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radioactiverats · 5 months ago

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Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (4/?)

Purposely getting yourself kidnapped by the Autobots so you can persuade Ratchet to teach you some first aid, as you're worried that Megatron's escalating violence against Starscream will one day leave him with injuries you don't know how to fix.

There's more Ratchet in the middle (because I love him as well. I want to hold both of them in my hands with gentol totche.)

Mashup of timelines as usual, but I def realized that when I imagine Starscream he's visually the G1 or IDW design, and when I imagine Ratchet it's TFP. I love MTMTE Ratchet but I'm not quite caught up yet haha.

Since you and Starscream were now sharing a berth, it was inevitable that he would find out about the nightmares. Every time you jerked awake, you would take great pains to quietly settle back into berth even if recharge eluded you. The reason was simple - you didn't want to bother Starscream with it. He gets very little recharge as is, and probably sees things every solar cycle that are ten times worse that what you're faced with.

Starscream doesn't comment, if he knows - another bot might have rushed to console you, but his brand of comfort was to apparently grant you the dignity of being vulnerable in private, especially since you were more or less chassis to chassis with each other in berth.

However, he finally can't hold back when you begin zoning out during training. "Earth to cadet, as the fleshlings say," Starscream snapped, waving a servo in front of your faceplate. You jerk awake, optics cycling before they zero in woozily on Starscream's faceplate. Pinched with irritation, but was that... concern?

You lightly smack your helm in hopes it'll get your processor back to optimum function. No such luck, but it was worth a try. "Sorry, sir."

He narrows his optics at you, taking in the exhausted slump of your frame. For a long moment, no one says anything.

Then, Starscream abruptly turns heel, his back to you. "Dismissed."

But - but you've been here for barely a joor, and - "Sir, please, it won't happen again-"

"And waste my time and yours?" Starscream says bluntly. You flinch, but he just presses on.

"You're in no condition to absorb the information I am giving you, which, if I may add, is exceedingly valuable to your success as a seeker. Recharge properly, and perhaps your processor will be able to comprehend simple instructions such as 'stay awake'." He sniffs, but glances over his shoulder at you - and his optics are gentler.

"We will try our luck again then."

Your first response is to sag with relief even as you watch him stride away, because he wasn't giving up on you. Your second response, however, is that of pure consternation.

The nightmares have gotten worse.

Ever since you had to personally patch Starscream up as he bled out on the floor of his habsuite, the nightmares have gotten so much worse. There are momentary flashes of hate in your processor for Megatron, but they are quickly tamped down by fear. Even your mind is not a safe place, after all, with Soundwave here.

The memory of Starscream, broken and battered at your feet, replays over and over. In some of your nightmares, he is exactly as you found him - gouges in his frame, ripped wires, leaking energon. But just as you thought you'd gotten used to the memory (he's not like that anymore. He's alive and well. He's not like that anymore.), your processor decided to play tricks of the worst kind on you. Offering all kinds of ways Starscream could be hurt, in full technicolour detail, optics shuttered and frame unnaturally still. Worst of all, you could only watch as your processor conjured injuries beyond your rudimentary expertise, that Starscream could very well succumb to because you didn't know how to save him.

That night, the image in your processor is so bad that you bolt upright with coolant already leaking from your optics. You swipe roughly at your faceplates as the memory continues to remain fresh in your mind, fighting to get your trembling frame under control.

You turn to look at the bot next to you, if only to reassure yourself that he's okay, assuming he would be in recharge - but to your surprise, a pair of glowing red optics meet your frantic gaze.

"Sir," You manage to garble out, through the layers of static distorting your vocalizer. "I'm sorry for waking you."

Starscream says nothing. His optics flick to the coolant that drips from your faceplate even as you try to assure him that you're fine, and suddenly, he opens his arms to you in wordless invitation.

"I- sir?"

It's not the first time you would have recharged in his arms. But... this? You hesitate, unsure whether this is too much to ask. Evidently, you've hesitated for too long, because Starscream wraps a servo around your wrist and pulls you gently but insistently to him.

"I'm here," He murmurs gruffly, in low, musical Vosian. And it makes coolant spring to your optics all over again, because ever since Megatron had taken charge, he'd quickly ensured that all his soldiers spoke only standard Cybertronian - a quick and brutal 'show' had made sure of that. You slip into recharge with the gentle lilt of Vosian in your audials, and for once, no more nightmares plague you. You're even more surprised to awaken not to an empty berth, but still pressed up against Starscream's warm chassis.

"Oh, good," Starscream had rasped, vocalizer not quite activated after recharge. "You're awake. There are some things I must see to, so I trust you will stay out of trouble in my absence."

You barely had time to even nod before he was gone. Checking your internal chronometer, you whistle quietly. Was it that late already? Had... had Starscream stayed on purpose, so you wouldn't panic upon seeing an empty berth?

You feel more recharged than you have in many solar cycles. However, your newfound energy and the warmth thrumming through your spark for your commander has only strengthened your determination to do something. Starscream might have kept the nightmares at bay last night, but you knew it wasn't sustainable. The only way you can bring some semblance of peace to yourself and him is if you can become confident in your abilities to repair him without external help.

Which is, admittedly, a lot easier said than done.

You knew you were about to do something really, really stupid.

The Decepticons had traded tales about an Autobot medic named Ratchet, before. The way they spoke of him with begrudging respect was enough for you to believe that Ratchet could work literal miracles, and that was precisely what you needed right now. But how could you possibly approach him?

You've heard enough about the Autobots, observed enough about them to know where they differed from the Decepticons. One major difference was that even when they took prisoners, they were not cruel. What if...?

You're too deep into this to give up. There's too much at stake here - despite the risk, if Ratchet was willing to hear you out, you might one day have a fighting chance to save Starscream's spark from flickering out. Which is how you found yourself trekking along the side of a dusty, abandoned road along some dry, sandy plain, not making any effort to hide yourself as you hoped for an Autobot to come across you.

But at the same time, what if they didn't let you go after taking you prisoner?

Before you can continue to second guess yourself, the roar of a well-oiled motor engine sounds behind you, and you almost laugh at how obvious you're being. A seeker, walking? The Autobot scout, Bumblebee, skids to a stop behind you, and you hear the smooth clicking and whirring of his transformation.

"Looking for trouble?"

Not particularly, You think, turning round to face him, but as Bumblebee falters, you realize you've spoken out loud.

This is the first time you've come face to face with the scout. You're about the same age, and for a moment, you both regard the other with open curiosity, like bots being introduced for the first time by a mutual acquaintance. In another timeline, you wonder if you could have been friends.

Bumblebee squints, looking unsure whether or not to drop his fighting stance. You make no move to engage, and simply stand there, servos dangling limply by your sides. This idea is really, really stupid.

"Defecting?"

You reset your vocalizer. "Not exactly."

"Still enemies, then," Bumblebee says, and he doesn't bother to hide the note of disappointment in his voice. Enemies. He doesn't even know you. You wonder if the divide between you runs too deep, even if only in name for you. Is there nothing more to you beyond faction name?

The bubbling hope of confessing to Bumblebee your real intentions abruptly withers. Why, indeed, would he help you if he knew you wanted to help the SIC of the Decepticons? Still, you hated to say it, but it seemed that Bumblebee had the privilege of naivety for a few more stellar cycles at least, under Optimus' kind guidance. Within the Decepticon ranks, you'd quickly learned that some bots simply didn't deal in kindness. You supposed it was back to the original plan, then.

"I've been out here for a while," You say, pretending to stagger a few steps. You are in the middle of a scorching hot desert plain, after all. Casting your hook, you hope to Primus that Bumblebee buys the act, because even to you, it looks phony as hell.

"I think I'm lost." Bumblebee, who was originally looking suspiciously at you, widens his optics as his little antennae twitch upwards in shock. Line.

You stagger even closer, pressing a servo to your helm. "Bumblebee-" You close your eyes and pray to Primus that the Autobots are actually nice. You really haven't thought any further beyond getting yourself captured. Maybe you wouldn't even get the chance to talk to Ratchet. But you're too far into your little one-man show to back out now. You crash to the ground, and with your optics offlined, hear Bumblebee's yelp of shock, the scuff of dry earth beneath his pedes as he races over to you. And sinker.

"Oh, Primus," Bumblebee mutters. "Why couldn't it just have been a fight? I can do that."

You're honestly hating this war more and more. Bumblebee felt so much like a little brother - you're torn between fighting to keep the laughter from bubbling up, and the need to scold him for letting his guard down so easily. What if it was a genuine trap you'd set for him? He'd rushed to your side with no regard for his own safety. Then again, this was exactly what you'd been banking on - you count your lucky stars that it was indeed Bumblebee you'd run into and not anyone else.

"Ratchet," You hear Bumblebee say into his comm. "There's a 'con here, but not in good shape." Just to really drive it home, you groan weakly from where you're collapsed in a heap on the ground. It must have worked, because Bumblebee's voice pitches upwards in slightly panicked urgency. "Yeah, yeah, I'll bring them through. Thanks, Ratchet."

Huh. You really hadn't expected it to be that easy. The tales you'd heard of the Autobot medic were from when you used to sleep in the barracks with the lower-ranking Decepticons. This varied from his rough bedside manner, his surprising ability to fight ("He had green, glowing optics," One Decepticon said with a shudder), his past as the 'Party Ambulance' (what.) to his relative fame amongst older bots as a highly respected neurosurgeon before the war broke out. Most strikingly, he'd apparently patched up Autobots and Decepticons alike on the battlefield.

"It's some medic code he has," Snorted the Decepticon next to you. "Stupid, if you ask me. Why fix up the bots who are out to get you?"

"Lay off the medic," Another bot admonished sharply. "You might not like it, but quite a few of us owe our sparks to him."

A couple of low, murmured agreements resounded around the room. There was undeniably a begrudging respect for him all around, and a fair number of the bots clearly didn't want to be the ones to take him out, if it ever came to that.

You were thinking about Ratchet even when the lights went out. Even though you'd never met him personally, admiration swirled in your spark for the bot with such a strong moral code that he would never falter in his actions. You'd always dreaded having to choose a side. Being with Starscream meant that you'd 'chosen' the Decepticons, sure - but it was Starscream you were loyal to, not Megatron. You'd resigned yourself to eventually signing your spark away to the cause, because you couldn't think of any other way to survive there. But perhaps, you think, you could be like Ratchet.

And now - as Bumblebee carried you through the swirling groundbridge, your spark thrummed at the possibility of imminently meeting him for real.

As soon as the roar of the portal closed behind you, your audials prick up as a low, gruff voice speaks.

"Are you hurt?"

"Not a dent," Bumblebee says. "Not sure about this one, though."

"Just the one?"

"Yup."

"Huh," The other voice says. "I'll tell Optimus to keep an eye on that area. Never know if the Decepticons are planning something."

You feel Bumblebee shrug, even with you gathered in his arms. One of these days, you really have to tell him off for being too trusting. Enemy or not, he seemed like a decent bot and you didn't want trust to be the thing that destroyed him.

A deep sigh. "Put them in the med bay and go refuel first."

"Sure thing," Bumblebee chirped, and you felt the cold metal of a medical berth against your wings. A few nanokliks passed, and you continue to remain still, pretending to be unconscious. Should you...? Ratchet, however, beat you to it. "Alright," He groused, as soon as you heard the door to his med bay slide shut. "Get up. I know you're not actually unconscious."

Your eyes shoot open. "How-?"

The bot in front of you looks unimpressed. "I'm a medic."

"Right," You mutter sheepishly. Sitting up on the medical berth, you take in the sight of Ratchet for the first time. Red and white, built and stocky. Rounded helm, pointed chevrons. You finally work your way to his faceplate. Glowing blue optics stare exasperatedly back at you.

"Sorry," You mumble, and Ratchet sighs again. He seems to do that a lot. Then again, he seems very tired. You don't blame him.

"If you're done," He grumbles, "I'd like to know why you got yourself kidnapped on purpose." There's an air of mistrust in his optics now, a tenseness to his frame that you don't like. In a way though, you're grateful that he's cutting right to the chase.

"I wanted an audience with you," You begin, haltingly. Ratchet's optics narrow slightly, but he doesn't say anything and just waits for you to continue. "I heard that you fixed up both Autobots and Decepticons before, because you have a code. And I know you're an Autobot - " You glance at the polished insignia on his chassis, "- but I'm kind of... like that, too."

Speech was never your strong suit, and you were glad Starscream often did the talking for you. His silver tongue had surely gotten the both of you out of a few tight spaces before, but you never dared to ask about the details. Fortunately, a sharp in-vent tells you that Ratchet has understood what you were clumsily trying to get across. He crosses his arms over his bulky chassis, optics roving carefully over your faceplate as he assesses the situation.

"So," He asks carefully, "What's your code based on?"

Ah. He'd seemed receptive so far, potentially persuaded to your own one-man cause, but here was the detail that might make him eject you bodily from his med bay.

"Starscream."

You watch as a range of emotions flit across Ratchet's faceplate. Eventually, it settles on confused and mildly horrified. "Starscream? Are you sure?"

"Yes," You say, feeling oddly defensive. Ratchet seems to pick up on this, and he unfolds his arms with an even deeper sigh. "A seeker," He mutters, optics flicking over your form as if really just seeing you for the first time. "How old are you?"

You tell him.

Ratchet pinches the bridge of his helm, between his optics, a bone-deep weariness emanating from his frame. "I'm assuming you're one of Starscream's students, then," He says.

"The last one," You add quietly. The Quintessons launched an attack on the Vosian Air Academy, and I was the only one who survived."

"...Ah."

Another hum, and this time, his optics are appraising, as if something had clicked into place. You, a youngling like Bumblebee, would not be sitting before him with your paint in near pristine condition, had someone not taken you under their wing. Literally and metaphorically.

"So what is it you want from me?"

"Can you teach me some first aid?" You blurt. Ratchet's brows furrow.

"I could," He says, confusion evident in his voice. "But what for? Don't the the Decepticons have a medic?"

"Well, yes," You hedge, "But, you know. Starscream."

That part he understands - it was no secret that the Decepticons had a brutal system of hierarchy that relied on shows of power. It made sense that Starscream wouldn't want to be seen in a vulnerable state. But there's still something he's missing.

"As far as I know," Ratchet presses carefully, "Starscream has not sustained any major injuries at the hands of the Autobots in recent stellar cycles."

You probably shouldn't be revealing so much information about the inner workings of the Decepticons, but as your hate for Megatron simmers into exhaustion, you slump on Ratchet's medical berth and decide to tell him anyway.

"Megatron... punishes him. A lot."

Ratchet seems slightly taken aback by that. Anyone with functioning optics could tell that the Decepticons were kept in line by fear, and it was no secret that violence ran rampant within the ranks - but to hear it so plainly that even their SIC was no exception? And to have you, trembling before him, desperate to help him, clearly knowing that rudimentary first aid was not enough for whatever injuries Megatron had inflicted - it must be worse than Ratchet had ever thought.

He checks his internal chronometer - you've been here for about a joor. Soon, someone is going to come looking for you, and neither faction is looking particularly appealing right now.

"We don't have much time. Hurry up and get over here."

Your helm shoots up as Ratchet pivots crisply away from you, suddenly all business. You leap off the medical berth, following him to a large table where he thunks down a heavy med kit. This Ratchet, intense, precise, laying a series of tools in front of you with deft servos, is undoubtedly the war medic that had earned every inch of respect he got. Now you understand why the Deceptions were so begrudgingly impressed by him.

Ratchet hesitates for a nanoklik before pulling out some even more complicated looking tools. Is this really happening? At your wide, awestruck optics, Ratchet huffs, a light flush of energon on his faceplate at your bursting admiration. "Alright already. Stop staring at me and pay attention."

Two joors pass before you hear the sounds of a commotion outside. Ratchet's audials flick agitatedly before he glances at you. "You'd better go," He murmurs, low and urgent.

Go? Just like that? Ratchet must have seen you freeze up in disbelief, because he snarls and springs into action for both of you, ushering you out of medbay and towards the groundbridge.

"I'm sure you know how to get back," He says, quick and curt, typing in a set of coordinates. The groundbridge shimmers to life. "Go," He orders, in a voice that brooks no argument. I'll handle this."

You give him one last, lingering glance before you step through the glowing green portal. Ratchet's staring at you too, something hovering unspoken in his optics. "Kid," He finally calls, as the sound of the commotion approaches. "No matter where this war takes you, be true to yourself."

You give him a jerky nod, overwhelmed but endlessly grateful.

With that, the groundbridge warps out of existence behind you, leaving behind a cacophony of Autobot shouts and abruptly plunging you back into the silent, sandy plain where you first met Bumblebee.

For a nanoklik, you feel so very alone.

But leaving Starscream was out of the question. Amidst all the uncertainty in the war, this is the one thing you're sure of. You leap into the air, transforming into your alt mode. If you were lucky, Starscream would still be on duty and you could sneak back before anyone had realized you were gone. You spiral through the air, picking up speed as night begins to fall. The flames of your thrusters illuminate the purple dusk as you add another burst of speed, your form now a screaming blur in the sky.

But before you can reach your destination, your destination reaches you first. Your only warning is a streak that blitzes into your field of vision before something huge and heavy tackles you out of the sky.

The impact completely knocks your systems offline for a nanoklik. Unable to even scream, you struggle to force your systems to reboot, gain back control of your frame as you hurtle towards the ground - but strangely enough, you quickly realize that you're not freefalling wildly through the air. Battling against the screaming winds at your back, you force your optics open to see none other than a furious Starscream, his servos gripping your arms with deathly force as he drives you downwards.

"Where the Pit were you?" He hisses, over the shrill whistling of air in your audials. "I've just spent the last few joors hunting every corner of this slagging dirtball for your sorry aft!"

As you plummet downwards, you struggle to make sense of his words. He was looking for you?

"What if Megatron got to you first?" He snarls, denta bared. "I told you to stay put! Do you treat my words like slag?"

You didn't think he'd catch you sneaking out, but you never imagined he'd be this angry. Both of you rocket through the clouds, the green environment of Earth swirling into your field of vision. Was this it? Had Starscream finally decided you were more trouble than you were worth? You wouldn't blame him. Shuttering your optics, you brace yourself for impact. His servos, where he's touching your frame, are warm. That's how you'd remember him, before you go out. Stolen moments of warmth with him. After all he'd done for you.

But over the screaming wind in your audials, your don't hear so much as feel his engines screech as he pulls up at the last minute. The warmth of his servos abruptly leave you, and your optics fly open as you are dropped a few meters above a patch of open grass and promptly eat ground. As you push yourself up with a groan, not so much sore but still ablaze with adrenaline, the realization suddenly hits. What Starscream did... Was not unlike how carriers and sires dealt with unruly seeker sparklings when they refused to leave the air. You shake your helm in disbelief, spitting out another mouthful of earth soil. Starscream... had quite literally grounded you. Huh.

You roll over to the sight of him seething above you, his ruby optics alight with rage, intake twisted in a snarl.

"Imagine," He hisses, looming over you, "When I learned you were being held captive by the Autobots - have you no sense of self-preservation in that scrap-filled processor of yours? Have I taught you absolutely nothing?"

His wings shudder with barely concealed anger as he begins to pace. "And of all the bots, it had to be that pit-slagged femme who blocked my way!"

Arcee? You're not too familiar with the Autobots, but you remember Starscream had literally shrieked himself into stasis after a particular battle with the Autobots over an energon mine, where a certain pink femme had foiled his plans at the very last nanoklik.

Wait. Arcee had blocked his way? You stare blankly at him as it sinks in that the commotion you heard earlier... was in fact Starscream singlehandedly blasting his way through the Autobot base to save you.

"Oh," You say.

"Oh?" Starscream screeches, wings twitching furiously. "Oh? That's all you have to say for yourself?"

You still can't bring yourself to speak as you gaze up at him. And slowly, a smile splits your faceplate. You can't help it. You smile big and bright up at your commander. "What?" He demands shrilly. "What is it?" He does falter, rage dropping momentarily from his faceplate and muting into confusion when you start to laugh. Relief, adrenaline, admiration, all at once.

"It was worth it." You gasp, through your fit on the ground. All this was worth it for Starscream, who'd against all better judgement risked his own helm to come looking for you, because he was worried. You'd carefully filed away every detail of Ratchet's instruction this afternoon. With the knowledge he'd bestowed upon you and extra bandages in your subspace, the gamble had paid off, because the chances of you preserving Starscream's spark had skyrocketed if the worst came to pass.

Starscream just stares at you, a hysterically giggling heap on the ground. "It was worth it!" You shriek, because Starscream is the one who found you and for now, you are safe.

You finally come back to yourself after a few cycles of wheezing almost soundlessly in your relief. You're sure there's coolant smeared over your faceplates and you look like a mess, but you don't give a frag - not when your stupid plan actually came to something. "Sir," You sigh to Starscream, who's still frozen above you, optics tracking your faceplate as you finally simmer down. "I'm going to have the best recharge of anybody today."

Unexpectedly, this douses Starscream's anger. He studies you carefully for a nanoklik. You take this rare moment to shamelessly drink in his handsome features - the sharp, defined ridges of his cheeks, the brightness of his optics, and the disapprovingly flattened line of his intake (okay, but still). Did he think that the nightmares, the war had finally broken your processor? It had happened to a few of the Decepticons. That would explain the flicker of worry in his optics - but he seems to find what he's looking for in your faceplate, so he simply sighs, all of a sudden looking more tired than you've seen him. He extends a servo to you.

"Get up."

You gingerly put your servo in his much larger one, feel his fingers close around yours as he pulls you up with much more gentleness than you're sure you deserve.

"I won't ask," Starscream begins. His optics flash. "But I will find out sooner or later."

You nod, trying for serious, but you must still have vestiges of a smile on your faceplate. Starscream stares at you and plants his hands on his hips.

"And don't think this will go unpunished. You think sneaking out is funny? Not when I'm through with you. You'll have done so many circuits of the 16-point roll that your wings will have dropped off by then. Sneaking off? Primus help you if it happens again. You think I'm coming to drag your sorry aft back home? Hah!"

I mean. He would come for you, but you wisely keep this to yourself as he gesticulates wildly to prove his point, even if both of you know it's more for show than anything.

Finally, he finishes his tirade with a huff. "It's dark," He says shortly, and glances at you. In the dark, his optics cast a soft glow on your faceplate.

"Eugh. Primus, wipe that stuff off your faceplate or it'll stain." Two large servos come down either side of your helm, and you can't help but flinch as Starscream swipes his thumbs over your cheeks to clean the coolant off. Still admonishing you, but his voice is forgiving and wraps around you like a warm blanket. "Stop squirming."

Finally, your faceplate relatively un-smudged, Starscream breaks apart from you. You try to soak in this moment as long as possible, wishing it could always be like this. Just the two of you, under a sky full of stars. This planet's view of the solar system could really be beautiful. You glance back to find Starscream looking at you, also looking reluctant to leave. However, he has to play the bad guy. He always does.

"Come on," He says, but it's gentle. "Let's go."

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m4iya · 4 months ago

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I like your accent, where're you from? Suna Rintaro

@moochiwoochi - from my 'wip ideas' event

When a new student transfers to your school, his lack of an accent - rather, its difference to yours - takes you by surprise.

"When are they going-ta just leave him alone? He's not a spectacle." Your friend groaned from beside you before taking a bite of her food.

At the front of the classroom sat a student who had transferred into your high school not long ago. Since he'd arrived, a bunch of your classmates had been hanging around him like he was some celebrity.

Though today, their excessive chatter and laughter made you feel increasingly irritated as your head had started throbbing from all the noise. You began to wonder if your classmates even brought lunch with them, seeing as their entire break seemed to be occupied in effort of gaining his attention.

Though he didn't seem too intrigued by the crowd, often trying to escape them. You'd also recently noticed that he'd developed a habit of randomly disappearing during breaks.

"Whatever, It'll probably die down in a few weeks," You replied, standing up from your table.

"Where're ya going?"

"Just-ta get some fresh air."

Your school was relatively large, with various places for students to spend their breaks. A courtyard, open rooftop and many outdoor seating areas. Though even with all the extra space, many students still preferred to stay indoors, eating their lunch in the cafeteria or spending their breaks in their classrooms.

You too spent most of your break time in class with your friends, but during moments like these, you needed to take a breather and rest your brain for some time.

In the courtyard was a large patch of grass, shaded by a few trees. It was behind one of the buildings, so it wasn't completely quiet, but it sure was a break from all the noise inside the classroom.

Buying something to drink from the cafeteria, you made your way over to the place you usually sit at. Though as you inched closer, you noticed a figure lying atop the grass. You initially had no idea who it was, but a few steps later, you noticed it was the new student who - when you last saw him - was being swarmed by your classmates. You wondered if talking to him was an option, finding it a little awkward to strike up a conversation even though you hadn't said a single word to each other since he'd transferred.

As you made the split second decision to leave, a dry leaf crunched under your foot, causing him to sit up; eyes immediately finding you. You shot him an awkward smile before proceeding to turn around, only to hear his voice pop up from behind.

"Wait,"

Turning back around, you saw him sitting cross legged, patting the patch next to him. Proceeding to sit down, you wondered what on earth he wanted.

"Did ya need something?" You asked, poking the straw into your drink, attempting to maintain an air of nonchalance.

"We haven't met yet. Aren’t we in the same class?"

You'd heard him speak before, although only once during class introductions, so him speak up close caught you off guard. It wasn't an accent something you heard everyday.

"Um.. Yeah, I am." You stuttered.

"Well, at least you aren't swarming me," He muttered, bringing his knees up to his chin. "Like, I've never heard a western accent in person either, so what makes me so different?"

You listened to him frustratingly complain to you - who was also someone he had just met - about the swarms of people clinging to him. The two of you ended up getting carried away in conversation, finding things in common with each other. Though, the ringing of the bell eventually sounded throughout the school, putting a lid on your conversation.

However, as you both made your way through back to class together, he still had one more thing to say.

"You'll have to teach me the slang one day."

"You'll probably pick it up on yer own." You joked.

Taking each other’s contact details, you’d begin texting, meeting up after school and continuing to hang out during breaks as well. Eventually, the crowds around him also fizzled out as they pretty much got used to him.

He’d joke around with you, saying, “Aw shucks, I’m not popular anymore.” and you’d laugh about it, responding with, “Yer five minutes of fame are finally over.”

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chiimiraa · 3 months ago

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🏵 DAYS OF BLOOM + OTHER COMMS CLOSED!

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Hello agaaain! As you know, I'm opening my commissions early to ensure I can handle the upcoming Days of Bloom + Little Prince Encore when it releases! (Spoiler Alert: The reason why news about it was removed from the recent patch notes update is due to being accidently mentioned too early! It's still gonna happen, so I gotta prepare!)

As for the newer, upcoming Bloom Cape, there'll be a separate slot opening announcement for that since I'm not 100% sure of its confirmed price yet! Stayyy tuned for that-

Opening IAP comms for the first time was quite an experience for me! Both the ups and downs during this process has taught me a lot! So for this months opening, I'll be applying what I learned here! There'll be changes to my rules & notes to improve my workflow! Thank you for understanding! ^^

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👀 Looking For the Following... 👀

Journey Pack - $24.99 [CLOSED]

Little Prince Scarf Cape - $14.99 [CLOSED]

Bloom Lilypad Umbrella - $14.99 [CLOSED]

Bloom Gardening Tunic - $9.99 [CLOSED]

Little Prince Fox $9.99 [CLOSED]

Moth Appreciation Pack - $9.99 [CLOSED]

Fledgling Harp - $4.99 [CLOSED]

Fledgling Upright Piano - 4.99 [CLOSED]

This list will get updated as slots start getting filled up! As of 3/24/25 There's 0 slots remaining!

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Turnaround Process:

You gotta friend me on Sky! Usually, I prefer the invite code method where I create the code, copy and paste the code to you, and then you input it in the Friends settings so we can meet up! IMPORTANT: Please specify your timezone in DMs so we can find a scheduled time to meet up! Event time is limited after all!

Friendship Trees! I'll be the one to use my candles to unlock your friendship tree far enough to the Gifting IAP node! This let's you buy the IAPs for me to receive! Although, if you're willing to unlock the tree up to the node for me, that'll also be greatly appreciated! Days of Bloom is gonna drain my candles dry, which is part of the reason why I'm opening this early! First come, first serve!

Waiting Period! We have to be friends for at least 3 whole days for the Gifting IAP node to become available. NOTE: The period will start at the time we friend eachother, and it'll end at the same time too! I'll record these times to the best of my ability for future reference! During the wait, I'll work on your comm until the lineart stage & send you heavily watermarked WIP shots along the way! Once the 3 days are up, I receive the IAP, and then I'll continue working on your comm until it's completely rendered! NOTE: Due to Sky's usual bugs, we may experience issues of the gift not going through! (EX. The friendship candle not melting through on my end after accepting it / The friendship kneel animation missing a friendship candle. It'll show up as "unclaimed", and I'll let you know if the bug happens or if it successfully went through!) At best we just need to wait a second or two and stay still, at worst we need to head to a new server since the amount of players in one server is what's causing this bug!

DM me on Tumblr or message request me on Discord (chiimira_chi) for any more questions! I'll be sure to have my notifications on! 😊

P.S, I don't draw only skykids! I can draw other types of characters too!

#sky children of the light #sky cotl #that sky game #thatskygame #sky cotl commission #background practice #sky cotl fanart #art commisions #commission example

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muxshwriting · 1 year ago

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someone new

Jesper Fahey x reader

summary: you should have known that jesper would never want you. but you didn’t think he would be to mean as so make you think it was possible. || warnings: injuries || words: 643 || masterlist

You knew exactly who Jesper was, he was a crow for Saint's sake. No one messed with any of the crows unless they wanted to incite Dirtyhands' wrath. But when he appeared huddled under your porch, it made things a little more complicated. He was covered in growing bruises, a scattered red line forming around his throat. Silently, you opened the door and let him hobble inside.

He collapsed into a chair, panting for breath. A hand reached down to fiddle with his pistols as you readied a bowl of water a cloths for him.

"I just want to help," you began, unsure how he would react. He meets you gaze, looking down at the cloths and water. "I know how to patch you up if you want?" He said nothing. "Or... you can do it yourself. I don't mind you staying here the night, just leave through the back in the morning. My neighbour is really nosy and she'll start asking me questions."

Jesper takes a deep breath. "Do you mind-" His voice cracks halfway through the word as he motions to his neck. You nod in response.

Carefully, you squeeze the water from a cloth and wipe the dirt from his neck, taking your time not to press into any of the bruises forming. His skin hadn't been broken but it was flushed and angry.

"It'll be painful for a while." You tell him. "Keep it warm, if you can. Heat will make it heal faster, not boiling heat though, just warmth."

He nods silently at you and shakily stands. Jesper takes one more look at you before he's rushing out of the door and back into the cold night.

Jesper Fahey is a notorious flirt. He could charm his way out of hellgate if he tried hard enough. You, on the other hand, were simply trying to survive in the barrel. So when a bunch of flowers appears on your doorstep the next morning, you think nothing of it. It was simply his way of saying thank you. But when another appears the day after that, you start to wonder. You hadn't done much, just cleaned his injuries and gave him a safe space to rest and recentre himself before he ran off. It didn't mean anything and the flowers certainly didn't mean anything.

But when you run into his in the street, that can mean quite a lot. His body slams into yours and almost sends to tumbling to the ground.

"Hey- Jesper." You're slightly shocked that it's him you've quite literally run into. You catch sight of the healing bruises on his neck. They've faded very quickly. "You seem better."

Jesper grins at you. "It's all thanks to you. You were my gentle healer that night." He seems to think for a second before continuing. "Did you get my flowers?"

"I did! They were very nice, thank you."

He winks once more before continuing down the street, weaving his way through the throng of people until you lose sight.

You don't see Jesper Fahey for another week. When you do see him again, it's across the square. It's across the square and you're watching his flirt with a pretty and young stall vendor. She's blushing as soon as she looks at him and you can just tell what he's saying to her.

You were simply part of his game. Another girl to add to Jesper's long, long list of distractions. This vendor was the next on his list.

You knew Jesper Fahey, you knew his reputation and knew who he was. Why then, did his actions surprise you? Perhaps you thought you were different. He had sent you flower everyday for a week but as soon as that week ended, he moved on like nothing had happened. I suppose that's what hope gets you in the Barrel, disappointment.

if you want to be added to my taglist, send an ask, comment or dm!

#jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey #shadow and bone #six of crows #muxsh #muxshwriting #someone new

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slasherslittlesimp · 2 months ago

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Jason Voorhees- Admire

You step lightly over some exposed roots as you wander further and further into the woods you found, your eyes taking in the scenery as you look for anything that sticks out to you. In your satchel is a large sketch book along with pencils, chalk, and a small container to put any trash in such as broken lead or chipped chalk. You prefer avoiding any possible damage to nature even if it's something as small as a single pencil shaving. The earth is too beautiful to be disrespected in such ways yet humanity does much worse to it. That's why you enjoy making art, so you can capture the beauty of nature before it's inevitably destroyed by humanities greed.

You're not quite sure where you are, but you do know that it's beautiful. You had been driving when you spotted the woods, pulling over into a patch of dirt before wandering into the trees in search of things to draw. So far you've gotten a few sketches of flowers, a squirrel napping on a branch, and a fallen tree covered in moss and mushrooms. None of those drawings were colored since you decided and simple sketch would be enough. You want to save something as time consuming as coloring for something truly beautiful. Something that can only have it's beauty truly captured by being drawn in color.

Breaking through the tree line, you find yourself at what appears to be a camp. There's multiple cabins though they all appear as if they haven't been touched in quite some time. Moving past them, you eventually find just what you're looking for. A gorgeous lake glistens in the sunlight, the water reflecting the golden color. The contrast between the glowing lake and the dark trees beyond it is perfect.

You head closer towards the lake, searching for a good spot to sit that will give you the best view. You eventually decide to sit at the end of the dock, your legs crossed with your sketch book resting on them. To your left is your bag with the container settled on top of it, already partially filled with shavings from both pencils and your eraser. On your right is your art utensils laid out, ready to be used. You decide against sketching the view first, choosing to simply go straight in with the chalk. It doesn't take long for you to become lost in your art, completely oblivious to everything else around you.

Jason watches you from afar, admiring you much like you admire nature. He was alerted to your presence as soon as you stepped foot onto the property of Camp Crystal Lake and was fully prepared to kill you for trespassing. He had grabbed his machete before taking off towards where you were only to hesitate upon seeing you. You were kneeling on the ground, smiling softly to yourself while sketching a patch of wild flowers. You didn't touch them at all, simply admiring them from a distance. Even when you messed up and had to erase something you still smiled, simply swiping the shavings into your little container before continuing.

He continued to follow you after that, watching as you stopped every now and then to sketch something different. The entire time he followed you his mother was surprisingly silent, not telling him what to do for once. He was actually quite relieved she wasn't ordering him to kill you. Perhaps she doesn't see you as a threat considering you've been nothing but respectful since arriving even if you did technically trespass. Something tells him you didn't do it on purpose though.

He admires you even as the sun begins to set, finding that the sunset seems even more beautiful with you basking in it. You don't seem bothered by the fact that night time is approaching, still taking your time to perfect your art. You want to finish it in one sitting since coming back won't be the same. There's always the chance of something changing, or something not quite looking the same as it did. You want to capture everything exactly as it is now regardless of how dangerous staying here this late is. Once the sun sets it'll be impossible to find your way back to your car yet you don't mind. Maybe you'll even stay in one of the cabins before getting up to sketch some more in the morning before leaving.

Jason perks up when you finally stand up, seeming quite pleased with your drawing of the lake. You clean up all of your art supplies, leaving the dock looking exactly as it did when you first showed up before trudging back towards the cabins. Luckily, all of them are unlocked so you decide to stay in the one closest to the lake. It's a bit musty but still good enough to sleep in so you gently place your bag down before climbing into bed.

He decides to go back to his own cabin after that, not bothered at all that you decided to stay. If he's being honest, he actually likes the fact that you're still there. Though, he knows you'll leave in the morning and as much as he wants to he won't make you stay. He can only hope that you'll eventually come back. That hope grows in the morning when he goes to the cabin you stayed in, finding you gone yet you left something behind.

Resting on the bed is the drawing you made of the lake yesterday which you delicately tore from your sketch book. You had felt eyes on you the entire time you were there yet it didn't bother you much. The second you stumbled into the camp you realized exactly where you were and who it was that was watching you. Instead of being scared, you decided to leave a gift for him, almost like a promise that you'll return.

#jason voorhees #friday the 13th #x reader #reader insert #slashers #slasherslittlesimp

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mirrortouchedsea · 10 months ago

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*prompt* = pls i beg

promts from Touches Ask Game

handholding: only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely | loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap | holding hands while skating | *bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go* | *holding onto the other’s hand so they can’t run away*

kisses: *kisses as a promise* | *kisses to shut them up* | kisses with their last dying breath | reassuring kisses

touching: *listening to the other’s heartbeat* | *bandaging/stitching up an injury* | *kissing their bruises and scars* | braiding the other’s hair

my own idea: df come back from mission. niki immediately yoink kohaku away for care. leaves mdhm alone. himeru insists on caring for mada. mada is Allergic To People Caring For Him as per usual. hime essentially drags his ass to the couch and uses cuddles to make sure any injuries r cleaned and bandaged. kiss by Accident (it felt natural) only to turn into a "who can givw more kisses before someone walks in" (kohaku suffers by walking in on them being fruit)

Sorry this took so long. Uhm. Enjoy

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Madara opened the door to Niki's apartment, an unofficial meeting place for Double Face if a mission went wrong, and the two of them stumbled inside. While they had managed to make it out without losing an organ, there were still some scrapes that needed to be patched up and Crazy:B had stopped asking questions a while ago. Well, the apartment had started as a drop off point for Kohaku, but at some point Madara started tagging along too.

The rest of Crazy:B had very mixed opinions on Double Face's actions, but ultimately supported their youngest member in living his life, Niki going so far as to offer his parents' home to them if they ever needed a place to stay (the spare key was kept beneath a fake potted plant in the hall). Niki was also the one who fussed over Kohaku the most, followed by Rinne, which often left Madara alone with the hardest person to crack, HiMERU.

Madara had been able to figure out some of HiMERU's past, though the specific details of what happened after the incident continued to evade him (if Jun was anything to go by, the boy had completely changed after being discharged from the hospital.

So when Madara started finding himself stuck with HiMERU tending to his hard to reach wounds, the two began talking. Talking is a strong word for Madara's one sided jokes and comments, asking about the weather and how idol work was going. HiMERU's hands were always strangely cold while he worked, as cold as his personality.

Slowly but surely over the course of several months, HiMERU began to open up and the mask was cracking. Madara could see from the corner of his eye the way HiMERU stared at him, could feel the way his fingers lingered just a little too long after cleaning a cut. HiMERU rolled his eyes and made a comment about how he was "just as insufferable as Amagi and twice the trouble to clean up after." Madara took this as a challenge to be even more insufferable during their quiet meetings.

Which led to his current situation, where Madara was teasing HiMERU and trying not to wince at the antiseptic wipe running over his hands. "HiMERU-san, you sure are gentle with your hands~ I thought you hated cleaning up after me~" Madara teased, fingers lightly stinging.

"Would you rather HiMERU was rougher with you? That can be arranged." Immediately, Madara's hand started stinging real bad and he had to blink tears from his eyes.

"How rude HiMERU-san! If Mama says he's sorry will you forgive him?"

"You will have to try much harder than that, Mikejima."

"If I ask nicely, will you kiss them better?" Madara grinned, teasing the other man. What he didn't expect was for HiMERU to bring Madara's hand to his lips and press a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand. Stinging forgotten, Madara's face felt like it was on fire.

"If it'll shut you up, HiMERU has no problems obliging you."

"You'll have to try harder than that, HiMERU-san~" Madara did his best to keep his voice steady despite how flustered he felt. HiMERU yanked his hand forward (notably, not letting go) and pulled Madara into a kiss. HiMERU's lips felt purposeful, practiced, as if he'd done this before (this was not the boy who went to Reimei, Madara decided then), but Madara gave in, just for a moment.

"Will that shut you up?" HiMERU's thumb ran over Madara's knuckles, his hand still cold despite holding onto Madara's hand for several minutes now.

"I don't know, why don't you try it again?"

Madara briefly registered Kohaku and Niki making vomit noises between kisses, but he didn't care.

#message in a bottle #conurii-san #enstars #madara mikejima #himeru #madahime #not linking the ask game sry its too far back atp #also didn't hit everything and kinda took a little spin on it but its. longer than i thought it would be so enjoyyyyy

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immobiliter · 3 months ago

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it is done. thoughts under the cut ( it's not all positive, but it's my honest thoughts lmao )

okay so starting with the less good, at least in my opinion... the second half was way stronger than the first half. i really felt like the first three hours or so dragged big time, i even had to give up at the 4 hour mark yesterday because it felt so slow. i think it was mostly because you could sort of see where the story was going but it seemed to take a while to get there. like yes, we knew that mydei was going to wrestle with his own feelings and accept the coreflame in the end and that phainon was never gonna end up with it. things picked up around the halfway mark, but that first half was a struggle for me ( plus being in the grove felt like being back in sumeru again and not in a good way. paimon i take back every awful thing i ever said about you, mem is way worse )

i enjoyed mydei's arc. i always appreciate an arc about a character breaking the cycle and forging a different path. it took a while to get there and he's not my favourite character in amphoreus or anything, but i enjoyed where he ended up. i liked his dynamic with phainon ( i could have done without that ridiculous bath scene ), but i hate how the fandom will no doubt reduce this entire patch to the two of them, when i actually prefer the dynamics of aglaea & anaxa, and even mydei & castorice way more. the tribbie stuff was also... fine i guess? i didn't feel any particular way about it, i just don't think the amphoreus cast have truly grabbed me yet. i'm enjoying the ride but i'm not emotionally invested yet, though i do have faith that will change as the story develops since we are still very much in the setting up stage

i do think the storytelling of this world is headed in a good direction though. despite my feelings over how slow things started, there were some really strong character moments in there. we're definitely not in natlan territory and i'm enjoying that there are stakes at play. if it continues like this, then i have no doubt that it'll get better and better

lastly... given the obsession with characters being trapped within and overcoming "cycles" ( interesting, if the simulation theory for amphoreus is correct ) and time and even a form of time travel to a degree... the flame reaver is a future version of phainon right ? i'm purely speculating here, but i think it would be an interesting turn of fate if he ( or at least future he ) was the one who torched his entire village. he's clearly Important to the story somehow, and i don't think it's in the way that he's superficially been presented to us thus far.

also herta says that tb needs to stay the fuck away from oronyx's coreflame,,,, and i trust her gut feeling on this lmao

#* / be yourself. everyone else is taken ( ooc. )#hsr spoilers /#i am glad that this storyline is being given more time to breathe than penacony was #but it's still me vs. hoyo's pacing sometimes

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raayllum · 2 years ago

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What are your biggest predictions for season 5 and onwards? Plus, I love your page and have been a follower from the start!

Aww thank you so much!! It has been a very long, enjoyable journey together then! (5 years and counting <3) I always love seeing you in my notes and ask box, so thank you so much for sending this in!

See what makes TDP tricky is that they love to store things in earlier seasons that may come back like, the next season, or may only come back literally seasons later, and it's hard to tell when that'll happen. Right now I'm hoping that we can some development on the possession plot line and Aaravos' release in S5, and while I do think it's more likely Aaravos will get out in S5 still, I could see the merit in pushing that and the possession stuff into S6 for thematic stuff (destiny and stars and all that).

So I'll break it down into S5 specific plot lines / stuff maybe, versus just general S5-S6 predictions in general? AKA things that have leeway for mileage or impact to carry over for later

S5:

S5 specific episode outline estimates

Janai losing her kingdom either to her brother or to dark forces (monsters, Aaravos, etc). Mostly because of Karim's short story, Kim'Dael entering in S5 and presumably being interwoven

Terry having some doubts and Claudia becoming more desperate

More answers on where and what was happening to Rayla while she was gone, although not everything (like reserving her backstory with Stella for book 6 stars, maybe)

Viren and Claudia splintering off, with Viren and Soren beginning to not like, reconcile, but they'll be working together to try and bring Claudia home

Rayla and Callum patching things up further, with Rayla hopefully making some head way on her self worth / leaving vs staying arc (but I could see that being in S6 too, especially if her parents are getting out this season)

Soren continuing to step into a primary protector position for Ezran

Rayllum getting to have some more big talks

Zym and/or Callum destroying the pirate ship with lightning, as depicted in the 2nd promo picture

Rayla looking into how to free her fam from the coins (and possibly doing so), even if I think it'll take a big sacrifice of some kind (either needing Viren's staff and a dark magic spell, or something else we haven't quite seen before)

Aaravos gets out for his hot girl summer

Theme wise: more light-dark, drowning-water-shame motif(s), Rayla becoming more like Runaan (derogatory) and Claudia and Callum becoming more like Viren (happily & derogatory), Viren continues to parallel Callum and Soren (affectionate)

S5 / S6

Callum's being re-possessed for a second / final time and Rayla breaking him free of it

Callum connecting to the moon arcanum and/or essence of magic

Ezran tying to rally the other human kingdoms to help fight against Aaravos, either as a preventative measure before he's out, or once he is released, bringing in the new rulers of the Pentarchy as well as old ones like Ahling and Aanya

We Finally learn what the freaking cube is used for (and CHET accordingly in some manner, whether it's to free Aaravos or some kind of power-up tradeoff or whatever) so my suffering can end

Proper Leola lore drop / Aaravos (+ Orphan Queen?) backstory

Callum playing into Aaravos' hands regardless of what he does to try and stop it (bc we love a Greek Tragedy king)

Most of the other specific S5 predictions I have (Rayllum going on a solo trip to the Sunfire elves + Callum doing startouch research; Claudia's hair going nearly full white; crimson orchids relating to Janai and Amaya) are either things that have already confirmed or we'll simply just have to flat out wait and see.

Like S5 could do a lot of interesting things if certain stuff is shuffled, i.e. moon fam getting out but not quite Aaravos could work (esp given Runaan's lotus is underwater, etc) leaving more stuff for S6 - or they could all get out, and it'd still work; if the possession plot line doesn't come back in S5 (or at least not to the point of being resolved, it could easily be a cliffhanger type of thing) and we learn Rayla did kill someone during the timeskip (hence her change in attitude) or she kills someone now, thus setting up that she could very well take Callum up on his request in S6? I think it'd all really, really work. Just depends on how much setup and pay off and dread / dramatic irony they wanna do with things before we get resolutions or to next stages, the ordering of stuff, etc.

Either way it's going to be an absolutely wild ride and I cannot wait to cry

#predictions #tdp #the dragon prince #pranu-b #requests #s5 speculation #thanks for asking #tdp spoilers #s5 spoilers #s6 speculation

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mxrp-official-steve · 1 year ago

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Your Msparp re-build update: Your Feedback edition!

So! Over one week ago, we dropped the early beta for the msparp rebuild. We let it run for a week, and then we begged with napkins tied around our necks for you to FEEDBACK US.

I now stand before you with a suspiciously feedback-shaped belly ready to go over the data! If you want to see the changes we're gonna be implementing going forward in reaction, scroll right to the bottom!

THEMES

Ok so this is genuinely pretty funny to me. You guys really like the themes despite them being almost entirely unedited defaults that came with the assets we're using. Good to know, though! I was kind of considering deleting this question. Of note many of you want better dark themes and less bright ones, which me and Hex took note of.

LAYOUT

Despite the website being almost exclusively canned assets right now, I figured I'd gauge reaction to the style. As you can see, it's a positive-leaning 'meh'. This is pretty understandable. I did however notice that many of you were asking for a theme more similar to the most-recent MxRP layout in the open forum segment here.

I have an idea for this. A shoulder to tap on, you might say. Keep your eyes peeled in the future- specifically when we get all the features put in and can start putting the makeup on this pig.

THE NEW CHATBAR

Pretty heavy 'meh' present here again- just with a heavy lean towards positive. This is good! Especially since the WYSIWYG editor launched with the bugs we were initially delaying it to try and avoid- of note most of the changes Hex made during the week were Workarounds. Editing this thing is a bitch and will continue to be up until the bugs are patched up- after that Hex can REALLY cook with fire and mold this thing to our liking. The new editor was one of the main things we were taste-testing you guys on here- and with this we've made the decision to keep it barring any like, completely catastrophic incompatibilities or bugs that like, completely break it or something.

POLL; BBCODE OR HTML/MARKDOWN

This one's pretty clear cut, don't you think? You guys want your BBCode back.

So we're gonna work on that!

When the chatbar bugs are fixed, Hex is going to start looking into converting things so they run BBCode instead. It's gonna take a lot more custom work (because BBCode is, to be blunt, ancient) but it's not nonviable. Don't worry- the shortcut buttons will be staying, and ideally so will the the ability to linebreak (because it rules)

It would also be smart of me to bring up that choosing BBCode over HTML actually makes a lot of things a ton easier- for example! Quirks were gonna be a bitch fuck and a half to integrate under an HTML standard. But if we swap back to BBCode, it's gonna be, to quote Hex, trivial. Hopefully it'll save enough time to outweigh the custom work!

GITHUB USAGE

Lol no y'all didn't. No y'all didn't y'allre goofy that 9% is fake only like four of you have lmao.

WHAT COMES NEXT

Unsurprising numbers go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

We have nothing to report on this yet. BUT it's nice to know that my guess was on point- Presets came out by a FAT lead, with random search in the immediate second place. The random search feature is intrinsic to how parp works and its identity as a website, but it's also gonna be difficult to implement and test (expect a big announcement when it's ready so we can stress it against y'all). This is gonna be our guide going forward, though we wont be following it exactly (as mentioned above, some things are gonna be easier than others, and if Hex wants those to take priority to get them out of the way I'll trust their judgement on it.

TL;DR

You guys like the themes, like the WYSIWYG editor, and you want BBCode back and character presets. These are things that're being worked on once the big with the WYSIWYG editor is resolved!

Again, thank you all so much for your support. We know the beta was rough, but you guys stuck with us and gave us your honest feedback! The beta will be staying up for the foreseeable future so we can live-deploy features and let you guys test them out.

#mxrp #msparp

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linelpisffxiv · 1 year ago

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I am the weirdest G'rahafucker

It seems to be a running theme people are upset by G'raha trying to refuse to show up, but I'm like "Good, stay the fuck away from this clusterfuck."

I admit part is I am... less enthused about Dawntrail. Given how they handled Stormblood and the Garlean sections of Endwalker, I doubt they can write a respectful story and not have it be anything but the loudest of pro-colonial bullshit.

I think they're trying, but they've read like obvious rule patches to make the story work.

I do think G'raha will be showing up, but it'll be near the end once his expertise is needed. When the story does its usual flip into weird ancient shit we need to stop.

But like... honestly... I'm still not sure my WoLs belong there, at least the two who did the Void arc.

(Mneme would just fucking laugh if asked and go "Hell no. I've been forced into doing this bullshit dozens of times, even by the Sharlayans. Keep this away from me and fight your own battles or find people on your side within your people. Asking for outside help is asking for another to rule your country for you because you owe them.")

Terpsichore is tempted by the offer not because they like the idea, but because they've known so much about the three great continents they've hardly had any surprise. They always knew when someone was lying to them. They still do, but for once, they don't know what they're lying about, and that's the answer that interests them, not any of the actual pitch they got.

Lin is going more because of G'raha's speech to her. About what she can do. Enjoy herself, travel, and gather information that she knows is missing. She isn't quite as much of a know-it-all as Teri, but as someone who's been used as a weapon, being asked to be one again disgusts her. At least Wuk Lamat is honest that such is the goal, when others couched it in noble ideals that took her too long to cut through and see the truth of. Also because the twins think it sounds like a good idea, and someone needs to be their exit strategy when things fuck up.

Teri: Yeah, you have your new boyfriend, you wanna spend time with him, I get it. I'll leave you some privacy during the honeymoon phase, my friend.

Lin: I'm thankful for your caution. And your kind words pushing me to go. It would be nice to travel some. I wish you would go too, but we both know it would require you to go with, and who knows if you'd be able to without pledging yourself. Keep our organizations safe, love. I'll teleport with the twins bound if I have to if things prove dangerous.

Like, I'll probably HC their reactions, but Teri's sticking around just long enough to get the info and will probably skip to the third act twist once they bully the info out of Wuk Lamat and Erenville. And Lin will probably participate only to keep the twins safe and hope she can find a better way to fix it and so probably have an altered version of that first bit.

The reason why unlike a lot I'm half-retiring my WoL here is that... it feels like while gameplay wise I enjoy FFXIV, the story and I are going different ways, and I want to at least give that first big divergence a chance. Maybe I won't. Maybe one or both feel right continuing the story, but maybe I'll just be like "Eh, it's a fun story but it doesn't fit my characters anymore so I'm not going beyond some minor HCs of if it happened"

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 1 year ago

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Aww hey besties :D

Lol Cheers xD

Ooope nope Jacob doesn't want him to xd

Jacob this looks really suspicious towards You Know What but I'm gonna keep holding out hope xd

It's gotta be a mislead it's gotta be a mislead it's gotta be a mislead please it's gotta be a mislead 😭

As in it has to be please :'))

Also I just realized the detail/irony that the sub took of the bowtie when he left 💀 xD like he didn't tie it on SLFJFHKS XDD this show is so good oh my gosh

ALSO just realized that Jacob could be thinking Gregory's lonely without Janine/sad over her o.o 👀 xD like I genuinely think that could be an explanation

I am denial but I believe in myself :') it'll be okay lol

Believe as in I think I could be right in my denial

Anyway! Continuing on now that I did some things I had to do and got more food

"Water because the drinks here are pricey" 💀 XD Jacob that's such a mood though lol

Jacob no xD

I feel like that would either make him super hyper or, very tired lol

AAAAHHHHHHHHH NO-

AUOGH

AUGH

help

It's because he has a project/deadline he's working on :)!! That's all :D

I swear Jacob please don't continue to elaborate and make this less vague for me

Maybe

They go through a rough patch and Gregory thinks they broke up but it turns out they made up

OR GREGORY BRINGS THEM TOGETHER TO MAKE UP

please guys I need this

Don't do this to me xD

Okay I've spent too long focus (and time but there was a break lol) on the first 20 seconds of this scene xD

I need to get through this I can live I can do it lol

Exactly Gregory it's no big deal :D you're so right for that man :))))))

"Didn't nobody tell you to stay out of gay folks business?" SLDJFHDKS xDD also Jacob as if you don't over share literally every second of the day

I suspect he might be joking though xD

Also maybe this'll mean he won't elaborate 👀👀

Ah so that's an actual saying xD I thought Gregory was gonna believe him for a second lol

aaAAAAHHHHHHH NOOO-

Guys I'm so scared

Help

They're gonna be fine they're gonna be fine they're gonna be fine

Especially because they're telling it now so they wouldn't dare break them up after an episode of trying to figure it out/fix it

. . . would they :')

O.O Okay Jacob chill xD

He looks angry xd

See I'm laughing to hide the pain :')

Okay I need to stop thinking about the future and just enjoy the angst for now lol

Awww Jacob :((( honey 😭 :'(

It'll be alright <3 I don't think it'll be those stages lol

A month??

Oh no longer, two months?-

No wait don't say like a year-

SEVEN MONTHS??!?

SIR 😭😭😭💔

Okay I don't want you to but why have you not broken up already 😭 xd you idiots xD

Also that reminds me of the "a year. . plus another year" when he first mentioned Zach xD :') :') (first is sweet second is help me please) 😭❤️💔

Yeah exactly Gregory xD

JACOB DON'T SAY THAT

Don't you dare say pretending to still be into each other don't you dare-

He's over exaggerating :)) yeah this is fine :))

Okay right enjoy the angst in the moment xd

I'll have two reactions each time lol; one long term one right now xD

Jacobbb honeyyy 😭😭 :((

If it's bc he wants the stability bc Trauma I swear I'm gonna lose it-

In a mostly good way xD

AYY Jacob slay :D

Wait he's been missing hasn't he- YUP SLFKGHSKS

My boy <33

Also that nod/look at the cameraman just reminded me he's there and that makes it hurt so much worse somehow :')

OKAY PHEW I MADE IT THROUGH

I swear if this entire episode is Gregory helping Jacob plan how to break up with Zach I'm gonna lose it-

Maybe in doing all that he'll realize how much he still loves him :'))

Sorry guys I'm not okay xD

OKAY LOL back to the rest of the episode after that one and a half minute scene xD 💀

#abbott elementary #ae #oasis's ae chatter #that was an unhealthy length 💀 /lh xD

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southernbluebellereader · 2 years ago

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Please, ma'am, could I request a reader who's a people pleaser and a perfectionist. Someone who always tries to stay optimistic for other's sake. Preferably platonic but I don't mind either way.

Do whatever else you want with it. I just think the dynamic with the team and a high-strung happy-go-lucky personality would be interesting.

Tenderheart Bear

A/N: Hi Bestie! I got you, girl! Look at me *holds your face* I got you! This is so cute! I love! Because this is literally me lmao. Also I got the name from the Care Bears lol I'm sorry (No, I'm not lol) but I hope you like it!!! - I hope you're ok with me making the reader a field-medic. I also made her a slight cry baby, mainly because I am a cry baby. I hope you're ok with that lol

Taskforce 141 x F! Field Medic Reader who's Miss Happy and a People Pleaser Perfectionist (like me lol) - PLATONIC

Warnings: Cursing? Members of the 141 being stressed and depressed, per usual.

Master List (tag list at the bottom)

Sometimes the members of the Task Force 141 wondered why their Captain had brought you onto their team. You were just... so nice.

You're always smiling.

You're always in a good mood.

You're always seeing the bright side of things - even on the field.

You were a field medic. Even field medics had some sort of arsenal of weapons, yet for some God damned reason you refused to carry any of them, except for a few utility and military knives - which is all you ever needed really. Johnny dared to ask you why - and beg you - to have something else other than a knife.

"No, because how would I be able to carry more medical supplies?"

Johnny looked at Simon with a dumbfounded expression, then back at you, "No, you at least need a gun, lass!"

"Sergeant, I don't need a gun! I have you guys!" You shrugged as you continued to pack your medical backpack.

"Oh my God, Woman!" Johnny exclaimed, waving his hand in protest as he left the room. "LT, please talk to her."

Simon looked over at you, sighing slightly, "Y/N, he has a point."

"I haven't had an issue before, why would I have an issue now?

"Y/N. What are you going to do if you get cornered? A knife isn't going to protect you against bullets."

"True. But again, I have you guys."

The vein already bulging out of Simon's forehead became more prominent.

---

"Wait, stand still!" You sucked in a breath, pressing your lips together as you bandaged Kyle's arm. The mission was over and you were waiting for a helicopter to come and pick you and the team up.

"Y/N, I'm fine." Kyle told her calmly.

"No, I have to re-wrap it because you keep moving, Serg-" Your eyes began to gloss over. Kyle placed his free hand over one of hers, making her look at him.

"Hey. You're ok. I'm fine, just a little surface wound. The bandaging doesn't have to be perfect, just good enough for us to make it back."

"But it'll get infected if I don't do it right!" You pouted, tears threatening to fall.

Kyle took a deep breath and re-assured her once more: "Y/N. It's ok. I'll be fine. You'll be fine. You did good out there."

---

Captain Price patted each of the pockets of his cargo pants, looking for a pen. You stood beside him, holding a pen out for him. He thanked you for it, and started looking for something to write on.

You pulled out a small note pad from one of the side pockets of your cargo pants and handed it to him. He looked at you for a moment, thanked you again, then started looking for something.

"What are you looking for?"

"My cigars."

"Oh, you left them in your right jacket pocket with your lighter." You smiled at your Captain who just looked at you, then walked over to his jacket that was hung over a chair and checked the right pocket, finding his cigars and his lighter. Thinking you may be playing a prank on him, he looked at you for a moment, then thanked you.

---

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" Simon sat on a chair beside you while you were being patched up by one of the nurses on the base.

You couldn't meet the Lieutenant's eyes. Your eyes glossed over and tears threatened to fall. "Because I got hurt- I didn't- I couldn't-"

"Y/N. Look at me."

The nurse had left, leaving you and Simon. You took a deep breath and finally looked at him, eyes puffy and rosy cheeks from crying earlier.

On the inside, seeing you hurt, or seeing you cry, or upset - at anything, wrung his heart. He scooted over and looked up at her, speaking softly, "Hey. You did good out there, sport. We all get hurt on missions, you know what - there's a reason we got you on our team. You're our little healer - and we protect our little healer. But you getting hurt this time was not your fault. If you should blame anyone, blame me because I didn't keep an eye on you."

Simon - or anyone else on the team - only spoke softly to you - they all knew that and you knew that. Because they cared. You made sure they were patched up on the field. You made sure they were ok. You were their little healer. It was only natural that they make sure you're ok.

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illuminiscentboba · 3 years ago

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GENSHIN BOYFS STYLING YOUR HAIR

feat; diluc, kaeya, aether, xiao and childe

a/n: wHY IS XIAOS PART SO LONG- alright so so these hc’s were inspired by @cloudyevaa and our chaotic hair discussion, i’ll do venti, zhongli, itto, albedo and bennett next time <3

you‘re having a rough hair day and don’t have the energy to deal with the back and so you turn to your boyfriend. “could you do my hair? Just for today, please?”

KAEYA ೃ was more than eager to do your hair, beckoning you with open arms. he took the comb from your hand as a soft smile made its way onto his face as he sorted and sifted through your hair, combing it. the smile only faltered when he winced with you at parts that are particularly tangled and messy though he'd be gentle. It's sooner than later that he gets your hair under control and even though he doesn't need to anymore, he'll continue combing because he doesn't want it to end just yet. he finally finishes combing your hair, lifting it to plant a kiss at the back of your neck, laughing at your surprised flinch. he’s in the middle of telling you a story of one of his adventures when you blink down at your empty hands and lean forward to reach for a hair tie, "oh let me get you a hair tie.” he leans forward too, still tying your hair. "Oh wait, a minute, my love." you blink, settling back into the spot between his legs as another lovesick smile crosses his lips as he hooks a strand loosely through another and loops another area and then he's finally finished. You slowly smile at the mirror, taking in the stylish hairstyle he'd fixed up for you without even needing a hair tie. The smile grows when you tilt your head and turn around and it stays as kaeya grins down at you, ever the proud boyfriend. He then laces his finger through yours leading you out of the bathroom, seating you down with him nearby "now, how about you style my hair, love?" and we all know how neat and tidy his hair looks but that doesn't stop him from wanting you to fuss over him and for him to tease you.

DILUC blinks in surprise at your request, trying to hide his smile and the racing of his heart as he fetches a comb, hairties and other materials. He is painfully familiar with unruly locks and deals with your hair as gently as possible, whispering a soft "sorry, dear." before and after untangling a rough patch, which you don't blame him for. He does a good job, causing less trouble than others would but he still leaned forward to plan a kiss on your shoulder, a gift for enduring the tough part, ending with him pressing his lips to the crown of your head. Now onto styling, Diluc instinctively reached for a hair ribbon, working together a really cute ponytail tied in the shape of a bow or if your hair is short, he grabs a few hair clips from the pile and does his work. He soon get's you to turn around on his lap, so that he can adds some clips to the front and seeing his focused expression makes your heart race. He lets you slide a few hair clips into his own hair, an amused smile gracing his beautiful face. Finally he's finished, and his hand cascade down the side of your hair, slowly making it's way to your chin, tipping it upwards. "So, how did I do, darling?" "Awesome." He chuckles, bringing your lips to his. "But you haven't even seen it yet." "But I know it'll look awesome." And it did because you two were matching. And he found it adorable.

The question didn't even leave your mouth before CHILDE noticed your struggling and smirked at you, "need some help, babe?" Although he was egging you on, that was to hide the fact that he has been dying to surprise you with his skills. And so you take up your confident boyfriend's offer, taking a seat between his outstretched legs as you hand him the materials. And he's working away, parting it in the prepared sections of your hair combing each part. When he gets to a particularly painful patch, he'll start cheering for you, "you can do it, baby, just endure this last part! show the curly, tangled, messy enemy your fangs." which was a sharp contrast to the "and today I'll teach you the power of endurance." from the last time you asked him to untangle a certain section. Soon enough it becomes quiet as he softly begins to sing an old snezhnayan nursery rhyme. You can't help but wonder if he feels nostalgic doing your hair, before getting caught up in the melody. The peace lasted for a while before he had to remark, "your hair is tougher to deal with than my sisters," laughing as you turn to glare at him, stealing a kiss from your forehead before returning to your hair. Finally, he finishes styling your hair, and it's surprisingly nice, a little simple but pretty and presentable. He claps and does dramatic wolf whistles as you do a twirl to show off your hair. "I think I should be an actual hairstylist. what do you think, y/n?" "with that customer service? I think not."

AETHER ೃ as much as aether was a legend at hairstyling, he can also be a huge tease and in some cases, a menace. Though it was nice to be sought out for something that wasn't fighting or odd adventurers guild quests. He patted the spot in front of his lap with a smile and it was like magic from there. he was having a little too much fun combing and parting your hair, only slight pinches from even the most tangled sections. A beautiful melody cut through the air as he hummed tunes he picked up from different nations and a certain bard, as he worked at styling your hair. His enthusiasm let you have some fun too as he picked up a hair clip. First, he’d make you look like a kindergartener, with braids sticking out everywhere, then chaotic pigtails that looked a little too similar to klee's and just when your grumbling and look ridiculous and he’s done grinning and holding back laughter, he’ll finally become focused and slowly and carefully go through your hair now, clipping some areas with nice durable hair clips and elastics maybe and give you a beautiful look that he thinks you would rock, grinning along with you at the big smile that crosses your face when you see the finished product. The finished product being a mix of coiled locks, braided sections and more, a fancy looking style that looks more complicated than it was. A smug smile lit up his face as he showed you off to paimon and then around the city of wherever you two were traveling. It had been a while since he'd done someone else's hair, though the warmth of your expression and the fun challenge it was...felt nostalgic. Nostalgic but different, a different kind of warmth, fun and peacefulness. he'd definitely have to trick you into letting you do his hair again soon.

XIAO ೃ when you ask xiao, he half wonders if you've mistaken him for the wrong person. That is until you head over to him, bottles, comb, and clips in hand with a sad expression on your face, one that was impossible to consider saying no to. And so he sighed, casting an arm around you and teleporting you away. You expected to be at the roof of wangshu inn but this was a different spot of what seemed to be a building, the sky telling you that the day was just beginning to start as the dark blue mixed with a brighter blue. And so he helped you set everything down, sitting cross-legged with you in front of him. "sorry...if I make it worse. but you should have expected that since you asked me, so you better not blame me when I'm done." And it's hard to treat him seriously, with his soft, vulnerable tone switching to a grumpier one as you tipped your head to get a better look at the pout gracing his face. He begins combing it, soon getting lost in the calm repetition until you wince and he's knocked out of the stupor. He apologized with a kiss on the cusp of your shoulder and neck, being more careful and gentle. It's quiet and peaceful with interruptions of you cheering him on, "xiao baby, you're doing awesome." "it's starting to pinch less." and "you're better at this than you think." and the smile threatening to break three finally is released as he lightheartedly scoffs, "gosh, what am I to you, an infant?" but it's working and soon he's done combing, feeling a little better about his work. That is until he realizes how hard styling hair is. The back of your head is tied in a flowing braid as he positions himself in front of you, blocking the pretty view of the sky with his prettier face as his eyes squint in concentration. And you stare, unable to help yourself from surprising him with a kiss. the instant reaction of red coating his face that nearly triggered him into teleporting away made you giggle. "stop that, or I'm going to set your bangs on fire." once more it's hard to treat him seriously with him stuttering and blushing. You give him some momentary peace and soon he's done and fidgets when you look in a mirror, chiding himself for being nervous about something as fickle as a 'mortal hairstyle'. The front actually looks really cute, and you're greeted in the mirror with flowy, wavy bangs that kind of resemble his own. "I love it." You tackle him in a hug and he can't help but feel relieved, melting into a smile as you plant more kisses on his face.

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moonshotsx · 2 years ago

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a cry for help - sashnetra (princess au)

in honor of our top 2 of the season <3

Anetra ran as fast as she could, she was too distraught to change forms again.

One moment she was drinking water from the river, the next a deafening sound caught her off guard.

She kept running, fleeing for her safety until she felt a piercing pain in one of her legs that caused her to tumble over ungraciously, hitting her head in the process.

She whined in pain one last time before everything turned black.

Sasha loved the peace being alone in the forest brought her.

She could close her eyes and feel the energy of every living creature running through the ground. Everything had a place and purpose.

Ever since she was exiled from her village, she had been adopted by the forest in a way, and she vowed to made sure nothing came to harm it, even if it came at the cost of human life.

A loud gunshot rang through the forest, followed by laughter.

Hunters.

Sasha despised them, coming in to harm and destroy her land.

She turned into a mist, traveling towards the sound to understand what was happening. She materialized behind a tree, close enough for her to be able to hear the men.

"Did you see how that deer ran? There's no way it's going far," One of the hunters seemed giddy.

"It went straight where we laid the traps. We are eating well tonight!" A second added as he put away his gun.

"Let's get back to the path. I give it an hour before it's dead".

Sasha's blood boiled, she was going to make them pay for hurting an innocent creature of her home.

She had to find the deer and save it before it was too late.

She made her way towards the directions the men had mentioned, careful not to make a sound as she moved.

After just a few yards, she could start spotting bear traps laying over the ground. What worried her was that she could also smell blood.

She was proven correct mere moments later when she found the wounded animal.

The deer kept moving, worsening the wound that had been caused by the trap.

"Let me help you, I don't want to hurt you," Sasha tried to reason with it, "It'll get worse if you move".

She calmly squatted closer, noticing a prominent scar on one of the deer's eyes.

The pupils kept switching between those she expected from the animal and those of a human.

That's when she quickly realized this was no ordinary animal.

"A shape-shifter?"

The deer halted its movements when it heard Sasha speak, as if it was afraid she might do something after finding out the truth.

"Right now, my priority is getting your leg out of this trap and heal your wound," she continued, keeping her tone gentle as to not startle it further, "Whether you want to change back into a human to speak to me or not is up to you, deal?"

She received the tiniest of nods after a minute.

"Good, now let me see what I can do. We don't have much time before those hunters come back".

The deer whined as Sasha opened the trap to free it and take a better look at the damage

The wound seemed to be only superficial, nothing Sasha's magic couldn't heal.

The deer watched quietly as Sasha worked on its leg.

In just a few moments the open wound closed up under Sasha's hand, fur growing back to cover the patch.

"That must feel much better, right? It won't even leave a scar".

She watched as the deer started shifting form right in front of her, taking the appearance of a young brunette.

She was wearing a loose blouse and trousers, those clothing would do little to keep her warm during the cold nights

No wonder the mysterious shape-shifter stayed in animal form.

"Thank you," she simply said, her voice hoarse from having spoken in a while.

"You're more than welcome...?"

"Anetra... my name is Anetra".

Sasha smiled, "Such a lovely name, I'm Sasha".

"Sasha...? Aren't you the witch that got exiled a decade ago?"

The response prompted the older woman to let out a bittersweet laugh, "You start living life true to yourself, and suddenly you're branded a witch. I never did anything wrong except stand for myself in front of those humans".

"Sorry..."

"There's no need for you to apologize," Sasha reached to hold Anetra's hand, taking a better look at the brunette.

She was stunning, to say the least. A beauty envied around the village, she was sure. It was curious how Anetra seemed to have decided to keep her scar even when she transformed.

"Thank you for trusting me to heal you," she quickly changed subjects, "Pardon my assumption, but I feel like you aren't the type to trust someone easily".

"I still don't trust you," Anetra said out of reflex, "I... I have learned to only count on myself. Once I started showing my powers, it was game over for me. People I thought cared about me turned on me in a heartbeat".

"I won't judge your attitude," Sasha replied, "but I hope to earn your trust," she smiled and Anetra couldn't help but break a smile back.

The sun was starting to set as they talked, a sign the hunters would be back soon.

Sasha had to get both of them out of there.

"Do you have anywhere to go? A home to stay in for the night? It's only bound to get colder this month".

"No... I have nowhere to go," she answered honestly.

"Would you like to come home with me?"

Anetra seemed to think it over.

She was... so tired, from running, hiding.

Sasha had been the first person in weeks, no, months to show her kindness.

"Okay".

Sasha chuckled, cracking a joke, "I thought you didn't trust a witch".

Anetra smiled, "I'll take the risk this time".

#fic prompt #sashnetra #princess au

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bxcketbarnes · 3 years ago

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59, 84, 86, and 100 for kisses with bucky 🥺

59. kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up

86. reunion kisses, ''i thought you were dead''

100. ''it's always been you'' kisses

I apologize, but I didn't use one of them cause it didn't really fit into my idea. :(

"Bucky!" You yell while running down the halls of the "abandoned" Hydra base. "Bucky!? Where are you?"

It's been twenty minutes since Bucky's comms went offline and you're more than a little worried. Heavy breaths leave your lips as you peek into each room you pass by.

"Sam, any sign of him?" You ask before putting your hair up into a ponytail.

"None," Sam answers and your heart pounds against your chest.

Tears well up in your eyes as you continue searching the place. "C'mon, Bucky," you whisper to yourself.

A string of groans echoes off the walls and you suddenly stop in your tracks. A gasp leaves your lips as you hear Bucky calling out your name.

You rush towards his voice and skid to a stop in front of a doorway. Your best friend sits against the wall, his face is a bit pale and his flesh hand is covered in blood.

"Buck," you whisper and make your way towards him. "Sam, I found him. We need to quickly get him back to the compound. He's bleeding."

"Okay! I'm coming with the Quinjet now," Sam exclaims.

You rest your hands on Bucky's face and gently stroke his cheeks. "I thought you were dead," you mumble as tears stream down your cheeks. Adrenaline flows through your veins and you lean forward and capture your lips with his.

Bucky brings his vibranium hand to your face and you feel his fingers caressing your cheek. You pull away from him and rest your forehead against his.

"I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?" You mumble to him while combing your fingers through his hair.

"Y-Yeah…" Bucky whispers before letting out a pained wince.

You push yourself off of the ground and hold a hand out for Bucky to take. You let out a deep breath and do your best to pull him up before wrapping an arm around his waist.

The two of you make your way down the long corridor, hearing the quinjet landing from inside the building. "Stay with me, okay?" You mumble while glancing over at him, seeing his eyes rolling back every few seconds.

Sam meets you at the front door and takes Bucky from you. You chew on your lips as you follow them onto the quinjet. The dark-skinned man lays Bucky down on the table.

"Alright, it'll be about half an hour before we get to the compound. You think you can patch him up?" He asks you and you nod your head in response.

He squeezes your shoulder in reassurance before heading towards the cockpit. You wipe the tears from your face when you feel Bucky's hand grabbing yours.

"I'll be okay," he croaks, and your lip trembles.

You nod your head, afraid that if you speak you'll end up breaking down. You bring his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles gently before going to gather the medical supplies you'll need.

You unzip Bucky's jacket after pulling a tray over to the table he's laying on. You tug his shirt up to reveal the two gunshot wounds on his torso.

"I need to turn you over, Buck," you mumble quietly and he does his best to roll over a bit. You check his back and you're glad to see that there are two exit wounds. "Good news is that I don't have to pull the bullets out."

Bucky chuckles before wincing. "T-That's great, doll," he mumbles while you pour some alcohol onto a rag.

He lets out a groan as you clean his wounds, your free hand grabbing a hold of his. You gently squeeze it as you mumble for him to roll back over. Bucky does as instructed and you quickly clean the wounds on his back.

"Stay there," you mumble and set the rag down, grabbing a gauze pad before placing it onto his lower back.

You gently roll Bucky back onto his back before working on patching up his torso. After placing the bandages on his wounds, you gently glide your fingers over the bandage. You lean forward and place a gentle kiss on Bucky’s bandaged wound, your eyes glancing at him through your lashes.

“Get some rest. We’ll be at the compound in no time,” you whisper to him before standing back up.

Bucky gently grabs a hold of your hand and laces your fingers together. “You’ll be here when I wake up, yeah?” He asks you, causing your chest to clench.

You stroke his cheek with a smile on your face. “Of course, Buck,” you reassure him before kissing his forehead. Bucky releases a deep breath through his nose as his blue eyes flutter shut. You continue stroking his cheek and watch his chest rise and fall steadily before making your way towards the cockpit.

“He gonna be okay?” Sam asks you while quickly glancing back at you.

“Yeah, I think he’ll be okay. It was a through-and-through,” you inform him and rest your hands against the pilot seat.

You dip your legs into the pool as a deep sigh leaves your lips. You’re quite upset that Dr. Sho wouldn’t let you stay with Bucky, especially when you promised him you’d be there when he wakes up. You tap your fingers against the concrete beneath you while looking up at the sky, seeing the millions of stars littering the infinite space.

“Y/N,” Tony’s voice startles you and you whip your head towards the older man. “Bucky’s awake. He’s back in his room and requesting you.”

A gasp leaves your lips and you quickly pick yourself from the ground, making sure not to fall into the pool in the process. Tony lets out a chuckle as you run past him, not even waiting for the billionaire to follow you.

You find yourself standing outside Bucky’s door and raise your hand to knock gently. The metal door slides open immediately after and you notice Bucky laying on his bed. His head turns to face you as you walk into his room, hearing the door shut behind you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” you tell him while kneeling beside his bed.

“It’s okay,” Bucky mumbles with a small smile, feeling your fingers brushing against his. “Tony told me that you tried your best to stay with me.”

“Well, I promised you. I didn’t want to break it,” you smile down at him before bringing your gaze to your hands, threading your fingers with his.

Bucky looks away from you and gently squeezes your hand. “God, you’re incredible. How did I get so lucky to be friends with you?” He asks aloud.

You press your lips together at the word friends as you move to sit on the edge of his bed. The super-soldier carefully sits up, leaning his back against the headboard behind him. “Friends, hm?” You whisper as the kiss you shared with him at the Hydra base plays in your mind.

A blush covers Bucky’s cheeks and his gaze moves towards his lap. “I- uhm, I didn’t know if the kiss was more of a spur of the moment kind of deal or if you actually felt something towards me,” he explains, causing you to let out a breathy laugh.

“It’s always been you, Buck,” you whisper and scoot closer to him. Bucky’s breath hitches in his throat, his blue eyes widening at what you said.

You quickly reduce the distance between the two of you before connecting your lips with his again. You gently rest your hand on his chest as Bucky moves one of his to your waist. You smile into the kiss and feel his fingers digging into your waist. “I love you,” Bucky breath fans your lips after pulling away from you, his forehead resting against yours.

Your heart flutters in your chest and you grin widely. “I love you too, Bucky.”

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