#singular leader... and he's so proud of himself for it ...

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

I might scream I'm so. It says To Be Comtinued to I'm entirely prepared for this to take a stupid spin or for it to be something along the lines "it was just a scary dream and none of that really happened!!" But for the moment before it gets continued I just want to bask in hoping that he got everything that he wanted

I mightve gotten completely distracted and found more stuff and none of it is reading the. Book.

[theonottsbxtch]

HEYYY SO HAPPY YOU HIT 1.5K

sososos proud of you!!

can I order one 🥐 croissant with either mafia max or mafia Oscar where it’s a marriage of convenience and the reader gets kidnapped and prior to her being taken away they argued and it hits harder for max or osc just super angsty I know you’ll do amazing

🤠anon

omg!! bro JUST IMAGINE MAD MAX RAHHHHH

the silence of the monaco penthouse was louder than any argument they’d ever had. she had slept in the spare room last night, the cool detachment between them a sharp contrast to their usual fiery exchanges. his words still rang in her ears: “you always think you know better. just stay out of it next time.” he hadn’t meant it—not really. she had snapped back, accusing him of arrogance, and stormed off before either of them could apologise.

now, max was pacing the vast, empty living room with a glass of whiskey in hand, he felt the gnaw of regret. she always managed to make him feel something—whether it was fury, exasperation, or the quiet pull of emotions he had never intended to feel. but today was different. the eerie calm in the air made his skin itch.

she was late.

the call came just as lando burst into the room, face ashen. "she’s gone."

the whiskey glass shattered on the floor.

“what the fuck do you mean, gone?” max’s voice was a low growl, the kind that sent men running.

lando hesitated. "there was... an ambush. two cars intercepted her. we’ve tracked them to the outskirts of nice, but they’re gone now. it’s—they’ve taken her."

his world narrowed to a singular point of rage. he didn’t ask who “they” were. he didn’t care. whoever had dared to touch her would regret it for the rest of their brief, miserable lives.

he tore through monaco like a storm, leaving destruction in his wake. contacts who dared stall for information found their livelihoods—and sometimes their lives—torn apart. the once-calm leader was now a man unhinged, driven by a need he couldn’t even name. when he was young he’d been known as max, and now he felt that same young man leading.

“where is she?” he demanded, pinning george against the wall of a seedy nightclub hours later. blood dripped from the man’s nose, his breath wheezing as he stammered, “th-they wanted leverage! to make you back down from the port deal—”

“wrong move.” his voice was a death sentence.

george’s screams echoed in the alley, but he didn’t flinch. all he could see was her face—the way she’d glare at him, lips parted as she spat out a retort. the way she’d softened lately, brushing his hand absentmindedly as they passed each other. the way she’d kissed him once, unguarded, like she wasn’t supposed to but couldn’t stop herself.

his chest ached, a sensation he wasn’t accustomed to. it wasn’t just fury driving him—it was fear. a raw, unrelenting terror that something might happen to her before he could say what he should have said last night: “i don’t hate you. i never have.”

hours later, he finally found the hideout.

the air inside was damp, the walls crumbling. he moved silently, his gun drawn, his jaw clenched. when he saw her, tied to a chair in the center of the room, blood marring her temple, something inside him snapped.

the ferrari guards barely had time to react before he gunned them down.

when it was over, she looked up, dazed, as he knelt before her.

“you’re okay,” he murmured, his hands trembling as they cupped her face. “you’re okay.” but he was comforting himself more than her.

her voice was hoarse. “took you long enough.”

despite everything, she managed a weak smirk. he huffed out a breathless laugh, his forehead pressing against hers. “don’t ever do that to me again.”

“pretty sure it wasn’t my choice.”

he untied her carefully, as though she might shatter. when she finally leaned into him, letting herself collapse into his arms, he held her like a lifeline.

later, as they sat in the car, her head resting on his shoulder, she murmured, “you know, i wasn’t really mad at you last night.”

max tightened his arm around her. “neither was i.”

silence stretched between them, not uncomfortable this time, but loaded with something new.

“i thought i lost you,” he admitted softly.

she tilted her head to look up at him, her fingers curling into his jacket. “you won’t.”

and though neither of them said it, they both knew they’d crossed a line they could never go back from.

he didn’t mind.

i would commit CRIMES for mafia!max

[the-twst-cast-needs-therapy]

Oooh Twst OC time.

I had this RSA guy cooking in my mind for a week or two. So here's my take on a TWST Arielle.

Name: Anderson Riverbay

Age: 17

Height: 174cm (on land), 189cm (in the ocean)

Homeland: The coral sea (obviously)

Species: Merman (again: of course!)

Hobbies: Surfing, Rollerskating

Best subject: foreign Languages

Pet peeves: littering

Talent: Singing

Trivia:

-Anderson is a merman who had the desire to start a life above ground after seeing people do various activities by the beach (Volley ball, surfing etc.)

-Just like Azul, he is a dorm leader, since he embodies the sea princesses passion (and yearning)

-He is incredibly confident in himself and dives headfirst into learning something new without any hindrance.

-He is Azuls old classmate. He was well beloved and did not notice how Azul was excluded. He always viewed Azul as very timid and figured that's why he was so distant. Sometimes he would ask Azul questions regarding his species (since this was the first time Anderson ever came in contact with an octopus merman), which Azul did not take kindly to.

-He heard about how successful Azul has become and is very proud that he came out of his shell.

-After managing to get a hang of walking land, he started multiple hobbies mostly revolving around leg coordination. Surfing is his absolute favourite. (Other hobbies to list: Roller skating, Inliner skating, Skateboarding etc.)

-After mastering his footwork he started a boot camp for Mermen on land. This is where he met Azul again. IMPORTANT EDIT: so I finally proceeded with the main story and to make a long story short, this doesn't work, so I hereby present my new approach: He is NOT the founder of the Boot camp (since it literally operated for ages), instead it was founded by one of his late relatives and he is one of the many many volunteers.

-Azul keeps trying to screw him over by selling 'junk', but Anderson somehow always ends up turning it into a profit.

-He is very kind and well beloved, but he tends to be ignorant of conflicts. He acts mostly out of self interest and doesn't stay on a singular path. Instead he goes whichever way he currently desires. He is free spirited and curious.

-He collects junk and sea shells in the ocean and by the beach. He has a collection of his most interesting finds on his bookshelf. He also turns some of the stuff he finds into jewelry and sells them. The money he gets is used to fund his MANY hobbies or goes towards beach cleanups.

-RSA does not have the equivalent of a Mostro lounge, but they do have a 20s themed restaurant called 'T&N's diner'. It employs a lot of students and has a beach bar themed section ('the fish fin'), which is responsible for all sorts of fun (non alcoholic) drinks. Anderson is in charge of it together with his dorm mates and they serve beverages on roller skates. In the evenings he sings in the main restaurant to entertain the guests.

-since being human is not his natural form, he sometimes has trouble to speak (especially since he uses his voice a lot more than other mermen on land) and uses sign language to communicate. He also does this as a measure of protection; he will refrain from speaking throughout the day to be able to perform at night.

-Sometimes, Azul eats sushi Infront of him, which makes him a little uncomfortable. He does not realise that Azul does this out of spite.

Anyways, doodle page!!!

And here are my first concept sketches of the guy:

[trashytoastboi]

Day of Dominance - Diavolo

~NSFW Alphabet~

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Warning: NSFW content ahead (Whole bunch of this and that)

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?) 

👑 Diavolo gets a little too enthusiastic and when you’re grumbling a bit about the ache in your back and hips, the fact that you can’t walk and you’re covered in hickies, he’s apologizing about getting too into it. He’s also the first to be massaging all your aches and pains away, he’ll soothe any of the marks he left and make sure you’re all comfy, cleaned up and had some water or whatever other drink you like. He nuzzles you a lot and likes a little conversation. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners.) 

👑 Every part of you - He practically worships you every time you’re intimate, he’ll touch, kiss and caress every inch of you. Carefully watching your every reaction to his touch, Diavolo truly loves every part of you and doesn’t have a singular favourite. He gave you permission to gladly call him greedy for choosing ALL of you as his favourite. (Okay but you notice that he loves grabbing your thighs a lot, coincidence?) 

👑 On himself - His wings, mouth, and he’s pretty proud of his physique. He likes how much you like his wings, he notices how your hands always drift there, how you carefully caress his wings with your fingers and admire them. It makes Diavolo happy. His mouth because he really likes kissing you- all of you.  

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically) 

👑 Diavolo has a preference for cumming inside- he unlocked a breeding kink the first time he came inside you. Now it’s his favourite place and 9/10 times he’ll choose to finish inside of you. Only time he won’t cum inside you, is if he’s choosing to cum in your mouth instead. As for the amount, it's near stupid amounts and there is a lot. Seriously makes you feel ridiculously full. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)

👑  Adores having you under his desk during meetings while he struggles to keep his voice steady and his face straight. Trying to pay attention to the words of the others in the room while not trying to focus on those subtle slurping sounds. While you suck him off, Barbatos keeps his composure impeccable while knowing what's going on. Diavolo knows Barbatos knows... maybe that makes it even hotter for him. The rest of the people in the room are none the wiser to Diavolo having his adorable partner nestled between his thighs and trying to silently choke on his cock. Sometimes Diavolo is cheeky and will intentionally lean forward on his desk, it looks natural enough on the surface, under the table he just tried to signal for them to take more. 

E = Experienced (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

👑  He’s had a few fruitless trysts. Nothing to write home about but enough to make Barbatos shake his head, Diavolo admittedly did it in rebellion and silent protest towards his station but the reality of being that kind of leader didn’t sit well with him and his protest died as easily as it began. So while he does have experience he doesn’t exactly enjoy how he got it, besides those experiences all lacked intimacy and actual feelings for the other. It’s completely different from what Diavolo has experienced with you. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

👑 Any position Diavolo feels he could breed you in. Something that lets him get close and deep. - Mainly mating press but he’s willing to experiment and find some new favourites so long as you let him. 

👑 Doggy - He loves pinning you underneath his body, making sure you can’t run away from him, he’s sweet about it even when you’re all fucked out and complaining about him being too big he’ll sweetly ask you to behave and take it, because he knows you can. 

👑 Table top - Well you just so happen to sit with him in his office quite often…and he just so happens to be in dire need of some stress relief, if you, his wonderful partner would be so kind as to lend him a helping hand. If you do agree, he’d have you on his desk so fast, clothes torn and he’s already setting to working on you.   

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc)

👑 Diavolo is serious- he’s not cracking a lot of jokes and he’s more focused on just feeling good together. He’ll make occasional light hearted comments that keep the mood light but sometimes Diavolo just wants to throw himself into pleasuring you and will become entirely fixated on that like nothing else matters to him, and honestly in that moment nothing else matters. On rare occasion you notice an entirely different side of Diavolo one that’s possessive and domineering. 

H =  Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc) 

👑 He’s kept it natural because it’s his personal preference but he has offered to trim or otherwise if you were more comfortable with it. The shade is slightly darker than his hair color and still a pretty shade of red. He has come to you before to ask if he should trim it- best believe he didn’t mean just a regular ol trim he found the cuts that has it shaped into stars and stuff and he asked which you would prefer, you chose the heart. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect) 

👑 50/50 - Diavolo can be intimate, he has been intimate with you and you know he loves you. Sometimes though…you can only describe him as feral and he’s dead set on fucking you stupid and it’s rough, hard and heavy- its strange that you say it’s still romantic, seeing him so desperate for you and even when he’s manhandling you he’s never actually hurt you. A bruise or two though you didn’t mind at the moment because it wasn’t intentional and Diavolo would pamper you afterwards to make up for it. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

👑 It's an effort for him honestly, and he's ashamed to admit that he’s been caught by Barbatos on more than one occasion. It was awkward, thankfully Barbatos just left and acted like he saw nothing. They never spoke about the incident again. Diavolo does do it on occasion when he has the time and energy for it, honestly though, he’d rather just be with you instead of doing it himself. 

K = Kink (One or more of the kinks)

👑 Breeding - Diavolo explains it as one of his more primal urges, he just feels the overwhelming urge to breed you every single time he’s with you. He found it odd since he never had the desire with any of his previous partners, it was just something about you. 

👑 Overstimulation - He’s so fascinated by human bodies, or so he claims every time he makes you cum. He wants to see how many times you finish before you’re sobbing saying that you can’t handle anymore. He’s also always trying new ways, his fingers, his tongue- he wants to see if there’s any difference if you cum from something different. 

👑 Collaring - You didn’t expect this one, but Diavolo is possessive whenever you’re together. He marks you with his bites, always pulls you back to him if you try to move away and he likes having physical reminders on your body. He doesn’t hold a pact with you so he wants to see something of his on you. It came in the form of a collar he had made in gold, it was intricate and suited your tastes very well. Diavolo truly loves if you wear it for him. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

👑 His room - The safest bet and least chance of being disturbed by anyone, unless Barbatos comes knocking for something. Diavolo does make it known that he’s with you. He gives the butler a rather polite heads up that he’ll be in your company and it would be best if he didn’t disturb.

👑 His office - Since you sit with him so often to give him a little boost for working, sometimes the greatest motivator is promising a little something if he gets his work done before a certain time. 

👑 His throne room - Barbatos keeps chasing you two away telling you the cleaning is annoying and the future demon king shouldn’t be using his throne for such things. Diavolo still manages to convince you time and time again. 

👑 Anywhere where there are no prying eyes in the moment, not to the point of public places but he’s had you in quite a few places of the palace, including the garden.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

👑 Your touch, the more intimate touch that you save for when you are in private. You know Diavolo is reserved about being overly affectionate and so there’s some things you can only do when it’s just the two of you. It’s simple things but he finds it so endearing, when you reach up to fix his hair, or rest your hands on his chest when you kiss him. Cradling his face when you smile up at him telling him it’s alright. It’s the intimate affections that make him crave more from you. 

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

👑 Anything that makes you uncomfortable or hesitant. Diavolo is always observant of you and he does test your limits, the entire time he’s gauging your reaction to make sure you’re comfortable and fine with what he’s doing. If he senses the smallest trepidation he’s stopping. He doesn’t push your boundaries without your permission, and even then he’s so attentive to make sure you’re comfortable with whatever he’s doing. If you give him the go ahead, telling him it’s fine he’s careful about what he’s doing and checking in on you a lot. You reassure him that if it gets too much you’d use your safe word. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

👑 Enjoys giving and receiving. He’s amazing at it though - you tell him it should be illegal because he does some pretty insane things with his mouth. He loves when you give him compliments for how good it feels. Plus having your hands tugging on his hair while he’s busy only drives him to do it even more. He’ll chuckle when he feels your hands tugging on his hair or even perching on his horns if he’s in demon form. 

👑 He likes how it feels when you’re going through the motions with your mouth. He’s too big for your mouth, he knows it, you know it. Diavolo loves watching you rising to the challenge to try a little more each time even when you’re at your utmost limit and he’s sweetly guiding you, encouraging you to slow down and take what is comfortable. He pets your head to encourage you and praise you, he’s vocal about how good it feels. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc) 

👑 For the most part Diavolo is on the faster and rougher side, he’ll slow down to tease you or allow you a break of sorts. You drive him wild- he means that literally. Something about you just makes him so undeniably ravenous for you and he can’t help but get greedy about it. He’ll grab you, pull you, pin you down and manhandle you in whichever way he wants while claiming your body over and over again. He starts slow for your sake just to get you accustomed before he’s allowing himself to get rougher and harder with you.

Q = Quickie (They opinions on quickies, how often etc)

👑 Diavolo is usually the one begging you for quickies, he’s not shy about asking. He’ll pout and plead, grinding against you so you can feel how hard he is for you and how he’s aching for your attention. He acts like a pleading puppy when trying to get his way and he gets really happy when you agree, it’s so unfair because it makes it hard to deny him. He makes sure you don’t regret saying yes though and he can get a little over excited, it took a while to teach Diavolo to stop completely tearing your clothes every time he wanted a quickie. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc)

👑 He’s curious about everything that catches his attention and he’s constantly asking you to try new things. New toys, new kinks, something. Diavolo does come with the occasional odd request that requires some conversation. He’s eager to explore and try new things and you encourage that too since it keeps things interesting. Plus Diavolo isn’t a fool about the things he wants to try. He'll seriously discuss things with you and find out your thoughts and feelings on the matter. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

👑 He’s a monster…well a demon actually- He lasts way too long, individual rounds and you’re looking at a 1-2 hour session per round and he always wants multiple rounds. You have no other word to describe him other than insatiable. It may have been a little easier if he wasn’t so obsessed with turning you into an utterly overstimulated mess. When you’re so completely ruined, fucked dumb and a babbling mess- he’ll tell you how good you look for him. Because that's how he loves seeing you. 

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themselves?)

👑 He didn’t own any originally, as of late he has quite the extensive collection. Honestly he prefers not using toys when you’re together but he enjoys watching you use them on yourself, he gets that they can make the experience better. Diavolo doesn’t see the need for it because he knows he makes you feel every kind of way without needing the toys. As to why he bought you so many and won’t use any when he’s actually with you is a mystery. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)

👑 He’s got his sights set for the end goal more often than not and he only likes teasing for the build up. Unless you were being a total brat and suddenly his free orgasm donor nature because into serial edger and that will last for days- so it’s best just to behave and accept what little teasing he does give you because if you complain about not being teased enough then Diavolo will make you regret it by giving you exactly what you want and an abundance of it. 

V = Volume (How loud they are? What sounds they make? Etc)

👑 Growls, grunts, moans, groans, talks - Diavolo has an extensive range (which honestly you love hearing because he’s got such a nice voice) He does get a bit carried away and loud- he’s not subtle about it or trying to hide or suppress his voice. He loves talking to you while your brain is all fried with all the pleasure listening to your cute little sounds when you reply. He has those low chesty growls whenever he’s getting really into it, whenever he’s getting closer they’ll turn into low moans and groans. 

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character?)

👑 He knows Barbatos has caught the two of you so many times and he’s noticed him. But Diavolo didn’t tell you because he didn’t want to kill the mood by revealing the fact that you got caught. It’s so commonplace now that Barbatos doesn’t even get surprised if he walks in on something. Sometimes Diavolo forgets to give him the memo that you’re coming over to visit. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes?)

👑 Human form: Big, thick and very veiny. He’s thick from tip to base and takes quite a bit of patience, lube and prep to actually take Diavolo. He was worried if you’d be able to handle him. This is Diavolo knowing that humans are a lot more fragile and he knows that he’s big, bigger than you that’s for sure so he needed to make sure you could handle it. 

👑 Demon form: He didn’t understand the reference when you compared his cock to a dragon dildo. I mean you didn’t really have another way to describe it. The shape, colour, it’s all very similar after all. In addition to the new textures, ridges, and veins - his size gets a bit of an upgrade. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

👑 Moderate sex drive - He yearns for you not only in a sexual way though. Sometimes he just wants to spend time with you and while that may lead to some sexy time he’s not opposed. It’s not the only thing on his mind, and it’s not an overstatement to say that he genuinely gets so busy that he can easily forget his urges if there’s too much work to do. 

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

👑 He’s got a lot of energy in him and doesn’t get all too sleepy afterwards unless he rests and gives the exhaustion time to catch up with him. He gets sleepy then, and honestly he has the best sleep after sex. Maybe it’s the workout, the endorphins or just being close to you but it makes him forget about everything else for a little bit.  

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[dreamweave01]

Hi dream, i have a question about you Swap au tmnt2012

Do the turtles still have their classic weapons or are they swapped? And if they do keep them, do they have any new meaning?

Hi!

So the turtles don't swap weapons in this au actually! It was mostly as a visual cue to show that "hey, these are still the same turtle boys we all know and love, just in a different world and different circumstances."

When it comes to the meaning of each weapon, I had to dive a bit deeper into the world of martial arts. . . and into swap Splinter's teaching methods and intentions with each of the boys.

The katana symbolizes strength, honor and discipline. It's a dangerous weapon that can easily take the lives of its enemies. In the classic, I think that it was meant as a lesson for Leonardo to consider his role as leader. He has to take things seriously, because for him, carelessness in battle, (whether in his orders or in his attacks,) can easily cause death.

Swap Leo is the most ruthless of the turtles; he wouldn't hesitate to kill, though he doesn't like to. Deep down, he wants to honor the Hamato (which he hates about himself.) Splinter's still his dad. Kids want to make their parents proud, and Splinter is all too aware of this fact. By giving Leo the katana, it only wraps him further around Splinter's finger. He's a hot head who defies orders, sometimes on purpose, sometimes on accident, and the honor of the Hamato on Leonardo's shoulders is a weight that helps trap him under Splinter's control.

A japanese bō is often symbolic of adaptability and resourcefulness. In the original, Donatello tends to stick to one way without allowing other ideas and plans even be a second thought. The simplicity of the bō forces him to think outside of the box. Science may be immovable to him, but there's no one singular answer in a fight.

I like to think this was also part of the reason why swap Donnie was given this weapon. Splinter taught the turtles that a fight ends with one victor, and the other dead. At first glance, the bō might be seen as a joke. Enemies would be quick to underestimate Don, and he can use that to his advantage. He was trained to use the element of surprise to his advantage, and the bō he uses, with a hidden blade at its tip, is full of surprises, if he uses it creatively.

Nunchucks are infamous for their complexity, and wielding them is a sign of agility and precision. I'd think that this was given to Michelangelo to help center his mind and to teach him focus, as the classic is a pretty scatterbrained sweetheart. Nunchucks force him not to take combat lightly, and to strike intentionally.

Now swap Mikey is a mad genius, and can easily get lost in his own world of scientific fantasy, sometimes even in the middle of battle. In a life and death case scenario, that can be suicidal. Nunchucks force Michelangelo to stay grounded in the moment, to think about each of his attacks. Of course, the side effect was that it focused his cold-blooded ingenuity into his strikes, since he can't use it to think up of new inventions.

Sais are a weapon that can be used in both defense and offense, and are traitionally used in peace-keeping. In the original, I would think it was more meant for defense, a means to help Raphael learn to control his anger, to learn how to keep the right mindset while in the midst of a fight.

For swap Raph? Offense was Splinter's intention. Raphael is the strongest, the best fighter, the most skilled. Or he should be, if his heart didn't keep getting in the way. He couldn't hurt someone if he was held at gun point. It's not who he is. And it infuriates Splinter. So much potential, completely waisted. Sais are a close range weapon, so if Raphael is going to dish out the final blow, he has to make it personal. The weapon is Splinter trying to turn his son into the killer he wants him to be, the killer that Raph is just too scared to become.

[what-if-i-like-my-mechs-older]

Pt52

( I had a bad day and decided to very much indulge.

Just because he calls Optimus a good boy, doesn't mean it's an age thing it's a praise thing.

Oh and in part 11 I already told you I have a daddy kink, so why are you even surprised.)

Orion was currently sitting in the bathroom on the Ark, they had privacy stools and right now he was smoking an E cig, while lazily rubbing at his node, with one foot resting on the wall. Primus , just being around all these mechs made him feel aggressive.

He either wanted to kick the shit out of them or fuck them, maybe both. It certainly was weird seeing his equipment now in shades of purple and silver and a node and spike head to match the colours of his toxic green windows.

Letting his head flop back he stared at the ceiling, he missed Soundwave, he missed Megatron, right now he'd love to have one of them come in here and ram their spike inside his aching valve.

Taking another drag he let the smoke leave the vents in his nose and sighed, ear finials twitching as he heard the door slide back with a woosh and heavy footsteps entering the room.

"Are you in here Optronix?"

A name Orion had given him self while he was under the influence of the singularity, also it is actually what he was called in the shattered glass continuity.

Optronix bit his bottom lip, fingers moving a little faster now, mmm who could resist that gorgeous voice of the Prime.

"Mmm I'm in here, had to find some peace from all you stunted fucks."

Primes ear spires flicked, he should give him a warning, a reminder that he was only allowed to stay and 'play' with his soldiers because he allowed it....but that wasn't entirely true, he allowed him certain transgressions because he liked it.

Optronix didn't bend over backwards to please him, and he knew he could be pleasured by him.

"Optimus, you gonna stand outside my stall like a pervert, I can straight up see your pretty blues peeking through the crack as I finger myself."

Leaning forward, Optronix pulled the door open, he had no intention of locking it.

The Autobot leader swallowed thickly, entering he closed and locked it behind, his fans kicking on at the sight before him.

His counter part had one foot against the wall and fingers deep between his thighs.

And arm on the wall as he took another drag on the Energon Cigarette.

"Where'd you get that?"

"I ate the Police Bot until he couldn't feel his node anymore, he's pretty tasty, might go back for more later."

Prime sucked in his lips, biting at them behind the mask as he listened to that seductive voice and the way he was being looked at...hands behind his back as he leaned on the door.

"I see."

Optimus answered, engine rumbling.

Optronix, licked over his fangs and stopped playing with himself.

"You want a taste?"

Getting to his feet, the younger mech knocked on his mask after Optimus had slowly nodded.

"Open up big boy."

The difference between him and his alternative self was, he had scars, while his younger counter part was still fresh faced. Prime couldn't help but feel slightly nervous about his own appearance when this form of himself stood vain and proud like a peacock...is this really what he would be like if the singularity had gotten him?

Optronix smiled when he saw the scars and the dentas exposed on the right side.

"Mmm, handsome, you didn't tell me you looked this good."

Optimus gave him a tired expression

"You don't have to cater to my pride, you openly told Brawn earlier the Desert was wetter than you'd ever be for him."

"Brawn looks like a fucking thumbtack, a child's cheap play toy that their parent got from the bargain bin when they couldn't afford you...considering how blunt I am, why would I bother lying to you."

Optronix returned, scoffing at Optimus's accusation that he was pretending, holding Optimus's face with that hand that had been busy on himself he pushed in the two fingers still glistening with valve fluids over his tongue.

"So Prime, how do I taste."

Optimus's fans whirred faster , he'd expected a taste of the E cig not , mmmm not...oh he did taste good.

He found himself slowly sucking on Optronix's fingers, optics closing as he savoured the sweet taste that lingered on his digits.

"That's it, good boy."

Optronix crooned, biting his bottom lip as Prime nipped at his fingers and he saw not the eyes of a God, but the eyes of a mech who'd been starved of the touch he'd been deprived of.

The center light panel hissed as it clicked and slid back, revealing Optimus's half mast spike, before Optronix could even get a look, his wrist was pulled at, the grip firm as he was made to walk back, nearly tripping on the waste disposal unit until he was back against the wall.

Lips parted, his intakes stalled momentarily as his optics lit up brighter than before as he heard the deep growl of the Autobot leader who was inches from his face.

"Touch it, I want you to touch me, none of this teasing, use those pretty hands of yours and make me cum."

Oh Primus christ and whatever else the humans used, his spark skipped a beat, he almost felt embarrassed as the obvious sound of fluid leaking from his valve splashed and dripped on the metal surface under him.

Almost.

"Well now, there's the mech behind the God, if you want me to touch it then, you put my hand on it...show me how you like it Optimus."

He made a sound of surprise as his wrist was grabbed, the grip becoming firmer.

"Gladly, now be a good boy and touch me."

Optronix blushed, mouth open, that damn voice, features that showed his age and experience...his spark throbbed again , was it because them coming together was a paradox , illogical...he didn't care.

His fingertips brushed over Optimus's spike, biting at his bottom lip and curling his fingers around its girth.

Only to see the devious grin on Primes face as the blue panel lower down retracted as he purred.

"Both of them."

For all his preening , Optronix's knees nearly buckled, two beautiful gorgeous spikes, salivating at the sight, he could definitely fit both in his mouth, but calculating the distance between them, they were made so Prime could frag two Cybertronians or a Cybertronian in their aft and valve.

His entire body screamed.

I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE.

"Don't tell me the sight of them put you off, you seemed so cocky just a moment ago."

"Daddy...I mean daddy....I mean....hmmmmmmmhhhh"

His engine revved hard as he tried to focus, so Prime wanted him to disrespect him?

Fine.

Pulling his hand from Optimus's grip , he turned the tide, digging his fingers under where his chest was and grasping hard he turned him so their positions were now changed.

Optronix forced him to sit on the unit and stomped a foot between his thighs. dangerously close to the Cybertronian spires.

(Yes I'm laughing as I write this.)

A hand under Primes chin , none to gently

"Don't fucking play with me Daddy, I know you don't want to be in charge."

"Oh and what do I want?"

"Madness, you need to be riled up, until Optimus disappears and then only thing left behind is Primal."

(Oh I know this is punny pffft, so was G1)

Optimus stared up at him as Pax's pede pressed against both of them.

"You'd probably enjoy it if I crushed you, ground every inch into dust, do you think I'll give you any respect just because you're God's special little boy."

It was blasphemous, it was disrespectful and the pressure on both spikes as Optronix pushed down ...was down right degrading....he loved it.

"Oh look at that Pretty boy, looks like you do like that."

Optronix chuckled. Reaching forward, he gripped the rim where Primes head would disappear into his neck.

"Now, be a good pet and kiss me."

Optimus had started to reach up, to pull him closer only to be pushed back down.

"Tsk no imagination, you really have been denied, I didn't mean there Prime."

It wasn't as if his valve was hidden with the way he was grinding his foot on Optimus's spikes, he could feel the energon pulsing through them with each spark beat.

Optimus quirked a brow, so that's what he wanted? Well then, a little give and take wouldn't hurt. Now to get him to let his guard down...leaning forward, hands on his hips, stroking down along his thighs, they looked fragile in comparison of his own build, but looks were deceiving, very deceiving.

Optronix noticed the size of those hands, his valve beading lubricant again, only this time dripping onto Prime's thigh.

"You know some would consider it narcissistic to he aroused by a form of-"

"Put that mouth to use and eat me."

Optronix huffed, getting impatient as he gripped the back of Primes head and shoved the older mechs face between his thighs.

At first Optimus had the urge to be more than stubborn and refuse, but the scent, the arousal, the want and need, realising that Optronix's kind didn't have noses like they did, which meant the bastard had to work twice as hard to pleasure any valve here he decided to eat out.

Oh maybe he should treat him after all, kissing him deeply, enjoying the undignified sound the younger mech let out when he realised that the Primes spikes weren't the only thing he had that was long and big.

Oh fuck you , fuck you Prime, Optronix screamed in his head , feeling his tongue slither so far inside of him, if he didnt know any better, it could be mistaken for a fragging tentacle, a whine left him as his valve shaped itself around him , internals mistaking it for a spike with how it teased so far inside him, hips gyrating to find friction against his node, using the primes nose to chase the evergrowing pleasure as he nearly overloaded, his men were fucking morons to not get with Optimus...pulling away , seeing that face smeared and dirty, the vents in his nose let out a billow of smoke. Smiling as he saw the Autobot leader trying to go back for more...wait was his tongue still inside...mmm

"A mech of Primus shouldn't have such a dirty mouth, you filthy piece for scrap, no reverence, just straight up devouring me as if you could reach my forge with that ...wait why are you looking at me like that...no, there's no way you can- wait what are you doing!"

Optimus slapped his hand away, he'd had a taste from the source and he wasnt done with that pretty valve, he could absolutely reach Optronix's forge and he was going to prove it.

Pulling out he grabbed that lithe waist and pinned him to the stall door , lifting him so he was face to face with that valve, so this was what Ratchet had meant about once you get a taste you wanted to keep going until he spasmed around your glossa.

If anyone walked in now, they'd see Optronix half way over the privacy stall, moaning like a whore as Optimus did in fact reach his forge, using only his tongue, feeling absolute pride as Optronix's thighs threatened to crush his helm and fingers dug into the back of it, LIVE BY THE THIGH, DIE BY THE THIGH.

"Primus, are you slagging Venom!"

Thanks to Witwicky he got that reference, laughing deeply, the vibrations going the length of his tongue, Optronix slammed a fist against the wall, that was cheating!

Positioning his hands on the frame of the stall, Optimus had clearly been fool enough to trust him not to swing his hips hard enough to knock him through into the next one, the sensation of having Optimus's tongue pulled from him in one slick motion made his optic twitch. Well, that'd felt weird.

Holding his helm, he looked up at him as Optronix now stood over him, standing above his head, valve dripping onto his face plate and hands on his hips

"You're a brat, you know that."

"You were not so different when you were Orion and if you were angry-"

He looked behind him at the spikes that were full, hard, and begging for attention

"Then why are they calling to me, I had a feeling after watching all those videos, fighting Megatron is foreplay for you, if he ever told you to fuck him, your spikes would burst through their panels before they could open."

Optimus didn't even deny it. He grabbed Optronix's knees and pushed his fingers behind them, making him fall to them, now he was close to what he wanted again, nipping at the plush folds there, the tip of his glossa teasing him once more.

"Stop being so impatient."

Optronix teased only to hear a growl from Optimus, he had been waiting so long, it was amazing he had this much control....wait why was he turning around-

Optics closing as he felt lips touch upon the first spike, a tongue lick along its length, he nearly overloaded right then and there, grabbing Optronix's hips he forced him back down onto his face, no need to be gentle, it was obvious both of them were pushing for power, for each other and nothing was going to stop them.

Tbc...

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[vexwerewolf]

Beta Humans: General

To maintain the 1/2/4 symmetry that's so important to Homestuck's character design, I decided that each of the four Beta Humans had to have a mech from a different manufacturer. IPS-N was the obvious choice for John, and HORUS for Rose. The SSC Death's Head seemed like a reasonable choice for Jade, but that left me with Dave in HA. HA fits his fire motif, but he's a melee-focused character, and that left the Tokugawa as the only real choice.

John: IPS-N Tortuga

John Egbert is very uncomplicated, which a lot of characters in Homestuck mistake for him being unintelligent. Sure, he's a little naive, but he genuinely and deeply values his friends and freely admits to it without needing to couch it in irony or detached sarcasm. John will put himself in harm's way to protect his friends because he loves them and it's the right thing to do.

The Tortuga is also an uncomplicated and honest mech, which is not the same as it being unsophisticated. It's reliable, hard-wearing and well-equipped to handle most situations.

John has 3 ranks in the Raleigh, and wields the Kinetic Hammer in the Tortuga's Heavy slot, and extends its threat with Gyges Frame. He wields the DSAS in the Tortuga's main mount. He has Improved Armament for a third flex mount in which he placed a Catalytic Hammer.

Rose: HORUS Pegasus

One of Rose's consistent traits is that she seeks power from outside the established rules of whatever system she finds herself in. She refuses to accept that the Beta Session is doomed from the start, and attempts to break reality itself with the Grim Majjyks of the Horrorterrors in order to change fate. She's intelligent, adaptable and prefers to make her own luck.

The Pegasus fits her perfectly: it harnesses poorly-understood powers that defy the rules of the Lancer system. When faced with obstacles like Hidden or Invisible, it simply chooses to ignore them. Its weapons are quite unlike any other weapon in the core rulebook. It can decide the outcome of damage rolls without touching dice, and its NHP even allows it to bend probability to its whim.

I'm not sure what her other LLs are in, but she definitely has Lesson of the Held Image to provide off-turn Lock Ons for her friends. She has a lot of levels in support talents like Field Analyst, Leader, Empath and Spotter.

Dave: HA Tokugawa

Dave is proud, reckless, and deeply insecure - all traits that make him a perfect fit for Harrison Armory tech. He's also an appreciator of irony, and would definitely use the colonial imperialist war machine in pursuit of Union's goal of universal freedom. Also, as stated above, Tokugawa is the only melee-oriented frame in the Armory's lineup, so it was more or less my only choice for him.

In addition to his three ranks in Tokugawa, Dave has three ranks in Sherman to give him access to a second HA core bonus - he has both Heatfall Coolant System and Superior by Design, which taken in combination with his 4 points in Engineering allow him a truly absurd amount of thermal leeway with 14 Heat Cap. He also has Redundant Systems Upgrade to cool off quicker. Because he's so fucking cool.

Jade: SSC Death's Head

Jade is a whimsical, silly girl who seems flighty and scatterbrained, but is actually deeply insightful and understands a lot about the world. She's also a crack shot with a rifle, which is why she pilots a Death's Head.

Jade also has 2 ranks in Mourning Cloak and 1 rank in the Dusk Wing, giving her the Singularity Motivator - and the ability to briefly transcend time and space if she's ever attacked. She also has Neurospike to hinder enemies.

Jade got both Overpower Caliber and Auto-Stabilizing Hardpoint and stacked both onto her Railgun. She might be kind of a one-trick but she almost never misses and hits like a fucking bus to boot.

Would you like to justify all of your mech choices for the trolls and also kids

Yes but I hate the way Tumblr formats ask replies so I'm gonna post the actual reply in a reblog

[waltwhitmansbeard]

go on, claim my heart: chapter nineteen

see my masterpost for what came before this.

It is freezing in this godsforsaken place. Pike nestles in closer to Grog; though he still wears no shirt nor armor, he radiates heat, and Pike presses her face into his massive bicep beside her. He yelps. "Pike! Your nose is cold."

"Sorry, Grog," she says. "My everything is cold."

"Wouldn't be so cold if we wasn't just sittin' here," Grog grumbles, his knees tucked up to his chin like a petulant child. "I wanna go in an' smash some stuff."

"I know you do, buddy." She pats as close to his shoulder as she can reach. "But the princess will be back soon, and with any luck, she'll have some information that will point us in the direction of things we can smash."

From their place in the tree line, they've got a great view of the castle, about half of its windows aglow with warm, yellow light. They're spread out a bit, each of them a dozen feet or so from the next, except for her and Grog, because she is cold and honestly, no one will see her next to him, anyway.

Keyleth has been gone about ten minutes now, and even from here, Pike can sense Vax's tension. She imagines this must be a most impossible situation for him, a man once tasked with the singular goal of her protection, now forced to watch her hurdle headfirst into danger in order to save their daughter. Despite his clear misery, Pike can't help but feel proud of her friend; Keyleth has come a long way from the sheltered princess she's worked beside for years, and that is due in no small part to Vax's influence. Pike knows that Keyleth has long admired Vax's confidence, his ability to think on his feet and make life-or-death decisions on the spot, and though she has always been far braver than she's given herself credit for, Pike can see Vax's hand in the choice she's made today, even if Vax himself doesn't want to acknowledge it.

(Of course, there is the Vex of it all. Vex, whom Keyleth finds so effortlessly, endlessly admirable. Vex, whom Keyleth believes to be a far better leader than she could ever hope to be. Vex, who is born of the same circumstances as Vax, who let those circumstances shape her into someone who is lethal with a bow and arrow and who refuses to let herself be taken advantage of. Keyleth aspires to be like Vex in the way that little sisters revere their elder sisters, and Pike has to believe that part of her insistence on flying into that castle tonight was to prove to Vex, to all of them, that she has just as much to offer as they do.)

It is so very cold, and watching an unmoving castle is boring. Pike tips her head against Grog's enormous arm and fights the drooping of her eyes. Just as she's about to lose the fight, something prickles the edges of her awareness, as if there are suddenly eyes on her. She sits up quickly, looking around in the darkness. There are no eyes, but she senses...something.

"Pikey?" Grog asks. "Is somethin' wrong?"

"I...don't know, Grog." She stands, and now the feeling is stronger. There is something out here, something in the shadows, something beyond the edges of her vision. A new chill ripples down her spine, and she knows that this time, it is not the cold of the Alabaster Sierras. "Grog...I think..." She pauses, listening to the thumping of her own heart, and grips the holy symbol around her neck.

She knows what it is.

"Something undead watches us!" she half-hisses, half-shouts, hoping her voice carries through the entire group, spread out as they are.

Before anyone can react, a blurred creature appears just behind Vex, who stands off to Pike's left. Vex is so startled by the creature's appearance that she doesn't even have time to cry out before its hands, large and strong, are gripping her shoulders and yanking her backward.

In the dim light of the moon filtering down between the trees' bare branches, Pike sees a man, tall and broad, with fancy clothes and streaks of silver through his dark hair. He meets her eyes and smiles the smile of a predator, all teeth and snarl, before he and Vex disappear into the dark.

"VEX'AHLIA!" Vax shouts, darting to where his sister vanished. Pike sees the wild panic in his eyes. "Pike, what was that?"

Pike's answer is preempted by the sound of Percy's weapon. Pike turns to see him striding forward, purposeful and dead-eyed. "That was Sylas Briarwood." He pushes past Pike and Vax and sets off at a dead sprint in the direction Pike saw the two disappear, Vax hot on his heels.

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Scanlan watches Lord Percival and Vax take off into the night from where he'd been cowering behind Grog's massive form. "Are we supposed to be following them?" he whispers. He is desperately hoping the answer is no.

Pike chews her lip nervously. "Let's stay here," she decides, settling her eyes back on the castle. "We told Keyleth we'd wait here, and we should. If...if they need us, they'll let us know." Pike doesn't specify how they might do that, but Scanlan doesn't argue.

They watch the castle nervously, Scanlan plucking a low, slow tune on his lute to pass the time. An owl lands on a branch nearby, and all three of them jump, so tense is the atmosphere. It is not until the distant sounds of shouting voices reaches their ears that one of them speaks. "What is that?" Pike asks.

There is clearly some kind of commotion inside the castle. They can see silhouettes darting back and forth between the lit windows, and the shouting is growing louder. "Something's going on in there," Scanlan says. "Do you think it's Captain Vex'ahlia?"

"Maybe," Pike says, "unless it's..." She doesn't want to say it out loud, and Scanlan can't blame her.

Grog stands, gripping his battleax with a wide grin on his face. "I'm goin' in there."

Pike scurries to stand in front of him. "Grog, no!"

He pouts. "But...smashin' stuff!"

Pike takes on the countenance of a stern schoolteacher. "Grog..." Her tone makes it clear that she will not brook any disagreements.

Grog plops back down on the ground. "Fine." He sets his chin on his knees again and begins to gripe. "Can't go after the vampire, can't go into the castle, this rescue mission is boring."

Scanlan stares at Pike in amazement. She just stood before someone two and a half times her height with murder in his eyes and did not blink. Scanlan means no offense to the goddess Sarenrae, but he knows that that magic is all Pike.

"We will wait for a sign from the princess before going in," she says calmly.

They do not have to wait long, however, because a mere minute later, a bat barrels toward them at an alarming pace. Grog raises his axe up as if to take a swing at it, but Pike scrambles up his knee to grab the axe just as the bat magically poofs into Princess Keyleth. She stumbles back to the earth, and Scanlan quickly steps forward to help her right herself.

"Your Highness," he says, "what is going on in there?"

"I may have been spotted," she huffs out, gasping for breath. "But as a bat. I think I got away clean." She takes one more heaving breath and then she falls to her knees, buries her face in her hands, and sobs.

Wide-eyed, Scanlan steps back, making room for Pike to dash to her side. "Keyleth? What happened in there?"

"She...she...Pike, I saw her," the princess whispers. She looks up at Pike, tears streaming down her face. "She's in there, Pike. And I left her."

Pike throws her arms around the princess's neck. "It sounds like you barely got out of there with your own life. You made the right choice. You couldn't have saved her if you were dead."

The princess wraps her arms around her torso, as if her own hands are the only things keeping her together. "They're going to do something with her," she breathes, staring at the ground. "They need her blood for something called the Ascension."

"The Ascension?" Pike repeats the words with a tone of familiarity and surprise.

"Do you know what that is?" Scanlan asks.

"The Night of Ascension is the celebration of the Raven Queen's apotheosis." Grog raises his hand. "It means when she became a god." Grog lowers his hand. "It is believed to be a night of strong mystical energies, which is why the mortal who became the Raven Queen chose it for her ritual. Spells that require a lot of power are often done on this night to increase their chance of success."

Scanlan asks the only logical next question. "When is this Night of Ascension?"

In the pale moonlight, Pike's face is as white as a ghost's. "Two nights from now."

"Where is Vax?" The princess looks around wildly. "Where is he?"

Scanlan exchanges a look with Pike. "Your Highness...he and Lord Percival are chasing after Lord Briarwood."

She makes a choked noise. "What—why?"

"Because." Pike rests a hand on her shaking shoulder. "Lord Briarwood took Vex."

[unit-zero-two]

Arturia Pendragon is the King of Knights. In Fate/Zero Arturia is in the center of a line. One side says “King” and the other “Knight”. The other six Servants all fall on the line to either side of her. Iskandar and Gilgamesh are the Kings to her left. They represent varying ideals and convictions of what it means to rule. Diarmuid and Lancelot are the Knights to her right. They represent the varying ideals and convictions of what it means to serve.

Gilgamesh is at the far end of the King spectrum. He’s the King of Kings. He rules for himself with no thoughts of anyone else, and everyone serves him because he’s the King. What is best for him is best for those who serve under him. The King’s prosperity is the people’s prosperity and everything they have and are belongs to him. Meanwhile Iskandar is a little more mild. In comparison, at least. He believes that everyone serves the King and the strength of the king shows the strength of the nation. People serve him for his strength and conviction, and he in turn rewards them for their devotion and service. A great nation rewards it’s king, and vice versa. But he also views his people are who they are and what they can be in a way that Gilgamesh doesn’t. And everything is still about the King for both of them. They are the ones who rule, after all.

On the other side we’ve got the Knights. Diarmuid is at the far end of the Knights spectrum. He serves without out question, regardless of his actual thoughts on his Lord’s orders or his own wishes. He just wishes to serve, that is his happiness. And he believes that in following the king that the king will lead the land to happiness and prosperity with his help. Happiness is doing your duty. Lancelot is in between Arturia and Diarmuid. He lived and loved as his convictions told him to, but he also served loyally. His ultimate end was when those conflicts collided and destroyed him. He was the perfect knight until it demanded he not be human and live for his desires. But in the end, his wish as a spirit is to be judged by his king. The king judges and punishes the knights under their command. It is right and just as the one who rules to do so. All he wants is for Arturia to look him in the eye and condemn him as a failure of a knight. That’s what it means to be one who serves.

Meanwhile, Giles and Hundred Personas are distortions on this chart. Giles refuses to see anyone else but himself, to acknowledge that the world isn’t centered around him. Everything is fate meant to reunite him with Jeanne or keep them separate as a cruel act by God. Giles was a Knight and Servant of God, but now he no longer embodies either. Giles was once a lord who used his power to abuse those underneath him, but now he just hides in the shadows inflicting cruel acts on those around him. Hundred Personas was once the leader of a group of Assassins, but now they serve without question of comment. Hundred Personas wishes to calm and collect their fractured mind, turning from the hundred man army they are so proud of into a singular person with quieted focus. They want to remove every aspect that makes them who they are and become a different person altogether.

Arturia is in the grey zone between her duties as a king and her duties as a knight. She’s not quite comfortable with either. Neither the self-conviction of one who rules, or the obedience of one who serves. She is admirable but foolish as a king. She is brilliant and doomed as a knight. The line we’ve drawn was a trap and all who lay on it are doomed to tragedy. Kings who can’t live up to and pass on their ideals due to selfish hedonism, or knights who fail to serve kings who can live up their loyalty and ideals.

Fate/Zero is a tragedy in which everyone is doomed to fail.

[waithyuck]

beautiful

pairing: cambion! lee donghyuck/haechan x reader (f) **halloweenie special**

genre: smut, supernatural au

word count: 4.6k

warnings: brief allusions to darker themes, brief thoughts/desires to harm the reader in a consensual sexual context (reader is really into it and encourages it), explicit language, sexual content, unprotected sex, cumming inside, blood, rough handling, hyuck has a big dick whoops, hyuck is also a half demon so he gets a lil sadistic you have been warned

a/n: this was really fun to write and I’m really excited to see all of your reactions after reading lol

{cambion: offspring of a demon and a human; commonly has physical deformities and can exhibit evil and malicious behavior.}

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~10/17/2020~

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the world you lived in now was one that society probably could have never predicted back a hundred years ago. you were sure no one thought that humans would live amongst creatures far beyond the common imagination, nor did you think that they thought the human race would still come out on top.

most would assume that supernatural creatures would have taken over the hierarchy easily, but that was not the case for this world. even though there were demons, angels, dragons–you name it, they existed– somehow the humans still ruled.

from what you could understand, it was because the supernatural were threatened since the very beginning of their known existence. unfortunately for them, the human government now had the means (and the firepower) to keep them subdued. they were essentially forced to keep their powers subdued, for the “greater good of the population”, as the people in charge put it.

ever since you were a child, there had been at least a handful of non-human children that were part of your classes at school. not many, since there were fears of bullying and harm from other students toward them, but enough to make a lasting impression on you.

at first, you were curious. you remember one instance back in grades school where you wouldn't stop staring at a young werewolf boy; too young to hide his teeth or his tail. you didn’t stare because you hated him or wanted to pick on him; you really thought he was amazing, but didn’t have the words to explain that to him at such a young age.

you’re proud to say you’ve grown a lot since then. now in college, you treated those different to you as equals, as you should. you try not to stare or question, and of course you’re never mean and you don’t bully, nor do you condone bullying.

seeing the supernatural constantly being picked on was something that always made you feel sick. they weren’t legally allowed to use their powers or strength, leaving them at a disadvantage to cowardly human bullies. you didn’t doubt that if the supernatural were able to fight back, the humans would cower in three seconds flat, and you would have yourself a good laugh.

speaking of bullies, you unfortunately had to pass by a group of girls who were berating a boy you’ve seen across campus a few times. as you walked, you couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you could see the boy becoming visibly more upset (or angry, rather) as time went on.

lee donghyuck was usually an individual who kept to himself, most definitely because of his genetic makeup. the experts around the school determined that he was a cambion; a half human half demon offspring, to which donghyuck apparently confirmed. people would constantly come at him for his singular red eye or the talons that were only on his left hand.

to be honest, you were always a little afraid of him. sticking up for him was very heavily outweighed by the fear he might lash out at you for helping, making him feel weak or something. but today something inside you screamed for you to help him, no matter the consequences.

you just hoped he didn’t tear you to shreds with his sharp talons.

you changed course and walked straight up to the group of nasty girls, them not even noticing you until you stepped in front of donghyuck, much to his surprise as well as theirs.

“can you guys leave him alone?” you stupidly asked, your voice not coming out as strong as you would have liked it to. the ‘leader’ of the pack looked shocked for a second, before laughing in your face.

“oh my god!” she laughed, clutching her stomach. “why are you trying to defend this freak? hoping he’ll fuck you or something?”

you felt your face heat up in embarrassment but you held your ground, not tearing your eyes away from her or moving from your spot in front of the half-demon boy.

“no,” you firmly stated, “I’m just trying to defend him from low-lifes who think it’s cool to pick on him for things he can’t control.”

you gave yourself a mental high five for maintaining your composure. you couldn’t see donghyuck’s face but you were really hoping he wasn’t angry. you didn’t turn to face him just yet.

the girl in front of you dropped her smile, a scowl replacing it as she scoffed in your face. she let out a “whatever,” before motioning for her posse to follow her as she walked away.

well, that was easier than you thought it was gonna be.

“why did you do that?” the boy behind you suddenly asked, his voice soft but it still managed to startle you. you turned to face him, putting on your biggest smile.

“I can’t stand when people pick on others for things that can’t be controlled.” you explained simply, looking him in the eye even though your heart was ready to explode out of your chest. “you didn’t decide to be what you are, so no one should belittle you for that.”

he cracked a small smile at you, and at that moment a friendship formed, whether the two of you realized it or not.

donghyuck allowed you to grow close to him, which you thought was the most amazing thing. he opened himself up to you, and you became great friends over the course of the winter semester into the spring. in turn you opened up to him, and the two of you had a pure and healthy friendship.

he smiled with you and joked around, laughing and being playful in your presence. not many people bothered him when you were around, most likely because they didn’t feel like fighting with someone, which you and hyuck were grateful for.

hyuck was always gentle; he never wanted to hurt anyone or anything, not even the smallest ants on the ground. he was very careful not to touch you, in fear he would be unaware of his inhuman strength and hurt you or accidentally scratch you with his sharp claws. you didn’t mind him being wary, but there was a part of that wished he would be comfortable enough for at least a hug.

of course you didn’t push him.

currently you sat with him in an empty art classroom, helping him with his literature paper while you painted the way the sun reflecting off the walls on your canvas. the sun touched his face beautifully, and as much as you wanted to paint him instead of the boring room, you kept your mind on track.

you worked in silence for a few moments, enjoying each other’s presence in the warmth of dusk, but of course no good thing lasts forever, and your peace was rudely interrupted as you heard the door slide open.

“hey, half-breed!” a girl shouted, causing hyuck to grip his pencil so hard it splintered completely in half, shocking you as you watched the top half fly in the air. “who’s this? your new little girlfriend?” the girl smirked evilly, looking at her painted nails before going on. “best be careful you don’t scare her away with your demonic tendencies. I bet you can’t even touch her without wanting to tear her to shreds with those ugly claws.” she snickered along with her posse of friends, and at that point you scowled at them, ready to rip them all new assholes. as you prepared to stand up to defend your friend, he stopped you with his own actions.

donghyuck let a loud growl rip through his throat, turning to face the bullies and effectively silencing them with the menacing sound. it shocked you, but you stood your ground and gripped his jacket sleeve to ground him despite your trembling fingers.

“I didn’t ask to be this way!” he practically screamed, intimidating the group standing before you even further. “do you think my mother asked for this? to have a burden of a son?” his voice was starting to fill with despair, and you could feel it inside you that he was struggling to keep his composure.

donghyuck sniffed and glared at the wall, not giving his tormentors the time of day any more.

“just leave me the fuck alone, would you?” he asked quietly, an aggressive air still present in his low tone.

one by one you watched the bullies file out, most of them shocked at hyuck’s sudden display of hostility. you supposed that they weren’t expecting him to finally fight back after all this time.

he stayed brooding beside you, and when you tried to find his gaze with your own, he shut his eyes as a stray tear fell down his cheek. before you could comment on it, he roughly wiped it away, still not meeting your kind eyes.

“donghyuck…” you whispered, your voice gentle as you tried to get his attention. “will you look at me?”

when he didn’t move or respond, you grasped his hand gently, failing to ignore the way he jumped at the contact.

“come on,” you spoke softly, tugging his arm slightly. “let’s go back to my place.”

he didn’t say anything in response, but allowed you to lead him back to your empty dorm room across campus. it was a silent walk, but you never let go of his hand, and he didn’t seem to want you to let go either, the tight grip he held on you being a clear sign.

when you arrived, you lazily pushed the door open, and led him to sit down on your creaky bed. you tried to pull your hand out of his own to go switch on the lights, but his grip only grew tighter, pulling your arm and causing you to fall down to sit next to him. you didn’t comment on the sudden slightly aggressive way he handled you; you only worried for him as he sat in the darkness of the room.

“...are you alright?” you asked, silently cursing yourself after a moment for asking such a stupid question.

he was silent for a moment, only breathing softly in the quietness in the room, before he sighed shakily and spoke up

“she should have gotten rid of me when she had the chance,” he whispered, his gaze cast downward as he shakily breathed before you. “she told me she couldn’t do it. she told me she wanted to be able to love me.”

you could safely assume he was referring to his mother, and the solemn tone in his voice made you fight back tears. you still never let go of his hand.

“I’m a living reminder of the trauma she went through…yet everyday when she looked at me, she never complained.” at this you saw a tear escape his left eye, the red iris glassy as the tears spilled forth.

“I’m a fucking monster.”

you felt your heart shatter.

here was this broken boy in front of you, claiming he was a monster for things he could have never even hoped to control. he was never malicious; he was always so gentle with everything, especially toward you. He stayed quiet when people relentlessly picked on him, never fighting back until today. as far as you were concerned, there was no way that he could ever be considered a monster, no matter what his genetic make up was or how he looked to other.

“what?” you questioned abruptly, your voice raising sightly above a whisper. “how could you say that? you’re not a monster, lee donghyuck.” he turned to look at you then, his eyes wide with curiosity as he watched you continue to speak. “you have a heart of gold. you’re always so gentle and caring with me, and other living creatures around you. you never fight back and i’ve never seen you hurt anyone.” you tore your eyes away from him, panting as you looked down at your lap, the rant you were going on making you emotional. “you are absolutely not a monster.”

he looked conflicted and turned his back to you, and you assumed it was because he didn’t want you to see what he was feeling. your hands were now apart, no longer in the comforting embrace of each other's warmth.

“...I could hurt you.” he mumbled quietly, and you weren’t able to detect the emotion in his voice. your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden statement, and you were quick with your rebuttal.

“you won’t.”

when he turned around and abruptly gripped your throat with his clawed fingers, you flinched instinctively but didn’t react further than that, challenging his angry gaze with a hard and confident stare. even though your heart was beating through your ribcage, you decided to grip his wrist with your own fingers as you looked at him, preparing to speak with a hard swallow that he surely felt against his palm.

“you can’t hurt me,” you said in a small voice, your lips quivering despite you trying your best to keep your composure. “you won’t. I know you won’t.” you continued, watching his face subtly change into one of confusion. his eyes were still transfixed on you; one crimson red like the blood flooding through your veins, and the other warm and brown, almost inviting you to get closer.

your grip on his warm wrist tightened, your other hand coming up to daringly caress his face, not hesitating to smooth over his soft cheek as he stared at you in complete awe.

“I trust you, donghyuck.”

fuck, you really wanted to kiss him.

he beat you to it though, pressing his lips against yours tightly, causing you to squeak in surprise. you kissed him back with as just as much feeling, your mouths moving together in sync. his clawed hand moved from your throat to rest on his leg (a little to your dismay, if you were being honest), and his other came up to gently caress your cheek as he deepened the kiss with his tongue.

“h-hyuck,” you played, pulling back only a centimeter, hips lips chasing yours. “is th-this okay? are you—“ his lips on yours cut you off, and he hummed into it before pulling away.

“I-I want you,” he stated quietly, looking down at his lap before flitted his eyes to yours once more. “if you’ll have me.”

you stared at him for a moment, overwhelming emotions filling your eyes and heart before you nodded and practically pounced on him.

the two of you kissed like there were no other worries in the world; it was just you both enjoying each other in the dim light of your room, feeling one another.

his hands didn’t touch you, but he allowed you to pull him over top of you on the bed, your back against the sheets as his body laid on top of yours.

with every moment that ticked past you grew more confident, and after a while you began fitting your hips up against his, delighted at the small friction you were creating.

“hyuck,” you whined, your hands moving to grip at the hair at the base of his neck. “pl-please, I want your fingers,” you were begging, but didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment as his lust filled eyes stared back you, his plump lips parted. “please,”

he didn’t hesitate to help you out of your clothes, careful of his claws as he removed your pants and shirt. he freed you from your underwear and bra, leaving you bare in front of his full clothed form.

his right hand delicately smoothed down your thigh, spreading your legs apart so he could take a good look at you. you were wet and you knew it, and you threw an arm over your face to suppress your moans as he experimentally drug a finger through your soaked folds.

you didn’t have to wait long for him to sink a single digit inside you, and you let out a drawn out whine in response as he started gently thrusting it in and out of your clenching hole.

“is that good?” he asked lowly, not taking his eyes off the sight of his finger disappearing inside you. he was bold enough to add a second finger and even moved his thumb to press on your clit, and you keened at the sudden feeling.

“yes, so good baby,” you breathed in response, gripping the sheets beside you on both hands.

donghyuck eventually worked up to push a third finger inside you, and you practically howled at the feeling of being filled. his fingertips pressed into all your sweet spots, making you feel dizzy.

“mmnnff, hyuck,” you whimpered, catching his attention. he looked at you with dark eyes, his mouth parted as his tongue poked out to lick his lips. “what do you w-wanna do to me?”

it was a valid question, and it seemed to catch him off guard for a moment. hyuck seemed to be holding himself back from doing what he actually wanted, or behaving like he actually wanted to.

he quickly recovered, and withdrew his fingers from you in one quick movement. he moved them to your mouth and you caught the hint, only able to take in two of them. you suckled on his digits as you stared at him with doe eyes innocently, like you weren’t sucking off the excess juices from your pussy.

“I wanna fuck you,” he simply stated, watching you like a predator as you released his fingers from your mouth. “I wanna feel you, y/n. all of you.”

you couldn’t deny him that.

you sat up quickly and moved to tear at his shirt, the fabric peeling over his head before being thrown across the room in your haste. you worked at his pants and was successful at undoing the button and zipper, and he kicked them off his legs in one swift move.

you stared at the impossibly large bulge in his boxers, but didn’t allow yourself to become intimidated.

you would make him fit. you wanted to feel him stretch you out. you would make it work.

once his underwear was discarded, you watched his cock twitch against his stomach in awe. he sat at the edge of the bed, his feet planted on the floor as you moved to situate yourself on his lap.

you kissed him once more before a determined look graced your face, and you positioned your entrance above him, ready to begin.

“what do you really want to do to me?” you asked him again as you sank down onto his cock, watching as his nose scrunched up at the feeling of your wet and hot walls surrounding his painfully hard member.

in your periphery you could see his fingers flex like he wanted to reach out and touch you or grab you, but he was fighting himself. you sat still in his lap, his dick buried to the hilt inside you, pressing against your cervix because of how deep he was. you reached out and grabbed both of his hands, placing them on your hips.

“I w-wanna…” he started, gulping as his hands stayed feather light against your skin, still afraid to touch you fully. you clenched your walls around him playfully, watching as his expression changed from innocent and hesitant, to cold and dark in mere seconds.

his fingers gripped you fully, but he was still careful not to pierce your skin with the talons on his left hand. his right hand gripped your hip posessively, and it felt like he was close to crushing the bone. you gasped at the feeling, but welcomed the pain.

“I wanna hurt you,” he snarled, moving forward to nip at your vulnerable throat, causing his cock to move ever so slightly against your walls. “I wanna make you scream, cry, bleed...everything.”

you gasped at his words, your pussy clenching at the thought of him absolutely annihilating you, leaving you broken and unable to function as a normal human being ever again.

he must have taken your gasp the wrong way, and definitely must have not felt your walls clamp down on him, because he pulled away from your neck to look you in the eye, looking ashamed at his confession.

“you must be scared of me now,” he mumbled, looking away. “I knew this would happ–“

you cut him off by gripping his jaw in your hands, forcing him to face you as you crashed your lips against his. you moved your hands and gripped his hair, tugging roughly as you both made out messily, your body still impaled on his insanely large cock.

“fuck, donghyuck,” you panted, pulling away. “that’s so fucking hot, please,” you began rolling your hips against him, causing you both to groan. “I w-want it, please,”

he looked at you briefly before nodding his head, a movement so slight you would have missed it if you had blinked.

even though he had nodded his head, he didn’t go rough on you like you knew he wanted to. instead, he began helping you lift yourself up and down his cock, effectively fucking you onto himself. he threw his head back and moaned, and you took the opportunity to kissing along his throat and around his adam’s apple. you shivered as he growled, feeling the deep vibrations against your lips.

it felt so incredibly good to be filled with him; your walls clamped tightly around him as you swiveled and lifted your hips up and down on his lap, continuously making the both of you moan out in pleasure. it was indescribable; the way you felt almost overwhelming and you felt wetness forming in your eyes as you buried your face in his warm neck, the tears finally spilling. your broken cries egged him on, causing his hips to lift in time with you, thrusting his hard cock in and out of you with more force.

his soft grunts and groans in your ear had your walls fluttering, and with every grind against him you felt his skin brush your clit, pushing you further and further toward your impending climax. you were more worked up than you originally had thought.

“I-I thought you wanted to hurt me,” you provoked, the pace not faltering as you fucked each other with abandon. he let out a low snarl in response, but still didn’t become rough like you really wanted him to. “ come on, hyuck,” you whined out, tugging on his hard harder.

he seemed to be growing close to his end, his hips moving faster and with less precision. an idea popped into your mind, maybe not a good one, but an idea nonetheless.

you weren’t sure if it was going to work, but it was worth a shot.

you smirked to yourself.

“c-cum inside me,” you whimpered quietly in his ear, and you heard him slightly gasp at the request. “pl-please,” you begged further, your nails digging into his shoulders in result of the stimulation you were being subjected to. “I need t-to f-feel you cum inside…”

as you trailed off he roughly gripped your hips, lifting you off him with a loud growl, causing a sharp whine to escape you at the feeling of his cock slipping from your sensitive walls.

he had you on your back in seconds; lifting your legs to wrap around his waist tightly before he grabbed your hips and hoisted them in the air, pushing his cock into you again and starting a fast and rough pace immediately.

you were seeing stars at this point, not even acknowledging the pain of his talons suddenly ripping into the skin of your right side, causing blood to trickle down onto your clean sheets. it didn’t matter to you, and in some fucked up way, you seriously enjoyed the pain.

your orgasm was building very quickly, and with one final and brutal thrust from him, you were coming undone, his cock buried incredibly deep inside you.

he held you against him as he shot his cum inside you, not allowing you to squirm away as your walls clenched hard around him to the point where it was almost painful. he growled lowly as he emptied himself in your pussy, watching your face as it contorted in pleasure with an almost sinister smirk on his face.

as you came down from your overwhelming climax, you realized that he was still hard inside you, filling you up to the brim with not only his cock, but his cum as well.

you looked up at him surprised, and he only looked back at you with that same sinister smile.

“I’m not done yet,” he growled out, his voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it before. you breathed out heavily, looking up at him and taking in the largeness of his pupils; they were blown out so wide that you could barely make out the color of his irises.

he leaned his body down over you, his head moving next to yours as his lips brushed up against your ear. his movements caused his still hard cock to nudge even deeper inside you, and you gasped at the sensation.

“can you take it?” he asked, lightly nipping at your ear as he began softly grinding his hips into you once again.

you were sensitive, but the feeling of him moving inside you had your stomach fluttering, causing your walls to clench around him. you could practically hear his smirk as he chuckled, and your heart jumped at the sound.

you breathily begged for him to fuck you again, to really fuck you how he wanted to, and of course he couldn’t say no to that.

his hips pulled back and plunged into your core, the mess of both your juices squelching and spilling out as he ravaged you completely. he kept his face buried in your neck, his panting breaths tickling your skin as he groaned out with each powerful thrust.

you gripped at his back and allowed your nails to scratch down his skin, a desperate attempt to keep yourself sane. each hoarse whine that escaped from your throat only encouraged him further, and he quickened his pace to an inhuman speed.

your clit barely needed any stimulation for you to cum again.

“I-I’m sorry hyuck, I c-can’t,” you breathed out, gasping for air. “I can’t h-hold it,”

he bit your throat lightly in response, soothing the area with his tongue before speaking.

“It’s okay, baby.” he grunted, his hips losing their rhythm slightly as he pressed on. “I’m close too. just let go.”

that was all you needed to allow the band to snap, your second orgasm washing over you in waves. you didn’t realize you had sunk your teeth into his shoulder until he moaned loudly, causing you to open your eyes as he shot his cum inside you for the second time.

his hips continued to buck reflexively, and he lifted his head to capture your lips in a messy kiss, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth immediately.

it was quick but passionate, and you swore you could feel every emotion he felt for you with just that one kiss.

when he pulled out, you observed carefully as his eyes watched his cum drop out of you, his pupils still wide as he licked his lips. he snapped himself out of it when you opened your arms, inviting him to lay with you as you both came down from the exertion.

you played with his hair softly in the silence of the worm, the only sounds being of your breaths. as you closed your eyes, you heard him mumble.

“I think I love you.” he said quietly, trailing his finger up your stomach.

you immediately smiled, your heart warming with happiness.

“I think I love you too, hyuck.”

[nightwings-bussy]

guess who's still on their bullshit? it's me. it's always me. i'm going to talk about why dickkorybabs is a fantastic ship and you should ship it, let's just go character by character

dick. dickie boy. sweet richard john grayson. you're so queer and they just don't know what to do with you, do they. you're so queer that your serial monogamy in every comic since the 90's literally comes off not as "playboy" behavior but as honest to god suspicious, like the writers understand that if they leave you single for so much as a panel or two, it'll become way too obvious how gay you are. but no matter who they shack you up with, who your gf of the week is (and im sure they're lovely but let's be real... they're a placeholder) none of them compare to your Two Great Character Defining Loves. but also no one can fuckin agree on which of those Loves is supposed to be your one and only and as such neither can you - not because you don't love them both profoundly, but because you DO, often at the same time. that's poly as fuck baby. that's just fine.

because barbara and kori are both spectacular, but they each speak to something very different in dick: babs speaks to dick's foundation, to long held, precious bonds, to his loyalty to the family, to his place as the Prodigal Son, detective, prom king, goofball. babs is designed as dick's perfect counterbalance, the first girl he ever crushed on, the one who's known him almost a little too well for a little too long.

kory, on the other hand, speaks to dick's growth, his ascension as a leader, his independence, the formation of a new, strong identity that's all his own. kory has been a part of so many conversations for dick about who he's trying to become. babs and dick carry a lot of the same baggage - they've endured many of the same unkindnesses, survived under the same man's immense expectations and pressure, and that gives them a lot of common ground. in contrast, kory's never lived under batman's thumb, and dick has to fight off a lot of his more bruce-like impulses around her; kory helps dick embrace the emotional core of himself that bruce never could. she celebrates his openness, his softness, his emotional and physical neediness in a way he always thought he had to keep hidden. kory and babs have different access points to dick's heart, his vulnerability. and at his best, dick is an amazing partner to them both: dedicated and charming, deeply affectionate, funny and excited about them, trusting, respectful, in awe of them, confident in them, protective but not overbearing, a strong advocate and partner who's deeply and tirelessly interested in them.

but dick has a dark side that all his friends and lovers eventually see, and it manifests strongly with both of them. with babs, dick's biggest struggle seems to be his ability to trust her with his whole self, to be kind and fair to her in his darker moments, and (debatably) to be loyal when the chips are down. with kory, it's a constant struggle with his baggage; his difficulty expressing himself or be emotionally vulnerable after a childhood spent with a guy who rarely does either, his difficulty trusting anyone as much as he trusts his family, his conflicting cultural values around relationships and violence. without growth on his part, all of these issues represent a big hurdle to any real attempt at long-term relationships with either of them.

but triangles are the most stable shape for a reason.

let's cover this quickly, because i truly feel this is the easiest part to wrap your head around: there is absolutely no way, in the hands of a writer who knows anything, that kory and babs are not attracted to each other. it's simply impossible. babs is 100% kory's type (proud, stubborn, brilliant, competent, red head, warrior), and meanwhile babs is a lesbian with a singular exception. name me one lesbian who wouldn't be all over starfire given the opportunity. you can't. we don't exist.

also, on a personality level, kory and babs are just SO complimentary - kory's smart and strong and resourceful, and so is babs. babs is snarky and brave and domineering, and so is kory. babs has known the bitter pain of loneliness and isolation from ones family by a situation largely beyond your control. so has kory. kory has known the struggle of creating a new family and trying over and over to explain yourself to people who may not understand or accept you. so has babs. you could circle again and again why they're so good for each other, but you could also sum it up with the fact that they both deeply love the same man, and they could easily love one another just as deeply.

and then you start to realize how many problems it solves. queer dick? he's here baby. kory opens him right up - issues with being vulnerable? dealt with. issues trusting babs with his true self? kory says honesty only in this household. issues with loyalty? welcome to normalized polyamory, says our tamaranean princess. is he being a cunt to babs when he gets grumpy? now she has an advocate, bc kory never lets dick get away with that shit.

and with kory it's the exact same. dick struggles to be emotionally available bc of his weirdo dad? yeah, that's okay - babs speaks dick-ese. dick can't trust anyone the way he trusts family? babs is here to back kory up and make sure dick understands she IS family. dick has issues working through his conflicting cultural values with kory? well babs is a damn professional at overseeing Dialogues(TM), let her at him.

and on top of all that it's FUCKING CUTE. lose the jealousy subplots and the cheating subplots and just let kory and babs fall in love already - give dick the femdom supremacy lifestyle he so desperately craves. like it's just amazing how rarely i see this pairing when it's this gd good like WHERE are my dickkorybabs fic recs. where are they

[cowtale-utau]

I know a certain Violet Queen who will be happy to see this go up ;p. Here are the basics of CT’s SwapFellPurple!Sans, aka Doc’s relationships.

Undertale Sans/Ace – These two ran into some conflict pretty early on. Doc is used to running things his way, and completely, where as Ace was not backing down. Eventually things settled down, as while Ace was the “leader” and would always have final say, he was also willing to let someone else do most of the work, so long as they worked in his allowed parameters. Doc deals with all the “menial administrative shit” that Ace hates. There is still a little of a grudge there but its at least a grudging acceptance. Undertale Papyrus/Lief – Lief is soft in ways Doc doesn’t always appreciate. While never needlessly cruel, Doc can be demanding, exacting, and abrasive. He expects people to do as they’re told and do so correctly. Lief is a much softer touch and often goes about “consoling” any “hurt feelings” after Doc has made his rounds. This is more than a little frustrating, and Doc often feels undermined. There have been arguments over it, and the two largely avoid directly interacting. Outside of “work” the two can be cordial, and while they will likely never be friends, there isn’t any animosity. Perhaps a little bitterness though.

Underfell Sans/Chisel – Doc doesn’t particularly care one way or another at this point. He doesn’t dislike Chis’s personality, in fact they do have some things in common, and can have decent conversations. There was a time Doc was very put off by the laziness of some of his counter parts, Chisel included, but has since let it go. Chis does work hard when he really needs to and his mechanical knowledge in invaluable. His opinion ultimately sits between appreciate, exasperation, and neutrality. Underfell Papyrus/Spur – These two did butt heads a fair bit at one point, but have since settled in to camaraderie. There was some issues with respective bossiness, both used to being in control. However Spur quickly caught on that he was never really “in charge” in any kind of practical way, and was in no way prepared to be now. While he was used to issuing orders, he had no expedience actually making people work. Once he acknowledged this, and that he had no interest in changing it, they got along much better. They often train and discuss techniques together when Doc has some down time.

Underswap Sans/Scout – Exasperation might be the kindest thing Doc feels for Scout. Very vaguely, distantly, fond exasperation. While he appreciates that Scout can work very hard, he is also frustrated by how erratic and easily distracted he is. It doesn’t help that Scout would sooner laugh than actually do any work he’s given by Doc. Underswap Papyrus/Piper – While there isn’t any particularly strong attachment here, Doc doesn’t mind Pip at all. He’s mostly quiet and largely stays out of Doc’s “circle”. He does his tasks well and is largely non-disruptive, which Doc appreciates.

Swapfell(Red) Sans/Whip – These two get along a lot better than most would expect. Doc has a surprising level of understanding of Whip’s mentality, and knows how to not only manage his moods but work with him on them. While neither would ever admit it, they can be found some mornings being catty gossips over coffee. Swapfell(Red) Papyrus/Coyote – Doc doesn’t mind Coy. When given a task, he does it well, and Doc appreciates that. Most would assume Doc would be annoyed by Coy’s “lack of initiative” but honestly he just see him as being rather ‘lost’ most of the time, something he can understand. While it was never really an issue for him personally, he does understand that the world and their place in it has rather been up-heaved and adjustment can be hard.

Horrortale Sans/Tender – They don’t interact one on one very often but they get along well enough. Doc pushes people and expects a lot, but he also actually quite reasonable and very understanding of different people’s limitations. He understands what Ten can and can’t do, and as the gang’s primary healer he makes sure to keep track of any changes. Tender is somewhat limited, but also very dedicated to what he can do, and Doc appreciates that. Horrortale Papyrus/Cook – Doc appreciates Cook. He has his role, and he does it to the absolute best of his ability without pushing himself too hard, important traits to earn Doc’s respect. They don’t have a ton in common, but they get along amicably.

Swapfell(Purple) Sans/Doc – Doc is confident, self assured, and comfortable. He knows himself, and what he’s capable of. While Underground, Doc never gave much thought to his “self esteem”, keeping a single minded focus on making sure he and Flint had the best they could in any given circumstance. Upon reaching the Surface, he found he was quite satisfied with who he is. He does have the rare moment of insecurity, where he questions whether he actually deserves what he has and is, given his methods were not always the most morally upright, but it doesn’t take long for him to shake this. He did what he could and had to with what was available, and he refuses to apologize for it. Swapfell(Purple) Papyrus/Flint – Things have gotten much better for these two since surfacing. While they were always close, and often codependent, Doc was often also at odds with Flint over Flint’s addictions. It became a matter of “as long as it directly interfere in anyway, I’ll ignore it” for a long time. When reaching the surface, there was a fair bit of arguing but Flint has started getting it together, as many of the stressors he had previously are gone, and Doc is proud of his little brother’s efforts.

Fellswap Gold Sans/Haze – Somewhere between solid friendship and grudging respect. There is a certain measure of playful competition between them, which as Fells can come off at times hateful to the outside eye. However it is something Doc has great fun with, and considers Haze a dear friend. Fellswap Gold Papyrus/Cirrus – Doc doesn’t mind how soft Cirrus is, but Cir does find him a bit intimidating. There is always an expectation that Doc will start bossing Cir around, and while at one point that may have been a possibility, Doc leaves Cir entirely to Haze. He appreciates Cir’s artistic talents, but has little time of his own for such pursuits. There is no dislike but Doc has firmly placed him in a “not my responsibility” box, so as to avoid any conflicts.

Underlust Sans/Shine – These two aren’t friends as far as Doc is concerned, but they do get along somewhat well. There are parts of Shine that grate deeply on Doc, but he is exceptionally clever in regards to all matters of the mind, and Doc can appreciate this. While confident in his own abilities, Doc does occasionally reach out to verify that his approach shouldn’t have adverse effects on the people involved. Underlust Papyrus/Calico – Calico is a strange and enigmatic sort, and Doc is largely ambivalent to him. While he doesn’t especially mind Cali, there is something unsettling to him that puts Doc, who much prefers the concrete to the esoteric, on edge.

Dancetale Sans/Shuffle – Doc and Shuff bond over their mutual like of children and teaching/guiding. They don’t have much else in common but will happily swap tips/stories. Dancetale Papyrus/Foxtrot – Fox is a bit much for Doc. He doesn’t hate him, but his energy is a bit off putting. While he would find his work ethic impressive, his tendency to ignore his own and others limits irritates Doc as it is inefficient. Doc usually just redirects Fox to elsewhere so as not to deal with him more than needed.

Outertale Sans/Saturn – There is no particular feelings either way here for Doc. They don’t see each other often enough for them to develop a bond or aversion. In the rare interaction, Doc doesn’t mind Saturn, and they can make comfortable small talk. Outertale Papyrus/Mercury – An amicable relationship. They don’t see each other often, but Doc doesn’t mind Mer at all, and will hold a decent conversation with him.

Farmtale Sans/Sage – Doc holds no animosity towards Sage. Doc holds not much of anything towards Sage. If his view could be defined in a singular word, it would be “disregard”. Most are surprised to find Doc cares not at all about Sage’s seemingly lazy and resistant nature. The fact of the matter is, Doc doesn’t care. He has completely dismissed Sage as being beneath effort or even notice. It’s not his job to fix Sage, and he doesn’t care to try. Farmtale Papyrus/Thyme – There is a good bit of mutual respect here. While they are careful to avoid the topic of Thyme’s brother, they both greatly appreciate how hard the other works to keep everything moving smoothly in their respective areas. Both also appreciate matters of the home, and the wish they could indulge in the peaceful domestics more often. Doc does often chide Thyme for not balancing work/life more efficiently, and they are as close to friends as they can get given how infrequently they directly interact.

G!Sans/Aurum – This one is a mixed bag. Aurum is impulsive and often unthinking and it drives Doc batty on the rare occasion he has to deal with it directly. Even more infuriating is that things typically just “work out” for Aur, when by all accounts they should not have. Doc views Aur largely as an unruly barely-adult, and must constantly resist the urge to lecture. He normally just would, but Doc has found the task pointless, and it’s much more effective to simply set Vir on him. Despite all this, he can respect Aur’s drive and work ethic, even if he finds it’s direction often questionable. G!Papyrus/Viridis – Friendly, when they manage to see each other. Doc appreciates Vir’s calm and intellectual nature. They often compare research findings and enjoy discussing assorted healing techniques, mundane and magical.

(Two in a day, as I know a certain someone was excited to see this)

[emrys-the-wild]

I would have really liked to see Merlin at his full potential. 

I would have liked to see Merlin lean into his role as the most powerful sorcery to ever walk the earth, really become a leader to the druids. I would have liked to see him teach young druids how to control their magic, I would have liked to see him hatch more dragon eggs and really speak to his mother about Balinor. I would have liked to see him become some sort of physician, I would have liked for him to become someone past his destiny. We know all about Arthur and the way that he lead. We know what kind of king he was, and what kind of king he was expected to become. We see him leading knights, and falling in love, and finding himself and really growing as a person. Despite all of the pressure that he felt to be a good king and make his father proud, he still got a life. He broke past his preconceived notions of what kinghood was and became a fully realized person. 

But what about Merlin? We were constantly told that, aside from his shared destiny with Arthur, he was hailed as something of a god to the druids. They viewed him as a leader, and yet we never got to see that side of Merlin. We were told that Merlin was a dragonlord, but we never got to see him learn about his heritage or family history. We were told that he was a physician’s apprentice, and yet we hardly ever got to see him work with herbs or truly heal someone. We were constantly given so much to expect from Merlin; he could have grown into so many different people, but instead the writers ignored those possibilities in favor of devoting Merlin entirely to Arthur and pushing him further into despair and single-mindedness. 

I suppose that you could excuse this as destiny, and say that they had to get rid of all other distractions for Merlin to truly help build this kingdom with Arthur, but then why did Arthur get his happy ending? Yes, he died young and tragically, but his life was filled with love and beauty. He may have had his fair share of difficulty, but in the end, he still had his wife, his best friend, his knights, and his thriving kingdom. 

He wasn’t like Melin, who lost a friend every month and who had to hide away in order to stay beside a king who killed other sorcerers just like him. Merlin, who lost so much for a man who wasn’t even thankful (or aware) for all that Merlin did for him. Merlin didn’t get a happy ending. He lost his innocence, his freedom, and his reason for existence, Arthur. 

Idk man! The writers just seriously set Merlin up for tragedy here. Gave him one singular thing to care about wholeheartedly, and then stole it away. 

[icharchivist]

cries think I made my ask too long so like half of it got deleted bc I typed it right into the askbox. anyways. I come bearing a3 thoughts! at first i was gonna watch the spring/summer and autumn/winter ones and then give my thoughts on both but. turns out i had too many thoughts lol? which i shouldve expected but i actually kind of... got bored by the first two chapters of this event! so i skipped and went to the stranger. and then went back. (1/?)

and then i got to like "tsuzuru and kazunari are having a fight?" and jumped on that like a starving wolf bc helllll yeah! i rly adored kazunari in sardine search, i think he was great! hes just so nice and has good vibes. he and taichi are kind of similar i feel? but i think their respective ages contribute to a lot of difference in their characters. why does it feel like this askbox limit personally wants me dead. (2/?)

anyways! i rly enjoyed the improv scene devolving to a real fight. admittedly i was kinda surprised that the content of that improv wasnt rly too similar to their actual fight? like normally a3 has the story of the play run parallel to like the actual real character drama so i thought the improv might function as the play in this event... it was still good tho. the scene i mean. (3/?)

also i rly liked tenma ragging on them afterwards. like he was mean but. first i adore tenma. second he just felt like. a different meddling type to muku lol? like the vibes he gave me were always like... im going to be a considerate leader and watch out for the ppl under me! therefore im gonna make sure theyre doing fine! aggressively. i think tenmas also just like a friendly person who likes to take care of others in general? like im not saying hes omi or anything but just like. (4/?)

that time he offers his car ride to juza so they can go to school together like hes surprisingly open compared to his initial prickliness. also ive got thoughts abt the tenma juza SSR conversation thing i read. one day ill make a tenma and juza fic and complete a trifecta haha... but thats something for another day! back to the actual story. the way tsuzuru dives right in after kazunari! that was so nice. like its easy to see how much they care abt each other. (5/?)

to the point where like even while theyre fighting theyre like angry but still like fairly quiet bc i think theyre both at least trying to be considerate of each other. ah the moment kazunari didnt respond to tsuzuru trying to talk to him i KNEW he was sick tho. felt proud of myself for calling that one but also the reason i knew is bc i have used the "character being sick during an argument causing them both to make up with each other" trope myself before so uh. like recognizes like haha. (6/?)

anyways the cg there was fuckin beautiful like kazunari looks so sad in the middle bit but then u see his shy smile? like hes sick but hes also like. happy to be there. idk. lovely. i adore kazu i think hes just deeply sweet to other people. tsuzuru telling him "you make everyone around you feel as bright and cheery as the things you design” is so wonderful too (7/?)

now im thinking. ah tsuzuru probably feels quite drained after a script and such (i know i am when i finish any piece--its like the emotions just rush out of me) so i like to think that like yknow. kazunari dropping by his room or whatever helps him set himself back to normal! but also when tsuzurus like oh u left ur magazines here! i suddenly remembered. wait shit kazunari and tsuzuru arent even roommates. wonder how much they bother masumi lmaooo. anyways overall very good story! (8/?)

some more thoughts: itaru and citron were so cute in this event! just like. citron saying itaru winking makes his heart skip a beat and itaru quoting citrons wrong sayings (which. i am also guilty of today i told my brother "we'll jump that bridge when we cross it" so) also i love how yuki is like "thank god i wasnt partnered with that hack" but like. yuki. u could literally just not talk about him. like its so funny to me yuki is like wow i hate tenma but he wont shut up abt him haha (9/?)

i also was a lil taken aback at hearing itaru go "for the lulz" tbh... like it fits him. but im mad it fits him? anywaysss thats all i had for this one! im gonna watch autumn/winter and go say my thoughts on that soon. sorry the ask was so broken up, idk what happened!

OLA FRIEND! Glad to see your thoughts again omg :3c

tho omg the fact tumblr deleted it all + the ask limit was all so evil D: poor friend.

I'm putting my answer under a read more because. Well. *waves hand* it got long.

The non-play events can be perhaps a little harder to get into because unlike the plays events that you start with a clear idea of at least the main plot (re: "they are preparing a play, i know the leads so i know who it will focus on"), non-plays events take a little longer to first set up what event they're participating in, how to prepare for it, and then bring up the conflict and which characters are going to have something to do with said conflict. So i can understand that they're a little harder to get into when we know the plays awaits.

On top of that, the first few events still were a bit tame because since it was early when the app released, i think they didn't go too heavy at once in case some people were still stuck on earlier chapters (esp since especially Winter is hard to unlock)

ANYWAY glad that it sucked you in on the second read :3c

So glad you were invested in that conflict!

Totally agreeing with you about Kazunari, and very good point about Taichi as well! they aren't the Puppy Pair for nothing :'D (Yuki took one look at both of them together and just Knew. His suffering knows no end (lovingly)). But yeah i think they have a lot in common, they both are the really bright and friendly figure, both also started in overcompensating a bit because both wanted to be popular in some ways.

But we do have, on one hand, Kazunari who wanted that rather late in his life while Taichi always thrived for that, the fact Kazunari made friends easily and it's just that he was scared of getting to the next level, while Taichi always struggled with this quest for popularity. In a way too both of them were at least scared to share a part of them, Kazunari worrying to show his thoughts, and Taichi being a spy and all of that... which impacts them really differently considering the guilt it puts on Taichi. And then you add their age into the mix, especially the fact Kazu is the oldest of his troupe and Taichi the youngest of his, it makes them fairly similar all while being fairly different.

both are so interesting to me and i love them bothhh, so it's always nice to see them have focus.

admittedly i was kinda surprised that the content of that improv wasnt rly too similar to their actual fight? like normally a3 has the story of the play run parallel to like the actual real character drama so i thought the improv might function as the play in this event

i love how you are seeing the patterns a3 tends to do it's so neat!

It's true the fight isn't really similar to their actual fight, though i do love that they had "swapped" their personality for the act and ended up insulting each other for theirr swapped personality. Like, Kazunari insulted part of himself in Tsuzuru's character and Tsuzuru did the same?? and then the fight escalated and the way Kazunari broke character hurts bc it's really that Tsuzuru hit where it hurts. But yeah it still wasn't too relevent to their actual fight, though i think the thing is that their fight was as such mostly because they tend to clash often due to their personalities rather than just this singular reason why, so to have the play go more "it's their personalities the problem" kinda hurt lol. But yeah still agreed that it didn't reflect much on the plot itself

I was rereading the improv bit to answer correctly and man since we're going to talk about Tenma next, i just. Love that when Kazunari, breaking character, his eyes sad, tells Tsuzuru "you have no rights talking to me like that..." it then cuts on Tenma being upset. Bc like. Exactly like you say, he wants to look out for the people under him. and like. Kazunari is his friend. A friend he also snapped at once and insulted for being who he was, so he probably could have relived a bit of his fight with Kazunari seeing those two fights; Except that now Kazunari is one of his closest friend and he doesn't like that.

Also like. It was also because he could still hide under the plot of the improv but it's so rare, and it never happened before that point, that Kazunari stands for himself in a "the way you treat me is unfair"? Like again re: his fight with Tenma, when Tenma snapped at him, while Tenma was unfair with him, Kazunari took the blame, called himself annoying and all yaknow?

The fact Kazunari is starting to accept that he can take more place for himself is something the whole Summer Troupe have been trying to help him work on, but especially Tenma. Tenma is always there trying to push Kazunari to say what he means, to express his feelings, to stop hiding.

And for once, Kazunari does that in front of everyone... and it's because he's breaking because of his fight with Tsuzuru.

I think Tenma probably felt it was even more of a reason to get involved like, this is the thing he's been working on with Kazunari about, and now he's being all hurt about it, not on Tenma's watch!

And i totally agree with your take on Tenma! (and would LOVE to read the Tenma and Juza fic once you get to it :3c). I think, Tenma is really caring and is trying to take a place as a caretaker and all, but unlike Omi, he has absolutely no reference for it.

Omi is the eldest of multiple brothers and everything indicates his parents have always been lovely to him. Add to it how he ended up leader of a delinquent crew he was clearly looking after, Omi has a history of taking care of people, of nurturing them, and he knows what he's doing. Meanwhile Tenma grew up on TV sets, mostly surrounded by adults and not by people his age, mostly getting advice from being ordered around by directors i think. And his parents are distant, hyperfocused on their job, not really nursing with him. So Tenma meanwhile really didn't have a family emotional support and was in situation where he couldn't befriend other kids his age. His only reference was probably Igawa (his agent) and i think for a long time he didn't exactly see it, and Igawa remained mostly professional so there was probably the idea of it not being sincere? That Tenma had to grow out of.

So like, they're both extremely nurturing and caring, but my point is that Omi has experiences in it and is at ease with it, while Tenma has been so alone and in places were he had no support system that even if he wants to support others, he still struggles with how to do it because he has no set exemple. And that's his development in the main story arc, to learn from how Izumi shows she cares in order to care back at them all.

Like i mean the way Tenma yelled at them about their mistakes at first feel like he would have picked it up from some directors on TV set yaknow? Probably hearing them say that with no consequences on others actors, seeing it worked, didn't think "that's an abuse of power and the actors probably all think badly of their director for that" but "wow that works", tried it on his troupesmates and realized this is... not how that works. And it's spending time watching how Izumi encourages them that have him fix his way to approach it.

So yeah i got lost too into it but like. I feel you on Tenma i love him so much and i love his development so to see him get pissed and involved there? was really nice. even if he was aggressive about it. He's still learning.

ANYWAY back to Tsuzuru and Kazunari, totally agree with what you say next. They still care a lot about each other and yeah they're at a point where this consideration they have for each other make their anger more quiet than trying to attack one another (Banri could NEVER-). so yeah totally agree with you!

DLKFJDLKF i LOVE the reasoning on "recognizing that Kazunari was sick". Your writer's powers making you see through... *coughs* unlike Tsuzuru....

AND YEAH ALL YOU SAY ABOUT THE CG.. YEAH. Kinda crying thinking about it again now LDKJFLKDJF It's just. Everything about it is so soft and tender. The things Tsuzuru tells Kazunari are soo so sweet sobs. They're just adorable i love those kids. and also i feel you for Kazu he's just that great huh?

The whole set up about Kazu dropping by his room is so so cute! I love it! Like probably the very first time Tsuzuru braces himself because "oh no i'm not in the mood to stand mister hyperenergy himself" but Kazunari quickly adjust his energy so that Tsuzuru can just recharge without being overwhelmed. Yes it would drive Masumi completely nuts. Which i think is a plus for Tsuzuru like, hey, if Masumi gets annoyed once in a while it's a win. But yeah also i think that Tsuzuru and Kazunari should really have the Artistic Soldiarity of Students in Art school Probably Working Until Very Late To Complete Their Projects. Would love if at the end Tsuzuru gave it back yaknow?

but yeah their story was really nice i'm so glad you liked it! :D

oh god yeah Itaru and Citron were SO cute in it too, i also love the comments Citron makes about Itaru's winks. Just there flirting in front of everyone like those two embarrassing friends huh. (probably with Muku being all starry eyes considering he greatly admires both Itaru and Citron and, well, Romance.). And yeah i love how Itaru ends up so much into Citron's rhythm (and this idiom you said? is glorious actually, 10 points for you)

DLKFJDLKF what a call out toward Yuki. "yes i hate Tenma,no i won't shut up about him, also if YOU say you hate Tenma i'm going to stab you with my needles, have a nice fucking day.". I love their dynamics so much aha

And yeah Itaru is there cursing us the whole time with the fact he's the greatest nerd ever and it fits him perfectly. It makes me laugh so hard.

Thank you so much for having shared your thoughts there! it's always a blast to read through them and i dearly enjoyed it! (+ it makes me relive the event a little and it makes me soft!)

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! So glad you had so many thoughts about all of this, what a blast.

thank you for sharing, and looking forward the Autumn/Winter reactions :3c

Take care!

[sennyshockwave]

I’ve had a couple strong headcanons and theories in my head for a while now, and now it’s gotten too much and I need to speak about this one. So let’s talk about Drift’s Great Sword, shall we? Drift’s object of greatest importance, his ID card, his reminder of his change in he- spark from Deadlock the Decepticon to Drift the Autobot. It wasn’t always that way though, now has it? Now starts my headcanon.

Let’s look back to Drift’s past, namely.. when he got himself caught in the New Crystal City. Wing is a knight in the Circle of Light and their Great Swords are objects of ancient value. This very sword is eventually passed on to Drift when Wing dies. Right? That’s right. But let’s take a look at Wing’s sword.

It’s not shown too incredibly often but when it does, do you notice? The gem on it is blue. Each and every single time it is shown.

So one would think that the gem is blue, yes? Even when Drift is handed it at the end, it is blue. So it should stay blue! Well, you would be wrong. Let me show you why, as well as move on to the next part of my observance.

Let’s start with the next part of Drift’s timeline. This is when a series of events lands him in the famous Autobot group, the Wreckers. Immediately out of the gate, what do you think is wrong? What’s different?

The gem is golden. ..Strange, right? Even in All Hail Megatron, it’s the same deal, gold gold and more gold.

Perhaps you would think, hold on Ali.. it’s the same design, surely that’s why the style of it stays the same. Well, let’s look at the next part of his life, More Than Meets The Eye.

So it’s no one-off color, it’s the set gem color for Drift as a character. So yada yada what’s my point? My point is, the moment Drift receives Wing’s great sword and leaves his friend’s home planet, the gem turns from blue to gold. Why is this important? Well, what’s Wing’s optic color?

Golden. They’re golden. Has Wing’s spark been watching over Drift all this time through his old Great Sword? Why else would it change such significant color? Or one so extraordinarily precise as to be gold, like his optics? Drift’s Great Sword is more than just a reminder of who he is, it’s his entire bond through the one most important to him in his waking days. It’s the very object that keeps Wing’s soul alive. Watching him grow and thrive, proud of the obstacles he overcomes.

Now you might be saying, but Ali!!!!! It goes back to blue in Lost Light! Which it does,

White the vibrant blue too if I say so. In fact, it’s brighter than Wing’s was before. For this, I need to take you back a couple steps throughout the MTMTE/Lost Light storyline, and take you to Drift: Empire of Stones. After Drift’s original exile from the Lost Light ship, he runs through the galaxy, hunting down Decepticons and keeping innocents safe. Exactly what Wing had set out to do before he met him, right? Well, EOS is the very turning point of Drift’s Great Sword tipping back into Wing’s blue. How could this be? I have an answer. Drift being exiled from the Lost Light has caused him to focus on himself, not him straining to tiptoe around the Ex-Decepticon label everyone back on the ship gave him, not trying extensively to get the captain’s approval, but to focus on him as a person. The person he wants to be. And that person is a hero unplagued by his past. By doing this he saves the organics, fulfilling the promise he made to Wing eons ago. Despite the hardships, deadnaming, murderous reminders, and deep rationalizing he goes through in Empire of Stones, he walks out of it possibly happier and clearer than he had ever been in his life.

So why is the gem blue again? For the first time, Drift is at pure peace with himself. Throughout Lost Light he seems unphased by his past or his emotions. Rarely, if ever I think?? Do we see anyone pestering him, and although he goes through Megatron, it’s through the act of the two instantly making peace with each other and what happened with Deadlock. Wing is no longer needed to watch Drift grow, because he’s finally at the peak of his purpose. Wing, as stated in the Wiki, saw someone “in need of help”, of guidance, to take him to “the side of the angels”. Wing died in that battle on Theophany, but his self-proclaimed job wasn’t over. Drift was horribly lost, conflicted, and lonesome. But when Ratchet comes to bring him back to the Lost Light, to his new home, he’s in such a better headspace and from there on out, he is content. And Wing moves on, as Drift does not need him anymore.

Which begs the question, if Great Swords are apparently sacred, holy, religious artifacts passed down throughout the Circle of Light, surely their main importance can’t come from the singular fact that it uses Spark energy? There must be something more. Perhaps, and just maybe, Great Swords are an object of finding one’s way in life. It led Wing to Drift, and it led Drift through his entire redemption arc and then some. Dai Atlas, who had hated Drift throughout the entire series, the leader of the Circle of Light, gave Drift the Great Sword in hoping that he would “find peace” with himself. Perhaps it wasn’t just a Wing reminder, but an aid. To give him someone constantly by his side, someone dearly important, for as long as he needed the presence. And just maybe.. Drift could hear him through his mediations. Or saw him when he was in Vector Sigma. Maybe we’ll never know.

But hey!!! That’s all for now folks, if you read this all then holy shit! Gold star!!!!!

[lazyliars]

If you're still doing character breakdowns- Wilbur and/or Ghostbur? :)

How I feel about this character

c!Wilbur is my og favorite. The drug van stream was the first one I watched on the SMP, from Sapnap’s perspective, and was also my first introduction to Wilbur as a cc - needless to say, he won my heart IMMEDIATELY.

So. Wilbur is one of the most tragically misremembered characters in the entire cast. It’s honestly kind of a beautiful genius how skewed the narrative about him has become, considering how his story was entwined with a certain musical; he is literally now the “villain in their history.”

But early Wilbur wasn’t Burr - he was the Washington to Tommy’s Hamilton, the calming presence in a sea of uncertainty, and the voice of change in a status quo that didn’t favor him and his people.

Wilbur’s early values centered around Peace. While his first endeavors were an attempt at creating a drug empire, the speed at which things changed when Sapnap and Tubbo played cops and threatened him and Tommy was blinding - the character he played switched from a semi-corrupt drug dealer to a noble-minded leader in barely an hour, but progression was clear - the catalyst for change, for L’manberg, was a desire to make things fair for himself, and for Tommy.

He wasn’t a flawless leader even back then, not by any standards, but his men followed him because they believed in him, and they believed in what they were all creating together.

And the idea that they, a group of underdogs, could possibly challenge the ruling powers of the time? That they could challenge tyrants?

That was what Wilbur fostered. That was one of the founding principles of L’manberg.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Sally the Salmon. Next question.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I think that Wilbur and Eret’s relationship is criminally underrated. It’s hard to remember now, but pre-betrayal? Eret and Wilbur were friends. Eret was someone who Wilbur trusted to be responsible when he couldn’t trust the same the other, more immature members of L’manberg.

And listen, for the people who started watching later down the line, I’m sure that Eret is someone you probably know as being defined by his title as ‘traitor,’ but I cannot convey just how unbelievable it was at the time. Literally no one, NO ONE suspected Eret, it took everyone by surprise, cc and audience alike. Eret was L’manberg’s rock, one of it’s workhorses along with Tubbo, it’s cool, chilled out emotional support, one of it’s founders!

And Eret’s betrayal hit no one harder than it did Wilbur. The blame for allowing it to happen, the inability to fully trust another person with his burdens?

I truly believe that the betrayal dealt an early blow to the foundations of Wilbur’s mental health that he never truly recovered from, and which would ultimately be the flaw in the structure that caused everything to come falling down around him when the weight of the elections and exile was placed on him.

If Wilbur’s ability to trust had remained intact, I don’t think the Pogtopia arc would have played out in the dark way that it did. The clearest example of this is the button room, and Wilbur’s last(ish) words, echoing Eret’s: “It was never meant to be.”

(and none of this is fully on Eret’s shoulders, either. cc!Eret described their character as “one of the earliest victims of Dream’s manipulations” and beyond that, c!Wilbur is still ultimately the one responsible for his own actions, regardless of how he was hurt. But I do think that the way that Eret’s betrayal fractured Wilbur is an under appreciated moment for the both of them, as it is the core of Wilbur’s final arc and it fuels Eret’s desire for redemption, as they want to make up for the way that they damaged things.)

My unpopular opinion about this character

Ghostbur was a weak character up until his involvement in Doomsday.

There, I said it! I’m sorry!!!!

...This opinion comes mostly from my own wish at the time for Alivebur/Deadbur/whatever to, like, face up to his mistakes and failings, and how Ghostbur just was not there to do that. He was fundamentally not a continuation of the character I was invested in, and even as an individual character on his own I think that a lot of his additions to the story weren’t played out as strongly as they could’ve been.

I think a good portion of this is for meta reasons, as cc!Wilbur just wasn’t active on the SMP as much at that point, and had said as much was going to happen, I just personally wish he had done things differently/only gotten on the server to chill with people non-canonically.

And then that aaaaaaaall changed in the aftermath of Doomsday, my abhorred. Ghostbur is one of the highlights of that event, he pulls some of the most disparate narrative conflicts back together to create something coherent and utilizes his role as a very minor character to drastic advantage by displaying the cost of the “ends justify the means” mentality that was a “focal point” of the conflict, focal being used loosely here because the narrative was so all over the place that it’s difficult to pick out singular parts to focus on.

Since then Ghostbur has been a more platable character for me, as it gave him what I as a viewer personally consider necessary to fully enjoy and be drawn in by a character: a character motivation. Ghostbur wanted to be resurrected.

He’s fallen off again in terms of activety, and that goal has changed a little, but ultimately the character revelations that Doomsday gave us still make him a “good character” to me.

^^^The criticism here is all on a very subjective level, and I hope it goes without saying that it is truly just my opinion... my, unpopular opinion.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I will be real, I am such a fan of the Eldritch Wilbur theory/interpretation/whatever. Essentially, the idea that Wilbur will be revived and become a worldwide, existential threat due to having stewed in the vast emptiness of the afterlife.

Now, my initial reaction was very skeptical, as I am very interested in a Wilbur who comes back and regrets what he’s done, rebukes his own “villain arc” so to speak.

However, I am also enamored with the idea that the Afterlife changes you. That the time you spend there can warp you into a facsimile of yourself - if you stare into the void long enough, it will stare back.

I also think that there is a thematic draw to the idea of facing Wilbur as an antagonist again, especially for the OG L’manbergians. He is, in a lot of ways, their greatest failure.

I think what that means is different to each of them; To Tommy, he failed to save Wilbur from himself, to prove to him that it really wasn’t too late to take it back; To Tubbo, he failed to be Wilbur, to be president, to fit those shoes and make him proud. To Fundy, he failed to get what he wanted from his relationship with Wilbur, to find a time where the affection and love was going both ways; To Eret, well, It’s obvious.

So if Wilbur is coming back as an antagonist, I want those four to be the ones to fight him. I want them to prove him wrong. I want them to be better than him. I want them to reach out. I want them to tell him what he always needed to hear, and I need it to be true: “It was always meant to be.”

I want them to prove to Wilbur wrong, that he is right for this server; I need them to succeed this time, and save him.