#Experiment: the ravager code

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Experiment: The Ravager Code

Chapter Four Updated

A Weapon? A Child.

"You ain't gotta be afraid of nothing no more. Not anyone and least of all yourself. You understand?"

"Why not..?"

"Because we're gonna keep you safe. I'm gonna keep you safe."

"I—I don't know what I did..." she whimpered, shaking her head. 

"We'll figure that out, but don't be afraid. You're safe now. I promised you that and I meant it."

"But—" She shook her head a little, looking down then back up. "You're not going to get rid of me?"

Her eyes looked so young when she asked it, her voice feeling so much like a child's. Scared and just needing that reassurance. 

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[pinkmirth]

thinking about s/o who likes to dress up their vampire bf (yes i'm talking about adrian) and they always make sure that he likes the outfit too. he's just so pretty i can't 🥺

𝜗𝜚 ࣪ ˖ 𓈒 “DOTE” FT. ADRIÁN ‘ALUCARD’ ȚEPEȘ! ⸻ ( 2k+ ) words of ⨾ fluff + suggestive/nsfw, alucard x fem!reader ( black-coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century (1400s), established relationship, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

my love letter! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ oh my goodness luna, i adore this!!! doting on adrian and clothing him sounds like a dream! it’s moving enough for me to want to put it into words . . . i ended up writing this out to be a teensy bit sentimental, if that’s okay! i feel like he’d be hesitant to receive affection but eventually ends up reveling in it because it’s just what he needed! adrian truly deserves some loveee, and i’m here to give it to him >.< please enjoy, and thank you so much for reading! ❤︎

there’s something you and your lover like to call the ‘ echoes, ’ simply put, for any noise that bounces off the walls resounds throughout the entire castle. it’s a reliable system, and adrian’s able to use it to call your attention from anywhere within it.

“darling,” there goes his soothingly silken voice, ringing out all the way from the east wing. at times, you’re amused at how it can reach you from this far. “would you come over and give this a look, please?”

at his plea, you’ll be there. so you settle down the leatherback-book you’d been reading, slinking the pad of your finger beneath a page to fold it by the crisp outer corner.

“coming!”

you’re sure he feels you nearing, courtesy of your shallow-heeled footsteps thudding upon the wine-red shag of his home’s romanian rugs. he acknowledges your presence by swinging open the door to the primary bedroom.

you didn’t think you’d have to tiptoe around mountain-sized heaps of clothing upon entering adrian’s chamber— his closet’s practically ravaged. although, living with a dhampir was never known to be an experience short of surprises.

in the midst of all the madness is where he stands, still adorned in his cream nightgown. he’s got a garment clutched in one hand and a pullover tunic in the other. the subtle veins running along his slender hands makes his grip look exasperated. alucard appears to be having one of those days— where nothing feels just right.

“what’s all this, dear? thought you’d have been dressed by now,” you call out, making your way around a stockpile of trousers to approach him. gently, your delicate hands come to settle upon the broad expanse of his clothed chest. just as he figured it would, your touch immediately soothes him.

the man sighs before he speaks. “i apologize,” adrian peers down at you from where he stands, dropping both items to rest his hands on either side of your hips, “i’ll make sure to clean up afterwards.”

“no worries,” you hum, offering him a warm, sweet smile. when he tends to grow reckless, you know what he needs most is a dash of affection. “you wanted me to take a look at something, yes?”

“i did,” he mumbles, sunny eyes flitting over to his plundered closet, “though now i’m seriously reconsidering every single piece that i own.”

you don’t make a point to say it, but you know it isn’t about the blouses or the pants or any of those things. it’s his mind that tends to run rampant on all that’s been and all he’s lost. at tines, it manifests into agitation, a period of overstimulation where one thing makes him shirk and another gets him withdrawn. despite it all, he’s consoled that you’re here to reel him back in and distract him from himself in that dreamy little way that you do.

“show me the one you were last contemplating on, adrian.” you do it with such ease, pulling him out of his own head and bringing him back into the moment. for a good second, he thinks of just how lucky one man could possibly be.

“go on,” you pat his chest, and his lips flit up into a subtle grin. now more content, adrian scours for it and eventually plucks it off an embroidered chair situated in the corner; only God knows how it got there.

pinched between his index and thumbs, alucard holds up the top, exaggerated sleeves and all, presenting it to you; a simple chestnut colored option that shares the same wood-like hue as the bedpost.

“my twelfth option of the day,” he snidely notes. his sarcasm pries giggle from you. “what do you think, love?”

“it’s quite pretty,” you tilt your head, inspecting the piece with sparkly, concentrated eyes. he admires the way a wispy strand of hair falls along to drape against your face. just precious, he believes.

“it’s a little puffy at the sleeves, though.”

“i knew it,” adrian attests, “this is too . . . flouncy.”

“oh, forget what i said! it’s the perfect amount of flouce.”

“no no, it’s far too much. it’s practically screaming at me.” to that, you chuckle a bit. he can be ever so keen to such minute details.

theatrically, adrian mounts the nearby bed and flops atop the tousled sheets, an exhale leaving the depths of his chest upon impact. “i suppose this is just an ‘only-underwear’ sort of day.” you nearly add that he might as well free himself as a whole and go naked, but the poor man would flush so badly that you choose to refrain.

“you know, adrian,” you scan over his collection, eyeing the finest of silks, puffed shirts and ruffles. his wardrobe practically looks fitting for that of wallachian royalty. “i could make it easy, choose an outfit for you.”

its sudden, how he sits upright and turns to you. his eyes blink just a bit wider, a little slower. alucard’s mouth strikingly quirks upwards in a way that makes you believe he hadn’t been comfortable with the idea— almost as though you’d been meaning to treat him like a child.

“you’d . . . dress me up?”

you retract in the slightest, “only if you’d like. it isn’t a must—”

“please,” he ultimately responds, tone soft and low, “by all means.” it had just been the thought of the sheer intimacy that dazed him. you selecting what would fit him best through your eyes, pulling himself free of his clothes, revealed unto you as you’re dolling him up . . . it all sounds so touching and right now, he wants nothing more.

he can feel palpable relief roll off of you in waves as you beam, “sounds perfect, then.” he calms himself and fixes his countenance, gracing you with a sincere smile. rosy pigment scatters itself upon his face. you catch onto that hopeful glimmer in his eye, one that shows he’s pleased though you can’t quite place it. he’s too softened to say that gratitude has overcome him.

your back is facing him as you rummage around and take your pick, “undress while i put something together, alright?”

“bold request,” adrian characteristically quips. you merely laugh, “you should be bare once i turn around, you hear?”

he hums in acknowledgment, although he opts for tidying up the room first. you can’t see him with your back turned, yet you know he made use of his vampirian speed to grab and fold all his clothes that’d been thrown-askew, including the night attire he’d already been wearing. it amazes you that it only took him a solid eight seconds to complete it all.

“i’m sure that’s convenient,” you muse, turning his way with your selections in hand. alucard’s bare now, adorned in nothing other than his undergarments. a plain and skimpy pair of beige-white breeches shouldn’t excite you so— but god, they hang so low on his hips it’s like they’re barely even there. and how could you possibly ignore the way the cloth clings to his thighs? his arms look strong and coiled like wire, and the chiseled lining of his lean torso is embellished by the fleshy-pink scar that runs past his abdomen all the way up the center of his firm chest.

adrian can only hold your gaze for so long before realizing that you’re drinking him in. consciously, he pivots his head the other way as though to escape it, allowing his lengthy hair to drape down and cover the flushing of his fair cheeks.

you inch up to him, setting the clothes on his bedside. you find his larger hand to interlace with your own, and he only grows redder. there’s an indescribable pride that comes with being capable of riling him up.

“oh, don’t tell me you’re shy,” your hum is sugary like marmalade, “i’ve seen you before . . . you’re beautiful.”

“oh my god,” he whispers, pressing a palm to his heated face. sometimes adrian finds you to be too sweet. he isn’t sure how you haven’t yet succeeded at killing him with all your flattery. he bashfully smiles, cheeks warm as you stand high on your toes to peck them. “you and that mouth of yours.”

“i’ll leave you alone before you overheat,” you tease, halting your affections to return to the task at hand. “you love to toy with me,” he breathes out, and your giggle confirms it. you then display your choices; fitted pants of black leather paired with a warm-tan blouse, one that brings out the shine of his sharp eyes and adds a flush of vitality to his fair skin. interestingly enough, it resembles the color of his golden hair. you’d gone with something similar to his typical style so that he’d feel comfortable wearing it; though you know he’s been rather picky today.

“is it okay?” the way you await his approval makes his heart throb right within his chest. if only you knew that you handpicking anything for him was enough to make him fall in absolute love with it. it had never really been the outfit— he’s sure he just needed you all along.

“more than okay.” he smiles up at you, lips soft and pale-pink. you wonder if you’d end up altering the mood if you leaned down to kiss him. “well chosen, dear.”

“i know just what you like, don’t i?” you sound quite delighted, and it warms him up inside. “but of course. it’s my closet, after all.” the both of you share a knowing laugh that makes you feel so wholesome, so bound. you’ll be sure to commit the feeling to memory.

he then rises to his feet, standing a solid foot above you as he works his way into the bottoms you chose. a pout overtakes you, pretty lips pursed as you whine, “i could’ve done that!”

“you’ll get to fix the blouse. sounds fair, yes?” adrian knows if you were to have worn his pants for him, the hard-on he’d sport would’ve been more than embarrassing. you’ve seen each other vulnerable a good amount of times, and made love even more than what could be counted, but during a moment like this would only sully the mood, he’s sure.

with a hum, you give in. “fine,” your fingers trace against the threading of his shirt, “sit back down for me. you’re too tall for me to dress you from here,” alucard’s always found the contrast in size between the both of you to be endearing, especially whenever you go on to mention it. you’re surprised he decides to choose obedience instead of poking fun. he takes his place upon the bed and makes room for you to settle atop his lap. it’s instinctive, how quickly his hands reach for your waist. he rubs them along the patterning of your corset.

“arms out,” you’re a little less content when his touch leaves you, though you adore how well he listens. you ease the top over his head, onto his arms and finally onto the rest of his frame, tucking away the mussed locks of wavy blonde hair that fall array.

“i’ll brush it out for you later, adri,” you murmur, smoothing down the frizz before bringing your hands to cradle his cheeks. his face looks simply ethereal this close; flawlessly structured, handsome yet elegant. once again, his hands find their rightful place upon your sides. you watch him melt in your very hold when you coo, “my pretty boy.”

he whimpers a lowly call of your name. “thank you . . for all of it.” you know these sort of pocketed moments mean so much to him. his gentle pitch wavers with the subtlest hint of desire; you’d know the sound of it anywhere. still soft-spoken, though the slightest bit deeper. raspier, even. he only reserves such a tone for you.

your response is hushed, just about breathless, “always, adrian.” the pair of you are so close that the straightened tip of his nose grazes against your own. when the tension grows too thick and you can no longer escape his lips reeling you in like magnets, you finally lean into him and let your mouths slot, warmth blooming between you. his lithe fingers roam and you suckle at his bottom lip, prying a soft groan out of him.

alucard kisses you with longing, the span of his fangs subtly clashing against the pearly white of your teeth as he works at prodding his tongue inside, nipping at your lips and tasting of you. he frees out soft, little ‘ i love you ’ amongst all the licking and sucking.

you both wind up toppling down onto the bed, with his back to the mattress and your squished breasts to his heart. making out with a man such as adrian always gets so heavy; you’re panting into each other's mouths, swallowing up the other one’s sounds, and you just can’t seem to help but slowly roll your hips into the stiffness of his crotch. a handful of minutes with him already has you entirely soiled.

“this is becoming something else,” alucard breaks away with a huff, fighting himself not to rip off the clothes you just adorned him in.

but fuck, you aren’t helping. “allow it, then . . .” is your solution, bringing the plush surface of your lips to suckle along his jaw, against the column of his throat, right down his neck . . . no point in refraining now. you eased him of his worries, and he only wants nothing more than to repay you.

“quite a shame, dear.” it truly is— especially considering that you put together such a stylish assortment for him. “now everything must be undone.”

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[diejager]

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Part3

It started with a reluctant alliance between SpecGru and KorTac, two powerful PMCs that were tricked by the same employer, played and played again, unable to work alone to take them down. So both heads of the PMCs decided to work together to take down this problematic employer, which meant that they’d have to come and go between bases, sharing the same space and the same area. They were unenthusiastic about it, still holding a grudge against the other.

There was a technical issue in giving access to KoTac members sent over to the British base the right clearances for the compiled data, to-know intel and the statistics. That’s how König found himself in the database, looking up the different clearance codes to give him access to the information he needed before 1900, he only had half an hour to find the code if he didn’t want to miss the event.

Unfortunately, all he stumbled into was a page, a familiar name popping up on this person’s browser history. It was Soap’s. Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish, the snipe and demolition specialist that König knew from both experience and intel. It was a strange find, Soap had used a public browser to watch his nightly activities and had forgotten to wipe it clean —did he even wipe his history? Something ugly flared in König’s chest, an explosive warmth of possession and envy. How could’ve he not seen him on the chat when König spent so much time on it himself?

With dilated pupils and a one-track mind, he completed his search and rushed to his room, pushing past everyone he met in the hall with his broad shoulders and even bigger ego, nostrils flaring and seeing red. He knew this kind of reaction was nonsensical, near illogical on his par, seeing the type of content he consumed, but he couldn’t help it, he was the second highest payer.

Slamming and locking the door behind him, he ripped his mask off, throwing it haphazardly on the floor and ripped his clothes off, his skin hot to the touch in his cold room. It was 1857 —perfect. Settling himself on his temporary desk in nothing but his briefs, he felt his cock struggle against the fabric, head poking out on the side of his boxers. He was quick to open up the right tab, clicking in the sweet temptation of the profile picture.

A screen popped out, a familiar bed in a familiar setting with familiar objects surrounding the plush sheets, and in the middle, sat the little cherub of his dreams. Seraphim, the little slut that he was happy to spend his legacy on, to watch and indulge in the sinful act jerking off to a woman he might never meet or know outside of this screen. He pushed his waistband down his thighs and his cock swung out, hanging low between his legs, veins pulsing with the rush of blood from his head to his cock and uncut head drooling on his chair.

👑 gifted you 100$

“Hello, sir,” you smiled so sweetly at him, glossy lips pulled into an innocent image, “Thank you for the gift.”

He always gave you a gift at the start of each live he watched to get a greeting from you and would gift you much more with ever minute he spent watching you bend over your bed, ass up and face down, getting fucked by the fuck machine he gifted you. You had two cameras set up, one that let them view your tight cunt stretched around the silicone copy of his cock - thick and veiny - and one giving them a clear view of your tearful eyes and cock drunk expression.

König kept his eyes glued to your cunt, ploughed so roughly bu his girth that slick gushed around it, lips swollen and wet, and the little plug your pushed into your flared rim, the flat handle spreading your ass for them to see. He jerked himself, calloused fingers gripping the head of his cock and spreading pre down his shaft, the foreskin spread around his girth. He shuddered, his cock throbbing in his hand, reacting to the image of your ravaged and gasping figure taking the dildo so well, mewling and wailing like the angelic whore you were.

He wanted you to come, he wanted to see you squirt around the toy, slick rolling down your thighs in waves of pleasure, your voice breaking as you mewl and wail. He moved thoughtlessly, hand moving to type out his command, sending you more money, it was an addiction at this rate, his need to sustain you and your living. If you let him, he’d be your sugar daddy, paying for everything you’d need and you’d have the real deal, his hot and heavy cock rather than a silicone.

“Please let me come, sir!” Your begging had always been delicious and who was he to deny you of your pleasure when you brought him to his ground shaking climax.

He came with a loud groan, a deep rumbling in his chest, still pumping his cock as the head twisted, spraying his opaque cum over the table, white and viscous. His eyes rolled at the back of his mind, lids feeling heavy and body wracked with tremors, legs jerking as his hand slowed down, steadily riding out his mind-numbing release.

“Them too?” Horangi peered at the four Brits, an unamused gleam in his hidden eyes.

König nodded, his hood twisting with every motion, fingers moving gracefully over his rifle, dismantling and cleaning it after their recon mission. A groan caught his attention, his eyes moving from the beauty of his weapon to the cold blues that stared back at him.

“It does not matter,” Nikto’s voice had always been violent, a rough and jagged husk that exhumed power, “We found her first.”

It was a statement to himself, a strong and unyielding one that stemmed from Nikto’s dark and broken person, but they agreed.

Part 5

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[cozzzynook]

A cute little idea

One day Ravage is seen quietly coiled around some turbo fox pups in a little make shift nest. The crew is puzzled because where did Ravage even find a litter of pups in the first place? Thankfully the pups seem well fed and are happily napping in the safety of the cyber cat.

Meanwhile Megatron and Minimus get a well deserved nap knowing their sparklings are safe and protected in their babysitter's care.

Ravage has experience dealing with sparklings that aren’t the same cna coding as him.

His first bitty soundwave, helping soundwave with his cassette bitties and now turbo foxes have been added to the list.

Ravage is very happy to be back in the babysitting game

[battleswanofciya]

Experiment: The Ravager Code by KC Stratz

It’s an OC story, kinda like a what if Yondu Udonta adopted a girl after Peter left and it includes some much needed content for he OG Ravagers(Stakar, Aleta, Martinex, Charlie-27, Krugarr, Mainframe), it’s so so good and pretty much the only fanfic I keep up with!!!

Anyone got some Guardians of the Galaxy fanfics they can recommend. Don't care what it is about, just something that was so good it left an impression on you

I go first:

Put Your Ray Gun To My Head

It's about Peter getting a nasty concussion during a battle and the rest of the guardians taking care of him while being a bit out of their element, not knowing much about this thing called "concussion". Can only recommend it, very good story

[somewhere-on-knowhere]

Queer Headcanons for Guardians of the Galaxy

idk i'm gay and it's pride month and I like to write these characters as queer as possible so i wanna share my personal headcanons for each of the gang.

Peter: Bisexual. This man has fucked aliens with tentacles and needles for teeth and you're telling me he draws the line at men? No way. He and Thor totally pity-banged each other once.

Gamora: I have no reason for this whatsoever, but I really want Gamora to be bi, too. Ravager!Gamora uses her freedom from Thanos to experiment a little in that regard.

Nebula: Nebula gives off pansexual vibes to me in the sense that I feel she very rarely feels attraction at all and when she does, the person's gender doesn't factor into it. I also feel like she'd be demisexual. Also I sometimes headcanon her as trans or genderqueer, usually in Human AUs.

Drax: I feel like Drax is omnisexual and attracted to more masculine traits and appearances. The way he was talking about Thor lol. He likes his women buff and that's a mood.

Mantis: There are two versions of Mantis that exist in my head. One of them is aroace purely because of this one interview I saw with Pom Klementieff back in 2017 where she said she didn't think Mantis was "sexual", but I feel like it's kinda lame to headcanon the "cute and innocent" character as being ace xD. So then there's also my other version of Mantis that's a lesbian and kinda covertly horny xD (I write her as gay in Time After Time lol)

Kraglin: He's pan, too, and kind of a serial dater. He also gives me poly vibes for some reason. He and Yondu totally had something going on; I like shipping them legitly and as exes xD

Yondu: This man wouldn't give two shits about labels. He just knows when he's attracted to someone and doesn't care about what their gender is.

Rocket: I don't ship Rocket with anyone, but since writing Loud Love and getting a comment about it, I lean hard into this raccoon being a sex-repulsed ace.

Adam: Adam is kinda too child-coded for me to ship with anyone and I'm unsure of an exact headcanon for him but I love the idea of people of all genders hitting on him because he's handsome and Adam having no idea that's what's happening.

Groot: Just loves his weird gay family.

Cosmo: A good dog. <3

[rainbowchaox]

QSMP REWRITE NOTES:

World Building Notes:

The Federation:

The federation is an organization whose mission is to contain and research a select group of individuals. These individuals all were kidnapped from other worlds using their portal technology. The federation has many different sectors working on different experiments. Some sectors specialize in emotional control while others are more dubious such as cloning. They want to make the world perfect no matter the moral cost to achieve that. They care for the islanders the way a scientist cares for their lab rats.

Notable Federation Individuals

Fred: A federation worker that used to be a normal player that specializes in reconnaissance and information gathering. He joined the Federation willingly when the Federation Intentions were still pure and good. But underwent a lot of conditioning and mind breaking to achieve the most perfect worker. Until he met Tubbo. That's when his human emotions start to break through the control. Making him question his loyalty to the organization.

Elena: The lead researcher for the hybrid cloning experiment and the Happy pills. She knowingly knows of the Federation evils even more so than the likes of Walter Bob and Fred. And drugs herself with diluted happy pills to cope. She will be much more important in this rewrite as she later on becomes the main one that deals with the islanders. She thinks her husband is dead but Walter Bob is actually her husband.

The Directors: A board of directors that fund the federation. Not much is known about them but they have the tradition of using animal code names with masks that match. Each has their own way of running things.

Cucurucho: The Federation Boss that only answers to the directors. He is the result of an old federation experiment that was trying to make something similar to a god. He has a brother that is very dangerous. He can be kind in his own way. He just isn’t used to human emotions. Only strive for perfection. He does love his brother though.

Walter Bob: A worker that was forced to become part of the federation and undergo massive brain control. He eventually breaks free and becomes a general of the rebels. Actually the husband of Elena.

Ron: a worker that was kidnapped by Bad but eventually manages to leave after befriending Bad. He was also like Walter Bob and taken away from his family.

The Resistance:

A group of ex federation workers and ex islanders. They are a militaristic and fanatic faction and want to see the Federation taken down at any cost. And will use the islanders for this.

The Codes:

Originally a discarded Federation project that was taken by the Rebels to use as a weapon against the islanders and the Federation. The creatures are a virus so they can also infect and mimic other creatures. The virus is called Binary Sickness.

The Watcher:

An actual god that the Federation experimented on and took the DNA of (which created Cucurocho and his brother). He is currently trapped on another island by the Federation and extremely pissed about it.

Oscurocho:

Cucurocho twin brother that instead of joining the Federation joined their father in his mission to take down the Federation. He can freely move and sorta acts like The Watcher main eyes and ears on Quesadilla. His relationship with his brother is complicated.

Islander Notes:

Fit: A merc for hire that hails from 2B2T, a land ravaged by chaos and destruction. A total wasteland. Wasn’t picked by the Federation higher ups but a welcome edition. His contractor is Madagio. He is human but he had to fix his body with cybernetics. He and Phil had a thing back in the day. Dated Spreen for a short while before Spreen “Died”. Very quickly falls in love with Pac soon afterwards.

Philza: An immortal crow avian that hails from a dimension that is filled with deities. He has tons of bird instincts. He used to be mortal before he died and came in front of Lady Death herself. And Death fell in love with him and gave him another chance at life. He would be immortal unless he loses his only life. Because of his long life he has many stories to tell. He burned kingdoms. He even led some. He just now wants peace and someone to be there for him (Him and his wife discussed in length that it’s fine for him to find other lovers as only when he dies will he be able to see her again). War tires those that live through countless wars. And that’s when he received a ticket. He always wanted a vacation. The Federation is very interested in his immortality.

Slime: A slime hybrid the Federation is interested in for their hybrid testing. He can die but he will create a new him, losing his memories. He eventually gets Binary Sickness and eventually corrupts into a one of the two Code Giants. He is later saved by Mariana.

Maximus: A normal human that was a conspiracy theorist that got too close to unwrapping The Federation dark secrets. So he was tricked thinking he won an all paid trip in a raffle. It was a very long trip. Maximus later joins The Resistance for a short period.

Roier: A spider hybrid that used to be human until a rogue Federation scientist experimented on him. Said scientist is Abueloier. The Federation is interested in taking back their old experiments. It’s why Roier had better treatment from The Federation in the early days.

Spreen: A Merc that travels dimensions and fights battles for whoever pays the most. Morals be damned. He had one priority and that is himself And he would have stayed that way if not for one of the wars he was fighting in. A clumsy newly born reaper would fall out of the sky. And now he has two priorities. Himself and his baby brother. He will do anything to get his family free from The Federation control, even dirty his hands for The Resistance. The Federation picked him because they heard how cold and bloodthirsty he is. They hoped he would cause conflict for the Islanders But The Federation didn’t realize that Spreen is also now a big brother. A very very protective big brother.

Vegetta: A long living elf that is a very powerful wizard. The Federation invited him to research more about such powers. This is also why The Federation gives him better treatment.

BadBoyHalo: A demon that has a job as a Reaper. He is literally one of the oldest on the island, only probably The Watcher is older. He is the cause of numerous disasters in human history. He was brought over by the Federation in order to study demons. He is also treated better by The Federation than other islanders. It may be because Cucurocho has a crush on him.

Mariana: A demigod that the federation is interested in for similar reasons they are interested in the other supernatural leaning Islanders. Unlike the other supernatural islanders Mariana doesn’t know about him being a demi god nor that he has powers. Until much much later.

Jaiden: One of the two remaining bird hybrids that come from the Hybrid experiments that the Federation did. She never lost her memories and always was on the Federation side. She was allowed to leave because Elena pulled enough strings to make it happen. She knows Baghera is pretty much her sister. Jaiden though having her belief in The Federation broken and losing her son Bobby. She accepts her death in the nuclear blast. She never got the chance to tell Baghera they are sisters. That was her only regret before she passed.

Missa: One of the youngest Immortals on the Island. He used to be human until he died to a skeleton. He was then brought to Lady Death to be shown the door to his afterlife of choice. Kristin aka the Goddess of Death saw his kind soul and decided to give him another choice. Said choice was becoming one of her reapers. Missa asked if that would help others and she said yes. So Missa was remade by her using Void. He became a reaper that specialized in Gentle Death and gently guiding children to the other side. Death never stops so he also sometimes works overtime in war zones. He is actually very powerful but is still a novice to the whole immortality business. Also doesn’t help that he is more on the pacifistic side. He doesn’t actually want to hurt others even if he can easily do so. He is a romantic so he falls easily. The type of immortal that hasn’t closed his heart yet having feelings for both immortals and mortals alike. He is actually one of Lady Death's favorite reapers so he can have an audience with her whenever he likes.

Dan: He is a Federation scientist that was mind wiped and allowed to escape. He is behind the creation of The Federation Communications and the Beta version of the Binary Entities. Soon, the mind wiping was starting to wear off so he was fully kidnapped and put on the trains just with the other islanders. It isn’t long until he fully remembers his past and tries to tell Max about everything. Before he could do so he was assassinated by The Federation in order for the information he knew to stay secret. Otherwise the experiments on the Islanders would be compromised.

Foolish: He is the second youngest Immortal. He hasn’t reached the state of closing his heart off towards mortals but definitely has reached the immortal stage of fucking around. He spawned numerous cults and religions out of boredom. He is a minor trickster god that is connected to the sea and rebirth. He can’t die as he will always come back. He created the Totems based on himself when he was bored. Him and Bad always meet each other through the centuries much to his annoyance (He will never admit that Bad is his best friend).

Luzu: He was a Federation intern that worked for Dan during the Codes experiments. He had empathy for the beta binary creatures so willingly let one into his head when he made his escape from the Federation. This beta code would later name themselves Arin. He eventually got into a world where he met Quackity and they almost got married before breaking it off. He is still pining for him even if won’t admit that to himself. Luzu was almost free from The Federation. He remembers his life back as part of the Federation. But he was only an intern so he has no memories of information that The Federation isn’t okay with spreading. It’s when he was packing his stuff from Quackity apartment that is when he saw that Quackity received a ticket. He then met up with someone through his old contacts to forge his own ticket.

Quackity: He is a duck avian that likes to travel dimensions. Federation had no reason to want him as part of their experiment excerpt that he is connected to everyone they personally wanted to come to the island. He has connections to immortals, to demigods, to the people they really were interested in. That's the reason Quackity originally got the ticket.

Rubius: He is fully human and was only invited so the vacation looked legitimate. Imagine the main character of a horror movie. He fully wanted to leave. He never got to see freedom though as he died so early on.

Carre: A human merc that was paid for by The Resistance to find his way into Isla Quesadilla. He would work for them until he eventually died to Eye Workers.

Bagi: A detective that recently found information of a string of missing people connected to something called The Federation. Before she could learn anything more about this case she was notified of a group of criminals that escaped prison and are on the run. She snuck onto the cargo ship as she was given a lead that Felps struck a deal with said criminals to drive them to another location in said boat. Pac,Mike,and Cellbit didn’t realize he didn’t actually know how to drive the boat, which is how all of them crashed onto Isla Quesadilla. The Resistance then forced Cellbit and Bagi to Remember they were twins raised at one of the Federation Child Care Centers. Obviously it was under another name to throw off suspicion. It was called the White Perfection home for Youths. (A orphanage aimed to train children into becoming new Federation Workers). She and Cellbit figured this out and escaped. But in the middle of said escape they lost contact and she eventually forgot how her brother looked. It’s why she became a police officer in the first place to eventually find her brother again.

Cellbit: A convict that escaped with Pac and Mike onto a cargo ship to try and run from the cops. Bagi is his twin sister and both were raised in the White Perfection Home for Youths. Instead of hopping around homeless shelters and adoption centers until finding a family like Bagi did. Cellbit had a much harder life. He became a child soldier during a bloody civil war and was sorta adopted by Bad (who was there busy reaping souls). This is also when he first in desperation ate other humans. Once the war ended he returned to Brazil and became one of the bloodiest serial killers to date before turning himself in. He then was put in prison and later escaped with Pac and Mike. (Despite him eating one of Pac legs).

Pac: A human ex master thief that was imprisoned before escaping with Mike and Cellbit. His leg was eaten by Cellbit so Mike made him a robotic replacement. He eventually falls for Fit when they get to the island and is actually pretty much a genius in chemistry despite not thinking so.

Mike: A human ex master thief and on the side weapons dealer. He was imprisoned with his partner in crime Pac and Cellbit before they all escaped. He obviously doesn’t trust for good reason as Cellbit literally ate Pac leg. His creativity is what made Mine the goddess of creation court him and eventually Marry him. He sometimes get possessed by her.

Felps: A human that tried to get rich as quick as he could by pretending he could drive a boat. He is the reason they crashed on Isla Quesadilla. He actually befriended Cellbit before he was imprisoned. And became a guard in hope of eventually getting him out. He eventually managed to get Cellbit into therapy post jail break and Cellbit got better. He died in Purgatory by debris hitting his head.

Antoine: A very old god disguising himself as a human. The Federation managed to trap him just how they trapped The Watcher on his own island. Despite his powers he can’t leave nor use the full extent of his powers. Eventually he gets his powers back. The plane crashed on purpose because of Kameto (Kameto was ordered to befriend certain individuals and bring them in any way to Isla Quesadilla.)

Pierre: A normal human The Federation is primarily interested because his vast intelligence and open anti-federation sentiments that was harming their good reputation they strove years to perfect. He later on would be killed by the Federation but replaced with an android that shares emotions and memories from the original Pierre.

Baghera: One of two living subjects from the avian experiments. She was considered disobedient and disloyal to the federation so her sister was much more favored. Her only good memories were her “mother” (Elena) and her “sister” (Jaiden). She went through much more trauma inducing experimentations which made her block out her whole childhood once she was out and free. It’s just The Federation wanted her back so much despite Elena's refusal. So they put Kameto a federation operative to get her back along with other persons of interest. She really thought Kameto was her friend. He was there standing with her for her therapy sessions. Once Jaiden dies, she returns from purgatory herself. She finds out Jaiden was her sister and it haunts her for the rest of the rewrite of what they could have been if only Jaiden lived.

Etoiles: He is actually a biological binary entity experiment. All other subjects either mutated, went mad, or deformed. He was the only one that lived. He was actually stolen by one of the kinder scientists to be raised out of The Federation control. Because the Federation wanted to make him a weapon. He can’t really age so he watched said “father” wither and eventually die. He joined many fight clubs and even participated in some wars. He was then “befriended” by Kameto.

Kameto: He is actually a Federation operative. He is the reason why The Federation has its fingers in most world governments. He is as cruel as the organization he works for. He was ordered to bring back a list of people of interest. He acted like he was their friend and managed to convince all to board a plane. He then crashed it on purpose by blowing up the engine with a bomb he planted previously. He killed innocents in the process but did manage to get everyone the Federation wanted on the island. He would then be ordered to spy for the federation. In purgatory Antoine would learn about all of this and leave him to die.

Niki: A cat hybrid that was well known to be very against corrupt government and corrupt companies. She quickly realized something wasn’t right with the “benevolent” charity organization The Happiness Federation. And started vandalizing and even burning Federation Facilities. She was eventually caught and frozen. All the ice prison people were enemies of the Federation. She eventually makes The Island Syndicate.

Tubbo: He used to work as a scientist and engineer for The Federation before he tried to leave. He was one of the people that was raised in one of the federation controlled orphanages. And once The Federation realized he was a genius immediately made him work for them. He is the brain behind the technology that trapped The Watcher (and similarly Antoine) on his island. This is why The Watcher especially hates him. He also was part of the research team that went into portal technology. He decided he wanted to leave seeing people get harmed for research and was frozen after three days worth of mind wiping and torture.

Mouse: One of the first beings the Federation managed to bring through their portal technology. She is the Queen of Hell so was quickly frozen until better technology is available to weaken her so she isn’t a threat.

Tina: A demon that went looking for their queen (in hope maybe she can become an angel) and was similarly frozen.

Lenay and German: A married pair of investigative journalists that was about to publish a paper about The Federation. A lot of which was information the Federation didn’t want getting out. They got kidnapped in their own home and frozen by the Federation. Their research and house was then burned and the public got fed a cover story they died in said fire.

Rivers: Ex Military Merc that was hired by the Resistance to take down the federation but failed and was frozen. When she wakes up she is convinced by Niki that both the Federation and The Resistance don’t care for them. So she immediately leaves The Resistance and creates The Island Syndicate with her.

Willy: Rivers' partner she worked with often as a merc. He was also hired by The Resistance to take down the Federation and failed. He got frozen for his troubles. Unlike Rivers he decided to stay with The Resistance. Eventually being executed by The Federation at Prison for killing Federation workers.

Pol: He was the media and propaganda manager for the Federation. He was the brains behind the Federation's public good reputation. He eventually gained a backbone and wanted to leave the company but the company refused and even started to threaten him and his family. So he fought back by talking to Lenay and German about all the corruption he partaken in or he noticed. He fully became a whistleblower. The federation soon found out and froze him.

Acau: A normal human that was invited by The Federation to the island. He actually came from a pretty wealthy family and the Federation kidnapped him in order to take millions from his family to make sure he lives well. (The Federation acts like he is in some very expensive school and they need to pay the tuition).

Jungyeok: He is actually a alien that crash landed on Isla Quesadilla. And The Federation immediately decided to make him one of the islanders so they can experiment on him easily.

Kon: A bear hybrid that came with Acau onto what they thought was a simple private school. He hates Cucurocho with a passion.

YD: A demon that went looking for three missing demons only to also get trapped on the island. YD and Bad go way back and are immortal besties.

Hugo: A man that survived a shipwreck only to wash onto Isla Quesadilla shore which he suffers even more

[welcometomybraincomics]

Vaporwave 1

1 | 2 | 3 Part of a Transformers oc exploration series

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The world is such a messy place. Messy rules, messy people, messy sounds, everything so messy, messy, Messy! You can see the imperfections in everything and you don't understand how everyone else can stand it!

Your uncles taught you how to read people. How to read who they are from their paint job, their posture, their tone. (When you were very young, you would listen to Starscream complain about other mecha while he did his paperwork. He'd talk about how his recent schemes wouldn't have failed if not for XYZ and tell you all the weak points he found to manipulate in his most recent pawns. Knockout would do something similar when he gave you check ups. He'd tell* you about paint colors and finishes and what those meant about how a mech felt about themselves. From time to time, the two would meet up and gossip. You'd hear them grouch about others' appearances and argue over their individually superior senses of style. You distinctly remember Knockout going on and on about boorish paintjobs and the importance of looking good to be respected while you clumsily helped buff Starscream's servos.)

Your creator taught you how to understand the ways of science, how to follow rules, procedure. (Shockwave walked you through everything. He taught you the laws of the universe. the rules every single thing in existence follows. He taught you physics, he taught you biology, he taught you chemistry, and he taught you how to investigate, experiment, and document it all. The key to science, he said, was to follow a rigid, repeatable pattern** and you took that to heart) Your individual of confusing relation and his unit taught you the ways of watching, listening, and taking note of everything.

(As you got older, you came to the realization that, in his attempts to awkwardly engage with your child self, Soundwave taught you more than he meant to. You know Ravage and Lazerbeak taught you intentionally: how to stalk, how to watch, how to circle above everything and listen. You know to Rumble and Frenzy it was a game. You know that learning how to run and fight and tumble was a matter of coincidence rather than intentional teaching. It was something you learned slowly by watching and engaging with more skilled opponents directly. But Soundwave? You're not quite sure if Soundwave ever figured out how to handle you. You weren't a rambunctious child, but you were incredibly curious. That meant, though you weren't loud, you did try to get your hands on everything you possibly could. Soundwave never managed to figure out how to hold you off things without being yelled at, so he resorted to stuffing you in his taped deck, and from there, Soundwave's world was your oyster. You learned how to code and decode messages, how to subtly manipulate the strings of the Decepticon troops, how to mold information to fit your own schemes because you had a front row seat to all of Soundwave's interactions from within his tape deck.) You apply everything you've learned together. You see and hear everything, and you hate it. Nobody follows protocol (So many problems could be avoided if everyone just followed the rules! Why isn't everybody following the rules!?), nobody reacts as they should (Why are they all so stupid!? They're so much older than you, they should have learned these things when they were kids!), and everything sounds horrible! (the bombs, the yelling; every individual is a symphony, but together they are a cesspool of senseless racket that makes you want to carve out their optics)

Everything is such a fucking mess and you're going to blow a fucking gasket. When your frustration reaches it's peak, your creator hands you a pad on sparkling developmental health. Something about control and rebellion and letting them take charge of their space. You know the pad is permission and you take to it's advice with wreckless abandon. You paint yourself in intricate colors, organize everything you own, and eviscerate anyone who messes with what is yours to control. You are the god of your domain, and it will. Be. NEAT. The world is still a messy place, but it troubles you less. It is not your problem to deal with, not your domain. You want to rip it apart from the roots, tear it all down, burn everything in your way and make it right. Then, you are given a new assignment. Infiltrate the enemy. You are to be a traumatized soldier, the survivor of one of many wrecked squads from a location notoriously terrible at keeping up with paperwork, tortured and lashing out at everyone. It's an easy role to fill because you are infuriated. You must hide your paints and leave your domain for a new one where you must find new messy patterns and tear them apart report. The only light at the end of the tunnel is that you have permission to sink your claws in and ORGANIZE. This isn't anyone else's domain, you can't step on any toes here. Everyone here will be your pawn, and they will dance to your tune (two ships collide in the vacuum of space under your marionette strings. One Autobot, one Decepticon.*** Finally, you can go home). A symphony of destruction, everything breaking exactly how it's supposed to. You school your face into a stony expression to hide your joy, but your spark swoops all the same. Everything is so much better when you're in control. 1 | 2 | 3

----- * I need you to know that when I say "tell" and "talk" I mean that Starscream and Knockout are absolutely just venting to this baby. They are going on long winded tirades and Vaporwave is just soaking it all up ** "The key to science, he said, was to follow a rigid, repeatable pattern." Peer review. Shockwave is talking about peer review. I didn't know how to squish that in without making it sound really awkward, but Shockwave is absolutely talking about peer review. It needs to be peer reviewable to be taken seriously/be accurate, but Shockwave doesn't phrase it that way. Never does he say the words "peer" and "review" together *** This is the battle that begins the Stations :) ---- • Guillotine and Vaporwave both focus on patterns. G: observation. V: organization. • Pov ur one of the minds behind the Stations getting stranded and you don't even know it • hahaha just imagining Vaporwave realizing he can't go home anymore and having a breakdown in the middle of enemy territory • "No. No. Nonononononononononono" • a soft touch to his shoulder. "Hey, are you alright?" • a sloooow turn of his head, eyes wide and expression unreadable. • like a switch has been flipped, he grabs the arm touching him, crushes it in his grip, and uses the arm as leverage to pull their head toward him whereupon he digs his claws into their face and pulls • this would evolve into a fight where Vaporwave takes out 5 guys before the solar flare that takes out everyone and officially starts the Stations. • it should be mentioned that until this point, Vaporwave has been playing as a friendly****, clawless, gun welding Autobot who looses his cool at Decepticons and not much else, so this out burst is very confusing for all his "comrads" • jgjmsmcks now I gotta do a post-wormhole Vaporwave jgknsjgkdkksmnc how in the world does he get from this to the loving father of chaos incarnate (Streaker and Vole)!? • I was gonna include Guillotine in that statement, but G's actually really straight forward if you know how he thinks. Pre-Stations Vaporwave would love how easy he is to direct ----- ****V's Auotbot character • He starts angry and vengeful(goes off on his own to "get revenge," which is actually just passing off information) • Some good sumeritan gets worried about him and confronts him about his vengefullness, so he eventually has to drop it down a few notches. He then becomes angry and bitter about Decepticons, but the good sumeritan actually tries to make friends with him, so new layers have to be added to his character • He's initially snapish and standoffish (chalked up to the anger and grief) eventually has a "good cry" and reveals himself to be a pretty soft guy who enjoys socializing (Intel gathering). He's still angry, but keeps it off his face unless he's on the battle field or Cons are brought into the conversation. (he still runs off on his own to fight, but does it significantly less. they use other methods of info passing at this point)

[littlelightbolt]

Finding Prowl - Chapter Five: Nemo

[55 cycles into capture]

Mabye, Primus had answered his call. The baby's fever broke in the evening, just as the crowds started to dwindle and the skeleton crew remained. The overhead lights had dimmed, signalling night-time in the above world. The worst was over but they weren't out of the blue yet. Muscles atrophied from malnutrition and sickness, the little one was still too weak to move on their own. Being cybertronian, the dim was no bother on their vision but it was still a trek from their cove to the surface of their tank to breach. Prowl had to use his body as a buoy to float the little one as they took small gulping breathes.

In between the surfacing intervals, Prowl was all but left to his thoughts, gazing aimlessly at the other mers outside his glided cage. To recharge now would only invite nightmares, an act that could potentially rob the little one of their recharge. So Prowl opted to settle in for a long night. It wasn't like he hadn't done so before. He simmered in the surrealness of his situation. The little life now here with him. Tired, his mind ebbed and rose with the cries of the humpback mer. There would be no singing for him tonight as thoughts came from all new directions. They drowned him.

'Where were their mother now? What had happened to them? Captured? Killed? What of their pod? How long had the baby been alone for? What had they been witness to?

His ATS concluded that the sparkling would most likely be from one of the small nomadic neutral pods originating around the northern hemisphere. One of many remaining neutrals that hadn't left the planet in time before the collision. War-ravaged Cybertron had been a wasteland. If there was one good thing to come out of the planetary collision millions of years ago, it was the new fuel source it provided. Earth-Cybertron was an abundant resource of which all mecha took their fill. Sparklings while still not common were finally not a rarity to their dwindling race outside of the major factions.

As an autobot and as SIC, Prowl had always been preoccupied. The wars with the Decepticons, dealing with outside operations [the Wreckers], trying to contact what remains of their race beyond the stars and even that one occasion the Quintessons had crashed in wanting to enslave them. He had been at the forefront of those operations. Post war, it had narrowed down to evading humans and keeping the peace on Cybertron. Post war, childcare had never been one of his priorities, nor an option he thought to pursue. He did not have a romantic partner nor any time to invest in one. J....The terror twins and Hot Rod were child enough for him. To be honest, he had never seen a sparkling up until Chromedome and Rewind first introduced their sparkling to the colony and hadn't that done a number on his spark.

Caught in the memory, the words of Ultra Magnus washed over him. "- I think your the loneliest mech I've ever met."

In his tank, he looked over himself. Scars and healing flesh. A shattered mind. He could barely take care of himself most days, how can he take care of a sparkling? Could they even eat solid foods yet?

When he had fed the sparkling kelp, a quick look at the sparkling's intake showed they only had two sparkling teeth jutting out of their top gum. From their size, Prowl assumed the sparkling was more toddler than infant. If the little one hadn't been weaned, he would have to be soon. Milk was not a worry at least. All cybertronians were intersex, but for the majority of cybertronians carrier coding had to be activated by an actual kindling. Being initially a public service servant, Prowl was made with the standard carrier protocols buried in place for the event such as these. Prowl could already feel the changes within him. A good sort of soreness to accompany the many aches. At the most he estimated that it would take at least until the morning for his pouches to fill.

Prowl didn't know how to feel about that. He will experience his first feeding before his first kindling, alone. A funnily sad thought that this was the first milestone that Prowl would share with a little one.

A thought struck him then, a designation. He didn't know the little ones' designation. In the day's events, Prowl hadn't even thought to try and ask for one. 'Could the little one even speak?' Prowl mulled it over looking down sparkling tightly clutching his chest in sleep. Their skin was still slightly flushed, eyes furrowed in their sleep. Mabye, they weren't really of a mind to tell him a designation anyway.

The remainder of the night was spent in silence, his ATS circling around his bare-bones escape plans, his current physical changes situation, the baby, and a designation to call them by. J..... Somewhere in between Prowl dropped off into a light doze.

The early morning arrived without much fanfare, the lights above returned to their usual blistering white. The human staff handover began. Splashing overhead roused Prowl from his rest. Food had arrived. Leaving the sparkling to their slumber, Prowl waited for the humans to back away before approaching the low ledge that served as their interaction platform.

Having been here long enough that rejecting food from them was in the past, Prowl had been a little surprised when the human workers had given him his usual ration of stale fish and a little bottle of milk beside it. Opening the bottle for a quick sniff made him gag. This milk was definitely NOT going into that sparkling's intake. Surely humans knew that much. It irritated Prowl that even with all their research and advancements, of knowing about his kinds general way of life, that they couldn't even synthesis the correct sustenance.

Incompetent fools.

He chucked the bottle back at the pair of handlers standing by the door and managed to hit the one with the badge "Spike W" in the head with it. The human squawked and turned back to glare at him. The absolute hate in their eyes gave Prowl a little satisfaction as he dove back down. He stopped at the entrance to his cove. A quick check revealed his pouches were ready to go, while not as pronounced as a femme's his chest seemed to have more curves to it already. He felt the heaviness in them. It was time. Awkwardly he reached out a hand, gently shaking the little one's shoulder. A couple of shakes made the little one release a little whine that almost made Prowl withdraw. Prowl pushed through it. The little one opened their bleary eyes to glare at him. They gave off a moody huff, curling up further to hide their face in the sand. It was kind of cute. A small smile graced Prowl's faceplate. Sass was a sign that the little was on the up and up in recovery. As new as the situation was to him, sass was a familiar attitude that Prowl could always handle.

The new code within him had settled well enough. It whispered that to recover, the little one needed to eat. Prowl followed along with it's directives, settling next to the sparkling before lifting them up gently into the crook of his arms. The new foreign programming guided his movements. The little one was only surprised by the slight jostle before settling into the new position. With steady hands he didn't know he possessed, he brought the little's intake to his chest and waited. To his relief the little one did as he had hoped, quickly latching on to suckle.

The sensation of something rushing out of him was WEIRD to say the least. Prowl shivered a little as the first drops escaped him. It tilted between being ticklish and soothing, he made sure to hold on well to the little one as he rode the sensations. The little one ate well. With one problem down with minimal resistance, Prowl felt a little lighter in his chest. Silently, Prowl congratulated himself on his achievement.

As the little one suckled, a little hand curled around one of his digits. Seeing and feeling the size difference between them made Prowl's mind stall. Not for the first time, the gravity of the situation seemed to crash over him, yet it felt like distant ocean waves. This sparkling was doing things to him. Things he had felt before in another different light, many vorns ago. It unnerved him a little how quickly he had come to care for the little one, in this cage of stale smells and dead sounds. He had never felt such feelings come on so quickly. Not with Chro....., not with Mesothulas, never with Sentinel. He couldn't remember a time where these feelings were returned in kind either. *Memories of that night, blurred and dizzy with J....... -* Outside his turbulent helm, the little ones' eyes met his, a bright cerulean blue that reminded Prowl of the sunlit surface of the Bering sea. *A certain visor in the sunlight came to mind.* So full, so whole, it was like the sparkling was looking within Prowl, into his spark.

The moment was broken when the sparkling unlatched from his pouch. They wriggle in his hold, as Prowl eased them onto his lap. They looked up at Prowl for a moment before patting their belly. "Pat?" Prowl felt elated, the sparkling could speak! That increased the probability of him being able to care for the sparkling tenfold. "Pat!" They repeated at him, more urgency in their voice. A small smile graced Prowl's faceplate, if the sparkling wanted to be patted who was Prowl to deny that. He began to rub their belly in a circular clockwise fashion patting gently as he went. The little one content went back to their nursing, soothed for now. Prowl moved to settle by the wall of the cove, body faced at an angle to the glass to look out at the growing crowd wandering the site while shielding the little one from view.

What would the others do if they could see him now. The terror twins would probably laughing their asses off. Many people would be loosing some lumpsum currency to smokescreen's betting pool. Prowl hadn't managed to sus out the most recent one but he was highly suspicious that his sex life was a hot topic/ running joke in action.

Optimus.....

What would J...... thin - k- .

Before he could spiral too deep into those thoughts, the sparkling unlatched a second time, pushing away from Prowl's chest. Looks like they had their fill for now. A few pats to the back made quick work of any trapped air in their system. Content and happy, the little one seemed energized enough to try and move out of his hold. With the little one now lucid, Prowl asked the burning question. "Little one, do you have a designation?"

The sparkling wordlessly looked up at him not quite getting his meaning. A questioning wirr came from their lips. Mentally Prowl sighed old speech habits died hard, perhaps he should refrain from using big words for now. "Do you have a name?" He gestured to himself. "My name is Prowl." "Prowl" he reiterated. "Pow" repeated the little one, smacking a little hand onto his chest.

Close enough Prowl figured. "

Yes, Prowl." He now gestured towards the little one, "Name?" The little one took a moment before quietly saying "Blue."

"Blue?" Prowl parroted, puzzled. Their carrier sure picked an odd choice of name for an orca mer. There really wasn't much blue to be had on this sparkling. "Blue!" the child repeated proudly, little hands now patting themself. Having answered the adult's question the little toddler saw fit to push off out of Prowl's hold. Weakly, they swam to the edge of the cove. Prowl watched on, vigilant as Blue fascinated himself with the starfish and shells littered around his cove. Little curious sounds came with every new discovery. It was a refreshing to hear, the vibration of it in the water a soothing reminder that he was no longer just his own. A quick look beyond a sand dune revealed the humans beyond. Blue recoiled like a shot, fear scented the water.

"Blue." Prowl called urgently, hoping to gain the little ones' attention to return. In response to his name, the little mer returned to his side. They snuggled into him, before revealing the item they had in hand. A little red starfish was presented. "Pow" "Pow, look!" exclaimed little Blue. "FisssH" he proclaimed proudly, chest puffed out and cheeks glowy.

Fear turned to joy. The sudden change in mood was like whiplash to Prowl.

Prowl couldn't help but laugh with mirth. "Starfish, Blue." "That is a starfish", he gently corrected. Taking the creature from their hands and placing it on the sand. "StaArfisH" Blue parroted, swimming around the little thing. With his unspent energy, Blue went out to the edge of the cove in search of more things to show "Pow", looking back occasionally to check that Prowl was still there watching him. It was comically affectionate. With each item shown to him, another starfish, a piece of kelp, an unfortunate small fish, affection slowly wrapped their tendrils around Prowl's spark.

It has been 55 cycles since he had any decent company, and despite the circumstance, he was glad to have Blue here with him.

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[aeroburning]

You've mentioned, in depth, how much you enjoy Gate's character in X6 (which is an amazing game, haters can fight me because I will die on that hill), but I'm curious to know: what do you think about the story in general? Especially in relation to the Nightmare Virus and Gate reviving Sigma as the "big twist" at the end of the game?

I think X6 has one of the strongest stories in the series, but it's not exactly because any big twists happen or anything crazy in general. I think one of the big reasons that X6 does fairly well is that it makes a lot of the interactions between the heroes and villains have meaning. We get a lot of time to understand who Gate is as a person, with details about his past being sprinkled in throughout the game.

The Maverick Hunters aren't seen as flawless heroes, Zero is blamed for the Nightmare, and in some ways, it's true. Zero's DNA was used to empower Gate's machinations. The sheer instability of his code is enough to drive Gate mad. However, with that in mind, I recognize that just because Zero's code is a risk, that doesn't mean this was an act that he condoned, and I also hold Gate accountable for doing the things that he does despite the influence. It goes both ways.

But not only that, this is one of the first games where it feels like its a direct sequel. Even though characters like Isoc are tools of Gate, it provides an interesting look into how politics play in the Mega Man X world, even after it has been ravaged by Eurasia.

Obviously in games like X2, we have to collect Zero's parts, and that's important, and it's continuity between the games, but we don't really feel a connection like how we see with X5 and X6. Now, it certainly helps that the events of X6 are based only a few weeks after X5, but the game's story was built with that continuity in mind-- and it feels less episodic and moreso building to something great. That all being said...the game isn't without it's narrative flaws.

This meme exists even in circles outside of MMX fandom :P

I also think Gate and Alia's relationship is one of the best things about this game. It's not something that I think anyone would have expected, but it's something that we learned that we wanted. Alia having a somewhat murky past and having to do something horrible creates some excellent tension and worldbuilding the series desperately needed. The game could have existed without Sigma and it would have been a complete story, and I think a lot of people recognize that. There's a lot going on with X6 and I think that's why it's one of the best. You're not racing against the clock or fighting a war, you're uncovering ghosts from the past and battling the ego of a brilliant man who had his life's work uprooted. It hits, and everything is connected in a way that feels satisfying to experience and fun to play through.

[raccoonfallsharder]

recommended works ⊹˚₊⊹˚☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

these are the folks who have written or drawn something (specifically within the rocket raccoon fan community) that either murdered me, resurrected me, or both.

(i am always open to recs so if you wanna link me to your fave i will be so happy to check them out)

⊹˚₊⊹˚☕︎ fanfiction ☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

The All of You (ao3) i fuckin love this story so hard. i love the OC. i love the writing. i love the set up. i reread this probably every month or so and pine for more. it's so fuckin good. @lazarel-3000 is a double-threat (at least) who is also on my recced artist list, which means (obviously) they are a recced creator as well.

Butterfly Caught (tumblr) ☕︎ Butterfly Caught (ao3) [NEW ADDITION ~ 2025] this is my (current) favorite story by @shylyobscene, whose work you will find listed here three times - both of her current fics and as an overall creator because she's just one to watch. i suspect everything coming out of her blog is gonna be good shit. the writing is lovely, the relationship-building is believable, rocket is amazingly-characterized and layered, reader is super-interesting and relatable, and everything is hot. 10/10 can't wait for more and would also wait forever.

Casino Royale (ao3) this fic by @hibatasblog (see also: Entanglement, below) is so fucking delightful. petra quill is so hot i want to date her myself, and the tension between her and rocket is through the roof. loving the angst, loving the little ways that heartbreak seeps through every new paragraph, loving the mystery of trying to figure out what happened to petra and rocket to set them on their separate paths and now bring them back together. always waiting anxiously for the next chapter.

Entanglement (ao3) this fic by @hibatasblog has me rationing my consumption in a way i have not done in a long time. i'm like "i only read one chapter a week to pace myself, as a little treat for surviving another seven days." beautiful writing and intricate storytelling, the metaphors and analogies are so good i almost wish i was back in undergrad writing a thesis on it. (recently added to my "creators" list because honestly, everything they've put out since 2023 has been flawless).

Experiment: The Ravager Code (ao3) ☕︎ Experiment: The Ravager Code (tumblr) check out author @guardian-angel12 for character art and more ♡ girl gets scooped, experimented on by the high evolutionary, saved by ravagers, and finds her family. what more could you ask for? featuring a fantastic, fascinating OC and i am in love (i do need to catch up, though). the writing is beautiful, the emotional elements are so moving, ugh i love it.

Friends (tumblr) @nyxivy is making their way through the rocketober 2023 prompts and the first fic of the series is. so drool-worthy. i've probably read it fifty times since it came out. short and so hot i could die (much like rocket himself), and somehow incredibly sweet in just the span of a few paragraphs? i will continue coming back to this fic and look forward to more from them at every chance i get.

Get Up (tumblr) @caesarhamato22 is another person on my recced creator list because trying to find just one fic to call my "favorite" is a challenge (obviously i was unsuccessful because there are two on this list). anyway this is lovely and fluffy. i die.

Heatwaves (tumblr) oh my lord. this was written a while ago i never officially added it to the list and i should've. @mytheoristavenue writes a very sultry, steamy oneshot about you helping rocket fix the ship's climate control. i melt into my chair everytime i reread this one (which is often). so much of this lives rent-free in my head but THIS changed the course of my fantasies: Finally, he placed a paw against your cheek and whispered in close: "You're burnin' up, baby."

If Only For Tonight (tumblr) ☕︎ If Only For Tonight (ao3) [NEW ADDITION ~ 2025] another stunner by @shylyobscene. fast-burn, incredibly sexy, superb characterization and even better dirty talk. you will burn up in almost every chapter and yet - there is a plot and it does not suffer. both smut and story serve to really build our understanding of rocket, reader, their relationship and the world/universe around them. plus it takes place circa endgame and if there's one thing i hate, it's how endgame treated the guardians. i'm so looking forward to seeing how this amazinf author treats that.

last (friday) night (ao3) nsfw. trying to pick a "favorite" of @aliasrocket's work is like trying to choose a favorite incarnation of rocket (i cannot). guess who is also on my recced creators list.

more than seven (tumblr)second @caesarhamato22 fic on this list and another recced creator. this one is one of my favorite comfort fics (i mean it's still sexy as hell) that i come back to very often. like it's just so wonderful and sweet and perfect and atmospheric and vibes

Professor R Raccoon or How Rocket Got His Groove Back (ao3) [NEW ADDITION 2024] nsfw. the third @hibatasblog fic on this list. this author doesn't miss. ever imagine rocket raccoon wearing his dad-glasses in a perfect slice-of-life au smut fic? by which i mean wouldn’t it be nice if someone could just fuck rocket’s brains out till his glasses fall off and he doesn’t even have to worry about blowing up living planets or killing mad titans? enter petra quill once again. this is hot, highly-communicative smut complete with both consent & shredded silk stockings, and rocket just feeling good.

stars. (tumblr) ☕︎ stars. (ao3) sexual tension & some of the loveliest atmospheric writing i've ever consumed. another @aliasrocket fic that lives in my head.

THE ONE WHERE HE SAVES HER (tumblr) [NEW ADDITION ~ 2025] this one is my favorite, but @sweetaliencheeks has a whole series of these, so if you like this one you should definitely check out the rest! i don't know how i managed to miss this for so long since it was posted in 2023, but it's fucking glorious. rocket is so perfectly characterized here and the whole thing just melts my heart. would read 5k more times. feels comics-based to me?, no smut but adult/suggestive themes and cw for implied sexual slavery. an ending that makes my heart sing in all the best ways.

untitled drabble/oneshot (tumblr). @hyperjorts probably never meant for their random drabble (which they mistakenly tagged as a shitpost) to live rent-free in my head for months on end but here we are. you can skip (or not skip) the original ask they were reblogging and just focus on this wonderful little bit of fiction that SCREAMS "universe-killer rocket" to me. (and then has me sweating & panting at the end)

A Very Basic Instinct (tumblr) ☕︎ A Very Basic Instinct (ao3) nsfw. when i tell you this fic did things to me. it is probably one of the fics i reread most. like, all the time jkjk only semiregularly. check out the author @elegant-fleuret for other equally brainrot-inducing smut (also mentioned in my recced creators).

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@angyc0rtoons the way they draw rocket is just. the most perfect embodiment of chaos. i WISH i could draw such animated expressions so fluidly and perfectly. and their color-choices make me want to cry in the best way. it's like i actually believe in the future again. make my brain go brrrr. (this one makes all my dopamine receptors light up) (also i will go to the grave grateful and sobbing over the time they illustrated my dumb hashtags)

@bathmob i wish. i could draw rocket. like this. the vibes are so good. the style. is perfect. i thank the universe whenever i see new art from them.

@glow-autumz is absolutely going to be a published comic artist some day and i will buy anything she works on ever. literally everything she creates has a story behind it, which i love. like, not only are her illustrations gorgeous (and like…often very hot) but every single one is (at least) a single-panel narrative. plus her OC is also cool as hell and i love her interpretations of rocket.

@happylittleshrub is a genius of the highest order. love watching all the different ways they render rocket, and i would sacrifice my LIFE for their baby rocket (raised by groot). protect them and their little rockets at all costs

@lazarel-3000 creates the most toe-curlingly delicious art i've seen in a long time. i am seduced by pretty much everything they create. even their rough drafts have me panting. (i also have a crush on their OC and as a bi-lady i look at their art and am often like oh shit this is a fuckin feast). as mentioned before, this artist is also the author of one of my favorite fics and is a recommended creator in general.

@projectanimation7 is an amazing artist in general but i am specifically posting to share this little snuggled-up rocket and groot. glorious, magical, cuddly. 10/10.

@rogertaylorswift i honestly don't know how this artist was not already on my rec list??? a staple and a god in the rocket fancommunity tbh. i can't pick one piece of theirs that i love more than the others. their album covers are beautiful, their meme redraws are hysterical, their one-frame comics are deeply-moving and lovely, and their longer comic arcs never fail to make me weep.

@uglly-rodent posts always make me want to pinch the babby raccoom's cheeks and/or cry.

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@aliasrocket writes such beautiful things it is impossible to pick a favorite (i got two of their fics in the fic section and it was difficult to narrow it down that far and even now, i'm not certain). their tumblr has the added advantage of a ton of drabbles, every single one of which is perfection.

@caesarhamato22 read everything. like everything. great smut but i am a sucker for the slice of life shit and it's so fuckin good here. i just wanna be a nail tech on knowhere/locked in a closet with rocket/have him steal my t-shirt/whatever. it's like all my most domestic desires got turned into little fanfiction dreams. so much wish fulfillment i could die

@elegant-fleuret has great fanfiction (more than just the one on my fic list - i just felt like i had to narrow it down and A Very Basic Instinct literally gives me a a fresh hit of dopamine every time i reread it, which is a lot). plus also art. double-threat.

@hibatasblog how have i not had hibata on here sooner? i mean, i know i had a bunch of their fics, but they continue to create amazing new things (and i can't put every single fic on here or it would be way too long). i just worked on the #kisskissBANGBANG challenge with them and every piece they posted was so lovely and amazing. they create steamy, meaningful, emotionally-charged fics that typically star rocket x petra fics (genderbent/fluid peter quill), sometimes with rocket x blackjack o'hare, petra x blackjack, and my personal favorite throuple ever: rocket x petra x blackjack. also occassionally they'll share some of their art, which is a gift to humanity. [NEW ADDITION ~ 2025]

@lazarel-3000 look. look. i cannot say this enough. please go check them out they are hope in a hopeless place. some of the sexiest art + one of my very favorite fanfictions + one of my very favorite OCs have come out of this flawless individual. (full disclosure they also did some nsfw art of my OC jolie and rocket that has me crying and dying and hyperventilating on a daily basis)

@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr has another one of my favorite OCs and i am always hungry for their little storylines whenever they post.

@mcsquared789 is working on a rewrite of the whole mcu, including stories of the parts we've never seen (widowmaker, for instance, is the history that the black widow movie references). it is a massive undertaking and an incredible project and while i've only read the smallest fraction of it so far, it was excellent and i hope to eventually get through the whole thing. [NEW ADDITION ~ 2025

@mrwolfhare is one of my favorite sources of gotg food-for-thought. just some of the most thoughtful explorations of the details of both the mcu and comic canon, excellent headcanons, beautiful screenshot sets, and really solid art. the drawtober art and ficlets have been highlights in my days this month and i'm told there may be a rad fanfiction on the horizon so keep your eyes on this! (rad fanfiction is here now! read Subject 880HR on ao3)

@raccoon-coded just. A+ gotg content, both original and reblogs. most recently i find myself coming back again and again to their review of various gotg novels (and adding a few to my tbr pile).

@shylyobscene is a fucken powerhouse of spicy rocket x reader content, with excellent characterizations and relationship-development, and engaging readers who are relatable and also interesting. i will keep my eye on everything that comes out of this blog. [NEW ADDITION ~ 2025]

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Hello Gallifreyan Institue!! So recently my time lord has started talking about this woman called Tecteun? Apparently they were important or something? Who exactly are they?

Who is Tecteun?

Now, we're about to stir up quite a few debates over tea in the Panopticon. If your Time Lord has started talking about Tecteun, you've stumbled into some of Gallifreyan history's deepest, most secretive, and confusing lore.

🪐 The Shobogan Explorer

Tecteun started out as a Shobogan, the original inhabitants of ancient Gallifrey. Tecteun was one of the first Shobogans to venture into outer space, driven by an insatiable curiosity to explore other planets.

Somewhere along the way, they say Tecteun discovered something extraordinary: a child with mysterious origins, who would later be known as the Timeless Child. And here's where things get less straightforward.

🧬 The Birth of Regeneration

Some say the Timeless Child had a unique ability—regeneration. Tecteun wasn't content with just observing this phenomenon—she wanted in on it. She adopted the Timeless Child and began a series of experiments that would certainly interest child protection services.

After countless attempts, Tecteun finally cracked the code, unlocking the secret of regeneration. But she didn't stop there—Tecteun spliced this ability into her own DNA, allegedly becoming the first Gallifreyan to regenerate.

👑 A Founding Figure of Gallifrey

In his next incarnation, Tecteun supposedly played a pivotal role in the rise of Gallifreyan civilisation. The Shobogans evolved, building the grand Capitol, and with Tecteun at the helm, alongside the more famous figures of Rassilon and Omega, Gallifrey began its transformation into the powerful society we know today. These three are often called the Founding Triumvirate of Gallifrey - Rassilon, Omega, and the Other. Here, it's assumed Tecteun was the Other.

🌌 Tecteun and the Division

In one of Tecteun's later female incarnations, she took on a new role as the leader of the Division, a shadowy organisation operating from the Void after Gallifrey's destruction. The Division's mission started well enough, but it eventually came to operate in more morally dubious ways.

The Division were behind the creation of the Flux, a destructive force meant to reset the universe as part of the Division's grand design. In quite a large misjudgment, Tecteun released a Ravager named Swarm from imprisonment to further her goals, who unsurprisingly eventually killed her.

🏫 So ...

Tecteun's life and legacy is complicated. In the best version of history, Tecteun was a pioneer, a scientist and a leader. In the worst version ... well, make your own mind up. But remember, the history of Gallifrey isn't as straightforward as it might seem ... 🤔

Related:

💬|🐾❄️Who are Swarm and Azure?: Profiles of these two scallywags

💬|➕💣What was the Flux?: What is was and how it happened.

💬|👤👑Why is Rassilon everywhere?: Who Rassilon is and why you should care.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[antirepurp]

actually i feel like frontiers has The Horrors in it in a way no other sonic game really has before it. maybe sa2 and shth come close to it but the vibe in both is very drastically different.

im talking about an ancient civilization that got wiped out by a force so powerful it's difficult to grasp. we get to witness the little that remains and assume that must be it, that all there is anymore are stones piled into towers and architecture ravaged by nature, before discovering it's all still here. and alive. and growing and leaking out of its containment to show everyone The Horrors they lived through. and it's not presented through different POVs like in sa1, and they don't hold back on any of it. four children get to witness the destruction of the people who came here before them right in front of their eyes, with the souls they spend time bonding with and treating like their equals.

and im talking about the destruction of the body and the way everyone but sonic is ripped out of their physical existences and into cyberspace where the relentless corruption of faulty code can begin to consume them alive. they lose their abilities to interact with the world in the ways they were used to and effectively become ghosts, echoes of themselves, and the only way to bring them back requires one kid to destroy his own body in exchange. and he has to slowly experience The Horrors of burning his own self alive, because what else is he supposed to do? he's supposed to be the hero and do the right thing, and this is the only thing he knows to do. and he will throw himself against enemies rivaling the power of the gods he's fought before, and he will take as many hits as it takes, and he will face his own mortality and fragility over and over again while his own self is dying

and even more so im talking about the very concept of death that haunts the islands and that sonic has to fight in the end, because he will not accept the end of the world. because he is not the kind of hero he wants to be, the personification of morals and accepting that things are going to end one day, when it's about whether his friends get to experience another tomorrow or not. whichever ending you play he will face off against a calculating force that has decided that this world needs to be destroyed, that it's about time it did. and sonic fights back because for fucking once he doesn't want to let go. he has let go so many times before, when he first visited ARK and in a timeline that no longer exists and after defeating the very concept of darkness and negativity. and should you go for the original ending, he let go of his friends, here and now. he has been through The Horrors and he's had enough and will not let himself be consumed by them, because he will make sure there is another sunrise and another tomorrow and that his brother and childhood friend and rival can all go and live the lives they want to have, and have been dreaming of this whole time

i know it's a pegi 7 baby game with poor execution and rushed things in many places. but i love the subtle terror under the hood i am obsessed with it

[90s-suplex]

once again back to call a random song stone cold coded [im cooked]

rule #34 by fish in a birdcage, ‘I love that you shake when I ravage your skin, it’s so easy to bite with your hands pinned’ the whole song is so like experienced stone cold/complete lack of experience partner

Lord sedate me for the greater good

hiiii welcome back hehe <3

screaming into my pillow while reading the lyrics asdfghjjj ty for sharing !! :D

"if you obey i might give you a treat" :3

"Such a good girl, knows how to please" -> i would literally fold in 0.1 seconds if he called me that and do anything he‘d ask me to do (i am tweaking)

and you’re so right about the vibe of the song oh my gosh i love that trope :) ‼️

Okay sooo: scsa being able to make you come sooo much quicker & harder that your previous partner(s) (because they were shit in bed compared to him & quite inexperienced) and you‘re like 😳😳😳??-> he would be soooo smug about this lol :3

[androgynealienfemme]

"Butch Code Limitations Feminism came to my rescue. I enrolled at UCLA for my junior year, which meant moving across town, leaving Pico, and leaving my buddies who worked for Pacific Telephone by day and drank by night. But my wardrobe of ties was now complete and I'd managed, with some Ivy League suspenders and a host of L.L. Bean blazers, to set my own butch style. I was working full-time in Watts and was finally within sight of my degree in social work. My career plans were clear. Like Cesar Chavez, I was going to save the ghetto. All I needed was a new bar and a new girl.

I found the former quickly enough by joining the softball team at the 7th Circle, a seedy little dive that despite its reputation as a "reds" (we're not talking politics) bar became my weekend home. Home was completed the night I met Gayle there and took her to my one-bedroom in the Fairfax district (later to become West Hollywood).

Doing the swagger thing at the Circle, I protected Gayle from unwaranted advances, threw a few punches to establish my territory, and refined the codes of Butch 301: honor your dyke buddies, it instructed, don't make it with a buddy's girl and expect to keep her friendship. Don't flaunt your one-night stands in your girlfriend's face -- make sure your friends don't either. Don't trust ki-kis (switch-hitters who flip-flopped from butch to femme depending on who they were trying to make). And above all, never let on if you find yourself sexually attracted to another butch.

The butch code was obviously a limited worldview. I grew bored. I didn't need a twelve-step program to see the ravages of alchol on the faces of my sage butch mentors. i didn't then agree with my generation about marching in the streets against our country's war (I'd spend the sixties in the cloister and in Pico; I didn't even know where Vietnam was). I had no political consciousness, but I was frustrated pissed off. I wanted being queer to mean more than spending my life in a bar.

On October 3, 1970 I walked into my first homosexual meeting. I hadn't heard about Stonewall, but I knew I was in the right place. A stone butch name Carole sat at the head table, and the whole room buzzed with talk about "religion and the homophile." Six months later, I succeeded and Carole as president of the Los Angeles chapter of the Daughters of Bilitis and opened the first center in the city. History had surged forward. By that time we talked about "gay rights."

One day I found a leaflet crammed in the mailbox of our DOB Center. It was from another organized group of gay girls, the Lesbian-Feminists. I'd heard about them through the dyke grapevine. No one knew what their name meant, they were reported to be "weirdos," and they were known to hang out at a center for women. This sounded ominous, but the leaflet gave an address and said, "All women welcome." I decided queer unity must prevail; I would visit their territory.

Feminism and the Butch Closet It was not love at first sight. Listening to my "sisters" that first night was one of the most disorienting experiences of my life. These women forbade use of the word girl. No one flirted with anyone. No one even asked my name, much less noticed my new wing tips. The Lesbian-Feminists did nothing but talk for five hours. And they weren't even discussing an outing or anything tangible. They were spouting some convoluted religious. It had to be religious, because they were all intensely righteous. I thought I knew about the religions of the world, but this was a new one. Apparently it was also very ancient, because one of them proclaimed their "matriarchy" was as "old as history itself."

By midnight I was convinced I'd received the wrong information. These girls weren't lesbians. There were no butches. Many of them looked vaguely feminine, in the hippie style of the day. A clunky sandal seemed to be their shoe of choice, but none of them wore makeup. I knew no bona fide femme would go out in public without makeup or heels.

Concluding that they were some kind of crackpot sect, I rose to leave. As I stomped across the wood floor, enjoying how the chains on my boots clanged through their meanderings, the one called "Radical Rita Right On" shouted at me, "What kind of lesbian are you?"

-“Butches, Lies, and Feminism" by Jeanne Cordova, The Persistent Desire, (edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)

[buriedinsand-clangen]

START

In the sands, secrets lie.

Five clans, named by the Stars at Deathrocks have taken up residence in a far flung oasis after their lands are ravaged by the wars of humans.

At the reccomendation of their starry patron they have lived on the land for 100 moons, and are only just returning to solidify a Code by which they will live by.

Locustclan, Beetleclan, Aphidclan, Hornetclan and Mantisclan meet at Deathrocks for the first time in generations - and begin a new era!

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Welcome to Buried In Sand! This is my clangen blog, inspired by the fact i keep deleting and restarting my clans so i decided to start a blog to keep myself entertained.

I'm just sort of figuring stuff out as I go, so expect artstyle changes and formatting experiments as I go. I dont always follow sprite designs. I go on the Vibes of the cat moreso than their canon appearance.

Feel free to send asks!

Main - @freerangeranger