#unweaponed

[computervampir]

[OC art] Fynn & Jan in the obligatory apocalypse AU cause WHY NOT!!!!

[rosinkreutz]

How do you think Asuka's and Aria's friendship was like when she was alive?

This is a really hard question. I keep sitting down to write this and deleting everything because I'm not satisfied with the answer I can provide. The problem is me because I've realized I'm not sure how to describe any friendship, let alone one so vaguely developed in the source material... However. I will try. This is all kind of speculation based on what I've interpreted from the characters. - First, I think when you analyze Asuka's actions it seems that he feels a certain sense of ownership toward the world. Not in an entitled sense, but moreso a guardian. Which makes sense, really, as a disciple of the Original, savior of humanity. Especially considering the other disciples were explicitly uninterested in humanity's advancement, so he's the only one interesting in following in their teacher's footsteps. The problem is that he completely defines himself by it (which is kinda why I think Asuka was very young when he was taken in to be a disciple, because it's like it's all he knows). - So with that in mind, and knowing that before Aria met the other two, she was extremely isolated from her family and other people in general, I think the power dynamic in the relationship would end up being rather skewed. Literally, yes, since he's a sorcerer, but also psychologically. Aria's someone whose not used to having any support, and that's all Asuka wants to do. He never thinks of himself first, and the only sense of self he has is this self-appointed guardian role. He would go so far out of the way to make her happy, because he loves her very much. But he also thinks that he knows what's right for her and may have been controlling at times- which I think is why Frederick works so well in this dynamic because he's so anti-authority and free-thinking. His influence and just overall presence would keep the two of them from being too overly dependent on each other. After all, they love him as much as they love each other, as best friend, boyfriend, whatever. Obviously there's more to him in the dynamic but this is about the other two. - (As kind of a side-note, keeping Aria happy is one of the few ways he himself can feel fulfilled in his role as a guardian. The Original kind of had it easy, as world-saving goes, because he knew exactly what was going to burst (black tech) and had the exact solution to the problem (magic). The world Asuka's "inherited" has a million different facets and problems all piled together in one big powderkeg with an invisible fuse. He really can't just go out and fix everything alone as a socially inept 20-something, good at magic as he is. Which he understands, as an objective thinker, but given that guardianship is the only thing he defines himself with as a person, he's inevitably going to feel worthless and hate himself for not being able to do anything. Hence, why when the Gear Project gets picked up by the military, he goes crazy trying to fix it because just imagine what it would feel like that the whole world could be destroyed by something you made while trying to fix it.... But... If he could get what people need for advancement (gear cells) safe and unweaponized and if he could have someone else powerful to help and support him (Justice, maybe Sol?), he could use that to REALLY save the world AND Aria in the process. Win-win, right?)

[annabelle-creart]

returning from my hiatus (nope) per the ask game

34. Vacation Fic BoulWave (the propaganda is working)

and who knows maybe you'll get an other perspective follow up fic (prob not)

Oh my gah- IS IT REALLY WORKING?????

YEAH BOIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!

BoulWave Vacation Fic then!!!!

The Rest

Context: Life of Rescue Bots Au

Notes: sorry this ended up being an angst-comfort fic but I NEEDED to do something with this topic, I had it in my head almost since I started to write properly the Au and since I watched that Bluey episode that I had that itch on my brain telling me to do this, so, here we are...

Enjoy!!

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"BLURR, GIVE ME THAT!!" Sissi yelled at her with great force on her vocalizer

"Not until you came for it!" Blurr teased the sparkling, raising her servo so Sissi wouldn't reach her pencil case without flying

"Blurr! You're going to break my pencils!"

"Blurr!" Heatwave's strong voice box called the girls attention like if of a thunder was about "give it back and stop!" In the act, Blurr gave the case back to Sissi and raised her servos like proving she's unweaponed

"Thanks, Heatwave!" Sissi waved her servo to the big bot as she went away

"Ah, are you okay, old man? You look like if OP itself passed over you on alt-mode" Blurr joked with a really serious tone, and in fact, Heatwave looked terribly

"Bad night, Mr. Pettypaws and you, that's the reason"

"Auch" Blurr joked again, letting Heatwave go to the bunker to get a rest

"You're right, Blurr" Sissi came back to talk with her cousin, sitting on her shoulder thanks to her tiny rotors "I mean, he's a light sleeper but these days he seems like on automatic"

"You think?" Salvage, who was on the corner Sissi was seconds ago, united to the conversation "now that you say that, Blurr, do you remember those miners that came to the factory for better pieces for their tools? He looks like those"

"Pfft, I didn't say it!" Blurr laughed for her

"No, Heatwave was an electrician on the mines before becoming a rescue bot, I don't think is that" Sissi excused, discarding an answer

"And if you saw Boulder, they look like a damned haunted spark" Blurr this time didn't laughed or joked, yes she said it as joke but she was serious

"Yeah, do you think is because of the whole sparkling thing?" Salvage pointed out, both had been on an emotional roller coaster since making sparklings became a possibility, specially because, being an experimental process, some things just... didn't worked

"If that's the case, we should tell Chase or Blades, they sure know how to talk to them" Blurr requested "or maybe Kade or Graham can help with that"

"I know!" Sissi snaped her digits "we should give them a rest!" But both bots only got confused

"What kind of rest?" Blurr asked, making a face like questioning why is it so obvious

"Boulder and Heatwave had been worried and stressed these time, both Ratchet's spark experiments, work and us had been draining them, so, what if we give them a vacation? A whole day or maybe two, or even the week of doing absolutely nothing. Whadaya say?"

"Is... a strange idea" Salvage doubted if it would be enough

"But a good start!" Blurr exclaimed excited "we should try it!"

...

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

"Aw, Heatwave, don't worry about us! We know protocol" Blurr said with ease, clearly more calm than Heatwave

"Ajap, and if Blurr does something, we have Chase" Sissi joked, making Blurr push her aside

"Don't worry about us, now go! You have an entire day of doing nothing to do!" Blurr pushed Boulder and Heatwave happily, Salvage then went for them and hugged them

"Just promise to have fun, okay?" Salvage smiled softly, received with a smile and soft optics

"We'll do." Boulder hugged Salvage back "Thanks for this" but their voice box sounded... weird

...

So! An entire day for just the two of them! They didn't had one in a while since... they landed on Earth, first because they needed to be update on rescuing humans, then Soundwave's and Bulkhead's visit, then Morrocco, then festivities, then Morrocco, then the cadets arrival (Sissi and Blurr hadn't done anything else rather than fighthing, is like their damn hobbie), then Shockwave, then the predacon triplet, then GHOST's end and the autobot and decepticon sentences, they definitely didn't got any rest!

But to hear the water of the river passing by with silence and just a few birds was just what they needed to, at least, take a deep vent, to remind themselves they're there

"When was the last time we got out of the house?" Heatwave asked from the ground, all laid down like the old times

"Like half-"

"Don't include rescues, plays or anything else, just the two of us on an actual date. Or vacation" Heatwave interrupted, knowing Boulder would say something like yesterday, now Boulder was out of words, they actually didn't had time for themselves in a while "long time"

"It feels strange even" Boulder couldn't get their optics out of the river nor the trees, usually they would want to make a painting of it but even if they had the canvas and a brush, their servos wouldn't move, maybe they were just tired but they had been in that mood since a couple of weeks, they couldn't even work properly with Graham

"To do nothing?"

"No. I mean, yes, but even if I had something to do I couldn't. That feels strange" indeed, Boulder wasn't comfortable with any of this, which was even more strange, in a normal situation they would loved to have more days like this, but this wasn't a normal situation

"Do you wanna lay down?" Heatwave offered, patting the ground for Boulder to get comfy, Boulder looked at Heatwave like doubting, nonetheless, they laid down aside Heatwave, getting as close as him like if he was a warm pillow

"How do you feel?" Boulder suddenly asked for Heatwave's surprise

"About what?"

"About everything" Boulder was so soft spoken, caressing Heatwave's cheekplate and servo "work, the cadets, Shockwave's sentence... Ratchet's experiments-"

"I really don't want to talk about that"

"Heatwave, we both know you are not okay" Boulder pressed Heatwave's servo "we are not"

Coincidentially, wind stopped running and birds stopped chirping, the only sound was the river that now felt like white noise. Heatwave's processor was both noisy and silent, energy drained

And kind of lost

Heatwave felt Boulder looked at him, didn't wanted to reply the look but couldn't let that happen, it was almost an instinct, Boulder's optics never looked so sad or low, those big optics that were most of the time so expressive looked low in emotion and there was no smile

These months had fell on both of them like bricks

Heatwave sat, feeling like if his vents got blocked by something, Boulder sat too, never letting go Heatwave's servo

And damn, there were so many emotions it was hard to tell what it was

Until Boulder heard a hard ex-vent, like a hiccup

Indeed it was hard to tell them in words but tears were just better at telling than words

Heatwave did as much as could to stop crying, or at least being noisy, but it already started, all the sadness, the tiredness, the burn out, the draining feelings of uselessness and the big treat of hopelessness finally got a way to tell he, indeed, wasn't okay with anything

Boulder already knew what he felt, their feelings were similar, yet, while caressing Heatwave's cheek, it was like Heatwave finally got words to yell

"Boulder- what if it doesn't work?!" Heatwave's words started to sound drowned, making noticiable the voice box wasn't getting enough air "what if everything we had done is for nothing?! It didn't matter how much we kept our families safe, they took them from us and are now in Mainland who know how!"

"You don't know that!"

"You used to talk with Bulkhead almost everyday, and now he barely calls you! And Rumble and Frenzy are starting to notice something is wrong! And I don't know how much time we can keep the triplet stuck here! Not even Blades or Chase can talk with us normally when they're out of the island! If Ratchet says our little sparks died again-"

"Nothing is sure! Heatwave, please don't say that!" Boulder's words slowly got drowned by an invisible sorrow, a feeling they're having with too much anticipation, even if they know it doesn't have sense to feel it now, nothing had happened yet "we must have patience"

"But I'm tired of waiting...!" Heatwave raised his voice, now on resentment, then, becoming low and sad again "I'm tired of all of this. I can't think of anything else, only that shitty feeling everything will go wrong- and I'm scared"

With a servo on their mouth and crystalized optics, Boulder tried to say something, but nothing was able to get out of the box, only the tears and the agonizing sensation that nothing good will come from any of what's happening

"Me too" Boulder's voice cracked as they fell on Heatwave's chest, both turning each other on a ball searching for a hug, drowned on their sorrows and anticipating pain like if the whole world was falling on them, even if they were sure they must survive this, their sparks hanged on the uncertainity, and it was way too much just for the two of them

Chase was on the island, Sissi, Blurr and Salvage were safe, the Burnses were safe, Rumble and Frenzy were safe but closed to themselves, the triplet, the still tiny sparklings, Pred, Darksteel and Skylynx, they were safe, but for how long? How long was at least this going to be okay? How long it would take for everything to be over? For good or for bad

Those two really needed a rest...

After who know how much that felt like damn hours, Boulder let go of Heatwave, even when Heatwave didn't, caressing and cupping his cheekplates just as Heatwave likes, drying his tears off, as Heatwave got closer to give his partner a kiss on their helm, comforting each other

"I know is horrible to wait, but we can't give up so easily" Boulder tried not to cry again "we're close to something and we can't just throw everything. And everyone need us right now"

"I know. It's just" Heatwave's optics started to get wet again "it gets harder each day that passes without an answer- I'm worried and tired- I don't even care anymore how it will end, I just want everything to end! I'm sorry- but this is way worse than we thought"

"We passed through worst before!" Boulder's voice still cracked at pieces, but was now more calm than Heatwave's "we passed through hackers, time travel, tech shenanigans" Boulder chuckled at that part, because that phrase was usually Heatwave's signature "we even almost died and yet here we are! It's been a lot in the last years but look at us, Cody is about to graduate, Salvage is about to own an intership if the laws change, and thanks to your testimony, Shockwave, Soundwave and Bulkhead, even Bee, Knock Out and Breakdown, even Optimus, Sissi's friends, all of them will finally be free of human laws and finally live as promised, and Sissi and the twins will finally recieve better frames for their forgedays. Heatwave" Boulder took Heatwave's shoulder for him to look at them "what we are doing is important, and is a really big thing, a crazy but big thing, and it has a meaning, we as team. Heatwave, I need you to fight, because what we are doing and how everything will develop has a reason, a meaning, and this will end, eventually it will because nothing is eternal but as long as it is important we must do what we have to"

"How are you so sure this will end right?"

"I'm sure because I believe in a better future, a good world were we can be happy"

Heatwave's optics never stopped tearing, but those words gave him just what he needed, not because it was a good discourse, but because they were flooded in love, in companioship, he wasn't alone on his suffering but neither on his journey, he had to continue

But for now, Heatwave hugged and burried his helm on Boulder's neck, saving himself on the warm embrace, Boulder replied caressing his back, knowing this was just the recharge they both needed, the rest they both needed of everything...

[meganmackieauthor]

I Can't Get the Vampire Rogue to Romance Me - Ch 17 - A Bone to Pick

While the skeleton attacked, Hagor moved to its other side into flank, tapping it with his new rod. (The pun was not lost on her.) From the stone, thorn-covered vines shot out to entrap the skeleton’s legs. It staggered it, allowing it to only take one attack instead of its usual two. It used that attack, however, to score a hit on her shoulder on her unweaponed hand. 

“Ow!” The blade hadn’t cut through her gambeson, but she could tell it would bruise. She took the opportunity to make her own attack again, which once more landed and once more did very little to bother the skeleton. 

“This is not good!” she shouted when she saw it. 

“Hang on, Evangeline,” Hagor shouted, moving to try to use the hilt of the rod to pommel strike the skeleton, but the skeleton did not care. It remained focused on Evangeline and now had both strikes at its disposal. Evangeline tried to disengage, but she had already attempted another strike, leaving her open. The first knife felt like fire cutting through the gambeson and into the flesh of her side. The second knife came for her face.

With a flash of overly bright light, a sword blade sliced through the skeleton’s striking hand. The blade slid along Evangeline’s face, leaving a small cut and very little damage. 

At the same time, Hagor swung his rod like it was a baseball bat, taking the skeleton’s head clean off. Thorny vines sprouted from the head to catch the stone wall, trapping it there like a swinging basket. 

Evangeline looked up into Artmond’s triumphant, if blood-covered, face. He grinned beautifully. “I did it!” he said, clearly as amazed as she was at what he had done. 

“Good job, but the fight’s not over yet!” Evangeline said, pushing past him to head to the open door another new skeleton was emerging from. There were two more right behind it. 

Warmth washed over Evangeline as she went, along with a spray of sparkles dancing over her skin, erasing the scratches on her arms and presumably her face. 

“Thanks!” she called to Sigismund, who didn’t answer, turning to Artmond to cast another healing over him. 

“Did you see what I did?” he asked her gleefully, completely ignoring the disapproving line of her mouth. 

Just as Evangeline got to the doorway, she was swallowed up by darkness. A hand grabbed her, pulling her back a step so that her back slapped against the wall beside the doorway. 

“Let them go past,” Valerian hissed in her ear, his hand still holding her wrist. Evangeline complied as the skeletons stumbled through the doorway into the inky black. “Strike when I strike.”

“But I can’t see,” she tried to argue.

“Strike!” he ordered, lifting his knife over his head and leaping into thieves-trick. 

Evangeline could only do the same. 

The blind strike worked. Her knife sank into the head of the stumbling skeleton, cutting a chunk of it away. Her next strike hit it firmly in the spine, and the whole thing crumbled to the ground into a pile of bones. 

“Hells yeah!” she shouted in triumphant, only to be immediately undercut. “The other skel—!” she called out then was cut off as her back hit the ground, cutting off the rest of her air. Heavy metal boots tromped down on her, which was not something she thought could happen in the game as an attack, but it hurt just the same. She rolled, also something she couldn’t do in the game, to get out from under its feet, with the small hope that she could knock it prone as well. 

She felt more than saw someone leap over her. Valerian roared as he hit metal, crashing the skeleton to the ground beside her, and he repeatedly clanged his knife over and over again into the monster.

A few breaths later, the darkness blinding them dissipated, revealing the vampire rogue, kneeling over the shattered remains of the skeleton, still stabbing with his shouts of rage. 

“Valerian! Val! You got it!” Evangeline shouted.

He whirled toward her, his usually calm reddish eyes glowing bright with the same sparks of red light the skeletons had. 

“Oh, crap! He’s possessed!” Evangeline shouted. 

Then Valerian blinked, instantly coming back to himself. His shoulders dropped, and he lowered his knife. Then he stood up, shaking his head and clearing the light in his eyes. 

“Is it … over?” Artmond asked, already tired as he dragged his sword across the ground. 

“For the moment, take a breath,” Evangeline said, opening her menu to stare down at her stats. Only one Meta point left. 

“So that’s it? There is nothing else in these ruins?” Sigismund demanded. She looked as rough as Evangeline felt, smudges of black and at least two bruises decorating her face. 

There it was again that same pressure. Foreknowledge. 

“Evangeline?” Hagor asked, and she found the whole group was looking to her. 

She blew out a breath. “Okay, I have one Meta point left, and yes, I do think there is something up ahead that we should know about, but…”

“Then do it already,” Valerian pushed. 

“If I lose this last Meta point, that will be it, I won’t be able to help you all with whatever comes next. I mean, outside of … you know … stabby stabby.” She demonstrated her meaning with her knife. 

Her companions looked at each other, followed by nods. “Alright,” Artmond said. 

“Go ahead, Evangeline. We’ll take care of you,” Hagor agreed.

Encouraged, she nodded then spent her last point for the day. 

“Oh. Right.”

“What? What is it?” Sigismund asked. 

“Well, uh… there’s a necromancer up ahead. And he’s a vampire.”

To be continued...

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[pink--rhino]

Hey guys! I don't know what you're talking about exactly but I don't think being snippy misanthrope at each other is gonna help those people who got turned into weapons and got scattered around.

Maybe if you go find them and unweapon on them you'll feel better! :)

ꙮ - what if I can't apologise because I turned their spirits into weapons or scattered them in the earth millenia ago...

[akyoubas-moved]

@unweapon​  .        "Hey!! I may look like a skeleton but I'm hardly dead!!" Distraught to say the least. Just because you're a floating skeletal boy doesn't mean you're a ghost! "N-no offence though-" // For Hanako!

UNPROMPTED  /

  ❛      o  -  oh   sorry   for   assuming   .   never   seen   anyone   (   alive   )   like   you   before   .    ❜     tsuchigomori   ,   yako   ,   (   some   of   )   the   time   keepers   ,   even   the   mokkes  ;   they   are   beings   that   DO  NOT   belong   onto   this   world   .   unsurprisingly   ,   even   you   should   not   blend   with   the   living   ;   you’re   already   set   with   such   conditions   .   yet   seeing   the   other   floating   the   same   atmosphere   as   you   ,   seemingly   dead   ,   but   it   was   the   opposite   instead   .   curiosity   might   as   well   brought   the   cat   back   ALIVE   again   .  

    ❛     theen   -—-    if   i   touch   your   eyes   ,   will   my   fingers   pass   through   ?     ❜      asked   while   a   single   digit   slowly   sprung   onto   his   eye   socket   .   clearly   you   know   no     personal  space   .  

[tuebe]

     @unweapon​     ://      Emil's shop song can be heard in the distance, slowly getting closer, and closer, and faster, and closer, and OH GOD HES HERE

that  music  again  .  strange  ---  she’s  never  heard  it  before  their  meeting  ,  but  the  rhythm  sounds  familiar  ,  almost  nostalgic  .  it  seems  his  quest  for  memories  struck  a  chord  with  her  .  she’s  lost  in  thought  as  the  volume  increases  ,  his  humming  begins  ,  and  ----  he’s  about  to  crash  ,  isn’t  he  ?  

a  blip  as  pod  shoots  a  wheel  ,  sending  emil  tumbling  .  2b  shoots  042  a  furrowed  glance  before  taking  slow  steps  towards  the  shop  .

“  you’re  going  to  end  up  dead  one  of  these  days  .  “

[machinistic]

falls down a hill while screaming

     Truthfully, when the machine first heard the screaming, he thought it was one of the weird ones that ran around and self destructed. But those ones are usually chasing after a target and he doesn’t hear the telltale explosion so Eve knows, now, that it was not one of them. Yet the screaming is still going. And if he squints hard enough in the distance, there’s… something certainly making its way down an incline.

     Well, whatever it is, he better stop it unless it wants to fall into the ocean and sink. After all, he’s not about to step into the water and suffer the same. So he’s quick in vanishing from his current spot and reappearing just as quick, materializing from the flash of bright light and catching what seemed like a ball ( and then he absolutely realizes it’s not a ball but a machine’s head? how strange ). A curious sound is made, his feet getting their footing before he sits down, crossing his legs and holding the culprit of the screams ( it’s still screaming ).

     “Hush,” He doesn’t mean to bark but it’s the only way he can speak louder than the yelling. And he knows he should ask if the machine ( he’s assuming still ) is okay but he doesn’t. What comes out of his mouth instead is, “Do you need a body?”

[mangalho]

Ex-warbot OC

They don’t have names yet.

The two bots with the scary faces were specifically made for war, and now that it’s over, they still maintained their original ‘warface’ even though it has stigma associated to it. Many robots changed their faceplates post-war, as it made it easier to find jobs and not get into unnecessary conflict.

The sleeker looking guy used to be in their company, though he wasn’t made in the same factory as them; he isn’t their ’batch-mate’.

After the war he completely modified his frame, and now has an idol career. He desperately wats to erase his past, as people (and robots alike) will respond better to a ‘new’ and untainted idol.

The two warface bots are “brother and sister” and they do odd jobs here and there to make ends meet and to be able to afford things they want. Rich people hire them as bouncers a lot since they are a symbol of terrible times. Sometimes they earn 15k in one night for just one gig it’s crazy. They both really love clothes since it distances them from their body’s original purpose while simultaneously not erasing their past. Also they look cute and cool!

The idol bot once meets the warfaces by chance in the street and pretends he doesn’t know them AGAHAKALAK I think he’s insane… completely erasing your past and the person you were is psychopathic to me idk. Anyway

There arent a lot of warfaces going around anymore. since they either died during the war or changed their frames. Pre-war bots were re-fitted during the conflicts and just had to go back to their former unweaponized frames after it was all over so they’re fine.  All of these robots can download information and i want that type of learning to mostly disappear if its deleted, but if they learn things like we do or experience real events, those memories and skills can’t really truly be erased; if they do try erasing them, they will still remember them, just not with HD video clarity, which brings them immense suffering sometimes. “How to people live like this?!” Well buddy it sucks idk we all cope

Newly minted robots are wack because they don’t exactly have a ‘soul’ yet they just do things they’re supposed to do, but after some time, all of them actually develop real awareness and shit… my war bots had like a 78% chance of dying everyday when they were activated, but they survived and attained sentience at like one year post birth and they wised up rly fast after that. They remember their first year, but they describe it as a ‘weird haze’

These robots feel pain so they wont like dive into a hole or damage themselves too much. Self preservation means longer-lived machines which means less repair costs and less human lives on the line as well.. slay !!!

While the conflicts went on, most robots achieved sentience and decided to stop fighting so there was like a robots rights movement and eventually the war stopped altogether and now the robots have a salary and a normal life mostly. They arent organics, so they need other things. They are solar powered and need oil sometimes and also they need new nanomachines once in a while like we need vaccines. Get your boosters… its not just tetanus and coronavirus anymore now they gotta think about like..the trojan horse 9000

I want them to have this aversion to organic things dying bc they are universally gross. Like they dont like seeing living-machines die either but a rat being squished by a car is also gross!

There are probably some tensions between humans and robots but like i kinda get it bc i wouldnt mess with a guy who has like lead pipes for arms. also most robots ARE normal but some are insane idk 🙆‍♀️🤷‍♀️ just  like people are.

 mine are normal tho they’re just vibing 💖🗣🤙

[bombastic-muses-blog]

Black carefully takes the knife and gun away. "Yellow, these things are dangerous, and you don't know how to use them. I'll just take them off your hands so that doesn't happen. You can keep the water gun though." ( @primarycolorbombers )

“Gee thanks! I like the water gun the most anyways! Have fun with those!”

[dvineblood]

         BEING A BELMONT COMES WITH STRANGE ABILITIES.   one  of  those  being  the  ability  to  detect  the  lifeforce  of  other  beings .    every  soul  richter  encounters  has  slight  variations--  he  can  feel  the  bloodthirst  of  a  vampire ,    or  the  innocent  fright  of  a  child.    having  such  raw  control  over  a  situation  usually  is  enough  to  comfort  him .    yet ,    sensing  the  presence  of  a  creature  whose  energy  resembles  both  weapon    &    child  deeply  unsettles  him .

               &  so ,    whip  in  hand ,   richter  finds  himself  wandering  into  a  long   forgotten  mansion ,    attempting  to  find  whatever  lurks  within .    it  is  when  he  reaches  a  library  that  he  feels  it  strongest ,    &   pauses .    he  does  not  feel  threatened .    he  feels  a  deep ,    inconsolable  sorrow .    still  unable  to  see  anyone  else  in  the  room ,    he  decides  to  speak .

              ‘  hello ?    my  name  is  richter  belmont .    i’ve  come  to  help  you .  ‘

@unweapon

[haro0o]

Hi, welcome to the section where I talk about Au’s idea but rarely/never use it

So! This is definitely inspired by @pillowdrawz Hamatos Umarekawari Au because I love this AU so much that my brain decided to put the concept into an idea

Imagine, that a lot of Raphs from other universes (mirage,87, 03, 07, 12, bayverse) was dropped into Rise Universe

BUT !

They were all de-aged

BUT!

They are all of different ages! The earlier they out the older they are

Like

Bayverse = 12 y/o “Rafi”

12 = 10 y/I “Ael”

07 = 6 y/o “Rave”

03 = 4 y/o “Cody”

87 = 2 y/o “Ray”

Mirage = 0,5 (freshly mutated) “Ree”

Rafi tried to take care of them for a night before he stumbles on young adult Rise Raph, who after seeing the whole set of tots, decided to just scoop them up and adopt them immediately.

They all see Raph as their older brother or dad figure.

Mikey help Rafi with his woodcraft and Ael’s art skill

Donnie built a definitely unweaponized armor for Rave. Rave love it dearly

Ree speaks in “mew” language and is surprisingly a good listener despite being a literal Infant

RosegardenAU

[revasserium]

ma’am I love the way you write about hands and kakashi, so if you would like, can I ask for kakashi + hand holding headcanons. or anything really ❤️❤️

commissions are open; requests are always open, but i make no promises 

(re)teach kakashi ; 990 words 

from the moment he was taught how to use a kunai, he knew that his hands were made for killing. it fit, somehow, the weight of the dark metal in his palms, the way the cold of it stung his fingers on particularly cold mornings, like a constant reminder of the havoc he can wreak on the world, of the litres and litres of blood he’s capable of spilling. of how he was made for naught else but this -- 

the first time you take his hands in yours, he’s terrified of breaking you, somehow, even though he knows you’re much too strong to be broken; still, he doesn’t trust himself. he wants to tell you be careful he wants to tell you watch out for all the broken glass caught beneath my finger nails he wants to tell you it’ll hurt when i touch you because that’s just what my hands were made to do. 

“you have really nice hands,” you say, running your own, delicate fingers over them -- scarred and callused yes, but beautiful nonetheless. 

he lets out a laugh like a breath of shaking the world from his shoulders -- 

“thanks... they’re... useful.” 

“mm, best shinobi tools, huh?” you lace your fingers through his, letting your head fall back against his shoulders. the pair of you sit on the floor of his apartment, your legs tucked under the lowrise table, the heater beneath the blanket humming, his arms curled around you like a sweater, chin hooked over your shoulder. 

“yep. what with signs and...” he sighs, “well, everything else.” 

you grin, turning your face slightly. 

“you wanna learn how to play piano?” 

“ha?” 

“have you ever played an instrument?” you look down at your interlaced hands, sinking deeper into the warmth of his chest, melting into him like you so often do. it’s a strange thing, for the both of you, to let your guards down so much, to allow him access to the back of your neck where he’s grazing his lips against your skin -- 

to fight down the urge to turn and run when either of you opens the a door that’s not in your immediate line of sight; to let you wander up behind him, wrap your arms around his torso, drag him to the bed, kiss him till he doesn’t remember all the cardinal directions or which way the wind is currently blowing. 

“you should try it.” 

“the... piano --” he hums, and then, he smiles, letting his lips graze the skin of your cheek, “sure, if you’re willing to teach me.” 

you laugh, twisting in his arms to wrap yours around his neck, nosing into the crook of his neck. he shifts to tuck your body more snuggly against his, and then, you both fall into a soft, sweet silence, the kind that’s unweighted by the dregs of duty or expectation. a clean, almost reverent silence, unshielded, unweaponized -- still, and made all the more perfect because of it. 

when you lean up to kiss him, kakashi finds his hands trailing along the dip of your waist, coming to rest on the bend of your hips, and for the first time in possibly forever, they don’t feel like the creatures of destruction they usually are -- you teach him slowly, without words, how to wield them like paint brushes instead of throwing stars, to draw breath instead of blood -- to trade in pleasure and trust rather than lives and deaths. 

you teach him, like learning how to fly, like coaxing wings from his back after a whole eternity of back-aches and too-sore shoulders, wondering why on earth he was made like that, only to realize that oh, maybe... just maybe, he was made for something more. 

“kakashi?” 

“hm?” he turns to face you, the sheets mussed and twisted around your bodies like water made solid. he reaches out to trace a finger along the side of you face, brushing over the soft, smooth plane of your cheeks, all the way up to tug lightly at your ear. he smiles. 

“how do you think you’ll like it?” you turn to face him, your whole body curling beneath the sheets till he can do little else than reach forward and pull you close. it’s not a choice so much as it is a compulsion, to reach for you, to touch you -- to love you. 

“like what?” he’s too distracted by the smell of your skin on his. 

you raise a hand to touch his nose, following the line of it up to his forehead, and then slowly down the left side of his face, tracing the pink, slightly puckered skin of his scar; he lets his sharingan eye flicker open to look at you, and he thinks even if he could peer into the depths of your mind, he wouldn’t -- because he wants to find out slowly, bit by bit, taste it on your lips, steal it from your tongue, derive it from the way your body bends and breaks beneath him, for him, for him. 

he lets his hands dance over the map of your skin, the dots and scars and lingering wounds like landmarks to places he wishes he could see. 

“playing piano,” you say, and his hands pause; he considers you, in the dim light of the half-full moon, filtering through his window, the curtains left open for the night sky to pour in, spilling across the floor like ill-kept secrets. 

he laughs, a sound that shocks even himself. you laugh too, and he thinks there’s no sound more beautiful in the world than the sounds of your mixed laughter, ringing between your bodies -- trickling down your skins like piano music. 

“i think i’ll like it...” he says, leaning in to brush his nose to yours, his hands settling against your body like finding the meaning of ‘meant to be’ -- 

“because it’ll be with you.” 

[huenjin]

092. "i want you to be happy."

♡ pairing: jisung x reader ♡ genre: slight fluff, thriller | purge!au, dystopian!au ♡ word count: 1,187 words ♡ tw: blood, killings, guns ♡ note: this is a sneak peak into what you should expect in blood fever when it does come out one day, haha!

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you are knocking at his door, painfully mad at the fact that jisung thinks it's alright to break up with you and blame it on him being dangerous. even worse, to tell you that he intends on ending the purge forever and if you were not going to help him, you are just going to be a pleasant distraction.

you slam your fist angrily at his door, oblivious to everything around you besides your own emotions. the door is pulled open only for you to come face to face with a huge ak-47 aimed right at your forehead and you take a step back.

"do you hate me enough to aim a fucking gun at me, you bastard?" you are screaming. you hold the gun and push it to the side to look at the boy you have loved for years only for the existence of the purge from last year to have ruined it for all.

"what the fuck are you doing here, y/n? why are you outside? why are you not at home?" jisung is livid as he drops his arm, the gun by his side as he looks at you with fury filling his eyes. he grips on your shoulder with his unoccupied and drags you forward, repeating slowly, words as cold as ice, "why the fuck are you here?"

"for an explanation."

"now is not a good ti—"

the emergency broadcasting system starts and the color drains from your face. you forgot all about the day when you were in bed crying over jisung leaving you and about how you just can't let him go, about how your bedding doesn't seem the same because he's not there in it anymore.

"this is not a test. this is your emergency broadcasting system announcing the commencement of the annual purge—" fuck.

"pull her the fuck in, you idiot." you hear a voice from behind jisung and you look to find minho with his gun holster and knives. you smile at the sight of a familiar face, waving at you.

and jisung does exactly what minho shouts. the tears well behind your eyes and you know jisung is probably even madder at you than before. this still doesn't change the fact that you will not leave till you have your explanation; a proper one at that.

"why are you avoiding me?"

you hear the ending of the ment, "blessed be our new founding father and korea, a nation reborn. may god be with you all." the public speakers blast, screech and stop. you look down at your military shorts and crop top, bare and unweaponed. you are probably going to die today and it's all on you and your stupidity.

jisung runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back to expose the undercut he got a few days back. he changes his hairstyle too after the breakup, you think in sorrow.

jisung finally speaks, with a certain calmness lacing his voice, "i'm not avoiding you." minho chuckles, his attention at the mug of beer he's holding as he sits only a few metres away. the other male glares at him before bringing his attention back on you.

"you are avoiding me. you won't pick up my calls. you just left me. i mean, sungie, we are each other's only family. you can't—"

you are about to break down into tears, something you wished you didn't before him. han jisung is you ex now and no one wants to cry miserably before the one that broke their heart. jisung sighs, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you so tight that you remember exactly how warm he feels — how warm he always felt. "don't cry, oh god. i want you to be happy. i just wanted to protect you."

"from what?"

"you know—" the door is slammed down repeatedly till the wood chips from the side, nails screw out and the door falls flat on the surface. about five to six people walk into the house with knives and guns. minho jumps to his feet and jisung pulls you behind him, covering you from any possible projectile of danger.

he cocks his gun and aims. minho is already charging and your feet feel like it is firmly rooted deep into the ground. jisung grips tightly on your arm and mutters, "from exactly this," and he shoots, the impact of the gun pushing him back slightly. you hold onto his dress shirt for a minute, still clouded in fear. from the corner of your eyes, you notice minho slicing through a man's neck, blood jutting out from his jugular.

you let go of jisung's dress shirt upon noticing a spare gun on the counter and rush to grab it. jisung notices the absence of your being from behind him and he turns back in worry. a man with a sickle in his hand charges forward unbeknownst to him. you cock the gun and pull the trigger from your position, aiming right at the man, with your hands shivering. shooting him twice, one on his chest and the other on his shoulder, you stare at the gun in surprise as the man falls down to his death.

you took part in the purge. something you vowed to yourself that you would never do.

jisung's eyebrows quirk up in surprise and minho throws you a thumbs up, screaming, "great moves, babe."

however, once done, you realise you did not mind this. you did not mind accompanying jisung even if it was a path of destruction and downfall.

jisung shoots at the last man that's about to throw a gun at you, shooting him a second time after he collapses. the blood spilled on the floor stains the wooden panelling on the corners and you walk closer to him with your fingers wrapped around the gun firmly.

"you may call me your doll," you bite your tongue. "but i will not be some stupid ragdoll expecting you to protect me. i'm in this with you."

minho is smirking. jisung's heart skips a beat as he sees you, beads of perspiration glistening from the sides of the neck. you are breaking out in cold sweat and yet your confidence still bleeds through. your hand grips the revolver a bit too tight that jisung knows that he has a lot to teach you before he takes you with him on the mission to reach till the authorities to end the purge. but for now, as he looks at you, someone fragile yet ready to break everything down, he knows he's always loved you. even in times he wasn't by your side.

"you gotta stop doing that."

"stop doing what?"

"saying things that make me want to kiss you."

"who's stopping you from doing that?" you smile. jisung laughs.

minho groans. he slides the knife against the table, smudging the blood on the sides before rotating it by the handle. "me! i'm stopping you guys from doing that. me! lee minho! can we just focus these twenty four hours with our brains and not your dick or her vagina? yeah? thanks."

[internutter]

Challenge #03368-I080: Unweapons Ready

A mixed class of Humans and other Deathworlders have joined a space marines corps within the Alliance. It's a lot harder than it looks, even for the Human cadets. -- Anon Guest

They say that war never changes, but the fields of conflict do indeed change. The arms race is one that cannot be won, only lost. Eventually, some smartarse invents the ultimate defensive capabilities and too much money is spent on looking for something that could get through it.

Firstly, the defense against micrometeors, macrometeors, and any other space debris will also snap up any incoming ordinance. The processes involved also disassemble anything it grabs into collections of stable elements.

Secondly, the defenses against plasma storms can easily absorb any energy weapons' output, turning it into the ships' own power.

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[bigskydreaming]

Seven Sentences Game

Challenge: post the last 7 sentences you wrote and tag 7 people

Tagged by @romanticism-is-maudlinism so here’s a bit I wrote for It’s The End of the World As We Know It (I Don’t Feel Fine), part of my Ric Grayson fix-it series Bury Your Dead. This part is Jason and Cass because I absolutely love pitting the two of them against each other as I view them as capable of getting under each other’s skin in a way nobody else can. Also, they’re not having a good day here, and they’re letting it out.....another part of their dynamic in my view is I see them as being unafraid to NOT pull their punches with each other, emotionally speaking.

Tagging @rose-blooms-red and whoever else still hasn’t done this, since I’m like, days behind lol. Also, its been way too many days since I opened up a WIP document so I used this to just start writing and I’m just posting what I wrote instead of just seven sentences. Also also, counting is hard.

******

“You used me.” Jason voiced the realization with what he thought was admirable aplomb, all things considered. He didn’t even reach for his gun or anything. Course, if that had less to do with the fact that this was his sister and more that this was his sister who would just take his gun away and smack him with it if he ever drew on her, well. No one would ever know. This was his internal monologue, dammit.

For her part, Cass said nothing. Not that he’d expected her to. Most people assumed her carefully constructed silences were all just a control freak issue born of her aphasia, but they were a conversational tactic in and of themselves. Leave no trait unweaponized, after all. 

That was their family credo, wasn’t it?

“That’s why you pulled me into this instead of doing it yourself. It was never about doing this together. It was because all your information gathering resources run through B or Oracle’s networks, and they would have wanted to know why you were looking into these particular names. But you know I have my own networks for when I want their noses butting out of my affairs, so you outsourced to me.”

Lacking little sister’s comfort with the quiet, Jason filled it with his continued musings, as he circled her like a creeper. Then he stopped the circling because her refusal to shift even to track his movements made it impossible to avoid being aware of the ‘like a creeper’ part while doing that. Ugh, she was just the worst.

“Were you looking for a denial?” She asked at last. Her bored tone made it obnoxiously anticlimactic.

“Nah, just pointing out that you’re as manipulative as the rest of us, oh much vaunted ‘best of us.’“

She smiled sharply. “I see that now Dick’s not here to project your insecurities onto, you’ve shifted them to me. Fun.”

Damn. He’d been mostly going for some kinda annoying sing-song rhyme thing there, but he might have to give her that point regardless. Fucking Freudian slips.

“And I know who I am,” she said. “The only one here afraid of a little introspection is you.”

“Challenge accepted!”

Cass rolled her eyes.

To be fair, the dramatically pointed finger might have been a bit over the top.

“See, you know what’s still curious to me? The why of it all. Why you’ve been going to such great lengths uncovering these little secrets of Dick’s, leaving no stone unturned when it comes to his potential unfinished business. Why you were so worried that Julienne might have been his. And you know what I think?”

She raised an eyebrow sarcastically. Jason didn’t know how else to describe it, but it was definitely what happened. That was a sarcastic eyebrow raise.

“I think its because you feel guilty.”

“Guilty,” she repeated, with a full speech’s worth of skepticism packed nice and tight into just the two syllables.

“Yup. Guilty. Because you don’t want there to be any reason he has to go back to being Dick Grayson,” he said with a flourish, relishing the way her gaze narrowed. "Anything making him feel an actual need to get his memories back. Because you don’t want him to be Dick Grayson. You want him to stay Ric. And you feel guilty about that, but its the truth all the same.”

“And why would I want that?”

“Because you want to keep believing I’m just an outlier.”

She stilled, which was a testament to him for being able to note the difference at all. Muscles vibrating with the faintest of microtensions. Here there be dragons.

Just meant he was right.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about. You’ve always been able to explain away the old man’s certain....aggressiveness towards me because of how much time I’ve spent physically at odds with the fam. Muddies the water. Makes it hard to see clearly where its just him reacting to a potential threat to his family and where he’s being the threat. But what if its not just me?”

Again, still, additionally, she remained quiet.

“And I think you know its not. I think you’ve suspected for awhile, even. But there’s a difference between knowing, and knowing.....and as long as Dick is still Ric, there’s no way to really know, right? But with all the dots he’s dropped without being able to connect them the way people with more of the whole picture can, like us.....once he gets his memories back, you couldn’t just not ask anymore. You’d have to know, once and for all. And you don’t want that. You’re afraid of that point of no return, because once past it, you might have to face that what you see when you look at B isn’t all there is to him. And if you can be that wrong about him? Well. You could be wrong about everything. And I think that scares the shit out of you, so yeah. You want Dick to stay Ric, and you feel guilty as fuck about it, but that doesn’t change the facts. And that’s what I think.”

She pursed her lips, the portrait of calm acceptance as she absorbed his tough love or total bullshit, depending on your point of view, and nodded once. Great. He was out here laying down harsh truths like he was.....someone who lays down a lot of stuff, whatever, look he was exhausted from all that unpacking, leave him alone, he needed to rest, but the point was.....all that and the best he got was a fucking nod? Screw it. Next time he was just gonna cut his losses and try for getting blood from a stone instead. Felt like that’d be more rewarding. Might see some actual dividends there.

Cass raised her hands and started making swift, fluid gestures that took him an embarrassing couple seconds to recognize as speech. Never as quick to transition from spoken word to signed as she was, he was left mentally running to catch up. Course, he suspected that was at least partially her intent.

“That’s what I love about you, little brother. Even when you have no clue what you’re talking about, you’re not afraid to commit and take it all the way.”

Punctuating with a middle finger, she pivoted sharply and stalked off into the darkness, vanishing within seconds. 

Ever the conversationalist, his sis.