#i saw the revenge post and immediately ran to make this

[binaryeclipse]

[amandav09]

COD-Sut up challenge

hello everyone! Yes I’m still alive

Summary : For this post I had the idea to use the challenge in which a child says "shut up" to his mother (with the accod of the parent) to see the reaction of the father

Warming : Very slight sexual incinuation, implied violence

Word count :8,5k

Gif not mine - I speak bad English and I am dislexyque, so sorry for the inconvenience

Ghost

Simon sat quietly in front of his computer. Her son ran into the living room, while you drop your husband a tea, you kiss his forehead and send a quick look at your son, the signal.

«(N/B) Stop running please» you hide somehow the phone that filmed the reaction of Ghost.

«Shut up mom»

The reaction is immediate, Simon grabs the arm of (N/B) to stop him in his race and gives him the most severe look.

"What did you just say?"

“Simon…” You step in and tell him it was a joke. But he cuts you before you continue.

“No one in this fucking house disrespects you. Even outside, no one has the right”

Simon’s grip was not strong, his cold tone was enough to bring anyone to attention.

«Luv, darling, it’s a joke» I smile gently to him showing my phone

He frowns and lets go of your son’s arm. His gaze fixed in your eyes «Run»

You wasted no time and ran fast, your husband on your heels while your son laughed in the background.

Konig

Konig dried the dishes while you sat on the couch. Your daughter sat in the seat in front of you. She was smiling and waiting for you to start. Your phone hiding behind a cushion and turned towards the kitchen door

«Honey, did you clean your room today?» You say loud enough for Konig to hear

Your daughter does not answer and puts her hand on her mouth to prevent herself from laughing.

«Mom asked you a question, luv» Gently said Konig while continuing his task. From the kitchen, he had no visibility on your daughter waiting for the right moment.

"So (N/G)? Did you make your room?" I repeat my question with an thumbs up.

«Shut up mom» Can she say, the most serious voice possible

You’ve never seen Konig turn so quickly towards you

«kleines Herz (little heart) comes here» Your daughter gets up and goes to see her father. Konig lowers himself to his height and takes his little hand «You must not speak like that, your mother and I love you with all our heart, but respect goes both ways...» He would continue to gently correct your daughter, but frowned as he saw her try to stop laughing. Slightly bewildered, he looked at you. His only response was your loving gaze, and when he looked down, he saw the phone half hiding behind a cushion.

“Oh. So you gang up against me?” He quickly got up and grabbed your daughter and put her under his arm. She struggles laughing while her father quickly approaches you. He grabbed you before you could do anything and put you on his shoulder «meine beiden Töchter (my two daughters) enjoys teasing me? I’m going to have to take revenge!" He says happily as he heads to the bathroom.

“You won’t dare?” You try to get off his shoulder and understand what he was going to do.

“You really want to test me meine Liebe (my love)?” He put you both in the bathtub and took the shower head «Last words to say?»

Your daughter tried to echo her father between two laughs, but he lit the water on you two «We will see if you will still want to make jokes next time» He says in a proud tone

Price

He was in his office filling out paperwork, his door was open.

You enter by straightening your coat, your phone hide in the outer pocket of your coat.

“(N/G) Come kiss your dad before I take you to school” I tell my daughter when she walks by the door.

«Shut up mom» She says without stopping to walk

You look at your husband who continued to write quietly, as if he had heard nothing

“You don’t say anything?” You ask.

Without even looking up from his papers, John answers: «One, we educated our daughter well, she would never say that. Two, I heard you laughing and whispering in his room, not even 10 minutes ago. And three...” He finally looks up at you, with a smile on his lips «You have hidden your phone very badly» He nods to your pocket where the phone was on the verge of falling «Well tried anyway, my love»

Makarov (I know, I know. Already the idea that he has a wife is impossible, so to have a child... But let me dream!)

He was on the phone with Yuri, a paper in his hand and pacing in the living room. You were putting wood in the fire because of the cool Russian

«(N/G) you can give me this log please?» you made an expres to put a log quite far from you. Your daughter was right next door and was reading a book, waiting for the right moment.

«Shut up mom» You often found that your daughter resembled her father, and while she said this sentence with the most neutral look possible, it confirmed the thing.

Your gaze turned to your husband who had a cold face and eyes turned to his daughter

«I’ll call you back later Yuri» He didn’t wait for an answer and hung up «What did you say to my wife?» He asked, the cold tone "As far as I know, you were not educated like that. Apologize quickly."

“Why would I do it?” (N/G)

“Because before it was your mother, it was my wife, and it still is. No one disrespects her. No one disrespects you either.” He said to her, “You must respect the people who deserve it. And your mother is the person who most deserves your respect.”

"My love." Step in. His head turns to you, his gaze slightly less cold, "It’s a joke."

He takes a slight breath and closes his daughter’s ears

“I’m going to make you regret this when she goes to bed.”

A shiver of excitement runs through you. You’ll probably have to find an excuse to explain why you’ll have trouble walking the next day.

Graves

Phillip was doing push-ups in the living room, you were sitting on his back, the strength he always amazed you.

Your son entered the living room.

“Cheri, can you grab my book, please?” I wink at him. Your son nods and takes an innocent face.

Shut up mom

Graves stop while he was going to chain another pump

“I should have put on a condom.”

You give him a little blow to the head for his comment. He laughs at that, then continues his push-ups. You thought he wasn’t gonna say anything else, but he called your son

«Apologize quickly before I ask Mom to get off my back»

«Pardon» said your son in you a little smile

«Well, now give him his book, and I don’t hear you talking like that anymore»

I run my hand through Phillip’s wet hair

«It’s a joke, my love»

He stops again, his body a few centimeters from the ground. He leaned slightly to his right to make you fall on your back, the soft carpet receiving your body. And before you can straighten up, Phillip is on top of you, "So you’re trying to get our son to prank me?" He smiles.

"No?" His smile grows even more when he sees your weak attempt.

"I will find revenge, darling, and ohhh, believe me, you will regret it."

Rudy

That poor baby just woke up when he heard your son say that.

You and your son had waited machiavelly for him to enter the kitchen

Hearing this quickly woke him up. He put his hand on his son’s shoulder

"Did Uncle Alejandro teach you to talk like that?" He had to yell at his best friend several times for the words he used while your son was nearby

He favors discussion when there is a conflict (except with Alejandro), in addition, it is with a child, and the child in question is his. He wants to resolve this quickly and efficiently.

«Yes» Your son decides to involve his uncle in the joke, and you must restrain yourself so as not to laugh and to pray for this poor man who has nothing to do with it.

«Apologize to mom» He caresses the boy’s head «And don’t talk to him like that anymore, mom is the woman of our life, we shouldn’t speak badly to him» He says softly. Then he takes out his phone

"What are you doing?" You’re frowning.

«I must speak to Alejandro» You could feel the anger emanating from him little by little

Before you could tell him it was a joke. He was already out in the garden

You quickly pick up your phone and send a message to Alejandro: «Sorry»

A few minutes later. Rudy comes back sighing, he takes you in his arms and puts his head on your shoulder

"Why do I feel like we have two children and not one?" You gently run your hand through her hair

Your phone vibrated and when you read the message, you took note to offer a box of chocolate to Alejandro

“I hate you ರ╭╮ರ”

Alejandro

Your husband held you in his arms while you were making breakfast. Your 7-year-old son enters the kitchen while your 5-year-old daughter was already sitting at the table.

“(N/A), did you pack for school?”

Your son, with whom you prepared this farce, slowly walked to the table.

Shut up mom

Alejandro did not even have time to react that your daughter got up and shook her big brother by the t-shirt.

“Never talk like that to Mom!” Your husband quickly grabbed your daughter to keep her away.

«My baby is a joke» I say quickly. (N/B) Laugh at his sister’s reaction while Alejandro always held your sulky daughter in his arms

«She has your character» You smiled at your husband who made a grimace in agreement.

[ran-rindouhaitanis-wife916]

Hey, so I really liked your most recent post, and I was wondering if you could do a fem reader that's in the mafia x Rindo, Ran, Hanma, and Mikey and like they see her "take care" of someone who screwed her over woth money on a deal or something I hope this makes sense 😄 have a good day/night 😊

Omg yes, I love this idea a lot sorry it took me so long to get back to you anyways lets now waist any more time

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Female reader that's in the mafia

fandom:Tokyo revengers

Characters include: Ran, Rindo , Mikey  and Hanma

Warnings include: Swearing and mentions of death 

‐---------‐------------------------------------------------------------- Ran: When he found out you were in the Mafia and like your dad's right-hand man or women in this case, he was surprised but he got over it quickly but the first time he saw you “take care” of someone was completely different.

“Two hundred, three hundred and four hundred....MOTHERFUCKER”

You yelled as you counted the money that your usual dealer gave you, noticing that he was short a hundred thousand. 

Ran had heard your yell from outside the door while he was talking to your dad. He’ll admit he was scared only because he had NEVER in all the time of knowing you had he heard you yell like that, Ran’s train of thought was stopped when he saw you walk out of the room with a gun in your hand and a very scary glare on your face, you had walked past him and out of curiosity he followed you to see where this would go.

You both had walked outside to the guy's car where he was standing texting on his phone.

“Hey dumb Fuck!” You had yelled at the guy, and he looked up at you and immediately looked terrified, he tried to run away at first, but you had shot him in the leg, he immediately fell to the ground and screamed in pain. 

“Did you really think that you could get away with shorting me cash in there, cause you're a fuckin idiot if you did?” You said while kneeling down in front of the man on the ground.

“No, I swear I just didn't have the full amount I swear I can get it to you though please don't hurt me I'm sorry” The guy said as he trembled in fear. 

“You could have just told me and we could have worked something out but you just tried to walk out of here and not have to fully fulfill your end of the deal, you know that's not how I do business, and now how am I supposed to trust you not to pull some shit like that again you had one chance and you fucked it up sorry not sorry dude.” You said as you pointed your gun at his forehead and pulled the trigger.

“HARU CLEAN THIS UP!” You yelled at your assistant, and he was already there standing next to Ran with everything he needed 

“That was kind of hot.” Ran said as you turned around and let out a light laugh “of course you would think that's hot you fuckin werido.” you said as you gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked away with him following you soon after.

—--------------------------------------------------Rindo: When Rindo found out you were in the mafia with your dad he thought you were going to betray him at some point, but you didn't, and he trusted you after a while of dating you and you trusted him but the first time, he saw you “Take care” of someone was a shock to him.

You and Rindo planned to hang out at your house that day but 20 minutes before he got to your house your dad had informed you about a guy, he had captured that hurt your little sister Yuna and wanted you to make him regret what he had done and of course you had agreed.

About 20 minutes later you were done and about to finish the guy off, but you had not heard the garage door open, so you had continued what you were doing and put the gun into the guy's mouth and pulled the trigger and killed him.

 When Rindo saw the guy’s state he was in absolute shock your dad had brought him into the garage to “show him how we handle things” he then saw you shoot and finish the guy off he wasn’t disgusted or scared it just shocked him but he should have expected this I mean you're in the mafia what else did he expect, His train of thought was interrupted by you calling his name his eyes had looked to your scared and concerned ones.

You were scared of what he would think of you now that he had seen what you were capable of, but you didn’t see fear or disgust on his face. All you saw was shock and of course that was to be expected.

“I'm sorry.” Was all you said to him and looked down to the tiled floor now that you guys had come inside. 

“For what I'm just shocked that you're capable of that but nothing like that could make me love you less I promise.” Rindo said while pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head.

“Aww Rinrin that's so sweet, here let me clean this blood off and then we can watch a movie in my room ok.”You said while walking to the kitchen sink.

“Ok” Rindo said as he let you grab his hand and drag him to your room after washing your hands and all he could do was smile because he knew now for sure that he was in love with you and he's pretty sure you feel the same way. 

—-------------------------------------------------Mikey: Like Rindo, he was shocked that you were in the mafia, but he got over it quick. All he cared about was your safety and made sure you would never leave him, but the first time he saw you “take care” of someone, he was kind of proud.

You and Mikey were cuddling in your room watching a movie when your dad had come in and asked you to help take care of a traitor that was at the house trying to get info and you had said yes but the take care part peaked Mikey's interest because why would you take care of a traitor so he asked you if he could come with you he was happy when you had said yes.

When you both had went downstairs and out the garage door Mikey's eyes immediately went wide when he noticed the bloody screaming man tied to the chair right in front of him, he had shut the door behind him and stayed where he was standing as he saw you walk off towards your dad who was holding a gun out towards you.

You had taken the gun from your dad's hand and walked up to the man in the chair, raised the gun and pulled the trigger, after that the screams had stopped, you then handed the gun back to your dad and turned back to Mikey only to see he had a small smile on his face, it honestly freaked you out a little.

 you walked up to him and asked if he was ok.

“Ya I'm just a little proud you were able to do that, all it means to me is that you can protect yourself if needed.” he said while looking at you.

“Well, ya I guess that makes sense.” you said as you had started to walk back inside with him.

“Ya, now can we go back to cuddling in your room? I'm tired.” He said while grabbing your hand and dragging you back to your room.

“Of course, when can Manjiro.” you said as you walked with him stopping to give him a light peck on the lips and continuing back to your room.

—-------------------------------------------------‐ Hanma: When he found out you were in the Mafia with your dad he was like ‘ok’ he was fine with it honestly it didn't even come as a shock to him you were confused but moved on after that and when he saw you “take care” of someone he wasn't fazed at all.

You had invited Hanma to go with you to a fancy party your dad wanted you to go to and he had nothing to do so he said yes, when you guys got there, he noticed how you had seemed to be looking for someone.

When you had found said person you told Hanma that you would be right back and left to talk to a guy at the bar, Hanma had followed you out of curiosity when you had left with the guy.

You both had went out the main room and outside to the alleyway behind the building you had suddenly pulled a gun out of the back of your waistband and shot the guy in the back of the head having him fall to the ground and bleed out Hanma’s eyes had widen for a sec but then he just blew it off and went back to where he was originally.

When you came back and acted like nothing happened, he just smiled and kissed you on the side of the head and told you he loved you.

[mintartem]

I really like Zophiel, especially in evilmenshoe80‘s fic he played a key role! Now, I want to use him again so here’s an idea.

The virtues are arguing among themselves. Gabriel and Uriel against the idea of redemption and Hazbin Hotel, Remiel and Cassiel approves of it, and Raphael and Azrael chose to abstain from this decision. This leaves Michael as the deciding factor on which side will win.

He was pressured by all of them to give his answer but instead of answering, he ran away and went immediately to a balcony to calm himself down. (He is still grieving about the news of Adam’s death and being reminded of this “Hazbin Hotel” was hurting him more and more.)

On one hand, he can side with Gabriel and shut down the hotel as a sort of revenge against them for killing Adam, but if the concept of redemption is possible he’d like to give everyone a fair shot of redeeming themselves. This shows his angelic nature (and former title as the Angel of Justice) showing.

Suddenly a specific phone (he has a lot of phones) calls him. This phone is used specificially for one purpose: Zophiel. Only Michael knows of Zophiel’s existence. Everyone else thinks that Michael has connections in all sorts of places.

“Yes?” Michael asked.

“What’s with the cold tone, boss? Are you mad at me for giving the info late?” Zophiel asked in a teasing tone. Michael growled in anger.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. That’s quite insensitive of me” Zophiel sounded regretful and guilty. Good.

“I know you’ve been missing Adam. But I have an important news from Hell for you” Zophiel’s tone sounded serious.

“What is it?” Michael asked curiously.

“Well you know how that angelic steel can permanently kill angels, hellborns, sinners and all?” Zophiel asked.

“Yes.” Michael replied, one eyebrow raised. “Where is this going?”

“I’m getting there. I showed you the clip of Adam getting stabbed of said steel, correct?” Michael’s clenched his fists in anger.

“Yes.” Michael replied with bitterness.

“Well, I got some news for you. He did die, but he is back,” Zophiel paused while Michael felt his hand become cold in anticipation. “As a sinner” Zophiel finished.

Michael almost dropped his phone in surprise and relief. He felt his eyes water but he immediately wiped them away.

“Any clue where he is?” Michael asked.

“He is staying in the Hazbin Hotel. Why? I heard it’s to give this redemption thing a shot. Seems like he must really want to get back to heaven” Zophiel replied.

“Thank you for the info, Zophiel.” Michael replied, grateful for the info that Zophiel provided.

“I’m always at your service, Sir Michael. I’ll call again to give you more info. Call me if you need me.” Zophiel replied in a comforting tone. The last part was said with a comforting gentleness to it. The phone went dead as Zophiel hang up on his side.

The next day, Michael gave his answer. He sided with Remiel and Cassiel much to Gabriel’s annoyance. As Remiel celebrated and excitedly told Emily that the Hotel is approved, Michael looked away in guilt. Only Uriel saw the guilty face he is making.

“It’s alright, Chief. You decided on what you thought was right. Don’t mind Gabriel.” Uriel said with a smile while patting his head. Michael nodded. Guilt stirred inside him even more. He didn’t agree because it was “what he thought was right,” but for a selfish reason of wanting Adam back.

Meanwhile, Zophiel sighed tiredly. He observed the hotel from afar using his angelic power. Adam got himself a deal with Lucifer. How is he suppose to tell the Prince of Heaven that his beloved’s soul is now owned by the King of Hell?!

Like I said, this is just an idea. I just like the thought of using Zophiel! For those who are curious, here’s the info I posted about Zophiel. I also used vee’s (i hope you don’t mind I call you that evilmenshoe80) version of Zophiel.

[yandereforme]

Twin Yandere Dieties, Axdon and Amis, who loved you in another life and weren’t willing to let you leave in this one.

You were originally a reluctant visitor to the temple, who only came due to pressure from friends and family, but you were interesting enough to draw their attention. They loved you deeply, but they didn’t always pay very much attention to you, and were manipulative and dismissive towards your concerns about the relationship.

Things came to a head when you caught Axdon with another person. You stopped visiting them all together, angry and heartbroken. This was what started their descent into a yandere mindset. Both Axdon and Amis missed you, but you wouldn’t accept their gifts, straight up ignoring the Axdon’s gifts and being cold to Amis after you found out they knew about the affair. The twins were starting to go crazy due to the lack of your love, causing major disasters to start up in different parts of the country. Finally, you agreed to meet up with them again in the temple. They were sitting waiting for you when they heard the scream, your scream.

They held you while you died, neither noticing the binding spells around them until it was too late. In anger, Amis cast a curse condemning that family line to always be marked for their sins, with a red mark on their body, similar to the silver and gold their lover had gotten for them on the small of their back, but this mark would cause pain when touched and work as a brand/mark of their crimes. Axdon cursed the family to always endure tragedy, and never live a happy or blissful life until you were returned to them.

(The reason you were killed? Revenge, plain and simple. They blamed you and your twin gods for the disasters (which were the gods faults) and decided to destroy the threat by killing you and encasing the gods in a ritual object(I’m thinking a knife or pot))

Fast forward several hundred years later, to modern times when some European archaeologists discovered and accidentally released the gods, who immediately released hell on earth. After a few days, they brought in a translator of the dead language the gods were speaking, and managed to discern that Axdon and Amis would not stop until all who were marked were brought to them to kill. Amis decided to make it easier on the mortals by keeping a counter of the amount of people left.

Fast forward again, it’s a post apocalyptic world following the gods’ return. There are only three marked people left(the number went up a month ago, making both of the gods’ angry.)

You, your little sister, and your newborn child are the last people to have the mark. You saw your family slaughtered around you, and ran. You watched in horror, as those ‘gods’ killed and tortured your family one after another. You may have not cared for your family, may have been angry with their treatment of you and your sister, but this? They didn’t deserve to suffer this.

Now, the father of your baby, your now ex-fiancée, was standing smugly with a new girl on his arm as you and your sister were brought in chains to the gods. You held your baby close to your chest, not making eye contact with the gods, until one got closer and you heard them singing under their breath a song you knew vaguely, a song you used to hum when working, but-

“Your singing it wrong.” It took a second for you to realize what you said. You could hear the gasps behind you, and you moved in front of your sister, shoving the baby into her arms as you did so.

“You little-“ One started before the other cut them off. “How should I be singing it then?” The voice was cold, making you shiver, but you steeled your nerves and looked up at the bastards. If you were going to die, you might as well not be a little bitch about it.

You cleared your throat, and with hatred in your heart and eyes, you started to sing. It was a song of unrequited but undeniable love, but you channeled your anger into it, making it as if the singer was angry at being made to fall in love.

You watched as the gods grew still as you sang, how their looks of explosive anger and sadistic cruelty changed to shock and awe. You could feel your sister shifting behind you, but you didn’t look away from the cruel gods, not even after your song ended.

“Where is your mark?” The second one asked coolly. The guard nearest to you grabbed you, eager to show it off, but the first one growled and he let go. You glared as you shifted around to show it off, turning to face your sister. You could hear two sets of footsteps grow closer, and see your sister’s frightened expression.

The guards had carved a whole into your shirt, showing off your mark on the small of your back. You knew your mark was different than the others, and had heard the guards joking about if this made you more important to be killed, and meant they would get paid more for helping to bring you in.

You could feel their hands tracing your mark, and you were surprised by how nice it felt. Your mark usually burned at touch, but this felt almost relaxing, something that would have made you smile if not for the situation at hand.

“It can’t be…” the angrier twins voice was hushed, almost reverent. Suddenly, your baby let out a whimper, and you grabbed them into your arms as quickly as you could, but you could hear the stillness behind you.

You turned around with your baby in your arms. You could see the little red mark on their arm, amid the bruises you knew the guards caused. You saw a hand reach out to the baby and pulled away, keeping your sister behind you. Suddenly, you had a desperate, wild idea. They seemed interested in you right? Maybe they would spare your sister and child if you went with them, or at least grant them a quick death.

“Leave them alone. I- I’ll let you kill me and do whatever you want just, leave them be, please.” Your voice shook and you hated yourself for it. The twins looked …. Shocked. The angrier one looked devastated, while the other one looked contemplatively at you, your baby, and your sister

You felt the shock of a guard kicking you down to the ground, but you only had a moment before the gods struck. One of them grabbed the guard by the throat, while the other rested a hand on your face, turning it upwards towards them.

“We will not kill you, nor your siblings. No one will take you from us again.” You couldn’t understand what was going on. You could vaguely hear the crowd murmuring behind you, and the sounds of the other god slowly torturing the guard who kicked you, but you could only really focus on your blood roaring in your ears and the worried, almost tender look the the god in front of you was giving you.

What the actual fuck?

Note:in case you didn’t realize it when you read it, you are your own reincarnation. The gods started to figure it out with the song, but your mark and its coloring confirmed their suspicions. Also, you don’t know their names when you meet them after being reborn, but Amis was the one humming. If you want to request anything with them, let me know!

Also, I’m running on jet lag and so tired so idk if this is terrible

[saltpepperbeard]

OBLIGATORY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS™ TOWARDS THE NEW OFMD S2 PICTURES

hi y’all. hi besties. every time i think i’m solid and stable on my feet, new footage absolutely pULLS THE RUG OUT FROM UNDER ME ANDNW. EVERY TIME I THINK I’VE SUSSED OUT THEORIES, NEW FOOTAGE IS LIKE LOL NOPE.

So let’s Ramble let’s Discuss because djwndnsnd MANY THOUGHTS HEAD SCRAMBLED-

So this one is the ✨easiest✨ (IN THEORY), and also so very delightful. BECAUSE LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT THESE SMILEY SWEETHEARTS. LOOK AT THEIR OUTFITS AND TEA AND FOUND FAMILY VIBES!!!

I would assume this is on a different ship, or maybe on the “floating market” that was teases in one of the articles. I’m of course leaning towards the Red Flag Fleet based on previous material, but I can’t really figure why or WHERE in the season.

Employing help to catch up with the Revenge? Attempting to stay hidden because Stede ran from the Naval Academy and is subsequently a VERY wanted man? A bit of both?

Either way, CUTIES. (Also that SKY 😩😩😩)

And this one,,, THIS ONE,,,,, 👀? 👀👀🧐🧐???

The first knee-jerk reaction I had to it is an immediate post-reunion shot. He looks very confused—very SHOOK, if you will lol. And he’s still wearing the same shirt he’s been traveling around in for some time. It’s also relatively dingy, which tells me a bit of time has passed.

And that flooring behind him,,, Is that the DECK OF THE REVENGE???

SOOOOOO reunion taking a bad turn? Him tripping back over himself because Ed reacts ENTIRELY differently than he expects? Him just RECOILING in shock???

But then also, I’m like 👁👁, because I feel like it COULD be a misdirect. It COULD be something entirely different. Because I feel like they love doing that with previews lol. Something ENTIRELY innocuous and unrelated to what it APPEARS to look like.

Because, I will say,,, the gloves,,,,,, who is She.

AND THEN THIS ONE,,, 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

does edward teach know i want him carnally

He’s just so so beautiful, but of course we all knew that. WE ALL FIGURED AS MUCH.

I will say though, something that caught my attention in this shot are the marks/cuts on his face. Particularly, the mark/cut on his lip, because it matches up with-

THIS shot. And this in particular is really scrambling my brain l m a o because,,,

My running theory for this was that it was Ed going through some sort of “battling his past phantoms” type journey, and was working towards healing on his own. LITERALLY on his own, because I also thought this came after him falling off the ship/getting thrown from the ship.

And I ALSO thought that him meeting up with the bunch again would come with happiness/healing as a result.

SO SEEING HIM STILL LOOK SAD AND STOIC WITH A BLUNT??? HONEY????? HONEY DARLING??????? I THOUGHT WE WERE GOOD LMAO WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE STILL SAD 😭😭😭

Unless it’s just something more serious, and he IS indeed feeling better. I mean, he doesn’t have his makeup or anything, so he COULD just be in a more grim situation of some sort.

But I digress. #EdDeservesToSmile2kForever

ANNNNNNND THEN THIS LMAO. THIS. THE MOST CONFUSING OF THE BUNCH RIGHT HERE,,,

The position they’re in,,,,,,, 📸🤨

But what REALLY snagged me was Ed’s facial expression qkdjwjdjw like babe WHAT ARE YOU DOING. WHAT ARRRRR YOU DOING WJDNWN

My brain just immediately shouted “FERAL BEHAVIOR” because that looks like me whenever I’m like 🤪. JUST BUG-EYED AND CHEWING ON FLOOR TILES IDK.

…BUT THAT’S ME GOING BONKERS OVER FOOTAGE SO LIKE QJDJWNS,,, IN WHAT CIRCUMSTANCE WOULD ED LOOK LIKE: THAT.

like is frenchie carrying marmalade and ed saw it and pounced and is like ⚫️👄⚫️

because honestly that’s Valid.

But it’s also VERY interesting, because Ed’s makeup is off, and his HAIR is in that one lovely updo. So again, AGAIN, it makes it very difficult to tell what the motivations are/what the characters are feeling, because it’s like,,, ED BABE ARE YOU GOOD??? DO YOU FEEL BETTER??? OR WHAT AKDJWJDS

Regardless, REGARDLESS, I don’t know how they manage when I’m already through the ceiling, but I’m somehow vibrating at an even GREATER level than before. I cannot, and I mean, CANNOT wait to know the context behind all of these.

And cannot BELIEVE we’ll know in ✨less than a month✨

[softxsuki]

So I saw that you had I tag I follow and immediately rushed over! So first and foremost...How are you? Are you drinking water daily? And I also wish you a good rest of days.

I was wondering since I rarely see this for Akatsuki no Yona. Like a Chubby reader. That's all. Like didn't they exist back then too?...

So basically Reader was Yona's personal maid, one of her most trusted friends like Hak and Soowon. So now they are apart of the group and basically feel out of place. She has a crush on Jae-ha but knowing he only goes for "attractive" women she doesn't act upon her feelings.

What happens next? 👀

Insecure Chubby!Reader Who Has A Crush On Jae-Ha

Pairing: Jae-ha x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Warnings: uh talking down about yourself, insecurities, lowkey suggestive at one point? but nothing crazy

Genre: comfort, fluff

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: In which you confess to Yona that you have a crush on Jae-ha, but he'd never like you back because you're chubby and he only goes for thin women. Little do you know that someone is listening in on all this o.o

[A/N: OMg hi...I KNOW I KNOW. It's been way over a year since you requested it. If you're still around, you're probably wondering what the heck this is as it's been long forgotten. I'm sorry it took me so long to write, I had it half written in my drafts all this time because I started second guessing myself and I really loved this request and didn't think I could do it justice. SO here's my completed version of this. I hope it's decent, and hopefully you're still interesting in reading it :'). Sorry if it's disappointing NFEKJFKAEF <;3]

It was night now. Months had passed since Yona ran out of her castle after her father's murder. Hak had saved the both of you from Soowoon’s revenge on her father as you would not back down and go to their side either. Yona loved and respected you, so you owed her everything, and that still hadn’t changed. You still refer to her as Princess, just like Hak, but the two of you were closer than ever–going beyond the friendship a personal maid and a Princess should probably ever have. 

Owls hooted in the background and the sound of crickets surrounded you. You had all stopped for the night to set up camp, and were currently in your shared tent with Yona and Yoon. The young boy was fast asleep in the far corner of the tent, exhausted from running around all day, but you and Yona were wide awake from the excitement of the day–too pumped to even think about sleeping just yet. Giggles escaped your mouth at the girl-talk that was being exchanged between you both, then Yona began to blush as you asked her about her feelings for Hak. You had noticed the change in the atmosphere between them for a while now.

“He’s just…different from how I used to see him? Instead of just seeing him as that annoying kid back then, he’s more of a man in my eyes now… He said some uh, lovely things to me the other night and it just made me realize my feelings even more,” She hides her head in her hands, thinking back on the deep conversation she had with the raven haired man a few nights ago, but clears her throat and turns the attention away from herself, “What about you, Y/N? Seen anyone in any villages that have caught your eye? Or perhaps even someone among us, hmm?”

You could hear the slight tease in her voice at her question, she fully knew who you liked, but wanted to hear you say it yourself. After all, what fun is girl-talk if she was the only one dropping juicy information.

“Well…there is someone I like, but he’d never go for a girl like me…” you trail off, looking down at your hands.

“Jae-ha would love you, Y/N. You’re gorgeous, kind, and you have a heart of gold, I see the way he looks at you whenever your back is turned.”

“W-what? How did you know it was Jae-ha?” You ask bewildered.

Yona laughs, placing a hand on your shoulder, “So it really is him? I was just making a lucky guess, wow.”

You huff. Perhaps it was a little obvious since you always got nervous around him and ONLY him. The slight disappointment that graced your features whenever he spoke of a beautiful woman he ran into in town. The tiny sparks of desire to have him speak to you with those lovely words, but it would never happen.

“He was probably just wondering why I can’t be so open with him like I am with everyone else,” You sigh. “I know I don’t belong here. You’re gorgeous and way above my social status. The other guys in our group are all very attractive as well, I’m the only one who sticks out like a sore thumb, but I guess I just have to deal with it!”

You fake a smile, regretting a little that you opened up too much. 

“Y/N, is that really how you’ve been feeling this whole time?” Yona asks, her voice now softer at your confession.

“It’s alright, really. I’m used to it by now, I don’t know why I suddenly decided to say that all right now. Everything’s okay!”

“No, everything’s not okay. Y/N, you are the most beautiful person I know. I don’t care if you think your extra weight makes you ugly compared to the rest of us, that doesn’t make a difference in my eyes and Jae-ha would be a fool to have that be a difference to him as well! Tell him how you feel! He would treat you like royalty.” Yona explains, a little enraged that you’ve been feeling this way all this time without her realizing it, “And I know we come from different backgrounds, but out here, we’re all the same. You and I are on the same level. You’re my best friend, and that won’t ever change! You are one of us, part of the happy hungry bunch! It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Thank you, Princess Yona. You’ve been a great blessing to me and I’m so very grateful to be your friend,” You smile slightly, but it falls again when you think of Jae-ha. “It seems that Jae-ha only goes for thin, beautiful women though. I can’t imagine him directing those compliments to me when I’m the complete opposite of all those women…I- I guess I just wish he could see me as a beautiful woman despite my weight. Even if it was only for a second.”

Yona once again assures you that you are indeed beautiful and that nothing is wrong with you. She was a little lost for words on what else she could say to help you feel better, she just wished you could see yourself the way that she saw you–a beautiful woman, inside and out. 

“If I’m so beautiful, then why won’t he look at me the way I want him to?” You shout in frustration, a little too loudly.

Your conversation is cut short though as the sound of shuffling is heard from outside the tent, along with the distant murmuring of the rest of the boys who were still awake, engaged in small talk.

“Will you both shut your mouths? I’m trying to sleep here. Y/N stop being a wimp and just confess to him already. You’ll never know until you at least try!” Yoon groans out with a huff, before light snores escape his mouth once again. 

“He’s right,” Yona whispers now, not wanting to awaken the tempered boy again, “But I guess this can all wait for another day. Let’s sleep, it’s getting pretty late.”

You both yawn at the same time and laugh lightly to yourselves. Perhaps it could wait…

Sleep consumes Yona pretty quickly, but your mind is plagued with a million thoughts that keep you up all night. It would be a tough day tomorrow.

…

The next day, your journey together continues as you finish packing up the last of your camp and continue forward. 

Yona and Hak had run up ahead of everyone else in the early morning to get in some more arrow shooting practice while the rest of you moved to catch up at a decent pace. You lagged behind a bit, lost in thought of everything you spoke about last night.

“Careful, wouldn’t want to run into a tree and ruin your beautiful face, now would we?” The sudden voice of the man you were thinking of, startles you back to reality along with the gentle touch of his arms around your shoulder, guiding you around a tree that you were seconds from walking straight into.

But all you could think about now was the presence of his warmth on your shoulder along with a word you had always longed to hear addressed to you–beautiful.

“Huh?” You ask a little frazzled, trying to control your breathing from his still present arms around you.

“You almost ran into the tree back there,” He smiles, now removing his arms from around your shoulders and awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

You both were now lagging behind the group who had finally joined back up with Yona and Hak. Yona sends you a quick thumbs up from afar, mouthing a ‘good luck,’ with a wink.

“Thank you,” you mumble to Jae-ha, ignoring Yona’s cheekiness, and continuing to walk to the rest of the group with your eyes glued to the ground. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t tell him.

You hear the man sigh behind you before firm arms pick you up bridal-style, and jump into the air as you let out a yelp, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face into his chest from being so high up. You were surprised that he was even able to lift you, but I guess all the dragons were fairly strong.

Your heart was hammering in your chest–both from the sudden action of being in the air, but also from being in close proximity to your crush. You could hear his own heart hammering in his chest, probably from having the fatigue of jumping while carrying something heavy (at least that’s what you think, his heart is definitely pounding for other reasons).

You can hear the distant joyful hollering of Yona and Zeno from afar, praising the green-headed man for his bold actions, to which Jae-ha chuckles at. It isn’t long until you’re safe on the ground again, far enough from the group now to have some privacy together. Jae-ha sets you down as you timidly scoot away from him and sit on the grass, trying to calm yourself down.

“What’d you do that for?” You ask hesitantly.

“A little bird told me that you’ve been talking down on yourself, is that true?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you avoid his eyes. You physically couldn’t look him in the eyes, you were far too embarrassed. Where had he heard that from?

He takes a seat beside you, gently reaching for a strand of your hair and admiring it as he twists it between his fingers. You’re frozen in shock. What was going on? 

His hand abandons your hair and gently grabs your chin to face him as his other hand wraps around your waist.

“And I’d love to know where you heard that I wasn’t completely infatuated by your beauty,” he teases.

Your eyes widen in shock.

“In fact, I love every inch of you, from the plumpness of your thighs to the softness of your stomach, your magnificent chest, and your puffy cheeks. You’re absolutely enchanting– a diamond among stones,” he continues.

“Your eyes, they outshine the beauty of any other woman in this land, you know why? Because they belong to you. I don’t care how big you think you are, but never talk like that about yourself again.” There was a certain sternness behind his voice now, as if he was really serious and hurt that you would think so badly of yourself.

“How did you-”

“I heard everything last night, Y/N. You have no idea how much self-control it took for me to not just burst into that tent and tell you everything right then and there. But I’m here now, and I can’t move forward until you know how much I love you. You’re beautiful and I won’t have you think otherwise.”

You were beyond baffled.

“All this out of nowhere? You’re always off fawning over all the beauties in town, but never at me. You’re just saying this to make me feel better, right? Well, it’s okay. I do like you, Jae-ha, but I don’t need your pity. You don’t need to like me back, I’ll be o-”

You’re cut off by the feeling of Jae-ha’s lips on yours. You can feel the emotion behind them as he was almost desperate to show you how real his feelings for you were. You lean into him, wrapping your own arms around him now, fully into the steamy kiss.

He pulls aways with a pant, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he laughs. “I hope you believe me now.”

“And to answer your question, I didn’t want to scare you off. I know how bold I can be, and a part of me loved watching you from afar, loving, admiring you in secret. It was exhilarating trying not to get caught,” he confesses. 

Yona’s words from that night echo in your head of how she had seen him watching you a few times. He really did like you…

“I’m surprised you never caught my wandering eyes. We need to work on you being more aware of your surroundings, darling. What if it was some other man gawking at you, and not me? Not that I’d let that happen…but still.” There he goes again with his teasing.

You playfully hit him on the shoulder, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, “Shut up,” you mumble, very embarrassed by all his words. You still couldn’t believe it, it was like all your dreams became a reality over-night.

Was this a dream? Because if it was, you never wanted to wake up. You cuddle further into him, hiding the heat that was quickly rushing to your face. You were overwhelmed, but in a good way. His own arms slither around you in a tight embrace.

“This is real right? You’re not just saying all this?”

“Of course this is all real, darling. And I’ll keep saying it all until you believe it. You’re under my care now,” He whispers that last part and leaves a peck to the top of your head. 

“I’ll take good care of you,” he confirms again, making sure you know it.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 1/24/2023

[sunny-speaks]

Love You to Pieces (pt 1 of 'Pieces')

Character(s): Harper @campwillowpeak x reader, mild mention of Friend from @stnaf-vn

Okay but i saw that one post about ‘what if someone murdered CM…’ AND OH MY GOD THAT POST??? SENT SHIVERS??? DOWN MY SPINE??? AUGH love me a silly goofy psychotic guy who mourns me and just feels like shit after he gets my revenge because that isn’t what I would want for him… 

(SASJKDHASDJK @the-wannabe-hero thank u for the idea omg i forgor to credit--)

Part 2 !!

Trigger Warnings: death of a loved one

Main warning: SHIT TON OF ANGST DUDE I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS (i mean my standards could be a lil too low idkkk)

ALSO MAMA SLOTH I HOPE U ENJOY IF U END UP READING !!

Fic under the cut!!

His eyes widened, pupil shrinking as he watched all the blood spill from your stabbed abdomen. The coward who had stuck the knife there immediately ran away before Harper could catch him.

Harper knew he could run after him, knew he’d have a pretty good chance at killing him. But there was also something else he knew.

After years of killing others, he knew how fatal your wound was.

No, he didn’t want to even think about what was happening.

He caught your fumbling body before it hit the ground, cradling your upper torso in his arms, all fear evident on his face. “C-Cara mia?” He knew how broken and fragile he sounded and how that would scare you a little, but he didn’t have the effort to hide it from you.

You winced as you shifted in his arms, “Harper…” You grit your teeth and flashed him a smile. “I-It’s fine, everything’s going to be alright, hm?”

God, he loved your smiles. The ones you would make when you enjoyed his food, the ones you made after kissing him and leaving him breathless, the ones you reassured him that he was not a bad person and would never be, the one you made when he first got on one knee. All of them.

Even if you were dying, you still managed to smile for him. His heart stuttered in his chest, his love and fear for you both taking over. He let out a watery chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief, “Y-You’re so bad for me, darling.” He brought the hand that your engagement ring sat on before kissing it. The cool metal brushed his chapped lips as a tear slipped down his face. “...Please don’t leave me, cara mia. We still,” His breath hitched and a silent sob wracked through his body, “We still haven’t gotten married yet. You can’t… You can’t do this to me.”

You coughed on the blood coagulating in your throat, droplets of blood making it onto his shirt. “A-Aw man, I got your shirt dirty…” Your eyes began to gloss over with tears, hearing Harper beg for you not to leave made things feel a lot more serious. “If it cheers you up, Harper, I do.”

“W-What?” His confusion caused him to blink back his tears before he tilted his head to the side, “I… What?”

You let out a set of broken laughter and he had to suppress a flinch. You never laughed like that, you never laughed like you were having a bad time, you never laughed like you were going to die-

Oh.

His eyebrows furrowed as if that act itself would stop the tears from forming.

And of course, because you knew him so so so well, you tried to give him a reassuring smile, “I do, Harper. I do love you, and I will marry you. Through life and through death.” Tears trickled down your face as you wiped at the dry tracks of Harper’s face, “Through sickness and health and whatnot. Harper, will you…aghk― will you marry me too?”

He stifled a whimper, his bottom lip trembling, “Of course I will, always, always, always for you, cara mia.” He craned his neck so his face met yours and he kissed you before setting you back down in his lap.

“Harper, Harper, it hurts…” You gave him one last weak look before your eyes flickered up to him. You entwined your fingers with his and brought them to your lips. “I love you, Harper. More, hgk— more than, more than I’ve ever loved anyone. Okay, darling?”

He begged through tears, grasping your hand so tight, he could’ve broken your hand. But he’d never do that to you, he loved you so much. He loved you too much. He wouldn’t let you leave. “Please. Please don’t say that like you’re…” His chest wracked with sobs he was too heartbroken over to care. “Like you’re dying. You can’t. You can’t leave me, cara mia. You wouldn’t.” His lungs cried and wailed for proper oxygen intake, his brain told him he needed to breathe, but how could he? How could he dare to breathe when he knew soon enough, you wouldn’t share the same air as him.

And god, if that didn’t shatter his heart into pieces.

“Please, please, please. They can’t― They can’t take you—! Please, please, please, please…” Each repeated word was followed by tears falling from his face to yours.

If he wasn’t so overcome with his sorrow, maybe he’d have already noticed how you had already died.

Your blank eyes stared back at his glassy blue ones. He rested his face in his hand, propped on his knee as he held you to his chest, cries unabashedly rocking through his body as he had to believe it.

Believe you were gone.

Believe some coward had taken the light of his life away, forever.

Believe some scum had taken away the person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.

Anyone else on the street would’ve seen him chanting meaningless words of ‘please, please, please’ and ‘love you so much, love you, please don’t leave me.”

But all Harper could see was you, broken and shattered in his arms.

--

Harper couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep properly. Everywhere he went was a reminder of you.

He tried, he tried so hard to move on. He tried not to isolate himself. God, he had even shut himself off from his Nonna. She didn’t deserve that. It was all because of him, because he would never be good enough to save you, to save himself. Because it was all his fault that he couldn’t have seen it coming. He should’ve been more careful, been more cautious. 

Friend had come over to reassure him that he understood losing a loved one, but he just… he just didn’t. He didn’t know what it meant to lose the love of his life, didn’t know how Harper had spent nights just replaying it over and over in his head. 

Some nights were even worse because some days, he’d never tell a single soul, some days he forgot what you looked like, couldn’t picture your face anymore because it had been so long since he had seen you smiling at him. Those nights were the worst. How could he have forgotten his spouse, someone he had dedicated his life to?

God, he was such a piece of shit for forgetting you.

Friend only had his sweetheart, but Harper had other people to care for.

His Nonna.

But he couldn’t handle the pain your death had caused him and refused to let anyone else share it.

He had to look at your photos just to have some feeling of what it was like to be yours because he kept forgetting. He kept forgetting and forgetting what it was like to love someone like you.

You were his world and how could he ever forget it?

Was it because you weren’t there to remind him?

Ouch.

A/N: dw dw harper gets his revenge

[naesakilovely-fanpage]

˚ʚ Traitor AU Naesaki ! ɞ˚

He/Him for Chihiro

Mod's note: So sorry for not posting I ran out of ideas ;A;

♡ Mastermind! Makoto ♡

He always liked Chihiro, but Junko didn't let him keep Chihiro out of this so he planned a way to get rid of her and keep Chihiro alive until he could remove Chihiro from the game.

He would constantly be around Chihiro in a non-stalking way, talk to him a lot and sometimes flirt with Chihiro in a subtle way, he would try to be in a relationship with him or at least be his friend.

When Junko guard is down, he would then kill her by using a taser multiple times on her at high voltage. Then he went to Chihiro's room while he was sleeping, and when Chihiro wakes up he tells him the whole truth (except the whole world is destroyed thing).

Then, he would make Chihiro choose between saving himself or being stuck there but the rest get free. Chihiro chooses the last and Makoto smiles at him, telling him "that selfless nature was the one that made me fall in love with you" and he knew what he was going to ask him, he just wanted to see his reaction. He would then explain the state the world is in and then tell him that he would stop the killing game immediately, just for him.

"If I fix this whole thing, would you forgive me? Would you give me one more chance?" Makoto asked Chihiro after a moment of silence. When Chihiro asked to what he was referring to, he answered that if he fixed the world and made things go back to normal, would Chihiro forgive him for helping with the killing game and give him a chance to continuing being his friend/boyfriend.

♡ Mastermind! Chihiro ♡

The reason he is helping Junko is that Junko manipulated him, lying to him that the whole class killed his parents. When he fell in love with Makoto he had mixed feelings of him and was complicated, until he realized that Makoto couldn't killed his parents, then he confronted Junko about that and she then attack him with a knife. Makoto followed Chihiro because he sensed something was strange and when he notice Junko attacking Chihiro, he defended Chihiro and tries to save him, when Junko was about to stab Makoto, Chihiro hit her with a blunt object, killing her by a concussion.

Makoto ask to Chihiro what just happened, why was Junko alive (not anymore tho) and what did he meant by she lied to him, then Chihiro starts sobbings and explains what just happened: That Junko lied to him about his parents being murdered by the class and since he wanted revenge he helped with the killing game, but after knowing Makoto he realized that Junko was just manipulating him so he confronted her about it and that's what Makoto saw.

"I'm so sorry Makoto! I was just blinded with anger and I j-just wanted to- *sniff sniff* get revenge and! a-and!" then Makoto would just hug him and tell him everything is okay, that he was deceived and didn't blame him, and that he forgives him. Chihiro would hug Makoto back and while crying softly on his shoulder, then Chihiro says "Your caring nature made me realized the truth, it was all thanks to you Makoto. No wonder I fell in love with you..." Then he promised to Makoto to help him restore the world, kissing him on the cheek as a thanks for forgiving him. He would stop the killing game and let the others free, making sure they end in a safe place.

[nova--spark]

So I promised a separate post about Arachnid so here it is! I think this is the first bit of angst that I personally wrote for the Mortal Machines AU. Surprised it took it long

Airachnid’s Revenge

Arachnid woke up in an abandoned MECH Base. It took one look in the mirror for her to figure out what had happened. She was human, and stuck on earth. Well better make the best of this situation. She looked around the base, there were burn marks all over the walls but otherwise no corpses or bones to insinuate there used to be any human life here. It's like they had been completely incinerated. The only proof that anyone had been here was all the equipment that no one had returned for.

Arachnid had ran her own ship for quite some time so she had a decent amount of technical know-how. So she was able to get the computers up and running. She spent the day learning as much information as she could to be able to blend in with humans. Why would she bother you might ask? Well, now that she was back on earth she could finally get revenge on the Autobots in the most painful way possible. She was going after the kids.

And rest assured when she eventually returns to Cybertron bring the kids heads as trophies.

-•-

She decided to go for the littlest one first, he'd be the easiest to pick off. Raf was hanging out where he used to play with his toy car. With the chaos of the base sometimes Raf needed somewhere quiet to clear his head. He saw someone passing by on a motorcycle, a woman wearing a mask with goggles that had yellow lenses. Raf didn't think too much about it and went back to what he was doing, people pass along this road all the time. But he noticed the sound of the motorcycle getting louder and louder.

Raf looked up and noticed the cyclist coming directly for him. He managed to jump out of the way before he was ran over. The cyclist kept pursuing him however. Raf wasn't very agile and he certainly couldn’t outrun a motorcycle so the cyclist had managed to clip him causing him to tumble to the ground, his cell phone flying out of his grasp and landing a few feet away. He barely managed to scramble to his feet before he was completely ran over. He stumbled over to his phone and one frantic call to HangerE and Jack and Bee were already on their way there. Bee driving a car that looked a lot like his previous alt form and Jack on his own motorcycle

Jack and Bee worked surprisingly well together despite them not usually working together and Bee still being new to driving. Jack picked up Raf to try and get him out of harm's way as Bee manages to knock the unidentified cyclist off her bike.

She tumbles to the ground and her mask falls off. Revealing a woman with jet black hair that had purple and gold streaks and purple eyes. Though that’s all Bee could catch before the woman got back on her motorcycle and rode off

Jack tended to Raf’s wounds while Bee drove after the woman. Thankfully Raf wasn’t badly injured, just a few scrapes and bruises and a sprained wrist from trying to break his fall. Bee hadn’t managed to catch the attacker but what mattered was that Raf was okay.

Back at base June and Ratchet look over Raf (yeah Jack had already done so but nobody can stop those two from being overprotective) while the other give theories as to who this mystery attacker was. Jack showed off the mask she was wearing and they immediately recognized it as the ones that MECH agents wear. So it’s MECH? Right?

Well, she wasn’t wearing the rest of the uniform. Not to mention news reports of a motorcycle stolen at gunpoint earlier that day likely meant the attacker stole the bike they were using. Why would an agent from an organization with seemingly infinite resources need to steal a bike? This couldn’t be MECH but they were lost to who it could be.

As Bee described the attacker Arcee couldn't help but feel something about this attacker seemed eerily familiar.

-•-

A week later Team Bee had reported some unidentified figure seen entering an abandoned energon mine. Miko had offered to go check it out in the apex armor, but with what had happened to Raf a week ago Fowler refused to deploy Miko to the mine without backup. Miko begrudgingly allowed Wheeljack and Bulkhead to come and Ultra Magnus insisted on going with to keep an eye on the three. As they entered the cave they had split up to try and cover more ground. Mangus going with Miko and Wheeljack and Bulkhead going off on their own. Miko grumbled at the idea of needing a babysitter and that babysitter being Ultra Magnus of all people. Magnus mostly tuned out her griping as he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being followed.

His suspicions were proven absolutely correct as the second Miko stepped out of the Apex Armor gunshots rang out. Magnus tackled Miko to the ground and shielded her with his own body. Receiving two bullets in the shoulder for the trouble. Miko jumped back into the Apex Armor and picked up Magnus, careful not to aggravate his injuries. With Magnus bleeding out Miko had to choose between going after her attacker or getting Magnus back to base for medical treatment. Magnus had told her to leave him but Miko ended up making a beeline for the exit instead

Jackie and Bulk heard the gunshots and immediately ran in Miko and Magnus's direction. Though instead they ran into the woman who had tried to run Raf over. With her being cornered on both sides you'd think it'd be the end of the line, but nope! This woman manages to scale the cave wall like a fucking spider and continue down her escape route. At this point Miko had commed them telling them that Magnus was injured and she was calling Raf to have them all bridged out of there. Miko's tone left absolutely no room for

When they got back to base Bulkhead and Wheeljack debriefed Fowler on what happened while Miko and Magnus were whisked away to the medbay. Miko came out with minor scrapes and bruises and was discharged later that day but Magnus had to be taken into surgery to get the bullets out of his arm.

Miko waited all night for Magnus to get out of surgery and stayed with him during his entire recovery. Magnus was happy for the company even if Miko could be a bit much.

Meanwhile as Knockout listened to Wheeljack and Bulkhead’s debriefing his fist began to clench, though he didn’t know why.

-•-

Okay now this was a pattern. This woman was going after the kids, and the kids specifically. She didn’t show any interest in the human autobots unless they specifically got in the way of her trying to hurt the kids.

Fowler decided that until this woman was caught that the Jasper Trio would be confined to HangerE. They could only leave with permission from Fowler and had to take one of the Autobots with them as a guard.

None of the kids were exactly happy about this, Miko hated the restriction on her freedom and that she was benched for all future missions (Team Bee or Anthea’s team would go in her place), Raf is worried about his family, he’s never been away from them for this long, he always got to go back home at the end of the day, Jack is just worried about his mom going back home alone but at least Fowler promise to protect her for Jack.

This system seemed to work for awhile but after a month of not being able to find this woman the kids started to get restless

Miko had been caught trying to sneak out

And they were starting to run out of excuses to give Raf’s parents as to why their son couldn’t come home.

And of course as Team Leader Jack spent a lot of time listening to Miko and Raf complain eventually it just became too much. After a nasty argument with Fowler, Jack just silently stormed off, got on his bike and rode off. Ignoring everyone telling him to stop.

Smokescreen ended up going after Jack. He searched the entire city for him. Eventually finding him indulging in an old habit. Racing.

Look Jack just needed to blow off some steam and aside from punching things this was the best way he could think to do so. Don’t judge him!

Smokescreen understood so he simply watched for a bit. Making sure Jack didn’t get hurt. Jack was the only motorcyclist participating so it was easy to keep track of him. Smokescreen even joined a few rounds. Eventually Jack agreed to go back to base after one more race.

During this race a new motorcyclist joined with a purple and gold helmet. The race seemed to go normal but the unidentified motorcyclist seemed dead set on knocking Jack off his bike. Jack did a pretty good job at keeping upright and even managed to knock the cyclist back a bit. But one particularly bad hit sent Jack flying off his bike and crashing to the ground. Smokescreen managed to scoop Jack up into his car before he got ran over by one of the other racers. Unfortunately Jack’s bike wasn’t as lucky. It was completely totaled

After the end of the race Smokescreen caught up with the other cyclist. Grabbing her arm harshly and knocking off her helmet

“What the absolute fuck is wrong with you?! You nearly killed my friend!”

“That’s the point” the woman said

“What?”

“You all left me on that Lunar prison to die so I’m going to kill everything you’ve ever loved then I’m going to kill you”

One swift kick later, Smokescreen was on the ground and the woman was gone. Finally everything made sense. This wasn’t MECH. It was

“Airachnid”

Smokescreen took the injured Jack back to base where he got absolutely raked across the coals. By His mother, Fowler, Arcee, Lita, Even Optimus. Before things got too bad Smokescreen stepped in and told them that before they grill him they need to get him medical attention first. Which everyone agreed to. After Jack was patched up everyone had calmed down enough to have a more rational conversation and Jack was able to explain what was going on with their mystery attacker

-•-

After Jack’s incident the Jasper Trio had a sit down talk with all the adults. They weren’t little kids anymore and while they understood trying to protect them, they couldn’t lock them away in HangerE like rapunzel. So the restrictions were lessened.

Miko was allowed to go on missions again as long as the wreckers, team bee, or team Anthea were with her.

Raf was driven home every night by Bee or Ratchet.

And all the kids were allowed to leave whenever they wanted as long as they took an escort. And with a base full of human-ifed autobots and decepticons there was always a willing escort.

Meanwhile Arachnid was getting desperate. Attacking the little one didn’t work, nor the girl, or Arcee’s little pet. They knew who she was now and they were going to be expecting her. She had to take the first opening she could to attack the kids.

That’s how Arachnid found all the kids being driven around in a car. The man driving had red, blue, and white hair, The Prime obviously. And there was an older woman in the back seat with pink and black hair, the Prime’s conjunx? Arachnid had been told she died. Guess she’ll get the pleasure of killing Optimus’s conjunx herself after she’s slaughtered the children.

Arachnid, sped up her bike and crashed it directly into the side of the car. She managed to jump off the bike right before impact so she was uninjured. But the crash pushed the car off the road and into a ditch. Arachnid walked up to the front of the car and smashed in the windshield with her heel. The kids were barely conscious but Elita was trapped in the back and Optimus was pinned between the seat and the steering wheel.

Perfect a front row view.

Arachnid grabbed Jack, who had been sitting in the front seat and dragged him out of the car. Between his injuries from racing and the crash he was too weak to fight back. Arachnid pulled a knife out of her boot and raised it up

“Guess you’ll get to meet Arcee’s former partners after all”

Suddenly the revving of an engine was heard and a blue and pink motorcycle appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Slamming directly into Airachnid.

“Not today, not ever again”

Airachnid had been so focused on the kids she hadn’t noticed that Arcee and Knockout had been tailing them. Arcee managed to pin Airachnid to the ground and disarm her. Meanwhile Knockout got to work helping the kids, Op, and Lita out of the car and worked to treat their injuries.

“Kill me, you know you want to” Airachnid sneered

“No, that's what you want to do. And I’m not you”

Arcee slapped some handcuff on her and she was escorted back to base. Where she’d spend the rest of her time human in a jail cell and once she was back to normal she’d be transported to Cybertron for trial.

And for those of you wondering about Knockout’s revenge? Well, guess who personally volunteered to be Airachnid’s “physician” while she was in jail?

[justme315]

Gt july day 1

Enchanted

!Warning!

Mention of: Bullying, abuse, witchcraft; angst

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Leo was having a terrible day. He was bullied every day at school, but today was worse. His main bully - Bill - and his two friends - Andrew and Dicky - took all his stuff and ruined it. Even his phone. Bill was the worst of them all, he took his things, money, food, and even sometimes beat him when he was really pissed off. Dicky was his right-hand, helping out. Andrew was different. He hardly ever did anything, usually just watched. He didn't seem that bad, he even helped Leo once - when Bill was beating him, he told him enough was enough and they should stop and go. He didn't know if it was because he felt sorry for him or if he was worried the teachers would see them, but at the moment it was just helpful. Mostly, however, he just stared, no visible emotion written on his face.

Today Leo is done with it. Bill was ruining his life for no reason at all. He decided to curse Bill. He had practiced witchcraft for some time to be ready to end the abuse. Today Bill crossed the line that made the boy crazy and he did it - he did the curse. All he had to do was put some herbs in a jar, a note with an intention ("make him feel as small as Leo felt"), then put the jar somewhere close enough for Bill to crush it, so the course would be imposed on him. As simple as that. Everything was going well for a while. Untill..

He did everything. Eventually he will get his revenge. He went to school and waited long enough for Bills and his class to have PE together. He was sure the locker was Bills. He planned almost everything. Almost is the key word. He put the jar in the locker on the edge so that it would be as easy as possible for it to fall out, so that the curse would immediately start working. He didn't go to PE that day. He remained hidden behind several lockers, waiting for his bully to return.

He waited over 20 minutes until he heard something. He looked back and saw Bill's locker opening.

"Yes, finally" he whispered. He would finally get his justice. He came closer and saw Andrew. Oh shit. Andrew. He took Bill's hoodie causing the jar to fall.

"NO!" Leo shouted. He didn't have time to blink when he realized he couldn't see Andrew anymore.

"What…?" He panicked. "It was supposed to make Bill feel small, not make Andrew disappear!"

He didn't have time to think, he just ran closer. When he heard a quiet scream, he knew he had not disappeared Andrew. He looked down. He was there, on the floor, no more than four inches tall.

Andrew panicked. He was just supposed to take Bill's hoodie to the gym class and play some more basketball, but suddenly he became tiny. Like a mouse. And then the worst thing that could have happened happened. The boy his friends were bullying was just there while he was vulnerable. Andrew started shaking. He didn't want to die. He ran away.

"Wait a sec!" He heard Leo call out, but he wasn't going to listen. He was hiding under the locker, shivering. He felt his heart trying to break out of his chest. He was terribly scared. He was going to be killed by Leo, that was for sure. Before he knew it, a hand grabbed him and pulled him out from under the lockers. He looked into Leo's eyes. There was guilt and even sympathy in them. But there was something else too. Something resembling...

Amazement.

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Ik i should be posting one story for each day of July, but I decided that I will still take part in it and post one-shots for July gt challenge! I hope you'll like it!

[101flavoursofweird]

Emiliana Perfetti’s father

I can’t decide whether it would be funnier if Carmine Accidenti or Don Paolo could be Emiliana Perfetti’s father… Because of course all the Italian characters have to be related. If someone else wants to offer another headcanon for my faves, I’m all ears.

At one point in the LMJ game, Emiliana notes that her mother ‘used to make tandoori chicken’… which, as this cool post points out, could suggest her mother has Indian descent. Em does say ‘used to’ but this doesn’t necessarily mean that her mother is dead

Yes, there’s the whole *tragic backstory* Emiliana discusses in Episode 40 of the anime— about the poor girl and her mother who lived in an apartment in London, until the mother suddenly disappeared, and the girl had a sad life, being passed from relative to relative… But turns out, much to Kat and Ernests’ chagrin, this was just the plotline to a movie starring Emiliana’s favourite actress. I reckon the only part that matches Emiliana’s life was how she went to university to study psychology.

During Case 8 in the game, Emiliana also mentions her ‘Nona’ (Italian for grandmother). Perhaps this was her father’s Italian mother?

I propose that Don Paolo was Emiliana’s biological father, but for whatever reason, he ditched her mother. (This was the same guy who ran away when he saw Claire kissing Layton.)

Little Emiliana had a happy life with her mother, but she always wondered what happened to her father. Her mother said he was a swindler, a liar, and a criminal and they were better off without him. (They really were!) From a young age, Emiliana decided she wanted to become a criminal analyst, so she could track down her father and bring him to justice. Emiliana fell in love with a film called ‘Lonely Study Girl’, as her life mirrored the protagonist’s in some ways… although, Emiliana was much happier.

Rather than having another PL mother die, we’ll say Emiliana toddled off one day in the Italian town where they lived. There’s a case afoot and she wants to solve it. She wonders if her father might have returned and he might be the perpetrator.

She runs into Carmine Accidenti, who has been summoned to solve the same case. Carmine tries to send her home, but she’s determined to help, and wants to help him solve more mysteries. Emiliana’s mother, knowing how much her daughter wants to become a criminal analyst (yes, of course Em knows what that is), just shrugs and goes, “Sure, we’ll move to England so you can become this guy’s apprentice!”

Like Professor Layton, Carmine inadvertently ends up adopting a random child.

Carmine returns to England with Emiliana in tow and he calls Janice and/or Professor Layton for help. (“Janice, help, I accidentally adopted a child!”) Carmine doesn’t leave his kid at home like Layton during his cases. He takes Emiliana along with him for the ride, much to Janice’s shock.

A few years down the line, Don Paolo gets lonely and he remembers: “Oh right, I have a kid back in Italy!” He returns to the Italian town, only to discover that his ex-girlfriend and his child have moved away. Desperate, he calls upon his ex-rival, now friend(?)— Hershel Layton to help him find his missing family. Layton does a bit digging and realises that— oh, dear— Don Paolo’s daughter is now the apprentice of his former student, Carmine. Emiliana might even see Carmine as her father… 

From past experience, Layton worries that this will enrage Don Paolo. Paul might try to extract his revenge on Carmine for ‘stealing’ his ex-girlfriend and his daughter. He could even end up hurting Emiliana and her mother. Layton immediately drops the case and avoids Don Paolo’s calls on the matter.

Don Paolo is furious with the professor. (“The one time I ask you for a favour, Layton, and you give up?”) He breaks contact with Layton for years and returns to his thieving ways. 

The next time Don Paolo crosses paths with Layton is when he’s kidnapped Luke, who was investigating the Relic Stones. Don Paolo was totally investigating the stones and he didn’t kidnap Luke just because he was jealous and lonely and wanted his own apprentice, whatever gave you what idea? 

Layton goes missing. Don Paolo also disappears. Ten years pass and Kat becomes a private detective. She finds a rival in Emiliana Perfetti, criminal analyst at Scotland Yard. One day, when they’ve become friends, Kat brings up her father’s old rival— criminal mastermind and master of disguise, Don Paolo. Emiliana questions Kat extensively about him and does her research, until she realises… Don Paolo could be her swindling, criminal birth father. 

When Layton returns home, he reveals that Emiliana’s theories are correct and tells her the whole story. He gives Emiliana an old class photo from his student days— he and Don Paolo (Paul) are amongst the students. Em shows her mother the photo of Don Paolo and her mother confirms. Yes, that’s him. 

Emiliana sets out to track Don Paolo down. Layton, Luke, Kat, Ernest and Sherl accompany her. Don Paolo’s just drinking in a bar somewhere and he’s flabbergasted when they all confront him together.

[fakegingerrights]

Find the Word Tag Game

Words: Take, Mine, Give.

Rules:

Tag a couple people, give them some words, and have them find everywhere that word appears in their WIP(s)

[A/N: Renon you absolutely suck I hate you with a passion just wait until I get my revenge. This is gonna be a mile-long post and I'm going to divide it by the word used and by fic found in. I also have a couple more wips than last time I did something like this so we'll see how it goes.]

TAKE

FERAL TBB HC'S

"Ok we all agree that being left alone for extended periods of time can have... effects on people, and the bad batch is no exception so here's my take on the feral tendencies they've picked up during their time away from the GAR"

"He almost never takes off his arm, the scomp having far more attachment to his nerve endings. It makes a click noise as he learns to Scuttle around on the stumps where his legs were. He is also much lighter without his legs, and will use this to his advantage to get up into small compartments, where he has definitely fallen asleep and spooked the other members a few times before they adjusted to Echo sleeping in odd places."

Tell Me Why [Crosshair x Seperatist!Reader]

"Stupid rain. You were soaked to the skin, huddled in the corner of a shallow cave, more of a divot under a ledge, really. The river ran by below, and rain kept pattering down. The flash-flood had taken out most of the gleaming robotic forces of the Separatists, reducing them to twisted hunks of metal that twisted through the black water below along with trees and boulders. You saw Republic forces too, helmets and other plastoid bits you refused to think about flashing dull white in the water below."

"Sure enough, as you rolled him onto his side, you saw the laceration stretching from his left shoulder blade down to his tailbone. You had to take a breath to calm yourself because who knows how long you’ll be trapped here for and maker help you you refused to be trapped here with a corpse. Mud was caked in the wound, that needed to go. You found what you assumed was the clone’s kit and went through it, finding a first aid kit, a few rations and two water pouches."

Walk By Faith [Crosshair x Medic!reader]

"“About a week, give or take a day.” You answered. “The Kaminoans, idiots, wouldn’t let me perform the surgery, and have declared I’m to be your nurse until your eyes have healed. Do I look- wait, no.” Crosshair glared in your direction. “Do I sound like a nurse to you? I’m an optometrist specializing in artificial lenses and improvements! Not that yours could be improved much. Your natural eyes are phenomenal. I’ve never seen more beautifully shaped retinas, and your pupil dexterity is amazing!”"

"“Yes yes, I get it. I’ve got good eyes.” Crosshair rolled his empty eyes. “Not what girls usually compliment me on, but I’ll take it.” He wasn’t sure why he kept indulging you in conversation. He’d rather be left alone to his own dark world."

"“In my quarters. Right, let’s get you up.” Hands grab his shoulder and help him out of the post-op gurney and to his feet. He sways slightly as he tries to find his balance without his eyes. “Whoah there, I gotcha.” The hands on his shoulders tightened. “Wow, you’re tall. Ok, do you want to take my shoulder or have me take your arm?”"

""-Hair? Crosshair, are you alright?" Fingertips grazed his cheek just below the bandages. His hand snapped up to close around your wrist in a bone crushing grip. Kriff, when had you gotten close enough to touch him? "Ow, owowowow, ok, Buddy, you gotta let me go here. Take a breath." Your other hand came up to pry at his fingers. He took a shuddering breath and slowly released his death grip, his hand slipping away to hang limp at his side."

"“Ok, I’ve got an elastic cover here, just gonna slip it over your eyes so you don’t get water in them. You can take it off when you get out, but I’d like you to at least sleep with it on so you don’t rub in your sleep.” He immediately stiffens, waiting for the awful scratchy material to be pulled over his head-"

"“Ok, ok easy.” The hand released his chin and your presence retreated. “Take a breath, Crosshair. You’re trembling.”"

"“You had another episode. This one was a lot worse. You were screaming and thrashing and-“ You had to take a breath, calm yourself before you startled him worse. “Can you describe to me how you’re feeling?”"

""I'm not? You are in possession of something of mine for the time being. Take much longer and I will begin to get impatient." Rampart's voice was as impassive as ever, but Crosshair knew better. He was pissed."

""Commander Crosshair is more than an experiment. If this is my 'test run' then it's a piss poor one. He already had near inhuman vision, this might slightly improve his sight, but this would be far better spent on people who actually need it?" You hiss slightly on the words, then take a deep breath to calm yourself."

""Generosity is not the word I'd use for it. But because Mama raised me right, I know when to shut up and take what I'm given. And I will take. You've just admitted Crosshair is my trial run on my research. Empirical law on medical research, in Article 257, Paragraph 12, says that I am entitled to use my trial for the entirety of my experiment, if need be. Now, because I am generous, I'll give you back your Commander, once he has a clean bill of health and I am satisfied that I have gotten all the results I need.""

"“No. I’m trying to get the proper permissions so we can take a look at your head. That episode last night was terrifying.”"

""Here." You murmured, pressing the water into a lightly trembling hand. "Let's take a small break. We still got the worst part to tackle. Then it's just the stupid easy stuff. I'll be done messing with your eyes.""

"You paused, setting the instrument next to you as you filled it with the mild irritant. "It's alright, Commander. I know you hate this part, it's not pleasant. Tell you what, I'll let you make the choice. Now, and get it over with, or we can do the more non-invasive tests before we take a look at the surgery flap and test tear production.""

""What, you planning to take me?" It comes out more bitter than joking. "I have work. I always do. Right now, it's keeping you out of empire hands until you've healed." Crosshair crunches down on the toothpick in his mouth, making a face as it splits down the middle. He takes it out and flicks it off to the side."

""Crosshair?" Wrecker mouthed, before ducking behind cover again. Crosshair had had a clear shot and he had missed. Chose to nick Wrecker's shoulder than take off his head. Wrecker was the first to figure it out, then. That something in him wouldn't let him hit his own brothers. In hindsight, he's appalled that he even tried. The blasted headache had him feeling like he was on autopilot, unable to change his course."

"Tarkin hadn’t been pleased. It was bad enough, that Tarkin was angry. It was worse, when he was ordered for another surgery. He waited on the table for the anesthesia to take effect."

MINE

A Tail of Survival [Crosshair x Mermaid!reader]

Kaminoans were fiercely determined to make sure everyone thought they were the only species on Kamino.

Walk By Faith [Crosshair x Medic!reader]

""I'm not? You are in possession of something of mine for the time being. Take much longer and I will begin to get impatient." Rampart's voice was as impassive as ever, but Crosshair knew better. He was pissed."

"“Let him be, Bev. You did your job, let me do mine.” You put the napkin away."

""Mine affected me differently?" He guessed."

"You froze, stock still as you examined Crosshair’s scowling face as his eyes stared down into nothing."

GIVE

Tell Me Why [Crosshair x Seperatist!reader]

"[Crosshair x Mechanic!Separatist!Reader. Enemies to lovers, hurt comfort, angst, kinda fluff but not a whole lot. Crosshair whump because his little toothpick face screams both ‘love me’ and ‘put me in a jar and shake me’ so. Female reader, vaguely long hair and shorter than Cross by a handful of inches, but that’s all the description I give. TW for injuries, gore, vomit, illness, self-depreciatory comments from Crosshair as well as non sexual nudity]"

"Every fiber of your being screamed it was a bad idea to give an enemy soldier his weapon, every bit of wisdom you had said it wouldn’t end well. But he was barely breathing, so very pale, and in no shape to be wielding a blaster, let alone a sniper rifle."

Walk By Faith [Crosshair x Medic!reader]

"“About a week, give or take a day.” You answered. “The Kaminoans, idiots, wouldn’t let me perform the surgery, and have declared I’m to be your nurse until your eyes have healed. Do I look- wait, no.” Crosshair glared in your direction. “Do I sound like a nurse to you? I’m an optometrist specializing in artificial lenses and improvements! Not that yours could be improved much. Your natural eyes are phenomenal. I’ve never seen more beautifully shaped retinas, and your pupil dexterity is amazing!”"

"And it wouldn’t do anything but give him an infection. The voice in his head sounded painstakingly like Tech, who was always trying to help."

""That is... unnecessary. These are fine." Other clothes would be nice, Crosshair mused. He hated how much he sounded like Tech in that moment, but really, these would do just fine. He was a weapon for the Repub- Empire. He got what was given to him and didn't ask for more."

""I thought you weren't a nurse." He bit the words out. You give him a snort in return."

""You are not at liberty to give me orders, Admiral." Your voice floated back, slightly muffled."

""Generosity is not the word I'd use for it. But because Mama raised me right, I know when to shut up and take what I'm given. And I will take. You've just admitted Crosshair is my trial run on my research. Empirical law on medical research, in Article 257, Paragraph 12, says that I am entitled to use my trial for the entirety of my experiment, if need be. Now, because I am generous, I'll give you back your Commander, once he has a clean bill of health and I am satisfied that I have gotten all the results I need.""

"You give an angry huff but ignore the experiment comment. "It's... well, it's a legal mess. It's a biochip in your frontal lobe, the part of your brain that deals with decision making and memory? It changes your thought patterns and memory via electrical stimuli. Normally it's too small to detect but..." You sighed, cracking your knuckles, then your wrists and shoulders. A nervous habit?"

Jeez, that took forever. Your turn, @renon4224

My words are: Blood, Hold, Sigh.

Good luck.

[starrypeeps-headcanons]

Soooo... I didn't continue this (extra heretic) headcanon of mine from this post but now that we are here...

So I want to begin by saying that the whole KDL2 and KDL3 events happened mostly due to a personal vendetta plus some other reasons... But mostly due to the former.

You'll see why:

FAR, FAR BEFORE ANY OF THIS EVER HAPPENED

While Nightmare and Zero hadn't directly interacted yet, they did know about each other. Zero saw Nightmare as a very well-put and organized businessman with a great trajectory. Nightmare on the other hand thought of Zero as an intellectual with an excellent sense of strategy and leadership, although a bit unfocused calling him "a lazy genius".

Zero has really never found Nightmare to be a threat in spite of the latter's habit of conquering and destroying planets and civilizations. Not until, Nightmare attempted to get him to join, Zero always maintained a negative posture towards this proposition, however, this wouldn't stop Nightmare from meddling with what's not his...

Consisting of stealing Dark Matter for business profits and other nefarious things, this made Zero very angry and declared enmity with Nightmare ever since.

The few times they did interact physically almost always ended in a hostile note. This reached its peak when Nightmare came to the main Dark Matter cumulus and came to ask Zero for one last time to leave their differences aside and invited him to join him in his conquering.

Zero still denied the offer and before he could even do something, Nightmare quickly drew a sword and cut his head off. Of course, Zero didn't die since he's immortal, he furiously picked his head off the ground with the intention of getting immediate revenge but Nightmare was already long gone.

But, this didn't die here, this was just the beginning of everything...

The occasion arose when NOVA invited Zero to attempt to solve some past differences (will be explained later). Nightmare (nobody knows how...) managed to find them and began taunting Zero over the last time they met. Zero had a plan, a very risky and even borderline stupid plan, but he had a plan.

Zero got into a defensive position, which Nightmare took as a challenge and drew his sword out. Zero quickly proceeded to turn to NOVA and ripped one of her magical parts.

Nightmare still didn't budge.

This was just what he needed, of course, NOVA's magic is light magic in its purest form, using it meant that either this was going to be a definite win or would get the two of them severely hurt (even killed), since both are beings of negative energy.

Zero ran towards Nightmare and so did his opponent, Nightmare brandished his weapon but this time, Zero did manage to avoid his attack and kept briefly avoiding and blocking Nightmare's attacks until he saw the perfect moment, put the weapon to work and lanced Nightmare with it, while quickly trying to get away as fast as he could.

Nightmare screamed in agony, and while Zero was also hurt, it wasn't nearly as bad as Nightmare. He managed to make Nightmare go away for a long time and that's all that mattered.

Of course, he knew he would eventually appear, either by his own accord or someone would be stupid enough to summon him.

With this in mind, Zero basically dedicated himself for the longest time to find the people who awoke Nightmare up, kill them and enclose Nightmare all over again (skipping the first two steps in case there was no one to blame); becoming a sort of legend in the process.

His most successful attempt at locking him away was at the Dream Fountain, while risky (for the same reasons of using NOVA's artifacts), it seemed to really keep him there for a very long while.

Now, even when Nightmare wasn't active, he obviously had his subordinates doing his job, Zero also went on his way to eliminate all of them... or at least he thought he took all of them out.

Nightmare's most successful and loyal worker, The Salesman, managed to run away from Zero's deadly grip and enlarge the presence of Nightmare's business across other corners of the galaxy while he wasn't present.

FAST FORWARD TO THE ANIME

Escargoon and Dedede sign a contract with eNeMe Enterprises as part of an FTA and while Nightmare wasn't awake, The Salesman was sure doing everything possible to make sure Dreamland was next to be conquered, while also avoiding Zero at all coasts.

Year after year of unsuccessful attempts at conquering Dreamland (therefore Pop Star), the FTA was broken by the King's side, leaving both Escargoon and DDD with a huge debt impossible to pay and The Salesman roaming around away from Zero's reach.

FAST FORWARD TO NIGHTMARE IN DREAMLAND

Kirby and Dedede foolishly get Nightmare out of his enclosure and its both's duty to get him back into the Dream Fountain.

In another part of the Galaxy, Zero was informed of Nightmare's presence around and that two fools managed to succesfully bring him back on Pop Star. Zero was usually characterized for being very stoic and composed, even in dire situations, at most, he was usually a victim of silent rage episodes. Not this time, Zero was completely furious and out of his usual element, the other Dark Matters were completely scared, as seeing him being this out-of-control state was a (terrifying) rarity.

After briefly calming down, Zero plotted a raid on Dreamland, to search for every corner of the planet and bring in the people responsible of releasing Nightmare back so he can kill them.

Even when in the middle of being his plan he was told that he was enclosed again by the same people, he was still adamant to have them executed since he couldn't trust they wouldn't bring Nightmare back again.

AND SO KDL2 BEGAN

Zero sent the Dark Matter twins (and other drones) to start the invasion in Dreamland, in search for the two nimrods responsible for initially releasing Nightmare. The first one being located was the king and while he tried to fight back it was futile.

Kirby on the other hand, dark matters really never thought he could throw hands so efficiently and he sure was giving them the challenge of their lives.

By the end of this journey, Kirby had to get Dark Matter out of Dedede's body to give the final fight and drive all dark matters away from Dreamland, which he succeeded and took the two (very injured) twins out of Dreamland.

But things weren't remotely done...

In spite of the twins' failure to bring them with his leader to make those two pay for their tomfoolery, Zero knew that wasting time moping served for nothing, and took matters into his own hands.

PLANNING FOR KDL3 TO HAPPEN

Zero went on his way to seek for those two morons, of course, now it was easier since, he was told where he could find both the king and the kid. And now he set himself to shroud every corner in Pop Star with his presence, he was not going to let them escape from him any time soon.

He sure was really good at giving the heroes something to be occupied... Specially now that Dedede was so close to be executed, not before having a drone use his body as a puppet (again).

And sure, Dedede was going to be used to subdue Kirby and then have them both killed.

But even with all the momentum and Dedede at his feet, Zero suffered from the same results of his most experienced fighters, and with the little strength he had left, took all of himself away from Pop Star.

POST-... ALL OF THIS

After disappearing from Pop Star, Zero, just like the twins, got thrown into a pile of Dark Matter that allowed him to heal completely, because of his injuries and boy did it take him time...

While he didn't invade Pop Star again, and he's glad that Nightmare hasn't come back with his fuckery, he keeps holding a deep grudge against Kirby and Dedede, mostly towards Kirby and has remained like that even up to Star Allies.

[scruffyplayssonic]

Are the ArchieSonic comics actually an 80's/90's syndicated cartoon?

Welcome back to my look at the ArchieSonic comic series, and how it shared a lot of the same story tropes as a typical ‘80’s or ‘90’s syndicated cartoon! We've got a long one today, which isn't surprising considering the topic of the day:

Episode 15: Robot duplicate

I mean, well duh. This is a Sonic the Hedgehog comic, of course there’s going to be robot duplicates! Shall we take it from the top?

Our first instance of a robot double was Pseudo Sonic, who was introduced in Sonic #9’s story of the same name. Robotnik tasked him with finding Knothole, which he did when Antoine mistook him for Sonic and accidentally led him right into the secret base.

Pseudo Sonic wasn’t that much of a threat though, and was almost immediately destroyed by Tails! Nice going, kiddo!

An interesting factoid about Pseudo Sonic - he was first seen in the Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog cartoon, where he turned out not to be a sentient robot but actually a piloted mech.

So yeah, Pseudo Sonic definitely deserves a shoutout for actually being in a syndicated cartoon as well as ArchieSonic!

Next up we have…

Wait, Princess Sally? Well, not quite. ArchieSonic had a few mini-series in the ‘90’s, and Princess Sally was the first character to be focused on. Except surprise! It wasn’t Princess Sally at all!

The real Sally spent the majority of the first two issues of her three issue story in stasis while she was being impersonated by a robotic doppleganger called an auto-automaton.

Robotnik had intended to make duplicates of all the Freedom Fighters, but Sally blew up the factory with help from the trainees she was mentoring and Geoffrey St. John. And yet the robo fakers kept on coming back for more. One of them I’ve already discussed in an earlier post:

Yup, Fiona was an auto-automaton too. But the one that probably did the most damage was an auto-automaton of Sally’s father, King Maximillian Acorn.

He was able to infiltrate Knothole, have Sonic framed for murdering Princess Sally, sentenced him to life imprisonment in the Devil’s Gulag, and then welcomed Robotnik into Knothole with open arms. 

But we all know who the real star of the robot duplicate category is, and he was first introduced in the Sonic CD adaptation in Sonic’s first milestone issue, Sonic #25.

Incorrectly named “Mecha Sonic” in this issue, Metal Sonic was programmed to race Sonic through the Stardust Speedway and lure him into a trap.

Fortunately for Sonic, Metal couldn’t keep up with him and melted his legs off trying. And Sally stopped Robotnik from springing his trap at the last second, although Sonic claimed he saw it coming a mile away anyway.

This Metal Sonic was later repaired and came back for the Knuckles’ Chaotix adaptation, and we’ve already discussed how that one worked out.

However that encounter left Metal Sonic exposed to a power gem (really creative name there, Kenny P.) and in time he was able to reconstruct himself. He decided to settle the score with Sonic first and managed to lure Sonic and Tails into a trap in Sonic #85 by sabotaging their shuttle to crash on its way back to Knothole from Station Square following the Sonic Adventure adaptation. This led into the story, “Heart of the Hedgehog,” which ran in issues #86 - #87.

Metal Sonic kidnapped Tails, strapped him up above a volcano he’d hotwired to erupt, and challenged Sonic to try and rescue him before he was barbecued. With Metal Sonic empowered by the power gem (seriously, is that really the best name they could come up with?), Sonic found himself outmatched by this new and improved model of Metal Sonic. But he realised that the power gem had also given Metal Sonic true free will (the way it had to Heavy and Bomb in the Knuckles’ Chaotix adaptation), and he and Tails were able to use this to convince Metal Sonic that there was more to life than revenge and murder.

In a surprising turn of events this Metal Sonic sacrificed itself to save Sonic and Tails from the volcano, echoing his demise in the OVA movie. This time Metal was damaged far beyond his own self-repair capabilities. However he was restored much, much later by Uncle Chuck in Sonic #238, reintroduced as “Shard the Metal Sonic.”

Having been shown the value of friendship and teamwork and given a second chance at life, Shard happily served as a member of King Elias’ Secret Freedom Fighters, attempting to undermine the rule of Elias’ deposer, Ixis Naugus.

After the incident at the volcano, Eggman waited a surprisingly long time to make a new Metal Sonic - we wouldn’t see him again until Sonic #146.

Metal Sonic became something of a butt-monkey at this point, usually being destroyed soon after he was reintroduced. By Team Sonic...

By the Suppression Squad…

By Marine the Raccoon (quite possibly the most embarrasing of all his demises)…

By an exploding roboticiser...

By himself after Eggman ordered him to self-destruct on Antoine…

And then finally he was dispatched by his own predecessor, Shard.

That particular defeat inspired Eggman though, who gave his next Metal Sonic a power gem core of its own.

This Metal Sonic was then sent to destroy Shard, resulting in an epic fight that Metal only managed to win by transmitting his data into a new body and blowing himself up again. Shard was left in a near-death state, but unfortunately we never found out if he would have survived or not because the series was rebooted right after that issue and Shard was wiped from existence.

Following the reboot Metal Sonic became a single entity - we would no longer see him get destroyed and a new one be created, instead it would just be the same robot coming back every time. 

Over the years of ArchieSonic comics there were a variety of other robotic Sonics we saw. There were various incarnations of Silver Sonic or Metal Sonic Kai, and we even got Captain Metal after the reboot, which was the Metal Sonic that Marine dispatched, now transformed into a pirate. Oh, and the Tails doll deserves shoutout too, of course.

But Metal Sonic was the one that always came back for more, determined to destroy his “inferior copy.”

Whew, that was a lot of talking about robot doubles. I'm beat. And tomorrow's installment will be another long one, as we talk about multi-episode McGuffins chases. See you then!

[simpingwriter]

Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'Revenge and Redemption:

In the Name of Love'

Pt.4

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Found a better, more...planned way to prepare for the chapters. Didn't make me write and Post any quicker, did it now? But I didn't make it easy for the second book anyways, dumping two fresh games (plus an unfinished one) and two new characters into the crack pot, in less than three weeks. That I haven't lost it totally yet is surprising, really.

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 3.006 Words

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Your feet hit the ground hard as you barely slipped from their grasp – a squirming Grogu held tightly in your arms – and out of the burning ship through the broken cockpit window, not able to waste another second to say your heartfelt goodbyes to all the people that tried to keep you safe. Your only family.

Tears stung in your eyes and obscured your vision you ran as fast as your could feet could carry you, feeling your shoes – something that Zeta planned to replace tomorrow, when life was still alright – fall apart at the rough rubble of this rock desert. Soon their soles were ripped too much to be of practical use and instead began to slow you down, using your recently sharpened and polished claws to rip them clear off and flinging them in some ravine, but not without blasting them with enough of your fire to turn them into charcoal. Leave no trails.

'As a survivor you need to hide your tracks wherever you go if you ever have to hide' were Zeta's words once, his voice now haunting you, his shouts for you to run. To save yourself and the little one…

They all bought you time, they all saved your life one very last time.

Grogu kept looking behind the both of you over your shoulder and whether it was him making sure you weren't followed or the much more realistic, depressing reality, that he was looking where Din was, wondering…wondering what took him so long.

Din was basically like the Kid's Dad by now, hell, he was like yours too now, sharing that spot with Zeta. He had taught you so many things during Bounties, tricks the Clones never even heard about…

But Grogu, he saw him as even the bigger hero, to Grogu, Din was unbeatable.

Thankfully he was still sound asleep in his floating crib when you grabbed him out of it, he didn't have to witness what Din did to save you two, not even him able to hold back his screams of agony at the end. But it would also make explaining to the Kid where his dad went and why he didn't come back harder. You don't know if you had the strength to tell him, partially not wanting to believe what you saw yourself.

The explosion in the background, far too distant to see now but more than loud enough to hear the full capacity of it…it was your former ship, you knew that immediately. They tried to get rid of all their tracks, of...of the bodies.

It was when you heard two other ships getting closer to your area that you went back to reality. You're the two last survivors of this, they are coming for you, two of the possibly last Jedi in the whole galaxy…you couldn't kark up now, you needed to survive today!

No matter what came tomorrow, or the days after!

Their deaths cannot EVER be in vain!

You feel yourself waking up from your surprisingly good sleep, no memories of potential nightmares as you feel more rested than ever. Is this what a good morning feels like?

Just as you're about to pull your arm towards you to rub the annoying sleep crust from your eyes, you feel your palm impact with something slightly soft, someone cursing under you, "Owww…! Did you just slap me?" The person whines equally tired as you…under you?

Fighting the blur of your still sleepy eyes and the sleep stuck to them, you look at the familiar face of Cal. Shit, you just slapped him awake…but why are you here-

Wait, you remember now…the events of yesterday hit you like a slap itself, the way he crawled under the covers with you and you both spent the rest of the day watching weird Documentaries on the HoloNet as is wasn't evening yet exactly but he also wasn't needed for a mission yet. That and other activities during the Documentaries...

"I'm so sorry, Babe…" you mutter, ignoring the funny look he gave you for the sudden new pet name – never having heard you using one for him before – kissing the side of his face apologetically, Cal stretching his own arms now and rewrapping them around your naked form. This was everything he had ever waited for and you clearly as well. Thankfully you both had already seen each other naked on Tatooine before, so when you both undressed yesterday, it ended up being less awkward. Not entirely without some red and purple faces, but it could've been much worse.

He couldn't believe his eyes when he once again got to see your body, your scales not just growing wherever they could and wanted, but instead with intricate and planned out patterns, looking like waves of void black and their golden, shiny edges giving you the look of an incredibly expensive piece of art.

You were his treasure, he would never let you go, not again.

"How did you sleep, Dragonfly?" He yawns, gently feeling and petting the healthy wing, growing a grin when your chest produces something akin to a purr but more deep. How could a girl with such a melodic voice as yours produce such tones? There were still so many mysteries left around your kind, the Kaluk. At this point, these hidden research papers intrigued him as well and maybe you'll both get to look at them soon enough.

"Better than ever. My last bed as good as this one…was on Coruscant." So at the Jedi Temple, he noted. He was still surprised how you both not once met, well at least until he and Tapal got stationed over Bracca...and all that shit happened.

But that you two not even once crossed paths? And he was very certain that he hasn't met you as a Youngling or Padawan, you're looking not exactly very forgettable with your horns and all.

"Because my Master tried keeping me away from any more potential rejection, after an accident. Most of my time as a Youngling, he trained me somewhere else than at the Temple to avoid my peers…"

While through that way you never found out if really all other Padawans would've treated you differently for looking different, you also learned so much more about everything around you than most Padawans your age. So Galactic Geographics Class and History of certain Planets was easy as pie to you.

"That's actually horrible, I…I would've loved to meet you back then! We could've been friends, you could've shown younger me to be more confident and everything!" But if you meeting each other was really caused by the Force itself, that you two are meant for each other…if you would've met that early, your potentially building connection would've been seen as an attachment…they would have separated you two as soon as they noticed a change in his or your behavior when around each other. And from what you learned about yourself, such an event would've made you lose the balance Tegra tried to teach you.

It was already difficult to hide all affection that went above friendship when you had been on the Mantis…but in THE Jedi Temple, where the council and a whole number of other strong Jedi lived?

"You got a good point there I guess…doesn't change my opinion though, I would've wanted to be your friend and to meet your own Clones…ones that don't attack you on sight because of someone's command." Right, his Clone Commander and his subordinates weren't as lucky and smart to remove their chips, Cal had a much different memory of his Clones. His tried to kill him, not to keep him safe…

But he was obvious about not wanting to divulge in what they did today, his thoughts more interested in yours, what they were like after they got their command transferred to a little goblin like you. Wait, pause, did he really just call younger you a goblin in his head? "Well, I think you would totally have been pocket sized, if you're still that short tod- OW!" He immediately shuts up when you repeatedly hit on the shoulder with a grimace, it was about just as childish as younger you would've been. So there he had his taste for what could've been. "Don't ever call me pocket sized again…or…or I'll find an even more embarrassing pet name for you!"

He did not take you serious at ALL, pulling his eyebrows up with a grin, clearly ready to- "You wouldn't. Challenge you? Any karking day, you love me too much to be mean-" "Firecrotch."

Oh you just didn't, he thought, staring at you with wide eyes as it was your turn to triumphantly grin as his mouth hung wide open with shock. "Told you, don't challenge me, be it physically or verbally. Now you're never…NOT…Firec-" He pulled you into a fierce, angry kiss, anything to stop you from using that name a second time. You're such an asshole sometimes, but he really didn't expect you to know…that word. Well, duh, you spit literal fire yourself, everyone has a crotch – most do at least – and it wasn't hard to string both words together when you see a hot ginger like him, was it?

"Actually, you probably would've bullied me, huh?" He asks as you part away again, a satisfied sigh at your lips, licking them as you ate up the blush your new nickname for him caused for him, "Well, if you ever had too much time to read like me, you'd know the bully to Lovers-Tropes." You sang before kissing him again, without any restrain or worry of getting caught, feeling both your pheromones fold out and starting to cover the whole bedroom by now. This was going to be your favorite room on all of Nur…

"No, never heard of it, what happens in them?" And Cal wasn't lying to keep you talking, he really never had as much time as you to read at various planets' libraries, always having been stuck on Bracca till he was found out and collected by Cere. That was nearly two years ago.

"Well, usually starts out as your average bully, Kyra…and the average Victim of the bully, so…you, Firecrotch…" You drag out the nickname, pointing at each other as you begin to explain this cliché as kark romance trope. One of the most basic ones to write for, there were at least 100 at every Library you went to and pure boredom made you read almosy Every. Single. One of them. Not without of course taking breaks and reading what you came in for in the first place: historical books, science books, etc.

Usually ended up with you having extremely funky dreams about physicist-bullies having rough hate-intercourse with their bullied peers: some extinct sentients or an historical artist that nearly started a galactic war. You stopped mixing genres immediately after the fifth dream that built that way…

"But aren't I dominant in bed? Why am I the one being bullied then?" "That term is only important in public, until they end up in the school or work bathroom, the gym or at one of their homes. Afterwards roles get often reversed…then you fit in as well, F-" Another kiss to shut you up as your evil, playful grin returns. "You're pure evil." "I know."

You both fell silent after that, now just enjoying the quiet, relaxing atmosphere, the windows of the bedroom having a dreamlike view of the ocean life. Who knew Nur had such a vibrant fauna? Besides that nightmare creature from yesterday-

Clearly you never could've known from that one time you passed by all these years ago, just barely remembering the name enough to have it ring a bell when Cal told you where you are.

It was rather insignificant to you back then, which is surprising to you when you looked up nearly every planet, moon or sun you passed on your chaotic, unplanned ping-ponging trips across the far and wide map of the Galaxy. You even had read about Mustafar itself, just not Nur. But since it was nothing but a previously uninhabited rock floating in space until the Empire took it for their operations – that knowledge in courtesy of Dr. Puloria talking a lot – it surprised you not all that much. She was the perfect spot for gossip on the Inquisitor Base, that was sure even after just knowing her for maybe two days and few conversations.

You look away from the window that brought you so deep into your thoughts in the first place, checking up on Cal when he stopped caressing you with absent-minded, feather light gestures, palm idle on your naked waist from when he rolled you both around to continue hugging you from behind. The obstructing wings were not keeping him from trying to get as close as possible to your irresistible body heat, nose buried into your voluminous mass of hair.

"Something is wrong and you're not telling me…again." you claim with sadness, carefully rolling back over to face him – watching your injured wing with keen eyes – to see the pained expression he had been hiding. "It's about...BD…his, the state he is in now, it haunts me to look at him, the scraps left of him. Had I…had I just caught you both, then this all wouldn't have had to happen. He would still be able to fill this silence with his beeps and boops…he wouldn't have let us sleep this long at all." Right, BD is…BD is gone.

In all your joy of being together with Cal once again after all, you forgot the little guy. The one that never left either of your sides. And you, you just scrubbed him from your mind- "You didn't forget him. You never would, you're too kind to forget even the smallest creature." You're not kind, you try to be but selfishness is part of your nature. You're the sole reason the smallest creature in your care…

"I have seen…parts, of your past, while we slept. I- you did everything you could have back then." "You clearly didn't see everything. I let Grogu down. Now I repeated my mistakes. I had the job to protect the weakest in the pack and I karked up."

He sighs, almost physically feeling the walls you had pulled up at that subject. It would take a long time to make you think about everything once more, to see it with the perspective he had with his ability. The eyes of an outsider.

But he knew one thing he could show you, to perhaps give you hope, that you weren't a lost cause, as you called yourself.

Almost on reflex, you stood up along with him as he was silent the whole time, leading you to a door your room didn't have. Opening it, you're greeted with a tiny walk-in closet he rebuilt to fit a small workbench inside and a rack for all kinds of tools and replacement parts for mostly his new lightsaber. But also a few spare parts that were definitely not for lightsabers, you knew that much.

But the pile on the workbench had your real attention, a choked sob escaping you as you hurried over to the table, shaking hands hovering over the scraps, afraid to break even more just by being here now, by accidentally breathing wrongly.

BD…he...he was mangled, just like in the memory you saw through Cal's eyes. But in reality the damage looked even worse, he was missing a leg, the metal of his body was pressed inwards together, barely resembling him anymore. His Optics were both beyond repair, one lying next to him, a sign that Cal tried to recover as much of his best buddy as possible.

"I'm not showing you to torture you even further. I can feel your guilt, it's eating at you almost as much as your wish for vengeance…to make them pay for what they did." He stepped next to you, almost like he was paying his respects to the Droid. Was there nothing you could do to fix him?!

"That's why I brought you here. I…I want- needed to let you know that I haven't given up on him. And to remind you that you haven't either, despite what your thoughts try to tell you. BD is never going to be really gone, not as long as we keep going for him."

Gaining the courage from his words, you pick up some of the stray, fringed wires sticking out from the bent and nearly clipped off second leg, letting your blunt claws glide over the colorful silicon running over the copper wiring. He is absolutely right, you can't let him down a second time by leaving him in this state…left to rust and decay.

"What would we need to fix him?" His eyes widened when he finally found his smile once more as he hugged you close to him in barely contained excitement, "I like that tone much more with you. And to answer your question, I made quite the list…but on Nur I'm not a mechanic or even a scrapper anymore, I can't make such requests without getting denied…"

He let you go for a moment to look for said list, new found energy in him as well, now that he finally had been able to show and tell you what he was going to do... If he had the right tools and materials. A minute later, he came back up from under the workbench, a bit of fine metal dusting on his hands as he handed you a hand written note. In a place like this, that was probably safer…but if you really wanted these things, you would have to cause at least a bit of ruckus, a bitter realization he made when he heard your thoughts.

He wasn't lying, that's a long list. Not as long as the Grocery List that you handled back then on Bardotta but it did give you a heavy sense of Deja Vu. "It does, doesn't it? But this time it has an actual use, everything on here is important. Especially the welder. The one I already owned…it broke, I never managed to get my hands on a new one since then, same reason as I just told you why I don't have anything else on this list yet."

Cal lost his pocket welder? He fixed so many things on not just BD or his Lightsaber, but sometimes even whole parts of the Mantis! All with that small thing, fitting into his pants' pocket!

"And what makes you think I got a better chance? The new one?" He did remember that only yesterday you got your request shot down almost immediately, he was there!

"Yes, I know. But…you know…you're much more intimidating than me. The Troopers responsible for relaying the manual Delivery Requests would shit their Plastoid shells!"

Ohhh, you didn't have to grovel at the prune's feet again? That's something else. You were great at Intimidation Tactics! You would make them quiver and mewl in their boots-

"Save your dark thoughts for when we need them, my love. If we want to do this, we need to get dressed first."

Your eyes wander down at his mention of clothes, feeling your face heat up and your clearly drifting thoughts return to the present as you were made aware of the fact that you both were still as naked as the day you were born. "Yeah…probably a better idea, no?"

The still chaotic closet, your own sets of uniforms having been thrown in just haphazardly yesterday when you both immediately found…uh, better things to do.

Who knew highly detailed Documentaries about Wookies led to such primal, near feral sex and soft cuddles afterwards?

"Ready?" He asks, watching you test the flexibility of the "casual" uniform, so no armor plates, just the black and…purple bodysuit. They were just as comfortable as they looked on Cal, you could see yourself actually enjoying wearing them.

"Yes, I am, you?"

"Born ready!" "No you weren't, we all were born crying like pussies-" "Kyra…my moment…"

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