#explode my siblings. Badly

[keeps-ache]

physically i feel like i've experienced exhaustion going at least 75 on a side road while i was just chilling and standing next to my own mailbox when it hit me with its stupid 2025 ford f150 But at least my eyeballs aren't itchy :)

[snakes-of-the-undercity]

Today was so great until it wasn’t and I spiralled so hard I’ve found the reason for all my angst yet can do nothing about it for two whole ass years so that’s fucked

[seleneprince]

Jason Todd suddenly having a stepmother and three additional younger siblings out of nowhere, moved into the same house as him. Knowing damn well something is fishy about this marriage, specially coming from the new Mrs Wayne, but not saying anything because Bruce told him to not intervene.

Jason resenting the woman at first, but being uncapable of feeling the same way about the kids, who apparently think he's cool and drag him into playing with them, and well, he can't say no. He doesn't have the heart.

Jason noticing the oldest seems wary of him for some reason, as if she doesn't trust him, but eventually warming up to him when he perseveres in getting her out of her shell.

Jason adoring the three of them, encouraging them to call him "big bro Jay", but having a special bond with the oldest girl, who soon enough becomes his partner in crime in the family. Sneaking out to the kitchen to eat more dessert than they were allowed to, falling asleep together, chasing each other around the manor, playing pranks on the adults. Even getting grounded together.

Jason soaking up all the admiration and affection she shows him, and viceversa. Both low-key teaming up to complain about Dick being kinda an asshole to them. Promising the girl that he'll never leave her, and if she ever needs anything, she can count on "big bro Jay" to help her.

Jason learning even to like his stepmother, who makes homemade snacks for when he goes out with Batman, ruffles his hair while calling him cute nicknames and inviting him to eat at the table with her and her kids as well, as if he's her child too. And he feels guilty but god, he wants it so badly

Jason doubting himself more often that he'd like, admitting once to his beloved little sister that he doesn't feel like he'll ever be like Dick Grayson, only for her to look at him directly in the eyes all confidently and say "You're right, because you're better than him." His eyes getting wet out of sudden and hugging her tightly, as if her warmth alone can erase all his suffering. And it does.

Jason picking them up from school, scaring the shit out of anyone who messes with his little siblings. Carrying their backpacks for them. Telling them that if they ever feel threatened or even worried, don't do anything themselves, tell him instead. Let big bro take care of it.

Jason promising his little sister that he'll always love her, no matter what, and that he'll come back to them even if it costs him. Swearing up and down that he won't ever break her heart.

"We're family, little wing. Nothing can change that. You'll always be my babysister."

Jason loving his little sister more than anything, with all his heart...until his last breath. Dying with the realisation that he broke his promise.

Jason crawling his way back, forever changed. Forever mutated into someone else he barely recognises sometimes. Coming back to Gotham with hands stained in blood and the new weight of his sins on his shoulders. The pain, the fury and the revenge burning his soul until the boy he once was is nothing but ashes.

Jason returning to the manor, painfully aware of the darkness he now carries. That infects his being. Noticing everyone looking at him with wariness, like a bomb about to explode...except someone.

Jason seeing again those familiar eyes, full of warmth and longing, that he thought would never see again. There's no fear in her, no reluctance. No, worst. She's happy. Her eyes light up and runs to him, a bit wary in her steps, but her joy overshadowing everything else. She's unsure, but still reaches out. She still sees the boy who left, not the monster that came back.

Jason feeling too tainted and too guilty to even face her properly, ignoring the pang in his chest at her heartbroken face when he brushes her off. Telling himself he doesn't deserve her affection, not anymore. That he will just corrupt her, curse her by sticking close. Convincing himself that it's for her own good. Because that's what a big brother does. Protecting his little siblings from anything...even from himself.

Jason putting distance between them, pushing her away as much as he can, over and over until he realises she's moving on. That she no longer seeks him out, instead going on with her life and growing up. He's so glad, and so, so proud of her even if he doesn't tell her it fucking breaks him but what he's supposed to do?

Jason still spending time with the rest of the family because it's different with them. They already accepted the boy he once was is dead. They went through shit themselves to somewhat understand his own. They're all soldiers in their own ways, under the bat's shadow. There's no innocence to protect there, no one he can dissapoint. No one that he cares anyway.

Jason convinced that she's safe and better off without him, swallowing the poison threatening to spill out from his mouth when he catches Duke getting cozy with her in all too familiar way, biting his tongue as he looks the other way. That was his spot first, she used to be his, it's not fair it's not fucking fair

Jason forcing himself to not think about it every day....and then seeing her battered body crashed in a dark alley, on top of a car. Covered in bruises and blood and broken. Unresponsive. Not breathing. And he has no fucking idea what happened. Or how. Or why. No one knows, no one can tell him, there's no one to ask. All he knows is that his little sister fell from a fucking window and must've been bleeding alone there until she blacked out. Alone and battered, dying in silence.

Jason realising, with a heartcrushing force, that he fucked up. Astronomically. And it's too late now.

[erwinsvow]

stepbrother!sammy 😍 stepbrother!sammy 😍 stepbrother!sammy 😍 stepbrother!sammy 😍

just catching up on your posts from the past few days and girlie, you 🫵 are a genius 🧠💕

i love u. so bad. stepbrother sammy <3 you're young enough that he always wanted to steer you in the right path, maybe he wanted to avoid you having a rebellious pothead phase like he did. i can imagine when he was a bit younger he'd let you smoke with him to take away the appeal and mystery of it. he thinks he's doing a good thing (and he is) but all that happens is that you remember how badly you wanted him when your inhibitions were lowered. i think his stepsister is the biggest flirt out of all the pairings—knows it's 'wrong' but doesn't care, was always putting the moves on him if they were in the same house. she is very tiny shorts and tank top to bed and then knocking on sammy's door like i can't sleep :/ can we smoke? unfortunately for her, sammy is a good boy who would never interpret it like that. then he becomes a cop and she's all can i touch your gun, sammy? just to hear his lectures staring up at him with big dreamy eyes. i imagine her a bit younger than him and that he really wants to guide her correctly to make sure she goes to college and grad school and all that. it's like as soon as he matured he really really matured in terms of being a big brother to her—tells her to call him if she ever needs to be picked up rather than go home with a strange boy, to never accept a drink you didn't pour yourself, never go out on these streets in these colors at night etc etc. but she just avoids all of that, makes her way to his house on the weekends and after class and prefers being curled up on the couch with him watching a movie than out at a party. unfortunately can imagine her asking sammy to come sit by her so she can lean against him like they used to and tammy is just there like.... ? also unfortunately, in his eyes his little sister can do no wrong so he's just like yeah, of course, kid. it gets to a point where he has enough beers and you are surprisingly soft and sweet smelling and you lean against him like he's not your brother, like he's a boy you're trying to do something with, and maybe you two fall asleep like that a couple of times. when he wakes up and your head is smushes against his chest and the dog is resting at your feet he has to really force himself to get up. oh and of course nate loves you!!! teases sammy about you all the time. that he'll have to chase the boys out of your yard with a stick. it goes to his head of course and the feeling lingers, the uneasy and queasiness that one day you'll bring some idiot twenty something boy home to him and want his approval. some idiot who'll have his hands all over you and that you'll wanna sit next to on the couch for movies and- but then you show up at the station with lunch for sammy because "he eats too much junk" and "i thought this was tammy's job" and then maybe another time with dessert for everyone, wearing a short sundress and all done up. nate asks if you have a date and sammy's heart starts pounding. "no, no, just wanted to come say hi to my big brother." [explodes]

unfortunately you are so secretly happy when tammy cheats on him. you tell him to come live with you in your little one bedroom while he figures out what he's doing—at first he takes the couch but then you hit him with the "that can't be good for your back, sammy" and "there's nothing wrong with siblings sharing a bed, sammy, i don't bite, i promise." but he makes the huge mistake of thinking you'd be normal about it but you wear cute sleep sets to bed that leave little to the imagination and he barely sleeps, trying to make sure he doesn't end up an inch closer to your side. and then one day you come to bed wearing one of his shirts and he wakes up with you pressed against him, so close that he can feel your tits, your hands holding on his arm like a lifeline, his shirt ridden up enough that he can see you only have a skimpy pair of panties on underneath. and he puts his head back so quickly it thuds against the pillow. and then you wake up and rub your hands on his chest and ask him if he wants coffee, like nothing is wrong, like this is normal, and he's just [hard as he's ever been] yeah. sure. just need a minute. eventually you two do fuck because you realize his ultimate fantasy is a housewife thing so you start pulling out all the stops. his favorite dinners, his favorite dessert every night, the game turned on, beer cold in the fridge for him. and then one day he gives you a kiss while you're finishing up dinner and tell him to go shower and you smile at him like this is what you've been waiting for and he drags you by the hair and he's saying all kinds of things about how he's been trying to be good and resist you but he can only handle so much and you've been asking for this so he's gonna give it to you. makes you cum first despite all of that because he doesn't think he can last more than ten minutes once he gets inside of you (he doesn't.) but you go for like three more rounds that night. the last time you try to start stroking him and he tells you to stop because he physically can't anymore but you kiss his neck and tell him you're making up for lost time and well. it works.

[loupy-mongoose]

Mo.

His name was Mo.

He was a friend of my mom and... and the human called Randall. Before I was born, and a few weeks after...

R-Randy and Mo, they... They went to destroy some computers... And they exploded... Randy got really badly hurt... like, mortally hurt...

So Mo...

Mo took his memories... So that he could live...

Mo's memories are gone...

Nico quietly hovered in the white void around them, listening to her story. His expression was unreadable.

So...

So that Mew... Mo...

He's dead...?

Lav rubbed her arm, uncertain where this was going. Yes, pretty much...

I'm sorry, Nico...

Nico went silent for a good while, before sighing.

I would've liked to talk to him... Ask him... why... Why he left... What he was thinking...

But... I guess...

A somber smile appeared on his face.

I still kinda have a family.

If my parent Mew is now your dad...

That kinda make us siblings, right?

Lav looked at him, stunned, before smiling widely.

I guess it kinda does...

I doubt my dad will see it that way any time soon, though.

Nico laughed. At least we can be siblings in spirit, if nothing else.

Lav chuckled, happy at the thought.

How did you find out, anyway? About... Mo...?

I found Mr. Fuji.

Fuji...? He's... alive?

Yeah... We're at his place right now. He... He recognized Daddy's Mew form.

Oh... His brows lowered. ...Huh... That must've been weird for him.

It wasn't fun...

She shook her head suddenly before giving Nico an excited smile.

But, Nico, listen!

We need to set up a place to meet!

His face brightened, a cautious smile appearing. Meet?

My family and I talked things through last night! My mom and dad want to come with me to meet you. But we don't know where...

Nico appeared thoughtful. Not at my home... I'm sorry, but I don't want to risk any of your family being a threat...

I understand, Nico. I figured you wouldn't. That's... kinda why mom and dad want to come with me... They can't tell how much they should trust you without meeting you.

He smiled and nodded in understanding. That's fair too. Baby steps.

Lav.

This... means more to me than you think...

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[deskraven]

About AU Chaos Terran Sideways

Sideways was the second Chaos Terran to be born. In S02E04, Fairmaestro didn't lose the shard while falling, meaning that Cosmos unknowingly dunked him into the water tank with the shard still on him.

Amid the chaos of the water exploding and a new Chaos Terran emerging out of it and Fairmaestro escaping and the Maltos trying to explain the whole situation - Swindle, who has been waiting to steal the shard, managed to escape with the new Terrans using tools he stole from Fairmaestro amid the previous chaos.

Sideways would bring a lot of changes to the story. He is a very skeptical person and doesn't trust anyone - Starscream, the Decepticons, his dumb brother Aftermath, or the boring Maltos - but he doesn't mind pretending to fit their expectations. He was very bothered by the fact that his life is tied to a chaos embershard - something that both the Decepticons and Autobots wanted. He decided to not scan an alt mode before figuring out what he is, feeling safer with his shard hidden, not exposed like Aftermath's.

I'm thinking about making him present in S02E05 and he would be the one to suggest stealing ALL the cave water. (Not to make Aftermath innocent tho - he would happily agree to the idea and think it's a good prank.) Sideways would later show up at the Maltos and supply them with cave water, pretending to be Aftermath's cowardly yet empathetic lackey and earning their trust. Probably would say things like "I don't like what they do... but they are my ✨family✨."

Spitfire's birth and her bodyswap with Twitch and the information she got from the Maltos gave Sideways great progress on his research. He realized a way to escape the terrible fate linked to chaos embershards - to swap body with Thrash. He purposefully scanned the same alt mode.

His alt mode wouldn't have a sidecar because he really isn't a family person. The psychic link disturbed him a lot. The only sibling that he had some appreciation for was Spitfire but the appreciation would die out as he grew more worried about his own fate. Eventually he would stop sharing information with her and try to escape on his own.

Thoughts on his future

I'm thinking that he would try to bodyswap with Thrash but the plan would fail due to the other Maltos interfering, which caused his own death. The reason he grew so worried about his fate and wanted to get rid of the shard so badly was due to discovering chaos energy's connection to Unicron.

Unfortunately, Sideways would be revived by Unicron and forced to work for him, eventually becoming the very well-known dimension hopper Sideways in Armada/TFA/Bayverse/etc. He would eventually come back with the Quintessons in S3. (So in this AU the Chaos Terrans are literally Unicron's spawn lol. I'm thinking about making Sideways and Tarantulas coworkers, though the Tarantulas may not be ES Tarantulas.)

[kodamaghost00]

𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖,𝑽𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒓?

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Fandom: Arcane 2021 (NETFLIX ORIGINAL)

Pairings: Viktor x GN!Reader

Genre: Long-lost Friends to Lovers, Fluff

Summery: After you thought your Best friend died you reunite with him after 12 years of being apart.

Warnings: Loosing close people, Death, Fights, Spoilers EP3, Emotional, Slow burn, forced to move on fast

Word count: 2,4K

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“Viktor! Viktor over here, look at this!!” You are around 11 years old and call out for your best friend. He walks over to you as fast as he can. “What’s going on, Y/N?” He asked cautiously, but then looked at what you pointed out. “I’ve never seen something like that before…”. Now you both stare at a little bug crawling around in the dirt in front of you. You and Viktor watch the bugs and animals around you all the time, but this one... you’ve never seen it before. It had short legs, but the colors were beautiful. “Do you think it’s a new species?” You chuckled. “Well, maybe it is. What shall we call it?” He smiled at you softly. “Hm. I’ll name it sooner or later!” You two watched it crawl away. You stood up and helped him to do the same.

“Let’s go home you look tired…” He just nodded, and you both made your way to the small shed you called home. You both laid down facing each other. “Viktor? Do you think we’ll make it big one day? To the topside, I mean.”. He thought about it but responded calmly back to you, “I know we will. With my brain and your brawn, we make a pretty good team.” You chuckle. “That’s right. Goodnight Viktor…” "Goodnight, Y/N…” and with those last sentences, you two fall asleep.

*BOOM* Something exploded, and your little shed crumbled to pieces. Everything burns, there’s smoke everywhere, you can’t see anything but call out for Viktor. There’s no response. You try to free yourself from the remains of what you called home once, but you’re trapped underneath. There’s no way out. You are in so much pain that you black out. There’s nothing, only darkness. Then the memories of the happy day before came flooding back, and you violently woke up, tucked away in a cozy-looking bed.

“Where am I?” You ask cautiously. Looking around for any enemies you could encounter, the only thing you see is a large man with a beard. "Oh, you’re awake, kid. How are you?” He came closer, and you flinched away. “I’m not your enemy, kiddo. I’m here to help you.” He said reassuringly as he handed you a glass of water to drink. “What happened? Where’s Viktor?!” You asked, looking around to find your best friend again, but to no avail. “Viktor? You’re the only one I found. I’m sorry.” You started to cry, and he came to hug you. You cried on his shoulder for a while until you calmed down. “Do you want to stay with me? I assume you don’t have family here.” You nodded quietly and held his hand, not wanting to let go. Then another man came into the room. He was big and scary-looking but had a rather friendly aura. "HAHA, Vander is gonna be a dad now? That’s something I never thought was possible!” The man shouted. “Shut it, Benzo…” he said, rubbing his nose bridge. You only giggled at that, maybe your new life won’t be that bad after all.

From that day on, Vander was like your dad. He taught you how to fight. How to defend yourself. How to protect the ones you love… You didn’t even notice the 12 years that went by. Now you basically have 4 younger siblings. VI,Powder,Mylo and Claggor. You were the best role model for them, and they looked up to you. You trained with them and taught them valuable lessons. Especially VI, she was young and naive, but you knew that she only wanted the best for your family.

Then the tragic day came. Silcos people attacked you guys, and not only Vander, your beloved father, but also Mylo and Claggor died during that incident. You fought with them, but to no avail, the shimmer was too powerful. You got hit badly by one of silcos men, you didn’t know what happened to VI and powder before your body gave in and you blacked out. “Is that what happens again…? I don’t want to die. I don’t want them to die! NOT AGAIN!” The next thing you know is that you woke up in a fancy-looking hospital.

You woke up in shock and looked around, panting, “VI? POWDER?! WHERE ARE YOU??” Then someone calmed you down. “ You looked down at the creature that’s trying to help you. “A... a furball…?”. Heimendinger was amused by your comment. "Well, I wouldn’t say a furball, but that’s a fair assumption.”. He laughed. “Where am I? Who are you? Where are my siblings?!” You asked frantically, starting to panic again. “Calm down, young one. I’ll explain.” He took a deep breath as you went quiet again. “You’re in a hospital right now. I am the head of the council, Heimendinger. And your family…” he frowned. “Where are they?! My sisters!?” You asked in a demanding manner. “The chief enforcers told me you were the only one found alive… I’m sorry.” You were so shocked that the fact didn’t register at first. Then you cried. You were sobbing hysterically into your own hands. You didn’t process the fact that all your loved ones died. ‘Once again? I thought I got stronger? I wasn’t able to do anything…’ The pain was talking out of you, and you thought it should’ve been you, not your beloved family. Under your sobs, you managed to form one sentence. “What am I going to do now?” Heimendinger looked at you with the most heartbreaking expression anyone ever gave you. “If you want to, you could become my assistant. I already have one that’s been with me for a while now, but... I don’t think another one would hurt.” He said this to you while resting his hand on your shoulder. You looked at him again, not realizing what he said completely, but you nodded. The chance to help someone… you won’t throw that away. That’s what dad would’ve wanted, after all.

Heimendinger sat by your side for a long time before asking you something again. “How old are you, my child?” “I am 23, sir…” you responded hesitantly. You knew Heimendinger wasn’t a threat, but opening up to strangers was even harder now. “23… so young. Yet you had to go through all of the misery. I’m really sorry for you, child. I’ll leave now, we will discuss the more serious details tomorrow. Please take care!” He waved you goodbye and left the room. Now it’s just you. Alone. In a hospital bed in Piltover. All the events came flooding back, and you cried again. So hard that you cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning arrives sooner than you wanted. The sun is coming through the window, and with a clear sky, you sit up and pinch your nose bridge. “Such a headache...” you whispered to yourself. As you stretched out. You glanced at the nightstand beside your bed. “A letter?” You take the letter and open it gently, and it reads:

Dear Y/N,

When I came to visit you again, you were dead asleep! I didn’t want to disturb your peaceful sleep, so I decided to write this letter instead. I asked one of the nurses when you could go out again, and they told me you could go today. Talk to a nurse before heading out to my office later,alrighty?

P.S. . The clothes are also for you, so you blend in a little better.

In best regards, Heimendinger!

You chuckled at the fact that Heimendinger wrote you a whole letter just for you to sleep a little longer.

You still mourned a lot about your family, though, so it's understandable that you weren't the happiest. You put on the clothes he gave you and went out of the room to call a nurse, and one came rushing to you.

"H-Hey! You can't just stand up like that!!" She rushed over to you, helping you back to your room. "I feel better. Can I go now?" You ask, wanting to go out of here as soon as possible. "Oh, you're the one that heimendinger favorites... what's your name? So I can look you up in the system." She pulls out a device you never saw before. "It's Y/N". "Last name?" She was a bit confused. "Don't have one." You snarled back a bit. She looks confused but enters your name anyway. "Ah! Y/N! Wait a second!" She rushes out and comes back with a small bag in her hands. "Take one of them per day it's best if you do it right after breakfast." You looked at the bag suspiciously but nodded. "Thanks." And you're on your way out. "Rude..." the nurse whispered to herself.

You totally forgot to ask the nurse where heimendingers lab is, so you wander around the halls of the academy. “Why is this place so big…” You looked around and admired all the pretty painted walls, amazing wooden floors, and bright chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. When you were focusing on the big windows next to you, you ran into someone. "Fuck, I’m sorry… I should’ve looked where I was-“ you were cut off as you looked at the man in front of you. Tall, flawless brown hair and a cane. You stare a little too long, and he asks, “Are you okay?”. You nod “I’m sorry… You just remind me of someone who I was close with a long time ago.” He doesn’t respond until you ask something. “Excuse me, but where is heimendingers lab? I was supposed to meet him.”. He looks a bit surprised but points in one direction. With a thick accent, he says, “Turn left around that corner. It’s the third door; you won’t miss it.”. You thank him and walk away. You can’t shake the feeling that this man you were talking to was Viktor. But no… He was dead, right? There’s no chance that he’s here…

You couldn’t think about it longer as you stepped into heimendingers lab. It looked scary but fascinating at the same time. “You wanted to see me, sir?” You say this as you quietly close the door behind you quietly. “Ah! Y/N! Just in time, young one.” He smiled as he stood up from his chair. A little horned furball barks at you happily. "Oh, you just missed my other assistant! He’s bringing us some papers for you to fill out so we can make your employment official!” He says he is smiling. He seems super happy that you’ll work with him soon, he has high hopes for your future.

Then Viktor comes into the room after a few minutes. And heimendinger brings you two closer. “Y/N, that’s Viktor, my assistant for years by now. Viktor, that’s Y/N, the second assistant that will work with us from now on. I hope you two will be a good team from now on!” Heimendinger says, and the room falls silent. “Y/N…?” Viktor said it with a shocked expression. “Yes Viktor?” You smile at him, and he lets his cane fall to the ground, running into your arms as best as he could. You knew that must’ve took everything within him... “I thought you died… I’m so sorry for not recognizing you earlier. You’ve grown so much I…” he said as His eyes widened, his voice shaking. "No, no Viktor… Please don’t apologise…” you say as you go through his fluffy hair, and you both have a very emotional moment. Heimendinger notices and leaves the room quietly. “I have missed you so much… I’ve been searching for you for so long…” you say softly, hugging him deeply as you missed him and partly for his support. “What happened to you that day?” He said this as he stood up straight again, stumbling over his own feet. You grab his cane and hand it to him. “How about we talk about that in peace later? We have so much to talk about…” you declared, but Heimendinger opened the door again and chimed in. "Oh, young ones, you can take the rest of the day off if you please…”. You wanted to protest, but he cut you off and sent you two away.

Now you both are on your way to Viktor's lab since you don’t have your own home yet. As you both walk next to each other, an uncomfortable silence is in the air, so you try to ease it a bit by trying to hold his hand. Just like in old times, he takes it gladly, and you both walk to his room. With a pink hue on his face, he closes the door behind you. “You have a lovely lab.” You try to start a conversation with something small. As you sit down on the couch he had in there, Viktor does the same and looks at you. “Thank you… I appreciate it. What happened that day, Y/N? I haven’t thought of anything else since that day… It’s haunted me ever since.” He says straight up, not wanting to let any more time pass. “There was an attack near our home. I called out for you, but you didn’t answer, so I thought…” You go silent, and he notices that you assumed he was dead. “I went to our home every day to look for you. I missed you so much.” You feel your tears well up. He suddenly spoke up. “One of the enforcers took me with them. The attack was so intense that I blacked out on the spot. Heimendinger raised me. I’m sorry that I left you like this…” You listen to him but nod. “I had a good family as well… but they…” You started to cry now, giving in to your emotions, and Viktor hugged you, noticing that you had lost important people once again… “I’m here now... I’m here for you, Y/N. And I will never leave again.” He pulls you in, hugging him even deeper. His presence is so comforting that you let it all happen. “We’re together again… that’s all that matters now…” he says caressing your hair, kissing your head gently. You leans his head on yours and burry your face into his chest gently. “Thank you, Viktor… I’ve missed you so much…”. “I think you should rest now… It’s been a long week for you…”. You nod and fall asleep on his chest. Quickly, before you fell asleep, you heard his voice saying one last thing that made your heart bump like crazy.

"Goodnight, Y/N… I love you.”

You wanted to answer, but your body caved in, and you fell asleep.

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A/N: Hello and thank you for reading this short story that came into my mind! It’s my first time writing out my thoughts out actually so please don’t be too harsh on me. I’m so excited for S2 and I think many of my fellow Arcane fans are as well. Have a great Day/Night and goodbye!

[rotting-ink]

back again w my mean!Royal × Aide propaganda bc after i sent that ask i started thinking abt it MORE and your reaction just encouraged me, so rlly its your fault im spamming your inbox /j

a Royal who starts affectionately and derogatorily calling the Aide their "pet" or "toy" or "fuck doll" in private. starts flirting w other ppl just to watch the Aide beat them up, and realizes that the sight makes them insanely horny. when the anger and hatred that started all of this begins to slowly shift into something else, but they know at this point the Aide probably hates them, and isn't that more fun anyway?

decides one day that the Aide deserves a reward. they've been so good to the Royal after all, and they both know that it's been soo long since the Aide had proper relief, don't they? so one day while the Aide pleasures them w their mouth the Royal slips one foot in-between the Aide's legs. smiles at the confusion and surprise that causes the Aide to stop what they’re doing. innocently asks the Aide what the problem is? tells them to keep going, that this is their reward for being such a good toy, and if the Aide doesn't finish what they started the Royal would have to punish them instead...

and now the Royal can directly feel all the ways that pleasuring them affects the Aide. they do nothing more than press their leg against the Aide's genitals, and the Aide starts to unconsciously hump back against their leg, letting out little breathless gasps against the Royal's cunt/cock, redoubling their efforts to have this humiliation end faster. but the Aide can't really help themself, not after so long, days and days of teasing and frustration without relief, they feel like they're about to explode and before they know it they're humping the Royal's leg like a dog, cumming in their pants and moaning the loudest they ever did in the presence of their master the Royal, who keeps using their open mouth while patting their head and telling them how good they are

alternatively, during one day when the Royal has been particularly insatiable. they've already cum at least twice, and still whine saying it's not enough, until they finally push the Aide on the bed and start humping/fucking their thighs. and it's already quite the precarious situation for the Aide, who's already quite "excited" themself, when in this new position the Royal has many more chances to "accidentally" brush against the Aide's sex. be it by rubbing against it with their dick while fucking the Aide's thighs, or pressing their own thigh against the Aide's crotch while riding them. they can't help it, when the stimulus becomes almost constant, and they already feel like they're going crazy... they cum without permission

the Royal cooing at them when it happens, asking if they pushed their doll too far? while still chasing their own pleasure, being even rougher and more desperate now, looking at the Aide with hungry eyes as they start to squirm in overstimulation. say that that's against the rules and now they need a punishment, don't they? keeps going even after they cum, determined to wring out as many orgasms out of the Aide as they can, until they're begging the Royal to stop. makes them keep wearing their soiled uniform for the rest of the day

and if Pavel finds out this is how their sibling is treating one of his friends, if he tries to chastise the Royal abt it. well, the Royal will simply laugh to his face, say that the Aide was a gift, wasn't it? well, it's their toy now, and they get to treat it however they want. if Pasha dislikes it, he shouldn't have given them such a fun little fuck doll to torment

also the possibilities of the Aide finally having enough... one day just deciding to turn the tables, use their superior strength to get the Royal on their back and take what they want so badly... it won't happen, ofc, the Aide is a professional after all. but it is an increasingly enticing fantasy, to put that spoiled brat in their place... which is also something the Royal wants to happen. at the start that was kind of their plan, to get the Aide to lose their job and leave them alone, but now... well, now it would just be a bonus, really. now they're starting to think they don't want the Aide to belong to anyone else

Once more. No notes. I’m just sitting back with rum in a coconut and a wee umbrella. Observing

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Intermission AU minch siblings hits me in a VERY deep core of my heart, thank you for writing them as the absolute TRAGEDY they are, despite Porky's actions.

YOU'RE WELCOME AND THANK YOUUU, WWAAAAAA

they're so much like. the tragedy of a broken home, cycles of abuse, how badly an abusive family can fuck up their kid(s). itoi once talked in an interview about how, though m3 porky does become a Truly Evil Villain, psychologically he's still just a child, he probably only turned out the way he did 'cause his parents were so awful to him... i love unraveling that, esp in an AU setting where he's got no godlike sci-fi powers enabling him to break away from the reality of it all. dude has to become an actual adult, and exist in the same world as his family, whether he likes it or not 🥲!!! versus agnes, who's gotta outgrow her upbringing and cope with it either way - but here she's at least got the chance to reconcile with her brother. i think about how picky is the Only character at the end of earthbound who seems worried about porky, and seems to want him back, and i wanna explode into a million little pieces. even if he was mean & shitty to her, his sudden permanent absence would definitely just make her sadder & lonelier, like?? porky's the One other person who knows what it was like growing up in that house 😭. the potential for what could've been if only these two got to meet again & mature as people & sort out the trauma they suffered together is making me coocoo bananas i'm afraid. i'm so happy to hear it's resonating with you & others as well!

HAHA OOPS that's long! sorry for party rocking. here's an emo drawing of them. thank you for attending minchcon 2025!!!

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In another life, I'm a californian boy from san Diego w a younger sibling and a father that's in the military and was obsessed with making us learn how to survive in the wilderness and then the odin strikes suddenly, ruining the whole ass country and making my own hometown a fucking no mans land which resulted to me and my little brother having no choice but to join the military. Then ten years later me and my brother went for a scouting the front lines (?) and my little brother fucking exploded a chopper and ive never been so proud of him. Later went back into the base to see my dad and then got sent to no mans land to see what the hell is going on in there and heard that a man named rorke is targeting the ghosts and currently have one in his grasp so me logan and our new dog (yay!) went to escape then got into a situation where wolves were involved. But its okay i saved my little brother from the wolves along with our new dog, then two strange men helped us ?!? And knew what our names was?!? Then we got pulled into a mission to help them escort their man out, which ended with a bad ending. Me and my brother later then escaped in a chopper where my little brother got to play with their guns, and (i think) i got to fly the chopper! (??) Went back to base, it was getting attacked by the feds! We immediately went to rescue our dad, and hes nowhere in the burning building. My brother almost got stabbed but i killed the man just in time, but he's injured. Then the ceiling broke!!!! Two men suddenly roped down to us and rescued us!!! But our dad was still nowhere and could be in the burning building!!! I fought against the man and was manhandled BADLY where i was slammed on the chopper door, just to find out that my dad... Is the captain of the elite task force STALKER also known as the ghosts... Screw you dad! For scaring us!

Oh no! Dad got killed! Now im hunting down rorke no matter what!! For justice! Ignored merrick and demanded the odin to strike me down if im lying! Oh no! The train came crashing down into the beach! But thats okay because we got him! Hit his head with an extinguisher and threw my brother a bullet to kill him! It went through him but also got into me! We almost drowned!! But my brother got my back, he saved my life from drowning!

...but he got kidnapped by the same guy we almost succeeded in killing. Screw you rorke!

[gimmeyourlovepls]

Jealousy

summary: you and the other Baudelaire siblings are on the Queequeg, and seeing Fiona all touchy feely with Klaus makes your blood boil. So, you write your feelings out, but you didn't know that he would read them.

a/n: hi! Was rewatching asoue and the ideas just exploded. Side note, normally you, the reader, at least in this one-shot, are very clingy to Klaus, always hugging him and holding his hand. Anyway, read!

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You sat on a chair, staring at Klaus and that girl that is currently too close to him. You wanted to push her away so badly, to hold Klaus and drag him away, but you weren't his girlfriend, and you probably never would be with the way he's falling for literally every girl who's not you, starting with Isadora and now Fiona. Getting up, you walked to the chambers that Fiona gave you to sleep and found your journal, right on top of your bed.

Before Uncle Monty's horrible death, you and him got pretty close and you told him about your love for writing, so he gave you one of his empty journals and told you to write every once in a while and come show him. You never got to show him a single one.

Picking up the pen that you always put on the notebook, you started to write angrily, your hand moving so fast the ink becam sligthly smudged.

Why is Klaus touching her so much, being touched by her so much? I should be the one clinging to him, okaying and helping him with his ideas, touching his arm, smiling at him, kissing him. The idea of Fiona and him makes me sick. Why should she and her stupid submarine come and steal Klaus away? But, if he really likes her, I'll go along, I'll smile when they say they're dating, giggle at every time she makes him flustered, and I'll cry at there wedding, although the tears will not be ones of joy. When they have their first kid, I'll hold them happily, smiling at how they have his eyes, his beautiful, shining, kind, intelligent eyes that I could lose myself in, and I have. And I'll cry myself to sleep every night, alone because I can't imagine myself with anyone else but him.

You finished writing, pen ink slightly staining your palms and fingertips. Reading over what you just wrote, a sense of dread and disgust filled you. How could you write this about another person? Without another thought, you ripped the page out, crumpling it and throwing it somewhere it would not be seen for hopefully a long time.

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Frowning, you were lost in your own mind, drowning in your thoughts as Violet talked about something to do with the machinery. "...what do you think, Y/N?" You look up, confused. "O-oh, yeah, sure!" She looked at you with a stange look. "I just asked you if you'd eat glue with apples? What's wrong Y/N?" Sighing, you sat up straight. "Nothing, just... do you think that Klaus likes Fiona?"

You saw the gears turning in her head before she smiled, and you immediatley regreted your question as she started speaking. "You like Klaus!" The way you looked away from her said everything she needed to know. "Y/N, you should tell him!" "Do you see the way he smiles around her? I don't stand a chance!" You frowned, thinking about Klaus and Fiona. Violet smiled kindly, taking your hands in hers. "I'm gonna be honest with you, my brother is not always the brightest when it comes to love. I think he'll accept you."

"Accept you for what?" You looked up quickly, and saw Klaus holding a book and a... crumpled piece of paper? Thankfully, Fiona wasn't around him for once. "Y/N has something she wants so ask you." You gave Violet a glare, but she just smirked and waited for you to speak. "I u-um, wanted to ask you... where Sunny is! Yeah, I n-need to see Sunny..." Klaus gave you a funny look, a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher, and said, "She's just in the kitchen, helping out." Getting up quickly, you gave Klaus a kiss on the cheek as a thank you, and walked to the kitchen, still pondering what Violet said. You always gave him a hug or kiss on the cheek, but that one was different. You tried to convey all your feelings in it, even though he wouldn't be able to tell.

Taste testing Sunny's food will make you feel better.

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A whole bunch of stuff had happened in a suprisingly short amount of time, and long story short, you were about to escape Count Olaf for the umptenth time in the Queequeg with Sunny, Klaus and Violet, and Fiona was leaving to follow her brother, which was the hook-handed man who was an associate of Count Olaf. All the information was making your head spin, but you didn't need to focus on that right now.

Klaus was trying to convice Fiona to stay, and you honestly were not as happy as you thought she would be at her leave. As he grabbed her arm, she leaned in for a kiss, which you could see from a mile away, but what you weren't expecting, was for Klaus to turn his face, so it was only a kiss on the cheek. Fiona left, Klaus having a solemn look on his face.

As Violet powered on the submarine and you were putting down Sunny, Klaus took your arm and dragged you to an empty room. You looked up at him in confusion, gasping softly as he pushed you down on a chair in the room, and as you stared at his face, you still couldn't tell what he was feeling.

He took out a piece of paper, it slightly crumpled, but you could still see the writing, and as you squinted slightly, you realized it was yours. Oh crap.

"Y/N, do you know what this is?" He said, holding it in front of you. "A-a piece of paper?" You muttered soflty, not wanting to actually say what it was, even though you knew exactly what it was, and who wrote it. "Don't play dumb with me Y/N." Under his glare, your head fell down as you looked at a "very" interesting stain on the floor. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for anyone to see it, especially not you... I just wrote it while I was angry, it doesn't mean anything!" You rushed to explain yourself, still scared to look him in the eye.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you worked up the courage to look up at him. He was... smiling? Suddenly, laughter bubbled out of his chest, and he was giggling. Ok, what the hell?

"D-do you seriously think I would ditch you for a lady I just met?" He chuckled. "...maybe." He pulled you up into a hug. "Y/N, I have known you for almost my whole life. I could never. ...and I might have a slight crush on you as well." You grinned, blushing. Maybe your feelings weren't one-sided after all.

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a/n: when i tell u i hate this so much. ill just post it.

[noitsbecky127]

rebecca watches ds9: civil defense

hello miles!

and jake!

do you really want to outright delete the files? hopefully they’re backed up somewhere. deleting things permanently always bites you in the ass in fiction

jesus fuck that’s 131 fahrenheit

oh this is about to go to shit isn’t it

yep it’s going to shit!

of course it has that contingency. how are they gonna get out of this one

it would be too easy if odo could fix this, so he will not be able to fix this

how the fuck did quark get cardassian security clearance

ok they seem to have gotten the contingency to stop, but we’re only 7 minutes in so i don’t think that’s the end of it

wonder why that random file was what triggered it anyway

hard to surrender to cardassian security when there is no cardassian security

dukat shut the FUCK up challenge

you got this jake

oh shit time’s up

idk what that gas does but it is probably bad!

good thing they escaped just in time!

of course there’s a contingency for escape. should’ve seen that one coming

I wonder if maybe garak could help

oh comms are down aren’t they

this is murphy’s law in action right now

“time for a less subtle approach” *grabs gun*

LMAO was pointing it at julian really necessary? she definitely did not need to do that

if the field’s there to protect ops then there ought to be a way to shut it off from in there

three years? but we’re barely into season 3

what am i doing, trying to make sense of trek’s timelines is a fool’s errand. you measure that shit with your heart

oh god quark and odo are locked in together. this is gonna be fun

i love their dynamic so much. they’re so fucking funny

i cannot figure out what the siskos and miles are trying to do here. are they hoping to break the door down

ah. new plan. explode the door open. that’s as good of a strategy as any

oh jadzia’s hands look painful

good thing julian’s here!

why is julian always in ops? why is he not in the infirmary? what exactly is he doing up there?

stop making me hear dukat’s voice

yep i was right! garak is here and capable of helping! hopefully he will do so. for his boyfriend if nothing else

ok he can’t fix this but he can probably do SOMETHING

unfortunately destroying the life support systems will also kill everyone

“that gives us twelve hours to regain control of this station” and then what’s your plan for the life support? regaining control of the station will not help you to not suffocate!

“in all likelihood i am dead” god i fucking wish

well, i guess two hours is better than five minutes!

wait I want to know more about quark’s dad

i want to know about his family in general actually. knowing star trek he and rom could have like five more siblings lmao

how many ferengi has odo met? aside from the main three not many have come aboard ds9

“can i have the phaser back? 🥺” “no 😤”

oh yay technobabble time

hopefully the technobabble will save them!

the girlfriends are off, now it’s just the boyfriends

I love them so much

LEVEL 4???

THAT GUY JUST GOT FUCKING DISINTEGRATED WHAT THE SHIT

WHY IS DUKAT HERE NOW

DUKAT FUCK OFF AND DIE CHALLENGE

oh christ what are his demands gonna be

leave garak alone!

i bet dukat’s homophobic

oh yeah no he is just ITCHING to call garak a slur. he wants so badly to be homophobic but that would require the show to acknowledge the existence of gay people

no dukat, ds9 really doesn’t need a permanent cardassian presence

kira is so hot when she’s being intimidating

damn it’s already been 90 minutes? time moves fast around here

OH MY GODDDD

i’m losing my shit here. this is the most on-brand thing to ever happen to dukat. get fucked

unfortunately now no one can stop the self-destruct

the fact that dukat isn’t allowed to say homophobic slurs has reduced him to saying “tailor” like it’s an insult

how are they gonna solve this in the next 25 minutes

perhaps the siskos and miles will be able to fix it

garak to dukat: she gay dude stop it lol

“i should have executed you years ago” “oh you tried, remember?” GARAK MY BELOVED

this is like a fever. they’re demolishing this station in the hopes that they’ll get the self-destruct before it gets them

I’m not entirely sure what Dukat just did but it seems to have worked!

the siskos and miles are gonna save the day!!!

wonder why odo’s forcefield is separate from the others

ah yeah, that makes sense, the cardassians would rather just let him die

that’s a fuckton of rubble

oh god what is it now

oh that does not look good

oh shit miles!

keep going sisko you only have like two minutes

jake saves the day?

jake saves the day!!!

the reactor overloaded but the station remains intact, so ig whatever they were doing there worked

“a self-important con artist who’s nowhere near as clever as he thinks he is” yeah that’s pretty accurate

i love odo roasting quark

[zeke-fanfucs]

So uuhhh, I made two! @solzticesoulz!! I really love Wildfire. And I’m here to return her! Thank you for letting write about her love life and a little adventure on how she would have met Devlin.!

Love, Welding, and Other Dangerous Things

Wildfire x Devlin | Featuring Albus & Faithful | Nervous Romance, Sibling Shenanigans, & Emotional Wisdom

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Devlin stared at the half-finished weapon on his bench, lips pressed in a line. It wasn’t big or flashy—it was sleek, precise, the kind of blade Wildfire would admire for its balance and potential for stabbing.

He was welding a pattern into the handle now: a streak of flame that curved into the shape of a bird’s wing.

Because he was in love with her.

Because words failed him when she smiled at him like that, with embers in her hair and mischief in her voice. And if he couldn’t say it, he’d show it—with something made of steel and his heart.

“What is that?”

Albus leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching him like a lion watching a bunny fumble with a flamethrower.

“It’s a knife,” Devlin muttered, “for Wildfire.”

Albus squinted. “You’re giving your girlfriend a weapon?”

“She’s not my girlfriend. I’m—gonna ask her. With this.”

Albus let out a low whistle. “Damn. You are in love-love with Sparks”

Devlin groaned. “Please leave.”

“Nope. This is brother territory now.” Albus sat down, grabbed a wrench, and gestured grandly. “What you gotta do is—”

“Absolutely not.”

“—wear something sleeveless so your arms pop. Then walk up to her real casual and say, ‘If you think this blade’s hot, wait ‘til you see the guy who made it.’”

Devlin stared. “How are you not single?”

Albus grinned. “Muscles. Duh.”

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Meanwhile…

Faithful set two steaming cups on the table and slid one across to Wildfire. They sat on the porch, sun starting to dip low over Springrock’s endless sky

“Thought we should talk,” Faithful said.

Wildfire blinked. “Oh? Did I blow up someone important?”

“No. This is about Devlin.”

Wildfire’s brows rose. “…He’s okay, right?”

Faithful smiled gently. “He’s fine. Nervous. Welding something he hopes doesn’t explode when he gives it to you.”

Wildfire snorted. “Adorable chaos nerd.”

Faithful leaned forward slightly, her eyes serious now. “You love him?”

Wildfire looked into her tea. “Yeah. I think I do- no, I know I do”

“Then you need to understand something,” Faithful said. “York men… they’re stupid.”

Wildfire burst into laughter. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“I mean emotionally stupid. They don’t know how to say things. They think protecting us means never needing anything in return. Devlin will bottle things up until he breaks something—or himself. And you’ll have to catch him every time.”

Wildfire sobered. “That sounds… familiar.”

Faithful gave a knowing smile. “Because Albus is the same. He flirts like it’s a shield and runs from feelings like they’re on fire.”

“So I get the brainy one and you get the walking disaster?”

Faithful chuckled. “Technically, we both got disasters. Mine just yells more.”

They both laughed, leaning into the quiet peace of mutual understanding.

Faithful said, “It’s not easy loving them. But if you can take the hits—if you can be their stillness in the chaos—it’s worth it.”

Wildfire’s hand glowed faintly, warm gold at her fingertips. “Then I’ll build him something that doesn’t blow up for once.”

“That’s real love,” Faithful said, sipping her tea.

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Back in the shop, Devlin nervously held the finished blade. Albus leaned against the wall, arms crossed, pride and mischief in his grin.

“Good luck, bro.”

Devlin sighed. “If this goes badly, I’m blaming your genes.”

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The Fugly Cat Incident

How ( I think) Wildfire Met Devlin | Springrock Market | Soft Beginnings, Embers, and Terrible Plushies

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The Springrock Market buzzed like always—vendors yelling over one another, steam rising from food stalls, the scent of spice and metal drifting thick through the air. It was a haven for stolen goods, salvaged gear, and handmade trinkets that probably weren’t cursed. Probably.

Wildfire wandered aimlessly through the chaos, hands in her coat pockets, a thin trail of ember-light flickering from her hairline as she walked. The silence gnawed at her.

No little feet trailing behind her. No bots tugging at her coat. No runaways to teach how to wire a detonator

Just quiet.

She hated quiet.

She stopped in front of a sad little stall stacked with faded crafts—scrap dolls, hand-stitched bags, knotted bracelets. Her gaze landed on a hideous stuffed cat.

It was lumpy. One eye was a button, the other was drawn on. The stitching looked like it was done with fishing wire. It was perfect.

She smiled and reached out.

So did someone else.

Their hands bumped—hers gloved, calloused, and warm. His was metal, fine-tuned with the care of someone who understood machines better than people.

They both paused, fingers resting on the same abomination of a plush.

Wildfire turned to see him. Broad shoulders, tired eyes, hair tied back like he’d done it in a rush. There was soot on his cheek and grease on his sleeve. His eyes flicked up to hers—startled.

He was handsome.

Like, unfairly handsome.

“Oh,” she said, lifting her brows with a crooked grin. “Didn’t expect a battle over the ugliest thing in the stall.”

Devlin blinked. “It—uh. My kid likes ugly things.”

Wildfire laughed. “You have a kid?”

Devlin hesitated. “Sort of. I mean. She’s not mine biologically. I… adopted her with someone. Not romantically. Just… together. Not together together.”

Wildfire tilted her head. “So you’re not… with them?”

His face flushed. “No! No, I’m… I’m single.”

Why did he say that? He didn’t need to say that. Why was he still talking?

She was still smiling. Amber eyes glowing like lit coals. She picked up the cat and gently handed it to him.

“She’s got taste, your kid. Fugly’s a kind of charm, you know.”

He cleared his throat. “Kerano. Her name’s Kerano. She, uh, adopted me more than I adopted her, honestly.”

Wildfire’s smile softened. “Sounds like a good kid.”

“She is.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve been… out of town. Trying to make it up to her.”

Wildfire looked at the stuffed cat and then back at him. “I think she’ll love it. It’s got that ‘ugly but loved’ energy.”

He laughed, short and surprised, and she liked the sound of it.

“You got a name?” she asked, hands back in her pockets.

“Devlin York.”

She paused. “York, huh? One of those Yorks?”

“Unfortunately.”

She chuckled. “I’m Wildfire.”

He blinked. “That your actual name or…?”

“Close enough.”

They stood there for a beat longer than necessary. The air around them warm, not just from the heat.

She gestured at the cat. “Well, Devlin York. Go spoil your daughter. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

He nodded. “I hope so.”

As she walked away, Devlin stood there holding the stuffed cat and wondering what just happened.

He could already hear Albus’s voice in his head:

“You told her you were single before you told her your name? Gods, you’re worse than me.”

[afterimages-again]

wandering island

was inspired by the concept art for Echo Island, Luzhan Liu’s in-the-works graphic novel. It’s awesome if you like dystopian bizarre eldritch-creatures-in-otherwise-normal-human-settlements type of art. My eyes got wonderfully goopy just looking at them, please check them out if you wanna.

no storyline yet - but Cass, and her siblings in all but blood, live on Wandering Island, that’s in the middle of nowhere and populated with creatures that range from docile to predatory.

Plus they have cool helmets. And a lot of fish. And Stephanie:

Steph finds it much easier to kill particularly threatening creatures more than Cass. This is not because of a difference in prowess.

Here’s a sketch + final more refined sketch (can’t lineart I will literally explode into fireworks):

Ideas for Jason and Tim, because I don’t really know what to do with them yet:

Jason gets his half his face burned/bitten off really badly when he gets older. Since there are an overwhelming amount of mannequins scattered in the abandoned buildings around the island, Tim helps to graft half a plastic face onto him.

Cass and different fits:

This was more a spur of the moment kind of thing, but I keep rotating it in my head and it’s getting unproductive. Doing my best to properly express them into words and pictures.

[brawnsleloenigmadoublesonic]

Sentinel freak here!! This is gonna get kinda fucking out there

You know how most soundwaves have the cassetticons right? Symbiotes, whatever the continuity calls them? Regardless of what you call them, I fucking LOVE the idea - one guy turns out to be several?? YEAH!!

So I’m turning Sentinel into that. Say it’s part of project Safeguard, instead of turning the jettwins into a combiner, maybe they just were too damaged by the accident that allowed Preceptor to experiment on them

They had scraps and so reformatted the twins into some sort of minicons, and Sentinel into their carrier

Since Safeguard and Sentinel (the words) are both connected to protection of something, maybe Sentinel is reformatted into something similar to a gun or cannon and the twins into bullet minions or cannonballs (rotund little fucks <33)

Ofc Sentinel remains milfy obv, but he’s drastically changed - I’m thinking a lot slimmer (so much mass had to go! TFA doesn’t have a lot of mass displacement, most mass distribution - Longarm is super super thick in comparison to shockwave bc all of shockwave’s extra plating going to his thighs)

Maybe Sentinel is more similar to Soundwave after Percy got to him, Sentinel is very loud, maybe he’s now an artillery weapon, a sonic weapon, or a trebuchet type similar in frame to Longarm (bigger. Big mama)

Either way, now the jettwins live inside Sentinel (maybe they are in his hips/thighs instead of in a cassette dock bc sentinels not a cassette player!) if they are in his thighs/hips Sentinel could cock a hip to eject a twin, load him up in like. A cannon either reminiscent of Megatron’s fusion cannon or in similar placement to Blitzwing’s cannons, able to flip down and be loaded before shooting a fucking cannonball that can either explode in flame or freeze your spike off before you can run

And ofc the twins and Sentinel are fucking. Of course, Sentinel is their mommy now!! He feeds them, houses them, has to take care of them!! Longarm is probably very useful to Sentinel bc they share similar frame types (even more so bc shockwave is a TANK!!)

Sentinel can even give them siblings!! He’d have to find more places for cannonballs (unless Sentinel’s legs are like the barrel of a gun, where there are multiple ‘bullets’ and another takes the place of the one that was removed! I don’t have gun autism I have trans autism please bear with me)

Thank you for listening to meee!! Hope I didn’t confuse you too badly!! Be healthy <33

Going to extract my healthy just because you said that /j

Cannon thighs. OMG THEY'RE FUCKING THE. THE UH. ROLLY POLLYS. Round. If they piss him off he squishes & rolls them up and shoves them in the thighs

[sentientgolfball]

Hello! Sorry to do this on anon 😅 I had a fic request!! I’ve been going through a really really rough time recently and all I’ve been needing is a Mountain/GN!Reader/Rain comfort fic with a reader with chronic pain 🥺 I appreciate you reading and, no matter what, thank you for your time!!

aw I am very sorry to hear that :(( I hope this can make you feel just a lil bit better <3

Enjoy some soft Mountain and Rain

My requests are open !

You crack open your eyes and immediately know what kind of day it’s going to be. You can feel the chill of the room on your face. You can hear the rain pouring down outside. You can feel the deep ache of your joints and you haven’t even moved yet. You thought maybe if you just laid in bed a little bit longer then the pain would go away, that you were just sore from sleeping in a weird position. When the pain persists you completely flipped your thinking, maybe you actually needed to get up and stretch. Yea that was definitely it. You sit up and quickly realize that was a mistake. It feels like there are a million tiny shards of glass trying to worm their way into your brain. 

You clutch your head and groan, screwing your eyes shut at the pain. You lay back down and bury your head under the pillows. You breathe deeply through your nose waiting for the pain to dull down. While you wait you do the only thing you can. You get upset. At everything. You curse the summer for dying away into autumn. You hate the feeling of the cold seeping deep within your body. You hate the rain for deciding to come now that the warm weather is over. You curse your body for reacting this way. You hate that you can’t enjoy the changing of the season because with every change in temperature comes days like these. Days where it’s too hard for you to move, to think, to just be able to function. 

A sharp throb pulses through your whole body and you whine realizing you definitely weren’t going to be able to work today. You blindly reach for your phone, not even bothering to remove your head from the pillows. You look at the screen when you grab it and it hurts. You quickly text the head librarian your situation and throw your phone back on your nightstand not even bothering to wait for a response. The longer you looked at the screen the more sick you felt. 

You laid like that for hours. You didn’t have the energy to even attempt to get up and do anything that might help with the ache. There were a couple times you tried to move when the ache seemed to die down, but doing so only made it flare right back up. So you stayed there with your head buried under pillows barely able to think. And then you heard your phone buzz. You ignored it the first time, but then it kept going off. You were starting to get annoyed at the noise. You reached up and grabbed it with the intent to put it on do not disturb. That was until you saw who was blowing up your phone. It was Rain. 

Did you stay up too late lol you weren’t here to greet me

Decided to skip work? Can’t blame you it’s nice outside

Are you alive?

…No seriously I’m worried are you ok? 

You wanted to reply but just as you tapped on the messages your head exploded in a thumping ache. You cursed and threw your phone day willing to settle just long enough to type a coherent sentence back to the water ghoul. You crack your eyes open when you feel your phone buzz again. 

I’m on my way. 

You slump back down and groan. You hated making him worry. You hated making any of the Siblings or ghouls worry. You wanted so badly to be able to just push all the pain away and get through your day with a smile. But the logical side of you screamed and begged to let them help you, let them worry and care for you. 

That side ended up winning when you heard a soft knock at your door. You mumbled a half hearted ‘come in’ and hissed when the light were turned on. 

“Shit sorry.” You heard Rain say before the lights were flicked off once more. 

You hear him walk over before the mattress dips with his added weight. You feel his hand start to rub firm but soothing circles into your back.

“Bad day?” 

“You have no idea.” 

“Have you eaten?”

You shake your head

“Drank?” 

You shake your head 

“Moved at all?” 

You shake your head 

He sighs and there's a moment of silence as he pulls out his phone and quickly types something. When he’s done he sits it on the nightstand next to yours before standing. He carefully removes the pillow from your head and peels the blankets off of you. He gently hooks his arms under you and picks you up with ease holding you close to him. He carries you to the bathroom and puts you down on the edge of the tub. He makes sure you're stable enough before pulling away and gently placing a kiss on your forehead. 

He quickly lights a few non-scented candles before gathering various soaps and other care products. He begins to fill the tub adding a few cups of bath salts to the water. You can already feel the heat coming off the water as Rain crouches in front of you. He slowly brings his hands to the bottom of your shirt and waits for your permission. You run a hand through his hair and nod. He smiles affectionately at you as he carefully undresses you and then himself. 

He dips into the tub first, settling back against the tile before gently pulling you in with him. You sigh heavily, feeling the hot water envelop you as you lean against Rain’s chest. You sit heavily against him putting all your weight on him as he begins to slowly massage your shoulders, working his way down your arms. You feel his tail squeeze around one of your legs and the pressure feels amazing. 

After a while of just sitting there, letting the water cradle you as Rain works his hands over every joint, he eventually scoops some water to pour over your hair. He gently runs his claws against your scalp when he’s satisfied before grabbing your favorite shampoo and lathering it into your hair. You hum in gratitude as he works his hands through, being sure to rub some gentle circles against your temples. When he’s finished he once again scoops some water into his hands to rinse the soap out. 

As he’s doing this you hear a knock on the bathroom door. 

“Right on time.” Rain says repositioning you so he can hop out of the bath. 

You watch bleary eyed as he wraps a towel around his waist and cracks open the door. He whispers something you can’t make out and nods his head with a slight smile. When he turns around after closing the door he has some clothes. One bundle is lounge wear you’ve seen the water ghoul wear hundreds of times, but the other is a massive sweatshirt and an extra pair of Rain’s sweatpants. Rain sets them down on the counter before walking over to the bath and hoisting you up. 

“Mountains waiting for us” he whispers and presses a kiss to your cheek “he brought something special for you.” 

You allow Rain to dry you off before you get dressed in the clothes brought for you. Moutain’s sweater and Rain’s sweatpants. When you’re ready he takes your hand and walks with you back to your bedroom. You’re greeted to the sight of Mounatin sitting on your bed smiling softly. There’s a tray on your nightstand with three mugs, steam rolling off of them. You can smell the herbaceous scent from where you stand. You notice there’s an added blanket on your bed and you nearly cry when you realize it’s heated. 

You practically slump against the earth ghoul who carefully pulls you against him as he leans back and against the headboard. He pulls the blanket over you as Rain hands you and Mountain your respective mugs. He takes his own before walking around to the other side of the bed to get under the covers. He slides in right next to Mountain who pulls him closer to you two, wrapping a massive arm around his shoulders. 

You take a sip of the tea and practically moan at the taste. Mountain chuckles and takes a sip from his own mug. 

“Like it? It’s a new blend I’m testing. Rain said it helped him so I thought you’d want some.” 

“It’s perfect Mounty.” You hum taking another long drink. 

When you finish Mountain takes the empty mug from you and lays off to the side. He holds you close to him letting the pressure of his arms wrap around you. The combination of the tea, the heated blanket, and two ghouls happily purring away make your eyes feel heavy. 

“Tired?” Rain says snuggling in closer, giving you a few soft kisses before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. 

You nod, pulling Mountain’s arm tighter around you, resting your head on his chest. He kisses the top of your head. 

“Go to sleep, wildflower. Rain and I will stay as long as you need us.” 

You and mutter an incoherent form of ‘thank you’ before closing your eyes. The two ghouls laugh and twine their tails together, resting them on top of you. 

“Sleep well.”

“We’ll be right here whenever you need us.”