#srry hope its not confusing

[sammylkcho]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a sprout x reader*g/n* (romantic/fluff) with just a reader who likes to bite him like in a vampire away since he’s like a strawberry so the reader likes to bite and just slurp the flavor like a vampire (I don’t know how to explain it so Srry if it’s hard to understand)

I decided to turn this into a half-headcanon with a oneshot because when I tried writing the full oneshot, I hated the result. So, here we are jnwdajkdsa

hope you like it! <3

—I feel like the first time you bit him, it was simply because a voice in your head said: "He's like a strawberry; strawberries smell good and have a tangy juice that makes them taste nice... would he taste like that too?" (A bit of a silly way of thinking, but hey, no judgment here)

—So... *sip*

—It happened during a hug, and you just buried your head into his neck and gave him a small bite, nothing too serious!

—Yes, he tasted exactly how strawberries would taste.

—Though Sprout’s flavor leaned more sweet than tangy

—Our dear Berry Boy must have been VERY confused when you did that

—"Oooh, they look like vampire marks! :D" That’s probably what you said after getting a tiny taste of him

—He likely just felt a slight tingle on his neck after you did it, unsure what to make of it

—Eventually, when the two of you discuss it and agree that it’s okay, it might turn into a peculiar but endearing little habit.

—Oneshot time!

You had been patiently waiting for Sprout to finish baking an apple pie that both of you had been craving for days. Today was the perfect day to make it since neither of you was busy—especially Sprout, who was usually the busier one as one of the mains.

While the pie baked, you kept him company, chatting about your activities over the past few days. You mentioned how Teagan had invited you for tea and how Glisten had given you some tips on "the perfect attire."

The atmosphere was cozy, almost domestic, as if nothing else in the world mattered except for the two of you. It was a sweet, heartwarming moment.

The timer Sprout had set finally went off, pulling both of you out of your little bubble.

He smiled at you before turning around to grab oven mitts and carefully remove the pie from the oven. He handled the tray with precision, ensuring he didn’t get burned.

Moments like these weren’t uncommon between the two of you. Sprout’s love for cooking, especially baking, often led to such shared experiences, where you’d keep him company in the kitchen and spend time together.

But this time, you didn’t tease him about how impatient you were to taste his creation, as you usually did. Your thoughts were elsewhere, swirling with curiosity as you kept watching him.

How would your beloved Berry Boy taste?

Sure, anyone would assume that Sprout, being a strawberry, would taste like one. But the idea left you unsatisfied.

You needed to know. Would his juice lean sweeter or more tangy, like some strawberries could?

“All done. Now we just need to let it cool” Sprout announced, his voice breaking through your cloud of thoughts.

You noticed the apple pie resting on the counter, steam curling lazily from its surface as it cooled. Oddly, you didn’t feel the usual craving for the dessert.

“Mmh... it looks delicious!” you replied with some enthusiasm, though your focus was elsewhere.

Before your sweet tooth could kick in, you stepped closer to Sprout and hugged him from behind, surprising him with the sudden action.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you inadvertently loosened his scarf.

You pretended to nuzzle into his neck, eliciting a lighthearted chuckle from Sprout, who seemed to find your playful antics endearing. Then, without much thought, you gave him a gentle bite—like a cat—and even sucked a little to settle your curiosity.

It was..

Silence stretched as you tried to find the right words to describe the strawberry-like flavor of Sprout’s juice.

That’s it! It was a mix where sweetness dominated over tanginess. Unusual, but delicious.

Pulling back slightly, you inspected his neck to see the results of your impulsive act. The area was tinged a pale red from your playful nibble.

“You did that like you were some kind of vampire” Sprout remarked, his tone more amused than anything else.

“Oh, oh! Yes, like a vampire!” you replied with a soft laugh, still clinging to him like a plush toy.

It wasn’t a bad thing, you thought. If Sprout didn’t mind, maybe this could become a quirky little habit. You’d be his personal vampire, savoring his precious, sweet, and tangy “blood.”

[lucimaaie]

left behind ✧.* spiderwoman au

pairings - ellie williams x fem!reader

summary - with ellie preoccupied with the city, your relationship suffers.

warnings - had to put this in that ao3 font just to finish it but i did it, angst no comfort (i'm srry), 3k word count almost 4k, still kinda short tho, was kinda battling writers block so be aware, loosely proofread, very dramatic bc i was bored, r is having a bad day :((

playlist | spidey masterlist

“You didn’t think to tell me you had this?” Ellie was exasperated, leaning against the counter as the orb stared back at her. Taunting her. 

“I..Ellie, this thing came out of you.” You’d hoped the words were enough to settle the conflict you felt brewing. You knew it wasn’t. “Do you really think I wanted to talk about it?”

Ellie scoffed. “You at least could’ve told me,” She picked it up with her gloved fingers. Having no regard for safety like you with your layers of gloves plus the tongs just to put it in the dish sitting in front of you. “Would’ve helped me figure out how a bunch of assholes got their hands on superpowered guns.”

“Well, blame it on me then.” You said through a deep sigh, crossing your arms. You wanted to be mad. To tell her she was being completely unreasonable and stormed off. Yet the droop of her eyes and the tenseness in her arms made it impossible; She looked too tired to argue, to fight back. 

“Not what I meant,” The forceful push of air from her lips almost echoed in the quiet apartment. She used the counter to brace herself, still not taking her eyes off the neon orb. She stared at it like it could move the moment she blinked.

“Yeah, I know.” The words came out mumbled as you approached her, coming up behind her. “I know,” The texture of her suit was surprisingly soft despite its markings. Tickling your fingertips as you squeezed her shoulders. The tension in them was tangible. “What are you thinking?”

Ellie didn’t respond. The stretch of her arm to grab the small dish was the only indication she was still in the moment. Closer inspection didn’t ease the frown off her face or the tension in her shoulders. “I just..need to figure out what this thing is,” 

“Okay,” You whispered. “How about a shower first?” You suggested softly, prying the orb from her hands and setting it down. “Yeah?”

Without her sight, she seemed to have more attention to give you, her face softening as she laid her eyes on you. You were right. Her limbs were weaker than she wanted to admit. Combine that with the adrenaline and confusing mix of irritation and anxiety, and she was a complete and utter mess. “Yeah,” She relented. 

To say you lost Ellie to a tiny blue orb was embarrassing to say the least. And painful, but that was a thought you didn’t want to fully unpack. It was enough to reach out and grip cold sheets each morning for the past few weeks. 

She seemed to be around in small shifts: Awake when you were asleep, away when you were awake. The most you’d laid your eyes on her was when she was suiting up and getting ready to get back on the streets. To make things worse, your parents had started to ask questions and you had no good truth to tell them. 

And you knew you couldn’t complain. That was the worst part. What a bitch you would be to complain about your world-saving girlfriend not being around.

A knock to the door was not what you expected. Seeing your parents was doubly unexpected. You thought your sunny texts and short placating phone calls would be enough. 

“Coming!” You yelled, scrambling to make your living room not look like you’d been camping out in it for the past few hours. They were starting to get impatient as you swept the crumbs off your dining table and gathered handfuls of empty chip bags to throw away. You sighed heavily, looking at the state of your kitchen. Deciding it would just have to be fine, you finally answered the door. 

“Ma, Pa. You didn’t tell me you were coming to visit.” The two practically pushed themselves in, setting plastic containers of food on the counters. The two were too presentable just to be in the dirty kitchen of your small apartment. They shared a look you couldn’t decipher after glancing around the decor of your combined living room and kitchen. Though, they didn’t have to speak for you to feel the judgement. “I’m..sorry for the mess,”

“We would’ve called, but we were..around anyway.” 

You furrowed your brows, knowing that was a bold face lie. This was the first time they’d ever been here since helping you move in and it was clear they were not in love with what you and Ellie did with the place. “Yeah?”

Your mom hummed. You looked to your dad unsurprised to see him going along with your mom’s unbelievable excuse. You knew better to go fishing for the truth so bluntly. 

“Well, I won’t say no to free dinner.” You busied yourself with putting the food up, hopefully avoiding their awkward attempt to avoid what they were really here for.

“So, where’s Ellie?” Your dad asked. 

Ah, the golden question. You wondered that yourself. “She’s at work. The..internship”

It didn’t take a mind reader to know they didn’t believe you. Maybe, two weeks ago, when your excuses were fresh to the ears. 

“At an internship you’d think they’d give her some off days.” Your mom remarked, moving leisurely into the living room. She was careful in sitting her purse down on the coffee table. It was a wonder she’d made no comments about how you could brighten up the room. She was trying at the least. Your dad on the other hand wore his intentions on his sleeve in his firm and pensive expression. 

“She volunteered for as much as possible,” The words fell off your tongue with ease as you filled up a kettle and set it on the front eye of the stove. You opted to stay close to it, instead of checking to see if they took the lie well. “She’s just trying to get ahead of things before graduation.” 

Your parents mumbled their own versions of praise for the absent girl. It soon grew quiet, neither of you having anything useful to say. The awkwardness reminded you of the stern talking to’s you’d been subjected to when you got anything lower than a B on a report card. That was the worst thing you’d done as a kid. What would they say if they knew you were covering for Ellie’s vigilantism?

“Did Ellie ever find her family? At the attack a few weeks ago?” Your dad finally spoke, his deep voice filling the cramped space. His features were firm, almost daring you to lie again. But you weren’t one of his suspects. You wouldn’t crumble. 

You turned around, giving the kettle a break from your stare. “Mhm.” You took slow steps into the living room and sat at the edge of the coffee table. “They were stuck in traffic so far back, they weren’t targeted.”

Another round of “that’s good’s” and the tension was back on. “Listen,” Your dad started, his firm demeanor softening into something almost nervous. The way your mom silently assured him only made you more afraid for his revelation.  “I wanted to reach out to her folks and check on em and..”

“And?”

“They don’t..they’re gone. She has no living family left.” He said gingerly.

Even having known the fact, it still made your heart clench as much as when you first told her. You had been careful to keep your reaction subtle, knowing pity wasn’t what she wanted from you. “She..” You started, the reminder catching you in a lie she mindlessly told. “She was talking about her Aunt and Un—“

They didn’t wait for another one of your lies to speak. “They live in Jackson. Wyoming.” Your father stated matter of factly. 

You sputtered in search of another excuse, but you had nothing left. He knew more than you were hoping he did. He knew nothing of what Ellie had told you in whispers and short confessions, he knew what was documented on paper. “You did a background check,” Your words were mumbled, barely containing your irritation. The betrayal made your blood run hot, mixing with the anger at being left neglected, and making a scolding combination bubble up through your veins. 

Your mom rushed in to desolate the impending argument. “We just want you to be aware, baby.”

“I am.” You snapped, rising to your feet. The temporary difference in height gave you confidence to let your anger loose. “I’m aware enough to know you’re lying about why you’re really here.” Your arms were tightly crossed, your own nails digging into your skin. 

“We’re looking out for you,” Your dad stood, defensiveness triggered by what he perceived was your displaced anger for the loving parents that were trying to protect you. 

“By doing a background check on my girlfriend,” You affirmed, your voice raised on the thin verge of yelling. “What the hell?” 

“Watch it,” Your father said, placing his hands on his hips. That firm warning would’ve been enough to make you eat your words and run up to your room. “By looking at the situation with an open mind.”

You scoffed, walking off to check on the boiling water for tea you barely wanted to offer anymore. You didn’t want them to stay and continue to shit on your relationship. Not when you were feeling insecure about it yourself. “What situation?” 

“How’d she really get shot?” 

“What?” You turned around to face them, face contorted in a mix of confusion and deepening irritation. They were getting more and more outrageous with their assumptions and you were just barely keeping your tone respectful. 

“The story she gave us doesn’t make sense,” Your mom said, her voice firm yet gentle. “You can’t blame us for thinking something’s wrong—“ 

“Not when you’re fishing for something wrong,” You reached over the stove to flick the knob the other way and take the kettle off the scalding eye. “Nothing is wrong, okay? So just trust me on that,” You could barely process what you were doing while you were fuming like this. That was until you felt the overwhelming burn on your palm. “Shit–” 

“Are you okay? Your mom was by your side as you pulled your hand away from the hot metal. Your dad already had the faucet running with lukewarm water. 

The burning softened into an achy feel in the skin that was already starting to blister. You rushed to the sink to drown the burn in water. The pain had your eyes filling with tears. You bit your lip, swallowing down a sob. Now was not the time to break down. “M’fine, just..go.”

They didn’t move. At the sight of tears, the firmness fell from your father’s face. You didn’t want to see it.

“Go,” You said louder. "Please?"

It was deathly quiet as the two made a slow, concerned exit. The sight of your hand blurred as hot tears ran down your face. The ache only gave you another reason to crumble.

The ache in your hand hadn’t stopped even after a few hours. Painkillers dulled the feeling, leaving it up to painful reminders of the injury. 

You had tried to busy yourself with cleaning up the pigsty that was your apartment, but nothing you did calmed you down from the earlier argument with your parents. Fighting was never something you liked doing. The aftermath was even worse. Your stubbornness had come from the very couple you’d argue with and your relationship would most likely be at a stalemate until one side caved. However long that’d take.

Yet another relationship in limbo. 

Preoccupied with your thoughts, you’d barely heard Ellie come in. Even when she hadn't come in ranting you could sense she’d made it home. Now, she hadn’t even gotten a remark about tracking dirt into the house. You didn’t have it in you.

“Hey,” Ellie breathily greeted you as she pulled off her hood and mask and padded into your bedroom to change. 

“Hm? Oh, hi.” You wrung out the dish towel, ignoring the pressure against your scared palm. The splatter of the runoff filled the space between you. “How was..” You turned around, watching Ellie down a glass of water in a set of clean pajamas. 

“Fine,” She scratched her brow. “How was— What happened?” She pushed herself off the counter to turn to grab your hand, inspecting the injury. Her brows furrowed at the sight of your patchy bandage work done with some leftover gauze from her old discharge kit.

“Nothing,” You mumbled. Her concern should’ve been heartwarming considering the growing distance. Though, it only made you tug your hand from hers. You mindlessly began to wipe the counters. 

“Well something did.” Her eyes followed you despite the lack of eye contact from you. The action only made her more suspicious. She couldn’t help it. She had woken up thinking about how much damage superpowered criminals brung onto the city while she rested. It felt like her brain was wired for only that purpose, leaving her barely any time to tend to you. 

“I don’t want to talk about it. Maybe it’s fine,” You mumbled, rounding the island to the sink. 

Ellie frowned. Your passive-aggression wasn’t lost on her nor was the current state of your relationship. She hadn’t been here long enough to see you get up and fix coffee, much less to see how you hurt yourself. She thought she could just..make it up to you once this was all over. Shitty, but she had to think of some way to balance the two. You were having none of that. 

“Then..what do you want to talk about?” She asked quietly, taking tentative steps behind you. Her hands itched to wrap around your waist and press her thumb between your brows to soothe the irritated frown you wore. Instead, she rung her hands together, hoping the pressure would distract her. 

“I don’t know, Ellie.” That was a lie. Other times, you wished for her to come home so you could talk her ear off about nothing in particular. When your parents had gone out the door, you wished she was here to listen. Sometimes you took to your memories, thinking of the times you would pass time debating over things that didn’t really matter. Now? You said a total of 15 words to each other a day. 

You wrung out the towel again, softly grunting at the throbbing in your palm. “You know what? I lied.” You turned around, gripping the counter as tight as your hands would allow. “I’m pissed. Like, beyond pissed and I feel like I’m..crazy for it. I mean, you’re a hero. You’re out helping people every day and I’m pissed I can’t have anything upwards of five minutes with you. Yeah, the city’s important. I get that. Believe me, I do, but aren’t I—?” 

“What? You know you are.” Ellie leaned against the counter, replying exasperatedly. Ironically, now the weight of the day started to be a bother now. She had done enough to make her shoulders ache by just raising her arms. She didn’t want to think about arguing with you. 

“I sure as hell don’t feel like it.” You huffed, starting to clean the sink furiously. “And I don’t like that my parents are starting to have doubts either—“

“What?” Her whole body seemed to perk up at that, tiredness being replaced with dread and uneasiness. Ellie knew she hadn’t exactly been the biggest social butterfly but she thought she’d done okay. Minus the leaving-dinner-to-go crime-fighting part.

“They know you’re not around.” You threw the towel into the sink, flexing your hand to ease the pain. “I guess my excuses weren’t good enough.” You left her alone in the kitchen and sat on the couch. The lack of productivity only seemed to make you more tense granted by the way your leg bounces uncontrollably. You practically lunged for the painkillers and attempted to open it. “Still doesn’t make what they did right— Shit.” You threw the bottle away and rested your head in your palm. 

Ellie watched the scene with conflicted eyes. She wanted to help you. She should’ve been in here in the first place to prevent any of this from happening. She had never wanted to make you so unhappy. She sat next to you gingerly, grabbing the bottle and making two pills fall into her palm. She tentatively held her hand out to you. 

You took them, reaching for the water when she grabbed it for you. You snatched it from her despite the immediate guilt bubbling in your gut. This was happening for a reason. You were right to be mad, right? You couldn’t tell. The pills went down easy, though that did nothing to ease the tension in your jaw. “Is this how it’s gonna be?”

She didn’t have to ask to know what you meant. “No.”

“No.” You parroted back as you turned back to look at her. “Really?”

Ellie didn’t meet your eyes, purposefully concerning herself with an insignificant spot on the floor guiltily, shielding herself from your annoyance. “It’s not always gonna be like this. I’m trying, okay? I swear, I’ll be all yours after I figure this out–”

“And I’m just supposed to wait here?” You mumbled, threading your fingers through your hair to the point where they got tangled. 

“Look, this isn’t forever.” Ellie scooted closer to you, clueless as to how to comfort you in this moment. Usually, she knew exactly what to do, how to hold and console whenever you got this stressed, but now she had nothing. Her words of assurance were empty and as tired as she was and her presence only seemed to be aggravating your stress at this point. Was it terrible that she wished someone needed her right now? 

“What if it is?” You blurted, roughly untangling your hair from your fingers and raising your head. 

“It’s not.” Ellie denied quickly, agitated that you were even thinking that. “It’s not.” She said softer this time. Her hand reached out to pry your arms from their crossed state, despite the rising fear of you pushing her away. Surprised you didn't, she quickly acted on the opportunity and took your hand in hers, rubbing patterns on the back of your hand. 

“But what if it is?” You insisted, struggling to keep your ground in the face of the infection. There was a part of you who hated the argument. That thought you should’ve shut up and left it alone, enjoy this time you had with her. The other part couldn’t stand the thought of letting it fester only for it to result in something bigger than just an argument. “Whether I like it or not you’ll always have the city on your back.”  

Ellie took in a long sigh and exhaled audibly. Her grip on your tightened as if you would snatch your hand away at any moment and walk out the door, tired of waiting and tired of being left behind for the strangers of New York. 

“You’re a hero. I know that and I-I love that about you. I just..” You huffed, already regretting the admission on the tip of your tongue. “I didn’t think it would feel so..lonely.”

The words stung. Ellie knew she was being stretched ten different ways across the city in one summer alone. She’d gotten so comfortable with wearing the mask that she hadn’t thought about what she was leaving behind. Her throat was dangerously dry as she fixed her lip to speak. She thought about apologizing, making it up to you with some grand gesture, but that'd only be a patch fix. “So..what do you wanna do?”

“I don’t know.” You stood, grabbing your jacket off the hook near the door and slipping it on. 

Ellie was on her feet before she could process it. The sight of you getting ready to leave had her mind jumping to all kinds of illogical conclusions. She watched your movement with unwavering focus, like a puppy dreading their owner's departure. “Where are you going?” The words came out rushed in spite of her attempts to sound calm. 

“On a walk.” You intoned, twisting the doorknob and slipping out the door. Catching a glance of her disheartened state. She looked a mess, drowning in oversized clothes and sweaty strands that had no regard for where they ended up. She’d thought you were already gone based on how she’d withdrawn, pacing languidly with a pensive expression that told you her mind was already running miles with the worst outcomes. 

“I’m coming back.” You assured her, or tried to at least. 

Her head perked up, relieved to see you still there. She looked down, inwardly reminding herself she was still in the doghouse. “I know.” She whispered, pulling her lips into a thin line. 

With one last look, you closed the door and headed out of the building and out onto the streets. 

You had no idea how long it had been since you left. Desperate to flee the tense scene, you had forgotten your phone and wallet. Though the empty space in your pockets allowed an ample space for your hands to occupy, so you hadn’t complained. You’d get home soon enough, right?

Your mind became too preoccupied with justifying everything said in the past hour to support your directional problem and soon you became lost. It all seemed to add up. First, your parents, then the burn, picking a fight with Ellie, and now you were lost. Everything seemed to come together to make your day as equally as shitty as you felt. It only seemed right to allow yourself the time to sulk. 

The bench beneath you had gone warm with your temperature, leaving the spot next to you as cold as the midnight air. Your sweatpants had become littered with barely dried imprints of teardrops. There was no denying you were a sad sight. 

But you weren’t looking for comfort. Today was just..an irritatingly challenging day. Tomorrow would be normal. 

“Don’t move.” Tomorrow became a past thought as you felt cold metal press to your temple. It didn’t take long to register what it was. Your hands immediately went up despite the impulse to wipe the evidence of vulnerability painted on your face. You knew better. Though you were sure, whoever was behind you could feel your heart beating seemingly outside your body.

 “What do you want?” No response. “What do you want?” You demanded, response coming as a hard whack to the back of your head. The ache was immediate, blurring your vision and only stoking the flames of confusion, panic, and anger all huddled up inside you. Before you could muster up a response, your hair was grabbed, making your head fall back. 

“Look up,” There was a robotic quality in the voice behind you, only confusing you further. It was soon solved as your head was moved to allow a flying creature in the sky into your view. You strained to see him, the ache making it hard to focus on anything. Your eyes widened once it became clear what you were seeing. A regular man surrounded by enough tech to make him hover in the air without a single worry of falling. That was all you were allowed sight of until another blow made everything fade into black.

thank you for reading!

[moriitis]

HIII, how are you?? I hope you're having a great day/night!

I just wanted to tell you that I REALLY loved the HCs about Toby being a father (and the one where the child died left a severe trauma in me..)

So I was thinking—could you please write one where him and his child (maybe a girl?) have a day out together? Like going for a walk in the woods or.. maybe going to the mcdonald's or something like that? Or just doing something fun together! I would really love to read that! C:

you're one of my favorite writers, and I really enjoy your work! :3

(also, I’m really nervous bc I’ve never requested anything before, so please don’t make fun of me or smth😭🙏) srry if bad english :b

Oh my god, bet.

But quickly, admire;

HCs under cut!

"Hey, w-wh-what toy did you get?" Toby utters, leaning over the table to peer over toward the box in the kid's hands. The young girl admired the box closely, with a steady precision before shrugging softly. "I don't know," she whined softly, narrowing a glance at her dad that had stolen a fry from her side of the table. "They're all different inside." Holding out a hand, Toby lifted an index finger. "Let me look." Quickly, the young girl pulled the box close to her chest - protecting it with a furrowed brow. Confusion etched across his features as he studied her and her prized toy intently. "What?" he asked with a shrug in his shoulder, taking a moment to take a cautious gaze around the McDonalds. It was quiet, which was no surprise, it was a moody, midday Monday. There weren't many people inside; which is how he liked it. Last thing he needed was more attention, especially when he technically snuck his kid out to grab something to eat. "You're going to open it," the kid whined, earning an honest chuckle from Toby. Shit, he hadn't thought of that but now she gave him an idea. Immediately, he threw his hands up in surrender and shook his head softly, a big dumb grin across his features. "Whoaaa, damn, I-I- I won't," he chuckled in-between a stutter, the child eyeing him suspiciously for a moment before sliding the box toward his direction. Catching it with ease, Toby assessed the box. It was probably another crappy, cheap toy; at least it wasn't a book or something. The promotion was from this upcoming kids film he'd never heard from but it had some cats and dogs in it; something the kid loved. "Looks boring," he mumbled, sliding the box back toward the little girl that sat opposite him. "You know, when I was a k-kid, t-these toys were wayyy b-b-better." There was a smug grin across his face, like back in his day he was even allowed to eat at McDonalds - his family were too broke even for this greasy shit.

"So, was that like.. forty years ago?" the child asked, fingernails toying with the edge of the box as she peeled it open. Toby could feel a dagger in his heart, shit, did he look that old?

"I'm nn-not that old-" he protested, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand as he observed - finding himself way too eager to figure out what kind of toy she got.

With a soft shuffle, the kid pulled out the toy and out fell out a little plastic toy of a ginger cat. Sure, it was a kids toy, but was that it? It opened its mouth and.. that was it? Toby's lips narrowed, trying to surprise some laughter at just the thought alone.

"Awh! A kitty!" the little girl exclaimed with excitement, holding it up in front of his face and waving it about proudly. Toby's eyes fluttered, trying to focus on the toy before leaning back a little to take one more look around the restaurant.

"Hey, you g-gonna eat that?" he asked, pointing at a lone nugget that sat on the table. The girl, who was too preoccupied with the cat at this point, simply shrugged; which gave Toby a clear signal that he'd just eat it for himself. He'd only just managed to scrape by enough for a kids meal, so he'll eat whatever was left behind.

A silence fell between him and the kid as he run his tongue over his bottom teeth, remaining on high alert. The last thing he wanted was to get caught.

"Daddy, look, look, you're not looking!" Toby blinked and glanced toward his daughter, narrowing his brows for a moment. The kid pottered the toy cat along the table, meowing loudly and suddenly attacking Toby's other hand he had flat on the table.

"This cat's l-l-loud-" Toby mumbled, watching with a little smile across his face. A part of him still couldn't believe this was his kid? He could see Lyra in her eyes. Lyra would've loved her; he hoped anyway.

"Well, yeah, they are loud, look - listen, I can do a really loud meow-"

Before she even got a chance to suck in a deep breath, Toby clamped a hand over her mouth quickly.

"No, no, no, no, I believe you!" he exclaimed in a hushed whisper, cautiously removing his hand away from her mouth. "Plus, my m-mmeow would be l-louder." He shrugged with a challenging smirk.

"Daddy's are not allowed to meow," his daughter chuckled, leaning back on the leather chair with a glint of mischief in her eyes. Toby took it as a challenge, the whole 'responsible parent' being thrown out the window at the thought of out-meowing his daughter in a restaurant.

"What?! Who the h-hell made that rule up? Dad's are t-totally allowed to meow."

The little girl continued to giggle, shaking her head with a little, "nuh-uh" following.

Toby took a look around, cleared his throat and quickly sucked in a breath before releasing a loud 'meow' that practically stopped everyone in their tracks; looking over toward him with concern. The kid was a giggling mess, Toby watching with a hint of satisfaction across his features.

"See?" he asked, pinching another fry from her happy meal box. They were pretty cold, but he'd take it. It took a moment for the little girl to recover from her laughing fit, shaking her head softly.

"Not loud enough." Toby raised a brow, shaking his head softly with a little chuckle to himself.

Maybe becoming a dad made everything worth it.

[caramelmiacchiato]

especially after the HEARTBREAKING ending of fearless, could I request a cute fluffy little hcs/fic with kaipaedyn and their daughter please??

hiii!! im kinda confused on why u would ask this to me, but also very honored so thank you??? 😭 i dont write fics, but i can make some headcanons for u!! so here u go, i hope u like it <3

* major spoilers for the ending of fearless!!!

During kit's first two years she HATED to wear clothes in general. specially shirts. so she would js wear diapers most of the time bc no one could convince her to do different;

Her first word was prolly blueberry or smth (Paedyn might have laughed a little too hard at Kai's reaction)

She's obsessed with blueberries, even more than Paedyn;

On her fifth bday Kai paid a blacksmith to make her a dagger w a hilt on her favorite color and w an engraved pattern of her favorite flower (she loved it so much she slept holding the dagger every night for the first month. they had to take it out of her hand everyday so she wouldnt accidentally stab herself);

Tho they would only let her use it under their supervision;

She can't stand still while sleeping. Since she was a baby she moved a lot to the point she woke up on the wrong side of the bed almost every night. thats pretty much why she never sleeps on her parents bed (she only does so when she has nightmares);

Kai, Paedyn and Kit celebrate Kitt's, Ava's and Adena's birthdays every year under the willow tree. They eat the dead's favorite foods, share stories and make flower crowns. these r Kit's favorite days of the year bc her parents take the entire day off of rulling the kingdom and spend only w the three of them;

if Kit is a psychic then Kai non ironically calls her little psychic. but i believe its possible for her to be a soul or a crawler too. either way Kai would find a nickname for her;

Sometimes Kai and Paedyn take a time to simply stroll through the gardens together. After a long day, when they notice the other it is not feeling good or simply when they want to be alone for a bit. The entire kingdom knows better than to interrupt the royal couple;

There are rumours through the palace that if the king catch a guard staring at the queen for too long w too much interest they might disappear. No one knows if they get banished or tortured and theyre too scared to find out 🤫;

Once, when Kit was six, she tried to cut her own hair and bangs with her dagger. It didnt end up very stylish, but she liked it so automatically Paedyn and Kai liked it too;

Kai and Paedyn take turns on sparring with Kit to teach her how to fight. Kai goes easy on her everytime, too scared to hurt her. She knows, but pretends not to notice bc of how proud he gets of her when she "wins";

Differently from him, Paedyn does not go easy on her, she actually does everything to make it harder for Kit to win and Kit loves it bc she thinks its challenging. Kai loves to watch and couldnt be prouder of his girls;

Kai made sure Kit would grow up knowing how to dance, differently than her mother lol. so he taught her since she was very small. At first she would js dance with her feet atop his, until she grew up a bit and learnt to actually dance on her own;

Paedyn read Kit a story almost every night while Kai braided both his wife's and daughter's hair until she grew up;

This one is an old hc, but I love it too much to not say it again: Kit has blue eyes, and the shape is exactly like Paedyn's so when she was around 4 yrs old she found out she could make Kai do anything she wanted simply with a stare. (she saw her mom doing that and decided to try too, finding out it works and very well).

these r all i can think of for now hahah anyway, srry for taking a bit long to answer, it took me a while to think of these ^^

[discotenny]

I need more of Akechi fluff....

So how will he react to his lover suddenly griping his face and showering him in kisses while muttering sweet words only for him to hear and it's all gentle and soft my boy needs some love yk 🥹

What... are you doing to him?

Akechi sits there, utterly confused at your actions and affection. Staring into space as you lean on his bed, peppering kisses all over his face. Your lips are soft on his nose and it's strange. Your hands are gentle with his cheeks and it's odd.

His face scrunches and his mouth perks out in confusion- but you just take the chance to give him a smooch on his lips too.

Why are you doing this to him?

His mouth sputters at the sudden contact, mumbles of bewilderment and wonder leave his lips. You go back to kissing his face, whispering your own words in reply.

You're so beautiful. It makes me so happy to be called yours. You're one of the best things to enter my life. I love you, Goro.

Your words leave him all the more flustered. "Hey- hey- wait-" hands weakly grab at your wrists at an attempt to get you to stop your motions.

Who is he to deserve such sweet, sweet actions?

Your hands are so nice and your words are so lovely. They make him feel funny inside and he doesn't know how to express it because he never does. You've done this for what feels like hundreds of times in the past and yet his surprise always makes it feel like its the first.

The feeling you bring out inside him is incredible, he thinks. A spark of warmth and overwhelming care for another- a light of love and safety deep in his core. Your hands, your warmth, the wonderful whispers of affirmations, and the absolute joy he feels when he's around you.

Moments like these- he hopes he never gets used to it. Akechi wants to feel the spark, the light, the surprise, and the love again and again with the same intensity like it's the first time all over.

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I feel like I write worse when I write on my computer compared to my phone ?? Srry guys ajfjafeawjfewa. Thank youuu for requesting !! I love my boy sm sm sm I wish I can do him justice.

[constesplanetarium]

☼⚠︎Oliver (Yandere! Spirit) x Gn! AFAB! Reader [NSFW]

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

srry its my first time writing smut idk if it’s good…

the main part is here!

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

TW(?) General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.).

Kink List: M!Dom and M!Sub traits (Switch), dub-con, cunnilingus (pussy-eating), fingering, PIV sex, praise kink, light cockwarming at the end.

Word count: Around 1.5k

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“Hello? It’s me.” Oliver knocks softly at your door, scratching at the wood jokingly in an attempt to frighten you, even a little. “Can I come in?”

At this hour?

After giving him the okay, he turns the knob and pushes open the door. A short glance at the clock tells you it’s much too late for visitors, let alone someone who was with you the whole day.

“I told you I would see you soon, didn’t I?” Soon as in maybe tomorrow, yeah, but a few hours later? In the dead of night? Yeesh. “I tried to occupy myself with other hobbies, yet I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” Oliver makes his way over and lays down next to you, sinking himself into the covers. “I hope you don’t mind the intrusion.”

You’d rather get some shut eye, but even if you asked him to leave, it’s unlikely he would.

“Mind entertaining me for a little?” He says. “Let's talk for a bit more, darling, please?”

… Fine.

Oliver nods and unbuttons his vest, folding it and setting it aside on the bed. He sits down on the bed next to you and sighs, glancing outside the window.

It’s a really beautiful night out. Not a cloud in sight, and the moonlight streaming through the curtains.

“It’s gorgeous outside, isn’t it?” Yeah.

The strange silence between you two becomes uncomfortable rather quickly, and you can’t help but feel that he came into your room for an ulterior motive.

Alright. What does he-

“I don’t know why I feel this way.” He suddenly whispers, making you turn your head over to him in confusion. “You make me feel alive again; like my heart is still beating.”

Oh…

You frown, feeling a twinge of pity for him. Does he really miss being alive?

“I wonder what this feeling is.”

Or is it something else?

“Darling,” He whispers, outstretching his arms. “Come here.”

Uh.

“Here. Please.”

You bite back a wince. What if he does something; like take your soul? Well, if you even have one. But the way he’s looking at you seems so… Frantic? Like he really needs the hug. Even if you rejected him, what would he do?

You sigh and lean over, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you close. The freezing feeling of his body is so familiar now. Maybe it’s lucky that he got you used to it quickly?

“Thank you.” Oliver murmurs, and you shake your head. It’s the least you can do, since he showed you around the place. His hand snakes down to your lower back, rubbing small circles. It doesn’t take long to notice how his breathing has picked up compared to a few minutes ago.

“Do you prefer Alexander?” What?

“You heard me.” Oliver doesn't haven’t elaborate more on the topic, and you decide to shake your head in a refusal. It’s probably what he wants to hear. Either way, you don’t really know Alex yet, so yeah, it’s a bit reasonable to prefer Oliver over him.

“Do you mean that?” After you say yes, Oliver seems pleased at your answer, snuggling into your body.

“You feel so nice.” He smiles. “And warm…” He plants a small kiss on your neck, and both of you sit and cuddle in silence for a few seconds, until you feel the tremble of his hands, making you look-

… This man is fucking crazy.

Once you both meet eyes, his smile grows wider as he cups your cheek. You flinch back at the sudden motion and try to scoot yourself away from him, but he doesn’t even let you entertain that chance.

“Darling, darling,” He whispers frantically, his eyes wide with insanity once he grabs your wrist as he tugs you back into him. “Darling, I want to thank you with more than words. Darling, can I do that? Please?” He whimpers, and your body doesn’t even flinch. You expected something like this, but in the back of your head it’s screaming at you to pull back.

“Can I inspirit you?” Leave. Run. Do something. “I want to feel you so much more. Can I do that? Please?”

But you don’t care at this point, do you?

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

He’s so annoying.

Oliver breaks into happy, crazed laughter once you agree to his possession, and he pushes you down onto the bed with his hand on your heart, in similar fashion to how it went last time.

“I-I even asked this time. Aren’t I so good?” Good for common courtesy? “Right? Right?” You frown, but it’s wiped off your face instantly as his lips press against yours, his hand snaking in between your thighs as that warm feeling spreads throughout your body. A groan almost leaves your throat as his fingers press against your clothed cunt, and he sighs in content.

“You’re so cute.” He whispers, leaning back in to kiss you as he starts to rub up and down on your cunt. You glare at him, uttering a small stream of curses his way, blaming him for waking you up, until he suddenly stops. What’s his problem?

“Let me pull them down, please?” Oliver whines, and you hesitate a bit, but as soon as you give him the okay, he bends down, biting down on your panties, and using his teeth alongside his other hand to tug them down and off your body. He tosses your panties aside on the bed, going back in to kiss you as he starts to rub circles on your clit. You bite back the urge to moan and break the kiss with him, looking up at him, slightly annoyed, but it’s hard to fight the feeling going through your body.

“Are you mad at me?” Obviously. “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself, you’re too pretty, darling.” He cooes, teasing your entrance with a warm finger while his thumb keeps on rubbing your bud. “I love your pussy, so much…”

My god. This man can really sweet talk, huh?

“Come to the edge of the bed.” He scoots himself off the bed, unbuckling his belt as you move over to the edge, and all of a sudden he drops onto his knees, grabbings your thighs as he brings you in closer to his face, practically panting at the sight of your…

Oh, wait-

You bite back a cry of pleasure, Oliver’s now warm tongue licks and sucks on your swollen clit, flicking his tongue up and down as you grab onto the bed sheets, gritting your teeth as you try not to moan out loud. What if someone else hears you? But it feels so good you almost don’t care.

His fingers start to tease your wet entrance again as he pushes his middle finger in, finally drawing a moan out of you as his fingers curl up and push deeper into you, still sucking on your clit as he starts to moan with you. “You taste so good.” Another finger makes its way in quickly as he pushes them in and out, making a mess all over his fingers.

Why the hell does this seem so intimate between you two?

“Darling, darling,” He whispers gently, the air in the room suddenly becoming so intoxicating for both of you. “Can I slip inside you? Please?”

Eh, why not.

He rises back up on his feet, slipping his pants a bit down for his cock to slip out. Precum already dribbles down from the tip, and his hands are practically shaking with excitement as he grabs onto your hips, pushing the tip of his cock against your hole. “... I’ll be gentle.” He murmurs, pushing it inside more as he whines at the feeling of finally being inside you.

“You’re so warm and wet, darling.” Oliver manages to choke out as he starts to thrust himself into you. You clutch onto the covers as you try to grasp the ridiculousness, yet so pleasurable aspects of the situation at hand.

Sex with a ghost, really? Yet he feels so fucking good inside you…

Oliver’s groans fill the empty space in the room as his thrusts start to pick up, his hands digging into your hips for support as he slams his hips into yours. “You’re so good for me, darling.” It feels like the room’s spinning; it’s getting hard to think about anything else.

“I can’t believe I get to be this lucky,” He whines. “This feels amazing, darling. I never want to stop feeling like this.” You reach up and cling yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Once you do, he whispers gently in your ear, trying to fight back moaning himself.

“You’re so amazing…” You moan at his praise, arching your back as you feel your orgasm coming quicker than you expected.

“Are you going to cum?! Oh my god,” He groans, precum slipping down your thigh as he fucks into you. “You’re so tight. Yes, please cum for me, darling. Cum with me…”

It feels so good, no fucking way.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, gripping onto the sheets as your orgasm breaks through you, cum spilling all over his dick.

“Yes, yes!” He moans, slamming his hips into yours as he chases his own orgasm, and it finally comes for him with a loud moan as his cum spills into you.

“You came hard.” He whispers, gently picking you up as his dick still buried deep into you. He sits down instead, and your arms are around his neck and cling onto him, scared he’s going to drop you. Your head is still swirling and all fuzzy. “You did so good, darling. You don't mind if we stay together like this for a bit longer, right?”

How tiring…

“If you ever get tired of Alex tomorrow,” He kisses you right on your cheek, still feeling the fuzziness throughout your body. “Come,” Kiss. “To,” Kiss. “Me.” Kiss. “Immediately.” Kiss. He chuckles at your tired expression and fixes his crooked glasses. “And only me, okay? I won’t let it be anyone else.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

tbh i dont like how this turned out, and on a serious note, idk if im gonna write smut ever again but we’ll see ^^’

kept the kinks a bit light since this in my first go at it

also kept it kinda short bc i wanted to hurry up and post already :>

[ricegobbler]

Halloo, this is my first time requesting you so i hope i dont offend you or sumthin. Had to build up some courage to press the inbox. Anyway, can you do a scenario with gn!bot reader x RID Bee where they did a trust fall exercise like in one of the ep. Reader insisted on catching Bee and they did, but when Bee starting to fall backwards, reader got distracted by the sound of Strongarm and Sideswipe fighting. This ended with Bee just full fell on top of reader and they ended up in an awkward position.

The others heard the crash and went to see if everything was alright but ended up seeing their teacher on top of his crush. (Bee and reader haven't confess yet but its painfully obvious the two had a thing for each other) The two quickly got off of each other and brushes off what just happened.

The next day, Bee suffers with his team's teasing. (So srry if this long)

GN!Bot Reader x RID Bee SCENARIO!!

HII!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING, SORRY THIS TOOK AWHILE DUE TO MY BREAK FROM TUMBLR:(

ALSO I’LL BE USING “Y/N” BC I DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO USE!!😍😍

(also, don't be sorry. I love the description you gave dw!!:D)

requests: OPEN (im finishing old requests rn so pls be patient!!<33)

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It was a normal day in the scrapyard, grimlock was snoozing under some shade, Fixit was doin whatever, Russel and his dad were out eating some lunch, and strongarm and sideswipe were arguing. Meanwhile, Y/N and Bee were doing some more excercises. “Alright, Y/N” Bee started, “let’s do that trust fall exercise, I’ll be the one to fall and you catch me, ok?” Y/N nodded, smiling at the same time to reassured he could trust them. “Alright! I got this.” Y/N started, getting in the position to catch him.

Bee walked in front of her and turned backwards, his back now facing Y/N’s face. “Alright, ready?” Bee called out, “yup!” Y/N replied.

Three..

Two..

O-

*CRASH!*

Y/N quickly turned their head to look at what had happened, seeing Sideswipe and Strongarm fighting. “YOU CANT DO THAT! RUSSEL’S DAD WILL KILL US!” Yelled strongarm, “SO??” Sideswipe said full of cockiness.

Before anything else Y/N quickly fell back, hitting her head on the ground..

A couple moments later, Y/N slowly opened her eyes and found the bots teacher, Bee, looking down at her from the top in the most awkward position EVER. The two made eye contact for about some time, faces blushing more and more as they kept staring at each other.

Before the two could say anything the team was heard walking towards them. Before Bee or Y/N could get back up the team had already saw what had happened. They all stared at the two on the ground, some smirking and some just having a confused face.

“I….ahem-“ Bee started, slowly standing up and brushing himself off while trying to hide his flushed face. Y/N then did the same, slowly standing up as well. “That was my fault…I wasn’t looking and I couldn’t catch you-“ Y/N started, “I apologize..”

Bee stared at them and sighed, “it’s alright-“ before he could say anything else he realized the team was still watching them. “I..err..nevermind. But it’s alright Y/N.”

**Timeskip**

The next day, the whole team teased Bee when they had the chance. He suffered the whole day, and the next couple of days too..😓

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HOPE THIS WAS GOOD!! I RLLY LIKED THIS REQUEST SO TYYY!!

[tinydefector]

Hi its me again, feeling a bit in the dumps today so was wondering if you could do any bot of your choice comforting gn!reader after a fight with someone they're close with? Reader thrashed their room and hurt themselves in the progress bcz of the stress and the bot helped them calm themselves down from their panic attack, praises and comforting words.

I had to check your rules if this sort of thing was allowed or not. Srry for the inconveniences!🎀

AFTER THE STORM

Worm! You're always welcome ^^, I may have sped off to make this. It'd not as long as I was hoping to make it. I do hope you enjoy it. Make sure to take some time for yourself, and if you're hurt physically, please make sure to see a doctor.

And I don't have a lot of things I won't write, but please take care of yourself

Rung x human reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: mental health, slight injury

Request and ask open, read pinned post

Rung masterlist

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Rung's audials perked up at the sound of chaos emanating from one of the suites. The clattering of objects being hurled and the echoes of raised voices filled the air, causing confusion and concern among the crew. It wasn't long before Skids, with a determined grip on Rung's arm, forcefully dragged him towards the suite's entrance, attempting to explain the situation. “Had a fight or somethin, could over hear em while I was in the vents, but your the best with this kind of situation” Skids states. 

As they neared the suite, the commotion grew louder, the sounds of distress and frustration mingling in the air. It soon became apparent that the source of the disturbance was the human onboard the ship. Rung's spark sank with empathy as he realised that they were having a meltdown, their emotions manifesting in the destruction of their surroundings. The room had become the unfortunate recipient of their turmoil, bearing the brunt of whatever happened.

As they reached the suite's entrance, Rung took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay beyond the doors. With a gentle nod to Skids, Rung stepped forward, his voice soft and reassuring. "Thank you, Skids. I'll take it from here." He approached the door, his spark filled with worry.

Small sobs leave their lips as they curl up into a ball beside their bed blanket wrap around their body. "Go away!" Rung's spark ached as he entered the dimly lit room, his optics adjusting to the smaller space. The sight of the human curled up in a ball beside their bed, their body trembling with sobs, tugged at his empathetic nature.

He took a cautious step forward, mindful not to intrude further into their personal space. Rung's voice was soft and gentle as he spoke, understanding the need to approach with care. "I'm here to help, but only if you want me to be. I won't leave you alone, it seems you have had an eventful night” Rung found a spot nearby to sit, positioning himself at a respectful distance. 

 “Can you list five things you see around you? It could be a pen, a spot on the ceiling, anything in your surroundings” He asks ever so softly, moving closer to them. “ my bed, my blanket. Your optics, my hands and your glowing stuff” they stutter thought sobbed breaths. As Rung adjusted his position to sit on the floor, he noticed the human's need for closer comfort.

 Their head pressed against his chest, seeking companionship and a sense of security. Without hesitation, Rung gently lifted them into his lap, cradling them with a comforting embrace. He carefully wrapped the blanket around them again, he can feel something wet against his leg, as he presses a hand to it and brings it up to his optics for examination. It's blood from their foot, he lets out a shuttered vent as he holds them closer. 

“ four things you can touch or feel.” He states again this time, slowly rocking them back and forth against his chassis his optics flicker down to watch them as he discards his glasses off to the side. “My blanket, your chassis, my foot bleeding, you.” They call out their answers again, They slowly wipe tears from their eyes as they look up into the bright blue glow of rungs eyes and chest. 

“You're doing very well, I'll have a look at your feet soon, I need you to be able to talk to me though, just a few more I promise,Three things you hear. This could be any external sound.?” Rung's tone carried a genuine concern, a sincere desire to be a source of comfort for the human. He knew that sometimes injuries happened when things got too heated. 

“The Ship, my heart, your Voice” they call out, eyes closed as they press closer to him. 

“Two things you can smell.” He asks again, continuing his small line of questions. They take a deep breath trying to smell the amount of mucus that had built up from them crying and their  nose running “ the Polish you use, and WD-40?” They ask almost confused, it makes Rung chuckle. “ yes it's similar, I use ot to make sure my joints don't Cease up, also helps prevent rusting” he replies while running a thumb against their face wiping the tears away. 

“One more my dear, a thing you can taste. What does the inside of your mouth taste like, gum, coffee?” The soft blue glow from his optics and chest served as the only source of light in the dark room, casting a gentle illumination that seemed to envelop them both in a comforting embrace.

“Salt” they take a shaky breath, they have settled down as Rungs cradles them. 

"I'm here with you, my dear. Take your time, allow yourself to breathe. I won't rush you or push you to share more than you're comfortable with. Just know that I'm here to listen, to support you. May I?" He asked while gesturing to their foot. 

They move slightly, letting Rung have a look at the injury, he can see the cuts from glass but they don't seem to have anything stuck in it which is a relief. "Oh my you have done yourself a good one, well get that checked my First-aid” Rung hums, his voice a soothing presence in the room. He lets them move again, they snuggle up close to him again, the soft hum of his spark seems to settle them. 

 "Which one of the bots sent you?" they asked softly, their voice filled with curiosity and vulnerability. Rung's optics dimmed slightly as he gave a small, wry smile. "Ah, the ever-inquisitive mind of yours," he replied, his tone gentle yet laced with a touch of amusement. "It was Skids, my dear. He recognized your distress and sought to provide you with the support you needed." Rung's voice held no judgement or criticism, only a simple acknowledgement of the truth, Skids had been the one to bring him here. 

"I must say, though," Rung continued, his voice filled with warmth, "I'm grateful that Skids got me here quickly” His words carried a genuine sincerity. They lay against Rung, pressed against the centre of his spark chamber watching the dancing blue light. 

"Rung... am, am I a bad person?" they asked, their words filled with uncertainty and self-doubt, the weight of their emotions pressing heavily upon them. Rung could sense their reluctance to delve into the details of what had happened, their desire to shield themselves from the pain it brought. He respected their need for privacy, understanding that some wounds were too raw to be immediately shared.

His optics filled with a mixture of compassion and determination as he responded, his voice gentle but firm. "My dear, no one is inherently good or bad. We all have moments of darkness, moments where we question ourselves and our actions. It's a part of being sentient, What matters is what we choose to do with those moments." Rung's words carried a depth of wisdom.

"You are a complex being, my dear," Rung continued, his voice filled with reassurance. 

As he spoke, Rung gently tightened his hold on them. “Are you feeling up to facing Ratchet or would you rather be one of the other medics?” he asked while pressing his chin to the top of their head. 

They lay there for a moment debating on what to do. "Can... Can you take me to Ratchet? I stepped on and broken glass, I don't think I'll make it there with everyone looking at me" they whimper while clinging to him.

"Of course, my dear," Rung responded softly, his voice filled with kindness and understanding. "I will gladly take you to Ratchet, no more tears now sweetspark."

With utmost care, Rung shifted their position, ensuring they were still cradled securely in his arms. He knew that their injury required attention, and Ratchet was just the medic for it.

"Let us make our way to the medbay," Rung suggested, his voice soothing and supportive. "I will shield you from prying optics as we navigate the ship. Pull the blanket over your head if you need to. " As Rung carefully rose to his pedes, cradling the injured human in his arms, he made sure to shield them from unnecessary attention. With a determined yet gentle stride, he navigated the corridors of the Lost Light. “your stronger than you believe you are my dear and I'm very proud of you” he states while walking 

[freakymcnastys]

the perfect pair.

- stay alive series.

synopsis: "i think we're one in the same" coming back from spring break and gearing up for this school years musical production is not for the weak...

→ or after waiting all break to do one of your favorite things.

word count: 3.5k (srry..)

warnings/tags: modern au!(its like 2024), american au??, uh the marauders plus the valkyries are theater kids LOL, a lot of inaccurate things about how schools work but yolo this is fiction so i can do what i want, established relationships like james and lilly, you and remus and marlene and dorcas.

a/n: um saw this post on tiktok and thought lol this is so sirius and james and now this series is here...

You were so excited for the musical season to be back. You see, each year Mrs. M would put on 3 shows. The first show would be a play to satisfy Principal Dumbledore's love for plays, but the last two were musicals. Usually, you would do tech or help Remus backstage, but once the play was done, you knew you and your friends would start taking bets on what musicals Mrs. M would choose. 

Hogwarts High School was technically not an arts school, but since the principal was (rich) a lover of the arts, most of the extra funding went to the arts programs. Luckily, the theater director was previously on Broadway, so she knew that there were more musicals and plays than just Disney. 

The plays/musicals that you have done since being here were Wicked, Little Shop of Horrors, Annie, Sweeney Todd, Macbeth, and The Somewhat True Tale of Robinhood. All of which you had loved, yet the endless possibilities of what you'd be doing for your junior year were practically limitless. So when you were driving to school after ending your spring break, you were excited to say the least.

‘Dear Maria, Count me in’ by All Time Low was blasting threw your speakers as you pulled into your parking spot, which happened to be right next to one of your friends’ spots. Although you hadn't noticed them at first, you soon did once a knock from your passenger side door was heard (somehow) over the music. 

“Oh hi!” you smiled as you leaned over the console and rolled down the window. “Hey! I miss you.” Lily frowned as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m here too..” James muttered, somewhat standing off to the side. Both girls just kinda glared at the boy who coughed awkwardly before pressing a kiss to Lily's cheek and walking off towards the entrance.

“Anyways, let's go before we get yelled at for missing first.” Lilly smiled before walking to the back of your car to wait for you to get out of the car. While you two walked into the school, just talking about your breaks when the topic you had been thinking about came up.

“So what do you think this year's musical is gonna be?” you asked as you sat down in a seat near the windows while Lily sat next to you. “Ooo, I think maybe something like Heathers or Waitress–oh my god, I hope it's Waitress!” The girl's smile got impossibly bigger at the thought. Everyone in the cast knew that Dawn was Lily's dream role, so like clockwork, she would say the same answer to your question.

“Yeah, well, I kinda hope it's legally blonde..” This made Lily tilt her head to the side in confusion. “Um, did they do that like a year before we got here?” 

“Well, I want to be Elle!” you sighed before taking out your laptop to work on your essay, since most likely the teacher would let the class do makeup work for this class or another. 

Lunchtime was finally here, and you felt the hunger catching up to you. So while everyone was either heading to the cafeteria or leaving to get some food, you started walking to the front of the auditorium doors. This is where your friend group has been meeting up since you all first met in the middle of freshman year. As you were approaching the spot when you noticed a boy with shoulder-length wavy hair with his back to you. Taking this as an opportunity to quietly sneak up on the boy. You see, ever since you had known the boy, you found it incredibly amusing to just fuck with him at any possible time.

So you had just decided to simply stand behind him until he felt a presence to scare him. A stupid little prank, but nonetheless funny. “Jesus! You scared the shit outta me!” Sirius huffed before moving slightly to the side to let the girl into the semicircle they had created. “Wait, who are we waiting for again?” The boy asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Marlene and Dorcas,” Lilly spoke up. 

“Are we sure they didn’t go to Dorcas’ house to make out?” Sirius joked. “Funny, real funny padfoot,” Marlene says teasingly from behind the boy. Another duo that loves to bully each other, which isn’t unusual since Sirius and Marlene have been neighbors since the 3rd grade, so it was only natural.

“Oh, speak of the devil!” He laughed before huffing and turning around. “So, can we go eat now? I’m starving!” Sirius complains again. 

The group was now sitting in the Potter’s house, which that kinda boarded on more of a mansion but still classified as a house. All are in the living room finishing up their lunches. This was the usual routine for them. Picking up lunch and eating it at James’ house, and then rushing to leave his house to get back for 6th and 7th before they had to grab snacks from the Wawa by the school to have something to eat for rehearsals. 

“Wait, oh my god, James, where is the control?” You jumped up from your spot on the couch next to your boyfriend, Remus. “Uh, in that–yeah, that cabinet.” He pointed, still eating his Big Mac and receiving a light shove from Lily telling him to not talk with food in his mouth. “A new episode of The Boys dropped!” you said, all giddy. This also made Peter sit up since the two of you have been watching it together. “What do you think is gonna happen with Starlight and red hair?” He questioned. “Honestly, I have no clue, but I hope she kills her..” You shrugged, taking your seat on the couch again. 

“So why do the rest of us have to watch this?” Sirius complained, throwing his head back from his seat in front of the couch on the floor. “Um, because you have to??” You make a face before pressing play on the episode. “Thank god you’re rich, James, because I hate the ads on my Prime Video.” 

“You're welcome?” James questions. “So what's going on with…Starlight?” Remus' question was trying to understand the show since he’s only seen it whenever he was at your house, and you played it on your TV. “What’s going on is that I hate her!” you smiled sweetly despite your comment. This made a few of the group laugh before turning their attention to either their phones or laptops. 

Although after a few minutes passed, everyone was locked in on the show. Even Sirius, who had previously dissed the show. You had put your head on Remus’ shoulder, and he had put an arm around your waist. It was nice, you thought. Until Mary took a quick look at her phone and gasped. “Crap, sixth just started-“ 

This caused the whole group to get up and try to pack up their things in a hurry. They left as quickly as they could through the door. Arrived at the school and in the front office and the attendance lady sighed, looking up at the group of teens. “Late?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” James spoke using as much of his charm as he could. The lady just smiled and gestured behind her. “Just go.” Which they did, and Sirius gave James a high five as they left the office to go to their respective classes. Most of the group had split off since the only people who had the same class as you were Marlene and James. 

As the two walked into the classroom, you stayed outside to talk to Remus since his class had been two doors down. “Soooo-" You start shifting your weight from your left to your right foot. Remus just smiled down at you, slightly tilting his head to the side. "You come around these parts often..."

Even though the two of you were just standing in the hallway outside of class, it felt like no one was there. Well, to be honest, no one was really there since they were all in class already, but still. Whenever Remus looks at you that way, it sends shivers down you're body.

"Uh yeah more often than you.." He joked, his smile growing impossibly. God, you loved the way he smiled. It always felt exclusive to you. “We should totally just skip..” You joked with a shrug as Remus gasped dramatically. “I would love to beautiful, but you know Mr Rodriguez would kill me.” You sighed at this. Of course, one of you had to be a scholar.

“But before I do-“ Remus cut himself off by pressing his lips to yours. Ever since your first kiss with him in James' basement in your sophomore year, you felt like your lips perfectly fit with each other, like puzzle pieces. You knew you sounded like a stereotype, but being with Remus felt like a dream.

Breaking the kiss to take a breath was usually how you two did it (well, except for school, you guys weren't insane). A small smile crept upon your face as you looked up at him to see him giving you a look. Some would say the look of love.

"I gotta go, my love." He sighed before releasing the cheek that he had cupped. A twinge of sadness was felt in your chest when he did. "Same, Marls and James are probably thinking some crazy shit right now.." You huffed before taking the bag in Remus' outstretched hand.

"Not beating teen pregnancy, I see.." Marlene whispered to you as you sat down at the round table in the far corner of the room, near the windows. "Shut up, Marls-" You rolled your eyes before taking out your laptop and notebook. "To be fair, you guys were out there for a while." James chimed in, pointing to the door with his pen. "I'm going to burn your house down, rich boy." You kicked him under the desk, causing Marlene to snort into her hand as the teacher shot her a glare from her desk.

"It only takes one time!" Marlene joked again, turning herself more towards her laptop to look like she was doing her work. "That's how I was made-" She made a face before James started up. "You guys need help for 3?" You and Marlene just looked at each other. "You're actually doing the work..?" You questioned him. "Yeah?" Both of you looked at each other again. "I'm gonna need those answers, Jamie.."

Finally, when the last period bell rang, many students left to go home, relax and maybe do homework. But for the try-hards, they stayed after school for many reasons such as clubs, sports, or, in your case, theater. You were walking out the back exit to the student parking lot with Peter when you heard your name being shouting from behind you.

Both you and Peter turned to face the sound to be jumpscared by Sirius. "Hey, can you take me with you--I need Wawa so bad.." He huffed from the speed walking he had just done. Of course, he knew that you and Peter were going to get snacks for rehearsal. "Fine, but don't say anything weird while we're there--and don't flirt with the workers!" You point at him before turning again to start the walk to your car. "I can't promise the thing with the workers, but I won't say anything...weird?"

"Why did you say that like a question?" Peter laughed as he sat shotgun in your car. Sirius just shrugged, taking up residency in the backseat. "Oh, Sirius, have you seen your boyfriend?" You asked, taking a sip from your water bottle and then backing out of your parking spot. "Uh, Remus was talking with James when I went to find you--so I dunno?"

"Great, my boyfriend's boyfriend doesn't even know where he is!" This made Peter burst out laughing. "That out of context sounds insane." Which caused everyone else in the car to start laughing too. During this, you handed your phone to Peter, who already knew what to do since he's been in your car many times. Hitting the shuffle on your favorites, and the first song that started to play was 'Even Flow' by Pearl Jam, which made Sirius perk up in his seat since (you would never tell him this though) he put you onto Pearl Jam and most of your alternative music taste.

"And I said, 'You call it a problem and I call it a solution!'" Sirius laughed while he recanted a story to you and Peter as he held the door to the auditorium open for the two of you. "So you said that to Reg?" You asked with disbelief and a hint of amusement. "Yes! Because he was being all emo and shit like always!"

"You calling someone emo is bonkers..." You laughed. "Tea pot calling the kettle black.." Peter coughed under his breath. By the time the three of you made it to the area between the edge of the stage and the seats, Sirius had finally finished his story.

Putting down your bag and Wawa plastic bag with snacks (and a wrap) down on the side of the stage where no one would step on it, you're eyes landed on Remus, who was talking to Lily about something.

"Hey there, sexy." You spoke in a lower pitch than your own. This made Remus turn around with furrowed brows, and Lily laughed into her hand. "Oh, you scared me!" He said smile appearing on his face as Lily walked away, probably to find Mrs. McGonnagall. "Only the best for you!" You said lightly before you two looked at each other, smiling.

"C'mere," Remus muttered, stretching an arm over your shoulders to bring you into his side. That's when you heard from the back of the theater one of the other stage managers talking about auditions starting soon. Since you and Remus (and most of your friends) had previously been in shows, you didn't have to audition, but that wasn't the same for the freshmen and people who hadn't been here before.

Although you guys didn't have to audition, you all still had to wait in the dressing room or hallway, since according to Mrs. McGonnagal, it would help the students be less nervous, but you didn't exactly agree since they would need to perform in front of an audience later.

Once everyone had auditioned (and your friends fooled around in the hallways), it was finally time for the thing your group had been waiting for. The announcement. Every time your theater director was going to announce which musical or play you would be doing, she would do something big and silly to do so, which is probably why she could get a bunch of high school students excited for theater.

Sitting between Remus and Lily, you could feel the polar opposite emotions from each side. Remus, who was clearly nervous about this, and Lily, who was practically vibrating with excitement.

"So many of you who are new are not aware, but we take these announcements very seriously!" Sirius lets out a yell along with James. But just them, so it's kind of awkward, yet Mrs. M continues. "Uh--without further ado, this year's musical will be..." She smiled, gesturing with her hand to signal Marlene, who was controlling the projector, and pressed the space button on her laptop.

The video that started playing was one that no one in this theater expected. It was a video of none other than THE Barrett Wilbert Weed. "Oh my god-" You heard Lily mumble under her breath. "Hey guys! So Minnie was telling me how you guys are going to be doing Heathers for your musical this year!" The voice on the video played, and a smile could be heard in her voice. "Good luck, guys!" And with that, the video ended.

Everyone just sat in silence for a second. Everyone knew that your director had connections, I mean, how could she not? She was on Broadway when she was younger, but this was a whole new level of cool. "Now the exciting part! Roles! For the people who had been here before, do you have anyone you specifically want to play?" Mrs. McGonnagal asked, clasping her hands together, looking around the group. Before anyone could breathe, you felt Lily jump up. "Heather Chandler!"

This made you laugh as you also stood next to her. "Veronica Sawyer?" You smiled as Mrs. M nodded. "Anyone else?" The silence was very prominent, but nonetheless, you were excited for this. You loved Heathers, especially since you watched the movie at the sleepover when you were 13.

"Alright!" Mrs. M turned on her heel to sit on one of the chairs closest to the stage. "You two get up there and sell those roles." You knew this is how it worked here, but you always got those nerves when performing. You guessed Remus knew those nerves as well since he squeezed your hand reassuringly. "You okay?" He mouthed, eyes full of worry. You just flashed a tight smile as you turned your attention to Lily, who offered to go first.

And of course Lily did well, so when it was your time, you felt a lump in your throat. You knew you'd be fine, but still. "Woo!" Sirius barked from his seat, which made you move your eyes to him, who just winked at you as he clapped. So when you also did well singing the iconic 'seventeen', it wasn't a surprise to anyone. "Great job! Um, Sirius, could you try for Jason Dean?"

You kind of had a feeling that he would be playing JD, yet this now made you wonder who James would be playing since he was always playing the main male characters. Off the back of that, Mrs. M declared rehearsal over, which, to many of the freshmen's joy, to finally go home since they weren't used to being at school longer than the set teaching hours.

"So, JD, you ready to bomb the school?" You joked, catching up with Sirius, who was walking out of the front entrance to the school. "Hey, so you probably shouldn't say that with the security cameras being right there." He pointed to said camera that was in the corner facing the two. "Well, technically I didn't do anything, it's all you, bud!" You laugh, pulling your keys out of your bag. Just as Sirius was going to say something back, a car beeped from in front of the school.

"Let's go," Regulus spoke plainly before rolling the window back up. "I gotta go.." Sirius grimaced, feeling embarrassed from the fact of his younger brother's actions and that his younger brother had to drive him home. "Yeah...um, see you next week!" You shouted as you walked away and towards your car. You had waved at Regulus through his tinted window, which you think he waved back? Maybe? That tint has to be borderline illegal..

Getting into your car, you had just sat there. The sun set in front of your windshield. The warm but slight breeze outside allows you to have the windows down. It was beautiful outside, you thought. And you had also just gotten your dream role for this musical. Life was good, you smiled as you turned your car on, it jumped to life with a faint roar as you headed home.

-love always, dorcas.

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

i'm still here // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader

!!!ENDGAME SPOILERS!!!

Summary: your brought back after 5 years...

Warnings: literally a single cuss word from rocket, fear of being alone, crying, character death mentioned, overall fluff,

Age: 16

A/N: hope yall like this one too 🥰

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You felt weightless, like you were floating. You gained physical consciousness soon after this. You were laying flat on your back on the forest floor, arms curled up as if you were trying to hold something.

You sat up and looked around to see more avengers also confused. You looked around and realized, your dad wasn't there like he was before you passed out.

"Dad?" You whimpered out, trying to find him. You whipped your head around as you heard sparkling behind you.

"Who the h3ll are you?" Rabbit asked (srry i love calling him that)

"Come on its been five years, we...the avengers need you" strange told you all. You blinked at him a few times in confusion, "its been how long!?" You shouted, eyes wide.

Strange helped you up and you all fell into the portal.

You had just started fighting the alien dogs. Not knowing what to do. You soon found yourself outnumbered by these dogs. You were trying to get them away but it did nothing.

You were pinned on the ground, they kept trying to get to you but tony flew by and blasted them for you. "Thanks!" You yelled at him, he nodded in response before flying off to the distance.

You stood up to brush yourself off, and your father was standing a few feet away from you, just staring in shock.

You gasped as you made eye contact with him, tears welled up in his eyes.

He pulled you Into a strong hug quickly. He squeezed you so hard you thought you might d!e.

He pulled away to look at your face, he let out a sad chuckle as he looked at you, innocently looking back up at him.

He held you to his chest as he sobbed. Yes, your father always acted like nothing and no one could make him cry, or even make him emotional. But when it came to you, he was a verryyy delicate flower.

"Im still here." He whispered to you.

He had lost everyone in his life, his mother, his father, his brother, his best friend, his lover, and the one person he couldn't let go of, You. But you, unlike anyone, came back to him. And healed his broken heart. He was the only person you had as well, after losing your uncle and watching it happen before your eyes hurt like no other.

Another space dog ran at you two and tony, once again, swept past and blasted it. "Second time! Not helping you anymore" he quickly spoke before flying away.

"We should help" you told thor. "Yes, we should" he smiled sadly, finally having something in life.

You both continued to fight together. You looked to your left after a while, to see tony, on his knees, with the stones.

Tony acted like your father when thor wasn't around, he was also your best-est friend, other then thor. Even once accidentally calling him dad. And though he would always deny it, he saw you as his daughter.

You gasped and covered your mouth as he said the words, "i.... am.. iron man" and snapped. You ran over to him immediately, Peter got to him before you. He sobbed out a small, pained "tony..." you held him as he cried.

You were the first one to Kneel before tony, a helpless tiny human, had saved the universe on his own. Everyone followed your actions.

You sobbed for days after this tragic event, your dad had to hold you up on his funeral because you were crying so much.

"Im still here" thor muttered to you as he held you close too him. It took a while to get over but eventually, it happened.

You found out through pepper that you and peter were the god parents for morgan 😭 thor was with every step of your healing, he thought leaving your side was a bad idea. Or he just missed you over the years lol.

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Tags

@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @yummyangy // @zebralover // @carellmcu

[ashrodisiac]

m. tokito x reader

Muichiro Tokito x Reader

˗ˏˋ ★ ANGST

˗ˏˋ ★ WARNING. MENTION OF SUIC*DE

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˗ˏˋ ★ req: " HI ASH!! i loveee ur writing. anyways heres my request! mui angst! basically the reader confesses their love and he just shrugs it off or something like that and after that reader and mui stop talking to each other. when mui regains his memories again, his crow tells him bad news: y/n killed themself. SORRY IF THIS WAS WAY TOO SPECIFIC. THANKY WANKY! "

˗ˏˋ ★ Ash's Note: YAYYY tysm for the request!! <3 u love angst alot, huh? HAHAHA SRRY

im not vry proud of this tbh, but i hope you likey wikeyyy. tysm for requesting, dear reader! ily my sweet shortcake :3

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"I like you." He was standing in front of you with his usual blank expression, no changes appearing at those three words you uttered. You, on the other hand, were blushing, screaming inside, had your face shielded to avoid eye contact. "Okay." you were stunned, confused. "Wh-what do you mean...?" "I said "okay". What other answers are there to respond to your confession?" he said in a stoic tone, blinking straight at you when you accidentally locked eyes. The red on your cheeks had dusted away, your heart that had been beating out of your chest now sinking in sorrow. "What?" he said in reply to your silence. "Are you too simple-minded to even understand?" You could barely see him anymore through the tears you held back in your eyes, which was probably better than having to see that this had absolutely no effect on him. "Are you crying?" he asked, crossing his arms, his long sleeves hanging heavily over his arms. "I'd rather leave you be, sulking in your own tears." then he turned away, not even throwing a glance over his shoulder as he left you, completely speechless, just as speechless as how you left him when his crow delivered the news that you had died. It was during a talk with Tanjiro when his crow bustled in, squawking like its life depended on it. Irritated by the interruption, he asked what it was for, and when the news reached his ears, told by the scratchy voice of a crow, he thought it was a joke. You and him hadn't been talking for what seemed about many, many months. You'd never crossed his mind ever since the day he left you there. Rare occasions were when you two caught each others' eye. Which, like mentioned, only happened rarely. He noticed the glint in your eye that you had slowly disappear each time every time it did happen. The way ever since you stopped talking to him, you stopped talking to everyone else. The way he would hear stories being tossed around that you were seen in life threatening situations, purposely trying to risk it all. And it looked like this attempt had worked. Everything else, all the sounds, yelling next to him, all the things he was supposed to be seeing blurred. He was split in two: Blaming you and himself.

"This is my fault. I was too harsh with her.

This is her fault. How is she so pathetic that she couldn't handle a simple rejection?"

But he regretted not saying what was at the back of his head, the other answer he could've replied with.

"I like you too, Y/n."

[bizarre-bah]

hello... can we please request a pack... songtive based off "Rory in early 20s — Various Types Of Ads"..? something confusing or unsettling. im srry i never requested anythign before, i hope this rq is okay

𖦹VARIOUS TYPES OF ADS PACK𖦹

Your request was good, though please do put what size you'd want if you ever request in the future!! Made it a small since songtives aren't our specialty ^^"

✮~ NAME [S] : Abyss, Spawn, Nameless, Riot, Broken, Bleach, Skum, Abomination, Atlas, Rill

✮~ PRNS : They/them, it/its, eye/eyes, spi/spirals, cryp/cryptids, [REDACTED]/[REDACTED]self, gli/glitchself, [N/A]/[N/A]self, cy/cyberself, _/_self, void/voidself, 0/0self, 3rr0r/3rr0rself

✮~ AGE [RANGE] : Ageless

✮~ GENDER [S] : uncannyvalleyic, uncannything, th?ng, weirdcorehorric, uncinhuora, uncauna, teartiminal, oldhorrisgameic, viri.thing, unwelchurchic, oddcoric, detagender, anonymic, shadowbeingic, abandoe

✮~ ORIENTATION : apasexual, afamilial

✮~ SPECIES : Humanoid, but not human (ie, something that gives that uncanny valley feeling)

✮~ SOURCE [S] : Various Types of Ads - Rory in Early 20s

[tsbs-shipfessions]

Hello mod of this blog you may need to make it clear that you are @tsbs-shipfessions and not @silly-solar as it seems that some anons are mistaking Silly Solar for you.

Hope you having a good day!

(oh fr? whoopsie- srry for whoever run's that blog for the confusion dsjfkhsdf

hi hi sams-blr, its me, im the solar confession blog, not @/silly-solar, who i believe is just a roleplay blog. send all confessions my wayyy <3 and i hope youre having a good day, too!!!)

[bacteriophaggot]

i think that makes sense! although i am a little confused HDDNSNZMZ i guess its because im more of a visual person LOL

aahshs srry yea ik i have an awful process so explaining it sometimes is racking my brain to HOW ok so i hope this is better im using Buttheads face just to simplify it a bit. I also use Procreate, i set my DPI to 300 usually and I use a lot of brushes but lately ive been using this one brush called Sharp Greaser in the Chromograph pack by True grits

pic 1. my sketch, i rarely clean up my sketches or do lineart when im ‘painting’ and i tend to do them in black

pic 2. made a layer on top and just started scribbling and picking colors, i usually work ‘in to out’ as in I always start with the inner facial features before working outwards to the other parts of the drawing,

pic 3, blocking in shadows and adding more details, also adjusted some things in the face,, added another layer to put the facial hair on, i dont treat the sketch delicately or follow it to a T, so a lot of things will look different in the colored version, i cover up the black lines and only use them as a guide.

pic 4. FiniShed! i also might make a layer underneath to fill in any white holes

hope this is a better explanation 😵‍💫

[weirdboi]

Zee x Abe fanfic

Warning : GAYS ABD SOME GRAMMER MISTAKEZ

Abe and Zee were one of the ✨️ Others ✨️. That meant their job was to reunite with The One and defeat Splaarghön. At first, Abe and Zee weren't that close. But, because of mission, they slowly started to get to know each other.

But they were very different. Zee was always chill and never would freak out, meanwhile Abe was always worried and had to have everything planned and organized. But that didn't stop them from getting close.

One day, Zee started falling in love with Abe. He found his wings cute and liked how organized Abe was. "Something I am definitely not" would say Zee. But, there was a hint of insecurity. What if Abe didn't feel the same way? They were very different after all, and Zee didn't know Abe's type. Heck, he didn't even know if Abe liked boys!

So he asked Milton, the smartest folk over there, what do to. Milton explained him on example of him and Legs. He explained how he was also worried Legs night reject him, but he still had to confess his love, otherwise, he would never find out Legs felt the same way. So, Zee decided it was worth a shot.

He invited Abe on a beach. It was the sunset and they were Watcing the waves. Silence around them was getting a bit weird so Abe broke Silence:

"Why did you invite me here? You seem...weirdly tense. That isn't really you."

"Look dude, I am about to tell ya something that will sound...wild..."

"How wild are we talking about?"

"Just listen dude. This will be probably sappy but...just hear me out... I know we are different Abe. Very different. But... I can't help but...I have feelings for you..."-Abe blushed like crazy. He stuttered while Zee looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"I-I uuujhhh... I..."

"Just spit it out bro, you like me back or no."

"Ummm, nnhh, well..."-Zee got impatient

"This year would be nice Abe!"

"FINE! I DO LOVE YA BACK!! HAPPY!?"-Abe screamed out, blushing a lot. Zee looked at him with wide eyes. Then he smiled at Abe and git closer to him. Abe looked at him confused and flustered. Then, Zee kissed him. Abe was shocked for a moment but...he didn't pull back. They spend the rest of the evening kissing and watching the waves.

"So...You guys are dating?"-asked Rhonda, when Abe and Zee returned.

"Y-Yes Ma'am..."

HOPE YA ENJOYED AMNONOMOUS !!!! SRRY IF ITS RUSHED

[prskfancams]

hii i began checking out ur accounts on youtube and twitter and im still a little lost, where can i check the most recent event lives? cause i cant really find them, and on your youtube, small question do yo u mostly post lives in fullcam, then make them into like "youtube shorts" that focuses on a character?

(srry if its confusing english is not my first language :'))

hiiii omg your english is perfectly fine!

i don’t post the full lives themselves but you can check the fancams and fullcams for the recent lives on my rednote/ xiaohongshu!! though i think you’ll need to make an account to be able to view them…😭😭😭

some of the latest vlive fancams (characters not complete) and fullcams i’ve posted there recently includes:

knd5 twilight light, tsukasa mix kimagure mercy and childish war, airi bday killer, white day 2025 machi and journey, etc.

i started to consistently post there (well, at least 1 fancam each live lmao) since mafuyu’s birthday this year january!

the audience are mainly chinese so the posts are catered to them (via machine translation wowee) but the posts’ texts include english too!!

so back to the main point: i actually haven’t posting to youtube much because my fancams kept on getting blocked due to copyright😭😭😭 they automatically kept on being assigned as Shorts due to the ratio of the fancams and because they go past the 1 minute limit, they get blocked🥲 i can actually still post the fullcams there but i’m too lazy to copy paste and organize the titles…💀💀💀

as for twitter, i haven’t been getting engagement there so i don’t post as much there these days🥹🥹🥹 (mostly only when it’s a song that haven’t been used in the vlive yet hehe)

+++ for my fancams and fullcams, i screenrecord them all separately! the quality of the fancams won’t be as good if i decide to crop them out from the fullcam themselves hehe

apologies for the rant-ish answer OP… i hope it’s still understandable HAHAHA🫠