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[sincerlyus]

Reverse Falls!!

Soo this is my take on Reverse Falls!! I don't really know which are the original designs or which are the new personalities that each character adapts, so I made my own headcanons!! :3

It should be noted that there are characters who do not change personalities with anyone, but rather their personalities are more exaggerated or are opposite to the originals. Or (in the case of McGucket) their relationships are different so they change their way of being progressively.

EXPLANATION TIME:

This is quite long, I'm going to explain the personalities of each one and how they relate to various characters. Credits to: hours of daydreaming and Google Translate  (TW: child abuse, emotional and physical abuse, homophobia, classism. I don't know if there's anything else, just in case)

Pacifica Northwest: Outgoing and very expressive. She didn't know Gideon very well until her parents sent her to Reverse Falls. She likes to knit, draw, and has a lot of stuffed animals. She has a lot of hair, and likes to do different hairstyles every day ("to be innovative"), cries when she has to cut it. She is very affectionate with Gideon and tries to get him out of his shell. She is a little insecure, but likes to see the positive side of things. She gets along very well with Bud, although sometimes she feels he is a little weird. Symbol: Llama (on her sweater)

Gideon Gleefull: Insecure, has little self-confidence, very skittish and anxious. Has a habit of chewing when he is thinking, like OG!Dipper (chewing on pens, his shirt, etc.). He didn't really know how to talk to Paz at first since the first time they met they were very little, what was she going to say?, was a "Hello" enough?, a handshake?, a complicated handshake?, was she going to ignore him? Paz simply gave him a big hug when she got off the bus (+ gave him a sweater she made on the way). Symbol: Telepathy star (in his hat)

Bud Gleefull: Ultimate scammer. Very friendly and funny, although sometimes a little intimidating. Bye Hawaiian shirts. Very patient with Gideon. He is basically the “cool uncle/dad”. He put Paz to work the day she arrived, although he became attached very quickly and gave her family privileges (he does the same with Gideon).

Mason “Dipper” Pines: He is still very insecure but is able to feign confidence when standing on stage with his sister. He still has a lot of passion for science, he is not very affectionate, he holds back his emotions as he does not want to look vulnerable, especially in front of Stanford. He has a lot of respect for Ford (or rather, fear), being his apprentice he sees him more as a teacher, a superior figure than as an uncle; however he has very little respect for Stan, threatening him and making fun of him. He does not usually use his amulet much, only to practice tricks or in his shows. He has a very distant relationship with his sister, similar to that of the Stan twins. They have many disagreements, but they still have each other's back, especially when Ford is aggressive with one of them. The most sincere relationship he has is with F, although he still treats him like an employee, knowing that he was one of the brilliant minds behind the portal he respects him. Sometimes he discusses theories and shares discoveries with him (although he is embarrassed to think that his only "friend" is an employee of his uncle). Once he met Gideon and Paz, he was able to show his more fragile side and be himself, although he doesn't consider them completely friends (that changes post-weirdmageddon). Symbol: Pine tree (a small pin)

Mabel Pines: A spoiled brat, basically. She's very charming and friendly on stage and with guests at the Pines' many parties, but she's very whiny and selfish behind the scenes. She's not at all affectionate, to the point that she hates physical contact, especially if it's from townspeople. She resents her brother a lot for being Ford's "favorite" (he doesn't really have favorites, he's just less strict with Dipper because he's useful to him). She's Stan's spoiled child, giving her what she wants when she wants it (they have a nice relationship actually, Stan being one of the only ones who comforts her when she's sad). Instead of knitting, she likes to design her own dresses and accessories for shows and parties (her guilty pleasure is arts & crafts, since it's a very "childish" activity for a Pines). Obsessed with Paz, but learns to respect her limits throughout the story. Symbol: Shooting Star (a small pin)

Stanley Pines: He basically swaps personalities with Bud, runs the Telepathy Tent, is very friendly, and is scared of his brother and the twins. He never gets involved in Ford's experiments, having a very tense relationship with him. He loves the twins very much but knowing the power they have with those amulets he prefers to go along with them and not question too much what they ask (he knows when to be firm but the one who really has an impact on them and can make them see reason is Ford). Symbol: Oyster(?? (on a necklace)

Stanford F. Pines: Did you think OG! Ford was a jerk? Well now he's twice as much! He doesn't have an ounce of empathy in him, he's very narcissistic and only cares about his projects and his image. He doesn't care at all about the twins, only seeing them as a way to make money, demanding the most out of them, and he doesn't hesitate to use violence if any of them get out of line. He's very distant with Stanley, speaking to him very dryly (or rather, barely speaking to him at all). He's almost a hermit, living in his laboratory, not letting the townspeople get to know him; although unlike OG! Ford, he cares a lot about how he presents himself in front of the public, taking care of his image and clothing. He's very demanding with Mabel, as he feels she's nothing more than a spoiled child, the image of the Telepathy Tent along with her brother. He is a bit kinder to Dipper, as he realizes that he has a brilliant mind for his age (though not more so than his own), so he includes him in many of his experiments and research if he proves useful; but excluding that, he is just as insensitive as he is with his twin, mistreating him if he does not comply with what is due. His relationship with McGucket is kinda weird: although they were friends in college, the power that Bill/Will offered him completely consumed him, being abusive to F, forcing him to work long nights, keeping him awake by force. He only sees him for his use: his great skill with mechanics (which Ford does not have, although he hates to mention it). Although he was in love with F while he was at Backupsmore, he currently has no romantic feelings towards him, considering him an employee, his assistant, nothing more. He has internalized homophobia (a gift from Filbrick) and classism, so he hates to remember when his relationship with F was one of equals, friends. It disgusts him to think about when he would get so emotional around him. Symbol: Six Fingered Hand (the diaries)

Fiddleford H. McGucket: He is still the brilliant mind he was in his youth, but stress eats him alive. He started to age very quickly thanks to it. He invented the memory gun to try to forget all the horrible things he witnessed or that Ford made him suffer, but his boss doesn't allow him to use it too much since it can damage his mental health and erase knowledge, making him less efficient and useful. He doesn't have a very deep relationship with Stanley, since he practically lives in the lab where Ford forces him to work, but they are able to talk whenever F has a break (almost never). He can't stand the twins too much, not only because he feels that they are very annoying, but because the simple presence of children in his day to day life reminds him a lot of Tate, with whom he no longer has contact. Everyone knows about the abusive relationship he has with Stanford, they are not indifferent to it but they try not to mention it or get involved in his affairs (practically out of fear of Ford).  Throughout his stay with Stanford he started developing an emotional dependence on him: not only did he make him feel that he was useless without him, but he uses violence on him when he is not fulfilling his duty, causing F to blame himself when this happens (What did he do wrong? What can he do to improve?). This got to the point where he started to hurt himself when he did not do something right. Ex: hitting himself when he noticed that his leg was bouncing in front of his anxiety (something that bothers Ford a lot), pulling out clumps of hair in front of the stress of not being able to achieve something, biting his nails, scratching himself, hitting his head (imagine Dobby from HP). Such actions and the mixed feelings he had towards Ford, made him develop masochism, enjoying when he inflicts pain on himself and when he is the victim of Ford's physical and psychological abuse, he clearly hid this for a while since it would look very unprofessional on his part.  Eventually his boss found out and used this to his advantage, being quite sadist himself (he enjoys watching or inflicting pain and/or humiliation on others, in this case, he gets sexual pleasure). So every time Ford needs to let off some steam, vent his frustrations (or is just horny), he uses Fiddleford to fulfill his fantasies, making F's wishes come true as well. He basically uses him as a sex toy, and F doesn't complain, having suffered so much emotional manipulation, he even considers himself lucky that his boss wants to be with him like this, even if it's NOT healthy. Symbol: Spectacles

Bill Cipher: I don't like the idea of ​​changing his name, so Bill stays. He's still the same chaotic demon as in the original series, but this time he's been tricked by Ford into working for him and doing his bidding. He's also forced to do the twins' bidding. We already know that Bill can change his shape and color, so I think all of his shame and self-pity manifests itself in his appearance, turning blue over time (any strong emotion makes him change his appearance). He manipulates Gideon and Paz, making them feel sorry for him so they'll do his bidding (it doesn't work, clearly). The people he has the most contact with are Ford and Fiddleford, as they spend most of their time in the basement where he's locked up.

So that's it. I don't really know how this timeline would work, considering the portal and the journals, but I just wanted to have fun with the character designs and relationships (I feel like the weirdmageddon would happen sooner than in the original timeline). If you want me to go deeper into certain relationships or characters, let me know!!(≧▽≦) I'll see if I can go deeper into the relationship between Ford and Fiddleford that you guys liked so much (you guys really like toxic yaoi, huh??). I'm thinking of making a fanfic or smt to explain their day to day life in the lab and how Ford invited F to work with him (SPOILER: it didn't go well...).

That's it ig, LIKE AND SUSCRIBE!!!1!!1!Σ(°ロ°)

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[24-7-testing]

The end of the year can be tough for a lot of people. My goal is to make it a little bit brighter! Announcing once again the return of..

The Portal Holiday Spirit Initiative!

To help bring a smile to people's faces this year, I am sending FREE Portal-Themed Holiday Cards to anyone who requests one!

This year's cards follow the same format as last year: there is only one card design, this time featuring artwork from your's truly! The cards are still customizable to any Winter Holiday of your choosing, but you'll have to wait for your card to arrive in order to customize it (the method takes cues from the Portal game's sense of humor, and is very much on-brand).

This year is PHSI's 6th year! I'm so grateful to everyone who has participated over the years, whether you've reblogged and shared, requested cards, helped with artwork, or helped in other ways. You all are so amazing! Thanks for volunteering your time, talents, and support to help make PHSI a special fandom tradition!

If you would like to receive a Portal-Themed Holiday Card:

Visit bit.ly/PHSI-2024 ...

Answer the questions in the forms...

Wait for your card to be sent!

It's that easy! Card Requests are now open, and close on December 20th in order to give me enough time to make and send all the cards before the end of the year. Please submit sooner rather than later so I have time to finish them all!

Also, please don’t be afraid to request a physical card if you don’t live in the US! The card service I use says they ship worldwide and, while it might take a bit longer for you to receive your card depending on what country you live in, the cards will get mailed to whatever address you provide, domestic or foreign. Last year I mailed/emailed a total of 111 cards to the United Kingdom, Canada, United States, Brazil, Romania, Poland, Australia, Germany, India, Japan, and New Zealand!

I’m glad to be a part of the Portal Fandom and hope to bring a smile to others in the Fandom this year, just as in years past! Designing and emailing Holiday Cards takes time and effort, and sending physical cards is expensive. While it isn't a requirement to receive a card, I would greatly appreciate if you'd like to give $4 to cover the cost of your card or someone else's. Please visit ko-fi.com/247testing and click the Donate button if you want to help out. Thanks!

Answers for common questions and concerns below:

Worried about providing a mailing address, for whatever reason?

PHSI has an eCard option! All you need to provide is a name for me to call you by and an email address to receive your card!

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PHSI mails to any address provided, whether domestic or foreign! However, please wait patiently for your card, due to the current global rate of shipping.

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Requesting a card from PHSI has been and will always be FREE! However, giving $4 to the initiative helps me pay for the printing service and postage to mail physical cards. I gratefully appreciate any contributions received, even if it’s just a comment saying thanks!

Worried because you don’t know how to support the artist of the card you received?

The artist’s social media is listed on the back of every card featuring their artwork. Look them up, commission them, reblog their art, and support them however you can!

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Double check your email inbox and junk folders. I send everyone an email that either confirms your Holiday Card has shipped or includes your eCard! Physical cards take 1-2 weeks to arrive. If your physical card fails to show up after the first week of January, please reach out to me and I’ll send you a replacement eCard!

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Make a post about it! Include pictures, videos, or anything you’d like, and tag me in the post (@24-7-testing) so I can reblog it! If you don’t want to show your card off, that’s ok too!

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The Secrets of the Void: Entering the Ultimate Psychic State

Introduction: The Void is a profound state of consciousness where the mind transcends ordinary reality, offering deep psychic insights and spiritual experiences. Tapping into the Void can amplify your intuitive abilities and connect you with higher realms.

How to Enter the Void:

Prepare your space by choosing a quiet, comfortable location where you won’t be disturbed. Start by meditating deeply, focusing on your breath, and slowly clearing your mind of all thoughts. Visualize yourself floating in a vast, dark space, where nothing exists but you. Surrender fully to the emptiness, letting go of all expectations and concerns.

Practice deep, slow breathing to calm your nervous system and help you enter a state of deep relaxation. Light candles or incense to create a serene atmosphere, enhancing your focus on entering the Void. Use calming music or binaural beats designed to help reach altered states of consciousness. Try grounding yourself first by imagining roots growing from your body into the Earth, anchoring you in the present moment.

Adopt a comfortable posture, either sitting or lying down, that allows you to remain still for an extended period. Keep your eyes closed to reduce external stimuli and enhance your inward focus. Set a clear intention before you begin, asking for guidance or clarity during your journey into the Void. Practice mindfulness, bringing your awareness fully into the present moment, letting go of past and future thoughts.

Repeat a mantra or affirmation that helps you detach from your everyday thoughts and enter a deeper state. Focus on the space between your thoughts, allowing the silence to expand. Imagine yourself dissolving into the darkness, becoming one with the Void. Let go of the need to control your experience, allowing whatever arises to do so naturally.

Use visualization techniques to see the Void as a gateway to deeper understanding and insight. Imagine a doorway or portal in your mind’s eye that leads directly into the Void. Focus on your third eye, the center of your forehead, as a way to enhance your psychic awareness. Release all tension in your body, letting it melt away as you sink deeper into relaxation.

Practice yoga or gentle stretching beforehand to prepare your body for stillness. Keep a journal nearby to record any insights or experiences that come to you after your session. Set a timer to avoid checking the time, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the experience. Consider fasting or eating lightly before your session to enhance mental clarity.

Focus on your breath, counting each inhale and exhale to help quiet the mind. Use crystals like amethyst or clear quartz to enhance your connection to the Void. Practice regularly, as entering the Void becomes easier with time and experience. Start with short sessions, gradually increasing the time spent in meditation.

Visualize yourself surrounded by a protective light, ensuring your journey into the Void is safe. Allow yourself to drift off if you feel sleepy; sometimes, the Void can be accessed in the space between wakefulness and sleep. Use essential oils like lavender or sandalwood to help calm the mind and body. Focus on the feeling of weightlessness, as if you’re floating in the vastness of space.

Clear your mind of all distractions, both internal and external, before you begin. Listen to your intuition, following any guidance or impressions you receive during your journey. Stay patient and persistent, as entering the Void can take practice and dedication. Consider using a guided meditation specifically designed to help you reach the Void.

Trust the process, even if your experience is subtle or different from what you expected. Be open to whatever messages or insights come to you, even if they seem unrelated at first. Allow yourself to feel the vastness and silence of the Void, embracing the stillness. Reflect on your experience afterward, noting any shifts in your awareness or understanding.

Practice detachment, letting go of any need for a specific outcome or experience. Keep your mind open, allowing the Void to reveal itself to you in its own time. Approach each session with a sense of curiosity and wonder, exploring the unknown depths of your consciousness.

[twipsai]

god, this took me DAYS to make, but i finally finished my interpretation of Dedf1sh and Paul throughout the years!!! some notes under the cut lol

2015

Ahato and Marina are childhood friends, Marina was even there for her when her parents passed. Marina helped her take care of Paul when they were growing up to the point that Paul considered her a second big sister. this, of course, changed when

the two worked on music together when Ahato wasnt working (which she got increasingly busier up until she left to go to kamabo), and the melody for Chopscrewey and Crush were made by them during this time!

while Paul was a musical genius, he did struggle in school quite a bit as his creative drive often overwrote his working drive :P

the skull/octo logo is a logo they made for themselves for when they got to the surface and formed a band together

Ahato dropped out of school to work full-time to support her and Paul (which,,, isnt very uncommon for octarian families)

2017

the Kamabo sanitization program (tm) requires patients to remove strings such as shoelaces and hoodie strings from their clothing to reduce the risk of them trying to strangle themselves or each other, which is why Ahato doesnt have shoelaces

Paul didnt go to the surface until he was recruited to Sashimori, and started living with the three of them

Ahato has amnesia, she knows she had a family, but cant quite remember who they were or where she even came from. most of her memories are muscle memory, which is why she remembers how to make music and such

Ahato cant hear anything around her-- she wont become out-right aggressive when approached like most sanitized octos are, but she will be a little jittery and on-guard

2022

im not really prepared to say too much about Ahato/Acht here bc of how little we know about her role in side order as of writing this (1/7/2024)

Paul has mostly moved on from trying to find Ahato, while he does wish they could be reunited, a lot of his memories of that time have become fuzzy... he wouldnt be able to recognize her face if he saw it.

Ahato's dress got ripped when she first left kamabo (which was a few months after octo expansion)-- she found some red thread to stitch it up and lace up her shoes! :D

on that note, the addition of more red in her design is to symbolize how more and more memories of her life are resurfacing-- same thing with being able to see her eye on her visor

also her eye is supposed to look like a turret from portal lol

Paul regularly commutes from inkopolis to splatsville-- i think he went crazy for the alterna tracks when they were first recovered lol

andddd,,, thats it!!! if you have any questions about my headcanons for these two, feel free to ask in my inbox!!! though i dont have EVERYTHING fleshed out yet, im still waiting for side order to release before i figure it all out ^^;

[snekwritesstuff]

Take A Break (pt. 1 of ?)

Pairing: none in this specific part, but eventual BillFiddlesFord/Doomed Polycule/Cursed Love Triangle/whatever it is we're calling this Word Count: 1,251 Warnings: Bill's a little shit, will probably get worse as this goes on, but I'm aiming for as healthy of a relationship as this can be. Eventually. I'm also playing extremely fast and loose with canon, so don't think too hard about it. :)

these absolute buffoons have been plaguing my every waking moment. i HAD to write something. enjoy!

Winter in Oregon was unbearable. It didn't matter how many layers Fiddleford buried himself in, how close he was to the fire, or how much soup and hot chocolate he consumed. He was freezing.

Ford had been busy with the portal as per usual, and while he hadn't missed Christmas per se, the holiday was glossed over. Fidds had spent months on those gloves. He'd also gotten chewed over the phone so harshly for forgetting his wife's present (a mistake he needed to type into the memory gun soon) that the chill in his body wasn't solely from the weather. He had to figure something out with Emma May or he'd lose her, too.

Not that Ford was lost. He was just.. distant. Talking to himself in all hours of the night. Muttering about equations and theories and designs…and Bill.

Bill. What a character. Fidds had left his wife and children for Ford, and yet Ford would rather gallivant with a triangle (???) than spare him a second thought. Whether demonic manipulation had its role or Ford really was just that emotionally ignorant, Fidds was on the backburner. Had been for a while.

He heaved a sigh into his mug. It wouldn't be so bad if he could just get to know Bill. Ford trusted anyone that could stroke his ego, bless him, but Fidds was more calculated than that. That and, well, Bill was a demon. But surely not all demons are bad. Right? If Ford could put so much trust in him, then surely Fidds could give him a chance. 

That settled it. Fidds would march down to the basement and talk to that triangle. In the morning. When he felt like getting out of his bundle of blankets. 

~~~

Ford cleared his throat as he gave Fidds a worried glance. “You want to talk to Bill?”

Fidds could feel himself break into a cold sweat. “I-If that’s possible, then yes.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” Ford trailed, rubbing the back of his neck and looking towards the floor. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and when they opened again they looked almost pained.

“What’s the matter with you?” Fidds asked, crossing his arms. “You’re ramblin’ about this demon all the live-long day, but when I wanna properly meet ‘im, I can’t get a word outta you.”

“It’s not that simple, Fidds, he–” Ford shook his head. “I don’t want him to hurt you.”

“I can handle a few mean jabs, Ford, been doin’ it my whole life.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Ford’s gaze pinned Fidds to the floor.

“Talk to me, Ford.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can!” Fidds exclaimed. “I’ve been–You–” With a harsh sigh, Fidds pressed a hand to his shaking head. “Y’know Ford, I’ve staked a lot to be out here with you. My career and my marriage for starters. But–”

“And I can’t thank you enough for that, Fidds–”

“Ford.”

The air went quiet for a moment, the pair stewing in the tension, before Fidds continued. 

“But…Here lately, you’re spendin’ all your time with this Bill character, and I don’t even know what he looks like! I just wanna know who the mysterious third gear in this machine is, so I can learn to trust ‘im, and everything can go back to whatever our definition of normal is. And if that don’t convince you, then, I’m sorry, Ford, but I don’t know if I can keep doin’ this.”

Ford’s eyes lit up in a panic as he rushed forward and took Fidds’ shoulders in his hands. “No, no no, Fidds, you don’t understand. I need you. I need you here, for this project, for my sanity. My Muse is patient, and I’m forever grateful, but if you don’t help me, then…then…”

At the pause, Fidds gently murmured, “Ford?”

“It’s nothing. Never mind.”

“Ford!”

The scientist straightened his posture and turned back towards the portal, his hand covering his mouth. With a shaky exhale, he dropped his hand back to his side and cleared his throat. Fidds just stood, baffled at his friend’s actions, mouth agape. The air remained thick with tension as Fidds nervously played with a loose string on his sleeve. He cleared his throat, turning to go back upstairs.

“I’m worried for you, Stanford. Maybe it’s time to take a good, long break from this project, come back to the real world for a bit. We can go visit Emma May,” Fidds’ voice caught on the name, but he cleared his throat to continue, “or maybe try to find out where your brother’s been. Just…don’t shut me out. Please.”

By the time Ford turned around to answer, Fidds had already gone up the stairs and closed the door behind him. 

~~~~

“Well, well, well, Sixer,” Bill cooed, kicking his feet behind him playfully. “You’ve got ol’ Fiddlesticks whipped for you.”

Ford had fallen asleep in the basement again, which was never good for his back, but he couldn’t bother to face Fidds after their conversation earlier. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to take a break.

“It isn’t like that,” Ford muttered, pouring over the pages in his mind that he would have to copy into his journal later. 

“Coulda fooled me! You should have seen the eyes he was giving you before he went upstairs. Talk about desperate.” Bill spoke as he folded his arms behind his head, swimming through the air. “And that speech you gave about ‘needing him,’ gross. You don’t need him. You need me. You can always find another–”

Ford snapped his book shut and slammed it on the desk. “He is just as important to me as any other part of this project.”

“Any other part?” Bill’s eye narrowed. 

Swallowing thickly, Ford tried to think of the best way to backpedal out of this bordering-on-dangerous conversation. “I’m not a machinist. You’re not…You can’t be here until the portal’s built. Without him, the whole plan falls to pieces.”

“I dunno, Sixer, it sounds like you’re putting that hillbilly hick on a pedestal far too tall for his own good.” The demon brought a hand up to Ford’s chin, grasping it firmly and bringing the focus back to him. “He’s not your Muse, is he?”

“Of course not–”

“Maybe I should pay him a visit. He’s sleeping so peacefully. It wouldn’t be hard. Maybe I can be his Muse, give you a taste of what it’s like to be alone since you seem to have forgotten what it was like before me.” With each sentence, Bill’s hold grew tighter. “As a matter of fact, Sixer, I think I will give him the conversation he so desperately craves.”

Ford clamped his lips together, his eyes pleading for Bill not to go through with it, but knowing better than to argue with his beloved Muse. The demon’s eye twitched in a way that meant he was smiling, at least as far as Ford could tell, before patting the scientist’s cheek. 

“I love when you look at me like that,” Bill murmured. “Like there’s nothing else in the world. Exactly as it should be. But! Very naughty pet human. I need to go see ol’ Fiddlesticks so you don’t get any ideas in the future.”

“My Muse, please, don’t hurt him.”

Bill pressed a hand to his bowtie and scoffed dramatically. “I would never hurt my pet’s favorite toy, and I’m offended that you think I would. Anyway, sleep tight, Sixer! See you soon.”

[itsabouttimex2]

Can you do escape attempt headcanons with the bullfam?? I’ve been reading your headcanons lately n they’re literally so good 😭😭!!

Bullfam

Escape Attempt Headcanons

Out of this powerful trio, I think Red Son would notice the soonest that you’ve gone out of bounds. With how likely it is that you’re wearing a collar (of his own design) with the sigil of the Bull Clan emblazoned on it, it’s very probable that he has a tracking device on you. Even if you don’t have a collar, there’s always bracelets, phones, shoes… plenty of places to snap an unassuming tracker.

So if you somehow do manage to escape, your foray back into the familiar streets of Megapolis is bound to be cut short in record time.

Red corners you as by sharply rounding the curve of an alleyway, slamming into you hard. As you stumble and fall, the prince snatches a wrist or leg (whatever’s easier) and pulls until he’s dragged you roughly across half the concrete-paved block. After your whimpers and begging turn to pained screams, the half-taurine demon blazes up a runic portal and tosses you in.

Jumping in mere seconds after, Red Son surveys the scene before that unfurls before him.

You lay curled up on the plush purple carpet sobbing into your hand as blood oozes slowly down the road rash torn across your back.

As it always does, a cold regret seeps slowly through his veins at the sight of your suffering.

Red Son hasn’t come to realize something very important to him yet- he hates hurting you.

The prince explodes in a fit of fiery wrath, lashes out, hurts you- then stews in remorse and self-anger. An uncontrollable and ever-raging wildfire that torches even that which is dearest to him.

This is the part of himself he hates the most.

The part he can’t stop from hurting you.

Damage control is the most he can manage after these little fits.

“…come on, Y/N. I’ll get the bandages.”

Oh, boy. Absolutely not. I mean, you can try. Really, feel free. Go for it.

What’s a few broken bones or bloody gashes in return for a brief glance of sunlight? For a singular breath of fresh air?

Okay, so the Demon Bull King isn’t exactly itching to hurt you. You wouldn’t be locked up inside his foundry like a fragile antique if he just wanted to grind you into a bloody smear on the concrete (that’s his son’s job) or pop you like a swollen tick. If he’s got you bolted into a nice little guest room with a Bull Clone, it because this big lumbering warlord actually and honestly cares about you.

Probably, the king sees you as a sort of “youngest child” naive and soft and so very malleable.

So the aspect of “protecting what is his” applies very strongly as the taurine demon catches sight of you fleeing, mild yellow eyes narrowing into glowing pools of fury.

This man is fast- we’ve seen it in canon. Also, his “on all fours” run?? Seeing that coming right at you, clearing miles in literal seconds??

You give up, hit the ground, and go still- if only because you’re entirely unsure of whether or not he’d actually be willing to actual physical contact at such high speeds and atomize the lower half of your body.

Instead, you allow him to corner your cowering form, not struggling as two clawed fingers pluck you off the ground. He’s too angry to even speak- and instead just fold his powerful claws around you, and the begins to stomp home.

You’ve earned yourself a custom-made metal shackle, to be worn through all through the day and night, paired with reduced rations and limited access to water.

But at least he hasn’t harmed you.

Yeah, okay. From everything we’ve seen, Princess Iron Fan is basically… unflappable and unstoppable? I can’t actually remember her directly losing a fight outside of the Sworn Brotherhood when they had the ink scroll. She’s powerful, intelligent, patient… I can’t imagine many ways to truly “get one over on her”.

An enchantment on your nape that prevents travel past a certain area. A magical tracking device planted under your skin. Cursed jewelry that tightens when you disobey. Mystical statues with strange eyes that track your every movement and spring to life when you make for the door.

It’s not happening.

You can try- Iron Fan doesn’t intervene with your escape attempts. You’re bound to fail one way or the other. Why should she waste her energy when your efforts are worthless to begin with?

At least watching your desperate struggles and harebrained schemes puts her in good mood- there’s something about your frustrated tears that she finds all too cute.

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❝when I look at you I see stars❞

✭ pairing : Hobie brown x reader

✭ fandom : spiderman into the spiderverse

✭ summary : (Y/n) and Hobie have been dating for a couple of months now and Hobie decided to take her to visit the spiderverse

✭ authors note : this fic is based off of this post by @pearlsinmyhair

✭ spiderman into the spiderverse masterlist

(Y/N) stood in her room, phone pressed against her ear as she chatted away with her friend. She absentmindedly painted her nails black, carefully adding white stars and other designs to create a punk-inspired manicure. It was a typical day for her, and she was used to Hobie's unconventional entrances. He was her boyfriend, after all, and his Spider-Punk persona was just part of the package.

As she chatted away, a familiar presence made itself known in her room. Hobie, or Spiderman as he liked to call himself, had arrived through a portal created by his trusty portal transmitter watch. He snuck up behind her, giving her a sweet little head kiss, interrupting her conversation.

Startled, (Y/N) turned around to face him, still holding the phone to her ear. She smiled at him, used to his surprise appearances. "Hey, darlin. What's up?" she asked nonchalantly.

Hobie grinned, his mischievous eyes sparkling. ”Aye, babe. I've got a little adventure planned for us," he said, his voice full of excitement.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "An adventure, huh? What did you have in mind?"

Hobie's grin widened as he explained his plan. "I was thinking about taking you to the Spiderverse. You know, show you where I come from, the different versions of me. It'll be like a mini-vacation, just you and me."

(Y/N) paused, considering his proposal. She knew how much Hobie loved his rebellious antics, and the idea of exploring different dimensions did sound intriguing. However, she also knew the risks involved. Miguel, Hobie's mentor and the original Spiderman, had strict rules about not meddling with other universes. The only reason why she knew of it was because her boyfriend had a habit of ranting to her about how stuck up the man was.

Still, (Y/N) loved the thrill of adventure, and she couldn't resist the opportunity to spend time with Hobie. "Alright, darling. I’ll bite," she said with a smirk. "But you're gonna have to wait for my nails to dry and for me to change my clothes. Can't go on an adventure looking like this."

Hobie chuckled, his eyes shining with excitement. "Fair enough, my favorite girl. Take your time. I'll be right here, patiently waiting."

(Y/N) ended her call, put her phone down, and turned her attention back to Hobie. She leaned in, giving him a quick kiss before heading over to her dresser to pick out a new outfit. As she changed, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her. She knew that with Hobie, every adventure was bound to be unforgettable.

Once her nails were dry and she was ready, (Y/N) walked back to where Hobie was waiting. She took his hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Alright, Spiderman. Lead the way. Let's see what this Spiderverse is all about."

Hobie grinned, activating his portal transmitter watch once again. With a flash of light, the portal opened before them, revealing a multitude of dimensions waiting to be explored. Hand in hand, (Y/N) and Hobie stepped through, ready to embark on their thrilling adventure together.

Hobie and (Y/n) found themselves in the intricate web of the Spider-Verse, a multiverse that held countless adventures and perils. Hobie, always prepared for the unexpected, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, glowing bracelet. Its design resembled a tiny punk-rock chain, adorned with a spider emblem.

He took (Y/n)'s wrist gently, helping her place the bracelet beside her beaded ones. The moment it clicked into place, the bracelet emitted a faint, soothing glow.

Hobie explained, his voice filled with a hint of mischief, "This is a day pass bracelet, babe. It's gonna help you stop glitching in the Spider-Verse. You know how chaotic this place can get."

(Y/n) eyed the bracelet curiously, then rewarded Hobie's thoughtfulness with a playful kiss on the chin. He grinned at her sweet gesture, his heart warmed by her affection.

Unable to resist the urge, Hobie leaned in and captured her lips in a tender kiss. It was a brief but passionate exchange, sealing their bond in the face of the unknown.

As they broke apart, Hobie took (Y/n)'s hand firmly in his own. He looked into her eyes with a determined expression. "Stay close to my side, okay?"

(Y/n) nodded, her playful smirk never leaving her face. "Yes, sir."

Hobie and (Y/n) ventured deeper into the Spider-Verse, where countless iterations of Spider-People swung through the cityscape and dimensions collided in a mesmerizing symphony of chaos and order. Hobie led the way with confidence, and (Y/n) stuck close to his side as he explained various aspects of this peculiar realm.

He gestured to a bustling building with a neon sign that read "Spider Cafe." "This is the cafeteria," he explained. "It's where all the many Spider-Men and Spider-Women meet up to refuel. There's something special about Spider Dave's donuts; he makes some of the best in the multiverse."

(Y/n)'s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she heard about Spider Dave's donuts. "Oh, I definitely want to try some of those," she exclaimed, her appetite piqued.

Hobie grinned at her enthusiasm, and they made their way into the bustling cafe. Inside, they were met with a diverse array of Spider-Folk, each from a different dimension, chatting and enjoying their meals.

The aroma of freshly baked donuts wafted through the air, enticing (Y/n) even more. Hobie led her to the counter, where a friendly, portly Spider-Man with a chef's hat greeted them.

"Hey, spiderman!" Spider Dave greeted, a warm smile on his face. "Who's your friend?"

Hobie introduced (Y/n) with a grin. "SpiderDave, this is (Y/n). She's new to the Spider-Verse, and she's dying to try your legendary donuts."

Spider Dave chuckled heartily. "Well, you've come to the right place, (Y/n)! What can I get you?"

(Y/n) peered into the glass display, her mouth watering at the sight of various donuts with spider-themed decorations. "I'll take a chocolate web-spin, please!"

Spider Dave swiftly boxed up a chocolate web-spin donut, handing it to (Y/n) with a flourish. She accepted it with a grin, her taste buds tingling in anticipation.

Hobie ordered his usual, a classic Spider-Punk blackberry donut, and soon they found a cozy corner to sit and enjoy their treats.

As (Y/n) took her first bite of the chocolate web-spin donut, her eyes widened in delight. It was everything Hobie had promised—soft, sweet, and utterly delicious.

Hobie leaned in, stealing a playful bite from her donut. "Told you it was worth it."

(Y/n) laughed, savoring the moment. As they enjoyed Spider Dave's donuts together, they knew that this adventure through the Spider-Verse was turning out to be as exhilarating and unforgettable as they had hoped.

With the taste of Spider Dave's donuts still lingering on their lips, Hobie and (Y/n) continued their tour through the bustling Spider-Verse. Hobie was an excellent tour guide, explaining the nuances of this unique realm with enthusiasm. (Y/n) couldn't help but be captivated by his passion and the vibrancy of the Spider-Verse.

As they strolled through the Spider-Verse cityscape, Hobie spotted familiar figures in the distance. Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles, his close friends and fellow Spider-People, were swinging their way toward them.

Hobie flashed a mischievous grin at (Y/n) and without warning, he scooped her up over his shoulder. She squealed in surprise, laughter bubbling out of her as they soared through the air. It was a thrilling ride that left her a giggling mess.

Upon landing gracefully, Hobie placed her down gently, and she wobbled a bit on her feet, still giddy from the experience.

Pavitr, Miles, and Gwen approached, their eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Hobie with a new face. Hobie, always one to keep things casual, introduced his friends to his girlfriend with a playful flair.

"Lads and gal, meet (Y/n)," he said with pride, a fond smile directed at her.

Pavitr and Miles immediately bombarded her with questions about her world and her journey into the Spider-Verse, their curiosity insatiable. Gwen, on the other hand, groaned and playfully pushed the boys away.

"Give the girl some space, you two. She's not here for an interrogation," Gwen scolded them, coming to (Y/n)'s defense.

(Y/n) couldn't help but chuckle at the camaraderie between the Spider-Friends. She introduced herself warmly, shaking hands with Gwen and sharing a knowing look, as if silently agreeing that boys could be quite the handful.

With the boys locked in their own animated conversation about various Spider-Verse shenanigans, (Y/n) and Gwen drifted off to the side, forming their own connection. As they chatted and shared stories, (Y/n) couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes on her.

As (Y/n) and Gwen drifted away from the boys, engaged in their own conversation, Hobie couldn't help but steal a lingering glance at his girlfriend's departing figure. His eyes were drawn to her perky and perfectly sized rear, a sight that never failed to captivate him.

However, it wasn't just her lovely form that had captured his attention this time. It was the pair of jeans she was wearing, which were new to him. They were dark blue with vibrant red stars artfully embroidered on the backside.

Hobie couldn't contain his appreciation for the stylish choice she had made. Under his breath, he mumbled, "Damn."

Pavitr, who had been observing Hobie's expression with a raised eyebrow, turned to him and asked, "What's got you muttering, mate?"

Hobie couldn't help but grin mischievously, his eyes still locked on (Y/n) as she walked away. "I'm seein' stars here, mate."

Pavitr chuckled and shook his head, understanding the sentiment entirely. After all, in the Spider-Verse, where extraordinary sights and adventures awaited at every turn, sometimes it was the little things, like the sight of stars on your girlfriend's jeans, that left the biggest impression.

As (Y/n) continued her conversation with Gwen, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone's eyes were on her. It was a peculiar sensation, as if a pair of laser-focused eyes were burning into her, tracing her every move.

Unable to resist the urge, she subtly peeked over her shoulder, trying to pinpoint the source of this mysterious gaze. Her search led her to her boyfriend, Hobie, who had been a few paces behind her. His eyes were locked on her with an intensity that left her both flattered and amused.

With a playful scolding tone, she wagged a finger at him, "Eyes up here, pal," pointing towards her face to emphasize her point.

Hobie, his gaze reluctantly breaking away from her perky rear, looked up at her face. However, his expression quickly shifted from scolded to thoroughly impressed. (Y/n) had on a black coho top adorned with red stars on the breast part of her shirt, and it was a look that suited her perfectly.

"Damn," Hobie couldn't help but mutter under his breath, captivated by her style and beauty.

(Y/n) maintained her teasing tone, "Oh, no you don’t. You better not be getting any ideas, or I'm giving both these clothing pieces away."

Hobie couldn't resist a grin as he approached her, closing the gap between them. "But, babe, I love seeing your stars," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

(Y/n) felt herself flush at his words, her playful scolding turning into bashful fluster. In the ever-chaotic and extraordinary Spider-Verse, Hobie's adoration for her was a constant source of warmth and comfort, and she couldn't help but be smitten by his charming antics.

[playedcrowd5610]

A Crushed Bug - Transformers x Danny Phantom

Summary: Bumblebee is trapped in a collapsed energon mine, that is until this strange human finds him and helps patch him up.

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Notes

Set in a series where Danny finds Starscream one day and decides to start haunting the Decepticons. That's basically all the context you need but if you want more here is the rest of the series:

Haunting the Nemesis

Part 1: Chasing Stars

Part 2: Burning Rubber

Part 3: Adventures of the Decepticons' Pet Ghost Or Tumblr Master List

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Danny found himself sitting in one of the energon mines surrounded by hard-working vehicons. As they worked, the whirling sounds of drills and pede-steps echoed around the large cave. Danny watched as they continued to place large blue crystals into crates and carts that they would bring back to the Nemesis to turn into liquid energon for their fuel. 

Danny found the process of mining their food interesting and asked a couple of Vehicons if he could tag along, to which they agreed. It gave him more time to hang out with his new friends, and he could also keep an eye on them in case any of them got hurt on the job. At this point, most of the Vehicon drones would rather ask him for a check-up rather than go up to Knockout and waste the doctor’s time and precious resources.  Danny didn't mind being dubbed the official Vehicon medic on duty, it was fun!

Danny watched from a large piece of equipment he was sitting on idly swinging his legs. One of the Vehcons sliced fully through one of the larger crystals using a laser and two more came up beside him lifting either end of the large crystal to put it in a cart. Danny smiled as they helped each other.

Suddenly Danny’s ears perked up, there was shouting and the sound of energon blasts down one of the tunnels. Danny’s eyes widened and he shot to his feet. A bigger explosion sounded, and the whole cave shook. The ground beneath them lurched, sending a few Vehicons stumbling before the entire place began collapsing. Danny’s eyes widened as huge rocks began to fall from the ceiling.

Steve was closest to Danny and he reached out a servo to snatch Danny up and pull him into cover. Danny glanced over at C-27 who was bracing himself just across the cave from them with a servo to his audial. "Cave unstable requesting immediate groundbridge!" He shouted.

The sound of the groundbridge powering on filled the room and the purple and black bots scrambled toward the portal. Most of them made it through in time, only a few left when suddenly a large bolder crashed in front of the portal, causing them to stumble back. Steve held a servo over Danny’s head to shield him from any additional debris. More rocks fell around them. 

After a few more moments of chaos, everything started to settle. Danny looked around, his night vision doing wonders for him. He glanced up to see Steve’s visor staring down at him. “Thanks.” Danny dusted himself off before scrambling out of the Con’s servos. He then began to search throughout the small cave they were trapped in, checking on the other Vehicons for injuries. Luckily no one seemed injured, which was a relief. 

He noticed one of the other vehicons — F-368 if he remembered his designation correctly — beginning to help pull any other trapped Cons out from the rubble. Danny smiled at him and turned his attention back towards searching for any possible escape routes. But unfortunately, it looked like they were thoroughly trapped down there. 

At least all Soundwave needed was to get a new reading on their coordinates again and he could send another groundbrige. Danny nodded to himself as he leaned up against a rock, waiting patiently. Suddenly, he felt a shiver down his spine. His head snapped up as he felt the faint, frantic thrum of an EM field. Someone was scared, and more importantly, someone was hurt. Danny’s eyes quickly glanced around the cramped cave, immediately noting that it wasn’t coming from any of the Cons around him.

Someone else was trapped — and they were in trouble.

"Stay here," Danny muttered to the two Vehicons closest to him, grimacing as they looked back at him with tilted helms. Right, trapped in a cave means nothing to you? But the Cons didn’t comment, just going back to sitting patiently, waiting for more orders. Danny made his way toward a wall. This wall was solid, but he could for sure feel the field of panic and distress emanating from the other side. Danny phased through easily, his body slipping through the rock, and pressed on until he emerged on the other side.

Danny froze at the sight in front of him. A yellow mech, similar in frame to Knockout, was half-buried under a pile of rocks. His leg and arm were pinned beneath a mass of debris, energon leaking from the crushed limbs. The mech made a sound of pain, and his EM field radiated panic and fear that was much easier to feel when he was on this side of the wall. 

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Bumblebee’s optics flickered back online, blurry at first before snapping into focus. His processor spun as he tried to remember what had happened for him to be hurting this much. The cave — he’d been in the mine when it collapsed. He remembered the Autobots moving in to seize the energon supply hidden there, and then one of the drones fired a bad shot, hitting one of the energon veins, they were just lucky it didn’t blow the whole mine. But the mine was unstable after months of striping it of energon, and before anyone could react, the cavern had collapsed around him.

Now, Bumblebee was alone, lying trapped in a small, dark pocket big enough to take only a few steps if he could get up. Dust and rubble clogged his vents as they cycled through the air.

He tried to pull himself up, but the sharp pain and the sound of metal against the rock made him wince. His right arm was crushed beneath heavy boulders, and his right leg was in the same condition. Dents marred his chassis, some of them deep enough to be leaking energon. His spark sank when he saw the steadily growing pool of energon forming beneath him, initially lighting up the rocks around him with its fluorescent color before fading out the further it made it from his frame.

Bumblebee’s field whirled in panic. He couldn’t detect the others. His comms were jammed, probably from the thick rock surrounding him. This also means it is likely also blocking his life signal from reaching them. He had no way of knowing if the Autobots were coming for him — and if they did, would they arrive before he lost too much energon?

A sharp, panicked beep slipped from his vocalizer as he tried to yank his arm free, desperate to move, desperate to do something to save himself. If he could just free his arm, maybe he could patch up his leg and hold out a little longer.

But as he tugged, more rocks shifted, and the unbearable screech of metal echoed through the cave. More debris tumbled down from the pile his arm was supporting, scraping and crushing his limbs further. His vents kicked up, trying to expel the dust clogging them, but it only stirred the particles around him, making it harder to see. He needed to make noise, to signal for help. But… if he made too much noise, the Decepticons would hear it too. This was still their mine, after all.

Then again, if the Decepticons found him, at least they’d need him alive for questioning. That would buy him time to come up with a plan. He tugged at his arm again, but the rocks shifted in the wrong direction, threatening to crush him more.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Bumblebee froze at the sound of an unfamiliar voice echoing off the cave walls. He snapped his battle mask closed, optics darting around. A Decepticon? No … His gaze flicked downward, and his optics widened.

A human boy with white hair was standing a few feet away, staring up at him with concerned glowing green eyes. “You’ll just crush yourself more.” The boy continued.

Bumblebee's processor scrambled to make sense of the situation. Why was there a human down here? His spark surged with shock, the emotion leaking into his EM field. Is he trapped too? How long has he been down here? Bumblebee’s urgency doubled. It wasn’t just his life on the line anymore. If they didn’t get out of there soon, the human would run out of oxygen. He removed his battle mask again to seem less threatening.

He pulled again at the rubble, desperate to free himself before the human suffocated.  “Stop!” The human yelled throwing up his arms as dust and debris scattered. “You’re going to bring the whole cave down on you! Sit still—you’re losing a lot of energon!” Bumblebee hesitated, fans sputtering as they tried to reset. He was losing too much energon too quickly, it was getting harder to think. 

“That doesn’t matter! You need to get out of here – there is barely any oxygen and you will run out quickly,” Bumblebee spoke in a series of beeps and whirrs. He then stopped staring at the human. Right, humans can’t understand him. The only human he had ever met to understand his Cybertronain binary on the first meeting was Raf. 

The human ran closer to him and to Bee's utter surprise and shock, the human responded to him in cybertronian binary. Which shouldn’t be possible with human vocal cords. “I’ll be okay without oxygen, don’t worry. You’re the one who’s bleeding out.”

Bumblebee’s field flickered in disbelief. “...You understand me ? ” His processor stalled, and he wondered if he had hit his helm on one of the rocks. Maybe this was just a hallucination before a full system shutdown.

The human nodded. “Yes, I do. I’m good with languages. It also helps that this one seems like an extension of Cybertronian, which I already know. ”

“How... how do you know Cybertronian? ” Bumblebee asked, still in disbelief.

The human waved him off as if it were nothing. “Long story. This isn’t the time for that. I need to patch some of these lines before you lose any more energon.” He looked up at Bumblebee. “Do you have anyone else coming for you?”

A wave of pain rippled through Bumblebee’s frame as he groaned. “They’ll be looking for me, but I don’t know how far away they are.”

The human nodded, a brief frown creasing his brow as he surveyed the damage. He knelt next to Bumblebee’s crushed arm, his feet in the puddle of energon that was slowly spreading across the cave floor. After a moment’s hesitation, he pulled out a phone from his pocket. Bumblebee watched, squinting at the screen.

The human pressed a contact labeled "Paint Job" and muttered under his breath, “Come on, come on, pick up, you self-absorbed pile of bolts,” he muttered to himself in English, urgency filling his voice. After a few tense silent moments, he glanced down at the phone and narrowed his eyes. “Scrap. You never pick up when I need you to.” He hissed.

Bumblebee tilted his helm. “There’s no cell service down here. My comms aren’t even working,” he beeped, his tone slightly apologetic.

With a frustrated sigh, the human stuffed his phone back in his pocket. “Should’ve guessed. That’s okay. I can figure this out with or without that cherry-red asshole.” Bumblebee didn’t quite understand what that meant, but he decided to let it slide.

He watched as the human moved quickly, removing a few large, non-load-bearing rocks from Bumblebee’s arm and setting them aside as if they were nothing, using strength that the human shouldn’t possess.

As the rocks shifted away, a piece of Bumblebee’s plating, no longer held down by the weight, clattered to the ground. Both the human and Bumblebee winced at the sound, but at least now, the human had better access to the injury.

“Okay, I can work with this,” the boy said to himself. “I’ve seen worse.” He leaned over Bumblebee’s damaged limb, his fingers glowing with a faint green light. He moved some of the wires and tubing aside carefully, his brow furrowed in concentration. “I’m going to cut off some of these lines so they don’t keep leaking energon. It should keep you stable until your friends come.” He said, looking up at Bee.

Bumblebee nodded, too exhausted and pained to question further. His processor was spinning, still trying to make sense of this boy, this human, who could understand him, knew Cybertronian, and had the strength to move rocks that should have crushed a normal human. Not to mention the glowing fingers.

The human reached into Bumblebee’s arm, and with a focused expression, he began soldering the broken energon lines shut with nothing but his fingers. The hissing sound of melting metal and the faint sizzle of energon emanated around the cave.

Bumblebee was left watching in stunned silence, a strange sense of familiarity creeping through his processor. There was something about this human that made Bee feel like he knew him somehow. But he couldn’t place it. He would’ve remembered meeting a human with snow-white hair and glowing green fingers… wouldn’t he?

The boy's worked like he had done this before. “How do you know how to do this?” Bumblebee finally asked, his voice a weak series of beeps as he tried to distract himself from the pain.

“I told you—long story,” the boy replied, not taking his eyes off Bumblebee’s arm. “But let’s just say if I had a nickel for every time I had to help a crushed Cybertronian in a cave, I would have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.” The human laughed to himself. 

The human continued working and Bee didn’t have the concentration to start up another conversation. “Alright, arm’s done. Now onto the leg,” The kid muttered, more to himself than Bumblebee. Bee groaned as the human switched positions, his optics flickering in and out. The damage was taking its toll, and the energon loss was starting to hit him hard.

“Stay with me, kid,” The human said firmly, his voice cutting through Bumblebee’s haze. Bee fought back the retort that he was hundreds of years older than this human, but opted not to say anything. The human’s fingers lit up again as he carefully sealed more leaking energon lines. The process went much quicker this time, as the injury was less severe than his arm.

Bee didn’t notice that he was nodding off again until the human spoke up. “Hey you’re gonna be okay, but you have to stay awake, ” There was urgency in his voice as he moved toward the Autobot’s chassis. Had the human already finished with the leg? Did he just not notice? Bumblebee’s optics dimmed further.

“I… I’m trying,” Bumblebee beeped weakly. His processor was sluggish, and his vision blurred. The human started to work diligently on Bumblebee’s chest. Bee was too tired to try and catalog what he was doing, and he was fading again when the human's voice snapped through. 

"You're stable now," he eventually said, his tone softer, reassuring. "Just hang in there a little longer. Your friends should be close." Bee wanted to ask how he knew but after a second of listening, he could hear the distant clatter of rocks being moved echoing through the rubble. Bumblebee’s optics brightened just a little at the noise.

Bumblebee's optics tried to look up at the human, who was now becoming more of a disembodied shape. “T-Thank you…” He beeped softly.

“Don’t mention it.” His eyes looked at the wall where all of the sounds were coming from. “But it’s probably better if I’m not here when they arrive. Less questions that way.” He stood up, stretching his limbs above his head. “I’m gonna go back and check on the others. See you next time.” 

Bumblebee blinked, trying to process what he meant, but before he could ask, more rocks tumbled down from the opposite wall, and the cave was suddenly flooded with light from two sets of headlights.

Arcee and Ratchet rushed into the cave, their optics locking onto Bumblebee’s damaged frame immediately. “Bee!” Arcee shouted, rushing toward him as Ratchet trailed behind, already scanning him over with his medical tools.

“What happened here?” Ratchet demanded as he knelt next to Bumblebee, quickly inspecting the crushed arm and the patched wounds.

Bumblebee groaned weakly, his optics dimming again as he tried to respond. “A… human helped me…”

Ratchet paused, glancing up in confusion. “A human?” His optics scanned the area, searching for any sign of life. Arcee joined in, her blasters still drawn as she surveyed the cave. “Where?”

Bumblebee, struggling to stay conscious, glanced toward where the white-haired human had been standing moments ago. His optics flickered weakly. The boy was gone, the cave empty aside from the fallen rubble.

“I… he was just here…” Bumblebee beeped quietly, his voice fading as exhaustion finally took over.

Ratchet frowned, his EM field buzzing with skepticism as he continued his work on Bumblebee. “We didn’t detect any human life signals on the way in. You must be more injured than I thought.”

But Arcee’s optics narrowed as she scanned the area again. “If there was a human here, they couldn’t have escaped any other way than the way we came in. Are you sure one was here?”

Ratchet’s raised an optic ridge looking at some of the patched injuries. “We can question him later. Right now, he needs proper medical attention. Let’s get him out of here.”

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[spdrvyn]

reader (an average human) is the owner of spider cat (who does not know the cat has spider abilities) and accidentally enters a portal into 2099 only to get in trouble with miguel for trespassing and it escalates into a brawl of who knows the cat more (this goes on for weeks) and eventually is resolved by a date and co-parenting the fur baby like its their child SOBS (ill let u the name the cat whatever u want it to be tbh)

tooth and claw — MIGUEL O'HARA

SUMMARY: you love your cat more than anything else in the whole world, the whole multiverse possibly. however, your limits are tested when you find out that he's been hiding a huge secret from you.

THIS FIC CONTAINS: silliness. fluff. lotsa romance. a grown ass man tussling with a little cat. gender neutral reader.

NOTES: i love this request so much!!! i fucking love cats yo!!! sorry for getting to this request so late, but i hope you enjoy it anyway!!!!! not proofread because it is LATE as i post this but ya 🙏 this was so much longer than it needed to be holy SHIT

Pawker was a good kitty. Most of the time.

He was polite to you, in his own special little ways. While being a complete, irrevocable asshole to literally anybody else that just so happens to cross paths with him.

But at the same time, that's what you enjoyed so much about being his owner. He was special, loyal to you and you only. All the affections, purring, soothing pets were reserved for just you.

He also doesn't weirdly abide by regular cat law, he enjoys being groomed. At least, by you. He enjoys taking baths if you're in the tub, whenever you have to give him a nice bath every once in a while he'll always be patiently sitting still and giving you the cutest look ever as if he's expecting you to get in with him. It made your heart melt.

That's not what most of your family would think anyway, you still remember the messages of unmistaken horror that practically sent your phone vibrating off of your desk when your mom sent you picture after picture of her arms littered with scratch marks after she tried giving your precious cat a bath.

Whenever you had people over, it would be a challenge. Pawker would normally stay in one spot that seemed always designated for him while he tried to jump anyone that walked by, or he'd hide under the couch and you'd always have to pry him out, soothing him by placing him on your lap and giving him scratches on his ear while repeatedly apologizing to whoever you were talking to.

You still loved him all the same.

You've built your whole lifestyle around him, your sleep schedule could now be compared to that of a literal vampire because of how often Pawker would run around your now shared bedroom, accidentally knocking things over in his wake.

One time, you had passed out on your bed after an exhausting night of typing your soul away on your laptop that you had mistakenly left open from how tired you were. Pawker got zoomies, and you were spending money on a new laptop the next morning.

This night was no different, maybe a little as you were up by choice. The only part that really hadn't changed was Pawker's frantic zooms across the room, over your bed, bouncing off of your feet at the end of it. It made you giggle at the sight, he was so cute.

Your thumb was working hard, scrolling endlessly through the never-ending posts popping up on your social media. Watching people you barely knew live sad, cat-less lives unlike you who was blessed with this spawn sent from above made you feel better about having Pawker in your life.

It also made you sleepy apparently, your eyes growing heavy from looking at a screen for a concerning amount of time. You fall asleep with your phone still in your clutches, light snores sneaking past your mouth while Pawker still remains as lively as ever.

Weird dreams were also a common occurence for you. This time, you were falling. From a really great height, you've been thrown off by some villain that you couldn't recognize that was in a fight with your city's vigilante, Spider-Cat.

Spider-Cat let out a drawn-out meow when it caught sight of you being thrown off of the skyscraper, running to you on it's tiny four legs before falling off itself to catch you. It reaches out an itty bitty and a web shoots out, attaching to your chest however it doesn't break your fall as you hit the street of New York City with a hard, resounding, bloody—

You jolt awake, in a pool of your own sweat. Eyes blown wide, like you actually met your own demise on that street in your dream. Rubbing your temples, you groan. It was still relatively early in the morning, you could get a peek of the sky brightening up from your window but there was no sun. Not yet. It was too fucking early for this.

You set aside your phone on your bedside drawer, grabbing hold of your blanket, and getting ready to pass out again until you hear it.

Loud meows ringing in your ears, those familiar loud meows that keep you up at night. With a sigh, you throw your covers to the side and get up from the bed. Opening your door, you walk into the living room of your apartment, and are met with an unexpected sight.

Pawker— your Pawker— in Spider-Cat's get-up. His attention seemed to be drawn on something that he was wearing on his wrist, a tiny little watch that had a small hologram talking to him?

What the fuck was going on exactly?

"Pawker?" He jumped in place, turning his head back to you. The lenses of his mask, combined with his mouth contorting into a more than guilty expression. You put your hands on your hips, looking him up and down like a father who caught his son with a hand in the cookie jar.

"What are you doing? What's that?" You continued to question the fluffy fiend as if he could grow the ability to speak at any given moment. He hid this from you for so long, so who knows? Maybe there were other abilities that you just didn't know about.

Step-by-step, you slowly approached Pawker. Ready to scoop him up into your arms and rip that watch off of his cutesy little paws, his ears move to what you're used to calling 'airplane ears', which means he's ready to fight you. Challenge accepted then.

Before you could even think of snatching him up, Pawker manages to somehow press a few buttons on that goober of his and it opens up–

A portal?!

A portal that he looks like he's about to jump through and he does, "Pawker, wait!" You yell out, but no. You're just met with a dizzying array of colors from the portal, and the miscellaneous items in your home floating all around you.

Where was your cat even going? You wanted to follow him so badly, see wherever this thing took you, but there's a chance that without that gadget he had on his wrist that it wasn't safe for you to do that at all. Maybe you'd lose Pawker forever at this point.

No, no. You were not going to lose your cat. Even if it meant hopping from portal to portal, from dystopian landscape to dystopian landscape to do so. You were going to get that fucking kitty back.

You jump in without a second thought, your only motivations were getting your vigilante feline back even if it's with a fight.

Your first impressions of traversing the multiverse were a lot more different than what you experienced in reality. Instead of ending up instantly in the dimension that Pawker had went to, you were flown straight into what appeared to be a tunnel?

You'd look around aimlessly as you continued to be surged through this strange pathway, a burst of pain shoots through every single part of your body, and it feels like you're dying and being resurrected all at the same time. It was madness.

There was so much going on, in the distance you could see webs strung together like they were all connecting somehow. Octagons it looked like you were flying through, but it all passes quickly once you're thrown once again into something.

Rubbing your head and groaning in pain, you try to reassemble your bearings and your thoughts after trying to piece together what the fuck just happened. As you looked around, taking around your surroundings even more. You sigh of relief when you're not completely swarmed by eye-bleeding colors, but rather met with the darkness of an empty hallway.

It's as empty as it can get anyway, there's tech literally everywhere. Some gadgets and gizmos a little too complicated and advanced for you to understand, it didn't help that you already had a searing migraine boiling to the surface because of what just happened for you to get here too.

To the best of your ability, you walked through the hallway, occasionally tripping over yourself from the absurd amount of tech junk that littered each tile that you walked on. You were probably going to kill whoever let it get this messy, your body had suffered enough in such a short amount of time, and you were still clad in your pajamas because why would you even think to change?

You had tripped over one final wire before ending up at— god, how could you even begin to describe what this place looked like? There were multiple brewing strands, different kinds of messes that you'd probably kill yourself to try cleaning, but the most eye-catching of all in this cave is the elevated platform in the middle of it all.

You'd inspect even further, maybe even try to climb the damn thing, but for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, you're caught off-guard when you feel something attach to your chest. You look down, red neon ropes stuck to your torso.

Of course, you were too caught up in your investigation to even notice the pair of red lenses peering at you in the darkness of this mad laboratory. You gasped as you were tugged harshly, way too harshly to the point where you were pulled onto your knees. Two more shots of that strange red rope were on your hands, effectively pinning you to the ground as you continued to struggle.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was not how your night was supposed to go!

Whoever attached these webs to you seem to walk out of the shadows, your eyes train on to each detail of this guy's suit. A Spider-Cat, Spider-Man? logo that looks so edgy that you'd mistake it for a skull, futuristic lights emenate a small glow and they decorate different parts of his suit.

He had broad shoulders, which made his waist look absolutely criminal. His wrist was held out and as he walked closer to you, you understood where that webbing was coming from now. He was also tall, impossibly tall as he towered over you while you were on your knees, presumably on the floor of his office.

Hello, sailor!

Your gaze trailed to his other hand, under the faint gleam of the monitors of the platform above, you swore you could see claws. It only convinced you to keep tugging at your bindings, otherwise you were going to get completely shredded to bits at this point.

Your heart bounced off of the walls of you ribcage, you could practically hear it in your ear. Loud, repetitive, rapid thumps as from the corner of your eye, you can see him getting closer and closer.

However, he stops. Just in front of you that you practically have to crane your neck up to get a good look at his face.

"You know them?" His voice is rough, gravelly, his claws retract and he puts a hand on his hip before turning his head sidewards and out from the darkness strides Pawker.

Your face brightens up at the sight of him, your pounding heart doesn't slow, but now it's for an entirely different reason as you relish in the familiar and fluffy feeling of Pawker rubbing and purring up against your restrained arms.

"Pawker!" You all but squeal, cooing at him especially as he begun making biscuits on the webs that stuck your hands to the ground. The noise makes the other, less important man in the room flinch and he puts his wrist down. Bringing his hand to rub his head.

Still, even once you were reunited with your cat. There were still a lot of unanswered questions, who was this man that he was just with? Was he a threat? Maybe Pawker is a supervillain rather than a crime-fighting vigilante and this guy is apart of the whole operation? Although, judging from the awfully snide face that Spider-Man carried even with the mask covering his face, it seemed he had his own suspicions towards you as well.

You were the first to break the silence, the assumption that you were your cat's owner had already been confirmed so it was safe to assume that he wasn't going to kill you. "What were you doing with my cat?" You tried to keep your tone level with his, but it was so hard. How could you when your pet was confiding with him?

Your question probably pissed him off from the way that a nearly silent groan slips past his lips, curses uttered under his breath. He kneels down before you, retracting his talons again, and cuts you free from the webs. A pang of relief crashes over you as you rub your wrists - still looking at him, eyes filled with curiosity.

He stands up once more, outstretching an arm to you. "Get up, you're going to have to pay a lot of attention to understand."

Once he was able to get you seated and able to get some sort of wristband on you, he had finally explained exactly what was going on. You understood a little more than half of what he was saying, one would assume that he was a scientist of some sort from the extremely fancy, almost pretentious choice of words he has.

Down to the basics though, his name was Miguel O'Hara. He was the leader of an elite strike force that apparently your cat was apart of, the same cat that you've grown to love over years of being and living with each other that would practically yodel for your attention after five fucking seconds of not getting pet.

You almost couldn't believe it, yet you were also so impressed. Who knew your little baby was a superhero?

After finishing the long-winded discussion, Miguel waited for you to ask your share of questions, and you had plenty. Some of them were miniscule, just idle queries that he begrudgingly answered - although one that you had in mind was Pawker's schedule.

He was a fat cat, there was no denying that. Constant check-ins with the vet, scheduled meals (you had no money for a fancy automatic feeder), and not to mention regular pet care stuff.

You were quickly dismissed by Miguel after a short amount of time though, something something anomalies something something. You weren't able to catch most of it. Again, fancy language and scientific terms you couldn't bother understanding.

Before you left, Miguel promised that he'd probably drop by your apartment sometime in the following week to discuss details on your cat. You didn't know whether to be excited or intimidated. But it was best that you pondered on that once you were done being sent back through the tunnels of multiverse travelling, which was less painful now that it was back to your dimension.

A few nights pass, almost too many nights, and you almost think that he's not gonna come. It'd make sense, he seemed very busy. Hell, that was the reason why you weren't able to stick around his 'spider-cave' any longer.

Soon enough and just as you're about to switch the kitchen lights off, the scattered papers and calendar that you'd set down on the counter hours ago begun to float. Yellow, pink, purple, and so many other colored hues shined against the surfaces of your kitchen. Next thing you knew, Miguel was here.

He was still clad in the exact same suit that he wore the night that you met him, mask on and everything. You thought that you'd get to at least meet him again with his face shown, but it was fine. Mostly.

The discussion went as smoothly as you thought it would. Awkward silences were common throughout, it was to the point you faked bathroom breaks just so that you didn't have to sit through it all. At times, Pawker even had to interrupt by hopping on the counter and knocking things over.

Throughout it all, Miguel kept his mask on. Even as you offered him a glass of ice cold water, considering how it was going to be a long night, he declined. You set it on the counter for him anyway, just in case he'd change his mind later.

It's an hour and a half into the night, he had to drink something.

"You're going to get a headache if you stay dehydrated," You bluntly pointed out just as he finished explaining only god knows what, you could feel the stress that'd built up from his job in the sigh that he lets out. "I'm fine." He insists.

Rolling your eyes, you lean forward on the surface of your counter and a little bit forward to him. Seeing if there's any signs that he's going to pass out soon, "If this is about your secret identity, you already told me your name. How shameful is showing me your face?"

You don't get much of a response from him besides an annoyed huff, that is it. You grab the glass of water on his side and slide it over to you, taking it in your hand. "Just a sip, and I'll drop it. Okay?"

He doesn't seem to relent, you want to raise your voice but Pawker is napping. "I think I reserved the rights to see the face of my cat's dad."

Miguel pauses his scribbling on your calendar, lenses of his mask noticeable widening as he slowly turns his head to you. The marker in his grasp tightens as well as he says, "What?"

You want to chuckle at his reaction. "Am I wrong?"

He seems to just stare at you like a deer in headlights, before his eyes narrow at you once more. You raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk erupting on your lips. "Why? You think you're too pretty for me or something?" You tease.

Even as he's masked, you could feel him roll his eyes. "Yes, my face is too handsome for mere mortals." He quips sarcastically, and before you're able to get out any more smartass remarks, he reaches a hand out to yours. "Give me the shockin' glass."

You move your hand towards him just a few more centimeters before he snatches it from you, holding it in front of him as he takes off his mask. It fades out, pixel by pixel.

Now you're the one in headlights as you slowly take in every detail of Miguel's face. He looks like a marble statue, you think. Slicked back, dark brown hair save for some messy strands that fall onto his forehead, ones that he has to run his hand through to fix. Cheekbones sharper than any knife that you probably have in your kitchen, a refined jawline, thick eyebrows, plump lips, and his nose-

Hello... sailor...

"Happy?" His voice cuts through whatever thoughts were running rampant through your mind as he takes a sip from the glass.

Your composure slips. "Yeah, very."

The night passes quickly, so do the next few nights. With that time, you get to know Miguel and Miguel gets to know you.

If you were lucky, you would be able to hear more about the nature of his job past the missions or operations that your cat was involved in. Sometimes you'd get to hear small utterances from under his breath about canon events and anomalies.

Your job wasn't as important as his, just a simple desk job that you were allowed to work from home sometimes. Which was beneficial for you because that meant long and peaceful afternoons with Pawker on your lap, purring away.

Even if you felt that your occupation wasn't as life-saving as Miguel's every time you remotely even brought up your personal life, talking about plans you have later in the week or dinner dates with some of your friends, he always seemed so intrigued.

Leaning forward in his seat, dark crimson eyes concentrated on yours as you went on long rambles about random niche topics, with his head resting in his palm. He'd think you haven't noticed, but you most definitely have.

You mostly only talked about yourself though, it made you feel a little entitled. You didn't know if you were just self-obsessed or if Miguel didn't want to even talk a single peep about his personal life.

But after a while, batting your eyelashes, encouraging teases, he relented. It felt like all hell broke loose.

There was definitely something more in this partnership, if you could even call it that anymore. That joke you made about Miguel being Pawker's cat dad started to feel like less of a joke as time went on.

It started with more visits, sometimes even in the middle of the day rather than the dead of night like usual. He (and his A.I. assistant that you only found out about a couple days ago) found a way to hack into your phone so that you could receive direct messages from him.

It moved on to treats for Pawker. Whenever you begun to run low on cat food for him, a fresh supply would enter your pantry mysteriously followed by a text from Miguel minutes later asking if it was okay.

The gifts continued to upscale in size and expense, going from cat beds to a new, advanced automatic feeder.

When you thought that Miguel was done emptying his wallet for Pawker, the gifts started to direct towards you instead. Although, they were still cat related. Sometimes, little phone charms with a polite looking ginger cat decorated at the end of it would end up on your nightstand. Once you two settled down on the stools behind your kitchen counter, he'd even pass you small tokens moving from cat to more you related.

His excuses? I happened to be shopping in this store and I thought of you. There was a great deal and I just couldn't pass it up. They gave me an extra one for free.

And as he dished out each one, the least convinced you got. It was so hard for you to try returning the gestures as well, but when you could you saw in his eyes how much he appreciated it.

Love was a constant feeling in your everyday life, seeing Pawker curled up at your side after waking up from a long night always made your heart squeeze. However as you continued to talk and talk and talk with Miguel, there was this unfamiliar ardor that grew and grew and grew in your heart.

It was undeniable, you were in love.

And you were going to do something about it.

Miguel's schedule conflicted with yours most times, even if you tried being sneaky with finding out what days he was free, it was like fighting a losing battle. Which meant that there was only one option left for the both of you.

You knew that Miguel was going to be coming over again tonight, which meant that it was time to spruce up your apartment. You had cleaned the moment you got home from work, dug a little deeper in your wardrobe for your better items of clothing, and brought out the good wine.

It seemed that you weren't the only one excited for this surprise date, Pawker was oddly more well-behaved tonight compared to any other night. Staying inside your room, and you haven't heard any claws scratching at the door or vocals for the past thirty minutes.

You waited for midnight to hit as you anxiously clutched the bouquet of flowers that you bought on the way home, you basically feel the petals falling out from how tight you were holding it.

When you sensed the shift in gravity, saw the colours light up the dimness of your apartment, and smiled once Miguel walked through, you'd prayed he wouldn't jump hack into the portal once he caught sight of you.

And thank god, he didn't.

"Hi." is all you're able to say as you hand out the flowers for Miguel, it seems that he dressed up for the occasion. Partially at least, you could still see his suit from under the long sleeve shirt and sweatpants. His large hands take the bouquet from you, eyes darting back and forth as if he was in a dream.

"What's all this?" He asks, tone dripping in absolute disbelief at what's happening right now. Perching himself down on one of your stools like he was about to pass out. God, you were amazing.

"I know you don't have time for things like this so, I took matters in to my own hands." You sat down beside him like you always do, pouring wine into his glass then into yours before taking a big sip.

The look of wonder and awe as Miguel admired your little date set-up made you feel absolutely victorious, he had to put the flowers you got him on the counter otherwise they were going to fall out of his hands from how stunned he was.

"I thought I'd take initiative, you know before you go bankrupt from constantly buying me and Pawker gifts." Miguel chuckles at your witty comment, taking your hands in his, brushing his thumbs over your knuckles. This is probably the happiest you've ever seen him, and you took even more pride knowing that you'll be the only person to make him feel this type of way from now on.

"I've– I've been wanting to ask you out for a while, with the gifts and all, but our schedules and I wasn't a hundred percent sure that you liked me."

As he says that, one of your hands slip out from his grasp and your fingers cup his cheek. He leans into the touch, hearts in his eyes as he does so. You were addicted to him.

"I think you'd have to buy me a new heart too because there's no way that I wouldn't like you back," It was strange to think that all of this happened because you found out that your cat was a vigilante, you never could have imagined that your first love would be a grumpy, emotionally constipated, superhero from another dimension, but you were more than happy with what you got now.

After your words sat in the atmosphere a little longer, Miguel brings your hand to his chest where you could feel his heart beating faster than a race car. "I want to kiss you, please let me kiss you, cariño."

You frantically nodded your head, standing up from your seat so that you could be on par with his height as your arms move to his shoulders for support. "Okay."

Then he kisses you.

Bold, passionate and those two are words aren't even enough to describe it. Your fingers find his curls, tugging at them softly to try getting him closer to you and he moans into your mouth. His hands paw at your waist, digging into the sides of your body so that you can slot in-between his legs.

Once you two separate, it's hard to catch your breath. You pant heavily, head lolled against his shoulder before small snickers slip past your mouth. You couldn't believe you just fucking did that.

Miguel pulls you off of him, but still keeps you close. Looking you deep in the eye, thinking that he's going to pull you in for another kiss until—

Meooooooowwwwwww...

You freeze in place, brows furrowing as you quickly turn your head to your bedroom door, waiting for a few seconds before that grating sound of claw marks against wood rings in your ears again and you sigh. Miguel doesn't seem entirely fazed though, his grip on your waist loosens as he allows you to step back.

"Someone's upset." You state, taking slow strides over to your door. You don't want to leave Miguel yet.

"You can take it if you want," He shrugs his shoulders, spinning the wine in the glass then taking a sip. "Then we could continue where we left off." A wolfish grin curls at his lips.

Without hesitation, you open the door. Cooing and reassuring Pawker that you still loved him even though Miguel's tongue was down your throat not even a minute ago.

What a cat he was.

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[ficzers]

hi!! I was wondering if you could do a little one-shot with Error x male reader? Maybe a first date in the anti void watching undernovela or smth cute like that?

no pressure ofc!! Ignore this if you don’t wanna or feel uncomfortable :3

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𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖

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Well, here you are.

It was your first date with Error, the skeleton you had met two years ago by pure accident. He definitely wasn’t the easiest skeleton to befriend, let alone to try and romance, as his ego and pride got in the way of many opportunities for heart-to-hearts. It took many months of beating around the bush before Error laid out his feelings for you, and by that point, you had been patiently waiting for his confession since the second year had started.

The date was to take place in the anti-void - and while it wasn’t the most romantic spot, even just going on a ‘date’ was already leaps and bounds out of Error’s comfort zone, so you were alright with letting him take all the reigns during it.

You were currently standing near the portal that was made for you that entered the anti-void, and you were surprised to not see him waiting for you as soon as you stepped inside.

“Error?” You called out, looking around.

The portal closed behind you, revealing Error standing behind it. His head was low, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Oh! There you are,” You said, “Sooo, where are we heading?”

“I have everything set up over by the TV,” He mumbled.

He walked you two towards an area set up for the event of your date: watching Undernovela. Again, not exactly the peak of romance, but the show is what made you two get close in the first place. Plus, the season finale was airing tonight, there’s no way you two could miss it.

You noticed Error was being more silent than usual, his gaze focusing everywhere but you. You awkwardly coughed, trying to fill the silence.

“Is, uh… everything alright?” You bravely ask, “Listen, if you’re uncomfortable with this, we can always call it off-”

“No, no,” Error grumbled, “We are doing this. We are going to watch TV, like we always do, we are going to do what we always do… just… as a date. We are going to have fun.”

You noticed how his hands have balled up into fists, and how his slight frown had now contorted into a full on grimace. If you were bold enough to assume so, you would almost think Error was nervous.

You knew by now that you couldn’t just come right out and acknowledge that. With Error, you had to stealthily snake your way around his issues so you were indirectly helping him with it. If you faced it head on, you would not only be met with Error denying he felt anything at all, but also be kicked out of the anti-void and deal with a bout of ghosting on his end.

“… You know, I’m pretty nervous,” You said, “I’m glad we chose to do something comfortable. Something stress-free, y’know? Just watching TV, relaxing on the couch, no one around.”

“Why would you be nervous,” He scoffed, his grin picking up slightly, “Be thankful you’re so lucky to go on a date with me.”

You shake your head slightly with a smirk, happy to see him at least a tiny bit more relaxed.

You two had reached the television set at that point, and you settled into your usual spot; the very left end of the couch he had set up for you two. While you always sat there as your designated spot, Error would change it up lots between the various beanbags scattered about, but he usually sat on the very right end of the same couch. Today, he seemed like he was going to take that same spot, but he faltered for a moment. You glanced at him, but turned your full attention to him when he sat mere inches away from you instead.

He was sitting on the edge of the cushion with perfect straight posture, his hands gripping his shorts on his lap, and his head held forward, not daring to meet your gaze. You had to stifle a chuckle over how ridiculously stiff he looked.

“Error, just because this is a date doesn’t mean you have to sit super close to me, do what makes you comforta-”

“NO IT'S OKAY I WANT TO DO THIS!” He angrily barked out, turning to point an accusatory finger at you, “LET ME DO WHAT I WANT!”

You raised your hands up in an effort to placate him, your own grin betraying you and making him even more defensive. He snatched the remote from the small coffee table he got for the pair of you to have for “TV time” (which Error was insistent you didn’t name it), and flicked the TV to the new episode of Telenovela.

Five minutes in, he finally seemed to relax as he sat back, letting his body sink into the cushions. The two of you began your usual commentary over the new episode, such as how the character was so dumb for doing this, the plot is obviously going a certain direction because of that, and Error began his usual habit of listing off all his theories. They usually weren’t true.

The episode was halfway done at this point, and you could definitely say that the date was going well. Error seemed comfortable. He was enjoying himself.

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Authors Notes: TYSM for being my first request!! This was so fun to do, esp cuz Error is my fav AU Sans. If you have any more requests, don’t be afraid to put in as many as u want!! Hope u enjoyed the fic❤️❤️

[downbadperture]

~Hello Hello!~

This is a Portal x Reader blog! This blog is basically just for fun and to hopefully regain writing motivation and I love all these stupid little guys so here we are. The guy who runs this blog is nonbinary transmasc and has ADHD. So just throwing that out there before everything else. ANYWAYS YEAH HERE WE GO

~What to know~

Please be 16+, that's all I ask

Please be patient with me. This blog is for fun and as a hobby to branch off from the stresses of life with these funny little stupid guys. So if you spam me about why your request wasn't chosen, it's probably because i'm busy or I simply don't want to do it.

I'll only do requests that interest me. So if you're like my 100th Wheatley request, high chance i won't pick it unless it interests me

I don't do flat out smut, take that back to Ao3

While I do romantic and platonic requests, I don't do familial stuff. Found family is cool, but if it's like "Glados if she was my mom" that kinda squicks me out maaan

I don't do proship shit, take that shit to the incinerator

Please be specific whether you want a list of headcanons or want a little oneshot

The more obscure the character, the bigger likelihood you'll be picked. Like if you're saying that you want to kiss Virgil then you have a better chance of someone who wants to kiss Wheatley (You can still request Wheatley btw, just make it fun)

~Stuff I will do~

Any canon robots

Any canon humans

Characters from mods (MEL, Aperture Tag, Revolutions, ETC)

Fan Shows (Meet the Cores, The Underground)

Any sorta reader, just specify how they present or else i'll just default to GN

I can do poly relationships if you'd like (Like Glados x Reader x Chell)

If we're doing robots, tell me how you want them to be whether it's their canon designs, androids or humans. If not I will default to their canon designs, so don't come at me if it ends with you kissing some flat face

You can request multiple characters if it's a headcanons list like "The corrupted cores with their GN!S/O" and I will make headcanons for all of em

AUS and stuff

ANYWAYS UH- keep kissing some flat faces my guys, and have fun

[24-7-testing]

The end of the year can be tough for a lot of people. My goal? To make it a little bit brighter. That's why I'm pleased to once again announce the return of...

The Portal Holiday Spirit Initiative!

To help bring a smile to people's faces this year, I will be sending FREE Portal-Themed Holiday Cards to anyone who asks for one! There are a few changes to the cards this year because life has gotten very busy for me and I have less free time than in years past.

This year there will only be one card design, featuring artwork from one of the Portal Fandom's awesome artists! The cards will still be customizable to any Winter Holiday of your choosing, but you'll have to wait for your card to arrive in order to see how (the method takes cues from the Portal game's sense of humor, so it will very much be on-brand).

This year is also special because it is PHSI's 5th Anniversary! I can’t express the amount of thanks everyone who has participated over the years, whether you've reblogged and shared, requested cards, helped with artwork, or helped in other ways. You all deserve my recognition and thanks for volunteering your time, talents, and support! Thanks for helping to make PHSI a special fandom tradition!

If you would like to receive a Portal-Themed Holiday Card:

Visit bit.ly/PHSI-2023 ...

Answer the questions in the forms...

Wait for your card to be sent!

It's that easy! Card Requests are now open, and close on December 20th in order to give me enough time to make and send all the cards before the end of the year. Please submit sooner rather than later so I have time to finish them all!

Also, please don’t be afraid to request a physical card if you don’t live in the US! The card service I've chosen says they ship worldwide and, while it might take a bit longer for you to receive your card depending on what country you live in, the cards will get mailed to whatever address you provide, domestic or foreign. Last year I mailed/emailed a total of 164 cards to Italy, Canada, Germany, England, Poland, The US, The United Kingdom, Brazil, India, and Slovenia!

I’m happy to be a part of the Portal Fandom and hope to bring a smile to others in the Fandom this year! Making and emailing Holiday Cards takes time and effort, and sending physical cards is expensive. While it isn't a requirement to receive a card, I would greatly appreciate if you'd like to give $4 to cover the cost of your card or someone else's. Please visit ko-fi.com/247testing and click the Donate button if you want to help out. 

Also, feel free to DM me with any questions or comments. Thanks!

Answers for common questions and concerns under the cut:

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The artist’s social media is listed on the back of every card featuring their artwork. Look them up, commission them, reblog their art, and support them however you can!

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Double check your email inbox and junk folders. I send everyone an email that either confirms your Holiday Card has shipped or includes your eCard! Physical cards take 1-2 weeks to arrive. If your physical card fails to show up after the first week of January, please reach out to me and I’ll send you a replacement eCard!

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[jainaism]

SPOIERS PTR 11.0.7

Kalecgos's hypothesis that Dalaran's debris interferes with long-range teleportation seems correct. Mage portals have appeared along the shore, but no one has stepped through them. There are likely mages trapped within the portals. Or, something mana hungry--like felhunters--may be being lured here by the release of Dalaran's power. We must investigate. Mages of the Kirin Tor may be in danger. The felhunters are an acceptable risk. Let us not waste anymore time.

Kalecgos says: Have you spoken to Aethas at the outpost? Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Not yet. I thought I was ready to see Dalaran's ruins again, but I arrived and just... froze. Kalecgos says: That's... understandable. Come, we'll go together.The two head out.

Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Grief heals slowly, Aethas. Be patient, and more will answer your missives in time. Archmage Aethas Sunreaver says: And as quickly as she arrived, she is gone. Kalecgos says: Don't be so hard on her, Aethas. She is not taking this as well as it would appear. Archmage Aethas Sunreaver says: I know. I just was hoping to get her help with "arrangements" since she had been here when Dalaran fell.

A few mages have come but… I expected more to act on Aethas's call to action. But perhaps that was wishful thinking. We need more help despite what you and Kalecgos did at Mourning Rise. Aside from Kel'Thuzad's pendant, the kobolds' plunder was middling-powered artifacts. Meanwhile, there have been reports of powerful magical objects filtering through Azj-Kahet, meaning the nerubians must have scavenged Dalaran's crash first! We must find these artifacts before they are used against us.

A mana bomb. This os a worst-case scenario. And we only have ourselves to blame

This is exactly what I had feared. Thalen Songweaver's notes on the mana bomb he devised to devastate Theramore were under guard in Dalaran. Few knew of this. I argued they should be destroyed. But others argued if such a bomb was again created, we would need them to disarm it. And now those notes are both the problem and the solution. Thankfully, I have read these notes. I will walk you through disarming the mana bomb.

Distangle the bomb's power sources while I suppress it. We cannot allow the mana bomb to detonate! Realign the mana bomb's matrix!

The larger threat has been contained, but I believe there are still other artifacts important to our legacy--good and bad--here in Azj-Kahet. While they are still dangerous, their knowledge may benefit us in the long run. And, we must not allow the nerubians to profit from what they and Xal'atath did to Dalaran. Leave no dark corners here in the Breathing Pit unexplored.

 Some of the relics the nerubians now possess were housed in carefully-designed containment vaults on Dalaran. That is how dangerous and powerful they are. With those vaults gone, the only course of action we can take is to destroy them. In hindsight, it seems a grave mistake to have gathered so many powerful artifacts in one place--even if that place was Dalaran. I would trust no one else with this task. Find and destroy those artifacts.

This bomb should not have been built. Kirin Tor leadership is to blame. But we are all complicit and must atone for it. I will dispose of the bomb. Destroy the other artifacts and meet me in the Tranquil Strand  More mages have arrived in our absence. That is… heartening to see.

Kalecgos says: Everyone brought a memento of someone we lost to commit to the ocean. Upon placing the Shattered Dalaran Crystals Archmage Aethas Sunreaver says: As we send them off, we let go of the past to face the future and become stronger. Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: We must acknowledge our past errors and correct our course. Archmage Khadgar says: No matter how painful, we must embrace change as we honor those we have lost.

[ask-the-royal-absol]

And so Kader rushed off to gather the materials needed for his gift. His sister smiled. Seeing Kader be this excited about something made her happy. Considering all that had happened recently, she knew Kader needed something like this to keep him distracted. Clover headed back towards her room, humming the soft tune her mother used to sing to the both of them.

All the staff in the Whimsain Castle could see was the young prince moving with pace around the grounds. Nobody wished to question what he was doing but could see that whatever it was, it brought him joy. It was a nice sight to see. He'd been incredibly distraught after what had happened so this was the first they had seen him smile in a while.

First, Kader gathered some oak wood, taken from one of the trees in the nearby forest. He frequented the forest when he was young, going with his father on long walks. Next, he collected some of the metal scraps the Terrestrians traded to his kingdom. This trade involved an exchange of rare candies for metal parts. His kingdom was well known for baking the levelling up treats.

He asked two of his staff members, Ted the carpenter and Josey the blacksmith, to assist him in making the parts. There was some parts where he was unsure where to start but he knew he would be given help. Ted, the oranguru, laughed when the young prince decided to use the wrong type of saw for what he wanted to do and decided to take over for a bit. Embarrassed, Kader sat patiently and watched the oranguru work, marvelling at his skill. Ted had been in his family's service for years, crafting gorgeous furniture which were spread throughout the castle. The box had such a brilliant finish to it and Kader was given the opportunity to create some engravings on it. Working with care and precision, he finished after a good few hours. He pulled inspiration from the designs scattered around his kingdom. The tiny stars and swirls were a common pattern found engraved on many of the stone worked buildings. He was impressed. It wasn't as good as his sewing work but he was satisfied with the outcome.

Next came the metal pieces to be placed inside. Josey, an armarouge who had recently come over from Terrestria, had a knack for making delicate and intricate metallic structures and was able to shape the parts needed easily. It was lucky she also had some expertise in music and this definitely helped with getting the pieces to make the right notes. Kader wasn't a big fan of the heat needed for this work but appreciated the time it took her to make what he needed. She smiled at him as she pulled out the cooled tiny metallic tube and comb-like piece from the moulds. They looked perfect and had such a lovely shine to them.

Finally, with some assistance, he was able to piece everything together. It looked fantastic. He was so proud of what had been created. Testing it out by rotating the tiny handle, it sounded amazing. Each note reminded him of both of his parents. He practice singing with it a couple of times, though he soon realised he wasn't the greatest at singing. Regardless, he kept at it until he was able to get the song almost perfect. After carefully selecting some wrapping paper and ribbon to go around it, he wrapped the small box up, quite excited to see the reaction of the Pokémon he was giving it to. He sent a message to the star sending Pokémon, informing them of where to bring the recipient of his gift and what time. Everything was sorted. Now time to get himself ready.

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This Pokémon really was something. A Pokémon that could create portals to different places. Kader wondered if he would be able to learn of this power someday. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind and stepped through the golden ring. He arrived in the Golden Oak Forest, the same location where he got the wood for his gift from. He just hoped the other Pokémon was able to make it in time.

Sitting on the bench was a Pokémon he has never seen before. She looked a bit like a gardevoir and so figured that she may be a regional variant of one. He had heard about regional variants from the stories told by the guardian. He approached the Pokémon, a slight nervous tremble in his step.

"Excuse me," began Kader, looking down at the Pokémon, "Are you by any chance the one known as Magpie?" She indicated that she indeed was, which allowed Kader to breathe a small sigh of relief. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Prince Kader of the Kingdom of Whimsain, located in Arkaedia. I am glad you were transported to this place without getting lost. Seems the star sending spirit did its job well. I must admit, I don't believe we have your species of Pokémon in our or any of the other kingdoms. I would love to ask you some questions but that's not the reason why I'm hear."

Kader carefully handed the box to Magpie. He waited in anticipation, hoping the gift would suffice. When the wrapping had been removed, Magpie held up a small music box, with small engraved patterns on. Looking inside, the carvings continued and tiny, intricate metal part stood still, eagerly awaiting the twist of the handle to sing its simple song.

"So, I saw that on your list, you wanted something related to music. I am going to be honest, I'm not the most musical Pokémon. However, my mother was. She was a wonderful, kind Pokémon who used to sing many beautiful tunes to my sister and I. I figured that I could share one of those songs as my gift to you. The music box was made with the wood from one of the trees in this forest. I helped with the engravings but my carpenter shaped the box. The metal parts inside were made by one of my blacksmiths. I'm not the best when it comes to work like that so I decided to leave it for her to do. I, with the instruction and guidance of my carpenter and blacksmith, constructed the box together. I hope you like it."

Kader sat down on the bench next to Magpie, shuffling to get himself comfortable."

"Before you take the music box away, I wish to share one of my mother's songs with you. It is a tune she used to sing whenever my sister and I were feeling blue. It used to cheer us up and I hope it will bring you cheer too in dark times."

He was incredibly nervous about this. His mother always made this tune sound wonderful and he knew he wasn't as good as her. However, he knew he needed to try. He cleared his throat and levitated the music box with his psychic abilities.

His voice was soft as he sung. He tried to copy how his mother would have approached the song. The music box sang its melody and Kader felt a sense of joy from it. Finishing the tune, Kader took a deep breath in. He was worried he may have been slightly out of tune but he enjoyed singing it.

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Mod note:

So, this is my star sending for @idolmelodies ! I was so excited to get you! As soon as I saw your character wanted something related to music, I knew I needed to make a song. Gonna be honest, I have no musical knowledge so it was a challenge creating a tune but I enjoy figuring out the notes anyway! It was fun considering what Kader would do. Of course, having a mother who loved music certainly helped and when you're royalty you have access to a lot of resources. I hope you have a happy holidays!