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everything i need is right here pt.1 || dick grayson x blkfem!reader

summary: you've spent the past seven years away from the mask, but new threats and past obligations pull you away from your family  

word count: 2.2k

a/n: heres my first attempt at a series. i have a set ending but i think an alt one could be fun too idk ?? and i gave the kids names because why not

Dead in the night, time barely stood at three in the morning. The sound of wailing echoes off the walls, waking you and Dick. With sluggish movements, you shifted, rising to rest your weight on your forearms and recognizing the cries as your son, Eli. Lucky for you, it was Dick’s turn to cater to your monster toddler for the night. The idea was that he would settle down your son, leaving you to fall back to sleep. However, the reality came to be that your husband returned with Eli in hand, somehow, finding the voice to cry louder than before. Once discovered, he'd refuse to fill in the noise any other way. 

“Help, please?” He begged with a tone wrapped in a fit of earnestness and exhaustion. Still, a weary smile broke through the edges of his lips as he tried to hassle through the squirming.

A low chuckle fell past your lips at the sight. Three kids in and despite the countless interrupted nights and fussy cries, there was nothing you would give to change it. Some days it's still hard to believe. That, regardless of everything, you were lucky enough to have all of this. That life of normalcy, you spent hours wondering if you’ll have after every mission. You were young, a kid starting out just like the rest. Early on, you learned bearing that mask takes and takes. That you have to hold onto the good that you're granted with everything you have. If asked, joining the Titans was possibly one of the worst decisions you'd ever made. Yet, you don't hold a single regret. Not if it meant you wouldn't be living the life you have now. 

“Come here, baby,” you said in a sleep-ridden tone as you took him from Dick’s grasp. Your hand comes to rub soothing motions across his back. Carefully, you sat down on the edge of the bed, bouncing your son with his tears slowly coming to a halt. His head rested snug on your chest, and a tiny hand clutched your shirt. “Unbelievable,” you muttered, tiredly shaking your head, with the corners of your lips turning slightly upward.

The sight pulled out a weak chuckle from Dick. Crossing his arms, he leaned on the door frame, letting his head gently hit the wood. 

“You know, I'm starting to think I'm not the favorite parent here,” he insisted, pushing off the frame. Far too exhausted to fight off a weary grin. He comes shuffling to the bed to sit beside you, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. Letting his head rest on your shoulder, and his eyes fluttering shut. 

You let out a hum and a soft huff of laughter, “Yeah, probably. Are the girls still asleep?” 

“Yep, out like a light,” he confirmed, suppressing a yawn, recollecting how peacefully they slept through the cries of their brother. It’s a true miracle they can sleep through the night until it's a struggle to get out the door in the morning. You feel the weight of Dick’s head lift. His gaze now caught up on your son, bringing his hand to run through soft curls. 

“Hope he goes back to sleep soon. If he goes easy on us, we can make it another couple of hours.”

You emitted a soft groan in response. Just the thought was enough to make you cry. It's almost funny. You'd think that after spending years dedicated to vigilantism, you'd grown accustomed to the inconsistency of sleep and late nights. 'No,' you both had said, looking back on it with far too much conviction, 'it'll be a piece of cake'. It shouldn't have been a shock how quickly a bet was made to see how soon the two of you would crack. Alfred was the only one who seemed to hold an ounce of faith. But you've survived the past seven years (somehow). Quickly learning to be grateful for getting five hours every other night. You shifted your head to the side, catching a glimpse of Eli. Just like his parents, he's struggling to keep his eyes open. Seeing him fight the inevitable brings a loose grin to your lips. 

“He shouldn't be too much longer, go back to bed, I got it,”

“Pfft, are you kidding? We’re supposed to face sleep deprivation together, remember… plus it’s still my night.” He replied, his eyes trailing over you.

Ignoring all of its cheesy cliché sentiments, he’s certain you look as beautiful as you did the day you met. Since then, he hasn’t viewed the world the same. The subtle glow of moonlight peaking through the windows highlights your features. His eyes traced down the slope of your nose, to the curve of your lips. Meeting you has always been his greatest achievement. Your focus was currently transfixed by your son in your arms. His hair was a shade of raven black, and had eyes that strikingly resembled yours.

“Just give up already, kid,” slipped past your lips with a pleading sigh and a soft, teasing tone. You placed a kiss atop their head, a hand continuing to run in soothing motions across his back.  “He's so stubborn. Gets it from you, ya know.” Your words were spoken with the same unwavering tone as seconds before. 

Anissa was easy, always sleeping through the night, never fussy. It's her fault you thought another kid would be a good idea. The middle child's always the trick baby. 

“What? Name, like one time I've ever been stubborn.” Within seconds, your expression turned quizzical, lined with a combination of frustration. Or, of course, in Dick's own words, your ‘angry black mom face’. 

“... actually, you don’t have to answer that.” 

“I didn't think I had to, to begin with.”

Somewhere along the delicate silence, the battle amid sleep was lost. Eli’s soft snores filled the room alongside your breathing, and his grip on your shirt fell. The sight was always easy to get lost in, a tender smile spreading on your face. You loved these quiet moments, the family you've made, peacefully existing together.

“Annddd out like a light,” you murmured, voice low, trying not to disturb the tranquility of the room. “You think you can get him to bed?”

“Yeah, I got him.” He answered, rising from the mattress. An arm held stretched in the air, the other bent, leaving his fist to cover another yawn. Then, bending down to pick up the toddler from your arms, “I'll put him in his crib, try to get some sleep.” 

When he walked out of the room, you pushed out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding in. Your eyes traveled down to the ring on your left hand. You tried to do as he said, to let your head hit the pillow and close your eyes. You hadn’t realized he'd joined you in bed until you felt the dip in the mattress. 

You're not sure how much time has passed. You do, however, know you should be sleeping. God knows you need it. Instead, you were staring off at shadows dancing on the ceiling. It felt like a thousand and one thoughts were crowding your mind. All of the noise couldn't seem to fade. You tilted your head, letting your eyes wander across Dick's features. You see every touch and kiss. Every fight and struggle you’ve worked through. You see the man you will love until forever stops. There was an added warmth from his body lying close to yours. One you had long since claimed as the feeling of home. He was your home. He is home. You felt more than guilt. This was one of the only times he truly looked… at peace. Lying on his stomach, with an arm folded under the pillow. 

“... are you sleeping?” You asked in a hushed whisper.

The sound of your voice pulls him back to an inch of consciousness, “Mhm, yeah, yeah, I'm still up.” His words were mumbled and drowsy. Eyes still closed shut.

“Do you ever, I don't know, miss it?” You wondered. The thought had always been there, hanging in the backdrop of your mind. Never having the time to give it a second glance. 

A moment or two passed before your words fully registered. He lifted his head, keeping his eyes narrowed. His expression held notes of fatigue, combined with hints of perplexity. 

“Miss, what exactly?” He pushed, looking for some type of clarification. A part of him felt as though he already knew the answer. 

He wanted to be wrong, to give you the benefit of the doubt. Life is full of endless choices. All the decisions you've made have led you here. Stepping out, joining the Titans. You wouldn't be the person you are today if you had never put on that mask. You wouldn't have your husband. Who has shown you nothing but real, genuine love. You wouldn't have your kids, who have forever changed how you view the beauty of the world. You traded it all in the day you told him you were pregnant. For the past seven years, your responsibilities haven't fallen to the rest of the world. Your only job has been to take care of your kids, your family. That is who you are. You shifted against the sheets.  Moving your back to the headboard after reaching over to flick on the lamp. 

“You know, getting out there like we used to. The rush and the action and the bad guys with the stupid names.” Your head tilted back and eyes closed. Pushing out a longing sigh and basking in the nostalgia. A loose smile came into motion.

He flipped on his side, his forearm holding the weight of his upper body. His gaze was held to the sheets as the corner of his mouth lifted. The memories flooded in, his own wave of nostalgia washing over. A perfect blend of all the good and the bad and the ugly. He’d be the first to admit that he spent the best times of his life facing near-death. He owes the same sentiments to the mask, to his roles as Robin and Nightwing. He misses it, how could he not? By now, he mirrored your position with his arm propped up on a bent leg. A smirk plastered across his lips. 

“Yeah, I mean, I won't lie, sometimes I think about how it would feel to get back out there, beating up the villain of the week with some stupid name.” 

When his expression fell, reality hit. You weren’t blind to the endless sacrifices that came with the job. You witnessed every risk and danger firsthand. You carried the weight of knowing there are missions that could be your last. Those were chances you couldn't afford to take, not anymore. Not again. 

“... Then I remember why we got out and who we did it for. I remember the life we have now, and that's all I need. I wouldn’t waste time trying to change that.” 

Your entire life shifted after our oldest, Mari. The world turned technicolor the second you held her in your arms. Suddenly, you had a new mission, a new priority. At the end of the day, none of it changes. None of it will ever change. Behind your walls were words left unsaid. Hidden desires and longing, kept under the rug far away from even his view. 

“I know, and I wouldn't change anything either. I love our life. I love our family, and I have everything I need right here.” You spoke with a truth of soft conviction. You reached out to place a hand on the cusps of his cheek, pulling him in far enough to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. Your lips lingered another moment more.

“Sorry for keeping you up.” Your words held a layer deeper to apologetic. You weren't keeping him up because of something like snoring. You were fantasizing about your past and going over everything you could lose in a heartbeat.

He could sense it, not as a detective but as your husband. It was subtle, but it was there—something he couldn't quite name,“I don't mind, you know you can always talk to me. We're always gonna be a half sexy team.” 

“I know,” You nodded, keeping your tone leveled.

He's always had that ability to make you feel that everything can work out. That no matter what you face, you'll always end up on top. And you thought to yourself maybe, just maybe, this could work. 

“Now, go to bed,  you look like shit.” Tired wasn't the word. Even in the dim light, you can see dark spots under his eyes; his hair was longer and needed a trim. 

“Aww you're so hot when you care about my well-being. If you'll excuse me, I need my beauty sleep.” The breath he lets out is obnoxious, flared with the dramatics that come with being a circus boy. The same calls for the way he rolls over and reshapes his pillow. 

You let out a huff of air, rolling your eyes with no real fret of annoyance. Just before reaching out to flick the switch on the lamp. The room fell into darkness in a matter of seconds. The clock ticked further into the night. It was almost too easy for Dick to fall back to sleep. His body shifting against the sheets filled the silence for a few lingering moments. 

You couldn't sleep, not even with the weight of exhaustion sitting on your shoulders. How could you? Not while harboring secrets from the man you'd made vows to. Not while you've broken promises. 

You're coming back to the life you've given everything to distance yourself from.  

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Your #1 Fan!💖

Literally had so much fun putting her together! Someone stop me from making more DE cosplays😂

Character: Fantina

Game: Date Everything by Sassy Chap Games

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Howdy ghouls, folks and dearie- ohs

My name is Hedone and I've been in this community for about three years now. I love it truly and wish never to be parted from it. But in that time I've noticed somethings. Like how it can be difficult to survive it, especially when your starting out I feel. So, to give back I made this;

This is your guide on how to make friends and survive the selfshipping community.

So with that out the way, there are some steps to survive.

Create -

In my view, self shipping is often a creative outlet as it is a comforting one. The ability to take a piece of media into my hands and shape it to my whims and will is often awe-inspiring. I'll admit it's easier to see it with other people than with ourselves.

So with this in mind - start off small, though if you want to go guns blazing you can do that too. It doesn't have to be a lot. If you feel embarrassed, don't be. If you are afraid then don't worry cus your definitely not alone there.

Often times it helps to make a promo. This way people who find you can know some quick facts; your title, your fos and any other bits of info you wish to give. Most people will want to know if you share an fo or not - whether this is in case they are uncomfortable with share or want to know if your comfortable with sharing. Whether you are or not is your choice.

'this user' boxes are a fun way to decorate and tell people about yourself. If your worried about how it looks, then make another one, there's no limit unless you make one. Some people make Cards for it. If that's intimidating, don't worry boo, this is Tumblr - you do you.

My first real post was about what it would be like my mind was like a house and what which fos would stay and which ones would come and go. I posted it three years ago and in all that time it has gotten 16 notes on it. Does that mean that I shouldn't have created it? no, no it doesn't. Because when I read it it makes me happy.

Do a gush post, make art, start 'reblog with your f/o' game, write stories, make a moodboard - start the flow on those creative juices.

interact -

I've seen a lot of people be nervous about talking to new people and I can tell you, I feel the same. Its daunting, talking to someone new and it can be awkward wading through the small talk. Most people are in the same boat as you; nervous and wishing to talk about their fos.

Instead of focusing on being popular, try and make friends instead, its much much more emotionally fulling than the first option. Find people with fos in the same source, and try and build it up from there. You'll find your weridos eventually - you just got to sieve though the rest first. You don't have to be best pals with everyone on there but be friendly.

If you recognise a character, why not send an ask? If you have a mutual in mind, why not try and talk with them? Reblog other people's art and moodboards and posts. Doing content trades is a great way to interact with people (and boo if your worried or don't think your content is very good, don't be - we're all evolving here). Also if you can or just like to draw, you can make fanarts for a selfship you like or would like to be your mutual - like I said before, everyone on here just wants to talk about their fos here, all that is needed is a small push first.

With that in mind not everyone you talk to is going to like you, or interact the same way you do. Everyone has a style to themselves and that's ok - the trick is find someone who has the same, or a similar style as you. Even though we are interacting through a screen, remember that there is another person behind that screen; ask them how they're doing, what they're up to, if anything positive happen in their life.

Also be careful about the kinds of people you want to befriend- do they give back what you give first? Do they share your joy? You're bound to find many you click with, just be patient and don't give up - you got this 👍😊👍

Make Friends From All Walks Of The Community -

You'll never know who you're fandom buddy will be - Antis, proships, all are people and all have a different flavour to one another. Its up to you to pick. I've found that to survive here you have to lay roots. No man is an island after all. If you don't agree with a someone's ship or like it doesn't cost much to just be polite. Being considerate and kind to other people's selfships goes a long way round here.

Insecurity

Its pretty easy to feel intimidated by other's success. feeling like their ships are being validated while yours aren't (trust me here - I know what I speak of) but here's what you have to remember: We're all just people daydreaming about fictional characters - No one is better than you and you f/os will always love you!

This is one of the many reasons why building a foundation of fellow weridos is important, its good to have a someone that your able to lean on and vice versa.

But main point here is that no matter what, no one can take away your fos love for you nor your love for them. And if they try, flip them the 🖕 cus we don't give a 🦆

Karma -

I see a few newbies do this where they go onto someone's blog, reblog a game but not send in an ask from that game. If you reblog an ask game off of someone, sent in an ask from that game. Every little helps and it spreads the love around.

Tumblr is not like Instagram, likes are not the currency here. Reblog other people's art and moodboards and posts. Leave a comment in the tags about the things you like or what you felt like when you saw it, send in an ask about their post.

Remember that even though we are interacting through a screen, there is another person behind that screen; Wishing for the same things as you do.

Take Breaks

It can be tiring on here, takes up a lot of energy so taking breaks can be good for you.

It's not like your fos are going to run away the second you turn your back - come away from Tumblr for a bit and reconnect with the outside, touch some grass, take a walk outside for a while. Its can be for as long as you like. I usually find that I like to take these breaks when I have things planned, so like if I'm going somewhere or have a thing planned I generally just try and stay off Tumblr for as long as I can, till I really want to.

If you feel like your abandoning your fos then why not take them with you? what would they say when your outside? How would they react? What would you say back? things like that.

Like with many of my posts, I doubt it will get much attraction. But if one person sees it and it helps them, then that's my dues paid, my contribute made. A very special thank you to @echoes-lighthouse @wisemins @hibiscus-ships @tex-treasures @missnaunet @vanilla-ending, @multyshipping for all your tips and helps with making this post.

With that said, thank you for reading this and if you never see me again

Merry Meet, Merry Part and Merry met Again.

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how to commission artists on crepe (a selfshipper's guide)

crepe is a korean commissioning site similar to skeb, where you can more accurately search for artists & communicate with them during the commission process! unless you understand the language, i highly recommend getting a translator extension on your browser that makes the process easier, and using a translator for all your communications.

(this guide includes: recommended search tags, an explanation of the process, and words to know!) ⁽ˊᵕˋ⁾

recommended search tags (with clickable links!)

드림 (term for "dream" / yumeship)

페어 ("pair")

2인 / 3인 (two people, three people)

가챠 (gacha, some artists define this differently, but these options are budget friendly and can be finished quickly!!)

process

the process follows these stages: application -> payment -> receiving the art -> confirming the art -> finishing the commission. if you request a revision, artists will either resend the "receiving" notif with the revised art, or ask you to confirm and then send the revised art with the "finished" notif.

when you find a commission you like, pressing apply takes you to the application page where you'll answer a questionnaire the artist made that usually asks for references, pose ideas, and any info about the character they should be aware of. you do not pay at this stage. after clicking apply, crepe might ask you if you'd like to "verify" your identity- click "no," as you do not need to verify your identity to commission people.

afterwards, you'll see a chat opened up with you and the artist. this is where you'll get your updates, and you can also chat with the artist if you need something revised. you pay when the artist sends a payment request with a quote. the unit "P" in the prices are 1:1 with korean won (KRW). it'll ask if you'll pay directly, or with points (P). though there's preset amounts of points you can buy, you can also buy the exact amount needed by inputting the number in the blank top option. their payment method is paypal!

after payment, the artist can send you a notification when they start working. once everything's finished, you can choose to leave a tip (which can only be the same amount or less than what you paid) and the option to leave a review d=( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

words & things to know

a few artists will not do certain medias. you might see the phrase "commission-banned" or something similar, where they won't draw certain medias because of copyright laws i think. (i usually see HYV games, but they'll often give a list of examples if they mention it)

here is a thread i found where the OP talks about artists who can draw their character's darker skintone accurately, with examples.

"C/P": couple pairing

omakase: "i'll leave it up to you"; some artists ask for just a basic idea of what you want. often seen in gacha commissions if not their own posts. (a variant i've seen is "outfit omakase," where the artist designs an outfit for you!)

SD / MD / LD: the size of the character, separate from headshot / fullbody / etc. SD is a chibi, LD is a drawing with accurate proportions.

"fast closing": they'll finish your commission quickly! you can filter your search for this tag too, as well as "deadline on the same day." keep in mind the timezones!

thanks for reading, and i hope this is helpful! if there's any questions or you'd like a recommendation of an artist to commission, feel free to send me an ask! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

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happy vday <3

★ bsky | ko-fi | ig | prints ★

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I've had this little idea in my head for a while now, so I decided to sit down and plot it out.

Disclaimer: This isn't meant to be some sort of One-Worksheet-Fits-All situation. This is meant to be a visual representation of some type of story planning you could be doing in order to develop a plot!

Lay down groundwork! (Backstory integral to the beginning of your story.) Build hinges. (Events that hinge on other events and fall down like dominoes) Suspend structures. (Withhold just enough information to make the reader curious, and keep them guessing.)

And hey, is this helps... maybe sit down and write a story! :)

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LOOK AT THE SWEET COMMISSION I GOT I LOVE IT!! PLS SUPPORT THE ARTIST💛💛💛

(Kise-kae is my other account lmaoo)

Commission for @kise-kae!

COMMISSION INFO

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Oh yall really like the idea of boots! OKAY boots it is then!

I really want to give Bill boots, and I don’t know why. It would look so out of place, but I want to give him boots with frogs on them. Should I chat?

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new years eve!!! wooo!!! go crazy go wild! 🥳🥳🥳

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raise a glass to the posts you love that end up deleted. to the fanart and fanfics you lose track of and can’t locate. to the blogs you used to look through that ended up unexpectedly disappearing. to the things you didn’t archive because you always assumed they’d be there.

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I really want to give Bill boots, and I don’t know why. It would look so out of place, but I want to give him boots with frogs on them. Should I chat?

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Heyyyy….its been awhile ya girl was going through some burnout…im coming back soon cuz i really want to pour more into TRMP AU but im going to try and do more Drabble post in between canon stuff and I want to get into more art. BUT THANK YOU FOR EVERYONE WHO WAITED FOR MY WERID SELF💛💛💛

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I just the TF One movie and lord this the best thing I have read ❤️👏🏾❤️👏🏾

Oo I got something for TFO

If possible would you be open to doing a human s/o with D-16? Like the human came from another planet that was destroyed and they got stranded on Cybertron and somehow managed to end up in Iacon city?

D-16 (Megatron) x Reader – The Creature From Another World - Part 1 of 2

A/N – This is so much longer than I thought it would be. I think it may be the most fun, silly fic I’ve ever written and I am so happy that I got to write it. Also, SPOILERS FOR THE END OF THE TRANSFORMERS ONE MOVIE IN THE FINAL SEGMENT!

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

It was all Orion’s fault. Everything that was likely to get D-16 in trouble was his fault. It was always, ‘Hey, what if we searched the tunnels for something even more valuable than energon?’ Or ‘You want to come into the archives with me? Of course, I have a permit. It’s not like I would try breaking in… again.’

This time, the line that was sure to get D-16 into trouble was, “Hey bud, don’t tell anyone but I got us a pet!”

D-16 rubbed his helm exasperatedly, “A pet, Pax! Why can’t you just obey the rules for once.”

“Hey, there are no rules against keeping pets,” Orion said excitedly, heading over to his locker to retrieve the creature in question.

“Of course there aren’t! Because no one would be stupid enough to keep one!”

“You just haven’t seen it yet. It’s really cute.”

“I hope your spark eater tears off your face, Pax. I really do,” D-16 deadpanned.

“Not a spark eater,” Orion chuckled, then he began whispering into his locker, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt ya, little cutie. That’s it, settle down now.”

D-16 shook his head, “You’re gonna get demoted all the way down to the 40th sub-level and when you do, I’m not gonna save your sorry aft. Besides Pax, there isn’t enough energon to go around as is. How’re you gonna feed a pet?”

“That’s the thing,” Orion said eagerly. “It doesn’t fuel up on energon.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. What kind of thing doesn’t need energon?” D-16 asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him as he tried to peek over Orion’s shoulder at the so-called ‘pet’ he was trying to grab.

He heard some scrabbling, Orion said some more soothing words and then Orion turned around, holding a creature half his size around the waist in both servos.

“D-16, meet our new pet, Minitronus.”

“Minitronus!” D-16 said excitedly. He knew Orion had only picked the name to foster his attachment and ensure that he kept the creature a secret.

D-16 got close to Orion’s pet, resting his hands on his thighs as he bent down. “Whoa, what is it?”

“C’mon D-16. If you don’t know, I’m not gonna tell you.”

“You have no idea, do you.”

“Not a one.”

The creature chittered angrily, pushing at Orion’s servos.

“It looks angry,” D-16 observed.

“It’s just getting used to us. That’s all.”

Orion began stroking at the creature’s head.

“Okay Pax,” D-16 said, resigning himself to Orion’s crazy new pet, as he knew he would from the start. “C’mon then. Tell me all about it. What does it eat? Where’d you find it? And most importantly, how’re we going to keep it a secret?”

“Hey! I said HEY! YOU UP THERE! STOP PETTING ME! I’M NOT AN ANIMAL, YOU BIG DUMB IDIOT!”

The giant metal man smiled at you affectionately, opening his mouth to say something you couldn’t understand. It all sounded like scraping metal and electrical noises and you couldn’t make sense of any of it.

Ever since the Quintessons had abducted you, your life had been nothing but trouble. You were their prisoner but when they found out your planet had nothing of worth, they decided it would be better to experiment on you. The only consolation was that you could at least understand the Quintessons, who had multiple translator devices on their ship.

You were very fortunate that the Quintessons didn’t view you as a threat since they didn’t bother keeping you in any kind of high-security prison and so you managed to escape before they did anything too terrible. The worst you suffered were a few zaps from a weak cattle prod, probably testing your nervous system.

Yet, having escaped the Quintesson ship, you had landed yourself into deeper trouble. You had found yourself on a living metal planet, and though a few plants grew on the ever-transforming surface, the pocket computer you had stolen from your captors informed you they were poisonous.

Fortunately, you had thought a few things through regarding your escape. You had managed to grab a backpack, stuffing it full of provisions and interesting gadgets. The food was stored in dehydrated cubes so with proper care, it could last you months, maybe even an entire year. The backpack also contained a device to keep you warm, a cube that turned into a forcefield when thrown to the ground, and most importantly one of the translators that had allowed you to understand the Quintessons along with a few other gadgets.

However, despite your planning, things hadn’t gone very well for you. After touching down on the planet, you boarded a train that you hoped would take you to civilisation, and while it did take you to a city underground that was more beautiful and advanced than you could imagine, it was clear that the alien life-forms there had never seen an organic creature before.

The few you tried to talk to initially screamed as if you were vermin and tried to blast, stab, and crush you in succession. As you scrambled for your life, you took a kick to the back, saved by your pack which had broken your much-needed translator.

You ran and hid, keeping out of sight and soon you started feeling like the vermin the metal people viewed you as. You learned quickly to keep out of sight and made your way to where there were fewer bots, spending many quiet hours either sleeping in vents or trying to repair your translator with the limited knowledge you had.

Yet, your luck couldn’t last forever and eventually, you ran into a vent that turned out to be a transportation tunnel to and from the mines. It was there that Mr Big-Red-Idiot-Bot caught you and took you to the charging bays. At first, you thought your luck was turning around and that he was going to take you to someone who would be able to understand you since he was obviously trying to be gentle with you. Then it became clear that he just thought you were some kind of stupid animal in need of care and he adopted you as his pet.

“What are these things?” D-16 asked, gently lifting your top.

You slapped at his servo, swearing at him even though he couldn’t understand you. Orion laughed, “I don’t know, but that’s how it reacted to me too. I think they’re to keep it warm. Either way, it doesn’t like it when you touch them. Oh, and hey, check this out, it does tricks.”

Orion shoved you back into his locker where your bag was. You ran to your pack, hurriedly grabbing your broken translator and showing it to the new grey bot. You had tried repeatedly showing it to Big Red, but he didn’t get what you were trying to do and always just laughed at you.

“What’s it holding?” D-16 asked.

“Playing with some scrap metal. Isn’t that cute? It has a favourite toy! I think Minitronus might have belonged to someone else once because it has all these adorable toys in there and it can make its own fuel.”

You sighed. Clearly, the grey bot was no better than Big Red, but at least he wasn’t trying to kill you. You shook your head and began searching your pack for some tools to repair the translator. Upon seeing you grab a screwdriver, Orion took it from you.

You yelled a few more insults, demanding it back but Orion just teased you, holding it just out of reach.

“Aww does Minitronus want the toy? Do you? Do you? That’s it, reach for the toy. Grab it.” He cooed.

D-16 rolled his eyes, amused by both Orion and his new pet. He snatched the miniature ‘toy’ screwdriver from his friend, handing it back to you. “Don’t tease it, Orion.”

You nodded gratefully at D-16 and he ruffled your hair. This time, you didn’t bother insulting him since he had given you what you wanted.

The work alarm went off overhead and Orion slammed his locker shut just in time for the influx of workers to come through the shared stasis bunker on their way to work. D-16 tried to fight against the crowd to stay by the locker but Orion pulled him into the fray, muttering that it would look suspicious if he wasn’t at work on time.

“But what about- Will it be okay in there?” D-16 whispered as they headed into the lift.

“Sure,” Orion said from the corner of his mouth, trying to be quiet. “It’s been in there for days and it's been fine.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. Now be quiet and act normal.”

D-16 smiled and gave a small awkward wave to a bot in front of him who was observing the pair with a raised optical ridge. Over the years, Orion had caused more than his share of trouble so D-16 was used to the scrutinising looks from others, though he always got nervous when they both had something to hide.

You sighed and rested your hands on your hips. It was awful being constantly stuffed in a locker, especially since Big Red didn’t seem to think things through. He shoved you in your new ‘home’ whenever other bots were around or when he went to the lift which you assumed meant he was working. The problem with that was that his species didn’t tire easily and could work a very long time, and with this being what you could only assume was the poorer part of the city, there were always other bots around. You had to get your translator fixed quickly, or else you would spend the rest of your life in the locker. Still, things weren’t all bad. It was warm and safe. You often used your backpack as a pillow, sleeping through the first few hours before getting back to your repair work. You had privacy and a personal collapsable service suite that pulled moisture from the air so you could drink or shower - it even took care of your waste by vaporising it; alien inventions sure were convenient. Besides, now the other bot knew about you too, and perhaps he could help you. Resignedly, you set about keeping to your normal routine and began some light repair work, too awake to rest now. You only wished you knew what you were doing and that you had even the faintest idea on how to fix alien technology; your life depended on it.

Orion and D-16 were the first up and out of the elevator, avoiding the usual crowds by skipping the last few minutes of work with a lame excuse about being called upstairs. Honestly, the pair got into so much trouble they were often called up to meetings with higher-ups for tellings-off, which Orion usually tried to talk his way out of, and so nobody so much as batted an optic when they left.

Upon getting up to their quarters, Orion and D-16 were both relieved to see that the rotation team had already filed out, presumably having taken one of the other lifts to a different mine. Orion ran to his locker and hurled it open.

“Aww, look,” He pulled D-16 close to get a good look at you. “Minitronus is recharging. Hey, do you think it’s dreaming of us? Pets do that, right? Dream of their owners?”

“I mean, if Minitronus is thinking of me, that’s a dream. If it’s you, it’s a nightmare.”

Orion elbowed D-16 in the chassis then reached in to grab you.

D-16 pulled him back, “Whoa hey, don’t wake it.”

“We have to. It’s time for walkies and this is the only time we can get out of here quietly before the others catch up.”

Reluctantly, D-16 let Orion go.

You jolted awake, terrified until you remembered where you were and that you were now the ‘pet’ of an advanced alien. You settled groggily in his arms, wondering what he was going to do with you now.

He proffered you some words that sounded like two lawnmowers smashing together, but by his expression, you could tell he was happy. Then he jostled you, miming something you couldn’t understand until it was too late.

You scowled at Big Red with your arms folded, too insulted to even try yelling as he tugged you along an empty alley on your new wire lead.

This was a new low.

“I don’t think Minitronus likes walkies,” D-16 commented as you dug your heels into the floor, trying to hold your ground.

“Nonsense,” Orion said, trying to be gentle as he pulled at your lead, making you stumble forward, “It’s just not used to it yet.”

D-16 patted his thighs, “C’mon Minitronus. That’s it. Here Minitronus. Minitronus.”

After a few more attempts, you realised that the gentle electrical hum Grey kept repeating must be his name for you. Huh… Well, at least the repetition meant they had a stable language.

You listened again and tried to mimic the sound, making both bots pause to look at you.

“Did it just…?” D-16 asked, pointing at you.

You mimicked the sound again.

“It did,” Orion agreed. He ran over to pick you up, spinning you in his arms, “Who’s a smart Minitronus, huh? Yes, you. You are!”

Although your mimicry had been good, it wasn’t quite enough to convince them that you were sentient. Rather, they were looking at you like a parrot who had picked up a new phrase. Instead of repeating your name, you had managed a babyish mumbling somewhere close, that sounded more like Mini–Tron.”

D-16 beamed and petted your head, quickly coming to love his new pet. Orion was right, it was smart and cute.

“That’s so cool, I wonder if we can teach it more words.”

“I’m definitely teaching it swears,” Orion laughed.

Eventually, the pair headed back to the underground, with Orion heading in first, making sure everyone was recharging, before signalling for D-16 to follow with you.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t put me back in the locker,” You whined as you were placed on the top shelf.

“Oh no, don’t cry,” D-16 begged, listening to you pitchy chittering. He held a digit to his lips, shushing.

“You two will be gone for ages, what between sleeping and working, and it’s dark in there,” You continued, even though he couldn’t understand you.

You only stopped talking when he held you against his chassis, petting your head. You sighed in understanding. He was trying to keep you safe; this was all for your own good.

‘Okay,’ You thought, feeling strangely comforted by Grey’s actions. ‘If this is how it has to be for now… Okay.’

Orion gave an enthusiastic thumbs up to D-16, glad that he had managed to keep your mewls under control.

“Goodnight, Minitronus,” Orion whispered before shutting the door.

“We love you,” D-16 added.

You shook your head after the door shut; life was going to be interesting with those two.

“PAX!” Elita-One shouted, jetpacking up the empty elevator shaft to catch up with Orion and D-16 who had stolen away from work early for the third time that week.

Orion held you behind his back, hiding you just in time before Elita got in his face.

“Captain, what a surprise!” Orion grinned cheekily, already trying to smooth-talk his way out of the situation. “Me and D-16 were just saying what a great and wonderful leader you-”

“Can it, Pax!” Elita glowered. “I’ve had just about enough of you. It’s bad enough that you’re a troublemaker but now, you’re dragging D-16 down with you and- what’s behind your back?”

“My back? Nothing at all,” Orion shoved you into D-16’s open arms, and he in turn hid you behind his leg, trusting that you wouldn’t run away if he wasn’t holding you.

Elita grabbed hold of Orion, slamming him into the lockers, her eyes narrowing when she didn’t see anything worth hiding. She glared at D-16 who held up his servos in a shrug, gesturing to Pax who was already babbling about how strong she was and how no other Captain had had the strength to throw him so hard.

While Pax created a distraction and Elita-One continued her tirade against him, D-16 shuffled backwards, sneaking you out for your daily walk.

You had grown used to the routine now, learning the building’s alarms that marked the beginning or end of a shift. When it was coming time for Orion or D-16 to take you out, you always hitched on your backpack, just in case you needed anything, though you had long since learned not to work on your translator in front of Big Red, since he kept assuming it was a toy and continually threw it for you to fetch. Honestly, he was doing even more damage to the already broken machine, and it stressed you out constantly whenever you were forced to catch it before it hit the ground.

When you and Grey were alone, you always did repair work at the end of a walk, since he would take you somewhere quiet to rest for a while.

You had been living with the pair for just over two months now and in that time a few things of note had happened.

First, they had entrusted knowledge of you to a few of the others in their ‘platoon’ or whatever the group they worked in was called. This had happened after an incident wherein you had escaped your locker to explore and a silver and blue bot with a passion for dance stumbled into you and squealed. Big Red, and Grey hurried to your rescue and had to explain their ‘pet’ to him.

This led to you being the worst kept secret in the mining facility, though it was bound to happen eventually with so many bots living in close quarters. However, all the mining bots found you sweet enough and they all had a code of honour that meant they kept you secret from anyone with authority like Elita-One or any of the other captains.

Yet, while everyone knew about you and you were generally allowed out of the locker most of the time, it was still only Orion or D-16 who took you out, and they still tried to get out of work a tad early to check on you.

One of the other changes in your life was the delivery of a big bundle of wires as ‘toys.’ That was another word you had learned to mimic since Orion kept bringing you play-things and repeating the Cybertronian equivalent.

This happened after you kept picking up pieces of scrap wire on walks, taking them with you so you could use them in your repair work. At first, Orion and D-16 took them off you, afraid you would hurt yourself somehow, but when you kept collecting them and fought hard to keep the few you had, they assumed it must be a normal nesting behaviour and brought you a great deal more than you needed.

You were delighted with the gifts and hugged both bots for it. Then, after saving the few you needed for your translator, you weaved the extra wires into a new over-shirt. It was uncomfortable, but quite practical since your jumper was wearing away and you needed a new one to keep decent when you were washing your actual shirt.

Another problem to occur was your hair. In your time with the bots, it had grown very long, and much to your bemusement, Orion had tried cutting it. The whole thing had gone disastrously, and you suddenly understood those dogs that got terrible haircuts because they tried to escape their groomers; you could only be thankful that the bald patch was beginning to grow back.

The final change was Grey’s idea. He felt confident that you were well trained since you now responded to your name, paying attention when you were called through the miners’ hab-suite. Because of your actions, he often let you off-lead, which you were immensely grateful for. He rarely put the lead back on you unless he thought something was unsafe, so whenever it went on now, you clambered onto his shoulder, trusting that he would take you home and away from danger quickly.

It wasn’t a perfect life, but things were slowly improving. You could only hope that your lucky streak didn’t break and that you would be able to communicate your needs fully before the year was up.

D-16 sighed, sitting on the side of a tall building overlooking the city with you in his lap. You were content to let him pet you while you toyed with your translator. You went in an almost trance-like state whenever you tinkered with it now, honestly not expecting anything to come of it but needing to work all the same.

He continued speaking in his gentle, rhythmic noises and you hummed as if you understood, pressing a wire down with the flat of your screwdriver.

“- and that’s why I know what we’re doing is important. Even Sentinel says so. Us miners, we’re keeping Cybertron alive,” D-16 said proudly.

“Who’s Sentinel?” You asked absentmindedly.

D-16 screamed, accidentally throwing you off his lap.

“Hey, be careful!” You scolded. “You could have dropped me over the edge.”

You picked up your translator and brushed yourself off.

“Minitronus, you’re talking!” D-16 accused.

“Yeah, well so…are… Oh my God, I did it!” You breathed. Then you punched the air excitedly, “I DID IT!”

“WHAT IS GOING ON? HOW ARE YOU TALKING?!”

“I fixed my translator,” You squealed ecstatically, waving it in front of D-16.

“Your- Your toy?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, practically bouncing on the spot.

“This is impossible. You- You’re our pet!”

“No. Not a pet. Not anymore. I’m (Y/N). Okay, (Y/N),” You repeated your name slowly, trying to get it through to Grey who still looked panicked.

“Primus, this is insane.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“You’ve got to explain everything to me, right now.”

“Okay, sit down,” You patted the ledge.

D-16 did so, and you jumped back into his lap.

“What’re you doing? You can’t sit there now. You’re not an animal.”

“Hey,” You pushed against his servo, staying stubbornly in place, “I’m not going back on that ledge, I could fall.” “Fine,” D-16 relented. He went to pet your head again then stopped himself, keeping his servos stiffly by his sides. “As long as you explain yourself, you can sit wherever you want.”

Having told D-16 everything and had him explain a few things in return, things thankfully changed. Initially, things between you and all of the mining bots were awkward, with haunted comments from some of the bots like, ‘It saw me in the wash racks,’ or ‘I can’t believe I tried to rub its belly… No wonder it slapped me. Oh. Oh no.’

Once everyone got used to the idea, your life improved. You were still kept secret since none of the miners knew how the higher-ups would react to an alien species, but with some ingenuity and a few favours exchanged for information about your species and planet, they all came together to transform your locker into a proper living space, complete with all the amenities they could manage to scrape together. They even began forming a plan to try and have you off-planet and en-route somewhere you could survive before your supplies would run out.

After D-16 and Orion were over the weirdness, you still had them take you on your daily excursions, sans the lead since you were no longer their pet. Orion managed to laugh about the whole thing, but D-16 grew to be even more strained around you. However, you didn’t get to ask him about it till you were next alone with him, which was a long time afterwards.

“So… Do you hate me now?” You asked him one day while he walked a few paces ahead of you, keeping an eye out for anyone who he would need to hide you from.

“What?” D-16 sputtered. “I- I don’t-”

“It’s okay,” You smiled easily. “It’s a strange situation.”

D-16 felt his insides squeeze. He had held onto you while you slept. At the time, he thought you were cute. Now though… You were still cute when you slept, but it was a different kind of cute – Softer, somehow.

“I told you everything,” He sighed, defeatedly. “My life, my dreams, my fears.” He shook his head, continuing mournfully, “And you didn’t understand any of it.”

“Not true,” You contradicted, running to stand in front of him.

He watched you warily.

“I might not have known what you were saying, but I did understand you. Your tone, expressions, the sound of your voice. I understood more than you think.”

D-16’s spark pulsed.

“Let’s go home,” He said quickly, turning on his heel and walking away from you.

The two of you had to go where you wouldn’t be alone or things would change again.

D-16 was falling in love with you and he couldn’t let that happen. There were too many unknowns and he had his planet to think about. He was a miner – the life force of his planet. That’s what Sentinel Prime always said, and work came first.

Besides, you weren’t going to be on Cybertron forever. You couldn’t be. Once your supplies ran out, that would be it for you.

D-16 couldn’t get attached. It wasn’t like you were a pet anymore. You didn’t belong to him, even if he wanted you to.

You ran through the destruction of Iacon City, terrified by everything that was happening. Honestly, you had missed most of the events leading up to it, having been stuck in Sentinel’s tower, but you had seen the so-called Prime torture and brand D-16.

Afterwards, you tried to find him or Orion, but you were small and Iacon was big and the city was collapsing around you.

You screamed as you were grabbed seemingly from nowhere and looked up to see D-16, though he looked slightly different thanks to the new infusion of Megatronus’ T-Cog which you hadn’t seen him take from Sentinel’s corpse. Also, there was one other change – his angry red optics, which bore into you.

“D-16,” You shouted, “What’s going on? Where’s Orion?”

“Orion is dead,” He growled. Though he had made a promise that nobody else would be deceived, you needed to hear that lest you side with Orion over him. Besides, it wasn’t a lie. Orion was dead – Dead, and replaced by Optimus Prime. “And my name is Megatron.”

“Orion- Orion’s dead,” You repeated, too shell-shocked to even cry at the moment.

“Yes,” Megatron glossed over your emotions, far too focused on his rage as he transformed around you, keeping you safe inside his alt-mode. “And we’re leaving.”

“Where are we going?”

“To war!”

Yet, even as Megatron burned with hatred and his desire to bring down the corruption that fuelled his planet, he was already reading the intel sent by the disgraced High Guard, informing him of several nearby planets where you would be able to get the organic fuel you required to stay online.

Megatron had lost everything. He was not about to lose his beloved pet too. You were his, and you always would be.

A/N - Hey, I worked really hard on this so please comment, or at the very least reblog. Likes aren't enough anymore guys, they just aren't.

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Hey kinda in the mood for people to send me some asks! It can either be about my TRMP AU or some general headcanons and stuff! Currently just into gravity falls!❤️

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hey so you’re the only person I can find who talked about Euclidean!reader and the original poster disappeared. Do you know anything else because the concept was soooo good but I js cannot find it anymore!

And Now There Just Two

Bill Cipher x Euclidean!GN!Reader

Aww! Thank you! This ask been sitting here for awhile and I do feel bad what happen to the original poster.

I hope I didn’t scare them off or anything 😭 But here some headcanons let me know if y’all want a part 2 out of this!

This brought a bit of comfort after everything that is going on. I hope everyone who’s been affected is safe and I wish everyone the best.💛

TW: Fluff, Angst. Toxic Relationships (Platonic and a bit romantic(?) you’ll see, Bill Cipher he’s a warning on his own. Cussing.

If they’re anything else please let me know so I can tag properly! Thank you!

GIVE IT UP FOR SEPARATION ANXIETY!

Yeah, from both sides but Bill is more secretive about it. He does not want you to be aware of him being vulnerable. But sometimes, he does come to search for you to merely sit in silence and exist. 

It's comforting for him…

It doesn't matter how many times you ask why he does this he either avoids it or says that you're just thinking too deeply into it and you should be happy that he's giving you the time of day. 

He's a very busy guy you know! 

He can be turning someone's skin into sandpaper and their organs into rubber! But instead, he is with you. So be happy!

You two are the only ones left and Euclidea probably had their language. Most conversations are spoken in your mother tongue. 

Lots of cultural aspects of Euclidea have been lost to time but there are some things you may still partake in. This is rare because it can get quite depressing for both of you. Bill won't recognize what you're doing at first but, when he does. 

It's not pretty…

And we know how Bill copes with things so it's best if you give him some time alone. He will come back when ready and pretend that never happens.

I think anything that has to do with home is bittersweet to him and if this is under the notion that you are not aware of him being the reason that it is gone. 

That is a whole new layer of issues to get into. 

In this Au, I would like the idea of the reader discovering Ford before Bill and then becoming good friends with him. Promising him knowledge about the multiverses and different realms that exist. They have been alive just as long as Bill so they pick up a thing or two. 

The reader and Ford's friendship is genuine. The reader gifts him many different types of moths to Ford, introducing them to anything earth-related. 

Ford does well fall for the reader but they have no clue about it. They never allow themselves to experience a relationship or either too shy to enter one. 

I mean, have you seen Bill's track record? That man is not a good partner at all! And if I wanted to add more salt to the wound. 

Bill having feelings for the reader can be included in this but it would take him so long to want to pursue it because he associates the reader with Euclidea. He wants to leave that in the past but, we know he keeps his home close to his heart. 

So when he's accepting his long-term feelings for the reader here's the reader and Ford slowly learning how to love themselves and each other—from late-night talks to the reader telling Ford what happened to their homeworld and why they want him to contact Stanly because you may never know when you're going to lose the people that you love. 

And let's just say the reader was making good progress with Ford! Helping him interact with others and trying to get out of his comfort zone bit by bit. 

Their relationship was sweet it was kind and gentle. Then Bill came in and ruined all of it. 

The moment he did that it made the reader's perception of Bill change for the worst. The reader probably doesn't have a lot of friends outside of him and sticks close to him because of grief and familiarity. The reader most likely looks at Bill with rose-tinted glasses and tries to justify his actions in their head. 

So when they meet Ford, they likely want to keep it private and separate from their other life.

So when Bill finds out about Ford and his intelligence, he swoops his right under the reader's nose with an excuse. 

"ANY FRIEND OF YOURS IS A FRIEND OF MINE. PLUS I CAN'T HAVE SOME RANDO TAKE MY BEST FRIEND NOW, CAN'T I?"  

This leads to them reader and Ford hanging out less and less to the point the reader feels like Ford forgot they exist. Ah, the angst and self-realization around this time for them was like watching a train wreck.

And we know how Bill and Ford's relationship turns out. Let's talk about the reader and fords around his paranoid era. 

Ford probably thinks that they are with Bill and this whole taking over the world plan. So when the reader comes to check up on him after the whole O'Sadley incident.

The interaction that happened between them was heartbreaking. They got their answers on what happened between him and Bill and felt like it was their fault this even happening. The reader is desperate to try to fix it so they won't lose Ford but it is too late. 

"I-I promise! I didn't mean for this to happen! Ford, please tell me what I need to do to fix this! To Fix us!" It's funny you were holding onto him as much as your little frame could. You gasp and whimper out promises hoping for some forgiveness. Ford can feel himself falter for a moment.  He did miss you.  He misses the moments you two had shared. He misses your laugh.  You were so strange to him before, only to now become someone so comforting to him.  Can he trust you again? No. No. No. No. No. No. No! Ford, are you stupid!? Trust them the same person who is friends with him! They probably plan this together! Get you to trust them again then the next thing you know the end of the world is here! And they made you look like an idiot in the process!  Ford felt his jaw clench. Looking down at you hugging his chest, he thinks you look utterly ridiculous. You two must need him much if you resort to begging.  Pathetic.   "You know what I want you to do?" "Yes, please, anything!" You floated away looking at him with hope in your eye(s). Maybe the world not ending after all! "Get away from me and never come back.." and then, your world shatters.

When Bill found you after, you made hell look like a nice family vacation. You barely acknowledge him floating past him toward your room and gently shutting the door. 

This type of pain was familiar to you. It felt like you lost your home and your family all over again. 

What did you do wrong this time? 

Did you not pay enough attention to him? Maybe you should've brought flowers or maybe you should held his hand more. He did like it when you two did that…

You felt like hours so many ifs, so many mistakes, so many should haves. Maybe it is best if you stay away from him. Maybe it was always the best if you stayed away from him. He can't get hurt if you weren't there to ruin his life anymore. 

Yeah, that's what you did you ruined his life.

Bill tried cheering you up saying, that Fordsy hurt both of you and how you two should show him what is missing out. Like no one understood him as you two did. Then the camera pans over to the side to see the reader glaring at him like, "Are you serious?"

The urge to wrap their hands around Bill's non-existent neck was strong that day but, they surprised themselves by not doing it as soon as he entered the room. 

When Ford fell through the portal and started his journey through the realms the moment the reader found out they were fast to start helping him behind the scenes. From secretly placed supplies to oddly convent weapons or aid whenever they saw he needed it. 

When he found out, they bumped into each other in a random dimension. From their appearance alone he could tell they were going through some things. Bangs under their eye(s) and a hoodie that seems to fit their shapely body. 

The colors on their body were so dim like life was suck of them. They floated close to the ground to appear smaller than they were. No direct eye contact either. 

Ford can feel his finger twitch wanting to reach towards his laser gun. But with that look in their eye(s) he feels like he might not need it. But hey, it isn't bad to be safe right?  "Look, I'm not here to cause any trouble. Just came to drop off this and I'll be on my way…" You snap your fingers and an oddly placed item fell in his hands.  Wait this is.."How did you know I need this? And most importantly, aren't you supposed to be with Bill!?" He snarls.  "One, it may not look like it but I have friends in weird places too you know, and Two no, we're not friends anymore. We never were friends.." He saw how your body color changed to red and your eye(s) seemed to try and imitate a frown. "He lied to me…He lied to me this whole time and I…I just..!"  Breath In and Out Breath In…. And Breath Out… You relax the feeling in your hands and sigh. "I'm sorry. I didn't want you seeing me this way or at all, to be honest.." You made more space between you and Ford seeing him tense at your sudden outburst. By the stars! You already messed this up aren't you reader… "I know you have no reason to trust me and I get that! But we now have the same common enemy and I feel like we should work together.." Ford blink and you then blink again.  Are you joking with him right now? "No." "Come on just listen to me-" "You think I'm going to listen to you after everything that happened? What do you want me to make a deal with you too so you can use my body as a puppet in your stage play?!"  "No! For Fucks sake look at what he did to me!"  With that said the hoodie disappears and reveals cracks. He can see them up and down your 'chest'.  It reminds him of a cracked windshield one small tap and you just shatter right there.  "You think after this and all the other shit he put me through that it was still sunshine and rainbows between us! I'll give you a award for being my wake-up call, Ford. He never cared about me and now I have the proof to show it." Ford saw how you tried to quickly collect yourself again. Hugging your form and rubbing your arms. Another deep breath in…and another one out. "Now how about I say this again? Since I have your attention now. Do you want to work together to kill Bill?" 

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Hey. Listen to me. Black women only.

WE ARE NOT TURNING OUR BACKS ON PALESTINE.

This was another election that proved this country hates us. But thwy didn't do anything to us. This is not their fucking fault.

We are still boycotting, donating, boosting.

It's free Palestine til it's fucking backwards.

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I wanted to make my reblog post from an headcanon by @an0n-vibes into a separate post from others to see.

Inspired by their ask right here!

ALSO! Please go check them out they are a lovely writer on our platform who deserves endless love and support. ❤️

Also if you have anymore stuff to add to this ramble I suppose?? If you make a post bout it pls tag me 😭 I would love to read more about this!!

Like, imagine the Reader doesn’t even KNOW Bill was the one who destroyed their home world. They get excited to see someone else of their kind alive from the incident and want to become friends with him because they feel lonely thinking they are the last one alive.

Just imagine them being nice and comforting to him. Even if he is a little inconsiderate and a little deranged. They still like him without the strings attached or any big ulterior motives behind their actions.

Granted they're a bit gullible since they are desperate not to be alone again. They have friends and they do care for them but Bill has this familiar aura to him.

Bill is to them memories that are now blurred colors and murky voices.

Bill is to them a sense of belonging, a sense of home, a feeling of dread, waves of sadness of people they can't remember.

Bill is a bit scary to them.

But…

They can't let this go! Do you know how to feel in this vast universe and still feel like an outcast?

Dimension after dimension!

Realm after realm!

Do you know how it feels to be void of your fear and regrets to somehow survive something like that?

To live to tell the tale that others couldn't. To see places and experience things that were so beyond their little flat world.

To finally see the stars…

But to push these rushing feelings down they grab Bill’s hand and now they feel safe.

He lets them do oddly enough the tiny comforting squeeze to signal him to keep talking about whatever.

They will continue to listen and Bill will continue to speak. Maybe their feeling of belonging is shared, right?

Does Bill feel comforted by their presence too?

Maybe?

Does he feel safe with them?

Maybe?

Well, time will tell and they will stay.

Aw…sweetie only if they knew the full truth…