ayyy-imma-ninja

[brandwhorestarscream]

I saw your post about making Megatron suffer and figured I might as well share the scenario I came up with after seeing the Earthspark finale :3

When Megatron is still under Mandroid's control, Mandroid, in a fit of spite, gives Megatron to his Sharkticons to enjoy.

They enjoy him very well.

Some time after the finale, Megatron realises that he's carrying, and with a creeping sense of dread, realises he doesn't know if Optimus is the sire or... the Sharkticons. It hadn't been immediately obvious to him what they had done, not in the chaos of the ensuing battle, but then he had seen the traces of dried fluid on his thighs, felt the faint ache. He's familiar with the signs. It's not the first time.

He knows he should tell Optimus. He knows Optimus would never blame him. But the situation, what he nearly did to Twitch, has changed what he thought he knew about himself.

For premium angst, my very first thought is either miscarriage or abortion

There's just. There is so much going on rn. He's recovering from the trauma of being mind controlled, they all are, but there's so many additional levels for his. Being helpless at the hands of some horrible sadist with more power than him, forcing him to act according to their will and nothing more. It's nothing short of slavery, an even more sinister brand than the one he endured on Cybertron in his youth. He has perfectly crystal clear memories of the sharkticons using and abusing him, over and over and over again: in the memories he feels nothing but numbness, but reliving them with his helm clear is violating all over again. He feels dirty, he feels filthy, he feels worthless and used and wells up with such intense aelf loathing and disgust it nearly kills him

He looks at that baby spark orbiting his and feels sicker than he ever has. It's not something conceived out of love, it's something born of a terrible assault and the thought makes him feel hollow.

He doesn't... he doesn't want it, he realizes. Part of him feels bad, but a bigger part of him feels disgust crawling all over his mesh at the sheer thought of them. He hates the idea of bearing one of those monsters' children, and deep down, he knows he could never love them the way a sparkling needs to be loved

It's a hard decision to make and even harder to carry out. There's no medic available to them: the closest they have is Wheeljack. Ratchet and Hook haven't been seen in years. He has to do it himself, in the dead of night, shut away from everyone else and bearing his own spark. He stares down at the innocent little orb nestled close to his soul, so tiny and innocent and unassuming. He's shaking as he whispers, "I'm sorry, little one..." and reaches in to gently close his fingers around them. They go out in an instant, a painless death, and he never breathes a word of it to anyone

[stiffyck]

I apologize for what I am about to do this is a lie.

During LL, soon after Joel leaves, the first night he's truly alone on Magic Mountain, Scar wakes up and his crutches are messed up again. He goes around talking to folks, politely explaining that this is a boundary that shouldn't be crossed. He's very much left the persona behind because this is serious, but people react as if he's peddling crystals and not facts. He can't figure out why these folks he called friends are acting like that until he overhears someone asking someone else if they were sure 'this' was okay just outside his house as he's trying to fall asleep. Then Grian's voice reassures him that all was fair in the game, and that it wasn't a big deal.

When they sneak in, Scar just stares at them, and as they stammer out excuses just says, "I heard you." They both flee, but Scar just stares at the door for a long while. There wasnt remorse on either face. He finally falls asleep with his crutches in bed with him because the discomfort and occasional bruise is worth then remaining unbothered.

When he wakes up the next morning, its with a streak of white in his hair and the realization that he's truly alone.

When he gets back to Hermitcraft he puts locks on all his doors.

OH MY GOD WHY

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[lenaellsi]

doodle featuring retirement hobbies and the husbands subjected to them

[blabberoo]

so theres this one fic....

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice

[technically-human]

St. Hilarion's ghost story

[undertalethingems]

How do you think Sans reacts to Papyrus’s death during the runs?

If you mean in the base game, uh... we kinda already know? If Papyrus is killed, Sans doesn't show up again until the final corridor, where he'll ask "if you have some sort of special power, isn't it your responsibility to do the right thing?"

If you answer yes (that you do have that responsibility), then he responds, without eyelights or sound font, "Then why'd you kill my brother?"

And if you answer no (you aren't responsible), you get "well, that's your viewpoint. i won't judge you for it.... You dirty brother killer."

There's also the line of description you get if you go on to have a concert with Shyren after killing Papyrus: "A hooded figure watches the commotion from afar." It replaces the line that mentions Sans selling toilet paper tickets to your concert, and of course, of all the characters with hoods in the game, he's the one who would be most concerned with tracking your actions after killing Papyrus. So, it makes the most sense to infer that this hooded figure is Sans.

So his reactions, to me at least, suggest that not only is he heartbroken, he's furious with you. But Sans isn't one for direct confrontations and shouting like Undyne is, so he watches, and I think he still tries to understand why you'd do something so horrible. But that doesn't stop him from being angry because there's no excuse for killing his brother, but sparing other monsters, that he can fathom.

I'm personally not a fan of depictions of Sans sobbing over Papyrus' dusty scarf--he just doesn't strike me as a guy whose first reaction is to cry. For my understanding of him, it makes more sense for him to go numb, initially, then save his anger for his parting shot in the last corridor. No matter what you answer, Sans gets the last word in, and it's always to remind you that you did not have to kill his brother.

So uh, yeah. that's what I think.

[jellymellydraws]

[courfee]

17 December 1975 / 15 May 1976

[lorehappy83]

"Do what you must, Angel. I don't think you can do the wrong thing"

[emmyrosee]

What would boyfriend sukuna do if he accidentally made his beloved cry? 👀🩵

*claps hands together and bites lip* AYO-

You’d been arguing about something minuscule, about whose turn it was to wash the dishes, and he merely rolled his eyes and said he could find someone else who would do it.

Because sukuna doesn’t think. No matter the time, the context, the situation, when he’s on defense, he’s going to bring out the big guns and says things to hurt. To damage, to break, to shatter.

Because sukuna is not a good person. He may smack on this “learning how to love” facade, he may hold doors open for you and cradle you when you cry, he may introduce you to his friends and family, but at the end of the day, he’s a trashy man who just fends for himself and only thinks about himself.

Or. That’s what he thought.

Until he sees the hot, betrayed tears bubbling in your waterline. He sees the way your shoulders are tightened, and the way your bottom lip wobbles. He sees the way you look at him in disgust, in hatred, you hate him you shouldn’t even be looking at him right now, but you’re so in disbelief that he could conjure such a claim to you that, like a car accident, you can’t look away. Your eyes glaze over his body in distain and god, fuck, he would do anything, worship any gods, fight any evil and give up his greatest treasures if it meant you’d never look at him like this again.

“Why would you say that?” You whimper, and he sees your hand twitch as it makes a move to wipe the tear, but you never connect the movement. The tear falls, and so does your clenched hand. “Did that make you feel better? To hurt me like that?”

“No,” he chokes. “No, no, this isn’t right, I didn’t mean that-“

“You sure had a hell of a time hiding it,” you scoff, and your arms come up to hug yourself, an action that he should be doing, but he feels like if he moves he’s going to shatter. “God, fuck, what were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t,” he rasps. He cards a big hand through his hair, “fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, not to you, never to you.” His hands ball into fists as he loses himself, “fuck, fuck fuck, god, I swear I didn’t mean that, I would never-“

“But you did, Sukuna,” you wail in anguish. “And you said it so easily, what, do you have someone else on the back burner?”

“I don’t!” He says, mind melting and heart pounding because he ruined this, he ruined one of the few good things in his life, all with one stupid phrase he never should’ve even let cross his mind, let alone his lips. “It’s only you, I’m only ever obsessed with you! I love you!”

Love is not a word Sukuna uses. It’s more well intentioned hugs and kisses, he’s a shower not a teller, and he takes in a big gulp of air as the foreign word tingles his tongue. You blink at him in awe, and he lets out a shaky sigh, “god, fuck, I love you. And… And-And-And I’d never want to make you hurt this. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

The room is quiet. The air is heavy as sukuna watches you cautiously, not sure where to go from here.

Then, you sniffle and walk towards him. You slip into his arms, and sukuna thinks you’re made of glass, too fragile to be in his cruel embrace. He gently cradles the back of your head as you cry softly into his chest. “I’m sorry,” he echos. “I mean it. Never going to say that shit again.”

“You fucked up,” you sniffle.

He swallows the thick wad in his throat and blinks up to the sky, begging to be grounded in his heightened state.

“I know.”

“I hate you.”

But he’s got you, for now. That’s all he cares about, and if you ever smarten up and leave him for the dirt he is, he’d never blame you.

But for now…

“I know.”

[mobius-m-mobius]

Oh, Crowley. Nothing lasts forever.

[hinamie]

quick itfs sketch page

[canisalbus]

What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.

✦ Separation ✦

[coffeecatcraze]

The fact that Vaggie knew it was a HORRIBLE idea for her to go to Heaven because there were so many things that could go wrong and so many bad memories there, but her girlfriend needed her and she couldn't say no to her cute face; the fact that the headstrong, optimistic, determined, powerful Princess of Hell knew she couldn't handle taking this huge step alone and the only one person she could imagine being by her side in that critical moment was Vaggie.

The fact that even when she felt so hurt, heartbroken, and betrayed and tried for a second to deny it, Charlie never stopped loving Vaggie, still referred to her as her girlfriend, and had full faith that she was completely succeeding in her task (getting detailed sensitive information from a weapons-dealing Overlord) while Charlie herself was struggling and failing with her own.

The fact that even with Charlie so upset that she intentionally threw a painful commentbat her (a comment with a subtle double meaning, though Charlie herself was definitely NOT thinking clearly enough to realize that implication and only meant to make a jab at the secret-keeping), Vaggie still wanted so desperately to protect Charlie out of love that she regrew angelic wings despite having been in Hell for years.

The fact that one gesture from Charlie told Vaggie everything she wanted to say to her, and that mutual understanding was so complete that she didn't hesitate to run to her knowing she would be accepted because her girlfriend still loved her and forgave her.

The support, love, and intimate understanding these two share even when things are hard and painful is so beautiful. They've been together for years; they've been through so much; and it's wonderful to have that respected and portrayed canonically instead of dipping into that easy, fan-craved trope of dramatically heavy relationship angst. I'm glad they left that angst itch to be scratched by fanworks instead, because these ladies aren't that type.

They are powerful; they are determined; they balance and complete each other; and most importantly, they are so head-over-heels and experienced in their love for each other that it took one day for Charlie to deeply consider everything and fully reconcile with Vaggie, who never doubted her even for a second. Their relationship isn't just established; it's stable, and I love to see that for a wlw couple. <3