#lance with robot leg

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Send The Pain Below

Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry/The Void x Thunderbolts!Fem!Reader

Summary: After you return from a mission severely injured, Bob can’t help but offer you as much help as possible.

Warnings: Semi-Spoilers for Thunderbolts cause Bob. Hurt/Comfort, Fluff (kind of?), Mentions of Injuries/Blood

Author’s Note: Hey y’all! I had this on my WIP list and wanted to get it out, this wasn’t a request I just randomly wrote this and literally didn’t have a clue on how to end it to be quite honest lol. But I didn’t want it clogging up my drafts, and the idea was good in theory.

Word Count: 4,859

The elevator doors of the compound slid open with a quiet hiss, and you stepped out like your body might give out if you stopped moving for even a second.

Your boots landed heavy on the tile, your limp was masked only by sheer willpower and the remaining adrenaline you had running through your veins. Every step sent a bolt of pain up your legs, through your hips, lancing into your ribs and shoulders like tiny barbed wires that threaded themselves deeper with each shift. You didn’t stop to breathe–because it felt like if you tried to, your ribs were going to break.

Throughout the entire ride up to your living quarters, you hadn’t been still for a moment. You paced the tight space of the elevator like a caged animal–shaking, twitching, trying to outrun the memory of the fight. The metal walls had felt too close, too quiet, too loud with your thoughts.

Now, in the open hallway, your ears were still ringing. All you could smell was blood and dirt–iron and ash clinging to your skin like a second, suffocating layer. You didn’t know if it was your blood or someone else’s. You didn’t want to try and figure that out though.

“Hey, I called medical, they’re waiting for you.” Bucky’s voice echoed from the living room. He knew you were coming. He had been communicating with you through your comms the entire mission, and he had gotten a call from the extraction team who gave him a heads up on the damage you had taken.

”I’m fine.” You muttered back. Your steps were stiff, bordering on robotic. Blood had soaked through the fabric at your waist and dried in large dark patches. You were grateful you wore black tactical gear, because if you didn’t it probably would’ve looked like you worked at a butcher shop. One sleeve was ripped open, revealing a long, nasty cut that ran from your bicep to your elbow, and your back felt like it had been slammed through a concrete wall–and it actually had, or at least maybe in your haze you had convinced yourself that happened.

It was your first solo mission. A simple infiltration, Valentina had said. The mission description screamed that it was going to be quick and easy, you had planned it out so much, and you did everything right.

But it hadn’t been enough.

You rounded the corner into the living room, and all the conversations and commotion died instantly.

“Holy shit, Y/N.” Yelena said under her breath, getting up from the couch. You continued to drag yourself towards the washroom, ignoring the comment.

”Y/N, you’re not fine kid, come on–let’s not try to act tough right now. You need to go see medical.” Walker added, following suit with Yelena. You didn’t slow your steps, nor did you look back, because you knew if you stopped now you’d be glued to the floor, and you wouldn’t be able to keep moving.

You could feel the weight of their stares burning into your back as you made your way towards the washroom with one hand trailing the edge of the wall to stabilize yourself. Your vision was swimming–edges soft, depth distorted–but you knew this floor, this hallway, this layout, and thankfully you could walk it blind if your sight gave out.

“Y/N you’re literally leaving a trail of blood across the floor, this isn’t a walk it off type of situation here.” Ava commented, joining in on the pestering, her voice sharp and worried. Yet you still didn’t answer them, you just kept moving.

”Is she even hearing us?” Walker asked, his voice dropping an octave, then a door in the hallway opened and Alexei poked his head out of his bedroom, disheveled and confused from the commotion that was happening, tying his robe around his beefy upper body. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and right when he saw you there was an immediate look of concern that appeared on his face.

“Dorogaya,” He called gently, his brows pinching “You walk like dead woman.” You clenched your jaw hard enough at his words that it made your teeth ache.

“Let someone help, yes?” He added, his voice softer now, as if his words might land easier that way, “You don’t get glory for dying on your feet.” You felt your fingers curl slightly against the wall, but you didn’t trust your voice enough to respond–not with the heat gathering behind your eyes, not with the pain that was spiking again through your spine.

”She’s not listening to anyone,” Ava muttered behind you, voice tight. You didn’t hear the rest of what they said.

The voices behind you melted into background noise–blurred and echoing like they were underwater. You just kept moving. One foot in front of the other. Focused on the hall ahead, on the door you shared with Bob at the end of it. Your hand skimmed the wall, dragging along the paint like it was the only thing anchoring you upright.

The blood trail you left behind was uneven, smeared where your boot dragged slightly on the right side. You didn’t even feel the cuts anymore–not sharply, anyway. Just a dull throb beneath the surface of everything, like your whole body had been submerged in concrete and it was slowly starting to harden around you.

When you finally reached the door, you shouldered it open, and stumbled into the washroom. The light was too bright. The silence–too still.

You stood there for a second, just swaying feeling a wave of dizziness come over you. Then you slammed the door shut, and locked it, enclosing yourself in the small space you and Bob inhabited together.

Then it was just you.

You, and the sound of your breath–shallow, rattling, uneven, and crackling–shaking in your chest like it was a broken metronome. Now that you were alone you could also hear the light above you buzzing faintly, even though there was still a bit of bickering happening outside the door.

You moved stiffly to the switch for the fan and turned it on, letting the low hum kick in above your head. It vibrated in the walls, just enough to mute the sound of your breathing. Then you shuffled over to the shower, reaching in to turn on the hot water in one swift movement, hissing when your shoulder screamed out in pain. The pipes groaned slightly before water burst from the head, pounding into the tile like a rainstorm. Hot. Loud. And endless. Steam immediately began to fill the space, and that’s exactly what you needed–warmth, something to ease the pain that was about to come in full force.

All you wanted right now was solitude. You wanted to lick your wounds like an animal crawling into the shadows–quiet and wild and unwilling to be witnessed. You needed to hurt where no one could see it. Needed to unravel in private, where the grief could live without apology, and the shame could breathe.

You turned back toward the center of the washroom, your vision still swimming, limbs trembling slightly from the effort it had taken just to reach this far. The steam was already clouding the mirror, mercifully dulling the image of yourself–like even your reflection was sparing you the full truth of what you’d become.

You didn’t want to see it. Not clearly. Not yet.

Your fingers fumbled with the front of your vest, the fabric stiff and heavy with blood. It took two tries to get the buckle unclipped–your fingers were sticky and slippery, or maybe they were just numb–and when the strap finally gave, the release jolted your injured shoulder hard enough that your breath hitched through clenched teeth.

You pressed your lips together, hard, swallowing the sound before it could escape.

The velcro at your chest peeled back with a slow, wet rip, and the vest shifted. The weight of it–soaked through, dense and clinging–pulled down at your frame like it wanted to take you with it to the floor.

You reached up to shrug it off, and a bolt of pain exploded across your ribs. Your body locked up immediately, breath freezing in your lungs. For a moment, your knees threatened to buckle completely.

You caught yourself on the sink, gasping.

Your palm left a smear of blood against the porcelain.

Tears burned behind your eyes–not from sadness. From sheer, helpless agony.

Still, you didn’t cry. Not yet.

You stayed hunched over the sink, chest heaving, shoulders trembling with the effort it took just to stay upright. The pain was beginning to spike higher with each passing second–as if your body, now freed from the armor, had decided it was safe to let you feel everything all at once.

Your eyes flicked to the mirror again, just briefly. Your reflection was almost gone now, consumed by steam. Just a shape. Just a shadow of what was left of you.

You reached out blindly for the medicine cabinet.

The metal clinked as you opened it, and your fingers searched through the shelves with shaky, clumsy movements until they found the bottle. White cap. Red label. Tylenol.

It was something and it was all you had.

You unscrewed the lid with fingers that barely cooperated, spilling two pills into your hand. You didn’t have the strength to care about how many milligrams it was or if you’d already taken some earlier–which for the record, you didn’t. All you knew was that the pain had to come down–just a little–before you could finish what needed to be done.

You popped the pills into your mouth and chewed.

Bitter.

Chalky.

The taste coated your tongue like poison. It hit the back of your throat like ash.

You reached down, turned the faucet on with your uninjured hand, and leaned in to catch a handful of lukewarm water. You brought it to your mouth quickly, sloshed it back, swallowed hard.

The pills scraped down your throat like gravel.

You stayed there for a moment, hunched over the sink, your hands braced on either side. The water kept running. The fan kept humming. The shower roared behind you, thick steam curling around your legs, climbing your spine.

You wanted to rest. Just for a second, but you knew you couldn’t.

Not while you were still covered in blood. Not while your pants were still clinging to your thigh like a bandage made of fabric and failure.

You let the water run. You didn’t have the energy to turn it off.

Your fingers drifted down toward your utility belt next. You unclipped it slowly, fumbling with the strap at your hip until it loosened and slid free. The belt thudded heavily to the floor, landing beside the vest. It sounded final. Like a chapter closing.

Then came your pants.

You didn’t want to look.

You already knew what was underneath–your thigh had been burning since the moment you’d hit the floor in that alley. Your hip had felt wet and wrong the second the rebar tore your side open.

Still, you slid your thumbs into the waistband and began to shimmy them down—inch by inch. Pain flared instantly.

The cut across your thigh had stuck to the inside lining. As the fabric peeled away, it reopened with a slick, wet sound and a wave of heat that flooded your vision with white.

You gasped again, one hand grabbing the counter to stay upright. Your breath broke mid-exhale, and the sound you made was something just shy of a sob.

Blood rolled down the side of your thigh in a thin, fresh ribbon.

You stood there half-undressed and trembling, your legs streaked with red, your body steaming in the mirror’s haze, and your throat thick with everything you were still trying to hold back.

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Outside in the hallway, the team hovered like ghosts–uncertain whether to press in or give space, tense with the kind of helpless energy that made people argue just to feel useful.

Walker had his ear against the wall, arms crossed, one brow furrowed as he strained to hear through the sound of the water. “I think I heard her,” he muttered. “She made a sound…Not good.”

“I told you she should’ve gone straight to medical,” Ava said under her breath, pacing a slow, tight line across the hall. “We should just go in there.”

“No,” Yelena cut in, her voice quieter but far more final. “She locked the door. Let her have a minute.”

“You saw her,” Walker snapped. “She doesn’t have a minute, are we gonna break down the door if she passes out?!”

”No, I’ll just phase through and unlock the door you idiot.” Ava shot back, and before Walker could rebuttal, Bob’s door creaked open, causing everyone to turn their heads to look at him.

He stood in the frame like he hadn’t even realized they were all there. He was barefoot, dressed in a baggy dark grey scrub set, similar to the ones they found him in when they met him in the O.X.E Vault–when he had admitted he found them comfortable you had gone out and bought him a few pairs. His light brown hair was tousled, and extremely flat on one side like he had just peeled himself off his mattress. He looked like he had just rubbed out a decade of sleep from his eyes as he stretched.

”…W-What’s going on?” He asked, his voice slow and sleep-warm, like it hadn’t yet left the fog of dreams. He blink slowly, shoulders hunching forward slightly under the baggy scrub top. Walker turned to him first, running a hand down his face, exasperation cooling into something just a little more worried.

”Y/N is in the washroom,” Bob’s brows drew together in confusion, almost as if he was urging him to go on, “She came back from a mission looking like absolute hell–like barely walking and bleeding everywhere. She locked the door and hasn’t said anything to us since.” Yelena crossed her arms.

“She won’t let any of us in either…” Bucky said, as everyone began to exchange glances at one another, “But how about you give it a try?” Bob’s arms hung stiff at his sides, fingers curling and uncurling against the fabric of his scrub top, like his body was trying to move before his mind could catch up.

“…M-Me?” He asked, voice quiet–half-hoarse with sleep, half-tight with something else he hadn’t figured out how to name. His eyes flicked toward the washroom door, then back to the group, unsure. “W-Why me?”

Yelena was the one who answered. Calm. Certain. No hesitation.

“Because you’re her friend. And she trusts you.”

Bob’s shoulders twitched at the word–friend–like it didn’t feel big enough to carry the weight of what you were to him. It didn’t feel small either. Just…Not right. Not complete. Not everything.

“She listens to you…She likes being around you and she trusts you…” Bob looked down, jaw shifting slightly. His hands came up, one running across the back of his neck, the other tugging anxiously at the loose sleeve of his shirt. He could feel the familiar burn start to gather low in his chest–the one that always came with too many emotions pressing up at once, begging for escape.

He wasn’t good with being needed. He wasn’t used to being the person someone called for when everything fell apart.

But you’d never made him feel like a burden.

Not once.

Even when he couldn’t meet your eyes. Even when his hands shook too hard to pour water. Even when he curled up on the floor and told you he wasn’t sure if he was real. You stayed. You held his face in your hands and called him Bob in a voice that made it sound like that name had never belonged to anyone else. You were his calm…And now he needed to try and return the favour.

He swallowed hard.

“Okay,” He whispered,“I’ll try…Just…B-Back away for a second okay, or g-go down the hall.” The team scattered almost immediately, as Bob took one shaky breath and padded forward, every step louder in his ears than it should’ve been. He cleared his throat and knocked gently on the door.

”Hey…Y/N…I-It’s me,” He said, barely louder than the sound of the fan humming on the other side of the barrier between them. He pressed his hand flat to the wood, almost like he would be able to feel you through it, “I–I know you probably don’t want to s-see anyone right now…I get it, I–I do…But…” He faltered for a moment, glancing down the hall seeing the rest of the team watching him.

”B-But can I come in? Please?” There was a pause. A long one, but he didn’t move, he waited until there was a sign to either go, or come in.

And then–the lock turned.

His heart thudded, heavy and thick against his ribs, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

He pushed the door open slowly, the rush of steam hitting him in a wave. It curled around his ankles, ghosted against his chest, and painted the room in a blur of heat and wet air. The mirror was almost completely fogged, and the fan overhead did nothing to stop the fog from swallowing the space whole.

And then he saw you.

You were standing by the sink, half-turned, wearing only your sports bra and underwear. Blood was smeared down your leg in stark red streaks, tracing the lines of torn muscle and raw, reopened skin. Your shoulder was mottled purple and yellow, your arm wrapped around your ribs protectively like the pressure might keep something from falling apart.

Your face turned toward him when he entered. Slowly.

And even though you weren’t crying, not exactly, your eyes were glassy–rimmed with something bitter and deep, something that looked a hell of a lot like defeat.

“J-Jesus,” Bob whispered, the breath barely making it past his throat.

His stomach dropped. His hands clenched uselessly at his sides, eyes scanning every part of you like he didn’t know where to look first.

Your cheek had a shallow cut beneath the eye, already beginning to swell. Your lip was split. There was dirt caked under your nails, your hair was stuck to your neck with sweat and blood, and your expression–when your eyes finally locked on his–was exhausted in a way he’d never seen on you before.

You looked like you had fought through the end of the world and barely made it out breathing.

“Y/N…” He breathed, and for a second he couldn’t move. Couldn’t talk. Couldn’t function. His throat tightened so sharply it almost made him cough. You shook your head slowly–once, twice–like each motion cost you something.

Bob flinched.

Not because you scared him, but because you looked like you were unraveling and still trying to hold it all in place. Because even just shaking your head seemed to hurt. Because you’d finally let someone in, and he didn’t know if he could be the person you needed, but God, he wanted to be.

He shut the door behind him gently, a soft click that sealed the two of you into that steam-filled quiet, then turned the lock. The air was thick, and his scrubs were already starting to cling to his chest, but he didn’t care.

His eyes were still moving over you–your thigh, your ribs, your face–and something in his jaw worked like he was trying not to cry for you.

“I–” He started, then stopped, trying again a second later “I know you don’t wanna hear it, but…M–Maybe we should go to medical, just for a minute. Y-You’re bleeding pretty bad and I–”

”No, Bob.” Your voice was sharp. Not cruel, but tired. Bone-deep tired. Your eyes were hollowed by it. “I don’t want to go. Don’t ask me again.”Bob’s lips parted. He froze like you’d slapped him with the words.

His hands came up instantly–palms out, defensive, the way someone does when they know they’ve stepped over the line. “Okay. Okay. I–I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–I just…”

His voice cracked, soft and breathless, and his lashes fluttered quickly like something was stinging behind his eyes. “I–I just didn’t know what else to say. I just–I wanna help.”

You didn’t answer right away. You turned back toward the mirror, wincing slightly, your weight shifting between your feet like even standing was a negotiation.

Bob took a step forward. Then another.

“C-Can we at least get you cleaned up?” He asked, voice gentler now. “Just… Just so we can see the damage a little better? I–I promise I won’t touch anything unless you say it’s okay…And I–I won’t bring up medical again…”

You blinked at your own reflection. Or rather, at the smeared suggestion of it–nothing but a shadow behind fog and grief and wet heat. Your throat bobbed, your lips parted, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the roar of the water pounding the tile behind you.

Then, slowly–like each movement had to be dug out of you one inch at a time–you nodded.

Just once.

Bob exhaled like he’d been holding his breath since the door opened. “Okay,” He murmured, so quietly it barely reached you. “Okay.”

He moved carefully, like you were a wild animal that might spook. His hands stayed visible, slow and shaking just slightly. His voice was raw and steady all at once. You watched him in the mirror as he stepped around you to reach the shower, his eyes flicking back to your face every few seconds like he was checking to make sure he wasn’t doing something wrong.

He pulled his scrub top over his head. His chest was lean and pale, the faint trace of old scars visible across his ribs. He didn’t look at you while he did it–he wasn’t doing this to be seen, only to be with you. To match your vulnerability. To show you he wasn’t going to ask you to do something he wouldn’t do beside you.

Then the pants went next, dropped quickly to the tile with a soft thund. He stepped into the shower in only his boxers, reaching up to adjust the temperature with a small frown, his brow furrowing as steam curled around him. Then, gently–so gently–it was his voice again.

“C’mon. I’ve got you.”

You turned, just barely, and let him take your hand. His fingers laced through yours so softly it nearly broke you. You stepped forward, and he guided you into the stream like you were made of glass and grief and things that couldn’t be named without breaking apart.

The moment your skin hit the water, the heat scalded into every nerve ending that had been screaming silently for hours.

You cried out.

Your knees gave out without warning, your body folding in on itself with a sudden, sharp gasp of pain.

“Woah–woah, hey, hey–I’ve got you–” Bob’s voice cracked mid-sentence as he caught you, his arms sliding around your waist and shoulder just in time to keep you from hitting the floor.

You collapsed against him with the weight of everything. Your cheek pressed to the curve of his collarbone, your ribcage shaking with shallow, broken breaths as the water soaked your skin, turning the blood on your body to long, diluted streaks that ran in ribbons down your legs, and floated around his.

Bob eased you down slowly. The tile kissed your knees, too cold beneath all the heat, but his arms stayed around you–tight, protective, and stable. He let himself sit with you fully, legs folding beneath his weight as he cradled you in his lap, one hand braced gently at your lower back, the other spread over your ribs, careful not to press too hard.

His chest rose and fell against your shoulder, each breath a little too quick, a little too uneven. You could feel his heart hammering, not with fear, but with something else–some horrible, aching emotion that had nowhere to go but into the way he held you.

You tilted your head up slightly–just enough to look at him.

And the look on his face made your breath catch in your throat.

Bob wasn’t crying. But his eyes were wet, the rims pink, his brows drawn in tight with something that looked like devastation barely leashed. His jaw was clenched, not out of anger, but because he looked like if he let it go, it would all fall out–every emotion, every worry, every broken piece of what this had done to him.

”Don’t cry Bob…I’m fine.” Bob leaned in closer at your words, his brows tightening even more–not with disbelief, but with something gentler. Something so heavy with care it made your chest ache worse than your ribs.

His forehead came to rest against yours, water beading and dripping between your skin, breath warm and unsteady against your lips. His voice was just a murmur, barely there beneath the drum of the shower.

“Please d-don’t lie to me…” He whispered, closing his eyes. “I c-can’t…I can’t see you like this and not do something, I–”

His voice broke completely then. And it wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic or violent. It was quiet devastation—the kind that crumbled inwards, the kind that shook hands and pressed foreheads and curled arms around broken bodies in the dark.

And then something in the air shifted.

It was subtle at first–so small you didn’t register it until it started to crawl up your spine.

A hum.

Not from the fan.

Not from the pipes.

Not from the water.

From him.

From the center of Bob’s chest, where it pressed faintly to yours. A vibration–gentle, low, like the world taking a breath. It was warm. Not hot like the water. Soft, like standing in sunlight after a long, cold night.

Bob didn’t seem to notice.

His arms stayed around you, trembling slightly but strong, his breath hitching once more as he whispered, “I–I would take it if I could. I’d take all of it, Y/N. I swear I would…” You blinked.

Once. Twice.

Then the numbness hit.

It started in your cheeks, right under where Bob’s forehead rested against yours. A strange, tingling sensation, like static running under your skin—like the prickle of limbs falling asleep, but deeper. Warmer. It began to spread across your jaw, down your neck, over the pulsing ache of your ribs. You stiffened slightly in his arms.

“B-Bob…” Your voice came out thin. Cautious. “Something’s… wrong. I—I think I’m—”

You pulled your head back.

Just an inch. Just enough to look at him.

And that’s when you saw it.

His eyes–his eyes–weren’t the soft blue they usually were. They weren’t even shimmering yellow like when the Sentry burned through him, lit up and alive and untouchable. No, this was something else entirely.

They were light.

Not glowing with light–made of it.

Warm and impossible, like the moment just before sunrise. Liquid gold, honeyed and bright, but threaded with something deeper–something eternal. Like looking into a star too close. Like watching the sky open.

Bob didn’t even seem to realize it. He was staring at you like you had changed. Like something was wrong with you.

His brows furrowed suddenly, breath catching. “What the hell…”

You froze.

“What?” you asked, voice sharp and shaky all at once. “Bob—what is it? What’s happening?”

His eyes searched your face, wide and stunned and almost afraid to believe what he was seeing.

“Your face…” he whispered, “Y/N… it’s–”

He reached up–slowly–and touched your cheek.

His fingertips brushed the skin just below your eye, where the cut had been. Where the swelling had bloomed purple and raw. There was nothing there now. Not even the tenderness. Just heat from the shower. Just clean, unbroken skin.

“It’s healed.”

You blinked again.

And now that he said it–you felt it.

The pounding in your ribs was gone.

The throb in your thigh, the searing line from your bicep to your elbow, the burn from the rebar in your side—it was all gone.

Your body felt heavy, yes, but no longer from pain. Just from the realization.

You looked down at your arms, your legs, your skin, now mostly clean under the steady pour of water–and new. Whole. No dried blood. No open wounds.

You looked back at him.

“Holy fuck…You healed me…Is the…Is the Sentry back or something?” He shook his head in confusion.

”I–I don’t know…I didn’t e-even know he could do t-that to other people…”

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi there, i feel like our spouse doesn't react much to all the magical weirdness on our farm

Can i get some hc for Sdv+sve spouses one day waking up and being able to see an army of juminos recolting crops (farmer have like 4/6 juminos huts and lots of crops)

And the farmer just say "oh you can finally see them" while giving the juminos some raisins.

Heya 👋 Thank you for your ask, dear anon! (and I apologize for taking a little longer to answer 😅).

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SDV/SVE bachelors:

Alex can't believe his own ears! Spirits? For real? No way! The athlete dropped everything and quickly walked over to one of the Junimo and started poking at them, causing the little creature to squeak. "Alex, don't be rude. At least offer them raisins first." "Oh, sorry..." But he can't help himself because... a real spirits!

"Hey hon, I made you coffee-" Stepping out onto the front porch of the farm house, Shane found an army of apples with eyes and arms and legs following Farmer around like little chickens following mama hen. With a "fuck this shit, I'm out" face, he walked back home, thinking it was all from lack of sleep.

Sam's eyes nearly popped out of his orbits when he saw Farmer surrounded by apple-like creatures that were jumping and reaching for the raisins in Farmer's hands. The guitarist approached his spouse with an obvious question, but his stomach rumbled treacherously. "Do you have any raisins left for me?" Breakfast first, question later.

"Huh." That was all Sebastian expressed as he treated Junimo to some raisins. This creatures kinda cute, actually. "Sebby, dear, didn't it surprise you at all?" *Sebastian looks at the huge slime hutch, the coop with void chickens, the giant golden clock and the four tall warp obelisks* "Nah, not really, why?"

Not believing his own eyes, Harvey wiped his glasses and looked again, but what he saw before him had not changed. Farmer was still standing over the strange leaf house, and the apple-like creatures were still jumping around them. The doctor felt a little uneasy. He wants to ask. At the same time, he doesn't want to ask anything, lest he break his mind completely.

At first Elliott couldn't understand why there were different apples lying around his spouse. Red, yellow, green... blue and purple? Until those apples had eyes, arms and legs. "Good morning, Elliott, did you sleep well?" Apparently not, because the writer feels that sleep deprivation is making him see some... jumping apples.

Why would Magnus be surprised by the existence of Junimo? In fact, he's the one who introduced Farmer to these creatures. Interest in how his spouse had made friends quickly with the forest spirits, yes, but surprised? He is a wizard, he'd seen more stranger things than that in his life.

Well, that.... explains why Farmer refused Victor's advice to hire some helpers for the farm. Turns out his beloved spouse already has helpers... Little, apple-like helpers. Victor knows magic exists, but he didn't think he'd see something like this in real life. This is great, actually. Very interesting.

Does Lance see Junimo? *Chuckle* Of course, dear Farmer, and not only does he see them, but he even managed to ask the little forest spirits a few questions. For a good portion of raisins, because they love this treat so much. When else would the gallant adventurer have a chance to chat with Junimos, hm?

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SDV/SVE bachelorettes:

It had been about half a minute, and Maru couldn't let go of the idea that what she was seeing was the work of magic, and not Farmer's little robotic assistants. Magic, spirits... No, that somehow doesn't fit in her head. She's determined to study these 'Junimos' to see who or what they are. Erm, if the Farmer and the creatures themselves don't mind, of course.

You know that state when you have a lot of conflicting emotions bubbling up inside you, you don't know how to react to your own cognitive dissonance about the "magic" that is right in front of your eyes, but you try to stay positive for the sake of the person you love? That's what Penny was experiencing when her spouse was showing her forest spirits.

"Oh, so cute!" Abigail has a bit of magic in her, so of course she can see Junimo too. She's in awe of these forest creatures! And they are such wonderful helpers, harvesting the crops. "My spouse pays you well, yeah?" And the little Junimos jump around happily with tasty raisins in their little hands.

"Eeew! What is tha- Ah, okay, at least it's not rats." Apparently Haley can excuse cute magical forest spirits, but she draws the line when it comes to rats. Because she's terrified of those rodents, yuck. Junimos at least help her beloved Farmer with work, and they smell like forest freshness.

Merciful Yoba! Emily felt the presence of someone's unusual aura, but she couldn't explain who it was coming from. It turned out that all the time the little apple-shaped creatures had been at the farm and had helped her spouse! Kind spirits, how wonderful! And they like raisins? Oh, she sure has a treat for her new forest friends!

Huh, when Leah mentioned that Stardew Valley is "full of magic," she meant that it's full of inspiration for her future works, not literally... Oh, well. Yes, strange little creatures live with her and Farmer, so what? They're cute, kind, and hard-working. Great neighbours (not like she had when she lived in the Zuzu City).

Olivia thought all week that there were a bunch of mice running around the farm, stealing the ripe wheat. After expressing their fears to Farmer that their crops might be destroyed by pests, Farmer showed their wife that it wasn't mice, but little helpers, Junimos, who live there. ...She need a glass of wine. Maybe two.

"Oh, do you see them too, dear?" To be honest, Claire would rather not see them. Not that she minded the cute, erm, creatures, just... Eh, you know what? Why should she be surprised at all? There are so many unusual things and creatures (golden chickens, slimes) on her spouse's farm that there's no point in her being surprised.

Sophia was stuck somewhere between the "Adorable lil apples!" and "Eeeeep! What is that?!" when she saw her spouse surrounded by a dozen magical Junimos. The pink-haired girl floods Farmer with questions and tries to take pictures of the forest creatures on her phone, to show Scarlett (only they've scattered now, awww!)

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[iloveboysinred]

I saw your headcanons for Keith and I thought it was really interesting! I was just wondering if you’re ok with doing one for Lance? If not that’s fine 👍🏼

Hi anon, i absolutely can!! Thank you for your ask 💕 i’m assuming you want them to be nsfw, so please forgive me or send another ask if otherwise! :)

Cw; sexually explicit content, 18+, mdni! Nsfw under the gif

Masterlist

- You and Lance have always been touchy with each other, even before you started dating. He’s always flirted with you and made suggestive comments, but you’ve always just brushed it off as Lance being Lance.

- like i said in Keith’s hcs, it took a while for you and Lance to adjust to the whole “launched into a space war out of nowhere on a giant blue robot lion” thing. But it didnt take him much time to get over the initial shock and then being all over you.

- in fact, the stress of it all made him much needier. Frequent visits to your room or yours to his to “de-stress” if thats what you wanna call it 😏

- It doesn’t take much to turn Lance on. When you bend over in that tight space suit, the skin-tight fabric hugging the curve of your ass just right, or when you walk around the castle with your hair messed up, wearing his shirt and a flimsy pair of sleep shorts after waking up from a nap. It drives him crazy, and suddenly he cant keep his hands to himself.

-He makes it quick, bringing you to his room and pressing you against the wall with his body, his tongue down your throat, his hands hungrily wander up and down your body, and his hips desperately rock against you. You can feel his hard on against your leg, reaching down to palm him, and he just about cums in his underwear from the contact.

- When you give Lance head, he can’t keep still. He’s super sensitive so his hips are always jerking around with every movement that you make. He’s whining and gasping your name, running his fingers through your hair to ground himself.

- If you let him fuck your throat, his hips stutter with every thrust, and his breaths are labored. Trying with all his might to stop himself from spilling deep into your throat.

- he always wants to return the favor, praising you and sputtering nonsense while he eats you out. He’ll be reaching down to palm himself while you come undone above him, wanting to sooth the ache in his length.

- There’s basically hearts in his eyes when you cum in his mouth. He moans as he cleans you up, his tip drooling with pre-cum, making a mess in his hands.

- When he fucks you he’s fast and breathless. Chanting your name like a prayer as he fucks into you. He’s very and i mean verrrry vocal during sex, not scared to tell you exactly how good you’re making him feel.

- “ohh fuck y/n, you’re so tight, oh shit”, “make me cum baby, please!” “Throw that ass back baby, Asi” “you make me feel so fucking good baby, i love you”

- as a spanish speaker, i can definitely tell you he’ll be muttering curses mindlessly, his brain is so fuzzy he doesn’t even process what he’s saying.

- when he cums he’s holding your hips flush to his, making sure you take every drop he has to offer.

- You and Lance love teasing each other, making it a challenge to get the other one as worked up as possible.

- you’ll sit on his lap, or brush your hand over his crotch. He’ll sneak a handful of your ass, or whisper filthy “compliments” in your ear, then go back to acting like normal. You match each other’s energy in every way.

- sex with Lance is always fun and adventurous. When you’re not desperately needy for each other you take your time. Giggling between kisses, cracking corny jokes.

- he’s always willing to try something new with you as long as its nothing painful or disgusting.

- new positions? He’s in. Trying different kinks? You don’t even have to ask. Even bringing toys into the bedroom occasionally just to add a little excitement.

- Lance takes you anywhere, in the kitchen, in the showers, sometimes you even get down in the blue lion’s cockpit. You guys just can’t get enough of each other.

- On days where you’re especially homesick, you’ll have soft, cuddly sex with Lance. He’ll caress your skin with featherlight kisses, hugging you close to his body as he gives you slow, deep strokes from the side.

-you’ll try to squeeze in morning sex here and there, especially if its been busy and you barley have time to relax. You’ll be clumsy and fumbling around, giggling at Lance’s half sleep attempt to enter you.

- He 100% loves when you wake him up to some head (agreeing to it beforehand)

- overall you and lance keep the whole castle awake with your shenanigans. Especially poor hunk, who’s room is right next to yours.

Hope you enjoy anon 💕thanks again for your ask. :> Notes and reblogs are appreciated, comments, asks and submissions are welcomed!

[justanothermemestrider]

Nothing Ever Stays Dead - An Epilogue

I couldn't help myself. I had to write out what life post-NESD looks like for our main couple- a snap shot of what they're doing, where their state of mind is at and what their relationship looks like right now.

If you need a refresher or to read the main story, the masterlist is here.

So, hope you guys enjoy this one. And also, thanks to @nereidof40k for letting me borrow her oc Mirian for a quick mention near the end :)

Ellicent holds the offending pieces of steel together in her left, prosthetic hand. In her right, a plasma welder hisses and spits. She reaches up, bringing the tip of the flame to the crack that's almost split the armoured plate in two. It's a piece of a Rhino's tread armour-- the Astartes go-to armoured vehicle. It's supposed to be painted Ultramarine blue, but with the damage it has sustained, it's stripped all the way down to the steel.

Blue sparks burst from where the plasma cutter touches the metal. It stings her eyes despite the protective goggles she's wearing. But through the smoke, she can see it's working. Under the impossible heat of the plasma, the severed edges of the split start to melt. Ellicent clenches her left fist, digging the ceramite-tipped nails into either side of the armoured plate and dragging them closer together. The melting metal meets in the middle, filling the gap. Ellicent allows herself a self-satisfied smile. Almost done, now. Just a little-

A bolt of pain spikes through her left shoulder. For half a second, her entire bionic arm goes limp.

"Shit!" Ellicent hisses. She kills the plasma welder, drops it to the floor, hurries to catch the plate with her other hand. But it's too late. With a deafening clang, the plate clatters against the floor. The crack down its centre reopens. Molten ceramite dribbles from it like liquid magma. Tearing off her goggles, Ellicent clutches her bionic arm. The nerves are still twinging, making the fingers twitch and jerk. Ellicent glares at it in loathing. She swears that the thing glares right back at her.

"Is all well over there, Ellicent?" a soft. vox modulated voice implores from behind her. "That was quite the bang."

Ellicent winces. Rising to her feet, she turns in the direction of the voice. "Yes, Galeo, I'm okay. Sorry for the... the disturbance."

The Magos looks at her through spherical, turquoise eye lenses embedded within a bronze face plate. It looks like a mask- completely devoid of emotion or expression. His voice, however, has a warm soft-spokenness that reminds Ellicent an awful lot of her beloved late father.

"There's nothing to forgive," he says. "From what I can see, you are not even at fault."

At first, Ellicent doesn't understand. Then, with one, skeletal hand, Galeo points at her limp left arm. As if on cue, the bionic spasms, sending another lance of agony streaking through her shoulder. Ellicent grimaces. But it isn't only from pain.

"Yeah," is all she manages to reply.

Galeo glides over to her, his robe rippling as the scores of robotic legs beneath them scuttle along. Another pair of robotic limbs protrude from his shoulders, tipped with various blades, claws and other such mechanical instruments. These unfurl as Galeo reaches Ellicent's side.

"May I?" he asks, nodding towards her prosthetic.

Wordlessly, Ellicent nods, releasing her right hand and dropping it to her side.

Galeo stoops down to her level and gently takes her arm in both hands. He holds the limb out, and the robotic arms atop his shoulders extend their manipulator claws. They grasp Ellicent's arm by the bicep and elbow. In a flurry of tiny, mechanised movements, they strip away the outer plates and begin working on the synthetic muscle beneath. Weaving, reweaving, detangling and reconnecting. Ellicent grits her teeth a little. Vaguely it feels like a dozen ants are tugging on her nerve endings. Not painful, but not pleasant, either.

"Ah, I see the issue," Galeo says.

"Let me guess," says Ellicent. "It's rejecting me."

"So to speak," the tech priest admits. "It seems the bionic's machine-spirit is... cautious of those within the xenos implants."

His careful choice of wording makes Ellicent smirk. It also fills her stomach with stones. "Cautious?" she says. "More like disgusted."

"I detect no such sentiments from this spirit. Rather I detect intimidation. Suspicion."

Ellicent looks at the ground pensively. "Same, same," she mutters.

The servos in Galeo's neck squeak as he turns his head to look at her. "Semantics aside," he says. "It is a problem I believed I had solved with this latest prosthetic. But, clearly, I was mistaken. A long term conundrum to be sure. But in the short term, it is an easy, albeit temporary, fix."

The nerves in her arm give a final, uncomfortable twinge. Then, as efficiently as they'd stripped them, Galeo's robotic arms reassemble her prosthetic's outer plating and screw it back into place. Once they've retracted out of the away, Ellicent clenches her fist and gives the elbow and shoulder joints a good flex.

"How does it feel now?" Galeo asks.

Ellicent opens her palm. Touches each finger to her thumb, one at a time. "Still a little stiff," she admits. "But it's always like that after it's been rewired. Should go away on its own; it usually does." She gives him a smile. "But other than that, it's perfect. Thank you."

"That's quite alright," Galeo says warmly. "And before you remark on it, do not worry about the mess. I'll have a servitor or two tend to it."

Ellicent's smile turns sheepish. "Thanks," she murmurs.

"Magos Galeo!"

Both Ellicent and the Magos turn around.

From the main entrance of the engineering chamber, almost too tall to fit through the doorway, approaches a broad figure clad in crisp white robes. His dark hair is shaved around the temples and grown into a short, well-kept mop on the top of his head. He's got the square, rugged face that all space marines have, though there's a kindly softness around his eyes that makes him stand out from many of his brothers.

"Greetings, Captain Ventris," Galeo says. "It has been a long time."

"I was hoping I'd find you here. I've something I need to discuss with you." Uriel Ventris' is cordial, but serious. When he sees Ellicent, however, he offers a smile. "Ellicent! How good to see you again."

Ellicent returns his smile. She hasn't known Ventris very long- hardly longer than a week, in fact. But that time has been more than enough for her decide that Ventris is, as they say, one of the good ones.

"Cap'n," she greets him with a casual half-salute. "Good to see you, too."

"Fortuitous, as well; I was hoping to find you here, too."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yes." Ventris' smile turns coy. It's an odd expression to see on a space marine, but somehow, he manages to pull it off. "I wanted to pass on that your sergeant is looking for you."

Suddenly, all of that sinking weight in Ellicent’s gut from before evaporates. "That so, huh?"

"Indeed it is," Ventris replies. "He'd have come himself, but he was stuck in a debriefing with the Chaplain. It should be wrapping up by now, though. If you head up to the situation room now, you'll probably catch him on his way out."

Ellicent looks at Galeo expectantly. The tech priest inclines his head in affirmation. "The other enginseers can finish things here," he says. "You are dismissed."

"Thank you," Ellicent says. Then, to Ventris. "Really was good seeing you again, Uriel. Take care of yourself, yeah?"

"I shall try," the captain replies with a chuckle. "As unto you."

With that, Ellicent leaves the two men to it. Headed down the corridor, bound for the nearest elevator.

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The situation room is on one of the centre most levels. Oval shaped with chamber-like walls and decorated ceiling, it has enough space to hold an entire company of space marines while still having room left over for seating and pict-projectors. At least that's what Gadriel has told her; Ellicent herself has never been inside. She's never been allowed. But she knows the way well enough. And after only two wrong turns, she finds herself standing before the enormous, automatic doors, currently sealed shut from the inside in the name of confidentiality. Ellicent takes up a spot on the wall beside them. Sliding down to sit of the floor, extending her necronian leg out in front of her. She thanks the Emperor everyday that she'd been allowed to keep it. The memory of her arm's failures- both today's and the dozens that have come before- are painfully fresh in her mind. She isn't sure if she could cope with a broken malfunctioning leg, too; she'd barely even be able to walk.

But it's not just that.

Absently, Ellicent holds her left hand in her right. It's larger that her necronian hand had been; the fingers are thicker, the edges of its metal more jagged. Each its fingertips are encased in ceramite, which is sharpened to points as sharp as talons. It's a monsterous looking thing, really. More similar in appearance to a torture device than a protesthetic limb. How surprising, then, that a device as fearsome as this is utterly repulsed by the machine spirits within Ellicent's body.

Or is it?

The rumble of the doors beside her opening distracts her from her spiralling thoughts. She gets to her feet just as the first of the space marines are leaving the room. There are nine in total. Six of whom, Ellicent recognises as being from squad Talasa- the same Astartes who'd rescued her, Gadriel and Titus from the Drukhari ship Dark Star, almost two weeks ago. They acknowledge Ellicent with curt, yet cordial nods. She returns the gestures in kind.

Chairon passes through next. The moment he spots Ellicent, his face breaks out into a grin. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the Lady Gadriel herself," he says. "What a pleasant sight to end a brief upon."

Ellicent bows her head in an exaggerated curtsy that borders on facetiousness. "Oh, my Lord Chairon, you flatter me so!"

Chairon chuckles. Already, she can see his retort sitting on his lips, but before he can open his mouth, he is pushed aside by someone at his back. "That's enough out of you. Remember to whom you're speaking."

Gadriel's tone is clipped, almost snappy. Standing beside Chairon now, his pretty, delicate features are prickly with irritation. Too much so to have been caused only by his brother's remarks.

"Easy, darling," Ellicent says, using the same tone she might if she were calming an agitated dog. "It's only banter." Walking up to him, she wraps both arms around his forearm. "Everyone here knows I only have eyes for you."

The bravado drains from Gadriel's face. Colour creeps up his neck to colour his cheeks, his silver hair and dull-coloured robes making it stand out all the more. Ellicent exchanges amused glances with Chairon. The other ultramarine gives her a little wave. "I'll see you two around, then," he says before taking his leave. Ellicent returns his wave, while Gadriel simply watch him go.

"You weren't actually jealous just now, were you?" Ellicent asks.

Gadriel looks at her sharply. "What? No, of course not."

Ellicent raises a dubious eyebrow. The red in Gadriel's cheeks deepens a little and he looks away with a scowl. "Fine," he murmurs. "But it wasn't... intentional."

"A symptom of some other frustration?"

"That's the one."

Ellicent runs her organic hand up and down his bare forearm, mindful not to disturb the neural ports embedded there. "Wanna talk about it?"

Gadriel sighs. "There's nothing really to say," he admits. "It's just that Throne-damned Chaplain, stirring the proverbial pot without cause or meaning."

"The Chaplain?" Ellicent's heart leaps into her throat.

Seeing it on her face, Gadriel adds hurriedly; "Don't worry, it's nothing to do with us. It's something else. Something that happened between Titus and I, way back during the Avax campaign."

"The Avax campaign..." Ellicent combs her memory. Realisation dawns. "You don't mean that... that thing with the astropath, do you?"

The look on Gadriel’s face is confirmation enough. Ellicent furrows her brow, both concerned and confused. "But why? That was years ago, wasn't it?"

"It was," Gadriel says bitterly. "But even so, the Chaplain hounds me about it. And the strangest part is that he doesn't even seem interested in why I was suspicious of Titus, either. Rather, he demands to know why I am no longer."

"Sounds like he's digging for dirt," Ellicent murmurs.

"That's exactly what it is," Gadriel replies. A line of tension feathers along his smooth, square jaw. "And it grates me like nothing else."

Ellicent bites her lip, but says nothing. Gadriel continues. "Titus doesn't deserve such suspicion. He never has. The only reasons I subjected him to it were my own, personal biases, and I was wrong to fall victim to them. Time and time again, I have explained this to the Chaplain. And still, he continues to press me. Because for whatever reason, he's convinced Titus is guilty of... I don't know. I don't even think he knows. I think that whoreson has some personal slight against the lieutenant, and he's trying to leverage my mistake to... well, as you said, to dig up dirt."

"Doesn't sound like behaviour very becoming of an Astartes chaplain."

Gadriel snorts. "Yes, well. It seems that not even space marines are immune to human pettiness."

Ellicent laughs, but only briefly. And afterwards, her demeanor is serious again. "There's something else though, isn't there?"

Gadriel makes a sound that's part wince, part sigh. She can practically feel the reluctance radiating from him. "Maybe," he says shortly.

Ellicent raises her eyebrows expectantly.

Gadriel sighs again. "I suppose I... I don't enjoy being reminded of it. Of Avax, I mean."

"Titus has forgiven you for it though, right?" Ellicent says.

He smiles pensively. "I don't think he even blamed me for it in the first place. Not even at the time. No, it's not that. It's..." He shakes his head. "I don't know. I just... I'd rather leave such things in the past, if I can. I don't like being reminded of my mistakes."

"I know you don't," Ellicent says gently. "You always were a perfectionist; not just in your actions, but your moral compass, too." Gently, she resumes rubbing his arm. "Always striving to keep it pointed north, no matter how impossible the situation might be."

"Avax wasn't an impossible situation," Gadriel murmurs. "It was my fault. My weakness-"

"Bullshit it was weakness. You were misinformed. You didn't know all the facts, and Titus wasn't exactly forthcoming with them, either, I might add."

"So it was his fault?"

"'Course not," Ellicent says. "He had his reasons at the time. Same as you. It was a shitty situation, and you both did what you felt you had to based on what you both knew. It's as simple as that."

Gadriel stares at the ground. His expression, however, isn't morose. It's thoughtful. He slips his arm out of her grip, putting his hand around her shoulders and gently pulling her into him. Her head comes to rest just below his armpit.

"You're right," he says finally. "I know you're right. Just a matter of actually believing it, now."

Ellicent leans into him, wrapping her arms around his middle. "You will. Just give it time. And if you forget, I'll remind you."

Gadriel chuckles. Against her ear, Ellicent feels the sound reverberating through his rib plate. "How did I ever make it this far without you?"

"From what I know? Through sheer luck and the mercy of the Emperor alone."

Gadriel laughs again. "You wound me, Ellie. You're not wrong, but you wound me nonetheless."

"Lucky they built you so tough, then," Ellicent smiles.

Gadriel squeezes her shoulder. "How about you, my love?" he asks. "The Magos has been good to you, I hope?"

The question is harmless, but Ellicent can hear the threat veiled thinly behind his tone. It makes her chuckle. "Don't worry, Galeo has been fantastic to me. Very respectful with his studies, and very patient in showing me all my new duties."

Gadriel gives a satisfied grunt. "And what about the new arm?"

Now, Ellicent falters. Her chest winds itself into a twisted knot, and she draws her left arm in close to her chest. "Yeah," she says. "Yeah it's... it's okay."

Gadriel pulls her closer to him. She glances up to find him chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Tell me," he says softly. "Is that "okay" as in you're okay? Or "okay" as in you don't want to talk about it yet?"

Ellicent swallows tightly. "The second one," she murmurs.

"I see." Squeezing her shoulder again, he drops to one knee so he is at her eye level. His expression is as gentle as his tone. "What do you need for that to change? Time? Privacy?"

"Second again," she replies. "It's... it's about the eighty percent."

Gadriel understands her meaning right away. "Alright. Head to our quarters, then. I will meet you there."

"You won't just come with?"

He clenches his jaw. Tenderly, he strokes her cheek with his thumb. "Not with the Chaplain and his staff slinking about," he says.

"Ah. Fair enough."

Rising to his full height once more, Gadriel flashes her a small, knowing smile. "I'll see you soon."

Ellicent nods. Still, her stomach feels like it's full of rocks, but the lump in her throat has shrunken a bit. As she parts ways with Gadriel, she clasps the bicep of her left arm. The cold of its metal bites her palm and fingertips. Even after holding it for several minutes, it refuses to warm even a little.

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Just as promised, Gadriel is already there when Ellicent arrives at their shared quarters. He's sitting at the head of their bunk, his back resting against the wall. The moment Ellicent steps inside, he's waving her over, ordering her to come and join him. With a soft-spoken laugh, Ellicent kicks off her boots and does just that.

Laying down within his arm, she curls up up against his broad, chiselled chest, draping an arm across his middle and resting her head in the crook of his shoulder. Gadriel's arm loops around her waist. In long, soothing strokes, he caresses her back with one giant hand. "Alright," he says softly. "Now, tell me; what's troubling you, my love?"

Ellicent bites her lip. A reluctant sigh escapes through her nose. "My arm," she finally says. "It had another spasm today. Galeo managed to fix it, but not permenantly."

"Why not?" Gadriel asks.

"'Cause of my implants. The bionics keep rejecting them. No matter how many adjustments Galeo makes or new models he builds, same thing always happens." Ellicent pauses. Fingers of dejection creep into her voice. "They hook up to my body, see all the alien tech inside me, and their spirits just freak."

"Sounds like the Magos' problem, no?"

Ellicent stares at her hand, the one resting on Gadriel's belly. "No," she murmurs. "No. It's... it's me. I'm the problem."

A beat of silence passes. Taut with undeclared sadness. Gadriel breaks it with a soft, gentle question. "Why would you think that?"

"Because it's true," Ellicent says quietly. "Or it feels true, at least. Feels like I'm... tainted. Or damaged. Or... or just plain wrong."

She rambling a little now, letting all the doubts and terrible things her thoughts have spun spill out into the open air. With every one she says, her throat closes over a little more. Tightening her voice and bringing tears to her eyes. Gadriel listens dutifully. But as she goes on, the hand around her waist tightens and she hears his breath hitch. "Forgive me, but I must to stop you there. I can't bear listening to you talk like that any longer."

His tone suggests he's personally offended. Despite herself, it makes Ellicent laugh. "Gadriel-"

"I'm serious, Ellie." He covers the hand she has resting across his middle with his- none other than her prosthetic one- and squeezes it tightly. Even with its imperfect nerves, Ellicent feels it no less potently. "For Terra's sake, you're not tainted or damaged. You're a survivor. You should bear your implants like battle scars; evidence of your overcoming impossible odds with your dignity and humanity intact. That's how I see them. And everyone else who cares for you- the Magos, my brothers- that's how they see them, too."

"The laws of the Imperium might disagree."

"You mean the same laws that believed Demetrian Titus a heretic?"

That makes Ellicent smirk. "Fair point, that."

Tilting his head down, Gadriel plants a long kiss on the crown of her head. "It's more than fair," he whispers. "It's the truth, Ellie. I mean that."

Befoee she has the chance to swallow them, tears are welling in Ellicent’s eyes. An invisible weight has evaporated from her chest, and suddenly her prosthetic doesn't feel so cold and stiff.

She kisses Gadriel lightly on the collarbone, then on the side of his neck. "Thank you," she whispers.

Gadriel pulls her closer. "Anytime," he whispers back.

"You're the best."

"I know."

"You know?"

"Of course; you wouldn't have settled for me if I weren't."

Despite the tears in her eyes, Ellicent can't help but smile. "That was a good save. For a second there, you almost sounded arrogant."

"Who, me? I would never."

Her smile breaks as she starts laughing. From Gadriel's attempt at humour, sure, but more than anything, it's from the sudden, overwhelming release of tension from her body. She hadn't realised how bad it'd been; how tightly insecurity had been clutching her, how frayed anxiety had left her nerves.

And all it had taken to relieve both was a but few moments in Gadriel's arms.

This is why Ellicent loves him. Why, in the moments where she'd lost all hope, she'd drawn strength from him instead. He completes her. He balances her. He fills the gaps in her mind and mends the holes in her heart. And he does it all without even having to try.

Eventually, after her laughter has died away, Ellicent lifts her head gazes up at Gadriel. Even from this angle, he's inhumanly handsome. Another thing she loves about him. "I ran into Ventris earlier. He told me you were looking for me. Needed me for something."

Gadriel's eyes widen slightly, as if only just remembering. "That's right, I did. I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Well, go on then," Ellicent says.

"There's someone I want you to meet. A baseline woman. A kind soul, but a lonely one. She could use a friend like you, and I believe you'd like her a lot, too."

"Oh yeah? What's her name."

A smile colours Gadriel's voice. "Lady Mirian Valerius."

"Valerius? As in House Valerius?!"

"The one and only."

Ellicent gapes at him. The faculty for speech has fled her entirely. "But- how? Why? How did she even-"

Gadriel interrupts her babbling with a chuckle. "It's a long story from what I've heard. But it is also hers to tell."

Ellicent just blinks at him. "I-" she eventually stammers. "Are you sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well... You know. Would it be safe? I mean, she's a noblewoman. If she were to learn... what I am-"

"What happened to you, you mean," Gadriel corrects.

Ellicent smiles. In gratitude she nuzzles her face into his neck. "Sorry, what happened to me. If she were to learn of that, what if she... I don't know... told someone? Someone powerful?"

"If I thought she might do that," Gadriel says. "I would never have suggested it."

Ellicent can't disagree with him there. "Alright. I'll try and track her down."

"Thank you." She feels his lips press against the top of her head. "Make sure you tell me how it goes."

Ellicent nods against his chest. "I will."

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[stolaz-the-artist]

May you make a murder drones au of nexo knights Please 😢

MURDER DRONES SPOILER WARNING

I mean yeah, that's kind of obvious.

This Is gonna be a loooong post. Longest ask I've worked on.

I didn't need to make so many drawings but I had so much fun I just kind of had to.

im gonna do everyone a favor and kind of digitalize my writing under each page, just in case its hard to read.

Serial Designator C

"I don't know because you won't tell me!"

"Oh please don't run! if I miss it will just prolong your suffering"

"Oh i do wanna be dapper *sigh* but alas"

Clay: Are you . . . new drones?

Macy: Uh, sure?

Clay: Hm. . . Well I have been saying we need more bots

Serial Designator W

"C-100110010! HOW DARE YOU LOCK YOUR MOTHER UP!? You let me out this instant!"

"Wait . . . Prom queen?"

Lance: He's literally so ungrateful. Like you're so cool.

"How did you even manage to knock yourself offline?"

*Rebooting. . .*

"If the other one survived after all this time it's truly a miracle"

Serial Designator F (Fletch)

Post limb change

Him and Izzy are very close friends (She think its cool when its revealed he's a Disassembly drone)

Was "adopted" by two worker drones (That W killed in an attempt to get him back)

He's a bit taller due to his torso, but because his legs cant fully support him, he's constantly hunching

"Im so tired of this shit"

Gets called names like • Loose-limb Fletch

•Drop-A-Limbs

•Disjoint-Drone

•Snap-off Fletch

Fletch: WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?

Wanda: Literally barely anything. Just put the right limbs on

Wanda: Like what kind of idiot tried to connect Worker drone limbs to a Disassembly drone torso?

Macy Doorman

"Huh, knew illegal downloading all those Ned Knightly movies would come in handy"

"EAT PLASMA BITCH!"

Macy: One more buzzword and I'll do it

Jestro: . . . Equity Partnersh-

"Oh bite me"

Clay: Now im pretty new to this "Rebelling" stuff. But uh, do I have to fight my mom? Its just that-

Macy: YES!

Clay: sighhh Fine, lets do this

Aaron

"The hell happened to you?"

Aaron: So do you think they like video games?

Lance: Doubt it

Aaron: Then why are we here?

Lance: Blackmail

Aaron: Oh fair

One of Macy's best friends (And the friend she's had the longest)

"Super invited to my shindig next week"

Aaron, whispering: I mean, he's fun sized?

*sizzle*

Aaron, whispering: Ok so not fun

Macy: whispering: OH REALLY!?

Lance

Axl: Where's Macy

Lance: She went out

Axl: Out? Have she lost her mind?

Lance: Think so. Oh and Aaron went with her

Axl: Excuse me?

Lance: Yeah . .

Phone focus cuz tiny space

Wanda: This is so shit

Lance: I know right

Fashionista. Yes he knows there are non flip phones, he has one, but it just doesn't meet the same level of sass as a clip phone

Lance: Do you understand what will happen if you go out there? Let me spell it out; D-E-A-T-H! Are you out of your-

Aaron: I'll come lol

Lance: Yeah, no. You two gp enjoy dying. The hell you think this is, a shitty horror movie?

Axl

"Im gone for 5 min to get some actual edible snacks and everyone is dead!?"

Accidentally gave her the gun idea

Really fixated on food, spends a lot of time recreating food

His bigger legs make him a bit less flexible, but he packs a mean kick (home made)

Axl: There we go!

Lance: Aren't you worried someones actually gonna drink it thinking its actually edible- or drinkable I guess

Lance: But idk, people are pretty stupid here

Axl: Hm, no you're right

Decoration don't drink u'll die lol

Serial Designator J

"its tricked you! and if I promised you anything . . . It tricked me too . . ."

"Ha-ha! I-am so good-at-hiding!"

Is AD's most "trusted" worker (And with ,pst trusted I mean most easily manipulated)

Clay: What will the company do to us once we're done? How do we know the company wont get rid of us?

Jestro: Awh, im so sorry. You know the consequences of questioning the company

*virus*

Clay: Hm, fair enough

Monstrux

Merlok

Absolute Destruction

"The flesh demands invitation"

"Dropped this-silly"

Pre-skinning Merlok

Robot view

Monstrux: You look g-great, toots! hm . .

Monstrux: Have you considered a hat-tho

~*~

There's a few extra sketches I did for fun lying around, and if ya'll want that (plus the story line of what's happening) just tell me I would include it here but this is painfully long enough

(Oh and all relationships are kinda neutral here. They don't entirely line up with the show. Ship whoever I don't care)

Anyways, this took weeks to make (cuz of studying and the fact I got sick in the middle of it) but im rather happy with what I have came up with!

Always feel free to make asks like this! I enjoy them a lot! might take a while for them to come out cuz of school but I'll do my best!

(Also I'm aware some are a bit out of character, it was for comedic purposes)

[ria-777]

There is not enough letters in the alphabet for me to tell you how much I love you

G - Grateful

Accepting that she loved Keith the way she did was complicated for Pidge at first. She was barely starting to figure out how friendships worked and soon, she was beginning to realize there was a thing that just drew her to him more compared to the others.

The only friend she ever had before was Matt, since, according to Lance, Bae Bae and her robots don't even count. Not like he thought her brother did. It had been a long time since she stopped caring, the green paladin was getting used to her nonexistent social life.

So yeah, the idea that she had people who were interested in spending time with her and were always willing to offer her help when she needed was a new concept to the girl.

But having someone who made her heart beat faster whenever they smiled at her, who made her shy and some many other things...

Pidge couldn't fathom ever getting used to that. In her opinion, it was way too out of character for herself.

The green paladin may not be an expert at love, she still knew how it usually went. You start having a crush on someone. Then, you try finding out if they feel the same. And finally, you confess.

A universe where Keith didn't reject her seemed impossible.

Guess she had no choice but to appreciate their current friendship.

*******

It was nice of Keith to offer her some help in improving her training techniques. Her mind may be the sharpest of the team, her fighting skills were still lacking in some areas. Mostly when it came to hand-to-hand combat.

"Come on Pidge, I know you can do it. You just need to be more confident in your movement, it is obvious you keep hesitating. We're here to learn, making mistakes is totally fine."

Lance and Hunk exaggerated when they talked about how awful it was to train with Keith. He wasn't screaming at her or calling her lazy like they said he would.

Taking a deep breath, the green paladin nodded as she stood up. She was tired, her legs felt like jelly, but her teammate was trying so hard to assist her, she couldn't let him down that easily.

"Ok, I'm ready."

Before she knew it, the red paladin was already charging in her direction. Like he instructed her, Pidge used her size as an advantage to dodge his attack more swiftly.

However, she was facing the same problem as usual; she was able to prevent getting hit, but she was still on the defensive and not the offensive. Every time she tried, Keith would grab her and win the sparring match because she was concentrating too much on landing a hit and forgot to stay alert.

All she needed was to find an opening that wouldn't put her at a disadvantage...

There!

The green paladin managed to duck at the last tick when he charged at her, grabbed his shirt and used her weight to throw him like Shiro taught her.

The only problem was that she was so concentrating on keeping her grip on him firm that she forgot to let go of his clothes and went down with her teammate, falling on top of him.

…

"Does that count as a win?" Keith stared back at her wordlessly before slowly nodding, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Yay! I won!" exclaimed the girl when a wave of exhaustion hit her.

Pidge's body immediately relaxed, using her hands as a fan. "Umm Pidge, could you..." Keith looked her up and down instead of finishing his sentence. Was his face red? Oh right, now would be an appropriate time to get off of him. "Sorry."

She offered a hand, which he gladly accepted. "I did good, right?"

The suddenness of the action surprised her. Keith had ruffled her hair as he smiled gently, it was most probably the softest smile she had ever seen on his face since they met, as he gazed into her eyes. "You did amazing. With more practice, I'm sure you'll become a great opponent."

*******

Since then, anytime he could, Keith would pet her hair while never breaking eye contact for a few ticks. Pidge could swear she was going to die of a heart attack if he didn't stop soon.

And now, he wasn't only doing this when he was impressed with something she had done, any time apparently became a good opportunity for him. If he wanted to greet her in the morning, to tell her, "goodnight," to grab her attention when it was his turn to come fetch her to eat or just because he "felt like it."

Everybody noticed at some point, but no one said a word.

Maybe she was also acting strangely, usually, if anyone touched her hair without her permission, which she never gave, Pidge would tell them off.

She never asked Keith to stop.

She already had a bunch of excuses to give if anyone asked her, but secretly, she knew, seeing his cheeks turn a light shade of red when he walked away did something inside of her.

*******

"You're truly extraordinary."

"We're so lucky to have you with us."

"You never give up on people, that has to be one of your best qualities."

"Anyone would be considered lucky to have you in their lives."

"My, your brain will never cease to amaze me, how can you know so much?"

"You should tie your hair up more often; it looks cute."

Those phrases were always said with so much emotion in his voice and she couldn't understand what exactly was that tone. She just knew she liked the difference compared to his usual stoic one.

What could this all mean?

*******

Space was beautiful, Pidge knew that ever since she was a little kid, staring up in delight at the starry sky with Matt.

It was even more mesmerizing with Keith sitting next to her, no one else in sight.

She hadn't expected him to speak, nor to place his hand on top of hers. At this moment, she felt as if a spell was finally broken.

"I'm grateful to have you in my life. I'll do anything to keep you here."

Oh.

Oh.

Maybe she did have a chance with the first boy she truly liked.

*******

(Posted on ao3 and Wattpad)

Note:

So much has happened since I last updated this fic! My last year in secondary school is soon over, today I had my French ministry exam that’s worth 50%, so you better not fail it or no diploma. I also finally went to see a doctor because I sleep like 4h a night and I’m constantly exhausted so now I’m waiting for the results for my blood test. AND I had my last secondary school art exposition last week, in the end of the month, my brother and I are going to see Pierce the veil (can’t wait!!) And I leave for New York tomorrow morning for a school trip with a bunch of my friends (I hope we’ll have no problems crossing the border).

So yeah, amongst all of that, I’m trying to rebuilt my love for art and writing and I hope I can manage!

Thank you so much for still reading!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57811132/chapters/168300556

[ifearzombies]

Headcanons about Living in the HOL

1- [x]

2- [x]

3- [x]

Now for more!

- You have suggested therapy to the brothers. A lot. They still haven’t agreed, but you’re going to keep trying because even with you doing all you do FUCKING HELL do these boys have trauma to deal with.

- You’ve gone down and visited Lilith’s memorial in the basement a several times. You talk to her and occasionally lay a flower on her ‘grave’ and thank her for helping you in the small ways she’s been able to.

- You hired an artist to make a family portrait and have everyone in it; even Lilith. It hangs in the living room over the fireplace.

- You’ve grown to... tolerate Solomon’s cooking. You’ve told him point blank that the food isn’t really edible. You’ve told him he’s terrible at cooking. But it’s in one ear and out the other. It normally goes as such:      MC: “Solomon. Honey. I love you. But your cooking is rancid!”      Solomon: “You love me?!” 8D “Let me make you dinner!”

- Diavolo has plans for you to eventually teach at RAD. Mostly to teach about Earth history and cultures; which has led to you studying extra hard and wondering why Solomon isn’t going to be helping you teach since he’s lived through history. But Diavolo’s plan is for him to teach ancient languages.

- You spend some nights at the palace every month. The brothers always get jealous when you go. Especially when you come back with a tell-tale limp. Or being carried back home.

- You were sadly at ground zero when Luke snuck into Asmo’s room and his innocence became lost since Asmo had porn of himself playing on his laptop and was ‘enjoying’ it (because of course he faps to videos of himself). You tried to stop the little angel but he’s like an actual child and darts the moment you blink. Simeon was outraged, but you pointed out that Luke didn’t knock. Asmo was glad you stuck up for him because he was certain he was headed for a bath of holy water otherwise. It took Luke a month before he could stand to be around Asmo again. It took longer for Luke to look at him again.

- Since Satan is not allowed to have a real cat (not that Satan cares as he has at least 10 ‘hidden’ ones), Mammon bought him a realistic robot cat for his room. Satan nearly cried tears of joy. Satan did cry when a book-a-lance fell and broke it. Lucifer replaced it so that Satan didn’t start destroying stuff once the sadness went away.

- Lucifer knows about the cats. He lets Satan think it’s a secret so that Satan won’t try to get an amount that would be noticeable. You found this out when you went to bring Lucifer some coffee and found him petting one of Satan’s cats. You were sworn to secrecy.

- You tried edible underwear with Beel once. And only once. He accidentally bit your thigh and you have small scars from the indents of his teeth. He felt awful about it, still does, and anytime he’s between your legs for fun he kisses the scars in apology. Also he found the rest of the edible underwear you’d intended to use with others and ate them like a snack. You’ve decided to not bother with them anymore.

- Belphie and Satan ask you to every Anti-Lucifer League meeting. If you don’t attend, they email you the minutes of their meeting to see if you wanna join in in pranks.

- Despite your bedroom lock being enchanted, Diavolo can and has waltzed into your room and started cuddling you. Barbatos chastizes him every time as he comes in with him, but it still happens.

- You have shown Simeon the movie ‘Sister Act’. It’s now his favorite movie. You two sometimes sing ‘Ave Maria’ together, stomping and clapping the beat. Luke joins in when he can.

-You had a custom plush made for Levi of his goldfish. He cried tears of joy and it now sits in a glass case in his room.

[emiplayzmc]

Y'know what, frick it - random post to add onto my previous Addison ref sheet with random Addison / Spamton headcanons, complete with worldbuilding stuff as well :D

Long post under the cut, ^^"

Part 1: Body Reference Sheet + Anatomy Headcanons

Part 3: Main 4 Designs

-Addisons are highly advanced AI models based around human / Lightner minds. Because of that, they are VERY social people! It's rare to see any Addison that doesn't have even a single person it considers a friend or family member or SO, and those end up being pretty tight-knit relationships.

-Being robots, Addisons are unable to have any biological relations. However, it's very common for Addisons to have family members - just in a nonbiological sense! Basically, if they form a strong enough connection with someone and spend enough time with them, their CPU's are wired to think 'oh hey. this person is my sibling :)' Sibling relations are the most common familial bond between Addisons, but occasionally there are some with parent/child relations.

-Adding onto the last one, I like to see the main Blue, Yellow, Pink, and Orange Adds as being siblings to Spamton, :D The blue and yellow Addisons are the eldest, Spamton and the pink Add are close in age (Spamton being the younger one), and the orange one is the youngest.

-Addisons all use the name 'Addison' as their last name, along with a first name that reflects the type of advertising that they work in / represent (Examples: Click, Banner, Radio). Naturally, this results in a lot of similar names if there are Addisons who work in the same advertisement field. Thus, Addisons have middle names as well, and those function like last names for them.

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-Not all Addisons have the same shade of colour to their casing, so that's a defining feature that many of them have - no two Addisons are the same colour (besides an Addison and their Copycat. More on that later in the post)! (Example image below)

-When stressed, different colours of Addisons have different ways of their systems starting to overcompensate - Orange Addisons overheat, Pink Addisons overfrost, Yellow Addisons produce a lot more static electricity that can occasionally jump to other people and objects, and Blue Addisons are the only ones out of the bunch that can actually perspire!  White Addisons / Glitches just overheat.

-Different colours of Addisons are typically glitches in the system - in other words, the Cyber World got confused when making the code for a specific Addison, thus making their colours glitch and mix with two or more Addison colours, resulting in Green (Yellow and Blue mixed colours), Purple (Pink and Blue mixed colours) and White Addisons (all colours at once). White Addisons are the rarest glitches, and only one White glitch is known to exist - Spamton. However, the other glitch colours are still less in population than the other main four colours. There are no other known glitch colours.

-Addisons don’t really age!  Physically or mentally.  As long as they have consistent repairs and take good care of their bodies, they essentially are immortal.  Dented leg?  Just get it repaired!  Destroyed faceplate?  They have replacements available!  Faulty CPU?  Tricky, but the Ambyu-Lances should be able to get it fixed up properly! They spawn in when the Cyber World creates their code as fully functional adult-minded Addisons.

-Adding to the last one, that only difference between a newly created Addison and an Add that's been around for a while is that new Addis pretty much have a one-track mind - find a job and start working. Over time, their minds develop more of their personalities, life views, opinions, etc. It usually takes about three to four months for an Addison's CPU to be like that of a fully operational adult human.

-When working a job, Addisons usually own their own storefront websites by themselves, but a few other Addisons have employees or work for other people - the ones with employees are usually the more successful Addisons in the city, like 'Big Shot' era Spamton.

-Yellow Addisons are filled with static energy as a result of their electrical magic. Therefore, their magic is a lot more physically damaging than other Addisons’ magic, and it’s quite easy for them to use. And, even without using magic, they can usually use that static electricity anyway like a reserve of power. Basically? Be friends with a Yellow Addison, and you'll never have to worry about losing power again. They can just come over and jumpstart a dead battery or turn the lights back on in your house :)

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-The Cyber World has a Dark Web side to the city - basically, it's a shadier part of Cyber City that's less in population, but the large majority of its residents are scam artists, criminals, et cetera. The Dark Web has its own Addisons as well, though they don't occur naturally.

-The Dark Web Addisons are known as Copycats / Trojan Addisons (though Trojans are a less common term for them). They only spawn in if a naturally spawned Addison enters the Dark Web side of the city. Basically, they're mirror versions of the Addison themself, usually holding most of the same personality traits, advertisement types, and personal styles as the Addison they copied, though in a way that's meant to scam and trick people.

-Copycats usually spawn with the same name as the one they're copying, but some change their names to better fit THEIR OWN purposes (example: an Addison named Click has a Copycat of themselves - the Copycat decides to name themselves 'Clickbait'). Not all Copycats are scammers, but most are.

-The only physical difference between an Addison and their Copycat is a marking on the Copycat's shoulder - they usually have a symbol like the Web Browser (the globe made of blue lines?), but with a neon green eye in the center of it.

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The brainrot over these fictional salesmen is enormous right now, thank you for coming to my TED talk

[itsvriskabitch]

I hate when people babify the Homestuck boys’ actions to make them more ‘likable’ to them and then immediately just make them uninteresting.

Usually I am talking about Eridan on this blog but I remembered once hearing that Tavros wasn’t really trying to kill Vriska and I, sigh.

I think Usually, correct me if I’m wrong, running someone through with a huge lance kills people.

I don’t understand being a Tavros fan and toning this one down, Tavos’ robot legs self esteem arc is incredibly interesting, it’s him trying to be Vriska and having it proved to him over and over that he Shouldn’t be. He should be Tavros. He didn’t want to kill Vriska in the usual sense but he was trying to, and he was also trying to want to. Its a big deal!

He did kill Jake Harley though. Deserved? Probably.

It just kind of reminds me of that one post where someone was like: This would make Vriska more likeable and better, and all the improvements were just making her uninteresting and an awful character. And also not disabling Tavros ‘as bad’ and not permanently blinding Terezi. Which I need to stop talking about that post because its the most ableist fucking, disability as tragedy BULLSHIT ever. Like god damn trying to kill someone and paralysing them isn’t More Bad on your end then trying to kill someone and breaking their leg non permanently. You still tried to kill your friend?? Just say you have weird opinions on disability and fucking go!

[dynared]

The Voltron movie is finally moving forward with filming dates confirmed, sets being built, and a cast being rounded out, with a mostly unknown newcomer and Henry Cavill, fresh off of bashing his head into a glass ceiling trying to get a Warhammer 40k series going at Amazon. (I would not be surprised if that project stalled out and he was offered a lead role in Voltron as a compensation prize so he can earn some money).

And for reasons I'll never fully comprehend, I'm back on the Hopium that this will be a standout example of a Western-made mecha property, combining Japanese-style super robots with Hollywood budgets to create a billion-dollar hit at the box office.

This is after the West's near endless stream of failures at the genre, usually doomed by writers up their own asses who view anything with robots more complicated than a refrigerator with two legs and some guns as a glorified toy commercial and therefore immoral and needing to be changed. Take for instance Legendary Defender's writers admitting in interviews they fought to use Voltron less, hence the show bombing and WEP happy to erase it from the collective internet (as it deserves). Or gen:Lock writing in the first page of its artbook and inscribing in a plaque above the head writer's office "This show is about the characters". Its production company, Rooster Teeth, ceased operations in May, and while its sister show RWBY was sold to Viz Media for future use, gen:Lock is still for sale from Warner Bros, although I don't see anyone coming out to buy it.

So far, Amazon MGM and WEP, Inc are doing all the right things for this movie, whether purposefully or coincidentally. They're letting the rights to Legendary Defender on Netflix expire two years before the movie's targeted release date of 2026 so the show vanishes from the internet and none of the actors, directors, or crew have to hear the phrases "Klance", "Sheith", "fiction affects reality", or "Gays In Space." They're hiring Henry Cavill, a guy who still has a fair amount of sympathy from the general public for his ill-fated roles as Superman (being caught square in the Snyder drama) and Geralt of Rivera (where the longtime fan of The Witcher books and games objected to the considerable liberties taken by the show's writers and was shown the door), which as a bonus for Bob Koplar, will probably attract the Snyderbros to the super robot movie and provide a very different tenor to the fandom than VLD had, chasing that rapidly dwindling fandom out the door. Bob Koplar has spoken repeatedly at VoltCon conventions about wanting to capture the spirit of the original 80s series while repeatedly expressing distaste for Legendary Defender.

The main issues at this point are "What is the plot?" and "How big is the budget?" The rumor as per those same VoltCon panels where Koplar flat out said Dreamworks "did not get Voltron" is that we will be getting five new characters, rather than the usual crew of Keith, Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Sven/Shiro. I'm all in favor of this because it means one less connection to Legendary Defender, but it also probably means the movie will be about an alien invasion of Earth with our super robot the only thing able to repel the invaders. As for the budget, we don't know that either, but given that the rights started a bidding war between Amazon MGM as well as other big companies like Warner Bros, Paramount, and Universal (Netflix was reportedly uninterested because of how badly VLD went) as well as reports from Australia citing shortages of set builders because of the high demand for them at the Voltron set, we could potentially be looking at a blockbuster with a blockbuster budget.

I'll guess we'll know soon. Filming is scheduled, as per Production List to begin at the end of December, which means over the next two months we'll probably see the rest of the cast rounded out and get a hard number for the budget. But there might be a reason to hope that the series is a super robot movie that the West deserves, and not another VLD or gen:Lock styled trainwreck from writers who don't get it.

[terrahlee-cup]

So SOMEONE got me excited about an AU. I wonder who could possibly have done that. @mousermayhem

"Get. Out." The words had him scrambling to his feet despite the way his vision was swimming. They'd been kind enough to drop him by a door at least, so he didn't have to go far to obey the order. A glance back revealed just what he'd expected: cold eyes without a hint of sympathy or remorse. So, he made his way through the tunnels, his only company the trail of blood he left behind.

He had nowhere to go. This was probably how he died. Looking at the deep gouges in his thigh wasn't exactly stopping precious blood from slowly pooling on the floor. Thinking back to what had started all of this, maybe there was… something he could try. If his own counterpart was so willing to help people he had statues in the city then maybe...

It was a hellish trek, every last bit of his mind focused on just. Getting. There. At least his sense of direction hadn't failed him yet. Panting, claws digging into a building's wall, but he could see it. His last chance. If they decided to kill him, leave him to his fate, he wouldn't be able to make it anywhere else even if he had another place to try. He'd never been particularly lucky, but maybe just this once. Maybe just this one time.

Dragging his feet over the last bit of distance, he ground his teeth against the fire that lanced through him at every step. He was almost there. He could feel bones grinding every time he shifted his weight. He could rest soon. The adrenaline was gone.

His hand missed the pager several times as he slowly lost the fight against gravity. Legs shaking from the effort of holding himself up, panic rising until, -click-. He made it. He… made it. Mission completed, he let himself slump to the ground. His part was done. He'd never really believed in an afterlife, but maybe it would be nice. Somewhere… warm.

…

…

…

Donnie jumped, the buzzing sound unwelcome so late at night. Not even Mikey seemed pleased by the noise, squinting at the small screen by the door like it had personally insulted him. It was eventually Leo who sighed and went to check who was at the building's entrance. The extended silence that followed finally drew Donnie and Mikey to their brother's side, the image that greeted them handily explaining his shock. "Uh, do I need glasses or is that Dark Raph just… sitting outside?"

"No, you're seeing it right, unless we all need our eyes checked."

"Donnie, go warn Cody and Serling, we need to see why he's here." With a nod Donnie turned to find the teen and his caretaker, leaving Leo and Mikey to watch the screen.

"He's not doing too much Leo… dya think he's asleep?" Leo shook his head.

"I don't know, Mikey. I'm worried they're just trying to lure us outside… I wouldn't put something like this past them."

"But we just fought them earlier, seems kinda quick." Leo just shrugged. Donnie returned a few moments later, so they headed down to the main entrance. When Mikey opened the door all three turtles were prepared for an attack. Instead, silence greeted them. Nothing happened. Looking to the side revealed Raph's counterpart slumped against the wall with- Donnie gasped, quickly kneeling beside the unconscious turtle to check for a pulse. The growing pool of blood on the concrete was much more obvious up close than it had been over the camera.

"He's alive, but he's not doing well. We need to get him inside. If this is meant to be some kind of trap… they've gone way too far." Getting the turtle inside and up the the penthouse ended up a quiet affair. Even Mikey stayed focused when he knew just how serious the situation was. Thankfully robots did most of the medical work. Unfortunately, that left the turtles themselves to stare at the list of injuries the bots' scans uncovered.

"This wasn't a trap, Leo. They aren't… I don't think they'd be this cruel for something they planned together." Donnie stared at the list in horror. Multiple fractures, a dislocated hip, deep gouges in his thigh and tail— it seemed more like the story of a captive trying to escape than their dark counterparts trying to trick them.

"What I don't understand is what would make them do something like this. It doesn't make sense." They had several questions and no answers, at least until the other turtle woke up. 

"I'm uh, going to get him some blankets. I'll be back." With that said Mikey slipped out of the room. Donnie watched him leave before turning back to the oldest,

"One of us is going to have to give some blood, by the way." Leo sighed.

They were playing games the next afternoon when Donnie finally got the ping that Dark Raph was waking up. Mikey was gone before he even had a chance to say anything, and the older siblings shared an amused look before getting up to follow him.

Mikey was waiting just inside the medbay, only going into the room proper when Donnie and Leo caught up. Most of the larger turtle was hidden under the frankly impressive number of blankets the youngest had brought in the night before, but the tip of his tail that was visible was flicking. Donnie took a spot in front of the computer, while Leo and Mikey hovered nearby to wait.

It took a few minutes, but eventually bleary, pale yellow eyes opened. There were several slow blinks before eyes widened and the turtle shot up, hissing when he strained his injuries. Instantly Mikey was at his side guiding him to lay back down, whereas Leo and Donnie's hands had gone to their weapons. "Woah, careful! You're okay dude. Take it easy!" When Mikey wasn't attacked, the other turtle actually listening to the instructions, the older two slowly relaxed.

When he kept panting, eyes squinted from pain, Donnie got up to give their brother's counterpart some extra pain medication. Now that the situation seemed to be sinking in, Dark Raph calmed down significantly. "You… helped."

"Of course we did! We couldn't just leave you out there like that." At that the other turtle huffed, completely melting into the nest of blankets. Mikey grinned, "Comfy right? This place has so many of them and they're so soft." Dark Raph hummed and gave a small nod in reply.

"He's probably going to pass out again with those meds kicking in, Mikey. Give him some space, okay?" Mikey made a show of pouting about it, but did back away so that Donnie could coax the turtle into drinking something before he fell back asleep. After readjusting the blankets Donnie turned to look back at the computer. "He's doing a bit better at least… he might stay awake next time? I can't make any promises, though."

"Hey, we know he isn't going to attack us now too! He didn't fight with me at all."

"That might just be the drugs, Mikey."

[the-radio-demon-blog]

A drone buzzed by Alastor's new radio tower, constructed after Adam destroyed the last hotel. It stopped at the only open window, a robotic arm extended from the bottom. Clamped in the the claw of the arm was a small metal disk, about 2" across. Inlayed in the middle of the of the disk was a smaller dome that shone sapphire in the scarlet light of the pride ring. Underneath the disk the flat metal glinted with the insignia of VoxTek.

The robotic claw ejected the disk through the window, where it landed right in front of Alastor. ﮩ٨ـﮩ"Alastor! How're you doing old pal?"ﮩ٨ـ

A hologram sprang from the the disk, Vox sitting on his "throne." Cables spraying from his head in all directions.

Alastor was sitting with his legs neatly crossed and with a cu of coffee in his hand. His ears perked at the sound of Vox's grating voice. He spun in his chair with his gleaming golden smile awash in the blue light.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to knock, Vox?" Alastor smirked and placed his coffee in a saucer, lancing his hands. His head titled, radio dials swirling in the muted red of his eyes. "Whatever you have to say better be worth disturbing my peace and quiet, hm?" Alastor leaned back in his chair. "We wouldn't want a repeat of last time, would we?"

[sparrowindisguise]

Hi i'm having a bad day

Can you info dump to me? :3 /nf

Okay I'm going to info dump to you about my Spider-Man/x men OCs. spoilers for Spider-Man into the spider-verse

( also sorry that you're having a bad day I hope it gets better 💗💗💗💗)

It's late so I will make a coherent info-dump later okay okay this is purely just word vomit

Okay so I have three Spider-Man characters that are related to each other Peter Jane Parker Mary Jane Parker and Gwendolyn Jane Parker they're all named after already existing Spider-Man characters by the way anyways so Peter and MJ are twins Peter worked at Alchemist when the collider in miles is Universe went off but instead of bringing him to miles's universe the portal brought him to the X-Men universe that's where he met all the X-Men stuff but his sister didn't know that she thought he died when the Alchemist building collapse after the portal and if you ever seen Spider-Man into the spider-verse you know how the glitches happen if you're in a different Universe for so long well that happened to Peter but not in the same exact way his cells in his literally started to kill themselves so he had to basically turn into a robot or he would have died also Gwendoline the youngest sister was born after Peter got sucked into a different dimension fun fact Peter is actually trans and his dad name was Gwendolyn and the reason why his mother gave this new child his dead name was because she was homophobic and yeah fun stuff

But I also have like a few other X-Men X-Men characters I have like five honestly we have Jamie Vivian another character I don't have a name for yet and Lance

So Jamie and Vivian are siblings I realizing the common theme about siblings in these stories but anyways their powers are that they have kind of these spider legs I can like retract back into their back like Wolverine's claws and they're also immune to poison Lance's power is that he's like the stretchy guy from Fantastic Four that's literally it and the other one that doesn't have a name she she doesn't have a power either and I'm still working on her but she is gambits biological daughter that he I don't want to say abandoned but he left her and some funny s*** happens with Magneto and you know how much I hate that guy like I hate him so much anyways I digress So Jamie and Vivian kind of like adopted by the whole entirety of the X-Men but funny thing Jamie absolutely despised Wolverine when they first met like they hated each other they hated each other so much then like Vivian she is the younger sister got really attached over it and Jamie and Wolverine kind of weren't to coexist basically also Lance is an ass but we love him in this household

[jizzlords]

ty lis for reading my mind about thinking of character inspirations lol. same brain, really. feel like i'm missing someone but anyway.

1. OOGIE BOOGIE: his voice, for starters. the glowing eyes. the music he's associated with (blues/jazz). vivid coloring in a few scenes he's in. his loud personality. antagonist. Ozzie was kind of introduced to us as an antagonist. I'm not totally opposed to him being one (i'm sure he is one in some demon's/exorcists stories). Ozzie fucks around with people ( ex: Moxxie for the song ), Oogie fucks around with people but usually w/ bad intent. plus both have " minions ". :')

2. LANCE STRONGBOW: NOT JUST FOR HIS VOICE ACTOR, I SWEAR. i didn't know he voiced Ozzie until Red told me. BUT! Lance is a fun guy. can flirt. how he and Eugene are, I kind of see Lucifer/Ozzie. PLUS he's a big guy. charming, friendly/extremely social, strong + partner-in-crime, has a warm air to him (probably due to us seeing how he and Eugene interact since they're close), can fuck someone up.

3. METTATON: those who get it, WILL get it. the reference behind the scenes. anyway, the ATTITUDE. the BITE. the love to perform/celebrity occupation. musically influenced. Mettaton struck me as a lustful character. beautiful. LEGS. the heart placements on both of them. the poses. will kick someone. strong character. flirty. iconic. has several "forms". :) MTT is also a very near and dear character, srry to bring the "cringe". plus, robot. Ozzie, the robo-Fizz/mechanical genius.

4. JESSICA RABBIT: how the saxophone follows her, the saxophone follows Ozzie whenever he's in camera/on scene. the sexual tension, all eyes are on her but her eyes are on Roger ( Fizz: the roger for ozzie(': ). Ozzie's love for one burns as intensely and passionately as how Jessica's burns for one, only. performer. loyalty. possibly freaky. will kick ass ( no one expects it either ). beautiful. fashionable. has a Body(ody-ody). moves seductively.

5. HEXXUS: another antagonist. the sultry voice. deadly. the LUSTFUL energy at the same time pretty intimidating. performer (for being toxicity lol). toxic in a poetic way since ... lust CAN be toxic in extreme doses. a badass though, hexxus is ooh.

6. FRANK N FURTER: gender-fluidity bro. such a flirt. WILL sleep with others. sexual tension. can build so much shit (he created Rocky AND perfected the timewarp machinery!), he's so smart. transvestite (endearingly). Frank wears anything and pulls it off well, Ozzie is the same way. stylish, bold, performer, loves sex, loves teasing, "antagonist", has the drama but that's part of the charm.

7. LEWIS PEPPER: an honorable mention mostly for the body-shape lol. the hearts. the color scheme. glowing all over but especially the face. ALSO has/had* a love interest. and Lewis, like Ozzie, actually has a really sensitive side. it shows in certain scenes. there's remorse, guilt, some resentment, revenge. he's also pretty big lol. overall pretty sweet when he's not out for blood as he's blinded by revenge and rage.

last, maybe 2%, honorable mention(s) but will go w/o photo: HIM from powerpuff. and Dr. Facilier. thank u.

[kayssweetdreams]

A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 22

Meanwhile, With Thea...

Poor Thea was sobbing over her now "perfected" daughter. She should have known better than to listen to Prim. The last time she did that her daughter had become a robotic husk of herself. She made a promise that whatever that witch did to her daughter, she WOULD undo it. The sounds of her "suite" door being unlocked were heard as a very angry Prim walked into the room.

"You have a lot of nerve Thea. It is improper for a woman to show emotion after all." She sneered. Thea's eyes narrowed "YOU WITCH! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T DO ANYTHING TO HER!" She screamed. Prim's eyes narrowed at her "Don't get snappy with me Bruno. I know how to reverse the effects." Prim said. Thea scoffed "Sure you do. Let me guess. It involves my daughter going through painstakingly hard etiquette lessons?" She asked sarcasticlly, rolling her eyes at the very notion that Prim knows how to reverse what she did. However, her eyes landed on a vial in the woman's hands. A vial of rainbow liquid.

"You see this? This is the cure to those pills. And I can give it to your daughter at any time...unless, you'd like me to just throw it into the woods." Prim 'suggested' tossing the vial up and down, and snatching it away just as Thea reached for it. "Ah Ah Ah. Don't forget, you have a performance to prepare for. So either you give one heck of a show that no one will ever forget, and I'll give you the vial, or you can refuse, and your daughter becomes my new protège...and Dolly's new sister." Prim threatened. Thea almost gasped in horror. Now not only was Prim threatening to keep Kaylo brainwashed but to also keep her as her own.

She had do something...but what could she do against Mad Madame Prim?

Meanwhile, Out in the Sea...

Ka Lā had been steering the S.S Wonder for a while now that Lance had begun to get seasick. After Balan revealed to her that he had turned the theater into a boat, and was letting her steer back to the island, the woman had been estatic...until Balan revealed that they were halfway around the world, and she had to steer them back. "How much longer Ka Lā?" Aria asked, starting to get sea legs "If my nautical navigational skills are right, about 5 more minutes." She said.

Aria gave a nod as the boat continued onward. She could only hope that when could help her friends before Prim did anything to them. A good 30 minutes later, the group finally arrived at the island. Unfortunately, waiting on the edge of the island were a lot of heavily armed guards...with weapons. "I don't remember them. I never hired them." Ka Lā said, squinting her eyes. "If they're not with you, they're with Prim. We can't let them see us..." Aria said.

"Well if that's the case, how do we get onto the island?" Ka Lā asked. Balan smiled "Allow Me..." He said, before raising and snapping his fingers. I'm seconds, they were now in a long metal hallway. "Um...are you sure we're in the right place?" Aria asked "Yes. This is actually underneath the hotel, Ya'know, in case something unfortunate happens." Ka Lā said. "Alright, so now we just need to find out what Prim is up to...and where Prim even is." Aria said, narrowing her eyes.

That's when a group with the words "Security" rounded the corner "HEY! YOU!" one of them shouted, making the group tense up. "U-Uh...Hi?" Lance said, just as they started charging towards them. "WAIT! STOP!!" Balan yelled, holding out his hand, however, one of them immediately grabbed it...and crushed it within the span of a few seconds. "YEOWCH!!! That's quite a strong grip! You would think that this one doesn't slip!" Balan yelled, trying to dislodge his hand from the security. "Hold on! Wait! We're not with Prim! We're just trying to find our friends!" Aria shouts.

That made the security stop "So. That woman locked up someone close to you too?" One if them asked. Confused by the change in attitude, Ka Lā gave a unsure "Um...Yes?" That's when the 'Security' was revealed to be a teenage girl with red hair. "Well then...it seems we have a common enemy."

Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

Skarlett belongs to @jettthespeeddemon

[punadianprime]

Meet the Titanopod. A late game enemy from Team Sapphire: Titans Unleashed. The Titanopod is based on the Tripods from the 2005 War of The Worlds movie. The player can encounter these roaming mini-bosses in the overworld areas such as: Battlefield area, Withered Oasis and lower regions of Lance. Titanopods are massive 3 legged robots created by Edward Ryno, They're designed to eradicate titans, large populations and to level cities. Equipped with a singular deployment hatch at the bottom to drop their weaker, smaller yet faster counterparts "The Quadpods" as well as various Scout Drones that command and direct them. They have multi-directional twin RynoCorp Particle Incinerators. If they cannot operate automatically, 2 drones from within can always take manual control of the entire mech. However they have a major flaw, their toes and knees are not protected and when their lower hatch opens up, they cannot move. Due to their roles, they do not operate within freezing cold or burning hot environments, meaning Fire and Ice magic can make destroying Titanopods much easier than most other elements.