Synthetics Dream of Android Sheep (Aliens) by AcrylicHeart, literature
Literature
Synthetics Dream of Android Sheep (Aliens)
It had been one hell of a trip getting out here. It wasn't the nice, groggy experience movies and mainstream media made it out to be. Ramirez had awoken feeling like he hadn't moved or had anything to drink for six months--which he hadn't. But god damn did he feel it.
The first thing he'd done, stupidly, was chug the months old bottle of water next to his bed. Bad idea. The second thing he did was vomit it all back up, plus some stomach acid. Then he'd stopped to feel how weak his muscles had gotten during stasis; he could barely stand, let alone pick himself back up from the floor where he'd half fallen into his own stomach contents.
"Havi
Self Identification and Healing Wounds (FenHawke) by AcrylicHeart, literature
Literature
Self Identification and Healing Wounds (FenHawke)
“Respect the strong. Destroy the weak. That was what Danarius always told us while he trained us for combat. There were a select few slaves he allowed to be taught the ways of the sword; enough to keep him safe but never enough to overthrow him. He would goad us into attacking each other, either by word or by force, and then tell us what we had done wrong only when someone lay dead at his feet.”
A slightly unsteady hand brushed back through muddied white hair that hadn’t been washed since their last outing to the Wounded Coast, lingering at the tips as though contemplating something very far off in the elf’s mind. Imp
Know Your Place (Captive Prince Fanfiction) by AcrylicHeart, literature
Literature
Know Your Place (Captive Prince Fanfiction)
“Know your place, child!”
The harsh snap of metal chains echoed resolutely throughout the room as The Regent’s hand sharply came into contact with his nephew’s already bruised cheek. Laurent’s head snapped to the side, the source of the clanging chime as the chain and collar around his neck pulled tightly enough to make a man with lesser resolve choke and shudder. But Laurent was no lesser man.
“Oh, I do know my place Uncle,” he returned calmly, watching with cool blue eyes as fire reigned behind The Regent’s abhorrent gaze. His poise was concise, back straight, blood caked around his mouth se
It Takes a Little Moonlight (JeanMarco) by AcrylicHeart, literature
Literature
It Takes a Little Moonlight (JeanMarco)
It had been a while since they'd been able to spend time alone with one another—between freshman year of college and other obligations, what with Marco getting a part time job and Jean putting in volunteer hours in the chemistry lab, it was impossible to hang out as a group half the time, let alone as just the two of them. Nine times out of ten, when one person was off of work for the day, the other was just going in, had papers due, or had some familial obligation or another to contend with. It seemed to be putting some small amount of pressure on all of their friendships and honestly no one was hanging out with anyone as much as they