#what-if fuzz au

[superluigiglitchy]

Just finished rewatching SMG4 What-if? and now im having feelings

aka Fuzzy Meggy au based on that fucked up Fuzzy Desti au @duckapus made where Mr. Grizz found Desti's body in the ocean and decided to do the trial runs for the fuzzy ooze which brought her back to life but fucked her up BIG TIME but like its Meggy instead (here)

(Long post ahead)

a few things before I start explaining away

Since Meggy's death each member of the gang have started wearing an article of orange in they're usually outfits (Saiko's twin tail ribbons are orange, Tari has an orange arm band on her hoodie, Mario has an orange Inkling patch stitched onto his overalls etc.) as a way to commemorate her

The three pieces of Meggy's head gear went to Luigi (beanie), Mario (headphones) and Tari (goggles) all three of them guard these pieces with they're lives

So many people blame themselves for Meggy's death that it can give someone chronic depression (read: me) but here's a few people of note

Axol: Despite the reassurances of the gang (including that of Desti's) Axol deeply blames himself for not knowing that Francis had made another Sephiroth and being able to erase it before it went and killed someone

Paige: Since their older sisters death they have double down on being the NSS's Captain and have worked harder than ever before much to the other agent's worry and concern, they have sever survivor's guilt an a guilt complex and as much as the other agents and cuttle fish try to help they either outright refuse or avoid them however that may change soon during the NSS's exploration of the ancient human settlement known as Altera

Tari: having lost her best friend and in the throws of grief she decided to learn to be stronger earlier than in canon with the help of Saiko surprisingly out of everyone she seems to have gotten a control over her grief, she still deeply wishes Meggy were still here with them but she knows that's not possible however she's been having strange dreams lately of her late friend but surely those are just that, dreams... Or are they?

Luigi: Since Meggy's death he has learned to not be as much of a scaredy cat and to pull his weight around in the team he still deeply misses her but he also acts as a rock for whenever the grief of the others gets too much for them, Especially for Mario however he like the others misses her greatly and often tries to 'think like Meggy' as he puts it when stuck in a pickle

Mario: Out of everyone he has the most grief over the lost of his best friend and sister, because of this it was like a switch was flipped and now he acts more subdued and not as chaotic (think of him as a mix between his memey self and pre-smg4 self) (which deeply disturbs everyone, even Peach surprisingly enough) however he is still the Avatar of the universe so he still gets dragged into insane adventures because of it only with a more subdued attitude and more responsible and smart (again deeply disturbs everyone) he often wonders that if he didn't instigate the anime challenge would none of this have happened? Luigi tries to assist him in processing the grief and guilt and help with his depression but it doesn't seem to be quite working

Desti: she is currently on the hunt for Sephiroths head and to get revenge so she has too much anger right now to process her guilt and grief which can rival even Mario's if not surpass it

Peach: since the fiasco of the anime arc Peach has become more thoughtful to others and careful in her decisions regarding Mario's antics and feels responsible for this mess having happened (she WAS the one responsible placing the ban in the first place) she acts much like her canon self here, everyone has mixed feelings over her however, Saiko especially who personally blames Peach for what she sees as causing the death of her friend Saiko hasn't really expressed this as not to aggravate the others but Peach sorta knows with how often Saiko shoots the Stink Eye at her

And that's about it now onto the au itself

During Splatoon 3's story mode (or at least this universe's version of it) the NSS find themselves stalked by a cat-like creature covered in scars and brown fur

(honestly they wouldn't really have noticed if not for Captain 3 halting everyone from moving pointing out that they were being watched by something and ironically enough the thing showed itself) shockingly though it began to smother Captain 3 with affection and purring like crazy much to Paige's annoyance and confusion and Callie and Marie's amusement

Callie: hehehe, it looks like it likes you captain

Paige being smothered with affection furiously by a purring cat creature: I am aware of that agent 1- HEY NO LICKING!!

Anyways now the NSS has this weird ass cat thing that's very clingy to their captain (the amount of black mail Andi has now is insane) and seems to have grown a liking to Andi as well ironically enough and ends up helping in the space battle quite a lot

Meanwhile as this is happening harbor and 8 end up helping Desti who was on the back ropes to defeat Sephiroth (much to her reluctance and stubbornness) and ends up taking her back to homebase cause 1. Cuttlefish were worried sick about her and 2. They ain't letting her disappear for several months again and it's here where they find out about the giant cat monster thing that the NSS have came to call Fuzzball instead of Subject 001 (which was the codename Mr. Grizz gave her) who takes an extreme liking to Desti MUCH to her confusion

Desti being cuddled to death by Fuzzball: what the fu-

Paige covered in orangey brown fur: you get used to it

Anyways something something the NSS and the smg4 crew have they're monthly meet up with a giant fuzzy cat thing in tow and because of E. Gadd shenanigans they find out that Fuzzball is actually Meggy *insert moment of disbelief and tear it filled moment here along with a bunch of reactions*

So anyways thanks to a combination of E. Gadd, the NSS, some help from Marina's memeverse and memery fuckery cause why tf not, they are able to find a cure for fuzzification for both the affected octarians and Meggy

But because of how long she's been trapped in Grizzco. and how long she's been experimented they weren't able to cure her all the way so now she's a cat bear squid human thing but that's just fine by the gang because they'll always love Meggy no matter what and BOY did they miss her

Bonus Megdesti:

[duckapus]

Bestie we gotta stop giving Meggy body horror trauma, I have 2 aus where Meggy's gets fuzzified and now you have an au where Meggy is part fungus - superluigiglitchy

part alien fungus! :D

[kitpine]

He's here to remind you of what you've done, Scott. Or would you like to indulge- forget it all again?

After a moment's consideration: here he is without the background

[phantasmaltrain]

[amarriageoftrueminds]

went to sleep watching yt vids of people getting mythical-creature tattoos and had a dream about Ancient Greek (demigod?) Hero Steve meeting Minotaur Bucky (just a dude w/ horns and hooves and a nose ring) in the labyrinth 😳

so... there's a helluva thing

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@idleds sent: “ 27 for the mystery gang B) ”         you chose this!

sunday, 2:03 p.m. the afternoon church service concluded two hours ago, but ms. donaghu stayed for an additional forty minutes to complete her rounds. she greeted her neighbours and acquaintances, all of them appreciating today’s sermon. like clockwork, the widow carried out her sunday routine with thorough dedication: coat up on the hook by the front door, a simple but warm and filling lunch, old westerns on the television. a wedding portrait in the hall connecting the kitchen and living room is bathed in warm sunlight, twin smiles on a momentous day in full display.

jiwon sees one half of those smiles aimed at him now, framed around pleasant small talk of one kid or another who fell from their bike the other day and broke an arm. atop the stove, a kettle whistles and rattles with such ferocity that jiwon fears it may burst—until little old ms. donaghu shuts the flame and picks up the kettle by the handle. she is quick to shoot down jiwon’s offer to carry it for her, insisting that decades of practise have trained her wrists specifically for this talent. traditional pour over coffee, made from the finest torrefacto beans imported from argentina. her home is cosy, perfect for two but seemingly cramped with three now. seunggi had to carry over one of the garden chairs from outside to have his own seat at the table.

“ms. donaghu, you were a nurse at the city hospital, right?” jiwon asks as he accepts the offered cup of coffee, and ms. donaghu nods while handing a second mug to seunggi. “did you ever hear anything about the, uh... the faceless ghoul? was there really a patient who lost his face in a terrible accident?”

image-based prompts: ACCEPTING!

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU

part 1

“Are you lost?” Munson frowns, propping his shoulder against the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. His rings glint against his jacket sleeve; he’s got new tattoos on his fingers.

Steve’s head fills with static fuzz for a second, and he stares like a mouth-breathing idiot before helpfully answering: “Um.”

“…Right. Well, this has been weird as shit, man, but, uh— pharmacy’s closed until my uncle leaves at sundown, so…” He lifts his hand to make a shooing motion, then pauses, assessing Steve with narrowed eyes. “What are you all dressed up like a good little school boy for, anyway? Didn’t you graduate last year?”

Oh, okay. Wow. (Like, yeah, he does kinda look like some goody two-shoes freshman with Robin’s forgotten backpack hiked up way too high under his armpits, but also fuck you, dude.) Steve squares his shoulders, plasters a falsely polite smile on his face and cocks his head to the side, all innocent, like he doesn’t know, like he’s just asking, man. “Sure did. Weren’t you supposed to do that, too?”

Munson glares at him like he’s imagining doing to him what Misty did to the rat. “I really don’t want to fight this early in the morning, man.”

“I’d love to see you try,” Steve snorts. “What, Munson? You gonna beat my ass? Think you can take me? Go ahead.”

He doesn’t know why he’s egging on a fight, but he’s suddenly itching for one. Feels the urge bubbling up beneath the surface. Hot under the collar. Probably this is the part where Tommy would hold him back and tell him it isn’t worth it, man, come on, but Tommy’s not around anymore.

A lot of people aren’t around anymore.

Nobody fights for fallen kings.

So Steve bows up with a sneer and a huff, and Munson does the same, and that’s… concerning. It gets a hell of a lot more concerning when he flashes a menacing grin and claps a hand to Steve’s shoulder; gets right up in his face, nose to nose, breath sharp with spearmint to cover the scent of weed.

From Wayne’s point of view they might almost look like friends.

Steve barely hears the thwck slice past his bad ear before he feels the cold press of a blade against his throat. Pocket knife, unpocketed. Munson’s smile widens, and Steve swallows hard, feels his pulse jump against the blade, the blood rushing to his cheeks. It shouldn’t be hot. (And it isn’t, because it shouldn’t be.)

“You want to try that again?”

Munson’s voice is deadly soft, a raspy whisper that makes Steve’s hair stand on end. His eyes are huge and dark. Intense. Kind of endless.

Kind of like Nancy’s when she’s staring down a loaded gun.

Steve blinks and licks the sweat off his upper lip, fingers trembling against frayed denim where he’s got his hands raised in surrender. “We’re c-cool, man. We’re cool. My mistake.”

Munson backs off with a pleased look on his face, snaps the knife shut and tucks it back into his pocket. Soft squeak of worn leather; casual shrug. “Cool. Glad we understand each other.”

Then he scruffs Steve under the chin — patronizing and quick, this humiliating little bullshit maneuver like ‘chin up, Steve-o’ before he hops down the steps and swings himself up into his van. The tires screech in the loose gravel, and Steve just stands there and stares. Gobsmacked. Pissed off.

A little stiff in his jeans.

When he looks down there’s a black cat brushing itself against his sneakers. “Misty?” he asks.

“M’row,” says the cat.

There’s a dead bird at her feet.

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part 3

[spliceyblues]

So if it were MalleYuu, Malleus would get the most popularity solely based off his status and earthly power. Though realistically, at first he'd be ridiculed, mocked, and strippen down his title upon the capture. He rose to fame because of how recognized he is. I mean, hey isn't that the one human that claimed to be a fae prince of some valley?What's his fuzz all about? A fool turning into a dragon beast defending- hey wait a minute, he isn't human at all!? Of course, this was Twisted Wonderland we're dealing with. Aliens would presume those horns meant he was some other beastmen.

Ah-- and there goes the sudden interest, the rumors, the attention...the fame.

We all know Malleus can definitely sing and is musically acquainted with. Of course he'd use that as an advantage.

Then there's Yuu..

His beloved Yuu...

So we fast forward to the first round.

The audience cheering and betting on the obvious Mal win..Just a simple landslide of a win. I mean who even is this Yuu human they speak of?

But what if...

it doesn't happen.

On stage, they sing a duet. In their eyes, they see each other for the last time because they know it's their last night together.

And they harmonize beautifully...

Like as if their voices were a true match from the heavens. A duet so perfectly rehearsed and tuned melody. Almost like they were making a powerful love confession through their voices.

And as they gazed into each other's galactic eyes, hoping that their strategy might have worked...well at least one remained hopeful.

A splash of blood instantly hits Yuu's face as their smile slowly fades along the endless gleam of light glowing above them.

The mocking sign of the first round winner displaying above:

Round 1 Winner: Yuu

☆ " The galactic stardust in your eyes spread out

In the endless darkness, I find you with your scent

Even if I fall asleep in infinity, don't leave my side. " ☆

MalleYuu ALNST AU

RookVil ALNST AU here

[not-the-cheese]

one sentence(ish) summaries of every magnus archive episode PART 2

(eps 61-110) thank u for the funny comments and tags on the last part i love u guys

the rest of these may take a while as i've caught up to where i am currently in the podcast but i will finish them like in a month i promise

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61. the thrilling sequel to man does not open coffin: man DOES open coffin.

62. surely this doctor can find an easier way to scam people out of money than putting them in a little book.

63. THE DARK ATE MY BROTHER IN LAW.

64. this is possibly the plot of laura croft tomb raider

65. mmm crumchy

66. what's the opposite of an unboxing video

67. as close to a coffeeshop au as you're going to get from this podcast

68. Doctors hate him! Man REFUSES to die from tuberculosis!

69. your college's psych department has the worst idea ever.

70. reverse death note

71. not even death will stop this woman from taking the british subway

72. man doesn't want to be low key racist in his last moments before getting eaten

73. police versus the second coming of dark jesus

74. lady is haunted by an ad for coffee

75. mike crew says "uh fuck it let's just put this guy on a skyscraper forever"

76. ryan from buzzfeed unsolved breaks into a train yard and suffers consequences

77. you're not a enough of a bitch to be my real mom

78. man gets harassed by his cousin and then exorcises him

79. you know that chase scene in scooby doo with the doors

80. stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen leitner

81. i have been personally victimized by the sequel to the hungry hungry caterpillar

82. pov: elias threatens to cancel you

83. mannequin takes matters into its own hands after people don't like its pitch for a new window display

84. a hoarder put newspaper on my friend's face :(

85. hey there's maybe a little man upon these stairs?

86. man gets got by a squiggly thing in the dark.

87. plumber is so oblivious to spooky happenings around him that it possibly saves his life.

88. guys i think this guy likes to dig

89. lesbian investment banker finds a new, less evil job: arson!

90. guy who turns people's bones starts a gym where he promises not to turn your bones! (he is lying)

91. i was stalked by lightning for 10 years and i all i got were these stupid scars

92. jonah magnus is a bad friend // another day another elias slay

93. ocd is no match for purple fuzz

94. let the bodies drop gently to the floor let the bodies drop gently to the floor

95. im so sorry my brain refuses to remember what the war ones were about but i think one guy got gently kissed on the forehead so that's pretty nice.

96. diversity wins! the not-quite-human delivery men who stole your identity and business are maybe gay?

97. man gets gaslighted by an entire town about a hole

98. 🎶mister sandman bring me a dream, actually don't, please stay far from me 🎶

99. another one bites the dust

100. archival assistants face off against the general public (they lose)

101. jon finally levels up high enough to unlock an eldritch horror's tragic backstory

102. LOCAL MAN MARRIES BUG

103. peppa eats a clown and they cover her in concrete instead of congratulating her.

104. pennywise stole my brother's skin

105. it's world war z baby

106. Something Big Is In Space.

107. man is interrogated about the time he saw thomas the train roasts people alive and also sans is there

108. actor is stalked by mask who liked his monologue so much that it tells its mask friends to come watch.

109. sometimes a family is just a serial killer's daughter and that guy who maybe killed some vampires

110. yeah man those spiders be eating

Part 1 |

[cheriiyaya]

💌 @saelique asked: mkay this has been in my mind 4 too long now but... beastzai taking care of ur wounds :( AGHHHHHHH 💌cheriiyaya answered: beastzai is just sooo ugh !! i need him sb :((

Contents: Beast au, lowkey not my best work at all, mentions of wounds and blood, established relationship, hurt/comfort, I have zero medical knowledge so dont come after me lovelies!!

you swung your dangling legs back and forth as you slouched on dazai's desk, teeth digging into your cheek as you tenderly touched the scarlet wound that bloomed against the delicate skin of your shoulder.

"I could've fixed it up myself, y'know that right?" You looked over to dazai as he placed disinfectant and bandages beside you on his mahogany desk. His pretty lips quirked up at the corners as he tugged the sticky, red stained shirt down to pool at the swell of your hips

"And tire you out even more?." He gasped dramatically, pressing his lips against your shoulder. "Just what kind of lover do you take me as?" Dazai chuckled as you rolled your eyes and huffed. He pulled away, squeezing your biceps once before soaking a handkerchief in disinfectant and wiping in across the wound. He shushed you softly as you winced and squirmed in discomfort, dragging the thumb of his free hand over the curve of your collarbone.

Your eye twitched a bit from the burn, forcing back tears as you took in a shaky breath and loosely gripping the lapels of dazai's coat, resting your forehead on his chest. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on the sensation of his calming hums and his gentle touch.

The handkerchief pulled away from the wound, and you felt the pain slowly fuzz away to a whisper tingling your nerves. "See? S'not that bad is it? Quit being a baby, sweetheart." Dazai kissed your temple, the presence of a teasing smile felt on your skin.

"Shut it 'samu..." You huffed as he stifled a laugh, bandaging up your wound. It was strange, even to you. Seeing the feared boss of the Port Mafia switch into this gentle lover with you sent butterflies fluttering up your stomach.

You thought back to when you first came back from the mission, how Gin told you to head to Dazai's office rather than the infirmary. Scrunching up your nose, you inquired. "Why did you send for me to come straight to your office?"

He pouted. "What? I just didn't want some old man's ugly hands on you!" Dazai flicked your forehead, giggling childishly as you rubbed the spot he hit.

"Riiight. That's the only reason, right?"

Dazai hummed nonchalantly, but you knew better. His eyes held that familiar glint of trouble in them- the one you knew from a number of nights waking up to his face contorted in worry as he traced your features as if you weren't there- and his giggles and jests didn't hold the same teasing tone to them, as if he wasn't trying to make you adorably annoyed or humored for once.

"You were worried, weren't you?" It sounded less like a question and more like a statement.

Silence persisted.

His sighed and secured the bandaged over the wound, his smile shifting into one that held more of a sorrow to it. Dazai dipped his head down to and pressed the softest of kisses against the dip of your clavicle. You felt one of his hands slide down to plant on your hip, the other carding through the soft strands of your hair.

The answer was obvious, even if dazai wouldn't say it.

©Cheriiyaya 2024

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[pinkanonwrites]

Handle with Care

Rodimus has finally been allowed to bring you into a meeting to hopefully curb some of his rampant fidgeting problems. It ends up having unforeseen consequences.

First Contact AU! Rodimus/Human Reader

NSFW, DUB-CON, Accidental Stimulation, Rodmius has ADHD and you can pry that fact out of my cold dead hands

(Since this is a First Contact AU Rodimus uses Cybertronian words for body parts instead of human ones for you, but the Reader is a human!)

Rodimus knew he always did his best thinking when he had something to do with his servos. As insistent as Ultra Magnus was that his endless tapping, bouncing, and desk-carving was simply "an untapped well of craving for mayhem", Rodimus knew that having even a little something to fiddle with would make those endless, droning safety meetings into something just barely bordering on tolerable.

And since Ultra Magnus was also sick of his relentless desk vandalism, he finally gave the begrudging all-clear for Rodimus to bring his favorite organic to the meeting room.

"They can remain so long as they are not a distraction." With his soft little buddy cupped carefully in his servos, not even Ultra Magnus's stern words could sway his captain's notable enthusiasm.

"You say that as if they could be any more distracting than the bot carrying them." Megatron added.

"You worry too much! We'll be quieter than moon mice, right bud?" Rodimus ran a thumb over your soft, fuzz-covered helm as he took his seat. You were sitting comfortably in the center of his right palm, legs dangling over the edge between his digits. He kept his middle and ring digits curled up slightly to keep you from toppling forward, and you'd settled yourself in with your arms folded atop them and your chin resting against the tips of his digits. He gave you another soft stroke to the helm and beamed at the content little chirp you let out in response.

Ultra Magnus cleared his vents. "If we may begin, we have a lot of ground to cover. Starting with the grievous filing system Brainstorm has insisted on using for the weapons bay. It flaunts any Cybertronian standard known to bot and presents a massive safety risk when considering…"

Yeah, if Rodimus hadn't brought you along he'd already be itching for a dagger to start carving caricatures with. Instead his left-servo digits wandered lazily over your helm and shoulders, absentmindedly petting as his processor already started phasing out the dialogue of his second-in-command. Primus, organics really were so soft. Even your little coverings were soft, he noted as he ran a digit tip over the fabric covering your torso. You let out another quiet hum, melting ever further into Rodimus's grip as he patted you.

"And if you think your petition to install turbo-thrusters on your private vehicle was approved, Rodimus, I assure you it was not."

"WHA-?! What's wrong with the turbo thrusters? Brainstorm already approved the prototype!" He sat upright and forward in his seat, left servo cupping around your back to make sure you weren't overly jostled. "And they'll look great on the Rod Pod, too. Already painted and everything."

"We can't have one of our captains blowing himself up meteor surfing just because he wanted a thrill. And must I emphasize the use of the word 'prototype'? Meaning 'unfinished and untested'?"

"What better way to test them than on my ship?" 

"Do you want them listed alphabetically, or by order of safety protocol?"

Rodimus grumbled, a buzzing charge of irritation spiking through his frame. He cupped your back tighter with his servo to make sure you were still settled in as he flumped back into his seat with an overly dramatic ex-vent. The motion pushed your entire soft fore up against his wide digits, and he could feel a shiver course through your small frame. 

"You bored yet?" He murmured, knowing you couldn't fully understand him but also knowing his comments would needle at Ultra Magnus. "Or are you cold? You feel pretty warm." A single digit stroked down the length of your spinal strut and Rodimus startled at the sudden, shaky in-vent you'd failed to stifle. "What was…?"

"Affectionate little organic you've found for yourself, Rodimus." Megatron's comment nearly made Rodimus leap out of his own plating. The taller mech gestured to the way you'd wrapped both of your arms around Rodimus's digits, your cheek pressed against the metal tip of one.

"W-Well yeah! I am their favorite, after all." He asserted, though his free digits kept wandering up and down the expanse of your back. The last thing he wanted was for Megatron and Ultra Magnus to think something was wrong with you. That would just give them more reason to not let him bring you to meetings. No, as soon as he could slip out of here he'd take you to Perceptor himself to get you checked out. Hopefully you could wait it out that long.

But as the meeting progressed Rodimus found that everything that was being said to him was going in one audial processor and straight out the other. He was too focused on your movement, each tiny rock and wriggle. He kept the palm of his other servo pressed against your back to keep you snug and warm, though his own sensors didn't indicate anything out of the norm for your current ambient temperature. Maybe you got bored like he did? Absent-mindedly he began bouncing you in his palm, just barely enough movement to jostle your frame. The dull motion would keep you occupied and keep Rodimus from going stir-crazy with nothing to fiddle with. He was killing two birdbots with one stone!

"...And if we're going to allow Swerve to continue his antics, I must insist that he is at least properly licensed and certified." 

"C'mon! It's good for-!" Rodimus had tried to interject, but before he could he was interrupted by a strangled yelp from his palm. All three bots' optics were drawn to your form as you shuddered in Rodimus's servo, arms and legs squeezing around his digits and your helm hanging over the tips of them, hiding your faceplate from view. Your own little servos pushed pathetically at Rodimus's, trying to shove your fore away from his touch as you whimpered.

"You didn't squash them, did you? Rodimus."

"They don't appear to be harmed. Merely… distressed?"

"No worries everything's fine let's pick this up next cycle sounds good okay BYE!" Rodimus spat out a flurry of placations and excuses as he scrambled to leave, cupping you close to his chest the entire sprint back to his own habsuite. Only once he was over his desk, littered with your various human-sized furniture and items, did he carefully uncup his hands and let you sprawl out across a single palm. You remained lying flat on your back, fore heaving as you vented, helm fluff sticky with your organic-made coolant where it clung to your face. As you made optic contact with him you let out the tiniest, most pathetic whine as your servos flew up to cover your face.

"Rodimus…" Though you couldn't fully understand each other, you had settled on a throaty, metered recreation of his name, doing your best to mimic the mechanical warbles he had used to introduce himself to you. He'd heard you use it a handful of times before, mostly to get his attention. But now? Now you seemed absolutely distraught, whining out the word in a high, flustered pitch through your cupped servos.

"What?! What did I do wrong?" He blinked owlishly down at you, poking ever so gently around your form with a free digit. He prodded at your helm, your shoulders, your chassis… But as his digits trailed down your fore you whimpered, hips jerking pathetically up as he neared your pelvis. You let out another embarrassed squeak, one of your pedes kicking frantically against his digit with a metal 'bang!' to shove it away. 

Oh. Oops.

Rodimus wasn't stupid, he knew that humans didn't have armor plating. Instead you delighted in covering yourself with various colorful fabrics for different occasions and times of day, a freedom of self-design that he both greatly admired and slightly envied.

But Rodimus had never actually considered that no armor really meant no armor. Not even a modesty plate. 

"I'm so sorry!" He hissed, heat rushing to his own faceplate as well. Accidentally making you overload in the middle of a meeting wasn't even on the list of possible ways Rodimus thought things could go wrong, but apparently now it needed to be added. He'd used the vibrating buzz if his digits many a time on other mechs and femmes, but he never intended to use it on you. At least not in that way! Letting you slide oh-so-carefully from his palm and onto the surface of the desk, you continued to languish in your humiliation sprawled out on your back. "I really didn't mean to! I know you don't know what I'm saying but I promise it wasn't on purpose!"

You glanced through your fingers at his faceplate and his apologetic frown, letting out another huff. This one sounded less overwhelmed though, more resigned. You gestured for him to bring a servo closer and he did, only for you to duck your helm under one of his digits and let him pet your soft organic head fluff. 

"You forgive me?" You couldn't understand him but gave him a small, reassuring pat on the palm. "Ahh, thank you! If it's any consolation, I don't think either of them noticed."

But as he carefully stroked your helm with two digits, a teeny tiny part of Rodimus's processor was curious. How hard was it for you to keep quiet? Was the wiggling around from you trying to get away from the stimulation, or chase it? Were you scared, overloading in a room full of giant mechs? Or was there a chance that part of you might have… enjoyed it?

Weird. He was weird. And he was going to file those thoughts away behind a door in his processor to only be opened when he needed things to feel self-deprecating about. Rodimus of Nyon, Captain of the Lost Light, secret fantasizer of human overloads… Yeah, that probably wouldn't go over well.

And yet, Rodimus couldn't help how little he actually minded that.

[holdmytesseract]

Little Prince

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki & Narfi

Summary: Loki shares a sweet moment with his newborn son.

Warnings: fluff - tooth rotting fluff. After all the angst, there has to be fluff, right? 🥹

Ladies, hold on to your ovaries, 'cause major dad!Loki warning!

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: I love this. 🥰

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

divider by @fictive-sl0th <3

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes; slowly waking up. Then Loki's gaze drifted to his luckily still sleeping wife. He smiled and tried to untangle himself as carefully as possible from your embrace - what actually was more difficult than it looked; almost holding the god in a death grip in your slumber.

Loki got woken up from his deep slumber, as he heard soft noises and cries coming from the baby monitor, which stood on his bedside table.

Of course put it the god there on purpose... To give you some well deserved sleep and rest.

In the end, Loki made it and slowly got out of bed; turning off the baby monitor on his way.

The noises and cries of his son had gotten audibly louder, so he quickly tiptoed out of the bedroom; closing the door behind himself.

Narfi's wailing increased even more. He could hear it. "Daddy's coming, little prince, " he whispered underneath his breath.

Once Loki entered the nursery, he made a beeline to his crib, of course, lifting the crying infant immediately up into his arms, "Oh my sweet boy..." and pressing a soft kiss on his black fuzz covered head.

"Daddy's here. I got you." He gently rocked Narfi and switched on the light; dimming it, so that he could carry him around the room.

His little snub nose was scrunched up; cheeks reddened from all the crying. Thick tears were running down his azure skin and dripping on his beige teddy bear onesie.

Loki tried to calm Narfi down and of course to find out the reason why he was crying. After checking and testing every possibility, he soon found out that he must be hungry.

Loki shifted the tiny boy, so that his head rested on his shoulder for support and stroked gently over his back in an attempt to reassure him further, while making his way to the kitchen. "Let's get you something to eat then, little prince."

Arrived at his destination, Loki grabbed a prepared bottle from the fridge and heated it up a bit, while still bouncing his baby son on his arm; kissing his small head repeatedly to give him the feeling of love and safety.

After a few minutes, Narfi's tiny hands flapped through the air; covering Loki's on the bottle. Seemingly, he was trying to hold the bottle on his own, causing the god to giggle softly. "Little prince, you can't hold the bottle alone yet. I know that you're a strong boy, but you're not that strong yet, trust me." He smiled down on him and took one of his hands in his bigger one; giving him his pointer finger to hold onto instead. "Here, you can hold on to daddy's finger, baby boy." The baby didn't let himself tell that twice, of course and grasped his father's digit tightly.

Once the milk had the perfect temperature, the god decided to go to the living room and sit down with him on the sofa.

"There we go, sweet boy." He bedded Narfi on his left arm and fed him the bottle with his right; gently pressing the soft silicone tip against his tiny lips. He was definitely hungry and started to suckle right away.

The prince watched over Narfi while he drank with so much adoration; his eyes unable to leave him.

He loved his son so so much, it hurt. This little human being was his everything. He, you and of course his princess.

When Narfi's tummy was full and his hunger satisfied, Loki went to the kitchen, cleaned up the bottle and returned with the drowsy baby on his arm to the living room. After all, he still had to burp him - but the task was done within a few minutes.

Instead of brining Narfi back to bed and tucking his son in, Loki laid him down on the sofa; a big, soft pillow underneath him. The god joined him then; laid on his stomach and propped himself up above Narfi with his forearms placed on each side of his small body.

The little boy smiled up at him with wide ruby eyes; clearly happy to see the face of his father. "You happy to see me, little prince?" A tiny finger vanished in his mouth as his eyes thoroughly look over Loki's face - who wore the biggest smile on his lips. Well, he always did when he looked at his children.

He repeated his actions a few times, before he took his small hand in his bigger one and went back to just admiring his son; taking in every detail. Loki wanted to carve everything his eyes saw in his mind. How his sweet, short, black fuzz curled itself on his head. How his long black whimpers framed his stunning ruby eyes. The little snub nose and his small, azure lips. He didn't care that it was in the middle of the night. He just wanted to have this moment with Narfi. With his son.

The god couldn't help himself but to take one of his small feet in his hand when he pulled his knees up to his belly; thumb tracing the even smaller toes.

Narfi lifted his other hand - the one which wasn't stuck in his mouth, up, and it landed, of course, on Loki's mouth; missing his eye by an hairsbreadth. The god chuckled and kissed his tiny palm, before blowing a raspberry against the soft skin; making him squeak and smile.

Loki smiled once more. His... He was his. The little boy that you gave him. Another, wonderful product of the pure, deep love you shared.

"What did I do to deserve such another wonderful gift? What did I do to deserve you, huh? My sweet, sweet baby boy." Narfi answered with a cute little noise and a huge smile. Another soft laugh left Loki's lips and the god played along his baby talk. "Oh yes? You think?" He squeaked and kicked his feet against his hand. "Smart, prince. And do you know how much I actually love you, little man?" Narfi's big eyes stared still into Loki's. With a smile, he dipped his head to pepper his face with small, gentle kisses. "I," kiss "Love," kiss "You," kiss "More," kiss "Than," kiss "Words," kiss "Can," kiss "Tell," kiss "I tried, Narfi. Believe me. But there are no words. Your big sister knows. In no language ever spoken on this realm, nor any other realm..." Loki looked down on his beautiful son; still admiring him, as he noticed how his eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each passing minute.

So he stood up again and lifted him in his arms; cradling him close against his chest, while swaying him gently from side to side .

"My prince..." Loki continued his speech from before. "I love you, sweet boy - with every beat of my heart and every breath I take. I love you more than the stars in the sky and all the nine realms together. I will love you forever, until the end of time and the collision of the universes. My love for you is unconditional and eternal. I promise you, that I will always be at your side. No matter what you do or where the path of life leads you. I will always be there, as long as I live." The god gently caressed his tiny cheek with the pad of his thumb; feeling his soft skin underneath his fingertip.

"I swear, that I will always protect you. If necessary, with my life. Yours and the ones of your mother and sister. I won't let anything ever happen to my family. Never."

Narfi had meanwhile loosened his grip on Loki's finger. His eyes had closed shut; breathing slow and even.

He smiled, stood up and carried him back to the nursery. Before he laid the infant down, he placed a soft kiss on his head.

"I love you," Loki mumbled against his fuzz and laid him carefully inside the crib.

With a last loving look on his son, he took the baby monitor and left the room again; switching off all the lights on the way and tiptoed back into the bedroom. To his sheer delight were you still sleeping peacefully. The god was very glad about it; happy to be able to help.

He smiled and switched on the baby monitor again, before he slipped back under the sheets and cuddled up to you; pulling you back against his chest.

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[harveywritings92]

{Monster au.} R/n, singing while washing the dishes: Oh, you never see a vampire with a full grown beard, But a vampire can't see his reflection! So a lack of facial hair is unbelievably weird, 'Cause you'd think shaving would be out of the question.

{König and Ghost stare at her in disbelief while Gaz and Soap laugh.}

Soap (is a Werewolf), notices the two vamps staring: What? she’s not wrong! 

Gaz (he’s half siren-half human): For all the time we’ve known you two, we have never seen either of you shave once! And yet, the brief glimpses of side-chin we’ve seen are always smoother than a baby’s arse!

König: Hey we shave. It’s uh...It’s a hassle, but we shave!

Ghost: You mean I shave. The only thing you got going for you is that tiny patch of peach-fuzz you so lovingly call chest hair.

König:....*flips Ghost off.* Fick dich (Fck you).

[superhoeva]

Bunny calls Carmy pretty boy and he gets flustered 🥰

it rolls off her tongue so easily, bunny doesn't even notice.

"hi, pretty boy," she grins, winking at carmen as she passes him on her way to the kitchen. the man lets his greeting tumble into a quiet nothing, his ears and face going hot all at once.

he blinks at an obvious bunny, who now has her head poked in the fridge.

"what should we do for dinner today? we could just make something here, but i also really wanna try that ramen place syd was telling us about. maybe we can even invite her if she's not busy–hey. bear? you good?"

the veil drops and carmen's back.

"sorry, what?"

bunny shuts the fridge, brow creasing in a frown.

"i was just talking about dinner, but never mind. are you okay, carmen?" she questions him, shuffling over to cup his face in her hands. "you look like something's wrong."

a shake of the head from carmen. he raises his hands to sit against hers, thumbs rubbing at the back of her palms.

"no, no," bear stammers, "i mean, yeah. yeah, i'm all good, i just–you called me, uh... you called me pretty boy."

bunny's shoulders deflate a little. "oh. sorry, i won't say it again if you don't like it..."

"shit, no. that's not what i meant. i, uh... sorry," carmen interrupts himself. "my heart just started beatin' real fast."

stomach dropping, a flash of panic fills bunny's gaze. she stands with carmen, ready to guide him to the nearest seat or take a step back. whatever her needs.

"okay," bunny nods, voice lowering into a calm softness. "okay, you wanna do the couch? or do you need me to back up a little?"

carmen shakes his head once more, grasping at bunny's arms.

"no, sweet girl. i'm sorry, i-it's good. like a good fast heartbeat, cause of the nickname. i liked it. really fuckin' love it actually, that's why my heart started beating like a motherfucker, okay? i'm all good. didn't mean to worry you, bunny, i'm sorry."

carmen pairs his words with a tight hug. his sturdy arms wrap around the woman as he closes his eyes, and tucks his face into the crook of her neck. bunny lets out the nervous breath she's holding, her hands rubbing up and down his back.

"okay," she exhales again. "okay."

the couple remains in the embrace–in the space allying their kitchen and living room–for a few moments longer. bunny just barely catches the sound of carmen's voice, as it rumbles into her skin with a fuzz-inducing warmth.

"say it again, please?"

bunny smiles widely to herself, a small laugh huffing from her nose.

"hi, pretty boy."

the bunny and the bear au || bunny!reader and bear thoughts? <3

[phantasmaltrain]

if you listen closely i’m plotting a pokemon au as we speak

[crit20art]

[ID: A series of greyscale digital drawings of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives, imagined as a siren and a selkie, respectively. With them is their mixed siren/selkie baby, an original character.

In the first drawing, Jon, a siren with a long fish tail and frills along his whole body, lays on his side smiling as he gives Martin belly scratches. Martin, a very pregnant seal, has his eyes closed in contentment and his flippers resting on his round sides.

In the second drawing, Martin, a human man with wet hair, wearing a thick selkie coat, smiles fondly down at a white seal pup cradled to his chest. The pup looks up at him with big, cute eyes.

In the third drawing, a chubby baby lays on a small seal pelt. The baby holds onto one of the pelt’s flippers, and kicks a foot in the air. The baby has white hair, frills like Jon’s, and spots like Martin’s. End ID.]

been revisiting my jmart seafolk au and thinking. yknow what if they had a really cute lil selkie babie 🥺

bit of lore: selkie children are born wearing their coat, which can be removed by a parent. their human form, unlike a normal newborn, is already extra chubby for buoyancy and insulation! both forms have a layer of white fuzz that they shed after a few weeks. This particular baby, being part siren, will be able to breathe underwater once their gills open after a few days. As for other spooky siren abilities… 👀 who knows!

Click here to see the boys in color and click here to read the fic this au is from <3