#gonna write these blurbs out

[meowrimo]

HAPPY HAPPY FRIDAY FRIENDZ !!!! we are so close to the weekend, just a little bit longer ! i’m sending out lots of good energy to everyone to make this day a good one <33

[crsssie]

bite - professor!simon riley x professor!reader (suggestive warning!)

"Thanks for walking me back."

"Of course!" The new professor stumbles, cheeks red as you smile. How cute.

"I'll be seeing you?" You raise a brow, hand on the handle of your shared office.

"Y-yes!"

The door opens before you can react, and Simon stares down at the professor, brow raised as you greet him, eyes lighting up and patting his chest to have him bend down for you.

"Professor Smith." Simon nods. "Congratulations on the degree."

"S-sir!"

"Just Simon is fine. No difference in status here." He smiles. "It's getting late and I've gotta get my missus home, so if you'll excuse us."

"Of course." He nods, scampering off as you laugh.

"He wasn't doing anything."

"He's in love with you, luvie." Simon mumbles, hand finding your chin to squeeze your cheeks as he leans in for a kiss. "Should I get you a bigger ring?"

"That's hardly necessary." You hum, laughing as he grunts.

"Ought to sink my teeth into your skin until those marks are permanent then." Simon lets go of your cheeks to kiss you properly, hand resting on your jaw as you lean in to kiss him properly — too much teeth to be gentle, his body hunched over yours as your nails dig to ground yourself. Your lashes flutter closed as he shoves his tongue into your mouth, letting him nip at your bottom lip and let go with a pop, his stubble soft against your jaw as he unlocks his jaw to bite at your jugular, teeth sinking in as you wince.

"Si." You grumble.

He doesn't respond, biting down harder as you sigh, squeezing at his shoulders as he finally lets go. Your fingers reach to collect his saliva from the bite, licking them off as he stares down at you.

"It's not fair if only you get to bite." You pinch at his ear, hissing as he leans down. "Why are you acting like your students aren't all up on your dick and practically begging me to leave you so they can get bent over that stupid table of yours?"

"They're not my wife, luvie."

"And you're not my husband?" You hiss. "Thought you trusted me, Si."

"do." He mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "Trust you a lot. 'm sorry."

"How sorry?" You raise a brow, watching as he stares back up at you, dangerous glint in his eye as you cock your head to the side.

"If you wanted to get bent over the desk you could have just asked, my missus." He whispers, eye glancing at the door. "Say the word 'n 'm yours. 'm your husband before all else."

You open your mouth, teeth biting into his collarbone as he kicks to close the door.

Anything for his missus.

[katsu2ji]

a/n: moving out of college for the summer rn. lots of change.

i don't think katsuki would be a huge fan of change. he liked school as a child for that reason—the same routine, seeing the same people, having the same classes. even after college, into work, he'd carry that same attitude. he gets up every day at the same time, has the same breakfast, follows the same schedule to lead him into his day. this is man of routine.

i think he would struggle a bit during big, long breaks where his routine is disrupted, like long school breaks, for example (MY TWIN!!!!). just the aspect of time shifting and the change in his days, the usual schedule he has falling off for a while. it would just generally take him a bit to feel like his normal self when his routine is disrupted, and until then he may feel a bit...off.

he does not like change. not at all.

katsu2ji © 2025. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

[bloodibambiidoll]

A little peak inside Weird Girl!Reader’s bedroom.

In my mind Weird Girl is obsessed with religious imagery but isn’t religious(that’s just my personal headcanon if you’re religious feel free to interpret her that way) so she has tons of crosses and angels on her walls. But most of the time they’re upside down and she’s painted blood coming down the angels eyes.

She has a princess bed for sure. Her rich grandma raised her so she has a really nice expensive bed and it’s really the nicest thing in her bed room.

She has a lot of random art she’s commissioned from different artists on Etsy and pop culture(mostly horror movie) posters on her walls.

Knick knacks. All kinds. Tiny little cat figures she’s had since she was a kid. Her doll collection. Taxidermy. She collects knives so she has tons of cool knives lying around.

Definitely has some kind of ornate extra ass bong that she keeps clean but her ashtray is always overflowing.

Pretty, billowy curtains, but blackout curtains she can pull down underneath if she’s feeling like the natural light is too much.

The first time Rafe goes into weird!girl’s room he’s like “what the fuck” but the more he gets to know her the more he understands each and every little detail. He loves your room. It’s like a reflection of yourself and a glimpse into your mind. He loves the permanent overflowing laundry pile on the little vintage chair in the corner of your room. He loves the way your bed feels like a warm hug. As hesitant as he is to admit it he loves your little bunny companion.

Rafe loves everything about you, everything he learns about you is just another reason to adore you. He loves all your quirks. Your weird little room. Your pretty little outfits that always have some kind of dark twist on them. He just loves you. His perfect little weird girl.

[lustyargonianmaid]

@emahriel blew me away with this portrait of maeve moonsong, i literally cannot stop staring at it. she looks sooo ethereal aaahhhhhh! 2 weeks until bg3 💜😭

[srasdoesthings]

＊✿❀Day 6: Fantasy AU❀✿＊

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Rei and Eichi being in false dichotomies rattles in my head so so mach. Might be the wrong term but I just legit blank out whenever I see them sfjds. So for this AU and piece, I based it on Slay the Princess!! The whole change and stasis, how two seemingly opposing concepts are in essence bound together for all eternity, large ethereal beings embodying the make up of reality dancing around each other and mad in love-

Anyways :33 another blurb thingy under the cut! I find deities and myths in videogames very interesting so might as well spit it all into something for the girls🔥🔥🔥 This was beta-ed and heavily proofread by another fello femstars discord member: Cordelia!! (@kanameows) Big big thanks to her, he's really helped me straighten this out and fix up the wording to make it sound less modern nsdkjff

Sorry for rambling dhsnfkmas enjoy the short read^^

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From the beginning of time, two great entities watched over the earth. The Greatest of the greats, the highest of the high. They were gods, deities. They ruled over concepts, embodies them. Eichi and Rei.

Despite all the worship, reverence, and adoration of the people, though, no one truly knew what dominion these gods ruled over. Years, centuries, and milleniums of myths and legends passed down from generation to generation, tainted by the interpretations of those spreading their story. Small details mutate and are discarded over time.

These different spins on their myths go as follows:

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Eichi was the God of Good and Rei was the Demon to be defeated. Eichi was born of light and she drove away the darkness that followed Rei like a shroud.

Eichi brought wonderful things such as the spring and summer, warm and bright; cheery.

Rei is followed by Autumn and Winter, windy and cold --biting at the senses, numbing everything.

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Eichi was the God of Life. All living things are her subjects, each and every one blessed by her power.

Rei was the God of Death, who brings rest to the weary, comfort to the tormented, and punishment to the sinners.

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Eichi was a God who strived to keep the world perfect. A tyrant creator who destroys all that mar her perfect vision.

Rei was a kind god that accepted the strange and unwanted into her arms, soothing their broken souls.

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Eichi was an evil god. An evil god surrounded by wonderful things. An evil god who makes sure she's surrounded by wonderful things. She creates new flowers to hide those that wither in her hands; brought forth life to erase the dying.

Rei was a pitiful god framed by her as evil. She mourned, cried for those she has hurt; unable to protect, only able to take them under her large black wings, singing melodies of solace.

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At least, those were what the myths say...

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But myths are products of human culture, unable to comprehend those above them. In truth:

Eichi is the God of Change; of growth and decay; of revolution and corruption. She is the passing of seasons. She is improvement and she is the loss of progress. All encompassing and always there.

Rei is the God of Stasis. The moment, an ending, and the time spend lingering in it. She is of long nights with loved ones where time holds no meaning and she is minutes stretched to hours in agony. All encompassing and always there.

There is no winner or loser, no right or wrong, and know good or bad. They are merely forces of nature, the absolute truth of the world, and the gears that turn reality. They are simply change and stasis. Simply Eichi and Rei.

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[littleplantfreak]

Assigned Hybrids (according to me!)

Anon said I should assigned my moots as hybrids so I had the people interested like that post

In no particular order!

@oceaneyesinla Rox is…not a fox despite my tag for them. I’m thinking a mouse hybrid. You’re cute and I do think you would squeak.

@nyxypoo nyx is a bunny. Idk I don’t make the rules well i made the post but and I can see u doing the bunny stomping thing especially when Endo’s on the brain irritating you. Reaching for your tail secretly….

@birinboom a lamb if only so we can frolic together and you’re a bit of a troublemaker despite your cute looks. Otherwise you are a pampered kitty like Duchess from the aristocats.

@o-sachi Sachi my beloved you’re a lion hybrid I think. Or another big cat, but lion was the first to come to mind. Please let me pat your head regardless.

@ironlotus13 Emi! You give me deer vibes. Not fawn but like full on deer. Looks delicate, but certainly isn't when it comes down to it. I could imagine you still have the spots though cause they’re cute. Gives you little antlers cause theyre also v cute aesthetically

@voidcat You’re a cat hybrid. You constantly knock things closer and closer to the edge of the table. Maybe that’s why you like Gen. Cat vs cat but you keep dragging him by the neck scruff with your teeth. 10/10 would still try to pinch your cheeks despite the obvious dangers

@vinomino Mino you’re a bird hybrid I have decided. You remind me of my dad’s parrot he had when I was younger. Sometimes I have the urge to put a blanket over you when you’re up super late like they do with birds.

@hayatoseyepatch Sam you’re always kinda elegant but playful to me and I dont know if it’s Suo’s fault but I get fox hybrid vibes. Otherwise you’d be a swan, but fox was my first pick!

@maruflix you’re a puppy hybrid like me i think Maru! You’re affectionate in a puppy way and very lovable as well. Definitely one that has one of those tails that smack someone’s leg and they go “holy shit” because its like a whip

[emily-mooon]

Jancy soulmate au where you hear the music your soulmates listening to and Jonathan’s pretentious ass is annoyed at his soulmate for listening to pop music all the time and Nancy is annoyed over how sad and weird her soulmates music taste is

[meowrimo]

writing a slow burn is all fun and games until the longing and yearning swallows you whole before the characters ever get to kiss

[crsssie]

frog - jinshi x reader (Spoiler Warning for Chapter 63 of the manga)

"hng." Jinshi whimpers, face flushed as you freeze.

It's a frog. You fucking swear it's a frog. You didn't just accidentally grab and squeeze Jinshi, a fucking eunuch's, dick. You did not. You are hallucinating. That was the frog that jumped on you and knocked you off balance— nOT Jinshi's dick or whatever. He shouldn't even have one!

"Sorry." You sit up, legs still straddling Jinshi as you get off of his chest. "I saw a frog and fell."

Jinshi sits up with you, face flushed in embarrassment as you pray you can play stupid out of this one. It was hard enough that he literally witnessed you hurl a rock at the assassin with eerie precision, but you would rather die than have to die with Jinshi because you found out he wasn't a eunuch.

Every day your loyalty is tested when around this man.

"That makes this way easier." Jinshi sighs, grabbing you by the shoulder as you tense up to lean back from him. "I have a confession to make. I—"

"I think I killed the frog." You mumble, face pale. You're acting. You have to. You are not following Jinshi to the grave and cleaning up the aftermath of his ass getting someone pregnant.

"No, listen, that wasn't—"

"Oh my god, I'm not gonna make it to heaven." You mumble again, staring at your hand before wiping it on your chest. "Master Jinshi, I'm going to hell."

"No, that wasn't—"

"I'm going to hell because I crushed a frog..." You mumble.

Jinshi gets fed up with your acting, pushing you backward into the dirt as he cages you in, lifting your leg as he presses his clothed erection into you. You yelp, trying to crawl away, but he holds you in place, eyes staring through yours to your soul as you shake underneath him. Playing stupid didn't work this time.

"That was not a frog," and he rolls his hips against yours for emphasis, watching as you mentally restrain yourself from moaning. God, since when were you this lewd?! "Stop playing stupid, pretty one. You gave it a good squeeze too."

You freeze up as he lowers himself ever so slowly, and you blurt your thoughts out before you can think of what the best choice is at the moment.

"I am not having my first kiss on the dirt in a cave!" You cry, praying that it's enough. Seriously, you aren't following Jinshi to the grave. He may be hot, and women may throw themselves at him and men turn gay for him and nations go to war for him but you are not following him to the grave. Your loyalty does not lay that strong. You don't want to die just yet.

Jinshi leans in anyway, lips brushing yours as a bark sounds above you as you call back, and you sigh in relief when you hear Maomao's voice.

You're saved. Oh heavens, you're saved.

[holographic-mars]

(A mcb ask)

Do you think Glober will end up joining Jun’s team? I think it would be great if he stayed a wandering Cardbot that occasionally helped/brought trouble, but i saw a TikTok comment a bit ago pointing out how fun the dynamic would be if he did join so now I’m on the fence lol

OUHH GODDD I have so many feelings about this lord help me

Glober is a free spirit at heart and it pains me to think about him being sealed bc I feel like that would make him a little miserable. His ability to make his own choices and pave his own path is such a key part of his character as an adventurer and I feel so sad thinking about him kinda having to give it up.

BUT his dynamic with the other cardbots as a new member of the team is a fun concept. I think he’d be an enabler for the other bots to cause whatever trouble they want—if Red Blitz wants to go joyriding without telling Jun first, who’s he to stop him? Let the kid have his fun.

Glober to me is an unmovable object. He has his views and ideas of the world and nobody can change them, sealed or not. I think if he gets sealed he’ll still be stubborn and opinionated and only help if Jun asks him first. I would hope his free spirited charm wouldn’t go away if he does get sealed.

The episode Glober’s End is coming up and I am scared. I am frightened. I am shaking and trembling in my knickers. I’m scared they’re gonna murder him :(((((( What if they kill my beautiful wife :(((((( Glober…. Glober stay with me………. Glober……………..

[fastboatsmojito]

Billy Butcher I am going to get u pregnant

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

Deep Within Pt 3

( @quibble-auk oh look I didn't abandon this!!! I missed writing for your girl, her insanity is so fun.)

Tw. eh. Sunrazor.

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Sunrazor was not enjoying herself. The cybertronian sun ached and burnt as she made her way across the barren city. Large and imposing she made quite the figure to be traipsing amongst the dead buildings. Hard face in a scowl and thick shoulders tense, the war machination stalked.

It wasn't the first time she had walked these paths, probably fifty times now her feet had traced them. With a party of a couple soldiers she had been roaming in search of useful supplies and equipment, for two weeks now? Yes, her hud answered as her outer armor groaned from the utter heat.

Two weeks Sunrazor had been here babysitting the military personnel, for two weeks she’s been having to answer to the most rotgutted general she had ever bowed her helm to.

If Sunrazor had her way, she thought as she scanned the red horizon that was shivering and worming from the heat, she’d have killed him by now.

Frowning slightly, her engine snarled at how much she truly did want to crush that bug beneath her boot. Sunrazor slowly dug said boot into the rust speckled ground, the force of it denting the old building she stood upon. A sad and unsuitable replacement.

Innertoil was a short old rustbucket from another age, who treated Sunrazor like some low rank enlisted mech. She of course obeyed with practiced ease, but her temper was getting especially short recently. Heat surged in her chest, a rage that she had been quelling for months now. Only allowing to deliciously consume her when out on the battlefield. 

Now the flimsy spined excuse for a general, had her doing recon.

Her fists clenched, straining the joints from the force her anger shoved through them.

Sunrazor was not a scout. She was not a low rank grunt made to be shoved out to see if he comes back with holes. Yes she could do it, rather well for a mech of her size.

But the gall.

Another time, she’d kill him later. Sunrazor began her descent towards her destination. Accidents happen, and the same general never stayed on the base he built. Mechs like him get cocky, and need to be removed. Sunrazor felt a smile twist her lips at the thought as she reached stable ground once more.

Cocky dogs get put down. 

Anger seemingly soothed at the mental image of brutally rending the general apart, Sunrazor continued.

In about half an hour, the object of her hike sat within view.

An old tower, not the tallest, but still standing.

Might have been a communication tower back in the old world, she thought dismissively, scanning it for abnormalities.

Today the only reason Sunrazor paid the structure any mind was because of a seeker’s report including it. Heat rising and making her already threadbare nerves crackle she started for the base of the tower. The report came from a seeker scout who continued his patrol beyond conscripted time to investigate a “weird” warm signal in his periphery.

It would not have been taken seriously if not for the patrol happening past sundown. Hot spots occurred during the day and the warm signatures could reappear during nightfall due to the longer cool down time. That’s why Sunrazor was rather peeved at the prospect of being sent out to investigate a stupid mistake made by a young bird who was probably lacking a normal amount of processing power.

Then the seeker mentioned the location of the hotspot.

On an outer ledge. Where those thin metal slabs should cool far faster than the tower itself. Not hold heat. In one spot. For an extended period of time.

That means they may have a problem. Sunrazor was meant to take care of problems. Hence her presence.

Her senses flared out in a wave along the tower’s base, searching and tuned for any movement. The seeker also mentioned the heat signature seemingly being under the ledge, only to be gone when investigated. Which pointed to either a very slow cool down of the metal.

Or a spy with a death wish jumped.

She searched the sides with soft growls of frustration, when no sign of anything showing magnets or of climbing gear showed itself past the abused hide.

Her temper rumbled with every step. From the sun beating down on her, from the completely  beaten and scraped outer shell of the tower, which hid any and all marks of a climb.

She ran a check to see if any of the panels could have been removed and somehow a bot could have run along the inside. Which itself was suicidal, this tower was decrepid and only a fool would assume it could hold his weight from the inner framing.

It was thin, and too frail for a mech with that large of a heat signature to have scaled, even if his engine was on the edge of overheating to make such heat anyway. 

Unless. 

 She felt her eyebrows raise, glancing at the horizon. Sunrazor tucked the thought neatly away, no harm in holding it. 

She looked up at the ledge in which the seeker swore the signature had been perched. Her brim of her helm being useful against the harsh light, she squinted and huffed angrily as her optics failed to focus.

Readjusting her internal lenses, her optics focused on the ledge. Sunrazor decided if she found nothing on this wild waste of her time, that seeker was going to suffer. Badly. 

Grooves in the metal. A broken support.

Sunrazor blinked in surprise, looking again as she felt herself begin to grin, hopeful excitement rising. 

She traced her bloody optics along the edge of the ledge in, down the snapped support. Halfway down, oh he had been so close. She smirked.

Sunrazor tracked the angle of the fall, walking slightly in a predatory fashion as her programs roared. 

Down, down and right above her helm.

Claw marks.

“Oh you sweet little thing,” With the gentleness of a lover the mech ran her fingers ever so softly along the grooves. Thin and sharp, depth correlating with the angles and fall distances perfectly. Anyone who hadn’t known what to be looking for would have lost them in the cracked brutalized skin of the tower. 

“You almost didn’t make that catch did you?”

Any farther and the maker of those marks would have been killed on impact. She would be standing above a corpse.

Deep within her, programs thrummed excitedly. Calling on every moment and feeling she had filed away to support her growing feverish thought.

She shushed it and almost reluctantly looked away from the grooves, hoping to follow the trail.

Down maybe another foot, then they ended. Sunrazor smiled cruelly as she ran a thumb along where they had removed themself from the wall, and along the edges of the crack stowed as if ashamed, was the faint traces of yellow.

Sunrazor grinned, running her rough thumb fondly over the stain.

She stood and rolled her shoulders, smiling warmly.

"Sunrazor to base."

:Sunrazor acknowledged, report.:

“Designated sight area is clear, I want that seeker who falsely reported in the upper loading area for my return.”

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[quibble-auk]

Transformer OC lore:

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Another little chapter thing. Originally I was gonna hold back on writing this part but @thebrokenmechanicalpencil’s little blurb they wrote got me thinking about it more and I have very poor self control.

This is Pre-war stuff btw.

So yeah, Sunrazor digs her own grave in this one.

Sunrazor’s expression remained neutral as she stood stock still in the dimly lit corridor, her gaze remained fixed on the empty space in front of her. The quiet of the hallway was a stark contrast to the bustling energy it usually held, the flicker of the fluorescent lights above the only sound that echoed in the otherwise still air. With the rising threat of a war on the horizon she had been finding herself on more and more shifts. Mechs didn’t feel safe, the solution seemed to be to put even more guards everywhere.

If she had her way she would be far away from here.

Both herself and Valkyrie. Sunrazor had found a ship willing to take them off Cybertron and away from the conflict, somewhere where they would be safe and out of harm's way. Maybe Sunrazor could have finally gotten her chance to explore the countless organic worlds that had always intrigued her. For the longest time that had been her only goal. To somehow find a way on a cruiser that would take her to worlds full of green. Until then she could spend her spare time in the gardens, appreciating the plant life there.

But then Valkyrie came waltzing into her life and Sunrazor’s priorities changed.

Valkyrie wanted to stay on Cybertron, she wanted to fight to preserve life here. She was planning on joining the Autobots. She was choosing a side and getting involved. Valkyrie had always wanted to be something more than some rich mech from Towers. It seemed she believed that to become a soldier was the way to go about this. It was a reckless and stupid idea.

The pastel mech had no combat experience, she had never been in a life or death situation like that before. Valkyrie had never even held a blaster in her life–Sunrazor refused to let her mess with her own, if something were to happen she would never forgive herself–Whatever had possessed her to sign up for battle was going to get her killed. Valkyrie wasn’t made for combat.

So, Sunrazor would do what she always did, what she was built for. Sunrazor would guard and protect. She would follow Valkyrie wherever she went and keep her out of trouble. Even if it meant she would never get to see those foreign worlds. It wouldn’t be worth it if Valkyrie wasn’t there by her side. Sunrazor wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she left her Conjunx alone in a warzone.

The clicking of metal footfall on freshly polished floors echoing around the empty space reminded Sunrazor what exactly she was meant to be doing right now.

Sunrazor used her peripheral vision to eye the mech as they approached, unwilling to turn her head. She kept her posture rigid and still, every part of her alert, every sensor tuned to the presence of the newcomer. It was late but not unreasonable for someone to be out. They were most likely returning to their room from a party or event.

They walked past Sunrazor, offering her a glance before stopping suddenly and doing a double take. After confirming whatever it was they were thinking about they turned to face her.

Sunrazor stared forward, outside the window, at the brilliant lights of the city below.

The mech–who was not carrying any obvious weapons–calmly approached her as if they had known each other. They sauntered over towards her until they stood just a few feet from her–close enough that she may not be able to react fast enough to disarm them if they were to pull out a knife. They smiled lazily.

“Your Valkyrie’s Conjunx right? Sunrazor was it?” He asked, leaning casually against the wall.

Finally Sunrazor allowed herself to look at him, still not moving her head, only flicking her eyes in his direction. He seemed ordinary enough–as ordinary as you could get when dealing with the elite– thin colorful plating built with elegance in mind. He seemed familiar, she had definitely seen him around before.

When she spoke her voice was steady and controlled, “Do you need something?”

“Oh, not really,” He began examining his finish, “People talk you know? Rumor going around that Valkyrie is joining the Autobots!”

Sunrazor knew better than to give him a real answer, it would only fuel the gossip. Valkyrie had talked about it, she had never confirmed, she was still undecided. She was leaning towards one side, sure, but that wasn’t Sunrazor’s news to share. She looked back out the window, “Is that what they’re saying?”

The mech nodded and hummed, “My name is Torrent, by the way, I work for the Autobots, see?” He proudly brandished a red Autobot insignia, Sunrazor glanced at it before returning her attention to the window. Torrent seemed unphased by her lack of enthusiasm, as if this kind of interaction was nothing new to him. He leaned in slightly, studying her with a curious, almost amused expression.

“I think both you and I know she’s not cut out for that kind of work,” he said in a low tone. He had leaned in even closer, uncomfortably close, closer than residents were allowed to get to the guards without a good reason. He was close enough that he had flinched back when her plating flared slightly without her consent when he spoke.

Torrent failed to get the message and his smirk only grew. He had gotten the reaction he wanted from her. He seemed far too pleased with himself. “I would have thought that as her conjunx you would try and stop her,”

Sunrazor chose to remain silent, she had no idea what he was trying to gain from this. It was safer for her to just wait until he lost interest.

“You do want to protect your Conjux don’t you?” Torrent poke smoothly, eloquently, just like other Tower’s mechs did. Unlike the others, however, it lacked the condescending tone it often held. There was something else in his voice, something that Sunrazor couldn’t name.

The guard almost laughed at the question, she would have in different company. Instead she narrowed her eyes and forced herself not to react violently to the insulting question, “Of course I do,”

Torrent smiled. “And you’ve convinced yourself to follow her haven’t you? That you can protect her,”

Sunrazor’s gaze hardened, the faintest flicker of a flare in her plating. If she could have, she would have walked away from this already, but her shift wouldn’t end for a while and she couldn’t abandon her post. The silence must have answered for her.

“And what happens when you can’t protect her?” Torrent asked, the words should have sounded crueler. Like most nobles he seemed to have the uncanny ability of making threats and insults sound like nothing.

It didn’t stop her from tightening her grip on her blaster, the momentary way her plating pressed tighter against herself. Of course she had thought about it, about what would happen if she were to fail, if she wouldn’t be enough. It haunted her, it's why she wanted to get away. What if she wasn’t fast enough?

His voice slipped into that dangerously calm as he leaned in even further. “I’ve seen mechs like you before. Loyal, obedient...to a fault. But loyalty can only get you so far when you’re dealing with real power. You’re still playing the role of protector, Sunrazor, but the game has already changed.”

Deep down she knew, Sunrazor knew he was right. She hated it. She would only be able to take so many hits before she herself would fall. Then who would protect Valkyrie? She wasn’t the strongest, or the fastest, or smartest, she didn’t have impressive firepower or tank grade plating. Sunrazor was built to protect, to wait and watch over, analyze for threats and react when needed.

There was a difference between being built for battle and being built to guard.

Torrent watched her thoughtfully as the brutal reality hit her. Valkyrie wasn’t built for combat and in a way, neither was she. Not to this degree. It would be inevitable, she would fall short and Valkyrie would suffer for it.

“I can help you,” he stated, head tilting slightly. “I’ve got connections,”

“They’re making a special little program that focuses on taking mechs like you–loyal, strong, experienced, and full of untapped potential—and it enhances everything you already have. It could make you powerful enough to truly protect her,” Torrent had leaned back after he had finished, finally giving her enough space to breathe, but didn’t pull away entirely. He watched her expectantly.

She stood there, staring out at the glowing cityscape below, trying to focus on the lights, on something other than the words that had just been spoken. But the thoughts came to her regardless. No matter how hard she tried to shield Valkyrie, there would always be threats bigger than her. There would always be enemies who could break through her defenses.

But the idea of becoming more—of being able to keep Valkyrie safe, to truly protect her in the way she needed—tempted her. Could she be more? Could she become strong enough? Sunrazor shifted slightly, her fingers tightening even more on her blaster. She didn't speak, Torrent didn't need her to.

Torrent continued, his tone almost coaxing, “A mech like you, with the right enhancements, could become a force unlike anything you’ve ever imagined. You’ll be the perfect protector. No one will be able to touch her, not with you standing by her side.”

Sunrazor’s fingers flexed around the grip of her blaster, the familiar weight of the metal grounding her. She didn’t trust him. She didn’t trust anyone who offered power like this—like it was a solution to all her problems, like it was the answer to everything she couldn’t control. But the temptation lingered in the back of her mind, a whisper that couldn’t be easily silenced.

“You already know the right answer,” Torrent said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “There’s only one way to keep her safe, to ensure it,”

She knew what was being offered. To rise to a level where she could be the shield Valkyrie needed, without limitation, without fear. Sunrazor could be the one who always stayed one step ahead, who always protected Valkyrie from everything. Then she would be safe. And when the war ended they could move on, then they could explore what lies beyond.

Neither of them could afford to die.

The guard shifted, finally turning her head to face the other. Torrent watched her carefully. Sunrazor knew what she had to do.

For Valkyrie’s sake.

“What do I need to do?”

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commence the recreational essay writing

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i swear once i get through this week, i'll be more active writing-wise! it's just been stressful bc of some ooc things, like both my best friend's kid and my mom having their birthdays this weekend :' ) i'm just running low on battery as a result, so i appreciate y'all's patience with me!!