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“can you move your fingers?”

the frequency of the sound is soothing in an odd way. it takes a while for it to make sense, waves turning to data in the android’s converter, and it moves the limbs slowly. the individual that emitted the strange noise takes ahold of his wrist and moves it gently, twists it left and right, admires how natural it looks and feels. the man’s lips twitch and its creation cocks its head to the side, analysing the gesture and stocking the information for later.

“i can’t believe it,” he huffs, eyes wide. “i did it. i-i finally created you.”

he stands up and walks towards a desk, pushing piles of sheets and tools and scraps of metal aside until he seems to find what he’s looking for, coming back to kneel in front of it — his eyes shine brighter than the lightbulb above and the android stares back emptily, unaffected by the world around it. it tilts its head till its chin hits its chest and a hand that feels warm on its inorganic skin keeps it there while fingers push a chip in the little hole at the back of its skull.

pages and pages of data flashes across its eyes until it finally processes and stocks all the new informations. it blinks and looks up and why do the same eyes appear so different now? then it — they — talk.

“i am... alive,” they mutter, voice barely above a whisper, and the hand squeezes their neck in what they suppose is a comforting gesture.

“you are,” the man replies gleefully. “you are V127, my creation, my– my finest work. can you tell where you are?”

the android blinks again, taking in their surroundings. it’s a small laboratory, devoid of windows and doors except for the locked one behind them. it’s messy, wires and burnt fabric and remaining plates of metal everywhere, a cup of coffee spilt on a table. they — V127, the name seems useless to them, like naming a vase or a chair, like naming an object, but the creator appears to care for it — focus back on the man, on his disheveled hair and black circles and sweaty forehead and worried smile, and speak.

“laboratory 374, in the presidential settlement basement,” they reply slowly, artificial tongue heavy in their mouth, then they blink again, informations appearing in their eyes as they stare at the man. “you seem unsettled, creator.”

he smiles, cradles their cheek in his palm, and they lean into it without really meaning to, like a flower moves with the winds, and they frown at the memory.

“you look just like him,” the scientist whispers with melancholy. “he would have been so proud to see this. to see you.”

the man stands up, fingers intertwining with theirs, and pulls them up as well, marching to the center of the room. he looks satisfied, observing the robot’s movements, and his eyes look teary for a reason V127 ignores.

“can you tell what your role is?”

they consider the question for a moment, going through the stocked data until they find their purpose.

“gather information about extraterrestrial species.” it takes a few seconds before they continue. “find intelligent beings and create an army.”

the scientist’s smile widens and he nods. just as he opens his mouth to speak again, there are loud bangs at the thick door and threatening voices coming from behind it. the man’s smile falters and he cups both the android’s cheeks in his hands, staring right in their eyes, and he’s shaking against their skin, droplets of salty water tainting his dusty cheeks and shirt. he looks as if he were trying to find something in their emotionless gaze.

“you need to run,” he winces, as if in pain, and the rhythm of his heartbeat quickens at a pace they know is unhealthy. “take the passage hidden behind the blackboard, go to the roof and take the spaceship there. it’ll lead you to your destinations.”

although he tries to sound matter-of-factly, there’s a tremor in his voice, a slight hesitation they notice right away. they graze the fingers with theirs, copying the gesture the man did before, to try and reassure him. he huffs, bottom lip trembling, and leans up to press his lips to their cold forehead. they don’t understand what it is but they let him do it, let his lips linger on his skin for as long as he deems necessary, and then they’re looking back at those deep brown eyes, those they got lost in before, on that hill, under this dark starless sky.

this memory doesn’t belong to them.

“please stay alive,” the man hisses. “do it for me, i– i don’t want to die knowing you’ll die, too. not again.”

they nod and, before they take off, they tighten their hold on their creator’s wrists and do exactly as he did, the scientist’s forehead burning hot under their lips, and there’s a sob and he takes a step back.

“go. now.”

they reach the passage just in time before the door to the laboratory explodes and more men enter it, guns drawn out and pointed straight on the scentist. they look away and don’t question it when they hear gunshots and a body drop to the ground.

as the spaceship flies out of the planet’s atmosphere, the artificial intelligence’s list of priorities changes. at the top of it, instead of the initial information gathering, are four words that don’t make much sense to them, but make their body feel numb for a reason they don’t understand yet.

stay alive for him.

#V127

“I think that’s the last carrot? Maybe?” Bun brings up, tugging at the leaves with his teeth, and throwing it into a pile of various other vegetables, “why do bunnies think these are so good? They taste like dirt.”

Sta rolls her eyes, starting to pick them up quickly, “they are covered in dirt, Bun, have you ever tried washing one before you eat it?”

“I am a rabbit, I do not own hands, and I can’t run a sink.” Bun perks up as he hears a rustle a little bit aways. It wouldn’t be as concerning if it wasn’t quick, moving footsteps. “Sta, do you hear that?”

“No-” Before anything can be said Az is one to roll in, half deranged in her outfit, hair a mess on the top of her head. Both Sta and Bun just gape in awe at the sight, her breathing heavy as she holds her knife out in front of her.

Bun quickly books it under Sta’s feet, peeking out behind her pants at the knife weilding woman who’s looking up into the trees, “I want you two inside.”

“W-”

“I said inside, it’s after me, not you guys.”

Sta leans down to scoop up the bunny in her hand, quickly making her way into the hut and closing the door quickly. When Bun gets set down he runs in a circle, running towards a window to see if he can see anything, his gut twisting. “Sta! What if she gets hurt! WHAT IF SHE DIES!”

“It’s Az, I don’t think she’s capable of dying.” Sta has an abnormally calm voice as she reaches for a book, opening it and grabbing somethings around it. Bun thumps his back feet on the ground to look back over at her with the most threatening look a bunny could give.

“She’s out there fighting something and you’re gonna open a book?”

Sta says nothing as her finger traces the page, her eyes skimming as fast as they can. Bun huddles himself next to the window, his nose twitching and his ears up to see if he can hear anything outside, but nothing but silence follows. Except the door swinging open and shutting.

“I think it’s gone.”

“Az!” Bun’s head pops up, and before she knows it he’s already at her feet quick as can be. “Are you okay?”

“Aye, don’t worry kiddo, I’m fine.” She reaches down, patting his head before walking towards Sta, setting her knife down on the table she’s working on and sittng next to her, “mind if I crash for a hot second?”

Sta looks up from her book, giving a long drawn sigh as she looks back down, “as long as you tell me what’s out there chasing you, and if we’re gonna be able to leave this hut at all if you’re in it.”

“I wish I could tell you what was out there right now, but I don’t think it has the type of power most things do.” Az picks the knife up, checking the blade carefully, looking over it, “I tried stabbing it, and it did nothing but spark.”

The entire room goes silent, and everyone sits there for a second thinking it through. Bun’s ears twitch as he starts speaking up again, making his way over to the table where the other two sat. “So, there’s a robot trying to kill you?”

“So we could throw a bucket of water at it?” Az looks hopefully over at Sta, who closes her book quickly and looks back over at the two with another long drawn sigh. She never could get any silence around here anymore after this whole thing started.

“The water would work if- it’s not a waterproof robot, and if we can catch it, which as we can see it’s fairly fast.” Sta places her hands on the table and pushes her chair back to go put her book back in it’s place, letting her finger trail over the spine as she was thinking, “can’t you get your dragon wielding girlfriend to burn it up for you?”

Az would have stuck her knife in the table if she didn’t think she would wind up dead, but she looks up from it with an eyebrow raised, “do I look like I can get home to do that?”

“Maybe it’ll rain!” Bun exclaims, kicking his back legs playfully.

Another surprise comes in and a body comes through the window. Bun yells in surprise, finding the first spot to hide but still see the action in a small hole in the wall, one that Sta had more just for him. His entire body shivers as he watches the figure slowly rise from the floor, but can only spot it’s boots from the ground.

“Ah, another one of you guys.” Az seems more disappointed then scared, really. “The wizard hire you? Old man, grey beard, you know the typical wizard stuff? Also extremely grumpy and loud. Okay clearly you’re not here to talk.”

Bun peeks out of the hole to find the figure not quite towering over her, a knife pressed against her throat carefully. Half of its face is covered with a mask, and Bun can quickly spot where Az had gotten it once before with her knife. It’s nothing but silver metal and wires. “Well, if you’re gonna kill me, at least do it now?”

Before the robot’s arm can move to swipe, Sta does what any smart person would do and throws water over the robot which causes there to be a loud hissing noise as it backs up, gripping over the spot where the wires are clearly visible. “Take that you hunk of metal!”

“You dick.” It finally talks, and it’s voice is low as it covers it’s open wound, looking over at Sta with it’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m just doing my job.”

“Your job includes killing one of my good friends, and I’m sorry I’m gonna have to stop you.” Sta throws the bucket back over by the sink, looking at the new creature standing in her living room. “Money? Is that what you want? Cause I’m sure I can give it to you.”

The robot shakes its head, reaching into a bag and pulling out something that looks close to a disk, that purrs low as the robot shows it. “Not that it should matter, but he promised me he’d fix Rover.”

“You named it Rover?” Bun suddenly speaks up, and the robot already takes a disliking to him as he hops out of the shadows, “anyways if someone can do the handy work for me, I can tell you how to fix it.”

Everyone looks at him in awe, and the robot speaks up first, “you’re just an animal though, how could something like you fix something like this?”

“Put it on the table Robo-bitch, and Az you be my hands and lift me up there.” Bun would roll his eyes if he was able to, looking back over at the robot and finally getting a good look at it. It’s features do not resemble male or female, and it’s clothing are something he’s never seen before. Maybe it was a robot thing to hide yourself, he couldn’t tell. “I promise you, I’ll fix your disk so you won’t have to go around thrashing knives with knife wielders, and getting buckets of water thrown on you, alright?”

With that Az lifts him on the table, and he look over it a couple of times nodding his head. “Alright, let's get down to business.”

The robot carefully puts the circular device on the table, watching over it before turning to the rabbit with gleaming in it’s eyes, “call me Robo-bitch again and I’ll turn you into stew.”

#Bun #V127 #Az #Sta

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Amaranth - Gem (@/middleearth-orbust)

Astrid - Lily (@/fic-fuelledtrash)

Az - Natalie (@/jenisshi)

Bun - Pax (@/kimseuckjin)

Donna- Donna (@/melaniedj11)

Desdemona- Murr (@/won-shook)

Camellia- Mochi (@/kawaiiowlmunchkin)

Dahlia- Maggs (@/nahadothbelze)

Seth- Seth (@/progradevector)

Lauren the Mermaid- Lauren (@/thefourthbrontesister)

Lala the Mermaid- Lala (@/showmellala)

Fairy Queen- Eli (@/eliboubou1)

Fairy Queen's Wife- Noelle (@/strawberryjaehyuns)

V127- Vicky (@/keepupthegaystuff)

It started with the tingling of the breeze against her leaves. The way it felt...cold. She had never experienced that before. She knew the seasons changed every year, she watched them go by as she stood steadfast and tall against them. But she remained unchanged. Until the first shiver shook her branches and made her aware of the air, she thought she would remain the same forever. The wind whispered to her, “Amaranth,” breathing life into her crooked body. It called her. It pulled her. She felt the dirt moving around her. Or rather, herself moving through the dirt. How? Why? The still lake she once overlooked was suddenly out of sight. She missed it before she even knew the meaning of the word. She found herself at the edge of the mountains, the trees there unfamiliar and unfriendly. They were sturdy but withered. They had grown hardy where the dry ground denied her roots. It was time to continue on, on whatever quest the wind had set her upon. Her branches became heavy and tired, she could no longer hold them up proudly as before. Instead, she found she could use them to hold onto things and to touch the other trees as she passed by. She could feel the life inside of them. Their names were printed into her with each passing brush. She knew them all, and loved them all. She could see them now. They were beautiful. The sky reflected in her new eyes, sunsets and storms she had only dreamed about before. The thin, wispy tendrils of foliage at the ends of her branches became hands, creaky and wooden. She could hold things, small and gentle things. The hummingbird that resided in her once sturdy bark could not nest anymore, but he didn’t give up. She made the mistake of cupping him in her new hands, giddy at the feeling of his small wings beating against her. He nested there instead. He was not concerned that she was not used to walking now and still needed both hands to maneuver over the roots of her brethren in search of herself. He only wanted the familiar smell of her sap and the sweet nectar from her flowers in the spring. She never had a friend before. They traveled through glades and over hills, tasting new air, taking in new sights. The world was vast. Her journey had just begun.

#amaranth #dryad

His legs carry him as fast as he can go, throwing dirt behind him as he runs through what feels like miles of forest before he can’t anymore. He hides in a small cave, that smells awful on every level, somewhere between dirt and animal dung.

“Whoa what the hell, was that a rabbit?” A voice comes out of nowhere, and he shakes even worse, his breathing rapid as he can hear footsteps around. His back legs ache, and as he looks behind him he can catch the wound on his hind leg.

“Shit.” Even as a rabbit he lets his face plop into the dirt, knowing that in the next couple moments he could be anything but alive. The footsteps grow closer as a shadow comes over the small dirt cave, looking downwards.

It leans down, and now the bunny can make out a face. The face is that of a fairy, so soft and fragile like as it smiles softly and reaches out it’s hand. “Oh little bun, come on out.” She coos, and with that, he’s quick to trust. “You’re so frightened, what’s hurt you so badly?”

The bunny just stares back, he can’t help but let his whole body shake as he wants to run away again. Even if the fairy did make him feel safe, it would never be safe enough for what he’s been through. “Take your time love, it’s okay, can you let me pick you up? There’s quite the wonderful healer not to far from this very spot, you can tell me on the way.”

Her eyes look over the wound, knowing it wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t such a fragile animal. There was likely going to be no fur growing there, and looked like something along the lines of a burn mark, what a strange thing for a bunny to have. Her hands are soft as she picks him up, holding him against her chest with all the warmth of a caring mother.

“I don’t remember where I came from.” He speaks up, and his voice is horse as he talks. He stares at the world that almost flutters by him, trying to recover any memories that he could think of. “I don’t remember much at all, except a man chasing me, I can’t remember why though. Maybe I stole something.”

“And why would you steal?”

The bunny scoffs, “my parents were running out of food, or so I think. I don’t know it all feels like a dream. I remember having a family, though. We were poor, like most the population outside the forest. Dirty assholes ripping out off for money.”

“Hey now.” The fairy says calmly, and suddenly the bunny notices someone who he didn’t before. She’s a bit shorter than the fairy, by his surprise, and her wavy blonde hair almost reaches her shoulders. Such a strange pair, what could these two possible be doing together in a place like this?

“Are we taking it to Sta?” The other woman's voice is beautiful, laced with nothing to sweet or too mean. He feels a little better now, and his body starts feeling incredibly weak the more comfortable he gets.

There’s a ping of worry in the fairy’s voice now, and she takes a sharp breath in and nods her head. “Yes, it needs it quickly now, we should walk faster.”

With that though, the bunny falls into sleep.

#Bun

“Another.” Az crooked her finger at the nearest barmaid, gesturing to her empty tankard.

The stranger across from her regarded her with amusement. “That’s your fifth ale of the night. Shouldn’t someone your size be more…careful?”

The look she shot him was decidedly less amused. To say Az was in a foul temper was an understatement. The ale here tasted like watered-down piss, the wood of her table was sticky with fluids she didn’t care to contemplate for too long, and she had—once again—wasted the last of her savings to purchase an elf-made dagger that’d caught her eye at the market. Astrid and Ophelia were going to be pissed. Absolutely, royally pissed. She shuddered at the thought of facing her wives’ wrath and took another swig of ale.

At least the dagger was impressive.

“So what’s your deal, anyways?” the stranger pressed. Persistent bugger. She’d barely spared him a glance since she’d flopped down at this corner booth an hour ago, but he seemed determined to start a conversation. Fine, she’d humor him—it wasn’t like she had anything better to do. Besides, the ale was finally starting to cloud her brain.

“What do you mean, ‘what’s my deal?’” she snapped.

“Well…y’know. You’ve got the whole brooding anti-hero look going on,” he said, waving his hand vaguely in her direction. “Dark clothes, haunted eyes, armed to the teeth. What demons are you running from?”

Az rolled her eyes. Seriously? Who even talks like that?

“You don’t want to know,” she rasped, her eyes glazing over. She stared down at her ale as if deep in thought.

“I do, though” he said eagerly.

“It’s a long tale, and one without a happy ending,” she warned. He leaned forward in anticipation.

“I was born to wealthy parents. My father was often gone, and my mother…well, she always had a fragile constitution. She rarely had the strength to leave her bed or play with a rambunctious child such as myself. And then, when I was twelve, her health took a turn for the worse.”

“And she died,” the stranger said sympathetically.

“What? No. My father brought in a world-renowned physician, and that was the end of that. No, the problem was the physician. You see, he was actually a wizard in disguise, and he had a grudge against my family. Some nasty feud spanning a couple of centuries, involving a missing invitation and a bit of arson. You know how wizards are. He cured my mother but cursed me in secret. Told me any man I loved would wither before my eyes, consumed by hellfire or whatnot.”

“And you fell in love, only to watch your lover perish before your very eyes,” the stranger guessed.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not attracted to men,” she scoffed. “No, the curse hardly affects me. When he figured that out, the wizard decided to send assassins instead. One after another. I grew up learning how to fight, how to evade them, how to always be just one step ahead. But one day—one day, my luck caught up to me. An assassin cornered me in the woods and disarmed me. I thought I was done for.”

“And then what? He tortured you? Stole your soul? Made you watch as he destroyed everyone and everything you cared for?” the stranger pressed, seeming desperate.

“And then this incredibly attractive woman swooped down on dragonback and rescued me. Burnt the bastard to cinders. Oh, and when I say attractive, I mean attractive. Like, smoking hot.” Az’s eyes glazed over for a moment. “She introduced me to her lover, and that was the day I met the two loves of my lives. We live in a castle up north. Lovely place, really. Rolling green hills, mysterious fog, the occasional dragon or two. Couldn’t be happier.”

He gaped at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“You—you said there was no happy ending,” he spluttered.

“I never said for whom” she retorted.

She winked at him as she strutted away, palming the coin purse she’d swiped under the table while he’d been engrossed in her story. Idiot. From the weight of it, it was enough to secure her passage back to Astrid’s keep—and maybe even enough to purchase some flowers for her and Ophelia. It wouldn’t be enough to appease them, but it was a start. Whistling a merry tune under her breath, Az left the worn-down tavern in a much better mood than when she’d entered.

#Az

hi hello this is az, she likes knives n pretty girls

#Astrid #Astrid The Beast Tamer

#amaranth #dryad #fantasy moodboard

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