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briseroyawritingsblog · 8 months ago

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𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 ��𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. this is based in 2051, living in the future, kissing, new feelings (reader & Lo), alcohol consumption, protected sex, riding, missionary, fluff, etc.

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

diver by @anitalenia 🤍

There was hardly any difference between humans and robots. In fact, humans were scared to go out in sheer daylight. The government– used humans brains to make robots be it for work, or different things like soldiers. DNA was stolen, and given away for experiments. Human kind was slowly enslaved the end of the world was approaching. So you were born.. your brain was made mostly out of wires but you looked like a human. Your body temperature was warm just like human. Your hair was thick and long and you were aware that you were alive. You were programmed to work for people who would hire you. You completed basic tasks like cooking, cleaning and babysitting children. You were a perfect example of a housewife— you were made to do these things. Of course instead of having a human heart and brain you had adamantium in you. Your eyes were different they were pitch black sclera. You had a dainty very womanly hands– nails painted in purple. Your lips were glossy, your white pearly teeth shined like diamonds. Your cheeks looked like they were blushing. You had so many skills, you loved being you. Everything about you was amazing.. even the strength you possessed. Your features resembled a young female, maybe in her early twenties. Before you left for work, you packed a suitcase. Set of uniforms and you were given clothes.

“She’s all yours. Your contract ends in two months.” The man who brought you to your new place, shook hands with someone named Logan and left you. Logan grabbed the envelope and turned you on, by touching your hand. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled softly– eyelashes so big they were touching your eyelids.

“Hi” you greeted him.

“Hi..” he mumbled back observing you. His eyes taking in your beauty.

“What can I do for you.” You looked around the apartment, slowly walking to the window.

“I don’t know.. you tell me.” He sighed softly pouring himself a glass of whiskey. Your brain automatically told you that drinking is hazardous.

“Well..I can start by cleaning for you. Where should I begin?” You cheered scanning the apartment grabbing the clothes from the sofa.

“If that’s what you want..” His words trailed off slowly, gazing at your every move. You cleaned so well.. by seconds you were washing the dishes. The next moment you were folding his laundry, the next moment you dusted in the living room.

“Well.. you’re fuckin’ made for this kid” he opened the annual you came with. Things were written down how to control you– and how to turn you off and charge you during the nights.

“I didn’t know you require to sleep.” A slight wonder painted his features.

“I do Sir. Full eight hours.” You responded wiping down the counter, moving onto the bathroom to clean.

“No wait.. ugh” Logan was about to stop you but you already started to spray the surfaces and wiping everything down.

“You didn’t have to clean up here too..” taking in your appearance again he noticed how swiftly you handled everything. The sink was covered in blood, he had a little shooting accident and forgot to clean up. His whole apartment was a mess and now it was sparkling clean.

Leaning in the bathroom doorway with the annual book in his hand, reading about rules and resets. Blinking you stopped observing the tiles, stepping inside the bathtub you scrubbed them clean.

“Yeah.. c’on kid you don’t have to do that” slight nervousness washed over his features as he watched you.

“Sir. I’m programmed to complete everything once I start cleaning it.” You responded and he rolled his eyes.

“Knock yourself out. I’m gonna hit the bar” shrugging he threw the annual on the couch and grabbed his jacket.

“Have a nice time sir!” You cheered again.

By the time he returned you had the floors polished too, every corner of his apartment sparkly clean. His bedsheets ironed, the guest room prepared for your stay. Currently you were cooking dinner– you didn’t know what he liked but you did throw out two pizza boxes so you knew the kitchen was not really used for cooking. Having an excellent sense of smell, was one of your characteristics just like humans had. You were not able to taste the food yourself but you made sure it’s very well seasoned. Did you had the groceries delivered to you? Yes you did. Hearing the key lock you straightened your apron and walked to the door to greet him but you were only greeted with a growl. “What is the matter?” You asked, your system telling you that he is injured all over the chest. “Sir!” You followed him to the bathroom watching him stand over the sink removing his jacket finding out the red liquid littered all over his chest was something called ‘blood’ hearing him growl in pain using his strength to push out the bullets which fell into the sink you touched his shoulder. “Can I give you assistance sir?” You asked him, seeing his demeanour shift features softening. “Take a seat” running your hands over the cabinets using your special feature to locate the first aid kit you heard him sink into the couch with a painful sigh.

“Hey kid.. I’m healing alright? It’s not needed.” Putting the first aid kit down you approached him again sitting down next to him zooming in onto his chest seeing the little wounds heal away. Zooming back out you suggested to have dinner.

He shook his head. “I just wanna fuckin sleep. How about later?” You were not able to tell but you felt some kind of different emotion cloud your system. It was different– usually you were not able to tell what you felt but today it felt like sadness. “Of course Sir.” You returned back to kitchen– it was bizarre that you even felt something. After Logan napped, you were sitting next to him waiting patiently. Even though it was after midnight– seeing him wake up you greeted him

“Can I make you a cup of coffee Sir?” Logan sat up eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Why are you awake? I thought you needed your eight hours of sleep?” Your features resembled a small smile

“You didn’t put me to sleep Sir…”. Grabbing the annual in his hand again turning the pages quickly he groaned. “I haven’t finished reading this.. look I’m sorry. I will do better” your system was telling you he felt regret. It was amazing you were able to recognise his human feelings but you weren’t nearby ready to feel something yourself it was surprising “It’s totally okay sir.” Making him a cup of coffee while he read the annual he sipped on it. He looked so focused, as he turned to the next page— he stopped. The page was pink with hearts all over it.

“Love mode?” He raised a brow giving you a look you didn’t manage to recognise. But it was between surprised and confused for sure.

“I didn’t quite get that Sir? Most of the robots like myself.. do have love mode.” Tilting your head to take a peek at the page he closed the book.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to activate it.” He responded taking a sip of his coffee.

“Why not Sir? It’s completely safe.” You smile at him.

“I will try my hardest to satisfy your needs.”

“Oh really? My needs?”

You nodded “Of course.”

“Did anyone ever used it on you?” Curiosity rose in his voice. Your response was simple

“No Sir. I am mostly used for cooking, cleaning, and household work…I’m excellent with children.”

Logan raised a brow again “Pretty little thing like you? Just— ugh I’m sorry..” he trailed off.

A smile rose to your cheeks “Yes Sir. That’s what I’m made for” the answer alone was fair enough but he let out a soft sigh. “Right– let’s get you to sleep” offering his hand you gladly took it. It was amazing that your body temperature automatically resembled his the moment of contact. You were something extraordinary– both walking to the guest room you grabbed your pyjama. “Just a moment.” He cleared his throat turning away from you whilst you changed your uniform throwing the worn clothes in the laundry basket. Logan did take a peek at your body, human… goddamn you were all human— the curves of your body were inviting even your naked butt was nothing compared to robots. Pulling out a wire from the back of your neck turning around to face him. “I’m ready Sir. Is there anything I can do for you before resting?” Logan shook his head slowly. “No.. thank you..” he stepped closer to you. Your system was reading his face and there was softness in his expression. Maybe a hint of lust. “Sir did you look at me whilst I changed?” Logan felt embarrassment heat in his face. “I did.” You smiled. “Would you wish to turn on the love mode?” He groaned at your question. “No, I promise you I won’t touch you” he stood his ground. Nodding softly you rested yourself on the bed. Closing your eyes as he set your body to charge. —

Walking to the kitchen stretching his arms he saw how clean it was. Opening the cabinets were stocked— “what?” he furrowed his eyebrows together, refrigerator was full too. Meals prepared, labelled, and even dates written on them. “Did she mealprepped too?” Asking himself reading through the labels. The meals looked very nutritious, very healthy. Looking at the door he had beers stocked alphabetically, even sodas too. Everything set by colour and flavour. Closing his eyes he sighed softly. How could he even live like this for the next two months? And after what? He’d have to rent someone again? Natural struggles like this. Maybe you were to teach him how to live like a human being. The moment in the guest room repeated at the back of his mind, how could he be attracted to a female robot. A machine with no feelings? Was there something wrong with him? He was telling himself that he’s an idiot. Mentally stabbing himself with his claws. Closing the refrigerator after grabbing himself a beer and the opening drawers. The utensils shined, the plates too. The dishwasher was empty and everything neatly put away. He felt satisfied but also..felt bad. He wanted to do this stuff too.. have a proper home. He missed having someone doing it for him maybe having dinners with someone. Charles used to tell him to give this ‘home’ a chance. But how could he? Every love of his life was now deceased. Everyone was just gone— perhaps you could make it all go away. Maybe he was losing his mind after all… he had nothing to lose anymore.

Switching off the lights he sat on the couch again opening the annual. What was love mode?

It peaked his interests, how could possibly a robot satisfy someone? As he read further his eyes widened. Love mode allows the synth, replicate human emotions, such as touch, feelings, desires and needs– it was possible? Leaning to his right he gazed to the guest room seeing you asleep on the bed. Pushing the thoughts away, he gulped on his beer before switching on the flat screen. The news were on, and it was possible to purchase a robot too. If the two month contract would end.. he’d have to hire someone new again or rehire you again. And again, and again. Maybe purchasing you and owning you would be a better idea.. giving you a home. You were constantly rehired and brought to different homes. Like this you could stay with him until the end of time—

Days were long, Logan worked during the week and you were mostly at his apartment making sure everything is clean. You’d take his mail, pick up his calls. Standing by the window seeing the advertisements of your face on the buildings— you were getting warnings that the weather might get even worse. So you decided to call Logan

“Sir, the weather is-” you started and Logan sighed.

“I don’t have time to pick up your calls. It’s just a storm, do not call me to work.”

“But Sir” the line got dead and your system told you he disconnected the line.

Taking an umbrella you left his apartment. Wearing one of his jackets and a hood over your head. You were immune to water or rain it didn’t matter you were allowed to go outside but not alone. Calculating the location of his workplace, you walked until you reached his office. Telling the receptionist you were to see Logan she directed you to his office.

“What are you doing here?” Alarming look on his face told you that he was nothing but worried.

“Umbrella. You needed one Sir– I am programmed to keep you safe and attend all of your needs.” Logan furrowed his eyebrows together feeling his heart skip a beat. Your black eyes lowered to his pulse you could read his heart rate. It was picking up spiking higher than usual. “Sir.. are you alright?” He nodded slowly. He never had someone take care of him or worry for him. Emotions— he felt so many being in your presence and god you would never know how he really felt. Would you?

“Stay here. I have one more meeting and then we can go home.” He told you motioning you to sit down at his office chair and you did as he wished. After a long day and a drive home in complete silence you didn’t make an eye contact with him. You couldn’t read any of his emotions anymore— as if he built this indestructible wall around his feelings protecting himself…after you both entered his apartment he told you he needed a shower.

“Would you like me to warm some dinner for you sir?” You suggested and he nodded “Yes. You can leave it on the table, and brew me some coffee please I will work in my home office.” You nodded. “The coffee is freshly brewed and sweetened sir.” Straightening your ironed apron you warmed up his dinner and did everything he wanted. Hearing the shower running and seeing the door is partly open you wondered how it felt standing beneath warm cascading water. Humans.. they were complex weren’t they?

Standing straight by the kitchen counter you replayed the memories of your first meeting with Mr Howlett. Until he walked out the bathroom having a towel around his waist. You followed after him.

“Sir?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“Yes.”

Upon entering you saw him dry his hair.

“Can I help you dress?”

“No, kid. You’re doing way too much around here.”

“Sir.”

“Can I pick fresh pyjamas for you? I ironed them.”

“Knock yourself out, princess”

“But first can I dry you off, there’s water dripping off your body”

“I don’t think that’s appropriate.” He groaned softly. Oh he wanted it; he wanted you close. He wanted you to dress him, feed him, and be his little housewife. It has been four weeks and he couldn’t deny it anymore.

“Sir? Would you like me to turn on the love mode for you?”

You asked taking a new towel to pat dry his chest.

“Yes.”

— Love mode activated. —

“Please pick percentage for my feelings for you sir” as you dried off his body, logan wondered if this was a good decision.

“75%”

Your system programmed your feelings to 75% percent to his wish.

“Choose the percentage for my affection for you sir”

“80%”

Logan watched you slowly dry every drop off his chest gracefully holding that towel.

“Choose the percentage for my lust sir”

“90%”

“You’ve successfully activated your love mode. It has been saved and now you can use me to satisfy your needs” as you said those words Logan watched your face changing. Your lips got glossier, your cheeks reddened and your eyes hooded. That’s how it worked.. you became even more beautiful, maybe in a sexiest ways possible. So alluring.. so inviting no man could ever refuse you

Logan cupped your cheek. You dropped the towel, your own hands started to wander over his naked chest exploring his toned abdomen. Pushing him on the bed slowly so he landed on his back you climbed on top of him. Opening his towel. Your fingers touching his erection, slowly. Thumb circling the pink swollen tip. “Do we have protection sir?” Logan nodded. “Yeah.. I do” his breathing hitched as you cupped his growing aching cock. Reaching in his bedside table he pulled protection, a condom. You let out a small moan as you started to roll the condom over his cock. He watched you— you became so different with the love mode and his desire for you was deepening. He couldn’t hide it, you were everything that he ever wanted. Taking care of him so well. “Take it off..” he whispered eyes hooded with lust. Undoing your apron, then your maid dress your naked body was revealed to him. Your pussy looked so small. He tested your folds and you closed your eyes releasing a soft moan. “You were made for this weren’t you princess? Your pussy is moist. How can that even happen” he breathed sliding a finger between your folds. “Fuck..” he cursed eyes glued to your perky breasts. God your nipples were hardened, and peaked so beautifully. Just like an ordinary female “I was made for you Sir..” you lustfully breathed but before you sank down on his protected cock he flipped you over so he was on top of you. “Please Sir.. use me. I can make it all go away.. I’m yours” you spoke softly observing his protected cock. Logan lowered himself on top of you completely, your hands caressed the small of his back as he slowly found your perfect pussy and inserted his cock right inside of you.

— Love overdrive —

“Mmmm!” Your cute little moan was everything that he ever wanted to her before he snapped his hips into you. Your little whimpers and moans only spurred him on “needy little thing aren’t you bub? love mode? you were made for this cock” you nodded rapidly sliding your arms around him and your thighs around his hips. “Yes sir, made for you and your cock” repeating his words your glossy lips remained parted and moans flowing out. Your pussy is being filled and repeatedly and you never experienced love mode. It was your first time. The creamy substance which coated his protected cock was your own lubrication even though you were created only to satisfy his needs, you felt like a human. “Kiss me..” holding the back of his hair as he nuzzled his face between your breasts harshly breathing he slid his large arm behind your neck slightly prodding you up towards his lips. His mouth connected to yours in a soft kiss and you closed your eyes at the experience, clinging your whole body around him. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip and your moans only increased in volume clouding his mind making him love struck. His heartbeat spiked, as he needily rolled his hips against yours putting all of his cock in and you barely withdrawing and moving back in again. Your system was pink, your vision was pink the whole while as you made love. “I love you Sir..” you mumbled against his lips and Logan growled out “You love me huh? Perfect little thing, but fuck I love you too” he watched your perfect breasts bounce to his thrusts until he flipped you right back. You were on top of him his cock buried right inside of you. Your small hands lying flat on his chest, biting your lower lip you started to bounce on his cock. Throwing your head back, your long wavy curls covering your back and logan seized your waist in his large palms exploring your breasts listening to your moans and whimpers as you took all of his length. “Shit.. I- fuck.. I’m gonna..” he gasped for breath as you rose up and down his length making sure you nestled him right in you, your hips picked up the speed as you bounced faster letting him grope your breasts letting out the loudest growls you have ever heard. Those growls were followed by soft moans as he halted your hips bucking up into you reaching his high letting out a breathless whimper. “Fuck.. ughhhh..” you cooed cupping his cheeks leaning down to give him a soft kiss and he responded softly. Sliding out of you slowly he rolled on top of you planting soft kisses on your glossy lips and you watched him dispose the use condom. You were so much at all at once that he couldn’t last as long as he planned with you. “Would you like me to switch off the love mode, sir?” Logan shook his head slowly. “No.. please.” A smile greeted your face and your hands entwined, your fingers joining. “Would you like me to run you a bath sir?” You asked him gazing up at him. “I’m exhausted..” he whispered. Noticing how your expression changed again, it was back to normal yet that hint of love remained. “Sleep Sir..” you kissed his lips watching him then roll over to the empty side immediately passing out. It was only natural that men needed sleep after sex, and you understood that so you left his bed and collected your clothes. After cleaning up in the bathroom like a woman supposed to do, your system was telling you to do it. With a damp cloth— then you changed into your pyjama getting your needed rest too charging up for the next day. Your memory replayed before sleeping, it was more then satisfying.

for both of you.

this is complete work of fiction, any mistakes typos I apologise in advance.

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omgfangirlland · 1 month ago

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I think I just fell in love with 🫀 anon. Wanna be friends with them so bad frfr

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🫀 anon is very nice! And we just got another anon that I think you'll love adding to the Ben10!Reader (:

Sorry, I got distracted with an itch for Sims 4 due to watching a Sims builder make some nice houses and went down a custom content rabbit hole 🫠🫠

There's a reason Bruce is shaking and pale- but let's go back a bit.

After you left, Martha and Thomas were sure soon enough someone would notice, maybe not Bruce, maybe not even Alfred, but surely a kid would. The kid did- true- but they just thought you moved out, after all, it wasn't like Bruce was out and proud of you- hell, the man didn't even rectify the rumor that you were dead.

And Martha and Thomas started acting out. They're ghosts, flashes of what they were once upon a time, they're holding on out of desperation and anger, and all they felt right now was that. Desperation and anger.

It starts small, things they knew they could do without exhausting themselves, right? Moving that, drawing that with ketchup, flickering the lights. But the more they do that, the more powerful they get. Rattling all the furniture in the bed, letting them hear their cries and words, appearing in reflections for seconds.

Around this time, Martha goes after the man they hired, and Alfred becomes robotic in his duties, disassociating, as he realizes the scream he heard that day wasn't your mother realizing what she was doing, it was Martha. He thinks of how lucky you were that day, but the thought of checking on you doesn't even cross his mind.

And when Thomas appears in Bruce's dreams, bloody and choking as he cries, Bruce breaks. "How could you? She was just a baby!" Bruce wakes up, barely breathing while he stumbles out of his room, the room seemingly spinning and closing in as he trips over his feet towards your room. And then he stops, and so do the walls. He doesn't know where your room is.

Chaos ensues as the man goes to Alfred and then his other kids, asking them for help in finding you- Bruce almost collapsed when half of his kids don't even know who you are- and then he calls John. For an exorcism and a tracking spell.

As your name leaves Bruce's and his mom's lips, it takes a while for John to finally connect the dots. Jaw-dropping, realizing you lied to him about having no ties to Bruce Wayne. He should have know better by the way you had paled and your boytoys straightened.

John immediately refuses, saying that you were in- he choked on his words- good hands, protected by an actual angel, the biblical kind, and friendly with the current king of hell. Thomas Wayne wasn't having it tho'.

Now, your siblings, to various degrees, feel some kind of guilt, while the ones who didn't even know of your existence are furious. By everything they know, your mom is insane, tried to kill you, and then Bruce proceeded to ignore you like you didn't just exit the newborn stage. Damian felt that anger- due to Bruce marrying your mom and not his, due to not actually being the firstborn, due to there not even being a sign of your existence.

And after Constantine gave up fighting, Damian started. Yelling, throwing tantrums, being the emotionally unstable kid he is. Dick and Jason were quick to restrain him and move him away, letting Bruce and John carry on while they did everything in their powers to keep him quiet, and away from a staby incident.

Of course, John passes on every word of disappointment, anger, and even disgust the two dead Waynes have, even throwing in some of his own opinions and simply shrugging at the dead woman's glare. Due to Bruce, he'll have to grovel for a long while to get Sam and Dean to trust him again. If he wants to call Bruce a few choice words, he will.

I don't know how Reader would interact with the siblings, mainly due to me seeing her as someone who'll just teleport to another country at a glimpse of a thought of her "family" after being forced to interact with Bruce and Alfred.

You know what would fuck Bruce up, extra hard? Reader having a baby or toddler, specifically a boy that looks like him. Faints on the spot. (I'm not writing that btw, it's a cute thing to imagine Dean being an anxious dad, but I'm terrified of pregnancy and the idea alone makes me nauseous... But, yk, just throwing out the idea)

Martha and Thomas are just happy to see you again... even tho Martha is judging Dean hard.

#anon ask #🔱 anon #dc crossover #neglected reader #supernatural crossover #dc x supernatural #dean winchester x reader #batfam x neglected reader #neglected!reader

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darkmatters-ghost · 9 months ago

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While I know that the Sonic Boom cartoon show hype is probably super dead, the way Sonic and Eggman interact has me convinced Eggman did SOME parenting when Sonic was tiny, so here's my headcanon for that. Enjoy!

While Eggman could conquer the island he lived at, Bygone Island, the one he found nearby would be much easier, hypothetically anyway.

While Seaside Island was redundantly named, it was much more his style. The villages on it were smaller and meeker. They had no real way to fight back against his takeover! Which made it the perfect starting point for his upcoming break in his villainy career! If he took that island, surely that would've made his father proud!

Unfortunately, 'if' is the key word in that sentence.

The little blue hedgehog was no older than five years old, but despite his youth, he sucessfully stood between Eggman and complete control of the island.

And the little ragamuffin didn't even talk.

He never said a word, just showed up with his super speed and sharp quills and would put a stop to whatever genius plan he was making by breaking all his robots.

Eggman wished he knew the little nuisance's name, but seeing as he wasn't interested in talking, it left Eggman to hypothesize on appearance alone.

His back quills had ripped right through a shabby brown jacket that he wore, to the point where it wouldn't work as a jacket much longer. His gloves were constantly dirty, and no one on the forsaken island admitted who his parents were. It was like he suddenly existed one day! With no explanation!

The blue hedgehog was often running at ludicrous speeds. Speeds that, depending on the day, neared the sound barrier!

Eggman feared the day that the little blueberry would create a sonic boom.

The 'impending-sonic-boom' as he began to call the hedgehog was rather unpredictible. It all fell on a scale. Going extremely fast one day, sticking his tounge out at him and humming mocking songs, to going at what must've been like a meer jog to him, with no aknowledgement of Eggman at all the next day.

But one day, things were far more unpredictable than Eggman had bargined for.

He was racing the impending-sonic-boom in the Eggmobile. There was no hope of winning, just like there was no hope for his receeding hairline, but he needed a test. He couldn't create a robotic duplicate without anything to base it on! So it didn't matter that there was no hope of winning!

Eggman didn't need to be fancy with it, he just told the five year old koolaid stain that if he reached the end of the course before the rodent did, that he would offically own the island. And being five years old, he took it seriously.

There was no hope of winning. Not with the determination on the little guy's face.

So one can imagine the confusion that Eggman was met with when he won.

It didn't make any sense! He wasn't even- It was just the Eggmobile! It was nothing fancy! That sound-barrier-threatening-lifeform was much faster than that!

Eggman got off of his Eggmobile and stared at the folliage in front of him. Waiting to see blue quills poking out from the tall grass.

"Oh, Blueberry! I'm waaaaiting!"

It took another three seconds for the kid to show up. And when he did, he looked tired.

"Kid, you gotta be faster than that! You're not doing this on purpose are you? If this is just to spite me..."

The rodent shook his head. Eggman wouldn't have believed him if he didn't look so tired.

"Then what gives!? You can't just suddenly be slow! It's narratively inconsistent!"

The blue menace looked up at Eggman with an angry look.

"No... foo." Eggman flinched. He just spoke. He just... SPOKE.

"What? What did you say?"

"No foo...d! No food... No... fast!"

"Your speed depends on your diet?" Eggman tapped his chin, before grinning smugly. "What, did you miss your peanut butter sandwich for lunch?"

He was promptly glared at. "Okay! Geez!" Eggman tapped his gauntlet, and used it to scan the incoming-sonic-boom.

"Let's see, you're about five years old, according to your inteligence and fine motor skills... and you're one foot tall so you should weigh roughly..."

Eggman's stomach sank. He knew for a fact that the arriving-sonic-boom wasn't hitting that number. Not by a lot... Eggman could pick him up like he was a beach ball.

"When did you last eat..?"

Nothing. Nothing but staring.

"Yesterday? ...No? How about the day before? Th-the day before that? Five days ago? How about a week ago?!"

It wasn't until they hit a week and a half that the sonic-boom-in-progress pointed at Eggman. Signifying the correct timeframe

Eggman stared at the incoming-sonic-boom. For anyone, that would be damaging. For a five year old, that was almost a death sentence.

Eggman crouched down to the sonic-boom-creator and put a thumb under his chin. He squirmed violently and pushed Eggman's hand away as he stepped back.

But Eggman saw what he needed to see. There was almost no fat on his face. He was horribly underweight.

Eggman was a villain. Not a monster.

The hedgehog wiped his face, as if Eggman had gotten something on it by touching him.

"Hmm. Well, you're clearly malnourished. I can't declare victory under those circumstances! That would be cheating! Looks like you win this time, hedgehog! Now, come along! We have work to do."

The hedgehog looked up at him in–adorable–confusion. Eggman stood back up on his Eggmobile.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Hop on!"

The inevitable-sonic-boom inched towards it slowly. He gently tapped the base of the Eggmobile. When nothing happened, he looked back up to Eggman. Who groaned.

"Fine, I promise I won't hurt you, got it?"

The sonic-boom stared even more, before inevitably going for it and climbing onto the Eggmobile like a toddler.

It wasn't tipped in the slightest by the extra weight, which reminded Eggman why he was doing this at all.

His Eggmobile floated upwards and flew off. It quickly left Seaside island and then there was nothing but water below them.

He didn't expect the oncoming-sonic-boom to whimper at the sight of the ocean.

Eggman glanced down in time to see him curl up, hiding between his legs and the lower wall of the Eggmobile.

When the sonic-boom leaned against him for support, he winced and stepped back.

"Watch the quills, you blue nuisance!" He yelled.

It didn't stop the incoming-sonic-boom from grabbing him, but at least he was more careful.

Eggman had to remind himself, that the sonic-boom was a little malnourished kid, because he almost made too much food. Twice. The rodent's stomach would be small, too small for him to give the blue guy a full child-sized meal. Unless he wanted the sonic-boom throwing up on Eggman's floor.

Once Eggman had handed him a plate of food, his skittish attitude towards being on an island nowhere near his old one vanished completely. Eggman's place was a chunk of earth and lava broken off of the bygone island, yet it felt safer than the previous island, when it came to that Sonic-Boom of a hedgehog's wellbeing, at least.

The blue stain in his life stood on a chair, his tail wagging excitedly as he immediately started eating what was on his plate. Apple slices, a hot dog cut into little pieces, crackers, and even a juicebox. It might've still been too much.

Eggman watched as sonic-boom ate. Making sure that he was properly eating. It would be a waste if all his cooking didn't help out the blue rat at all.

When he was mostly done with his food, Eggman decided that enough was enough.

"Alright you menacing blue fiend," he said. "I'm going to watch television on my floating screen. Don't break anything."

He walked over to the TV, grabbed the remote, and sat down.

"Maybe I'll watch that new comedy show with the monkey-ape-thing, that should be interesting."

No more than a few minutes had passed before The Sonic-boom came into the room and jumped onto the couch.

"What do you want now? I already fed you!"

The Sonic-boom yawned and crawled onto his lap, before half-tucking into a ball and closing his eyes.

"Ohh, no you don't!" Eggman said, he picked Sonic-boom up by the back quills and pulled him off of his lap. He set him down on the couch next to him. He whined annoyingly. Before racing back on. Great. Looks like that speed is kicking in...

"No, off!"

He raced back on.

"No, off!"

He raced back on.

"No, OFF!"

He raced back on, again. Eggman grit his teeth. "NO, OFF, SONIC!"

Eggman was so caught up in the stupid game that he forgot the rest of the blue hedgehog's title. He didn't care much however, because he had raced back on and clung to him for all he was worth. Eggman sighed and decided that he didn't care enough. He wasn't willing to do this all day, after all.

The Sonic sighed happily, and purred for a moment before he fell asleep.

And if Eggman freaked out? Well, at least it stayed on the inside.

#Sonic doesn't remember cuddling with Eggman #or even that Eggman named him #but he remembers that Eggman got him to talk #and to stop being hungry #Sonic boom #Sonic boom the cartoon show #eggdad #boom!eggman is Sonic's dad #don't question my headcanons #i think the end was rushed but whatever #sth #fanfic #oneshot #headcanon #fluffy

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midnightshindig · 3 months ago

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What about Ruby and Amanda with a kid super reader

Of course being platonic, the reader is only comfortable being around them since they don't know that they're basically adults trapped in a kids body

Which leads to maybe them helping the reader get out of their shell more with the rest of the guardians, and they help mentor them and such, tho they do still have fun with their brutally honest antics

Just thought this would be adorable in a way

Monster Girl, Robot & Child!Superhero!Reader!! (platonic)

euhghghfsgarweip this is SUCH a cute idea omg

side note but it is SO funny to me that Amanda's va was so clearly told to do a childlike voice (within reason) and Rudy's va is just. Some dude. Also. Fascinated by the implication that despite having Rex's vocal cords, even grown up Rudy sounds like Robot and NOT Rex. At all. It's wild I love it

hcs under the cut!!

Rudy is AWFUL with children

I'd say you're around Oliver's age, maybe a smidge older

Definitely no older than 12

And Rudy just can't get a fucking grip

He has a hard time speaking in terms REX would understand, let alone you

But to be fair you're a good deal smarter than Rex, you actually received an education.

Amanda, on the other hand, is pretty good with kids

she seems like the type of person who is a nonchalant aunt

Probably doesn't see her nieces/nephews anymore due to her....condition(?)

So she's super child about things when you start clinging to her during GotG meetings

She's pretty used to handling Rudy's social incompetence, err, more accurately his anxieties and rough-around-the-edge nature

You yourself are a pretty anxious child

Socially, that is

It's a little funny?

Kicking MAJOR ass on the battlefield, but Bulletproof asks what you think about mushrooms on the pizza he's ordering for dinner and you're like "hhhhhhhidunnomushroomssoundfine"

and you're allergic to mushrooms but wtv

Amanda and Rudy are such a unit by the time you join the GotG (around the end of s2, i'd say) that Amanda taking you under her wing means spending ample time with Rudy as well

As hard as it is for him to interact with you on your level, he finds your quietness and curiosity about the world endearing

Amanda will leave to use the restroom and come back to find you staring at Rudy while he does some weird engineering shit, just absolutely awestruck

After long enough you begin to ask question

"Uhm- Rudy..? Why are you connecting those wires like that? I've never seen you do it that way."

"Oh. This method is more efficient for...." blah blah blah blah blah

and you're paying CLOSE attention

The three of you form a tight little unit

lowkey Amanda's having just a great time fucking braiding your hair and talking to Rudy like you're their kid

not like you're THEIR KID but like

They have a responsibility to look out for you

and that's a comfortable kind of weight to carry when you care about someone

and she loves you

isn't that just the best?

Once you've found a home base in Rudy and Amanda, it becomes easier for you to interact with the other guardians

it's slow work, Rex joining you for movies here and there, occasionally Rae will ask you a question about your day or your thoughts on something and you'll choke out a real response

You finally tell everyone you're allergic to mushroom so please can we get just normal pepperoni please

and they do

I hc Amanda is the kind of person to find harmless pranks HILARIOUS

Like she will whoopie cushion your ass and crack up while Rudy explains he tried to stop her

It makes you kinda raw when they go on dates and you're not invited

but surprisingly, it's less scary with them gone than it used to be

you'll be playing video games or crocheting or working out or something and Black Samson will just.... come hang out with you?

Just to have some company

Or Shapesmith will ask you questions about what human childhood is like

which is difficult to answer because you've never experienced NOT being a child

but it's a valuable experience either way

"So.... do you really lose teeth?"

"mhm!! Here look-" You opened your mouth and prodded at an empty space in your teeth with your tongue "This one finally came out after that fight on Monday, it's gonna take a few weeks for the adult one to grow in"

"Thats..... upsetting."

You grinned an awkward smile, full display of your weirdly small teeth

It made Shapesmith grateful he never experienced baby teeth

After becoming closer with you, it starts stressing Rudy out during fights

He KNOWS logically you're capable

but Amanda is right, he's responsible for you by virtue of being "the adult" and more importantly, being your adult

He starts pulling double duty to make protective wear for you

this man over her like "The padding in your knees, elbows, and skull all need to be reinforced, you could sprain your wrist, Y/n!"

"....Rudy I've had my femur snapped in half before...."

Don't remind him

He cried about it, it was so distressing to have to send an empty robot suit to fly you to the GDA hospital

Rudy never cries

but also he's a little proud you remembered what a femur was

Amanda calls you "Kiddo" but for humorous effect, its hilarious coming from her Loud House ass voice

Rudy calls your by your name, but refers to you as "the child" when talking to other people, or even a "young Y/n"

he just talks weird it isn't his fault!!

Amanda won't throw birthday parties for herself

she has a problem letting her life go well

BUT, she thinks they're important for a kid to experience

your first birthday at a Guardian is incredible

the entire HQ is DECKED in decorations

Rae and Rex team up to try and make your favorite food plus a cake

Black Samson is trying to figure out how to hook his Spotify up to the speakers

Zandale is somewhere explaining birthday parties to Shapesmith

Rudy is using empty robots to continue hanging party streamers in the rafters

and Amanda is holding a big box with your gift in it, beaming with pride as she-- solely-- yells

"Surprise!!! Open your gift!!"

She pushes it into your arms as you stumble under the weight of it

Obviously you rip into it, pulling out some vague but emotionally impactful gift

Probably some childish shit like an easy bake oven (but one Rudy tricked out) or a board game you loved or something

Padding the bottom are miscellaneous articles of clothing

You pull them out and marvel at them, but...

"Amanda these are way too big, these are like.... clothes for a teenager or an adult."

Amanda just shrugs casually "yeah, they were mine but... yknow, not like I'm gonna need them anytime soon."

There's a heaviness in the air before Black Samson yells out

"I GOT IT!!"

and music floods the HQ

A few hours later, all birthday rituals were successfully fulfilled

Most of the Guardians have trickled off back to their own lives, leaving you, Rudy, and Amanda on the couch, watching one of your favorite movies

It doesn't matter though, you're passed out curled up against the arm of the couch

Amanda sits next to you, her head leaning onto Rudy on her other side, himself leaning into her as a counterweight

it's an idyllic scene to be certain

what a great birthday ^^

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 months ago

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Love That Burns ~ Ending 1 ~ Still

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

< one-shot: memories

Word Count: 5,700ish

Summary: You and Logan discuss having children. Things don't go as planned.

Warning(s) - spoilers: pregnancy, depression, anxiety, doubts, body image issues, stillbirth, medical stuff (some with is inaccurate but it's a fake universe, so...)

Notes: I will not explain why this hits close to home. But I felt like I needed to write this. We see fics with miscarriages and infertility struggles, but I haven't seen one like this and I think it's needed. Please read with caution. This is a one-shot for my 1st ending of Love That Burns. This takes place after the numbered chapters.

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“She’s beautiful, Jean,” you smiled down at the baby in your arms.

“Rachel’s wonderful, but she’s a terrible sleeper,” Jean commented.

“Oh, I know,” Logan murmured from where he was sitting in the chair. “I hear every sound she makes.”

“I told you that I could buy you headphones,” you told Logan.

“Then how would I be able to hear you, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes, going back to focusing on the baby in your arms. As she cooed and looked around, you began thinking about what it would be like to have your owe child. You and Logan had barely had any conversations about children of your own, mostly ignoring the topic completely. You glanced at Logan, who had his arms crossed and eyes closed now, clearly asleep. Would Logan want a child? You were content with your life as it was, but having a child would bring a different contentment.

~~~

You were dazed, stuck in your head, that much was clear to Logan. You were getting ready for bed like a robot, simply going through the routine. Logan was leaning back against the wall, studying your movements. Before you could crawl into bed, Logan pulled you back into him and buried his head in the crook of your neck. He held a kiss on your skin.

“What’s on your mind, princess?” He mumbled against your skin.

You leaned back into him, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the comfort that only your husband could provide. Logan held you tighter, sensing that you needed to just be held for a moment. He couldn’t help but worry more the longer that you were silent.

“James,” you whispered.

Logan tried not to tense as the use of his real first name. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I… I have a question for you.”

“You know you can ask me anything.”

You nodded, taking a second to gather your thoughts. “What do you… what do you think about children?”

“Children? Uh, well, I mean, we both teach them so I have to at least put up with them.”

“I don’t know if that really answered my question.” You began to pull away from his hold. “Let’s just go to bed.”

“Hey, no.” He pulled you back and guided you to turn around. “What’s this really about?” You shook your head. Before you could say another word, Logan hand your chin in his hand and was forcing you to look at him. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“I need you to be open minded and serious.”

“Okay.”

“Have you ever thought about having kids?”

Logan froze. He tried to gauge the answer you wanted, but you were clearly wanting him to answer you honestly. “A few times, in our long lives, yes I have.”

“And?”

Logan sighed. “Princess, I think that you would make an amazing mother. I just don’t trust myself completely as father material.”

“Logan—“

“But… I will give anything a shot as long as you’re by my side.” His hands moved to tenderly hold your face. “If you want a kid— if you want to try for one, I’m all in.”

“Really?”

“Honey, my only job in life is to make you happy.”

“I don’t want to force anything on you.”

“You’re not forcing anything, sweetheart. I want to do this not just for you but with you. Besides,” a smirk grew on his face, “I think it could be really fun trying for a kid.”

You laughed. “Of course that’s where your mind goes!”

“Hey, you can’t fault me for enjoying sex with my wife.”

“I guess you’re right.”

~~~

You and Logan did have fun trying to get pregnant, even if many of the other X-Men found it annoying. It was ten months into trying when Logan slowly began to notice a shift with you.

First, you were waking up sick. The sickness was sporadic, so neither of you assumed pregnancy. The next thing Logan noticed was how tired you became. You were napping between teaching classes, before dinner, and after every training session. You had naps occasionally before this, but this was a completely different beast.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Logan questioned after you told him that you were going to take a nap. His hand came up to your forehead, searching for a fever.

You giggled. “What are you doing?”

“Just checkin’. There’s somethin’ different. Something’s… off. Maybe we should have Hank or Jean take a look at you.”

“I’m feeling fine, honey.

“Sweetheart—“

“It’s just a nap.” You grabbed his hand and tugged him closer. “Why don’t you join me? I always sleep better with you by my side.”

Logan huffed, worried about you. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Logan led you to your room and laid down on the bed. You cuddled into him and quickly fell asleep. Logan’s ears tuned into your beating heart, but there was something else there. Almost like… a smaller heartbeat accompanying yours. With furrowed brows, Logan carefully moved himself down the bed and laid his head on your stomach, ear against it. His eyes widened as the other heartbeat grew louder. He stayed still, listening to your heartbeat and the smaller one inside of you.

“Sweetheart,” Logan gently woke you, moving to hover above you. “Y/N, wake up.”

“Huh?” You mumbled. “Logan? What’s going on?”

“Princess, I need you to take a pregnancy test.”

Now you were awake. “What?” You sat up.

“Just trust me on this.”

~~~

Logan held you as the timer ticked away. The two of you were facing away from where the pregnancy test sat on the counter. Logan’s ears were focused on your nervous heartbeat and the one lying just underneath it. He knew that you were pregnant, it was the only explanation. But Logan also knew that you needed the test to know for sure. When the timer went off, you tensed in his hold.

“What if—“

“It’s going to be good,” Logan cut you off. “Trust me.”

You looked at him, curiously. “How do you know?”

Logan sighed. “While you were sleeping, I could hear a second heartbeat.”

“What?”

“And, yes, I may just be hearing things but, honey, you’re acting strange and it’s the only thing that makes sense.”

You nodded. “Okay… Let’s look.”

Still holding onto you, Logan turned you both around. The two of you looked down and the test with baited breath. As clear as day, the test said that you were pregnant.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed out.

Logan pulled you back into him. One of his hands slowly moved down to carefully rest on your lower stomach. There was a baby inside of you. He had two of you to protect now.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered.

“You’re pregnant, sweetheart,” repeated Logan.

“I’m pregnant!” You turned and jumped onto Logan. He chuckled as he held you close. “We’re going to have a baby!”

“We’re going to have a baby.”

~~~

It became Logan’s mission to be over prepared for your pregnancy, the baby’s birth, and fatherhood. Every moment he could, he had his nose in a book, reading up. Logan would not let himself let you down. He needed to be prepared for any scenario that came your way.

You found it so sweet and incredibly attractive. Especially when you would find him dozed off with his reading glasses barely hanging on his nose. In those moments, you would allow yourself to enjoy the view, sometimes snapping a picture, before pulling his glasses off and placing a blanket on top of him.

Logan was willing to do anything you asked him, whenever you asked him. When you had a weird combination of cravings in the middle of the night, Logan was up and running to the store without a second thought. When your feet began swelling and you were feeling self conscious, Logan massaged them for however long you needed. He was willing to do anything and everything to make sure that you and the baby were safe and comfortable.

One day, Logan finished teaching and headed to your classroom to check on you. Except, your classroom was empty. Usually, you had one more class to teach. He caught Ororo in the hall while he was looking for you elsewhere.

“Storm,” he called, “have you seen Y/N?”

“She cancelled her class,” Ororo explained. “Said she wasn’t feeling good but told me not to worry you.”

“Not feeling good? I need to know every time my wife isn’t feeling good, Storm. Pregnant or not.”

“I’m sure she’s fine, Logan.”

“Sure.” Logan hurried up to your shared room. “Y/N? Sweetheart?”

He found the bathroom door open, where you were standing in front of the mirror. You were standing so that you could see your side, hands running over your belly while your shirt was pulled up. Logan smirked, noting how beautiful your belly was, poking out showing that the baby was growing. Then his eyes moved up to your face, causing his smirk to fall. You tears slipping down your cheeks as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

“Y/N?” Logan stepped closer, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m getting bigger,” you muttered.

“Uh, yes?”

“Will you still love me even though my body will never look the same?”

Logan’s heart clenched at your words. He hated that your mind was tricking you into doubting him. “Sweetheart…” Logan came around to pull your back into his chest. He placed his hands over yours on your belly and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “No matter how your body changes, you are always beautiful to me. In fact, you are so attractive to me right now. Your body getting bigger means that the baby is growing inside of you. It means that you both are alive and okay. What your body is doing is amazing. So I love it—love you—more for it.”

Now you were shedding happy tears. “You mean all that?”

“Princess, I will never tell you anything I don’t mean. You know that.”

~~~

As Logan read up more on fatherhood and watched Scott with his daughter, Rachel, Logan thought back to his own father. There was the man who raised him, then there was the man who created him with his mother. Neither of them were that great of men. Hell, Logan wasn’t that great of a man. He was trying as a husband, but found himself slipping up all too often. What if he slipped up too much with this child? What if he hurt them to the point that there was no going back?

You could see that something was bothering Logan. He was tense with a far off look in his eyes. You often found him like that after your work days with a cigar between his lips. Tonight, you were laying in bed watching him go through the motions before joining you.

“Logan? Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Fine.”

“I don’t believe you. Tell me what’s up.”

Logan sighed. He turned to the side and rested his hand on your belly. “What if I’m a terrible father?”

“Did someone say something? What is Scott? I will light up his ass so fast. I—“

He chuckled, pressing you back against your pillows with a loving hand before you could go after Scott. “Summers didn’t say anythin’. Just my thoughts.”

“Well, your thoughts are awful and deserve to be set on fire too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You are going to be the best father. You already are. By taking care of me, you’re taking care of our child. And the way you interact with Rogue is very father-like and I don’t even think you realize it.”

“I guess…”

“I know. Now—“

Both of you froze at the sudden movement in your belly. With baited breath, you both waited for something else to happen. You gasped when the baby kicked again.

“Their kicking,” you breathed out.

“That’s amazing,” Logan said in awe as he stared at your belly, where his hand was still resting.

“I guess they don’t like their father talking bad about himself either.”

Logan moved so his head was lightly resting on your belly. “I’m sorry, kiddo. I’ll try to be better for you. I promise.” He pressed a kiss to your belly. “I love you and your momma so much.”

The baby kicked again and the two of you laughed. “I think they love you too.”

~~~

As your belly grew, the added weight became a light nagging in the back of your mind. It wasn’t terrible, you were getting used to it, but it was still a lot. Logan caught you in your classroom between classes.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted before pressing a light kiss to your lips. “How are we doing today?”

“Fine,” you huffed. “My belly’s just bugging.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, just the weight of it all. I just wish I had a little break from it.”

“Can I try something I saw a video of?”

“Sure.”

Logan came around you and placed his hands under your belly. He lifted it, taking on the weight with ease. You sighed in relief as you leaned back into him.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed out. “That feels amazing.”

He pressed a kiss to your head. “Good. We can do this a few times a day then.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my amazing wife.”

~~~

Logan had never loved his heightened senses until he was able to tell that you were pregnant. He loved hearing the baby and you, together. The rhythmic beating of your hearts as one. It gave him a sense of peace and happiness. That is, until his heightened senses did him dirty.

It had been a hard night. You were at thirty-seven weeks now and struggling to find a comfortable sleeping position. But eventually Logan got you comfortable enough to fall asleep. Once you were asleep, Logan followed after you.

When he woke, Logan’s ears strained to hear the comforting sound of your heartbeat and the baby’s. Except he could only pick up one. Trying not to wake you, or worry you if there was no need, Logan moved to place his head against your large belly. He held his breath as he listened for a faint heartbeat, movement, anything.

Without wasting another second, Logan scooped you into his arms and was rushing down the hall.

“Jean! Hank!” He shouted, no caring who he woke.

“Logan?” You questioned, waking up. “What’s going on?”

“Jean! Hank! Anyone!”

“It’s like four in the morning, Howlett,” Scott complained as he peeked his head out of his room. “We just got Rachel down so can you—“

Then Jean pushed her way out of the room and rushed over to where Logan was holding you. “We need to get her to the med-bay,” she stated. “Now.”

“Wh—What’s happening?” Your voice trembled as your heart started to race.

You were seriously terrified now. You looked at Logan for comfort, tears forming in your eyes when all you saw was Logan’s terrified eyes looking back at you. Logan rushed you down to the med-bay with Jean, Hank quickly getting there. Jean quickly set up the ultrasound machine, whispering to Hank on the other side of the room.

“Logan? I’m scared,” you admitted, squeezing the hand he was holding. “What is going on?”

“I… Sweetheart…”

Logan didn’t know how to tell you that he couldn’t hear your baby anymore. He was praying to a God he didn’t believe in that he was wrong. That his senses were failing him. Jean and Hank rolled the ultrasound machine over and prepped you for one. The tension in the air grew thick as everyone kept silent. Jean maneuvered the ultrasound machine against your belly, staring intently at the screen. But you knew something was up.

“Why can’t I hear a heartbeat?” You asked. “Do you have the sound on?”

Logan gripped your hand tighter. “Princess…”

“What’s going on? Where’s the heartbeat?”

Jean and Hank shared a look. You could tell that they were having a mental conversation. Then Hank left the room, completely confusing you.

“Y/N,” Jean’s tone was clear and quiet. “There’s no heartbeat.”

“No,” you shook your head. “No. Check again! Your sound must be off!”

“It isn’t, sweetheart,” Logan answered. “I… I don’t hear a heartbeat.”

“No!” You cried. “No! It was just there! I just… I just had a check up!”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jean said.

Sobs wracked your body as your hands cradled your belly. Your child was just moving hours ago. They were alive and well. Now… now your belly was a tomb. Tears pricked Logan’s eyes as he climbed onto the bed and held you close.

“No! No!” You sobbed. “No!”

“I’ll let you two have a moment,” Jean said before taking her leave.

~~~

Not to anyone’s surprise. It took you a long while for your sobs to turn into whimpers. Logan kept a strong hold on you, like it would keep you from falling apart. Though, he was sure that if he let go, he would fall apart too. The only thing keeping him from completely losing it was the sound of your heartbeat. If your heart kept beating, Logan would be alright. He would be able to handle the storm of grief barreling towards you both. He would be able to be your anchor.

When Jean came back in, Charles and Hank came with her. The came around the bed. Charles placed a gentle hand on your leg.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. The news was clearly taking a toll on him as well.

“We need to talk next steps,” Jean stated.

“No…” you whimpered. “I can’t.”

“Unfortunately, we have to, Y/N,” Hank responded. “We need to act fast before the baby causes any health risks to you.”

Logan’s heart dropped. He couldn’t lose you too. “I’m listening,” he said, continuing to rock you in his arms.

Jean sighed. “Y/N needs to deliver the baby. We will administer medicine to start labor and she will have to give birth to the baby.” You began sobbing again. “Once she has the baby, you both will be able to hold it, name it, and say your goodbyes.”

“There has to be another way.” He was begging for another way. Something that wouldn’t cause you anymore pain. Something that would allow him to do more than just hold you.

Hank shook his head, taking his turn in the bad news. “There’s only vaginal birth or a c-section. We are not sure a c-section is the best idea with Y/N’s healing ability. She could heal faster than we can get the baby out and it would leave a large scar.”

Logan nodded. He absolutely despised that any way to fix this caused you pain. Because, well really, there was no fixing this. Your baby was gone and yet still inside of you. He looked down at you and knew that you were in no position to make a decision, but the decision had to be made.

“Okay,” Logan whispered, eyes still focused on you. “Whatever you think is best.”

“I’ll administer the medication while Hank sets up the other room for delivery,” Jean said.

“This is a nightmare,” you whimpered against your husband.

“I know… I know…” He wished it was a nightmare, something that the two of you could wake up from. But it wasn’t. And he didn’t know how to help you with any of this.

Jean came over with a syringe. Logan held you tighter as she injected you with the needed medication. “Labor should start soon,” she explained. “There’s a gown you can help her get into and then meet us in the next room.” Then Jean slipped out.

“Come on, honey,” Logan said softly. “We’ve got to get you changed.”

“How is this happening?” You cried as Logan moved you around and began to take your clothes off.

“I don’t know, sweetheart.”

“Was it me? Did I—“

“Hey! No, no, no, no, no.” Logan cupped your face and forced you to look at him. “This is not your fault.”

“You don’t know that.”

“This is not your fault, princess.”

“Then what happened? We heard the heartbeat a couple of days ago. You heard the heartbeat, right?”

Logan sighed, catching your tears with his thumbs. “I did, honey. Right before I fell asleep. It was strong and it was there.”

“Then why did it stop? What could have possibly happened in just a few hours?”

“I wish I knew, sweetheart. I wish I could go back and change it.”

“You have! Get Kitty and we—“

Logan shook his head. “No, sweetheart. It doesn’t work like that. We can’t risk it.”

“But our baby!”

“I know, honey, and I wish that I could do something. You know that I would do anything to protect you.”

“Why?” You sobbed. “Why does it always have to be us?”

Logan pulled you back into him, holding you as close as he could. “I wish I knew, princess. I wish I knew…”

You clung to Logan as you sobbed. Logan couldn’t prevent his own tears from finally falling. When you gasped and pulled away, hands going to your belly, Logan knew that this pain was just the beginning.

“We need to get you to the other room, honey,” Logan said.

“I don’t want to do this,” you shook your head. “Why do I have to do this? Please don’t make me do this, James. Please.”

Logan bit his tongue as he got you out of your clothes and into one of the medical gowns. Your hands went to your belly as you groaned in pain, tears still cascading down your cheeks. Logan came up behind you and held your belly up. One was once a sweet gesture that Logan loved to do, now felt like it was the only thing keeping you from drowning.

Still in that position, Logan got you into the other room, where Hank, Jean, Ororo, and Charles were waiting. It was all set up for you to have this baby and your X-Men family was going to make sure that you had all the support you needed. Logan guided you to the bed. You leaned against it and crouched down.

“Ah!” You let out a cry of pain, both physical and emotional.

Logan looked to Jean, completely feeling helpless. “Tell me what I can do to make this better,” he begged. “I need to make this better.” Everyone’s hearts broke at the sight of the big, bad Wolverine pleading for his wife and stillborn child.

“Just be with her,” Jean told him, wishing that there was something more any of them could do. “Hold her and tell her anything that will get her through this.”

You were sobbing against the bed, making everyone’s heart break around you. Your powers were finally catching up with your emotions, making your skin hot and beginning to burn the fabric you were touching. Suddenly, Rogue and Bobby appeared in the room.

“I asked them to come help,” Charles explained. “We can’t have Y/N flaming up during this.”

Logan nodded, hating that he was so helpless. Why couldn’t this have been a problem he could have fought to fix? Bobby came over first, hesitant.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, coming to your side. “I’m going to try to cool you down, okay?”

You didn’t register that anyone was talking to you and Logan could tell.

“Do whatever you need to do,” Logan said. “Just help her.”

Bobby nodded before placing his hands on your arms and icing them. “She’s really heating up,” he commented, trying to fight through your powers.

“Rogue,” Charles called. “Take some of her power.”

“But the ba—“ The concern died on Logan’s tongue. The baby was already gone. Now, it was just about saving you and getting you through this birth.

Rogue gave him a look of sorrow before going up to you and touching you. You gasped, going limp. Logan muttered against your hear that he had you while Rogue and Bobby worked together to bring you to a normal temperature. Once they had completed their task, they excused themselves but not before making sure that everyone knew they could be called back.

Logan maneuvered you to lay on the bed, allowing Hank to hook you up to the needed equipment to monitor your condition. Logan helped your legs into the stirrups to allow Jean to check the progress.

“The medicine is working,” Jean stated. “We’re going to have her push in a few minutes.”

“No, no,” you whimpered, shaking your head. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“Sweetheart, look at me,” Logan placed himself in front of you, gripping your hand tightly. Through your blurry eyes, you looked at your husband. “You have to do what Jean says, or it’s going to be bad for you.”

“I don’t care.”

Every word that left your lips was only breaking Logan further. Tears slipped again down his own cheeks. “You have to, princess. You know I can’t lose you, too. I’m going to be here the entire time. Whatever you need.”

“I need my baby to be alive.”

“I know, honey.”

“Logan, move to sit behind Y/N,” Jean ordered. “Keep her up and help her.”

Logan climbed onto the bed behind you, making sure that you were between his legs and that his hands held yours. “Squeeze at tight as you need, honey. Burn them off if you have to,” he whispered against your ear, pressing kisses. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay, Y/N. It’s time to push.”

“You got this, sweetheart,” Logan encouraged as you screamed. “You got this.”

Logan would forever be grateful for whatever Hank and Jean gave you, because it moved labor faster than he had ever heard of.

“I don’t want to do this, Logan,” you cried after another two pushes. “I can’t give birth to my baby like this.”

Logan’s thumbs rubbed the back of your hands as he pressed kisses to your head. “You’re almost done, sweetheart. They’re almost here.”

“No… they’re not…”

Logan regretted his words, but before he could fix it, Jean was telling you to push one last time. You screamed, flames bursting up from your hands. Logan pushed down his on groan as your flames burnt his hands and focused on your pain. When the push was through, you laid back against Logan, breathing heavily as you began to cry again. Jean and Hank quickly cut the cord and took the baby over to the side.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” Logan whispered against your neck, trying to make you feel better. “You were so brave.”

“I— I need to know,” you rasped. “The baby…”

Jean turned around with your baby bundled in a blanket in her arms. “He’s gone.”

“He?” You and Logan repeated.

She nodded as she walked over to the two of you. “It’s a boy.” You choked back a sob. “Would you like to hold him?”

Your arms trembled as they reached out to take the baby from Jean. You cradled him close. Logan’s head rested on your shoulder to look down at his son as his arms further wrapped around you to help you hold your child.

“He’s beautiful,” you cried. “He’s so beautiful.”

“Just like his mother,” Logan commented.

“We’ll let you have a moment,” Charles said and the others took their leave.

The two of you sat on the bed in silence, staring at your lifeless son. You didn’t know what to say or what to do. Your lives had changed course so quickly in the matter of a few hours. What were you supposed to do?

“We should name him,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” Logan agreed. “Got any in mind?”

“Jimmy… After his amazing father.”

“Sweetheart, are you sure?”

“James, you are the only thing I’m sure of anymore.”

“I love you, Y/N.

“I love you, too, James.” You leaned down and pressed a kiss to your son’s forehead. “I love you, Jimmy… Forever.”

~~~

You hated your body. You believed that it had killed your child and it clearly couldn’t get the memo that their was no longer a child to take care of. You still had milk to pump out of your breasts. You had to heal from the labor, with no reward for it. Your hormones were all wack and it seemed like your healing ability was put on pause. Your body was not bouncing back like it should have, making everything you were feeling worse.

Logan felt completely helpless. Of course, he was dealing with his own grief over the loss of your son but then there was you. His wife. His whole world. You were breaking under the pressure of it all. You were withdrawing faster than he could catch up. Every time you needed to pump, you would break into a puddle of tears. Logan would have to help you get set up or hold you while you did it. And that’s only if you let him touch you. Almost every time he tried, you would pull away or burn him. Logan could take a lot of your heat, but this was something different.

It was six days after Jimmy’s birth when Logan came upstairs to find you getting out of your shared room with a packed bag.

“Sweetheart? We goin’ somewhere?” Logan questioned.

“I’m going to stay in my own room,” you muttered, not making eye contact with Logan.

“What? No. Honey, please—“ He scrambled closer, trying to take your hands for you only to pull away. “Don’t do this. Sweetheart, please. I’ll do anything. I’ll sleep on the floor, the tub, just don’t move rooms.”

“I don’t know how you bear to look at me… At my body… after everything it’s done.”

“Princess, your body is amazing.”

You shook your head. “My body killed our son.”

Logan didn’t even know what to say. How could he convince you that what happened wasn’t your fault? Quickly, he pulled you into him. You fought against his grip but he only held on tighter.

“Let go of me, Logan!” You demanded. “Let me go!”

“No,” he firmly replied. “I’m not letting you go… Never.”

“Logan, please! Please just… let me go.”

“I went to the past to get you back in my arms. You are crazy if you think I’m letting you go after this.”

“Logan… It’s… It’s too much… Too heavy… I can’t do this…”

“We’re going to do this together, sweetheart. You’re not doing this on your own.”

“It’s too hard.”

“I know, honey, I know.”

“My body hates me… I hate my body…”

He kissed your head. “I love your body.”

“I don’t understand how.”

“Don’t run and hide and I can show you… I will remind you every day how amazing your body is. How amazing you are.”

“You’re struggling too. I don’t want to add on—“

“Stop that. Please stop trying to push me away. Let me struggle with you… Let us struggle together.” Logan felt you finally melt into him more. Swiftly, he scooped you up and carried you back into your shared room. He laid on the bed and the two of you cuddled together. “I love you.” He pressed a kiss to your nose. “Every part of you.”

“I love you,” you rasped. “I hate this…”

“Me, too, sweetheart. I wish I could fix it all.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry… that’s for being patient with me.”

“It’s my job.”

~~~

Logan made sure you were sound asleep before he headed for the far end of the school property and began attacking the trees with his claws. He grunted and cried out with his swipe. Eventually, tears began cascading down his cheeks. Everything was so overwhelming. Why couldn’t he just fix this?

You woke up to an empty bed and you immediately went to find Logan. Charles, who was awake, helped guide you to Logan’s location. You saw the marks on the trees and your heart broke. You found Logan on his knees, sobbing. You fell in front of him and wrapped him up in your arms, breaking down as well. That’s where you two were found in the morning and guided back into the mansion.

As the days and weeks past, days were up and down. Sometimes you both felt like you were going to be okay and then the next moment, you were both struggling to breathe through the grief. The only thing that was getting either of you through any of it was each other. Both of you stepped away from teaching classes, trainings, and missions, to just be able to deal with the grief together as much as you two were able.

Charles insisted that you both see a therapist. Logan didn’t argue once he knew that you were on board. Jean found ways to help your body and kick your healing ability back into gear. Eventually, your body wasn’t a reminder of what should have been. Now it was just the heartbreak and the lake of a baby in your arms.

One night, months later, you and Logan were cuddled up, wide awake.

“Sweetheart, I have a question for you,” Logan whispered, breaking your tender silence.

“Hmm?” You hummed.

“Do you still want a child?” Logan felt you instantly tense. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said—“

“No, no, no, I’m fine. It’s… a needed question… Maybe, someday.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Why?”

“I just want to make sure that I know where you’re at.”

“What about you?”

“I feel the same… Someday, maybe. For now, we stick to it being just us. To healing.”

“Maybe we go on more trips?”

“I hate flying, sweetheart.” He gave you a teasing grin.

“We can road trip as much as we can.”

“I like the sound of that. Just me and my beautiful wife on the open road.”

“Like old times.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Yes, like old times.”

“We’re going to be okay, right?”

“It’s like our therapist says, sweetheart, one day at a time. And as long as I have you by my side, I’ll be okay.”

“I just need you too, Logan. Always have, always will."

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lavenlady · 3 months ago

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can we please get more of MCB×Transformers? It could be a sequel to the first one you wrote or a whole new chapter!

Of course! Here you go Anon! Enjoy! @lutaaaslostacc-d8

❇︎ Transported ✈ | Platonic Metal Cardbot x Starscream!Cybertronian!Gn!Reader - part 2

part 1, part 3

It was afternoon, the traffic was slowly dying down as nearly everyone already returned home after school or work. You were relaxing in the forest that Anna showed you the other day. You couldn't bring yourself to deny her tour and so you obliged. Now you have chosen to come here to think in quiet surroundings, your processor slowing down to let you bask in the laziness for once.

That didn't last long as soon you heard hushed voices near your place of resting, there were two? Three? You think as you tried to listen in to their conversation. They were talking about Machina? What even is Machina? The Metal Breath? You seriously felt stupid. Those words never appeared on internet or any human dictionary you have checked.

You were about to step closer, but those voices beat you to it. It made you really think, if you heard three, then why did you see only a korean boy? Jun Grant to be exact, a classmate of Anna. What was he doing here? You thought to transform and fly away, but who would believe the kid that he saw a robot as tall as a building?

" Who are you? " You looked at the watch the kid had ... Did it just talk to you? You shook your helm to clear your processor. You then saw a hologram coming out from the watch, it was a helm of a ... He for sure wasn't Cybertronian. It appeared he was the one who asked the question.

" They are probably another Cardbot, we just gotta seal them up! " Did they just ask something and then ignore you? And what even does it mean 'seal them up'? The kid then from nowhere took out a card and inserted it into the watch. Were watches supposed to do that?

After that it was a flash of light and before you stood the owner of the hologram helm. He was really little compared to you, only reaching to your hip area. He looked like he transformed into a police car, the colors and structure matched. On top of his helm shined a golden emblem? It clearly was ment to represent a rank of something. He took a battle stance, it was a good one, but not better than yours.

" Blue Cop, set up! " So his name was Blue Cop? Quite ironic. You couldn't shake the feeling of worry, wasn't he a little bit too young to fight? After yet another flash of light he equipped his weapon. It covered his right servo and arm, crackling with small sparks of electricity.

He went to attack, but hadn't expected you to simply grab him behind his neck cabling, picking him up into the air. With that he couldn't gain any momentum to land a decent hit.

" And who may you be? " You rose him higher to your optic level, staring at him, wondering what even was he. He was an entirely new species you have met in this weird world. Though you were happy you met Anna and her family, they were good people.

" Blue Cop, need a hand? " Another voice rung out from the watch, showing yet another ... Cardbot? How many could fit there? With your attention elsewhere, the police car hit you straight into the face-plates, managing to get out of your grip.

You took a step back and watched as another Cardbot appeared, a dump truck with a shield. He rushed at you, only to be swayed away by your arm, successfully knocking him unconscious as he hit a tree quite hard.

" Mega Trucker! " And that was the orange one's name. Well, you were supposed to be back in 15 minutes to help Anna with her chores for today, you couldn't really waste your time fighting some younglings. With that you transformed into your alt-mode. Staying in the air as you observed their interactions.

Jun looked up at you and visibly clenched his fists. You knew their names, so why not tell them yours too?

" I am [Y/N] and I do not have time for this. " You rose into the air, but not without hearing the kid say that he is going to seal you one day. That made you remember how Anna said that Jun never gave up on anything. It made you sweat drop, you hoped he would just leave you and Anna alone, but we will have to see.

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wanderingapathy · 1 month ago

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Headcanon that before the group got together, each ninja had a fear of each other’s element.

This is some old stuff I found in my notes app, but here’s the list of their fears

Kai: Water

Cole: The Incomprehensible (Lloyd’s power)

Zane: Lightning

Jay: Earth

Nya: Fire

Lloyd: Ice

I also found the reasoning for each one too, I altered a few things form the original version though

Kai: His fear of water is shown in the show as he doesn’t know have to swim. Self explanatory, but let’s also just say that as a kid he had the same fear and when he used to see Nya swimming he’d get super anxious for her. Perhaps also the innate uncontrollability of water made him uncomfortable because he could always put a fire out but how quickly could he drain water? I think also the difficulty tied to swimming also makes him feel like he had less control and therefore enhances the fear.

Cole: Fear of the incomprehensible is primarily because I don’t think he’d have very many feats of physical things. He was shown to free-climb mountains without any gear and honestly a lot of the fears at he develops in the show are based primarily on issues with himself (especially when he was a ghost). The fear of being forgotten is also pretty major at some point too. All of these are more so concepts, and I think it’s fitting if he’s afraid of something he can’t understand, such as Lloyd’s strange and seemingly ever-growing powers.

Zane: His fear of Lightning wasn’t due to any event he had experienced, but rather just some instinct that made him cautious of electricity. Since he didn’t know about being a robot before joining the team, he’d have no clue that lightning could potentially mess with him on a degree very different to a human. So he never knew why he had this fear, but it was still prevalent.

Jay: I feel like Jay was almost much more interested in the air and sky. He grew up in a junkyard in the middle of an empty desert so I really doubt he had anything other to look at. Plus lightning being is the sky during storms. Also he has so many themes tied to the sky (his makeshift wings, his vehicles tending to be jets/planes, etc). The reason why I bring this up his because I don’t think he ever saw how big mountains could get—or when he did it was briefly—so perhaps he has some form of fear in regards to how towering they are and how they’re so different from the consistency of the sky and desert.

Nya: Now originally I had Lloyd being afraid of fire, but I switched it around for specific reasons. Nya was afraid of ice because it was so much more rigid and intimidating than the flowiness of water. Now that I have her afraid of fire, I think it’d be more based that lack of control. It parallels with Kai’s fear, both of them finding that the opposing element is difficult and impossible to control in some way or another. For Nya, fire scared her because one ember or spark was enough to burn down homes or villages, that an uncontrolled fire is almost impossible to put out even with plenty of water.

Lloyd: Now his fear of ice is mainly tied to the Cole. Ice meant cold, snow, blizzards, winter, etc. I don’t think that he actually stayed in Darkleys the entire time he was schooled there. I feel like Lloyd would’ve ran away multiple times, only to come back when harsh conditions struck. And when it came to him being kicked out, he didn’t actual have somewhere to come back to. He was left out in the cold, subjected to whatever weather was currently happening. Not to mention the first interaction he had with Serpentine was in a cold, icy environment.

Of course, I don’t think they’d show their fears around each other or perhaps they had already outgrow their fears before the team was created, but it does offer for some interesting headcanons and story material. It can also be a nice thing to, with them overcoming their fears because they grew fond of the person who has control of the element.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #kai ninjago #jay ninjago #lloyd ninjago #nya ninjago #cole ninjago #zane ninjago #ninjago headcanons

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starscream-is-my-wife · 6 months ago

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I am constantly rotating your documentary au in my mind it's such a fun idea. Since Ratchet has been assumed to be a teen mom, are the humans also concluding Optimus is the teen dad? Or are they thinking its a "I'm not the step dad, I'm the dad that stepped up" sort of situation? I wonder what sort of further misunderstandings are going to happen with the one sided communication and the assumptions made about our delightful trio and Cybertronians as a whole.

The town is mostly thinking that Orion is around the same age by the way he acts sometimes, even if he's a bit scary, he has a young dad goofiness to him, especally compared to Ratchets grumpyness. Although since the two humans reporting on them are biased and are also young adults, there's probably different rumors about them to other crowds

There's people who thinks Bee was the child of only one of them and the other was like, a coworker or a family friend that got caught in the crash because of how unrelated he looks to the both of them, adoption was also a possibility but Angel and Truck King havent been seen together too much, and when they are only few see it, most people haven't seen them close to each other at all

Generally, everyone thinks that Bee is Ratchets kid and whether OP is biologicaly the dad is in the air, due to Bee and Ratchet seemingly being a lot closer (OP has just been taking up more dangerous construction jobs for a building so Bee hangs out with Ratchet more)

The ones most invested in the bots do think that they're a young family, with such a positive view on them they're also the most ballsy with talking to them, if someone was skeptical they try to avoid them

But after that last interaction with the guy flirting with Angel it definitely solidified that those two are involved at least, now that the 'Angel is a young mom' rumor has been floating around, the people who think that Truck King is not the bio father is wondering 'is there a deadbeat big yellow dad who wasn't treating her right and now good man Truck King has snatched her away? Or is Angel just unfaithful? It looked like Truck King was unaware of her fans and she even fought him so the guy could get away!' Of course nobody would ever bring this up to any of the bots... or their fans

Alot of information comes from Zekes mouth, the big rumors start here because while he doesn't say anything public with none of them there to respect the bots privacy, its also really hard to not tell your other friends about the robots who you get to hang out with as part as your job (park ranger) but now your friends have the perfect combo of vaugeness and details to go wild with rumors.

So while most of the town (at least the younger population) loves the drama, a part still wants some actual evidence that arent from some 19 year olds mouth, like the only seen evidence that the bots are a family before is that "It looks like a man, woman, and child robot"

Zeke also mostly reports on rumors that are notable (or at least he thinks are) so heres some crazy ones:

The robots are government spies that look like a cute family to get our guards down

The bots are actually a cursed family and we're normal people until they angered a wizard

The bots were sent by God as a test for something

The bots are escaped experiments from the Canadian government

Pete is a super villian creating these bots in his basement in preparation for world domination

The bots not only eat energy, but they also eat souls and are marinating us slowly

These damn bots are here stealing our jobs, we gotta deport them back to space before more come

#lmk if theres any contradictions!#i draw the panels out of order and now im like hmm did I ever make that canon #i try not to focus too much on the human characters but then i remember that ohh right theyre in the 90s #why tf does zeke and pete live together apartments were dirt cheap back then #ive only ever known rent thats above 800 bucks #those two werent even previous ocs of mine i made them up on the fly #one for the social speculation the other for the biological speculation #although pete has been doing both lately haha #asks #robot nature documentary au #maybe I'll do a bot only interlude next cause theres been too many humans

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acupofinkedblood · 6 months ago

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Biografts and Blackrock worker reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Working in Blackrock isn’t the best type of work for those who wishes to socialize and encounter more interactions with other fellow demons. And certainly when you are stuck in the robot manufacturing and inspection area — especially when it’s your job to keep an eye out for the Biografts before sending them away to be tasked with their assigned duties — and that just makes you even more lonely when the entire facility is almost all yours. Sure, there are still other managers like you in different parts of the department, but they have their own issues to get over with. That alone has summed up your current situation, no?

• At your first day at work, you can help but feel so out of place. The only time you can have a proper conversation with a living being is when your boss is telling you how to do this or how to deliver that, basically just tutoring you for the basics. You are presented with a newly created Biograft that is supposed to require your primary source of attention. It’s simple, your job, I mean. You are the inspector, it’s your job to make sure all the Biografts are properly functioning. And to do that, you just need to run a few tests in order to note down their responses as well as see if any of them needs a quick fix or a reboot

• Once you grasp all the things that you should know, your boss just hasta la bye bye you almost immediately without a trace. The way you are being left alone in the middle of a new environment by your boss like how one leave a kid in the daycare without looking back is absurdly hilarious to some extent, but once you get back to reality, it’s just you for now

• Only the sound of the mechanical automatic production line and the sound of your own breathing is available in the moment. And of course, the Biograft in front of your eyes. The people who are supposed to deliver it are outside. And honestly, they won't even bother to chat with you. That's how quiet people are in this specific department, expect for the big boss that is obnoxiously loud that you wish you don’t have to cross path with him twice because goddamn- that man literally speaks like a glitchy speaker that doesn’t know how to shut up

• Anyway, back to the Biograft. You always know the drill: It’s just a cold machine that is awaiting for your orders. You did what you were told: Run the tests, check up their parts, call the transporters as the Biograft has passed the trial and then another Biograft is sent to you. Again and again, batches over batches, your day just passes like that before your shift is up

• Soon enough, you don’t bother to look up at the transporters and wave them a goodbye like you did before since you know too well that they just walk away without a single thought. Hell, they are even more automatic than any other machines you have come into contact with, and the fact that they are still alive living demon is just- damn. You just stick your eyes into the files and the Biografts. You honestly feel like this repetitive task you are supposed to do everyday will probably lead you down to the path of self-isolation

• That is until you have enough of talking to yourself internally like a schizophrenic patient at work. You desperately yearn for some sort of interaction with a proper acknowledgement, not just a nod and go on anymore. Maybe you’re just too bored at this point, because then you start to think that maybe you might as well just go ahead and talk to the Biografts that are under your inspection. I mean, they do know how to respond to your words and all, technically that is enough for you to cling onto your last hope of interacting with someone or something that isn’t just your imagination

• You know that the Biografts can speak through a secondary function that lets it mimic the speech patterns of demons, and it can even copy your way of speaking or even other’s voice. That is a part of your trial to test their functioning abilities, aside from their obedience and their accuracy when performing a certain mission. That means they aren’t just a bunch of metal that will stay quiet all the time. Although you are probably the first person they ever interact with in a proper way, you have your hope up for their default setting. And that’s how you throw away all the other doubts and just strike a conversation with some of the Biografts

• It’s not like you have any reputation left to lose. This whole facility is all yours and others are too busy minding their own business rather than paying attention to your odd behavior. And hey, talking with killing machines casually isn’t that bad like some people think!

• You have spoken to a lots of them in the previous trials before, certainly when some comes back for inspection, they remember you. That just fuels your will power even more at the goal of befriending the Biografts. Thankfully that their data allows them to learn and to speak with certain calculations, it does resemble a normal conversation somewhat. Although it’s pretty simple, the way they talk since most of the time they just state their presence or answer your questions dutifully. But well, you can live with that

• It is a good thing that it’s the Biografts’ nature to be curious about its surroundings, which includes you and some of your actions as well. They watch over everything you do like a hawk, careful pay attention to you as a source of new knowledge to be aware of. They don’t have an actual personality, you know it well. The artificial intelligence inside their chip allows them to get access to a certain fields of knowledge from continuously learning new information each days. The Biografts can even form a beehive type of mindset, when a Biograft can exchange the thing it has learned to another Biograft through collective messages. It’s their nature to continue to learn and to adapt, mostly for combat-related situations

• Nonetheless, they have proven to have little a sense of self which is portrayed through the way they view the world around them. Curiosity is such a miracle in which it can achieve the impossible, and the same principle can be applied to these Biografts. They do notice at you too, and wonder the thing that is related to you. You are their inspector after all. Moreover, you are probably one of the only few person who they spend a time with after being born into this world

• While running through some tests for them, you will be faced with certain questions regarding of what are you doing. What is the reason for you to want them to do this or do that? What do you mean by your choice of words? How do you do this specific thing that seems new in their minds? Questioning is a form of self-taught, that’s why they can’t help but to question you. Your gear is also on the topic, whether it’s for combat or not. Sometimes they might even ask why are you so insistent on having someone to talk to. You just shake your head with a slight grin at how embarrassing your reason sounds like

• Of course, you can speak to them freely and will be given an answer for everything you have mentioned. You can just talk about your days to them, tell them about your personal opinion of some certain topic or just mess around with them jokingly. Although asking them tricky questions are highly not recommended unless you want to see their data going overloaded because of what you said. You don’t want to accidentally make them shut down just because you have asked them what is the color of an electric sheep, right? It won’t be a pretty sight to the eyes

• One thing that you shouldn’t do too obvious is to try and get them to understand the concept of freedom or life or basically anything that will jam with their whole purpose of existence to serve in war and conflict. You are the inspector, yes, you do have quite the impact on them. Though if you still want to do that, just do as you wish, but keep it subtle. There are still cameras that can record your voice in its database. Surely Subspace won’t like it when you try to get his creations to oppose him, he isn’t going to let it happen. You might even get the warning from the Biografts themselves to be aware of your words. So just a head up, it’s a risky thing to do

• You adore all of them. Growing fond of a bunch of Biografts really mess up your mind. You don’t just give them nickname, oh no no, that’s too common and you don’t have that much nicknames for over a thousand Biografts out in the wild. You literally call them by their series number in details without biting your tongue. SFOTH above, you have mesmerized all of their series numbers by heart. Every single one of them, there is no way for you to ever forget which one is the one you are looking at in the moment despite them being all identical

• The way you’re so focused on the Biograft as if they are an actual living demon is almost absurd. Yet that’s still what you do, no? To think that you even recognize each of them enough to the point that you have pick out some of them to be your favorites, that’s definitely some unique talent you have there

• It’s ridiculous when you see them as some sort of individual with different purposes. Some you see as friends — who you can chat the days away before they have to leave after you have done inspecting them — that title is usually used for the Biografts that you have known before and had the chance to see them again, either while they are being maintained or sent back to you for certain reasons. Some you see as your children, which are usually referred to those who you have only met the very first time before while doing your job. Of course, you don’t baby them because that’s just weird, though you do look out for them more than usual

• The Biografts aren’t exactly dull on its own. They have grown familiar with your presence aside from their creator. You hold an important position in each other their mindset, someone that isn’t just a typical demon. Although they will always see Subspace as the top priority since he is their cereator, his orders will be the upmost command that none dares to oppose. Still, they do view you as someone who is somewhat as equally significant as their creator. You’re just a tad behind Subspace, trust me. They are — for the lack of better words used specifically for robots — congenial, around your presence. Easy to talk to than others, at least

• You definitely get questionable looks from other managers when you waving the Biograft a ‘bye bye’ like a parent sending their child away after they have grown up. People might start a rumor on how you seem to lose your sanity quicker than anyone else in the division, but you don’t give a damn anymore. You know that you care for them a bit too much, then again, what else are you supposed to do?

• You know that they are just heartless machines, yet you can’t help yourself but grow attached to all of them. They provide you better company than any other demon in the division can ever imagine. You have found comfort in seeing them, talking to them everyday at work like they are alive in flesh. From friends, children and family — the Biografts manage to fill all the important roles you need in your life: You talk to them like how friends do, you care for them like how a parent would to a child, and you form a deep connection with them like they are actually your family. Is that odd? Definitely. Do you need a therapist? Maybe. Will that stop you from enjoying their presences? Hell no

• Sometimes you just wish that you can keep at least one of them beside you for company on the daily basis. Of course, there is no way Subspace will grant you that privilege. You can only dream about it whenever you take a break from your shift. Seeing them surely makes you feel better. For the time being, you just need to look forward to seeing the Biografts again when a new day comes

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: There’s not much I can write about the Biografts, so sorry for the limited quality(๑•́ -•̀)

Note 2: A friend from afar of mine is calling me to listen to his gossip with his friend to make me feel better, it works because the tea is HOT

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What do you think about Iterator puppets that have been altered from their original purpose or that have sort of.. add ons?

A puppet can break. Period. That is a fact. But the rest of the Iterator would still need a consciousness focus point (?) or whatever granular place the puppet occupies within the Iterator, it doesn’t really matter. I have to imagine that the ancients didn’t just keep a room full of spare puppets sitting around within the can; so what’s a robot to do?

Well, I think they’d mash neutral terminus engines and processing cells and whatever else they could get onto the preexisting (broken) puppet.

(By “they” I mean the iterators, not the ancients, as this would only become an issue when time has degraded the iterators enough for it to be a factor)

So then what do you have? An amalgam of a puppet, it could be as minor as a broken arm replaced with an extra processing device or weird tentacle thing or as major as a completely broken puppet that is just kept going by mechanical cystic growths holding their body together…

Why could a puppet not be altered/alter itself if its purpose was shifted after construction? Puppets were highly sacred to the ancients and each one was unique… hence if an iterator was reassigned from say… biological research to karmic eddy surveying. What then? One obviously requires different equipment from the other; and I’d like to think that carries over to the puppets too.

This is completely headcanon stuff here, but I like to think that puppets are more variable than we really see in game; with extra ports or connections or limbs as befits their secondary purpose. (Besides the great problem of course!)

So then what happens if that purpose changes…

Well just like if a puppet breaks, I think the iterator would have to make do and cobble together parts. I’m imagining a boxy relay stuck onto the puppet by dangling wires; adapters out the wazoo, etc. really why stop there… why not have an Iterator who has become so engrossed in their task that they have almost drowned the puppet chamber in hanging wires, the puppet itself just being a sort of… nexus for the surrounding nightmare tangle.

(This started because I’m finally making an Iterator oc and had the idea that they were adapted to be a satellite control relay, part of which means that a big box was attached to the puppet to serve as a adapter between their “brain” and the controllers)

plus I know you seem to think of them as more ornamental, but I’d still like to hear have thoughts on my weird ramble… I think you are a good mind as far as Iterators go

ok bye, sorry if this is incoherent, I was just spitballing really

IM FINALLY COHERENT ENOUGH TO REPLY TO THIS 🎉🎉🎉 I am sick rn and CANT FUCKING PLAY RAIN WORLD. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? NOW OF ALL TIMES?? oh well, at least i get to answer this now :D

This is really cool!! As far as the puppets go for me, their purposes are 3 fold: to act as a comprehensible “face” for the iterator to interact with their citizens, to use as a hub to process information, execute instructions, and direct the flow of data within the structure. Basically, a CPU! And considering the walls around their chamber in the game literally resemble one, I’d think the analogy is at least a little plausible. And of course there are different CPU designs, so puppet variation seems to be a given.

(more below cuz this is gonna get kinda long)

Despite how I focus more on the ornamental purposes of a puppet, I do think it is a VERY integral part of an iterator for like, actually being able to do their job. The pearls within their chamber are read and written by said puppet, so it manages data storage and memory. They can also format neurons, as seen by Moon, and in order to wake her up, we had to give the slag reset keys to her puppet specifically. While I have no doubt an iterator could manage without a puppet, I think it would be significantly more challenging for them.

I don’t think their chambers are like, static closed boxes. Iterators definitely move more than we see in game, since we see that Pebbles literally ejects out a memory conflux room into garbage wastes and also the Lab rooms in memory conflux seem to be on rails. Also The Rot region gives us a glimpse at other portions of his can, since we’re seeing a 2-D space so it’s hard to imagine the different “layers” of rooms and stuff, but in RM_LOCKDOWN you can see these weird claw like things moving shit around, but they’re frozen in time from breaking down before they could…lockdown the area around Pebbles’ puppet from the rot. So I think they have some way or another to get shit in and out of their chambers, since obviously they can rearrange other bits of their can, and we can find a pearl all the way out in Moon’s memory conflux and it had to get outta there somehow. It was a batch of notes, so her puppet probably interpreted the data she was receiving from her hardware and sent it to long term memory storage.

The cilia that line the walls of an iterator’s insides are probably some kind of exposed nerve ending that send signals from the short term data, ie their neurons. The neurons interact with them often (and make that cute little VWOOP! noise, hehe) so we can assume that they’re sending info through these nerves to either be interpreted by the puppet. These nerves probably send data into the umbilical wires, or through some bluetooth type shit like moon.

“With my umbilical cord broken I can't operate my structure directly, but with them working as messengers I've been restoring some of my chamber's functionality!”

- Moon, Rivulet Dialogue after the Rarefaction Cell has been placed

So based on this we know the umbilical is used to communicate with the rest of the structure and send signals in order to direct its operations. However,

“Most of our processing is outsourced to microbe strata”

- Shoreline Bright Purple Pearl (Moon)

While this seems to imply that the puppet isn’t actually doing much of the processing, I think this is actually more of a conscious vs subconscious thing. The microbe strata are like a brain stem, which in humans is responsible for heart rate n breathing n shit. The puppet is meant for higher conscious thought. So the puppet is pretty central to their body as a whole.

The umbilical probably connects to all those little cilia in the walls, like if we lifted up the panels of a structure’s walls we’d see a network nerves, with long axons and the dendrites are likely exposed out of the walls or whatever. Maybe even a mycelium type structure, remember how they found out mushrooms can kinda communicate through those?…Does this make any sense lol

So how is moon able to use overseers to direct her can? Well, they seem to have those same cilia tendrils at the end of their bodies! They can transfer data between themselves with the same kinda animation as the neurons, so why wouldn’t they be able to transfer instructions to parts of her structure? Like sending instructions to an immune cell to begin a repair process. I also think Moon communicates with the overseers when she does that animation where she sits in the center of her chamber and her neurons go in a circle and do that bloop thing, much like how she would sit in the center of her chamber while reading a pearl, (in spearmaster) since it takes concentration. And she probably has to concentrate very hard to send those signals with such weak equipment.

Also cute lil side tangent: the neurons bloop green when she does this, which I think is a nod to the slag reset keys. Honestly the neurons themselves might have straight up been Sig’s originally, because where the hell did those neurons even come from. There’s no way they survived the collapse, right? Cuz if they did why aren’t there anymore, yknow? Anyways they might literally just be Sig’s neurons but reformatted, since Pebbles mentions everything “suggests it was tailored for the specific predicaments of a friend of mine.”, so the neurons were formatted for Moon.

UH ANYWAYS. Obviously we need to keep in mind that they are both biological and mechanical beings, so I don’t literally mean brain cells or wires or whatever, it’s just me using words humans can use to describe them yknow. So of course I do think that there are differences in puppet design and even chambers (cough PIn cough), so extra wires or even extra hardware within the chamber is absolutely possible.

So how the fuck do iterators perform experiments, or make shit? You know I headcanon Sig as a medical facility. This means her can layout would be different from Moon or Pebbles’. Hunter actually explains this to Monk in my apple juice fic (god i’m so sorry that i keep bringing it up and haven’t worked on it in months), but basically, Sig’s structure has more labs, and more security between said labs because he’s often working with viruses and stuff that are dangerous to its citizens or even itself. But for a specific example: Sig making Hunter. I believe the process would be:

-> Puppet interprets info gathered (ie Suns fucking up, moon is in danger, conclusion: make new messenger). Obviously this is just. A thought process LOL like a human would have.

-> Puppet sends instructions to a lab/area of the can that is suitable for growing biological material.

-> Some microbes or even smth similar to those weird spider things in the memory lattices or something initiate the growth process. They funnel nutrients and material to build cells and organic parts. This probably involves a lot of vats of goo LOL.

-> Puppet monitors the experiment, probably via those blue cilia again, and direct it as needed. Like, once Sig is alerted that a cluster of cells has formed, she’ll have it transferred to another nutrient bath, by way of tubes/pipes or having some protein move it (yknow how muscle proteins actually move and “walk” along chains of proteins? They strut real cunty btw), or like idk something else picks it up and transfers it.

-> Once Hunter was finished/“born”, she could be monitored via overseer, or some inspector type organism, and should Sig want to bring her to his chamber, they could carry her there:

“They also facilitate long distance communication within our living systems.”

- Moon, Inspector Eye Dialogue

I’m like 99% sure that Hunter was brought to Sig’s chamber at least once considering in her ending cutscene she knows what Sig looks like. Not to mention Spearmaster’s end screen shows it snuggling with Suns so like, there is definitely a way to get those things in their chamber.

For a less intensive experiment like transferring a pearl, a pipe or something (maybe even smth resembling intestines that moves it along that way with contractions) could be used. The fatter red wires that make a gross squishy sound when you grab them could be used, maybe? There are also just TONS and TONS of tubes and pipes in the background. The panels/screens in the backgrounds of their chambers can be lifted up and will expose the opening of said tubes, which is why they’re broken up into panels in the first place. There is also probably some kind of immune barrier (sorta like the blood-brain barrier in humans), in order to protect the puppet. (I only think the scugs were carried there because they’re more fragile and also probably would not appreciate being shoved in a pipe LOL)

DM_MEM01

DM_MOONCHAMBER

(also excuse my handwriting, also pebbles has this exact same “plug” thing at the bottom of his chamber)

I know a lot of iterator bits seem very rigid but there ARE squishy organic parts, (considering the noise those fucking red strands make when you grab them) so we can make the assumption that perhaps some of those tubes and shit could be lined with more organic-y stuff.

Uhh oh god this became more of a rant about iterator cans than iterator puppets. BRO WHY CANT I FOCUS.

Back to the original fucking question I could definitely see an iterator with extra shit in their chamber, needing extra wires to receive more signals or adapters. Puppet repair however…I do think they might be able to regrow parts, or at least rudimentary ones. Like how Sig and Suns grow slugcats. Maybe in a lab and they’re transferred over or maybe during some kind of rest period. These replacement parts might not be as good as the originals but I don’t think they’d be completely fucked. Their citizens probably kept spare parts around at least, maybe not entire puppets, but also I don’t really know how much damage they’d incur unless something went horrifically wrong. They are full of self-healing microbes, after all, so wear and tear of normal use is probably not going to kill them. The one part I’m not sure about is the using other parts to repair their puppet. Salvaging stuff from their can like neural terminus engines or other parts could impair their function as a whole, thus making the puppet more vulnerable to future complications, though I don’t think one or two modifications like that would kill them lol. They very likely have a million redundancies and backup parts since repairing iterators would be costly and even dangerous if something deep in their can was broken.

Puppet damage is very bad though. Their ability to move around their chamber seems to be integral to being able to actually function, so a puppet that’s just trapped in place would be a VERY dire, life support type situation. If they can’t reach pearls, or move to send them out of their chamber, their long term memory would probably be in the trash. I think post-Riv moon has to simply make do with her neurons, and a lot of their storage is filled with memories she does not want to forget (ie. Hunter or Riv), since she seems to be able to recall them when talking to Saint. Hell, they might also just have a larger storage capacity since they either came from Pebbles (a newer model) or *maybe* Sig, still a (likely) newer model. (I don’t think it’s ever confirmed he’s younger than her but considering what we know about their dynamic and Moon’s demeanor in general I think it’s a plausible conclusion to come to).

But yeah!! I can’t wait to see ur iterator oc so I can send u silly rp asks >:) I hope this was in ANY WAY coherent bc I am kinda sick so this might straight up be completely incomprehensible.

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OH!! Also this is mildly off topic but this is my yapping and I get to talk forever and ever. But I also think the puppet is meant as an identity as well. Like a face for them, to give them a sense of self. However some iterators are more attached to their puppets as “themselves” than others.

(blocked out message is my friends’ oc)(also these are tupperbots NOT fuckin ai, i’m the one writing all this it’s just using a proxy for rp purposes)

As you can tell Opportunity is not very attached to her puppet and sees “herself” as her structure. The puppet of an iterator is. Basically just another organ in a way. Like, I feel like some iterators would feel the same way we feel about like, our nose. It’s not us it’s just a part of us. But others might see it as their face, and heavily identify with their puppet’s appearance. My little headcanons are (based on my own interpretations of them, so some of this is heavily steeped in my own lore that i’ve just made the fuck up):

Moon: Pre-collapse she’s less attached to her puppet, but post-collapse she really begins to see it as herself, since it’s all she has access to. She also gestures with her puppet and uses it to communicate not just through voice.

Suns: Attached to xier puppet and is kinda embarrassed about it. They’re involved with their citizens’ affairs and since their citizens place his identity on his puppet, he does too. Not super expressive with movement aside from hands, fidgets when nervous.

Sliver: Doesn’t care, her puppet is a tool.

Opportunity: As you can tell, does not consider her puppet as “herself” and thinks those who do are too attached to the world. They have a job to do and that’s it.

Indigo: He likes his puppet. They don’t mind being seen as it.

Wind: His self-image is absolutely his puppet, and even when thinking about others he sees them as their puppets too. Specifically in the rot au, he attacks sig right after the whole sliver thing, which ultimately wouldn’t technically hurt her but it’s more of a symbolic thing.

Sig: Sees herself as her puppet! Considering he accessorizes it, like the scarf or whatever ribbon that it’s decorated with canonically kinda points to this? Like the others just wear simple cloaks but his is like, slightly “fancier”! Also obviously in the rot au his identity is heavily tied to her puppet. The goofy lab coat get-up is not his only outfit and she kinda just wears it for shits and gigs. It’s a doctor after all, gotta look the part!

PIn: Kinda has no choice but to see themself as their puppet, rip. The heavy emphasis placed on it by their citizens reinforces that sentiment.

Yui: Her puppet serves cunt just like she does. She uses it to gesture a lot, not just her arms or anything but like the whole puppet. Spinning, moving across the whole chamber, etc (sig does this too)

Light: Tries not to see themself as their puppet simply to “abate the self” or whatever. It is a part of their identity but not the whole. They do talk with their hands a lot tho

Pebbles: He sees *others* as their puppets but not himself as much. He’d still probably be sad if it was replaced with a metal box or something tho.

wow this got off topic. i’m sorry you have to read 3000 words of shit that barely answered ur question HAHAHAHA

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kaythefloppa · 2 days ago

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Headcanons Masterpost

I’ve posted a few of my WK headcanons here but not many of them.

even though it's a show that I deeply think about on a regular(??) basis, but since I've got free time, why not? I'll go in no particular order since my organization skills (or lack thereof) outclass Martin's.

Keep in mind that at the time that I’m posting this, the final four episodes of Season 7 are yet to air on PBS Kids. Any headcanons related to Season 7 will obviously be rendered outdated if contradicted by future episodes. Warning; Very Long [also copied and pasted from a post I just made on the fandom subreddit + my FANDOM blog]

Chris and Martin:

They have the same age gap as they do in real life. Unlike real life however, they’re in their 20’s. They graduated high school and college at the same time Aviva did.

They keep in touch with Christine and Susan (their IRL sisters who I HC exist in this universe).

Both of them are both autistic and have ADHD.

Martin can and has beaten Chris in an arm wrestle, but has also lost to him in a chess match.

Both Martin and Chris despise golf (which is valid because that game fucking SUCKS!)

The first animal he ever named was the frog that he and Chris saved from Zach when they were kids. The frog’s name was “Ribbert” , a mix between “ribbet” and “Robert.”

Chris was bullied a lot by Zach when they were kids. Martin stepped in to defend him.

In general, Martin has more beef with Zach than Chris does. It’s why Zach is always quick to capture Chris to spite Martin, and why Martin in general has less hesitance with putting Zach through the most uncomfortable situations (i.e. that one time where he straight up launches Zach into the sky in the Bumblebee episode). Martin may or may not have straight up beaten the tar out of Zach at some point.

Gavin, Ronan, Aidan, and Nolan AREN’T related to them, but they are close family friends.

Neither 2D Martin or 2D Chris are married or in relationships. They’re married to their work if anything.

This is the most popular headcanon in the entire fandom, but the Creature Power Suits have a side-effect on the brothers that results in them being able to gain long-term certain abilities or traits of animals even whilst deactivated. This is why they are able to see clearly underwater, hold their breath longer, why their facial structures can seem a bit off, and most importantly, why they are able to have certain interactions with some animals (like when Chris STANDS ON TOP OF A MOTHERFUCKING POLAR BEAR AND LIVES!).

The events of their previous shows are canon in the WK universe. The crossovers (Odd Squad, Nature Cat, Molly of Denali) are also canon (for more-info, see this post:)

Zach Varmitech:

Was a nepo baby. A simple explanation as to why and how he turned out to be as awful as he was is because he had parents who didn't pay enough attention to him, and thus, never held him accountable for much of anything. It was often the responsibility of Zach's teachers, or even his peers to tell him "no."

On top of that, the Varmitechs making robotics out of animals was a family business.. They never got in trouble with the law because they had that much money, but it only furthered a young Zach to believe he could get away with anything he wanted. He was of course, very oblivious to the negative reception in the court of public opinion that his family had.

He was an only child.

Him attempting to use frogs as his invention was the first time he ever thought of the Zachbots.

Was classmates with Chris, Martin, and Aviva, who all went to the same school. His rivalries would shift every season. During the school year from August to April, his biggest 'haters' were the Kratts. During the summer, from May to July, his nemesis was Aviva during science camp.

He was largely sent to science camp to broaden his education. One of the few times that his parents were attentive of him.

His rivalry with Aviva intially started out on a frenemies thing wehre they tried to outdo each other. Then it turned to actual friendship, but then it became one-sided. I've seen the headcanon of them being an ex-item but in my eyes, things went south way before they could even cross that river, largely due to Zach's unoriginality, his ineptitude, and his cruelty towards others, especially animals.

He first created the Zachbots at science camp. His first decision was to use them to bully Aviva.

He was a high school drop-out. He claims that it was because he was "too smart" for school, but the real reason for that is because he was denied his diploma (the reason for which he'll take to his grave).

He's canonically 23 years old in the series. He simply looks older than he does both because of early puberty and because of his really poor self-care routines if any (I mean the guy has NOT felt the warm Vitamin D of the sun). The ‘wrinkle’ he had from the 100th episode was not from age, but simply because his skin was drier than the Sahara.

His first act of villainy against the fully assembled Wild Kratts team was when he tried to steal the Creature Power Suits in order to use Creature Powers to capture animals. However, thanks to Aviva's technology, (as well as the fact that they were in their prototypical stage), his plan failed. This explains why he never once tries this in the show, even though he has canonically stolen the suits and discs.

Met Donita, Dabio, and Gourmand at the Finding Your Inner Villain Seminar not long after dropping out of high school.

He and Paisley Paver are second cousins. The Varmitechs and the Pavers used to be in the same organization/family until they split up due to personality conflict. Zach eventually did a DNA ancestry test that not only showed the truth of his ancestry, but revealed that the new villain on the news that the Wild Kratts had faced was his cousin. This was why he was the first to induct Paisley into the ViVs (Very Important Villains). Their scheme in "Our Blue and Green World" was meant to be a project that was going to merge their family businesses back together and establish them as permanent partners in crime. Of course, we all know how that ends...

Zach refused to tell the other ViVs about Paisley's betrayal, feeling embarassed for having allowed Paisley to betray him so quickly. Paisley pretty much becomes a forbidden entity in Zach's life, as he is too emotionally immature to properly deal with how betrayed he feels, or to see things from Paisley's side of view. The truth of Paisley’s betrayal does come out, but it’s completely out of his control, and it forces him to act fast in order to both save his teamwork with the other villains, and get revenge on the Kratts for turning Paisley against him.

He's abso-fucking-lutely gay but EXTREEEEEMELLY closeted and repressed with bad misplacement issues (i.e. his painful attempts to flirt with Donita in Episode 6).

Zach is often sent to jail off-screen, but he's always bailed out, if not by the other villains, it's by a relative (Paisley was one of said relatives, however they both effectively disowned each other).

He intentionally programmed the Zachbots to be intellectually limited so that they don't turn against him. Them taking his orders literally is a very huge side-effect of that decision, one that he considers the lesser of two evils.

This headcanon is very dated (since it circled around back in 2021-2022) but yes, Zach does use NFTs. He is relentlessly bullied by everyone for it. And a more modern headcanon, but Zach 100% uses AI and ChatGPT. You can’t tell me otherwise.

Donita Donata

Is in her early 30's (let's say 31).

Was one of the top female athletes in middle school, high school, and college. Was offered to take on hockey as a profession but turned it down after gaining a bad case of burn-out.

Was also a prodigy in fashion and made that her top priority. Initially she started working on dresses and clothes in a usual way, and became a well-known designer, however, she soon found herself with a lot of competition. Her campaign to use endangered animals in her line of fashion was done out of desperation and was meant to be a one-time thing, but after seeing how many people enjoyed and loved her work, and how much money she could make off of it, she made it a regular profession. She lost a LOT of longtime friends because of this.

Unlike the Varmitechs and Pavers, the Donatas were not proud of their family history. After Shonita Donata had driven the Thylacines to extinction and came dangerously close to wiping out the Tasmanian Devils, their family became infamous, which encouraged her descendants to discontinue her line of work. Donita had brought back that family tradition, and when informed by one of her relatives the very dark history of their family, it had only re-inforced her desire to turn animals into art.

She used ancestry DNA to track down Shabio's descendants to have as her assistant and bodyguard. She eventually found Dabio, who was a member of the mafia (keep in mind, this guy beat up Zach on Donita's command for not returning a loan). She traded a lot of hush money in exchange for them turning him over to her.

She knows a lot of shady people and knows exactly what to say and do to make them do her bidding in order to keep them quiet. This was how she got someone to pay to create the pose-beam, install the vacuum on her jet, and eventually her attack manequins. She also had Zach tweak up her tech for safety (this was after the events of Weird Looking Walrus).

Only rarely does she ever kill her targets. She attempted to skin a leopard once for its fur. However, not only did that get her on the Kratts' radar, it also attracted the attention of a very angry mob. After barely making it out in one piece, Donita decided to simply paralyze the animals and stylize them in a manner that would be fitting for clothing.

Is a lesbian. She's under the assumption Zach is crushing on her (again, it's verrry compulsory on his end) and she turns him down. They get along much better when Zach starts backing off.

Has actually gotten away with selling animals as jewlery (R.I.P. that one frog from Episode 5). Has also gotten bailed out of jail by Zach, Gourmand, and Paisley.

She unofficially gets into a relationship with Paisley Paver. They definitely HAVE plotted together (which we SO should've gotten an episode on!) in the past. Following the events of Season 7, Donita gets less and less notifcations from Paisley, confusing her a lot, and she eventually has no choice but to consider herself dumped. When she ultimately does find out what happened, let's just say that she is the most thirsty for revenge.

Gaston Gourmand

His surname is actually Gourmand. His family being chefs was a coincidence.

Is in his early 40’s (let’s go with 41).

Being a chef ran in the family. However, using endangered species wasn’t. Gaston was informed from a young age of how his ancestor, Gideon Gourmand was responsible for the downfall of the dodo bird, and how since then, the family has dedicated their lives to ethical cooking.

Gourmand went to culinary school. Much like Donita, jealousy played a role in his downfall, as he went to very unethical means to try and outdo those who he wrongly believed had ‘stolen the spotlight’ from them. He started to disregard what he knew about his family history, and secretly use unauthorized animals in his recipies. He got away with this for over a year, until the Kratt Brothers saw him capture endangered condors. Fortunately, they managed to report him to the authorities, where he was exposed for cooking endangered animals, and he was eventually thrown out of school. He swore vengeance on the Kratts since there.

He was cut disowned by his entire family after the fact. By that point, he couldn’t care less. Except for the fact that he was pretty much left with nothing.

When he attended the Finding Your Inner Villain Seminar, that was his rise to fame, as his endangered mushroom salad sold him enough money to purchase a jet, a jet pack, and a dough ball blaster. Zach Varmitech sponsored him, largely to mooch off of his work, but in the end, it helped him get a lot of materials that made it possible for him to hunt endangered species.

Apart from Zach, he’s the glue that holds the villain group together. He mediates an argument as well as he knows how to start one. And he uses food to get on their good sides. Off-screen, he’s partnered with and sponsored Donita and Paisley’s endeavors.

Gourmand’s “side-dish” comment towards Chris was just a very dark joke. Whilst I definitely see where the cannibalism headcanons come from and whilst I don’t disagree with them, I think it’s more in character for him to be enough of a jerk to even joke about it.

Nostril was the Gourmand family pet. In between Seasons 6 and 7, something happened that resulted in them losing custody of Nostril and him falling into Gourmand’s custody.

The reason that Gourmand has been mostly absent throughout Season 7 after the season premiere is because he’s currently trying to find out what happened to Paisley after she mysteriously went dark. Although Zach denies any knowledge, and whilst Donita is up a creek without a paddle, Gourmand suspects something deeper happening, and has gone on a quest in search of her, dropping a lot of his recipe-related schemes in order to find out what happened. She manages to evade him, but out of all the 3 villains, he is the closest to finding out that she went rouge, and is the most likely the one to expose Paisley to the other villains.

Aviva Corcovado

Went to elementary, middle school, and high school with the Kratts and Zach. Befriended Koki and Jimmy Z. in college and introduced them to the Kratts after the fact.

Used to be friends with Zach. Went south. BADLY.

Is Jewish on her father’s side, and Latin American on her mother’s side. Was born in Costa Rica and moved to the U.S. when she was 5.

She’s bi and polyamorous. She and Koki are mutually attracted to each other but they don’t exactly put a label on it. The same applies to Aviva and Paisley post-redemption.

She’s a diagnosed autistic. Her special interest was animals, but especially turtles. Suddenly the design of the HQ makes a lot more sense.

She is 22 years old. Fresh out of college.

Invented a Creature Power Suit for Jimmy sometime in between the events of Seasons 4 and 5 (this was also when she invented Koki’s CPS, which was fully functional in the Season 5 premiere). She kept Jimmy’s CPS in private because she knew he didn’t want one and because he was perfectly effective in the fields without it, and kept it as a failsafe if all else went wrong.

Aviva installed a security system on the Creature Power Discs and the Suits, to where Zach cannot use them, (which only furthers why Zach doesn’t try to activate Creature Powers). When Zach discovers the flaw in Aviva’s design (ghost-programmings that are susceptible to be re-activated), Aviva actually manages to find a solution to that bug in no time. She just holds back from fixing it, mainly to give Zach the illusion of advantage. That way, when she actually installs the Ring Chip 2.0 into the suits, Zach will be humiliated (she does a li’l bit of trolling like that).

Koki

Her full name is Koki Rock (this was based on the headcanon that she shared the same last name as her original voice actor Heather Bambrick before she was recast).

She’s Zambian on her mother’s side (just like me fr) and Puerto Rican on her father’s side. She’s named after the coqui frog, and was born in the U.S.

She went to the same college as Aviva. She was a technology major and the two just clicked together.

Had a summer romance with Jimmy Z, but they eventually broke off and decided to remain friends.

Grew up in a family of 5 siblings. She was the youngest and was often overlooked which caused her to overcompensate to get what she wanted, a habit that she soon unlearns with some months of therapy.

Undiagnosed autistic.

Had a bad experience with bats when one accidentally crashed into her house and touched her. She went over to the hospital for a check-up and the doctors found out that the bat was rabid and was able to cure both her and the bat before any symptoms started showing up. That’s largely what inspired her hatred and fear of bats.

Jimmy Z.

HC adopted from Atarah Derek on Tumblr and the fandom wiki. He’s of Polish descent, with the Z. standing for Zuraw.

He was raised by his grandmother, who he often calls “mom” just by instinct.

Was a man of many hobbies. Cooking, gaming, and piloting. He genuinely could not choose between the three.

Is trans (FtM). Only his closest friends are aware of that (this eventually includes the WK crew).

Undiagnosed autistic, but strongly suspects that he is.

Aviva held applications to pilot the Tortuga. Jimmy Z. instantly won her over because he was skilled.

Jimmy often teaches Aviva and Koki how to man the teleporter in certain situations where he’s absent. However, there are some things he neglects to teach, simply because he’s become so accustomed to it that he can’t find the right way to put the entire process into words. This is why both Aviva and Koki’s teleportations fluctuate between precise and far off.

Jimmy does have a Creature Power Suit but he has no idea. Aviva invented it in private as a failsafe. Jimmy’s proven himself to be an effective member of the team without a CPS and he’s content with it.

I’ve seen one HC from a mutual friend of mine on Tumblr that said that Jimmy Z. was the one who actually created the flash games (Go Cheetah Go, Habitat Rescue, Flower Flier, ect.) in-universe for the Wild Kratts Kids to play; not only is it way easier to make the flash games co-exist with the series proper, but it’s far too in-character for Jimmy to NOT be SS+ HC material so -

Paisley Paver

She’s 26 years old. She may or may not be attracted to Aviva post-redemption (let me have this one).

Much like Zach, she was a nepo baby who came from a long line of notorious capitalists who were always one dollar out of the big house.

Paisley had many siblings, none of whom she was close with.

Paisley’s inheritance of Pave Nature Incorporated was pretty much the plot of Succession, where she had to impress her snobby parents that she was worthy of running the family business. She surprisingly won fair and square, but her siblings accused her of cheating and essentially disowned her.

She went to the Finding Your Inner Villain Seminar. Whilst she didn’t interact with Zach, Donita, or Gourmand personally, she simply overheard them speak about the Wild Kratts, hence her offhand comment in her debut episode.

She and Zach Varmitech are second cousins. Zach reaches out to her with this information and this is partly what convinces her to join the ViVs.

This is a headcanon largely stolen from Athena P’s analysis video from 6 months back; Paisley soon sees how inept Zach’s schemes are and how much of a waste of money they are. So she decides to cheat the system by constantly charging/billing him every time he fails (the Halloween special was not the first/only instance of this). In the scenario where they got what they wanted, cool. In the scenario where they failed, Paisley could walk away with a shred of her dignity and some cash.

The in-universe reason why we don’t see her that often in the series [pre-Season 7] is because she actually does a very good job at staying under the Kratts’ radar and paving several habitats. Post-Season 7, she finds the time to undo that damage.

Has plotted with Gourmand and Donita individually off-screen. Got into a HO-YAY with Donita, but ultimately ghosted her after her Heel-Face-Turn. She saw the most potential in Donita, and thus knew that she’d be the biggest threat to her if her betrayal was ever revealed.

Zach and Paisley’s plans to destroy the Madagascar beach was meant to be a project that would’ve reunited the Varmitech and Paver families as well as their businesses. Obviously that did not go well.

Zach forced Paisey to fire Rex, believing him to be a liability (because he gets along with others just as well as water gets along with gasoline). Paisley had no choice but to let Rex go. She regrets it.

There are two in-universe reasons that we don’t see Paisley post-redemption. 1) she was busy legally changing her surname to Paver (yes, I know the end-credits had it as a nickname but I reject them lol) - 2) she was on the run. Not from the authorities, but from Gourmand. He was the only villain in Zach’s circle who realized something was amiss when Paisley went dark and started to track her down. Paisley fortunately managed to evade him at every turn and keep him from finding her out. However, she soon realizes that if she keeps Gourmand guessing, he won’t be able to capture animals or help the other villains. So she pretty much becomes a decoy. She doesn’t go after Rex out of fear that he’ll be dragged into the mess she put herself into, and out of fear that he won’t forgive her for firing him.

Her absence unfortunately leaves a power vacuum for Pave Nature Incorporated. Her siblings realize this and decide to take it over, hiring Rex.

Rex

He was a construction worker looking for a job. Found Paisley. Got that job.

He got along well with Dabio. I don’t exactly know if I ship them or not but it’s a crime that we never saw them interact.

When Paisley was inducted into the ViVs he tried to get along with them but they overall snubbed him. Zach in particular loathed Rex’s chipper attitude.

Was fired by Paisley as part of Paisley and Zach’s project to merge the Varmitech and Paver businesses back together. Rex became resentful towards Paisley, and eventually sulked out about until there was a change in position in Pave Nature Incorporated that allowed him to get his job back. Whether or not he remains a villain or eventually rejoins Paisley, I’m gonna wait until there’s a canon answer for that.

Dabio

He grew up in a mafia family. Dabio is his alias name, his real name no one actually knows. His bloodline runs back to post-Shabio (Shabio had gotten a lot of pushback for helping kill off the Thylacine population, so he went to America, joined the mafia, took control and was effectively un-touchable for centuries).

Dabio only acts dumb as a way to fool his enemies. He’s not particularly that intelligent, but he knows way more than he lets on.

Was assigned to Donita as her henchman/bodyguard, in exchange for his family getting enough money to escape the authorities.

#wild kratts #pbs kids #kratt brothers #martin kratt #chris kratt #2d kratt brothers #2d martin kratt #zach varmitech #Aviva Corcovado #Donita donata #Paisley planter #paisley paver #Gaston gourmand #Jimmy z #wild kratts koki #headcanons #wild kratts headcanons

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katsmtmsdoodles · 1 year ago

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in-universe explanation under the cut 😘

Lloyd:

- On the news CONSTANTLY

- Whenever the ninja are talked about, it's Lloyd's picture thrown up there

- He does all of the official public speaking for the team, so of course

- He's notoriously the sweetest to his fans

- Compilations of him being the nicest person ever are all over YouTube

- He doesn't ever post anything on Instagram, but he has the most followers anyway

- Isn't and doesn't want to be verified on TikTok, he's just a scroller, but trying to find his account has become a huge internet conspiracy

Kai:

- Posts on TikTok & Chirp DAILY, he has huge followings everywhere

- Everything from charities to his work out routines to Q&As to thirst traps

- Even has some vulnerable inspirational videos that are like "keep going. you'll be okay, i believe in you" that are honestly tear-jerkers

- Interacts with fans the most

- If anyone is curious about what the ninja have been up to, Kai's pages are the place to go

- Also attends the most events bc he's an attention whore

- But has also raised the most money and attention for said charities as a result

Jay:

- He doesn't host Ultimate Ninja Warrior anymore, but it kept going with his permission and a contract, he visits as a special host during the finals every year

- He's also on the logo of the show lol

- Occasionally posts stuff on Chirp when it means a lot to him

- He's bad at ignoring haters tho so not online as much as Kai

- At the same time, he gets really emotional when fans tell him how he's inspired them

- He's the funniest at interviews and really likes doing them with the other ninja

- His compilations are either "the blue ninja being HILARIOUS" or "the blue ninja secretly being a genius for 10 minutes"

Nya:

- She's only on social media to bother Kai during his livestreams and talk shit on his posts. also gives Jay's haters nasty comments

- But she does have a few workout tip videos to empower girls who look up to her

- Everyone has a crush on her

- Does volunteer work for publicity to the organization

- She's lowkey aggressive on her social media though, like, half of her posts are going after terfs and nazis to get them canceled

- The ninja's social team has a heart attack every time they hear that she posted something lmao

Zane

- The most Memed Ninja, like it's ridiculous

- He's every reaction image

- You know how supernatural has a gif for everything? There's a Zane gif for everything thanks to his interviews, media, fan events, etc

- His fan base is AGGRESSIVE for some reason, though

- His fan base is the K-Pop fans of the ninjago world, even though there's not as many of them.

- Maybe that IS why though. The few. The strong. They're the ones who, like, solve crimes through the internet and shit

- There are compilations of "every time the white ninja remembers he's a robot" that's just Zane, like, being shook when fridge magnets stick to him and when metal detectors go off around him

Cole:

- He has zero internet presence

- A whole ass mystery

- There are conspiracy theories that he's not even real and its a running gag

- There are accounts dedicated to posting blurry pictures of him like he's a cryptid

- They were clear pictures before, but they were edited to be blurry lmao cause it's a joke but some people have genuinely began to wonder

- Like some of them will literally be a blurred picture of him sitting with everyone else at an interview

- Cole isn't in on the joke though and is confused every time people meme at him (he's not an internet kid TuT)

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marveloustimestwo · 1 year ago

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Hii :))) please can I request some general headcanons for platonic tony stark? Sorry I don't have anything specific

Hello :) I'm always happy to do general headcanons for characters, so thanks for sending this in!

Warnings: Yandere themes, talk of Tony's daddy issues

I can see Tony getting attached in a few ways.

The easiest way this could happen is if you were his biological child, especially if you came from his Playboy days and he only found out a few years after you were born.

Tony can admit that he never had a good relationship with his father. The man had always been away for work, and even when he was home, he was cold and affectionless.

So in a case where he suddenly figures out that he has a kid whom he didn't have the chance to meet for several years, he will heavily overcompensate.

He never wants to be like his own dad and the fact that he wasn't around for the first few years will have him scrambling to make up for that.

Of course, the easiest way for Tony to do that initially is with his money. Depending on how old you are, he'll get you gifts that range from toys to books to super fancy computers.

And when he finds out what some of your interests are, you'll have far more than you would need to entertain those interests.

If you're an artist, you'll have all that you could need for your medium, such as incredibly expensive paint sets or the most expensive drawing tablet he could find.

If you enjoy reading, you'll have the most extensive library you could ever need, all right at your fingertips.

And Tony would be especially ecstatic if you were interested in science.

He wouldn't be like his father. Whatever interest you have, he'll be more than happy to learn about it just so he can spend time with you.

All those years without him won't mean much now that he's around all the time.

But if you take after him and are especially smart in science/robotics, you will not have a moment of peace.

He already spends hours in his lab, battling insomnia and nightmares, but you make it better. Now, working isn't just something to distract him, it's also something to bond with you over.

Even if the specific branch of science you're interested in is something he doesn't know yet, he would have no problem learning it.

Tony would happily spend hours in the lab with you, either building things with you or doing his own thing while you worked on your own interests.

The only things that would pull him out of it would be Pepper or Jarvis, who would have to remind him to take care of his own and your physical needs.

In that sort of situation, Tony would not take being separated from you again lightly. If your mother has issues with the way he interacts with you, he would have no problem trying to get full custody.

It would be rather easy considering he's filthy rich, but he'd still rather you have your mother in your life.

Another way I could see him becoming like this is obviously with Pepper.

It'd be like a dampened-down version of the last scenario. He'd want to be better than his father now that he has you, except unlike the previous scenario, he has all the time in the world to do it.

Especially since Pepper can and will keep him in check, so he won't overdo it completely. Tony just sees it as him screwing over his father and showing him that it can be done right.

Thirdly, while I think this is a little more unlikely, you could also be someone younger Tony ends up taking under his wing.

Especially if you're a young hero. If you work around or closely with the Avengers in some way, and he finds out that you're in your teens or early twenties, he will do his best to make sure you don't end up like him.

Tony has a lot of guilt, trauma, and PTSD from being a hero. He can recognize he was extremely arrogant when he was younger, and he didn't take things as seriously as he should have.

If he could save you from all of that, he would in a heartbeat.

Plotonically, Tony will try to do everything he can to make you feel loved. He refuses to be like his father. No matter what, you will know exactly how much he would do for you.

#yandere #yandere marvel #yandere mcu #yandere tony stark #yandere iron man

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valentinebugzee · 4 months ago

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Baby blue blur

(Agere Sonic and Caregiver Eggman (Sonic BOOM))

------Read on Ao3 here------

(this is part of my sonic boom Au where Eggman adopted Sonic and sonic moves out when he's around 12)

Whether Sonic liked it or not, Eggman was his dad, his father, he raised him until the age of 12 when Sonic met his fox brother and swore to never be evil again.

After his departure from the Eggman empire (lair) he wanted to live with his brother Tails, which proved to be difficult considering the fact that he and Miles were homeless and kids were mean and loved to pick on them.

Eggman came to their rescue a couple of times and even made his robots build them a house on the beach, where they have a view of the lair…he claimed that he only did it because he knew Sonic will regret joining the forces of good and come back crawling, Sonic knew better than that.

Today Sonic sobbed, he cried and wailed into his pillow, this ungrateful village yet again berated him and framed him as a villain for a stupid reason.

His friends always did this too, they'd treat him as if he's a bad person with bad intentions, so what if he was cocky and arrogant and sometimes mean…and selfish…

The thoughts made the blue hero cry harder, he remembers the words his old bullies used to throw at him, how there was always a jab in every interaction back then at how he is the son of Eggman and “like father like son”, he tried to befriend good kids but he was too mean, and befriend bad kids but he was too nice, but his friends didn't know his past with Eggman.

Back then before he left Eggman’s lair he would hold him while he cried…tell him the world was cruel for geniuses like him, and everyone else is missing out.

But now there is no one to hold him, he needed his dad but he was his arch nemesis, the lair on the horizon taunted him, so clear to him from his doorless hut, he was sure that Eggman built his hut right there to taunt him.

And it worked…Sonic got up groggy and groaned, soon his friends will come over and Amy will force him to join a group therapy thing with people just as horrible as him, and he'll fail at becoming better like he always has, then his brother will tell him that it's not too bad, and knuckles will laugh, and Sticks will probably join the class too.

It was the same every single week, Sonic’s upbringing by Eggman was a luminous red dot on his forehead from a sniper's laser sight, everyone saw it but him, everyone was concerned but him.

He belongs to the Eggman empire, his father was right.

___________

Sonic bangs on the large doors of the evil lair, “Who’s knocking at this hour!?” “But It's 3:30, sir?” “Shut up!” Sonic heard Eggman and his yellow robot assistant argue from behind the doors.

The doors open revealing Eggman’s tall frame, the doctor’s Express changes when it falls to Sonic’s face.

“Hey Eggface,” Sonic greets, trying to sound casual and not at all like he was sobbing earlier, “So, still have a room for me?”

“...Are you okay?” asked Eggman, ignoring the Hedgehog's question.

“What? psht- of course I am why do you ask?”

“You have eyeliner all over your face.”

Oh right, Sonic was wearing eyeliner and forgot to wash his face. The younger stood there for a second unmoving.

“Come in, kid.” Eggman sighed.

Sonic went inside wordlessly and sat on the couch, Eggman sat next to him. Orbot and Cubot were floating near them.

Sonic breathed in, “I want to return to the..egg empire or whatever it's called.”

Eggman beamed at the confession and pumped his fist in the air, “Haha! I knew it, knew you'd be back to your senses!” Cubot taps his boss's shoulder, “Sir, I don't wanna ruin your fun but I think there's more to this than meets the eye…”

Eggman looked back at the hedgehog with black tear streaks all over his face, “Uh, but before we celebrate your return to villainy, what exactly caused your change of heart?” Concern laced the older man’s voice.

“Because I'm a bad person, always have been, always will be.” Sonic's voice was shaky and full of hurt. The genius tilted his head, “But you're a hero?” argued Eggman

“So? I'm still a bad person, I might save people but at the end of the day I am mean and..and selfish and…” The Hedgehog’s glassy eyes shifted to his shoes, he wanted to sob his eyes out again but he had to contain himself.

He vigorously wiped away his tears and stood up, “So, do you want me back or not?” He wanted nothing more than to go back to the way things used to be, his old room, his bed, his stuffed doggy toy he named Shoes, his dad…

Eggman stroked his chin, he thought for a moment before replying: “No.”

Sonic's world crashed before he could even get the chance to finish his flashback of his home, “What- What do you mean no!?” Sonic heaved, “You- you- you've asked me a million times and now you say no!? why the hell not!?” Sonic shouted at the man who was desperately trying to get a word in.

“Would you listen to me!?” Eggman yelled, which proved useful because Sonic was silent and hoped that the man didn't notice the way he flinched, “You can't come back because you're not actually evil.”

“But I am! no matter how many times Amy tries I'm still the same, I still make the same mistakes and everyone still treats me like a bad person, so I must be bad.” Sonic clenched his fists, tears streamed down his cheeks, he shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to see his former mentor’s expression.

Eggman got up and set a hand on the hero’s shoulder, Sonic didn't flinch this time, “Bad people don't try to become better.”

Sonic's eyes flew open, he looked up at the man in front of him with wide eyes, Eggman scratched the back of his head, “Woah that was wise, I surprised myself. Anyways, no, you're not allowed here.”

The hedgehog felt better about himself, what Eggman said made sense, maybe he wasn't so bad, maybe everyone was wrong…but it still stung that he couldn't stay here, just for a day he wanted to feel the warmth he felt when he was a hoglet.

“...I really can't stay?”

“No, never.” Eggman announces, Cubot floated close to his ear and whispered very loudly “Sir I don't think that's what he means.”

Sonic looked up at him with tearful puffy eyes, Eggman sputtered “I mean- you can stay but you know not as a villain…you've never not been allowed here actually.”

Sonic tilted his head, “Yeah, I never had a sign that said “Sonic’s not allowed”.”

Sonic sniffled, that made sense why Eggman always seemed to enjoy his company, “Really?” His voice was softer and a little higher, Eggman’s eyebrows relaxed at the tone, “Yeah, really.”

Without thinking, Sonic threw himself into the human’s embrace, Eggman took no time to return the gesture. The hedgehog felt silly for all the time he spent missing his dad while he was right in front of him the whole time.

They had spent a few minutes standing there hugging before Eggman carried his son to the couch, he ordered Orbot and Cubot to get Sonic a wet towel for the crap ton of eyeliner on his face and his doggy plushie.

Sonic was surprised his doggy was still with him after all this time, Orbot and Cubot returned with the toy and the towel, Sonic wiped his face and hugged Shoes. Eggman wrapped Sonic up in a blanket burrito, “Better?” Sonic nodded and plopped onto the older man's lap.

“What even happened to cause all of this?”

“Jam competition, I was the taster, I said my opinion truthfully and everyone's mad.”

Eggman scoffed, “Why do people do this? they join a competition then whine and moan when it's actually a competition, they're like-”

“You?” Sonic interrupted with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Hey.” Eggman warned playfully.

“It's true!” Sonic countered, “oh really?”

Before Sonic could argue back, Eggman started tickling him, the blue boy squeaked and tried wriggling away, which proved to be difficult because he was trapped in a blanket burrito.

“Stop! Stop!” Sonic wheezed between laughter, “Haha! I finally found Sonic the hedgehog's only weakness!” laughed Eggman.

“Okay! Okay! you win, I give up!” Sonic surrenders, Eggman’s tickling comes to a halt. “How does it feel to be defeated, hedgehog?”

Sonic replied with a giggle and snuggling closer to the doctor.

Eggman turned the TV on to a random cartoon channel. Sonic shifts his attention to the colorful animation, he wanted to question Eggman for choosing to turn on cartoons, but he saw no point in that when he liked the characters on the screen.

Sonic would giggle or comment on something. Eggman, grumpy as ever, would criticize the animation and the shows humor and “back in my day blah blah blah”

“You don't like it cause you're old!” Sonic teased and stuck his tongue out.

“What's that? You're up for another tickle match?”

Sonic shook his head frantically, he was already laughing without being tickled.

The scientist ran his fingers through the hedgehog's blue quills, the sound of the TV and purring filled the room, when the purring and giggles could no longer be heard, Eggman carried Sonic's sleeping form to his room.

When Sonic wakes up he'd speed out and away from the lair without saying goodbye, leaving shoe and his blanket.

And everything would return back to normal, Eggman attacks and Sonic kicks his behind.

Sonic makes mistakes and Amy helps him fix them.

The villagers chastising Sonic for every little thing and Sonic apologizes when it's worth it.

The ghosting feeling of being a bad person still haunts the hedgehog, he still has a long way before overcoming his insecurities. Some days he is on top of the world with the greatest friends on the planet and everyone else is ungrateful, some others he will weep from hurt and annoyance at his friends’ criticisms and the crushing weight of hero responsibilities.

The only constant that remains in Sonic’s life is the lair at the horizon watching over him.

#this turned out angstier than i was planning lmao #fandom agere #age regression #sonic agere #sth #sonic the hedgehog #dr eggman #sonic fanfiction #sonic boom

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