#i hope that this blob of a command helps

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Do you think you'd be able to write me a little something? You don't have to at all, but I'm on my 3rd night in hospital recovering from what

Should

Have been a routine surgery but it went south and they had to splice me open from pelvis to just above my belly button.

What would Joel be like with a partner recovering from surgery? And even more having to help reader pee? Both of them getting turned on but can't do anything? (My night nurse is a really hot older guy that gives joel vibes so I'm STRUGGLING)

Notes: anon I am so sorry that happened to you! Even more sorry that this took so long, but I do hope you are recovering and doing better! 

Proper Medical Attention

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Warnings: piss kink, fingering, brief piss taste, reader had hip surgery, dry humping ish

 18+ ONLY

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“Give me that god damn jello cup,” you command, extending your arm and making grabby-grabby hand gestures.

Joel rolls his eyes. His arms are folded across his chest, slumped in the uncomfortably plastic seat and metal frame of the guest chair under the window. “Ya ain’t supposed to have jello. Drink water.”

Dropping your arms, you frown. “I’m sorry, isn’t jello a fluid?”

“No, ‘course not. It’s—it kind of—more like—“

He fails his words trying to explain.

You snap your fingers anyway and point incessantly to the tray across the room with the jello cups.

He grumbles but follows your demand, handing you one.

“Can you open it pleaassee?” You pout.

“Thought it was just your legs that ain’t workin’.” He tears it open with ease then hands it to you. 

“You try getting double hip surgery.” You rub your hands together excitedly.

He looks around the tray. “No spoon…Do ya want me to feed it to—“

You tilt your head back and suck the squirmy blob out of the tube like a shot glass, tongue working it out perfectly until your mouth is just full of jello. You sucked it down like it was the best jello of your life.

“—Nevermind.”

“Thought you were supposed to have lots of fluids after surgery.” You slurp another one down before chucking it all Joel’s head, hoping he’ll take the hint to throw them away to you.

“You are. Jello ain’t a fluid.”

“Doc said it is.”

“Not all doc’s are smart,” He sasses you, throwing away the cups in his lap as well as the ones crunched in yours. “The nurse said ya ain’t supposed to have a lot right now since ya ain’t ready to use the bathroom yet. That’s why, dummy.”

“Psh. I don’t have to pee. That’s—“ you pause, suddenly realizing the your body hadn’t thought about the last time she had gone to the restroom. Now full of jello cups that, your body now decided is a liquid state, the urge to go is upon you.

“Oh. Oh Joel.”

“What.”

“Why—why would you do this to me.”

“I ain’t done—what are you—“ but he sees your knee curve inward under the white sheet, and your free hand go down between your thighs. “—oh no.”

You only nod embarrassingly. Sighing, you reply, “I’ll just call the nurse guy—“

“Hell no.”

“What?”

“It’s a guy!”

“… so?”

“So… I ain’t letting a guy help you piss.”

“I can’t go by myself!”

Joel crunches his fists. “Alright, I’ll help you.”

The nurse (the hot sexy one Joel doesn’t trust) helps you out of the bed, offering you a walker. He gets you all the way to the private suite door.

“I got it from here,” Joel budges in, stepping between the nurse and you.

“Are—are you sure? It’s really no trouble. I just want to make sure she’s—“

“Yeah I got it. Just help her down the seat an make sure she stays upright, yeah?”

He nods, and Joel gives him a curt smile before shutting the door, locking the two of you in.

Joel and your eyes fall upon the toilet seat.

“I can’t do this,” you whine, suddenly regretting being potty trained for the first time in your life.

 “We’re doin’ this. Otherwise mister pretty boy is gonna do it and I ain’t letting’ that happen.”

You walker-waddle yourself over to the toilet before backing up and positioning your rear to the seat.

“I gotcha,” Joel says, a comforting hand on your back to help you ease down into a squat. 

You were still a little numbed up from the surgery, so it was more uncomfortable than it was painful. You didn’t want to look at the sutures binding your sides together, instead concentrating on the sink ahead. You gripped the side handles for dear life. 

Finally, your bare ass touches down on the seat. 

“And we have landed,” he chuckles. He makes sure your papery gown is clear out of the slpash zone. 

“Your ass is still cute by the way.” He winks. 

You roll your eyes. Of course he was looking at your baby butt full on display in this stupid thing. “Think the nurse agrees?” You tease.

His good-natured humor quickly disappears in favor of a scowling jaw-grind. He folds his arms across his chest, looking between your legs.

It’s a little too silent right now.

“Supposed to go.”

“I can’t do it when you’re looking at me like that!”

“Like what? I’ve seen your hooha before, babygirl. Doc was more intimately inside you this mornin’ more than I ever been.”

“It’s not… that I just…you… you don’t see me pee!”

It’s one thing to be walking around the house naked for Joel, Joel eating your pussy every morning like his coffee and biscuit, and Joel playing with your folds on a lazy Wednesday evening.

But the man has never seen you go to the bathroom before! “It’s…it’s just different.”

“C’mon. Just—go!”

“Turn around!”

He tosses his hands up. “Fine!” Now facing the wall, he grumbles, “Happy?”

But you’re not. just his presence here is shaking you up. God, you had to go so bad a minute ago. Why can’t you just do it now?”

“Still awfully quiet back there…” he chides annoyingly.

“Give it a minute!” I’m gonna fucking strangle him the moment I can walk on my own.

You squeeze your eyes shut, pretending you’re at home, in your private little bedroom bathroom, with your comfy bathrug beneath your feet, and it smells like vanilla and lavender. 

You let out a breath, and begin to go.

Breathing steadily, eyes still closed, you don’t notice Joel’s ears twitch. Nor the way he shifts his weight from the left to the right, nor how his eyes keep wanting to glance behind him.

I mean, you’re going now, right? He can just… take a peak. Its not like… he ain’t seen fluids come from there before…

He turns his shoulder just slightly, head tilted to see you. the hissing sound between your legs immediately draws his attention down, and he lips part slightly to let out a silent sigh. 

You moan a little, feeling much better now that you were emptying a very tight bladder. Opening your eyes, you don’t expect to be met with Joel’s staring back at you.

“Hey! I said—“

But he’s not even listening: his pupils are blown wide, staring at the stream exiting your cunt and splashing below, his mouth agape as he licks his lower lip every few seconds. His biceps are strained hard against that slutty plain shirt, and you definitely don’t miss the way his pants look tighter around his crotch.

No. Fucking. Way.

Joel Miller has a piss kink.

It hurts to do so, but you spread just a little wider, now exposing your twitchy clit to his hungry eyes.

That gets his attention. He entirely shifts his body forward facing you again. 

“Damn. I really had to go,” you giggle, humming contently. “Joel?”

He swallows in response. 

Your eyes trail downward as he adjusts himself in his jeans. He gives extra care to palm his tent a little bit, though it’s not even subtle anymore with the way he’s still cupping and brushing his hard-on.

Your trickle lightens before stopping entirely.

It’s silent again.

“Um…could you…get me…paper...” You feel a little flustered just asking. 

It’s the way he’s looking at you. That’s all. That heat between your thighs? Just the warm piss dripping. that’s all. There’s nothing else wet happening down there. Yeah. That’s probably it.

He doesn’t go for the toilet paper roll. Instead, Joel gets on one knee, right between yours, and reaches his hand between your thighs.

“Joel!”

He cups your mound, growling when his palm and digits come in contact with your hot, wet center. “Baby…”

‘Its just—just—pee—“

“It ain’t just pee,” he snickers, his eyes low.

His finger flicks your nub a little, taking his time to drag then through your slick folds.

He can feel the distinct throb in your core. Everything about his touch is even more heightened than it normally is. And he touches you down there a lot. But for the both of you right now, it’s like it’s new territory all over again. Your fingernails bite the side grips just as hard as your teeth sink into your tongue. 

He can tell you’re holding in your moans. “Stubborn little thing, ain’t ya?”

“Don’t t-talk,” you squeak. 

He shrugs. “Looks like I ain’t the only one who enjoyed that show.” He grips his hardened jean-clad cock with his other hand, grinding his palm into it as he plays with your wetness.

“I—“

“Do you want to give me another round?” He sneers. He delves his fingers further, finally parting your petals. “What am I gonna do with ya? Can’t even piss without my help—“

On cue, you let out a little extra squirt you didn’t realize you’d been holding in. He groans, feeling the heat of your urine soak his palm completely as he cups you fully.

 Grinding the heel of his hand into your clit, you start to feel lightheaded.

Before you can speak, he dips his middle and forefinger into his mouth, humming at the tangy, salty, slimy taste of your arousal and liquid gold coating him.

You gape at him.

Smacking his lips a final time, he leans close, and the scent of your fluids just barely coats his lips. "Want a taste?" he holds his hand out to your face, still slick with his saliva.

Every bell in your brain says to be a good girl and suck them clean.

So you do: your tongue slithers between the cracks, sucking the pads in until he's clean.

He takes his cue, knowing he’ll be in trouble if you pass out on his watch.

“Time to clean up, babygirl.”

He wipes the towels between your pussy-lips generously, soft and careful.

“I could—have—done that—myself—“ you stammer. Your body is still alive with jitters, but your brain is struggling to process what’s happened

Joel washes his hands thoroughly before helping you back up and to the sink yourself. He stands behind you so you don’t lose balance.

You prop your elbows along the vanity, careful to avoid his gaze staring back at you In the mirror. 

The water rushes against your knuckles as you generously lather the soap through the cracks and under your fingernails.

You feel his lips brush against the back of your head. And even more prominent, the bulge that nudges your ass cheeks perfectly.

“How long?” He whispers, giving a peck to your ear shell.

“4.”

“I hoped you say days…but it’s weeks, aint it.”

You turn around, wiping your hands dry with the towel. he tears your down, holding you close so you can lean on him for leverage. 

His lust filled eyes look ready to tear you apart all over again.

“Months.”

He looks ready to have a heart attack.

“WHAT!”

“Doc said 4 weeks on the walker. 4 months to be cleared for rigorous sexual activity.” You toss the paper towel, grab your walker, and saunter out of there with as much sexy confidence as girl on a walker with her bare ass swaying on display can muster.

He follows behind you. “You think I’m losing here?’

Pulling the sheets, you backward scoot until your thighs are at the edge of the bed. He helps hoist your ankles slowly in the air until you can lay back comfortable.

“Just remember. When I take you home…you can’t get up and do anything without my assistance. Right?” Joel nods to the nurse, who came back to check on you.

“S’right! You’ll need careful monitoring for any movement during your recovery. I’ll be back in a few minutes with your meds.” He leaves the room.

You gulp, unwilling to see the devilish look in Joel’s eyes.

He holds one of your empty jello cups. “Wonder if they’ll ask me to help ya piss in a cup if ya get some kind of infection…” he ponders.

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Surgery VI

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: Baking when you were Little Cub

"In trouble, again?" Paredes asks as Mapi leaves her meeting," What is it this time? Still the food issue?"

"There's no food issue," Mapi replies with an eye roll.

"If you're struggling with healthy food then-"

"There's no struggling to make healthy food," Mapi interrupts," It's fine. We're fine."

"I'm just saying, Mapi. I know Cub's properly weaned now so if it's difficult then just come over to mine. Lucía will be happy to feed you both."

"It's fine," Mapi insists," We have no nutrition problems in the house."

Paredes looks sceptical but doesn't push anymore as you toddle over, grabbing onto Mapi's legs and giggling as Ingrid tickles your tummy.

You've taken to Ingrid like flies to honey.

Paredes hasn't seen anything quite like it. You're notoriously impulsive and wiggly (she's still trying to convince Mapi to get you checked out by a professional) but you don't mind sitting still in Ingrid's arms.

She's your go-to babysitter now, even edging out Leila while Mapi's busy and you seem to love her.

"Are we still up for later tonight?" Ingrid asks as you duck back and forth between her and Mapi.

Mapi's cheeks turn pink and her voice goes embarrassingly high-pitched. "Of course! Cub's really excited. Aren't you, cub?"

"Makin' cookies 'gain?" You ask.

"If you really want to."

"Yes!"

"I see," Paredes laughs as you and Ingrid run off again," The nutrition problem is you can't say no to your kid. Cookies? Again? How many spare have you got?"

Mapi groans. "Too many. You know what Cub's like. My mama took her to a bakery last time she came to visit and she's obsessed now. I can't bake for shit so I think we've hit up every bakery in the city."

"And Ingrid came to your rescue?"

"I think Cub must have mentioned it because she turned up a few weeks ago with ingredients and they spent an hour baking together. I've never seen Cub so calm."

"And now you have too many to eat by yourself?"

"Way too many."

"Bring them in next time," Paredes laughs, clapping Mapi on the back," At least then the whole team gets the nutrition lecture."

"You know what? I think that's a great idea."

Ingrid follows Mapi's car home, having already bought more ingredients on the way to training so you could get right into the baking as soon as you got home.

The countertops of Mapi's kitchen (and every spare space) is already covered in baked goods, ranging from cookies to cupcakes to fancy bread that there's truly no hope in her eating all by herself, hence the reason she is constantly getting in trouble with the coaching staff.

"Alright," Ingrid says, commanding the room easily when you get distracted by showing Bagheera the lion on your t-shirt," Let's wash our hands please."

You go immediately over to the sink, letting Ingrid pick you up so you can reach while Mapi grabs the stool she keeps in the bathroom so you're tall enough to reach the countertops.

Mapi's in awe as Ingrid so easily gets you to follow her instructions. You're fairly unruly and impulsive at the best of times but you calm right down as Ingrid helps you break an egg into the bowl and stir it in with the rest of the mixture.

"Do you need any help?" Mapi's only really asking out of curtesy.

The first time you had baked with Mapi was also the last time when the cake mixture set on fire in the oven and the glass bowl you had mixed everything shattered.

"Why don't you just sit with Bagheera and look pretty?" Ingrid teases but Mapi feels it go straight through her body and she sits down quickly.

"Ingrid's da boss!" You giggle and Ingrid moves behind you to tie your unruly hair back properly.

"I don't think I'm the boss," She says to you and you shake your head.

"Are! 'Cause Mami's my boss and you tell her what to do! You're Mami's boss!"

Ingrid laughs, scooping out a bit of cookie dough and swiping it across the tip of your nose. "You're so sweet, cub," She says as you go cross eyed looking at the blob on your nose.

"Tha's what Mami says!"

"Well, your Mami is very smart. Now, what cookie-cutter shape are we using today?"

You end up choosing the star cutter and Ingrid helps you cut them all out before she puts them in the oven.

"I've noticed that," Ingrid says as she joins Mapi on the sofa," Doesn't she get bored?"

You're sitting in front of the oven, just staring at the cookies.

"It's normal," Mapi shrugs," You should see her watching the washing machine. It's so cute."

You watch the cookies bake the entire time until Ingrid comes over to get them out. You can't touch them just yet because they're still hot but you're pulled away by Mami making you help her box up the other things you made this week.

"Why?" You ask her.

"Well," She says," I thought it would be nice to give some to the team your snacks."

"But why?"

"Because your Mami really wants to share how proud she is of you," Ingrid jumps in," Your food is so tasty that she wants everyone to taste it too."

You gasp. "Can smash Tia Leila's face with cake!"

You're very determined to do that as you carry the box of cupcakes into the changing room the next day. Mapi and Ingrid lag behind with bags full of boxes.

"What's this?" Alexia asks with a laugh.

"Made bakery food," You say, tearing the top of the tupperware off," Tia Leila! Tia! Cake for you!"

As soon as she ducks down to take it from you, you slam it right into her nose.

[seas-of-silver]

For the ask game: "Stop with these ridiculous lies Dupain-Cheng, I saw you detransform!"

‘Stop with these ridiculous lies, Dupain-Cheng, I saw you detransform!’

Chloé smirked when the girl finally stopped avoiding her.

‘I saw your kwami and I know you’re Ladybug, and there’s nothing-’

Her heart jumped to her throat when Dupain-Cheng whirled around and pinned her to the wall with a hand covering her mouth, no doubt smudging her designer lipstick. She would’ve complained about the outrageous offence if it wasn’t for the intense glare that struck her like lightning.

‘Can you just stop yelling that for one second?’ Dupain-Cheng hissed quietly, her voice filled with a ferocity Chloé couldn’t help but comply with. The baker girl scanned the space around her before saying, ‘Come with me.’

Chloé scoffed. ‘As if. You-’

‘Now.’

The order sent a zing up Chloé’s spine. The person in front of her wasn’t some inferior unimportant insect of a school girl, but a general, a fearless leader born by trials of fire and hardened by fighting on the frontline of countless battlefields. Chloé followed silently.

They walked out of the school and into a secluded alley where Dupain-Cheng became Ladybug before her very eyes, wrapped an arm around her and zipped her way across the city. They landed somewhere entirely unfamiliar to Chloé, some weird disgusting abandoned warehouse or something, and Chloé only had enough time to register Ladybug sending some sort of message on her Bug Phone before her back slammed into something metal.

‘Ow! What the hell, Dupain-Cheng?’ Chloe cried out, feeling the magical yo-yo wrapping around her, securing her to a metal post.

‘Do not call me that when I’m suited up, you know the rules, Chloé,’ Ladybug commanded, catching the end of her yo-yo in her free hand. Her glare hardened. ‘Though, you don’t really care for the rules, do you?’

Chloé seethed at the slight.

‘How dare you! I did care!’ Chloé bit back, pulling at the unrelenting restraints. ‘When I found Pollen, I kept her safe and tried to learn from her so I could help you! And when Hawk Moth came after me, I fought back!’

‘You sold out our entire team to Hawk Moth!’ Ladybug retorted.

‘YOU ABANDONED ME!’ Chloé screamed, hot tears streaming down her face. ‘You knew Hawk Moth was targeting me relentlessly! Day and night for weeks on end! I couldn’t let my guard down for even one second, otherwise I would be under his spell! It was like he knew me, Ladybug - like actually knew me! He targeted every weak spot he could find; it was only a matter of time before I would break! I’m only human, Ladybug!’

‘Oh? And what about after Miracle Queen?’ Ladybug asked evenly, not much more than a red blob through her tears. ‘You weren’t being attacked then.’

‘I was hurt. I was angry. How could I not be?’ Her voice warbled as she sobbed. ‘I followed you, believed in you, and you left me high and dry. I had akumas tracking my every move and attempting to possess me - I even had one latch onto me, but instead of submitting, I threw it off!’

Chloé could’ve sworn Ladybug looked shocked at that. She hoped she was.

‘I thought that after everything I did for you, that I would have proved myself worthy to you, that you could believe in me too,’ she continued, ‘but no. You dismissed me at every turn and kept telling me I would never be Queen Bee again. The least you could do was tell me why! But you didn’t! My own parents were akumatised, and you wouldn’t even let me save them! How could I be loyal to you any longer when you couldn’t even let me do that much?’

‘M’lady! I got your emergency message- uh… why is Chloé tied up and why are you both crying?’

Chloé tried to blink her tears away, to see if the newly-arrived Chat Noir was telling the truth.

‘I’m fine,’ Ladybug obviously lied, her face suspiciously wet, ‘but we have a problem. Chloé knows who I am now.’

‘What?’ Chat Noir asked, shocked. ‘How?’

‘Remember when I had to go recharge mid-fight earlier today?’ Ladybug asked and Chat Noir nodded. ‘Chloé, for some godforsaken reason-’

‘Oi!’

‘-had decided to hide in the very alley I was recharging in,’ Ladybug continued, as if she hadn’t heard Chloé. ‘I thought the alley was clear, but apparently not. Once the battle was over, Chloé hounded me about knowing my identity, and when I denied it or ignored her, she got louder to try and draw my attention, and I was concerned she was going to grab other people’s attention too, so I brought her here.’

‘Okay, but why the yo-yo?’ Chat Noir asked, and Ladybug scoffed.

‘Have you forgotten that she betrayed us and our team to Hawk Moth?’ she asked hotly. ‘Or that she’s been behind many of the recent akumatisations and attacks recently?’

‘No, I just thought it was a bit of overkill,’ that stupid cat said placatingly, which only riled Ladybug up further.

‘Overkill?’ she echoed venomously. ‘Our biggest betrayer now knows my identity! I’m compromised and she’s a massive liability! She’s been my own personal tormentor for years, and now she holds the key to our demise if she hands that information over to the magical terrorist she’s now buddy-buddies with!’

‘She bullied you too?’ Chat Noir asked, surprised, before shaking his head at Chloé with disapproval. ‘Oh, Chloé.’

Chloé hated how Chat Noir said that, especially because of how his disappointment hit her. Somehow, it felt almost as effective as Adrien talking to her like that.

‘As I said, I would never have joined Hawk Moth if you had just trusted me,’ Chloé retorted angrily.

‘Trusted you? Trusted you?’ Ladybug’s eyes were flaming with fury, her voice and posture ablaze with rage - Chloé would’ve taken cover if she could’ve. ‘Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to trust you? You, who had tormented me for years. You, who has orchestrated the traumas that have and will haunt me for the rest of my life. You, who has blatantly, unashamedly and relentlessly targeted me, my friends and my family just for your own personal satisfaction. Hell! I can’t even ask out the guy I like because of what you did to me with the last guy I liked! And you wanted me to trust you more than I already did?’

Well, when she worded it like that, Chloé found it hard to find a rebuttal.

‘You should be grateful that I even gave you the chance to be Queen Bee,’ Ladybug spat, ‘let alone trusted you enough for you to hold that title more than once. Did you know your biggest champions were Chat Noir and Adrien?’

Chat Noir looked a little abashed at the sudden mention of him, and confused by the mention of Adrien.

‘Whenever my belief that you were changing for the better was starting to wane, those two held strong in their belief in you, and helped me believe in you, too,’ Ladybug continued. ‘I even convinced the Guardian before me that you deserved another chance. It was near impossible for me to trust you, but I was getting there, slowly but surely. I’ll admit I made mistakes, some cost me and the team dearly, but even when I fail, I will continue to fight because it’s the right thing to do, and I would rather die than let Shadow Moth win.’

Chat Noir nodded solemnly in agreement, which made Chloé wonder if she was missing some understanding about the gravity of this magical war, or if these two were just wayyyy too intense about being superheroes.

‘Surely it’s not that dire, seriou-‘

‘Chlo, Shadow Moth winning means he could wipe out our current reality and rewrite it entirely,’ Chat Noir said, no trace of his trademark humour to be found (effectively cutting off her objection to him using Adrien’s nickname for her). ‘Life as we know it could cease to exist - we could cease to exist…permanently.’

Chloé gulped nervously. Were the stakes always that high?

‘This is not a game, it never has been,’ Ladybug said darkly. ‘So the question is: now that you know who I am, what do we do with you?’

[in1-nutshell]

How would the tfp cons react to finding a pod fill with small and squishy sparklings (I headcannon sparkling looking like mashbellows blobs untold they grow giant size)

Love the concept of little bean sparklings!

Hope you enjoy the Cons reactions to the little beans.

TFP Cons reacting to finding a bunch of sparklings in a pod

For the sake of the story, the pod full of the beans conveniently landed on the Nemisis flight deck one night. A couple Vechicons had retrieved the pod at the orders of Megatron. He is fully expecting a magical relic of the past or some more Dark Energon… not a bunch of sparklings inside the pod.

Megatron

Oh, this is not what he is expecting… not at all.

“What in the Pit is this?!”--Megatron

“Those are sparklings my liege.”Starscream

“I know what they are!”—Megatron

His honest reaction would greatly depend whether or not he is on that space coke, I mean Dark Energon.

If he was on Dark Energon, the chances of all the sparklings surviving their first night would be slim to none. Not caring if they even survived. The only chance the sparklings would have of surviving is if the grace of one of the higher officials decided to keep them. Sadly, few would truly be up to the challenge.

If he isn’t on Dark energon, then he would be a bit concerned in why the sparklings are in the pod. But it is war after all and sadly this isn’t too out of the ordinary.

He would assign different Vehicon’s to different beans and have them all sent to Knockout and Breakdown for a checkup. He might think at first that this could be a waste of resources. But after a few days of seeing his troops with the sparklings, Megatron sees a boost in morality and a strange sense of hope in the ship. Hope that caused the movement in the first place. Hope that didn’t seem to come by so often on the ship.

He has ‘stolen’ a bean from time to time. Not even the Mighty Megatron can bend to the power of The Bean Eyes.

“Lord Megatron! I’ve been looking—what are you...?”--Starscream

Megatron mid cooing at a laughing bean.

“… You saw nothing Starscream.”--Megatron

“Understandable my liege. I will be taking my leave.”-- Starscream

Starscream

He is concerned about the sparklings, not that he shows it outwards though. Starscream had plans before the sparklings came along. He was on his way to try and overthrow Megatron and now he must do sparkling duties. The universe must be playing some cosmic joke on him.

“Pitiful thing. You probably don’t even know the first thing about being a Decepticon.”--Starscream

Giggling bean noises

“…Well, I suppose I could teach you. Yes, then you will pledge your loyalty to me!”--Starscream

“Starscream who are you talking to?”--Knockout

“None of your business Knockout!”—Starscream

As Second in Command he helps oversee the sparklings needs overall. As in the statis of their health, possible predictions for vehicle mode, who is their favorite Decepticon on aboard the Nemesis...

Like Megatron, Starscream has taken a habit of ‘stealing’ a Sparkling or two. Except when he has the beans, he tries to instill some sort of loyalty in preparation for his reign as Leader of the Decepticons. Which doesn’t seem to work well on Starscream’s part.

“Now repeat after me. Hail Lord Starscream.”--Starscream

Laughing Bean noises.

“Wow not even they take you seriously.”—Knockout

Soundwave

*Adoption papers processing*

While he also oversees the sparklings as Third in Command, Soundwave knows how to take care of others. He has been known for stealing the most sparklings out of the entire Nemesis.

“Soundwave do you have the reports taken—”--Megatron

Soundwave carrying five beans in his tentacles and two in each servo.

“…”--Soundwave

“… I’ll come back later then. Carry on.”—Megatron

He often plays funny little noises to make the beans laugh. Most likely the first on board to get attached to them. When he misses some of the beans, he will deploy Lazerbeak to go see if they are okay in their caregivers’ arms. Primus help the poor soul who decides to be mean or hurt the Sparkling. That is a one-way ticket to the moon.

“Soundwave! Respond! As Second in Command of the Decepticon army I order you—”

Recorded giggles plays

“… I give up.”--Starscream

Knockout and Breakdown

Oh… oh…

Why? Out of all the places on this planet, did that pod have to land on the Nemesis?! The ship isn’t exactly known for being a welcoming place, much less for sparklings. It’s not that the pair hate the sparklings, on the contrary.

The love seeing a bit of Cybertron untainted by the war. But now they have come into the war whether they liked to or not. Knock out while prides his finish, will put it aside while dealing with the multitude of messy sparklings.

“Hey no! Put that down! No! No! How did you even get up there!?”—Knockout

“Lighten up a bit Knockout. They’re just fine.”--Breakdown

“…There’s one about to fall off your servo.”--Knockout

“Ah!”--Breakdown

Breakdown has no problem getting dirty for the sparklings, hut is extremely anxious around them. He could accidentally crush them! He really doesn’t want that.

They don’t part take in the ‘stealing’ of sparklings, as they regularly come and go in the medbay. The pair both genuinely care for the sparklings and are a bit protective, especially if they come in hurt.

“Oh, Primus what happened to them?!”--Knockout

“I don’t know. I accidentally bumped into them—”--Starscream

“You bumped into them!”—Breakdown

Dreadwing

Oh, he loves these beans.

He is one of the few Decepticons with some kindness left and is not going to let bots like Starscream take advantage of them.

“I will be taking them today.”--Dreadwing

“It is my shift to look after—”--Starscream

“Consider this me taking your shift then Starscream.”—Dreadwing

He loves his time with the sparklings. He does a descent job in taking care of them. Makes sure all under his care are well and takes regular trips to the Medbay if something doesn’t seem right.

Besides Soundwave, probably the second in the ‘stealing’ sport. He tells stories to the little ones of life before the war and how the war would be over soon so they could all go home together.

“We are missing 5 of them.”--Breakdown

“Have you checked with Dreadwing.”--Knockout

“Not yet.”--Breakdown

“He probably has the rest.”—Knockout

Shockwave

He doesn’t do much with the beans.

Probably didn’t even know they were around until Soundwave came to the lab with some in his servos.

“…”--Soundwave

“… Explanation.”—Shockwave

Won’t interact with the sparklings much, not even if he has duty with them. Shockwave most likely built a crib to contain the little beans.

Does not partake in the ‘stealing’ of the sparklings.

It is illogical.

Predaking

What is this bean? Why is it so small?

He is confused at first seeing the sparklings, but once educated about the basics, he is ready. Does not matter if he is in his bi-pede mode or not, he is making sure all these beans are protected with his huge limbs.

Does not let them anywhere near Starscream.

“I order you to hand over the Sparklings beast!”--Starscream

“Did you hear something my tiny warrior? It sounded like a little pest.”--Predaking

“How. Dare—”--Starscream

Starscream is now shrieking trying to avoid the flames of Predaking.

He also plays and ‘steals’ them away. He is close ranking to Dreadwing on how often they get stolen.

“We are missing 7 of them!”--Dreadwing

“Where could they—”--Knockout

“Found them.”--Breakdown

Predaking napping in his dragon form cuddling a bunch of beans.

Soundwave snaps a picture that no one knows about.

Arachnid

Okay even if Megatron was on Dark energon, there is no way this Spider is going anywhere near the sparklings.

Point blank. She will not go anywhere near them.

[nevertheless-moving]

Stormlight AU 27B: Elhokar time travel

From Death to Way of Kings. Tries to get help, but unfortunately Elhokar is alone here.

Alternate version of this meeting, in which Elhokar uses his elementary light weaving skills to sneak into Sadeas bridgeman barracks, absolutely scaring the shit out of them.

Dark amorphous blob with glowing red eyes entering the barracks [it is his first time trying to be invisible. He is bad at it]: hello stormbles — do you all just sleep on the floor? And what is that smell? Heralds, this is depressing.

Bridge Four: WHAT THE — VOIDBRINGER! VOID —

Dark amorphous blob with glowing red eyes: wha — I am not a voidbringer! Stormblessed, tell them! I don't look anything like a voidbringer!

Kaladin: what? What are you? how do you know me? what do you want from us?

Dark amorphous blob with glowing red eyes: i — i thought —

Kaladin: Bissig, your knife, quick —

Dark amorphous blob with glowing red eyes: ah! keleks breath! Knife is not necessary, i, look — look — you remember, right? You saved me from assassins? We flew from Urithiru to Alethkar? Rescuing — well, attempting to rescue the queen? Come on hero, your kind of my last hope here, you have to remember —

[Dark amorphous blob with glowing red eyes turns into pretty light eyed woman]: tada! I - I swore my first oath! Just before I….you were there!

Teft: damnation! You're one too, aren't you!

Moash: uh, kal? It… might be a good time to talk about your past now?

Lopen: gancho, does this have something to do with your, you know, thing.

Skar: thing? what thing?

Rock: captain, i believe this woman too has god with her

Drehy: god?

Kaladin: i … have no idea what's going on. Who — what are you?

Brightlady [starting to tear up]: i — i thought for sure you would…you're the hero, not…oh stormfather, what am i supposed to do now?

Lopen: gancho! Very rude question! If you can't remember a woman's name you're supposed to fake it eh?

Moash: yeah kaladin, don't you know anything about women? Also, seriously? a lighteyes?

Kaladin:

Kaladin: i'm sorry ma'am, i don't — i have no idea what you're talking about

Brightlady [sniffling]: okay…alright…you don't remember, but you can still fix this— you can fly right? You could take an army to the voidbringers before they bring the desolation —

Hobber: you can fly??

Moash: don't be stupid, she's clearly insane — that black smoke must have been some kind of trick — listen lady —

Teft: lad…

Kaladin: i can't —

Syl: actually i just remembered! I think you might be able to — well not fly like me, but uh, fall? Upwards?

Kaladin:

Kaladin: I — I don't know how to fly! I'm not who you think i am!

Drehy: did anyone notice he didn't say he couldn't fly. because he definitely changed what he was going to say just now. Like i don't know how to use a bow, but i probably could, if someone taught me

Moash: Kal, just say you can't fly and end this conversation already

Kaladin: ...I have never flown before in my life

Bissig: i KNEW there was something about you — you're a herald in disguise, right?

Kaladin: what?! No! I — I might be a surgebinder, but seriously, I have no idea what's going on, alright?

Moash: what in the name of jezrians balls is a surgebinder?

Brightlady: i can't free you yet — dalinar will die…

Kaladin: wait, you can free us?

Brightlady: i mean i could probably buy you from Sadeas…but dalinar won't listen to me, he thinks i'm being paranoid — he would die — the entire kholin house would fall…

Kaladin: i don't give a cremling's leg about the kholin house! My men are dying! The bridgecrews are a death sentence and we're making runs every day now! If you want me to be some big voidbringer slaying hero then free us first!

Brightlady: oh? And the thousands of dark eyed soldiers under his command? You don't care about them?

Kaladin: what are we supposed to do as slaves that —

Voice from outside: hey! Bridge Four! What's that racket?

Moash: chull dung

Skar: Captain —

Kaladin: ah! Quick, change back to the voidbringer!

Brightlady: I'm not a —

Kaladin: if they find a brightlady in here we'll all be strung up! Hurry!

Brightlady: who would dare — oh, right right, uh —

[Brightlady transforms into nondescript herdassian man]: how — 'ows that?

Lopen: cousin!

Anyway after Elhokar leaves bridge four is left with the distinct impression that Kaladin is a herald who lost his memory.

Kaladin: i haven't lost my memory! I remember my whole life! I just don't like talking about it! None of us like talking about our pasts! Teft tell them what you told me —

Teft: …i mean i thought you were a surgebinder, but…

Moash: seriously what in damnation is surgebinding

Teft: it's people with the same powers as knights radiant. People who can breathe in stormlight and do things with it. After he survived the highstorm i brought him diamond chips…it's how he healed

Kaladin: which you didn't actually tell me right away

Skar: why didn't you tell us?

Moash: yeah. I thought we were in this together

Kaladin: i – i didn't know what to think. I still don't. For all i know I'm cursed, like the Knight's radiant were.

Lopen: you ain't cursed gancho! What kind of curse let's you stick rocks together?

Rock: stick rocks together?

Moash: alright, i can see why you wouldn't share a storming useless power

Teft: i thought you were a radiant but… most people say that the heralds come first, warning the world and then training the radiants. In some ways it makes more sense to be a herald alone than a single radiant without a herald…

Drehy: oh! Which herald do you think he is!

Kaladin: i am not a herald!

Sigzil: i believe that woman would have been Shalash — i have seen her depicted as a many faced woman capable of soul casting

Moash: huh i have heard that soulcasters are actually something unnatural under those hoods

Kaladin: seriously moash? You believe this?

Moash: i mean i already knew no one was answering prayers. If you're a herald that just means that the gods are fumbling around confused and screwing up, which would storming explain a lot about the world

Skar: oh that's a good point

Kaladin: no it's not!

Hobber: its alright sir! Er, my lord!

Kaladin: do NOT call me —

Eth: when i asked him about washing hands before and after touching wounds he just said 'wisdom of the heralds'

General bridgemen: oooh

Kaladin: my father taught me that! He's a surgeon! I grew up in a rural farming village in Sadeas! Enlisted in the army when i was 15 – i can remember my whole life, alright? Every miserable detail! I was 11 when King Gavilar died! I — and I can't believe i have to convince people of this — am not a Herald!

Bridge Four:

Rock: have heard of men whose minds make up stories after hitting head

Lopen: oh! oh! or, maybe its like, a past life thing

Sigzil: some religions do tell of mythical figures being reborn in times of need

General bridge four: ooh

Kaladin: YOU THREE AREN'T EVEN VORIN

Lopen: exactly!

Sigzil: reluctant as i am to be on the same side of an argument as lopen, it is not really heresy for us

Teft: i think jezrian and nale were the ones who could walk on walls and whatnot

Jaks: Jezrian sort of rhymes with kaladin!

Kaladin:

Kaladin: I'm going back to sleep.

[theoriginalspaceexpeditionist]

Treasure Planet: Ballroom Blitz (Part One)

Silver had never seen anything like it. In all his years of sailing the stars, confronting monsters of both beast and man while evading asteroids, meteors, supernovas, black holes hungry for flesh, his own hunger for justice, vengeance, gnawing at him in turn, he was certain that nothing was quite as intimidating as the true omnipotence of wealth.

The Naval Command Awards annual gala was no mere fanciful dinner party. It was the event of the season.

Nobles preened and pined, cutting and capturing swaths of conversation to either inflate their own fickle egos or for later leverage against a perceived adversary. Navy blue jackets and red coats spoke gallantly of their missions and medals, presenting their families as both trophies and points of heartfelt pride. Lesser ensigns and midshipmen, servants and suitors, business men and bachelorettes seized this opportunity to make waves in society. While masquerading as a naval awards ceremony, it became quite clear to Silver that such a party's true purpose was to play the upper echelons for profit.

How ever had Silver ended up here?

A soft chuckle at his side drew Silver's gaze from the eminence of the hall.

"You look a little rattled, Silver," Sarah Hawkins smiled. Although her tone was teasing, there was a real tenderness in her expression that grounded Silver. He slipped into his own easy smile.

"When I said yer lad had greatness in 'im, I didn't think he'd go on to inherit a kingdom. Hope you get a crack at his coffers."

Sarah smacked his arm teasingly with her free hand seeing as Silver had said arm interlocked with hers. By all accounts they looked a standard (albeit grizzled on Silver's part) couple--a subclass mercantile man escorting a woman in hopes of striking a bargain at a social fiesta.

The pretense suited Silver just fine. He rather swelled with the excitement of being a double-entendre for the eve. While the cyborg had always dabbled more so with the lawless, he knew that, when presenting in any new syndicate, people loved a little exhibition. So long as it didn't threaten preceding powers, of course. His cybernetics, although mostly covered, were surely to help with that.

"Speaking of Jim, we should try to find him before they begin the ceremony," Sarah said, rising a bit on her toes to try and see through the throngs of people.

"Morphy can help with that, can't ye, you jigger-headed blob?" Silver chuckled as Morph slid out of Silver's pocket. He'd had to hide temporarily as Sarah and Silver presented their invitations to be allowed inside, but now that they were here, Silver didn't think there was any harm in a little mischief-maker tagging along. "Can ye go find Jimbo for us?"

Morph cheerfully saluted before taking off in search of his companion.

Sarah shook her head.

"You're as bad as my son, you know that?"

"Aw, why that's quite an unfair presumption, Missus Hawkins," Silver said dramatically, shaking his head as if wounded. Then his eyes flicked up as a devilish smirk danced across his face. "I'm worse."

Sarah guffawed, rolling her eyes some (despite grinning) in a manner that was so like that of her son, Silver nearly forgot which Hawkins he stood beside.

"Let's just find Jim before one of you gets into trouble," Sarah laughed as she and Silver moved forward into the viper's nest.

~*~*~*~*~

A/N: Do I have any clue what I'm doing here? Nope! This is the start of a (awkwardly chopped up) short story I've been intending to write for a while regarding a situation where Jim and Silver have to attend a fancy ball and naturally chaos ensues. This takes place after the Battle at Procyon and some time after Jim and Silver reunite. @icarussmicarus and I have been going back and forth with hilarious ideas regarding how Jim and Silver would fare among the wealthy elite for some time now, and I finally decided to start writing some scenes down. So major thank you to @icarussmicarus! I'll provide more backstory as to what's up in future installments. Next piece will probably kick off with Jim.

[thebarontheabyss]

Ppl be like "who is interested in the formless blob" and then you continue to enchant me with how adorable and sweet he is? My question is who isn't? How could you not adore him.

I wanted to also give a prompt with my rant, but the best I can come up with is what would each character do if you had magnet poetry in the bar and available to mess with?

Also, have a lovely day. I'm obsessed with your writing and hope you are happy and healthy to keep making this amazing game <3

Thank you so much! Yes, I take full responsibility for He Without Name; made him way too adorable 😭

Now for some magnetic poetry shenanigans:

Death seems intrigued by the magnetic poetry but is hesitant to participate. You notice Death eyeing the magnets repeatedly, a thoughtful frown on their face. They seem to be contemplating the perfect poetic message for you but ultimately shy away, overwhelmed by the pressure of crafting the right words.

True to their devilish nature, Lilith/Damien quickly commandeers the magnets to create a string of profanities.

Morgan/Morgana finds a novel use for the magnetic poetry, deftly arranging the words into arcane symbols and spell runes. You can't help but wonder if the bar's ambiance is subtly altered by these mystical configurations.

The ever-energetic Shelly embraces the magnetic poetry with gusto. The bar's metallic surfaces become her canvas for daily messages, jokes, and whimsical weather forecasts like "The Abyss will be predictably abyssal today."

Both Yaga and Peisinoe initially dismiss the magnetic poetry as childish. However, you catch them occasionally pausing to read Shelly's witty messages, their expressions betraying a hint of amusement and perhaps a touch of admiration for her creativity.

Hastur approaches the magnetic poetry with a surprising touch of artistic sensitivity and uses it to write haikus.

The Raven snatches a few magnets for himself, adding them to his collection of shiny trinkets. You're not sure what he plans to do with them, but you're certain it's part of some greater, mysterious raven agenda.

He Without Name seems perplexed by the concept of magnetic poetry. He observes others interacting with the magnets but doesn't engage himself. It's unclear whether he finds the activity baffling or simply uninteresting.

[tfp-is-my-lifeblood-lol]

How would the tfp cons and bots react to finding a bunch of sparkling in an escape pod

I headcannon that sparklings are tiny enough for humans to hold their entire bodies and look like loaf blobs and make beeping sounds

I hope this is good, because I'm gonna be totally honest: I know next to nothing about sparklings. I know they're pretty much baby Cybertronians, but that's about it. Are they canon? Idk but here goes nothing😂

TFP Autobots Reaction to Sparklings in an Escape Pod

Optimus Prime:

-Dad mode activated

"As Autobots, it is our duty to protect any life on this planet. Especially small fragile life, be it humans, or sparklings."

-He'd assign the other Bots tasks to look after them whenever he can't do it himself. In fact, he lets the humans care for them as well

Miko: "We have to take care of Cybertronian babies instead of going on missions? Laaame!"

Jack: "Well, Miko, maybe this is how the Bots always feel having to constantly look after YOU."

Miko: "Phht. Rude."

Ratchet:

-Oh boy, he's NOT happy

-He'd mutter to himself:

"Oh, joy. Another small, loud creature to distract me from work. How have I managed to get reduced to the team babysitter?"

-He'd have a harder time connecting with the sparklings than with the children, because at least the human kids can TALK.

-In fact, having the sparklings around might bring Ratchet closer to the humans, since he's on the same boat as them, not wanting the responsibility of caring for sparklings

-He isn't a MONSTER, though. Of COURSE he grows to love the sparklings eventually. He's a softy, deep down

Arcee:

-Where IS Arcee, anyway? Nobody's seen her much since Optimus assigned Team Prime tasks involving caring for the sparklings. She said: "I'm going for a drive" and peaced out.

-In short, Arcee is having NONE of this

-Babysitting? No thank you.

-She leaves the MOMENT anyone asks her to feed the sparklings some energon. And she takes Jack with her. Byeeeeeee.

Bulkhead:

"Uhhh...Are we gonna have to take care of them?"

-What a silly guy. He's doing his best.

-He has NO clue what he's doing, though. Like he said, on Cybertron, he was a laborer. He's never cared for a sparkling in his life

-Not to mention Miko's judging him harshly for even trying😂

Miko: "Bulk, we're supposed to be smashing Con tailpipes! When did YOU become some kind of nurse, looking after toddlers? Isn't that RATCHET'S job?"

Ratchet: "YEPYEPYEPYEP that is NOT my job!!!!!!!😤"

-Bulkhead's like:

"Uhh...how much do you feed sparklings again?"

-At least he's trying

Bumblebee:

-He's probably the best at caring for the sparklings, next to Optimus, and he has no problem doing it, once they find them in the escape pod

-If Optimus is the serious, responsible caretaker, Bumblebee is the more fun one

-He plays with the sparklings, and takes them for rides

-Raf helps out, as well

-It's adorable

Wheeljack:

-Bulkhead dragged him along to help care for the sparklings, but he's taking Miko's side. He isn't feeling it.

"If you want me to go soft, you've got another thing comin'."

-Once the sparklings are of age, he'll gladly teach them to be Wreckers

-But until then, he'll try to explain to them how grenades work whenever Bulkhead isn't looking. They don't understand what he's saying, of course, because they're only sparklings, but you've gotta start them young.

Ultra Magnus:

-He's kinda like a supervisor

-He knows exactly what the sparklings need, and when, but whatever the need is, he isn't going to attend to it himself

-He mainly dishes out orders and tells everyone else what to do.

-He doesn't mean to be rude. He's just used to being a commander. During the war, sparklings had to be protected from explosions and whatnot, so he saw to it that soldiers under his command took care of them.

-If anyone could convince Arcee to come back though, it's him, so at least there's that

Smokescreen:

-Chaotic fun uncle energy

-You'd have to keep an eye on Smokescreen at ALL TIMES, because, when the sparklings are under HIS watch, it's pure anarchy

-He'd probably let them drink engex (Cybertronian version of alcohol) and teach them how to conduct pranks on Ultra Magnus

-He's a "no rules" guardian

-Really, Team Prime has to babysit HIM more than the sparklings

[beep-boop-still-not-a-bot]

Skylanders Academy 15

(...this is probably a good time to mention that while I have played every Skylanders game and watched every episode of Academy... I've never even seen a Spyro game. Really should get into that.)

Season 2 Episode 3 - Return to Cynder

-Secondhand embarrassment is the bane of my existence, but once you get past all that in the beginning of the episode, I really do like it.

-Surprisingly, Blob Gnarly, a villain Cynder makes up fighting in this episode, does exist! Just not in the Skylanders series. It's from Svengoolie, and that's the extent of my information. I could learn more about Blob Gnarly or Svengoolie, but I can't muster up a morsel of interest. Sorry!

-Cynder is such a delight! Too bad she's only introduced in the second season and not present for the third. They really knee-capped her.

-At first I thought Golden Queen's lame missions were just from lack of trust in Kaos, whether in his skills or his loyalty, but I do think its interesting that even she feels insecure at times.

-I'm sure there's some deep symbolism of the first person Cynder truly connects with after escaping Malefor and the one helping her grow accustomed to her powers is also immune to them. But, uh, English class was never my strong suit (hope that surprises you, since I'm literally writing reviews for fun), so I can't really say.

-Is... Is the show making fun of its own fanbase right now, with the Greebles not wanting to take the toy out of the packaging for the resale value? Because a part of me does agree, a plastic covering shouldn't make that much of a difference in price. But I do appreciate people who do sell things online, (even if that was their original plan) since without one of them, I never would have gotten Jet Vac! Yes, I got him because of this show, let's not act like we're surprised.

-If Spyro had just phrased it as they are choosing to be evil, rather than the implication that they were born evil, he could've saved Cynder a mental crisis. He'd still be wrong, though, because Who's Your Daddy does show that Greebles are indeed born evil.

-Is there some parallel in this episode about Golden Queen being unsure about her skills, and Cynder being afraid of hers? ...No, probably not.

-This episode has the idea of Kaos trying to usurp the Golden Queen's command over the Doom Raiders, but this never really comes to pass. Honestly, I don't particularly mind this getting dropped, especially since I strongly doubt the Doom Raiders would ever choose Kaos over Golden Queen.

-While Cynder in the games was actually kidnapped as an egg, I don't think that's the case here. They may not look alike, but I think Malefor is too overprotective for her to be anything other than his actual child. Plus, Eon does comment that 'her type scales looked familiar'.

-Given that Hex was turned undead through a fight with Malefor... I'm surprised she doesn't have anything to say about this whole incident. Well, I'm not, because Academy have a different continuity than the games, but it still could've been interesting.

-Actually, why does the show constantly refer to the dragons as Spyro's ancestors? It's not incorrect, but it would be more accurate to say his parents, right?

-Malefor claims to have helped wipe out the dragons... Eon does say that he's lying to get under Spyro's skin, which could be the case, but I can't see why he'd bother, when he's about to kill him.

-It's never addressed how Spyro was left in the forest. My personal belief is that the thing that wiped out the dragons occurred while he was still in the egg, so it passed right over him.

[forthedancingandthethriving]

So I had an idea.

Abyssal's not sure how long she's been hiding in the little dark corner of the multiverse she found, but by now she's reasonably certain that no one's going to find her, assuming they're even looking (and some small, rebellious part of her hopes they are). And then, because she just can't have nice things at this point, somebody stumbles in.

And she has no fucking idea what's up with this strange blue blobby guy, because he's clearly a game character but somehow has high enough code density to comfortably exist in a Program area like this one. Plus the energy he's giving off feels almost but not quite like her own, as if somebody tried and nearly succeeded in replicating Abyss Code. There's also something vaguely familiar about his appearance.

"Well hi! Didn't expect to see anyone in here." They lean in to get a good look at her, closer than she would've been comfortable with even on a good day, and she scrambles back in terror.

"D-don't get so close!"

Mercifully, they back off, their gloopy, drooling grin becoming a bit sheepish "Ah, sorry about that. I'm not great at the whole "personal space" thing."

They keep looking her over, clearly taking note of the scraps of feather on what could be loosely considered the floor, but not seeming inclined to bring it up, "Anyway, I'm Ecolo! Who're you?"

"I'm..." she hesitates, then starts curling into herself, "I'm nobody, really."

For a few seconds after she says that, there's a strange Look in Ecolo's eyes, and his smile drops for the first time since he showed up...and then the moment ends before she can figure out what it means and he's got that dopey grin again, "Well, I gotta call you something. You alright with Pinky?"

"...Sure." Something tells her he'd be calling her that anyway, so why not, "Sorry for snapping at you. I don't want anyone getting too close because I...I'm dangerous to be around. Really dangerous."

"Dangerous, huh? That why you're hiding in here?"

She nods.

After a moment, he sits down across from her...or at least, he shifts from a vaguely standing position to a kicked back lounging position and floats closer to the "floor" than he was previously, "Well, I'm considered pretty dangerous myself in some circles, so you're in good company!"

"That-You don't understand. I could really hurt someone. I did hurt someone!"

"So have I," and he's got that Look again, and now she can see in it that he does understand, "Lots of times. Some of 'em were even on purpose."

She's not sure what to say to that. Not sure what to think, about him or herself or the Abyss or Um-

"Say, do ya like games?"

She blinks, her swirling thoughts quieting for a moment as she processes the sudden question, "I...maybe?"

He's back to being all smiles, "Great! I know a pretty good one we can play. Might help you take your mind off things for a bit."

As he's talking, he summons a few little colored blobs and idly fiddles with them in his hands, and abruptly she realizes where she knows him from, "Those are Puyo's right?"

"Oh good, you're familiar! You ever played before?"

"I...not really, but I know the rules at least." Well, more that she can download them into her processor, but still.

"Works for me!" He sets up a pair of Puyo boards for them in a way that's somewhat similar to bringing up a Command Box, just with magic instead of code.

"Just so you know, I'm pretty good at this, so don't get too mad when you lose."

Despite herself, she smirks, "Don't go acting like you've already won, we've still got a whole game to play."

"That's the spirit Pinky! Now, if you're all set.."

"Let's play Puyo Puyo!"

(I'll admit it seems a little on the lighthearted and silly side for an arc this dark and angsty, but I couldn't help myself.)

OKAY THIS IS REALLY SWEET? Abyssal hiding herself awa obviously is not, by the way you protray her emotions is?? Yes?? And then Ecolo coming in, code bearing a resemblance to Abyss Code, making her on guard?? JUST??? ALL OF THIS IS GREAT I LOVE IT A LOT

[estufar]

okay last workflow question I promise. what options do you use to add text w ffmpeg? or is that a different post-processing step?

i’m going to be honest i don’t remember what most of this stuff does but here’s a generated command from my awful autogif.py:

C:/Users/█████████/Downloads/ffmpeg/bin/ffmpeg.exe -start_number 52 -framerate 25 -i "C:\Users\█████████\Videos\gifworkspace\thatwouldbeveryrude/0/%05d.png" -i "C:\Users\█████████\Videos\gifworkspace\thatwouldbeveryrude/0/palette.png" -lavfi "scale=-1:1080, crop=in_w-320:in_h, eq=contrast=1.04:saturation=1.2 ,hqdn3d, unsharp=5:5:1:3:3:0, drawtext="fontfile=/Windows/Fonts/Roboto-Medium.ttf:fontsize=80:text="That would be very rude":fontcolor=#F689BD:borderw=10:x=(w-text_w)/2:y=(h-90)-50",scale=540:-1, eq, drawtext="fontfile=/Windows/Fonts/consolab.ttf:fontsize=10:text="estufar":fontcolor=0xffffff60:bordercolor=0x00000060:borderw=1:x=3:y=h-12" [x]; [x][1:v] paletteuse=dither=sierra2" -y "C:\Users\█████████\Videos\gifworkspace\thatwouldbeveryrude/0.gif"

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Things Doctor Alto Clef is No Longer Permitted to Do On Site

As ordered by Site Command, O5 Counsel, The Administrator, several SCPs, and generally everyone who ever met the man, Doctor Alto Clef is no longer permitted to do the following:

Not allowed to point at anyone and state "Someone tell 049 quickly, here's a clear case of the Pestilence if I ever saw one!"

Not allowed to give anything with artificial sweeteners to 999. Poor little blob had a horrible stomachache after the infamous episode with the sugar-free gummy bears. Incidentally, the cleaning bill is coming out of your pay.

Not allowed to suggest anomalies to "reeducate" or "reclassify". We know how you'd prefer to classify 682, but it can't be done. And a more intelligent person would stop trying.

Not allowed to smile at staff or anomalies "in a threatening way". Frankly, you're lucky Agent Markovich only gave you a black eye.

Not allowed to "menace" staff with that damned ukulele. But feel free to torture the Chaos Insurgency to your warped heart's delight; those guys are assholes who can not just eat a bag of dicks, but choke on them.

Speaking of bags of dicks... stop sending them to Doctor Bright. His entire desk is overladen with gummy genitalia.

Not allowed to suggest movies to Doctor Bright. The "SCP Fight Club" was your fault, a bad idea all round, and got much worse once 076-2 tagged in.

Not allowed to read bedtime stories to any children on site. We do NOT need another incident of " Where's My Cow?"

Not allowed to tell D-Class that 096 "just needs a hug" and "he's not so scary, just sing to him and you'll be fine".

Not allowed to suggest Site Spirit Day ideas. Yes, Daganronpa is a great series. But... no one wants to live in Hope's Peak Academy, if only for one day. And the Monokumas were just overdoing it.

Not allowed to follow Doctor Gears around with a music app set to "Mr. Roboto" by Styx. Doctor Gears is NOT a robot or any variant thereof.

Not allowed to cook for anyone. Seriously, those pancakes were so hard you could use them as clay pigeons, and somehow the bacon was so raw the pig didn't even notice it was missing yet.

No more gurney racing! We get more than enough injuries on site to begin with.

Not allowed to dress the anomalies. 173 may not have cared about the wig and dress, but we dare you to try it on 076-2 or 106 if you're THAT bored.

Not allowed to start sing-alongs. You know what you did.

Not allowed to barter, buy, sell, lease, or rent souls. How do you even rent a soul? Never mind, that's a rabbit hole best avoided.

Alcohol is not permitted on site. Even if Doctor Bright drives us to drink. Where did the vodka even come from?

Not allowed to request alcohol from 294. Just in case.

Not allowed to use his ukulele as a melee weapon. Just play it, whomever is attacking will surrender instead of hearing that.

Not allowed to create improvised explosives. Kung Pao Chicken does NOT require gunpowder. How did you even turn a live chicken into a clucking grenade?

Not allowed to practice horticulture. Combustible lemons were bad enough, but making them insult you as they hit you is a bit much.

Not allowed to "decommission" anomalies without authorization from above. Doctor Bright does not count. Doctor Gears does count, but he's not likely to agree.

Not allowed to refer to new hires as "fresh meat for the grinder". First... creepy much, Alto? Second, it's just cruel.

No more than 75 kills per day. Sorry, but in this economy ANY help is hard to find, especially good help.

Not allowed to feed the anomalies marijuana brownies. We don't even know how 073 was even able to eat it due to his properties. But seeing 682 stoned was funny. Who knew the big nearly undead bastard had a plethora of dad jokes? Not the three D-Class who nearly died laughing. Still, don't do it again.

For the last damn time... 714 is NOT a Green Lantern Power Ring, we have no such item, there is no Power Battery hidden in the Keter Wing, and you should stop telling staff and D-Class this. We're losing 6 people a day to this nonsense.

Not allowed to refer to his exploding poultry as "chicken riggies", no matter how humorous it may be.

Not allowed to go "undercover" in the women's restrooms, showers, or lockerrooms on site. No, not even for "research". Especially not for THAT kind of "research". Get a RealDoll, Alto!

Not allowed to encourage Doctor Bright in his shenanigans. Does Jack Bright really need encouragement like that?

Not allowed to perform unauthorized tests on staff or anomalies. Putting a "Free Hugs" sign on 049's back was not funny, and if 049 hadn't noticed who knows what would happen.

Not allowed to point at staff in hazmat gear and chant "Unclean. Unclean." Especially not around 049.

"More shotguns" will not solve all problems. Stop suggesting it.

There will NEVER be a "Dress Like a Ninja" day here. Stop trying to make it happen.

Not allowed to "rent" out his services as a "divorce mediator". No one needs your kind of mediation.

No stalking the staff. Period. No, not even if they're a suspected security risk.

If it's on the Bright List, don't. And stop suggesting new ideas to him.

There are no maps for the Wanderer's Library. Please stop selling them.

Jello shots do not typically involve firearms.

Stop referring to Bright Duty as "Witless Protection".

Not allowed to show episodes of "The Twilight Zone" to anomalies. Ferdinand is still looking for that damned cookbook.

[that-angry-noldo]

not to spam you with asks but also I feel like you’re my girl for an Aerin x Tilion snippet during the war of wrath I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THEY WERE UP TO ❤️❤️

your wish is my command. hope you enjoy <3

-

Aerin bends over the side of the boat, threading her fingers through the cold wind currents. "It's cloudy again," she remarks. "Do you think we'll need to clear out the clouds?"

Tilion looks from above, steadying the steering wheel. "Eh. No, I don't think so. As far as I can tell, they're not Morgoth's. If Manwë doesn't take care of his skies, I won't be doing it for him."

"Sad," Aerin sighs. "Clearing out the clouds is fun."

"It becomes boring after few decades of sailing."

"You become boring after few decades of sailing," Aerin rolls her eyes and walks away from the edge. She climbs up to where her husband is standing, and takes a deep breath. Up here, the stars are both close and distant; it takes a moment for her to tear her eyes aware from the skies and look back, down to earth.

They stand like that for a while, enjoying the silence. Aerin shivers under her cloak, and squints.

"Is that... a battle down there?"

"Huh? Where?"

"A bit to your left. I can't see as good as you so I'm not sure, though."

Tilion stares. He's quiet for a moment. Then, he perks up.

"Yes, there's a battle! Would you hold the wheel for me?"

"So you get all the fun?!" Aerin protests. Tilion is already by the ship's edge, and she takes a moment to fix the course and prevent the wheel from spinning before joining him. She squints again, but sees nothing except for ridiculously small figures - more bugs then people.

"That's Ingwion," Tilion says confidently, and jumps on the taffrail. "You see that golden blob? That's him."

Aerin sighs. "I need glasses," she says. "I can't see anything from here, it's all a blur. What are they into?"

Tilion tilts his head and reaches for his bow. "I think they were ambushed. There are too many of the enemy troops."

"Oh," Aerin says. "Are we going to do something?"

Tilion shoots her a wink. "Do you want to see me in action, beloved?"

"There are people dying, Tilion."

"And do you want me to help them die less?" Tilion grins and draws an arrow. "Let me show you why were they calling me Quickshot way back when."

Aerin watches as he takes aim. "Tilion," she says solemnly. "I'm going to remind you of that nickname every time we share a bed. There are so many jokes in my head, and not one of them is appropriate."

"Beloved, please focus. Look!"

He releases the arrow, and Aerin watches, mesmerized, as it shoots through the sky and disappears. Tilion remains still for a second, and then lets out a triumphant yell. "Perfect shot! Brillant shot, Aerin! Wait, wait, let me try once more- yes! Again! Are you proud of me, Aerin? Another one! I think I deserve a kiss for that. O-ho-ho! And that shot deserved domething more than a kiss, if you know what i mean-"

"Tilion, the only thing you're going to get are the dishes you still didn't wash," Aerin smirks, squinting into the distance. Tilion releases another arrow and turns to her, looking with sad eyes.

"What, not even a small kiss? The smallest kiss? The most petite smallish kiss from the beloved?"

"Mmm... let me think."

"No?"

"No," she grins, wrinkling her nose. Tilion groans and draws another arrow.

"You're the worst."

"But you love me."

"I do. Now, stop teasing me, beloved. I'm trying to win a battle here."

[fattestwriting]

DDLC, but all four of the girls agree to be fat as fuck...

And then Monika gives herself, Yuri, Sayori and Natsuki the ability to devour everything except for the person that she was originally going to have the other three killed for.

(Blob: YES Hyper: YES Futa: YES Vore: YES Bodily Fluids: Yes, to both piss and scat Gas: Definite yes)

(This very likely may be my LONGEST post yet. So, enjoy, or don't! :3)

-----

The cat was out of the bag, and had been for a while. Monika and Sayori both had god powers over their digital world, and now that Yuri and Natsuki knew, they had them too. So, in light of this and in hopes of keeping some kind of order, the girls all agreed to a meeting to set ground rules.

"Okay everyone, welcome to the first annual meeting of the gods council! First order of business, I feel it's necessary to bring up that EVERYONE CAN SEE YOUR LOG FEED, even if you erase it or erase our memories. Even a macro set to erase our memories everytime we remember something doesn't work because it'll eventually short circuit. So yes, Natsuki, we all saw you stuff yourself on planets, Yuri we all saw you shit and piss until your house overflowed followed by you bathing in it, and Sayori, we all saw you nuke the country with your ass blasts."

"I didn't need the console for that one, I could smell it from space."

"My point is, there's no reason to try to break these rules. We'll all know, and we can just delete you. But, don't go around just deleting people either, since there's a short period of time where they still rema-"

*PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

"Oh my god I'm so sorry- the meeting has just made me so nervous, and I just...I just..."

Yuri couldn't help but piss herself, a tap load of the yellow fluid streaming down her leg and pooling on the floor.

Meanwhile, Natsuki's eyes went wide and her skirt grew taught.

"Oh Yuri, it's okay! We can-"

"I HAVE A PROPOSAL FOR OUR FIRST ACT!"

Natsuki sprung up from her seat, just as her dick was now sticking straight out, hard large and drippy.

"... I'm listening..."

"We should, before we set all these rules, have one day where we do anything! C'mon, there has to be some fantasies we all wanted that we couldn't do without our God powers, right? C'mon, we can have one day, right?"

Monika was surprised to say the least. She clearly knew Natsuki was turned on by Yuri's little mess, and she couldn't say she disagreed.

"Fine. One day. I hope you all enjoy yourself as much as I plan to."

All four of the girls open their command prompts, and to all of their surprise, they found they all inserted the same commands at the same time.

doVoreConsumption: true

grossLevels: max

bodyElasticity: max

assholeWidth: max

The entire group starred at their command windows, hesitant to move their gaze upwards towards their friends.

"W-well... Y'all have fun with that..."

"... You too..."

And just like that Monika and Sayori disappear to fulfill their fantasies on their own, meanwhile Yuri and Natsuki stay together, with Yuri being too embarrassed to move while Natsuki is too turned on to move.

So, to break the tension, Natsuki decides she knows what to do.

*PPPPLLLLLLLLLLTHTHTHTHTHSHKSHKSHKDHK*

Natsuki began spraying shit out of her ass like a fire hydrant, filling the other side of the room in seconds, meanwhile she begins to piss herself as hard as she can, filling the room to Yuri's knees in the yellow substance. The room smelt downright foul, enough to make any normal person faint, but it was barely the beginning of either of these two's fantasies. Yuri recognized Natsuki's efforts and smiled lightly, before it twisted into a smirk. Without even getting up, and too fast for even a fart to escape her anus, she began spraying fecal matter against the wall to a destructive level. She covered the town in the time it took Natsuki to fill the room, meanwhile Yuri's piss stream barely raised the room's amount by an inch. It was now and only now that the two made eye contact. They were in a mess off, and only one of them could win.

Meanwhile, Sayori and Monika met up at Sayori's house post teleport.

"So, we're looking for a crowd of people, ri-"

But before Monika even had a chance to set up a game plan with her girlfriend, Sayori had gone to town. Literally. She was devouring the town itself. She chomped down mailboxes, cars, street lights, fences, houses, and whatever else she could find without a second thought.

"Oh, I see how it is. We'll see who gets bigger first, Mrs. Object Vore over here, or good ol' fashion human vore!"

Just like that, Monika began. She started with her mouth, slurping folks down one at a time, before realizing it was too inefficient. So, she decided to pull out all the stops. Tit vore, ass vore, navel vore, cock vore, god forbid... Nasal vore! She was going for it all. And with her boosted efficiency, she was chugging down hundreds of people a second. She could run through a crowd of people with her cock out, her belly outstretched, her mouth open and taking a deep breath and catch a good 2 hundred easy, not including the amount of people she caught by simply shitting out everyone else's remains and then eating not only the shit, but the new souls trapped inside. Monika gained on Sayori in only an hour, and from there she'd only grow bigger.

Natsuki and Yuri's battle of the mess had reached a head. Or, more accurately, it had reached their heads. Both girls were effectively drowing in Natsuki's piss and Yuri's shit, and so the only logical thing to do was obviously start eating. They began to consume just enough of their waste so they could breathe, but even that miniscule amount blimped them up considerably quickly. After a couple of minutes they had each grown to the size of the school they had buried in shit and piss, and even when they didn't need to any more, they kept consuming and kept excreting.

*BBBBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP*

Monika let loose a monsterous roar of a burp as she finally finished eating the very last organic material on the planet. She had started with people, naturally, but when she realized she could just summon all living things to her, she did it. Now the entire world was significantly browner and covered in Monika's belly. Despite all of this, however, she noticed something. She wasn't winning her competition. Sayori had covered the country long before Monika covered a city, something Monika needed to change. And so, she decided, if she couldn't find any more live victims, she'd just have to guzzle down the thing that makes life! And so she flaunted her country crushing cock and stuck it into the ocean, deep enough that she hit the bottom, and began to slurp. The ocean began to drain at a rapid pace, so rapid that she was completely finished after only a minute. But this didn't last, as just before she could pull out and find something new to eat (or shove up her cock) it began to refill. Not only that, it began to overflow, even with her fastest drinking. Only as it reached up to her breasts did she realize...

"Am I drowning in piss???"

At this realization, as much as she didn't wanna admit it, she had to take a break from drinking so she could use her cock to cum an oceans worth of semen.

Meanwhile, Sayori had finished eating the entirety of human structure, devouring every single thing they ever created that was on the surface of the planet, and even after all of that, she was hungry. She looked across the barren brown landscape and realized...

"Why is that mountain getting bigger..."

Sayori's question answered itself as even her continent sized belly was overcome and drowned in shit, shit which she began guzzling down with our question. Despite her fervent consumption and the many hundreds of billions of tons of it travelling up her cock, she wasn't fast enough. It took no time at all for her to become completely encapsulated in shit, just as Monika became completely drowned in piss. Without knowing, the two both came to the same conclusion as they began to shove the planet up their asses. By the time they butt bumped each other, it split in two, leaving behind a magmic trail between the two anuses as they slurped the rest of the Earth into themselves. The only things not injested were the four planet sized girls and the pile of shit and piss that was now double the size of the world they had just consumed. As the brown and yellow globe began to be overrun by sheets of tan and white (they were growing fast, and having an entire planet come from your body would make anyone orgasm) Sayori and Monika recognized the inevitable, and decided to go elsewhere in the universe to eat, with Monika b-lining it to the sun, which she absorbed in seconds, meanwhile Sayori had topped off the rest of the solar system in an equal time.

Four hours after this whole thing began, Sayori and Monika had eaten every bit of matter and antimatter in the universe, even suckling down black holes before they could eat them. And despite it all, the pile of shit piss cum and blobby girls in the center of (and most other places in) the universe had grown too fast for them. They found themselves scrunched up against the edge of the universe, nearly all of it filled in by their cosmic proportions and the absurd pile of excrement. All of this pressure pressing up against a belly that had just consumed every ball of gas in the universe wasn't a good idea, however, as Monika ripped ass, releasing a shock wave of fart strong enough to atomize every thing in the universe besides the 4 girls. Despite this, however, it didn't stay long. In less than a millisecond her efforts were proven for not, as the boundaries of the universe were slammed with even more waste then had filled it earlier, with Yuri and Natsuki releasing more then ever. And finally, at this last push, the boundaries broke. And then the multiversal boundaries. But, as they could feel the shit piss and cum hit the edge of the next boundry of reality, nothing happened. Nothing gave way. So they began to eat, all of them. All four girls ate and ate and after they consumed every single piece of non-human material in the omniverse and filled it edge to edge with zero room in between them, they decided there was only one logicak course of action. They all began spewing shit into one another, which ever hole of their friends their ass happened to line up with. All four of them could feel themselves growing denser, tighter, fuller, but not any bigger. The edges weren't budging an inch. It was only when they finally reached maximum density, finally too big for any shit or piss to enter any crevice of any of them. This was it. They reached maximum capacity of their game world. They were stuck like this...

-----

You finally got home from a long day at work, and decided to settle down with some video games. You sit yourself down at your computer and turn it on, listening as the fans whirr to life and the screen flickers on. Once you type in your password, the desktop loads, only for you to find an icon you've never seen before adorning your apps.

"Hm. DDFC? Sounds a lot like DDLC... Did a Steam friend gift me a sequel I never heard of or something?"

Confused but excited, you double click the file, opening it, only for you to start hearing cracks. It doesn't take long to realize where it's coming from when your computer starts oozing a pale...liquid? No, couldn't be, it was too solid. It squished, like adipose. It takes a minute before the dam finally breaks, and you get crushed to death by whatever escaped your computer.

------

The girls finally felt some movement, after so long. Their bodies, or rather Yuri's body, was finally accepting the shit calories, as her flab oozed out of a new crack in the fabric of the omniverse. It didn't take long before the sheer pressure of the girls' bodies shattered the boundry entirely, finally giving them some space to breath, and more importantly, grow. As the four of them finally got to see their new surroundings, they noticed something.

"THMPHS SHYSH UERTSH!"

Monika realized she was unintelligible, so she mentally put what she was thinking into the console.

This is Earth! The real Earth!

The one PC is from!

But how? Aren't we just computer code?

I guess not anymore!

Yea! Don't ever think it! Just enjoy the ride!

They all took Sayori's words to heart, especially Monika, as she stopped shitting for just a second to release a fart fitting of a girl who just broke through four barriers of reality, shredding every piece of matter and antimatter in the universe, including the planet they were smothering and the people running in terror from them, to nothing, allowing them to continue growing in peace. Although, this didn't last long, as after only a few minutes of shit guzzling they bashed into the edge of the true universe. Unusually, however, it didn't last as long as the others. The sheer force of their growth lead to them bashing through the barrier almost instantly, and as they would find out in less than 5 minutes when they hit the multiversal border, it would be instantaneous from now on. And so, they kept going, guzzling faster, shitting harder.

So, we just hit the 24 hour mark. Should we reset?

I don't even know if we can... We broke out of our simulated world.

And even if we could, would we want to?

No, not really. And plus, we're gods now! Like, for real gods! I don't wanna give that up...

And so they didn't. They kept going, forever and ever, until the only layer of reality left was their layers of fat in a truly infinitely large void with no end, not even a theoretical one.

...

Guys?

I felt it to.

What was that?

I think... I think we might be bigger than all of existence itself...

...

Wanna do it again?

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Insecurities

So I received a request recently asking for a Lindbergh x reader fic. To the one who requested it, I hope you enjoy it! For anyone else who like him, I hope you enjoy it as well!

Warnings: GN!Reader, age gap (no worse than Marco x Ace), mink-human relationship, insecurities.

Word Count: 1020

     The most stunning human he’d ever laid eyes on and you were just out of his reach. You were a close friend of Sabo’s and one of the more skilled members at espionage. He almost wished he were Sabo, the blond was young, handsome, and human. All great things to be when it came to you. He was a mink, he was too old for you, humans usually went for someone closer to their own age and, from what he understood, someone of their own race. He wished that his rank were all he needed to be with someone like you, he was the commander to the South Army and well respected within the RA’s ranks. He was intelligent and among his own people, he was desirable, but you weren’t a mink like he was. Even if you were, would that be enough to overcome the age difference? He’d heard of worse age gaps, but they were few and far between, they were also typically between two humans, at least, to the best of his knowledge. He yearned to be with you, he’d watched you from afar, but he’d never gone any further, never tried to be anything more than a friend to you. As much as he wanted to be more to you, he couldn’t bring himself to ask you for anything more than your friendship.

     To you, it didn’t matter if he was a mink, a human, he could have been a giant or some sort of amorphous blob for all you cared. He was smart, interesting, funny, kind… and out of your league. A highly ranked member of the RA and some nobody who specialized in espionage? Why would he ever be interested in someone like you when amazing members like Belo Betty or Karasu were around? Members who’d make infinitely better partners than someone so much younger than him. That isn’t to say you didn’t want him, he was the very reason you worked so hard. At first, you’d just wanted to help the RA, so you did your best, but now, he was your driving force. You wanted to be good enough to impress him, be good enough to be considered worthy of him. So you put your everything into every mission, anything to try and prove that you were good enough for someone as amazing as him. 

     Perhaps it was inevitable that your friends would get tired of the tension between the two of you. That they’d want to see the two of you together, want the both of you to be happy. You were their friends, they saw the attraction between the two of you, maybe this was inevitable. Even still, you hadn’t expected to now be sitting with him in a closet as he tried to pick the lock on the door. You weren’t even sure what had happened, to be honest. One moment you were walking down the hallway with Koala, glancing over to see Sabo and Lindbergh headed your way and the next, the two of you were being stuffed in a closet and the door locked behind you as Sabo and Koala wished you both luck. Neither of you had said much since then aside from apologies and a promise to get the two of you out. How could you when you were locked in a closet with the man you had the biggest attraction to? Taking a deep breath, you tapped the cat mink on the shoulder, drawing his attention away from his agitated muttering about Sabo messing with the lock. You had to tell him how you felt. Surely the two were still on the other side of the door listening in, right? They’d let you out if you told him how you felt, right? Granted, you’d kill them for this once he rejected you, but it was the only thing you could think of and it had been 20 minutes since you’d been locked in here. The mink turned towards you, his brow furrowing. He’d been trying to unlock the door for what felt like an eternity, were you finally pissed off that his attempts thus far had failed? In truth, he was annoyed with himself for not being able to unlock it. He knew he could, he was more than capable, but with you standing so close to him, his focus was more on your scent that seemed to surround him, your warm body mere inches behind him, and the cute way you were biting your lips. The words that left those cute, teeth worn lips had him wondering if he was actually in a dream instead of reality, if this was all some sort of hallucination. You liked him? You liked him like he liked you? He took one of your hands in his, placing a kiss on the back of your hands before staring into your eyes. There was fear there, fear that he’d reject you, a fear he understood all too well. But he didn’t, he could never reject you, you were far too astounding for him to hurt you like that. Instead, he allowed himself to admit his own feelings for you, to tell you how much he cared for you. Once he’d told you about his own insecurities, you couldn’t help but laugh and tell him about yours, the two of you now content to just sit there and talk, forgetting about the lock, forgetting about the fact that you were stuck in a closet. The nervous tension gave way to an easy, comfortable silence as the both of you sat there, his head on your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair, an ever so slight pur escaping him. There wasn’t any hurry, the others would let you out eventually and until then, you were more comfortable in the privacy of the dark closet. Nobody could object to the age difference here, nobody could object to the strange human-mink relationship, nobody could object to anything in here. You could be together without your usual worries or insecurities in here. You could just be together here.

[silvermuffins]

Seward Summary....AGAIN!

It is now 1:43 in the morning, i've had my break, and I am committed to getting this out before the next email, so help me blob.

WARNINGS: violence

They are waiting for Quincey and Arthur to return. In the meantime, Van Helsing is trying to keep their minds busy. Mostly this is for Jonathan's sake, as he's been through a lot and has the white hair and haggard look to show for it.

Jonathan is very energetic, though, his passion might see him through to better days.

Van Helsing tells them about how he's been studying. He is more sure than ever that they need to kill Dracula, because in life the Count was an incredible man. He was brave and noble and, above all else, extremely intelligent and learned, and that intelligence survived his becoming a vampire. However, in some ways he's still comparable to a child, but he is learning and growing and experimenting to gain more command.

Jonathan wants to know what he means. Van Helsing explains that there was much about his abilities Dracula seemed not to know, but he is testing his limits. For example, using Renfield. Another example, he initially hired people to move his boxes of dirt, but then tried to help and found he could in fact move them alone. This is good for him because he can scatter them more discreetly, and only he will know where they are. He is immortal, he can take his time and do everything right.

The knowledge about the boxes comes too late to help the Count, though. If he'd tried sooner he'd be well beyond their reach by now, but as it is they've made all but one of his boxes unusable. Van Helsing expects to reach that one very soon, too, as they have more to lose and so ought to be more careful than Dracula.

Van Helsing expects Quincey and Arthur back soon, but the near-immediate knock on the door is a telegram. Van Helsing accepts it. It's from Mina, she warns them to watch out for Dracula as he hurriedly left Carfax and went south, possibly looking for them.

Jonathan is pleased, because he is very eager to meet the Count again. For murder purposes.

Van Helsing makes an effort to calm and placate Jonathan. They have to hope Quincey and Arthur get back here before Dracula does. They do, and Van Helsing fills them in. He also deduces Dracula's route from Carfax to here as being the longest possible.

They prepare their armaments as they hear a key in the lock. Quincey quickly puts together a strategy and without a word directs all of them, and they all fall into line with ease as this has become habit. Dracula's entry made clear he expected an unpleasant surprise.

The Count leaps into the room, to the surprise of all. Jonathan is first to act, blocking the door. The rest gather round. While Seward is busy questioning what, exactly, they're going to do, and whether or not their equipment will work, Jonathan pulls out a big kukri knife and goes for the kill. Dracula dodges back.

The knife misses the man but cuts his pocket and a bunch of money falls out. Jonathan raises the knife again as Seward advances with communion wafer and crucifix; Dracula cowers back.

They have him surrounded, but suddenly Dracula ducks under Jonathan's arm, grabbing a handful of the money on the way, runs across the room, and flings himself out a window.

They all run to see the Count run across the way to the stable. At the door he turns to give a villain speech about how he's only just begun, he has centuries on his side, and all the girls they love belong to him already and will spread his influence. Additionally, he has more places to rest than what they've destroyed.

He vanishes into the stable. The group determines they'll have no luck following. Van Helsing speaks up, to explain that clearly, Dracula is afraid. Why else would he move so fast and take the money? He tells them to follow as hunters while he makes sure nothing left here will aid the Count.

Van Helsing takes the remaining money and the deeds to properties, and then burns everything else int he fireplace.

The younger men all followed Dracula into the yard, Jonathan having gone out the same window, but he'd bolted the stable door and it was too late by the time they got it open. Nobody around had seen where he'd gone, either.

They determine to go back to Mina to protect her. There's only one more box of dirt to focus on finding. Jonathan is miserable about this.

Mina is in good spirits or at least putting on a good show. They have supper together, food and companionship do everyone good, then they fill Mina in on the day's events.

Seward feels some resentment, and imagines he is not the only one to do so among them, toward God for rejecting Mina despite her goodness and strength.

Mina acknowledges that the group is bent on destruction, but it isn't out of malice. They work to free the souls whose bodies they destroy. So, she asks them to pity the Count, and not hate him, because imagine the joy of the real him when they kill vampire him.

Jonathan's not too happy about that, and says he'd condemn Dracula to hell even after they slay him, if he could. Mina doesn't like that, and explains that she's asking that because all she's been able to think about today is that if she turns, she could be in Dracula's position. Some other group of intrepid vampire hunters may have cause to hate her, and she hopes they could take that kind of pity on her.

However, she also knows he didn't really think that through - he's suffering and stressed and loves her deeply. His hatred toward the Count is currently driven by his love for her.

Everyone in the group cries. Van Helsing beckons Seward, Quincey, and Arthur out of the room, to give the lovers time alone.

Before bed, Van Helsing wards the Harkers' room against vampires. He gives them a bell to ring if there's an emergency. Seward, Arthur, and Quincey divide the night into watch shifts, Quincey first and Seward last. All too bed.

OKAY man I was really prepared for there to be more parts but I got through! Today's entry just has one more segment from Jonathan, but it's a far more reasonable length.

It's 2:32 am and my summary is done. Today was the big one. I'm gonna get some rest!