#What if my headcannons and AUs are just boring there

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Blu headcannons - Demoman

This is probably not the best time to be posting but I'm gonna show My Boy to the world

If red Demoman is Scottish I feel it's only right that Blu Demoman is from Ireland.

They can dunk on the British together. As they should.

I don't have a name yet but!

His dad was a Miner, his mom did odd jobs here and there. His parents worked hard to get him through school..and yet he couldn't figure out what it is he wanted to do much to his families disappointment. Tried to get into college for chemical engineering or something. Didn't have the funds for it.

He did have a knack for chemicals and explosions. For better or worse. Has probably gotten in trouble with his Experimenting.

Was brought into Blu not knowing that it was a Mercenary job. Genuinely thought this was a construction job.

Someone save this poor man. At least he gets to blow things and people up without getting in trouble and he gets paid.

His parents are Happy their son found a stable job that pays well. So now he can't exactly leave without letting his parents down and asking Questions.

Will give you a long lecture on his thoughts on different alcohols and explosives.

Does not drink nearly as much as Red Demoman. No one does let's be real.

Loves mythology and will happily tell you his favorite stories. Would get along well with Tavish if they ever got to talk.

Wears an eye patch to do that trick pirates did so they can have on demand night vision. Also I think he just thinks pirates are Neat.

Like Blu engineer, Blu Demoman feels out of place among the others. At least engineer had some expectations/ preparation before hand. Probably friends with Blu Engineer.

Loves sweaters and blankets and nice socks. Unfortunately the desert is not that kind of place for that

At the end of the day he hopes he can make his parents proud and find his way after this stint at Blu

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hi its 🍓 anon, can I request comfort with Gaming, Bennett, Scaramouche, Cyno, and Tighnari?

I accidentally hurt my cat's leg maybe like 20 minutes ago from when this is in your inbox but I've honestly just been crying and curling up on the ground where she's laying underneath my desk. I feel awful even though it's an accident ☹️

I'm hoping she's okay and it's not bad but I'm scared I permanently gave her a limp or that she will hate me and no longer want to be around me anymore

multiple characters headcannons!

you accidentally hurt your pet.

characters: gaming, bennett, wanderer, cyno, tighnari x gn!reader

author's note: hi 🍓anon i'm sorry i'm doing this req so late but writer's block is there for some reason🤷‍♂️ I HOPE YOUR CAT IS OKAY NOW THO AND THAT SHE STILL LOVES YOU IK HOW IT IS😭 anyways i decided to write this cuz i was bored lmfao enjoyyyy🔥🔥

♡ Gaming

-definetly gets worried after he sees you on the ground crying like that.

-"no... my love, what's wrong? you can talk to me, okay?"

-all while the pet was in the corner of the room, unphased.

-if left the room soon enough, but that was unnoticed by gaming.

-after you did your best at explaining the situation to him, he understood what you meant.

-a bit confused as to why were you thag worried about it, but he reassured you that your pet was fine and that they most probably forgive you.

-he's going to cuddle the pet with you to help you "apologize" to it.

-with gaming there, your pet will forget about what happened and just cuddle with the two of you there like nothing ever happened<3

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⑅ Bennett

-now, he's hurt a fair share of animals in his life due to his unluckiness.

-and he always feels really bad for them afterwards, so he would understand after you vent to him about it.

-"hmm... yeah... i get it.."

-but him, knowing that you're not as unlucky as he is, he reassures you that your pet is okay and still loves you.

-he'll prove it to you too.

-but first he would first make you take your mind off of it for a bit.

-and then feed the pet together as some parents to their 3yo child.

-now, speaking of him proving it to you, he'll just let you pet it and let it slowly lean into your gentle caressing of it.

-the only time he was lucky in his life was when he got to be with you.

-you just looked to precious being happy that your pet has forgiven you.

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✧ Wanderer

-he just doesn't get it.

-why the hell are you rolling on the floor, crying, because you THINK you hurt your pet?

-"but are you sure you've actually hurt it? y'know, if you actually did, then its anger is justified-"

-until you started crying more.

-"b-but you probably didn't. so don't worry. you'll be fine, just like that like creature you call your pet."

-i mean you stopped crying so it was something????

-you'll have to beg him to cuddle you w your pet but eventually you'll convince him.

-the funny part was the fact that the pet was just more fond of wanderer, rather than you, despite forgiving you for anything and everything.

-for some unknown reasons, all animals like him, really.

-(if your pet is an aranara in some type of this teyvat au then it's even cuter)

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๑ Cyno

-he doesn't react much, really.

-not like alhaitham, but just more of his canon personality when he's not making dad jokes.

-i mean if anything, he's confused, but yeah.

-he just stares you on the floor.

-"what happened?"

-in the most monotone voice ever.

-and then after he understands why you're doing all of that, he shows a bit more of emotion.

-hardly spotted, but it's there.

-"well... i know something that can improve your mood. what do you call a-"

-you just give him a death stare. he doesn't continue speaking from there.

-afterwards, you'll feel the little cutie together and see that it's totally fine!

-you will get to hear the joke he was meaning to say sometime later, now he just doesn't wanna irritate you, he feels as if you need happiness now, not his dumb dad jokes.

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✿⁠ Tighnari

-he genuinely gets worried.

-but worried in a mom way.

-"you're crying because of something you THINK? are you hearing yourself right now?"

-he's sassy, even when genuinely concerned.

-now, after telling you to take a few deep breaths, calm down, and drink a glass of water, he sits you down and lets you explain everything in great detail.

-then he brings the pet to the both of you, while he checks the pet for any scars, but they fortunately aren't there!

-you get incredibly happy and hug both tighnari and the pet, but he still doesn't understand if ut was worth the crying on the floor.

-your pet literally still loved you.

-but at least he was happy to help.

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okay i think this wasn't that bad

i really like cyno's and tighnari's tho

but this was fun to write overall tbh lol

| 🍓anon | @mariaace <3

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TikTok Chef!Buck AU: several sentences sunday (or something like that)

I'm close to finishing the fic I've been working on so I finally felt like I could write a little something based off this headcannon without feeling too guilty about it, lol. 2k of mostly crack, please enjoy.

It all starts when Tommy’s stuck on his couch for a week with a sprained knee. He wishes he could claim it happened doing something heroic–or at the very least badass–but in truth it was the result of letting his ego get the best of him at the squat rack. 

Lucy stops by a few times to keep him company, which really means letting herself in unannounced with her spare key, eating all the leftovers in his fridge, and offering an unsolicited running critique of whatever show he’s watching. Today it was Below Deck reruns. 

“If I ever decide to take a vacation on a boat, tackle me, this shit does not look worth it.”

“You really don’t have to be here you know,” Tommy says, leaning over to grab some chips from the near-empty bag she was cradling before they were all gone. He’d been looking forward to eating those for dinner and feeling sorry for himself. 

Lucy just snorts. “Please, if I wasn’t here you’d already be up to something ill advised. I caught you looking up deck chair patterns earlier, power tools don’t go well with injuries, Tommy, even if it’s only carpentry.”

Well, she had him there. 

At least she had the decency to order them Chinese take out for dinner so he wouldn’t have to Instacart a can of soup or something equally pathetic. 

Before she left she made a grabby hand at him. “Give me your phone.”

“Why?” Tommy asks, already suspicious. 

She met his suspicion with boredom. “Don’t ask stupid questions, just do it.”

Rolling his eyes, he hands it over, giving into her whim, and maybe he should find it a little more unsettling that she already seems to know his password off by heart. 

She clicks around for long enough that Tommy starts getting nervous: what was the last text message he sent? Was it embarrassing? Were all his nudes still in that locked folder? Did she know the password for that too? Just when he was going to start asking questions she tosses his phone back. “Here, this should keep you entertained for a while,” she explains as he scrambles to catch it. “My niece wastes hours of her life on this crap.”

“Such ringing endorsement,” Tomy grumbles, she’s downloaded some kind of video app onto his phone. TikTok. Perfect. He’d heard of that one, apparently it was single handedly ruining a whole generation’s attention span and the Chinese government was using it to spy on the inner lives of teenagers with stupid haircuts and a critical lack of social skills. 

“Are you sure you didn’t just give me some kind of virus?” Tommy asks, clicking around the home page arbitrarily, the UI didn’t make a lick of sense. 

“Har, har. You were always good at picking up new skills, I’m sure you’ll figure this out in no time. I have faith in you,” she says, clapping him hard enough on the shoulder to make him wince. 

He finds his profile page by total mistake. His username reads: benchedcockwrangler.

“How do I change this?” he asks, waving his phone at her as she makes for the door. 

“You don’t,” she says, without looking back. “Don’t stay up on that thing all night, it will ruin your sleep schedule!”

Tommy winces as the front door slams and sighs. He’ll figure out how to change it later. After all, beggars can’t be choosers and three days into his mandatory medical leave he’s already so bored he’s ready to stab his eyes out with hot pokers just to mix it up a bit. 

He scrolls through the app, and based on most of what he sees he finds himself unable to justify its existence in the first place. It feels like every video he watches drags him into a deeper alternate universe where everyone’s wholeheartedly competing for the top of the podium at the Darwin Awards. 

There’s a woman digging tunnels under her apartment that Tommy is positive are not up to code (that’s a call just waiting to happen); and two young ladies mixing cocktails of a concerning hue and variety at random local establishments (not necessarily anything that would warrant a trip to the ER but potentially a health code violation); and what seems like an ungodly number of men hosting podcasts (Tommy is pretty sure that even during his darkest days rotting in the closet he had a better batting average picking up women than any of these bozos.)

Tommy’s eyes start to glaze over as he scrolls past comedians, and political commentators, and people reviewing romance novels, and–how has it already been forty minutes?

He’s about ready to give up and throw his phone across the room and leave it there until Lucy shows up tomorrow and he can make her delete it off his phone, when catchy music, an arm roped with muscle, and a criminally tight shirt sleeve catches his attention. 

It’s some kind of cooking video and his first impression is: how is anyone supposed to understand what’s going on with edits that fast? His second impression is: hot man. Man hot.

Soon his brain is catching up with his eyes, kickstarting like a toddler being exposed to sugar for the first time. 

Cooking might be a generous description for what’s going on here. The man is obviously skilled, but the main focus of the video seems to be how hot he looks in an apron (very) and whether it’s possible to bring half a peach to completion by finger blasting the pit out of it (not like, whether or not you should pre-bake your tart crust to achieve an ideal texture). 

Tommy has to watch it twice just to fully absorb everything that’s going on. He’s making some kind of deconstructed peach crumble topped with an obscene amount of whipped cream and steak with fries that looks fancier than anything Tommy’s ever eaten at a restaurant. 

Half way through the video the man wipes down the worktop shirtless with a cloth sudsy enough to make Tommy’s mouth go instantly dry then suddenly wet enough he’s forced to swallow. 

He clicks through to ChefFirehose’s profile just to, you know, get a better sample size. Tommy’s not above letting himself be manipulated by a man with biceps like melons and a cute smile. 

His profile description reads: LA resident, self-taught, putting out fires and saving lives in my spare time. Just here to give the food the appreciation it deserves. Let me show off for you 😉.

Tommy thinks this guy must be new to town, because living nearly a decade even in a city as sprawling and overcrowded as LA, he doesn’t know how he could miss running into this guy on the job. There was no way he wouldn’t remember a guy this hot even through turnouts, a helmet, and smeared in a thick layer of soot.

He starts working his way back through ChefFirehose’s videos, and some are admittedly a little less chaotic than the rest, but all of them are just tongue-and-cheek enough that Tommy feels confident he’s just one in close to a million people in on a joke and not enabling someone’s very real personality disorder. 

He’s stuck somewhere between disbelief and admiration. He definitely wouldn't have the balls to post this on the internet for everyone to see and so obviously thirst over. He braves the comment section on a few of the videos and it’s just a litany of horned-up men and women trying their best to make ChefFirehose laugh, or get in his pants, or both. He replies to almost all of his comments with either a smirking emoji or acting deliberately oblivious when someone tries to bait him into giving up the bit. Tommy finds him funny and maybe a little more endearing than he should after ten videos. 

Tommy can’t really blame them for trying to shoot their shot so shamelessly. ChefFirehose’s wardrobe consists of polos plastered so tight to his skin that Tommy was mildly concerned about restricted blood circulation, dress shirts buttoned dangerously low, and slacks that wrap snugly around miles of long, toned leg. 

Those weren’t Tommy’s favorite looks though. No, every so often a video would start and he’s be dressed down in soft looking sweatpants, a baseball cap pushed on backwards plastering his auburn curls to his forehead, and a white tank top–or if Tommy was really lucky, no shirt at all (sometimes not even the apron which Tommy had mixed feelings about...), his muscled arms and shoulders on full display. He’s got tattoos decorating his forearms that Tommy can’t quite make out, a collection of fine lines on pale skin like thin ribbons of chocolate drizzled over a crape. 

Those videos are most often breakfast related and ChefFirehose is barefoot in his kitchen, the warm sunlight casting his face in gold. He paints such an enticing tableau it’s all too easy for Tommy’s brain to plop himself right down in that scene, imagination running wild. He can so easily picture what it would be like: in that kitchen, feeling the warm cast of sun on his face and getting to watch built, handsome man make him breakfast with that flirty confidence of his. 

Tommy bookmarks a video of him making an omelet, the way he handles the eggs making Tommy blush like he’s a schoolgirl and not a man pushing forty. He feels less guilty about getting hard over it on the sofa surrounded by takeout containers than he probably should.  

The screen goes suddenly black and Tommy’s faced with his own reflection in the finger smudged screen, chin rolls and all. Fuck. He reaches for his charger. God, his life was depressing at the moment, and apparently he really needs to get laid.

So yeah, by the time his two weeks of recovery are up he’s feeling a little stir crazy in an entirely different way than before. He’s never been more glad to get back to work, put some of this weirdness behind him and get some much needed distance from his phone.

That’s only part of the reason why he doesn’t even think twice when Howie calls him for a favor. A big favor. And that was only the first of many surprises the universe had in store for him, apparently.

Even fully clothed in his LFD uniform Tommy recognises him. Evan. Evan, Evan, Evan, (Tommy repeats over and over in his head until it drowns out every other name Tommy’s assigned him the past few weeks: slutty egg guy, ChefBigDick, totally off limits boyfriend material–just to name a few).

“So you’re the guy who’s gonna fly us into a hurricane.” Evan sounds a little breathless, like maybe he jogged all the way here, and Tommy chalks it up to the high that accompanies stealing government property. “Chim said you were the best pilot he knows and good in a pinch, but I still thought there was no way anyone that good would agree to something this crazy.”

Tommy’s definitely starting to feel a little crazy. Evan’s still shaking his hand. His grip is solid, his fingers long and nimble, surprisingly soft against this palm (he must really lather on the hand lotion) and Tommy can’t stop thinking about all the talented things he knows they can do. 

 “That’s me. Though I’m pretty sure I’m just the only pilot Howie knows who's in town at the moment.” 

“You look good to me–capable, I mean.” Evan gives him a solid smack on the shoulder with his free hand. His mouth does something funny like he's trying to hold back the sheer force of his excitement by his teeth. “Solid.”

His eyes are even bigger and brighter in person, smile softer, even taller than Tommy presumed. Howie’s giving them a weird look from over Evan’s shoulder. The other man with them, Eddie, isn’t paying them any attention, checking out the other helicopters parked on the apron instead, and Tommy forces himself to pull his hand out of Evan’s warm grip. 

Tommy clears his throat. “Good to know. I’ll show you guys the bird we’ll be taking. I've got her all gassed up and ready to go.”

He just met his (internet) celebrity crush and the man of his dreams, and now Tommy was going to get him killed in one of the most spectacular ways imaginable. It seems like they’re all headed for the Darwin Awards this time.

[kichiyosh1]

Modern AU where qiqi is Scara's adoptive little sister and you happen to be her babysitter! Scara sees how good you are with handling kids and slowly starts to develop a crush on you.

Qiqi is aware of this but stays indifferent to this information

once babysitting hours are over and you say your goodbyes for the day, Scara is quick to interogate ask Qiqi how her time with you was, with a look of disinterest as he isn't even maintaining proper eye contact.

She knows it's a facade, because once she starts mentioning even the most boring of details, for long as she mentions your name she can see how her big brother suddenly begins to listen in intently.

"She sure knows how to do her job well."

"But Qiqi just mentioned how she managed to lock qiqi and her out of the house for a whole hour—"

"She got the keys back didn't she? so it's nothing worth fussing over."

She decided to leave out the part where you stuffed her into an open window so she could open the door from the inside. She's not about to ruin her brother's beautiful image of you when he has such a solid look on his face.

He's clearly infatuated

'You can be the most flawed person in the world and he'd still call you perfect', that's how qiqi sees it in simple terms.

"Well, did she perhaps... mention me?"

"If big brother wants to know if she likes him, then why not ask her yourself?"

"That's not what I meant! I'm just being aware of what she thinks about me, and what if you mention something embarrassing about me? i'll be sure to replace your coco goat milk with cereal milk if you ever do such a thing!

This mf acting like the victim, of his own feelings at that!

"Qiqi will put in a good word for you if you don't take away qiqi's coco goat milk"

Both of them nod as they come to an agreement.

"Oh, Qiqi remembers something about big sister [y/n] saying how your room was a little messy."

"YOU LET HER INTO MY ROOM?! Wait, did she touch anything? and if so I will need you to think really really hard to remember what it was."

Qiqi went to sleep that day hugging her coco goat plushie while leaving a flustered scaramouche kicking his feet, head buried into his pillow.

'Qiqi said [y/n] made my bed before laying down on it AHSBSHSVD'

okay maybe that last part didn't happen, but knowing her big brother, she thinks that's how she's supposed to remember it, for his happiness I guess.

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Ya'll do not know how much I love qiqi as if she were my child, so why not put her and Hat guy together for a fic! I might make more headcannons and scenarios for this if you would like :) with Scara using his little sister as an excuse to have you around him hehe

[sanjisblackasswife]

you should do fluff headcannons of monster trio + law sending you a voice message when they miss you while you're gone please 🤭🫶

“𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕍𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖”

Ft. Law, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: None! Fluffy fluff, Modern AU, all established relationships

Luffy

Bro butt dials you A LOT first of all.

So most voice messages are munching noises or him laughing but finally Luffy called you out of boredom but you were busy and Luffy actually leaves a voice message—-

“Hey Y/N!!!! Im bored. I just had some meat. It was good. When you come back home can you bring back some more? I ate it all. Also I ….oh wait I forgot….well M’ganna go finish playing the game. Im bored without you….i miss you…n’stuff….HURRY AND COME BAAACCKKUUHHHHHH…mkay…and answer your phone more jeez you never answer—“

He forgets to hang up the call so the next 15 minutes was you hearing Luffy laugh, curse, and talk crap with Usopp on the game.

Sanji

He loves sending you texts and messages whenever he thinks of you and you’re later greeted with a pleather of messages that warm your heart each time

“Hey, my love. Just thinking about you again. I missed you. I hope everything is okay with you, not working too hard. I’m making some of that cake you liked so much so by the time you get home it’ll be ready as well as your favorite pasta again! I hope you ate something for lunch too. I knew I should have packed you another Bento Box but you swear up and down you were okay…y’know I worry….”

It’s so domestic how Sanji acts on his voice message and the way how his accent creeps through when he is nervous a little when he speaks always warms your heart.

“But I won’t hold you…I know you’re busy..call me when you have the chance or if you need anything! Maybe tonight we can have dinner and a home movie like last week…I love you..”

He always has you on his mind

Zoro

He calls you ONLY when he misses you. He never wants to seem like a bother nor clingy (even though he is but wont admit it).

“Hey….um…Tch why the hell didn’t you answer? I been trying to call you all day—“

He haven’t he has been hesitating to call you because he was afraid he was ganna bother.

“But…I cleaned the place like you said, fed the cat, fed the plants—I mean—I mean I watered them. Like you said. I hope you’re okay. Making me nervous or whatever not answering…But…um…Stay safe alright? And answer your damn phone next time I call!….I miss you….Alright..I Love you bye.”

He tries his best to express his love for you no matter how aggressive it is

He was very relieved to see you when you walked through the door he welcomed you with a hug.

A much needed one.

Law

His goice messages are the quickest and the most forward. He is a busy man himself so he tries to at least keep you in the loop of whats going on during his breaks

“Hey you, I’m on my lunch break now. I was hoping you were too so we can get a quick bite together..guess not though. Well hopefully your day is alright. I know you rushed out in a hurry so you better have ate something! Anyways I’ll see you tonight. I miss you and I love you. Bye.”

He does from time to time check his phone to see if you got his message. Hesitant to text you again right after sending to voice mail.

He does.

[makuzume]

Genshin HCs on how they text their s/o?

Genshin Men Texting their s/o Headcannons (Part 1)

Characters: Neuvilette, Itto, Childe, Ayato

Content: GN! reader; Genshin AU; established relationship; slightly suggestive (Ayato only)

[Masterlist] [Part 2]

💙Neuvilette💙

He has a very formal way of texting: well structured, complete with commas, semi-colomns, dashes, and quotation marks. It's not that he doesn't feel close with you to speak more casually, it's just that it's his natural way of speaking/texting (he already thought he was using casual texting).

Apologizes a lot if you comment on his manner of texting and might try to make it a bit more 'casual,' though it felt too off when he tried it, so you asked him to just text what he's comfortable with.

Sometimes asks you the slang terms used in the newer generation. "Dear, what does sjfskflak stand for? You mentioned that yesterday and I could not find the definition for it." Or even "Dear, what is U.W.U.? Is that some organization from Sumeru? It sounds quite familiar."

He will react to the Reels/TikToks you send him, though he says he will get back to it later on his free time (he always remembers).

There are times when he completely gets drowned in his worked and hasn't said goodnight to you or view your texts the whole night (He apologizes the next day.) Though his instinct is to always greet you good morning once he sees the sun peeking through his window, it's a reminder for him, and he never missed a day to say "Good morning, my dearest. Did you sleep well last night?"

💛Arataki Itto💛

Reading his texts feel loud and lively, it's chaotic- a lot of times he uses uppercase letters, stickers, GIFs, and emojis to express his emotions even further. It's like you can really hear his voice when he texts.

Replies with silly stickers and meme reactions when he's either reading your messages or when he talks about something.

Will literally send his entire IG/Tiktok feed of memes or cool stuff to you.

Typos and wrong spellings all the time.

Itto will update you constantly, he'll send practically everything that reminds him of you "this beetle has ur vibe idk y" or anything mildly interesting that he's doing because you're also his bff got slushies but soem brat ran into me snd spillde it"

Expect constant facetiming for him to show you random stuff, tell a story that just happened, if he's bored, when he's walking through a dark alley and is secretly scared, or if he feels lonely while taking a dump for too long. He's also the type to make silly faces or poses when you accept his call.

He always finds a way to make the most mundane things sound like such s story to tell.

When he feels that your mood isn't vivbing that day, he will always try to lighten the mood through memes or tell you to "lay it on me, my campadre" and do whatever he can think of to cheer you up when he makes a surprise visit (comes over that night with your favorite snack, holding a flower in his mouth, and giving you a rizzed up look to make you smile)

You change his name too frequently it gets confusing sometimes (recent names: beetle dude, Gordon Ramslay, Deoderant, CheesePuff, Guy from McDonalds)

🧡Childe/Tartaglia🧡

There could only exist one: He's either incredibly busy from work and unresponsive for hours/days or he suspiciously has too much free time to be replying a little too quickly to your messages. (He lets you know beforehand if he will be inactive for a while)

Loves using every cute, funny, sweet pet name when texting you. His personal favorite is either babe or one of the many funny ones he can think of like sweet thang, boss, nerd, etc. (if that doesn't offend you)

When he does respond after being gone for days- Childe will send the most random, out of context photos of what he's been up to recently, out of no where (Photo of him on the top of a skyscraper antena, inside a submarine, Mt. Everest, an illegal substance den-) Often this is because this is where his work usually takes him and at the very moment he was done with work he figured he'd text you.

Sends screenshots from chats with his siblings or send photos about his family, talks about them A LOT.

Happy to open his phone and see your messages and see the links you sent, he's just excited to talk to you. He will go "US", "lmaoo", or "FR" and if you send a nice place from a reel/tiktok, he will book a reservation right away to surprise you that week.

INSTANTLY replies the moment he gets a notification from you even if he's at work. (except during those long, complicated missions where he says he will be inactive) you were confused one time where he would view your message, leave you on read for a minute, and reply (you found out later that he was in the middle of beating up some people in their headquarters who owed them money)

💜Ayato💜

Calls you sweetheart, darling, my love, and every other affectionate name. He isn't shy to say anything to you through texts. He's sweet and lets you know exactly how he feels.

Loves teasing you in a subtle, flirty way in his texts, it his way of showing his attraction and affection towards you. Sometimes, he does this during a time when you're outside or if you're out with another guy just to make sure you're reminded that only he knows how to make you blush. Imagining your reactions also amuses him (he knows exactly what to say to make you flusterred and embarassed)

Sends photos of things Ayaka made and things Ayaka she did recently because he acts like a proud grandfather when it comes to her.

Asks you to send photos of yourself when he feels particularly clingy or misses you

There are days he forgets to reply the entire day/night because of his insane workload- but remembers you the next day when he wakes up and realizes 'no wonder my day felt incomplete yesterday': He didn't get to talk to his sweet beloved.

Sometimes texts can get a little more flirty and turn a bit spicy

You get texts from him asking you to check your door (he sends you food and flowers to spoil you and make you smile).

[note: I'm no Itto simp but fave one I made was his]

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[namazunomegami]

emperor!geto x imperial concubine!reader

a/n: I’ve spent way too much time to research about chinese imperial concubines, playing with Royal Chaos during my highschool years and I had a boring shift at work. This is the result. Probably out of character as hell but hey, I wrote this for my enjoyment.

This is part 1 of a lil historical AU drabble series. I’m already finished with Sukuna, Gojo is in the works, and I got some ideas for Choso and Toji but don't think too much about it, ideas are just ideas.

I was so close to write reader as gender neutral but reader owns a type of traditional chinese headgear used exclusively by noblewomen so... yeah, reader is afab if you squint (very hard).

Likes and reblogs are appreciated, mwah <3

wc: 1011, I initally wanted a few headcannons but I got a full ass drabble

cw: suggestive, false accusations, implied murder, mentions of whipping, choking (not the kinky kind), yandere behavior

credits: renmakia for the gorgeous fanart and my dear @notveryrussian for proofreading and just putting up with my massive jjk brainrot every day, luv ya darling <33

MDNI, if you do, I'm gonna catch you like I'm gonna catch Gege.

He’s a monarch who considers his mind a weapon and information as a whetstone despite being born in relative peace. Spending his leisure time reading Sun Ce, the scripts of Confucian and Taoist scholars, sharing afternoon teas and long walks around the gardens with Buddhist priests and conversing about reaching enlightenment. As if he desperately wanted to understand how the world he was meant to rule works. His mandate of heaven brought prosperity, a flourishing economy, a strong connection between allied realms, a good education system that produced more scholars than in any other time before.

Competing for his attention is not an easy task. You almost gave up, bracing yourself for a long and uneventful life where you can only admire him from afar. You sit in the shade of a willow tree with a board of xiangqi, your playmate having left you not so long ago and you were trying to figure out which tactics and strategies they should’ve used to defeat you. You’re so lost in your thoughts you can’t notice him standing there, in the presence of his guards. You kowtow to him, excusing yourself for daring to bother him, pleading for his patience while you pack your things and leave. He likes that your manners are spot on, and he rewards you with a command to stay, to play with him, since xiangqi is a game between two people. And based on the positions of the pieces on the board you’re an experienced player.

Of course, he defeats you with ease, but he’s grateful you showed him everything you’ve got and didn’t let him win. He tells you that his victory lies in applying the teachings of Sun Ce to his playstyle. Your eyes light up and you beg him to elaborate further, maybe he can help you improve your tactics in the next game. He’s such a well-read man, so hungry for knowledge, so desperate to understand people. You’re sure he wants to figure out your thoughts too, what you think about the world, what values dominate your heart. And the secret to win him over is to shower him with all the details and even politely disagree with some of his beliefs and explain your point of view. That’s what gets him going, knowing your place in the hierarchy but not being afraid to stand your ground. Mindless obedience, at this point, bores him. That’s probably the reason why he slowly starts to favor you, your conversations refresh him, inside and outside of his bedchambers.

You may think that earning your place in his heart is a lengthy and hard process, but when he becomes sure that your infatuation comes from an honest place, he generously rewards your efforts. He showers you with gifts, each more thoughtful than the other. He sends you scripts from his personal library about topics that interest you, fulus he received from his priests to protect you and your chambers, phoenix crowns so elaborately adorned with pearls, sapphires, small dragons, and phoenixes made from solid gold. Gowns embroidered with clouds, cranes dancing around them, gifting you a small piece of the sky itself he descended from. He elevates your rank quickly so you can accompany him during events. Letting the whole court look at you, wrapped in everything he gave you, standing so close you can see him stealing glances at you from under the twelve tasseled crown. He rewards your family with money, grain, rice, political power. If he lifts you up, he does the same with everyone important to you.

But Geto’s court is highly competitive. It’s certainly not easy to be his favorite. You can literally smell the stench of jealousy eminating from the other consorts. Their gaze pierces your skin deeply when the eunuchs drag you around the Palace of Heavenly Grace with a brocade blanket hugging your naked figure. They must endure the sight every other night and they have no idea that the son of heaven is ready to serve you and do as you please behind closed doors and not the other way around, as tradition dictates.

Though he can comfort you, outside of his chambers you fear for your life. You needed a food taster now and never dared to walk the gardens without at least four guards in your proximity. You begin to doubt the trust between you and those you’ve befriended, because they can only blame you for his negligence towards them.

And then, the first accusation about you begins circulating around the palace. Some concubines claimed that you were guilty of witchcraft. So many of them are against you, with so much made-up proof you cannot do more than spend the night crying, believing that at dawn, guards will come for you and throw you into a well. You have no idea where Geto is or how you could beg him for protection.

The next day, strangely, a new set of officials deem you innocent. What boggles you even more is that he comes to your residence instead of having you delivered to him. Even his scent is not like it usually is, there’s something metallic, salty, and musky mixed in with the incense smoke.

That night he cradles you, shushing you, promising to keep you safe at all costs. Keeping it a secret how brutally he disposed of the rumor mongers, how he had some of his officials whipped bloody for not believing your testimony or about the thinly veiled threats that he’ll make anyone’s life a living nightmare if anything happened to you. Your heart skips a beat and simultaneously sinks deep in your chest when those of higher rank than you lower their head, trying their best to not look at you as they pass you by. With dark marks staining the skin below the neckline of their gowns, not even the empress consort being an exception.

It's not easy to be his favorite. It’ll never be easy.

But he’s a god, the son of heaven, and heaven will forgive him and so will you.

[stargazostli]

Right so solargeist's really fleshed out watcher headcannons/ au got me thinking

and an idea that's been floating in my head for a while now is 'Grian was always a watcher'. Honestly it was probably originally inspired by the "He was only ever meant to watch", obviously it's about Grian being a watcher as of the end of Evo but also "only ever" made me think.

So we know the watchers thrive off of entertainment and bad emotions, and probably also chaos (aka Grian incarnate). So in my headcanon they 'recruit' young players to go onto servers and worlds and inspire chaos or entertainment that would please the watchers to, well, watch. These recruits would be taught skills/ powers like shapeshifting and other typical fanon watcher abilities to help them stay under the radar on the servers they go to.

So what if Grian was one of these recruits and was sent to worlds like yhs and any other worlds he was on before Evo to create entertainment for the watchers. He enjoys the chaos, likes having the friends and storylines he makes on these servers, and definitely likes the powers that come with the job. Soon Grian's one of their best recruits and possibly one of their most powerful, mastering shapeshifting almost immediately.

And Evo is the big one. Grian is properly undercover, pretending to not know who the watchers are and adding more people to the server (Taurtis and Pearl who both joined late) for them to feed off of. It's also Grian's world, which adds a lot of responsibility but also alot of power. The watchers originally just watched and kept an eye on Grian but started meddling when they realised "Hey, the admin isn't going to stop us or look into it, we're his boss!" and when they realised the entertainment that would come with players dealing with god-like beings they don't quite understand.

Grian's all up for this, he of course knows what the watchers are. And while he's a bit miffed whenever they punish him for something (see putting obsidian on his chests and making a clay statue he isn't allowed to mine), He plays along and enjoys being able to do his own thing on a world for the most part.

Then Grian joins Hermitcraft. Maybe the watchers sent him there too, or maybe it was him trying to get away from the responsibilities of his job. Either way, Grian being on two servers at once means the chaos is more spread out and less noticeable, so the watchers recall him, pretending to the other evolutioners that they are making G one of them (end dragon fight on evo). Evo sort of fizzles out and the watchers become bored of it. Most people escape to other worlds or servers, Martyn gets plucked out by the listeners, and the world is forgotten and overgrows again.

Grian continues to make chaos on Hermitcraft. Again, either the watchers telling him to, old habits dying hard, or just because he wants to.

Anyways, from then it's basically what you actually see happens, plus Martyn's lore, and anything that makes more entertainment or chaos is either the watchers or Grian. Grian if it seems harmless just fun and interesting, ans the watchers if it seems a bit more extreme (boogeyman and red bloodlust) or is obviously watcher-y (secret keeper)

I might flesh this out further, but yeah this is basically what I've been thinking about for the past few days

[corporatefrog]

꒦‧₊ ꒷ HEADCANNONS: team stan reacting to yn being in the hospital✧.*

✧.* tags: superhero au, college au

✧.* Characters: stan marsh, kyle broflovski, kenny mccromick, butters stotch

a/n: i ran into a bit of a wall with team craig but i'm going to give it another go tomorrow!

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Stan:

You send him a text saying you won’t be at the next dnd session because your in the hospital with a broken rib 

Straight up just says “I’m sorry”

Nothing else. He doesn’t know how to talk to people. 

You saw him dealing with kenny dying, he does NOT know what to say

He’s freaking the fuck out though irl. Are you okay? What if you aren’t okay? What is he going to do if you aren’t okay?

He comes to visit you when you tell Kenny and Kyle and they DRAG him into the room

He got you a giant fucking basket of random stuff that doesn’t really apply to you but you appreciate it nonetheless

“Are there any broken rib vitamins in here?”

“Those are a thing? I didn’t realize they made those. I can go grab some right now-”

“I fucking with you, dude. Thank you for the basket :)”

Kenny: 

You’re talking to him normally, chatting about your day

Then he asks if you want to get pizza, smoke, and watch Rango

“Oh sorry, I’m in the hospital rn so probably not tonight"

"WHAT???"

"yeah my bus was hit by the stampede of cows from the villain attack yesterday"

You get no response

But that’s because 5 minutes later, kenny is standing in the doorway of your hospital room with a slushie from 7/11 in hand

It was the only thing he thought to get you (because who doesn’t love a slushie?)

You’ve got a few bruises and a hairline fracture on your ankle but Kenny acts like you are on death’s door

“Just don’t go towards the light” 

“If you really thought I was dying, you should’ve brought me more than slushie.”

“Should I have brought 2 slushies?”

Becomes your personal errand boy until you’ve recovered. 

Hungry? He’s got your grocery list and a recipe printed out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Bored? Time for a movie marathon.

Need help with class? He’s dragging kyle down the hall for whatever you may need. 

Butters:

He was there when you got hurt because you were trying to film a fight and the coon miscalculated his landing spot, landing on a bunch of trash cans and sending a lid hurtling towards you

Obviously as butters, he’d rush over and help you 

But he was PROFESSOR CHAOS

And what is more chaotic than a civilian being included in the battle? 

But this wasn’t any civilian, it was YOU 

And he’ll ground HIMSELF if he lets someone get away with hurting you >:(

He’d shout out a “TIME OUT” which mainly just confuses everyone (as any agent of chaos would do)

But it’s enough time for him to grab you and run away from the fight to his LAIR OF CHAOS where general disarray is able to give you a check up

After working with chaos for a few years, general disarray realized there needed to be someone with medical training so he took a few courses at the community center and now he’s on his way to being a registered nurse! 

Doesn’t stop apologizing even though you tell him it wasn’t his fault. 

Takes all of his stuffed animals from his bed and brings them over to you so you’re not alone while you wait for Disarray to give you the go ahead to go home 

Kyle

Probably asking why you weren’t in class and you tell him you’re in the hospital

Thinks it’s a joke at first 

But you send him a picture of you hooked up to the heart monitor

The coon had used you as a human shield during a fight with a villain and you ended up getting hit with an energy blast by Solar Flare (bebe’s supervillain persona hehe)

He calls you instantly

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Don’t kill him, kyle”

“Too late. I'm killing him. This is too fucking far.”

“Aw you care 🙂”

“No i just needed a reason to finally put that fucker in the ground.”

“Oh sure, just be mean to the person hooked up to fucking life support”

“YOU'RE ON LIFE SUPPORT?!”

“No, I just wanted to see how you’d react.”

“When i’m done killing cartman, you’re next.”

Spoiler alert: he was joking. 

He brings you flowers and a sudoku probably 

And the notes from the class you missed like the absolute king he is

Talks to the doctor when you get discharged and basically becomes a live-in nurse

“The doctor said you need to limit your screen time while you recover. Do your crossword instead” 

Okay fucking MOM

Just kidding it’s sweet

[aneveningsword]

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒

pairing: Jordan Li x gn!reader (band au) warnings: not proofread words: 727 summary: a couple of rival guitarists that love hate each other? very cool

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☆ got this idea when writing my other headcannon! But imagine a rival guitarist reader from an up-and-coming band. Like you and is good but what makes them stand out is you on lead guitar.

☆ Your band enters a battle of the bands in your city and that's how you met Jordan. An uptight, 'im better than you', guitarist from a band that has been in a scene for a while. They are super popular, have a large following, and entered the competition for something to do.

☆ Ugh, they hear you playing and have the audacity to comment on your playing. Mentioning something about the riff you played or how you transition from bridge to chorus. They say it in such a condescending tone to just get a rise out of you. Smirking as you huff at them stating you don't need their input.

☆ "Your playing needs some work, your chords sounded out of tune." "Thanks, but I didn't ask." "I thought your guitar's cry for help was enough."

☆ They stand in the wings during your practices, watching you play, getting ready to pick apart your technique.

☆ Out of frustration you begin to do the same, watching them practice with a disinterested face. Commenting on how boring their playing was. Openly wondered if they were meant to play a key because it sounded so out of place.

☆ It turns into who is going to crack first, and who's going to crumble under the comments and pressure. You each watching each other just waiting for the pressure to be too much.

☆ You begin to see them outside of just practices and your performances. You've gone drinking with your band? Jordan's band happens to be there too getting drinks. You've gone to the coffee shop down the street? Jordan's already sitting there drinking an expresso

☆ It gets infuriating, your mind is just consumed with thoughts of Jordan. Not because you like them, no of course not. But because they are so infuriating with their stupid tips, their disinterest expressions, the stupid way they play the guitar and their stupid gorgeous face.

☆ What you don't know is Jordan's on the same boat. Every waking moment is thinking about you. How you play. Your music. Your body. But they do not like you! Don't get it twisted.

☆ It gets to the point your bandmates beg you to just fuck them to get this over with. They are getting sick of seeing Jordan show up to practices, stare at you the whole time and then for you two to go back and forth for 10 minutes.

☆ You are adamant that you don't like them in the slightest, that you would never ever fuck them. But your words only received a shared look from your bandmates before they just hummed.

☆ The weeks of tension explode before the night of the competition. Most bands head to a club to rid themselves of their anxieties about their performance the next day. Of course, you go to drink the night and your feelings away with your friends.

☆ It should've been obvious that Jordan would be there, dressed in an outfit that you just want to rip off. A mixture of booze and frustration has you approaching them, stalking over to them with a mission.

☆ What starts off as an argument is quick to turn into a steamy make-out session. You can't remember what the tipping point was, but you do remember simply grabbing their shirt and pulling them into a kiss to get them to shut up.

☆ In between kisses you express how much you hate them, how they have been on your mind nonstop for weeks. Your words only pull a laugh from Jordan as they squeeze your ass and bring you into another kiss.

☆ At some point you end up in their hotel room, angrily fucking on any surface until you are both too tired to continue. Lying in bed panting slightly, you tell them this means nothing. But you both know it is a lie, that a single night isn't going to stop the pure want you have for each other

☆ But for the night you pretend this is a one-off thing and in the morning you are going to kick their ass in the competition.

[firewolf111]

Temporarily closed

Creative block is a jerk and I'm bored so...

Comment a sanders sides ship and I'll write a small blurb for it. (Check my blog to see my writing style and what I mean by small blurb).

Rules:

Just the ship means I'll post a funny or sweet small convo between them.

You can add specifics like:

Scenario (ex. First kiss, confession, picnic, etc)

Angst. (Angst will most likely be longer than regular posts. Feel free to specify how angsty)

Other characters to make a cameo or interact.

Ace or aro characters or Qprs ( I will try my best to write it accurately).

Or just general dynamics or such

I will do:

Poly (gladly)

Potentially triggering Content (like anxiety attacks or violence etc) with tws

Headcannons or aus (if you specify it)

Angst or hurt/comfort

Qpr (as stated above)

I won't do:

Smut (innuendos or jokes are fine)

Remrom

Long form fics (yet, at least. Check my blog for what type of fics I write)

Toxic dynamics are a maybe (will determine by individual basis)

Some ships might be better written by me than others. I'll try my best.

I'll tag you in it unless you ask not to be tagged. Put "do not tag" or dnt or something if you don't want me to tag you for whatever reason. If multiple people want the same thing, I'll tag multiple people. Though if you asked for specifics, I'll tag you in only your specific request. (Like if someone wants specifically prinxiety angst, I won't tag them in the general Prinxiety and vice versa. Or if someone has a specific headcannon or au they want included)

I might miss people to tag, so check my blog for potential missed posts or if I've already done a ship.

Ship request posts will be tagged with "this wolf sets sail" (get it? My name is firewolf and I'm doing ships. So this wolf sets sail. Lol, this is stupid and I love it).

Go wild with requests. Who knows? Maybe this'll blow up enough I'll open commisions for longer fics.(lmao, not likely. This'll probably get 3 requests max. But imagine, lol)

[echantedtoon]

Oblivious Crushes Ch2 Urogi And Karaku

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Koyoharu Gotouge for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.

Warnings for alcohol consumption mentioned, Karaku IS his own warning, possibly some innuendos, and some cussing.

Just for context. If you didn't already know this is a modern au fic and obviously I'm NOT doing a Zohakutan x Mitsuri. This is just a funny what if idea based on the art by @hawnkoi / @hawnkoii on Tumblr. Kinda based within Kimetsu Gauken and will probably be ooc with the four main clones and short but screw it! Let's go!

ALSO!! I'm going off the headcannon that Karaku is already very flexible. Have you seen him doing those backflips and cartwheels in the anime? Plus it's kinda cannon Mitsuri knows ballet with all the twirls she does. I had to research a LOT of ballet stuff for this )

@hantengus-fuckass-clones

@hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha

If you had told him a few months ago that he'd fall for the most beautiful, chatty girl on campus.. Honestly he probably would've believed you.

It wasn't really a big secret that he's been around on plenty of dates. Not quite as much as his identical green eyes brother but enough to be known for his own fun loving personality. He liked to say that no one who hung out with him date or otherwise was bored. Quite a few parties he's thrown. Lost count of how many drinking contests he's won in the past two university years, only loosing to Karaku whom he could respected. But it was on only one of these days that he actually caught sight of her. 

He thought that whole infatuation at first sight thing was just in movies. Y'know. Hollywood stuff so people would watch more chick flicks. However it was like time slowed in that particular moment he was leaving the hallway with Karaku and about to enter the campus library, they were supposed to meet two of their brothers after their tutoring session and then the lot of them would leave to visit their gramps and little brother over the weekend. However when Urogi went to grab the doorknob, it flew open and something solid ran  into him. Something hard enough to send him stumbling back and falling onto his back hard with something landing on top of him in a heap. 

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Are you ok?!", a voice squealed out above him.

Blinking his vision slowly focused and he found himself frozen. Time seemed to slow down and he looked up in awe at the beautiful face in front of him. The light hit her face just right from the window as cheesy as it sounds, and lit up her worried eyes staring down at him with that worried frown making her bottom lip pout and her cheeks puff out slightly but enough to make her look all the more cuter. One of the two giant braids hanging from her head knocked into his cheek...All he could answer out in that moment was a wide eyed wheeze. 

"HAHAHA! I think you knocked the wind outta him, Mitsuri." And all at once his vision was taken away from him. Two hands grabbing her by the waist and hauling her up off him and to her feet as his brother laughed. Karaku smiled widely at the woman who looked worried at the smiling man. "Wasn't expecting to see you here. Late night studying?"

She shook her pretty head making her braids sway and the green eyed man smile more. "No. I was actually tutoring your brothers!"

His eyes widened slightly in realization. "Ah! So that's how you've been makin' that extra dough. I didn't know you were teachin' Sekido. How many pencils did he break this time?"

"None! He's getting a lot better!," she smiled up at him and giggled making a rare pink come to his face.

"Yeah...So I've meaning to ask you." A hand rubbed almost nervously on the back of his neck. "Since I gotta miss our weekend sessions, do you wanna make up for it next week wh-when you're free?"

She happily nodded again. "I'd be happy to! But I really gotta go now." She cutely hopped from foot to foot. "I promised my friend I'd meet her when I was all done and I forgot the time and Sekido got stuck on that algebra problem- AH!" Karaku chuckled as she cutely grabbed her cheeks with a squeak. "And I'm making myself more late! I gotta go! See you next week! I'm so sorry again!!"

Within a few seconds she waved at Karaku, bowed apologetically, and then raced off down the hallway off to who knows where leaving the two standing there.

"Hey, Banana Eyes." Karaku leaned over his brother still splayed across the floor. "You gonna get up or do you need a forklift?"

Urogi did sit up. Slowly. Wide eyed and in awe glancing at where she disappeared. "..Who was that?"

"Mitsi? She's from my dance class. Y'know? The one I take on weekends. Here." Urogi was hoisted up to his feet by Karaku a moment later. "It helps keep me in shape. You guys keep saying it's really weird remember?"

"Huh? Oh. R-Right."

Karaku rose a brow at his brother's distracted gaze. "Uh. Are you sure you're ok? She did knock you on your ass pretty hard back there."

"Huh? Oh. Y-Yeah. I'm good. Let's just go catch up with the guys."

He wasn't planning on dwelling on the thought any longer. The weekend trip helped somewhat. Getting to see their gramps and grouchy little brother helped take his mind off her for three days max. Tuesday turned out to be the bane of his existence as the moment after class Karaku rejected his offer to join him for a night at the local bar and grill (honestly the placed cooked some really delicious chicken so you didn't just have to go to get hammered for the night) but was surprised when he turned him down.

"Can't. Mitsi's helping me catch up on what I missed last class."

"Class?"

At this his brother gave him a deadpanned look. "Uh. Yeah? I've been taking dance classes since forever remember?" As if to make a point he held up a small backpack slung over his shoulder. "I go every Saturday, Dude! How could you forget?"

"Oh yeah. Right, right. Um. So you're practicing with that Mitsy-"

"Mitsuri girl! How about you let me tag along?"

Color Karaku surprise as his brows rose at Urogi's nervous smile. "You? You want to come? Uh. Y'know it's not gonna be a real class right?" His green eyes narrowed suspiciously eyeing the nervous smile on his brother's face. "It's just a catch up for me. Also why would YOU of all people wanna come, Mr. Dancin'-Is-For-Girls?"

Good question. It was because it would look WAY too obvious to everyone if he just randomly decided to join the tutoring stuff she did. Plus he really didn't want to bother Aizetsu or Sekido about letting him join. Aizetsu would just flat out say 'no' and Sekido would just tell him to quite bothering him in typical yelling fashion. So really the only way to see her without getting too obvious was to tag along with his bro under the guise of being bored. It could work since he's always tagging along with him anyways. But he was sure judging by Karaku's suspicious face that he wasn't buying it this time.

"Aw. C'mon, Bro. I've been stuck up with homework all day." He slung an arm over his brother's shoulders as casually as he could  smiling. "I'm bored! And there's nothing to do around here. It'll be funny seeing you prancing around in a tutu-"

"It's a leotard, Asshole!" His arm was shrugged off as Karaku frowned. "And for your information it's NOT easy to 'prance around'! It actually takes years of practice and it's great exercise. Now if you're done shitting on my hobby, I'm gonna be late!" 

Urogi frowned as his brother just pushed past him and began walking away from him. This wasn't going as planned! So in a panic he ran to catch up with him. "H-Hey! I was just joking! I didn't mean to rile you up! C'mon! I can keep my mouth shut! Just lemme come-"

"Fine!", Karaku barked snapping a look over his shoulder, "But you're gonna stay in the audience and away from us! The last thing I need is you making fun while I'm trying to catch up with something actually important to me!"

"Got it! You won't even know I'm there!"

"Doubt it."

Urogi kept his mouth shut(for now) and just silently followed his brother out of their dorm and across campus. Karaku made one stop which was to randomly stop and rip out a handful of pretty hydrangeas and roses from nearby bushes (Which was probably against University rules) before he continued on and both found themselves at the Uni's theater. Ah. Right. Theater kids and geeks met up here. Honestly probably the perfect place to practice frilly dances besides the gym. He was caught off guard slightly when Karaku made him stop and firmly pointed at the audience seats. Ah. Right. He said he'd be quiet and sit out there. It annoyed him but his other choice was just looking like an ass in front of the cute chick he wanted to meet so he chose the less incriminating route and trudged himself into the rows of seats. It was exactly what you expected. Rows upon rows of seats, big curtains, a giant wooden stage in the center, a really beautiful girl in a pink leotard doing twirls on the stage-

Urogi tripped doing a double take falling between two rows of seats with a loud thud-

...His head popped back up quickly and yellow eyed widened in realization. IT WAS HER!! She was oblivious to him in the audience doing a rapid motion of tiny steps forward before stopping in place and twirling more on one foot with her hands above her head. Ironically her hair wasn't in long braids this time but a giant braid-bun combo on her head but that didn't matter she still looked beautiful. However despite doing ballet (at least he was pretty sure it was ballet) she didn't wear a tutu. Instead it was a full body pink leotard with white leggings. It enhanced her already pretty figure. She did a few more twirls until she stopped and instantly smiled as his brother walked onto the stage wearing a similar green get up. He was too far away to hear what exactly they said but she sure looked happy when Karaku handed her the (stolen) flowers and said something that made her giggle much to his delight. Oh gods- SHE LOOKED SO CUTE WHEN SHE LAUGHED!! SHE WAS LIKE A REAL ANGEL!! He remained mostly silent in hiding watching them (her-) as they interacted for the next hour until he got an idea into his head that he would soon regret later-

"You want to what?"

"I wanna try out your twirly dance class." His brother stared silently. "I saw her- I mean you both doing that dance thingy and it looks like fun! I wanna give it a try too!"

Karaku stared at him like he suddenly grew another head. "Uh-...You are kidding right? The classes I take is for experienced professionals that's done it for years and close to graduating. Not for people who's literally never even tried doing it." Karaku pointed out gesturing to him up and down. "You could get seriously hurt if you try doing it!"

"Aw! C'mon. It can't be that hard! I just tiptoe around and spin right?"

His brother frowned harder. "Uh. No. There's literally so many things that you gotta get good at first. Balance, muscle build up, flexibility- The closest to that you've ever done was the time you got wasted on the merry-go-round last spring festival. You don't even have the proper shit to wear!"

"DUDE PLEASE!!," Urogi begged which again caught Karaku off guard. Urogi rarely was serious let alone begged. "Just this once! I promise I'll stop bugging you! Just give me a break-"

"Alright fine! Geez. Now I know how 'Kido and Aizetsu feels."

He lit up smiling. "Dude!" And happily grabbed his shoulders. "You're the best! Love ya!"

"Uh huh. *sigh* We're holding a class for beginners next week, you can join that since it's less likely you'll break anything. I'll let ya borrow a spare outfit but YOU'RE-" Karaku tapped his finger into his chest a few times. "-paying for the class yourself. Got it?"

"Got it! I mean it, Dude! I owe ya big time!"

"You got that right."

Yes! This was perfect! This was his chance! All it would take was one car ride over there and one class to get a chance to chat with the beautiful angel! Nothing can go wrong now!

"Hi, Everyone! Welcome to the beginners class!"

Urogi stood there giving a nervous shiver every so while. A green leotard and tights identical to the one Karaku wore clinging to his body way too tightly as he stood there embarrassed amongst the other students who were all girls giving him an amused look. He felt embarrassment like none before meanwhile the beautiful angel smiled widely in front of them all along with his brother trying his hardest not to laugh at him but failed as his shoulders shook slightly with laughter. How more humiliating can you get?

"My name is Mitsuri and this is Karaku!," she brightly introduced herself before motioning to his brother whom only gave a friendly nod. "Unfortunately the instructor is busy rehearsing a very important play so we're here to run you through the simple basics! But don't worry, we're not going to be doing any actual dances today! Today is all about just getting the basics down and working on your flexibility!"

Gods he wanted to disappear. It's ok! He just had to power through it is all!

She held up a whole hands. "Now you might already know this but for those who dunno there's five basic positions in ballet. They're all really easy to remember since they're literally just called first position, second position, and so on! We're going to go over them real quick. First the first position!" Her body shifted into a stance. "First you point your toes outward and squeeze your heels together like so!"

Ok. The positions were awkward and tense to do but they weren't too hard to get through. It'd be easier if Karaku wasn't trying to die from laughter the entire time enbarrassing him more and making his face red in embarrassment. He was just jealous that Urogi was getting the basics down probably better than he did! There's nothing to it! Watch him sweep the angel off her feet with his flawless exercises! They were in the middle of something called a first arabesque which was just a sorta flamingo pose where he stood on one leg while splaying his arms and other leg out-

THUD!

His leg shook badly. The strain all those poses giving out. His face panicked. And then he fell face first into the polished wooden floors with a loud thud that had everyone looking at Urogi. Karaku snorted loudly but quickly stiffled it as Mitsuri shot him a look.

"Don't make fun of him! It's his first time! Everyone makes mistakes!," she scolded him before looking back to Urogi in pity. "Hm.. He's probably not used to such stretches yet." It was that moment that she smiled with an idea. "I know! Now would be a great time for flexibility exercises!"

It was then Karaku's face immediately dropped his smile. He looked almost horrified looking at Mitsuri, then at Urogi picking himself up annoyed, and then back to Mitsuri. "Um. Maybe it's a little too early for that, Mitsi. Let's just stick to posing today-"

"Nonsense! Flexing out the muscles will totally help!" She waved him off. "Ok everyone. Find a partner! We're going to be doing a flexibility exercise practice!"

Suddenly Karaku didn't look so amused anymore. Apparently these flexing exercises meant that they were just gonna sit themselves on the floor and hold hands while you stretched out your legs?? Ok! Yeah! He could totally do that! Easy least! Mitsuri had Karaku help demonstrate by sitting across from her and helping by pushing her legs back until she was in a splits position. She smiled at everyone gazing their own attempts. The girls were actually a lot better at doing this than he was. Instinctively he kept pulling his legs back into himself which she frowned at. 

"No, no. Urogi, you're doing it all wrong."

"I'm trying! I'm pretty sure men aren't supposed to bend this way!"

"Karaku does!"

"Yeah? Well my brother is a freak of nature."

Karaku frowned at him from where he was sitting but Mitsuri only smiled. "How about I give you a hand?"

Karaku looked horrified as the color drained from his face and Urogi's eyes widened. "UH! It's alright, Mitsi. I know Urogi better so I should probably help him-"

"Oh no!," Urogi cut him off with a large happy grin. "I think I'd be more comfortable with a real professional!"

Karaku's face couldn't have gotten more pale as he watched Mitsuri stand up and walk over to Urogi as if Karaku was watching someone walking into their own demise. Urogi however was in absolute awe happily watching as his old partner switched places and allowed the beautiful angel to sit down and smile at him fully. He felt his heart pick up and his burn a hot red as she took his hands tightly all with that cute smile directed at him-

"Good luck. You're not gonna be able to walk the rest of the week."

"Huh? What di-"

Urogi barely turned to look at his brother over his shoulder and his speech was cut off when without warning her hands clamped down tightly on him and her legs snapped his back. His vision exploded white and an unbearable pain shot through his body- 

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow."

"I tried to warn ya. I told you it's not easy and you could get hurt but did you listen to me? Of course not."

"Just shut up!"

Karaku wasn't wrong. Sadly. He felt like he sat on a chair made of nails for an entire day! His legs shook and wobbled with each step he tenderly and slowly took as his body shook and wobbled like a newborn deer walking for the first time. Karaku for once didn't laugh and looked mixture of irritated and pitiful. Thank God they didn't have to walk the entire way back to the dorms. 

"B-Be honest," Urogi winced and whimpered as he still slowly walked. He might actually cry from this. "H-How bad does it look?"

"It looks like you froze your entire legs in Antarctica for a hundred years, got drunk, and then tried walking when you got no dam feeling in them," Karaku bluntly replied making his brother wince more in embarrassment. "*sigh* I can't believe you did all that just to try and hit on her!"

"I wasn't!"

"Oh please! It was obvious! The only one who didn't notice was Mitsi and honestly she's pretty dense when it comes to flirting with her. Believe me I tried." Another whimper out made the green eyed man sigh. "Look. Instead of putting yourself through hell like an idiot, why don't you just sign up for her tutoring on a different day than Sekido and Aizetsu's? I'll even ask her to fit you in somewhere."

His watery yellow eyes went wide. He could hug Karaku right now If his entire lower half didn't feel like he got hit by a train. "Yo-You'd do that for me?"

"*sigh* Yeah. I don't think I can stomach you putting yourself through another circus act. Sides you can use the extra help. Have you seen your science score?"

"GREAT!..Uh..By the way, how far did you park?"

"Not too far. Why?"

"Can we just pretend I'm drunk and have you carry me the rest of the way back to the car? I literally can't feel my ass."

[sona-nona]

I was bored and somehow or another an idea came to me... What if Wendy wasn't the only one caught up in the show?

Well, I made this: (She doesn't have wings on purpose, it's not a mistake)

A variant of Millie Lost Soul, to be honest I just wanted to see Millie with a Mulan or Merida vibes.

The story is simple:

(This is not canon within my WH universe or Bug's universe)

After Wendy had been missing for months in the neighborhood, Wally said she was on a trip to the big city, Wendy came back saying that she must "free" the rest from the torture of "HER" (the curse of the neighborhood) And I do a kind of purge where she left only Millie alive, as she was just as trapped in that false world of puppets and colors.

Millie, like Wendy, ended up being a Lost Soul (her human body had already died because she was trapped almost the same time as Wendy, since the 70's) But instead of Wendy, Millie really loved that neighborhood and those who lived there and more Wally, Wendy's supposed older brother, so now she tries to find answers and some kind of closure for herself regardless if the path has to lead to violence, which turns out to be used a lot because Wendy is not very soft.

Now for a few little facts that make Millie more god:

-Unlike Wendy, who had a mentor named Sangoo who helped her a lot in her sword training, Millie had to learn on her own how to use her fans.

-She can switch between puppet form and his pre-death form, the human one, I haven't designed him yet. (I'm not good at human designs-)

-Her hood is like that of Harry Potter, she becomes invisible if she puts it all the way on. (Makes Wendy harder to fight her)

-She is around 1,48 meters tall, two centimeters smaller than Wendy, while in the human she is taller than Wendy by 5 centimeters, 1,67 meters.

-This is more a headcannon of mine, your relationship is pretty much like the following representation I made:

(I DID ALL THIS OUT OF BOREDOM, I DOUBT TO UPLOAD MORE CONTENT FROM THIS AU BECAUSE THIS UNIVERSE IS NOT MINE AND NEITHER IS THE CHARACTER)

Millie Valentine by @artsybug0

Lost Soul universe by @g4t0-p4n (

(I don't know why I can't tag them)

[darkness-in-the-face-of-the-deep]

It's asexual week, so I, as an asexual (aroace actually) and the person with hyperfixation on one Chinese mobile gatcha game, want to share my ace/acespec (and maybe aro) headcannons about my favourite characters in the AFK Arena. And my OCs for afka! (It's mostly for my au, sooooo)

Orthros and Ansiel. Both aroace. "Sex is boring...": "...I read about it" for Orthros. And "... I already tried" for Ansiel. Actually like joke sexual jokes, but only to annoy others. Ansiel do it almost to everyone. Orthros almost only to Zolrath. (And Zolrath is aro. lol)

Asterius (OC, fankid of Orthros and Zolrath). Asexual and demiromantic. Uses most people's ability to feel attractions to confuse them and make them more open to manipulation. Or for fun. (Yeah, shapeshifter's fun!)

Haelus and Gezo. Both demisexuals. Haelus is technically bi, but he still doesn't know this coz never had a strong connection with a female person. Gezo likes women, with one exception: Haelus. Does he realize that? Do any of them realize that? Not really.

Walter (OC fankid, Ansiel's son). Grey, both for ace and aro. Don't like an idea of being at the relationships. For everything else just don't care, if it works - it works. If not, well fine, he has a lot of different things to do in his life.

Khazard and Fedya (celestial OC). Somewhere at the asexual spectrum, but where? Nobody knows. Neither me nor them. The only ones who have stable queerplatonic relationships, even if they don't know what it is.

Maybe I'll draw some of them, even after ending of ace week :)

[cyborgpuppyofficial]

so why do you like Scourge the Hedgehog? What got you interested in him?

Yo my first ask!!!! Thank you so much for asking me a question, and to anybody else, I'll always be happy to respond to questions you may have about me or my oc's. Anyways, this is gonna be kinda long. ^^'

Long Explanation: So I've always liked Scourge design wise, ever since I was pretty little. Maybe about seven was when I saw him for the first time? I used to mistake him for Manic, but eventually learned the difference. When I learnt he was an Evil Counterpart of Sonic, I was hooked on him. I've always been a fan of AU's, and the concept has been something I loved to write for a very long time. Since I was young, I didn't understand his character, and wrote him in a dumb way when I was younger. Usually as a generic bad boy antagonist in Sonic High School AU's and stuff...

Later on during 2019, I was bored and decided to read more of the Archie Comics. That's when I learnt his backstory, and I became HOOKED on his universe, and the other Anti Counterparts. I began doing research, and I ended up starting a Gacha Life Shorts Show called The Misadventures Of Moebius on Tik Tok. It's still currently going, and I genuinely have fun writing it. It's mostly just me expanding on Anti Mobius, since the Archie Comics came to an end, and we never got to see many things from the universe. Many of the early episodes are inaccurate to my thoughts on most of the characters nowadays, and how they act. But to be fair, it's my first ever series, and I was only about 12 when I began making it for the first time. And at that point, I didn't even finish reading Archie like a dummy. I basically wanted to make silly shorts with some goofy characters I liked.

AUGH SO CRINGE AUGHHH. TmT

I appreciate his cool design, and the many writing opportunities he holds. It's easy to see Scourge as all evil, and write him as a cool villain. This is because of his cocky and rebellious demeanor. But it's also just as easy to see him as a misunderstood and not all evil character, which is how I personally see him. I think the idea of him and his father would've been cool to see more of, since obviously Scourge's home life effected the way he turned out growing up. And that if he's with the right people, he could've been just like Sonic! Kind of like an inverse on what he says to Sonic during one of their battles. In other people's AU's he's still a bad guy, but in my own I redeemed him. The nuanced way that people can see his character is a reason why I love him so much!

Plus, I like how he isn't super crazy like other Archie Sonic Villain's. Sometimes he's just kind of a dickbag, and I always enjoy someone who can be threatening, but also silly. I don't love everything about his character of course, he has some things that I try to forget about with his writing. But that's basically the case for every single character I like from anything ever. XD

I love this little shit so much. XD

TLDR:I've liked the green goober for a while now, but only since 2019 have I been more public about my love for this dummy. I love the idea of his universe, I like the many paths writers can take his character, and I just think his personality is really fun.

If you're interested, bellow is a work in progress on my Headcannon/AU Scourge that I use in my TMOM Episodes and videos! I hope to draw him, and the other cannon cast more often. And maybe interacting with my Anti Counterparts I made, or original characters from his universe I've built up for five years now. But I'm starting out by just making him a ref page. My next post will hopefully be him, or my next video. ^w^

I'm making this design for a video! And also just for fun! I can't wait to share the final with ya'll! X3

[annabelle-creart]

could i have more outlier headcannons/incorrect quotes pls? preferably with more blurr and salvage interactions (but you don't have too)

i'm honestly in love with this au, and as a blurr lover, i love her powers

Oh my Primus, really? THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!💖😭💖I love to hear that!

just because my day was boring, I got inspired and you made my day, here you go (I´ll do more shenanigans about them, I promise):

BLURR & SALVAGE: ‘THE SONNE’ on the HIGHER GROUND

CW: dysphoria. Salvage is more worried than should. Also, Salvage struggling with some feelings. already like 4 dead people but not explicit. Velocitron because we need more of it been the typical ultra-gangster-dirty cyberpunk with illegal races and bets. Salvage and Blurr are technically teens, my babies😭Blurr´s voice is masculine because she hasn´t transitioned yet

The sky looks grey “Maybe…”

“No” she replies to her friend with a steady and deep voice, adjusting her pink and purple shoulder plates

The people look strangely upset today “But…”

“It will be okay” again her voice got deeper, now seeing her wheels, if they´re enough quick and loose

“What if I travel and I can´t help you?”

“I´ll figure it out, Spark can help us” Blurr was already ready, just waiting for the bell to ring, looking on the mirror her triangle frame decorated on a neon yellow and orange sphere like the sun

“Blurr…”

“Great Prime! Salvage, stop!” This time Blurr couldn´t control her tune, making it heavier than expected but usual “it´s okay, pal,” she softened her voice box “it´s easy, I´ll win the race, we get the money, we pay Spark for her attention and service, I got all the pieces for my transition, you got a new workshop, and it will be left over of the money for us to, who knows, travel across the galaxy! All paid!” Blurr took Salvage´s shoulders with enthusiasm “I got this! I promise” her optics didn´t have color, they were like entire grey, but still a shiny glint of hope covered them, Salvage took her on his arms for a last hug after the race, when the megaphone started to call:

“RACERS! ON YOUR PLACES, LET´S MAKE SOME SPECTACULE FOR YOUR FANS!” the voice of the megaphone shouted out loud

“See ya on The Pits?”

“Sure, but don´t judge me if I´m not there!” Salvage gave her a worried tune

“No problem pal” she said before leaving almost in a rush, not enough compared to her super speed but quick as always, she named herself Blurr after all, Salvage still struggled for a moment, trying to reach the correct word to tell her before the race started, even if it was on the communicator, he sighed, trying to calm himself, why was he asking if she would be okay if he already knew? And Blurr also knew, but after all, he saw her after the race, in another planet, a lot of times, but still wasn´t sure if she would be completely okay, the worry was like a fungus on his system.

Nonetheless, if she needed him, he had to be there

“Salvage?” he heard from his side, just after getting into Blurr´s stage on the pits

“Who´s the guy?” Spark asked, a minicon, really good at mechanics and also med bot if needed

“No one, Spark, where´s Blurr?”

“There!” Spark saw the bot, getting in the middle of the other racers on her position, she wasn´t the smallest but neither the biggest, some were like trucks and other looked like two-wheeled, nothing she hadn´t see or struggled before

“That frame isn´t too tight?” again the voice on Salvage´s side “Oh, right, that racer looks like come from Caminus”

“Really?” Salvage replied with sarcasm “you finally got out of ideas for jokes or you´re just cold for the weather?”

“C´mon, Salvage, you know Blurr´s too delicate for the big leagues! You don´t really want her to get hurt!”

“She will not! She´s strong and knows what she´s doing, we´re already on the final competition!”

“We´ll see that”

“Core! We need you!” another bot called for her, she later got away

“OH, THIS IS THE LAST RACE OF THE SEASON, TODAY WE WILL HAVE A CHAMPION AND A TRUE RACER, SO, ON YOUR MARKS, NOW!” the bot on the megaphone was so loud and authoritarian that everyone got on their places

“Hey, Sonne” A minicon on her side called her, referencing the Sun marks on her frames “You will help me, right?”

“Of course!” Blurr replied to him with a big smile “We had been helping each other. I got your back!”

“ON YOUR MARKS…” the lights turned red “STEADY…” it became yellow “NOT YET, HAHA, PREPARE YOUR ROTORS AND DON´T OVERHEAT…” This time an orange, it is not usual and is random, mostly to mess up with the racers and the big, roaring, full audience “NOT YET… NOT YET… NOT YET… IT IS, YOU CAN GO, SHU SHU!” the light turned green

The rotors roared on danger and the audience screamed on ecstasies, the racers got in line, already crashing and clashing with each other, it was not an excuse to explode if you were on the back, Blurr was the last one, avoiding all the bigger trucks like if she was floating, she couldn´t use yet her super speed, it was too crowded, and the race was too wavy.

Two minicons on her sides surrounded, getting closer each second, Blurr didn´t see it before but she could hear at her sides something like white noise- IT ISN´T WHITE NOISE, THOSE ARE DRILLS, FRAG!

Her back unfortunately wasn´t empty, a bigger bot was on her way, she couldn´t go backwards

“SONNE!” She heard from her front “Take this!” the minicon from before, with a mechanical claw, throwed Blurr a ball “it will give you some extra speed!”

“Thanks!” Blurr had a smile on her insides

“Blurr!” Salvage called her from her communicator

“What are you doing?!” Spark yelled at her angry

“Getting some help!” She replied, then, she transformed on the road, using her wheels on her legs like roller skates, the minicons got closer even faster but Blurr, finally with more space, slowed her speed and sat on the big truck´s car chest, she broke the truck´s windshields and saved the ball there

“Wait-wait-wait!” the truck cried

“Sonne!”

“Thanks for the speed!” Blurr jumped from the truck´s chest and transformed again, clashing her grill against the trunk, and due to the lack of space because of the other racers, the minicons and her ‘friend’ clashed against the truck, Blurr used part of her ability to get backwards, and the truck blow up immediately (as expected, it wasn´t  help, after all)

“GREAT AND DEAR AMALGAMOUS, ALMATONIA OF ALL TRICKSTERS, FOUR AT THE PRICE OF ONE?! WHO IS- IS THAT SONNE?! OH! OUR BEAUTIFUL THE SONNE, WHO LIGHTS HER WAY AS THE SUN ITSELF, LITERRALY!!!” the voice at the megaphone proclaimed, and with it, people´s laughs, yells and cries, the people were euphoric for more (and some were crying for their lost bets)

Due to the explosion, the other racers got disoriented, including Blurr, but she and some other put themselves together easily and used the fire as distraction to take advantage, finally, the first round was over with the red flag marking the point, second of ten entire rounds, and this was just the beginning

Salvage wasn´t happy for those bots, but these are the kind of things Blurr will not regret on the moment, to ruin this now will not make any difference

And like a drill on his spark chamber, Salvage took away his microphone and run away “not now, not now, not now” now that she needed him the most, like if air passed through him, his metal became lighter and with it, the sensation of floating

Now he was on a field, he already saw it before, multiple times, actually, but it was as instant as a dream, and he never saw people on it before, this time a single purple bot sat on the grass, in the distance, some bots playing cube, it is not a game he likes a lot but enjoys looking at it

“Hey pal” a soft voice called him “you look younger than before”

“Ah…” Salvage hesitated at the bot; green optics covered in a red circle starring at him

“Oh, come on, you´re not that young!” the voice sounded age-worn, like if it had some years backwards, but couldn´t recognize the… wait a moment

“Blurr?” Salvage asked, pointing at her sharp lines of her frame all racers have, also guided by her younger voice he had met before

“Finally!” she yelled with sarcasm, patting at the floor for the bot to sit

“But, how?”

“How what? People get old!” she moved her arms quickly

“Who are those?” he asked for the bots playing cube

“Those are our sparklings”

“Wait- what?!” Salvage got surprised, and she started to laugh out loud, as loud as she always did, but now more breathy

“Fool! HAAHAAA! You get fooled so easy!” she laughed again, and calmed in some nano-clicks “phew, no, those are mine, you see the SNAIL of there…” she raised her voice on that specific word, getting a red bot´s attention, maybe as old as she

“Come here and prove me you can do it better!” the red bot replied with an angry but funny voice

“I´m talking right now!” she excused, returning to Salvage “that´s their adseroux, we created them”

“Wow, that´s actually a good notice, I didn´t expected me to live this kind of life with you”

“I know” she said softly “not with anyone actually”

“Sorry? What do you mean”

“You´ll figure it out later, but just for you to know” she lowered her voice and got closer to Salvage´s audial “don´t think you´re getting behind for not having what everyone else´s have, not all have the same feelings. Just remember I still and will always love you, pal”

Salvage felt something on his check plates, burring them on his servos

“Not that kind of love, idiot, pay attention!” she knocked Salvage´s arm, which were as strong or stronger than younger Blurr “not the love of kisses and all those things! I mean love of the type to stay with someone even trough time travel” This phrase took Salvage´s attention “the kind of love that made me have my own life but wait for you every time. Salvage, you will understand your type of love is not that visible, but is maybe one of the betters that exist” Blurr put her servos on his shoulder like before “We are okay, and maybe we are not together physically, but we have the other in a special place in our spark, we got different routes and different ways of life but we always go back to the other, because we´re more than friends”

“But…” Salvage hesitated, trying to get Blurr´s excuse, but this time there wasn´t “how I´m not hurt by it, how do you really know it doesn´t hurt?”

“It hurts. When I met that idiot, you got scared that I would go away, and each time you talked about that scientist my energon heated up!” Blurr laughed a bit “but all people can get jealous, and we understood that our directions were different”

“Wait, we are not always together?!”

“No. But that´s okay too, because we love us” Blurr patted Salvage´s shoulder and got her attention back to the game

“What kind of pair are we?”

“Not to little to be friends, but too high to be conjuxes”

“How does that work?”

“You will get it when you get your feelings together”

“How do I know that?”

“You will get it, I promise”

“Don´t make yourself the enigmatic!”

“Hey! You do it all the time! It´s my turn!” Salvage started to disappear again, only getting Blurr´s last but normal fool smile.

A horn scared Salvage like waking up from a dream, in the middle of the empty hallway

“FRAGGING ALL 13 AND THE REST OF THE PRIMES!!! WE HAVE A WINNER! WE HAVE A WINNER!!! DID YOU SAW THAT!? SHE DESTROYED ALL PEOPLE TO USE FAIRLY HER POWER! WHO WOULD SAY SHE WOULD LET THIS TRICK FOR THE FINAL? LET´S CELEBRATE OUR WINNER: THE SONNE!!!!!!!” when Salvage heard the name, his spark relaxed enough to make him almost fall, but ignoring the feeling, he ran to Spark´s side, watching Blurr make it with just four opponents left behind from the 15 that were on the race “GREAT LIFE, SHE´S BARELY A SPARKLING, SHE´S PROBABLY THE YOUNGEST TO GET THIS FAR EVEN TO WIN AND GET THE PRIZE, MY!!! WHAT A NIGHT, DEAR VELOCITRONIANS!” Salvage got a notification from his datapad, the prize was already on Blurr and Salvage´s account (which was easier and cheaper than having separated accounts)

“I have to admit, I´m impressed” Spark commented on the yells and the cries of the moment “she´s a great racer”

“I know” Salvage replied with a big smile and glinting optics, like about to cry, he was so proud of his best friend on the podium, with flowers on one hand and the other on her- HER LEG IS BLACK AND ORANGE- PRIMUS, HER LEG IS BURNED AND HER WHEEL IS ALMOST MELTED!

“Blurr!” Salvage called her from the communicator he throwed up before

“SALVAGE! I WINNED! WE WINNED!” Salvage had to get accomplished to her heavier voice again, at least the change of voice box was closer than before “WE HAVE TO CELEBRATE, PAY SPARK AND LET´S SEE ON THE PITS, OKAY?!” for a moment, Salvage didn´t say anything “pal?”

“YOU, STUPID IDIOT, YOU´RE HURT!! GET DOWN THERE SO WE CAN LOOK AT YOUR LEG!”

“And dinner?”

“We´ll talk about that later!”

Like a scolded sparkling, Blurr got out of the podium as fast as her leg let her, which wasn´t much, Salvage saw some strange bots getting on the pits, which scared him and got immediately to her side, taking her out of there

…

“Salvage?” Blurr called with an entire spoon on her mouth “where have you been?”

“Uh… ah, I´ve… met you, in the future”

“Really?” Blurr got fascinated about it “am I beautiful?”

“You were old”

“What?! You´re kidding!” Salvage shared a big laugh and smile, making Blurr get annoyed, returning to her plate

“I´m serious, but don´t worry, you´re not ugly! And you looked happy”

“Really?” Blurr raised her optics again “Am I still a femme bot?”

Salvage opened all his optics “why do you ask that? You´re still thinking of it?”

“I just… what if I don´t like it? Or maybe I’m just too accomplished to this frame and this voice and I never suited with the rest? Or what if I never wanted it?”

“Blurr, you´re not really doing that?”

“Doing what?

“To get unsecure about your life! You´re the one who is always making plans and talking about achieving things! And this is the first time we get something done, Blurr” he took her servo, “you had been imagining yourself like this for a long time, you´re always changing your tone and your armor, you look like the most delicate of all and still win that race with your own servos”

“Why is that important?”

“Because it is still you, no matter what will happen, it will still be you! And if you don´t like it, well, you tried, we can always get something to revert it, or maybe just changed it a bit, but whatever it is: don´t doubt of yourself! Because you´re the most brave and stupid bot I had ever met”

“You´re not taking emphasis on stupid, right?”

“A little, but as femme bot or male bot, or none or both, you are still brave and idiot, and after all of that, you are my best friend, and nothing will change that”

“…Do you really think that?” Blurr was about to cry

“That and a lot of more things that I can´t describe without it to sound like we´re dating”

“My- that´s overrated! Just say it!”

Salvage laughed a bit while Blurr cleaned her glinting optics with her servo

“I love you, Blurr, not too little as a friend but not as much as a conjux”

“My… I love you too, Salvage, more than a friend but less than a conjux”

Maybe this was what Blurr was talking about, this feeling of never falling in love but loving as if it was the rule on the world, Salvage still didn´t got it at all but now the idea was clearer

And Blurr was just expecting for everything to be okay, she was scared but Salvage was right, she would finally have what she wanted, it was a really big goal, and it was one she really wanted to enjoy