#roadkill headcanons

[roadkill-punk]

siblings :3

Misc. headcanons below the cut

This is all post black egg and fall of Hallownest, I'm just bad at remembering to draw Hollie's scars.

The stack! Hollie does that when they're bored and want to bother Hornet, like how some dogs will rest their head on you when they want attention.

The ideal outcome to being a pest is chin scratches, riight where their mask ends and their void-body begins. That's the best spot.

Hollie is absolutely purring anytime they get affection, Hornet does too sometimes, but she's a little self conscious about it.

That vessel is a fucking menace. Their favorite activities include making Hornet's day just slightly more irritating. This ranges from moving her things just a few inches to the side of where she left them to demanding attention while she's busy to 'accidentally' knocking her into various bodies of water.

These two have been through a lot together at this point, and given how starved for security and affection the both of them were as children among other things like being born into a death and chaos and given immense responsibility that neither of them had any control over that eventually led to the downfall of everything they knew and loved- they both were quick to open up to each other and seek out comforts that they previously were denied.

That's not to say it didn't take them a damn long time to approach each other and directly ask for things, both of them have their own reasons for being unsure about that sort of thing.

Their recovery was a process but they got there in the end, and now they have each other without the constant fear of not living up to the egregious standards of royal parents or being an impure, vile, worthless stain on the world :3

Their relationship is so sweet honestly they deserve to be happy and healthy and with family that loves them

Even if sometimes Hornet wants to rip Hollie's head off.

[littlenightma]

Hello. I may have been obsessed with Rusty Nail for the last few hours. I wonder if you can write a Yandere Rust Nail headcanon?

Yandere!Rusty Nail Headcanons

• Yandere!Rusty gives absolutely zero fucks and tolerates zero bullshit. All he really wants is to be left the hell alone, but it doesn’t always end up happening that way. This time, though, he was pleasantly surprised because he ended up with you. It might take a while for you to adjust to your new life with him, but he promises it’s for your own good.

• Will kill anyone like that if they upset you intentionally or not. He hates seeing your tears and how you become withdrawn with sadness. Will make you watch as he chains them to his truck and drags them down the road until there is nothing left but a trail of blood, guts, and bones. And if you get scared, he’ll console you with gentle kisses and tight hugs, rocking you back and forth until you are okay again.

• “The world is full of people like that, but don’t you worry, little one. I’ll be here to take care of ‘em.”

• If you break any his rules, he will break you back respectively. The rules are in place for a reason. They are there for your protection and for his peace of mind when he is not around and breaking them is a good way to get on his bad side (which he hates showing you) but if you can’t listen, then you’ll have to face the consequences. He has to make sure you know you’re place.

• “I know it hurts, darlin’, but you know what else hurt? That little slap you gave me when I found you.” He inspects the mark on your face. “So just consider this as me returning the favor.”

• And when you really break the rules that leaves him so pissed that he could kill someone, anyone, he ties you up naked and defenseless in his trailer. You’re hanging up by your arms, barely able to stand up straight, having to resort to using your toes. He wants you to be as uncomfortable as possible. He hates doing it and he hates that you have forced him to resort to this, but you have to learn, baby. You can see the sadness and disappointment written across his face before he goes emotionless.

• He drives and drives and drives with you bouncing in the back. Your arms hurt, your legs are tired, and you’re calling out for Rusty to stop but he ignores your cries. He keeps on driving — speeding up at some points when you become hysterical — like you’re nothing but cattle on the way to the slaughterhouse. It’s not until you have gone silent from exhaustion when the truck finally comes to a stop.

• “Have you learned your lesson?”

• You hiccup, voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

• “Will you try to leave?”

• “No.”

• He cups your cheek and makes you look at him. “I hate doing this to you. Don’t make me do it again.”

• If you think his punishments are bad, his rewards are far better. After a particularly rough handling session and Rusty is certain that you have learned your lesson, he does whatever he can to ease the pain and fatigue. Runs you a hot bath (provides bubbles or candles if requested) and cooks you a warm meal to have after.

• Gets you whatever you want. He is a provider at heart and provide for you he will. Price doesn’t matter to him, but he appreciates it when you bring it up anyway. You hold something for too long at the store and he’s making you put it in the basket despite your protests. You want new clothes? You got them. You want a new game that just released? It’s ordered. Whatever you want so you can live life happy and comfortable with him you will get, understand?

• This man is only truly happy when you’re happy. Ever since you came into his life he isn’t in those foul moods he often found himself in and he sees the world a little more brighter than he used to. But don’t ever think he won’t knock some heads when he needs to.

• The way your eyes light up when he presents his gifts to you makes him feel like the best man in the world and so does the combination of a tackle and a tight hug you give him to show how grateful you are. Those are the moments he lives for, too see you happy, protected, and all his.

NSFW 18+

• Will edge you like a sorry motherfucker until you are begging for his cock and relentlessly insisting that you’ll never try to leave him. Rusty is possessive and protective over his shit and the thought of you gone hurts him straight to the core. He was a lone rider for so long and he’ll be damned if he ever has to live his life without you in it.

• His cock, chain, or belt. Take your pick, baby, because either way you’re getting punished. The welts on your ass and the stinging pain on your cheek are nothing compared to the what he felt when he realized you had escaped. He thought he’d lost you, but he found you and brought you right back home, didn’t he?

• He takes you out to a field when the moon is high in the sky. He tells you to take off your clothes and lay on your stomach. You hear the unmistakable unbuckling of his belt.

• “I thought I was being good, Daddy. Am I still being punished?”

• He hushes you and turns your head. You bury your face into your arms expecting a smack, but it never comes. Rusty peppers kisses down your spine and presses his hips into yours. He gently thrusts for hours, never going at a pace that throws you two over the edge, but it still feels nice to be connected to him.

• His arms are cradling you and his chest is on your back. You feel his heat, his heartbeat, his entire body moving and all night long he’s whispering how much he loves you and that he will never let you go. You’re his baby and no one will ever take care of you like he does. He’s yours, don’t you feel it? He never wants to put his cock inside anyone else and he for damn sure never wants another cock inside you.

• “Are you ready to come with me, baby? I’m gonna fill you up so good. Let me hear you, okay? Goddamn, you look so damn beautiful taking my seed.”

• You and him come together multiple times under the moon and stars until neither of you can move. He covers you both with the blanket he brought and you fall asleep wrapped up in Rusty’s embrace thinking that being with him isn’t such a bad thing after all.

[schneckmag]

Funny as shit to me when people draw krüger as a snake cos it just reminds me of a sphynx Moth or swallowtail caterpillar

Fake eyes full of malintent

[dr-goatman]

all 3 of the sinclair boys got a praise kink, and im not taking criticism on that

[randofics]

Road kill Transformers headcannon

Heavy gore!!! Animal gore!!!

I wrote about this topic in another post and figured I'd do an entire headcannon on it. Basically it's what the cybertronians would think of organic gore. Roadkill is an everyday example that they would run into.

HEAVY GORE UNDER CUT!!!

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Bay OP- He didn't really notice the small animal corpses on the side of the streets and roads at first. Sure he'd notice the odd bump at night driving along, or the rank smell that he'd occasionally drive through but he thought nothing of it. He had also seen animals crossing the roads but never close enough that he had a hard time stopping. However one rainy night when the fog was thick and the moon barely shown through the thick canopy of trees on either side of the road it happened.

He hadn't been going very fast but even still the impact was brutal. With his extreme weight and momentum the poor creature never stood a chance. When the deer jumped out onto the road she was merely a few feet from his grill. The nine ton bot rammed into the helpless animal killing her on impact. Blood spattered over his windshield and the lifeless body rolled under his tires scraping along his undercarriage and more blood coating the crome pipes and cables. He swerved off the road and into the ditch coming to a stop in the soaked dirt. He was stunned and not sure what to think he reversed swinging around on the slick asphalt and driving towards the mangled corpse. He stared at it for several minutes still conflicted with his feelings about the situation before transforming and gently collecting the brutalized animal in his servos. He walked into the woods and dug a hole for the body, gently laying it to rest as he'd seen the humans do with their dead. With his respects paid to the creature he walked back to the road transformed and returned to base.

As he drove into the well lit hangar gasps, wide eyes, and optics met him. Cornel Lennox ran up to him asking what had happened. After an explanation Lennox showed him to the bots wash station to clean him up.

BayBee- Bee being closer to road level had been one of the first introduced to roadkill. He had been driving with Sam when it happened. It was daytime and the city streets were littered with dead leaves. The squirrels were busy gathering food for winter and because of this they tended to get more bold when crossing the roads. He had been going 35mph at most when the little fur ball hopped into the road. It looked left then right trying to decide which way to run but by the time it chose it lept right into the path of bee's tire. Curses from the radio flooded the cab. It was an unpleasant feeling for him, and it took a few tire spins for the body to fall off his tire. He parked on the side of the street and Sam stepped out with a water bottle in hand. He nearly gagged when he saw the carnage on bee's tire. Bits of fur, fresh blood and pieces of flesh was stuck to the treads. He opened the bottle and did his best to wash everything off but he knew he'd have to wash Bee later. Bee and Sam never really spoke of the experience.

BayCross- Cross had a similar experience to Bee though his was of the featherd variety. Driving through a wooded rural area a bird flew low across the street in front of him hitting his grill and over his hood and windshield. It left feathers and blood in his grill and on his windshield. He didn't really know how to react so he just returned to base and hit the wash station.

TFP OP- Optimus was driving down a canyon road at night when it happened. A coyote ran across the road and was struck by his bumper. It was killed on impact and got sucked up into his front axel. The body got caught on corners of metal and was torn apart. Blood coated his wheels and undercarriage with fur and flesh stuck in the nooks and crannies. He'd been lucky enough to not have seen much organic gore yet only really seeing minor wounds on the kids and some more serious injuries on military personnel when he was working with them. But this was on another level entirely! Cybertronian gore was mechanical and jagged, the only similarity being liquid lifeblood. Organic gore was messy and flowing with almost no jagged edges. It seeped between his panels and plates like ichor, and became sticky like glue. The red lifeblood was warm still from the just living creature. There wasn't anything he could do except keep driving, so that's what he did. He came across a lake and drove right into it letting the impact and rushing liquid remove the bloody remnants of the animal. He transformed and roughly waded through the water to scrub off any stubborn specs. Once he was satisfied he returned to base. He never brought up the subject to anyone except Rachet.

TFP Bulkhead- after dropping miko off at base he had wanted to go for a late drive on his own. He was minding his own business when two pronghorns bounded over the road. The first one made the leap but the other wasn't so lucky. It smashed into the apex of his grill flipping and crashing through his windshield. It's neck was snapped and it's legs were badly mangled as it lay dead half inside his cabin. Blood dripped from its muzzle onto his seat, glass scattered across the seats and floor. He had to call arcee for help not wanting to get the kids involved in something so gorey. She pulled the mangled corpse free and lay it on the side of the road. When they returned to base he went straight to the wash station not letting miko see the blood on his seats. The kids did ask what happened and he told them the truth. He was slightly surprised when they nodded in understanding and left it at that.

[tinalbion]

So I was recently introduced to the Joy Ride movies and ooh boy,  I am mad I never watched these sooner. So I am officially writing for Rusty Nail, the main villain in all 3 films, though I much prefer 2 & 3 actor-wise. When I write for him, I'm mainly picturing Mark Gibbon's role. That man is SO fine, I SWEAR. So yeah, this is just testing the waters to see if writing for Rusty works for me, and I already have ideas for future things! I really enjoy it and I hope you guys do, too!

“Lone Star Sleepover”

The Sassy Cat Saga Part 1

Rusty Nail x AFAB!Reader 

Rating: Honestly a lot fluffier than I expected

Length: 4.7k

The road trip you decided to take on your own had been going perfectly fine, you nodded along to the music that blasted on the radio, and you didn’t have a care in the world as you drove at high speed down the empty interstate. It was your first time taking a trip on your own since it just so happened to work out that way, but you figured you could do it. You were a young adult and had the need to travel, the funds were there, you just had to get up and go. 

So go, you did.

As you neared closer toward a town as the sky darkened, you heard several loud pops and your steering went completely off the road as you screamed, your hands clutched the wheel so hard your knuckles turned white. You caught your breath as you pulled off toward the side of the road and just took a second to pull yourself together, your eyes darted to the street and saw that no one was driving in or out right now. 

“Shit,” you groaned. You quickly pulled out your cell phone and saw you got no coverage. “Double shit.”

With an annoyed grunt, you slid out from the driver seat and looked down at the damage, and oh boy, that was a lot of damage. Large slivers stuck out from your left side tires, possibly nails or some sort of spikes, and you leaned against the hood as you tried not to scream. You had a spare tire, sure, but not two. You sighed and grabbed everything important that you had to carry on your person, you locked up the car, and trekked your way up the road as you stared down at the printed-out directions from Google Maps. Your eyes stung from how badly the wind picked up from the coming storm, of course, it would start storming. How lucky could you get in one day? 

The bright neon lights up the road signaled to you that you were close to something, and you hoped it would be full of people who could help, or at least point you in the right direction. When you were mere blocks away from salvation, the rain came pouring down on you and soaked you to the bone almost immediately, to which you just sighed irritably and continued on your way. You figured your map was useless now.

Rusty had been frequenting a local diner on his stops through town as of late, so when you came bursting in from the rain looking as disheveled as a cat that crawled its way from the gutter, it made for an interesting evening for everyone. He had to admit, there was something rather interesting about you as you kept your head held high with your hair clinging to your face, but you didn't seem bothered by the rain in the slightest, at least that's how you tried to play it off as. You didn't seem in distress, not to the others that frequented the diner, but Rusty could see it in your eyes; you needed help. He overheard you talking to the waitress asking to use a phone, what your name was, and what issues you were having. The woman that held the pot of stale coffee was always worn out but kind to those who showed it in return, so when she saw how desperate you needed the phone, she pointed toward the back and told you to bang the side of it at least once to make sure it doesn’t cut out in the middle of the call. 

When you were standing there as you listened for the other line of the phone to ring, you looked across the diner mostly to people watch, and then you saw him. You didn't know who this man was but he was big, burly, and had a pair of the sweetest lips that were barely visible under that hat he was wearing. You didn't notice much, but you could easily make out his stubble, his thick hair that poked out from beneath the hat, but you were soon brought back to reality as the other end of the line stirred and you lost all track of what you were thinking about. 

Your car had some sort of damage to the tires, but you could easily stay in it overnight if it came down to it, but when you described the situation to the tow company, they said they could take it into a ship in the morning, but they suggested you go to the nearest motel for the night and they could tow it there at the very least. So that's what you planned and you called for a tow truck to take you to the closest motel, which they'd meet you at the diner in a half an hour. With a defeated sigh, you shook your head and hung up the phone. 

The man's eyes were on you yet you had no clue, but he watched you as you shuffled back toward the exit and thanked the waitress for allowing you to use the phone. 

The walk back to the car was miserable for you as the rain still came down pretty hard, but it didn't matter as you slid into the front seat and just sat there for a little while. You weren't sure how long you sat there and stared out of the windshield, but your hand reached down toward the mic of the CB Radio that had been installed in your car. 

There wasn't much you expected from using it, but it was installed as a precaution in case something like this happened, so your finger clicked the button and you cleared your throat before speaking out.

"Hello, uh, could anyone out there help me? I'm at the truck stop diner just a few miles from 97C, Highland Valley Road, can anyone tell me if there's a motel nearby? My car broke down and I'm not from here…" You released your finger from the button and hoped for the best as you leaned your head against the wheel. 

A few moments passed until a deep voice rumbled through the channel. "The Lone Star, about a few miles northwest from there," he replied coolly.

Damn, you liked this voice a lot, you could listen to it all night, but now wasn't the time for that, so you thanked him and tried to think of conversation starters to keep him on the line for a little longer. 

"I didn't catch your name," you squeaked out. 

"You can call me Rusty Nail. What do I call you?" 

You laugh to yourself and hold the talkie up to your mouth for a moment. "Call me… Sassy Cat, I suppose." 

Rusty laughed and shook his head as his thumb clicked the button again. "Probably very fitting," he teased, "but I'll be on, like I usually am, if you need me."

"I'd appreciate that, thanks, Rusty." 

You waited for the tow truck to arrive, you finally catch a lift up to the Lone Star Motel and climb in for the night. Room 13. Rusty kept an ear out for you and even made a short journey from the spot where you broke down to the hotel to check on you. He normally didn't do this, he was usually busy with running loads of stock and not having to worry about someone losing their car, but this week was a bit of a slow one, so why not make sure you made your way safely. 

There you were walking along the sidewalk of the motel rooms as his big rig pulled in close, cold cans of drinks in your hands as you seemed to look exhausted. You went up to your car and leaned on the hood, hoping that whatever help you'd get would come early enough so you could be on your merry way. The radio in your car sounded loud and full of static, which scared you half to death as you jumped up from the hood. You scrambled inside and set your armful of stuff down. 

"Hello?"

"Sassy Cat, is that you?" A familiar voice called out. 

"Rusty?"

"Ahh there she is, was just calling in to check on ya, makin' sure you arrived safe and sound."

The thought of him worrying about you made you blush. "Oh, well that's awful sweet of you, yeah I made it alright, Rusty. Isn't it late? Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I'm doin' just fine, little miss. What about you? Shouldn't you be resting up?" 

Truth be told, yes, you should have been, but sleeping in motels alone wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do. "Uhh, can you keep a secret?" You asked shyly. 

"Of course."

You bit your bottom lip and laughed at yourself, you laughed at rhe ridiculousness that was you feeling at ease with a stranger as you chatted over a CB Radio. "I've never driven this far by myself before, I don't like being in these sorts of places alone, so it's hard to sleep." 

Rusty sat back in his seat and watched you in the distance as you looked to be lost in thought, you looked tired, but he could tell that you were telling the truth. He leaned forward and clicked the button again. "Well, I could offer you an idea. I could stay on this channel with you and if you need to say anything, you go right on and say it. I can listen."

That was an awfully sweet gesture for a stranger to give, but you figured they drove long distances all the time, having someone to talk to wouldn't be the worst thing in the world for guys like this. You liked the offer, you liked that he meant it and didn't pity you, at least you thought he didn't. 

"Rusty, you don't have to do that, that's honestly so kind-"

"Look, no worries there, kitty cat, a girl shouldn't be alone in strange places." 

Your mind swam to treacherous waters, how could you even THINK of asking what you were about to ask. Your safety should have been your number one concern while taking a road trip alone, then being stuck in the middle of nowhere, but something in your gut whispered to abandon all sense and just take the leap. 

"Rusty, could I ask you a favor… and please don't take this the wrong way, I just…" your sentence trailed off and you didn't know how to necessarily ask such a favor. This wasn't something you did often, let alone at all. 

"Whattaya need?" There was a hint of curiosity in his voice, you could tell.

"Umm, I know it's a lot to ask from a stranger, but could you meet up with me here? Maybe just sit with me for a few hours if you aren't doing anything? I'm just… I'm not used to being alone…" you repeated. 

Rusty heard you right, right? He didn't really know how to respond to that nor was he familiar with meeting up with strangers outside of working hours. How he'd handle this, he had no damn idea. But once your voice came back over the radio, he snapped back and blinked. 

"I'm sorry, that was a rude question, I didn't mean to be weird or anything, I just really like the company and you seem like a decent guy what with helping me out earlier." You rambled you always rambled when you were nervous or you thought you made things uncomfortable, it happened often, you rambling. 

It was almost comforting when you heard his laughter over the radio channel. 

"Well, I've never done nothin' like this before so uh, I suppose I could help you out. You've been mighty kind, not many people see us truckers as kind folk so they don't show it to us. Let me meet you there, then, Sassy Cat." 

"Thanks, Rusty. See you soon."

You placed the radio down and your heart was beating so quickly while you tried to calm yourself in the driver's seat. You reached out for one of the drinks and opened it as you stared out through the windshield of the car. 'Why did I do that? What if he's some sort of weirdo? What if he thinks I'M the weirdo?' You were so wrapped up in worrying that you barely saw the large black semi pull into the lot a while later. 

That was probably him, you were shaking in the car as your eyes were glued to the scene of the door swinging open and watched as a large man wearing hefty boots stepped out. The hat he wore was pulled down to hide his face from the harsh lights of the neon signs overhead. You recognized the jacket he wore and the scruff of his facial hair, that was the same guy you were admiring at the diner! Oh that made you feel much better, you knew that he at least looked pretty decent for someone you didn't know. 

You stepped out of the car and watched as his face lifted and looked directly at you, you swore you could feel his eyes burn a hole right through you. Christ, he was so large! 

When you finally walked to meet him halfway, you held out your hand despite it shaking so damn much. "You must be Rusty Nail, a pleasure to meet you." You seemed chipper and excited, but deep down you were nervous as all hell. 

He looked down at you with a smirk and grabbed your hand more gently than you expected. "Sassy Cat, I presume. You're cuter than I expected." 

It was forward, but just enough to give your ego a little boost, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it coming from his mouth. "Well, thank you, Rusty. If it's not too forward, I think the same about you." Damn, your face was turning bright red from how hot it felt, you'd bet money on it.

"So uh, I brought along a six pack in my cab if that's your fancy," he began as he reached back and rubbed his neck. "Not sure how I can assist, but I'm here ta' help if you need it."

"That's very kind, thanks for the offer. I got some drinks from the vending machine. You want a non-alcoholic beverage?" 

Rusty smirked beneath his hat. "Well, sure, I'll take you up on that. You wanna stand down here by your car, or wherever you're comfortable, darlin'." 

You almost melted to the sidewalk from that nickname alone, damn, you'd love to hear him say your actual name some time.

"Well, if you're okay with it, the room would be fine. I can grab more drinks and maybe get some takeout? I just can't sleep, this is a hell of a lot on my plate." 

"Don't be embarrassed," Rusty said as he picked up on your body language, "not everyone can handle stuff like that, it's normal. But I'd be honored to accompany you this fine evenin', just lead the way."

You nodded and swallowed the lump forming in your throat. It was all just a lot to manage for you, just chatting with him would calm your nerves, at least you hoped it did. So you beckoned for him to follow you as you began to walk toward your room, you heard his heavy footfalls behind you, following obediently.

You got to your room and unlocked it with your hand still shaking, you glided off to the side to allow the giant man step through, and then closed the door eagerly behind him and locked the door. He shifted around the room and found a seat on one of the chairs as you nestled onto the corner of the bed with your legs crossed. 

"So uh, again I'm sorry I even dragged you out here like this, it was a spur of the moment sorta thing…" you looked down and played with your sleeves on the night shirt you wore. 

Rusty couldn't help but chuckle at how much you apologized. "S'alright, Y/N, don't worry your pretty little head about it." 

"I appreciate- Wait, how'd you know my name?"

"You were at the diner, and it was easy to overhear you talkin' to Jolene about your predicament. Didn't mean to eavesdrop, just happens when you're in the line of business I'm in, ya learn to listen." 

You should have felt more odd about it, at least you were convincing yourself that you should, but you honestly didn't. This was a man who was aware, who paid attention, you were thankful he did to be honest. He noticed how quiet you'd been and it weighed heavy on him. 

"I hope that didn't scare you none, I'm sorry about that, it's a bad habit you just sorta pick up."

"No, no, it doesn't bother me at all, just surprised that anyone paid attention at all. I was an outsider there, so it was just nice to have someone give some sort of damn about my plight." You laughed and scratched at your hair, which was still drying from your unexpected shower. 

Rusty couldn't help but smile at that as he shifted in the chair and grabbed the drink you gave him. "Well, of course, we all look out for one another here, most times anyway."

With a long stretch as you raised your hands above your head, you almost felt comfortable enough to feel the grasp of sleep barely nipping at your heels. Rusty took notice of that too and watched you in silence for a moment. 

"How ya feelin'?" 

"Better, much more relaxed, thanks to you."

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his legs. "You want me to get goin'? I don't wanna be a bother."

"No!" You cried out, "please, not yet. If you're able to, please stay." It was embarrassing how you were acting right now and for your sake, you should have stopped and let the man leave, but something deep within you wanted him to stay put. 

He stared at you under the brim of his cap, the shadows hid his expression rather well and the lighting in the room was already pretty poor as it was, but it allowed him to remain mysterious as he sat there across from you and tried to read you. He didn't know what to expect or why you were so terrified to remain alone, so much to the point you'd want a complete stranger around you. 

"I won't bore you with details," you began softly, "but I'm just going through a lot and I thought this trip would help me. It's only been one shitshow after another."

Rusty thought for a moment and then stood up from his chair, he weaved around the poorly placed table as he shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it to the side. He sat down beside you on the bed while the mattress sunk from his weight, which caused you to tumble into him unexpectedly. You let out a surprised gasp as his hand caught you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. 

"You alright?" 

You looked up and could see more of him from this angle, you never expected his eyes to be so bright. "Y-yeah, I'm good." You wanted to simply disappear under his touch as you felt his fingers flex around your arm as he sat you back up. 

"You need to relax, I reckon," he pointed out as he reached behind him and grabbed the top blanket and draped it over you. "So how about you lay here and I keep watch? You'll pass out sooner or later, and neither of us wants that to happen behind the wheel, now do we?" 

The urge to snuggle against him was so irresistible that you didn't even know your body went ahead and did it without you giving a second thought about it, but he didn't retract his hand from your shoulder, yet he stopped you. 

"Hold on," he instructed as he stood from his spot and walked to the other side of the mattress, then he laid down onto the bed and patted the spot next to him. 

You obeyed and crawled into the bed beside him, the smell of tobacco and damp earth wafted through your nose, and even a hint of his cologne. You felt at ease in his presence, as if you were under some sort of spell that he had you trapped in, but it was one you never wanted to get out of. 

"Better?" He grumbled in his husky voice. 

"Much." Your hand instinctively grabbed at his flannel to secure your position, and your head rested gently beside his chest. "I don't know how I got to this point of my evening, but I can't ever repay you for this, Rusty." 

"We can work that out later," he replied teasingly. "For now, You should rest, Y/N, don't worry so much." 

His hand stroked your hair and the sound of his breathing lulled you into a quick sleep. You barely had time to register what the hell got you to this point, but right now, you didn't care. 

For Rusty, this was an odd evening to say the very least, but he had an attractive little thing next to him in a bed, what more could he want? Your soft skin touched his and it felt as if his skin was aflame from the mere contact of it, your hair felt even softer between his fingers as he caressed it, but what really threw him off was your immediate draw to him. Your hands were gripping his shirt tightly as if to keep him there, your face pressed against his chest as if you'd known him your whole life and trusted him with it. 

Whatever the hell got him here, he hoped he wouldn't lose consciousness and wake up to find it one cruel joke, but he'd live here in this moment, even if for a little while. Rusty didn't even notice his eyes grow heavy, but the darkness enveloped him and he was asleep.

*  -

You were sure you dreamt that entire evening up, you were absolutely sure of it. But when you woke up with the sun streaming brightly through the windows of the motel room, you stirred and tried to move around so you could block the sun from your face, but a large arm draped around your waist stopped you from moving too far. Your eyes peeked over and saw the large trucker you met yesterday was sleeping rather peacefully next to you, his breaths deep and steady as his arm didn't move from your waist. He looked rather peaceful sleeping here, you wanted to reach out and just touch his face to admire him, but you didn't know this man and you surely didn't want to have him live through a rude wakeup call. 

Instead, you nestled back against him and pulled the blanket further over you, the desire to wake up wasn’t really there despite how urgent your need was just mere hours ago. You blinked and let out a low sigh as you moved slightly, wanting to gain more warmth against him before you both had to wake up and go your separate ways. But as much as that seemed like the most likely possibility, the thought of it made you feel oddly sad. You enjoyed his company and just how sweet he was, hell, he was so respectful and never tried to do anything that made you uncomfortable. 

You hoped you would see each other again. 

As you were lost in thought, you felt the mattress stir and you gently opened one eye, noticing Rusty had slowly sat up to stretch his arms. You took in just how large he was and how toned he'd been, you'd taken in the marks he had peeking through

beneath his and thought of all the ways he could have gotten them. He seemed like a simple, sweet guy, so maybe you didn't want to know how he got them right away. But it didn't help that your eyes wandered way too far for too long, your imagination wandered, and you didn't even notice him looking over his shoulder and staring down at you. 

"Mornin'," he greeted with a deeper voice than usual. "You sleep okay?"

You couldn’t find your voice this early but you gave him a short nod in response while you stretched out your body. His eyes glazed over your form a bit longer than he anticipated but you didn’t mind, though you made a noise of protest when he stood up from the bed. All Rusty did was chuckle as he walked to your side of the bed and patted your head softly. 

“Just hittin’ the bathroom, kitty cat, don’t you worry,” he grinned. He left you there to your own devices and came back almost as quickly as he’d gone, then as if he could read your mind, he slid in next to you again and found his place beneath the covers. He couldn't admit to it just yet, but he really found this to be the most comforted he's been in a long time. 

You didn't say anything yet, you just wanted to revel in the moment for as long as you could until the harshness of reality bit you both. 

"Didn't you need to get towed this mornin'?" Rusty asked suddenly, his voice lowered to almost a hushed tone. 

"Mhm, yeah, I did, but I think I'm liking this too much to care right now." Your eyes were closed because if you looked at him with his face being so close, you weren't sure how the moment would play out, and that scared the hell out of you.

That comment made Rusty smile, and your face seemed to be so at peace with the expression you wore, his hand reached out and brushed your wild stray hairs from your face. He was begging to feel all too familiar now, and he couldn't stop himself when he leaned forward, nose to nose with you. 

"Y/N," he said softly, and you opened your eyes, "could I do somethin' stupid right now?"

You nodded, afraid to speak in case it broke the wonder of the moment.

Rusty closed the small space between you both and captured your lips in his, his hand half cupping your face and half pulling your chin forward so he could deepen the kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed again and you pushed against him now, your hands found themselves wrapped in his salt and pepper hair, and the way he was kissing you only made you hum in approval against his mouth. 

It was hard for him to let go, he knew he shouldn't have done this with someone who he only knew by first name, but you were pulling him in with every moment you looked at him. His large hands roamed down your arms and slid against your stomach as he lifted the hem of your shirt slowly, your back arched in an instinctive response, which was so inviting.

He swallowed the moan against his mouth and pulled you further against him, and you could feel the invitation of his excitement against your leg at this angle, was it bad that you wanted to feel it elsewhere so soon? 

Rusty was making you feel anxious in the best way, his stubble tickled your chin as his kisses lowered from your mouth to your neck. You wouldn't have stopped him from continuing to assault you, but to your dismay, he pulled away and stared down at you, breathless. 

"Y/N, as much as I'd love to continue this with you, and trust me I do, I'm not that kinda guy. I hope you understand, I'm a bit old-fashioned albeit the favor I did for you…" He brushed more of your hair out of your face and could easily see the disappointment. "So lemme ask you this, would you do ME a favor?"

You cooked your head a bit in confusion. "Sure, Rusty, anything."

His smile grew. "Allow me to take you on a proper date, then." 

Your face must have visibly turned red because Rusty laughed at your reaction. "I'd love that, Rusty," you replied. 

"Good," he beamed at your response and how genuinely you seemed to be excited. 

"Well, don't I need to know your name if I'm going on a date?"

All he could do was laugh and shake his head. "In due time, kitty cat, in due time."

[maria-crossover]

Rusty's cat will looks like Maxwell cat :3

((I don't feel like changing the color of his fur because it seems much prettier to me ngl

[chaotic-kitty]

I made a discord server almost a year ago for The Arcana/Fictif fans to hang out. It's gotten kind of quiet since as I haven't had the energy to maintain it. I plan on reviving it now. So I thought I'd drop the new link in case anyone is interested.

I'm also thinking of expanding to new fandoms such as Obey Me.

It is a very small and quiet space. But the people there are lovely and welcoming. It's also a safe space for queer and neurodivergent folk too.

We currently only have two mods, and are looking for more if anyone is interested after they've established themselves.

There are places to also talk about games, writing, and share art all outside of the games too.

But we'd love to have you come and hang out if you're interested. 💖✨😎

This is meant to be a safe space. Anyone looking to cause drama or to talk about your toxic view of the characters/games or to talk about Dorian, please do not join. We don't need more toxic drama filled spaces. Thank you.

[talentforlying]

no but i've GOT to talk about how constantine is the walking breathing embodiment of endurance. like the man takes "fake it til you make it" to extremes.

you can hit him as hard as you can and he will just keep going. you can destroy his life, hurt his friends, take everything he has and a few things he doesn't and he will just. keep. going. not because it didn't hurt, not because you didn't try hard enough: because he just won't let you have the fucking satisfaction of knowing you got to him. and he'll still break down or bleed out or lose his mind later; you might even destroy him, for a time. but that's for later. until you're gone, he's smiling and quipping and chatting shit and immensely ruining the vibe. most annoying person to kill/torture you've ever met.

[romeo-the-homeo]

i headcanon romance ranch is actually called ‘rogers ranch’ (after the ranch owner’s last name) but everyone calls it ‘romance ranch’ because its in valentine texas

[chokech3rry]

dude on this survival show made rabbit bone + grouse feather earrings for his girl and i 🥺

it's lester right? strong lester vibes

[littlenightma]

Protective!Rusty Nail Headcanons

• Once you have Rusty’s unconditional love and trust, there’s no going back. He doesn’t get attached to people easily so once you’re his, you’re his for life. He is not going to let you go, not after you’ve won over his heart.

• You guys have seen what Rusty is willing to do for a car that was gifted to him so just imagine the lines he’d cross and the skulls he’d crush if anyone was stupid enough to lay a hand on you. Do not touch his cars and lord don’t ever touch his lady.

• One thing about Rusty is he may be a maniac with a temper problem, but he ain’t no cheater. You will never have to worry about him being with anyone else while on the road and he expects the same respect in return. He has two things on his mind while traveling; getting the load to its destination then coming straight home to you.

• When out in public, don’t expect to get any space from this man. He’s attached to you like bees to honey. If he’s unable to be near you, best believe he’s watching your every move from the shadows, waiting for any signs of distress.

• Hates crowds. By himself they’re not a problem since most tend to avoid him, but with you he’s in a constant state of vigilance, eyes actively searching for possible danger beneath his hat.

• If he ever looks and sees you aren’t there, this cool and collected man will become the definition of distraught. When he finds you, you are so going to hear it on the way to the truck and on the way home.

• “Rusty please, I said I was sorry.”

• “Damn near caused me to have a heart attack looking for you, darlin’. You can’t do that to me.”

• If this man could put you on one of those toddler leashes, he would.

• Seatbelt in the truck is a must. No ifs, ands, or buts. He drives a heavy piece of machinery all day long and when you are on board, he’s hauling precious cargo. If you try to argue, he will put it on himself, kissing you hard as he leans over to hush your complaining.

• Keeps a pillow and blanket in the truck when you get cold or need to sleep. The first time you fell asleep in the passenger seat your head kept banging the window and he was worried you were going to end up with a concussion.

• “That was the best sleep I’ve ever had I think.”

• “You worry me sometimes.”

• Hates to see you in pain, especially when it prevents you from riding with him. It eats him up inside when he’s unable to be near you. He’ll call you from the road every few hours to check up on you and if you ask for him, he’ll stop whatever he’s doing and turn the truck around.

• Don’t get him started about your period. He dreads it every month.

• “I hate it for you, baby girl. Is there anything I can do for ya?”

• “Can I put my feet on you? They’re cold.”

• “Prop’em up here.”

NSFW 18+

• Loves how horny you are on it though. Waking up in the middle of the night because you’re in the mood is the one and only reason he’d wake up early on his day off and not be grumpy. You have every permission to use his body as you please. Playing audience to you half asleep seeking him out, hand slipping him out of his sweatpants and making a pleased noise when you do is a sight to behold for this old man. He’ll lean against the headboard with an arm above his head and a hand stroking the back of yours while you suck eagerly.

• “My, my, what an appetite. Were you hungry, darlin’? Take as much as you want, then.”

• Always makes sure you are satisfied. He ain’t happy until you are. If he doesn’t think you’ve had enough, he’ll give you more. One more thrust, one more swipe of his tongue, whatever it is he’s giving it to you. He loves seeing you come undone, spewing nonsense, taking turns from pushing at his chest then pulling him back down again.

• One day he jokingly says that he’d love to brand you with the cattle iron with his initial on it not thinking anything of it until you ask him where he wants to put it.

• And were dead serious.

• He places the prod on your hip and presses, holding you in place between his knees while you bravely take the pain. When it’s over, he’ll admire his work and the person it’s placed on.

[twofacecreations]

I've had a recent MHA idea in my head that I'd love to see as either a short story or a comic. If I have time I may end up drawing some skits.

Basically Izuku would have a moss quirk. This would basically make him a living mass of moss, fungi, and other plant matter with a soil core. He would look entirely human unless injured or eating. Although his skin would feel like soft beds of moss, when under stress it can cause rashes similar to poison Ivy.

He's capable of photosynthesis thanks to his green hair, but is incapable of ingesting normal food. Due to water and nutrients needing to be obtained through soil, he is capable of storing soil inside his body. Rather than having any type of organs , he uses the soil in a similar way to a digestive track. His mouth acts as a direct entrance and exit to his soil, and pouring water into his mouth allows him to water said soil. The same works for food.

As he is a moving plant rather than a stationary one, he would need to photosynthesize in peak conditions constantly to keep up with his body's demands. Due to this, he would not be able to 'digest' anything that would take a long time to decompose, as that is the only way for him to draw nutrients from his body soil. To combat this, he can either reject the nutrient deficient soil and replace it with fresh compost, or ingest decomposing mater. Constantly dispelling and ingesting bacteria rich soil; aswell as feasting continuously on decomposing animals, coffee grounds, rotting fruit, etc, would allow for him to remain active, provided there is enough sunlight. A high powered glow light is very sufficient at ensuring his high light requirements are met.

Personality wise, I think this quirk would affect him a lot. Not a lot of energy would be stored for processing, and would rather go into ensuring he has the correct conditions to live. Due to this he would likely remain slow moving and slow processing despite his intelligence, only moving quickly in the case of imminent danger or fresh food. This would make talking low on the priority scale and considered a waist of precious energy.

His social life would be near zero, no one wanting to hang around the kid that regularly feasts on road kill. But this would also lead to physical bullying being avoided out of pure disgust, even Bakugo flinching away from possible contact.

I'm just imagining him becoming one with the forest floor, shoving handfulls of dirt in his mouth, and getting reprimanded for feasting on roadkill Infront of scared pedestrians lol

[silvcrignis]

Devil’s nickname for Cruella “Skeleton Twat” seems so dickheaded & crude compared to Cruella’s nickname for him “Bunny” until you remember what bunnies are known for & realise they’re JUST as shitty as each other & DESERVE each other.

[crust-kitty]

local merc becomes public menace to goodsprings bighorner farmers 

ive had the idea that there should be bighorner/brahmin rodeos in fallout for years now but never did anything with it. i think they could either be professionally organized in settlements and even have tournaments. orrrr sometimes its just impromptu thrill seeking

[emillow]

Well I'm done with my OC from Roadkill. Not quite good with the coloring but I was in a rush since school will start in a few hours 🤣