#hs psiionic

[globiceps]

some art ive been doing. psii outfit musing and then a beautiful world where they hang out

[zombie-cowboyz]

idk if this REALLY counts as a rare pair, but the tag is dead and no one cares about the ancestors anymore so… hope that’s a good enough case to ask for some psiignless

I love psiioniic/signless together!! I count it as a rarepair since I never see ancestor art in the fandom anymore. I barely see dancestor art (I might not be looking hard enough tho)

I have a head canon that the captors have bad posture and they look small until they sit up straight.

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Psiionic x Troll!Reader

You weren't anything special - at least not in the grand scheme of things. You were a lowly engineer, lucky enough to find yourself working on the same ship as Her Imperious Condescension. Not that you'd ever want to meet her, of course, lest you catch her ire by merely existing. You were raised and schoolfed to fear and respect her, like all of your kind. Some say that she could psionically tell if you had even the slightest doubt of her ruling, and would cull you on the spot.

Aiming to please and live as long as trollishly possible, you aimed to keep your head down and follow orders without question.

Your job wasn't too complicated - check to make sure the ship was fully functional, make sure the engines are all in proper shape, running diagnostics in the mechanics of the engines, the works. Though, what separated you from the rest of your fellow engineers was the special assignment you were given. 

The caretaker of The Helmsman.

Though, truthfully, it was that special. The Condesce could not be with him at all times, having courses to plan and galaxies to conquer. Every couple of wipes, a new caretaker was selected. It wasn't too unusual in of itself, but… You never expected yourself to be put in such a situation.

It was… A bit chilling, admittedly, at first. Staring up at his flashing, dual-colored eyes and his wide maw, opened in a silent scream.

Was he angry at you? You couldn't tell, or at least not for the first visits. In fact, you would have guessed he couldn't speak at all,  all of his energy most likely poured into flying the Empress' ship.

Sometimes, you'd stay longer than you should have, talking to him. You pitied the poor dear and his terrible flight. Looking back, you couldn't tell if it was a romantic pity or not,  but all you knew was that something inside you yearned to give him something to live for, something to keep him going.

At some point, he began talking to you. His real voice was hoarse and only a whisper, from both screaming and from going so long without talking. But, then you started hearing a voice in your head - him. It was simple for him to establish a telekinetic connection between you and him. He was an extremely powerful and skilled psiionic, after all.

It was nice, for a while. He told you all about his life before this, his friends that became his family, the signless' beliefs and sermons, how he got here. And in return, you shared your past, your life on Alternia, your lusus, your experiences. You could feel his warmth and yearning, so relieved to have someone to talk to after so long. You talked about anything to make up for the almost endless silence he had to endure, describing the stars and constellations, the trolls on the ship, the ship itself - turns out, he had mapped out the ship long ago, thanks to the vines that stretched throughout the vessel.

You were spending more time with him. The others had to be growing suspicious by now. You heard their whispers as you passed by in the halls, eyes always on you. It hurt you, but you had to spend less time with the Helmsman. As much as you cared for him, you wouldn't be able to visit if you were culled.

He didn't react to that well. His voice followed you out of the room now, kept you wide awake at night as he whispered sweet nothings and "I love you's" and pleads to come back. You couldn't fall asleep, and it was fucking with you. You were falling apart at the seams, soon enough, and it showed. You were always on edge, your nerves shot, looking like death itself.

And death would soon come.

But not to you.

It was your final shift schedule for taking care of the Psiionic before someone else stepped in to take your place. You hoped that he'd leave you alone and attach himself to the next troll in charge of him, but you were certain he wouldn't take the news well.

You fed him, all the while his obsessive words loudly flooded your mind - begging you to stay, to love him, he'd protect you, love you, love you so much, won't let you be hurt, just stay, just stay - so loud that you didn't notice the noise slowly growing louder. The ship began to shake and rock as the noise grew thunderous. 

You panicked, legs growing weak and buckling.  What in God's name was going on?!

You screamed as the noise drilled into your head, drowning out Psii, the ship shaking so hard that you'd swear it would come apart. You covered your ears, curling up on the ground and screwing your eyes shut.

If you hadn't, you would have heard the Psiionic roar above the noise, his eyes flashing with bright red and blue lights, a wave of dual-colored light surrounding the both of you.

---

When you awoke, you felt… Numb. The world felt too bright. Ringing flooded your ears, though steadily faded. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you looked around from your position. You were still in the Helmsman's room and-.

Your eyes widened, mouth dropping open. 

He… He was gone, as though he had simply torn through his binds and escaped.

Oh… Oh, God, you were going to die. The Condesce was going to fucking kill you for this.

You attempted to get up from your position, but found yourself stuck. As you tried and failed to move, feeling slowly returned to your body. Your entire body ached, but what was more was that you could feel arms around you, and something was below you, bony and thin, as though you were…

Sitting on a lap.

"SHHH," Psii shushed you as you whimpered and squirmed. He pulled you closer, propping you against his chest. He nuzzled you, scented you, purring softly in his throat "II'VE GOT YOU NOW. THEY'RE ALL DEAD, RED-LOVE. ALL OF THEM, EVEN THE WIITCH. II PROTECTED YOU, LIIKE II TOLD YOU II WOULD. NOW, EVERYTHING IIS PERFECT. NOW WE CAN FIINALLY BE TOGETHER, FOREVER, LIIKE II SAID WE WOULD..."

[zombie-cowboyz]

Still no new art so enjoy another rare pair. Just besties kissing besties

[zombie-cowboyz]

Old captor doodles. I have a bunch more because I am a dirty captor simp :,)

[globiceps]

i miss him so muchchhchchchcchhhchchc

heres some ancient helmsman art whilst i mourn my old rp blog Q.Q

[globiceps]

ok!