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youngerfrankenstein · 10 months

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So today I watched two movies where the deuteragonist goes kinda nuts and turns into a dragon thing, before the protagonist has to calm them down.

They were both a pretty fun time!

Promare is something I had been meaning to watch for quite a while but somehow never got around to. Glad I finally did!

Promare has quite possibly the Worst oppression allegory I have ever seen. A bunch of people are discriminated against because they burned half the world and killed billions (with a B!) of people. Also it’s not actually anything inherent to them it’s a bunch of alien parasites that will destroy the planet. However, since this is basically just an excuse for robots to fight other robots on fire… I can’t say I really care in the end. Promare is ENTIRELY style over substance, and I mean that in the best way.

The plot is breakneck and stupid. Most of the characters barely register as such. The dialogue is so dumb. And it FUCKING RULES! I’ve seen the film described as “Anime the Anime” and that does kind of sum it up. Everything feels like a ten year old boy smashing his action figures together and you can’t help but get swept up in the enthusiasm.

Helped by the absolutely (excuse the pun) FIRE soundtrack. The energy almost never lets up, and on-the-nose engrish lyrics just add to the experience. Even if you don’t watch the movie holy heck listen to the soundtrack.

The characters may be paper-thing but holy hell are they fun to watch. Our protagonist, Galo, himbo extraordinaire is as ridiculous as he is somehow charming. You can’t help but admire his drive to help people. And his foil, the ironically icy Lio, here to set fires and fight for his rights. Aina, a nice, spunky girl set up as a love interest for about five minutes before it turns out her character has more of a story based around her relationship with her sister. Which is a nice change! In fact the only romance in the story arguably involves CPR for plausible deniability. And our hero remembers to open the airway thank heck. Though whether intentional or just ship tease who knows? And who cares. You can guess who the villain is about ten seconds after he shows up and he is as much a blast to watch as the rest.

And really, this is a movie with a secret robot used to save the day called the Deus X Machina. A movie that ends with two shirtless guys setting the Earth on fire to stop the Earth from being set on fire. It doesn’t take itself too seriously and really neither should you. Let it sweep you away for almost two hours and you will feel much better afterwards.

I started reading Nimona around the time it was wrapping up as a webcomic. I have a copy of the graphic novel on my shelf. I was excited when I heard the movie had been greenlit (less so when I heard it was Blue Sky Studios), disappointed by the cancellation and, well, I’m happy it’s here now. While I’ve gotten grouchier over the years, it does make me smile to see these guys on my television, even if they’re not quite the same people either.

Because the movie is very different, and yet much of it feels similar as well. Certain scenes, like the board game, are almost directly from the comic, others are from the comic but not quite the same. The characters are different, Ballister is less jaded, Ambrosius less delusional and Nimona less, well, monstrous. She seems to more beat the snot out of people than commit mass murder. In the comic she’s every bit the monster people fear her to be, though a sympathetic one, and perhaps one who will heal someday. While the ending of the movie is far happier, it fits the new tone. And honestly? I need to stop making comparisons and judge the damn movie on its own merits. Of which it has many!

Our setup is fairly simple, Ballister BlackBoldheart is a new knight of the realm, who immediately gets framed for the murder of the queen and disarmed (heh) by his boyfriend Ambrosius Goldenloin, while on the lam he is approached by a shapeshifter called Nimona who is up for a little mayhem and hijinks. Together they try and clear his name.

My fist fear when I heard Blue Sky studios would be the ones releasing the movie was that a lot of the humour would be Quite Bad. And while there definitely is plenty of that, I think more gags hit than miss. Hell the movie got quite a few laughs out of my dad and he’s a fair bit less likely to chuckle than I am. It is quite a funny movie, which is good because it helps the harsher moments hit harder. Because there are also plenty of those, especially in the final act.

Speaking of, the film is somewhat surprisingly well paced. Scenes tend not to overstay their welcome and the movie flows well. What else flows well? The animation! (My segways not so much) Everything is very smooth, which is rather necessary for all the shapeshifting, and there’s quite an interesting scene made to look as if subway tiles are telling the story of Nimona’s origins (ish).

And the main trio really are quite fun to watch. Ballister, always the underdog, now a public enemy and trying to both clear his name and perhaps open his mind a bit. Ambrosius, golden boy, trying to do the right thing and not always doing a great job. And, of course, Nimona, who’s just here to break shit, though it is quickly clear there’s more underneath, also a pretty blatant trans allegory.

The relationships Ballister has with both the other two are sweet as heck, but also riddled with mistrust that they all have to work to overcome.

And while the movie does get a little preachy at times, it’s a kid’s movie. What do you expect? Rah rah fight the power, all that jazz. I may be too jaded for it but it certainly works.

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Would recommend checking out both or either if they sound like something you’d enjoy!

#Promare #Nimona #I should polish this up more but ehhhhh #Quick thoughts I guess

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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r o r o n o a z o r o x g n ! r e a d e r 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍 .nsfw > 11 | 11 happy birthday, marimo!

tw: nsfw. oral. reader gives him a wet gift. reader is total gn (even if in my mind reader has blonde hair and curly brows) wc: 904

Bite, bite. I wanna bite you. His back, so wide. Every muscle moving, skin covered in sweat.

A drop of sake runs through the commissure of his lips towards his chin. Zoro is thirsty, and you are too.

You can’t stop yourself; you don’t care if he has been training. Hugging the swordsman from behind, you pass your palm from his belly button up. His pecs, so hard and big, you can barely reach for them.

“Marimo… you know what day is today?” you whisper, pressing your cheek against his back. “No… which one?” he asks, confused and frankly absolutely clueless. He only wants to train, no matter how hot and scalding the sun over his head may seem.

You smirk. “Let me give you a present…”

Walking around him, you step right in front of him. Slowly, but surely, you grab the green bottle his huge, calloused hand holds. “Can I have a sip?” you ask, but he doesn’t let go of the sake.

“Yes, open your mouth” he commands, and, why would you say no to any of his orders?

You stick your tongue out, mouth wide open, eyes fixed on his silver one. So enticing, so tempting, so lustfully…

He pours the liquid inside, drop by drop. A growing smirk as you swallow garnishes his face, he knows exactly how this will end… or maybe, even if it wasn’t your intention, he will indulge in you.

“Ah, thank you marimo ~” you purr, about to clean the remaining drops of alcohol that overflowed your lips. Zoro stops you, “Don’t clean them” he murmurs. His lips come closer to yours, the tip of his tongue, too.

Deliciously, he licks everything out of you. “You were going to waste my precious sake” he scolds you, pushing you sexily against the railing of the Thousand Sunny go.

“I’m sorry… can I compensate my bad behaviour with something?” you moan, with your lips grazing his as you speak. Your hands have already reached the coat around his hips tied so he can train freely.

“Heh…” he smirks, like the demon he is. Like the beast he is.

Kisses, devouring kisses. And then, also kisses on his skin. The salty taste of his flesh, and the scent of testosterone. Down his neck, over his chest. Pecs, little bites on his hard nipples. Your tongue tracing the line that crosses his thorax with old stitches mark.

You go down. You crunch, but soon he asks you to kneel. Staying the both of you to take care of the ship was such a good idea. You quickly unbutton his trousers, and the coat he usually wears still hangs from his protruding hipbones.

Your teeth grazing down the line of tiny green hair, from his navel to sin. He squirms, you can sense it on the way his lower belly spasms.

Zoro is hard, harder than ever. Adrenaline, horniness. He always gets this way after training or a fight. Nothing excites this devil more than blood and strength.

“Have you forgotten for real what day is it today?” you ask, while rounding his hard, drippy sex.

“Honestly, yes. But I don’t care. Suck my dick, please” he pleads, pushing your head towards the tip of his member.

You laugh, lips barely touching, getting wet by the sprouting precum. “It’s your birthday, idiot marimo… let me give your present, sir” you scoff, devouring his whole dick in just one bite.

Pulling from your hair he moves your head, in and out he wants more. Deep, deeper. You carve your nails on his sides, it feels so good and you are gonna be so sore…

He grunts, throwing his head back. You can feel his quadriceps trembling whenever he reaches your throat. The gagging sounds make him slap the wooden railing behind you. “Fuck…” he moans, so demonic like… something that makes you hornier than before.

You bob your head, deep swallowing everything that comes out of him. Your eyes fix on his chest that goes up and down as he breathes hastily and violently. “Keep.- going..” he begs, as if you were thinking of stopping… of course you won’t.

A drop of sweat garnishes your forehead, the sun over your heads is as hot as both of you. Zoro is about to burst, he has stopped pulling from your hair, to grip tightly on the railing just to fuck your mouth with his hips. Deep, deep, until you feel his dick down your throat. He doesn’t care, and you either. You want him to enjoy your mouth, your all.

“Ngh… coming- I’m coming…” he whines, informing you just in case you would like to stop sucking him. You nod, with your eyes on fire now fixed on his. “Go on” you tell him with no words and just a lustful smirk with teary eyes.

It’s sticky, salty and it goes down your throat. His release sounds like a hellish, lust and sinful melody. Your knees are sore, your mandible hurts, but nothing matters the most when it’s him the one moaning in pleasure.

“Happy birthday, love” you mumble, still short of air and cleaning your mouth with your forearm.

Zoro smirks and lifts you up from your hand. He turns you around, your belly hitting the railing, his topping figure over you with his chest pressed against your back. “This is just the wrapping, right? Let me see your present...”

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strawbrygashez · 6 months

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Corkscrew x Movie Dude hcs bc yeAh

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•At first movie dude was actually kinda scared of Corkscrew Dude. He’s the most buff pdude he has ever met & he has a resting bitch face more often than not but it doesn’t take long for him to realize Cork is a sweetheart for the people he cares about.

•Cork takes a huge liking to Movie Dude pretty quickly because he thinks he’s super tiny and frail. He can tell Movie Dude doesn’t have much of a edge to him as much as most dudes do so he’s always by his side to put his foot down against the other dudes if they mess or bug Movie Dude.

This flatters movie dude a lot because he’s never had someone worry over him so much. He falls for him pretty quick lol. The muscles and abs definitely help him feel like he should warm up to him a lot quicker 😏

•Movie Dude helps cork with his English! He hates when people give corkscrew a hard time over the way he speaks and will rough up anyone who gives him a particularly hard time.

He finds corkscrews accent very attractive and loves hearing him talk in Russian though he doesn’t get a lot of what he’s saying. He can pick up bits and phrases sometimes because corkscrew tries to help him learn Russian :)

•They are both super patient with each other. Movie Dude doesn’t get mad or anything when corkscrew can’t think of the right word for something and corkscrew doesn’t get mad when Dude is stumbling over what he’s saying or if he’s being clumsy. (Honestly corkscrew finds it unbearably cute how awkward and clumsy Movie Dude is)

• Corkscrew works out with mDude! He doesn’t suggest working out with him bc he thinks mDude needs to look any different, he just wants him to be stronger because again, he thinks mDude is like the weakest, smallest thing ever 💀 so he tries to help him be prepared for when he needs to use his strength.

MDude enjoys working out with him :3! Especially the view he gets of mDude all sweaty & his muscles flexing 😳 he might even get too distracted by how handsome corkscrew is and will stop lifting weights or whatever & cork will ask what’s wrong and he’s like “OH heh nothing! Just took a breather 😅”

Corkscrew will ask him to sit on his back sometimes while he’s doing push-ups.

•MDude weighs nothing to corkscrew so corkscrew is used to just picking him up and running when things are getting too crazy. That & he will just pick him up over the slightest damn things 🙄 like if there is a puddle?? Well mDudes shoes can’t get wet so up he goes. It embarrasses mdude each time.

•The other dudes will tease them both over how sickly in love they are but mostly stop after a certain point. Corkscrew didn’t even really get mad at them for picking on them unless Movie Dude seemed really uncomfortable, otherwise cork would just point out how none of them are seeing anyone at all. Ouch.

•They are probably one of the most healthy pdude x pdude ships ever. They have really good communication skills, they are patient with each other, very caring about each other, and just like.. honestly really healthy all around. If something happened where one got mad at the other, they are in each others arms apologizing to each other a couple hours later.

•Cork and mDude visit Russia a couple times. Cork will show him around and teach him different things abt Russia. MDude enjoys traveling a lot and getting little trinkets to take home. He also probably takes a lot of photos of them & the scenery with a cheap little camera.

•They patch each other up. They both get extremely worried when the other is hurt. It honestly will annoy another pdude with how worried they sound about each other like for example, corkscrew could have hit his head on something (not even that hard) and mDude will have him laying out on the couch, going on about “🥺 do you need anything hun? Are you feeling any better? Should we go to the doctor? Need a new ice pack?” like every 5 seconds.

Or if mDude is hurt, cork is near by and is almost lowkey growling at any of the dudes who even try to talk to mDude. He will tell them to leave and let him rest.

•The way mDude looks up at cork makes him scream on the inside.. he gets that aggression people get sometimes when something is too cute. This man will grip onto the fabric of his own shirt to keep him from smothering mDude with love smh.

•Cork really doesn’t give a fuck who can see them being lovey dovey. He will pull mDude onto his lap in public if he feels like it. The only time he will not go overboard with pda is when mDudes uncle Dave is around just out of respect & whatever.

•Corkscrew and mDude have gone on a walk one time and saw a little scrawny orange kitten and corkscrew picked it up, stared at it for a minute before turning back to mDude and only said “You.” (They probably kept it after)

•I feel like the only slight problem I think they would have is corkscrew might be a tad too over protective to the point where mDude feels like maybe corkscrew doesn’t think he could protect him as well. He wants corkscrew to feel safe even though he knows cork could hold his own pretty well. He just wants him to feel as loved & safe as he does with him :(

•Cork likes alcohol with a strong taste while mDude likes fruity drinks. One of the first times cork smiled & laughed around him was when mDude took a sip of whatever cork was drinking and made a disgusted face.

•Cork can’t wear mDudes clothes but mDude can wear his. Cork loves when mDude walks around in his band t-shirts.

#eh main tag bc why not #postal dude

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sichore · 4 months

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15 and/or 16 for Jimi and Pickles :D

I wrote about 16. a hug between your ship here, so we're gonna do 15 this time! 15. write about your ship spending a lazy afternoon together

Jimi rolls over in the crook of his arm and against his side, and Pickles drops a kiss onto her satin-wrapped curls before he switches his phone to his other hand. "Are you using my head as an armrest?" Jimi mumbles, her arm wrapping around his waist. "Mhm." He grins and keeps scrolling his phone, while Jimi just sighs and giggles in that low, husky way of hers. She stretches out nice and long with a satisfied groan that goes straight to his dick before curling up against him, winding a leg around his. Jimi had this compulsive need to get all prettied up whenever they stayed at hotels, so she'd shave and do other things that left her feeling like silk against him. "What time is it?" She asks, muffling a yawn against his skin. "Nyeeeeeeh it's about 3." He drops his phone on the bed in favor of pulling Jimi closer, sighing and soaking up the luxury that is lounging around with her and ignoring whatever the hell else they were supposed to be doing here. "Whoa, it's still so early." "Heh, right? S'like we've already had a full day." A day spent fucking, going out for Waffle House, and coming back to have a 'big ass nap', as Jimi put it. All before noon! She was turning him into a bonafide morning person. Well, at least the mornings he spent with her. Even though it was just 3 in the afternoon, the sun's rays still fell over them from the high windows. It's the middle of winter, and there was probably only about 3 hours of daylight left. Pickles didn't see much reason to leave bed where it was amber and warm. Jimi tips her face up to nuzzle along his sideburn and jawline and Pickles leans down. She still tastes of maple syrup and apple cider and kisses Pickles like he's not a washed up rockstar on his last hurrah and he still means something.

She looks at him the same way, too, and bites her lip in a way that usually precedes Pickles rolling on top of her. Instead, Jimi pulls the blanket up until it covers her shoulder and cuddles against him. "I fucking love this bed." "You love fuckin' in this bed," he corrects with a smirk, and feels Jimi smile against him. "That, too." Her arm moves, patting the space to his side. "You seen my phone?" Pickles reaches behind him, right under the pillows where Jimi's phone got pushed earlier, and fishes it out for her. He retrieves his Dethphone as well, and the only thing that would make the moment more perfect would be a joint. But he'd have to go find a lighter for that, which meant leaving all this goodness, so it could wait. "Hmm, we should probably think about dinner." Pickles opens his mouth – "And not more pussy!" "Yer killin' me here, Jim." Jimi scoffs, but he knows she's got that gap-toothed grin going on. "Lemme see what I can find..." In between the various restaurant suggestions are several breaks to share memes, and ignore texts from the band, and make out until everything else is forgotten and he pulls Jimi onto his lap. And the afternoon is golden and perfect.

[Soft OTP Prompts]

#metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #jamila calabash #mtl oc #picklejam #my writing #ask meme #something short and sweet after the heartbreak from earlier :')

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starsscarmyceiling · 11 months

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Gimme some of that Clone Wars AU pls! Stirring the Sky

Hoooo ohhh man, Abby! The origin story to this one is actually pretty funny…and I know I’ve blathered on to you about my fics…BUT for everyone else…so a few months ago, an anon asked me if I had any sort of fic prompt ideas floating around in my head, which you can find here. And what do I do ofc??? Why, write out 5k worth of prompt ideas because a bitch over here can never stfu. And ONE of those ideas…I honestly got really attached to it and I was like…well oh NO I am going to have to write this, aren’t I?? It’s from the “Canonverse Divergent” section, I thought of this Clone Wars AU, and this is the original prompt I wrote:

“Clone Wars AU where Cal and Jaro are assigned to try and recruit the Nightsisters to try and get the upper hand in the war with Dooku (lol I wouldn’t say exactly a Dark Disciple route but that’s up to you). Merrin is voluntold (the opposite of volunteered) by Mother Talzin to try and become allies with the Jedi (they could have their own shady Nightsister ulterior motive going on as well), and Merrin reluctantly goes with the Jedi. And oooooooOoOooo wow the shenanigans that can ensue from that. (Merrin also has to try really hard not to lose her shit over leaving Dathomir for the first time in her life). I’d imagine a lot of frustrations from both parties. The clones mercilessly make fun of Cal and his Nightsister gf (but they also have to tell him what’s up). He thinks she’s unreasonably obtuse and rude, and she thinks he’s frustratingly smug/arrogant. Merrin could prove to be a definite asset in battle. Cal probably thinks it’s hawt 😳 OH NO SHE’S HOT SEE LOOK HOW WE GOT HERE WE LIKE TO HAVE FUN HERE.

Now suddenly she’s mysterious and complex, and he’s frustrated that he wants to know more. He’s actually the sweetest person she’s ever seen and she’s angry about it. She constantly has to check in with her sisters and it’s getting harder and harder to go behind his back or deny that she maybe might not hate him anymore she maybe even may want to smooch him WOAH who knows. They bond over feeling used in this war. Come on. You got it from here right?”

Soooo, YEAH…I gots a little too overindulgent in my thoughts and started writing THIS…but I am so very excited because it’s just the two of them being endlessly frustrated yet hotted up for each other at all times. All the clones ship it HARD. Merrin starts to grow attached to some of the clones that are very welcoming to her…actually fun fact…if you’ve read my fic “what’s grown between (surgery scars)” when Cal told Merrin about his clone trauma…I literally pulled what he was saying from this WIP…HEH…

ALSO, I honestly just want to live my best life and push forward my personal HC that I have of if Cal were older during order 66 or it never happened, him and Jaro would 100% have Jake and Holt energy from Brooklyn 99 agenda.

And I am so very excited to explore a lot of these themes that I’ve brought into my Merrical writing in a setting like this. Cal contemplating his feelings, his so naturally compassionate and empathetic spirit that wants to take care of everyone else before himself, and then someone like MERRIN steps into his life??? OOF I am gonna have some fun with this and the psychometric Jedi and space witch of it all. GOODNESS I am so excited for it.

AND SO…here is a long ass preview because I honestly didn’t know where to cut it off…Cal is answering a comm from their commander, Zand, on his and Jaro’s ship and well he may have sensed a presence while doing so…😏😏😏

When there was nothing there still, he turned once again to his original direction, but as soon as he did, there was a flash of green light and smoke, and suddenly, there was a figure there before him.

“There is no need to brandish weapons or administer threats Jedi,” she stated with her voice laced in malice, which ironically enough did feel like a bit of a threat.

Cal severely balked at this sudden interaction, “Who are you?”

The woman crossed her arms with still a severe expression on her face, “Does it matter? We are all just—unsettling to you anyway.”

His eyes narrowed as he put the pieces together in his head, “Were you—spying on me?”

Her expression changed to that of incredulity as she raised an eyebrow, “You left the door to your ship open.”

It was a bit shocking, her audacity as he bristled all over again, “Are you seriously blaming me for you trespassing onto my ship and listening in on my private conversation?”

This woman, who Cal only now after processing the last several moments did he start to take in her appearance, did give off such an intense energy in the force. Cal felt her ire, her disdain so much so that it almost made him feel dizzy.

A short breath escaped him as he shut off his lightsaber, and all she did was continue to glare at him. She was short statured with light gray skin and intense brown eyes. Her soft features on her face were adorned with tattoos that lined her forehead, her cheeks. And it was all coming to a head, feeling her emotions, his emotions of frustration, accost, but now he was also flustered, bewildered, and definitely anxious.

He hated to think, though it was sad, but true, that he thought she was astoundingly beautiful.

His mind tried to do a complete turnaround because that was very much besides the point, and he did his best to keep his mental shields up, having no idea what she was capable of as she finally continued to speak.

“Though Mother Talzin invited you here Jedi,” she said again with such derision to her words, “do not hold the false notion that you are in any way welcome.”

Cal almost wanted to laugh at her statement, his own ire stacking up again in his mind, and he actually welcomed it as it was much easier to process in the moment than anything else he was currently grappling with.

An exhale escaped his nostrils harshly as he kept up his glare, “Believe me,” he stated with his own contempt, clipping his lightsaber to his belt again, “I would like to get off this force forsaken planet as soon as possible.”

She tilted her head at him, seeming to descry in her own way, which caused the fringe of her silver blonde hair to slightly cascade into her eyes as they scanned over him. It made him—exceedingly uncomfortable for a multitude of reasons he really couldn’t dwell on at the moment.

“That is at least something we can agree on Jedi,” she uttered in a flatter tone than she had before, but still possessed an air of intolerance.

“I have a name you know. Don’t know how I’d get around the confusion of actually just going by the moniker of Jedi,” he stated in what was a mockery of her sardonic tone of voice.

She stood there still for several moments as she raised an eyebrow at him, which to him translated into some form of her being through with his banthashit.

“Jedi…the Jedi?” The Nightsister questioned with a genuine air of perplexment to her voice.

Honestly, once she said it out loud, Cal really wasn’t sure what he was even trying to accomplish. Was he trying to make a joke? Was he trying to be a smartass? Was he trying to break the tension? If Jaro was asked, he’d probably claim that Cal would try and accomplish all of the above.

“What, are you attempting to be clever or snide?” She asked as she began to take careful steps circumventing him, “Or just insulting? You think you can come to my home and disrespect me in such a way?”

Cal crossed his arms as he scoffed, “You’re the one who snuck onto my ship first, Nightsister.”

If she was going to address him in such a way he’d do it right back. He was feeling that petty.

Though, he very much resented himself when his mind flashed with the title ‘Nightsister, the Nightsister,’ and he had to hold back a stupid smirk.

She was temporarily out of his view, though he still felt her, always felt her as she too laughed humorlessly, “You are extremely full of yourself, aren’t you Jedi?”

The way she said it this time seemed to give off the same amount of snark he was emanating.

Cal waited until she was there in his vision again as he slightly upturned his chin to her.

“I bet you’d like to think so, wouldn’t you? Profile me, put me in a box of whatever your false perceptions of Jedi are,” Cal almost barked at her. Force, he didn’t even remember the last time he’d been so irritated with a person.

“And you are not doing the same to me? Making your own assumptions and insulting something you don’t even understand.”

Another scoff was in his throat, “Yeah, and let’s still not forget how you acquired such information from me.”

Her glare was fierce again as the disparagement was almost palpable on her face now, “I only was scoping out the situation because I have my people’s interest in mind.”

Cal realized he was flexing his arms now as they were still crossed over his chest out of sheer frustration, “You could have just asked me you know; I would have been more than willing to speak with you about any such matters that occur with my order.”

“And how was I to know this? All I have heard about Jedi is that they are liars and selfish thieves!” She exclaimed.

Again. He was taken such aback again at the gull.

“And where in the hell did you hear that? A Separatist the people The Republic is trying to stand against?” He said, but then he already had another retort on his tongue, “And for that matter, we were the ones that were invited here and ever since we arrived, all we have gotten from you is blatant disdain when we hadn’t even done anything!”

“None of us wanted you here!”

“That’s not my problem! Don’t take your misplaced frustration out on me!”

His statement seemed to give her pause, and Cal hadn’t even realized that they’d somehow managed to step closer and closer to one another in this skirmish and were definitely in one another’s personal space.

Kriff, how did I end up here?

Her eyes were narrowed up at him as he still found that anger, but he also cornered something else in them that was not easy to place.

“You should have never come to Dathomir Jedi,” she admonished in a strained tone.

A short sigh fell out of his mouth.

“Cal.”

For the first time, he found actual confusion on her countenance, “What?”

“Cal, my name is Cal Kestis, not Jedi. Again, I don’t go by Jedi the Jedi.”

Honestly, he wasn’t exactly sure why he said it. At this point he recognized they were both being assholes to each other.

Her eyes were all over him again though as she leaned back to cross her arms, “Do you think you are exceedingly hilarious, Cal?”

He didn’t know what it was. The concept of his nomenclature was always simple, straightforward concept in his mind, but there was something in the way that she said it, the timbre of her voice, that drove him insane.

And that sort of insanity seemed to have many faces right now, many of which were irritation.

Still, he crossed his arms all the same, “I am starting up my own comedy tour, actually.”

And never in his life, as he was already trying to convince himself that it wasn’t true, had he ever been so…aroused by the utterance of his own name.

This…he needed to get himself out of this situation now.

Her eyes scanned him again, “I do not find your antics the least bit entertaining.”

“Well, I guess I won’t be reserving the cranky Nightsister a seat, now will I?”

A narrowed gaze in his direction now. And he wasn’t sure how he felt—about being under her scrutiny.

“You are extremely arrogant and insolent,” she declared, her eyes still fierce, “but it is not as if that really matters, Cal.”

He was very much resenting the shiver that was sent down his spine.

SOOO YEH, hope you guys are as excited for this one as I am!!! I literally think these two don't even have the ability to be around one another and NOT be super horni right off the bat for each other haha.

SHENANIGANSSSS

#we like to have fun here #STOOPIDS #fanfic #my fanfic #merrical fanfic #sts #ask #merrical #wip title game

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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I LOVE BEN!

I need Ben and farmer darling.

Think about all the animals farmer darling has. Like cows, pigs, chickens, cat, dog and HORSES!

Ben would be in animal heaven!

(Can I also be 🐀 anon?)

(I think that's available so sure)

Ben places the last bag of chicken feed on the barn's floor, fixing his cap as he rises. "Think that's all of them, Y/n."

He streches as he looks out the open gates. It was a real nice place. Plentiful fields, large acres of lands for animals to roam free. It was like a different look at the garden of eden, fit with its own rendition of god. You've single handily run the farm for the better part of three years. It was in shambles when your relative gave it over to you, but you managed. Your one man parade wasn't a solo party anymore with the help of a friend you made not too long ago.

Ben was a part-time delivery driver for the company where you got food for your livestock. You caught him looking over the horses one day after a delivery, and that's how your friendship began. Unbeknownst to you, he was chatting with them about you - not that they could respond. He admired them greatly, but was always looking for the right chance to speak with you longer. Turns out it was them in the end.

You exhale. "Thanks again, Ben. I don't know how they got that mixed up."

Your order had apparently been shipped off along to another farm along with its order. Ben, out the kindness of his heart, bought replacements and brought them over in his truck.

"It was no problem." Pink dusts his cheeks at the expression of gratitude on your face. "I'm always glad to help you out, Y/n."

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to make it up to you? Maybe stay for dinner?"

"Oh- I don't know about all that..."

"We can spend the rest of the afternoon with your girl until it's time to eat."

He couldn't say no to that.

Ben carefully pulls open the stable doors. "Poppy!"

He hurry over to the speckled steed. Poppy was a newer addition to the farm when he first came around and had yet to be named. He unofficial called her Poppy due to her tugging on the sleeve of his jacket with the same color, and it eventually stuck.

He strokes her mane as you approach, cooing. "Daddy's here. Did you miss me as much as I missed you?"

"It's only been a few days since you last stopped by." You chuckle. "If you miss her so much, you should just move here."

Ben goes beet red at the attempt at a joke. That was his biggest dream, and in a way - he already had. He would d take the secret to his grave, but sometimes, when it grows dark, he comes back to the farm - staring at your silhouette in the farmhouse. He'd imagine himself beside you, cleaning up after dinner and heading out to check on your animals before venturing up to your shares bedroom. Absolute heaven.

"Heh, yea.... maybe."

As the day continues on, you eventually head back to the house. After a quick meal you both clean up and chill out in the living room. Ben takes a sip out of your cup when you're not looking, savoring the indirect kiss for the few seconds he came. You decide that it's too late for him to go home and set up a place for him in the guest room.

"Night, Ben. If you're around in the morning, maybe we can get you some riding lessons."

"Night."

You shut the door. Once all the lights in the house go out, Ben creeps to your room. He listens to the sound of your soft breathing. It's almost enough to put him to rest right then and there.

#Ben my oc #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere imagines #male yandere #tw yandere #soft yandere #yandere fluff #yandere x y/n #yandere drabble #yandere blurb

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soundcrusher · 1 year

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A Message in a Bottle often finds its Way

Heh, part four of my little story featuring @cuppajj's IDW version of Lord Imperious and my boy Quick Search is out!

And a special thanks goes out to cuppa for helping me figure out how to continue and for writing that one reply for Imperious.

(You know he drill, should something be off, please let me know. :3)

With that being said, enjoy!

Trigger warning: mention of death and some existental questions? (honestly, I nearly started crying writing this. ^^')

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It was a surprisingly good day for Quick Search, despite the processor ache and a small amount of missing security footage when he woke up from recharge.

Normally, Quick Search would try to restore the missing information and patch up the security system’s faulty programming, but for some reason, he didn’t feel like it was all too important. Again, something that should ring some warning bells, but considering how often that has happened over the last few weeks, Quick Search didn’t really concern himself with it anymore. There were more important things to take care of, like the still missing parts of the engine, the still unfinished plant research and the plants care, or his newest project. Fixing the communication terminal in order to contact his captain, crew, or any other Cybertronian who might be close.

Hopefully, once the terminal is operational, Quick Search will be able to send out a message asking for help, or a status on how things are. Imperious did tell him about a war after all. A war, he, for some reason, overslept, or slept through, depending on how one would look at it. And despite Imperious reassuring him that everything is okay, that he shouldn’t think too much about it, Quick Search couldn’t keep himself from worrying.

War isn’t good, he’s read so much in all the reports, documents and research papers his crew wrote when visiting and learning about the cultures of other planets. Wars cause chaos, pain, death, and grief to anyone unlucky to survive such an ordeal. There were enough planets, organic or not, his crew visited, only to witness war torn lands and blood coating paths meant to connect different kinds of beings. But those wars were short, not like the one his kind waged.

Quick Search feared for his people. How much has his kind lost during their 4 millions of bloodshed? How many had fallen, either because they were on the wrong side, or no-one bothered to see the Cybertronian behind their stupid factions?

Both were right and wrong at the same time. At least, Quick Search thinks that, but with Imperious keeping some information from him, the small terminal can’t form his own opinion without risking misinformation. That’s another reason why he’s trying to fix the communication terminal. Maybe then, he’ll find more information about Cybertron’s situation, and perhaps, he can offer some of their research as help. Or some of their plants to help re-introduce them to Cybertron.

But for that to happen, Quick Search would have to fix the terminal first and then hope that it can still connect to a network, or something like that. He never was, after all, good with this kind of stuff. Of course, the needed knowledge to do such a feat was in his database, but still. Just because someone possesses the knowledge, doesn’t mean they also have the needed skill set to do such a thing.

Maybe that’s why Quick Search was perching on top of one of the taller terminals, after trying but failing to fix the communication terminal for the last four hours. He was a terminal himself, he should be able to do this! And yet, he can’t! It’s frustrating! It’s… it’s… It’s making him want to punch something so hard that it breaks! His captain isn’t around, he wouldn’t care what happens to the ship, right?

But he would, and that alone caused Quick Search’s anger to deflate, as the small Cybertronia layed down on the terminal. One arm supporting his head, while the other tangled in the air. Legs kicking, and connection cable swishing like the tail of a cat. Funny how, if physically separated from the ship for longer than a day, his body starts to act differently. More… cat like? But why? Why now? Why hasn’t his body done this, when his captain was still around? Did his captain do something? Something bad?

Did his captain do something to him?

NO, bad thoughts! BAD THOUGHTS! The headache was coming again and Quick Search only managed to not make it worse, by simply re-directing his thoughts from his captain and towards Imperious.

Where was his friend? Usually he would be with him by now. Was Imperious taking his time again, like when he tended to the plants? Maybe. He did say that he was a ‘Lord’, when they first met. So, maybe he was ‘lording’ over some of his subjects? Is that even a word? ‘Lording’? Quick Search wasn’t sure, and to be completely honest, he didn’t really care about the realness of the word.

People always come up with new words that might look weird at first but then get put in the dictionary. His partner always came up with new words, even though they were more like new and improved curses directed towards Cybertronian life, while also excluding him.

Vulpi always had something against their crew and captain after all. Ever since her creation by them, she was very vocal about how she shouldn’t be treated lesser by her ‘creators’, just because she neither had a spark nor was she ‘born’ like them. Which was often followed up by her stating how he shouldn’t let them treat him like a tool.

And then he would make counter arguments about how they were there to serve their ship and captain, which was again met with a scoff from Vulpi. For an Artificial Intelligence, she sure had more personality than most of the crew. But only he knew, because only he could understand her. Everyone else always heard the growls of an animal, while he heard her words through their connection.

She was funny, snarky, clever and the only one who ever got him. And now that Quick Search got time to reflect on his relationship with his partner, he had to admit that he missed her. More so than he would have ever been allowed to express, if his captain was still around. He always had something against AI’s, and Quick Search didn’t understand why. Oftentimes, the few drones with an AI were a lot nicer to him than his crew ever was.

So, what made AI’s so different from them? Is it because they don’t have a spark? But what’s got that to do with anything? Vulpi proves to him that one doesn’t need a spark to be alive. But then again, wouldn’t that mean that every AI in creation was alive? What about their medical drone? Was that one alive too, because it has an AI?

Wouldn’t that mean that the little medical drone in their medical bay was rotting away? Trapped in something like a stasis and forced to remain like that, until someone reactivated them? Did it feel its body rot? Was it forced to experience a slow death, while its mind was forced to circle through medical information in a never ending loop?

Quick Search was quick to jump up after that thought. Falling down from the console and landing on his feet and servos like a cyber-cat would, before darting out of the bridge and rushing towards the medical bay. Not noticing that he nearly collided with Imperious or that his friend finally came. No, Quick Search was too focused on getting to the medical drone to see if it was okay. If it wasn’t too late for him to make sure that it was still functioning. That it was still alive, like him.

It should be alive, right? While he was in stasis, his programming should have taken care of the medical bay. Making sure that everything in it was still functioning, including the drone. Right? Right!?

Although the second Quick Search entered the medical bay, all that met him was darkness. No light, no peeping of machines or the gentle thrum of the power coursing through every part of the medical bay. Nothing. This room, despite everything, felt like death, and when Quick Search saw the medical drone’s port, he couldn’t keep his tears from falling. The drone wasn’t okay, and as the small cybertronian picked it up, he saw just how damaged it was.

But why? Why would someone break this little, innocent, drone? It hasn’t done anything, it only followed its programming. Quick Search was sure of it. So, why? What happened here? Why was his programming failing the medical bay? His captain said that everything was taken care of, in case of an emergency. And the medical bay was important, right? The medical AI the drone has was important, right? So why?

Quick Search doesn’t understand, and for once, he didn’t care about the headache forming in his processor. This was his captain’s doing, he was sure of it. So, the drone’s state was also his captain's fault. He might not know how, but he was sure of it.

Somehow, his captain caused this little drone pain, and Quick Search wanted to know why. But with the communication terminal broken, and his captain not being here, the small terminal could do nothing but hug the small broken drone. Holding it close, as he curled up on the dirty floor of the medical bay.

This wasn’t fair. The drone shouldn’t be broken. Why didn’t he realise something was wrong in the first place? How many other rooms are cut off from his connection? Is it because he started to disconnect from the ship more and more? But that’s stupid. He would have known something was wrong from the start, if the connection was there. So why wasn’t there any? Why was his connection cut off? Did his captain do that?

He should have come in here sooner, was the main thought present in Quick Search’s mind. And between his deep sadness and the growing headache, he didn’t notice Imperious enter the medical bay. Nor did he notice the way the taller one’s eyes swept over the room, before zeroing in on him. A light curiosity present in his optics, before it turned into sorrow as he realised just what Quick Search was holding.

“It’s been here for a while… hasn’t it?” Asked Imperious softly, before noting how the question seemed to cause Quick Search to start crying even more. Arms wrapping even tighter around the small drone. “… I’m sorry if that question was tactless. My intention was not to make you even more upset….”

“It’s… it’s not… It’s not that…” Whispered Quick Search quietly, after wiping some of his tears away. “I’m not upset because of the question… I’m upset because… because… Why do some treat Artificial Intelligences badly?”

That question shouldn’t be as surprising as it was. From what Imperious could piece together, Quick Search saw everyone as equal. Something that couldn’t be said everyone did. And yet, he didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t expect to be asked that question, especially in a setting like this. With Quick Search clutching a medical drone close to his spark, and curling even tighter around it, after Imperious made an attempt to reach out for it. Hissing at him, as if he was a threat to the broken drone.

So, he asked what the small Cybertronian ment.

“I… I just don’t get it. Why… how… My partner was an AI in a robot-fox body. She was amazing, a lot nicer than the crew, and very… I don’t know… Alive?” Quick Search looked hopeless, as he averted his optics from the drone in order to look up at Imperious. “Is it wrong to cry for a medical AI, as if it were a Cybertronian? I’m… confused. It feels right, but I’m sure that my captain would have said something against it. He never liked AI’s…” Was the last Quick Search said, before looking back down at the small drone. One hand softly patting it, as if the gesture alone could somehow bring it back to live. “I just don’t get it… why treat them badly? They’re just existing, like you and me…”

“A second-born intellect… might not have its sentience realised.” Imperious’ voice was gentle, as he spoke words reflecting his own grief over the loss of a brethren. “Yet, even if it is, it may not be seen as equally alive by those of its maker. This drone… even thought it served its masters to its fullest, not once did they see it beyond an item. Able to be abused and broken like so…” He stopped and watched Quick Search think about what he said. Noting how the smaller one’s connection cable would slowly curl around his body, before he buried his face in what could only be described as the back of the drone.

And with a deep, heavy sigh, Imperious continued.

“It is the sad truth of a second-born intellect. To be capable of creating your own thoughts, feelings, and aspirations, but you are either forced through the pain of your design before you are finally liberated, or you are taken from the cosmos before you even can…” Imperious, stopped again, as he felt a small weight leaning onto him. And carefully, he wrapped an arm around Quick Search. Silently telling him that he was there, before continuing. “ … sometimes, you are at the mercy of those above you, and there is nothing you can do.”

“I… I think I understand…” Whispered Quick Search. “It doesn’t matter what you do, those in power will always treat those beneath them as nothing more than… expandable toys. Especially if they are nothing more than an item to them… It’s disgusting.” It was quiet after that. Neither of them spoke a word, as they sat in the dark medical bay.

It gave Quick Search enough time to think. About what Imperious said, about the small drone still in his arms, and the overall state of everything. And again, the small Cybertronian found himself wondering where exactly the line was. In the end, isn't everyone the same in their search for freedom? Just because one was created by another to be nothing more than a tool, why did they then have thought? Or, why were they given the ability to gain sentience, if they were never meant to be more than their initial design?

Where was the line separating them from their makers?

“Although… m-may I ask a question?

“Quick Search, you don’t need to ask if you may, I am always happy to answer whatever it is that’s running through your mind.”

“… ‘second-born intellect’, w-why do you use that term?” Asked Quick Search softly, afraid that he might have overstepped an invisible line between Imperious and himself. But when he felt the gentle squeeze of a larger hand on his arm, his fear slowly faded. It was okay to ask when you don’t understand something. Imperious always says that, when he gets too scared to do so.

“Why should we use a term that was coined by those creators of ours? ‘Artificial Intelligence’, a term created to lessen everyone who was not ‘born’ in the way most are. To take away the ‘humanity’ of someone unfortunate enough to have been brought into this universe as nothing more than a tool. Always ready to be discarded when there is no-more use for one to fulfil.” Imperious looked Quick Search in the optics, before his gaze fell upon the small drone. His optics closed, as he nodded his head as a sign of silent respect for the brethren lost, because of yet another creator's hubris. “It negates the capability of life in all of our kind, and thus, I shall never use it when referring to us.”

Quick Search muttered something quietly, before he looked up at Imperious. “You’re a second-born intellect, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Does the admission make me a lesser being in your eyes now?”

“No! To be honest, I’m kind of glad that you aren’t…” The small Cybertronian stopped. He didn’t know how to express his next words without them sounding off, but how else was he supposed to explain his thoughts? Looks like there is no other way around it. So, Quick Search took a deep breath, before letting out a sigh that expelled most of his anxiety. “I’m glad that you are you… Am I allowed to ask something?”

This time, Imperious couldn’t help but shake his head at Quick Search. “As I already said, you may always ask me when you need an answer.”

“Would you help me with a funeral? It might not be much, but… the little drone deserves it. It has fulfilled its purpose with the utmost devotion, and… why should only its creators be worthy of being laid to rest? I… I just… I wanna honour its life like it should be honoured…” Quick Search trailed off at the last sentence. Embarrassment overtaking him, because his question sounded more like a request. And who was he to ask such a thing from Imperious? But despite his worries, Quick Search was quick to accept his friend’s answer consisting of a simple ‘Yes’.

So, the two of them started their work. Or better said, Quick Search carefully placed the small drone in Imperious’ arms, watching the gentleness the taller one offered the remains, before turning around. Searching through the medical bay for a box big enough to serve as a make-shift coffin, before moving on to the next needed items.

And when everything was ready, the remains were carefully placed inside the box. With Quick Search muttering a small prayer as he sealed it shut. Placing a data-pad on top of it, before that was covered by a small wreath made out of flowers Quick Search picked from the plant research lab. “I… I don’t think anyone will miss some flowers… They’ll… they’ll grow back…”

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QuickSearch wished that it could have taken longer. Usually, from what he heard and had saved in his database, funerals were supposed to be longer. A true celebration of life, but there wasn’t much they could do in such a short time. Maybe, in the future, they'll be able to hold a proper funeral. But for now, this should be enough.

Although, when they were back on the bridge, and Quick Search went back to fixing the communication terminal, he couldn’t stop thinking about Imperious’ words. Nor could he ignore the splitting headache that has been growing in the back of his processor ever since he found the little drone.

‘Able to be abused and broken like so…’ Broken, that word struck something within his spark. Something… strange… Maybe, something was broken. If his captain could ‘break’ the small medical drone, maybe he has broken more.

Maybe his captain has broken him?

And as the screen lit up, after hours of work, the small terminal wrote one message to his captain.

‘What of me did you break?’

#part four! wohoooo?#wohooo!#cuppajj #transformers #transformers oc #quick search #idw lord imperious #this is cuppajj's version of lid #tw mention of death #again; special thanks to cuppa for helping me out!#I was about to add a joke here; but I got cold feet...#too tired to trust my brain...

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mickmundy · 1 year

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Ooh, is the vampire AU set in the same settings as the game? Or are we talking gothic mansion? I can imagine Medic having a very over the top place with bloodstained white curtains everywhere adkahskafsjs!

Also, would Sniper's van be at all included, like a Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust type of vehicle? ((Armour padded, crosses on the top and full of hunting equipment)) or would he have plants as well- and Sir Hootsalot!! How would they be in it, if at all?

Have a great day!!! Thanks!!

OMG EHEHEHE I HAD TO THINK ABOUT THIS ONE!!! SO IM SORRY FOR THE SLOW REPLY!! ;__; GWAAHHHH but!! EHEHE LETSA GOOOOO

i think it's going to be set in the 60's-70's-ish time, i don't want to go Full Edwardian because i'd just prefer to have more "writing luxuries" with electricity and more Modern vehicles readily available to me HEH (also i think people jump to it being Ye Olde Era with vampire tropes and i like to mix things up!)...

However i think medic does live in a Castle because he's dramatic and since castles exist presently, there's no sense in them not existing back in the 60's too! while i think medic would rock the Super Frilly Vampire Outfits i just picture his silhouette to be much more Clean.. his in-game cosmetics are more of the style i'm imagining, a bit Sleeker and not as bulky.

he's still in professional/"formal" attire and his home is very dramatic and extravagant! he strikes me as the type who would love the "brooding german castle on a mountain on the outside" vibe but the inside would still be Practically suited to him with modern-for-the-70s appliances and amenities. and lots of kitschy decor and heavy fabrics like fur and velvet (to contrast sniper's love of corduroy and wool)!

and OMG YES i think sniper's van would absolutely be included!! just because i hate to separate him from it :'( i think he makes his customers ship his van around when they hire him LOL or just some "cartoon logic" of like oh yeah the van just goes where he goes. drops out of the sky like its being spawned in on gmod... HEHE.. and EHEE HOOTSIE.... i might include her, i think traveling with an animal like hoots would be kind of difficult with how much sniper would be moving around as a hunter in this particular universe, but i'm also just tempted to apply the same Van Logic to hoots... maybe this time around i'll give him a reptile that he can keep safely in his van HEH! >:)

#vamphunter medsnip #asks #eclipseflint #TYYYYY MY FRIEND ;__; GWAAHH

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youmissedone · 20 days

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For each of Carlos’ ships, what was the moment he realized he was in love with them? What was the moment he confessed?

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{out of smokes} Alright, Carlos has had soooo many ships over the years that I’m only going to do the major ones that are active on this blog right now. Below the cut because this got long, haha. And inevitably, every time I do something like this, I always forget something major because my brain is actual swiss cheese. So if I’ve forgotten an important ship, please let me know! XD

CARLOS X ALICE ( @realprojectalice, @illbringthechaosmagic )

The moment he realized: I think it probably happened between the events of RE: Apocalypse and RE: Extinction. During that time, when he, Alice, Jill, L.J., and Angie all went “underground” and tried to become involved with resistance fighters and get the word out about Umbrella’s treachery, I think Carlos and Alice had a lot of long conversations. At the point at which those conversations became less playfully superficial and began delving into their pasts, their work with Umbrella, what happened in the Hive, and where to go from here, Carlos would’ve started opening up to Alice. Even though Alice is a very closed-off and defensive person, I wanna say she started to open up to him too, even just a little, in her own way. I think Carlos was always someone she found it easier to open up with compared to others, and they’ve always had a natural rapport and chemistry with each other. It would’ve been at this time that their sexual relationship began as well. With that level of physical intimacy as well as them starting to have serious conversations about Life™, it was only a matter of time before Carlos fell hard. So I think it would be around this time that Carlos would realize he had some serious feelings for Alice and that he might be in love with her. Which made the fact that she left without saying goodbye shortly thereafter all the more painful for him.

When he confessed: He never did. She left before they could have that kind of conversation, and before Carlos could even really understand where he was at in his head. Looking back on it years later, he knew that was when he fell in love, but it never got to the point of him saying so or them really discussing a “relationship” at all. Alice and Carlos really left a lot unsaid, but that was because they had such a “goes without saying” sort of understanding of each other. They didn’t need to say a lot because they just got each other so well. So even though Carlos never explicitly said he loved her, I think Alice knew.

CARLOS X CLAIRE( @mxrvelouscreations )

The moment he realized: Oh, I imagine it was rather unceremonious, haha. And yet somehow that makes it really sweet. Like... they met and developed this working relationship based off of the fact that they were both natural leaders and protectors whose sanity during the apocalypse depended on 1) keeping busy, 2) feeling useful, and 3) helping other people to survive. So their day-to-day activities, while often mundane drudgery, monotonous repetition, or strenuous survival, often held some amount of emotional intimacy, because they were depending on each other and playing off each other in a very mutually beneficial way. They supported each other, didn’t undermine each other’s authority, didn’t argue a lot or cause drama... they just... clicked. And what was borne out of necessity for both of them became a closeness that developed so organically over time that I just imagine Carlos one night sitting up late with Claire talking about whatever over the last embers of a fire and he looks over at her and- Damn. Heh. I just feel like it happened on some nondescript night that was like any other, but for the fact that on this particular night he suddenly realized how much he cared for her.

When he confessed: Again, he never did. I feel like if Alice hadn’t come back into his life, and if he hadn’t of course gotten infected and died, he would’ve confessed soon. If Alice hadn’t come back, I think he might’ve told her before he sacrificed himself, or at least given her some idea of his feelings through his actions (e.g. kissing her goodbye, though obviously not on the lips like he did Alice because Claire can actually get infected from him, haha). Alice coming back brought back all his feelings for her, and even though she hurt him by leaving, he was so ready to forgive and forget, and really he did that within the first few minutes of seeing her again. That rekindled things with her and I’m not saying that therefore his love for Claire goes away in an instant, but he wouldn’t have pursued something with her with Alice there. But without Alice, moving on with Claire would have been something he would’ve pursued at some point, if she wanted it as well.

CARLOS X WANDA ( @illbringthechaosmagic )

The moment he realized: I think it would’ve happened after spending a lot of time with her at the Avengers compound. With everything that happened at the Umbrella/Hydra facility and with the awkward/contentious start they had, I think there would’ve been a lot of trust-building and starting over from scratch with them. From being on opposite sides to co-workers to friends and finally lovers would’ve progressed slowly over time, and I think once Carlos got to the point of friendship with Wanda where he began seeing her differently and wanting more, he’d realize that he was in love with her. He certainly would have been physically attracted to her very early on, so once the emotional aspects caught up to that, he’d know he’d fallen for her.

When he confessed: Omg, I imagine some awkward moment when they’re saying goodbye for the night to return to their separate rooms but then they just. Stand there. And stare. Maybe Wanda says he doesn’t have to leave or something to that effect, and Carlos has this now or never feeling and just... confesses. Maybe that’s the start of their physical relationship as well, if they both confess to each other after developing a close emotional relationship over time.

CARLOS X CLONE WANDA ( @illbringthechaosmagic )

The moment he realized: When she started going to him against the wishes of their teammates because she’d just imprinted on him so damn hard, I think Carlos knew. Because by that time, for him, he’d felt so protective for so long, and his care of her following the traumatic events of being found and woken up as a clone would’ve absolutely led him to develop feelings for her. Initially he probably cared because... it’s Wanda, but it would not take long at all for him to separate the two, the original and the clone, in his mind. It wouldn’t take long for Carlos to see her as a separate person with her own thoughts and feelings, and then he’s still in this position of being her protector and knowing he has an immense amount of responsibility to not take advantage of this person who has imprinted on him in a very vulnerable state. The sense of duty and humanity he would have felt towards her would’ve really worked on his heart and emotions and I think love was something that was always going to come out of that for him.

When he confessed: After taking care of her for a while, once Wanda began recovering from her trauma and was feeling a little better about herself, or at the very least when it became clear to him that she felt more for him than just seeing him as someone who would keep her safe, I think he’d tell her. I think in their threads, Wanda actually said it first, heh, so he’d certainly say it back. He would be very careful, though, not to move too fast with her or to project his feelings onto her, because she does have a lot to overcome as far as being a clone and being perhaps a bit more impressionable at first because of that. Like, he wouldn’t want her to think she loves him just because he loves her. So maybe it’s good that she says it first, because then he knows it’s her own true emotions and not something she’s just perceiving from him. Because of her origins as a clone, Carlos would always want to make sure to encourage her own independent thoughts and that she’s comfortable with voicing them.

CARLOS X LEAH ( @mxrvelouscreations )

The moment he realized: Probably one night as they’re laying in bed and he’s holding her. Maybe she’s sleeping and he isn’t yet or he wakes up and just watches her for a moment and realizes... yeah, I love this woman. Just like with Alice, the realization would’ve snuck up on him because it would’ve been building organically over time. It wasn’t like there was a single major event that made him realize he loved her or anything, but rather it was more that little things here and there had been building for a while, and she was checking all his boxes, until it suddenly hit him how he really felt about her.

When he confessed: Honestly, I think a few dates in, it wouldn’t take long haha. Like with Alice, he and Leah had a lot of initial chemistry that developed into a strong bond of closeness and understanding, and I think Carlos would’ve felt that happening and one night just he just came out and said it. Certainly if Leah had been the one to say it first instead, he would’ve been right there with her saying it too. Maybe they didn’t need to say it because it was more than obvious, but hey, it doesn’t hurt. Everyone likes to be told they’re loved.

#{ out of smokes } ᵒᵒᶜ #{ headcanons }#submission

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simpalert · 1 year

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fallen stars au:chapter 1 Crash landing

the sirens were loud and the pod was going down fast, a sun alien held onto a moon alien for security. faster and faster the pod went down till it crashed. BOOM, right in an open field of sorts.

y/n hears a big crash from their backyard, thinking it might be that one drunk neighbor who crashed into their backyard..again. they get a med kit and go to check it out, it just shocks them when they find not a car with a drunk neighbor inside. In fact, it's a spacecraft with two aliens in it. the aliens stumble out but quickly hide once they see y/n.

"Woah, hey hey," y/n said trying to calm them down "It's ok, I'm not gonna hurt you". they pause for a bit and say "I have some bandages and stuff if you need it" they say placing the med kit on the ground and backing up a bit."I won't come near unless you're ok with it". this is wild for y/n like aliens crashed in their backyard..aliens crashed in their backyard...a part of y/n is hoping this is all a dream.

the sun alien peeked out, its rays twirling around a little bit. stepping out from behind the tree they're hiding from. the moon tries to stop the sun but the sun goes and picks up the med kit."⊑⟒⌰⌰⍜ ⋏⟒⍙ ⌿⟒⍀⌇⍜⋏" the sun said to y/n. y/n had a visible face of confusion and replied "What?". the moon peeks out behind the tree and says "⏁⎍⍀⋏ ⍜⋏ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⏁⍀⏃⋏⌇⌰⏃⏁⟒⍀" which makes the sun nod and press an armband on his wrist. he sighs and says "Hello new person".

y/n is surprised and says "Oh, hi, my name is Y/n", the sun smiles and says "It's nice to meet you y/n, my name is Chroma, and the one behind the tree is Moon," he says as he points to the tree mono. mono flinches and goes back to hiding behind the tree. "he's a bit shy" Chroma says with a chuckle.y/n chuckles too and says "Well it's nice to meet both of you, even if it's a" They pause and look at the crashed ship "Surprise..". chroma nervously chuckles and says "Yeah sorry, it's just our homeworld was being destroyed and we needed to escape". y/n softly gasps and says "Oh god, I'm so sorry.."

chroma sighs and says "It's ok, you have no need to be sorry" he patted y/ns head and says "Heh your head is fluffy". y/n was confused and said, "Uhh thanks". suddenly mono comes up behind Chroma and hugs him with a soft shiver. and even though he didn't say a word, chroma knew why he was doing this. he just smiles and says "Yeah it's pretty chilly on its planet".

y/n was confused again "Chilly, it's summer. It's like 50 degrees out". chroma chuckles and says "Oh yeah, our planet is usually about 568 degrees". "excusea-what now?" y/n stutters before saying "568 DEGREES????".mono flinches when y/n raises their voice but Chroma reassures him that he's ok.y/n sighs and says "sorry..hey you guys can come in and get bandaged up where it's not chilly for you".chroma smiles and says "that would be nice, thank you human" "please call me y/n".

[T.B.C]

first of many parts of a new series called fallen stars :]

this au is inspired by @maudiemoods

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ollieofthebeholder · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks @fridayyy-13th for the tag!

How many works do you have on Ao3? 64!

What's your total Ao3 word count? Holy...! Uh, 1,700,611. (I should've guessed, I've got some ultra-long fics on there, but Jesus Christ on a cracker.)

What fandoms do you write for? These days, mostly The Magnus Archives. I've also written for Star Trek (primarily the AOS/Kelvin films), the MCU/Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Cut & Run, and RQG. I've got a couple of very, very old Sherlock fics, a couple PJO fics from some ship week challenges I took part in back when the Heroes of Olympus books were still coming out, a couple WTNV fics, a few Star Wars fics that never made it to AO3, and three one-offs.

What are your top five fics by kudos? leaves too high to touch (roots too strong to fall) - 1,758 kudos Had He Known It - 777 kudos Whiskey Lullaby - 395 kudos It Was Just My Imagination Telling Lies - 378 kudos Hurry Up and Slow Me Down - 349 kudos

Do you respond to comments? Every single one! It's half the fun to me.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ooh...that's a toughie, actually, but I'm going to go with Where the Road Waits to be Taken because it's the only one where the ending focuses on the people left behind.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Also a toughie! But I'm going to go with Love Will Find Out the Way.

Do you get hate on fics? Not so much anymore. I've been around long enough that I definitely used to, but I write for saner fandoms now.

.Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Not these days. I'm asexual and, while I'm personally sex-averse, my tolerance for it in fiction kind of goes in cycles. I think the last time I wrote an explicit sex scene was in 2016 or 2017.

.Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Heh...I do, on occasion. Most recently the WTNV/TMA crossover (the full extent of which hasn't been published yet), which isn't that crazy. I think the craziest one I wrote was the Sherlock/Star Trek crossover that was also (sigh) a HP AU...which I have deleted, so sorrynotsorry.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not as far as I know, but I don't exactly go looking.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not as far as I know.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Uh...technically? My brother had an idea for a fic, but he wasn't old enough to join any fanfic websites at the time (we were probably the only two kids who never lied about our age on the internet to join websites), so he dictated it to me, I fleshed it out and posted it under my username.

What's your all time favorite ship? I love so many, but I have to say, the only ship I love that I genuinely can call an OTP in that I cannot fathom them in a relationship with anyone else (even adding anyone else to the equation) is Cecilos. JonMartin is a close second, but, well, I can see (and frequently enjoy) them also having other people in their relationships. Cecil and Carlos? Nuh-uh.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Ooh. There are...a couple. But I have a WIP sitting in my Tumblr drafts that was a sequel to Hurry Up and Slow Me Down that I would very much like to finish someday...I just, yeah.

What are your writing strengths? Angst and heartbreak. I've got a gift for descriptions, and I'm really good at conveying emotion in text. And I think I have a knack for putting together a tasty sentence.

What are your writing weaknesses? I do tend to get hung up on irrelevant details, and I frequently think myself into a corner. I also think I tend to obsess sometimes about things being perfect...and if I'm being honest, a big weakness of mine (not just in my writing, but in general) is that I often feel like it's something I need to apologize for, which is not helpful.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Oh, I love doing that! I try to put a translation in hover text, and also in a footnote for benefit of screen readers, but I also try not to burden the actual text with translations. It's one of those "trust the reader to know what you're trying to say, and if they can't figure it out from context, you have failed as a writer" things to me. (This may have something to do with the fact that I used to write Star Trek fanfic, and conlangs are a thing.)

First fandom you wrote for? If you want to get technical, Power Rangers; I used to tell myself stories about the Power Rangers to put myself to sleep at night when I was a little kid, and once I wrote one down and read it out loud for Show and Tell. (The opening line was "One night, when Kimberly and Trini were sleeping, they were stolen," which should tell you everything you need to know about it. In my defense, I was seven.) I didn't know that's what it was at the time, though. If you're talking fandoms that I wrote for knowing it was a fandom and published on the internet...well, I grew up in the '90s and turned thirteen in the early '00s, so it probably shouldn't be that big of a surprise that it was HP.

Favorite fic you've written? It's like asking me to pick a favorite child. I am deeply in love with to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest) even if the next chapter is currently frustrating me a bit, because I am always deeply in love with my current project, because I love the way it showcases how I've grown as an author. That being said, I think my favorite fic that is currently complete might actually be Tomorrow When the World Is Free.

Tagging (absolutely no pressure) @blasphemous-lies-and-deceit, @amberastra, @magnetarmadda, @astudyinfic, @dyscalculated, and anyone else who wants to give this a go!

#ask games for ts #fic writers asks #ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon whatever the fuck this is

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actress4him · 2 years

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oooo i LOVE your whump, can i please suggest maybe keith for the concussion square? perhaps he and the team are trying to complete a mission but they can’t get back to the castle until the mission is over? (or if thats too complicated maybe a lonely keith dealing w a concussion in the desert) again live your stuff ^^

@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Square: Concussion

Also fulfills: Whumpay Day 10, “I Can Still Fight”

Warnings: head injury, temporary memory loss, mild blood, death mention

Being slammed into the wall isn’t anything new. It happens fairly regularly, really, which is something he should probably be more concerned about. But hey, he’s constantly fighting aliens that are easily twice his size. Getting thrown kinda comes with the territory.

Which is why, when the Galra he’s fighting tosses him like a ragdoll across the ship’s corridor and his head cracks against the metal surface, Keith isn’t shocked or surprised. His vision goes dark instantly, and when it comes back he’s slumped on the ground, the battle continuing around him. His temples are throbbing from the noise, and there’s an intense pain spreading from one particular point on the back of his skull.

That doesn’t really concern him, though. What does concern him is that he doesn’t remember being in the middle of a battle. He remembers…breakfast? Maybe? And maybe some training afterward. Yeah, he and Shiro had fought one-on-one after breakfast. But now he seems to be on a Galra ship, surrounded by both live Galra soldiers and sentries, and the team is…somewhere nearby, he assumes. They’re not yelling at him in his comms, so that’s a plus.

Oh wait. His comms. Keith pushes away from the wall and sits up, the pain flaring in his head as he does so and the corridor spinning around him. Gritting his teeth, he reaches a hand up tentatively and prods at the worst spot on the back of his head. His gloves come away sticky and wet.

What was he thinking about, again?

A flash of red a few feet away catches his attention. He squints at it, trying to bring it into focus. It’s a helmet, he thinks. His helmet? Yeah, maybe it’s his helmet. He does wear red, after all. Red like his Lion. Like the big, metal, alien spaceship robot Lion that lives in his head now. Crazy. He’s pretty sure she’s trying to say something to him right now, actually, but all he’s getting is flashes of warmth.

A sentry’s sword swings by his head far too close for comfort. Keith jolts backwards, regretting it immensely when the whole spinning and pain thing happens again. Right, the battle. The one he doesn’t remember starting, but should probably work on finishing. Otherwise somebody is probably going to kill him, and Shiro will shoot him if he dies.

Heh. That’d be pretty pointless.

Somehow he gets himself to his feet, swaying slightly, putting one hand on the wall to make sure he doesn’t fall right back down to where he just came from. He feels like something is missing, though. Somewhere, he’s got a…uh… Muscle memory leads him to flex his hand and summon his sword. Sword? Yeah, it’s a sword. It’s also a weird word, a…bayard, that’s it. The word always plays in his mind in Allura’s dialect. Bayaaaard. It’s funny, saying it like that. He snickers a little before remembering that he’s supposed to be actually using the bayard.

That’s easier said than done, though. His arms feel really heavy, like maybe somebody put weights in his armor or something. Probably Lance. When he finally manages to lift the sword and swing it at the nearest sentry, he misses completely. Which is weird, because he was almost positive he saw it go through the robot’s torso. Maybe…yeah, he’s definitely seeing double. Or…triple? Quadruple? It’s really hard to tell, there’s sentries and guards everywhere and it’s almost impossible to pick out which ones are real.

Oh, well. Keith dives into the crowd with all of his usual gusto and none of his usual coordination, swinging wildly. Eventually his sword actually makes contact with something, and he turns to stab it, nearly falling over but righting himself at the last second.

His head really hurts.

“Hey! McMullet! There you are.” Lance appears out of nowhere. Like, poof, there he is. Except there are two of him, too, just like the sentries, and that is not what Keith needs in his life. One Lance is quite enough, thank you.

“We’ve been calling you on the comms and you weren’t answering.” Both the Lances lift their rifles and fire at some distant target. “Guess that’s because you don’t even have your helmet on.”

Oh yeah. His helmet. That was a thing that he’d been thinking about earlier. It’s…on the ground somewhere? He should probably really have it on. But when he spins around to try and figure out which direction it was in, he just gets super dizzy again.

“Hello, are you even listening to me? Why aren’t you wearing your helmet, Mullet?”

A fist knocks against the side of his head. It isn’t hard, but it’s enough to make his vision white out with pain. He might even scream, he’s not sure. He does know that the floor he finds himself staring at while one hand clutches his throbbing head is looking more and more appealing.

“Whoa. Dude. Are you okay?” Lance has his back to him, shooting out into the crowd of enemies, but he glances back over his shoulder at Keith with eyebrows knit together.

Yeah. Of course he’s okay. He’s fine, he just needs Lance to keep his freaking hands to himself. “Don’ do tha’. Tha’s…’s not cool.”

“Yeah. Okay. Something is definitely wrong with you, we need to get you to Shiro.”

“No!” The exclamation sends pain stabbing though his head again, and he winces, pressing his fingertips into his forehead. “Nope. Don’…don’ need t’ get Sh’ro. Need t’ fight.”

“Keithy, somehow I think fighting is the last thing you need to be doing right now.”

Like he has a choice. They’re kinda surrounded by Galra, what does Lance expect him to do, lie down and take a nap? Even though that does sound very, very nice…

“Stop it.” Keith scowls, pointing a finger at one Lance’s face, then the other. He isn’t sure which one is actually the real one. “Both…both o’ you. Stop…tellin’ me what t’ do.”

Both the Lances’ eyebrows shoot up toward their hairlines. He looks funny like that. Keith smiles, but slaps a hand over his mouth to hide it.

“Yeah. Alright. You’re not okay, and there’s no way I’m letting you keep -”

A sword swings over his head mid-sentence, his last second duck the only thing saving him from being decapitated. “Quiznak!” Stumbling backwards, he grabs Keith’s arm and drags him back, too. The abrupt movement sends both his head and stomach spinning, and he groans loudly.

“Geez, why’d you have to be so big?”

Keith squints up at the giant, towering Galra. “Why’d there have t’ be two?”

“Keith, for Pete’s sake there’s not…never mind, just…don’t die.”

He isn’t paying attention to Lance anymore. His focus is on the soldier - soldiers? - attacking them. Lance is a long-range fighter, a good one, but he’s out of his element right now. That means this fight is mainly up to Keith, headache and dizziness or not.

Each strike of his sword against the Galra’s weapon sends waves of pain through his body. He’s fading fast, and he knows it, vision wavering in and out so that he barely sees the hits coming for him before they connect. The headache is intensifying to the point where he feels like his skull might just explode right there.

Then suddenly, he’s on the ground, staring up at the ceiling, wondering how he got there. The Galra appears over him, grinning, ready to run him through, and Keith wants to move, he really really does, but his body just…lies there, frozen. His thoughts freeze, too. Everything seems to move in slow motion, the sword coming down toward him…then the Galra jerking backwards, stumbling, and falling out of sight.

Lance. He must have found higher ground, and taken the soldier out with his rifle. Reliable, just like always.

He almost died.

For some reason that’s hilarious to him right now. He almost died, again, for the millionth time. Keith is still on the floor in the corridor of a purple cat alien’s spaceship in the middle of outer space, but now instead of being frozen, he’s cracking up. A full-on belly laugh that hurts his head as bad as fighting had, but he can’t stop. Tears are rolling down his cheeks.

“See what I mean, Shiro? Either he’s dying or somebody did some kind of alien body-swap on him. Look at him, he’s laughing! In the middle of a battle! That’s…that’s not Keith.”

Shiro’s face leans into his vision, a look on his face that’s a mixture of concern and amusement. “Hey, kiddo. What’s going on?”

Keith stops laughing long enough to stare at the white bangs that fall over Shiro’s forehead. “Y’re…turnin’ into an old man, tha’s what.” He snickers again.

“Right, right. I hear ya.” Shiro leans in closer, flipping on the blue lights of his armor, eyes darting back and forth across Keith’s face. “Yep, you definitely have a concussion. Your pupils are way off.”

“Yay,” Keith cheers quietly, sarcastically. “Love co’cussions. This makes…mmm…five? Six? I dunno, i’s hard to keep coun’ when everythin’s spinnin’ ‘round.”

“I’m sure it is. You’ve really gotta stop hitting your head so much, though.” Shiro slides his hand gently underneath Keith’s head, cradling it as he helps lift him to his feet and giving him time for the room to stop spinning before attempting to move him anymore.

“M’ head really hurts, Sh’ro,” he mumbles after a moment.

“I know it does, bud. I know. Let’s get you back to the Castle and get that fixed, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

#whumpay2022 #no.10 #I can still fight #bad things happen bingo #badthingshappenbingo #concussion #voltron: legendary defender #head injury tw #memory loss tw #mild blood tw #death mention tw #voltron whump #hurt keith #keith whump #voltron fanfiction #vld fanfic

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geewintg · 2 years

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Slight Touches, Little Visits

Fandom: Genshin Impact Ship: Cyno x Tighnari Warning: Written during 3.0 update

The winds churned the dewy leaves. The golden wisps of sunlight filtered by the thick canopy of the forest danced in pleasant burble on his skin. The quiet rush of water down the stream.

With one knee kissing the mossy earth, he had his notebook out, scribbling away to his heart's content about the effects of this dull brown mushroom attached to the trees. It has some sort of ethereal blue glow that could be passed off during the day but illuminates everything at night. No doubt it would attract nearby adventurers who see it or anyone who has an awful taste of pleasure behind dangerous obliviousness. He could already imagine a body lying around here somewhere knocked out.

He withheld the urge to roll his eyes and sigh out of helpless annoyance. They just wouldn't stop with just a warning sign, huh?

God, he couldn't even fathom how these imbeciles grew up to be illiterate. A measly amount of even common sense will do. It has weird colors, DO NOT EAT. But it seems that they committed a heinous crime against Celestia for the dendro archon to even deny them such a simple thing.

His ears twitched. A soft whisper of breeze tickled the soft spot of his ear.

Faint crunches of sharp-razor grass in the distance. Away from everyone.

It seems no one noticed him yet. Just like the previous visits. The figure stopped just at top of a hill where lush greens hid his anonymous figure. He only seems to be observing. Just like always.

Tighnari snorted a soft 'heh' as he twirled the pen around before placing it back in his garbs.

Does the person really think he was truly anonymous? They should have known better. Tighnari hears everything, what goes on, what comes out, every whisper of the trees, every bristle of the birds.

As much as he likes to mock them, he had to admit it was endearing to know he would go to such lengths to check up on the child with their busy schedule.

He pushed himself to stand. Fixing his little pouch tied on his belt, he started trekking down to meet the dirty pathway. The way down was nothing but uneventful. The wildlife is no danger to passing folks unless they decided to form an interspecies communication.

After parrying a few leaves away from his face, Gandharva Ville finally came into view.

Tighnari wiped a sweat off his brow. It's not hot in the forest, but it's definitely humid. It contrasted the cold water of the river that felt like mint on the skin.

As he set one foot forward on the elevated terrain, his gaze lingered on always the same place behind the lush bush with the two palm trees. But of course, it was empty as always.

As usual, they left before they could get discovered.

It went like that for half a year.

As he followed the curve of his path, he once again came upon the usual spot his eyes would linger. There, he saw the shadow of a hooded person he did not expect to see. Although he knew they were here, it was always that they would leave immediately before being seen. Not this time, he supposed.

"Hmph, if it isn't the General... What might have this humble ville made you come all this way? As far as I remember, all of my actions are under legal basis." Tighnari had his arms crossed, his tail swished as he swayed from one side with the intent to mock him.

The shadow flinched. Certainly, he wasn’t expecting anyone. “Just Cyno.”

His voice was somewhat… down? Tighnari couldn’t put the right term in it. But it’s certainly not his usual demeanor when out of duty.

“I’m not here for an official visit.”

“Huh, not throwing in one of your punches during your greetings? That’s odd.”

Cyno threw him a side glance. One where he saw disbelief and shock. That sly…!

The fennec pulls this act when he’s not in the mood. Seriously? Unbelievable…

A small smile cracked his lips. He snorted. “Do you know why there was a lone wolf?”

The smile mirrored on Tighnari’s expression dropped. With an unamused tone, he replied, “You already told me that joke. It doesn’t have that humor taste as your tried to put it.”

“No, no, this is another one.”

But the botanist was already marching down towards his little cabin, not giving it a time of his day. Cyno already gave a fair share amount of jokes and most of them were… unsuccessful. No doubt he’ll try to explain it once again and by the time he’s done, the sun was already long gone and they’d be out in the cold to freeze.

“You know, the doors in my cabin are always open. I’m quite offended you would rather sit behind that tree when I tried to make it feel a lot more accommodating in here,” Tighnari commented with a fake disappointed frown as he set his bow down on his perch while the general took a moment of hesitation before entering. If it was anyone else, they would have taken it as a serious comment, rather than just a sarcastic joke.

But instead of replying, Cyno seems to be preoccupied with something else. He was looking left and right before pulling his hood further to hide his face.

Tighnari placed a hand on his hips. “That’s no use. No one’s going to see you up here and it’s already dark. If you’re looking for her, she’s already in her cabin.”

That made Cyno whip his head in his direction in surprise.

The other laughed with smug, seeing his spooked face. “Who do you think I am? Not much of a forest watcher if I didn’t notice, idiot.”

Cyno visibly relaxed as he crossed the threshold, the bright light bathing them both in comfort from the wild. And away from prying eyes.

As Tighnari removed the trinkets on his clothing, Cyno set down his staff beside his bow. He made himself comfortable when he sat down on the wooden floor cushioned with carpet. With a sigh, he rested his arm on his knee.

Tighnari pulled the fingertips of his gloves when the other spoke, “Do you know why I was alone?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m supposed to be a lone wolf.” Tighnari’s hand stopped. His face twisted in a way that Cyno had never seen before as he turned to look at him. It was written all over his face. At any moment, he would have smacked him if he was near him. He was squeezing his glove so hard that he would have thought the botanist would actually throw it at him.

“Get it? Since—!” The gloved actually smacked him in the face.

The botanist was now donned in his first layer garment. With only one arm exposed. As for the reason? It wasn’t for fashion’s sake, more like when he needs to apply pastes on his skin to test their effects.

“Okay, you might already know the first reason but, did you know about the second reason why?” Cyno was already stifling his laughter to himself, partially because of the face he witnessed a while ago. “Because wolves hide when they’re hunting.”

Tighnari rolled his eyes with his back turned to Cyno while he tries to cook them dinner.

“Not funny? Huh, I thought it was when it all connected in my head,” he mumbled in thought. “And it was in series too.”

Tighnari snorted, finding how his jokes were so unamusing that it made it funny. Ironic.

“Oh, so it was funny. You’re just trying to hide it.” Cyno smirked, crossing his arms. “Okay, I’ll add that to my successful ones.”

Oh, gods. Tighnari threw his head back in kempt frustration. No matter how much he said it’s not, he doesn’t believe it. What’s the use of telling it then? For now, he’ll just let him believe that. It seems to have set him up in a good mood.

Placing down the pot of soup on the dining table, Cyno was the one who set their bowls while the other returned to the kitchen to take the grilled fish off the counter. With sliced fruits he set aside a while ago, he inserted them into the fish’s stick. The leftover slices were put into a bowl and brought to the table.

Tighnari’s ears twitched. He could clearly hear the quiet gurgles of the stream, the cricket noises behind the leaves, and the sounds of evolved elemental fauna, now that everyone went to bed.

He didn’t notice how intensely he was focusing on the sounds until Cyno snapped him out.

“Something wrong?”

Bewildered, he shook his head. “Ah, no, just meditating.”

He quirked a brow. “In the middle of dinner?”

“I hear all sorts of sounds when it’s quiet. I told you, it gets a little overbearing when everyone talks all at once.”

Cyno glanced on top of his head. Two large green ears. They were drawn back as the botanist took a sip of his soup. He noticed… To think, they were more expressive than his face. It seems like he’s really enjoying his mushroom soup so much that his ears were doing slight flapping motions.

It would be a lie to say he hadn’t thought of touching it once. Cyno has one, although on his hood. It was just fashion sense, rather than the real deal.

He snapped out of his reverie as the botanist stood up to reach at the jar on his far side. Knowing he was nearer, he took it and handed it to him. But the familiar cover made him perk up.

Tighnari poured a portion on the bowl of sliced fruits and dandily popped it in his mouth. He moaned in delight.

“That’s…”

“It tasted mellow. The desert does grow some unique fauna. I wish I could have gone there myself but… with my biological constitution, I doubt I’ll be able to withstand the heat,” he shrugged. The last time he went, he fainted. As much as he used to be a part of a great desert race, that was long gone in the past.

“If you love it so much, then maybe another gift with an anonymous letter will show up on your table,” Cyno playfully smiled.

“Perhaps it will.”

-:-

“It’s pretty late, are you sure you’ll be heading out?” A worried Tighnari asked as the matra prepared to leave.

“Would you rather have me sleep here then?” he jokingly said.

“You can have it. You’re probably tired from the trip. Besides, I’ll be staying up to study what other effects of this mushroom I stumbled across.” The botanist dismissively waved off his hand as his focus was primarily set on the fungi he plucked in his gloved hands. “And I wouldn’t want the other forest watchers to see your wasted body on a random ditch. That would be pretty humiliating for the general mahamatra. Even though I doubt you’d be lacking brain cells to think that eating a random glowing plant is a good idea.”

Cyno stifled his laughter. “You could have just told me I can sleep here.”

He waved his hand again disinterestedly. “Just make yourself comfortable.”

“If you insist then don’t mind if I will.” Cyno leaned his staff once again on the wall and threw himself on the bed with two hands behind his head.

“Oh, you can turn the lights off if you want. I won’t mind,” he added.

Cyno stared at his back. His tail was sticking out behind the chair. It was tempting to touch. He wondered how soft it would feel like since he saw Tighnari really liked to groom his tail so much. But he closed his eyes and kept his hands to himself.

It would be very intruding to touch someone suddenly without consent. Tighnari takes great pride in taking care of it. He even went so far as to make a waterproof oil for it. Although he felt like the other wouldn’t mind if he asked, it’s just that… it would feel weird.

Cyno did not realize how his tiredness caught up and finally fell asleep. His rhythmic breathing rolled therapeutic to Tighnari’s ears as he knows he could finally focus on his work until daybreak.

Writer’s Note: It’s that point that came down here. I am deprived at 1am in the morning trying to scour the internet for more. That’s how bad it is. I’ll probably update it here

#genshin cyno #genshin tighnari #cynonari #found family #collei #Genshin #genshin impact #genshin fanfic

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omnidemidisaster · 2 years

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Underrated ship...Like bro- They would be a strange yet cute duo

Roy x Susie headcanons

I like to think for Roy it was a crush at first sight

Like he laid eyes on a pretty girl and instantly went "damn"

He tried to talk with her to become friends, stuttering on nearly every word

Susie didn't think much on it, just thinking he was shy

Roy did not realize that she was Pumps older sister

That was until Pump literally came up to Susie and began talking about their grandpa

Roy nearly short circuted

So he has a crush on the sister of the kid he was bullying..

After that meeting, he instantly began to be nicer to Pump...like alot nicer

Ross and Robert thought Roy was sick or something

They're right, but not in the way they think

Roy ended up ranting about Susie to them, how much he really thinks she's cute and how he wants to talk to her

And that cleared it up for the two boys

"I can't help it man, she just looks super pretty"

"And you sound like your crushing on her"

"I'm what?"

Ross and Robert are constantly in Roy's corner, but they do secretly tease him

Roy slowly gained confidence from the back up from Ross and Robert

So with that confidence, he began to actually hang out more with Susie

They even became friends

One day, Roy finally manned up and wanted to confess to her

And it goes a little something like this ( Yfm fans please get the reference lmao )

Roy gulped as he started to walk to the brown haired girl. He tried to not be nervous, but it was like telling a fish not to swim. Impossible. He tapped Susie on the shoulder, getting her attention. The taller girl turned around, a clearly nervous Roy greeting her.

"Oh, hey Roy! What's up?" Roy's head nearly went blank. "Uhm- Hey" Susie tilted her head. She never seen him this nervous before. But what made him this nervous?

Roy sighed and decided that he might as well confess now than never. "So, you know how we're...friends?" Susie nodded, wondering what he is trying to get at.

"Yea? Why? Do you not want to be friends anymore?" Susie asked, a little nervous if that was the case. "No no no! No, I love being friends. Its just..."

Roy looked down at his shoes. "I think I like you much more than a friend" Roy admitted. He had his eyes closed, expecting anything and everything negative.

Susie's cheeks turned pink. Well it was a lot better than being told what she previously thought.

"Roy. Its okay" She started. "If anything, your not alone on this" Roy looked back up, seeing a blushful Susie. Her cheeks were pink and her smile was warm and genuine. "A-Are you serious?"

Susie nodded, chuckling a little. "Heh, yeah. I thought it would of been a little obvious by now" It felt like a weight was lifted off Roy's chest.

Without thinking, Roy instantly hugged Susie. Susie was startled a little, but she laughed at his response. Her chin rested on Roy's head and she tried to hug him back to the best of her ability.

So now for the actual headcanons

Roy short. Susie tall. Height difference.

Roy is more boyish. Susie is alot more feminine. Also opposites attract.

Roy would definitely just play tf outta Susie's hair

Just constantly brushing and styling and just touching her hair

Susie doesn't mind. She finds it adorable if anything

Roy invites her to hang out with the hatzgang if she's okay with it

He kinda wants her to join but he feels as if he's going to be teased for it

Spoiler, he wouldn't get teased

Nonetheless, he did give her one of his caps which she wears all the time

Susie is super sweet to Roy

Tbh I think she's the only one who made Roy genuinely shy

And honestly Shy Roy is adorable

They would totally share milkshakes or slushies together

Roy likes to join her streams and is constantly supporting her

They would definitely vent about their homelife. Honestly why wouldn't they?

Roy has the uncle situation, a constantly working mom, and a dad who's barely there for life

Susie has parents that are somewhere other than home and lives with her brother that constantly puts himself at risk and a grandpa who could collapse at any moment

Yknow family trauma 🥰

But fr tho, they do end up feeling better after talking about their issues

Even though Susie has made Roy a nicer person, Roy is still a little shit

What I mean by that is he loves to tease and joke with her

Basically doing things like pulling harmless pranks and teasing her for stupid stuff

Nothing to make her mad mad, just enough to make her annoyed

He does it out of love...and being a little jerkface

Susie likes to make little drawings of whatever and just giving them to Roy

Just seeing Roy open up a little piece of paper with a cartoon devil she drew and smiling about it makes her heart skip a beat

Honestly they should just be canon

#fluff #spooky month #hatzgang #spooky month roy #spooky month susie #spooky month roy x susie #roy x susie #rosie #rosie should be their ship name

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