#cursed snippets

[cursed-spectre]

Spectre's finishing some welding when she looks up into the endless void above and sighs.

"I wanna kiss Tera."

[cursed-spectre]

Ai slowly opened the door to the master bedroom and crawled onto the bed, where Spectre and Kiara were curled up around Tera under the sheets. She cautiously shook Spectre’s arm, and the shadow opened her eyes.

“Ai?” she whispered. “What is it?”

“I had a nightmare.” Ai looked at her mothers. “Can I sleep with you?”

Spectre’s eyes widened for a moment, before it was replaced with a soft smile. “Of course. Just be careful. We don’t want to wake Mamá and Maman.”

Ai nodded and Spectre moved to the side, creating a small opening, which the young drone filled. She quickly huddled around Tera, enjoying the pleasant warmth permeating from her core. Spectre joined her shortly after, and as Ai’s eyelights closed and her visor read [Sleep Mode], Spectre closed her own, and joined her family in drifting away under the covers.

...

Cassidy yawned.

“Are you ready to go to bed, kid?” she asked the young drone who appeared rather suddenly.

Positioned on her lap, the drone turned to look up at her, black hair swaying in the motion, and her white eyelights barely peeking from the sea of strands. She nodded, closing the book they had been reading, and moved it onto Cassidy’s desk with her Solver.

“Good.” Cassidy lifted her bed’s blanket up and moved down. She laid on the bed, gently placing the child beside her. “Now go to sleep. It’s late enough already.”

From beside her, the young child looked up at Cassidy, eyelights obscured once more, and her mouth in the shape of a small O.

“What?”

The child smiled and hugged Cassidy’s side, clinging to her like a koala.

“H-hey, hold on—”

Before she could say another word, she heard the child breathing. A quick brushing of the hair to the side showed her the white text reading [Sleep Mode], making the drone sigh.

“Alright, kid. I’ll humour you here. But we’re finding your family tomorrow. I’m not fit to take care of a child.”

Cassidy couldn’t help but smile. She leaned down to kiss the young one’s hair, getting a strange sense of familiarity, despite never seeing the kid in her life.

“Goodnight.”

Cassidy closed her eyelights, and wrapped an arm around the child before her visor matched, red text reading [Sleep Mode].

(I just had to write this out when I read it.)

picture your ocs. now picture your ocs cozy in bed

[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

[cursed-spectre]

A Sinful Angel's Love (Kiara x Spectre)

(It's smut. You've been warned. Kiara belongs to @ask-elliot-doorman-fam)

Spectre and Kiara laughed as the two of them cuddled in bed, snuggled closely to one another. They held each other tightly, as Spectre trailed soft kisses up Kiara's neck. So when she stopped, and Kiara's face fell, accompanied by a sigh, she felt worried. She'd been trying to work on not being as worried at every little thing, but it had become part of her nature after so long.

"Is everything alright?" she asked. Her voice was soft. Warm, but with the smallest hint of concern.

Kiara raised her eyelights to Spectre. "Hm? Oh, yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Because you don't sound like it." She sighed, cupping Kiara's cheek, and smiled into her eyelights. "You said you would tell me if something was wrong, remember?"

Kiara looked away for a moment of silence, then sighed. "I know. It's just, well."

"What is it?"

She looked into the voids that were Spectre's eyes. "I feel like you haven't been as physically intimate with me lately."

"Oh," Spectre whispered. She wasn't wrong. It wasn't as if they weren't physically intimate. Far from it, in fact. Even so, she'd be lying if she said her intimacy with Kiara hadn't become... milder lately. Especially compared to how she was with Tera, or even with Kiara in the past. Spectre's eyes were drawn to Kiara's core, glowing a faint pink.

"I'm sorry, Kiara. I've just been worried about the baby. What if it'd be in danger from us—"

"Spectre," Kiara said. This time, it was her who turned Spectre's gaze back to her eyelights. They were soft, as always, yet there was a hint of something else mixed in. Something that Spectre couldn't quite put a finger on. Still holding Spectre's chin up to her, Kiara took Spectre's other hand, then placed it on the sensitive plating of her core. Her breath hitched for just a moment at the contact, even if it was made by her. Spectre's eyes widened as she tried to look at Kiara's core, but Kiara's hold on her chin remained firm.

"It's fine," Kiara whispered. "Really."

A smile made its way onto the soft silicone of her lips. Her eyelids lowered to give Spectre a look of reassurance that was lacking her usual innocence. The innocence she showed to the outside world, which here in their bedroom, with the two of them only, could be shed.

Spectre thought about it all, before laughing. "Alright. If you say so." That's right. Kiara wasn't a frail girl who you could knock over with a breath. She was strong, adamant, and could be assertive with those around her when she needed to. It was part of what made Spectre fall for her in the first place. Being pregnant wasn't going to change that. Kiara wouldn't let it.

So, Spectre let her worries go, and within an instant, she flipped their position to the side. Kiara yelped at the sudden movement, getting a chuckle out of Spectre, before looking up at her from against the bed. Spectre looked over Kiara. How her blonde hair flowed down her back, framing her face. And how the neckline of the blue sundress she wore served as the perfect frame for the silver snowflake shaped necklace resting against the white of her pristine chassis. She was beautiful. An angel in Spectre's life. An angel whose innocence, like a snowflake's form, could vanish within seconds.

Spectre leaned in, only for Kiara to grab the back of her head and pull her into a kiss, rough and wanting. Her eyes snapped open as she felt Kiara's tongue rolling over hers, the taste of metal filling her senses. She closed her eyes, and returned the almost animalistic act. Her fangs scraped against Kiara's lips, ringing soft moans throughout the sealed chamber of their mouths, desperate to escape.

Kiara's hands trailed down Spectre's head, fingers running through her shadowy hair, making her hum in delight. A tug on the front of Spectre's neck dragged out a moan from her throat, and the familiar sound of a zipper followed. As she felt Kiara unzipping her vest, they parted from their kiss, and the cold air hit her newly exposed skin, making her inhale sharply while she squeezed her eyes shut. When Spectre opened them, she was met with Kiara, grinning like a child who just got away with something naughty, and holding her vest in one hand. She giggled sinfully, tossing the garment away, and looked over Spectre's exposed body. Spectre felt her gaze trail across the curves of her body, and saw them narrow as they met the soft bra around her chest. Spectre gulped as Kiara licked her lips.

But of course, Kiara couldn't have all the fun. Spectre dived in to grace her shoulder with soft kisses. The shivers Kiara made with each pass of her lips delighted Spectre, even more so once she started to trail her fangs across the white metal. She was rewarded with the muffled moans Kiara tried to keep in, and she wanted more. She wanted to hear Kiara break. Her fingers found Kiara's legs, and she started to trail them up the segmented path laid before them. Every dip her nails hit graced her with Kiara's trembling against the invisible restraints that held her down. As Spectre trailed her nails further up, hiking up Kiara's skirt as they did, and exposing her body to the chill of the air, her lips trailed down, fangs scraping a path from her neck to her chest. A harmony of moans echoed throughout the bedroom as Kiara could no longer hold them back. Her core whirred, vents getting ever so stronger as to keep pace.

Spectre, wanting to look at Kiara's face, pulled back, only to be dragged into another kiss, Kiara's leg hooking around her, locking her in place. She didn't resist, happily letting Kiara take control, and submitting to her fully. Kiara's tongue traced over Spectre's lips, so that their form could never be forgotten. She was released, but not let free, as Kiara kept Spectre close. Held in place with their lips just barely touching, Spectre could feel herself breathing in the warm air that traveled through Kiara's system, as Kiara felt Spectre's heavy breaths permeate through her. As they looked into each other's eyes, sharing a single breath, seconds passed, then minutes, before they parted completely at last.

Shaking off the fog from her mind, Spectre went back to work around Kiara's legs. She fully hiked up Kiara's skirt, revealing the metal shell of her hips, pure and white as snow. She traced her nail up its side, then around the rim that connected it to her rubber waist. Tears came from Kiara's eyelights, as she put a closed hand over her mouth, and her core roared out its whirs. She gasped at Spectre pulling away her hand to kiss her passionately for just a brief moment. Spectre moved her attention down. Licking her lips, she drew a trail of kisses along the top of Kiara's hips, making her arch her back, hands firmly pinned to the bed above her.

"Ah~ Spectre~ Oh god~ Ah~ Ah~ Oh god~ Oh!~ Ah!~ Spectre!~ Ah!~"

Spectre didn't stop. She moved down, trailing kisses and hickeys all around Kiara's hips, getting ever so closer to the most sensitive region. She felt Kiara's leg tighten around her. Taking the action as a command, Spectre raised her mouth from Kiara's hips. Then, in a single action, her hands pulled Kiara's down as she kissed the most sensitive area of her hip plating.

"Fuck!~ Spectre!~ Oh god!~ Oh god, Spectre!~"

Hearing Spectre's name cried out was music to her ears. She grazed her fangs against the sensitive plating. Kiara's body jolted, arching her back as much as her restrained body would allow her. An eyelight glitched to a heart while Spectre took the chance to bring up her dress, removing the item entirely. Spectre let go, and looked down at the angel in her presence. Messy blonde hair, markings scattered across her chassis, vents kicked up into full gear to help a core that could be heard whirring from across the room. She was sp beautiful, and Spectre felt nothing but bliss. Kiara's eyelight glitched back to normal, but the white fog across her cheeks remained. She looked up at Spectre's looming figure, and found herself fixated on the bra that covered what little chest Spectre had.

Spectre smiled down at her. "I love you, angel."

Kiara smiled in return. "I love you, too."

Though her core refused to slow down, Kiara's vents had mostly done their job, and she found herself recovering. But there was something that still needed to be done. Kiara waited, studying Spectre's body, her movements, everything. Spectre barely had the time to register Kiara's sinful smile before she found her chance to strike.

A moan, loud and uncontrolled, rang out from Spectre's mouth. Kiara had planted both hands on her chest, and meticulously moved her fingers down, savoring each and every shiver that ran through Spectre's body. She lifted the cups, and trailed her hands up the small mounds. Spectre murmured a moan that yearned for freedom. She could feel Kiara lower her leg, but it couldn't be thought about as every sensitive area on her chest was stimulated.

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah oh, Kiara~ Kiara what~ Oh gods yes~ Kiara please~ Please Kiara!~"

Kiara heard Spectre's begs, but she hadn't gotten her wish yet, so she continued. She wanted Spectre crying out her name, begging her to never stop. A naughty giggle preceded the soft click of Spectre's bra being removed, and her hands brushed back around to her chest, fingers trickling down to where Spectre's nipples would be, if she had them. If just a small bit of pressure there was enough to make Spectre moan without restraint, Kiara could only wonder what noises more could bring out of her.

She placed her index and middle fingers at the top of the area. Spectre's eyes squeezed shut at the touch. She felt Kiara's fingers move down, tracing around the edges of the sensitive area. Kiara could feel Spectre trembling above her, fueling the fire of her desire, her need, to have Spectre cry at her mercy.

"Oh~ Oh fuck~ Oh god, Kiara~"

Once she'd traced down the edges, she repeated the motion upwards. Once Spectre's heavy pants had reached their peak, she pressed her thumb down in the center, causing Spectre to howl in ecstasy.

"Oh, Kiara~"

"Yes?~" Kiara asked, laced with faux softness.

Spectre opened her eyes to look at the sinful display Kiara's face had put on.

"...tease." She chuckled.

"Do you want me to keep going?" Kiara taunted her. Spectre knew what she was doing. But even so—

"...Yes."

Silence.

"...Please... keep going."

The devilish laugh that followed brought grey up to Spectre's cheeks. Kiara hooked a leg around Spectre's hips, and pulled them in while pushing her away. She was laid down by Kiara, who moved her attention to Spectre's hips. She teased Spectre in the way she removed her shorts, exposing her underwear to the world.

"Kiara? What are you doi—"

Spectre's words were cut off by a choked moan escaping her throat. Kiara kissed the most sensitive part of her hips. But she wasn't allowed to recover, as Kiara breathed down on the area, making her entire body tremble. Then she licked it. And then again, and again. Kiara made the act into a rhythm. The sensation of her tongue against Spectre's hips permeated through her body, before she was given permission to settle, only for the sensation to ripple through the moment she was on the brink of recovering.

"Oh~ Ah~ Oh god~ Ah Kiara~ Kiara oh~"

Every word, every noise, added fuel to Kiara's fire. She was pretty sure Spectre didn't even notice her pulling down her underwear. Good.

"Fuck~ Oh shit~ Oh fuck~ Kiara god~ Oh fuck, Kiara~ Oh~ Aah~ Aaah~"

Spectre felt her mind fill with fog. She couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to stop herself. She couldn't think straight. She was too overwhelmed by the sensations to think of anything but them, but Kiara. She felt her knees buckling, her body on the verge of giving out. And as Kiara continued, Spectre only slipped more and more, each motion bringing her further into the fog.

Then, she was ripped out of it as Kiara grabbed her breast. Spectre cried out at the sudden touch. Her other hand reached around to trap Spectre close, hooked around her back. She changed up the rhythm. Spectre now felt the sensation of Kiara's tongue against her bare hips permeate through her, and then right after, the sensation of Kiara's thumb brushing against her breast followed. No longer given a chance to rest, Spectre felt nothing but what Kiara allowed her to.

"Aa!~ Kiara, holy shit!~ Ah god!~ Ah, Kiara, thank~ Thank you, Kiara!~ Oh gods!~ Oh it feels so good!~ Aahh!~ Kiara!~ Kiara!~ Angel!~ Kiara, my angel!~ Oh!~ Ah!~ Oh god!~ I can't take it!~ Oh gods I can't take any more!~ Kiara!~ Oh gods please, Kiara!~ Please!~ I can't take it!~ Please!~"

With one last kiss on her hips and brush on her breast, Spectre cried out in pure bliss. The echoes of her moans brought Kiara satisfaction, demonstrated by a pop as her port opened. Spectre fell limp atop Kiara, panting with a face covered in blush, tears, and drool.

"...Thank you~"

"We're just starting, amour."

[cursed-spectre]

(I am so happy I made Spectre her own character and, more importantly, no longer omniscient. Because it gives things like this where even though I really wish I could have Spectre bring it up and talk with Tera, I like how I can't, since she doesn't know. She might notice Tera not doing as hot, but she doesn't know that's the reason, and so she can't confront her.

It's a weird feeling, being happy that you can't do what you wish you could.)

Cold Turkey

She sat at the bar with Rad. Watching him drink another can of fermented oil and talk about increasingly weirder and weirder things, it was funny, really, or maybe it would have been if she wasn't stone cold sober.

Her hands were shaky as she took another swig of her canteen... it used to be often spiked,and she'd drink until it was numb enough she couldn't feel her joints and back aching but now it was clean and normal and-

Her tail twitched. Rad ordered another drink and kept talking and she wasn't listening anymore...

Her eyes focused on the can, the overly sweet smell of the drink, the phantom taste of it in her mouth and the way it used to be a comfort.

Thinking about Kiara's Dad, Ai, and the baby on the way had made it feel like poison. But it was a poison her body was used to getting enough of to make a normal drone pass out.

She breathed heavy.

"You alright man? Usually you like my jokes."

Oh shit he'd noticed.

"I-Im fine. O-or I will be fine, just... have to power through."

She felt sick, she didn't even quite belive her own words.

"Power through...? Yo you aren't quitting drink cold turkey are you? That's dangerous! Withdrawal can-"

"Destroy your filters. Yeah I know...I regenerate... it won't kill me."

"Is that why you've been more crabby then usual? I thought maybe there was trouble in paradise..."

She growls. "There's nothing wrong."

"Even with Spectre? I thought the whole uh... different species thing might get in the way a little bit, with the no cor-

"RAD! Don't talk about her like that!"

"Agh! Sorry, yup... too much oil. Mouth too loose, I'm done for tonight-'

...

"Still, that explains why you look like shit... you've been talking about quitting for ages, what made you finally do it?"

She sighs, blinking back pain that flared in her joints. "Ai." She says simply. "I'm not going to come home blackout drunk, she doesn't need that... and Kia's had enough of it."

"Props."

"Mm-hm."

"Still stupid to quit cold turkey."

"...Mm-hm..."

"But I know me... this is the only way I'll stop. If I have a drop I won't be able to stop myself."

"I know. You drank at every opportunity. It's why I'm so surprised." He leaned back in the bar chair with his arms crossed. "Which makes me wonder what you're doing for pain now."

She blinks blearily. "Nothing."

"Dude..." Rad puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I support you going dry, but you can't raw dog chronic pain man. You gotta do something, you still have those magnets?"

"...No. I got rid of them too."

"..."

"Fuck man..."

"Does anyone else know you're going in raw?" He asks slowly.

"No."

"You gotta tell them... maybe they can help?"

"I know. I know... I just... I don't know how..."

[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 <:] THEY HAVE BEEN NAMED! See this post

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.

[cursed-spectre]

(Flashback to this cursed snippet)

Roommate.

Derived from a conversation me and @cursed-spectre had about Cassie :3

and my gift to y'all for your patience about my finger :)

Jonah looked at Harlow one day. Cassidy was still on her internship, so it was just him, Harlow, and Kobi. He was getting fond of the little guy and visited sometimes.

But back to the matter at hand. He just noticed that Cassidy was 12 while they were 18... It kind of made her seem like his and Harlow's kid of sorts.

He looked across the bed to where the tangled mess of white hair known as his girlfriend slept. Well as much as she could, given how her tail was always twitching the slightest way. How if she was facing him, he would see her SLEEP MODE screen flicker every so often.

But anyway, on to the main thought on his mind...

"Hey Har?"

"Mh?" Came the non committed reply.

"It's kinda interesting. In a way, Cassidy would kind of seem like our kid."

That woke her up. She sat up straight and looked at him, a gold blush dusting her visor.

"W-what? Why would you say that?"

Jonah smirked. God she was so cute like this...

"Nah because like. Think about it. A twelve year old and two 18 year olds are living together, don't you think that some might get the idea that we adopted her? Or... y'know she does have a similar hair color as me." He added the last part, with a teasing tone.

"No she doesn't." Harlow said quickly, clearly in denial.

"mhm...I think you know she kinda looks like our kid, but you just don't want to admit it."

"S-shut up!" Came the muffled reply as she dove back into the covers.

"She's just our roommate! And our friend." Came the high pitched sound of an embarrassed and blushing Harlow.

Jonah burst out laughing.

[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]

Ai snorts.

Cassidy looks and speaks deadpanned. "Still better than whatever the hell you did with me."

Ai gasps. "You wanna be a kitty? Oh, I'd love that. I'd take care of you, and pet you, and give you lots of attention."

"THE LESSER OF TWO EVILS IS NOT INHERENTLY GOOD!"

@cursed-spectre THE ONE AND ONLY CATSIDY

[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

[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.