#g/t fluffy

[bonkalore]

I think I drew him bigger than he should be here but it's a slippery slope once I draw it at all lmao He needed to be "trapping gf under arm" big here tho. Very necessary heh

[gt-daboss]

Nightmares (BONUS PAGE)

(VERY MILD spicy under the read more!)

I figured after all the pages of angst, fear, and hardship for these two, yall deserved some fluff after the battle lol ;-;

So here ya go, don't say I'm not generous, some cute and squishy gentle gt drawings of our main duo :3

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and some 'spicy' of them too xD, dirtay minded smh~

[mskenway97]

Can you do a one-shot, Bayverse Optimus, with an adopted human reader. Based on the song 'More than Anything' from Hazbin Hotel?

anon, I am very happy to make this request, I recently finished watching Hazbin Hotel. I have to say I fell in love with Charlie and Lucifer's father/daughter relationship. So I have approached it this way, Optimus and GN!reader!human know each other from one of the NEST raids at the beginning of the second movie. Let's say you were 8 or 9 years old, no Reader hadn't seen it from age of extinction to the last knight. Reader had 22 years (more or less)

You are part of who I am

Bayverse Optimus Prime x GN!human!reader (adopted)

Words : 2,056

Summary: You had created a proposal for an alliance of humans and cybertronians but not many agreed. You didn't have much means until you had no choice but to call your father. Based in 'More than anything' of hazbin hotel

Warning: g/t fluff and angst, confort, mentions of death, happy ending and surprise

Y/N was so close to being able to make a dream come true, peace between the two species…. It could be done, it was done once it could be done again. Those days when Y/N missed meeting with the Cybertronians but despite having saved the world. Earth and Cybertron would be side by side.

There was quite a bit of disagreement about forming an alliance again, there was a lot of chaos and destruction in Optimus' absence when he went to find the creators. Trusts had fallen but at least a few could help Y/N…. Cade, Shane, Tessa… Some former allies returned Simmons and Lennox. Diplomacy was in the doldrums… Cogman gave you some advice.

-Miss Y/N you must not give up, you are close to being able to have an audience with your leaders.

-But the proposal is no good to them… They need more proof - said Y/N preparing more photos and documents.

Cade was watching more documents while he sighed - Y/N, I think it's about time you ask for help to… him

Y/N folded its arms, it sighed, it hadn't seen its father for a while, he was busy with the reconstruction of Cybertron. He hadn't had time to talk to you, nor had you had time to talk to him. You didn't want to bother him, since you wanted to accomplish this on your own.

-I will find a way…

Cogman was already on the phone - Lord Prime, we need your… - Cogman said as Y/N took the phone from him.

-Hey dad, how's it going? - Y/N said trying to be calm.

Y/N could note her father's deep baritone with some joy.

-It's been a long time since you called me, what's wrong?

Y/N sighed again as he sat up seeing that Cogman and Cade were looking at him to move forward talking.

-You see… We have a proposal for an alliance like we did with NEST. I would need your help

-No… - Optimus said seriously.

Y/N felt his heart break a little, he thought at least his father would be there to support the idea but he didn't give up.

-But Dad you did it with NEST once. Don't you remember those times? Wouldn't it be best for both worlds if we joined together?

Y/N heard Optimus growl on the other end of the phone.

-Not a very good idea, Y/N, I know what you want to do, but… You shouldn't get involved in something you can't control…

-But Dad…

-No, it's my last word, if you'll excuse me, I have to…

-NO! If we talk about this in person, you will see what we have accomplished here. Please - Y/N said a bit desperately.

If Optimus Prime denied this alliance then there would be no hope and TRF or a group like Cementery Wind would be back again. It didn't understand why Optimus didn't agree with the idea or that it was in charge of the agreement. It also knew that her father wasn't the same since Quintessa brainwashed him. He had been self-conscious as well…

Y/N knew that Optimus always overprotected her but Y/N was no longer a child in fact she is an adult. If she was going to argue her point she was going to do it any way she could.

-All right, I'll come talk to you this afternoon," said Optimus as the call was cut off.

-That was a good development, Miss Y/N," said Cogman as Y/N leaned her head on the table.

Cade walked over to her - You just need to reason with him. Understand that as a father he also wants to protect you

-Cade, no I'm a child…. I want this world to live in harmony both species we have a lot to give. You know that as well as I do - Y/N said as Cade stroked your head.

Cade was with father to Y/N too, he had helped Y/N since Optimus left almost raising you as if it was also his child as well as Tessa and Izzy the new addition to the family.

-You still hold your optimism well, but you both have been through a lot. You will still be his child in his eyes

-Optics - said Cogman correcting him - Miss Y/N, surely if you see all the progress we've made…. Accepting some bots with humans.

-I don't know if Crosshairs along with Shane is a good idea…. I've had to keep the officers at bay - said Y/N.

-Don't think about it they are still trying to improve…. Look for example: Hot Rod and Vivian were getting along very well since the incident - said Cade trying to cheer her up.

-After kidnapping her at first, sir - said Cogman as Cade slapped his hand to his forehead.

Y/N stood up as Cogman and Cade got into a debate. Y/N went to communicate the news to the rest of the bots and humans.

Y/N was starting to have a lot of doubts about it, besides how were going to handle it, she looked at the autobot pendant he gave her. It couldn't give up now.

Hours later…

Y/N had prepared every bot and every human above all that Hound, Crosshairs would not approach the weaponry or try to disturb Cogman, last time there were several problems in this regard.

Cade saw that Y/N was pacing around as Izzy approached excitedly.

-She looks very nervous, she should be excited," said Izzy as she approached Y/N.

Cade took the papers away from Y/N to concentrate on the people around her.

-It would be all right, little bell…. You just have to be calm…

-Lord Prime is already entering the place," said Cogman.

The unmistakable entrance of Optimus with all the bots and humans watching him talking to him. It reminded Y/N of the old days in NEST talking to Ironhide, Ratchet… But now… he was more apathetic, more subdued.

-Lord Prime we are honored to have you in our little haven. It has been in collaboration of some bots….

-Mostly my workmanship - said Hound proudly.

Y/N approached as he watched Optimus kneel down -Welcome to Omega One shelter, we give shelter to both humans and any type of Bot that wants to establish communication with humans.

-Mostly Autobots… If you bring Decepti here….

-Crosshairs, kid, the official visit better be made by the daughter," said Hound, pushing him away.

Y/N nodded to Hound as Crosshairs being around could spoil the occasion so he would do whatever it took to make sure it didn't go wrong.

Y/N showed the facilities showing all the collaboration… The energon supply, food, the electrical system with energon created between Cade and Brains. The houses although of enormous size adapted to the different sizes of the autobots and humans. Which seemed curious once you got to look at it.

-We want all this to have more zones… The alliance would not only help humans, it would also help cybertronians who need to stay on Earth," Y/N said as he sat in a sitting area with Optimus and Cade.

-We have considered all possible measures with the Autobots….

-Have you considered the remaining Decepticons? Several of them are in Human Security cells, plus we can't ignore the fact that Megatron is still at large… There are Autobots who after the treatment of the humans over the years do not want to agree to this deal - Optimus said seriously.

-We have considered having a trial conducted by you and some Autobots… Dad, some Decepticons may change… Brains and Wheelie are the example. I know it will cost to change the minds of people and Cybertronians - said Y/N with all the feeling in his voice.

-The trial would see it as fair, but some Decepticons can try humans and vice versa. With the battle of Chicago - said Optimus seriously while clenching his fist.

The Battle of Chicago was the decline of the alliance leading to runaway situations of all… Of the loss of many autobots among them… Ratchet and human casualties with that of… Sam. Y/N hadn't commented much on the subject with him or Bumblebee who keeps remembering his friend with brother.

-But we can't fall into those mistakes, we can do better," Y/N said as Optimus frowned while Y/N folded his arms.

Cade was seeing that the situation was getting too complicated for them to talk to each other. Besides, it was something more serious that they needed to talk to each other, so he walked away, leaving them some space and taking Cogman with him who was watching in the distance.

-I'm sorry, Y/N, but this idea is not going to work," Optimus said, standing up and dropping his commanding tone.

Y/n saw what he was doing closing in again, creating a wall as he had done before.

-I can't abandon them… If we don't make that deal the chases will come up again," said Y/N as Optimus turned his back on him.

-I made a mistake in creating that alliance…. - Optimus said as he left.

-Meaning finding me was a mistake? - said Y/N making Optimus stop in his tracks - You remember that moment…. My family died because of a Decepticon… I had no one else. And you decided to take care of me, even though we are not of the same blood.

Optimus turned around and knelt down in front of Y/N looking her in the eyes.

-I couldn't just leave you there, you were such a pure and sensitive soul…. I tried, little one… I don't want them to destroy you like they did me. You're the only thing that makes me stay…. - Optimus said with a broken voice as Y/N touched his cheek.

-Dad… I always admired how you did things, being strong yet kind enough to both humans and autobots and even the Decepticons. You were my source of inspiration for this alliance. When you left to search for the creators I tried my best to find a way to help…. I thought I would never see you again, unless your legacy lived on among us," Y/N said as tears welled up in his eyes.

Optimus went to wipe her tears with his digit - Y/N… I… my little one - said Optimus as he lifted her up and brought her closer to her chassis - I have had a hard time, the brainwashing made me think several things among them what would happen if I fell again and hurt you… I could not forgive myself. You are the best thing that has ever happened in my long life, I can't lose that innocence of yours…. Though you have become a warrior.

Y/N I look at the optics - We'll make it work this time, you won't lose me so quickly…. You see I'm not alone. I just need your support is all I ask - Y/N said as Optimus squeezed him closer.

-I missed you in my arms and your little smile," said Optimus smiling.

Y/N saw a sincere smile, something it haven't seen in a long time in its presence -…. Thank you for adopting me that day…

-Thank you for changing my life that day," Optimus said as he held you in his arms for a while longer.

Y/N stayed closer to him despite all the difficulties they had, Optimus will continue to be a part of her life as she is in his.

While not too far from where they were….

Most bots and humans with tissues in hand watching and hearing what they were talking about thanks Cogman.

-Just beautiful, they have opened their hearts," said Cogman as Izzy grabbed a handkerchief.

-You know that if they both find out they're going to kill us, right? said Hound as Cade nodded.

-Yes, we'd better not say a word, otherwise we don't want anger from both of them," said Cade with a smile, looking at the picture and remembering his daughter.

It didn't matter if she was human or cybertronian, this was the proof of a coexistence of cybertronians and humans.

Caring for each other.

More than anything.

[cemeterypet]

furaffinity down post giant furry content on main

um. basically what if ray was a reaally big plushie, and he had a heating pad in his tummy so you could lay and stay warm :3 . what if he had weighted paws like a weighted blanket!!! itd be so comfy !!

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please consider commissioning me, i am very financially stretched right now ;_; !

[reborrowing]

GT July - Caught

sooo embarrassing to be a trained killer stopped by some random panicky teenager with a cup

[kenziezie]

remembered i own a rabbit and i'm wasting reference material by not drawing her i will definitely draw him sleeping on more animals :)

[tripleglitchwriting]

Ignition (Part 4)

Gn human reader, Ratchet-centric

CW: Calling a person an it (unintentionally), mild language, mention of injury

Your head hurt in the morning. It wasn’t a surprise but it also wasn’t welcome. When you opened your eyes, the sky was brightening and the forest showed off its colors once again. You mumbled something about your body being sore while you sat up. Shaking off the drowsy lethargy of sleep, you were once again met with the sight of a giant robot. It was kind of hard to ignore the huge glowing blue eyes piercing your skull.

“Hey there big guy” You said nonchalantly. It just started back down at you, a sober expression on its face. For a second you thought you caught it squinting, but the thing turned away before you would get a good look. Taking this as a prime opportunity to look yourself over, you checked your injuries.

Most of the scrapes you got were scabbing over and in the process of healing. Your leg was still in the splint, but surprisingly it hurt a lot less. The pain wasn’t gone, and you didn’t expect it to be gone for awhile, but it was better. The burn you got was also healing from what you could tell. It could still be felt but at least it wasn’t searing anymore.

When the giant turned back to you it was holding the cup again. You breathed in sharply, wincing as you remembered just how you got that burn. It seemed to notice that, however, and quickly knelt down and set the cup in front of you. Reaching out to touch it, you realized it was cool. Cool and clean. Drinking water. Well, you hoped it was drinking water, but considering the lengths this giant had gone to help you it most likely wasn’t going to kill you. Tenderly you picked up the oversized cup.

“Thanks.” You forgot how thirsty you before you started to drink the water, and in a minute most of the cup was empty. A feeling of freshness washed down your body, but at the same time you began to question what would happen next. You would be well on your way to getting back on your feet if it weren’t for your leg- without crutches it could be weeks before you could safely and comfortably stand. Even if it did help you, what was the giant’s end goal? Why did it help you?

Luckily, it moved again before you could start spiraling. A giant hand, one you’d felt hopeless in before, now sat in front of you with its palm open. The giant wanted you to get on, that much was clear, however that was easier said than done. First of all you weren’t even sure if you wanted to get on. After all you didn’t know where it would take you, what if it didn’t let you go when you healed? What if… oh god, what if it kept you as a pet? The thought suddenly shook you to your core. Fond memories of your healing injuries turned sour.

When the blockade of distraction keeping you from doom spiraling was swept away your body began to tense. Just like so many times before thoughts of horrible things shot around in your head, and this time, unbeknownst to you, they weren’t internal. You mumbled to yourself, staring through the robot. Of course you were still in danger, why wouldn’t you be? You assumed you were safe but you had no evidence, just optimistic assumptions. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The hand still waited for you, but you had a hard time seeing it through watery eyes. Soon enough it retracted, not that you noticed. Subconsciously you expected it to come slamming down upon you. It didn’t. Instead, as you were falling down deeper into a horrible torrent of anxiety fueled panic, it pulled you out. Through one action you were brought back to the forefront of sanity, three simple words stopped the spiral.

“Are you okay?”

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The next cycle came quickly. Ratchet came out of recharge just as the planets’ star peaked over the horizon. The organic was still recharging, so he decided to get some work done. First he boiled (and cooled) some more water. Food would have to come later when he knew what to get. He also checked if he received any possibly missed signals- he didn’t. Frowning, but trying not to get discouraged, Ratchet noticed a small movement in the corner of his optic.

They were awake, which was good. Squeaking out some small sound that seemed to be directed at him, too. He offered them the water and they accepted, also good. Now it was time to move on. He needed to get back to the pod and try and get some sort of distress call out, though this time he couldn’t just pick up the probably sentient being in front of him. If he was going to gain more of their trust he needed to be patient, which was absolutely not something he wanted to do right now but it was also not optional. So Ratchet placed a servo in front of them hoping they would get the message and let him help them on.

Unfortunately they gave no indication they wanted anything to do with him. Actually, they seemed a little worse off than before. Their little optics began to water, something he’d noticed happening when he first found them, but now they also made hushed noises. Actually, he thought he could make some of the noises out to be words, but that would be ridiculous. Must be some result of the crash he’d have to figure out later. For now he needed to help.

Ratchet retracted his servo and asked a question almost out of instinct.

“Are you okay?”

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Surprisingly, his words seemed to reach you. You immediately snapped out of your dead stare and looked at him like you’d seen something impossible.

“What… was that?” You stammered out, still only half conscious.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Ratchet’s mind quickly picked up on what was happening, sort of. They reacted like that because they could understand him. And even more, he could understand them. And they were talking. And he needed to reply.

“You can talk. Why could I not understand you before…?” He trailed off in a confused but curious manner.

“Of course I can talk! How can you talk? What the fuck! Why didn’t you just start with that?!”

“Well- well, I- , oh. Oh.” The final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Wheeljack. The translator. “Of course he would forget to put in a conformation of language synchrony— of all the things! That bolthead.” Ratchet’s face went from confusion to disturbed annoyance.

“Hey! What?” Heart beating out of your chest you shouted at the now talking giant robot, confused and surprised and frankly scared out of your mind.

“Yes, right. I’m sorry, this has got to be a lot for you.” He took a second to compose himself. “My name is Ratchet. I am from the planet Cybertron. I am a medic for my team- the Autobots- and my pod crashed here about a cycle ago. I need to get back to my friends.”

“What?” A million thoughts shot through your head and the only question you could get out was “what”. Fantastic start.

“I installed a translator not long ago, I assumed it would notify me when it kicked in, but the designer apparently didn’t think that would be an important feature, so I didn’t have the chance to softly introduce language. I apologize for that.”

This time you couldn’t even get out a word. Your emotional state was on a roller coaster with no sign of stopping, going from terrified to bewildered in less than a sentence.

“I… didn’t know you were, well, sentient at first. I didn’t ask before picking you up, and I’m sorry, but you were injured. I only want to help, but I can only do that if you let me. My job is to heal, not to hurt. I promise I will not hurt you.”

“I… I don’t… but… I- I just…. This, this… it’s a lot. This is so much. Oh my god.” Great! That was about a solid, what, five understandable words? Better than just “what” you supposed. Its- his own words hit your brain like a brick to a window. Cybertron, medic, Ratchet, Autobot, maybe it was all just some vivid nightmare. You knew better, of course, but a giant robot alien was kind of hard to believe.

“I can see that. I’ll give you some space- but please stay off that broken limb of yours?”

“… yeah… yeah….” You mumbled.

Ratchet. That was his name. He had a name. He wasn’t… was he a robot? He was made of metal… but he was from another planet, which is insane… are you insane? Maybe you’ve just gone crazy, but that wouldn’t explain the exuberant amount of pain you’ve felt in the last day. He’d helped you. A medic. Who didn’t know you were sentient at first. Which was also insane. Though, you didn’t think much of him either when you’d first met.

As your brain slowly started coming to terms with this bullet-to-the-face realization, you began to grip another concept: He wasn’t going to hurt you. You weren’t going to be chopped up, or squished, or kept as a pet. He wanted to go back to his friends, but he was trapped here. With you. And you were trapped with him. How ironic.

Breaths came in slower now, your heart began to give itself a rest. More questions filled your mind, some of which you already knew the answers to. You still didn’t know the one you’d had all along, at least nothing concrete. Gathering up what courage you could find lying in the dirt, you spoke up.

“What are you?” He turned back.

“I could ask the same to you.”

“Are you, like, a robot?” It came out as a strange mechanical clanging sound, but you assumed he scoffed at that.

“I am a Cybertronian, not a robot. We are an autonomous race of mechanical beings.”

“Oh. Well… I’m a human. We’re… mammals, I think.”

“Alright, well do you have a name? Designation?”

“Ah, yeah, uh, I’m Doe.”

“Nice to meet you then, Doe.”

“It’s… nice to meet you too, Ratchet.” You smiled at him. It was an expression you didn’t think you’d give again after your panic spiral earlier, yet now, unsurprisingly to you, he smiled back.

“I take it you’re feeling better now?”

“Yes, actually. I’m sorry about earlier.”

“All understandable from what I can tell. But I do need to get back to my pod so I can work on signaling my friends, and you’re in no condition to walk on your own. I don’t think you’d want to be alone out here… so would you like a ride?” He spoke to you calmly, a comforting act in an uncomfortable situation. Ratchet set down his hand in front of you once again. “This isn’t horribly offensive in your culture, is it?”

“No, no, I’m just… not used to it. We don’t have… there aren’t… nothing is as big as you, nothing living at least. I just need a second.” He nodded thoughtfully. You began to move toward his hand, which went as well as anyone would expect. Sheepishly you make a request. “Actually, I might need some help.”

“I’ve got it.” With another giant hand he pinched your midsection lightly with two fingers. You were lifted up higher than you felt necessary, but were swiftly deposited on his palm anyway. After you adjusted to the old, scarred, metal seat, the world toyed with your stomach as it dropped. The corresponding motion Ratchet made, him standing up, took you a second to recover from. Bet even before you could register the disorientation he asked you another question.

“Are you alright?” Slowly at first, then more confidently you nodded.

Your body swayed with each step. It made you nauseous. However, conversation had always been a good distraction for you, and this robot- no, Cybertronian was in no short supply.

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Hello everyone and happy new year! I figured I’d cap this one off before the year ended in my time zone. “Ignition” is not fully over, I’ll be adding to it some more (most likely fluff), but I’ve got some other plans for this AU. After all, Ratchet wasn’t the only one with an escape pod.

That being said I hope everyone has enjoyed my silly stories this December! Have a good day, night, morning, or afternoon wherever you may be!

[coffehbeans]

"Aw it's so cute to be held by a giant, cuddled by a giant, taking care of you as a tiny, fearplay yadda yadda"

BORING! Give me give me, um, tiny lost in a giant world fighting for survival! Give me tinies seeing giants as threats! Running away! Having their life in danger! Give me epic fantasy adventures involving beings of different sizes! Give me futuristic settings with giant aliens who are enemies or allies, give me different cultures between the sizes, and tinies or giants adjusting to new worlds! Give me human-turned giants who feel out of touch with their humanity as they're regarded as freaks or monsters. Give me humans finding secret fairy villages, humans finding secret giants in the forests, or even accidental city rampage!

Give me drama, conflict, angst, but most of all, give me giant/tiny adventures!

[entomolog-t]

Bite Me - Chapter 10

What is this? Highschool musical?

June stress cleans, and Aedes stresses.

Pumped out another promptober prompt!! Glipse

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13 @naive-bias

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Previous Chapter : Chapter 9

Next Chapter: Chapter 11

Word count: 2520

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, mild depictions of anxiety

As if a passenger in her own mind, June watches her actions playing out before her as her mind hums, buzzing with thoughts of the night- thoughts of Aedes. The shock of realization, the way he moved both too fast and too rigid. She remembers his voice, silky smooth and deep- how it cracked as he begged her to stop. She grimaces as she remembers the fear so clear on his face- and how deeply she desired it. 

As her hands numbly move from task to task her thoughts seem to ebb and flow- at times, however briefly, placated by the monotony of cleaning. At first it was easy- she made her bed, picked up discarded clothing, and straightened the various contents of her desk. Yet, as her room became more and more tidy, she became desperate to find more tasks to occupy her mind. 

She rearranged her plants, switching their positions from her desk to the shelves to the window sill. 

Play with me, my human

She optimized the layout of her room, moving her laundry basket right beside her dresser to keep things thematically consistent- to find a logical flow. Or so she told herself. There had to be some reason- some excuse to think about anything other than him. 

Indulge your delusion

His words seemed to echo in her mind and June found herself craving more stimulating tasks to busy herself- to quiet her mind. To quiet him. 

So she continued on. The guitar should go near the desk, not the stand mirror.  The rug looks better at the side of the bed, not the foot of it.  Maybe the bed should face the other way? 

June sighs. 

This was getting ridiculous. 

Looking at the space in front of her, her room was as meticulously kept as it had ever been. Immaculate by her standards, and yet the thoughts of him persisted. Her lips drew into a tight line. How could they not? Everything about the night was so far beyond her realm of normalcy she hadn’t even initially believed it herself. 

Even now she found herself full of questions and doubts. The reality she was apparently living in felt inconsistent with the reality she’d always known. Why was he so small? How could vampires exist- what even constituted a vampire? Was he immortal? Or was he just some guy who drank blood? Two lines of thought thrashed against one another, competing for her attention. Logic, alight with curiosity, demanded answers, while the more empathetic part of her wanted a conclusion- needed an apology to be heard, a way to show him she was sorry.

Each question seemed to compete for her attention, growing louder and more desperate as she shoved them to the back of her mind while simultaneously shoving book after book back into her bookcase. Though she meandered about in silence her thoughts were loud. Unbelievably so- as if they were drowning out all actual sound. Her mind was loud- but she could be louder. 

A song, gentle and familiar, starts to form on her tongue. 

I fall to pieces

Each time I see you again

The notes felt smooth in a way it was hard to describe. Smooth in a way that seemed to soften the sharpness in her mind, as if the softness of the song could dull the edge of her emotions. The melody a soothing balm on her agitated mind. 

I fall to pieces

How can I be just your friend?

The tangle of thoughts that constricted around her mind seemed to relax, coming undone as though the song pulled just the right thread to untangle the mass, pulling the thoughts further and further from her, as if sending them floating away on her melody. 

You want me to act like we've never kissed

And yet, for as placating as it was… something felt off. June couldn't shake the thought that something was amiss- an unsettling undercurrent lingered just beneath the shallow tranquility of the song. A particular unease seemed to creep at the edges of her mind. Not a foreboding dread, but instead something lighter, almost like deja vu, as if it was something she should have known- The feeling of forgetting something but not being sure what; The feeling of pulling a loose thread only to unravel a crucial stitch…

You want me to forget 

Pretend we've never met

As she sang she felt as thoughts, abstract and formless, seemed to shift in the back of her mind. As if the words of her song had breathed life into something dormant lurking in her subconscious. The words were familiar, yet not, taking on an enigmatic allure-  as if they held secrets she ought to have known. With each lyric that escaped her lips, a subtle transformation occurred, as though the music itself was a conduit, channeling something she felt compelled piece together. 

And I've tried and I've tried

But I haven't yet

Movement out of the corner of her eye catches June’s gaze

All at once, her heart stops and the gears that were futility catching finally seem to clunk into place. Aedes… he hadn’t left.

You walk by and I fall to pieces

I fall to pieces

The lyrics became a prophecy to unfold, as June falls to pieces. The words barely register in her mind, her lips numbly singing the words as her eyes stay locked on him for the longest second of her life. Something in her feels as though it crumbles. She’d sung the song countless times, and yet it was as if she’d never known it. The words seemed to resonate in more than just her chest. Her very being shaking under the resonance, it was as if she’d unlocked a new understanding- a whole new song. The words hadn’t changed, neither did the notes. It was something in her. 

June looks away, feigning that she was looking at something just near enough, but not him. Heart beating wildly in her chest she desperately fought to keep her face as neutral as possible. How could she bring herself to look at him after all that she'd done…

He… he was still here…

He hadn’t left…

June felt a lightness in her chest. Like a flower pushing up through the concrete, a small fragment of hope seemed to bloom from within her. 

Should she- 

No. She dismissed the idea before it could fully form. She’d done enough damage. 

But maybe she could make it right if she just- 

June chews her lip.

Just what was she supposed to do? Just waltz up and say ‘Hey I’m really sorry for scaring you- it's just that you being terrified really turned me on and I kinda thought you were into it’ ??

Embarrassment hot on her face, June flops to her bed, wishing she could just scream into her pillow, but the awareness that she had company forced her to keep some sort of decorum. Instead she reaches for her nightstand, pulling out the relic that was her childhood mp3 player. 

God, she wanted to make this right. 

He hadn’t left yet… maybe she still could. 

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Aedes' heart seems to jump in his chest as for the briefest of moments he is once again trapped in her stare- captive in her overwhelming gaze. 

Or… not? 

She moves on, still singing that enchanting melody. 

He releases a breath, his body all at once relaxing. She hadn’t seen him. 

Slowly, he backs away. He’d been stupid. He’d nearly gotten himself caught, and for what? To watch some natural disaster of a woman sing? He sighed, making his way back to the far corner beneath the dresser. 

He could have sworn they’d locked eyes… 

A part of him, as terrified as he was, almost wished they had.

Her song finishes, fading off into a melodious hum as he hears her settle on her bed.

Something felt off-

No, not felt- sounded.

While his spike of bloodlust had abated for now, his ears could still pick up the faint sound of her heart beating in the distance.

It was fast.

Far too fast for someone laying down.

Fuck.

She had seen him hadn't she? But she hadn't said a thing- she hadn't even made a move in his direction…

Was she just waiting for her chance- wanting to catch him off guard? 

He scowled. That didn't make sense. He was cornered. If she wanted to catch him she absolutely could.

The sound of her movement makes him jolt- nearly thwacking his head off the low cover of the dresser. He watches with his heart in his throat as she pads away from the bed and towards her closet, rummaging around in boxes she had moments ago neatly stacked away. His eyes follow her as she moves to sit at her desk- back to him. 

He swallowed. 

She wasn’t acting like it but he couldn’t shake the suspicion she had seen him. He frowned, not fond of staying in the spot where she had glimpsed him. He needed a better spot, and thankfully he had quite literally been delivered one. The freshly placed laundry bin perfectly covered the once bare space between the dresser and standing mirror. Carefully, Aedes made his way out from underneath the dresser, squeezing himself between the wicker laundry bin and the wall. 

Nothing. 

She continued to sit at her desk, idling fiddling with something. 

Aedes frowns. 

While entering the window and getting to the bed had been a quick and easy drop, the same couldn’t be said for the way back up. With no headboard to the bed Aedes found himself eyeing her desk as the only means to scale back up the window sill. 

With her back still turned, Aedes darts from the laundry bin to the mirror- peaking back to see the human still occupied at her desk. She hummed softly to herself as she sat hunched over something, her scale and his relative angle completely obscuring whatever it was that had her focus. 

Aedes sighed. Whatever it was that she was doing, he didn’t get the impression she’d be moving on anytime soon. He let him slump back against a large potted plant that sat decoratively beside the mirror. The cool ceramic felt nice against his skin. He felt his body once again start to relax, the sudden heaviness of exhaustion finally hitting him, as if he only now was bearing his full weight. 

Once again, he was back to waiting. 

Waiting for her to open the window.

Waiting for her to leave the room. 

Waiting to get away. 

The sun cast the room in a smothering warmth. Cozy, yet too much. Her hum droned on in the distance, with the occasional odd sound of her fiddling at her desk. Even in this relative calmness, the light of day was still so busy. Aedes found himself longing for the night- a cool breeze and fresh air. Peace and tranquility and freedom. He couldn’t wait to leave. To feel the crunch of dirt under his boots. The tall grass providing cover as he searched for something to feed on. A dark sky above him, stars bright and clear- the compelling song of a heart beat singing in his ears even more clear- Crystalline. A soft wordless melody filling him with vigor- resonating in his chest. The blood, sweet on his tongue, filling him with a hazy warmth. A cozy warmth. Enveloped in soft hands. Lips on his stomach. Her inaudible whispers hushed against his chest. What was she saying? He couldn’t hear her over the sound of her heart beating. Thunder in ears. So loud he could feel it- a vibration shaking him. The floor trembled beneath him

The… floor?

Aedes jolts awake.

His breath catching in his throat as her steps shake the floor. Fuck. 

He scrambles to his feet, peaking around from the cover of the plant.

There she was, in all her magnitude, walking straight towards the dresser. His throat tightened as she knelt down. 

No. 

She had seen him. 

Fuck. 

Was she looking for him?

He held his breath, heart slamming against his chest as his body tensed, preparing to run the second she turned her attention his way. 

Only- she didn’t. 

She knelt for only a moment, and then moved on- standing up and exiting the room, a soft hum fading into the distance as she left. She hadn’t reached under the dresser, hadn’t even looked. Aedes felt as his brows knit together. She had left something. A small vaguely rectangular shape sat just beneath the dresser. 

He swallowed. There was no denying it. She had seen him. She knew he was here. 

So just what was she doing?

His eyes flicked from the strange rectangle back to the door. She had left. the air around him felt lighter. More crisp, as if the tension of her presence left some kind of haze. His relief however, was short lived, as he attention was brought back to the window- still closed. 

Trapped. 

She wasn’t even here and he was still trapped. 

He drags his hands along the length of his face, frustration building. Think. There had to be something he could do in the meantime- someway he could move himself closer to escape. 

His eyes flicked back to the rectangle- curiosity gnawing at his focus. 

His eyes, adjusted to the daylight in the room, couldn’t quite make out what she’d left under the dresser with it obscured in the heavy contrast of shadow. The whole thing felt off, like a trick or some sort of trap, yet off in the distance he could still hear her, however faintly, humming to herself. 

Aedes scowls, eyes narrowing as he tentatively moves back toward the dresser, ready to sprint away in a second notice should he hear her return. 

Drawing closer, he makes out more details; black, soft edges, folds. Aedes’ frown deepens. The more he saw, the less sure he was of what exactly he was looking at. 

Was it… fabric?

He nudges the folded fabric with his foot- nothing feeling amiss, though he wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for.  

Aedes pauses for a moment, considering if he should touch it- the weight of the action sitting heavy in his mind. She had left this for him clearly, in taking this he was essentially confirming that he was here…

But there was no harm in looking, right?

As he lifts it up, the fabric unfurls, and for a moment, Aedes isn’t quite sure what exactly he’s looking at. He would have thought it a blanket if it wasn’t for the strange way it hung from his hands- stitched together at seemingly random points. He turns the fabric this way and that, trying to figure out how it was supposed to be oriented. His eyes fall to something pinning two points of the fabric together - a silver stud. 

Aedes blinks, some part of his mind seeming to recognize the shape.

His heart freezes in his chest as the familiarity dawns on him,recollection drawing his face into a deep scowl.

A cloak.

[gt-abby]

Dangling

Jake seems quite amused, but Mar...well, not so much...

[nompunhere]

Tug. Tug. Tug.

You wake up to the feeling of something pulling at your mouth.

"Mrgh, open up, you big..." The faint sound trails off into incoherent muttering.

"...Whuh?" you say, muddled from sleep. You blink your eyes open to see that it's still dark. Tilting your head up, you feel something slip away from your jaws, and look down to find your little roommate perched on your chest, staring intently up at you.

"Put me in your mouth," they demand, standing back up from where you'd inadvertently pushed them over, "it's cold and I can't sleep."

You blink again. "...Whuh?"

The tiny person rolls their eyes. "Come on, you can't be that sleepy. Open up, I'm cold." With emphasis, they lean in, put their hands back on your mouth, and wait.

You stare down at them, processing for a moment, then let your head drop back onto the pillow. Your friend stumbles forward with a yelp, right into your open maw. (You might've nudged them closer with your finger. Just a little.)

You feel them scramble against your tongue to get oriented, miniscule hands pattering against your palate. They do feel a little cold, to be fair. As soon as they get themself into a relatively comfortable position, you swallow. The little one disappears down your throat with a muffled complaint.

"Not safe t' keep you in m' mouth," you mumble as a half-hearted apology. You roll onto your side, already drifting off again. Two seconds later, a small weight slips into your middle. You can just barely detect their little huff of annoyance, followed by a short flurry of movement as they shake themself off and get settled.

"...'S fine. This is softer anyway. Goodnight."

"'Night."

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[cloverhatsandflowercrowns]

Going back to my roots and re-drawing an old doodle of borrower Davey I did years ago because he’s adorable and I love him. Teeny tiny but still very polite little guy

Original doodle under the cut

[abigailbozarthart]

Aldous and the Dragon

Comission for the man who is now my boyfriend, of his character Aldous the half-gith swords bard and the silver dragon Axe-Xiao! Plus a bonus doodle of why you hug the dragon and not the other way around.

Coms closed but waitlist open.

[freepassbound]

A commission I won some years ago from CaddyIsRaddy.

[taryndedoo]

Big Thicc dragoness ;3 She enjoys the cuddles and so will you.

It was a birthday for a friend the other day so got him some big fluffy cuddles!

[x-pair-o-dice-x]

DROPS THIS AND RUNS =(^.//.^)=

-Cat

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AYOOOOOOOO!!!!!

CAT!!!! THIS LOOKS SO SO SOOOOO COOOL!!!!!!! I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE!!!!!!!!!

the coloring is so well done!!!!!! and i LOVE the star pattern in his fur!!!!!!!! and the SHADING!!!! i am holding SO SO SO gently.