#and gets in touch with as many of them as possible

[stxxrlights]

𝐄𝐗-𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

ex-husband!toji who was devastated when you asked for a divorce but knew it was gonna end up that way. the way he acted like he never cared, always acting sassy towards you even on the days he knew there was something wrong with you on that day. he didn't know that all that would lead up to you eventually wanting a divorce. he denied at first but after thinking it through, he knew it was for the best.

ex-husband!toji who cried himself to sleep the first few months after you had left. the house never felt so empty and quiet. the bed was so warm and everything looked so dull. he missed your warm touch, your weird but cute laugh, the stupid jokes you would tell him when you were getting too sleepy. and now all of that was gone. all because of his ignorance, his negligence. he had finally found happiness with you and he fucked it up. his heart aching whenever he though of you.

ex-husband!toji who resorted to drinking to full all the emotions he was feeling. wasting all of his money on alcohol, but it still didn't help. because even in his drunken state, he still acknowledge you as the love of his life. the one who was able to fix him. him getting a little sober when he comes back to his place calling your name and then remembering that you're gone.

ex-husband!toji who got a little too exited when you called him telling him that you left some important things. his heart is beating rapidly in his chest, a wide smile etched on his face as he hopes you don't get a hint of it either. as much as he wants you back, he does not want to appear too desperate.

ex-husband!toji who's hand was shaking when you rang the doorbell. he opened the door to see you looking as stunning as possible, while he felt like shit. he had heavy bags under his eyes, his beard disheveled and his eyes slightly red form the alcohol in his system and from crying.

ex-husband!toji who persuaded you to stay a little longer and have a chat. and was shocked that you agreed. it was kind of awkward at first, but the years of knowing each other didn't go to waste. you talked about the new place you got, and how you felt during your marriage, getting to understand your side and realizing what an asshole he was to you. but at least now he doesn't feel so lonely. at least today he can go to bed knowing that he got to have you close to him, even if it was only for about an hour.

ex-husband!toji who you agreed to stay friends with because you still cared about him. there were many memories of the both of you happy and in love, acting like complete fools, memories that still put a smile on your face. he was quite the experience, but circumstances made you let go. it was better for the both of you. but of course staying friends is not a big deal.

ex-husband!toji who slowly started getting his life back on track. shaving his stubble regularly, keeping the house clean, arranging his wardrobe and drinking way less that he was as well as working extra hard on his job so he can earn a lot of money and buy himself or you something nice. because at least he didn't fuck up that bad, right...?

ex-husband!toji who became a better person in general, to maintain your relationship. in hopes of trying to get you back. slowly, it was a process. getting you to trust him, just like the first time and making you realize that you miss him and being with him just as much as he does and eventually confessing your feelings to him like the first time. it was genius, really.

ex-husband!toji who gets heart broken when he finds out you've moved on. moved on to a guy more handsome, younger, richer and clearly treats you better than he ever did. he's stunned when you introduce them to one another, not knowing what to say. a fake wobbly smile is plastered on his face as he shakes hands with your new man. he congratulates you. what else is there to say? but he realizes now that he's lost you. there was no chance you were ever going to be together again. nome at all...

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[romanreignsbae]

the warmth between us - chapter 1

a/n: sorry for the delay on this guys! i hope you all enjoy the first chapter of the warmth between us!!!

word count: 4k

tw: just a touch of angst and maybe some fluff! 🥰

Shutting the door behind her, Valentina flipped the sign on her flower shop's door from closed to open. The crisp morning air had her in a good mood for today’s predictably not so busy Tuesday. Opening up barely a month ago, Valentina had come to learn Tuesdays were typically the least busiest day of the week. Streets were empty, barely any cars around, let alone people, especially on this side of town.

To say the least, Valentina surprisingly enjoyed when it was busy. Not only because of the fact she was making her well earned money, though that was surely a plus. She just enjoyed interacting with others. She didn’t get the chance to interact with many people often, so when she could it was always appreciated.

But then again…what did she expect moving to a big city. All alone..no family, no friends, just her and her puppy, Aurora.

It was a sad and quiet experience, but in some way peaceful? She’d never felt so at peace before, but also never so bored.

Valentina has always leaned to be more on the shy side. To people she didn’t know, she was quiet, barely speaking at all. But when she warmed up to someone they’d never hear her shut up.

Nonetheless, opening 'Marianna’s' had always been her dream. From a young age it's all shes ever wanted. Her grandmother, whom she named her flower shop after, was one of the large influences for her love for gardening. Valentina would spend her whole summer break planting flowers all around her house, street, neighborhood. Valentina loved the concept of caring for something so beautiful, it made her feel like she has a purpose.

The phone ringing behind her desk cut off her thoughts. She dropped the pink roses she was holding and rushed to the phone.

"Hi, I'm Valentina, how can I help you?" she asked with a relatively cheerful tone. She didn’t get phone calls often, most people would just drop by. It was simpler that way. She had come to learn when people called, most of the time they had orders.

"Hi! I believe i'm calling ‘Marianna’s’?" The voice on the other side of the phone seemed to come from a woman. She sounded friendly and like she was around her age.

"That's correct,” Valentina wondered who would be calling bright and early at this time. It was unlikely to have customers this early, and rarely did she ever get phone calls. “how can I help you?"

"I actually work right beside you. Reigns Enterprises." Valentina always took notice of the large building, the building which was practically attached to her little shop. It was absolutely humongous, towering over every building in sight. She was impressed they even took notice of her building.

"Wow, really?"

"Yes! My husband’s cousin is actually the CEO," Valentina paused. She had heard of Roman Reigns. The CEO of Reigns Enterprises. She knew he was known for his hostility and hard work ethic. The voice on the other side of the phone spoke again “It's kinda his birthday, and well, we know he doesn't like to do much..so we just thought we'd order some flowers for him. Something small, but meaningful.”

"Aw! That's really sweet of you guys! Is there anything specific you'd like?" A big company like Reigns Enterprises ordering flowers meant a lot. If she made a good impression, the possibility of them ordering again would be likely. "Not at all, we know absolutely nothing about flowers! But, just one small favour, would you mind dropping the flowers off here? I know you may be busy but the streets out are kinda dead.”

Valentina glanced outside, the streets really were dead empty, no one in sight. Plus, it'd be cool to drop off flowers to such a professional company. "You know what, sure!"

"Just tell the people at the front, Naomi ordered flowers. I'll let them know too in case."

Hanging up the phone, Valentina skipped around her shop putting together the best bouquet she could. Grabbing a mix of red and pink roses, she tied it up the bouquet, and locked up her shop. Within less than a minute Valentina was walking into the absolutely humongous, slightly intimidating building.

The interior Reigns Enterprises was nicer then the exterior, if even possible. Valentina could even see her reflection coming off the spotless white floor. She approached the two female sectaries, who gave her a look up and down.

She blushed as she remembered her dress wasn't exactly appropriate to wear in a place like Reigns Enterprises. She smiled kindly before beginning to speak.

"Hi! I'm Val-"

"Yeah, we know, the flower girl. Head on up to the the last floor. Last door in the left hallway." The secretary was straight forward, she had a pair of large square glasses on, with an oversized yellow blouse. She had a look of disapproval on her face. A small frown came across Valentina's face, but was quickly covered up by smile.

She stood in the large elevator with the flowers tucked under her right arm. Following instructions she was headed to the top floor, nervously smiling the few employees that would hop on and off the elevator at each floor.

Knocking on the two large doors, Valentina awaited to finally meet Naomi. Instead what she didn't expect was male voice to respond in a "What?" that sounded so ever bothered.

Valentina gulped softly, before opening the door slowly. There sat a man, an undeniably handsome man, his hair slicked back perfectly, a suit the hugged his seemingly perfect body, and she couldn’t ignore the bothered look spread across his face.

She hadn’t realized she was staring at him, he looked at her dumbfounded. She fiddled with her fingers nervously, speaking in a small voice.

"Hi, i'm Valentina. I'm here to drop off the flowers that were ordered." The man looked at her intently. His face began turning a bright shade of pink, alongside his ears, indicating one thing, anger. “What fucking flowers? I didn't order anything."

"I got a call- They told me-"

"Well, I didn't fucking call. How stupid are you? Do you know who I am?" Valentina was visibly taken back by his sudden lash out. Her cheeks began to heat up of embarrassment. She hadn’t been exposed to this behaviour for…awhile now.

"No..I don't know who you are.." she whispered nervously while staring at the floor. He scowled darkly.

"I own the fucking building your standing in." His voice oozed pure confidence. Valentina peered up at him, as it all clicked. Who else would have a large office at the very top of the building? Roman Reigns.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I believe I was supposed to drop these off to someone by the name of Naomi," Pure fear overcame Valentina's body, wondering if the stories shes heard of this man were true. His brows furrowed slightly. In attempt to be respectful she began to address the reason she was sent here in the first place. "Happy Birthday by the wa-"

"That's it! That's fucking it! Get the fuck out of my office!" His hands slammed harshly on his desk. Valentina's body shook in surprise. She didn't expect that. Tears came to her eyes out of pure shock. She dropped the flowers on the floor and she could feel the tears coming.

Without second thought she ran out of his office, scrambling to the emergency exit staircase. Running down the steps, she left the building, heading back to her own shop. She couldn't believe people were actually so mean.

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"Roman! I can't believe you acted that way! She seemed so sweet!" And beautiful Roman thought to himself. He couldn't believe Naomi actually ordered flowers for him. He rubbed his temples for what felt like the 100th time today.

He was just having a frustrating day, and took it all out on the girl who was told by his dumbass secretaries to come up to his office. He could see the way her eyes watered when he yelled at her. The guilt was now all settling in while Naomi was telling him off.

"I want you to go down there, right now and apologize." Roman chuckled at her words. "In your fucking dreams." Naomi looked at Jimmy for back up. Jimmy scoffed, before then taking notice of Naomi’s very serious look.

"C'mon Uce. Ole girl really did seem nice. Naomi had her on speakerphone. She seems real passionate bout her job." Roman looked daggers his way, while Jimmy looked at the floor, stifling his laugh. Jey, sat on the sofa, also trying not to crack up.

Roman could still vividly remember the way her pretty brown eyes were full of warmth. And how sad they looked after he acted like a goddamn nutcase.

She was beautiful either way though. That was one of the first things he noticed about her. Her beautiful eyes, the way they looked so soft and kind, her soft full lips, and her perfect figure. She was undeniably beautiful.

"I'm not taking no for an answer, Roman." Naomi spoke like she could get Roman out of his seat to go apologize. But, he also knew she wouldn't stop bickering to him about it till he did so. If there was one thing about Naomi, it was that she’s determined. Roman admired the hustle, but also got pissed off time to time.

"Fine," he spoke gruffly. "Don't expect me to fucking mean it though."

"I'll come with you, uce." Jey spoke his eyes moving from his phone to Roman. "Anything to get away from Sami ass."

The pair began to leave the room, Roman moving as fast as he could to just get this dumb shit over with. Jey however taking his sweet time, slightly causing Roman to want to yell at him.

“Her name is Valentina by the way!” Naomi called out as they left the room. A stunning name for a stunning woman, Roman thought to himself.

Roman and Jey both looked up at the girlish flower shop. It was called 'Marianna’s" the whole place was decked out in colour. How fucking ironic. Roman did wonder how the name ‘Marianna’s’ applied to her. Naomi called her Valentina, so this definitely resonated elsewhere.

"Let's do this, fast."

The door of the flower shop was so small, Roman swore if he straightened out he would have a fucking concussion from the short ass doorway. The smell of fresh flowers was all over the small shop. He saw the familiar girl sitting on a crate, sorting out the different coloured roses laid across the floor.

He couldn't seem to ignore the small frown on her face. The frown he may have had something to do with. He didn't know why, but that made his heart twitch. The fuck.

"Hey, sweetheart." Jey spoke slyly catching Valentinas attention. She softly smiled, her plump lips pressing against each other. "Hi, anything I can do to help you?"

Roman didn't know why, but he didn't like Jey talking to her. Calling her sweetheart and shit. That wasn't his place to do so. She got up from the crate she was sitting on and walked towards Jey. She then realized he wasn't exactly alone.

Her eyes moved from Jey to Roman, her smiling dropping. "My big cousin wants to apologize to you.." Jey started talking. Her eyes widened slightly. Roman moved a few steps towards her, maintaining eye contact.

"I'm sorry for speaking to you the way I did..it's- it’s just been a rough day, that's all." He spoke in an exhausted tone. He truly was exhausted. Always being in his office, and living off of 4-5 hours of sleep wouldn’t exactly make him the happiest person.

Her small smile reappeared as she nodded her head understandingly. "It's okay, I get it. We all have those days."

For some reason that made Roman feel even worse. He knows damn well if someone spoke to him that way he’d be pissed the fuck off, but she was so easily forgiving. It made him feel like shit all over again.

She was naive. He could read people well, and knew she was the type to forgive and forget too easily. He realized his anger had slightly simmered down too.

He nodded his head at her before turning around to leave. That's when he realized Jey wasn't moving. He was in a trance staring at her, with a small smile playing on his lips. She giggled when Roman pulled him back roughly by his shoulder catching his attention.

"Time to go. Now." Roman once again didn’t know why, but he felt angry all over again that Jey was looking at her like that. Like he wanted her. He doesn't even fucking know her.

The two left the shop walking back to the building.

"Don't try no shit with her." Jey looked surprised by Roman's tone. He sounded almost possessive. "Why not? You like her?" Jey said half jokingly half serious. His big cousin has never told him off regarding anything to do with a girl. Roman looked at him with a small scowl.

"Fuck no. Just don't try no shit." He spoke with a unwavering voice. He sounded convincing. "Aight, Uce. You got my word.”

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The last thing Valentina expected from Roman was a apology. More surprisingly, a seemingly genuine apology. Her thoughts were cut off again by the door opening. This time a beautiful woman, a woman with a dark complexion walked through the doors of her shop.

"Hi, I'm Naomi. We spoke over the phone," Valentina was now also wondering what Naomi was doing here. “I’m also here to apologize for that whole misunderstanding. I shoulda been more clear with the secretaries instead of sending you straight to Roman’s office.”

Valentina did not expect that. Her eyes widene, not exactly knowing how to respond. “Oh um- that’s totally okay! Mistakes happen.”

Naomi walks towards her, leaning onto a table. “I just thought i’d come here to chill for a bit, feels good to actually interact with a female. I’m stuck with stupid men alllll day long.”

Valentina giggled softly before she decided to switch topics out of curiosity. “Was the man that came here with Roman your husband?”

Naomi laughed loudly. “No, that’s actually his twin brother, Jey.” Twins? “My husbands name is Jimmy.” Naomi looked at Valentina before beginning to speak again.

“You know what, tomorrow head on over to the building, and bring some of your pretty flowers,” Her eyes danced across the shop taking everything in. “You can help me decorate for the business dinner we’re hosting. We don't need anything super crazy, maybe just a little something to make the atmosphere look a little…happier.”

Valentina thought it through. It didn’t seem like a bad idea, and Naomi’s right, some female interaction even for her would be nice. “Sounds good, i’ll be there!"

Naomi smiled pleased, she stood up straight and walked to the door. “Be there 9 on the dot! See ya, Val!”

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Walking into the same building that almost had her shedding tears, Valentina felt a wave of anxiety in her stomach. She had her rolling stand full of boxes with all sorts of flowers and decorations.

She was almost..scared? Not necessarily scared of the people, just the situation. Roman.

He’s all that’s been on her mind. The way he was utterly upset with her, but also genuinely apologized to her.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he seemed?

This time Valentina didn’t bother approaching the secretaries. Naomi texted her to inform security would just let her in, and she could go straight to her office.

Walking in, there Naomi stood laughing with two men. Twins. The man with the shorter hair who she recognized to be the man who came with Roman yesterday. And the other man with longer hair, hair that was coloured half red, that was obviously Naomi’s husband.

“H-hi..” Making her presence aware.

The trio all turned to look over with smiles on their faces. Valentina took in how similar the twins looked, hair being a way to tell them apart.

“Yay, you’re here!” A smiling Naomi walked over linking arms with Valentina.

“This is my husband Jimmy,” Naomi pointed at the man with long hair. Jimmy smiled kindly at her, with a small wave. “Wudup?!” Valentina could already tell Jimmy was a ball of energy. “And this is Jey, my brother in law.”

Jey seemed to be a little more serious. But a smile formed on his face nonetheless, added alongside a small nod.

“Aight! Let’s start then!”

While working on putting the meeting together, Valentina couldn’t ignore the way Jey kept on staring at her. Jey would stare at her for minutes on end, looking like he was trying to figure her out. It almost gave her a weird feeling in her tummy. She didn’t know if she liked him staring at her or not.

However, within 30 minutes, the four of them had the meeting room looking happier, more alive. Naomi had a look of proudness on her face. “We did a pretty good job.”

“Damn straight. Wait till Roman sees this he’s gonna be impres-”

The door behind them opened abruptly. Turning around, there Roman stood. Valentina took notice in his perfectly pulled back hair, and his sleek black suit. He looked…well..like a business man.

“You guys did a pretty good job,” Roman glanced around the room, with almost a hint of impression on his face. Valentina wanted to impress him.

Unaware of the fact he was staring almost directly at her. Valentina’s cheeked turned a warm shade of pink as she broke eye contact. She could still feel his eyes on her and as she looked down at the floor.

“O-Okay, i’m gonna head out..”

“I’ll walk you ou-” Jey was cut off by Roman. “No. I’ll walk you out.”

A scowl appeared on Jey’s face which was quickly followed by his fists clenching, then unclenching. Roman took notice immediately, barking, “Is there a fucking problem?”

“Nah, Uce. No problem at all.”

Naomi and Jimmy shared worried glances taking in the situation. Jey was a hothead, and Roman was just…well, Roman. Roman had an amused look on his face, with a small smirk playing on his lips. He always got what he wanted.

Everyone knew the cousins could get along well enough, and in the blink eye turn into each others fucking enemies. Its just the way Roman and Jey have always been. No one questioned it. There was no need to. It’d been this way since they were kids.

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Walking into the elevator together, Valentina couldn’t help but notice the strong masculine scent coming off Roman. He smelt…expensive.

“Ya’ll did a good job, I can give you that.” His tone wasn’t hostile like yesterday. He sounded like a genuine normal person.

Valentina always loved hearing positive feedback from people regarding her job. This was definitely something she would not be taking lightly. The Roman Reigns just told her he was impressed with her work.

Her cheeks once again felt heated as she replied hesitantly. “Thank you…it..means a lot.”

“How long you been into flowers?” Valentina surely didn’t expect Roman to keep the conversation going. It was unlike him to.

“Well…my grandma introduced me to more so gardening. We used to plant all sorts of flowers though. When I was younger i’d always help her garden in our backyard. Every summer it was all we’d do.” Valentina felt a wave of emotion come through her. Eyes watering at the thought of her favourite person, Valentina felt so suddenly small and vulnerable. “I miss her so much..”

Roman’s eyes softened at her words. He stared at her as he debated on how to reply. He wasn’t all too good with this feelings shit. “I understand…loss is hard on everyone,” Debating if he should continue speaking, he settled on not being a total dick. “Everyday it gets easier and easier. I promise. Can I ask when your grandmother passed?”

Valentina eyes widened in surprise to Roman’s reaction. She didn’t expect any comfort from him. And especially not a follow up question. Today was completely full of surprises.

She smiled softly at the thought of her grandma. The kindest, most caring, and beautiful person to ever grace her in life.

“She passed away about 3 months ago. She had just turned 83. I actually opened this flower shop in honour of her. She taught me all about flowers and gardening.”

Roman nodded his head, with an unreadable look on his face. “Shit, so her death was recent. I’m not surprised you’re still upset about it. It was recent. But, like I said, day by day, shit does get easier.”

A smile spread across Valentine's face. Roman couldn't help but softly smile back at her. This damn girl was contagious. He didn't know why but a smile on her face, made him feel....at ease?

The elevator opening stopped Romans thoughts. He moved aside for her to step out first. He didn't know why but he felt the need to be kind to her. Poor girl owned a small flower shop, and looks like she’d cry is anyone raised their voice at her. He had some lingering guilt in him from his little breakdown he had yesterday.

Walking out the doors of the elevator, Valentina couldn't help but notice the nasty side eyes the same secretaries were giving her. She never liked have eyes on her, and felt herself becoming nervous.

Breathing out as they finally leave the building, Valentina goes to thank Roman. "I really appreciate your advice," she truly did. He obviously seemed to know what he’s talking about. It couldn’t help but to cross Valentina’s mind if Roman has ever lost anyone that meant a lot to him. Nonetheless she replies in a simple way. “And you’re right. Day by day things do get easier."

Roman nodded with a small smile on his face. Walking to the front of Valentina’s flower shop, Roman planted his feet, eyes lingering from the bottom of the shop, to the top.

“I’ll give to you. You’ve done a pretty good job with the place already. I see people walking round here with flowers all the time recently,” Valentina blushed profusely over his praise.

His eyes moved back to her, he looked unsure of what to say next, but spoke with confidence nonetheless. “Tell you what, if you need any business advice, or even someone to talk to, you know where to find me.”

He was so bold. Valentina could barely respond with the mixed emotions coming over her. She barely mumbled out a quiet “thank you,” before smiling softly, staring at the floor. “I appreciate it.”

Roman nodded his head, his eyes moving over her once more before he turned around, walking back to his building, leaving her with a bundle of emotions to unpack.

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[carminejade]

On the Subject of Xenodrugs

Being quite a disreputably reputable guide book, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has very rigorous standards for the quality of its articles, researchers, and recommendations. It is thus puzzling when many hitchhikers who attempt to study the incredibly diverse drugs of the Affini Compact are either never heard from again, or send long complex articles that are almost completely illegible save for their glowing recommendation that any curious intelligent traveler wave down any of the Compact's craft and get injected as soon as possible.

However, any willing and perfectly independent traveler can learn all they can remember as the affini are far too willing to share that information.

Xenodrugs, as is the easiest word to describe them in local galactic vernacular, are a wide and diverse collection of legal and useful substances that the affini develop for the purpose of "making all the cute and silly little cuties be much happier while we give them all the huggies and pets their little hearts desire, and then some." There are a potentially infinite number of possible xenodrugs in the Affini Compact's vast and unknowable archives. This is due to the fact that, interestingly, one drug does not work the same across species. A xenodrug that may cause a Betelgeusian to taste the color red with his/her/their left toe may have a much weaker effect when applied to a Vogon, but be even more potent when injected into a Rinan.

Rather than do what any irresponsibly talented drug maker does, where you make a catchall that can make as many people as possible at a fancy dinner party think their chandelier is actually made of giant fire-breathing locusts, the affini believe in making new versions of every drug they possess to meet the metabolic threshholds of all the species they bring under their lovingly oppressive vines. This makes it very difficult to track all the possible xenodrugs currently circulating in the galaxy, as any sophont who uses them inevitably ends up spending more and more time among the affini and becomes a good little floret.

But, if you ever end up at a fun party where a towering plant person is offering you "something to ease your precious mind just a little, sweetheart", you should inquire as to what letter is associated with that drug and accordingly run based on which of the following letters the terrifying cosmic being says absolutely agree on the spot and show the nice affini your little arm or nose to receive the xenodrugs from the wonderful and loving affini looking to help your cute self be extra happy and precious.

A- Your standard fare drug. Effects often include things like your sense of touch being amplified, and your body chilling out as if you just finished inhaling the fumes off your ship's warp drive. Not that you should do that, and please tell any affini if you've done that at all.

B- Often used to manipulate the memory of any foolhardy partygoer, or to help you forget just how many hits you took off the ship's warp drive coils. Again, please let an affini know if you have done that, because its not good and they will help you forget that urge and get you the best care possible, dear reader.

C- Unfortunately, very little information exists on this particular xenodrug but they're very dangerous if used irresponsibly and should be treated with great caution, petals. All that is known is that when applied to any person, be they hitchhiker or not, they quickly end up enslaved to the will of an affini domesticated very quickly and go home with their new owner almost immediately after meeting.

D- Very likely to make you spill all of your secrets and reveal all of your secrets about your travels and where you hid your towel.

E- Very good at calming you down while trying to run or escape from the loving and tender vines of an affini trying to domesticate you.

H- Psychotropics that make you very susceptible to hypnosis or subliminal messaging. Far more potent than whatever convinced you to take hits off the warp drive coils, and can make you very easily guided to go talk to all the wonderful affini looking to help you find a home and stop hitchhiking.

S- The kind of weird things that are only possible in this weird and uncontrollable very adorable galaxy we call home. Messes with the body's senses and causes them to overlap in interesting ways like allowing you to taste the colors of an affini's flowers or make all her words into a beautiful tapestry of pretty colors.

Z- Easily takes you out, knocking you straight out into slumber as if you just hit your head after being caught taking hits off the warp drive again. Please be careful with these if you aren't being offered them, though. We wouldn't want you to get hurt while you're being all precious before taking a cute little nappie.

We hope this guide of all publicly available xenodrugs has been most helpful you silly little hitchhiker, as you continue to travel the stars for reasons no one can truly ever comprehend. Make sure to notify any nice looking affini at a moment's notice if you get at all curious about xenodrugs, and we would be happy to administer them for you and launder your towel while you enjoy your trip into drugged out bliss. See you soon, petal~! And remember.

Don't Panic.

[brain4stew]

I was wondering if u could do something with this post https://www.tumblr.com/brain4stew/776674413350404096/forsaken-killers-with-a-deceased-so-perchance

But make it like a part where boom their body's are suddenly gone and now there suddenly alive but the killers don't believe it at first!! if possible then just a lil fluff.

I really wonder where you people get ideas from… 🧍‍♀️ DID YOU STEAL MY BRAIN JUICE?! 😦😦 /J

But yes, I shall make this for you, anon. 🙂‍↕️

Those that do not know what post the anon is referring to, it is,

This one.

(Note: Characters may be ooc, since I do not know how the characters actually will work/be like!)

That being said, here is your request under the cut! ;

1x1x1x1 (1x4).

We all know that this creature is the embodiment of hatred, right? And he had you as their lovely s/o.

However, you were dead. You were a minion for a while, a special minion.

But after a round where 1x4 was the killer, and she killed every survivor, and won. Imagine her shock, when you’re gone.

Now just imagine, his hatred but now tenfold.

Way more relentless in rounds, bringing actual hell on their victims. (Survivors.)

But one specific round, she sees you alive.

He doesn’t believe it of course, and kills you for a few rounds. Before he notices that very same look you always have, when you were alive, and didn’t die.

Another round, and they immediately starts rushing to find you. Ignoring every and all survivor now, surprisingly.

When she finds you, oh, when she finds you again… She won’t leave you be alone ever again.

He’s practically growling at any and all survivor and killer within your vicinity. He just doesn’t want you to die again…

In private, they’ll be scared to touch you, let alone hold you. But as you reassure them that you will be alright, they can’t help but hug you, hold you close, and pepper your face with kisses.

You both fell asleep with each other again, cuddled up with each other. 1x4 obviously is the big spoon, scared that you’ll be gone the moment she wakes up again.

John Doe.

This poor, confused and corrupted guy…

His corruption was far too bad when you were dead. That his corruption ended up corrupting the killers and survivors a bit.

He doesn’t notice that you’re alive, as he kills you for many rounds, until a survivor yells out your name, to warn you of him.

He pauses his hand, mid-strike, stiffening up.

Did he hear that correctly? His s/o? Alive again? Couldn’t be…

When he glances down at you, he is arguably… Shocked and confused.

He lowers his hand, hesitating for a while-

You ended up tackling him down into a tight hug. He’s shocked by your sudden strength, how did you manage to tackle him down?!

He’s glad you’re alive however. So each round where you’re in it, he searches for you, and stays by you everytime. His corruption gradually becoming stable again.

(The survivors and killers that were affected by his corruption also became free of the corruption.)

He glares at anyone, everyone and anything near you. He quite literally does not trust anything near you, afraid that you’ll die once again.

In private, he’s clingy as hell. He always has to have at least one singular claw on one of your fingers.

He’s hugging you, and cuddling you quite a lot. He missed you, a lot.

Jason.

Jason was still and is still killing each and every survivor, until his mother tells him that your body, is gone.

He’s scared, livid also! Did your body get taken? No, because then someone would have to go inside his room, and search for both you and his mother’s head…

He’s more feral this time, killing anyone and everyone. He doesn’t notice it, as he kills you for a few rounds, until…

His mother, recognized you. She immediately tells him to stop, and to look closely at you.

He does as told, stopping his attacks, and looking at you closely. Oh. My. MOTHER. (😇)

He drops his machete, and chainsaw, before rushing to you, and hugging you closely. Not caring at all that the survivors are looking.

In private, you and him will be making diy’s, knitting, learning and listening to his mother. Listening to what she has to say about her youth, and learning how to do and make things.

He also hugs you a lot, tensing up whenever a survivor or killer is nearby you.

Mafioso.

He’s relentless in rounds. Killing any and all survivor, in debt or not, he does not care.

He always watches over his goons, practically glaring death daggers at them, if they ever are close to your capsule.

Imagine his shock and horror when his boss, Eunoia, tells him that you are gone. You disappeared. Your dead body, gone, vanished.

He immediately rushes back to your capsule and his boss after his round of being the killer, and sure enough… You’re gone. Eunoia has already sent some goons to look for you, whilst having trackers on each and every one of them.

The more rounds he is in, the more frustrated, angry and mad he is. Where did you go? Did one of his goons betray him again? Did a survivor take you? Did a fellow killer take you away? No, Eunoia would have seen, heard and taken care of them.

So imagine his reaction, when you tackle him from behind, hugging him tightly from behind, and calling him that lovely and sweet nickname you gave him that he remembers dearly.

He stops in his tracks and turns around to face you, taking his hat off, and placing it on top of your head, as he hugs you back.

He holds you, hugging you for a while, before he calls his most trusted goons. (Soldier, Contractee, Consigliere and Caporegime.)

Their shock when they see you again, they immediately ask Mafioso if they can hug you too. When they get a confirmation from Mafioso, and he backs up from you.

You’re immediately tackled down into a group hug. The guys crying and hugging you, as you smile, and hug them all back, telling them that you’re okay and safe. And how you missed every and each one of them.

You look up at Mafioso, and grin, you reach up an arm, and pull him down into the group hug. (He’s surprised by the unexpected gesture and strength, so much so that he actually stumbles.)

In private, you and his goons are making bracelets, items and everything you all can make together.

You, Mafioso and his goons listen to Eunoia, occasionally asking questions, and giving advice.

(Whenever you’re supposed to be sat on the ground, you’re instead sat on Mafioso’s lap. He put you on his lap.)

Mafioso’s bunnies squeak and whine when they finally see you. You’re immediately swarmed with bunnies, and Mafioso sat behind or beside you.

In private, Mafioso will hold you like you’re something fragile, afraid that you’ll die and disappear again.

He doesn’t show it much, but whenever he’s with you, or Eunoia, he lets his bunny form show. You and Eunoia are the only ones he trusts to be able to help groom him in his bunny form/state.

He’s also cuddling you a lot, even nuzzling you a bit too, he’s glad you’re alive and back again, but he’s still scared it’ll happen again.

Eunoia also treats you like you’re fragile glass. She knows how vulnerable people are, and she’s afraid she’ll damage you.

(Anyway, thank you for requesting this, anon! 🫶)

[jjwolves]

The most recent Ena fic (the one where the reader transforms as they continue to be in this digital world) reminded me of a passing thought I had once: What do you think would happen if someone was isekai'd into her world AS an Ena? Like, a human in the real world who transformed into a member of Ena's species in this new dimension? Do you think BBQ Ena would be willing to take them under her wing? What about Webseries Ena?

You can take this as a request or not, it's your call. But if you do write about this idea, may I request you keep it platonic? Sort of like siblings? I feel a little odd about Ena dating Ena... I'd prefer if we didn't Onceler-ify the poor woman, ya know?

TUTORIAL LEVEL · · ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── · ·

What: ENA and ENA the Worker X ENA!Reader (Platonic)

Who: ENA and ENA the Worker from ENA and ENA Dream BBQ (Both by Joel G)

How Much: ~800 Words, ~4 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: None

A/N: HOW ABOUT BOTH MWAHAHA

ENA has lived many different lives as an anthology anomaly. One aeon she’s going on adventures with her moon friend, the other, she’s employed. Her existence was like a closed loop until you showed up, breaking into samsara. You had wandered across a world where every wondrous creature you met treated you like a pest. Your days were marked with confusion, until she found you and was… surprised. How could this be? Had she respawned incorrectly? She couldn’t compute what you were doing, being her. Having a face like hers. It shouldn’t be possible, but it was. And she was…

...Delighted! She had never, in all her travels, met someone who was like her! You two had so much to talk about! “Oh! How nice to meet a fellow conspirator! Your face… It’s just like mine!” ENA made sure to pull your suprisingly solid hair and experimentally pinch your polygonal cheeks. You were glad to meet a friendly face, but the head-touching was getting annoying and you waved her hands away. “Are you some kind of doppelganger?” A glitch-and-switch into blue. “If it’s true, just kill me and replace me already! I bet you’d do a better job than ME!” You weren’t startled by the sudden change—after all, you’d been a walking collection of emotional outbursts yourself. ENA chuckled nervously and returned to sunshine. “Ahem. Apologies. Would you like me to reveal to you the wonders of this land?” You would.

ENA gives you an enthusiastic tour of her strange world, occasionally interjecting with gentle advice when you would touch something that might be unsafe. Along the way, she gestures and dances excitedly as she talks about her favorite places. “This is Auction Hill. My good friend Moony and I come here to bet on various things. Oh, do be careful of the rainrocks. You’ll get squished!” ENA seems to take a great deal of delight in taking on a role which she usually doesn’t occupy: that of the mentor and guide. “Now, now. That banana is not to be touched! A man and his blue friend informed me that it is unsanitary.” She does little jumps and maneuvers to get into places which are difficult to reach, and then turns around, patiently waiting for you to do the same. When you eventually get it, she alternates between exclaiming “Joy!” and sobbing about how “You just got here and you’re better at it than I am!” When you part ways for the first time, you promise to come visit her again. “I look forward to your visitation. Thank you for letting me be your tutorial character!”

...Eager! ENA the Worker is a little bit different than her more carefree counterpart. She’s glad to meet someone who’s like her, and she’s happy to educate you on the ways of the world, but it’ll be filtered through her very business-oriented mindset. “Welcome, unsuspecting customer. Or should I say… employee?” She tacks a nametag onto you. “I am no longer the boss of myself, so I will be your boss today. Er, supervisor.” A switch. “GET TO WORK! SUPERVISOR’S ORDERS!” ENA is pretty busy, so she leaves sticky notes for things that you need to do and how to do them in a place you can easily see, but it’s ENA. It’s hardly comprehensible. Notes include ‘reach for the stars’, ‘sell stock’ and ‘try oil’. That last one left you more stumped than the others.

She sits you down to talk about your ‘job performance’. You’re pretty sure you haven’t been paid, so you’re not sure why you’re working for her. Smiling, and with a hint of sarcasm, she chirps, “Your performance has been terrible. Every time we talk to a customer, you end up crying on/screaming at/being apathetic towards/trying to kiss them! How unprofessional!” She passes the baton to her pale side. “ARE YOU TRYING TO STEAL MY JOB OR SOMETHING! YOU WANNA TRY BEING MANAGER?!” You point out that she said she was the supervisor. “IT’S BOTH!” You flip to one of your extremes and both start getting tangled in a chaotic emotional clash. Froggy can’t stand it. “Will you both shut the hell up?!”

[raemirs]

What is special about SifLoop to you?

OH BOY WHAT A LOADED QUESTION!!! to be honest if i explained everything we would be here for 2 weeks and also that's a lot of spoons that i dont have so. i will offer a heavily, HEAVILY abridged bullet pointed version.

-oh, that one person who will understand you more than anyone else in the world. that person who is always on the same wavelength as you, who understands why you do all the things you do, who you never have to explain anything to, who you can simply look in the eyes and have telepathic conversations with... they are that person, to each other <3 on virtue of being the same person, but still! i have always been a sucker for this type of dynamic due to being socially ostracized as a ND child growing up. i yearned for the longest time to find that one person who i didnt have to explain or hide any of my strange quirks from (i have since found that one person for me, and boy it is sweet!) and i think it's awesome that sifloop can be that person for each other :)

-sifloop as an allegory for self love is not something i explore too often (which is a crime!!! i should explore it more!!!!), but ohhhhh, is it juiiiicy. these goobers deserve to love themselves, but if they can't bring themselves to do it for now, loving the other is a good first step. one of my all-time favorite sifloop fanfics, simple as existing (please please PLEASE read it, it's soooo good) has most of the things i love about this interpretation of sifloop! aghhh... loop taking care of siffrin's body because it was once theirs... ughhghhhhhhhhhhhh im normal im so normal im normal

-you can take sifloop in so many interesting angles! do they love each other in an actual romantic way? is it some form of fucked up self love? does it no longer count as selfcest because they've undergone such different life-altering experiences? is it such a deep emotional bond that it transcends mere romance or platonic love and cannot be described with words? well, no need to fear, because you get to pick! and the dynamic will be guaranteed to be juicy anyhow <3

-mashing the above two bullet points together creates one of my favorite interpretations of sifloop i've seen yet! something something an annoying trait present in yourself becomes endearing when present in someone else you love. something something by learning to love the traits they hate in themselves in the other, sifloop can begin to learn how to love themselves again. by loving the other, they can start to heal. im normal im normal im normal

-as a touch-starved little freak myself i love love love how sifloop are both touch-starved to hell and back because!! they can fix this with each other!!!! make those fuckers hang off each other like wet clothes!!! they will never let go of each other ever again!!! at every possible scenario they will be at least holding hands or something more!!! both of them want so so much touch and they can give this to each other in precisely the way they want!! it's so fucking good!!!

on the flip side, you can take sifloop's craving for touch in an angsty direction as well! again, love how you can take sifloop's dynamics in so many ways and have all of them be just as compelling and correct. i explore this angstier direction in another post of mine <3

-siffrin is really easy and fun to draw and loop being siffrin means i can turn them human and then boom i get to make cute ship art while drawing the little guy i love twice. what a steal! (i've also recently figured out loop's star form and it is quite fun to draw as well hehehe)

-i'm sure there's WAYYYY more i've missed talking about, this is just the stuff that's come to mind first. as you can tell by this short and abridged summary (/sar) of why i love sifloop, i have a normal amount of thoughts about them <3 here's to many more moons of being insane about sifloop!

[hostilemuppet]

Christina "Bliss" Utonium

(Nickname given by Bubbles, who is her favourite sister (don't tell anyone!))

Once a normal and perfect little girl, the daughter of Professor Utonium (whether adopted or from a previous relationship is up to audience interpretation) was accidentally exposed to various chemicals of the alphabet variety and, after being infused with Chemical W, mutated into what would later be known as the very first Powerpuff Girl. After living the first five years of her life with no powers and suddenly capable of more than she could have possibly imagined, she was unstable, but more than that she was scared. Scared of destroying everything she touched, scared of getting hurt, scared of hurting her dad. So after blowing yet another hole in the house, she fled to somewhere she could be alone and could gain control of her powers without hurting anyone she cared about.

since theyre made of different chemicals, she doesnt have the exact same powers as the other three girls. bliss cant fly, but she can teleport. she doesnt have laser eyes, but her... explosive personality more than makes up for it. she may not be the strongest or the fastest, but her telekenesis means she can hold her own just fine. she is not the ultimate powerpuff who makes the others look weak in comparison, she is just another member of the team - she has not been sent off to space - who is capable but not invincible

or, she would be. after being alone on a deserted island (Him was not communicating with her through Mih, but she did talk to herself. a lot.) for a decade, shed really prefer to focus on the luxuries of civilian life. and who can blame her? if i was eating nothing but fish and coconut for 10 years, id want a good burger or ice cream too. and shes missed out on sooooooo many movies... hey, have you girls heard of tiktok? bliss would never shy away from a fight, but shes not exactly seeking it out. shes too busy trying to adjust back into society, for better or for worse. and trust me, romance is the LAST thing on her mind right now

for the most part, the powerpuff girls remain a terrific trio, with bliss aiding them now and then, the same as in the show how she pops back to earth every so often for the plot. except she is still on earth and lives at the utonium residence, because after being separated from her family for 10 years, why would she give that up again? this is the best of both worlds; she gets to be around her family instead of being put on a bus, and shes not forced into the main group permanently

in terms of design, she was inspired by the Perfect Little Girl from the original whoopass shorts; she was the first after all! this is mostly shown in her colour scheme but an earlier draft had a similar hairstyle for her island look. since she was at one point a normal human, unlike the other ppg she has five fingers, a nose, and she lacks the iconic ppg eye design, along with all the other traits i use to separate the x-creations from regular humans. what makes bliss special is how normal she seems (if you ignore the teleporting and the levitating of course). design process:

[ray935sworld]

My baby, my baby

Child of divorce AU: Chapter 7: Waiting

All parts

TW: hospitals and talk about possible character death

David knew something terrible had happened.

He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was just a gut feeling or his tendency to overthink but he knew that thing weren’t going as they normally would happen. And that wasn’t good.

He knew his father had crashed and that’s why they had to go to the hospital.

But his family didn’t act like they normally did. Normally, his uncle would have already told him what happened, or his grandpa would have explained to him what was going on. They would put their hand on their body to show where the injury was.

He remembered Alex coming home after the Spanish Grand Prix in 2020. He had put his hand on his upper arm. He slowly touched it, adding some pressure to David’s arm and massaging the skin. He said “This is where your papa got hurt.”

David had nodded. After every surgery someone showed him movements and said “This is as far as Marc can lift his arm at the moment. Okay?” “Can you try to get him anything out of his reach?” Make sure he doesn’t add too much pressure on his arm, alright? That’s your super-secret mission! Make sure your papa doesn’t lift anything heave with his bad arm!”

It had always helped him to understand what was going on and how or why his papa or uncle got hurt.

It was a tradition, one of the ways the boy understood how things happened. But this time, they didn't do it. This time David knew nothing. He didn't know what happened. He didn't know how it happened and how it affected his father.

He knew he could ask. He had never been shunned for asking question. It would just been a few words, but he didn't dare to ask, though. He didn't need to ask.

All he knew was that he was sitting in a waiting room with a small family and for him that was enough.

They sat there and waited.

He looked around, watching them. He knew his family was nervous. There was this nagging feeling in his chest that whatever just happened was terrible. Really, really terrible. And based on how they acted, his feeling was right.

A part of his mind was already screaming. He wanted to see his papa, talk to him, hug him. He wanted to cuddle against him and make sure he was alright. But he didn’t even know where he was.

A part of him wanted to demand answers. He wanted to ask questions, as many and as long as it would need for his family to tell him what’s going on.

He hated the uncertainty. He hated being kept in the dark. He hated not knowing.

It made shivers cast down his spine. It felt like ants running down his back. It was a feeling he couldn’t shake but he wanted to get ride of it as soon as possible.  

But he knew that even if he got answers, nothing would change. The only difference that it would made, was that his family would have to phrase it.

They would have to rehear whatever they’ve been told. They would need to think about what happened and found a way to say it to David. The events would replay in their head like a broken carousel and David would make them talk about it.

No. He wouldn’t ask that of them. He knew it would only hurt them. So he didn't ask questions. He just sat there in the waiting room, patiently expecting whatever would happen next.

His eyes wandered. He was slowly starting to get bored, which was a weird feeling. He was waiting that somebody said something that could potentially change his life and while doing so, he was bored.

He looked at the pictures he didn't fully understand. They had optical illusions on them so he was trying to figure out how they worked. He looked at them from one perspective and then from the other.

It was the only way that he was distracted.

He refused to think about what might happened around him. And what it might mean. In his mind, his papa had another accident on his shoulder. Or a similar one. Maybe at his leg this time. He was sure that once the doctors talked with uncle Alex and his grandpa again, they could go see his papa.

Marc would hug Julia, then Alex and then make sure to have David right by his side. He’d kiss his head, pull him close and fight everyone that tried to take his son away from him again.

Maybe someone would tell David that his father struggled with moving his legs. David half expected that someone would tell him that his father wouldn’t be able to walk for some time.

So he refused to believe it would be anything different. He refused to even think about the possibility of what other terrible thing could have happen.

So he just looked at the pictures, living in his little world where nothing went wrong. But every time he didn't, his eyes would wander around.

And he saw his grandfather sitting next to him. His hand was on his own leg, slightly pressing his own knee. His hands were shaking. The youngest Marquez could see his fingers trembling. His hands were never shaking.  

He saw his Uncle Alex sitting there, his leg twitching. He wasn’t looking at him. Even when he did, it felt like he was seeing someone else.

Occasionally, Alex grabbed David’s hand. He didn't say anything, he just hold his hand. David didn't mind. He enjoyed it, actually.

The atmosphere was weird. He wanted to say something. Anything. He wanted to tell Alex that his Papa was strong, and he would be ok. He has always been ok. David couldn't remember a time when his papa wasn't OK.

So why should it be different now?

He sat there, his mouth half open, as if he was about to speak. He still felt his uncle clutching his hand.

He turned half to him. But he didn't say a word. He wanted to, but the words didn't left his mouth.

Looking at Alex, he felt helpless.

Alex knew best that his father would always get up. So why did he look like that? He didn't look like that when the thing with his shoulder happened. He looked frustrated and angry. But never sad. There had been a sadness lingering.

But it had never been like this.

He wasn't sure how much time he spent there. He watched the lighting change. He watched how the sun went down and replaced the natural lighting with the almost empty looking hospital lightning bolts.

He looked all around. He watched the people come in and leave, never really saying much, not really looking happy. They all had this lingering sadness. And some look almost as white in the face as his own family did.

At some point he had just jump off the chair he was sitting on. Slowly, he started to wonder. He expected to be grabbed by someone. Normally, he was never allowed to wander around on his own. Especially not in a place where nobody knew him and he wasn't familiar with the area.

But now he was allowed apparently. At least nobody stopped him. He left the room and started to look down the corridor hesitantly.  

“Should I get him back?” Alex asked, turning to his father.

Julia looked after the boy. He watched the 10 year old bite his lip. He turned his head from left to right. Looked and look back inside. The two make eye contact, as if David wanted to see if it was ok what he was doing.

His grandfather just nodded.

It was a small ok and David took it. There was a grin present on his face. “No.” The oldest Marques said. “He hasn't yet realised what's going on. Let him be happy.” “Dad, I don’t think-“ Alex started but was cut off quickly.

Julai looked at Alex, both knowing what the wait was really about. “He might just lost his father. I don't want to take the little joy away he has… I want him to wander the corridors not worrying if he’ll have to bury the one parent that still gives a fuck about him”

David was unaware about the conversation that was going on. He also didn’t notice the nurse watching him. Instead, he walked down the corridor. He looked around until he found a sign that pointed him to the direction he wanted to go.

Cafeteria. He grinned and started running. His adventure now had a destination.

He knew he still had 5€ in his back pockets. He spent a long time studying the things they had there. He even checked out the vending machines before to be sure he knew every option. Then he started his calculation.

At the end he bought a bag of chips, 2 chocolate bars and a pack of M&M. The small pack of M&M went into his pocket. They were his father's favourite snacks and he would save them and give them to him when he woke up after the operation.

He remembered his Uncle Luca telling him that operations were exhausting. That it was a lot of work and it hurt. So they need to recover afterwards. Recovery took time and energy. They would need to rest.

So he got his father's favourite snack to make sure he would recover as quickly and as best as possible. David smiled about his little plan as he made his way back.

He gave the other two chocolate bars to his uncle and his grandfather. He sat next to them as he ate his own chips.

He looked around, realising that he was in the exact same spot as he was before his little adventure. Nothing had changed and nothing would change. He wasn’t sure when it would.

He leaned against Alex. His head resting against his arm. He wanted to ask something. He wanted to talk to him. He wanted to have him talk to him. But he didn't said anything. He didn’t asked anything because he was too afraid of what the answer may be.

So he fell asleep. It was an empty, restless sleep. One he wouldn’t remember. It felt like there was no difference in whether he was awake or asleep anyway.

It was only a couple of hours later, deep into the middle of the night when he woke up again. He felt a hand under his head. Confused he blinked. “Is okay, sleep” he heard a familiar voice. Alex.

Alex caressed his head, softly, carefully.

But a part of him couldn’t stand seeing David right now. He knew it wasn’t the boys fault. But as he watched him lay on the chairs, slightly curled into himself, Alex’s sweater on top of him, all he saw was his own brother.

It was the way David looked while sleeping. His dark, short hair slightly curling, his mouth closed tightly.

All Alex saw was his older brother. Just smaller. More vulnerable. In need of protection. And he would make sure to give it to him, but he so desperately wanted that Marc could do it as well.

He looked at the sleeping David and all his mind could think, was that maybe – just maybe – this was the same how he would face his brother again. Marc’s eyes closed, his mouth unmoving but unable to react. Ever again.

So when he saw David, he feared he would lose his brother. He feared the sleeping boy, the spitting image of Marc, would be the only one waking up the next day. And he couldn’t stand those thoughts.

The thought that maybe David would be the last remaining, living connection to Marc – To think that David would grow up, asking for questions about Marc instead of telling them himself – it broke Alex. He could feel the sting in his heart. It hurt like hell.

But he had to find out if his fears were justified so he stood up, leaving David to sleep as he went to his fathers side to talk to the doctor.

David was watching it all. He still felt sleepy. He knew he could be lured back into the dreamless sleep he just left within a second of closing his eyes. But he didn’t. He couldn’t let that happen. So he made a point in pulling his eyes wide open. He stared through the room, focusing on Alex’s back. He couldn’t understand a word but he saw how Alex put his hand on his fathers arm. He squeezed it.

Maybe to give comfort – as a reminder that they were still here, that they were in this together. Maybe as a way to ask for comfort – just like Alex had done so many times as a kid when all that was needed to cheer Alex up, was a kiss and picking him up. And letting him chase Marc around the house or the other way around.

But now…

They talked some more before Alex turned around. His eyes were red. There were tears in his eyes. Tears streaming down his face that he tried to hide as he met David’s dark brown eyes, the eye he got from his father.

“What is going on?” The boy asked, his voice clearly portraying how tired he was. “Nothing.” Alex picked him up. He lifted him up and placed him right against his chest. He felt the boy secure his legs behind him – just like he had done as soon his legs were long enough – and his face pressed against his neck.

“Do we go see papa?” David moved his head, seemingly trying to get more comfortable in Alex hold. The older Spaniard immediately started to caress his back, hoping he could lure him back into sleep.

“We… not today. Your papa needs to rest. And you need some sleep too, but in a proper bed. We’ll go back to the hotel now”

David started to stir, he moved around, clearly unhappy about that. “No-“ he whispered, reaching into nothing. “I wanna… Papa. Wanna see my papa. Papa!” “Sssshhh- I know-“ “No! I don’t wanna go with you!”

Alex sighed. He didn’t notice the look from one of the nurses. He was too busy calming his nephew down. “I know, David but you can’t see him now. I’ll take care of you. Are you hungry? We can eat some-“ “Want! My! Papa!”

Alex had to bite his lips. HE felt tears in his eyes. HE could understand David very well. He too wanted to be by Marc’s side. But he knew Marc. He knew his brother. He knew what he would ask him to do.

Right now he wasn’t allowed to be Marc’s baby brother. He felt the fear, the sadness, the anger, the grieve lingering in his chest. He felt like he was about to burst, like he was on the brim of screaming.

All he wanted was to see his brother, the boy that had protected him for as long as he remembered, the boy that had been by his side from the moment he opened his eyes. He wanted to see him, sit by his side, hold his hand, talk to him.

But for once in his life that wasn’t his role. He was David’s uncle and he had to act accordingly.

Because he knew he couldn’t ask his father not to go to his son. He couldn’t ask that of his own father and he wouldn’t. But he couldn’t take David with him. He couldn’t let David see his papa. Not yet. And he knew, the boy was as stubborn as both his bio parents so there was no arguing. Alex had to act.

He hold him secure in his arms while getting them a cap. He felt how David got stiff and silent in his hold after realizing that no amount of pleading would change the plans. So he just let it happen.

“Tio Alex?” the boy asked. “Yeah, baby? What’s up?” “Every… Everything will be alright… won’t it?” “At the end, everything will be fine. And if things aren’t fine now, it’s not the end yet.”

He felt the boy nod before falling asleep again. He was cuddled against Alex on the backseat of a car while they rode back to the hotel.

Alex took a deep breath. He had to sort out his mind. And he knew that he would be the one taking care of David. Julia was understandable too caught up with Marc so the younger Marquez brother didn’t want to burden him further.

Alex had always knew this was an option. He had promised it to Marc years ago.

Alex remembered the first days after Marc bought David back home from the hospital. He had just been a few days old. HE looked more like a bundle of blankets with a sleeping face than an actual human.

Alex barely even comprehended that the thing he was holding was a real human being. But he was. He was his nephew, his brother’s child, half  his brother, half their childhood idol who was currently in the kitchen, making them something to eat while casually chatting with their parents, to give the brothers some privacy.

“He’s my life.” Marc had said with a smile while watching Alex hold David. “My sweet, sweet baby. I’d do anything for him. So… Alex… I… I need to ask you something”

There was a shift in the mood, evident that whatever followed would be serious. Alex looked up, his big eyes focusing on his brother. “Mmmh?”

“I… You know our job so… If anything happens to me-“ “It won’t.“ Alex insited, refusing to even think about the possibility that things could go wrong. Marc couldn’t hold it against him. HE did the same. He always thought, if he doesn’t accept the possibility that one day his baby brother could fall and get hurt, it wasn’t possible. So he refused it.

“I know but if – just if, theoretically, for my own peace of mind – if something happened… Promise me you’d take care of David. Or at least make sure he’s safe and loved and-“ The words felt heavy to say but as soon as he did, he had to finish. He didn’t want to burden his brother with all this, but he had to. He didn’t felt like this was something to ask his parents.

 “Marc, you will raise your own son” Alex insisted, the baby boy still clutched in his hold “and if – which it won’t – if something happens, I am sure there’s a whole bunch of Italians ready to look after him. Remember that your husband has literally a whole ranch of kids?”

Of course Marc knew that Vale would always be there for David. But there was this tiny voice in the back of his head that whispered that something could go wrong. He didn’t know what but he had to make sure his son was cared for either way.

“Alex… Please” he almost whispered. His voice soft. Begging. “Okay” the younger one had sighed. “If, in the very unrealistic and probably impossible case, something happens to you and Vale isn’t already all over your son, I will look after David.”

“He’s… He’s my baby. I can’t- I can’t go back on a bike if I don’t know he’s safe no matter what happens. I won’t. I’d rather quit.” “Fucking hell, no need to be that dramatic. Your son will be safe and sound and happy. I promise that I’d kidnap him from Italy myself if I have to. Happy now?” “Yeah”

Alex nodded more to himself. “Well at least now you’ll baby someone else-“ he muttered dunder his breath. “Oh hell no” Marc said laughing as he reached for Alex face and playfully squeezed it. “You’ll always be my first baby”

Alex swallowed heavily, his mind replaying the conversation. Alex hadn’t even been 18 yet when he had made that promised and suddenly the words of a 17 year old caught up with him.

He looked back at the boy. He was sleeping against him once more, trusting him completely, not yet aware of what the future might hold for him and how his life just shifted. He looked so calm.

Instinctively, Alex put an arm around him to pull him just a little bit closer.

He had promised he would raise him if needed when the boy hadn’t even been able to sit up alone. When he wasn’t much heavier than a cat. When he wasn’t even as tall as Alexs arm was long. When Alex wasn’t even an adult, when he still dreamed about winning a championship and fought hard to make his own name without his brother’s shadow looming over him.

And now that boy was 10 and suddenly Alex had to stand by the words his teenage-self had spoken.

[yanderecrazysie]

Mermay Day 12: Shark Tooth

Due to working on the game so much, I may end Mermay early- sorry about that but I was having writer's block.

Pairing: Yandere! Tendou Satori x F! Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, mershark Tendou

Note: These are all going to be short. Please don’t complain.

The shorelines of your town were barely touched. 

Maybe people on the island took the beach for granted, or maybe they only really felt like going to the beach in the summer. Either way, during the winter, the untouched sand and tide was a perfect place for beachcombing. 

Tourists would arrive come summertime, and you would be ready for them with handmade seashell necklaces and bracelets, freshly cleaned conch shells for hearing the ocean sounds, polished rocks, and little trinkets that the island visitors just couldn’t get enough of.

You picked a good time, while the tide was out, and quickly grabbed your little beach basket, hurrying down to the beach. Sure enough, you were here alone, not a person in sight. 

Just how you liked it.

Today, the sand held many treasures. You found in-tact sand dollars, pretty shells, small hermit crabs that you’d soon be painting the shell of, and… what was that?

You bent over and picked up the strange object. Immediately, you could tell that it was a rare find. A shark tooth- black at the top and pearly white at the bottom. The edge was serrated in a way you’d never seen before.

There was a possibility of turning this into a necklace with the shark tooth as the centerpiece but, for some reason, you felt like this was something special. Something you didn’t want to sell. You slipped it into your pocket and resumed beachcombing, putting the rest of your findings into the basket.

After a couple hours, you returned to your shop, placing the many seashells and other finds in a much larger basket and the hermit crabs in a little tank. You had found quite a few beauties, but it wasn’t nearly enough to satiate the crowds that flocked here in the summer.

The next day you returned. As soon as you began collecting shells, you felt a presence appear. You looked up and down the beach, but you saw no one. The feeling that someone was watching you was overwhelming.

“Yoohoo!”

You jumped about a foot in the air. You looked behind you, but saw no one. The call came again and you slowly turned your eyes to the sea.

A man with wild red hair and piercing red eyes stared at you from the ocean. A shark’s fin stuck out from his back and you could see a shadow of a tail moving back and forth.

“Hello, little thief!”  he called out, waving cheerily. 

You stared at him, jaw slightly ajar in shock. You rubbed your eyes, expecting him to disappear like a mirage. He didn’t.

“Found something yesterday, didn’t you?” he said in a sing-song voice, “Something big, pointy, mine.”

Your hand instinctively went to your pocket. The shark tooth… belonged to him?

“You saw me?” you asked softly.

He laughed loudly, “Of course I did! I was waiting for someone to pick it up. And you turned it over in your hands so sweetly, so romantic!”

“I- I didn’t realize it belonged to anyone,” you stuttered.

“That’s okay,” the man said, “You kept it. That means you wanted to keep a part of me. I'm flattered.”

“I can give it back,” you said shakily.

“Mersharks drop their teeth when they look for a mate and the first person to pick it up, no matter the species, becomes theirs. Becomes mine.” He grinned a sharp-toothed smile, “How romantic!”

[prettygurlzluvvjeyy]

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟏: 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒕

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: ʟꞮsᴀ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɪʀᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴡᴇ , ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇʏ.. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴏҒ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡᴏƦʟᴅs ᴍꞮx , sᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪsᴀ's ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪs ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏғ ᴡᴡᴇ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ. ᴛƦꞮᴘʟᴇ ʜ .

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒔𝒆 𝒙 𝑱𝒆𝒚 𝑼𝒔𝒐 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 ! ( 𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒐𝒘)

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 !

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ღ 𝑶𝒎𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 ღ

The chaotic pulse of Monday Night Raw Echoed through the hallways of  the Arena. Chants from the crowd had boomed through the backstage area,  blending with the buzz of producers, crew members, and superstars  weaving through the backstage maze, as the second hour of Raw brawled  on.

While in her private office for the night, right down the hall  from the gorilla position, Lisa levesque -- Chair Woman of the WWE and  the daughter of Head of Creative Paul Levesque a.k.a. Triple H --- sat  behind her desk, flipping through scripts and live updates. Her platinum  blonde hair had been swept over shoulder, styled in a half up and half  down ponytail, with curls that flowed down her back. Her heels had been  resting on the edge of the chair as she reviewed segment placements in tonight's show.

She was focused, professional, and composed.

That is up until there was a soft knock at her office door.

"Come in." she said barely glancing up from her desk.

The door slowly opened, and closed with a subtle click. It was argumentably one of WWE's most over stars in the company at the moment, whom has had major success and momentum behind him ever since starting his singles run , that being none other than Main Event Jey Uso.

Lisa looked up, startled. "Jey? what are you doing here?"

He didn't answer her right away. Instead he just gave her look with a playful grin that went far from being unnoticed.

"Why you seem so surprised that I'm here?" he asked with a devilish smirk.

"because I just am. you know you're not supposed to be in here." she said to him knowingly.

"and why not?" he asked with that same devilish smirk across his face.

"because I said so." Lisa said with her gaze burning through his.

Jey  didn't seem to have a care in the world for what she had been trying to  do, and she knew that he didn't, because he had done this many times  before, so this was nothing new for her nor him.

For months Lisa and Jey had been sneaking behind closed doors, and it wasn't any  easier knowing that there was a huge risk behind it all. From flirtatious acts to subtle touching, there came that after each late  night show such raw, he would end up into her hotel room, having the  most roughest sex imaginable. There was no relationship brewing between  the two, because it had just been sex, and nothing more. But over time Jey slowly started to find himself getting drawn into her. he didn't  know what it was about her, but one thing he knew for certain was that  it would practically be impossible for him to stay away from her, and  that was something she and him both knew deep down inside. Because to be  fair, it was hard for her to not even think about him, seeming he  consistently stayed on her mind, even while she was working.

But  she didn't know how much more sneaking around that her and Jey could do.  Lisa had a reputation to uphold, and seeming that her father was the  head of creative there was no telling what was bound to happen if he  ever found out about her and Jey sneaking around.

Its possible it could end the both of their career, and that was the last  thing she wanted right now. if anything she wanted things to be kept  cordial and smart between the two of them, but like jey, he didn't give  much of care, and that could potentially become a problem.

"Damn,  my bad." he said raising the both of his hands in the air in a  surrender-like position, with a knowing smirk on his face. "whats the  harm in a employee just coming to talk to his boss?"

Lisa rolled  her eyes. getting up from her desk, she goes around it to lean on its  edge, crossing her arms over her chest. "nothing. except I know that's  not what you're here for... so, what do you want Jey?"

Jey said  nothing. instead he gradually moved across the room, slow and  calculated, with his eyes never leaving hers. The second he approached  her, he reached out to her gently, and slid his arms around her waist,  pulling her close.

"You." he stated bodly.

Lisa tensed for a moment, then let out a soft sigh.

"Jey..."

His  grip didn't loosen from her. it had gotten tighter, and rather  possessive. His grip had been tender and steady. His eyes searched hers,  and then without meaning to, he squeezed her hips, and bit his lower  lip like he was trying to stop himself from saying too much.

"I missed you." he murmured.

Her heart fluttered.

"Jey.."  she warned a touch sharper. "we've talked about this. We're at work.  you can't keep coming into my workspace during the show whenever you  feel like it."

"and?" he teased, his voice low, his lips just inches away from hers.

"and- I'm not trying to get us caught- we're literally in the middle of raw-"

"raw's almost over tho." he remarked with a smirk.

Lisa  rolled her eyes. "whatever- still- you know just as well as I know that  there are cameras in this arena everywhere, and somebody could possibly  walk in on us--"

"okay? so let's just lock the doors" he said moving his hands down lower, with his hands now resting firmly on her ass.

"Jey--" she swatted at his chest.

"what?"

"I'm being serious." she said.

"I know, and I am too." he said.

"Jey if my dad finds out about us--"

Jey cut her off. "he ain't gone find out, so chill."

"how can you be so sure!?" she asks in a panic.

"girl, we been gettin away with this shit for months." he said.

"but that dosen't mean that at any moment he can't or won't find out-- he's  not just my dad Jey, he's the head of creative. You don't think he can  bury you in the mid card for the rest of your career? or worse?"

Jey chuckled. "how when I done been there already?"

Lisa  didn't like the fact that everything seemed to be all fun and games  with jey. in fact she became a tad bit irritated, because if her dad  ever did truly find out about them, it could be the both of their asses.

"why are you not taking this as serious as I am?" Lisa asked rather annoyed.

"I  am, and I hear you baby." he said low and affectionate. "but don't get  yourself so worked up about all this, everything will be just fine."

Lisa  wanted to believe what Jey was saying, but she couldn't. she knew who  her dad was and what she could do to both her and Jey, and she wasn't  willing to take that risk by any means necessary.

"well, I'm still going to remain percautious, and so should you." she said with a less panicked look, but with something softer.

"I will." he said licking his lips looking down at her, his eyes searching hers.

"you promise?" her lips pouted.

"I promise."

She wanted too so badly not to kiss him, but the way he had been looking at  her, she had to hold every restraint not to. but she couldn't help herself, as the tension between them had lingered long enough the second  he had entered the room.

Without another word she pulled him to  her, her lips crashing into his. the kiss was fierce, with a mx of  desperation and longing that had built up between them. she had tried  fighting, but truth be told, she couldn't get enough of him, even if she  tried.

Her hands slid up his neck, bodies drawn to each  other, speaking everything that didn't need to be said. The world  outside of that door seemed to have faded away, whereas the noises of  the Raw crowd and the expectations of WWE's corporate world slipping  into the background. In this moment there was only two of them.

But as quickly as it began, reality came crashing back in. She pulled away breatheless with her cheeks flustered.

"No Jey. Not like this.. Not.. here.."

Jey's eyes softened, his fingers digging in her waist, not wanting to let her go. "But, I want you." he admitted.

She felt her heart do a flip. "I know, but we can't do this like this."

"so this all I get?" he asks.

"no."  she said lingering at the clock on the wall, then looking back at Jey.  "tell you what. raw's almost over. meet me at the Fairmont. and be sure  to use the private elevator when you come. Room 1120. meet me there."

Jey nodded with a look of relief.  "A'ight."

"Now  get out of here before someone comes in." she smiles slightly, brushing  the thumb of her nail over his lip, lightly wiping her gloss off of his  lip.

"Yes ma'am." he said biting his lower lip, pulling away.

And  with that, he turned and left the office, leaving lisa alone with her  thoughts that had been swirling inside of her head. she knew that him  meeting her in secret like this at work was rather dangerous, but she  couldn't deny the pull she had, had towards him. Every part of her  wanted to let go of the weight around them. but no matter how much she  tried to, there was only one thing that held her back.

Her father.

And she couldn't forget that.

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Hey y’all ! just posted my first tumblr on here! this is a story I recently started so go easy on me y’all 😭.. I haven’t been in the writing game long, so in no way am I professional at this , but I try ! when I write I like to expand my imagination as yall can see , but anyways I hope yall enjoy ! and let me know y’all’s thoughts on this chapter ! Positive feedback is very much appreciated! negative ones get blocked !

p.s. if yall wanna check me out on wattpad its @celesteluvsjey! I have other stories there 🙋🏽‍♀️!

[gotwcird]

there really was something to the way jamie praised them. so unabashedly sincere and yet no less heated, made them all the more eager to keep giving. to keep tugging him in closer. wanted to give themself entirely to him to show their mutual feelings. once they felt his hand snugly fit back onto their throat, felt that intoxicating way they were aware of every breath they took, ripley hands roamed over him too as they listened to him. grasped at his solid hipbones, down to the small of his back, and then tentatively rounding over the curve of his ass. the latter helping sate that burning curiosity they had, having always found themself staring at his butt. felt the roughness in his voice make them twitch with need. "you thought about me that much?" still needed to swallow the enormity of his need for them. to understand that it had maybe always been mutual. they shook their head when he said he didn't have to wonder anymore. "you can play out all your fantasies on me, promise. i know– i know i'd like them. because it's you."

and then jamie was asking them right back, making them shiver from his whisper. felt every touch swirl heat into them at a concerning pace, as if he hadn't just had them on the bed before this. there were so many fantasies they had of him, admittedly. months of yearning created the space for them to conjure up every single possibility. so they focused on the repeats. on what they'd come back to over and over when they thought of jamie joining them under the spray of the shower, still wrapping their head around the fact he was actually there with them now. "i– i thought of you fucking me. pressing my face to the tile, holding my arms behind my back." ripley nuzzled into him, into how he hovered over their jaw. "you'd use me even if i came, even if i begged to stop. i'd be fingering myself the whole time, trying not to moan so loud." didn't know if they were successful at all, especially when they got a little carried away. wondered if jamie ever heard them.

"i also imagined you on your knees, sucking me off. you'd have a finger or two–" or three. "–in my ass, to prep me." let their fingers dance up and down his back, over his ass again, still hesitant to squeeze. "i'd just finger my hole for that one. wouldn't touch any other part of myself. make myself so needy i'd need to run to my room and get out a toy to sate it." ripley looked at him eagerly, eyes shining with greed, licking their lips.

Jamie's breath stuttered when Ripley guided his hand to their chest, his palm splaying wide, fingers pressing against warm skin and scars. He watched the way they arched into his touch, unapologetic and open, and something deep and primal flickered in his gaze. "Fuck," he whispered, eyes tracing every line and curve. His thumb brushed along their skin slowly, savoring the feel of their heartbeat thudding beneath his hand. "You're so damn gorgeous, you know that?" Their question nearly knocked the breath out of him, the way they bit their lip and looked up at him with those heavy-lidded eyes. Jamie's fingers flexed against their skin, grip tightening just slightly when they moved his hand to their throat. "Yeah," he admitted quietly, his voice coming out rough. "Thought about you here. Thought about you a lot, actually. Didn't matter what I was doing... My mind just kept drifting back to you." His hand curled gently around their throat, holding them steady, thumb stroking along the side of their neck. "The things I'd do if I ever got my hands on you. Guess I don't have to wonder anymore, huh?" He leaned in, voice dropping to a husky whisper against their ear. "Tell me what you thought about," he urged, his other hand sliding down their side, gripping the curve of their hip. "Tell me what you did... While you were thinkin' of me." His lips brushed just beneath their jaw, lingering there as he waited, breath warm against their skin. "I wanna know every single thought that went through your pretty head."

[vixendoesstuff]

Kept having thoughts about my AU, and something got me thinking-

So I decided to take another aspect from IDW for my AU, that being Rung, resident therapist everyone seems to forget. And also his whole shtick of being Primus in mortal form. But that's another problem I'm not gonna delve too deep in.

Since things in Aligned are not the same as in IDW (as far as I'm concerned, the only deities the majority reveres in Aligned is Primus and the Thirteen, no Guiding Hands, no Spectralism and whatnot), I gotta change things up.

So I decided to do a little something with Rung.

Y'know how Unicron had his little avatar in the show? The one he uses to talk to Optimus?

This thing?

Yeah, what if Rung is what this is to Primus?

When he commanded to Optimus for his forces to go off planet so he could heal from his Dark Energon infection (thanks, Megatron), he could feel himself slipping into a coma, of sorts. As a last resort, maybe wanting himself an anchor to the mortal world, Primus created an avatar for himself, built in his image.

That avatar being Rung.

He would use this new body to explore the world that has expanded and evolve in his absence. Noting down everything the galaxy has to offer, in spite of the ongoing Great War his subjects has undergo in his slumber.

He kept his true nature a secret, of course. He wouldn't want his subjects--nay, his children, to be frightened or declare him mad. That simply wouldn't do. He's simply here to observe, and perhaps help those who need it. He also tries to keep his presence on the down low as much as possible. Too much attention can spell disaster in the future.

Of course, both sides can never truly be in the dark for long about his presence. Words are bound to spread.

The whisper tells of a Cybertronian, dressed in a frame of golden copper with no battle armour, and yet bears no blemishes or dents or scratches in their frame, spotless to an unnatural degree. Some even say this mech possesses no visible kibble, suggesting a lack of an altmode.

They tell of a voice spoken softly, echoing with an almost other worldly aspect to it, almost hypnotic, able to calm the most hardened and scarred of Sparks.

They describe small and delicate servos, who's touch is gentle, oh-so gentle and caring, caressing battle hardened frames with a tenderness so foreign, yet leaves you craving more.

They say they bear optics, cobalt blue, that glows ethereally, alike that of a Cybertronian's spark. Underneath inconspicuous glass specs, are optics that would gaze at you with so much love and kindness, so full of pure honesty, not a speck of hatred or pain in sight. One can't help the feeling of affection and devotion coursing through them when they gaze into the eternal abyss of light.

Many had tried to search for this elusive mech, either searching for the same comforts given in the stories, or for more nefarious purposes; many failed. For this mech will simply appear on a whim, to be found when they want to be found. No matter what scanners you have, it being the most cutting edge technology in the entire universe, you'd have better luck finding Unicron themselves than this mysterious Cybertronian.

The lucky few who had managed to initiate contact, often get little results in their questioning. Their words are always spoken vaguely, like a seer of the mystical arts, never giving anything of importance away. Like they're humoring you, almost.

When all is said and done, they say the mech slips into a mist, and the next you blink, all tells of their presence is gone. Like they were never there to begin with.

Many names have been spoken to refer this mech. One example being "Celestial Architect". Another describes them as "The Mechanica Divine". "The Blessed One", "Guiding Hand", "Life Giver", and so much more. And yet, despite these titles, everyone can agree to one thing:

No one truly knows the true designation of this Cybertronian.

Whatever it is, it wouldn't be something so simple, not with their remarkable reputation across the galaxy. Imagine if it's something so unassuming, like "Rung"; that's just ridiculous.

.

.

.

Right?

(Somewhere in the vast distance of space, Rung sneezes.

"Is something the matter, my Lord?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, it is nothing of concern, Megatronus.")

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

Tell us a bit about your HCs AbbyXHoagie and KukiXWally!!!! Pleaseeeeee🩷

YES SOME CUDDLY SHEET!

Headcanons for Teen AU only:

AbbyxHoagie

❤️ No one at school believes they're together. But to be honest, they don't care what others think;

🩷 Hoagie suffered a lot when Abby was Soopreme Leader, because they could barely see each other. Maybe that's what led him to trust someone he shouldn't have;

💜 Nowadays, Abby makes sure Hoagie knows how much he's loved and gives him little candy gifts from her secret stash;

💙 Hoagie is not one for gifts, so he avoids bad jokes when she's over and uses the best he can think of. He loves it when she laughs;

🩵 They don't usually do dates; Hoagie likes to go to Abby's place to chill, and sometimes Abby goes to Hoagie's to help him clean around;

💚 Abby's parents LOVE Hoagie, and always ask when he's coming over. Betty loves Abby as well, and would want her over every day. Tommy fakes not caring, but he likes it when Abby's around. Hoagie's grandma is strangely calm when the girl is over;

💛 Even if they've been dating for years, they don't talk about weddings or such. Abby does that with Nigel, and it freaks Hoagie out because he realises how many things you gotta think about for a simple "yes". Not on the agenda for now;

🧡 They don't show affection too much when they're out. You might mistake them for simple friends. Yet, sometimes you can see Hoagie casually going around with some red lipstick on his cheek~;

🤎 Not allowed on missions together because Hoagie might get a bit too clingy;

🖤 They only argue about little things and in a joking way; Abby might get mad, and Hoagie tries to justify himself, but it's never with ill intent. They never had a bad fallout so far;

🩶 Abby doesn't like anime, but she will watch a whole series if Hoagie tells her it's good. Hoagie specifically picks the shows he 100% knows Abby will like, so they can watch together;

🤍 Honestly? Couple goals.

****

WallyxKuki

❤️ A up-and-down kind of relationship, that seems pretty stable now. They just needed to grow up and mature;

🩷 It's typical for Wally to avoid cutsey talk around people, but then he will drink a bit too much and go on a rant on how he loves Kuki and how she's perfect and how he's lucky and misses her;

💜 Kuki will ALWAYS talk about Wally being the perfect boyfriend, and if someone disagrees... they better r u n;

💙 They're both pretty jealous, but Kuki is a bit more than Wally;

🩵 Wally asks every week if Kuki could dress Goth, as it's a style he adores. Kuki replies she will do it when Wally dresses like her. This discussion never goes anywhere;

💚 The Beetles adore Kuki, Wally tries to have her over often because that's when the family seems more unite;

💛 On the other hand, the Sanbans (but mostly Kani) hates Wally with a burning passion because "he's a punk up to no good";

🧡 Wally is not allowed over at Kuki's, but he will push all boundaries possible to annoy Kani;

🤎 They sometimes talk about having a family together. Wally won't admit it to anyone, but he likes the idea of a life with Kuki with a family of their own;

🖤 Wally makes sure to remember Kuki she is beautiful and that he loves her a lot. He knows about her eating problems and it makes him feel horrible that he can't do much about it;

🩶 At the same time, Kuki knows Wally is keeping all his problems inside and they're eating him alive, and tries to listen to him and be present as much as possible;

🤍 No touching!!!

[stardustedseas]

okay a couple more wintersentry things because i had more ideas but they didnt fit the vibe of my first post so

bucky showing bob one his favorite restaurant in town that has food to make your eyes roll back but never seems to be super busy or overwhelming. it has an old timey charm, ran by a couple almost as old as bucky himself with decore and vibes to match, it feels like a place suspended in time in the best way possible. okay maybe they dont officially call it a date but with the soft lighting, yummy food and livley but easy conversation all in a little bubble of their own, it sure seems like a date to anyone looking in.

ouuughhhh them both being so touch starved but unused to a soft hand, they easily slip into a routine of lounging around together in silence, just taking in the comfort of another human being. with bucky reading a book with his arm slung over bobs shoulders as he rests agaisnt buckys side and playing a random game, (inspired by this art which i love sm) it quickly becomes both of their fave way to decompress.

STOOOOOP imagine bucky taking bob out for a joy ride around the city on his motorcycle and giving bob his coat (the dream) because 'its chilly and yelena would have my head if you caught a cold',,,,, no other reason,,,,def not because bucky thinks he looks so handsome with wind swept hair, biggest grin and all bundled up in his leather jacket. ougggh or bob showing bucky some of his comfort games (idk how canon this is but i love how everyone seems to agree he enjoys games and would love sdv and animal crossing), even if bucky doesnt fully understand the apeal, he does enjoy watching how excited bob gets to explain the little virtual world he created. its kinda comforting in the way that its so mundane and inconsequential in comparison to their regular one wrong move and youre dead day to day.

bob thinking buckys metal arm is so cool and loving to just look at and touch it. maybe it even helps ground him by tracing along the golden lines, feeling the smooth texture, and focusing on the cold of the vibranium against his sweaty palms instead of the dark thoughts trying to take over. bucky feeling a little better about himself with that, knowing his arm isnt just a tool to harm but can be of help in more ways than lifting something heavy. even though hes killed and hurt many many people, the fact it brings comfort to bob is,,,, nice <3

sobssss them learning to take better care of themselves together, eating food not just because its a necessity but just because it tastes good, using better soaps on their hair to keep it from getting too tangled or greasy as fast, doing simple activities that dont realy have an end goal besides being fun, trying to get a sleep schedule that isnt pure ass, hanging out with people instead of brooding in loneliness.

bucky lowk highk feels bad because bob is so much younger than him with a lot less life experience, still coming into his own, but the connection they have is undeniable.

[grimpath]

Mel x prophet!You

— you are one of those who spread the prophecy and one of those who wrote it in the first place. you are not a fanatical loudmouth but rather a grey cardinal. you operate in the shadows, far from prying eyes. now, anyone knows your words without knowing who they came from.

— but when you encounter the core of your own prediction, you go numb. you dared to think that you were ready to face the one who will bring an end to you and everyone around you. but you were not at all.

— as soon as she finds out who you are, she becomes extremely clingy and nosy, often trying to peek into your writings. but you just cannot let her know. she will not like what is written. it mainly refers to the prophecy and Mel herself.

— you cannot let her know because you cannot predict the exact future of anything or anyone. you see concepts, and there are too many of them. it's overwhelming. but some of them feel more certain than others. however, most of them are difficult to interpret even abstractly. you mostly get their meanings after the fact.

— Ken doesn't really like you, and it's mutual. you don't have warm feelings for him even though you're touched by his meticulous care for his so-called daughter. because he blames you vigorously for not keeping the prophecy a secret.

— once the shock wore off and your mind unclouded, realization hit you hard: no one is safe from it. from the forever end. your demise is coming too, there will be no exceptions. and it's coming too soon, already manifesting right before your eyes. it sent a bolt of dread through your dead body.

— it wasn't any better when you also realized you aren't just a blind follower. you didn't really need to follow her around. it is your own will, the will of your silent heart.

— your role is more than just being an observer. you're protecting her life, too, willingly standing up for her at any dangerous situation. you're more than ready to lay down your so long eternal existence for her. and that's when you found out something new, something disturbing about your own self. something you thought you weren't able to feel anymore.

— long story short, that weird, alien feeling turned out mutual. while others are scared of her, you fall in love with her. with her yet sincere smile. her bright emotions. her aliveness. and how open she is to the dark, rotten world. to the world that is sentenced to fall at her hands.

— after a while, you took on the role of a scribe and decided to record the truth. to capture the story that actually happened out of all the possible ones you saw in myriads of futures.

— you hold her warm body in tender embrace as she sleeps, every single night. you feel her heart beating, and you can feel your own silent heart echoing back painfully.

— you shouldn't have taken this path. you always see hundreds of thousands of options. but now you see the only path, the one that is the most definite of them all. the path that doesn't branch at all and leads exactly where she needs it to, but condemns everyone else to a truly eternal end.

[supermarine-silvally]

🌠 + Yara!! -🍂

🌠 Who was your OC’s first friend? Do they remember them or are they still friends now? Talk about some of the people your OC has lost contact with over the years. Do they have any regrets about losing these people and would they revist them if they could?

Jumbo OC Ask Game

Yara didn't really have any friends growing up lol she would sometimes play with the other orphaned girls at the convent but she didn't end up becoming super close with any of them. They just found her kinda weird and off-putting so she ended up getting excluded most of the time. The person she was closest to at the convent was Sister Martha, the librarian, who was always kind to her and showed her new books she thought would pique her interest.

The first person who ever called Yara a "friend" was Thatch. She was so surprised by it and a little bit confused as to why he would want to be friends with her (he's like twice her age and a fearsome Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, after all), but he just smiled and said that now that they're on the same ship, they should be friends.

She lost contact with pretty much everyone at the convent. That was mostly Cipher Pol's fault, though. Yara can't exactly return. She's a wanted criminal now. It'll put everyone in danger. (In the montage of random civilians before Ace's execution in episode 459 or 460, there's a nun praying on a seaside cliff in the Grand Line and I headcanon that she's one of the girls Yara grew up with).