#shoadow

[autobot2001]

Ask Her to The Dance

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warnings: Brief mention of poor mental health. Description: Drift wants to take Jamie to the Valentine's Day dance at the N.E.S.T. base.

Day 18; @fluffyfebruary: shadow @fluffbruary: suave | cologne | gradual

The Autobots and soldiers at N.E.S.T. like how Colonel William Lennox would plan events around Earth holidays. Precautions are taken to mitigate Decepticon attacks. Regardless if an event is planned. Since Valentine’s Day is on Wednesday this year, a dance is planned for Saturday. Drift wants to take Jamie to the dance as a date. With the dance next week, Drift needs to talk to Jamie, so the two can prepare for the dance.

Jamie gazes at the ocean from the balcony. She sees a shadow gradually approach from behind before hearing the sliding door open. "What are you doing standing out here?" "I hoped to see stars but saw the full moon on the ocean. No stars tonight." Drift's holoform stands next to Jamie. The height difference making him tower over her. Even with the sixteen-inch height difference, Drift still pictures dancing with Jamie. Not caring if dancing would be him holding her or even being on his knees to dance the traditional couple's dance. Even with this desire, he is worried about asking her. He's reminded about part of their complicated relationship. To Drift, Jamie being a cross-dimensional traveler is the least of the challenges. He and his friends can visit her dimension and stay for extended periods. They've learned how humans treat mental health. Which has made Jamie afraid to love Drift. She has shown she loves him, but he can tell she's cautious. Jamie has told him she's making it easier for him to move on because of her mental health and the chemical in her blood trying to kill her. To Jamie, this is protecting Drift from heartbreak, but Drift feels this shows how afraid to love Jamie is and how hurt she is. He still loves her. "Drift?" Jamie's blue eyes look at him, concerned. "I'm fine, just thinking. You know there's a Valentine's Day dance on Saturday?" Jamie nods, "we should go. Our friends will be there," Drift sees the uncertainty in Jamie's eyes. He crouches down to her level and takes her hands, "it'll be fun." Drift worries he's causing Jamie to think she has to go rather than being encouraging. He knows it's part of her mental health struggle. Jamie tells Drift she'll go to the dance. Drift wasn't expecting Jamie to mention the cologne he has only for special events. "I will do that," he smiles and kisses Jamie, "if you want me to wear it daily, I will." Jamie only smiles.

(To be continued)

[arinmoss]

also re: the last ask i got, i was honestly about to make a post before i got that message asking if the Harvey girlies will get mad at me if i drew him without his ugly ass mustache lmaoo

[picapicadegallo]

Practice with oil pastels! I used shades or red to fill in the shoadows.

I'd love critiques and suggestions!

[chernobylcatfish09]

SOMEONE SAID CHEVALS LOOK WHEN HE SAYS “i will never forget” IS A SHOADOW THE HEDGEHOG LOOK AND I AM GIGGLING

LAMELDORMFORFIVJFJ

[doors-worstenemy]

the shoadow of my arm moving made me so excited bcz i thought it was my cat

[pokeficdaily]

please i need the fic that "mewto shoadow ball" comes from...................

here you go, (just so you know it's episode 5 and i can't remember if ive watched the other episodes or not)

[queen-of-hell-lilith]

Hii!-Shadow

Hello! How's it going shoadow?

[ithisatanytime]

go back and read news articles from the late sixties about the cuban missile crisis thats all you need to do to know beyond a shoadow of a doubt that nuclear bombs are fake, they are science fiction, they are impossible. because the fear during the cuban missile crisis was fucking PALPABLE, the prospect of nuclear annihilation was ever present in the minds of the average american citizen at the time. learn about the cuban missile crisis, understand what about it made people so afraid, and compare it to our current circumstances with russia, we should be ten times as fearful right now as we were during the cuban missile crisis, if nukes are real this is the closest, literally right now, we have ever been to the annihilation of humanity but no one cares, and most tellingly the media wont commit to the same level of fear mongering even though if nukes were real they would have more justification than EVER before right now to employ that fear mongering, but they really havent, they are doing a bit of it, GO BACK and look at news articles from the cuban missile crisis. the media wont commit because americans wont buy it, right now the media is like a man whos cheated on his wife, and he already threw out an excuse that he was over at his friend brians house reading the bible, but its a BAD excuse because your wife knows brian is retarded and cannot read, but the excuse is out there, you know its bad, do you go back to the bible study excuse when its convenient during the argument? yes, but only a little bit, because the excuse bears no close examination. they are being that way about nukes, they will bring it up but not commit because the american people arent as naive as they were in the sixties.

[quatraine-in-c-major]

aince ove made a TF141 oc i shoxuk dotallg mdke a shoadow comspby oc

[nevebennett-viscom]

I was looking at how the shapes of letters can change based on light and a number of other factors, I was looking at the shoadows created and seeing how this edited the shapes of the letters.

[alannayakish]

my eyes wander as my breathing slows. my skin crawls and my shoadow grows. my self esteem meets my rage and my rage is cold like snow. my teeth grew sharp, my eyes turned yellow. my preistus is heaven, my son is the devil. the clock ticks like fire and the kindles burn. the life behind me is something that i was concerned. my chin trembles, there are tears in my eyes. my truth has become beautiful, my lies are the same, the only thing i care about is the things that ive tamed. i make sure i'm drinking my pain, i make sure that i only see beauty. the love in my heart has made me suicidal. the clouds get closer as the rain eases my thoughts. my tea has me broken, my thought is now faught. the truth is my life is, as well as i've know, is the only thing pretty, my only thing new. my eyes roll behind me. my eyes tell a tale. my heart looks mutant. my soul has a flare. my ideas are beautiful, my ideas are the same, my pain feels like pleasure, my hair is a mane. i try to promise myself that everything will be better. i risk my heart spewing, i miss my blood splatter. the only thing causing the days of my lives are the 9 people seeing. the truth of my lies. the truth was forever, the truth was the same, the truth echos names of new. my feelings are sane. i try to continue to make myself pleasure. the time of dogs howling at the moon, my taste is a platter. try to reconize the pain of the time. the time of new scrutany, the time of the wires. we picture our health exceedingly better, we picture our fires, we picture our hello today, we wish for our flys. to collect the pictures weve taken in our minds of forever, and behind me is my past, my future is fire. the end is near for many here. my here is my mind. my truth is a gliding ghost. my lives are desire. i try to figure out myself, others and new, people who care about me are the people i know. seduce my brain thoughtfully, seduce my tired ripped, i only like the things i do, and not the people i miss. tell me a new story, tell me your head, tell me how to make you proud. tell me how the bad will end. the truth is the only thing that you should bother to say. regret my eyes and recollection. the peace of my pain.

[marsrovar]

shoadow wizard money gang

quirked up wight boy with a little bit of magic busts it down spectral style - is he ghosted with the soul?

[foreveryoung-seoul]

Shadows.

[saytr]

BONUS FROM THIS POST

[iheardarumorthings]

Mr. Sandman

just something i thought up and put together while i was in english :)

warnings: mention of torcher, sad kaz, angst

~~~

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

 Last time he saw you was in the freezing rain in one of the ports of Ketterdam. He couldn’t help you. He was paralyzed. The large droplets poured down his back, not allowing one inch of him to remain untouched by the water’s icy fingers.

 And, Saints, he wanted to save you. He wanted to help you and your limp body; the one that was unconscious, being taken. 

 He screamed.

 Make her the cutest that I've ever seen

 He never wanted to see you like that again: nose red, your skin pale and lifeless, being dragged away without your knowledge.

 He wanted to see you like how he remembered you were: smiling, colorful, goofy, lovely. Not that you weren’t lovely then. You were just… alive.

 Give her two lips like roses and clover

Then tell her that her lonely nights are over

 He wondered how you were faring. 

 Had you given up on him? Were you wishing him sweet dreams as well?

 The dreams about you were the only things keeping him afloat.  The ones where you were scampering around, pushing Jesper, teasing Nina.

 Loving him.

 He wanted you back at the Slat. Immediately. He wanted you back there so he could tell you that you’d never have to be alone like that again, be hurt like that again.

 He wanted to tell you that you were safe from harm, loved.

 Sandman, I'm so alone

Don't have nobody to call my own

 You weren’t there. You weren’t there anymore. 

 You were probably left to rot in some dungeon, or being tortured for information this second. You were probably shedding tears that should’ve never been shed in the first place. You were probably dreaming of home, hot chocolate and warm things.

 How he wished he could fulfill them.

 So please turn on your magic beam

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

 Saints, bring her back, please. Anything. I promise you anything.

 And if you can’t… make sure she knows I love her.

[therooftopsofketterdam]

The briefest flex of slender fingers, smallest inhale and hitch of breath. Her eyes drifted from their carefully intertwining hands towards his face to make sure he was alright with this, with holding hands like this. A quiet closeness seemed to grow between them, the world shrunk until it was only Inej and Kaz and the connected space between them. It was hard to allow this vulnerability. A voice inside still whispered that he would pull away, that Kaz was never the one to make sweet promises, that he was guarded, ruthless, because that's what you had to be to survive in the Barrel.

She breathed, hesitantly, ready to pull her hand back at any time as old fears seemed to bubble back up. The river flows and takes the heartbeats with it. Her father's voice as he reminded her of a lesson long forgotten. Kaz might not bring her wild geraniums, but he gave her a weapon when she needed it. The knife she always kept close to her heart.

Inej felt him focus on each breath. She would never be the only one hunted by ghosts. Her hand opened ever so slightly, changing the angle to let his thumb rest against her wrist and feel the warmth there, the steady, calm heartbeat that carried her forward every beat. She needed him to know that she would never be the reason he returned to the icy darkness of reapers barge. That he could trust her to pull him out when he started to drown.

Maybe they got it all wrong. Their fears always seemed to loom ready to swallow them, but maybe now, she and Kaz could brave the current together with time and patience and words that they'd never dared to share before. Her shame ran deep though and Inej suspected his to run just as deep. One day, she promised herself in silence, one day, she would lay it all out in the open, tell him about what happened to her and then they could figure out how to justly punish Heleen. The Wraith and Dirtyhands would see the hard work done but Kaz and Inej would remain.

Thoughts of Shadows left her craving the light. They'd lost so much time, necessary, yes, but now it felt waisted. She wanted to hear his stories, know what happened to him, to the Barrel, to the Slat and the Dregs. The scheme's he ran, the wagers he manipulated, she'd be glad enough if he told her about the changes to the Crow Club or about building the Silver Six.

His words made something stir inside her.

Old anxieties rising back to the surface. What would he need to tell her? Her armour left in the bathroom, the knifes all neatly laid out on top of her tunic. Was this the moment he told her that this was wrong? That she had no place with him? That he didn't need a shoadow. Small pressure against her hand settled her anxious heart, however.

They lay side by side. Stripped of their armour, after a day filled with emotions non of them really could put into words, riddled with doubts and warmed by promises. Kaz talked and Inej listened.

When he was done, silence stretched between them.

Love. The word seemed so simple to describe something so momentous. His words made her heart flutter and it was the church all over again. Warmth and Joy and her lips stretching into a smile. It was smaller this time. Tainted with something she couldn't place.

Inej remembered the way Heleen would look at her. Tell her to shut up as a nameless person stole a kiss that sent dread down her back, kept taking until there was nothing left that felt worthy of love.

"Love is terrifying." She answered when she finally found her voice again. He'd carried these words with him since the ice court. It seemed like a world away. She remembered the relief when they broke through the frozen walls, shouting and waving. "I still remember the way you smiled. When we managed to steal the tank and escaped... It was my favorite memory for so long, when I left I kept that close." She confessed, her voice still barely audible, yet her thumb brushed gently over the back of his hand.

"The night you dealt with Haskell. I watched you from the shadows, of course you knew that I was there. I was ready to paint the Barrel red with their blood if they'd killed you or hurt you. I was ready to let them know what being a Wraith really meant. But you saw me, Kaz, you've always managed to see me when no one else did. You kept me from becoming wholelly invisible in a world that will never be kind to people like us. Even now, you keep seeing me. And I don't know if I will ever feel worthy of that kind of love, not after..." She stopped mid scentence. "Nod after everything, but I promise to try."

Inej rolled to her side again, pulling his hand just a little closer so it rested against her chest over her shirt. "Don't stop seeing me, Kaz. Pyiar Shayari." The Suli language had many words for love. For friendship and romantic and familial. Inej chose non of those. She used words from an old story. To be lost amongst the stars and find ones way back to the person you could call a haven. Someone who would find you no matter where you went. Pyiar Shayari meant Kaz Brekker for her.

  No one has called me beautiful since … Kaz couldn’t fathom the truth of her statement, but he supposed the respect and sometimes fear that she instilled in others would make it difficult for anyone to make such observations to her out loud. He caught the slight flush of her dark skin, realizing that he’d made her blush and Kaz had the urge to let his fingers drift over its path along her cheeks, but he held himself back. Old habits die hard indeed. He’d never seen her blush before, but he found himself thinking about how lovely it looked on her.

   The way she reached out towards him was slow enough, so that he barely tensed at all — his eyes briefly fluttered as she delicately brushed a loose strand of hair from his forehead. Something warm and tight twinged painfully, sweetly, in his chest; he wasn’t used to such tender gestures and he had to fight back the fear that surged through him, tangling with the desire, the affection, always an undercurrent he had to fend off. It was relentless and he desperately hoped it would get easier with time.

   The concept of Inej returning the compliment hadn’t even crossed Kaz’s mind as a possibility and it took him by surprise. He’d grown accustomed to shutting down any attempts at compliments, flirtations, meeting it with a harsh glare — but, of course, Inej was the exception. She’d always been, if he were being honest … he’d always teased her, fought against his harsh features gaining a hint of something softer for her to no avail. He kept quiet, listened, unable to hide the way his surprise continued to expand, brows lifting, eyes widening, thin lips parting slightly. Her long dark hair tumbled over her shoulder and Kaz once again thought of combing his fingers through it — but then she turned to lay on her back and his eyes drifted down between them as if she’d released a hold on him. He closed his eyes briefly, let out a quiet, shaking breath.

   Kaz turned his gaze to the ceiling as well, but he extended his hand slowly, seeking out Inej’s that she’d settled between them. His still trembled slightly, but he carefully took her hand in his, allowed their fingers to entwine — a shudder coursed through him as his bare skin came in contact with hers, but … he focused on the warmth of her palm against his, the faint sound of her breathing. He counted each breath she took in his head … inhale … exhale ... Inej was alive and breathing next to him, she was not a corpse and he was not trapped on Reaper’s Barge.

   The water lapped faintly at his back, but he was managing to hold it at bay. Her request left his mind reeling, searching for what to tell her — he would do as she asked, but first … first, Kaz had other things to tell her. Things he’d always wanted to, but never had the courage. If he didn’t do it now, he didn’t know when he’d be able to again. He cleared his throat softly. ❝I will,❞ Kaz rasped quietly between them, giving her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze — a promise. ❝There are … other things I want to tell you first.❞

   He tilted his head to glance sidelong at her, taking in her profile for a long moment. ❝At the Ice Court, I nearly drowned — along with Nina and Helvar — and it began to feel like I wasn’t going to make it out alive. I wasn’t thinking about revenge, or about the money, the Crow Club, Pekka Rollins … my last thoughts were of you, Inej. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to make it out, just to tell you … you are beautiful, yes, but you’re also the bravest person I’ve ever met.❞

   ❝Brave, not only because of what you’ve been through, but because you managed to keep your faith, your compassion, despite the fact that you had every reason to abandon it all, despite the things you were forced to do, just to survive. You’re more brave then I’ve ever been — and you’re better than anything I could possibly deserve, but,❞ a long, steadying sigh escaped him. ❝I’ll spend the rest of my days trying to be.❞

   Kaz watched her, hesitated for a brief moment, gathering every ounce of courage he had — there would be no going back if he said these words out loud and he knew that, but … in truth, there never was any chance of going back regardless. Inej deserved to know and … while he knew, deep into his bones, that she felt the same way, the lingering fear of rejection mingled with the constant undercurrent of fear remained ever present.

   If she left him again without much of a word, left for years on end after this, he didn’t know if he could survive it after having taken off every piece of his armor for her. That was the trick of trusting, though, wasn’t it?  By removing his armor, he left himself vulnerable; Inej could theoretically drive a blade straight through his heart and leave him for dead.

 But he trusted her not to.

   ❝It feels like I’ve always loved you. I can barely remember what it was like before loving you. It’s been painful and terrifying, Inej, but … I’d do it all over again.❞ Kaz admitted, soft and fragile between them as terror surged through him.