#((and my Oppy “Poppy”))

[tai-janai]

Reunite

Path 4: Respect

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Voice of the Hero:

Ah, are you okay? That one looked like it hurt.

You are sore, but not in your chest, for some reason. Usually the pain goes away, but something is different.

The rest is as familiar as it usually is; meaning vaguely. The cabin is made of wood again, but not lumber as it had been, but logs, or perhaps roots. There is no table this time, but a tree's cut stump, holding out the knife-shaped echo for you to take.

"We should take it, right?"

Voice of the Hero:

Well... Yeah. In case you need to fight something. And, y'know. Once it's over.

You're not sure why you hesitate, but it passes. You grab the shadow of the blade. It's as formless as ever.

The need for a second opinion continues to make you second guess yourself.

Voice of the Hero:

Are you sure you're alright? You know I can feel how unsure you are?

You shake away the doubt, and continue to inspect the cabin. It is dusty, but still warm. It's almost hospitable.

The door is warped and made of twisting wood. Not very practical, but it does look interesting. There is a woody squeal as it pulls open.

Your descent is practically pleasant. the walls are made of vertical, distorted logs of wood. Overhead, there are clumps of white flowers that grow downwards. The floor, however, is barely a staircase at all. it's just twisted roots at an incline that give you difficulty as you make your way down.

You reach the bottom. The voice in your head knows to keep quiet now.

The basement is beautiful. Hanging flowers litter the ceiling, and every corner has a bush of a different blossom. The floor is a bed of soft moss, comforting your every step with cooling greenery.

At the far end sits something small. If it stood, the top of its head would be at your mid-thigh. You can barely make it out from where you are. You see the chain protruding from the wall, and big, buggy eyes staring up at you, sizing you up.

Hello there!

Not sensing immediate danger, you walk closer. You can inspect it now.

It's a little... creature. It is person-shaped; a head, two pinkish legs, a pair of hooves. Any chest or arms are hidden under an orange cloak. It has horns bent as far back as possible along the contour of is head. A smile welcomes you, and it stands. Its chain is proportionate to its size; it sounds like twinkling as it shifts.

Voice of the Hero:

It's kind of... cute.

Its big eyes go wider after the Voice speaks, but its warm expression doesn't fall.

Thank you! Are you here to let me out?

You nod and return the Being's smile.

Voice of the Hero:

This one is actually going to be simple! It's a welcome change after everything we've gone through.

You start forward.

You trip on an exposed root. You grunt as you hit the floor, and the echo flies from your hand, stopping a few feet in front of you.

Oh, watch your step.

It turns its gaze down to the echo, the smile now a lip curled in worry. It tilts its head, and it blinks, not looking away.

What did you need that thing for anyway?

You bring yourself back to your feet, but don't immediately grab for the blade, not feeling the need to.

"Don't worry, it isn't for you."

It looks at you with a doubting smirk.

Who's it for, then. You?

You shrug.

Voice of the Hero:

Kind of.

You close the gap between the two of you. It really is quite small. Its eager grin is rather endearing, staring up at you.

You reach down for the clamp around its neck. The creature watches your hand approach it with excitement in its eyes.

Your hand brushes the steel of the clamp... And nothing happens.

Voice of the Hero:

Oh, it just couldn't be that easy.

What are you doing? Where's the key?

Voice of the Hero:

We don't have the key.

"Did you think I was what locked you here?"

I...

It starts, but stops itself. It's eyes squint, and it gives you a quick once-over.

Of course not.

"We'll just have to break the chains as they are."

Voice of the Hero:

Sorry about that. We thought we had this down by now, but, maybe something's off.

Sure. I've waited this long.

You inspect the chain as the Voice continues to converse with the Being.

Voice of the Hero:

How long have you waited?

It tilts its head, grinning again.

I'm not sure. I wouldn't know how I'd count time down here. I know it's been a while, though.

You tug at the chain. It doesn't seem as strong or impenetrable as the others.

"I can't get the clamp off, but i can probably break it at a weak point. Is that okay?"

I don't mind. Anything but attached is good enough.

You retrieve the echo for brute-forcing the chain. The creature's wide eyes never leave you.

Your hand on the hilt, you kneel down and hit the thin chain once, then twice. One of the links cracks, and you free the Being from the wall.

It steps away from where you cut the chain, now between you and the stairs at the end of the room, grinning brightly as it eyes the damaged link.

Finally.

Its smile doesn't fall. A set of transluscent, veiny wings emerge from behind it, completely hidden until now. They begin to flutter, and the Being starts to float.

Voice of the Hero:

Woah. Where'd he get those from?

Thank you for letting me out.

Its eyes are now at the height of your own. Its cloak billows, and its gaze is locked on you.

From beneath the cloak, the Being pulls out a longsword. It is small to fit the size of the creature, the same as the chain, but it is long, tapered, and much more physical than your echo. You feel a rush of panic. The smile the Being has worn this entire time suddenly feels sinister.

You did wonderfully. I did love your blind trust. But now, I am in charge.

It swings its sword out, and across.

There is a stinging pain across every inch of your body. Your teeth clench, and it feels like you are being stabbed by millions of needles. The pain is searing.

It ends after a moment, but you remain sore. You fall to your knees, your bones creaking as you do so. At your side, the other you has been separated again, and continues to stand when you could not. It breathes heavily.

The Hero:

That... That one was the worst... Hell...

I freed you, thing. You're welcome.

The Hero:

We freed you first! Why are you doing this?

You only broke my chain.

It swings its sword again. You watch vines pull from the mossy floor and wrap around the Other. He is now trapped, and you can see how tightly he is held in place. Your heart aches at this; this place isn't nice anymore. You don't want to be at the whims of this creature.

This place is beautiful by my hand alone. It is grateful, and it respects me. I don't know what you were playing at before, but I know you put me down here, even if your guilt has erased the memory. I'm not letting you walk all over me or another being again.

Its sword swishes upward. A vine shoots up in front of you, grabbing and wrapping around your neck, keeping you on your knees.

You see that? This cabin listens to me, it bends to my will. I am respected here. I don't care that you broke that pathetic chain, I've always been in charge here. Maybe I should thank you for putting me here, giving me the opportunity to gain so much power.

The Hero:

What about me? I never hurt you. You're hurting me, though. I'm not too eager to listen to something that hurts me for no reason.

Something lashes, and there is a splitting pain that washes across your back. You look at the Other, who sees you hurt, and wears distress on its face. The Being approaches him, and they lock eyes.

You're siding with him. Even if you're like me, the friend of my enemy is my enemy. Either way, you'd just be another follower.

Through its monologue, you devise a plan. You know it is ridiculous, and that is what makes you think it will work. Though your neck is bound, you strain out your words.

"You talk a lot."

You look up, and the creature has turned to squint at you. Its cruel smile is still adorning its face.

My words have more meaning than you ever will. You have no room to look down on me when you are on the floor.

"Kill me, then. I don't care to listen to some fae."

Another sharp strike at your back. You can't even turn to see it. The soreness only worsens, but you know you're having an effect. The smile crawls off of its face.

I am not some silly fae. Nature itself is moved by my hand; I'm closer to a god than anything!

The Hero:

Big deal. I, for one, am not going to worship a god like you.

But you admit I am a god. I don't need your worship. Fear is enough.

The Hero:

Just look at yourself. That chain around your little neck? You can't even break it. Can you even do anything?

You blasphemer. I could squeeze the light out of your eyes this very moment.

"Why haven't you?"

You ask. Not defiant or pushing for a fight. You look into the Being's eyes.

What is a god without followers? If I have to break you the way I broke this cabin, I will. I have the power to, now.

"We can be more than followers and their cruel god. We can be something better."

It sneers at you, and another slash hits your back.

Even if you could offer me something better than what I have, I wouldn't take anything you give me. I'm wise to what you are and what you're willing to do.

You see the Other struggling.

"We want to be friends."

The Hero:

Equals. Not hurting each other. That's all we want.

The Being turns its back and floats a few feet further from you. You can no longer see its face, but the grip it has on its sword has visibly tightened.

"Equals." As if you could ever be on my level. I'd never stoop to that. I love what I am now.

"I don't."

With a groan of disgust, the creature swings its sword to the side. The vine around your neck rapidly pulls your head to the floor, your cheek flush against the moss. You continue, now muffled by the floor, and strained through the strangulation of the plant holding you.

"You hurting me won't change that. I don't love a god that doesn't love me. I won't respect a god that doesn't respect me."

And what would you respect? The creature you trapped down here in the beginning?

Its voice is manic. Angry. Frantic. You can't see it, the way your head is now, but it is facing you.

The Hero:

If you were a true god, you'd know he didn't put you down here.

You... Even if.... AUGH!

The vine around your neck loosens. You raise your head to see the Being slowly drifting towards the ground. Its face is contorted in pain and stress. The Other is also released from the plants' hold. The Being speaks, emphasizing every word.

You hurt me. I fixed myself. All I've known is waiting for you to come back, so I could enact my revenge. I made it through eternity daydreaming about all the ways I'd stab you in the back. It was my comfort.

It hangs its head, eyes closed. You two sit on the ground in silence.

I didn't expect you to just... Be an ass about it.

"What else would have worked?"

Its eyes open slowly, but it doesn't look at you, fixated on the floor in front of it. After contemplating, it laughs dryly.

A quiet fluttering forms a flurry of feathers, swarming the creature. The size of it grows, now returning to something you-sized. The chain that had remained around its neck falls to the moss with a thunk.

The new version comes into view, and you find that it is rather pretty. Its feathers are sleek and long. Its scales seem to glitter. With a vacant expression, it looks down at its hand, where its sword once was, but has left with the feathers. It has no power over you, or anything, now.

It looks at you, then at the other you, then back at you again. It gives you an awkward half-smile.

The Opportunist:

Ah... No, um... hard feelings?

You take in a deep breath, and then lean in, wrapping your arms around it in a hug. It flinches as you do so, and you know it is scared of you and your clear ability to stab it in the back. Though, it hugs you back after a breath, tightly.

He has hurt you, but he has been hurt. He feels that you hurt him. You can't just tell him that you haven't. If it was a cycle, it is now broken.

Clawed fingers gripping at your feathers, not wanting to let go, mean the world right now.

The Opportunist:

I'm sorry. You...

"I am too. I don't know why everyone tells me things I don't remember doing, but I'm hoping I can make amends for all the pain that you've been through."

The Opportunist:

But you really didn't do it. There isn't guilt in your conscience. You're only sympathy.

Your hug ends, but you hold his hands in your own. The Other approaches the two of you.

The Hero:

He has been doing pretty good about it. We don't know how you all have ended up trapped in different-but-still-similar-and-vaguely-familiar basements, but we're fixing things.

The new one looks down at where you two touch. It smiles sadly, but there is contentedness in its gaze.

The Opportunist:

You have to go, then, don't you? I doubt I have been saved for last. You've got other delusional freaks to break out.

You nod. With its hands in yours, you rise to your feet, bringing it with you.

The Hero:

I'll still be here with you, if that makes you feel any better.

The Opportunist:

Only if you can learn to deal with me.

It's almost a joke. You reach down and pick up the echo. Your joints still creak with soreness. You feel the form of it coming into reality as you hand it to the Other.

The Opportunist:

So, he has to do it? ... I hope you don't mind if I look away.

The Hero:

I don't blame you.

The new one does turn its back to you, and the gesture of trust doesn't mean nothing. You feel pride in its growth.

The Hero:

You ready to go?

You let out a breath, and look into his eyes. He is proud of you, too.

He has more to say, but no way to say it with a blade in his hands. He raises it, and it stabs your heart once again. He winces, feeling guilty even still.

The Opportunist:

Until we meet again.

The Hero:

Yeah. What he said.

You want to reach out and comfort the Other, but your strength quickly saps. You fall to the moss-covered floor, and it's almost nice.

If you could, you'd laugh.

Everything goes dark.

[bobeaubow]

troll nation icame to the horrifying realization that I have not drawn my non troll ocs all year,,,,💔💔

THESE FUCKING THINGS NEED TO BE STOPPEDB

[hello-universe-lovers]

I'll do it in reblogs instead! (Be warned: this was written on discord so pardon the formatting errors)

POST GAME HANG UP OUT

The night was a strange one, but one visited many times before. Over the course of...who knows how long. Time meant very little to what was formerly a voice in some God's head.

Or at least, that's what the Opportunist told himself, as he sat up from the Poker table. "Poker with a room full of himself" sounded like something a crazy person would say. But no, this was his reality, and has been his reality for a while now. He didn't know when it started, he just received a written invitation to a Poker game. All of them did, in fact, answering the call, since it promised treasure for the winner. The "treasure" ended up being nothing more than some snacks, a pristine blade or two, or the occasional crown from a Princess. But he wasn't going to question it. After all, he came to win, and play poker. And it was certainly a...different experience, to play against himself. Different enough to not be able to predict what they do, but similar enough where they can still one-up each other.

And though "He" in particular was salty at his lack of winnings, he still (begrudgingly) had fun at the table. It's why he kept coming back.

Tonight his losing streak continued, as the purple lil bird besides him swept up the chips like a little dragon. Groans and cheers were had. The only one genuinely laughing was the game host, an Opportunist whose main feature was his long blonde hair and poppy in one of his eyes. He called himself "Poppy", and has made nicknames for all of them at the table.

"Purple wins the night, once more!" The host announced "hand the goods over, folks. You know the rules!"

Aside from hollow complaints, everyone begrudgingly accepted tonight's winner. It's a testament of how Poppy ran these games nights: Fully expecting them to cheat but appealing to their egos and prides to keep them in line. A smooth talker, as expected of an Opportunist.

As the crowd said their farewells, and left out the door to the textured nothingness that would take them home, one Opportunist, nicknamed "Dragon" for his more draconian features and leather wings, stopped and turned around. He never really stopped and stayed behind after the game before. He didn't know why tonight was different from any other, but he locked eyes with the game host, who was in the middle of collecting the cards on the table and floor.

"Oh, what's wrong? Forgot something?" Poppy asked, while shuffling the deck.

"No, just...I..." Dragon started, quickly picking what he should ask to justify his change in behavior. "I...have a question"

"Uh huh" he replied, grabbing a tray from...somewhere(?) "I'm all ears then~"

"Why..." Well, there was one question on his mind "...Don't you play with us?"

The other him was across the table, as he picked up shot glasses and snack wrappings. When he asked that, he turned to look at him, pupil-less eyes gazing into his.

"Ah...I suppose it was a matter of time someone asked that!" the smile on the other's face faltered for a brief blink, before straightening out "it sounds ridiculous. You wouldn't want to hear it!"

"Try me" Dragon leaned on the table, slit eyes watching his movement, not unlike a predator watching prey. The other seemed unfazed, even chuckling, as he resumed picking up stuff off the table.

"Well, we both know our nature is to want to be on top of things. Whether it be by our own hands, or by siding with the right guy" Poppy stated matter-of-factly. "As such, the best position to be in is the Host!!"

He shrugged with his shoulders, since his hands were full "Can't lose if you don't play! Plus, you all have to respect my rules, when you play here."

"You seem really loose about "rules", in that case." Dragon leaned forward, his elbows on the table and chin in his palms. "You let us stab each other all the time and I spiked our drinks and snacks, on more than one occasion."

"And yet, you still couldn't win a single match!" Poppy laughed in that grating way that he would give to others, but it's annoying when directed at himself. "Please, I planned for those. I know me, and by extension, I know all of you! If I put too rigid of rules, you would kill each other long before I finish shuffling the cards. No no no~" he set the tray aside on a trolley "You all do a wonderful job keeping each other in check. Since we know each other, we can predict each other. Not enough to make the game boring, but enough that it still happens."

"That's..the same conclusion I came to." Dragon admitted, smiling softly. Was it narcissistic to call another version of himself "clever"?

"Satisfied then?" Poppy turned away "then you can go. Unless you want to stay and help me clean up the room."

"Heh..." Dragon looked at poker table. Snacks and stains littered the surface. Tonight was rather intense, but when was it not? "Why the hell not? Not like much is happening back home"

"Awww, how touching~" Poppy teased, putting his hand on his hips "but don't expect me to give you a better hand, next game, just because you're nice!"

Dragon snapped his fingers in mock annoyance "Damnit! And here I thought I could smooth talk into your good graces! You'd do the same too!" He said, a fit orlf laughter bubbling in his throat.

"Nope, because I'm the host and you're the player!" Poppy was laughing too, judging by how wide the smile had gotten.

He didn't know why he stopped himself from immediately leaving tonight, nor why did he wound up with mopping the floor from chips and spilled wine/blood, but it certainly soothed his aching heart from the losing streak. And it's not like Poppy was bad company. He was right, they knew how each other reacted, which meant no uncomfortable questions. Just simple questions about his other Voices, and Princesses, or what his favorite snacks were. Its so...strange but comforting to have someone talking to him without the typical hostility. It made Dragon realized he never talked to any of these guys on normal terms. Poker Night was so competitive.

Maybe...he should start talking to the others, pre-game! That way, they may go easy on him in the round, or he learned something about them that he can exploit. Not like any of them was above that...right?

((And there you go~ hope you enjoy the good read!!

Hey its mai ( @hello-universe-lovers as usual) just bringing in with a thought since you mentioned Oppy interactions:

I

Actually wrote a mini fic about them interacting. It's a couple of weeks old and I never intended to post it since I didn't have too much of a grasp on your oppy back then. But if you wanna read it, I can certainly release it, with a few minor rewrites.

hm. alright. go ahead. or you can just slot it in an ask if you're not too willing to publicly disclose it.

but i'm flattered. my little guy actually provoked enough thought there? ohoho.

[tinydefector]

IRON GIANT 3

Optimus prime x Human

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings; none

Optimus prime Masterlist

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It's a few days later and the child is once again sitting on Optimus' leg, a book in hand as they read Outlook to him. But commotion outside the barn catches both of them. "Look I told you I don't know, I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary, and I don't want you all scary my kid” their voice calls out from outside.

"Oppy, what's wrong?" the little one asks, sensing as keenly as any could the subtle shift in Optimus' posture at the commotion beyond sheltering walls. Optimus rumbles soft apology, lowering his helm and raising a gentle servo to offer comfort. "Do not fret, little one. Just your Par talking with people, but i must show caution." He states in reassurance, he carefully lifts the sparkling from perch on massively folded legs to cradle nestled against plating.

Transformation is quick, the little one giggles and laughs as they move around the cab of the truck, tiny hands clasp his seat in curiosity as they begin looking around grabbing at random parts. He turns his mirrors inward to make sure they are safe.

It's only a few minutes later that the doors to the barn are thrown open. Soldiers look around. The older human looks almost relieved to see Optimus hidden. The little child opens the door of the truck excitedly calling out. "Par!, Par Truck Truck goes vroooooom!"

The Soldiers continue checking things. "Come on baby let's get you down." They call out, holding their arms up to their child, small giggles come from them as they climb down into their parents arms watching the soldiers walk around. “Par, Army men!” They continue excitedly while watching them in awe.

The soldiers exchange apprehensive glances as the child's enthusiastic call draws their attention. One of the mne steps forward cautiously tapping knuckles gently against chipped red paint of the truck. “nice Peterbilt, used to have one like this back before I joined the army, trusty vehicles” he calls out.

“Ye was my father's, now it's kinda become a hobby project to fix up.” They state, trying to come up with a story without calling Optimus a He while talking. “Hopefully one day I'll get it back on the road, might even take Squirt here on a road trip” They continue while pulling their kids cheek.

It makes the man laugh as he walks closer. “Eh sounds like the life. truck got a name?” He asked and they have to stop themself but a little voice called out. “Oppy Truck!, Oppy Truck!” They state loudly. It makes the soldiers laugh at little one.

It nearly makes their parents' blood run cold and Optimus has to hold himself from panic too. “good kid you got there, Look after ya Poppy's truck then” he rumbled with a chuckle before another speaks up.

"All clear in here, sir. Just a kid's toy, and farm equipment." The voice carries an unspoken question - whether to continue disturbing what appears a scene of mere peace. Glancing between guardian and child now reunited in the doorway, another soldier relaxes stance minutely. "No signs of disturbance. Let's move out, give the family their day." boots scuffing straw.

"What is going on?. what is the army looking for all the way out here?" They ask while boosting their little one further up their hip. The soldiers share an uneasy look before themselves.

"Apologies for the disruption. We've been tracking movement in the woods, believed to be associated with...weapons trafficking. Just performing routine sweeps of outskirts as a precaution. No disrespect or disturbance meant to you or yours." A younger soldier speaks up tentatively. "We spotted unusual tracks, Still, people on edge after..." Her gaze falls realising he was giving information he shouldn't have been. "Just want folks safe, is all. You've a right to peace; we'll be gone soon and trouble you no more." As the other men begin to load up its the older man from before who had chatted about the truck. “Keep and eye or ear out, if you see any military jets overhead its best you get out of here” it's a vague warning but a warning none the less about something bigger going on.

They pull their child closer as they watch the soldiers pile back into the truck, many giving nods and glaces towards them as they drive off. They watched as the military Jeep and trucks slowly trek off the property. "Baby where's Optimus?" They ask their child, hoping It would calm their nerves by asking the silly question.

"Oppy!" The tiny one squeaks, twisting round in guardian's arms to peer back at the dishevelled peterbilt. Tiny hands point eagerly. "There, Par! Oppys! A Truck!" The excitement in their child's voice isn't lost on them.

His engine rumbles gently in response. Another sigh of relief leaves them as they press the side of their head against his door. "Are you alright, God I'm so sorry I didn't expect them and was hoping I was loud enough to give you a chance to hide" they are quiet for a moment. "They are looking for something, they weren't willing to say but they asked if I've seen any strange aircraft's, i think they are looking for someone like you"

A gentle exhale escapes vents, it was what he had feared, that others were about, and all he could hope it wasn't Decepticons out this way.

"If they seek me, I shall remain unseen. But your family's shelter comes first." They slowly slide down the wall, eyes lingering Optimus alt mode. Their child perks up. "Par, par Oppy is a truck, he turns into a truck! Isn't that cool!" They exclaimed while pointing to Optimus. "I can see that baby, he's very smart isn't he" they chuckle with a tired and worried smile. Optimus can see the worry etched in their face. “I won't let anything have too either of you” he calls out trying to reassure them. "I'm just worried, gut feeling that something bad is going to happen." They state.

His engine rumbled softly. "Troubled times stir troubled sparks," he rumbles mainly to himself, even in alt mode his attention was now on the skys.

Later that day Optimus still lingers in the barn, he had decided it was safer to stay there for now, but he remained vigilant watching both the child and their parent who was currently up a ladder, working on nailing some boards back down. "Par!, Oppy look!" The child calls out. It's Optimus who moves slightly, helm peeking out of the barn to see what they had. "Oppy, Oppy, look what I found!" the young sparkling calls excitedly, scurrying over with tiny palms outstretched. Nestled in their hands lies a cluster of strange objects smooth stones of varied hues, along with bits of coloured glass and ceramic smoothed by time.

Wide little eyes peer up at Optimus's faceplate, silently begging his praise on the tiny treasures collected. A gap-toothed smile spreads brightly. "Aren't they pretty?"

"Indeed, You have a keen eye for treasures." He states with a soft smile. “it's safe to come out if you want, I haven't seen anyone around since they left I'm sure your in the clear Optimus” they call out around the nails hanging out of their mouth. Optimus lets out a deep rumble noise as he slowly moves out of the barn, joints and gears creaking and screeching as he moves to stand outside. He watched his pede making sure that the little one wasn't at risk of being stepped on.

They had taken to playing across the yard with toys which makes Optimus vent out a sigh of relief as he moves to watch the older work. The cracking sound is what catches Optimus’ attention when the ladder gives out underneath them.

He moves around a speed he hadn't moved in a long time at the startled cry, powerful engines surging him into swift catch as the ladder hits the ground. "Careful now, I have you," Optimus rumbles, vocals soothing yet concerned as he over looks them. Ventilations exhale relief once he found no injuries. Optics crease warmly down at the human now gazing up, wide-eyed but unharmed. “are you alright, seems i caught you just in time”

Their eyes go wide as embarrassment takes over them. As their jaw drops a little. they hold onto his shoulder plating looking at him in shock. "I mean best rescuer I've ever had, I'd have to say my favourite set of red and blue" they state boldly, not thinking before they spoke.

Optimus rumbles a chuckle, warm field pulsing flattered amusement despite hint of embarrassment surfacing in his own modulated field. "Ah, you flatter me." massive digit lifts carefully to brush again their chin in gently. Optics crinkling warmly, he pauses for a moment, savouring the small moment "perhaps you should stay away from highest, we wouldn't want another fall"

His begins to lower them gently back to ground. As they are placed back down on the ground their legs wobble slightly. Optimus heads back over to the barn where their child continues to call out and ask him to play. They stand there stunned.

They had a thing for him. He was sweet, kind and he adored their child. They had a thing for an alien robot which could transform into a semi truck.

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[hello-universe-lovers]

"You're right. He can't even make it slip, can he? He's a bit of a nobody. Good thing I've been on your side of all this, since the beginning."

It took me TWO DAYS to draw you!! TWO DAYS! I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!/affectionate

Typical rant under the cut (minor spoilers)

Hero may be my canon favorite, but Opportunist is my favorite, in terms of "I smashed some headcanons into him". While I adore what he is, in game, I made the mistake of making him face the consequences of his actions, and it's much more entertaining to have him think about it and ponder just what he wants with himself than it is for him to double down and grab the knife (Ala Princess and the Dragon). Nothing exemplifies that better than my AU rewriting the Thorn and the nature of Voices (But I wanna compile it into a separate post).

Time for me to gush about him!:

- The 2 outfits are just me being indecisive so you can switch it up in either versions.

- A thing I didn't say last time (because I forgot) was that the Voices, since The Player doesn't see them as a part of her, means that it becomes easy for them to become individuals with tangible bodies, and not just a disembodied entity in someone's head. So Thorn got to meet him, in her route.

- Pre-Thorn Oppy is the canon asshole we all know and love to hate. Post-Thorn Oppy is apologetic, but still keeps the asshole sleaze. He just uses it to either be sassy, funny, or when someone's screwing him (and his loved ones) over.

- The Rose is from the root he got stabbed with (long story). And the Poppy is from trying to get the Thorn out of her prison.

- They both dig into his body. If you uproot them, it's just a hole underneath them that is gaping and bleeding. Yes, they dug into his skin and scratches.

- they symbolizes guilt, but also renewal. Yes, he fucked up and those mistakes will dig deep into him. But by accepting them, he starts the path to being better, without losing himself in becoming "too soft". (I.e just making him a soft boi and call it a day).

- His Princess is (if you couldn't tell) the Thorn.

- The Witch and Thorn are separate entities, but they do come from the same place. The Witch disapproved of Thorn's decision to continue dating the "backstabber". But Thorn won't back down.

- Thorn was the first person to accept his apology. The second and third are Contrarian and Stubborn (Stubtunist ftw).

- the rest took some time to accept that he's genuine.

- They will backstab anyone who tries to drive them apart/j

- He has minor control over the flowers and thorns, but they mostly react to his mood. (I will give examples if you asked)

- He's not allowed to play Poker bc none of the other Voices trust that he's plain good at the game (which he is). So he invited other versions of himself to play. (This is a joke)

HOOH BOI, I had a lot to talk about this boi. Can you tell I love him? See ya later~))

[salty-an-disco]

How 'bout ❤️‍🔥 for however many vessels and\or voices ya wanna do?

❤️‍🔥 A romantic headcanon

Gonna use this ask to list off and gush about all the ships that haunt my brain. and also add a random headcanon about them lol

ContraHero: OTP of all time, literally akmskdidkdkdkejd. The way Contrarian mellows out in strange beginnings and how fond Hero seems to be of that. And I also think they balance out each other really well, with Hero keeping Contra grounded and reminding them their efforts to be more responsible aren’t in vain and with Contra reminding Hero that he can loosen up and have fun. And also how Hero being agency and Contra being individuality and how that fits together and how they both can make up the heart and AAAAAAAHHHHH. (I am insane about these two). Uh, headcanon: Hero calls Contra sunflower and Contra calls him buttercup <3

ParaCold: Secondary OTP. You WILL see them in most of my works lol. Just. the way they balance each other out and how Cold can help Paranoid stay calm and focused and Paranoid reminding Cold his emotions do affect him, how they constantly challenge each others view, pushing the other to grow and be better URGH. Headcanon: Cold can easily pick Paranoid up, and likes doing it just for the heck of it. Paranoid is always Confused by that happening, but also doesn’t mind it.

Ghost Lily | Witch/Spectre: The princess ship I most invested in tbh aoksskdkmx. Not quite an OTP, but getting there, I feel like. Just. Think about it. Spectre’s honest and understanding nature would very easily get through (heh) all of Witch’s walls, and I can see them bonding after a while of hissing and scratching at the fuckin’ ghost haunting her! They’re also both very witty and somewhat playful and. just imagine the banter iamsdkmdkkdmekd. Headcanon: Once their relationship develops enough, Witch offers to let Spectre possess her so that she can feel real sensations for 5 minutes (and 5 minutes only!).

Skeptunist: Hear me out– Skeptic might just be the only person who could poke and prod at Oppy’s 457 masks with gentleness and understanding so that he doesn’t completely fall apart at the prodding. I can see Oppy slowly becoming more comfortable in Skeptic’s presence and even beginning to appreciate all his quirks and traits besides being ‘the smart guy’. Headcanon: Oppy almost cries during their first kiss.

Bare Root | Thorn/Wounded Wild: I don’t necessarily see them as a romantic pair, but I need to talk about these two, they occupy a special spot in my brain. Just. IMAGINE. A burned down forest that was once the Wild, now left to wilt and rot and she can’t do anything about it. In comes Thorn, who’s just seeing if there’s anything worth saving in what seems like wasteland and finds Wild instead. She immediately goes to her, sympathizing with her position as stuck in a bunch of dying roots, and helps her get out and takes her to another, younger but healthy, forest. One they tend after and help grow together. Just. IMAGINE. Headcanon: Wild is the one who named Thorn ‘Poppy’ and Thorn calls her ‘Lady Nature’.

[jacquesthepigeon]

Imagine Trolls only having 3 movies, barely 5 1/2 hours of content. And their main couple is actually wholesome and not toxic. There's never any petty bullshit separating them. And even when they do fight, it doesn't spiral into a cliche we need to break up and then reconvene at the climax of the film. Meanwhile Miraculous Ladybug has 5 seasons, and 4 special episodes. And the main couple is a dysfunctional mess of gaslighting and deception. Maybe it's because Poppy and Branch are actually adults?

Disclaimer that I haven’t watched the third movie and br//oppy isn’t really my thing but I do think the relatively short screen time Trolls has is an advantage for the couple since they don’t have to come up with nearly as much drama to stretch it out. Regardless, ML could have still done better with its circumstances.

[2-b-flower]

just a random list for myself for my au, it will probably change over time

- Oggy n' Oppy (erm... "gatekeepers" ig)

- Tiny Oriposite (lives inside Oggy n' Oppy)

- The buttereyes (👁)

- Ferris Sally (ferris wheel)

- Stick and Bug Howdys (food stands)

- Flower Julie (giant swing)

- Teacup Poppy (teacup ride)

- Farmers Frank, Eddie, and Julie (corn maze)

- Lost Eddie (lost and found)

- Exhibition Frank (insect exhibition)

- Stage Sally and Barnaby (the stage)

- Coaster Howdy (rollercoaster)

- Funhouse Home (funhouse)

- Neighbour Home (mechanic)

- Carpenter Home (Carpenter)

- Shorty Barnaby (toss-a-ball booth)

- Booth Franny, Jonesy, Bea, and Sunny (misc booths)

- Blueberry Wally (bro doesn't work)

- Idk what else...

[princeluvsd0nuts]

LOOK AT THE SKRUNKLY MY OPPY POPPY THE SILLY LITTOL GUY MY BABYGIRL MY SKROINKLE DOINKLE MY BELLYFLOP THE WIFFLE WAFFLE NOT DISH WASHER SAFE MAYBE EVEN A MIPPY!!

ryuji! ⭐🌟

[thequeenb]

Frenemies

Pairings PoppyxMC

After i successfully got my TA position for Miss Kingsley i decided to text Zoe the news. It was a quite hour and everyone seemed to be in a hurry to go to their classes. I had a victorious smile on my face and that's when someone pushed me so hard that my phone shutter to the ground

"Hey!" I already know who this is, the Regina George wannabe of this university, the one and only, Poppy.

"Hey yourself, you should really watch where you are going in the crowded hallways" Chloe aka Poppy's dog says

I look around at the emptiness this hallway has and i laugh sarcastically "I see plenty of room for you to go around me"

Poppy lets out a chuckle, her eyes filled with amusement. "We dont go around people. People go around us"

Her expression is different this time, its not cruel but.. curious.

I sigh picking up my phone from the ground, i walk as fast as i can trying to avoid this shit show but before i can enter my dorm i can hear the familiar pair of heels clicking violently into the cement. I want to turn around but i already know who this is. I roll my eyes trying to compose myself, the last thing i want is to look weak to Poppy.

"You talk big game Hughes but i have yet to see you back it up" her tone is different, there is something different about her today

As i turn around i notice Chloe is nowhere to be found and it makes me wonder what's Poppy's plan. But i don't have any time to comprehend what her evil mind is plotting because she takes a step closer and my breath hitches.

Why am i being like this? I ask myself over and over again.

"What's your deal Poppy? Are you stalking me or something? First on the campus and now here? Why don't you give your insults a rest? In fact please dont bother me again, i think your games are getting old, don't you think?"

She looks at me almost stunned but she returns to her ice cold expression within seconds

"I know you are obsessed with me and its very understandable but don't act like you aren't. These "bump into each other" can't be coincidental hm?"

Her eyes darken but not with hate, cruelty. Instead i can see clearly a spark of desire in her eyes and a pink colour taking over her cheeks.

"AAAA! Why can't you shut up?" She now rose her voice thinking she can scare me. Aw adorable, nice try.

"Make me" i say laughing. Her angry expression softens and i catch myself thinking how many layers Poppy has and how much i want to explore all of them. Yes she is irritating, cruel, but its fascinating to explore why she is being so rude all of the sudden.

"Why are you being like this huh? I haven't done anything to you and before i even come here i was your target"

"I--" she is trying to defend herself but i am nowhere close to finishing my sentence

"Nuh uh Min- Sinclair. You shut your mouth for once and listen. I don't know what you want or what you are gaining by being mean to me but i don't understand why me!"

Poppy takes a step back like she just had been slapped by reality but she crosses her arms, her eyes shooting daggers

"Have you heard your ridiculous accent? Better yet do you see yourself in the mirror before you leave your room? You are so démodé and so annoying!"

Time stops as i stare down at her perfect glossy lips. What the hell am i doing? She keeps talking and talking but i zoom out and all i can now focus on its her.

Her perfume fills my nose as i dare to step closer. Its a strong scent of bittersweet chocolate. I close my eyes as i inhale deeply taking her all in. Seriously Bea What the fuck are you doing?

"Um, what the hell?!" Poppy's melodic yet annoying voice rings into my ears creeping into my mind. Gosh this girl is giving me a headache.

I quickly look around realising we are the only ones around and that i probably skipped class. Poppy is staring at me like she is staring at my soul. Without thinking twice i crush my lips against hers. Ok wow i just did that.

Poppy makes a muffled noise and then she gives in, opening her mouth to my kisses giving me more access. Without hesitation i pin her against the wall holding her firmly against me. She suddenly pulls away her eyes widening in realisation

"What did you just do Newbee??!!" her eyes are filled with desire yet she manages to fix her expression to her bitchy one.

"I will make your life a living hell" she breathes out and just like that she disappears. I lean against the wall i had her pinned seconds ago and i smile to myself knowing well that this is going to be a surprising semester.

[harwickhq]

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[ ━ camila mendes. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is ERICA GOMEZ, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for TWO YEARS, people always say i’m GULLIBLE & A PUSHOVER but i think the fact that i’m INTELLIGENT & PASSIONATE makes up for it. they also think of me as THE STUDIOUS but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I WITNESSED A MAJOR CRIME BUT I WAS SCARED TO REPORT IT AS I WAS BUYING DRUGS AT THE TIME. [ ━ danielle campbell. cis-female. she/her. ] my name is ROSIE SINCLAIR, i am a 17 year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m NAIVE & INSECURE but i think the fact that i’m PASSIONATE & ENDEARING makes up for it. they also think of me as THE CINEPHILE but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I HOOKED UP WITH MY TWIN SISTER’S BOYFRIEND. [ ━ danielle campbell. cisfemale. SHE/HER. ] my name is POPPY SINCLAIR, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m ALOOF & MANIPULATIVE but i think the fact that i’m SANGUINE & CAREFREE makes up for it. they also think of me as THE INSURGENT but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that SHE HAS BEEN SELLING ILLEGAL DRUGS TO THE STUDENTS AT BOTH SCHOOLS.   [ ━ ester exposito. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is SERENA REYES, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for TWO YEARS, people always say i’m STUBBORN & VAIN but i think the fact that i’m CHARMING & PASSIONATE make up for it. they also think of me as THE CHEERLEADER but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that MY FATHER IS A CRIME/MOB-LORD. [ ━ jennie kim. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is ARIEL JUNG, i am a SIXTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m MALICIOUS & PRETENTIOUS but i think the fact that i’m OUTGOING & ORGANIZED makes up for it. they also think of me as THE MALEFICENT but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I KNOW ABOUT MY FATHER’S AFFAIRS & I COVER IT UP BECAUSE I DISLIKE MY MOTHER. [ ━ kieran shipka. cis-female. she/her. ] my name is FLORA ‘FLOSSIE’ LUDENS, i am a/n SIXTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m SPACEY & NAVIE but i think the fact that i’m KIND-HEARTED & CONTENT  makes up for it. they also think of me as THE LOON but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I HOOKED UP WITH MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND… OPPIES [ ━ kristine froseth, cisfemale, she/her ] my name is PIPER TUCKER, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student there for FOUR YEARS. people always say i’m MANIPULATIVE & OSTENTATIOUS but i think the fact that i’m LIVELY & OUTGOING makes up for it. they also think of me as THE GIRL-NEXT-DOOR but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I AM IN A PSEUDO-WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM.

[ ━ liz gillies. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is KELSEY HAYCH, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from HARWICK high, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m CATTY & ARROGANT but i think the fact that i’m INDEPENDENT & AMBITIOUS makes up for it. they also think of me as THE WILD CARD but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that SHE HAS BEEN SLEEPING WITH HER THERAPIST.

[ ━ madelaine petsch. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is RAMONA DEVONT, i am a SIXTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student there for TWO YEARS. people always say i’m SNOBBISH & SQUEAMISH but i think the fact that i’m SMART & CONFIDENT makes up for it. they also think of me as THE PRINCESS but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I AM PAYING SOMEONE TO DO MY ASSIGNMENTS. [ ━ maia mitchell. cisfemale. she/her. ]my name is BOBBIE KENTON, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m JUDGMENTAL & INDECISIVE but i think the fact that i’m HONEST & TRUSTWORTHY makes up for it. they also think of me as THE WALLFLOWER but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I KNOW MY PARENTS ARE BRIBING THE BOARD TO SEND ME TO THIS SCHOOL . [ ━ maria pedraza. cidfemale. SHE/HER. ] my name is VALENCIA MARTINEZ, i am an EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE DAYS. people always say i’m DANGEROUS & BLUNT but i think the fact that i’m CARING & MOTHERLY makes up for it. they also think of me as THE FOREIGN EXCHANGE STUDENT but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that SHE GOT TRANSFERRED TO HARWICK BECAUSE HER FATHER WAS ARRESTED FOR DRUG TRAFFICKING. [ ━ nicola peltz. cis-female. she/her. ] my name is AURORA ‘RORY’ DANIELS, i am a 18 year old SENIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for A FEW MONTHS. people always say i’m STUBBORN & IMPULSIVE but i think the fact that i’m ADVENTUROUS & ALLURING makes up for it. they also think of me as THE BOMBSHELL but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I GOT KICKED OUT OF MY OLD SCHOOL. [ ━ normani kordei. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is CLEO BLUNT, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m MAWKISH & PETTY but i think the fact that i’m RELIABLE & CLEVER makes up for it. they also think of me as THE LOST SOUL but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I’M IN LOVE WITH MY FRIEND.   [ ━ sophia lillis. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is SEREN ‘REN’ FLOWERS, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for ONE YEAR. people always say i’m MORBID & IMPULSIVE but i think the fact that i’m WITTY & APPRECIATIVE makes up for it. they also think of me as THE HALCYON but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I WANT TO PURSUE MY MUSIC INSTEAD OF SCHOOL. [ ━ odeya rush. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is WILLA JAMES, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from HARWICK academy, and i’ve been a student for FOUR YEARS. people always say i’m SANCTIMONIOUS & PERFECTIONISTIC but i think the fact that i’m CANDID & STUDIOUS makes up for it. they also think of me as THE FACADE but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I DO COURT-MANDATED COMMUNITY SERVICE ON THE WEEKENDS TO HAVE A PETTY THEFT CHARGE DISMISSED.

[ ━ benjamin wadsworth. cis-male. he/him. ] my name is SEBASTIAN ‘BASH’ MURPHY , i am a SEVENTEEN  year old JUNIOR from MAXWELL academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m RECKLESS & SELF DESTRUCTIVE but i think the fact that i’m TALENTED & AMBITIOUS makes up for it. they also think of me as THE PIANO MAN but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that HE’S PAYING HIS GIRLFRIEND TO BE HIS BEARD.   [ ━ kj apa. cismale. him/he. ] my name is MEMPHIS HAYCH, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from MAXWELL academy, and i’ve been a student for TWO YEARS. people always say i’m MANIPULATIVE & STUPID but i think the fact that i’m CHARISMATIC & CHARMING makes up for it. they also think of me as THE ATHLETE but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that HE IS LYING ABOUT THE PEOPLE HE’S SLEPT WITH.

[ ━ maxence danet-fauvel. male. he/him. ] my name is RIVEN KNIX, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from MAXWELL academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m DISTANT & BLUNT but i think the fact that i’m VIRTUOSO & EMPATHETIC makes up for it. they also think of me as THE LONER but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I HOOKED UP WITH MY BEST FRIENDS SISTER.

[ ━ noah centineo, cismale, he/him ] my name is HOLDEN DE LUCA, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from MAXWELL academy, and i’ve been a student there for TWO YEARS. people always say i’m QUIET & JUDGMENTAL but i think the fact that i’m CHARMING & LOYAL makes up for it. they also think of me as THE ALL-STAR but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I DRUNKENLY HOOKED UP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND’S TWIN AT A PARTY. [ ━ wolfgang novogratz. cismale. he/him. ] my name is WESLEY JAMES, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from MAXWELL academy, and i’ve been a student for FOUR YEARS. people always say i’m FRIVOLOUS & HOTHEADED but i think the fact that i’m GREGARIOUS & BENEVOLENT  makes up for it. they also think of me as THE MALINGERER but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I AM IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE OTHER THAN MY GIRLFRIEND.

[ ━ booboo stewart. cismale. he/him. ] my name is JACY “JACE"  LOCKLEER, i am a SIXTEEN year old SOPHOMORE transferring in to harwick academy. people always say i’m QUIET  & SECRETIVE but i think the fact that i’m CARING & COMPASSIONATE makes up for it. they also think of me as THE NICE GUY but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that SHE WAS FORCED TO MOVE BECAUSE HIS FATHER WAS TAKEN TO JAIL AND HE IS LIVING WITH HIS AUNT. [ ━ danielle rose russell. cisfemale. she/her. ] my name is RITA CROSS, i am a FIFTEEN year old SOPHOMORE transferring in to harwick academy. people always say i’m CLUMSY & AWKWARD but i think the fact that i’m ADVENTUROUS & ATHLETIC makes up for it. they also think of me as THE BOOKWORM but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that MY PARENTS WORK AT THE SCHOOL. [ ━ joshua bassett. male. he/his. ] my name is ELIJAH THOMPSON, i am a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR from transferring in to HARWICK academy. people always say i’m SECRETIVE & CLOSED OFF but i think the fact that i’m CHARMING & ADVENTUROUS makes up for it. they also think of me as THE BROKEN ONE but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I FOUND OUT THAT MY MOM WAS CHEATING ON MY DAD. [ ━ tom holland. cis-male. he/him/his. ] my name is CHANDLER GANSEY , i am a/n SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR transferring in to harwick academy. people always say i’m GUARDED & ACIDULOUS but i think the fact that i’m OBSERVANT & LOYAL makes up for it. they also think of me as THE POET but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I’M A WORLD WIDE FAMOUS ANONYMOUS POET.

[tai-janai]

The Ray of Light

- Zeus equivalent, solely because he is the king of gods. Vague weather abilities, oftentimes uncontrollable. I like to think he smells like rain. "ray" is also like "rey" which means king.

- Red can have all sorts of meanings, but red is also one of the very few used colors in Slay the Princess, so it works especially well for him.

- He has a lot of softer edges, since he tends to favor that which gets less people hurt. Reasonable, yes, but comparitively softer than most voices.

- A triangle for the pupil, specifically one pointing up. Meant to be similar to a blade's point, but the similarity to a magic 8-ball was definitely a win design-wise. It is empty (unlike others, you'll see later) because he gets influenced by other voices, and it can change.

- I think he has a very lean, sleeper build that he hides under an oversized undershirt. In most terms, however he is perfectly average amongst the other voices; average height, average build, as normal as it gets.

- Also meaning that he is the most like Quiet. Just a little softer, a little less prone to violence. More of a Hero than a Slayer.

The Flora

- Demeter equivalent, since the Witch route has so much to do with nature, and he shows off some hints at it too (his own senses mirroring hers, some other stuff). Demeter is also represented by poppies, which fits for that route. Since Demeter has a lot to do with food, and plants that have to do with food, I thought of it as a good counterpart to the chapter of the Beast, who has to do with animal food and meat rather than plant food.

- Orange has a lot to do with confidence and boldness, and my goodness, does oppy got that. Warmth and vibrance, but undoubtedly a symbol of danger and warning. Pretty and safe, if you know what's good for you.

- The star patterns, as I've explored before, are pretty literal. He is sparkly and beautiful but you aren't supposed to get close. Only to be admired from afar, will hurt you if you step any closer. Every sharp part of him is hidden under a fluffy or smooth exterior.

- Cat-eye pupil with a glint whenever he has some sort of plan or trick up his sleeve, which is more often than not. It always seemed to me like he was moreso the predator within his route.

- He's a little bit smaller than the Hero, and he likes it that way. People like and trust small things. He does try to seem more approachable and attractive with the shaping of his feathers; he purposefully preens his chest to be more accentuated. Unfortunately for him, small tends to mean weaker. However, he is very, very sharp when he needs to be.

- He is a little cleaner, a little more condensed than the Quiet. Always something hidden away. Always preying on someone's downfall.

[madfantheyinablueblog]

Hey guys, so with the news of Oppy (Aka ‘Opportunity’) the rover being abandoned on Mars by NASA, and with people being upset...

Well, someone in a Discord server I’m in mentioned that they would love seeing the Doctor rescue Oppy. ( @toodrunktofindaurl had the same idea with their comic here)

 So, I dusted off my old writing bones and decided to give it a shot! Hope you all enjoy!

Team 13 Saves Oppy:

They had been searching for hours. The Doctor had always told Ryan to 'be careful what he wished for' whenever he or the others requested a certain trip. But this had seemed like it would be fun at first, but...he just had no idea how boring Mars was. The Doctor mentioned if they had been there a century earlier, they would have been in the height of the Ice Warrior empire. Apparently, their festivals and shops were good. At that point, the Doctor mumbled about things being ‘given freely’...

And speaking of food, Ryan could tell Graham was getting cranky. Which meant he was getting hungry...again...

'Guys! Over here!' Came Yaz's shout. Thank God, thought Ryan. They all gathered around where Yaz had summoned them. And there, in the dirt, was a large rover. It was quite larger than Ryan had originally guessed. He had pictured it would be the size of a small dog. Instead, it was almost as tall as Yaz, and about as long as his Nan’s dining table.

But, with all its size, it was still. What lights should have been flashing were now dark, the antennae that should have been spinning and full of life were motionless. All of the sudden, there came the Doctor’s shout of excitement through the coms. The outburst had nearly burst his eardrums!

She came tumbling over the dunes behind them, and scrambled over to her friends. ‘Wow, look at her!’ The Doctor was practically vibrating in place, hardly able to hold in her excitement. Ryan didn’t even need to look up to know that Yaz was smiling from ear-to-ear. She always loved when the Doctor got excited. She said she found it nice to see people enthusiastic about what interests them.

‘She’s just amazing, isn’t she?! She’s the perfect example of humanity’s ingenuity. Their thirst for knowledge, a representation of hope and their enthusiasm for growth. It’s more than understandable for others to mourn her!’

‘Well,’ began Ryan,’ we are rescuing Oppy, aren’t we?’

‘Yes, yes! Of course!’

Graham gave a little grunt ‘Well Doc, would we maybe be able to start this rescue mission then? And maybe grab some food on the way back to Earth? I haven’t eaten since this morning…’

‘Alright Graham,’ sighed the Doctor, ‘no need to be such a spoilsport!’

The Doctor took what looked to be a little token out of one of her pockets, clicked a button on the side, and placed in on top of the rover. As close to the centre of it as she could manage. She perked up, and went ‘Alright fam, let’s get back to the TARDIS! That little doohicky will let the TARDIS hone in on this location!’

With that, she led her friends back to their ship. She strode along confidently. That is, until she started tripping on rocks. This pattern continued until they made it back to the TARDIS.

Once inside the ship, she pulled a few levers and clicked a few buttons. With that, she slid down the main lever and the TARDIS was in flight. Suddenly, something started fading into existence in the corner of the console room. It was Oppy! The TARDIS thudded as it landed, and the TARDIS sent them into flight once again (with the location now being Earth).

The Doctor whooped with excitement, and grabbed a long cord out a box on the other end of the room. ‘Let’s turn her on again, shall we?!’ She plugged one end of the cord into the main console, and then into one hole of the rover. Ryan ran over, almost just as excited as the Doctor.

After a few seconds, Oppy seemed full of life. Discs spinning, lights blinking. Then came the beeping. Like some sort of pattern. Ryan looked over to the Doctor. ‘Erm, is she...saying something?’

After a moment of consideration, the Doctor nodded her head in agreement. ‘Yup, let’s see what she’s saying!’

The TARDIS groaned then too. The Doctor looked up at the ceiling of her ship, as if listening to the noises. After a long pause, the Doctor nodded again. ‘The TARDIS is translating for me! It seems Oppy is saying...thank...you...ah, you’re so very, very welcome!’

After some more beeps and groans, the Doctor’s expression went from happy to a bit...confused…

‘Doctor, what’s going on? What are they saying?’ Yaz piped up from the side.

‘Well Yaz, Opportunity is still talking. But they’re phrases that don’t really make sense. In all the old familiar places...that this heart of mine embraces...all the day and through...I’ll be seeing you. I don’t quite understand…’

Graham was the one to perk up from this. ‘Oh, I know this one Doc! Poppy is singing Billie Holiday, a song called I’ll Be Seeing You. Grace and I used to love this song!’

‘Ah, no wonder! I can’t believe I didn’t remember!’ Cried the Doctor. ‘I guess I’m getting old. You know, I was there when Elanora first recorded that song! She was quite a singer, and even better at Scrabble...she even gave me a good game. She beat me a few times too!’

After a short pause of being lost in her thoughts, the Doctor snapped out of it going: ‘Anyways, let’s get Oppy back home!’

===

The next morning, the first person into the NASA offices was a young intern. There, in the centre of the room, was something unbelievable. If by some miracle, it was Opportunity beeping away. Attached to her was a small sticky note that read:

I heard you guys were separated from each other! She’s quite happy to be home, so take great care of her. She is your boss after all (or so she claims).

With love,

~ The Doctor

[hello-universe-lovers]

hey there mai. it's nevvey again.

I should not be doing this I already have too many things that I wanna do already here goes.

i'm a bit curious about (yet another) interaction about my opportunist and yours.

because one of them decided to work on himself for once. and the other one decided to work on himself in the complete opposite direction. it's gonna be a little fascinating to think about an actual conversation there, if you get my drift.

like. would my little snake try to see the light? or would your boy be tempted to slip away from kindness for a while and remember his old devious ways...

something to think about. a you who has learned to be better and a you who has become something so much worse.

if you actually want to do anything with this, maybe I could write the actual interaction and you could doodle it into a little comic or something. hehe.

First off, mood. Second off, be sure to pace yourself darling!

Nevvey

This

Is

My

SHIT!

YESYESYESYESYES I WOULD LOVE TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT THE OPPIES! A MIRROR THAT SHOWS A FUTURE AND A PAST! BUT WHICH IS THE FUTURE AND WHICH IS THE PAST?! IS THE FUTURE UNATTAINABLE?! IS THE PAST UNAVOIDABLE!?

POPPY WOULD OF COURSE STRUGGLE BACK TO OLD HABITS AS HE IS STILL NOT REGARDES BY THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM!! AND DRAGON OPPY WOULD GET TO SEE THE LOVE AND AFFECTION THE OTHER RECEIVES FROM THE PEOPLE WHO DO BELIEVE IN HIM!

I

Am very normal about this proposal and I will accept it.

Edit: I supposed I should tag you so you see this...oops @neverpathia