#while eating wings and whatnot

[criibibi]

Synopsis: After losing so much, Spider-woman learns to just keep moving. Only for her to end up somewhere far from home. Her first agenda is figuring out where she is, and how to get back. The only problem is that she ended up somewhere fictional (to her). Playing hero with Batman was not in her bingo cards this year. Hopefully she will be able to make it back home before she catches unwanted attention.

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Chapter 1 - Home Sick

Okay, let’s start this from the top. Once upon a time and all that shit.

You had somehow, some way, ended up stranded in another universe when you were going toe-to-toe with the Spot that (unfortunately) Mile’s apparently created (unintentionally). Got it? Good.

Now the question is how you got stranded in another universe while fighting the Spot is another shebang that you do not know, and frankly, not your top priority as of right now.

Your mission is finding a way to power your web-watch (no offense but the gizmo name sucks), and either use it to find Miguel, the spider-society, or your very own earth. You honestly weren’t choosy on which option you land, as long as you safely made it out alive and unscathed. 

Speaking of unscathed, which in fact you are not, you quietly swung across many buildings, in the shadows, making sure you were hard to spot. Your dark spider suit being perfect for night patrol is a blessing for the camouflage it provides you in this god forsaken gloomy city.

Now, to get back on track, it took you an embarrassing amount of time to process that you have basically been thrown into a world where in your universe is all but fiction. 

Have you kept up with the comics?

No, of course not. After Aunt May’s passing, you honestly gave up everything and just solely dedicated yourself into fighting crime. Well, you know some things, since Peter was also a mega comic nerd.

He would go on for hours and hours and hours about Batman and his kids (adopted and biological) and whatnot. You didn’t mind, since spending time with a talkative Peter was better than being in your own headspace. If you recall the latest one to come under Batman’s wing was someone named Duke? Well, that’s as far as you remember. 

Regardless, now you're looting someone’s clothing wire. Picking out a thick gray turtleneck and black leggings (thank god) you don them over your suit, making sure nothing was visible. Now the issue is your footwear. Maybe you can get away with it? 

Taking off the mask you were able to stuff it inside your bra (extra pocket, am I right?) while your gloves were hidden among your sleeves. Making sure nothing was out of place you pulled out the wallets of the two petty criminals, counting the money.

“Four-fifty, not bad.” Though you don’t condone your actions, you are in a precarious situation at the moment. Oh well. Tossing one of the wallets away (making sure not to touch it with your fingers), you also placed it inside your bra for safe keeping.

Maybe this would be enough for a motel? How expensive- or cheap are those in Gotham? With how often crimes occur, it shouldn’t be that expensive, right? Regardless, first things first, find a place to eat, find out the date and then a place to stay. Shouldn't be too hard.

Quietly climbing down the side of a complex building, you made sure the coast was clear before heading out. The lack of a jacket made you feel very vulnerable and exposed. Head down and hands to your sides, the cool breeze of the city causes shivers down your spine. “This fucking sucks.” you mumbled, making sure to avoid gothamites as much as possible. 

No time to gawk at your environment when you’re so out of place. You honestly just kept walking around, hearing police sirens and the occasional cop car driving by while you try to not lose your goddamn mind.

Walking around, using back streets and alleys you shiver as the cold nips at your face. It’s not that you’re sensitive to cold, it’s just that you can’t afford to get sick here. In a world where you don’t exist.

“Wait a minute…” thinking back on something, it’s true that you don’t exist here. But that doesn’t mean that a you- doesn’t exist. Maybe somehow there is a version of you or spider-woman here. A far reach but hey, just hours ago, this was all fictional to you. But something worth looking into. 

With a heavy sigh you walk inside an alley, looking up to gauge the time to see- oh, what’s that? Another clothing line! And guess what? It has more clothes to loot! Score! Don’t mind if I do! Finders keepers baby!

And you thought your spider luck was ass.

Discreetly looking around to see for any cameras that can potentially identify you only to come out flat. Perfect. Using the fire escape you parkour to snag a black oversized zip up sweater. 

This would be perfect in covering you even further (and now you have pockets for your mask) and making your figure harder to identify. Now you can start acting like a true gothamite.

With a pep in your step, you exit the alleyway.

Spotting a diner up ahead, settling yourself inside you order your drink of choice and a bagel just to have something to entertain yourself while you calm your nerves.

Sitting down next to a window, taking slow sips and bites from your meal you subtly look around (making a point of subtly ignoring the gaze of the cashier). It seems to be late afternoon, heading to night. Not good, not good at all. 

Besides finding a place to stay, you glance at your wrist, the web watch looking pretty obvious and suspicious out there in the open on your wrist. But, without it, you could perish in this foreign world. Should you pull a Hobie Brown and create a new watch from scratch? No, you don’t have the time, tools, or luxury. Thank god for the hoodie covering it up.

Right now, staying on task is essential. A job, maybe? With what credentials? Hell, you don’t even have an ID. Maybe a fake one? Who would do such a thing for a reasonable price and isn’t a criminal? Another note, you need supplies, enough to build web shooters and the cartridge. Unlike other spiders, you had the ability to shoot webs from your wrist, gross. But (with Peter’s intellect) you ended up also creating webs on your own in case yours fails. And it has- a lot both in comical and crucial times. Peter wouldn’t let you live anything down (god you miss him).

And being in a new world and everything going on, the last thing you need is a web block because of the high anxiety and stress this place is already giving you. You’d rather be safe than sorry. Now, how to get supplies? Stealing them seems easier than working for it. You just don’t have the time. How were you going to steal them, and from where? Who the fuck knows. Probably from a college science room or something.

In order to do even that, you need to find out the layout and what not of this place. So maybe the best place to start is the library? Doesn’t someone from Batman’s little possie work at the library? Can you risk that? Probably.

Fuck, this was going to be harder than it looks. No phone, basically no money (not counting the one you stole from criminals), no ID (or insurance), no place to stay, no allies, ya got nothing. Zip, zero, nada. 

You feel so lost and alone, so vulnerable. And the thoughts in your head are slowly getting louder and louder. Eating away at your insecurities and feelings. God, you’re starting to get homesick. Will you make it back? Will you find a way back home? Is anyone even looking for you?

Last thing you recall was fighting the Spot with Miles, Hobie, Gwen and Pavitr. You remember hopping onto Spot’s back while he was absorbing but then he poof and you along with him. Everything went black for you and then you landed here in this city (ungracefully might I add).

You just want to go home…even if it’s lonely without Uncle Ben, Aunt May and Peter Parker.

You really have nothing, rock bottom, baby. But then again, the only place to go is up, right? 

Sighing you finished your drink and bagel before leaving the diner, making sure to look at the clock above the exit, and aimlessly walking around. Would they let you in one of those shelters? Are those even a thing? Probably, maybe. 

Couldn’t hurt to try. Buuuuut, then again, you need the privacy, so maybe the shelter was a no go. Okay, perfect, back to square fucking zero. A cheap and possibly dangerous motel it is!

Hopefully your spider luck doesn’t fuck you over. You’re honestly thankful for not coming across any batsonas and whatnot. And you were able to get clothes so you say you’re two for two.

After looking around for some time, emphasis on some, you managed to find a motel and get yourself settled. No ID required, just cash, and you internally sobbed at the remaining funds you had left. You really will need a job or a sustainable income.

“Are underground rings still a thing? Is it a thing here?” You mumbled, discarding your stolen clothes before fiddling with your watch until its screen flashes before abruptly turning dark again. “Well now, how fucked am I?” A deep sigh resonated in the empty room. Hopefully while it turned on, Miguel would somehow by some god given miracle (or your spider luck but don’t bank on it) that he received at least a signal, no matter how microscopic it is.

You had to get home. At all costs. This place isn’t your home. It’s not like you should play by the rules. But, Ben, May, and Peter would be so disappointed in you if you break laws just to return to your home universe. And if you’re being truthful, it wouldn’t sit right with you either…

But Miles needs you. 

If this world doesn’t have a- you in it, then you aren’t needed here. So you shouldn’t waste time twiddling your thumbs. Maybe you really do need to break into a computer lab to see what’s up with your watch or scavenge for parts. Hobie built it with parts from Miguel’s earth. Meaning, you can too, with whatever scraps you can find.

You’ll prioritize your watch first, then this city. It’s unfortunate, but you really have to get back home, and you can’t let your feelings get in the way and distract you.

Maybe you should call it a night? Figure things out in the morning? A yawn takes over your thoughts. “Yea, sleep sounds really good right now.” 

These problems are for tomorrow’s you. For now, you’ll catch some Zzz’s and flesh out a detailed plan on how to get back home. 

You’re banking on hacking a computer at the library despite the risks. Shooting a web at the door to prevent any possible and/or unwanted inconveniences because let’s be honest, trust no one but yourself, especially in this bat(ha)shit crazy world, better to be safe than sorry. You need your sanity to fix or at least charge your watch in order to get back home.

“Ben, May, Peter- give me strength.” and into dreamland you go.

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“Hey B, come look at this.” A female voice spoke out, catching the attention of the adult in the cave. “I got something to show you. I got a trace of a disruption- but it happened quickly and only once.”

“Where.” A gruff and stern voice asked.

“Around the East End.”

“I’ll let Selina know.”

“Should I get someone to look into it?”

“No, I’ll do it myself.”

With that, silence once again enveloped the Bat cave as Batman stepped out.

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I'll be honest, I have no outline of where I want this story to go, this is just brainrot hour for me. Less go. A very high chance this will soon turn into somewhat of "yandere" but it's mostly just them being "possessive" honestly. Slooow burn. This was the last thing i had typed up, and I have no clue where I will drive this story, oops.

[2000sangel]

oh I have a request what is you do a story about reader x Adam where she is seen like a swan 🦢 beautiful, elegant, and graceful while Adam is Adam and both are together and everybody is like seriously what does she see in him? And she’s like “he makes me laugh 🥰” then shows Adam stuff his face all in a messy manner and looking goofy while reader looks at him with love

This request was so cute! Thank you for dropping it in my inbox, hope I did it justice :3

Divider : benkeibear

Adam x Graceful! Fem! Reader

Your high heels made a clacking sound as you walked across the street; your flowy dress made many heads turn, just for Angels to be stunned by your beauty once they saw you.

Saying you weren’t used to this would be a lie, as every day many individuals would comment on your beauty and grace; you were quite modest about it though, always thanking them but never bragging about all the attention that you received.

This wasn’t what your day was going to be about though; in fact, Adam was.

You were going on a date with your boyfriend, and you were thrilled about it; you two hadn’t been able to go out for a while, since he was quite busy with shows and whatnot during that time of the year.

You always tried to be there for his gigs, but usually he was busy with band outings afterwards or he was too beat – and quite sweaty, too – to go out for a romantic date with you.

And when he wasn’t busy with gigs, he was too caught up in more confidential matters with Sera. Things regarding Hell, you guessed.  So naturally you allowed him to have some chiller dates with you in the weekend, prioritizing his desires a bit.

But this time you two had planned a whole day out together, with the first stop being a restaurant to eat some lunch.

Finally reaching your destination, you stopped in your tracks and fixed your hair to look as pretty as you could for your boyfriend. Not that he would notice if you had a hair out of place, he always called you stunning even when you were in your nightwear and you had just woken up, but you still wanted to look your best for your special day.

You checked your phone, and saw a message from him that said he was going to fly there to get there faster. You were about to reply when you heard a strong flap of wings from above you.

“Hey babe!” he descended from the sky, snaking an arm around your figure and kissing the top of your head. He was wearing his mask, as always when he was in public, but you really didn’t mind.

“Hey Adam! We arrived at the same time,” you pointed out as he tucked his wings under his arms. You noticed he was wearing his usual robe, but as the wind blew it around a little you could see his spiked combat boots underneath.

“We did, wanna go in?”

“Sure!”

You chatted about this and that as you entered the fancy restaurant, the carefully designed decor catching your eye immediately. He even had to ask you if you were listening as you got caught up staring at the luxurious furnishings.

A waiter welcomed you and lead you to your booked table near a window overlooking a beautiful garden, you could touch the bush of white roses outside if you leaned out a little, if you wanted.

You didn’t need much time to choose your orders; both of you decided to go with your favorite food as a treat, Adam’s being ribs, and as soon as the dishes arrived you dug in. You made a mental note to leave a positive review to the restaurant as even the food tasted heavenly.

“Holy shit, these ribs go hard as fuck! Want one?” Adam asked between bites, picking one up with his free hand and handing it to you. You grabbed it helping yourself with your cutlery, and chuckled at your boyfriend’s behaviour.

You were just about to take a bite out of the rib when you heard something that you probably shouldn’t have;

“...I wonder what she sees in him?”

You turned around swiftly and caught the two Angels commenting on your relationship red handed; one of them had the appearance of a sheep, fur pristine and styled into ringlets, the other resembled a cat.

They immediately averted their gaze when yours fell on them, but you still shifted so you could face them better.

“Well, he makes me happy and makes me laugh. Isn’t that enough?” you stated with a kind smile, no malice in your words, and pointed at Adam with your fork. The two girls grimaced as they looked at your boyfriend, hands dirty and mouth stuffed with ribs; he was enjoying his lunch so much that he hadn’t even noticed the food had left a stain on the sleeve of his robe.

“Suit yourself...” the sheep Angel commented once again, and it was Adam’s turn to reply.

“You’re damn lucky I’m busy eating ribs and being on a date with my girlfriend. Do you even know who the fuck you’re talking to?”

“The first man, Adam.” You finished his sentence fondly.

The Angels shivered; you’d dare say you never witnessed anyone leave a place faster than they did that restaurant.

[majoryeager104]

hihi this totally isn't a self reflection... but can you write touya and keigo (separately) with a reader who is history obsessed and will randomly go on rants about the french revolution or something? no rush!! thank u!!! love u /p !!! 🫶🫶

oh my gosh I love this I gotchu I gotchu ofc and yw <3

Touya Todoroki

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“did you know that Nintendo and Vincent Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’ were created the same year?”

“…what?”

“yeah, in 1889, they initially made card games and whatnot!”

Touya stared at you for a moment as the two of you sat relaxing for the first time in what felt like ages on the couch. He narrowed his eyes for a moment before pulling his phone out as the TV played on, his fingers darting over the screen for a moment. He stared at the google search, scoffing before he finally nodded, turning his phone off and tossing it to the side.

“ooookay… what else ya got?”

”did you know the Anglo-Zanzibar War is the shortest war in history?”

He chuckled, leaning his head back on the back of the couch as he shut his eyes, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips as he listened.

“oh yeah?”

“it lasted a total of 38 minutes”

“…huh… What’s the longest?”

“it’s called the Re… hang on”

you picked up your phone, googling it to be sure you got the name right. He opened his eyes to look over at you, chuckling as he stretched his legs and got more comfortable. You nodded, speaking up again.

“the Reconquista, coming in at a whopping 781 years”

“wow”

he raised his eyebrows, his eyes open as he stared up at the ceiling and chuckled again. “You’re like a book.” “Wanna hear about the French Revolution?” “Fuck no”

you pouted, your silence leading his eyes to meet yours. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head and chuckling. “Fine, go for it”

He listened to you ramble on for long over an hour. Not because he was interested in the complexities of historical French politics and their outcomes, but because you were, and that was enough for him. Of course, you piqued his interest a couple of times, but really he just loved hearing you talk.

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Keigo Takami

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The two of you sat at home, eating the fast food that Keigo had gotten a few minutes before on the couch. It was nothing special, but Keigo had really been wanting French fries so you settled on McDonalds. He was sat next to you, a content look on his face while he dipped his fries in ketchup and got to munching. You looked at the ketchup, a smile growing on your face

“did you know during the 19th century, ketchup was sold as medicine?”

Keigo looked at you, his mouth stuffed with fries. He paused, raising his eyebrows and shrugging as he chewed and swallowed just in time to laugh. “Can you imagine getting prescribed ketchup? What did they use it for?” “Indigestion and whatnot”

he giggled again, tilting his head “that’s crazy… gosh I’m so lucky to have you around to tell me nerd things” he cooed teasingly, leaning his head on your shoulder “rant to me about the Roman Empire and the French revolution, darling” he said rather dramatically, his wings fluttering slightly for effect. You laughed, rolling your eyes “don’t even get me started on the French revolution” you retorted with a laugh, causing him to giggle again “it can’t be that bad”

you laughed, watching him practically inhale more French fries. “Wanna bet?” You grinned, and he nodded, wiggling his eyebrows, a fry nearly falling out of his mouth. “Did you know that the French Revolution was actually led by a mostly middle class group? It wasn’t all lower class and peasants like most people assume.” You replied, and he raised a brow, swallowing his fries. “Go on”

“it’s just crazy to me that the whole revolution was orchestrated by lawyers and even a few nobles. The idea of random street thugs starting it was just a dramatization spread by British stories and novels.”

Keigo tilted his head “why would they do that?” “I dunno! That’s what’s so weird to me! I suppose it was for effect but relearning the actual history past the assumptions and fiction was weird”

Keigo swallowed another fry and grinned up at you, his head still leaned on your shoulder. “Keep ranting sweets it’s adorable”

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looking up random facts for this made me giggle this was so fun thnx for the request <3

[suguru-getos]

could u do denki or hawks head canons?? it can be sfw or nsfw i dont mind! also your rules page is broken😭😭

ikrrr i just fixed the rules page !! thankyou for reminding me nonnie 🤗

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ hawks headcanons (sfw)﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> keigo is a safespace, for you, for the civilians of tokyo, for anyone who’s fortunate enough to be with him. some might say it’s because of the stern and detailed training he had been given by the hpsc. how to behave, how to interact with civilians, how to make people essentially trust you. it’s partly that — but mostly keigo’s behavior. he wants people to feel safe around him. he wants to be approachable & he wants to help people. before that; he should be someone approachable enough so people come and ask for help. which is exactly what he does.

-> he can be quite vocal about everything especially if it’s you. don’t get me wrong he takes a lot of time to actually open up. but when he does you’re thankful to have someone like him in your life. he would never ever let you go! random texts of him saying the cringiest pick up lines, i love yous, asking if you’d like the random piece of jewellery he loved. he’s a baby. okay? okay.

-> he praises a lot! okay? imagine it being like an aftercare for everything. you worked out? wow — his baby’s so strong? gasp! you’re such a good girl, you bought something for yourself yay! you deserve to be spoiled. i’d say he’s the best you can have even on his bad days. ;)

-> loves collecting little trinkets, bird instincts you know? you’d get silly random gifts from him which can range from a pretty stone he found while he was patrolling, to a new diamond necklace which just shined better. takami keigo sugar daddy supremacy!

-> he usually tries to be as human as possible but sometimes his wings talk more than he does. they’d inflate, they’d falter, they’d puff up with excitement seeing you in his favorite red lingerie. keigo’s wings are a doorway to his emotions. you could always make out what he likes/not with them.

-> he has a selfcare routine and would force you to have one if you don’t have it already. don’t be surprised if keigo’s standing next to you washing his face and cleansing it, applying serum and whatnot. he has a lot of modelling contracts and has to be in debris, fly in the dust, be exposed to the sun a lot! he needs to take care of his pretty face

-> keigo’s spice tolerance is not much, but if you love eating spicy, you’d find him trying his best to accompany you, panting like a rabid dog. would 101 eat a pint of ice cream to soothe the burn in his mouth. :p

-> keigo works out every day and trains everyday, its a given since he is the number 2 hero of japan. there are days when he uses the gym of your shared apartment. carefully created to suit his needs, and will be flabbergasted and flustered if you decide to show up in your booty shorts. sheesh~ what a distraction ;)

-> he’s very cuddly and touchy and has no concept of personal space. he would live inside your red blood cells if he could. always wrapping you around his wings, always hugging you, kissing you. he just needs to be close to you, okay? he loves you that much ovo

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

3rd chapter for my own little self indulgent original writing.

Still nothing polished, just first draft stuff to get the ideas out of my head

The first two chapters can be founded in my pinned post, but as another reminder it’s still a depiction of a wildly unbalanced power dynamic, manipulation, and whatnot

But dead dove, do not eat.

Forced consent/dub-con, intentionally harmful sex, and if you’re reading this I’m assuming you’ve read the other chapters and know how the main characters are

The air smelled of fresh foods being cooked and hawked by the local merchants, the market busy as always while you made your way through the narrow twisting roads between the council building and your own home. It was not an exciting or glamorous life, but it was predictable and steady.

Life had not always been easy, but at least now it was pretty good. You had enough money to keep yourself a float and even afford little trinkets and luxuries once in a while. Your clothing was not fancy, but still had little details and embellishments that years ago you would have never thought you could buy. You no longer worried about having enough to eat, it often was nothing fancy but filling and tasty enough.

As you walked down the winding roads you mused on how one short encounter lifted you up from barely scraping by singing in rundown taverns to routinely preforming for the council. Just a chance encounter with staff attendant and an offer to sing in front of the council as they looked for performers for an event.

It had gone better than expected, you preformed at many events and were paid fairly well for your work. There were sometimes long gaps in between work for them, but with your new reputation you found you were now being invited to preform in the much nicer taverns in High Town instead of being relegated to the lower city.

There was a spring in your step, with the money you had gotten today you were fairly certain you had saved enough for a hair piece you had been eyeing. A merchant situated just on the cusp of High Town had started selling beautiful hair sticks the other week. Nothing as ornate as the denizens who lived in High Town would be wearing, no precious stones, but the metals there were shaped so intricately, doted with common but still colorful stones. In particular you had been eyeing one whose long brained stick ended with a flower and a bird spreading its wings in flight. It was not luxurious enough to be real gold, but the craftsman had done an excellent job of mimicking it, and if your math was correct then tomorrow it would be yours.

While lost in your thoughts the walk home felt shorter than usual, a pleasant surreality seemed to cling to everything that you dismissed as just your current happiness making everything else around feel a little soft around the edges. The door to your small home swung open with a gentle touch and you busied yourself setting down your things, humming to yourself and thinking how you would spend you free time tomorrow. First you would head straight to the market to buy the hair stick, then wander and find something to eat, and the trees in the square were in bloom this time of year so maybe after you would take a walk to see them?

Before anything else though you wanted to change into something comfier, you turned from the counter where you had been organizing and putting your belongings away and nearly jumped out of your skin as you noticed the figure seated at your table. In the dim lighting you could not make out many features, only the imposing size and two unnatural gold eyes.

“I’ve been waiting so long for you, my little pet”.

You shot up in bed, gulping down deep breaths of air as you tried to steady your heart rate, cursing under your breath that even in your dreams you had no reprieve.

“What are you doing?” came a groggy voice next to you. His eyes were barely cracked opened and his brow furrowed together in annoyance of being suddenly awoken early in the morning, clearly someone was not a morning person.

“Lay back down, I’m not ready for you yet” he pulled you back down on the bed, wrapping his arms tightly around you as he laid on his side so that your back was to his chest. “You do not have to sleep, but you will remain in bed with me until I decide to get up for the day”.

Revulsion coiled through your body as he ran his fingers down your side, his hand coming to rest just below your hip and his fingers tracing circles on your inner thigh.

“Answer me so I know you heard me”.

“Yes, my king” your voice was small, doing everything you could to quell your nerves and not flinch at his touch.

“And what are you to do?”

“I will lay with you until you get up, my king”.

A low hum of approval from his vibrated against your back, “Good girl. And see? This isn’t so bad. You slept peacefully in my arms all night, even nuzzling into my neck a few times while you slept. Deep down you enjoy this, don’t you? Being desired like this. You don’t have to say anything, I know you like this, you just need to embrace it”.

His other hand closed around your neck, not enough pressure to restrict your breathing or harm you, but a message all the same. “All mine to be used and played with. No worries or concerns in that pretty little head, just your devotion and desire for me”.

“I feel you squirming now, is it because you know I’m right? Because you, just a little mortal human, have been elevated to such a lofty position? That you, and you alone, sleep with your king? Surely that must feel good, to be chosen like that”.

Firmly, he pulled your hips back against him, “But on second thought, maybe I don’t want to go back to sleep quite yet now after all, why waste this time to bond if you’re already awake? Especially with how good you feel against me like this” his hand slipped lower, between your thighs, “Let me show you how good I can make you feel. Let me toy with you until you beg me to fuck you”.

With warm, deft hands his thumb found your clit and you shuddered. It was a horrid, involuntary response that only seemed to spur him on. He settled into a steady rhythm, using a gentle pressure on you to rub circles.

Your breath hitched and you hated how good it felt, how he clearly knew what he was doing. His other hand left your throat to wander down and cup your breast, alternating squeezing it and rolling your nipple between his fingers.

A moan left your lips, you could not help it.

“That’s it, my little song bird. There’s so much I can offer you; pleasure, safety, a comfortable life. Now that you’ve accepted this you could be so happy at my side if you fully embrace it. You could be the center of attention, sitting on my lap in front of everyone, constantly doted on and being the only one to receive my attention”.

‘What’s the harm of just letting go?’ echoed a small voice in you mind, a voice you wanted to squash down. ‘It would be so easy to just surrender fully. Is there really another option?’ There was not much of a choice, either play your role or at best it was likely imprisonment, at worse? You did not want to think of it.

Maybe someone stronger would have resisted, or someone with more pride. Someone who would rather embrace their possible death than be treated like this.

But that was not you. The thought of death or imprisonment terrified you, even more so than submitting to the Dragon King did.

With deep breaths you willed some of the tension you were carrying away, unclenching your jaw and shoulders and drumming up the courage to fully take the plunge. Before you could talk yourself out of it you rolled onto your back and parted your legs a bit, giving him the access to you he sought.

“Oh!” his face lit up in genuine surprise, “I was not expecting you to relax so quickly, I- I-“ he drew a deep breath to compose himself, “I want you to enjoy this, to enjoy me. I do truly mean that”.

It was difficult to read his expression, his eyes inscrutable as ever, but what you thought you might have saw was a certain softness. Not the bravado of the past day, or cocky confidence, but an almost human sort of tenderness if he was even capable of such a thing.

Here now, resting in the bed of a king, after the most harrowing ordeal of your life, a new chapter began.

The following kiss was hungry against your mouth. He quickly parted your lips with his tongue and wasted no time exploring every inch he could.

A finger slid between your folds, teasing at your entrance while he continued his steady attention on your clit.

“So wet already” he murmured into your mouth, barely breaking the kiss.

He entered you agonizingly slowly with a single finger, taking his time and drawing out your reaction.

Being with someone was nothing new to you, but everything now was a strange new experience. The softness of the blankets under your bare skin, the opulence of your surroundings, and the very nature of the man you were laying with were all coming together to form a strange new experience for something normally so familiar.

“Ohhh” you moaned into his mouth as his finger stroked a particularly sensitive spot in you.

“There you go, my little song bird, sing for me”. He slid a second finger into you and slowly began to work you open, gently spreading his two fingers apart, preparing you to take him.

Unsure what to do with your hands you balled them into the blankets. With anyone else you would have wrapped your fingers into their hair or clung to their body, but something about that did not feel right here. Your squirmed under his careful touch. He maintained a slow and steady pace, focusing on precise and careful movements over anything else. You rolled your hips up against his hand, seeking more friction as you felt your release building.

“Are you close already?” he asked.

“Yes” you whined.

“Yes?”

“Yes, my king”.

“Good” he swiftly removed his hand from you.

“What-“ you began before he cut you off.

“I do not want your first time with me to be on my hand, come here” he rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him, your legs straddling his hips and his cock resting just between your thighs. “I want to see your face while you realize I’m better than any partner you’ve ever had, that moment of bliss when you truly understand how good it feels to be fucked by you king. Despite your actions I know part of you still resists me, don’t think I haven’t noticed, and I want to see the moment that last little bit of defiance finally snaps and you give in to me entirely”.

Your face was white hot, it was one thing when your back was to him and you did not have to see how he looked at you, but this was too much. Having to play an active part in his conquest instead of laying back and just letting it happen was more than you could stand.

“What is with that face, my pet? Is this not a generous offer? I am giving you a very rare gift, letting you decided how long this will last. You can drag this out as long as you want, or not. I won’t even hold you responsible for my pleasure, no, I just want you to enjoy yourself upon your king’s cock this time”.

“And then,” his voice dropped to a growl, “I will claim you as I see fit. My pretty little pet will know the joy, the honor, of satisfying me and being made mine”.

You stared at him, frozen, just wanting to get things over with but unable to start. Hesitantly you rose up on your knees to position yourself and tried to look anywhere but at his face. You reached down to guide him in as you lowered yourself onto him, his tip pressed against your entrance for just a moment while you gathered yourself before sinking down and accepting his first few inches.

Nothing could have prepared you for this. You knew he was much more than you were used to, even when you tried to look away last night when you undressed him you still got a good glance at him, more than enough to know that it would be a struggle.

Your whole body heaved from the intrusion, forcing you to brace your hands against his chest. He was stretching you much more than you had ever felt before, nearly equal parts pleasure and pain as you struggled to adjust to him.

“Gods, you’re still so fucking tight” he moaned, “You were so ready to finish with just two fingers, will you even be able to take it all before you cum?”

You did your best to block his words out, only focusing on remembering how to breathe. It felt incredible though, hurting in a good way as he forced you open.

His fingers returned to your clit, rubbing the same gentle circles as before, “Let me help you relax, I want to watch you sink down and take it all and hear all those pretty little mewls you’ll make. Wouldn’t it feel so good to test your limits like that?”

Slowly you took another few inches until you felt his tip press into your cervix, it was as far as you could go. You were nearly gasping for air, between how deep you felt him in you and how much he was stretching you. Such an intensity you did not know was possible.

“You look so beautiful like that, so overwhelmed and helpless, trying to be such a good girl for me, but I know you can keep going. You don’t want to stop here, not when there’s only a few inches left, do you?” he cooed at you, though it sounded like he was struggling to maintain his composure too.

“I can’t” you pleaded with him.

“Shhhhhh, just try for me”.

Slowly you attempted to lower yourself farther, his tip jabbed into you more, going past the level of pleasurable pain.

“Almost there little one. I know it must hurt, but you’re so close” his free hand dug into you hip, slowly pushing you down on him, not giving you an option.

“See? Look what you’re capable of, you’re such a good little thing to let me bury myself in you like this”.

“It hurts” your eyes watered, tears threatening to roll down your face, but his grip on your hip did not loosen.

“I’m sure it does, but let me show you how good you can feel like this anyways”. He rolled his hips against you, pressing himself in as far as possible before pulling back to give you a bit of reprieve, though his cock stayed pressed against your cervix the whole time, fluctuating between a bearable pain and a near blinding pain. His pace and pressure on your clit increased, making you feel overstimulated and every touch sent lightning racing through your nerves.

“Just focus on the good, how my fingers feel on your clit, how it it feels to be stretched around me. It’s all the same feelings you mewled over before, I’ve just added one other thing, just block it out. I feel that you’re close, the way you clench around me. Let go and enjoy this”.

“You said you’d be gentle” you managed, trying to hold back tears.

“Oh my sweet, this is very gentle. I used my fingers to warm you up, let you go at your own pace until you needed a little help, I’ve been oh so softly rubbing your clit this whole time. And now you’re so close to your end, and here I am still helping you finish before me”.

The pleasure was starting to drown out the pain. The pain was not receding but instead your own building release was growing louder in your mind and between your legs, making the feeling of him so deep inside you easier to ignore.

“I don’t often care about others’ pleasure, but for you? I want to see how beautiful you look finding your release on my cock, the sweet sounds you’ll make, but your pleasure still comes on my terms. I want you to understand that I can give you great pleasures here at my side: beautiful clothes and jewels, exquisite foods, any hobby you’ve ever wished to learn, anything you want, as you always obey me. There will not be one without the other” his words came between ragged breaths, he was coming undone just as fast as you it seemed.

His words were only barely reaching you, you were so close to bliss you could not focus on anything else.

“I-I, ohhh” you moaned the waves of your orgasm hit you hard. You heaved forwards, leaning onto his chest more until you were flush against him, gasping and sighing as he continued to rub your overstimulated clit, drawing out your pleasure farther.

Even after the initial rush started to fade you still felt yourself clenching around him, tingles still diffusing throughout your body as he wrapped his arms around your middle to hold you against him and thrust into you.

“Gods, you feel incredible. I need to feel your lips on mine, I need to feel all of you”.

You caught his mouth in a desperate kiss and you were leaning into the kiss and desiring him as much as he desired you. He moaned in your mouth, panting, struggling to even kiss you back as he got lost in his own pleasure.

For the first time in the last day you felt power. How lost in everything he was now, how he was scarcely aware of anything else, how now in your clarity you saw him at his weakest. The mighty Dragon King, not claiming you in some powerful, dominant way, but asking for a kiss and holding you closely, face to face, almost on equal footing if only for a moment.

It was not some mighty roar, or even anything loud, his moans were soft and getting caught in his throat. You felt the warmth flood into you as he found his own release, his cock twitching with each spurt and you felt his cum dripping down your thighs even with how tightly plugged you felt by him.

“I-“ he began, struggling and panting for air, “I was not expecting that”.

There was something borderline sweet about his expression, it was the first time you saw him not entirely in control of the moment, the first time he just seemed relaxed.

You nuzzled into his neck, enjoying his scent and feeling his pulse on your lips as you kissed up and down from his ear to shoulder. Maybe it was just the afterglow from your orgasm, but you were enjoying the way he was softly stroking your back, just the feeling of staying entwined after sex, enjoying his touch for the first time.

“I didn’t expect that” he repeated.

“Didn’t expect what?” you asked.

“Getting caught up in everything so much. I couldn’t bring myself to pause for even a moment to move you into a position that’s a bit more, uh… natural for me”.

“Natural?”

“Yes. Natural. Do not forget that this isn’t really me, not completely anyways. What I had intended was to flip you over, yank your hips up in the air, and take you on your hands and knees, or at least bend you over the table, something a bit more familiar for me”.

It dawned on you what he meant, a position better suited for dragons.

“No matter,” he waved his hand dismissively, “there will be countless other times to fuck you in a manner more appropriate for myself”.

Whatever softness he had shown you for a moment while you laid together was already gone, he was back to himself.

“You will accompany me for breakfast, then around the palace grounds so that I may show you around your new home, and also show you off”.

You nodded against his neck, too tired and sore to continue speaking, especially as he was back to himself and the less conversation with him the better in that case.

“You will use your words and manners to answer me. I was willing to let it slide earlier since you were clearly overwhelmed. It wouldn’t be fair of me to expect a sweet, simple little thing like you possibly think straight after being fucked like that, your thoughts all scrambled up in that pretty little head of yours”.

“Yes, my king” you replied, any bit of quasi-affection you may have felt towards him gone.

“As my tailor has still not dropped off anything for you to wear, you’ll wear one of my shirts for now, it should be long enough you” he shifted you off his chest so he could get up.

As usual he moved with unnaturally light footsteps, crossing the room in a few long, quiet strides to retrieve a shirt for you and toss it your way.

“Get dressed quickly, there is much to do today. And no need to clean up”.

The material of the shirt felt like water on your hands, soft and flowing, much nicer anything you had certainly ever worn. It came down to your mid thighs, long enough to cover you but not well if you moved much.

His eyes never left you as you dressed, his head tilted slightly as he watched you fumble with the buttons.

“I will say,” he began, “seeing you in my shirt, in my bed, with my cum still dripping down your thighs, still all flush is most definitely doing a lot for me. Makes me want to fuck you again right now, though I do suppose you’ve earned a treat with how good you were for me. We’ll have a nice breakfast together and spend the morning, just the two of us, touring my palace. How does that sound, my pet?”

“Very good, my king”.

“Come, help me dress” he beckoned.

Your thighs ached from how long you straddled him, and deep in your core you were tense and tender feeling from him. You swung your legs of the bed, unfortunately for you they gave out immediately as you tried to stand, toppling you onto the floor.

“Ok” he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, his expression somewhere between pained and annoyed. “You have the muscle tone and stamina of a noodle, great. Can you stand at all?”

You forced your legs under you, grappling at the bed post for support so you would not fall again.

“Fantastic, I suppose you won’t be walking to breakfast then” he turned from you and began to dress, dark pants and a dark shirt, the v-shape of the collar loosely laced closed.

Without a word he returned to where you attempted to stand and swept you up into his arms, “We will work on your stamina and muscle strength, you may be my little pet but I will not be carrying you all the time”.

You squirmed in his arms, trying to yank the shirt down to cover your rear as it rode up.

“That doesn’t matter” he said flatly, “the whole court saw you naked yesterday anyway. And half the royal guard was there when Alondis stripped you down, though don’t hold that personally against him. If anything you should honestly thank him, I ordered him to bring you to me naked but he’s got a soft heart and gave you his cloak”.

His eyes scanned your face, taking in your perplexed look. Truth be told, you had blocked out almost everything yesterday between being escorted from the carriage to right before you reached the throne room.

“You really don’t remember, do you? You did look quite terrified when you stood before me, no room for other thoughts, hmm? I’m am not surprised you don’t remember his face either. No matter”.

You buried your face in his chest as he carried you out of the room, not wanting to meet eyes with anyone you pass in your way down to eat. You did not want to think how many people in this palace had seen you naked.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

any thoughts on how companions (dlc included) would react to a kid sole survivor? like if shaun was their baby brother and nate+nora were their parents?

Fo4 Companions With A Child!Sole

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MacCready doesn't know what to do when he sees a kid walk straight into the Third Rail with nothing but a vault suit and a weapon they surely don't know how to properly use strapped to their side. He'll go up to you before you even get the chance to do anything else in here. He's so worried that someone in Goodneighbor will try to get you hooked on something, so he'll take you straight to Diamond City, even if he hates most of the people there. You remind him of himself when he was that age and he wants to make sure you don't do anything you might end up regretting. He almost adopts you in a way, never really leaving your side out of fear that you'll get hurt. MacCready will do whatever he can to help you reunite with your brother and will be on your side no matter what ends up happening.

Nick feels awful for you. You've lost everything yet here you are trying to gain some semblance of it back. He can't help but want to try and give you some kind of closure for everything you've gone through and will drop everything to try and track down Shaun with you. He's careful with his word choice as he doesn't want you to loose all hope, but he'll tell you the truth if leads end up empty or if there's nothing more he can really do. Nick's not going to lie and tell you everything will be okay, but he will tell you that he'll be there to help you feel better when everything is said and done, no matter how it all plays out.

Cait hates the idea of traveling with a kid, she's so scared that you'll end up like her. She'll do her best to be as closed off as she possibly can so none of her personality rubs off on you, and then she'll take you to an area safer than the combat zone. She doesn't care where it is, as long as you end up in the care of literally anyone else. After that, she'll leave and you'll never see her again.

Danse would immediately take you under his wing and train you to be a soldier. He wouldn't want to shelter you in any way, instead, he'd try to teach you survival and how to live out here in the waste. It'll almost feel like you're in the boy scouts as he'll teach you how to tie knots and make knives and whatnot. He'd hate if you ended up being swayed by the wrong people, or worse, if you ended up dead. He's constantly reassuring you about finding your brother and with the Brotherhood's help, you'll have nothing to worry about.

Preston would be quick to add you to the Quincy group. Something about you being so young and so determined makes him feel all sorts of ways. He's so incredibly appreciative you came along, although, he refuses to make you general, if anything, he'd just promote himself to that position while he takes care of you. Him and Sturges would teach you how to use a hammer so you could aid with rebuilding some of the settlements, but also to just give you a distraction from everything you experienced in the vault. Preston will be super understanding and kind toward you, and the Quincy survivors will begin to feel like the family you never got to grow up with.

Codsworth feels dreadful when he sees you walk down from the vault all cut up and bruised... and alone. He cleans you up and puts you down to sleep. Now that you have no parents he feels that it's his duty to fill that missing role for you and will constantly be doting on you just like your mother would. He finds it so noble that you want to find where your brother was taken and will do everything he can to ensure that you stay healthy enough to be able to continue forward, even if sometimes he struggles to find anything non-irradiated for you to eat.

Piper will be like an older sister to you, giving you a bedtime and occasionally making you attend the school in Diamond City. She's even more determined to get security to start looking into synths and the Institute when she hears you're story and will look into it more deeply while you're in class or busy hanging around Nick. She doesn't care that you're a kid or that this isn't the world you're used to, she's still prepared to defend you and have your voice be listened too.

Curie thinks it's amazing that you've come so far with next to nothing. Her Miss Nanny instincts make her want to travel with you if nothing else than to keep you safe. I don't think she'd have too much of a concept of how dangerous it is for a kid to be wandering around in a wasteland and would probably just treat it as any other normal day. You and her would learn a lot together as you wandered the Commonwealth and it'd probably be the most wholesome pairing on this list as you both still hold that childlike wonder and curiosity.

Strong thinks you're a good enough leader for making it all the way to the top of Trinity Tower with your size, and would agree to follow you just the same as if you were an adult. He thinks your goal in finding your brother is dumb and useless, saying something like "Won't find, Shaun most likely dead". He's got no remorse and if you ever cried in front of him he'd start insulting you. Nonetheless, he'll try to raise you as a mutant and convince you to start doing more mutant-like things. Someone would have to step in and get you or you'd grow up to be a cannibal.

Hancock freezes when he sees a child walking around Goodneighbor. This place isn't for you and he'll go up to you, take your hand, and lead you up to the Old State House to question you about why you're here and where you're parents are. He'll escort you over to Diamond City and hand you off to Nick. He knows he's a bad influence and would rather you be with someone who can actually help you with you're case rather than drifting around in Goodneighbor where anyone could snatch you.

Deacon hates that you joined the Railroad. It just isn’t the place for a kid to be around and he’d rather hand you off to any of the other companions, however, he can’t help but think of how good a kid spy would be or how badly he's always wanted to raise a kid. He’ll try to shelter you and keep you away from violence as best he can while also telling you jokes and teasing you about being the “youngest looking 200 year old” he’s ever seen. He has mixed feelings on it, but he does end up teaching you how to lie really well and get away with things you normally wouldn’t have. Deacon loves having you around, but he can’t help but feel you don’t belong in an environment like this and will almost certainly hand you off to someone else if he feels that it's beginning to get too overwhelming.

X6-88 isn't all too sure how to feel. He's not sure how you managed to make it all the way to the Institute, and he isn't sure why Father would just release you from the vault with nothing going for you. He thinks it's incredibly admirable of you to care so much about your brother and has high respect for you even if you're just a kid. He'll ensure that you'll never have to scavenge for food or water or any other resource ever again. Everything will be taken care of by him and he will make sure that you're 100% safe if you continue traveling the wasteland.

Dogmeat will be slightly more protective over you, sticking closer by your side as you wander around. Sometimes he'll even bite your shirt and drag you into some bushes to avoid a swarm of mutants or raiders. Besides that, nothing will really change with him.

Old Longfellow doesn't know why you keep hanging around him, but he doesn't mind all that much. He'll buy you some apple juice or something while you sit with him in the bar maybe even a sip of his beer and just listen to all your tales and stories of the Commonwealth. He'd end up just accepting that you probably won't leave him alone and just escort you to wherever you want. He might even take you on a boat and teach you how to fish if he likes you enough. One thing you can trust when traveling with him is that he'd never let anyone on the island take advantage of your young age or naivety. He's constantly on the lookout for anyone who might want to influence you in a certain way and will quickly put an end it if he sees it happening.

Gage can't help but laugh at his own expense when he sees a kid walk out of the Gauntlet and into the Cola-Cars Arena. How the two of you seemed to end up in the worst situations will always be funny to him and he hated that he had to be the one to announce you as the Overboss to everyone else in the park. He already knows Nisha is going to tear his throat out when she hears the news. He doesn't really expect you to live for very long and thinks you even being here is an absolute joke, but he'll treat you like he'd treat any other Overboss and would be amazed if you actually got the power working again. In fact, all of the other gang leaders would be. It'd almost be like having a bunch of older siblings defending you at every turn.

[puzzled-pegasus]

Wof Tribe Headcanons

IceWings have lots of variety in the shapes of their horns. They can be straight, curved, looped like a ram's, or branched like antlers.

IceWings can have gray or green eyes as well as blue.

Somewhat of a given but IceWings have blue gums. I noticed this while drawing one with bared teeth lol

SeaWings have a coating of slime on their scales to help them glide through the water, like a fish. Because of this, they always feel wet to the touch.

More of a redesign than a headcanon but I feel like SandWings should be able to have a gene for rattle tails instead of barbed. Additionally, they should have mouth venom like a NightWing.

SkyWings are particularly closely related to RainWings and can change color very slightly between shades of red, orange, or pink.

Solid color dragons are boring af so guess what! They can have markings! Stripes, tails of different shades, spots, speckles, freckles, face stars, muzzles, blazes, tail tips.

Many MudWings have green mixed in with their scales to blend in to more mossy or algae filled swamp land. They can also have green or yellow eyes as well as brown.

SkyWings have a holiday like Halloween, where they carve gourd lanterns and make sweets and whatnot and the high status ones paint their faces and wear costumes because it's the night where the spirits can come down from the sky and cause Mayhem and I'm not sure what other traditions it would entail but the war and Queen Scarlet and all that kinda made it not fun for a while so they stopped celebrating as much but Ruby is bringing back the Fun and doing pair costumes with Cliff

SandWings grow marijuana

NightWings can have silver freckles

The only tribes that have SLIT PUPILS should be SeaWings and NightWings because SeaWings have good night vision and NightWings also should, as they are in fact up at night.

This fact in mind, NightWings should 100 percent have LIGHT eye colors because LIGHT eye colors reflect more light so one can SEE BETTER AT NIGHT. These colors should include yellow, orange, green, and blue, maybe purple because they're all mystical. Not black eyes like are described on Darkstalker.

SandWings are often superstitious and things like magicicans, psychics, witchcraft, onstage shows are common jobs. It was probably originally an idea to trick people into paying them for lying, but it caught on and now many people believe it. Storytelling is also a common job.

NightWing wings have sort of feathery edges like an owl, allowing for near silent flight at night.

Falconry is common in SkyWings because birds of prey are the only pet they can have follow them and be even close to keeping up with them in the sky.

I've probably said this before but uh?? Where's our tribe flags??? They need flags and symbols and stuff??

RainWings have flat molars because they eat more fruit than any other tribe and have for thousands of years

SilkWings can have fuzz like moths! They can have patches of it, or a line down their back, or a tail tuft, or be completely covered!

SeaWings can have barbels like catfish. This makes them especially useful at hunting for shellfish. SeaWings and SandWings also have heat sensors.

SandWings can taste the air like a snake. Their tongues flick out whenever they are intrigued. They have a bit of a lisp because their tongues are unusually shaped.

[shrimp-buffet]

Willow and Angelo Headcannons!!

They won the vote, so here they are (Headcannons after the cut kinda)

Before I get to the character headcannons, I want to use my little pre-ramble section to share my headcannon about the Swamp of Love itself:

The Swamp of Love was a pretty normal Tunnel of Love attraction with at the park at first. But in whatever event that caused Cordelius to get trapped in the shadow realm, swamp water from the shadow realm got into the Tunnel’s pipes and flooded the attraction with its toxic waters. The amount of water that came pouring in extended it from just a small attraction to whole small section. While that was kept secret, it caused the section to close, seemingly forever. but one day, years later, it mysteriously opened up again with Willow as its new host.

I like to think that this is why all the two of them have mind manipulation based abilities, since the Shadow Realm seems to affect peoples mind. But now, onto the characters!

Willow based, Angelo based, both

•Willow was actually just some kinda of swamp animal before the prolonged exposure to the now toxic waters mutated her. Most likely a piranha. (I could see frog due to the tadpoles, but she looks more like a fish and I think piranha would be cool tbh)

•Angelo used to work at the attraction before it flooded. He got trapped during the initial flood and just kinda stuck around not knowing how to get out due to how big the swamp was.

•The toxic swamp waters messed the two’s minds a bit, but due to them not being full-on in the shadow realm it really only made them a bit more kooky and make them lose a bit of their impulse control. Hence why they’re so willing to mess with people in cruel ways. Basically they were always kinda like that, but they now just act on it more freely and harshly.

•Angelo used to and continues to take care of any of the little critters inside the swamp. Especially the fish.

•Willow was one of the fish that Angelo took care of! She was a sort of favorite of his and would be fed bits of his lunch on occasion.

•Angelo doesn’t realize that Willow was the fish he cared for, and Willow doesn’t realize that he doesn’t know that. they just became instant friends and never thought to bring it up.

•Willow loves plants, especially flowers. But her favorites are carnivorous plants.

•The swamp somehow still gets signal, and Angelo uses it to watch stuff similar to like “The Bachelorette” and “Keeping up with the Kardashians”. He invites Willow to join it too and she also eats it up.

•Willow is a bit of a romantic, and on occasion her pranks involve using her mind control to make people act out ships (in a way similar to the famous catbug scene. A bit more wholesome but still messed up)

•Angelo by contrast hates romance and thinks that “fairytale love” is stupid and fake, which is why his favorite pranks are causing relationships drama with his rumor bugs.

•Willow was the one to reopen the attraction after finally finding the end of the swamp and thus the rest of the park. She started advertising the attraction in order to lure in people for her and Angelo to prank.

•Angelo was always part mosquito, but he used to hide it with his outfits and hair and whatnot. The only actual parts that are mosquito though is just his wings and antenna, the eye and other parts are just a costume he made to embrace that part of him (I for the life of me can’t think of why he’s part mosquito, I just really like the thought of it.)

•Angelo’s wings buzz as he snores, making for one the most annoying sounds /hyp

•Willow sleeps in the swamp water.

•Angelo loves fireflies! Willow love fireflies too… to eat…

•They’ve messed up their sleep schedules so badly they’re practically nocturnal, waking up around the late afternoon and staying up all night.

•Practically goes without saying, but Angelo is gay. Also, Willow is a lesbian.

And yeah that’s all I got for now! A bit short but most of my thinking was related to the Swamp theory thingy rather than them as characters. If I get more ideas I’ll be happy to revisit them if you guys would like. :]

I really love making these posts now and I love how much you peeps enjoy them. As always, thank you for reading and let me know if you want more!

[cloudninetonine]

shapeshifter Human guide has been on my MINDD, so many different scenarios , hylia lending guide a Lil power, hylia randomly lending guides body for a fight and just dissappearing (like my will to eat veggies, ew) guide being a humanized- Guardian, blasts and whatnot, guide having a Lil knack for sheikah in general, kinda like spiderman…

But make it sheikah, falling off a cliff and guide somehow survives or grows weird sheikah wings,

Guide disappearing after a nasty encounter with dink just to come walking back to Camp soaked head to toe in blood , ripped clothes and messy hair but nearly completely unscathed and a mug that could make a hellhound Piss itself,

Guide finding cool sheikah stuff and its armor and it sticks itself onto them, being chased while the Chain is watching (and yes they are trying to help) as dink slowly inches closer to guide but they just.. cant Seem to make it in time, guide having a dramatic moment where they like, Fall off somewhere High up, being saved at the last moment, falling off a sheikah tower, being swallowed by some funky plant, or like accidentally activating some ancient ass ruin which ends up with a random burst of magic around guide before theyre dragged underground by a flower which ends up with Them meeting a fairy as the Chain scrambles to find them (theyre fine) or getting permission to try on wild’s clothes/masks and fucking around with the masks in particular until it all goes wrong, APA is constantly on my mind and i cant have refuge without thinking “what would that be like in APA?”

“Oooh that would be a cool scenario in APA”

“What if that happened in APA?”

“how would the Chain react?”

pS: i love you (platonically) and your work ❤️ thanks for APA!

🇩🇰- Danish Anon

SHAPESHIFTER PLAYER BEING A LITTLE SHIT AND SHIFTING INTO A CUCCO TO CHASE THE BOYS WITH-

Only to be caught by Sky and now they're being coddled OUGFVOP

Okay but Player with Sheikah technology, they're weird connection to the magic helps them have better control and bring out those beautiful Sheikah secrets

Sheikah slate: The Hero of Time....likes dad jokes Player: BITCH I ALREADY KNEW THIS-

I LOVE YOU TOO ANON, IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU!!!

[cryptid-killjoy]

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Funkytown Christmas

To Smalls From Willem DaFriend For Christmas: Smalls is going to wake up to a text from Willem. It's like most silly memes and whatnot they might send. It's a positive cryptid vibe meme and basically their way of telling Smalls he cares and appreciates them how they are. He hoped it would be taken that way. But what he wouldn't let on was a foreshadow to the Christmas present they had resurrected to them in the middle of town.

It was built by Tray Contini. Caim doesn't let him sell his art to just anyone, so releasing it to Feral was supposedly some sort of privy. Willem didn't totally get it, but he was glad he got him to do it. He'd have a Duck Murder shirt for them under their tree. But once they ever went outside and Willem would wait too. He'd wait it out till it happened naturally. The funny part would be the Horned King dancing immortally exhausted in the fairy ring. This meant he was forced to dance in view of a statue of Figaro. Delta approved of the giant statue and didn't really care.

The statue itself was made of scrap metal as Tray's works always were. So, it gave it a very abstract feel. He had it commissioned personally with details how Willem sees them. So, there were wings coming out of their feet almost like Hermes shoes only bigger and they weren't wearing shoes. It would have curly Q's and squigglies coming from her armpits like spaghetti. The welding was magical for detail. Everything was exaggerated and not to make fun of but to create more of a creature than a human figure. But this was the fun of the figure. It was large. Bigger than life size. It could be a garden or the middle of a town fountain it was so big. So, there was room for illusion. It's creature-esque look would change if walked around. It would go from having claws and with a marionette hinged jaw for a nod to the Geppetto dolls to quite the femme frame from behind. The slender silhouette was giving off some womanly vibes that maybe Figaro didn't care enough to notice of themselves? Who knew? Willem wasn't sure. But he sure noticed. He was all guy and he definitely noticed. Bestie or not he noticed, and he looked. He commissioned it to be quite alluring from behind. This wasn't like the mothman statue that just had a shiny hiney. No. This was smexy woman angle. The bean pole running shorts from the front with Big Foot hairy legs looked more like booty shorts from the back on a hella sexy woman with the word SMALLS on them like how girls wear booty shorts with one word on the backsides. He came from a line of pirates who saw mermaids in sea critters. Sue him. He was proud of that booty. It was what he saw when he looked at his Smalls damn it whether they liked being called a cryptid or not.

For the Dolls: Willem would have given the puppets and dolls all new paint jobs dresses and little outfits for Christmas even Hansel. He'd get a sweater replica. He worked especially hard to design Geppetto sweater for Hansel that looked almost like his. There'd be a few differences in design and color, but the concept was there. Except Punch. Mr. Punch would get candy canes. He knew he'd probably use them to hit people but at least he'd look festive doing it. No holiday would go by without a dance for Diana.

Side Note Head Canon: Picturing them sitting down to eat and the cordless electric carving knife is gone. Everyone's eyes go wide as the whirling sound comes on as they realize Sock Monkey got a hold of it while they weren't looking. The whole table of dolls that don't eat anyway plus animals screams and scrambles until they get this thing away from Jacko the Sock Monkey. Can't have a Funkytown Christmas without some crazy.

[ruckis-vandalizes]

Me making a Mario species/oc based on the question "what if Belly Blech Worms were larva or caterpillars"? It's more likely than you think!

more information about the Belly Blech Moths and Hanky beneath the cut 👇:

Belly Blech Moths are rare to come by, as requirements for a Belly Blech Worm to actually pupate are absurdly hard to meet especially in today's era. They are considered pests in Beanish culture because of the mass amounts of produce they infest with spawn, the barbaric nature anyone infested with one resorts too, and the potential health problems that come with it. The only saving grace that prevents them from going completely extinct through the thorough combing of mass produced bean fruits and natural pesticides is that they can produce eggs asexually and in very large quantities.

A host is required for a Belly Blech Worm to pupate they need a host of suitable size. This is one reasons it is hard for them to pupate, as most Beanish have gotten smaller and smaller over the years, and bigger built Beanish have gotten scarcer. Should they try to use a common garden variety Beanish they will usually evacuate the host themselves, as it becomes too cramped for them as well as their instinctual drive not to bring harm to the one that is housing them. They will search for a better host like a hermit crab trying to find a bigger shell, usually wandering and reproducing until they cease.

However, to those that ARE a suitable host and don't immediately find a way to discard of them, they produce a chemical that acts as a steroid for their host to act as a protective guard. The wild behaviors usually come from the wild mindset and lack of understanding from the worm, as they gain some control over the body. It is there that they spend much time learning how to be a Beanish, scouring through the memories of their host while keeping them protected and safe. The Beanish may eat more and act unusually aggressive for some period of time since the worm eats their share of food until they're ready to cocoon themselves in the lining of their stomach.

When they're ready to emerge a beautiful moth they will usually try to escape through the mouth or the other end, but if neither options are available they will have to use the last resort of breaking free from the host. Once they emerge they have full coherence on how to speak, walk, and the like. They will tend to pick up the personality of the Beanish they were residing in and in some cases pick up on certain physical traits too such as tufts of hair or markings on the body. It's from there that they will try to blend in as much as possible to benefit from being able to live in a society with intelligence that isn't as low as a worm's, using clothes and whatnot to do so. They may just look strange for Beanish standards. They do, however, come to about the average Beanish height of 3ft.

It's quite easy for them to do having learned from their host, but one wrong slip could land them in trouble. Being distant cousins to fighter flies, they can be quite jittery and excitable, showing intense emotions through high jumps and frantic fluttering of the wings.

While Beanish hosts are preferred other methods are available, such as taking up residency withing a Dragohoho, Clumph, or Bean Piranha with the latter being a much more difficult option. Should they survive any of these methods their appearance tends to be drastically different from the norm, having more vibrant colors and bigger wingspans. They also tend to be more wild in nature. The Bean Moth species stems from ancient times, which is why they need much bigger host. They have evolved over the years to sacrifice survivability for quantity.

Because of where they typically reside and grow in their youth, Belly Blech Moths have the ability to secrete oil from their wings if they feel threatened. The smell causes anyone nearby to tear up and start laughing uncontrollably. Should they be eaten and digested it will result in the one that consumed them potentially dying of laughter.

They are not male or female, rather they are what they choose given they have reproductive organs that apply to both. A side note that doesn't necessarily have to do with anything, but they were inspired by both Mexican jumping beans and bean leafrollers.

Hanky: Comic Sick

In the events of Comic Sick Hanky is spared by Clawdy ( @6clawdy6 ) and housed with the group after attacking from within a very discomforted Pest Nut. initially being watched over by Cackletta (aka the one who sicced Hanky on Queen Bean during the events of the game and hand raised Hanky before then). It was then that Gera took on the responsibility of acting as a host, shifting into his Beanish look to do so. Although he was small he was plenty durable enough for the job. Hanky's altered appearance stems from Geragera's odd magic energies and the rowdier living environment. He's also very chaotic in nature, and somewhat aggressive still. He later gets his signature handkerchief from Popple, who had a run in with the very same Piranha Bean that swallowed Peasley. He initially kept it in hopes of lying about being in cahoots with the prince and gaining access to pvp areas, but having no use for it being off planet and seeking new opportunities.

Hanky: Hooniversity Crew Verse

Turns out after he was spat out by Queen Bean he started relentlessly hunting the prince instead, only to be swallowed up by the Piranha Bean that had attacked Prince Peasley beforehand. He ended up finding a handkerchief that had been lost within the belly of the beast and using it to protect himself against the acids within the Piranha Bean's stomach, as it is slow acting and the handkerchief would absorb it and dry before it had the chance to dissolve. He managed to survive by sticking to the stomach lining and away from the acids that consume until he was ready to pupate. He took the handkerchief as a trophy and made his grand escape. His hosting situation is the reason why he may seem a bit more eccentric in nature and have a general lack of understanding as to why or how things work, still doing his best to learn every day. His alternative appearance also has to do with his harsher living environment and characteristics of the Piranha Bean.

[ryqoshay]

Happy Life: Owlhane

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Words: 514 Rating: G Time Frame: Sometime during their college years Prompt: Pianissimo

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Author's Note: Primary entry for the 14th

Summary: Yohane dresses as an owl

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“Are you really going to eat dinner dressed like that?” Riko inquired.

“Dressed like what?” Yoshiko returned a question of her own. “This is Yohanowl’s natural garb!”

“You said earlier that it was your newest garb.”

“Geh…”

“Also, wouldn’t Owlhane sound better?”

Yoshiko pondered for a moment. “Perhaps… Owl… hane…” she sounded it out before nodding. “Yes, Owlhane is better. It seems the elite little demon knows best.”

“I’m back to being a little demon again?”

“I-I mean angel ascended!”

“I thought I was the guardian of Owlhane’s prey?”

“Mohhh… Riri!” Yoshiko whined, waving her arms in frustration, making it look like she was actually flapping her wings due to her owl outfit.

Riko couldn’t help laughing a bit at the absurd, and thus very Yoshiko, scene before her. It was exceptionally cute as far as she was concerned.

“I must say,” Riko said after a moment, “that costume is very well made. Your wings are actually silent, like a real owl.”

Yoshiko grinned with pride. “Of course it is well made! Yo… Owlhane herself had a ha… wing?... claw in its creation!” She flapped again. “Although I must admit it’s not completely silent. I’m not sure that’s possible without using actual owl feathers. Nonetheless, Owlhane insisted that we strive to at least achieve pianissimo!”

Riko wondered for a moment if it was selfish to assume Yoshiko used a music term to refer to her costume because she was dating a pianist. Obviously, Yoshiko knew the term from her time singing as a school idol, but Riko couldn’t recall her using music terms outside of such situation. Or perhaps she did, and Riko only started noticing after the two became a couple. Still, intentionally introducing words from her girlfriend’s interest into her normal daily lexicon seemed very much like something Yoshiko would do.

“Eh?” Riko startled away from her thoughts as a feathered wing flapped near her.

“See?” Yoshiko asked, having moved around the table while Riko was distracted with her thoughts. “It’s just barely audible, but you can hear it. But with everything else happening on stage, I doubt anyone in the audience will notice.”

“I couldn’t hear it from across the table.” Riko admitted.

“Pianissimo achieved!” Yoshiko declared.

Audience. Stage. Riko recalled. “That reminds me, Yocchan hasn’t told me what this new play is about.”

“Oh, well you see…” Yoshiko began to explain excitedly as she returned to her seat.

The couple began to discuss the upcoming play being planned by the theater club Yoshiko had joined at the college they both attended. It was an original work written by a group of students in the literature club based on an amalgamation of several myths and legends. Yoshiko had been assigned the role of a wise owl that would assist the protagonist along their journey.

Riko listened intently to Yoshiko’s descriptions while trying not to laugh whenever the owl costume interfered with Yoshiko’s meal. It all made for an enjoyable, if again, a bit absurd, time. But, such was often the case when one loved and lived with a purported fallen angel.

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Author's Note Continued: Some readers may remember my entry for Promptober 2021 that I called Yohanowl. It was a quickly written, silly idea I had while trying to fall asleep. And since it was a bonus entry already, I didn't bother with much editing or whatnot. The important part was that I enjoyed writing it.

But it has apparently stuck with me, as it was the first thing to come to mind when I started thinking about the entry for this year, and my self-challenge to include the prompts from the two prior years that I participated; there was a Promptober 2020 edition, but I hadn't joined IFH by that time.

Honesty, I've no idea how much I will delve into this made up play for Yohane's college theater club, where she plays an owl. I don't even know what myths or legends I would draw on, I just typed that out for the sake of giving Yohane something to explain. But gods help me if it turns into some massive story arc or the like...

And for the record, Owl was the prompt from '21 and Wonder was from '22.

[bubbulupuma]

Rural Recovery & Religious Rhymes

In the Sutta Nipāta 5.16, a fellow named "King of Emptiness" (Mogharāja) asks the Buddha how he should "look upon the world" such that the "King of Death cannot see [him]", and the Buddha (eventually, after being questioned thrice) answers "Look upon the world as empty, Mogharāja; ever mindful…"

It is not quite where I'm at right now. World seems chock full of bullshit. I'm in rural Missouri, a place I only ended up because my life was generally in shambles by 31 and I was either going to move back in with my father or be homeless again. The last time I tried to start over from his guest room I made it about 18 months before I was so incredibly depressed that I decided to drive back to my home city in Texas and try starting over living out of my car instead.

Unsurprisingly, really, this did not produce better results. I was introduced to meth while I was still living out of my car and hanging around lots of other homeless people (not for the stimulating conversation, just as a consequence of staying close to shelters and soup kitchens and whatnot). I managed to get a job working once again as a CNA, and taking tiny little bits of meth almost every day definitely made it easier to get through the first few weeks, during which I was still sleeping (poorly) in a car and eating very little food. Meth continued to fuel me through a year of very long, intense shifts worked at all hours of the day and night, but despite my relatively well-moderated use (seriously) and carefully-maintained harm-reduction measures (always try to sleep every night, always eat something every day, etc.) I couldn't keep myself together forever. I finally lost that job after arriving very late twice. I had started to periodically sleep straight through my alarms, profoundly exhausted after weeks-long stretches of sleeping very little while working tons of hours overnight.

After I lost that job, I spent an embarrassingly long time just bumming around and getting increasingly insane from the meth use, until finally (to make a very long story somewhat shorter), someone I barely knew stabbed me very nearly to death, eviscerating me over a misunderstanding.

I was becoming (to my deep, deep regret and horror) someone that strangers and new acquaintances began to find incredibly scary. Not because I was violent or aggressive, but just because I seemed incredibly intense and kind of insane, no matter how hard I tried to appear normal and non-threatening. I worked very hard to hide my meth addiction (and, indeed, I succeeded at that--no one had any idea, they just thought I was really intense and eccentric), and especially not to frighten people--I truly found the idea that I was making people uncomfortable beyond mortifying, truly disturbing--but there is only so much one can do to pretend normalcy when you are gradually losing touch with reality, growing increasingly paranoid, hearing voices, and keeping your nervous system ablaze with more stimulation than a hunted animal 24/7.

So, after a few months recovering from the evisceration, I returned to this little guest room once more, only this time with a renewed conviction that I could not simply "wing it" anymore. I needed recovery, and every other form of healing and help of which I could possibly avail myself, or shit was just gonna get worse. This time, I felt the "King of Death" watching me very closely.

Now, I am doing much better than I was. There is just a great, great deal of room for improvement. As I mentioned in my first post, I am still struggling to say goodbye to the much-less-psychoactive but-still-highly-addictive security blanket which helped me quit meth: kratom. I am also beginning to really confront everything which the heavy drug use had helped me avoid and repress: my own deeply wounded psyche, fucked life, and, like everyone else with a conscience, the problem of how to live meaningfully and helpfully without freaking out and hating people in this horror-show world.

The way my life was going, I was never going to be of any use to anyone, no matter how well-informed about the ongoing blood-soaked imperialism of my home country I remained. Keeping close tabs on the rise of outright fascism, the regression of civil rights (domestically, that is--American foreign policy hasn't ever given a shit about anyone else's rights), the progress of environmental destruction, etc. and despising more and more the countrymen (or bots posing as them) who actively supported it all was, ultimately, accomplishing nothing beyond driving me more fucking insane.

I realized I simply wasn't going to be able to begin actually contributing in any meaningful way until I got my shit quite a bit more together. I definitely wasn't going to be able to live in this world with universal compassion, loving-kindness, empathetic-joy, AND equanimity.

It takes a much more stable mind to see the emptiness in the world.

Well, there's no nice literary conclusion I have to these thoughts. I'm really just introducing myself still and laying the groundwork, getting these thoughts out, telling you where I'm at. If anyone reads this, do please comment, because that's insane.

[xsoldier]

Sadly, VERY much no. Not even in the slightest.

The whole ritual of Communion is actually from The Last Supper with a whole ritual there that Jesus does himself before Judas goes off to betray him. It's recorded in a few books of the New Testament, but the most detailed is probably Matthew 26:26–28, which is as follows:

“While they were eating, Jesus took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying, ‘Take and eat; this is my body.’ Then he took a cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, ‘Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins’”

Note that this is TOTALLY SEPARATE from that time Jesus fed a bunch of people by miraculously multiplying bread & fish (Matthew 14:13-12) which is ALSO completely different from the time he transformed water into wine (John 2:1-11). Both fun miracle stories and both wholly unrelated to Communion and the whole sacrificial symbolism.

It's easy to conflate those things as all being related to this because of all the Christian art, but that's all after-the-fact symbolism finding weird ways of representing multiple things all at once thematically, which also get tied up in other intersecting mythologies and contemporary Christian fictions of the time like Dante's Inferno and whatnot.

Though I'd expect there's probably some Roman secret society rituals tied in from when the Empire took over Christianity during the Council of Nicea and codified it into a single religion (since that's why artistic depictions of Angels suddenly look like non-bearded androgynous winged dudes, but that's a story for another time). At the time they kicked out the Vandals and other factions who didn't agree on Jesus as the son of God, but just thought he was a cool dude, and so big secret rituals were how they rapidly weeded out the OTHER Christians to take control of the religion and align it to their version across the Roman Empire.

The actual reason that the whole water & blood pouring out of Jesus' body occurred is that crucifixion often causes the victim to go into hypovolemic shock, resulting in fluid collecting around the heart creating a pericardial effusion. So, when Longinus' spear stabbed through Jesus' ribs and into his heart to ensure that he was dead after being crucified, the spear blade ruptured the pericardium AND the heart — thus all that collected fluid drained out through that wound at the same time as the blood in the heart did — looking like water draining out along with the blood.

This actually wouldn't be uncommon in anyone dying of crucifixion as it's typically either that or asphyxiation that kills them, especially with broken legs which was also common. So while it may SEEM like some shocking miraculous thing… it's actually just the science of the really fucked up ways that you die when you're crucified, and the end results of that being recorded in the Bible quite accurately.

(This is why it's fun having been raised as an Evangelical Free Christian, gone to Lutheran & Christian private schools, and had a Catholic best friend before moving to Utah — and becoming an Atheist as soon as I was in high school. Since basically everyone else was Mormon, I was the defacto "other Christian stuff" specialist, so I'm still a cornucopia of weird facts and information like this).

Being raised by areligious jews with 0 exposure to christianity outside pop culture is so fun. One time I asked my ex-catholic friend why a picture of jesus had a bristle crown and she looked at me like I was insane. One time I heard someone mention the "lance of longinus" and responded, word for word, "Like from Evangelion?" One time during a history lesson my professor described an important monk and scholar as "Dominican" and I spent the rest of class super confused and hung up on it because I was very sure that the Dominican Republic didn't meaningfully exist as an entity back then, maybe she meant he was a native Taino or something but that's a weird way to say that and I'm pretty sure this was pre- European contact? Really fucks people up when they realize I genuinely have no idea.

[retroautomaton]

so silly and blue

[lets-try-some-writing]

Request for starscream as a sparkling headcanons, his interactions with both the autobots and decepticons, i want teeny lil baby seeker

Awww, baby screamer is such a cute idea! How can I not write about it? (and there is also a little doodle I did for this because I thought it was cute)

Baby Screamer and the Bots

Decepticons

Because of some relic mumbo jumbo Starscream somehow manages to get himself turned into a sparkling and it is sheer chaos. All of Decepticon high command just kind of... stare blankly for a few minutes at the screeching sparkling that is sitting where Starscream just was. But after a second it would be Soundwave to break out of his trance first and collect the sparkling.

The Spymaster would quickly take up the role of Starscream's primary Caretaker due to his previous experience smaller bots (namely his cassettes). Knockout and Breakdown would also come in to take up the roles of Starscream's secondary Caretakers due to how much affection the little seeker needs. And surprisingly, Starscream would adapt incredibly quickly and imprint upon his adopted Caretakers without much issue.

While Shockwave is busy figuring out how to reverse the effects of the relic and possibly come up with a way to make it benefit the Decepticon cause, life around the nemesis changes.

Megatron for the most part doesn't interact with sparkling Starscream, but when he comes to check up on him or randomly bumps into him, he always ends up being a little softer than usual. Despite hating Starscream's adult self with a passion, the warlord can't help but dote on the first sparkling he has seen in millennia. As such he has developed a habit of carrying around a little something for Starscream just in case he meets the small seeker. Starscream loves the little gifts he gets, especially the shiny things which he adds to his makeshift nest.

Knockout and Breakdown for their part absolutely adore little Starscream. He is the sparkling they never had and they love him dearly. They would and will fight denta and digit to protect him.

Breakdown has taken up the role of a Sire, a protector and someone for Starscream to look to for guidance on the nemesis. He loves taking Starscream and playing little games with him, like holding Starscream up in the air and swinging him around so he can feel like he is flying. He also likes taking Starscream around the nemesis to explore and occasionally (mainly whenever Knockout isn't around) he will help Starscream do a little gliding from ledges and whatnot.

Breakdown also secretly loves putting Starscream down for recharge, his favorite part is singing to the sparkling and tucking him against his chassis until he is comfortably in recharge. Playing a much tamer version of lob ball with the sparkling is also an activity Breakdown enjoys. Starscream isn't all that good at it, but his attempts to carry the ball on his shaky pedes is the cutest thing ever.

Knockout has taken on the role of a Nurturer, the more maternal and emotionally aware counterpart of a Sire. He takes great joy in keeping Starscream happy and healthy. Seekers natural have a tendency to want to look good, and so Starscream adores having fresh and colorful paint just as much as the medic adores doing it for him. Knockout will spend hours with the sparkling touching up his paint, giving his little wings massages, and telling Starscream stories from his own sparkling years.

He also carries the sparkling around with him whenever he can, mainly to keep Starscream from getting into anything. But also because he thinks its funny to watch Starscream hiss and flare his plating at any bot he doesn't know who they pass. Knockout also takes great pride in his energon goodies which he and Starscream love to decorate together and eat afterwards. Starscream is always a mess when they are done, but his secondary Caretakers couldn't care less when he is busy stuffing his face with goodies.

Soundwave despite technically being Starscream's primary Caretaker, does not have a ton of time to spend with the little seeker. However he is not sparkless and actually loves little sparklings more than any bot would dare think. He tries to finish his work as quickly as possible or get one of his cassettes to cover for him so that he can go and see Starscream and possibly steal him away from his secondary Caretakers for a few hours. When he comes to see Starscream the sparkling always comes running with a squeal of joy and before crashing against the spymaster's legs. Soundwave then picks up his precious charge and will spend what little time he has with the sparkling carefully. Usually this means he will watch Starscream play with his cassettes or carry the little seeker around in a sling and hum quietly until he falls asleep against his chassis. No bot will ever say it out loud, but it is obvious that Soundwave loves his little seekerling.

The Vehicons think sparkling Starscream is great. They adore him and love to give him little gifts and dress him up for photos. The braver Vehicons will also steal Starscream away from his Caretakers and take him on adventures. Sometimes they will have little tea parties with energon goodies and other treats, other times they will play games with Starscream. Usually hide and seek or some variation or house which Starscream always has a blast playing. However despite being good playmates, the Vehicons have a very limited sense of maturity when it comes to handling sparklings. As such at some point, a few of them would get the bright idea to take Starscream out of the nemesis so he could experience the fresh air and the feel of the wind in his wings. This would in turn lead an Autobot patrol to accidentally acquire a little seekerling after incapacitating his Vehicon companions.

Autobots

Starscream would throw an absolute fit after the Autobots collect him and take him back to base. He wants his Dad, his Sire, and his Nurturer and he doesn't care how much noise he needs to make to get back to them. Thankfully for every bot involved, while Optimus is busy negotiating with the Decepticons for the rights to their seeker, it is Ratchet who surprisingly steps up as the new Nurturer for Starscream.

It takes a while, with Starscream already having imprinted and all that. But after a few days Starscream calms down and due to his need for affection, quickly manages to imprint upon Ratchet and later Optimus as well.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack aren't quite sure what to think of Starscream, but he is a sparkling and all sparklings are cute in their book. And so they swiftly became the fun uncles for the little seeker, playing with Starscream, making him little toys, and dragging him down from the rafters whenever he manages to get up there. However Wheeljack has tried one too many times to give Starscream a knife and so his sparklingsitting rights have been revoked. Bulkhead also isn't exactly the most careful mech, and so after nearly stepping on Starscream by accident, he has also lost his sparklingsitting rights. They do still try to play with the seekerling when they get the chance though, albeit under the supervision of some other Autobot.

Arcee is conflicted on the subject of sparkling Starscream. On one hand, Starscream's adult self has the energon of thousands staining his servos, including Cliffjumper. And he is also indirectly responsible for the deaths of millions of others. But on the other hand he is now a defenseless, innocent, and good natured sparkling. She as a result, tends to keep away from Starscream as a whole. However she does interact with him every now and then by bringing him toys he has scattered around base or by fishing him out of some small crevice no other bot can get into.

Ultra Magnus is the only bot truly indifferent toward Starscream. In his optics Starscream is just a regular sparkling until he does something that would warrant retaliation. The seekerling is under his protection until he returns to his previous self or to the nemesis. As such Ultra Magnus doesn't mind taking care of Starscream when Ratchet and Optimus find themselves busy. He actually enjoys having the seekerling with him while he works on paperwork and reports. Despite what one would think, Starscream is actually a rather tame sparkling as long as he has something to do. And so to keep him busy, Ultra Magnus will regularly hand the sparkling datapads to scribble on and then put the pictures he creates up on display in some quiet corner of his berthroom. He thinks they are cute but he will never say so out loud.

Bumblebee and Smokescreen were slightly hesitant when it came to handling Starscream at first, but they quickly lightened up after Ratchet or all mechs took a liking to him. Seeing their excitableness and their hyper awareness to Starscream's moods and needs, Optimus gave the team's two younglings a mission. Bumblebee and Smokescreen were made the designated secondary Caretakers for Starscream and they take their job very seriously. While their positions aren't formal and are more akin to the responsibilities that come with being elder siblings, Smokescreen and Bumblebee still give it their all. Everything Starscream needs is attended to immediately and he is absolutely smothered in attention from them.

Ratchet didn't really intend to have the sparkling imprint on him, especially as a Nurturer of all things, but he has since come to accept his role and take it in stride. He is the biggest mother hen and will not hesitate to throw hands if needed to protect Starscream. He is not the most touchy feely individual but Ratchet makes and exception for Starscream and actively carries him around in a sling when the sparkling isn't off playing. He regularly sings for Starscream and massages his little wings while the sparkling is in the sling. Ratchet also takes extra care to keep the base sparkling proofed, he doesn't want his little one getting hurt.

Optimus already has his servos full dealing with his two rambunctious younglings and the three human children (who are definably not his sparkling as well- why would you think that?) but how could he not get attached to sparkling Starscream? As Prime it is his duty to protect Cybertron and its people, especially the sparklings (at least that is the answer he gives when asked about his ever increasing number of adopted children). With this in mind it took less than two seconds for Optimus to claim Starscream as one of his and dote on the seekerling. When he is not fighting for custody of the little one, he carries Starscream around on his shoulders and reads him stories.

The humans are rather wary of Starscream considering he is about as big as they are even as a sparkling. But the children do try to play with him when the bots are there to supervise. June and Fowler don't mind sparkling Starscream all that much, they just want reassurance that he won't accidentally crush one of the kids.

Extra

Until (or if) Shockwave can figure out how to turn Starscream back into his normal egotistical self, both Autobots and Decepticons are stuck in a very intense custody battle.

Megatron isn't all that concerned in all honesty, but he is not fond of the thought of dealing with half of his crew rebelling and so he makes an effort to get Starscream back. He and Optimus meet once a week to try and discuss custody through the use of the old Cybertronian laws regarding the matter. It usually devolves into a brawl where one side steals the sparkling for a while until the other comes and steals him back.

Soundwave is incredibly depressed without the seekerling around and so does his best to try and kidnap Starscream whenever he can. This has resulted in several fights between the two factions, both sides constantly stealing Starscream from each other in a never ending game of hot potato.

The location of both the Autobot base and the Decepticon warship has now become common knowledge. The only reason both factions don't try and wipe the other off the map is because Starscream may or may not be in the base/nemesis. This has led both factions, mainly the Caretakers, to meet and swap Starscream around in a more organized manner so as to not scare him. The supposed ceasefire does not stop the Autobot and Decepticon Caretakers from trying to one-up each other when given the chance.