#(panicking father mode: activated)

[ask-the-blueberry-attorney]

"she's allergic to the stuff I give her, she also refuses to speak or accept anything from me-probably because I took her from her mom.."

-@eatingcrayonsinthecorner

“Don’t feed children food they are allergic to!-“

“Take Elbert to the nearest hospital to be checked by a medical professional, then return her to her legal guardian.”

[insomniac4000]

Dad!George- George Clarkey

1933 Words

You had no idea why you were nervous to tell George you were pregnant, you knew he wasn’t going to get angry or run away. Starting a family was something you two had talked about starting a family a couple of times bit it was a in a year or two dream but obviously mother nature had other ideas. The second you showed him the test which had the words pregnant, 2-3 weeks on it father mode was well and truly activated.

“Are you serious?” He smiled, tears pricking his eyes as he held the bit of plastic so delicately afraid it, along with his dreams would shatter at any moment.

“It says it all there,” you responded your voice shaky, it was going to be a big change but with George by your side you were sure the pair of you could face it. You giggled as George swept you up in your arms lifting you in the air.

“I’M GOING TO BE A DAD!! “ He shouted before putting your down, suddenly his face crumpled and you looked on it him confused.

“Wait a sec, eww you’ve pissed on this!” George cried handing the stick back to you, you shook her head but gave a laugh.

“Things are about to get a whole load more disgusting babe,” you told him admiring the test one more time before putting it in your bedside drawer for safe keeping.

Your pregnancy was okay, nothing too out of the ordinary the usual fatigue and morning sickness at the beginning, George held your hair back, bought the only food you could stomach and threw away the foods that made you ill. He held you as you napped, picked up a lot of the housework and cooking when you were too tired to do so. He rearranged shoots to go to every scan and every doctor’s appointment even though you told him it wasn’t necessary. As your baby and therefore belly grew George couldn’t take his hands off you, waiting for that special moment he could feel the baby kick.

He wasn’t one for gender reveals and neither were you so you both just decided to find out privately during your scan and told people as they asked. The minute the technician told him that you were having a girl George swore he could feel his heart grow, a girl, HIS girl, his little girl that he would love, protect and cherish forever.

He read every baby name, every pregnancy, birth and baby book, swore a ton as he put together the furniture for the nursery, not understanding why you needed the special comfy rocking chair in there but he did it because you wanted it and boy when the baby came was he glad of the comfort from it at three in the morning.

Speaking of the baby coming, George often joked with his friends, on tiktok or on his podcast that you would go into labour somewhere funny it would become big thing and it ended up being right.

“No not the yellow ones they make me nauseous the red ones please,” you told him as your scratched your belly. You were close to the end and starting to feel sick again but this time it was because all of your organs were squished up and you had little room for food, and a very small squished bladder.

“Eurgh I think I need to wee again, does this shop have a bathroom?” You asked looking behind you. The pair of you were food shopping for what you hoped would be the last time, your due date was actually the previous day so you hadn’t planned beyond that. The freezer was full of meals you had prepped but you wanted to keep those for when the baby was born, so here you were buying another weeks shopping hoping it would all be over soon.

“By the front I think,” George replied monotonously placing the red peppers in the trolley, you took one step forward bit stopped abruptly when you felt a POP and soon enough you felt water trickling down your legs.

“GEORGE!” You said panicking holding onto your belly, you hadn’t felt any contractions so it couldn’t be your waters, but it felt too much to be anything else.

“What? Oh someone spilt something? It’s fine just wipe your feet in the toilet,” George replied looking back at the shelf and picking up the bag of spinach.

“Yes George, I spilt something, it came out of me,” you replied before exhaling as you grabbed your belly, finally feeling a small bit of pain.

“Didn’t make it to the bathroom in time?” George looked and burst out laughing until he saw your discomfort and another small cup of liquid came down your leg.

“Not quite,” you managed to reply and George’s eyes widened.

“Holy fucking shit is it happening?” Now he started to panic briefly but he very quickly calmed himself down, he needed to be calm, he needed to be there for you.

“I think so,” you replied, your hands now shaking.

“Okay where’s your phone? Let’s get out of here and ring the hospital. Your bags in the car right?” George asked already knowing the answer, it had been sitting in the boot for two weeks. He held his hand out and you grabbed it gently waddling down the aisle holding your belly like the baby was about to come out any second although you knew it was impossible.

“OLIVER COME HERE!” An angry voice called out, the pair of you looked behind you just in time to see a boy about four running down the aisle, slipping over the puddle you had just made. Your fiancé couldn’t help but burst into laughter as you gently elbowed him getting him to stop.

“We should probably tell a staff member about that,” George sniggered above the wailing.

When you got to the hospital the labour was long, fourteen hours and forty seven minutes to be exact, but George was there every step of the way, holding your hand, mopping your brow, giving you words of encouragement and passing you water when you asked for it. Eventually your daughter, Evelyn Heather Clarke made her way into the world and of course George was there to cut the cord.

“Shh, I’ve got her go back to sleep,” George whispered to you when the little cry you could only describe as a mini velociraptor came from the bassinette next to your bed.

“Unless you can start producing milk from your tits George you should probably hand her to me,” you replied with a yawn. The nights were sleepless and long for both of you as George insisted on waking up too even if he couldn’t feed there were things he could do like burp and settle Evie afterwards and make sure you were fed and hydrated. He did feel a little sad and left out those early weeks and months as breastfeeding meant you took on a lot of the childcare and he wanted the day that Evie reached out to him needing comfort in the same way she did to you but it didn’t take long.

“Who’s the most precious girl in the world?” George smiled to the now five month old babe who giggled in delight at her daddy. George didn’t know it was possible but every day he woke up and saw that smile he fell in love with Evie even more. The pink clad girl giggled again as her dad lifted her out of her car seat and embraced her, before walking into the flat. It was a daddy daughter play date day with Chris and his daughter and although Astrid Dixon was older by a year she was absolutely obsessed with her “cousin.”

“IYA!” A small high pitched voice welcomed George and Evie into the flat, “BABY!” Astrid squealed again with excitement, shoving the donkey stuffed toy she was holding into Evie’s face. George didn’t want to wish Evie’s life away but he couldn’t wait until she started, walking and talking, he was always trying very hard to make sure her first word was dad, and it absolutely was. George couldn’t stop gloating for weeks after that.

When Evie was almost three, his little lad came along, Rueben Gray. Now while Evie was a smiley, no fuss child Rueben was an absolute ball of chaos and George wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Stop worrying, it’ll be fine,” George tried to soothe you as you stood there head in hand, suitcases were lying on your bed. You were off on a family holiday to Disneyland Paris, George wanted to go to Florida but you insisted on doing Paris first as the kids were still young and to do a trial to see if you could cope before doing a longer journey, especially with a three year old and a five year old. The other reason you were nervous was because you were late, you had the tests in the bathroom ready to take and were going to surprise him while on holiday.

“It’s just not knowing how they’re going to handle the flight, especially Reuben he’s a fidget at the best of times,” you sighed.

“I will keep him occupied the whole time, don’t worry.” He kissed you gently on the temple before placing the cases on the floor so the pair of you could get into bed.

“Now, take the tests I saw in the bathroom and tell me if our family is complete,”

“Wait.. what.. how?”

“I saw them! Looked on the calendar and put two and two together, please don’t tell me I’ve made five?” George asked his eyes so full of cope. He wanted another child for a while, but since Reuben was energetic you wanted to wait until Evie was in school so things would be slightly easier.

“Yes, don’t get too excited just in case I’m just late.”

“You’re not. I have a great feeling about this, come on what are we waiting for!” George giddily ran to the bathroom and you couldn’t help but laugh now realising where your kids got it from.

The test was positive, the family was completed by another girl, Ophelia Grace.

“Right kids, breakfast is ready,” George shouted and waited for all the pitter patter of feet to come into the kitchen which they eventually did. Reuben was holding Ophelia’s hand, George carefully lifted the eighteen months old toddler into her highchair while making sure now four year old Reuben could get into his chair and keeping the other eye on now six year old Evie. George started pouring the juice and on hearing the click clack of your shoes in the kitchen he handed you your coffee thermos. This has been your routine since you returned to work part time six months ago and George had the routine nailed down to a tee. It worked well for the two of you, he looked after the kids when you worked for three days a week and the other four days he split between filming and having family time.

Be good for daddy, Evie have a good day at school darling, see you all later,” you announced kissing everyone in turn before making your way to work.

George set about his tasks effortlessly, it was like he was born to be a dad, of course he wasn’t and learned along the way but he really was the best. How was it fair that he was better looking one and the better parent?

I'm not really happy with but eh what are you going to do, it'll be up for now

[dolladooley]

there was you | chase davenport

cw: spike

a/n: first time writing fr for this blog ! it was fun and i hope u enjoy :) this takes place in season two. gif credit goes to me 💯

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chase was never the most... socially adept kid. he wasn't objectively cool, popular, or even likable. he was the odd kid. the nerdy one. even before he was allowed out of the lab, there was a clear and noticeable difference between how adam and bree behaved and how he did.

it had its consequences.

too many people had pushed his buttons, one of them being his very own brother, and he snapped. before he could process it, spike had come out to play.

it didn't take long for spike to start wreaking his havoc. cafeteria tables were flipped, the jocks were (once again, for some reason) covered in pudding. students were shouting both instigations and admissions of fear.

you could hear the commotion from the floor above. curious, you slowly wandered down the stairs, immediately taking notice of the panicked silhouettes beyond the cafeteria door's blurred glass. you looked around awkwardly as if anyone else was in the area before you continued your adventure towards the noise, gripping the handrails. and just as you were slowly reaching out to the cafeteria door open, it flung open and you were pushed back. laid out flat on the floor, you rubbed the back of your head and looked up, and the sight you were met with was not at all what you were expecting.

chase.

as if he didn't see or feel you, he aggressively walked toward a locker and ripped the door off its hinges. you squinted at him before you were startled by him throwing the blue metal on the ground. it slid beside you with a loud clang as he turned back to the cafeteria.

"who wants to join that pathetic piece of metal?!"

oh.

of course that wasn't chase. you knew better. you remember learning about this side of him.

the bionic side, that is.

how could you forget it? when you saw him nearly wax the floors with his own body at the sound of the school bell, you couldn't just turn a blind eye. no way. that's when leo just told you everything. he had new bionic siblings. you struggled to buy it, and thought maybe chase was just really autistic or something, but after they demonstrated with a feat of strength, speed, and a forcefield, you opened your mind a little more.

you'd heard of chase's hulk mode, but you never saw it first hand. you were unsure of what to do, but looking towards his siblings, it didn't seem like they had any ideas either. bree and adam were rather frantic. they never knew how to neutralize chase when his commando app was activated. leo tried to play hero and run at him with a chair but he got scared and dropped it, retreating to hide behind adam. you resisted an eye roll.

as for spike, he was on an absolute rampage. he felt great. but then he turned slightly to the right... and there was you.

in chase's eyes, you were a saving grace. an angel. yeah, he liked you. it was hard not to. fortunately for him, it wasn't obvious to you, only to everyone else.

he often thought about the day he met you. he freaked out at the bell, and you offered him your headphones for the day. he never realized people could be so kind. his whole life, he'd been belittled by his brother and his father, and even his sister would poke fun at him occasionally. but then there was you. you were there for him. you hadn't even known him, and you were there for him. the following days and weeks that ensued, you continued to be friendly, and thus continued to be a highlight of his life. deep down, in spike's subconscious, chase was there, and he knew you would be the one to release him from his mental prison.

he was so busy throwing stuff, he didn't notice when you started barreling toward him.

"chase?!" you stood up, running towards him and pulling him aside with all the strength you could muster. "chase! calm down, man-- breathe!"

he snarled at you, and you stepped back cautiously with an glint of fear in your eye.

he huffed.

commando app disengaged.

"...[name]?"

"yeah! yeah, it's me. are you okay?"

he pondered on the question. looking at you, he could see concern had replaced the fear in your eyes.

and now that you were here, he felt fine.

"yeah... yeah, i'm okay."

[quitealotofsodapop]

Monkey King Reborn - Reincarnation

referencing this post about an idea for Reborn's version of Sun Luzhen.

After the events of Reborn; the Pilgrims leave Five Village Abbey, now content with Yuandi's death + the restoration of the Ginseng Tree, but saddened by the loss of Fruitie/Qi Energy.

Until they pass by a Temple to Nüwa and find the snake-creaation goddess holding a large lump of wet clay and a pile of bone ash. After the initial shock of seeing the goddess (Zhu Bajie gets smacked for staring), they realise that she's just as delighted to see them. The Pilgrims all come closer thinking that they're witnessing how the goddess creates new life.

Nüwa: "Ah! Sun Wukong! Just the person I needed to see!" Smokey: "Huh? Why?" Nüwa: (*hands Smokey the lump of clay and some ash*) Smokey: "???" Lump of Clay: (*glows with soul energy*) Sha Wujing: "There's something moving inside! Is it a soul?" Nüwa, explaining: "Sometimes little ones skip Diyu all together and find me so I can make them a new vessel. This little one didn't have a strong enough body to reincarnate into." Smokey: (*absent-mindly rolling/shaping the clay into a rough egg-shape*) "Why is that?" Nüwa: "Because it's soul used to belong to the first Demon King Yuandi." The Pilgrims: (*all in various stages of shock*) "what." Nüwa: "No earthly vessel could hope to contain the primordial energy that laid within. So it came to me seeking help to be born. However I don't create life from my own power anymore. My new creations need a parent to mold from in order for the body to be made. And since Stone Monkeys can absorb their parents Dao through their egg, I knew exactly *who* to wait for." Smokey: (*pauses and finally stops rolling the clay/ash lump*) Egg-shaped Clay: (*hardens in Smokey's hands. Now resembling an actual Stone Egg*) Smokey, realising: "WAIT?! DID YOU JUST-!" Nüwa, cheeky smile: "I hope you come to love your little heir. They'll hatch soon enough." (*The Goddess disappears into the stone floor of the temple*) The Pilgrims: "!?!?" Smokey, shell-shocked: "I think I'm a father now."

The Pilgrims ofc are panicking at the fact that the very demon they just perma-banished/killed has literally reincarnated into Smokey's arms. They argue over whether or not to smash the egg (the monkey hisses and clutches the Egg tighter) or to go back to Five Village Abbey and hand it over to Zenyhuan for the immortals to deal with. But then there's the chance that the gods may just destroy or seal away the egg anyway.

Smokey is super conflicted since he has repressed grief over losing Fruitie, and doesn't want the only other Stone Monkey (he knows) to be raised by humans or risk becoming an experiment for Lao Tzu. Also his Stone Monkey instincts have been activated and he hisses at anyone who comes close to the egg.

So they decide for now to keep the egg, and the resulting little monkey, until they can figure out whether or not the soul contained even remembers being Yuandi.

A different argument quickly crops up along the way.

Sha Wujing: "So... what should we name them?" Zhu Bajie: "Why not just call them Yuandi? It's who they are." Xuanzang: "We are not naming the baby after who they used to be. Yuandi is dead. This little one is alive." Smokey, holding the egg: "Also, what if it's a girl?" Zhu Bajie and Xuanzang: (*protective-uncle mode activated*) "GIRL!?!"

And since this little reincarnated baby is Reborn's version of Sun Luzhen, I wanted their name to include one of the major characters. It was difficult cus "Lǚzhēn" (履真/"to tread/shoe" + "reality") is a compound name. One naming idea I have is; "Zhēnzhì/真志" - is a compound of "to tread" + "ambition". That or Smokey nicknames the baby "Xiao Lǚ/Little Shoes" cus of little shoe-like markings on her back feet. Also matches her "twin" Xiao Qi. :3

Once the truth comes out about Liang's little stowaway being a Stone Egg they stole found at the base of the Ginseng Tree, the Pilgrims of course ask about their choice of name.

Sha Wujing: "So did you name your cub that when you found out it was once Qi Energy?" Liang: "Huh? No, I just called them Xiao Qi [小气] cus they're a tiny bundle of energy. It was either that or Peachy, since they're pink and fuzzy like a peach." (*kisses the giggling Xiao Qi's face*) The Pilgrims: (*all give Smokey a sly smile*) Smokey: (*hides face/blush at the fact his rival/crush has similar naming themes for babies*) Zhēnzhì/Xiao Lǚ: (*paps Smokey's face with tiny hands*) :P

The pair of cubs are like Yin and Yang. One dark and demure, the other light and wild. And they of course act as a perfect reason for Sun Wukong and his estranged ex-friend to reunite and have to work together to ensure their stable upbringing. >:3

[im-tops-bottom]

Had a fic idea ... Here's a dialogue to best express it...

Minho, on the phone: Baby I'm breaking up

Felix: I'M PREGNANT

Minho: first of all I meant my phone is breaking up and I'm having trouble hearing you.

Felix: ohhhh

Minho: second of all... You are? Is it twins? A boy? A girl? A litter of little kittens? Enough to have their very own class where we can teach tjem Korean, English and Japanese. Ooh ooh we can teach them to sing, dance and rap of course. We will send them to school every day and make sure they at least attempt a class in everything. I can't wai- Felix?

Felix, hangs up the call and panic dials Han:

Han: Whats up?

Felix: I thought Minho hyung was gonna break up with me and I panicked

Han: oh god please tell me you didn't do the cliche thing. Please please PLEASE tell me you didn't

Felix, silent:...

Han, ends call and calls Hyunjin: I need a favor

Hyunjin: You must be in desperate need if you're calling for a favor

Han: My twin flame Hyunjined hyung

Hyunjin: Say less. HEY BABE!

Changbin, rushing down carrying twins: Yes?

Hyunjin: Lix did a me and we are gonna to go full UDIM

Changbin, puts the sleeping babies into a crib next to Hyunjin before taking out his phone: oh god oh god oh god

Jeongin, on the phone, sleepily: Hello?

Changbin: Yongbok!

Jeongin: How many times do I have to tell you I'M FUCKIN JEONGIN

Changbin: quit having an identity crisis. This is serious

Jeongin: This better be good

Changbin: Yongbok

Jeongin: I will hang up this phone

Changbin: and I'll kick your ass if you don't let me finish this damn sentence. Yongbok code red operation UDIM activated

Jeongin: well why the fuck didn't you say so.

Changbin: I'm gonna murder you

Jeongin, rushes out of bed: let's focus on Lixah first. I'll grab Minnie and everything. Meet everyone at Lixies

Changbin: on it

Jeongin, hangs up and calls Seungmin:

Seungmin: Hey

Jeongin: Operation Unnecessary Drama llama Mode has been activated

Seungmin: did Hyunjin hyunjin Changbin again?

Jeongin: No worse

Seungmin: oh?

Jeongin: Felix did a Hyunjin

Seungmin, sighs: oh my way

-An hour later-

Felix panicking: He ended with wanting a litter of our kittens around. I'm a human. I'm a man 😭😭😭😭

Seungmin: That's what you get for doing a Hyunjin

Hyunjin: I still hate how thwt is still the name we are calling it but still...

Felix: Help me

Seungmin: I called in a favor.

Felix: Are these the same people that got Hyunjin and Changbin the twins?

Seungmin: Yes

Felix: oh god

Jeongin, walking in with Changbin, Chan, Han, a mother cat with several kittens and the father cat as well as sleeping babies: oh hi Hyung

Felix: WHAT THE FUCK?

Minho, walking in proud: This is what you get for Hyunjining me

Felix: HYUNG!

Minho: I realized I may not be able to knock you up the only way I want but we got all the babies we can ever hope for

Felix: once again... HYUNG!

Minho: Oh and the rest of the guys will be moving in to help

Felix, sits down and pouts towards the ground:

Minho, sits next to him on the couch: How's the proud new mama of four and grandmama of four feeling?

Felix, eyes start watering as Chan hands him one of the babies and the Mama cat brings one of her kittens up to him: They're adorable

Changbin hands the other twin off to Minho: we'll be here to help. And they babies can all grown up with each other

Felix: thank you

Everyone watches as the cats bring the kittens up to snuggle on the couch by Felix's side as the babies feed off the mum

Tears fall from Felix's eyes.

Felix: I love my SKZ family

[blueeyesking]

Not a Rematch- a Duel for Revenge! Alister Revealed Pt. 2

[After Seto accused the person Dueling him of not being Pegasus- "Even [he] wouldn't be stupid enough to copy our first duel to the letter!"- the Musketeer of Doma, Alister, removed his disguise and began using his real deck. For his first draw, Alister sealed himself and Seto inside of the Seal of Orichalcos, a field spell that would take the "soul" of whoever lost. It terrified Mokuba, who was left outside of its radius of effect.

After demonstrating the effect of the Seal and his new monster, Alister launches into a long explanation of his story, why he's chosen to attack Seto and his company: when KaibaCorp was still controlled by Gouzaburo, their weapons of war destroyed Alister's home... and killed his little brother. Since that day, Alister has wanted nothing but revenge.

Mokuba countered that Seto took the company to redeem it, to help people, orphan children like them most of all! But Alister wouldn't hear it. Seto Kaiba, or whoever lead the Kaiba Corporation, had to die; it was the money of the company that fueled the war that killed his brother, and the Kaibas are its heirs.

And so the Duel continued.

Alister activated a trap that disabled all other Traps while it was on the field, crippling Seto's strategy, and forced Seto to end his turn with only Pitch-Dark Dragon in Defense Mode and a useless Crush Card Virus on his field.

Alister's turn. He drew, then attacked the Pitch-Dark Dragon with Gorlag, his ace monster, using its effect to resurrect the Dragon and bring it to his side of the field in his end phase; and, without any defenses, attacked Seto with his own resurrected Versago the Destroyer. Seto's LP fell to 400.

Seto was in a bad position. He needed just one card in his deck to eke out the win...

And he drew it. Seto smirked.

Seto plays Card of Demise in order to draw three cards (bringing his hand to five), and draws a combo that should work. Using White Dragon Ritual, Seto discards a Blue-Eyes in order to directly summon Paladin of White Dragon- then plays Monster Reborn to bring that Blue-Eyes back onto his field. A much better position.

Paladin of White Dragon attacks the stolen Pitch-Dark Dragon (now in Attack Mode due to Gorlag's effect), causing Gorlag to become weak enough to be destroyed with Blue-Eyes White Dragon. When the dust settles, Alister is left defenseless, now, with only 1200 LP.

But Seto isn't done! Paladin of White Dragon can be sacrificed in order to Special Summon a Blue-Eyes White Dragon from his hand or deck! Seto crosses his arms in front of his chest as he is flanked by his Blue-Eyes.

"You told me before that I couldn't win- how do those words taste, knowing the worst is yet to come?"

Alister's turn. He huffs at Seto, "You're so predictable," and uses Pot of Greed to draw two cards.

Then, Alister activates the spell card Aetonyx Flame, destroying all monsters that don't have the FIRE-Attribute: both Blue-Eyes White Dragons! And, it resurrects Gorlag in Attack Mode. But Alister has another trick: Fire Whip! Fire Whip returns all monsters destroyed this turn to Alister's side of the field, as FIRE-Attribute monsters (which buff Gorlag by 500ATK each). Seto now faces down his own Blue-Eyes, infused with dark power from the Seal, and a monster just as strong.

Seto is incredulous, panicking a little, and shouts in betrayal, "NO! Those Blue-Eyes are mine, how dare you use them against me?!" Memories of his fateful duel with Yugi, where the same thing happened, flash behind his eyes.

Alister is now the one in the smug posture, smirking. "It's the perfect revenge, isn't it? Soon, I'll use your own favorite monsters to take you down and feed your soul to our God."

Because Alister can't attack the turn he activated Aetonyx Flame. Seto still has a chance. Alister sets a card, and adds, "When you lose this, you'll suffer just like I did at the hands of your father. This will be your last draw!"]

[kyriolex]

Summary of Chapter 10

Also known as the Girl Power Episode.

So Team 10 and Himawari are flying out of the village. Shikamaru asks everyone in the surrounding area to help deal with the intruders. Props on him for not panicking that the tree-people are targeting his only child.

Last chapter, Kawaki was like "Boruto's the bigger threat. He is my brother-rival that I must kill." This chapter, Shikamaru tells Kawaki that the intruder is after Himawari, and Kawaki screams out "YOU SHOULD HAVE LED WITH THAT" and runs off.

Toupee Man goes after Team 10, while Not-Sasuke, or Notsuke, deals with the fodder. Notsuke is genuinely confused about why Konohamaru and the other ninja are trying to interfere with the Tree Peoples' snack time.

Konohamaru is confused because he was told by the Sensor Team that Sasuke was here. All he sees is a mysterious stranger with a bedazzled hoodie and fabulous abs. The Sensor Team informs him that Notsuke definitely has an Uchiha chakra signature.

Then Sarada and Sumire shows up. Notsuke sees Sarada and immediately tries to Chidori her. She dodges and Chidoris him back. (It's honestly one of the best moments in the manga so far, up there with Boruto using Flying Raijin.) Sarada has deja vu of her father trying to kill her on sight and realizes Notsuke is related to her father.

Meanwhile, Himawari is having a very inconvenient naptime on the Bird Express. Team 10 tries to wake her up, but she's busy chatting with Baby Kurama. She asks the fox demon how he got inside her, and he's like "Well, when a jinchuuriki and a Byakugan princess love each other very much..."

Then Toupee Man arrives and wakes Himawari up. He attacks the bird, which falls like a Boeing plane. Chocho inflates herself to be a human landing pad, so they get to the ground unharmed.

As Toupee Man approaches, Himawari desperately tries to activate her magical girl powers, and Kurama just tells her to believe in herself. Himawari follows his advice and attacks Toupee Man...who breaks her leg so that her foot is fully BACKWARDS and locks her in a stone prison. Just goes to show, even a helpful demon gives bad advice.

Inojin tries to save Himawari and gets immediately impaled. There are parallels to both Hinata's fight with Pain and Asuma's fight with Hidan, so it's unclear whether Inojin is about to become a love interest or a dead mentor. Either way, Himawari is mad enough to go straight to Bijuu mode to protect him.

[chaosverseline]

Memes

When imu first met crocodile (note :crocodile is trans here and was assigned female at birth, he is really a male, but in here he is still a baby)

Imu :okay! 😃Grandma is here! Now where is that baby!

Imu:(Sees baby crocodile) 😍gimme!gimme!gimme! Come on,where is she.where is she.

imu:(sees Edward Newgate) (>:0) yeah, I see you son in law, you’re chopped liver, where is the baby.

Yraif :(hands the baby to imu)

imu: Oh! 🥹 oh!

-five minutes later-

imu: I know you told me not to get you any clothes but….(holds up the armful of shopping bags 🛍) they partially jump in the cart!

-one second later-

imu:(cooing over their first grandchild) oh~! Isn’t she … just… god..

-2 minutes later-

imu: I know you said you have enough enough quilts,but….(pulls out a well done quilt from a box) I crochet them on the way in.

— much time later-

baby crocodile: (baby cries)Waaah— wah!

imu: OK, 😨(panicking) grandma got it,grandma got it 😰

imu:(sees *insert someone *rushing in)

imu: (demon mode)NOBODY ELSE TOUCHES THE KID, GRANDMA GOT IT!🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

* silence *

imu: 😅(calms down)whew, grandma have a little stroke , but I got u now.

—-at the end——-

imu:(to yraif and Edward Newgate) no pressure but… I want another one, make it happen.

—— after god valley——

imu: seriously? You two got 6 ass long years and still no 2nd kid? Then who else I can spoil! Did you two forgot how it works? Newgate , did you put it in the right place? Ah, well, it too late now, I’m taking yriaf with me, yes, young lady , you’re grounded for the next 20 years for this stupid stunt. Pray I didn’t extend it to 70 years.

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You want beer?

imu: yriaf meet your father. I hope you two would get along.

xebec:…. Um…..

xebec: (holds up a beer glass 🍺) you want a beer?

imu:(smacks xebec head) (((ꎤ ✧曲✧)̂—̳͟͞͞o ShE is four! 🤬

xebec: I DONT KNOW! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HER?! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

imu: this wouldn’t happen if you didn’t left when she still a baby!

[afterwards]

narrator: xebec d rocks slept on the couch that night. Despite the rocky meeting, xebec eventually became a girl dad and charmed his way back into imu’s graces after a round of make up s*x. Which lasted for another 10 years until imu got annoyed with his lack of spousal commitment and xebec being always running off to his ship for another adventure and yeah, the whole I-want-to-take-over-the-world thing.

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Xebec and imu’s red flag

xebec:Hey girl, what's your favorite film?They said

imu: the best movie of all, a masterpiece of art called Human Centipede, Human Centipede(shadowy arms spout from their back)

Xebec: I think that I'm gonna get murdered tonight.

Xebec: I try to get the waiter's attention by blinking in morse code

Imu: (creepy)Why are you blinking so much?

Xebec:(rubbing the corners of his eye)I've got something in my eye

Imu:(shows really sharp fingernails)Here, let me get it out.

xebec:no thank you, I don't wanna die.

Saint elder: (dress up as a waiter and whispering at xebec ear)Bonjour, sir was blinking at me, is this because your date is a freak?

xebec and saint elder:(looks at imu, they are making a figure out of toothpicks and olives, in the chest of the figure is impaled with toothpicks)

Xebec:No

Saint elder:Very good then, bon appétit

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Amateurs

Donquixote Doflamingo : I am the first celestial dragon pirate!

Sir crocodile: I was there before you, you only publicized yourself as a celestial dragon so everyone can kiss your feet!

?: amateurs.

Doflamingo: What was that, punk?!

Yriaf : Amateurs.<——sailed under xebec d rocks as an active crew member undetected for 20 years prior to the god valley incident. A long time before either two amateurs ever came along.

every member of the d clan who are pirates: Hi. <——even though they are not celestial dragons,but they are still related to the nerona clan regardless, as the D clan are all related to imu’s half siblings at one point.

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Five elder stars: we need an army.

imu: I can take on xebec.

elder stars: in a fight right?

imu:……….:)

elder stars: in a fight right??😨

—————-/———pigeon meme——-

imu: (to literally anyone in close proximity to child/grandchildren/great grandchildren ) is this a new in law I need to torture?

[borom1r]

AAAAAAAA @theshakespearetrash sent me another whole ass ask meme for Faramir/Éomer!!!!!! tysm im 😭🥰 (link 2 th meme)

1.)  When did they realize that they were interested in their partner?

I am a strong proponent for “Éomer fell head over heels the moment he saw Faramir,” and the more he learned the more that feeling grew 💛

I think Faramir took longer just bc of how much fucking Baggage he’s carrying. definitely thinks Éomer is hot but is unlikely to even acknowledge that as a possibility for a time. I do think he kind of throws himself at Éowyn at first skfhsh (there’s genuine love there from both parties dgmw but You Know My Feelings On The Book Scene. I think Éowyn sitting him down + going “hey. I care about you. But I am a Shieldmaiden and I fought long and hard for a place of respect amongst the Riders, which I won’t happily give up. I would be content with you, but not HAPPY. I want happiness for both of us, Fara” is when it kind of sinks in that he’s like, still very much trying to appease the expectations of. Gondorian society?? His dead father?? Both? These things that never made him happy??? + that’s a bit of a wake-up)

2.)  Who confessed? How?

Éomer confessed for sure. I don’t think it’s very grand or anything, more just “I have feelings for you and I intend to court you. Are you comfortable with that?” — which I do think Faramir quite appreciates (both in the sense of He Doubts Anyone Could Truly Be Interested In Him, so the open declaration that Yes, Éomer IS Into Him is just very nice?? but also the respectfulness of Asking if he’s okay with being courted)

3.)  Describe their first date.

Éomer steals him away to Rohan for a week for SURE. Fully just “I need to get this man out of Gondor if I’m ever going to see him truly relaxed.”

takes Faramir swimming in a river + Éomer fishes for their lunch (bc nothing tastes better than catching your food + cleaning + eating it all right there, man). I do think it’s very nice for both of them, bc Faramir’s a ranger yeah but Éomer’s a Rider?? A man used to spending most of his life on horseback, sleeping in the dirt, etc— much like Faramir. so there’s an immediate sort of understanding there, and an ability to shrug of the expectations of King and Prince

4.)  Describe their first kiss.

The first kiss Éomer initiates? I think Éomer is very open with physical affection when he’s not in Soldier Mode. If you grew up with an older sibling Actively in combat and a younger sibling DETERMINED to fight as well, you’re not gonna waste moments to show that you care. Lots of arms around Faramir’s waist, kisses pressed to his shoulders, his cheeks, his nose, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles— anything that’ll make Faramir smile or blush. I think Éomer’s first kiss was very casual, probably passing by Faramir while he read and just kissed the top of his head.

The first kiss Faramir initiates.. I do like to think it’s on their “first date,” sometime while they’re in Rohan together for the first time. Faramir probably thanked Éomer for this, the vacation— and Éomer, just “there’s nothing to thank me for, I want to see you happy. your smile is thanks enough” + Faramir NEEDS to kiss that man in that moment. Tender + full of everything he doesn’t have the words for, their foreheads resting together when they separate..

5.)  Describe their first time having sex.

NERVES ABOUND, BABY!!!!!! Éomer, who desperately wants it to be Good by like, Gondorian Prince standards, but who’s only ever rolled around in the proverbial hay with other Riders? Panicking. Faramir, with all the fear of “this man is extremely hot and I want him so bad but I Am Transgender, will he be normal about that?????” Also panicking. Both trying to hide it. Both definitely a little tipsy, absolutely drank more than they should’ve at dinner.

Éomer bangs his shins on the bedframe. Faramir trips over his own clothes trying to get out of them. Both of them are, at least, laughing at that point. And I think, like— this is sth I’ve touched on in various posts discussing Rohirric Gender Conceptions but your Lik (body) + Hamr (appearance) not matching is a normal thing that happens, so Éomer has none of that Fun Gondorian Weirdness around Faramir’s body. Fully just, “ahhhhh okay I see why you were nervous— you’ve been in Gondor too long. what will make you comfortable? I want you to feel good”

and I do think Faramir was winding himself up for the worst and it takes a moment for it to click that like. Éomer just. sees him as another man? full stop. no need to justify his body, not being treated like a trophy to claim, just. He Is A Man. and at the same time Éomer is acknowledging that yes, they are both men but they DO have different Liks. where can he touch Faramir? what feels best? does Faramir like to be penetrated or should they do something else? and Faramir just, again, like.. augh. Earth-shattering for him tbh

6.)  Who cooks?  Describe their cooking.

ÉOMER COOKS!!!!!!!!! Faramir can cook the basics over a campfire to survive. Éomer definitely joined his mother (+ later his sister) in the kitchen just for fun. I think he likes cooking a lot when he gets the chance to do it; if he can turn out a good roast?? oh baby that’s everything!! lots of grain dishes with ale, duck soup, creamy fish stews too, yummmm (as per the usual, when I think of Rohirric food I am thinking of Iron-Age Norse food. I’ve had the fortune to be at multiple viking feasts hosted by a chef who specializes in recreating that era’s recipes + it’s ALL insanely good)

7.)  What do they like most about one another?

Oh don’t get Éomer started, he could wax poetic about Faramir for hours. Unendingly patient, beautiful, kind, whip-smart, insanely witty when he’s comfortable enough to joke around???? Man of Éomer’s dreams for real. Not to mention he’s great with horses!

Faramir loves how open Éomer is. He’s so strong, yes, an excellent soldier and leader, but he is also so deeply caring and so free with his emotions. He knows when to rein that side of himself in, but he also knows when to reassure his men, when to take a moment for mourning, when to celebrate. He’s open, and he’s willing to learn and understand— he may not have to patience to sit and read compendiums of elvish poetry, but he’ll happily sit and listen while Faramir discusses it. because if Fara is passionate about it, he’d like to know about it too

8.)  What do they like least about one another?

Éomer talks in his sleep. That definitely took Faramir some time to get used to skfhhdh

I do think Éomer also got frustrated at first when Faramir would go nonverbal, more from his own inability to HELP than directly at Faramir, but all the same. he starts trying to learn Gondorian sign so he doesn’t feel quite so useless in those moments

9.)  What is the most common cause of conflict between them?

Miscommunications, for sure. Éomer is extremely direct and is used to getting directness back; Faramir grew up in Gondor with Denethor for a father and does carry that suspicion of ulterior motives, waiting for the other shoe to drop, bc surely Éomer will eventually realize he’s The Worst Person Alive and leave him??? takes some time to unpack all that. (it does help when Éomer eventually learns More abt Denethor and it kind of clicks, and he tells Faramir “if I was upset I would not hide it, that’s not the kind of man I am. You never have to fear that from me.”)

10.)  What is their sexual dynamic like?

Éomer’s a Rider for a reason 👀

jk, but I do think Éomer’s the one to initiate most of the time. + he is reeeeeeaaaally enthusiastic about Faramir’s strap. as he should be!! I do also think it reaches a moment where Faramir’s just kind of amused by how much Éomer desires him. definitely teases Éomer about how all the stories abt the Rohirrim they tell in Gondor are true

Faramir’s sitting at his desk surrounded by papers, hair done up in a messy bun w ink smudges on his hands, his nose, definitely got a little in his hair somehow + Éomer just. “I need you so bad it makes me look stupid” meanwhile Faramir is laughing like “this is the least attractive I’ve looked all day, what are you talking about???”

11.)  How do they express their love?  (Some people are physical, others rely on compliments and gestures, some give their time, etc).

Éomer is physical affection, Faramir is gestures + they both express it thru time spent together

12.)  What is each partner’s favorite kind of date?

Quiet time together tbh :) that’s always been Faramir’s favorite; Éomer does still like going Out with Faramir, but he’s grown to appreciate the quiet intimacy of a night in with no other worries

13.)  What do they do together on a day in?

A day in with no pressure/responsibilities? Lazy breakfast, bathe together. Faramir will sit and read, maybe they’ll spar together (partly as an excuse to get back into the bath together, if Éomer’s being honest), equally lazy lunch + dinner, share some mead and talk or just rest by the fire

14.)  Who do they talk to when they want to complain about their partner, or when they have a relationship problem?

Faramir goes to Éowyn lmao. “You will not BELIEVE what your brother just did!!!” + Éowyn, always willing to hear more dirt on her brother, “👀 do tell?”

Éomer complains to Aragorn tbh. Realistically he isn’t gonna complain to his men bc he doesn’t want them to think poorly of Fara, who’s already an outsider, and he KNOWS as much as Éowyn WOULD help him, she’d also be a little shit about it. Aragorn at least can be unbiased and well understands the Layers Of Gondorian Bullshit that need to be unpacked. bc Boromir is ALSO unpacking said layers of bullshit. they commiserate together

15.)  How do they spend their weekends?

Out In The Wilderness. Riding the sprawling plains of Rohan, or exploring the forests of Ithilien— depends on where they are, but these men are definitely out in the dirt somewhere

16.)  What kind of couple’s vacations and getaways do they prefer?

ndjfhshfjn responsibilities generally prevent long vacations, but Faramir HAS taken Éomer to the coast of Dol Amroth ☺️

17.)  What is each person’s type?  Does their partner meet this, or are they an atypical match for them?

oh they are Definitely each other’s type lmao.

18.)  How do they complement one another?

they balance each other SO well. Éomer is genuinely great at bringing Faramir out of his shell, patient + understanding enough that Faramir feels comfortable, but dogged enough to still nudge Faramir forward. + Faramir is excellent at softening Éomer’s rough edges, reminding him he CAN relax (even though there’s still danger in the world, yes, it is greatly diminished and the people he loves are all very capable. things Will be fine)

19.)  What physical trait do they like most about one another?

me 🤝🏻 Éomer + loving Faramir’s nose. I also like to think Faramir is a shoulders guy

20.)  Assuming they move in together, who asked whom?  

Éomer asked Faramir. I think he got fed up with seeing the shift in Faramir’s demeanor every time he returns to Gondor, the way he draws in on himself.

21.)  Should they marry, who proposes?  How?

teehee, I wrote a fic abt this already :3 technically Éowyn proposed on Éomer’s behalf to Boromir, who accepted on Faramir’s behalf lmao (it’s Bad Manners to make the proposal yourself + worse still to make it directly to your lover)

22.)  Describe the wedding.

RAGH I could talk for way too long abt Rohirric custom and sword exchanges and everything so I’m just gonna Link The Fic

23.)  Where do they live?  What is their home like?

They live in Meduseld, in Rohan— their personal quarters are very cozy. Lots of furs, wool blankets in reds and golds and greens. Wooden furniture; Éomer had shelves installed for Faramir so he would have a place for his favorite texts, a little writing desk. I hold that Meduseld, because it’s a rich hall, would have horn-paned windows (soaked and sliced into thin panels), which cast rooms in a really soft, hazy warm light. It’s just a very cozy set of rooms

[spinnertop]

I feel like Wally and Barry superspeed stress clean/organizing when they don't want to deal with anyone or are avoiding a situation. Kinda like how speedsters go into Flash Time or whatever it's called when they're panicking or trying to hide their feelings from their friends.

I see it being similar to the Young Justice comics (at least I think it was YJ, but correct me if I'm wrong) where Bart went into Flash Time ignored the other members of the Core Four when they came to see him, and was just... reading all the books in the library. Like my dude was so fast, they couldn't see him. You can get a better understanding of it from this post by @givemewallywestorgivemedeath where they have specific comic panels showing just how bad speedsters are at healthy coping.

Like imagine for a second that they do this. Barry Allen, at least my understanding of him which is partially based off a lot of headcanons (and projection but shush), is fairly organized. I think back to one of the animated comics (which might not be canon, I'm not sure but I liked the story) from a couple years ago, where he'd just come back to his job as a forensic scientist and was shoved into the archives for a while to organize everything. He seemed happy doing it, even using a little superspeed to hurry along the process. And I feel like a forensic scientist has to be somewhat organized and clean if they want to keep all the facts of a crime straight. I know it's a fandom (I think) interpretation that Barry takes cases when he's stressed to keep his mind off things, but imgaine him, when he's alone in the house and can't rant to Iris for whatever reason, he just goes full malewife mode and obsessively does a deep clean of the house, going as far as to reorganize the plates and glasses in the cupboards and taking meticulous care that it looks comepletly imacculate. Once he's done, he's probably hungry so he cooks himself a meal. He then has to put everything back in exactly the same way. Then he looks at the time, and knows Iris should be home soon, and speedruns setting up a romantic little date for the two of them.

And then Wally. There is no doubt in my mind that the man compartmentalizes everything. In the comics I don't think he's all that neurotic, but I still feel like everything has a place in his mind, however odd it might be. Especially when he was younger with the fab five. There was home, where he had to be quiet and obedient or else fear for his safety at the hands of his father, and his "job," if you can call it that, where he's a quippy extroverted kid. When he grows up, I think it starts applying more to time periods in his life than aspects of his present life. Most of it would be due to the overlap between his personal and superhero life, so it would be near impossible to seperate the two at this point. I mean, the guy works for his Justice League coworker when their both civilians, and one of his best friends, who used to be a super villian, works in the same building. Instead of a here and there situation, it would be a before and after. Before and after he got his powers, before and after he met Linda, before and after escaping the speedforce, and so on.

This might just be me projecting, but sometimes organizing or cleaning in one area of my life, can help make sure I can seperate everything evenly (for lack of a better word), and I can definetly see Wally doing the same, happening mostly before he got trapped in the speedforce when it was there vs here, but occasionally now when he gets overwhelmed. Sometimes when he stayed with the titans, they'd walk into the kitchen to see it comepletely reorganized. Sometimes Barry or Iris would visit him and see his room looking like it was a memorial rather than a 14-year-old's room that was actively lived in. As an adult he reorganizes and painstakingly cleans everything. Kids left their toys out? What are you talking about, they're neatly put in the bins like they should be. Stains on some the the clothes? Might as well do all the laundry. Oh, and don't forget to perfectly fold, match, and put them all away. Finished some leftovers and needs to clean the tupperware? No problem, while he's at it, he'll match the lids by size and reorganize the plates and bowls to save more room. Sometimes he completely changes the wat something is normally put away and leaves detailed notes to everyone who might, who just maybe, might have the slimmest possibility of being affected, telling them where he put everything.

Are they legible? Perhaps, on a good day. Probably not. It entirely depends on how he decided to write said notes. Did he decide to bullet point everything, skipping lines for each new point for visibility, or did he decide to write it like a fanfiction author who has never heard of an enter key? Does he use proper punctuation and grammar, or does he write like a seven year old during English? Is the handwriting even readable or is it just chickenscratch that only a pharmascist can read? Who knows? Wally West does what the vibes demand, and right now the vibes demand dyslexics to suffer! Or that a speedster halfway across the world responding to his stress and just perked up like a cat who has been awoken from a nap? Who knows? Not him! It's probably fine.

It was, in fact, not fine, as Linda broke into her own house instead of using her keys and speed talked at Wally to make sure her husband was okay. She then smacks him upside the head for making her worry so much.

[thebardisabird]

How about a scenario of each Matsu finding a condom in his teen son/daughter’s room.

Sure thing - with a little spouse inclusion (that's you - because again, I LOVE marrying you to the matsus) Osomatsu can't tell if he's proud of pissed. He's ecstatic to know that his kid isn't afraid of intimacy and is smart enough to understand to be safe when it comes to sex - but it's his child and he hates the idea of his teenaged kid engaging in any sort of sexual activity in his home. Half because he doesn't like the thought of that happening in his house - half because he's disgruntled that his kid faired out better than he did when he was their age. Into a sheer PANIC is where Karamatsu is sent. The mere idea of his beloved offspring having SEX?! He can't fathom it, it terrifies him. Not even because they're being unsafe, because they're clearly not - but because he can't come to grips with the fact that his child is clearly growing up. He does want to do the right thing and have "the talk", but he definitely will need your help because he's about two seconds away from crying with how emotional and overwhelmed he's become due to his child stepping into the early stages of young adulthood.

Choromatsu flies into a FIT of rage. He goes total protective father mode, very much a "NONE OF THAT IN MY HOUSE" type. This ends up being a guise for his inability as well to come to terms with his child growing up. It takes some time for him to cool off (and you have a stern talking to him because as parents its your duty to make your child feel safe and supported), and when he finally does, he truly apologizes. He explains that growing up it was easier for their mother to not feel the overwhelm he's currently feeling because he and his brothers were very different in how they reached their levels of adulthood. Choromatsu takes a very candid and honest approach, but not without educating his child on what could go wrong if they're not practicing safe sex.

Ichimatsu is stunned when he sees it. It doesn't register that his child is having sex and he initially panics internally so much that he flees the house for a bit. You don't understand where he could've gone until you see the condom yourself and everything clicks. He comes back home eventually, looking oddly put together and with a clear head. In his distress, he consulted a matronly old alleycat for some advice who assured that she's seen many a household's children grow up the same way his were. And that this was just a part of life. Ichimatsu, with that sobering knowledge chooses to do the right thing by his child and tell them that while he was initially upset, he understands they're getting older and might be interested in sex. Swallowing his apprehension, Ichimatsu reminds his child to be honest with themselves and that he's there if they ever need him to talk about this kind of thing. Jyushimatsu is already on his way to find his kid. He takes on that wide, cat-eyed stare, so his intentions are very unclear even when his child is front of him. When he places the contraceptive in front of his child, there's a sense of panic but instead, Jyushimatsu just places his sleeved hand on their head. It's unexpected, but his face returns back to its usual smile, reminding them to make sure that they're being safe - and being proud of them for taking the step to making sure that happens. He doesn't say it out loud but despite being scared as a parent, Jyushimatsu surprises both you and your child with how level-headed he tries to treat the whole thing and when you ask him how he managed to remain calm (because you were somewhat panicking yourself), he simply says that it's easier for your child to talk to you if you let them know they can...you're left wondering when your husband entered his sage era. Todomatsu doesn't take it well at all lol. Not being able to keep tabs on his child and know what's going in their lives makes him a mess. He does unfortunately freak out - but not because of the condom being present in his home or that that insinuates his child engaging in some sort of sexual activity, but that they didn't tell him. He eventually settles down and makes it clear that he just wants to know what's going on in their lives. He gets a little teary-eyed (dramatically so in fact) and explains he doesn't wanna be left out, especially not for stuff like this and to come to him when they have questions. While he knows they won't tell him everything, he'd rather push for them to open with him.

[vsnotresponding]

an informal guide to the modern aus of púlsar

the Big One: Fake Dating AU

karma is níniam's also rock obsessed friend. he somehow manages to convince ira and karma to fake date so karma won't have to attend his family's multiple social events in preparation to his brother's wedding

ft. a very invested níniam on fooling everyone, an ira that's there for the food and to have fun messing with rich people, and karma who really doesn't know how he ended up in this situation

the Sad One: Bodyguard AU

(also modern royalty)(very short because I dedicated a singular page of my sketchbook to it) kind of a one shot

ira is hired to babysit protect karma because his family had been receiving death threats (karma's father sucks in all possible universes lol). the job's really easy because my man spends the whole day playing video games in his room or reading.

ira beats his ass in any competitive game. then in a social function there's an attempt at karma's life and she dies :)

the Wholesome One: Modern Royalty AU

kind of a one shot

karma escapes his guards while on vacation and goes into incognito mode around the city. his disguise is terrible because it's like 37°C and my man is wearing layers. ira recognizes him immediately (hamza's fault. he's a very active anti monarchist) and messes with him for a while and then shows him hidden gems of her city <3

also ira is wearing a shirt that says fuck the king

Amogus

Random Oneshots about the crew living in our world

named amogus because that's the one post I made about it

WAIT I FORGOT

(I was looking at the archives aka my sketchbooks and saw a drawing)

Sirens

yeah that sums it up

karma falls from the boat he's traveling in and gets rescued by Siren!Ira. they can't understand each other but karma sure likes to look at the pretty rocks in the underwater cave

meanwhile on the surface Emhi Garvan and Áine: *panicking because oh gods he's dead they've killed the prince oh shit*

[tkeyahwrotethis]

been in mommy bliss and college girl mode all week so I haven't written anything new yet. I've been journaling a lot.

I have lots of inspiration to choose from between my guy friends and group therapy with other single moms.

Just a bit of my real in person life for a second.

I finally feel closure and I'm able to move on from the dumpster fire of my baby daddy.

I matched with this photographer on tinder who is kinda famous in Brooklyn but also has a house in the burbs out here where I live. He's a single dad to a biracial child, so I didn't have to wonder if he liked Black girls or not and he is such an active father. I personally knew we could never date because he usually does photoshoots for half naked (or butt ass naked) instagram baddies and the way my jealousy is set up....

but I like his art, his passion for film and color, and his vision for his models. he could DRESS for a white boy.

anyways, we met for coffee at Starbucks, it's not my usual spot. I told my family I was going grocery shopping, so I had a few hours to spare. The conversation went really well in Starbucks and I started drinking his coffee by accident lol he told me take the coffee to go and we went to his car in the parking lot.

he told me his bm was still really young and just dropped his son off one day and never came back. She still wants to party and be on the scene and in a new relationship. His parents (these elderly white people) keep his son here in the burbs when he has to be on the scene in the studio in Brooklyn.

We talked about really heavy topics about what it means to raise biracial children in America. How scary it is to be new parents and single parents.

THEN THE COMPLIMENTS STARTED ROLLING IN

as my first coffee date postpartum he was making me feel so sexy and so beautiful I was blushing so much. I didnt feel like someone's mom or insecure about my body. The eye contact was really nice and I just felt seen. Then he asked if he could kiss me and I didn't know what to say no one ever asked to kiss me before so I was like idk, no. and he was like well can you kiss me? and I said maybe ... where?? and he was like my neck. So I started kissing him on his neck then I started licking the tattoos on his neck. then we kissed.

He kept tryna get me to the backseat but I was like I'm someone's mother... and he would respond and be like and? i'm someones father and we'd have a little laugh. Then idk I just.. panicked. I started hysterically crying and I told him I felt really guilty dating with a baby at home and Im genuinely not sure why my baby father doesn't fuck with me. I always wanted a family and he ruined that for me.

HE WAS SOOOO UNDERSTANDING

he was like im in the same boat with you. I don't want little 3-6 month situationships. I want a family with my bm but they don't want us, and we deserve love we don't deserve to be lonely so we still have to try and keep putting ourselves out there. then he hugged me deeply. I felt like ruined the date so I was like gotta go im so sorry and I just kinda left things a bit awkward but yeah... hopefully I don't cry on my next date wtf.

[ghosthierophant]

TOP OF THE ROUND!

“zugg”: so you do... what you do... for others? / what are you doing... for you?

d’rask: i guess i... don’t know... anymore

HE’S JUST LIKE ME FR

D’rask Wis Saving Throw, at Disadvantage: 12

WOULD’VE BEEN A NAT 20 WELP

just bc you don’t know now doesn’t mean you don’t know later... damn brett lemme take this to heart LMAO

“zugg”: you’ll find yourself brother (fades away)

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“you can’t kill me like that, partner. you can’t kill what’s in your mind”

(logan sighs): then what is in my mind?

“you think about it, don't you? your son’s death? the failure of the case? what facade is doing what they’re doing? and why you got involved in it? you don’t have doubt? you don’t question there’s something you could’ve done better? to avoid this entire mess? you haven’t thought about this at all?”

logan: i’m not sure i understand what you’re trying to say / hmm... you are correct, i Should’ve been the one to stop it. but that’s why i’m here now. i’ve got a Lot to make up for

“do you think that you’re not the solution? maybe let the young blood try and solve your failures of cases.”

logan: maybe i should... they’re much better at it than i am, Clearly - but this is my job, and it’s the last thing i have to do

Logan Wis Saving Throw: 16

you have flaws, and cracks, just like anyone else. you do your best to not show it. but also, perhaps, acknowledging it and working thru it is a Braver act. / you have a case to solve, a murder to solve. and this event will not stop you here. time to press on.

(logan rolls his eyes)

you begin to hear the shouts up north - the clearly panicked Dash Whiskers

DAD MODE FUCKING ACTIVATED

.

“dr”: clearly, since i’m not your father, perhaps you’ll entertain a curiosity

hellebore: y’know what Sure, this is some Free Therapy in my brain right now

“dr”: what exactly is it that you’re trying to do?

hellebore: ............

“dr.”: have you even thought about it? are you just acting on impulse?

PIPER PUSHES HELLEBORE OUT OF CONTROL

piper: it doesn’t matter what i want to be, what i’m trying to do. as long as i can be happy and get our of your fucking shadow (walks away)

(following): unless you’re happy? 

piper: do you not realize that i’ve been playing house this whole time, just bc my sister’s happy / i want Her to be happy, i want to be happy / it’s not up to you anymore / you upped me and her from Our lives, so now we get to do with our surroundings 

Piper Cha Saving Throw: 19

the figure steps back. a silence falls over him.

“dr.”: i don’t think you understand. the only one currently keeping you in your father’s shadow is you. i hope, i genuinely hope, that you do something about that. i Know you’ll do something about that

piper: yeah shove my last fuck up your ass old man

POWERFUL MOOD

.

“dion”: so eli... what is it that you’re doing? what are you trying to accomplish right now? / it hurt those that you care about

eli: my family’s fine. i saw to that - you did. the Other you, the Real you, saw to that. that was the Deal

“dion”: you say everything in 0s and 1s, positive and negative. it’s a very cold way to live. and yeah, i saw to that. and yeah, your family may - or may not - be ok. but let me ask you this. was it Fair to them? that this needed to be taken care of? / was it fair, eli?

eli: Fair? you think any livin creature in this universe actually cares about Fair. nobody gets what they deserve. that’s not how this works. things Just Happen. good, bad, doesn’t matter. it just Is. they didn’t ask for it, neither did i. but there’s no goin back now, is there?

Eli In Saving Throw, at advantage: 19

life was never meant to be fair. sure, we hope and wish that we can get everything that we want, but sometimes we don’t. bc exactly what you said: Life Isn’t Fair. you have to carve your own path, make your own way. bc life, fate, whatever you call it, isn’t giving you handouts.

“dion”: good luck, friend. while we may not get what we deserve, i hope you get yours (fades away)

(eli exhales)

eli: good talk 

.

“WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO HERE, BOY? I UNDERSTAND YOU THINK YOU’RE DOIN THE RIGHT THING. BUT I TRIED. NO, I DID THE RIGHT THING. YOU REFUSED MY TEACHINGS, YOU REFUSED THE LIGHT OF HAIO. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT’S INSIDE YOU. EVERYONE YOU KNOW AND LOVE, EVERYONE YOU’RE TRYING TO PROTECT-”

dash: Stop.

“IS GUNNA BE HURT BY YOU.”

dash: STOP

P A N I K

(dash is crying, there’s no way for him to stop it)

the words are making him feel like a kid again, and he can’t move.

“HOW DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GUNNA PROTECT THEM WHEN YOU CAN’T EVEN PROTECT YOURSELF?”

dash: YOU NEVER PROTECTED ME. YOU NEVER PROTECTED ANY OF US. YOU WERE NEVER A FATHER. TO ME OR COOP. I DON’T WANNA HEAR YOU / AT LEAST I CARE ABOUT PROTECTING THEM.

logan hears this outcry - dash seems to be in trouble.

logan: Dash, are you alright?

dash: i... i... are you real?

logan: am i Real, and i’m going to assume, based on your reaction, you are real too, yes?

dash: yeah... i think so

logan: are you alright? do you want to tell me what you’re seeing?

dash: i keep seeing my dad, but i know he’s not here

logan: good, good. none of this is here, dash. i don’t know if it’s victor or something else, but it’s Not. Real. / i don’t know what you were told. it most likely wasn’t pleasant. but it’s not real, None of it. 

Dash Wis Saving Throw, at Advantage: CRIT 23

what Are you going to do with this shadow that is within you? what are your feelings right now? 

dash is scared of it. he’s always been scared of it, but he knows it allows him to help people. he wants to understand it, so he doesn’t accidentally hurt anyone.

it’s within You that you’ll know what’s True, what’s Real, and what’s Good for you. fight for those that you truly care for. only You know how to answer that. 

PHASE 3 THREAD!!!! 

[tteokdoroki]

💜- okay, pregnancy au again. I just love the fluff....

So picture you’re pretty far along in your pregnancy and it has gotten to the point where you can’t really bend down or pick up things you drop because you can’t get up on your own, and Keigo knows this and is extremely considerate, he even got you one of those picker-upper things.

So you can imagine his panic when he sees you sitting on the shower floor. You were okay, just emotional cause you dropped the bottle of soap and when you went to pick it up you couldn’t get back up, not even with the rails that Keigo insisted on installing.

But to him it looked like you fell, but in reality you were fine, the water got a little cold but nothing serious. Keigo panicked and scooped you up from the shower floor, not giving a shit that he got drenched. All he cares about right now is you and the precious little chick.

“Baby, what happened? Are you okay? Why didn’t you wait till I got back home?” His feathers were flying everywhere, grabbing towels, his phone, pajamas, a first aid kit.

“Keigo, I’m okay-” you say but Keigo is so absorbed in his panic and his thoughts that he doesn’t comprehend that you’re not injured.

“It’s okay Angel, well get you dry and warm and a doctor will come, or should I take you to the hospital? Did you fall in your stomach? Is the baby kicking? Oh fuck you need to get to the hospital,”he panics, on the brink of tears as he dries you off with his towel. He dials the local hospital before you can even say something.

“Keigo, please. Baby I’m fine. We are fine. I didn’t fall,” you say grabbing his phone from his hands and hanging up. Keigo looks up at you panicked. His chest heaving as he tries to comprehend what you just did.

“Angel? What, you’re hurt, you just fell in the shower, who knows how long you were there for. Did you hit your head?” He asks gebtly holding your face as he checks for signs of a concussion.

“Keigo, I didn’t fall. I dropped a bottle of soap and when I went to pick it up I couldn’t bring myself back up, so I used the side bars to lower myself down till you got home” you say kissing one of his hands.

“You’re not hurt?” He asks looking at you like you’re two seconds from breaking.

“Not at all. A bit cold but we are fine. See,” you take his hand and pla wing it on your belly, where the baby has been kicking,” he doesn’t like it when his daddy is panicking like this,”

“It’s not panicking, it’s my mission mode,” he pouts, bending down to the baby bump,” your daddy doesn’t panic, you’re such a strong girl,”

“Boy, Keigo. Boy,” you say, watching Keigo look up at you with a smirk.

“Nope, this baby right here is a girl, and she is going to be a daddy’s girl,”

“In your dreams,” you tease.

“Are you sure you’re okay Angel?” Keigo asks slipping one of his hoodies over you and the baby bump.

“Positive,” you say as he picks you up and carries you over to the bed, or as Keigo calls it the ‘nest’

“Well, a doctor is still going to come tomorrow,”

You go to argue before a feather goes against your lips, “no arguing please. Let’s cuddle and warm you up. And then we can argu about everything and anything you want,”

“Keigo-“ he presses kisses to you and wraps a wing around you.

“No Keigo. Keigo is asleep.” He says nuzzling his face in your neck, a hand resting over your baby bump.

you know im in love with dad!hawks how could you 😔💕

so naturally; keigo is very protective over you during your pregnancy especially later on when you start to show and are at more risk of complications. he hates being away from you the most when hit around eight months because he knows you’re a clutz and wants to be there to coddle you and make sure nothing happens to you or little keigo baby !!

safety measures are included all over the house and sometimes you feel like the baby with all the safety gates and rails but for the most part; your heart flutters knowing that your husband would go through such lengths to protect you and your budding little angel.

but i feel like the irony of the situation in the bathroom would be; is that you were showing all the gross pregnancy feelings away when your baby started to get active and kick, doing all sorts of aerodynamics in your tummy just like their father. usually the kid is only this active when hawks is nearing home— which you find funny because it’s almost as if they have a second nature or their own version of fierce wings. but it’s their sudden activity that makes you drop the soap in the first place, so you easily place the blame on both of your birdies.

like father like son. you’d think, even though keigo is convinced your baby is a girl.

as soon as keigo finds you sitting in the shower; of course he’s going to worry— sending bunches of his feathers to help you up and check on your vitals, as well as the baby’s as well. the number two is only really settled when he carries you out of the shower, wrapping you in his clothes and laying against your bump until the little brat kicks him right in the cheek. “you’re a fighter, baby girl, just like your momma!” hawks hums, wings finally de-puffing as he feels around for another push of your baby.

“baby boy.” you correct him, twirling your digits through soft blonde locks that you hope your kid will have. you want them to grow up just like their daddy, admirable, strong and oh so lovable. “don’t get it twisted bird man, your quirk doesn’t know it all.”

“baby girl,” your husband repeats, drifting off to the sound of your heart beat and the baby’s; all thanks to the feather you wear around your neck. “not my quirk, call it instinct.” he adds, kissing your bump one last time before finally falling asleep.

[silkling]

This is part two of an ask box fic. For part one, click below.

Part 1

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Cody had been expecting to see Blades sitting in front of the TV when he and the others returned. He had not been expecting to see the large bot the team had rescued holding the copter while said copter made a sharp, painful sounding noise. When he, his siblings, and the other three bots had returned to the firehouse, they’d been chatting and teasing Heatwave about his increasing frustration with his difficulty at contacting Optimus. Then when they’d gotten down to the bunker, the three Cybertronians had abruptly stopped talking, before they’d looked concerned and panicked and rushed ahead. The humans had followed as quickly as they could, and the group arrived to see Blades in the large bot’s grasp, making that noise that Cody didn’t know the meaning behind.

The large bot noticed the, first, and a sharp, red gaze snapped to the group. “More younglings, little one? I suppose I should not be surprised, the Rescue Force did tend to match teams within the same age bracket.” he remarked.

Cody didn’t know what a “youngling” was by Cybertronian standards, but to human ears it sounded like the new bot was calling Sigma-17 kids. Or at the very least, younger than adults.

Heatwave clearly didn’t care about what the bot had to say. “You let Blades go!” he snarled, stepping forward and looking ready to tackle the larger bot.

Blades had startled and gone silent when the bigger flyer spoke, but at Heatwave’s words he jumped and pulled himself free, gathering his pedes under him and standing between his team and the larger bot. “Wait!” he protested. “He wasn’t hurting me. I was kinda…collapsing, and he kept me front falling.”

Cody frowned. “Why were you collapsing?”

“He told me something that Optimus should have told us a long time ago. Something very bad.”

“And what was that?” Kade snipped, eyes narrowed.

“I’d be curious to know too.” Dad’s voice came from behind them. Cody turned to see his father stepping out of the elevator. “But first, maybe we should sit down. Something tells me this news isn’t going to be pretty.”

“You are a clever human.” The stranger rumbled. “I believe that would indeed be best.”

Heatwave growled, but nodded stiffly. “This way.”

He led them to the lounge area, where everyone got settled and comfortable. The stranger sat on the floor, Blades and Boulder took the couch, and Dani and Graham sat beside their respective partners. Heatwave sat leaning against the couch, and Kade sat leaning against him. Chase pulled over a Cybertronian sized beanbag Graham and Boulder had made, and Dad squished in next to him. Cody, after a moment of consideration, stepped in and sat in front of the newcomer. The large bot shot him an arched brow, and the human just smiled and waved in response.

“So.” Heatwave grunted. “What’s this news?”

“We’re the last Rescue Bots.” Blades cut in, voice quiet.

Chase was frowning. “That is not entirely news. Optimus implied as much when we asked him about the rest of the Rescue Force. I assume the rest of the Rescue Teams were folded into the Autobot ranks when the War began.”

Boulder frowned. “That would make sense, though I have a hard time believing the others would just….abandon in the oaths of neutrality we all took.”

“They did not.” The stranger cut in. “When the War began, the Rescue Force remained neutral. They aided and rescued mechs from both factions. Megatron offered them the chance to join the Decepticons, and they refused. They wished to hold true to their oaths to serve and protect all who needed it. Megatron did not take kindly to the refusal. In order to make an example of them, and also to remove a faction that would aid his enemies, he destroyed the Rescue Force Headquarters and offlined every Rescue Team there. Survivors of the initial attack, as well as those who were simply not present, were subsequently hunted down and slaughtered.” he said bluntly.

There was dead silence in the bunker, with horror growing palpable in the air.

“Dreadwing.” Blades’s voice was weak. “Maybe that was a bit blunt.” He glanced at his teammates. “I think he’s right. I found a mention of the “end of the Rescue Force” in one of High Tide’s data pads. Plus…remember what Optimus said when he first saw us? “I was not aware Rescue Teams were still active.” That’s what he told us.”

Dreadwing. So that was the stranger’s name. Still, he was more worried about the bots. Boulder looked horrified and increasingly sick. Heatwave looked stunned and angry and grief-stricken all at once. Chase looked disbelieving. None of them seemed to be able to protest what they’d been told.

“Dreadwing, is it?” Dad’s voice rose in the silence. “You seem to know a lot about the topic.”

“Any Cybertronian who was alive at the time knows about the Fall of the Rescue Force. It was a great tragedy.”

“That’s why Optimus is so adamant about keeping us here.” Blades whispered. “He knew. He probably thought we’d be in danger if any other bot knew what we are.”

“You would be.” Dreadwing agreed. “If Lord Megatron were to discover your existence, he would send his forces to see you slain, even if it meant razing this island to the ground to do so. Perhaps he would even keep you alive long enough to force Optimus Prime and his team watch your destruction.” He stated, blunt and hard.

Everyone collectively flinched at that, looking sick and horrified at the prospect. Cody could relate. The way Dreadwing discussed such violence and such horrors…it was so casual. He didn’t know what to make of it. The Rescue Bots didn’t speak so bluntly about that sort of thing, but he knew that was due to lack of exposure to that level of violence. Optimus and High Tide were both also very…sanitized, in the way they spoke of the War. It wasn’t necessarily bad that Dreadwing didn’t care to censor himself, but Cody certainly wasn’t used to it. Just the idea of his friends being stolen away and killed to make a point made him sick.

Graham’s voice broke the silence. “Lord Megatron.” he sound, sounding strained. “You called him “Lord Megatron”. I can’t imagine any Autobot calling the leader of their enemy something like “lord”. Which means you’re not an Autobot. You’re a Decepticon.”

There was a second of silence, and then Heatwave surged forward and yanked Cody away from Dreadwing. As one, the Rescue Bots, baring Blades for some reason, lowered the windshields in their chests to let their partners climb in to safety. As for Blades…he just stood, carefully maneuvering Dani out of range of danger and stepping forward before anyone else could do anything. Cody, still dazed and now strapped into Heatwave’s passenger seat, could only watch in confusion.

“Everybody stop and calm down!” The copter snapped, his rotors rattling against his back. The other bots were still, and Dreadwing hadn’t moved from his seat on the floor.

The large bot shifted his gaze to Boulder, or rather, Boulder’s chest where Graham was tucked away. “You are correct.” he said, voice somber. “I am a Decepticon. Or rather, I was. It was Megatron himself who gave me the wound that nearly offlined me.” He paused. “I am afraid I am still teaching myself to shed the loyalty that once bound me to him. I spent many millennia calling him my Lord, and it is a habit that is very difficult to break.” He tilted his head. “Regardless, I assure you I have no desire to return to the Decepticons. I would be destroyed if I were to return.”

That seemed to calm the bots down, and Dani frowned from where Blades had stashed her. “You knew, didn’t you partner?”

Blades sighed. “I suspected.” he admitted. “I read in the data pads that Optimus left for us that after the fall of Vos, most Seekers joined the Deceptions. Dreadwing is a Seeker. I put the pieces together.”

Dreadwing bristled at the mention of “Vos”, though Cody didn’t know what that was. “Vos was destroyed and razed to the ground by Autobot forces, little flyer.” he rumbled. “Seekers did not join the Autobots when the War began because most of those who did were the same who had spent generations abusing and ostracizing any and all flight-frames.” he said bluntly. “It is why most flyers joined the Deceptions. They did not wish to be treated as lesser simply because of a different vehicle mode.”

Dani blinked. “Huh. So bigots exist on all planets, then.” she sighed. “The War…are you saying it started as a social revolution?”

“Just so.” Dreadwing nodded at her. “In the beginning, it was not Optimus Prime who led the Autobots. It was his predecessor, a mech called Sentinel. Sentinel was backed by the Senate. The same Senate that had created laws to force mechs to live only by the function of their frame types, and the same Senate that allowed flight-frames to be treated as filth. When Megatron rose up initially, it was to fight for justice and put an end to the caste system.”

This was news to all the humans. They’d heard about the War, of course, but hearing about how it started and why it had began put new context on things.

“The Senate refused to listen, and thus the War began. Megatron initially led as non-violently as possible, but then any who harbored even slight anti-Senate mentalities began to be culled by Autobot Enforcers. Flyers were confined to the ground by force when not in Vos, and in Vos they were not permitted to leave the city.” The Seeker continued. “What started as a fight for equality turned into Decepticons fighting for their right simply to live. And then the Senate was assassinated, and Sentinel destroyed, and Optimus Prime took his place. By then, it was too late for things to return to peace. Too many Decepticons feared they would be killed for the crime of wanting a better life and fighting for it, and too many Autobots were bitter and angry towards the chaos the Decepticon had wrought. And so, the War continued.” he sighed.

There was silence for a long moment, and the Rescue Bots finally returned to their previous positions, though they didn’t let the humans out just yet. Blades sat on the couch, and Dani shifted over to perch on his shoulder. Everyone present was silent for a moment, taking in what they had been told. This…changed things. Certainly, the Decepticons had done horrible things. The fact that they had slaughtered the Rescue Bots was a prime example. But to learn why they had risen and where they had come from…it put a lot into perspective.

“Blades.” Dani spoke up. “You’re a flyer. Did you run into any of that sort of thing Dreadwing was talking about, before your stasis nap?” she asked.

Blades sputtered. “Well, no.” he seemed embarrassed. “You know I wasn’t always a flyer. I was a ground-frame, on Cybertron. Sure, I’d heard about the anti-flyer and anti-Seeker stuff but I never experienced it. Dreadwing is telling the truth, though. Cybertron…didn’t have the best social system. I did know about the civil unrest, thought it hadn’t grown to a revolution quite yet the last time I was on Cybertron.” he said, sheepish.

Before one of the humans could ask for an elaboration, Dreadwing was straightening up. “Youngling. You mean to tell me you were able to shift from a ground-frame to a flight-frame by scanning a new vehicle mode?”

Blades paused. “Yes?”

Dreadwing was quiet, before uttering what Cody was very sure was a curse. “You do realize that is an extraordinarily rare ability? Even triple changers are more common than that.”

“Really?” Blades, and even all the other bots, seemed stunned by this revelation.

“Yes.” Dreadwing was frowning. “Most Cybertronian t-cogs will only allow for scanning and transformation into a vehicle mode that is compatible with your root mode. To be able to change from a grounder to a flyer by simply scanning a new vehicle mode…it speaks of a highly malleable and adaptable base frame type. The kind one expects from the tales of the Shifters of old.”

That made the Bots perk up, and Cody made a note to ask about that later. For now, he opted to stay quiet and let the Cybertronians figure this out. And it seemed his family had the same idea. Even Kade, for once.

“Are you saying I’m a Shifter?” Blades seemed frantic at the idea.

“No.” Dreadwing shook his head. “But perhaps you have coding descended from them.” He sighed. “Your ability, little one, is one I have only ever heard of on Cybertron. Many would be jealous of you. I know many flyers would not give up their flight for anything, but I know of many more who would have wanted your ability desperately in order to change to a ground-frame and escape the derision.”

Blades blinked, then looked down. “Oh.” he whispered.

Heatwave growled. “Look, it’s all well and good that we’ve figured this out, but now what? You were a Decepticon! You could hurt us or someone else on the island!”

Dreadwing looked unimpressed. “I have no intentions of doing any such thing, though I will leave if you prefer.”

“But won’t Megatron kill you?” Boulder asked.

“He will try. I will simply have to avoid him.”

“Then why not join the Autobots?” Chase asked.

The Seeker’s expression went dark. “No. While Optimus Prime is honorable, the Autobots have not always been such. I have lost too much to their regime to submit myself to the brand, even if it is different now.”

No one seemed to know what to say to that. After a long moment, the humans were finally let out of the cabs of their respective partners, and Cody saw an odd look in his Dad’s eye.

“Hoe about this, then.” Dad said. “We don’t feel right about sending you off where you might be killed. You don’t want to fight the Autobots, you don’t want to fight for the Decepticons. Am I right so far?”

Dreadwing simply bowed his head.

“Do you even want to fight in the War at all, anymore?”

Dreadwing paused. “The Decepticons committed a crime which I must put right. But other than that, no.” There was a pause. “Even with my end goal, it is not the Decepticons at large I wish to see defeated. It is only one mech among their ranks.”

Dad hummed slowly, then nodded. “I’m guessing you’re not ready to tell us the details, so I won’t even ask.” he said. “Here’s what I propose: you stay here on Griffin Rock. You don’t let yourself be seen by the humans here, we do have a cover to maintain after all. You can think and plan your next steps here. That lets us keep an eye on you, and keeps our minds at ease that you’re not out there running for your life from a tyrant. You just can’t destroy anything or hurt anyone or cause trouble.”

Cody was surprised by the offer, and clearly Dreadwing was too. What did his Dad see in this large bot that was making him take a chance like this? Cody wasn’t against it, but it was a little unusual.

Dreadwing seemed to think over the offer, before he nodded. “I will accept your terms.”

Dad relaxed, and before Kade could protest he waved his children along. “Now come on, everyone. It’s late and we humans need our rest.” he said. “Kade, not here. We can discuss this more later. Let’s go, everyone.”

Cody hopped off Heatwave’s knee, and followed his siblings and father to the lift. The last thing he saw before the doors closed was the Rescue Bots turning to their newest addition, and heard the start of a question before the doors shutting cut it off.

“So what else do you know that Optimus isn’t-“

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Everything came to a head a week after Dreadwing had settled into the bunker. The Seeker had taken over one back corner of the large room, converting it into a small space for himself. None of the other bots or humans had raised a fuss at that. But Kade was getting increasingly agitated. It was clear that he didn’t understand why Blades and his team were so calm about letting a Decepticon live peacefully with them. Personally, the copter bot attributed that to the fact that the firefighter was human, so he probably didn’t understand the Cybertronian cultural or societal intricacies that had allowed the five bots to come to an understanding. That day, Kade had been particularly snarly. Even Boulder was starting to get put off by it.

They had gathered in the bunker. Blades was watching TV with Dreadwing and Chase, trying to explain the allure of his favorite show to the two bots. Boulder was painting, and Heatwave was on his little sparring platform. The humans had come down in time to see Dreadwing pinch one of Blade’s finials when the little copter bot’s rotors had straightened and extended, threatening to start spinning right there on his back due to his excitement. It had pulled Blades back to himself, and he’d sheepishly tucked his rotors back along his spinal strut while shooting the older mech an apologetic grin.

To a Cybertronian, such a gesture from an older mech to a youngling would not have raised any attention. The gentle tweak hadn’t even hurt his sensitive finials. But to a human, especially one who didn’t have or understand the context of Cybertronian culture, the gesture and lack of reaction from the bots could easily be misunderstood.

So really, Blades wasn’t surprised that Kade had finally snapped. As soon as he’d seen the interaction, he’d roared a demand to know what was going on, questioning how the bots could live with someone who had been part of the same team that had wiped out all the other Rescue Bots. That was when Chief Burns had sighed and suggested they all get settled in the lounge to talk again. They had, taking up the same positions as the previous time, though this time Boulder also dragged over a large beanbag for himself and Graham, while Dani perched on Blade’s shoulder and Dreadwing took the free spot on the couch. Which was where they were now.

“Alright.” Kade spat. “So I’m not getting something here, obviously. Why are you four so comfortable around him? He literally admitted that he used to be a Decepticon! The same guys that destroyed your Rescue Force!”

“But he wasn’t there.” Blades chimed in. “We talked when you went to bed that night. He joined the ‘Cons after the Autobots destroyed Vos, which happened after the fall of the Rescue Force.”

“And that changes anything?” Kade sputtered.

“It changes everything.” Heatwave grunted. “He wasn’t part of the group that destroyed the Rescue Force. And even though he joined them later, it wasn’t to inflict violence, it was in response to his home and people being destroyed. That may be hard to understand, based on what I know of your human culture, but for us Cybertronians that’s enough.”

Kade crossed his arms, scowling fiercely. “Fine. I guess I can accept that, even if I don’t get it. What I don’t get is why you’d defect.” he directed the last part at Dreadwing. “You hinted last time we talked that you served Megatron for thousands and thousands of years, and joined him because he was fighting for a just cause, one you believed in. What changed?”

Dreadwing frowned, staring hard at the human. “You are correct, Skyquake and I did originally join Megatron because we believed him to be honorable and just.” he tilted his head. “As the War progressed and left Cybertron, Megatron gradually became more…mad. However, we still followed him because we had sworn an oath of loyalty, and to break that oath would be dishonorable.” he rumbled. “And we did not fully agree with the Autobots either, even after Optimus Prime took command.”

“Hold on.” Graham cut in. “Skyquake?”

Dreadwing blinked, and something odd entered his gaze. Blades felt the flash of grief in his EM afield before it abruptly cut off. “Yes. Skyquake. He was my brother. We were split spark twins.”

“I thought you said you guys don’t have families like humans!” Kade said to Heatwave, eyes narrowed.

The fire truck scowled. “We don’t! Not usually! There’s only really one exception, and that’s so rare I didn’t think it mattered!”

“Two exceptions.” Blades intervened quickly. “There’s actually two exceptions, two ways for Cybertronians to have siblings.”

Looks were directed at him, and he squirmed under the attention. Slag, he hadn’t meant to say that. They’d want to know how he knew and that was something he wanted to keep to himself. It was his burden to bare.

Dreadwing sensed his discomfort, cutting in before the questions could start and drawing the attention back to himself. “Yes. The first exception is that of split spark twins.” He glanced at the humans. “We Cybertronians are not created like you organics. On Cybertron, our source of life is called the Well of All Sparks. It is where all sparks are created, and where all sparks return upon deactivation.”

“A spark is like…your soul, right? It’s what gives you guys life and makes you who you are.” Dani questioned.

Dreadwing dipped his helm towards her. “Indeed. When a new Cybertronian comes into be, their spark is created in the Well. It goes through several layers of the Well’s energy, the spark refining and becoming more defined as it progresses to the edge of the Well from the center. Often, the sparks will not maintain their form in this process, and their energy will dissipate and return to the Well.” Noting the human’s looks, he shook his head. “The spark has no life or sentience at that time, it is merely a small collection of energy. It is if the spark holds its form past the final layer of shaping that it gains sentience and life. At that point, the energy of the Well pulls resources from Cybertron itself to create a protoform, a physical body, around the spark. Then, the protoform is pushed from the Well, and thus a new Cybertronian is created.” the Seeker explained.

“That doesn’t explain how you guys can have siblings.” Graham pointed out.

Dreadwing dipped his head. “Twins like myself are a rarity. They occur when, just before a protoform is formed around the spark, a surge of energy from the Well causes the spark to split into two. When that happens, most sparks to not survive and dissipate. If they do survive, the Well forms two protoforms around the two halves. The two halves of the spark can function on their own, and are fully formed in their own right, but due to the fact they were one a singular spark those two halves are forever bound.” he explained it carefully.

“Two halves, one whole.” Graham said, eyes lighting up with understanding.

Dreadwing nodded. “Yes. That is how split spark twins are created. Due to the bond, twins are very close to one another. A spark bond is a precious thing, little human.” His optics went distant, and Blades’s own spark ached with painful remembrance. “Through a spark bond, you are always and forever aware of the one who you share the bond with. You know what they feel, how they think, you know them in every way that they in turn know you. You can talk and communicate using the bond, and it can never be detected or listened in on. Distance can dampen a bond, and the further one gets from those they are bonded to the more muted it becomes. At one point, the bond becomes too muted to talk in words, and you can share only base thoughts and emotions.” he rumbled. “But even so, the bond persists, and it allows you to know your bonded is still living.”

“And…this Skyquake. He’s your twin? Where is he?” Kade asked.

“Gone.” Dreadwing said, his EM field flaring with that sharp agony, and even the humans could hear the grief in his tone. “Offlined before I even arrived on Earth.”

“How did it happen?” Chief asked, voice somber.

Dreadwing stared at him for a long moment, and Blades could see the grief in the angle at which he held his wings, even if he had reigned in his EM field. “Centuries ago, Megatron stationed my brother here in stasis in order to guard over Deception energon deposits. I was aware of his mission, but I was sent to far off star systems to fight in the War.” he sighed. “Recently, Skyquake was awoken, and in an ensuing confrontation with the Autobots he was slain by Optimus Prime and his scout.”

Blades flinched, optics wide. Bumblebee had killed Dreadwing’s twin? He supposed he couldn’t really judge a situation in which he didn’t have all the information, but he still had a hard time imagining the friendly yellow bit he knew actually killing someone else.

“How did you survive?” he blurted out. Looks were directed to him again, confused, but Dreadwing understood.

“Distance.” he rumbled. “I was so far away at from my brother at the time of his death that the bond was too strained for me to even feel his strongest emotions. I could only barely tell he was still living, and even then only when I focused on the link between our shared spark.” His gaze went sad. “I felt his death. The surge of energy that came from the bond breaking did reach me, but by the time it did it had had to travel so great a distance that it had dulled too much to overwhelm and gutter out my own spark. All I felt was a very faint sting. It didn’t even hurt to feel him perish.” he said, and he sounded bitter at it.

Blades could understand. “I’m sorry.” he said honestly.

Dreadwing sighed. “He died an honorable death. For that much, I am grateful.”

Kade cleared his throat, frowning. “Okay.” he said carefully. “But that doesn’t explain why you left the ‘Cons. Shouldn’t you have more reason to stay with the, if the Autobots killed your twin?”

Dreadwing growled lowly here. “No.” he denied. “The Autobots gave my brother a good death, a death I know Skyquake would not have been ashamed of. For all I resent the Autobots from taking my brother from me, it is War, and I cannot find fault in them removing an enemy from the battlefield.” He turned a sharp look to Kade. “It was the Starscream, however, who is a Decepticon, who desecrated my brother’s rest by defiling his corpse and turning him into a Terrorcon.”

Blades inhaled sharply, rage clouding his processor. He seethed, his rotors clamping tight to his spinal strut, his optics going dark and angry, and his hands curling into fists. Dani was the only one to notice, and she didn’t want to draw attention to him just yet.

“Terrorcon? Cody asked.

“A zombie.” Boulder offered, looking sick. Actually, all the bots look sick. “Or the closest equivalent to it there is for Cybertronians.”

And now the humans all looked sick. “Oh.” Kade said. “That’s why you left.”

“Yes.” Dreadwing said darkly. “I learned the truth, and when I attempted to avenge my bother Megatron attempted to destroy me. It did not matter to him that Starscream had attempted to assassinate and betray him on countless occasions. He sought my death in order to protect a known traitor.” he growled. “Starscream turned my brother into something twisted and abhorrent. That is why I left.” he finished.

“I’m surprised you didn’t rip his spark out.” Blades hissed. Stunned gazes turned to the copter, and everyone was alarmed to see just how angry he looked. “I’d have tried to, in your place.”

The only one who wasn’t surprised was Dreadwing. “I did try, and I was almost killed for it. I will avenge Skyquake one day, little one. But for now, calm yourself.”

Blades actually snarled at that. His rotors rattled aggressively, the smaller ones in his pedes whirling to life with a loud buzzing, and his engine all but roared with fury. “Just the idea of someone doing that-!” he cut himself off, snarling again. Dreadwing was quick to pick Dani off the youngling’s shoulder and set her down.

“Blades.” he snapped. The others were too frozen in shock at the sight of the usually bubbly copter so aggressive.

“No!” Blades snapped. “If someone did that to ‘Aid, or Groove, or Streetwise, or Hot Spot, or any of them, I’d rip them apart myself!”

Dreadwing narrowed his optics, his processor working quickly. There was no reason for the youngling to get so upset at the idea of a spark sibling being so badly defiled, no reason for him to take it so personally. And those names…

“You are gestalt, aren’t you, little one?”

That was enough to snap Blades out of his angry haze, and his optics shot wide. Fear swamped his field, and his rotors abruptly silenced and clamped back against his spine while the rotors in his pedes cut off with a sharp grinding noise. “What?”

“Given your reaction, and those names you said….it is the only conclusion that makes sense.”

“Wait, Blades…you’re part of a gestalt?” Boulder asked, his own optics blown wide.

“That…would explain your reaction.” Chase offered hesitantly.

“Blades.” Heatwave prompted at the copter’s continued silence.

“Uh, hello? Clueless humans here!” Dani called. “Blades, put me back up. Also, what’s a gestalt?”

The youngling bent down, allowing his partner to climb her way back up to his shoulder before he sat up. He sagged, looking defeated,

“A gestalt is the other way Cybertronians can have siblings.” he said quietly. “It happens in the Well. Most of the time, the Well creates on spark at a time. Creating a living spark is a complex process, so it can’t afford to create too many at once. Every once in a while though, the Well has an excess of energy, undetectable to any technology. When that happens, it creates multiple sparks at once. If all those sparks survive to the edge of the Well, then the excess energy pulls them together into one large, massive spark. Many sparks, becoming one. They remain combined until the energy stabilizes, and then split into the original number again and that’s when the protoforms are created around the sparks.” He sighed. “When that happens, all the bots in that group are linked. They were created by the Well together, and they were merged together by the Well to bind their sparks. That’s a gestalt. Because of the spark merge that occurred in the Well, gestalt can actually merge themselves again outside of it. They can push together their sparks and processors and very beings to become a singular bot. Gestalt frames are even adapted to that they can physically combine, each member becoming a different body part, in order to form the body of a new, larger mech while their sparks combine to form the mech’s own spark. Many, becoming one.” Blades looked down. “My brothers and I are that. We can combine to form Defensor. I’m the arm.” he said weakly.

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Part 3