#cursed snippet

[cursed-spectre]

( @old-schoolgenz and I were talking about how Spectre and Tera dance somewhat frequently, now that she actually enjoys it when with Tera, and I brought up Spectre trying to be romantic by making trails, only for pitch black trails of smoke circling around you being more ominous than romantic. Bri added Tera making purple flames, and we ended with the following image.)

Spectre and Tera danced in the living room of their house. With the windows closed and lights dimmed, they were illuminated by the floating candles encircling them, made from shadowy matter, and lit with purple flames.

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have suddenly become obsessed with a theme that HoO established but never proceeded to extrapolate on, which is:

You are Percy Jackson, and you have been swapped with a boy who was allegedly everyone's favorite person, but they have decided to replace him with you. They just met you. You stand next to his best friend and the people he's known his entire life. In his home. In his cloak. In his place. They stopped looking for him.

You are Jason Grace, and you have just found out you have a long lost sister who completely replaced you in her life with this girl you just met. Your lives and personalities are mirrors. She is you, living the life you were robbed of.

You are Annabeth Chase, and you have just become starkly aware that you have been inhabiting the void left behind by your best friend's long lost brother. You and Luke were just replacements for him. Now you have to look him in the eyes when he has nothing and know you took that life from him.

You are Piper McLean, and you have just found out your relationship is fake and built entirely on the memories of Annabeth Chase. You have been given a boyfriend when hers has been taken away. You have no idea how much of it is real or not but regardless you feel like if your relationship isn't exactly in their image that you have failed.

You are Leo Valdez, and you have just learned that you are the echo of your great-grandfather. You are not your own person. You just exist to be a mirror of him. A doppelganger. An actor and stunt double facing all the danger he never had to but wearing his face. To be there for his best friend decades later simply because he couldn't. You are playing a role. A seventh wheel and a pawn for a goddess who carefully sculpted your entire life for her own purposes.

You are Hazel Levesque, and the only reason you are alive is because your brother couldn't save your his sister. You are a consolation prize. An apology. Your existence here is misplaced in every way but you inhabit it anyways.

You are Frank Zhang, and you are a shapeshifter. Inhabiting your own body feels strange and clumsy when you could be literally anything at any time. You are anything and everything and live your life with the simple certainty of knowing exactly how you will die.

[meiliem1619]

👹

[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #5

Okay, so maybe Danny screwed up a little big. He was just trying to train some of his powers in secret. Really. And sure, just because he wanted to test the limits of what he could do, he tested and trained with a powered he swore he wasn't going to ever use on anyone.

But that kind of turned out to be one of his worst mistakes.

He was pretty sure Jazz was probably posting missing person posters. Maybe hid parents were also wrecking havoc over Amity, leaving literally no stone unturned to find him. And he didn't even want to imagine what his ghost gallery of rogues were up to with him missing.

Now he really regretted that he started training in secret without telling anyone.

Because now... here he was stuck in a doll sitting on some weird guys shelf that apparently used him as therapy doll and was talking to him. Or maybe the other was talking more to himself than Danny stuck in the doll.

Either way Danny was stuck and currently had no idea what to do, and his attempts in making the move doll didn't work as much as he hoped for. It took him an entire night to move his doll body from the shelves to the windowsill.

Tim swore the doll he had picked up on a whim as a mission souvenir was hunted. He swore he had placed the doll on his shelf several times now, but each morning he found it somewhere else.

He had contemplated installing cameras but fos some reasons his electronics stopped working at night. He had told Dick about it.

And what does he older brother do?

Ask him how much he slept the past week.

He sleeps enough, thank you very much. His sleep schedule was a mess but he sleeps and he functions.

The amount of energy drinks and coffee he consumes has noting to do with that.

Still Tim sat on the couch the doll placed on the table before him as he stared it down like it was a criminal he was going to interrogate.

"I know you can move..." he muttered behind his folded hands as his eyes narrowed. "I will figure out what your deal is..."

Behind him Dick looked worried at his younger sibling, wondering if he should get the tranquilizer gun. "Guys... I think he has one of these phases again..."

Jason next to him scoffed with his arms crossed, already planning on tipping Alfred off to restrict Tim's coffee and energy intake.

Damian only clicked his tongue, watching the older teen. "So Drake finally lost it."

[assortedcriminality]

snippet #6

contains: blood, cursing

Hero lay on their back, breathing shallowly as blood leaked in a thin stream through their crimson-stained fingers, adding to a growing pool beneath them. If they had to rank every stab wound they’d received, this one would be at the very bottom. Their eyes were shut tight, the electric pain radiating from their stomach so great that they couldn’t sense when someone else entered the grimy alley.

A nudge to their side made Hero’s eyes fly open, immediately locking contact with the pitying gaze of the perpetrator. “God, you look awful,” Villain said. The sharp sting that the nudge sparked through their body had Hero let out a low groan, but they couldn’t attempt to move. “Oh, come on. Aren’t you going to get up and hit me?”

“The knife was poisoned, you asshole,” Hero managed to rasp through gritted teeth. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Their nemesis crossed their arms. “Hmph. How unsportsmanlike. Who did that, then?”

“Your friend, Other Villain. They said they had information about Supervillain.” The idea seemed so stupid now, the trap obvious. This was what Hero got for choosing to trust a criminal. Though they couldn’t say they had learned anything, as the devious mastermind that stood above them was probably the person they trusted most in the city. 

“First of all, they are absolutely not my friend,” Villain objected. “They’re a conniving, backstabbing bastard. You should’ve called me.”

“A bit late for that, don't you think?” Hero’s voice came out higher, more strained with each word.

The criminal leaned over, studying them with a quick, sweeping look. “Can you walk yet?”

“Do you think I’m lying here for fun?” They snapped. “No, I can’t walk!”

Villain tapped a finger to their chin in mock deliberation. “What a predicament we find ourselves in, my dear Hero. I suppose there is no other recourse but for me to carry you.” 

“No—Villain, wait, Villain-” This time, when Villain reached their hands behind Hero’s back and knees, the touch didn’t immediately spark pain. It wasn’t until they swiftly lifted the crimefighter into their arms that agony seared like a white-hot brand in Hero’s side. They cried out, choking on a scream that became a hoarse cough. The feeling overloaded their senses, turning their nerves into nothing but conduits for pain as Hero sank into their nemesis’ strong grasp, head falling onto Villain’s chest. 

“Hero. Hero, look at me. Look at me.” The sudden intensity of their voice sharpened Hero’s focus, if only a little, and allowed their unfocused gaze to meet Villain’s again. “Jesus, you look like shit.” But an edge of fear was creeping into their tone, something that would have alarmed Hero even further had they been closer to coherence.  

Hero was no longer capable of opening their mouth, let alone providing a vocal response. Villain seemed to understand them anyway. “Stay with me, Hero,” they murmured, and both nemeses braced as best they could as Villain turned around and hurried out of the alley. 

word count: 501

@sausages-things

[yannfredericks]

scorbus muggle au meet cute in the style of ari and dante bc they have equally ridiculous names….do you see the vision…

[pelibirdie]

Dw guys Opeli will die again the moment she bites that cookie <3

[monotonedongs]

I have been watching your work for some time now and I am very pleased with each of your works! I would like to ask if you are going to give a "cygate child" (I think you can call it that?) any name? Are you going to come up with a great story for this idea or not? (although even these small works are very interesting!) Thank you in advance for your reply!

Hey and thank you for your ask and your compliments - it always makes me happy that the things I doodle can entertain someone else. This is going to be a little wall of text, oops. There is a set of doodles at the end!

It's extra funny when it all started as a joke after me and my friend saw the Cyclonus funko and went wow. And I thought it was funny they gave him blue??? optics for some reason? So I was gripped with the inspiration to draw that silly meme about "9 months in the womb and they look like their mum". And it all snowballed from there.

To be honest, I do wish to give the Cygate child a name; funnily enough I was talking to my friend about this yesterday before you sent me this ask... Names are hard. I was brainstorming a few, where wind is honestly the biggest reoccurring theme. So far I have;

Aerostorm - Aero means wind.

Bora - Bora is the name of a specific wind, but also a specific model of car! So both Cyclonus and Tailgate in there I suppose. :] Could alternatively end up as Borae just for the flow of the name. HOWEVER Springer is apparently known as Bora in Italian!

Stormsurge - Because stormsurges follow cyclones. :]

Derecho - A widespread, long-lived, straight-line wind storm, causing hurricane-force winds, heavy rains, and flash floods.

Microburst - Another wind-related one, a strong downward and outward gushing wind that comes from above. Also a play on how the sparkling originally was very small when they emerged, but as they grow they turn out quite large...

The list might not be complete and I need to marinate it in my mind a bit <:]

For a story - I am not a writer, and most of the time I am talking my friend's ear full about this hsdfgdf but I do have some basic ideas while a lot is still a bit up in the air, I suppose. Some of this is also based on the info from MTMTE/LL so possible spoilers if you haven't read the comics!

This sparkling is an accident.

Tailgate nor Cyclonus didn't really think this was possible since they are old by most of the other mechs' standards, Tailgate having gone through cybercrosis and Cyclonus having been for lengths in the Dead Universe. No way their bodies would have such resources to start creating anything like that. But maybe the fact that Cyclonus donated some of his spark energy to Tailgate made it a very small possibility that wouldn't have been able to happen otherwise because of the state of their history.

Despite my initial meme drawing, I think Cyclonus would be the one who ended up sparked because he is larger and seems to have a more fancy build. His body just happens to have more resources to deal with building something inside it. I don't really picture them changing shapes when sparked, but having some kind of dedicated spot/mechanism to build a sparkling.

Therefore there is even less hints to what is happening below the outer plating. I haven't quite decided/figured it out but: - either they find out when Cyclonus ends up getting some strange pains and/or commands trying to activate that he is not familiar with - and then bam congrats to the parents!!! Cue very baffled and surprised Cyclonus and Tailgate trying to process what just happened while this very tiny thing is going through their start up tests. - or Tailgate/Cyclonus randomly notices this new, odd EM-field/communication connection when the sparkling has developed enough to be able to emit EM-fields and/or connect with means of communication somehow. Again cue very baffled and surprised Cygate and then having to drag Ratchet into the whole ordeal to see what is going on.

Despite being an oopsie sparkling and a big surprise to everyone, they are much loved and both Tailgate and Cyclonus are very happy and proud despite this not being something they had envisioned or planned for. They will take the challenges as they come.

The sparkling emerges soooo small. As their frame grows though they quickly gain mass and get quite large, maybe even larger than Cyclonus? My friend suggested maybe they end up a shuttle-class despite their alt-mode being a jet/plane or so after Cyclonus. Whirl is the extremely ecstatic uncle, even if he finds the sparkling very aesthetically displeasing he has a lot of love for this thing that Cyclonus and Tailgate somehow morbidly made, despite that Whirl would never imagine them being somehow compatible like that. He is an important part of the family and helps raising the sparkling, keeping them safe from anyone he deems scary and letting nobody insult them because only he can do that, teaching them curse words, having fun and enjoying life.

I have not settled on if this happens during the whole Lost Light travel/while onboard the Lost Light, or if this happens after they all part and Cygate lives in Upper Tetrahex. Lost Light would be fun for plot/comedic idea reasons, but also so stressful to most of the adults involved haha. Upper Tetrahex would probably be much more peaceful for both sparkling and adults, but less possibilities for comedic moments I suppose as most of their close friends beyond Whirl would be spread across Cybertron and such.

Anyways that was such a wall of text, I am not sure if I got down the basics of my thoughts but rounding this off with some doodles I did saturday night that builds on that idea of "unknown EM-field/com-port" thing.

[dragonpyre]

More fic snippits I'll never finish

“How you feeling?” The man asked. Jason opened his mouth to respond in the negative, but stopped at the last second. He actually felt… fine? What the fuck? His brain had literally just been getting stabbed by a rail spike not even thirty minutes ago. And how the fuck had he fallen asleep when in that much pain? He’d NEVER managed that before! “What the fuck did you give me?” He asked, bewildered. The concern smoothed away from Dick’s face. “So I take it you’re feeling better?” Jason pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Yeah, what the fuck?” Six months of this bullshit with no cure and one visit from his brother fixes it? Was Dick dabbling in witchcraft now? “What was that stuff?” A faint smile flitted across Dick’s lips. “Excedrin.” “The fuck is Excedrin?” “Acetaminophen and caffeine,” his brother answered easily. “Migraine meds.”

[cursed-spectre]

"I just remembered our very first interaction."

"Our... first?"

Spectre nods. "Yep. I asked what you thought of the other adults. V, Lizzy, Thad." She grins. "You talked about getting to see 'Kia' when you brought up Delilah."

Tera blushes. "Hey! Don't start with that." She sighs. "Robo-god, how do you even remember that, anyway?"

"Most of my 'dreams' are actually me replaying past memories I may or may not have forgotten," she says matter-of-factly.

"Uhhh..."

"..."

"..."

"Remember when you shot me with the rail pistol after the challenge of thinking of you and Kiara as girlfriends?"

"And why do you remember that one so vividly?!"

"...Y-you blew me away."

"..."

Tera sighs, speaking with a mixture of laughs and mumbles. "I can't believe I fell in love with you."

"Me neither."

[xlucygraysongbirdx]

my brain is on a Scorbus high so have a snippet

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Scorpius grabbed Albus' hand before he had the chance to leave for his class and despite his better judgement held onto it. Albus turned, wide eyed like a deer in headlights.

"I just want to say thank you," Scorpius spoke. "For being patient with me, for not thinking I'm crazy."

Albus squeezed his hand. "Healer Tealing tells us not to use that word."

Scorpius let out a small laugh and rolled his eyes. "Nonetheless, you stuck with me, I appreciate that."

"I'm always going to stick with you. It's you and me, no matter what.”

Scorpius wasn’t oblivious to his feelings, he’s always been a little in love with Albus, whether he knew it at the time or not. But he had never known his feelings to be quite so intense. It was Albus who pulled him from his panic, Albus who chased away dementors, Albus who stood by him through everything they’d been through, Albus who saw his darkness and chose to love him, Albus. Albus. Albus.

Scorpius nodded lightly, then leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his best friends cheek. He pulled away quickly, ducking his head to hide his undoubtedly flushed cheeks.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Um um maybe you remembered and I'm just being inpatient but dont forget about tidbit tuesday

Sorry if I was just being inpatient

blog runner with the worst memory known to man try to keep a consistent upload challenge: impossible (in other words guess who forgot it was tuesday again) (thank you god send angel light of my life)

Darry’s got a death grip on my bicep ‘cause it’s the closest I’ll let him get to holdin’ my hand like I’m a toddler. Though I know he’s about to stop carin’ about my sensibilities ‘n probably wack me a good one too if the way his fingers are diggin’ into my shirt sleeve are anythin’ to go by. It really ain’t my fault. He’s picked up Mama’s old habit of runnin’ into people ‘n just standin’ there shootin’ the shit for twenty minutes. 

Today’s victim (other than me) is Tim, havin’ had the misfortune of runnin’ into Dar when I’d been tryin’ to plead Soda ‘n I’s case that fish sticks were vile (‘n really not winnin’ that case at all). I try to twist out of Dar’s grip again ‘n he knocks my head with the heel of his hand without even lookin’ away.

“Knock it off, Pone. Sorry, what were you sayin’ Tim?” I scowl, lean forward enough I know Dar can see it out a the corner of his eye. He pointedly ignores me. 

“Naw, you’re good. Kid brothers, huh.” But he shoots me a wink so I only half-bother to roll my eyes. “I was sayin’ I got this guy rollin’ into town in the next day or so. Needs, uh, a place to lay low.”

He shoots Darry a pointed look ‘n Darry narrows his eyes, glances down at me, back at Tim. Asks him somethin’ without sayin’ nothin’. I feel Dar pull me a little closer to his side without thinkin’ about it, finally take his hand off my arm, ‘n lay it around my shoulders instead. I shiver in my track shorts as someone opens one of the nearby freezers, grabs out the last pack of fish sticks. This time I keep my triumphant grin to myself. 

“I don’t got details right now. But it ain’t, like, a murder wrap or nothin’.” He lowers his voice, leans back against the big commercial fridges ‘n shifts around the too-big jacket. I recognize it as somethin’ Two does when he’s shopliftin’. But I keep my mouth shut. Ain’t my business that I can see the corner of a bag of dry pasta peekin’ from the inside pocket. “It cool if I tell him about y’all’s couch?”

Darry runs his free hand up the back of his neck ‘n sighs. “Sure. But he ain’t allowed to bring no trouble with him, got it?” 

“Yeah, Curtis. Since when have I ever brought trouble?” He puts his hands up plactingly ‘n Dar snorts a laugh at him. 

“Sure, Shepard. You ain’t never brought trouble to nobody.” ‘N he grabs the edge of Tim’s jacket cooly, readjusts it, ‘n in one smooth move, shoves the pasta back where it can’t be seen against Tim’s side.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Mother I'm on my knees and begging for a SPICY fallen angel villain × cursed by the devil hero. May thy pen shine and glamor 🙏🏻

The villain let out a relieved moan.

As they could feel it inside them, hard and hateful, they allowed themselves to close their eyes and enjoy the moment. They took in slow breaths, concentrating, preparing.

Eventually, they looked at the hero and a smile tugged at the corners of their mouth.

“Are you flirting with me?” they asked. One of their hands followed the hero’s collarbone.

“You tell me.” The hero pushed further and caught by surprise, the villain laughed breathlessly. They took the hero’s hand.

Back when they’d been an angel, they’d never felt anything like this. It was a new and exciting feeling. Something only a human body could experience like this.

“I swear,” they whispered. “One day, you’ll find yourself on your knees for me.”

“Is that so?” Another push. Another desperate gasp for air. The hero’s fingers dug into their biceps and the villain’s heart raged in its cage. It was cruel, very cruel.

They looked down at the knife in their chest, at the dark blood that ran down their body. By now, the hero’s hand was covered in it. A “mortal” had complete control over them and they weren’t even hiding it.

“You foul creature,” the villain said. The problem was that it hurt. It was an indescribable pain. The villain had been through all kinds of things like this throughout the centuries. Hell, they’d been tortured for the majority of them.

But this knife in their chest and this person in front of them were for some reason much more effective.

The hero was — in their own way — admirable. For a human, they were very brave. Their voice was sweeter than forbidden fruit.

Something about them excited the villain. They awoke something inside them. Something very ancient.

“I didn’t know your blood is red. So human,” the hero said. They dug their fingers close to the wound into the villain’s skin and there was nothing else for the villain to do but to grunt pathetically.

“You are full of surprises.” Their lips brushed the villain’s cheekbones until the hero let go of the blade and stared at its place there in the villain’s chest. “My immortality doesn’t look this pretty.”

“You can’t kill me like this,” the villain whispered. “You’re not the only one who’s cursed. Not the only one who’s been punished.”

They pulled out the blade and let it fall to the ground, eyes wide. It was a horrible feeling, something they hopefully could forget some day. But the hero didn’t seem surprised.

The blood dropped to the ground and formed a little lake.

Clearly, the wound wasn’t closing right away. The villain knew it would take over an hour for them to see the scar. Usually, the bones would take much longer. Blood wasn’t a problem. They had bled for hours, years, centuries before.

“I would have killed you a long time ago,” the villain said. They put their head on the hero’s shoulder, almost embracing them in a strange hug. “I didn’t know your patience back then. I didn’t know your dedication.”

The hero pulled them closer and the blood dropped down the hero’s stomach as well.

“Do you like it? Do you like the way I am?”

“I do,” the villain said. “You are delightful, even though you try to kill me all the time.”

I want to kiss you. What does it feel like? What does it feel like to kiss someone?

“You know I cannot stop.”

“I don’t want you to. I hated you for that as well. I didn’t see you. But now I do,” the villain said. They could barely breathe. Their damaged lungs were filling up with blood but their self-healing body sew them back together. They were on the edge of drowning the entire time. “And I will keep haunting you.”

It was quite clear to the villain now. For the first time in their life, they had a real desire.

“Then I will keep killing you to lift the curse,” the hero whispered. “I look forward to the next centuries.”

[assortedcriminality]

Hi hope you’re doing well darling, I was wondering if I could request a hero X villain with the dynamics of enemies with benefits with a lot of pining and slow burn kinda situation, ❤️‍🔥

Sorry this took so long anon—tysm for the request! The prompt might have gotten away from me a bit, but I hope you enjoy!

CW: Blood, cursing, suggestive themes

“FUCK!” Hero stumbled backward, clutching their shoulder. Blood spilled from the gash sliced across it, staining their once-pristine uniform crimson. “Shit, shit, what the fuck?”

Villain casually wiped Hero’s blood off their knife with the hem of their shirt before sliding it back into its sheath. Something dark hid behind their seemingly impassive guise. “Didn’t you want it to look real?”

Hero shot them a fiery glare. “So you thought I wanted this?” 

“So what did you want, then?” They asked, taking a step forward. Hero instinctively stepped back, tightening their grip on the wound. “If you didn’t want me to hurt you?”

“It’s not about hurting me,” Hero snapped. “It’s about-“

“You’re afraid.” Villain’s voice was cool, smoother than the edge of a blade. They continued to advance, forcing Hero to move away until their back hit the wall. 

They eyed Villain’s inscrutable expression. “Of what?” 

“Of what I do to you.” Hero barely fought back a flinch when the criminal raised a hand, but all they did was tuck a piece of hair behind Hero’s ear.

They scoffed. “You’re full of shit, you know that?” 

Villain traced the edge of their jaw with a light finger, swiping through the spray of blood decorating Hero’s face. “It’s not your fault. We can’t help our feelings, after all.” 

Hero ignored Villain’s touch, determined not to let it affect them. “I said to make it real because of this. It’s a distraction. We’re nemeses. We’re not supposed to…”

“Want this?”

“I never said I wanted this.”

“You didn’t have to, darling,” Villain said. “You could have stopped anytime you wanted.”

Hero looked away, biting the inside of their cheek. It was true. Villain hadn’t forced them to do anything. Everything they did, they did because they had both wanted to. It was that knowledge that was the most painful, burning like a white-hot fire inside of them whenever Villain crossed their mind. It should’ve been so easy to end it, to stop one day and never look back. Bury the feeling that rose in their stomach every time they locked eyes with the person who was supposed to be their sworn enemy. Instead, that feeling consumed their life, destroying any hope that they could walk away from Villain. 

“Hero, look at me.”

“No.”

Villain’s hand moved beneath their chin, turning Hero’s face upward. The nemeses were so close that their noses nearly touched. When the crime-fighter finally lifted their gaze to meet Villain’s, the intensity in their eyes was almost strong enough to break Hero’s nerve. 

“Why are you doing this to me?” They whispered. 

“Why can’t you admit you want this?” Villain hissed, fingers digging deeper into Hero’s skin. “You think I wouldn’t notice how flushed you get around me? I wouldn’t hear how much you want me when I-”

“Because I can’t do this, Villain!” Hero’s voice rose to a cry. “We won’t—it won’t work. It can’t. You were right, I want you to hurt me, because that’s all you’re supposed to do to me. We’re supposed to want to kill each other. I need you to make it look real. Make it real if you have to.” 

Villain was quiet for a moment. When they spoke again, their words were dangerously soft. “You’d rather I kill you than want to be with you?”

“Yes,” Hero said with vehement conviction. “If I could turn my feelings off, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I can’t want this, Vil. It’s better this way.”

“No. No, fuck that.” Anger cast a sharp shadow across Villain’s features. “I’m not going to kill you, Hero. I don’t care what we’re supposed to be to each other. I want this. I want you.”

Tears gathered in the crime-fighter’s eyes. “Villain…”

“Darling, please just-”

Hero let go of their injured shoulder, grasping Villain’s collar with a bloodstained hand and pulling them in. Their lips connected, and Hero closed their eyes, finally allowing themself to forget everything except Villain’s mouth on theirs. The pain in their shoulder faded into the background, along with the roughness of the bricks at their back and the blood that dripped down their wrist as their hold on Villain’s shirt tightened. Villain let out a sigh as the kiss deepened, sending electrifying chills down Hero’s spine. Their grip on Hero’s chin disappeared as their hands settled on either side of Hero’s face, bringing them even closer. Every emotion the nemeses had poured into the other through soft lips and deft tongues and hard teeth. Villain was the first to break away, mouth trailing down Hero’s neck to mark a fiery path to the hollow of their throat. 

“Villain?” Hero managed through heavy breathing. 

“Yes?”

“Fuck you.”

They could feel Villain’s smile against their skin. “If you say so, darling.”

@sausages-things @chaotic-orphan

[ask-elliot-doorman-fam]

Reverence.

(Fuck it I'm in a mood and have a headache, have some sickingly sweet thoughts from Tera.)

Tera woke up sometime in the middle of the night, listening to the night insects buzz and chirp from the open window, and she turned from looking at the ceiling to her side.

She's greeted by a sleeping Spectre, breathing deeply as she's drifting in her memories, despite it not truly being sleep, her body still reacted as if it was, the slow, calm breath raise of her chest, the peaceful and unbothered expression on her face.

Tera smiles fondly, the soft, filtered moonlight coming in through the window seemed to make the solid black form sparkle like a sky full of distant stars, she can't help but reach out and touch the side of her face, even if that risks waking her up.

Spectre's body reacts, but she doesn't wake up, and Tera caresses a thumb over the soft void-black cheek as the spectre hums in her sleep, features seemingly softening further with contact with the pads of her hands.

She mumbles something, Tera chuckles, pulling her close and into her arms.

She feels Kiara shift in her sleep behind her, and she turns her head to look into her visor, displaying [Sleep Mode : Dreaming]

She purrs, her tail wrapping around the worker protectively and pulling her close enough to kiss her forehead, Kiara shifts in her sleep, visor flickering to closed eyelights before settling back onto Sleep Mode.

Tera always loved the way Kiara looked, and she doubted that would ever change, the way the light bounced off her silver, her chassis a pure and unblemished white, her eyelights soft and pure like- funnily enough, snow.

Her blonde hair curved perfectly around her face like a golden halo, if heaven did exist, surely she was sent from there.

With a deep content purr, she drifted off back to sleep, dreams full of the night sky... and a ground covered in fresh snowfall.

[slytheerin]

Small preview - Chapter 10 (out soon) of "We'll never be strangers again"

Regulus feels it sink deep and real, the venom spreading in every greedy part of him. He wants to see. He wants to taste what truth feels like. Because for all the glimpses James has caught of Regulus, whether by choice or accident, the man always offered something in return and the thrill of that realisation hums under Regulus' skin. How come… A touch lands on his knee, steadying the restless bounce beneath the table. James shifts his hand as he keeps Peter engaged, careful not to stir another disaster. The warmth of his touch settles on Regulus' thigh, it bleeds somewhere deeper and calls up the memory of the stitches with how tender it holds him. Fragile, would be a word. Alluring, another. I can't, but Regulus craves it.  Where has the time gone, when Regulus wished him ill? Where does the hunger in its place stops? And where does it start? What if there's more to see? “Wormy, no, I get it. It's just-” James pauses, sucking in a breath. Peter's vision is shielded by James, his mind by the curse. Evan is stretched out on the rug with his eyes closed, an arm still across his face to listen peacefully to the noise. No one saw Regulus hook his pinkie with James'. How come you trust me?  Without even shifting his arm, Evan huffs. “It's just… and then what? Cat got your tongue, cutiepie?” James doesn't even rise to the bait, a grin spreads on his lips as he turns his attention back to Peter. But when he answers to Regulus by gently lacing their fingers, offering a quiet because I do in a small squeeze, what beats inside the tight cage of Regulus' ribs might be the most treacherous creature of this curse. 

Because Regulus is not soft in this fic. He has so many feels to untangle and a long road ahead, the curse tests him all the time, but he finally caves... and it makes ME soft 🥹💚