#I might write this later

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

YALL HEAR ME OUT!!

We all love some Ghostface Miguel going after reader , BUT how about Ghostface Miguel and ghostface Peter going reader like how Stu and billy did in the first scream movie, but not to kill her just because they want her to be theirs and only theirs.

[humaforever]

Ok totally random (supposed to be cleaning my apartment but can’t get this out my head and I can’t clean unless I ask so)if like Harry/uma were like singing to their baby and one of them walks in and is just like

“what are you two doing”

OR

Starts singing to I feel that would be adorable

That's actually a good prompt...

But I personally feel like it would be the second option. They don't even realize they start doing it, but just like that they're both standing there singing to their baby.

[halfbakedideas]

christmas aziracrow/ineffable spouses fic idea inspired by an ornament i got this past christmas.

aziraphale’s at a market (maybe he went there looking for books) and sees the below ornament — silver or platinum metal instead of rose-gold — at a stall. he gets it purely because it reminds him of crowley’s hair and eyes.

and every year after that day, azi hangs it on his christmas tree. crowley doesn’t know/notice until after armageddon’t.

say, they are sitting together in the shop the first christmas after, with crowley facing the tree and azi with his back to it, they’re talking or just doing something together when the demon pauses mid-sentence because something on the tree has caught his eye.

[treepan0]

okay, okay here's the brain ramble.

believe it or not goldfish work for Baby, the twins and Hatchiyack really well. (warning very rambly)

goldfish were originally carp that the chinese selectively bred for their ponds and aquarium, this was found after years of looking into the common aquarium mainstay.

contrary to popular belief goldfish are impressively smart with an impressive memory, the learn quickly who their caretaker is and are known to be surprisingly affectionate.

if a goldfish is properly kept they can live for more than a decade, completely contrary to the usual belief of them not living long.

goldfish are a highly invasive species and many advice against releasing them in the wild, they compete too well for food, they ruin the fish food they can't eat, and they reproduce at a high rate.

they carry diseases and parasites other fish are weak to, they're small in tanks but get much bigger in lakes and ponds were they have very little limitation. it's often recommended that they're simply set up for adoption or given away, rather than releasing them into the wild were their species has never been.

goldfish have impressive smell and hearing, they have impressive sight seeing up to 15 feet (4.5 meters) and seeing up to four primary colors which is more than a human.

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moving onto merfolk and their history before I get into the idea invading my brain, because yeah.

depending on where it was it would change it entirely. sometimes they would represent the more violent nature of the sea, causing chaos and even drowning sailors at times.

on the other end there's many positive representations, often representing the life and fertility within the sea. (there are depictions that don't fit into either of those mind you, just an interesting detail.)

regardless they're often described as beautiful woman of the sea in myths, as mermen and other merfolk outside of the binary were a more recent creation.

funny enough however gender often was not the focus of these myths, thus why other identities are presented in modern interpretations without raising a brow, unlike the satyr with satyrettes.

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now finally onto the idea:

you know how a lot of mermaid aus choose a marine life center as a starting point? well that's where we start, Cold and Bulma both run wildlife centers that are in competition with each other mostly friendly to improve their research, but it's the tuffles that forces Bulma to put the rivalry aside for once.

Hatchiyack is extremely aggressive to any saiyan that dares to get near him, quickly prompting violent behavior in the others as well forcing Bulma to move them to a seperate tank. but unfortunately the problems didn't stop there, because they keep bothering others from the separate tank.

so eventually Bulma gets so sick and tired of them antagonising all the saiyans who take rest there, she just transfers them over to Cold in hopes he will have better luck.

their kept in a connected but still separate tank to test their aggression again and see if it changes, thankfully they don't have any problems this time which Cold is thankful for. from listening to them and doing research on their aquatic half, he learns a lot about them.

mainly learning their history revealing why Bulma had problems with them, the fact the twins are still technically children even though they don't have the typical bronze like sheen of goldfish fry anymore.

how Dr. Lychee is an oldman, and Hatchiyack and Baby are in between the three in age. the fact Baby is more chatty than most of them, and Hatchiyack is the quietest.

but the biggest thing he learns is they quickly remember both of his sons, and can tell them apart with ease as they have memorised how all of them look. admittedly I see Baby making this the most clear, always popping up from the surface and using their proper name once he's heard it.

Baby teasing Frieza about Frost occasionally, occasionally conversing with anyone and everyone who willingly talk with him. (yes including other merfolk in the tank, he's really chatty and only the twins and Dr. Lychee would talk with him back in the day, so man probably appreciates others close to the same age to talk to.)

Cooler will just feed him like usual and this goof will just nuzzle his hand afterwards, leavinging him completely stunned and confused afterwards. (Goldfish are a highly affectionate species once they trust you, some will actually push into your hand if you put it in the tank, and it often confuses people who have never owned one, and I think it fits for him to get the more affectionate traits of goldfish)

imagine just chilling against the railing and this massive normally quite goldfish merman tired of his group mate's constant pining, and just straight up directly tells you that the smaller goldfish merman likes you, only to flip around and go back into the hiding place he likes to rest in. (Hatchiyack please I get it you're tired of Baby being a lovestruck goober, but you need to chill you are huge and kinda scare everyone when you approach them. Baby's torso is smaller than your hand, chill)

[twila-star]

Au that’s sort of like 'Sophia the First' premise.

Gon and Mito have always lived in the peasantry class, where life was difficult but they stuck together like thieves and made recreational fun with the other peasants around by making fun of the higher class aristocrats and nobility and all their lazy butts and excessive pomp and circumstance in their lives.

But then a letter was sent to tell Mito and Gon that it has come to the government's attention that Ging is of nobility standing, and as his family, they're sending their bank account info with their reserved fortune, and people to guide them to their new home in aristocrat road.

Mito and Gon both don't wanan go for multiple reasons, Mito doesn't want to be associated with Ging in anyway and his belated efforts in taking care of them, and Gon doesn't want to enter the stupid extravegant world of the nobility and all their judgey, ignornat ways.

But the other peasants have already began to treat the Freeces with contempt since they're of a higher class, so they might as well move. Gon is still against it all but at least they live on the Zoldyck Estates where there is a pretty fun and gorgeous teen on the lot, even if all the other families on the estate are just as uppity as he thought

[gluttonygirls]

pentuplesized

Full on bedridden or having to brace against the wall?~

The latter, extremely horny that she's close to the former~

[justletmereadmyfic]

What if Hob had face blindness? What if he was only ever able to recognize "his Stranger" by the fact he was always conspicuously wearing a ruby the size of a chicken egg?

So when Dream finally shows up in 2022, and tells him "I've heard it's impolite to keep one's friends waiting," Hob has absolutely NO IDEA who this is.

But he knows it's not his Stranger, because it's not 2089, his Stranger would never refer to himself as Hob's friend, and despite all the black, there's no ruby in sight.

Options are A: Reply with, "Hey, uh, you. Good to see you," and Dream thinking nothing of the fact that Hob is completely skirting around using his name in their conversation, because Hob's never known it. While Hob is just thanking his blessings that this guy seems to only want to know what Hob has been up to, because Hob can hardly ask him about his work or kids when he doesn't know what he does or if he has any. Dream leaves thinking, "That went much better than I was expecting. He wasn't angry, and didn't even demand to know why I missed our last appointment," while Hob is just relieved he made it through this conversation, and still under the impression his Stranger has likely kicked him to the curb for good.

Or Option B: Hob knows he didn't have plans to meet up with anyone today, and replies with "I'm sorry, do I know you? I think you might have mistaken me for someone else." One-Hit K.O. to the Dream King. Hob hates him and is now pretending not to know him. But it's no less than he deserves.

[ashoss]

needed to draw kori and this is what came from it

[redactedrem]

Headcanon where after so many arguments between the batkids and Bruce over his paranoia and complete disregard for his kids privacy, the entire family had compromised with (in the healthiest way possible) downloading life360 on their phones and that's how they all keep track of each other.

Now Bruce knew that this is mostly for his benefit and is supposed to be a healthy alternative for his unhealthy paranoia and helicopter parenting, but what he wasn't expecting was for his kids to start keeping track of him.

He's putting gas in his car and Dick calls him because apparently Dick has been watching him drive around on the app? And Bruce is currently at a gas station thats right around the corner from a Taco Bell and now Dick wants him to get food for everyone since he's already there.

He's driving home from a meeting and Steph calls him because her and Duke were shopping in the area and wants to know if he can pick them up, when he asks how she knew he was on the same street, he gets a "Oh I just like to stalk everyone on the app for funsies." as an answer.

Jason calls him and he can barely get out a hello before Jason cuts him off, "Bruce why the fuck is your phone battery on 5%, charge your damn phone" which completely stuns him because why does he know that. He clears his throat before answering. "Jason, what?"

"Everyone can see each others phone batteries on '360, now charge your phone." Is all he gets before Jason hangs up on him.

[imagine-shenanigans]

thinking about you going up to three broad shouldered men in a bar because your crazy ex/some random creep/etc is following you and you beg them to pretend they know you. You slide into the empty space at the table theyve commandeered and right as the other guy comes up a scary looking big motherfucker with a balaclava and eyeblack slots himself right in next to you. You press yourself into his side when the creep comes up and you call Ghost your boyfriend, and Ghost (as you later learn to call him) grabs your hip possessively, tucking you in closer.

He doesn't let you go, later, when the creep fucks off. Instead, he slips your phone out of your pocket and puts his contact inside. Texts himself and slips it back into your pocket while making eye contact. Blows smoke in your face and snorts when you wave it away, huffing at him and sticking your cute little tongue out at him.

You have fun with the military men that night, Ghost even walks you home to feel safe. You wake up the next day, happy to be safe and sound, and go about your day. Forget all about Ghost for awhile, because he never texts you first.

Weeks later, youre in the middle of your kitchen when he walks in, a copy of your key in his hand. Slots himself in behind you and rests his chin on your head even when you panic and claw at him.

What? He's home now, came home to you, his partner. Just like you wanted, right? You wanted him, now you've got him.

[alicewonderao3]

“All you gotta do is smile that smile, and there go all my defenses. Just leave it up to you and in a little while, you’re messing up my mind and filling up my senses. Here you come again, looking better than a body has a right to, and shaking me up so all I really know, is here you come again, and here I go.”

I’m picturing this running through the head of a fem!reader with a massive crush on Aaron. But she’s convinced herself she can’t have him, he doesn’t like her that way, so she tells herself that todays the day she gives up her crush, but then he walks out of his office with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up, and she melts. Or she watches him dress down an uncooperative police chief in the town they are working the case in and she’s just like, “damn,” or he smiles at her and she’s lost.”

I love Dolly Parton for providing me more inspiration in the morning. Gonna try to write tonight.

[i-eat-bugs-and-dirt]

JONATHAN SIMS PRIEST AU! FORCED CONFESSIONS! PEOPLE BEING FORCED TO RELIVE THEIR CONFESSED SINS IN THEIR DREAMS OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!! RELIGIOUS GUILT MARTIN!! THE FEAR ENTITIES SOMEHOW LINKED TO THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS! IM GOING INSANE!

[neptunym]

weirdos

[zinepunk]

Some thoughts on the end of arcane season 2:

Wow that was even gayer than expected /pos

Episode 7 was damn incredible. Everything I ever wanted from this show, especially with the “what could have been” themes

I know I wasn’t supposed to find it funny but I cracked tf up every time the alternate realities switched. Like it’d go from Ekko on a date in ideal Zaun being like “nooo I HATE parties :(“ to Jayce GOING THROUGH IT eating raw meat alone in a cave lmaoooo

TimeBomb canon letsgoooooo

GAY SEX???? GAYY??? SEX?!?!?!?

IN A JAIL CELL FOR SOME REASON???? I mean slay ig??

Side note I had a dream that Vi and Caitlyn had sex but woke up and was like damn too bad they’ll never do that in canon. I’m a prophet 😎

Mel’s character design somehow got even better and I love that for her (rip about the mommy issues tho)

Also what was up with Skye being savage as hell? Viktor being like “I’ll miss our talks” and her being like “no you won’t” Tf???!?

Ekko slayed this season but what’s new

Ekko putting Jinx on a suicide watch by rewinding time every time she killed herself was funny as hell ngl. Speaking as someone who’s been monitored 24/7 for that exact reason

I wanna know what the hell Ekko said to Jinx to convince her to not only not die but also save everyone cuz I feel like we missed some steps

Look I know JayVik didn’t become OFFICIALLY canon like the others but that confession was gay as hell. They’re canon to me idc

The reveal that the mage who saved Jayce as a kid was Viktor all along?? Side note, my dad actually predicted that by accident because he couldn’t remember who was who so yay dad

I know this isn’t important whatsoever but VIKTOR WITH A BEARD CAN GET IT

Jinx’s new hair is really growing on me but unfortunately it only lasted like 30 mins

I can’t believe jinx fucking died. I seriously didn’t think they’d kill off one of the main characters

Also did Jayce and Viktor die? That was super unclear like where did they go??

I feel like Vi and Sevika really got the short end of the stick with this ending since both of them had at least two found families EACH die off completely

Anyway in summary I LOVED the ending and the little seeds it planted for future spin offs. Once again I watched the whole thing jaw dropped. I kept thinking “wouldn’t it be crazy if they did xyz? But they wouldn’t do thaaaat” and then they FUCKING DID IT. 10/10 show, ended as beautifully as I’d hoped.

[voiice-of-the-soul]

It irritates me alot when people say that making medic more compassionate is ''missing the point of his character'' when he is literally shown to be in the comics.... did you miss the part where he showed concern for both sniper and miss pauling's well being in comic 5 and 6.

His actions are a combination of genuine attachment + clinical interest and these things do not cancel out one another. He is always pushing boundaries and going against the grain and i think this is what led to him losing his license in the first place. He felt stifled by the rules imposed on him.

He is shown to be extremely passionate so it makes sense that he would use his endless fascination with medicine as a way to show his affection. He loves his friends so he will find a way to make them borderline indestructible. Malpractice is his love language.

[imaroyalmess]

An Apprentice’s (Unofficial) Guide to House Garments

based on @energ00n 's apprentice AU! (i'm obsessed with the concept of apprentices making up garment rules)

Wc: 2.1k

The datapad—an older model with discolored spots, showing where servos touched its framing—is the first thing Orion Pax’s optics land on as he walks into his new room. Orion snatches the datapad and tilts his helm as he reads the title over again. A peek at the contents shows that it begins with Hey newbie followed by three exclamation glyphs (an overabundance of any glyph, if you asked Orion).

Orion glances up and catches his own gaze in a mirror hanging in front of him. It’s strange, seeing two sheer fabric pieces delicately flowing over the hard metal of his arms—he’s hesitant to move his arm joints in fear of tearing it. That, as well as the jewelry occupying the space where his cog would be creates a vision that’ll take some getting used to.

He pries his optics away and down to the datapad again, dermas pinching as his processor whirrs. Prima explained to him how to care for his garment personally and what if, since the datapad looks old, the data was outdated? No, safer to follow Prima’s instructions and not confuse himself.

Orion places the datapad to the side and sets off to explore his new home.

~

Hello newbie!!!

Congratulations to you and your new position! There’s so much you need to know before you get started. If you wanna make friends, then you’ll wanna keep reading, little mech!

It’s most important that you know about your House garment. No, no, not how to wash oil stains out of it (though that’s good to know!), I’m talking about the meaning behind what you do with it.

Lucky for you, I’ve compiled a list for your easy reference! Learn them well, little mech!!

DO: Wear your House garment at all times! I’ve been told it’s respectful to the Primes. Also helpful so we can tell each other apart. Usually only an apprentice’s special somebot sees them without it! Even then, maybe not.

~

D-16 has always been a stickler for the rules. It’s structure—it’s security. He can’t afford to slip up and never lets that resolve waver. So how exactly did he let pretty blue optics lure him into a cargo hold that supposedly has a passage leading into the (highly forbidden) archives? D-16 isn’t sure.

“Orion Pax,” D-16 hisses, “you idiot, there’s no way—”

Orion hushes him with a digit to his dermas and a wink. D-16 lowers his voice. “Why did you drag me into this?”

Orion pries the cover away from the passage and lowers it to the ground, a soft clank echoing. “I need you to keep watch for me, ‘kay? It’s a tight squeeze for me so you definitely wouldn’t fit.”

D-16 frowns, a retort fully prepped in his processor, but then Orion unclips his garment and D-16’s vocalizer short circuits. For a horrifying and long nanoklik, only static emits from his voice box. “Wh–Pax, what are you doing?!”

“I told you.” Orion rolls his optics. “Barely enough room in there and I can’t risk ripping my clothes up. Prima would offline me.”

He slips the sheer fabric over his helm and presents it to D-16 with splayed servos. Primus, help him. It takes D-16 exactly 1.46 kliks to reboot and shake his helm vehemently. “No? I…you want me to—”

“It’s just my garment,” Orion states, playful but also firm in a way that says I don’t have time to argue. “I’m not asking you to do anything else. Keep it safe?”

Just my garment. If Orion’s antics don’t get him expelled, his cluelessness would. However, he’s correct about one thing, and it’s that their time is running out.

D-16 half-snatches half-cradles the garment, careful not to let the ends touch the ground. With a deep intake D-16 says, “Go. Before they spot us.”

Orion grins, scrambling his way through the crawl space, leaving D-16 to listen for passing mechs. The fabric feels smooth between his digits.

~

DON’T: touch another apprentice’s attire, especially(!) without their permission. A passing touch may be an accident but deliberately grabbing is almost like a kiss!!! Don’t kiss or put your dermas on their clothing either. That has…intimate implications I won’t discuss here.

~

Orion loves watching Megatronus Prime spar with D-16. The size difference between the two could be laughable, if it weren’t for the ferocity that overtakes D-16’s faceplate and the corrections Megatronus throws out to him. Multiple times, Orion’s systems remind him to function as he watches—his friend is a vision under his Prime’s tutelage, all gritted denta, radiating optics, and arcing gauntlets.

Once satisfied, the looming Prime kneels before his apprentice and speaks lowly to him. Orion’s audials are unable to pick up what’s said but the open and hungry way D-16 receives his feedback sates him. Megatronus returns to his full height, nods to release D-16 from his training for the day and Orion perks up at the gesture.

“D!” Orion calls. His friend pads over to what’s becoming Orion’s usual spot, a barely-there smile on his dermas.

“You been waiting long?” D-16 asks, setting his practice spear against the wall.

Orion shakes his helm. A white lie—he’s been there longer than he should’ve but it’s not his fault that watching D-16 fight is so fascinating. “What were you learning today?”

D-16 dutifully launches into the intricacies of battle strategy and close-ranged combat. Orion props his helm up with his loose fist as he listens—mostly listens, at least. That task becomes difficult as the jargon grows thick and D-16’s broad servos capture Orion’s attention as they move in small motions.

An idea pops into his processor. “Why don’t you show me?”

A pause, then D-16 scoops up his practice spear, muttering, “It’ll look stupid without an opponent.”

Orion hops over the half-wall that’s been separating them and bounces over to stand in front of his friend. “I’m right here though.”

“No,” D-16 said immediately. “It’s not safe.”

“C’mon, D,” Orion teases. “I trust you.”

D-16 cycles his optics and Orion’s lopsided grin grows. “It’s not about that. You don’t know what you’re doing and even if it’s not real, I could hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Orion states, full of confidence.

“I could,” D-16 argues. “Then Prima would offline me for harming his one and only apprentice—”

Orion begins to circle D-16, close enough to reach but far enough that he could evade it. “I know what you’re doing, Pax. It’s not going to work.”

“Is it not?” Orion teases as he keeps in D-16’s blindspot, his friend calmly trying to catch sight of him again. He takes a chance while behind him, dashing out and giving the purple fabric of D-16’s House garment a good tug.

“Pax,” D-16 chastises. Yes, it’s a sparkling-like move, Orion knows and does not quite care. He does it again, giggles erupting from his vocalizer as D-16’s calmness dissipates.

Orion manages to tug at D-16’s garment twice more before D-16’s arm snaps out, captures the joint above Orion’s servos, and crowds him against the nearby wall. The yellow of D-16’s optics blaze. Orion notices how close they are, how his friend’s weight is the only thing that keeps him upright, and he grins.

D-16 growls, “Orion.” And honestly? Orion isn’t sure what’s going through his processor when his reaction to hearing D-16 say his name is to bite down on the gathered cloth by one of the gauntlets he’d been admiring earlier.

D-16 drops him. His aft hits the ground with a rough clank and Orion cries out, “hey!”

But D-16 isn’t listening. His optics are focused on the spot where Orion’s intake fluid darkened cloth’s already deep purple. D-16’s expression is horrified.

“Oh scrap, D.” Orion scrambles to his pedes. “It should go away, right? I’ve never—D! Where are you going? Wait!”

Before Orion can say another word, D-16 runs—no, sprints—out of the practice arena, leaving Orion there alone wondering what he’d done wrong.

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DO: keep your garment clean! It’s polite and respectful, blah blah blah, you should know this. But! What you don’t know is that leaving a mark on another apprentice’s garment, accidental or not, is a serious offense! You tear it, that’s a show of disrespect to the apprentice and their House and you might have to fight them. On the other servo, if you, say, put a small decal on the cloth, you’re effectively marking that mech as your own. Same goes for intake fluid, though that just tells everyone that you and that bot are...together in a different sense. Catch my drift? 

~

“I’m sorry, D.”

“What for?”

“I don’t know but I made you upset, didn’t I?”

“...no. You didn’t.”

~

DON’T: wear another House’s garment!!! Unless you’re ready to be conjunxes. And I’m serious! It’s saying your devotion to that mech is equivalent to your devotion to your Prime. Ask yourself, little mech. Would you swear undying fealty to them? Would you choose that mech over your Prime? No? Then don’t do this.

(Okay, I might be a little overdramatic, but seriously, don’t.)

~

What fascinates Orion is how different the textiles feel from one another. He’s read about the arts and asked on multiple occasions to speak with the bot who made his House clothes because he must know more. Orion shifts the material of D-16’s garment between his digits, reveling in the weight and watching the fabric fold as he moves.

He drapes a length of it over his arm and turns to D-16, who’s dozing in and out of a light rest cycle. “Do you think purple would suit me?”

“Hm?”

Orion nudges his friend with the bend of his arm still wrapped in material. This time, D-16 rouses, even if only a little. “Your House garment, silly. How does it look?”

“Fine,” D-16 says.

“Just fine?” Orion complains. “You’re the meanest friend ever. You won’t even let me try?”

D-16 resettles his helm. “Not mean. ‘M honest.”

Orion shoves his shoulder plate, only serving to further tangle himself. “Your honesty is mean.”

“Would you prefer a more elaborate answer?”

“Not anymore,” Orion mutters. This time, he lets D-16 rest as he lays the garment over his lap and smoothes out the wrinkles he’s made. 

~

Congrats!!! Now you’re fully equipped to take on the social terrain in the House of Primes!!

In case you didn’t read all that, basically, keep to your own business and every other bot will keep to theirs. You’re lucky you have me to help you out with this because I didn't have anyone explain it to me and I broke about every rule before an apprentice told me. I was so embarrassed!!! No need to thank me though, little mech, whoever you may be. Just have fun! Be responsible! Follow these rules!!! I promise, you’ll have a better time if you do. Byeeee ;)

~

D-16 might cease to function—if he hasn’t already. On this particular solar cycle, Orion had dragged D-16 into another one of his schemes and deemed his quarters the meeting point. The door slid open, Orion welcomed him inside, and D-16’s optics landed on a datapad that made his spark drop.

That thing isn’t supposed to exist—not physically, anyway. How did it get here? How in Primus’ glory does Orion have it?!

“D?” Orion cuts through his panic.

“Have you…” D-16 can barely force his vocaliser to say the words. “Have you read it?”

Orion raises an optical ridge. Confused but fond. “Read what?”

A digit points at the datapad, though D-16 didn’t consciously give the command for it to do so. “That.”

“Oh that?” Orion ambles over to the offending object. “It was here when I moved in. Weird right? Maybe Prima put it here in case I forgot what he told me?”

D-16’s joints creak with the effort it takes to stride over and pick up the datapad. “You don’t need it though, do you?”

Please say no, D-16’s processor screams.

Orion laughs, though his confusion melds into concern as well. “No, I guess not…did you need it? You can take it, if you do.”

And D-16 then and there wishes Orion Pax had chosen a better friend, one who he deserves. Except, D-16 is also selfish and cold in ways where Orion is warm—he doesn’t wish that, in actuality. (It feels kinder to say that he does. Orion deserves kind.)

“Thanks,” D-16 says for lack of any explanation that wouldn’t be a flat-out lie.

Then Orion smiles at him, as he always does, and pats him on the chest plate, right next to his empty cog slot, right on his garment. D-16 musters a quirk of his dermas and tucks the datapad away from Orion’s prying optics. It’s hard to feel guilty about it, when Orion seems so content and his servos make his garment so warm.

~~~

A/N: tysm for reading! i'm sorry if i got any details wrong, i read all the comics over again to make sure i got it all correct but just in case i missed something! please check out the main comic if you haven't already. the worldbuilding, writing, and art style are all stunning!