#and it’s really annoying when sometimes you’re yellow and you hate yellow

[candidcondor]

Broken like a record where the needle skips the sheet-

Constant humming in my head- the question I repeat

I shake and knaw my teeth, toss the thought and turn away-

Is it really sensible to feel both the night and day?

Prehistoric rhetoric screams of two types and no more-

While science says there’s more than that still, a wholly unopened door.

I shouldn’t feel such shame to wonder how real my findings are

But I’d rather hate to show the world a truth I find subpar

Never once yet have I felt like “Man” or “Woman” fit.

“Kid” was cool when I was young but now it doesn’t hit.

Am I male or am I not? I haven’t yet to choose.

There’s more to me I cannot grasp, a fish I always lose.

Some days I’ll feel girlier and twirl around a dress

But other times if worn a skirt I’d break down in a mess.

Im inbetween the two extremes but never in one place

The genders where I find myself are far vaster than their space

I understand it’s a-okay to never pick a side,

But imperfect and destructive, I’d rather hurt than bear to show the girly parts I hide.

Does it make me a bitter man to lock that piece of myself away?

I suppose it can’t hurt that much more than being a girl every day.

[donutz]

sebastian with a reader who gives him a ton of resources and asks if they can buy a kiss from him O-O

Buying a kiss from Sebastian

You aren't that delusional right?

— A big ol smooch. Mwah. Delicious fishy skin oh so yummy.

Warning: Shy reader, but not the stereotypical 'Y/N'; Stutters, I'm sorry I'll try to make it realistic; THIS IS NOT A BIG DADDY AND SHY Y/N TROPE.; Sorry I just wanted to warn you; I don't use Y/N anyways, I use Reader as if there's a difference😎; There's no kiss on the lips☹️; Buttt there's a teasing Sebastian; 'Bad' words; Non-human reader, they just have the ear fins; They have green-like skin with four yellow eyes! Two fakes ones underneath their original ones; They also can disguise as a human

After dying over and over again, you became acquainted with Sebastian. You saw him in the shop and even saw him when you were dead. You’re not sure on how the dying thing works but…

It doesn’t really matter as long as you get to see Sebastian.

You’ve gained feelings for him, even though he isn’t very.. Human. His little insults can be annoying but I guess it’s um. Reasonable? Yeah that’s something you don’t enjoy all that much.

But his voice and his tone is something that you like. You may have a strange taste but who doesn’t like a 10 ft tall man that has aquatic features?

… Probably every other normal person…

But some mermen can be attractive! You feel like a little kid crushing on cartoons.

Sebastian seems very closed off and distant from humans. Maybe because humans are the reason he’s this way?

That’s understandable.

I don’t think I would like humans at all if I looked like that either. It’s not like he’s ugly it’s just… It seems like he was human before being that way.

Anyways

Maybe since he doesn’t seem okay with other forms of affection— You could get him a gift! It’s unexpected, can be taken as platonic, and a way to get closer to somebody! Perfect!

Though what should you get him?

Hmm…

You don’t know any of his likes, favorites, nothing really.

Oh!

But he has a shop!

You could uhh. Give him some items for his shop!

And then…

Ask for a kiss!

… Is that too forward? Well he might like you back!

He might… Like you back..

He doesn’t really give many hints on his feelings towards love. Especially towards you, minus the lessened amounts of insults he throws at you.

Oh that could be a hint! He stutters sometimes too! But he did that before he truly knew you… 

Ugh, too many ellipses.

Oh sorry I didn’t mean to break the 4th wall.

Agh hem.

As the loop starts again, you decided that the gift could be items. Items to give so he can hold it for his shop. Then a smooch!

A smooch?

Yeah a kiss. Totally. He’ll definitely give you a kiss with those… Rubber… Lips…

Okay maybe a kiss on the hand can suffice.

Exiting the submarine you prepare to give Sebastian a ton of items in return for a kiss!

Are you really that delusional?

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.

.

Yes!

You end up finding flash beacons, flashlights, medkits— Actually maybe you should keep that one.

Y’know, just incase a good pers—

… Mmm…

People?

Just in case good people pops up.

Hate that thing.

Oh wow a lantern.

When it comes to the monsters and just being in this place in general, it’s like your whole personality switches. 

When it comes to Sebastian you’ll be all shy. But when it comes to just Urbanshade, its creatures, and Hadal Blacksite… You’re more mad and irritated.

Sometimes you even say bad words at the creatures.

Oooo.

Saying bad words even though you’re a grown adult.

How, “NO YOU CAN’T SAY THAT”!!

Y’know? 

When people infantilize shy characters?

Y’know?

☹️

You get pretty close to door fifty, having many helpful sources to give to that— man…

You hear an expected voice..(Oh how spooky)

“Hey. Come here”.

You look at an invisible camera pulling off that— Roblox man face or something- I don’t– I don’t know.

Speed walking over there in excitement, you hold a smile on your face. Your beautiful smile lines showing.

Damn, you really like him huh?

You crawl through the vents waiting with anticipation. Possible praise? Or even a smile?

You can’t wait.

Reaching the end of the vent, you immediately look up, bumping your head. It’s a good thing you have that head gear. You might’ve gotten a traumatic brain injury and five dollars.

… What.

A- Anways, you rub your head looking down.

“Oh damn. Well based on that head bump I already know who it is. Hello my favorite prisoner”.

“Hey Sebastian, yeah you’re so funny. Making fun of my h- head bump. Die”.

“Hey buddy I was justt messing arounddd”.

“M-hm- Mhm.” You let out pained noises. Getting out from the vent, you stretch out your limbs. Hearing a few pops

“Eww… Yuck, I hate those sounds.” Sebastian commented.

“Yeah they’re kinda weird about humans”.

“They suree areee”…

After a few seconds of silence, Sebastian speaks up.

“Soo, you gonna buy anything”?

“W- Well maybe, I– shiver, I actually have some gi- gifts for you.” Clearing your throat you physically cringe at the stuttering. It makes you seem.. I don’t know.. Fanfic material or something.

“Gifts”?

“Yea! Gifts.. T- To show you my um… G- Gratitude for- sigh, for giving me those items”.

He chuckled, “It’s not like I give you them for free or anything”.

“Yeah but sometimes you give me discounts”.

“Oh yeah huh”?

“So I— I wanted to give these to you, S- Sebastian”..

“You’re very stuttery today aren’t you”?

You look up at him while getting the things out of your bag.

You let out a shivery laugh, “Y- Yeah, I’ve never really um.. Given someone gifts before a- and it’s.. Spooky– down here”.

Sebastian could tell that was an excuse.

I know that was an excuse, it’s obvious you’re this way because of your little crush or something.

You hand Sebastian the items, his two claws engulfing yours. You wish these stupidly thick gloves were off your hands so you could actually feel his claws.

“And shaky”.

“Oh! Um”..

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks with concern. Putting away the items, he’s not sure why he even asked.

“Yeah I’m okay! It’s just um. Th- Those aren’t f- free.” Even with the small amount of built confidence, you were still very nervous.

“Oh of course they’re not. What is it? Do I have to give you some data or something? If you’re asking for cash then–”

“N- No”!

He’s surprised by the sudden and yippy-like voice.

“I uh, I don’t want data or cash”.

“... So, what do you want”?

“A. A uhm. Uh”.

“C’mon spit it out already”!

“A kiss!! Yeah a small kiss or something”..

.

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.

Oh yes I love awkward moments, what about you?

“A kiss?” Sebastian repeats.

You nod, not even being able to speak right now. You’re looking at the ground with hands together and thumbs rubbing against the hard leather. If you weren’t sweating you definitely would be now.

“Y’know it would’ve made more sense if you said that before giving me the items”?

“Sebastian I’m serious”!

“Okay okay, yes you can have your kiss”.

You look up quickly, a quiet crack in your neck from turning it so fast.

You may think that you’re blushy and flustered one right now. Well that’s correct, if you can even blush.

Buttt you’re not the only one with a rapidly beating heart.

Sebastian’s trying to hide it, to not seem all vulnerable in front of somebody. Not just a human. Showing that you’re vulnerable is a sign of, I guess.. Weakness.

“But how can you even kiss me with that diving helmet”?

Oh yeah you forgot about that.

“O- Oh, yeah uhm- let me take care of that”.

That sentence peaks his interest, if you were to take that off then he’s sure your head would pop.

“W- Wait I was just joking—!” He reaches out to you to stop you, putting his right claw over your head gear.

Even though you’d be just fine with the pressure, you were shocked he even stopped you.

“Oh uhm. Sebastian. I’m not fully human, I can handle the pressure with or without the gear”.

Whattt??

His face scrunches with confusion and shock, stunned. 

You take off the head gear, but don’t worry, you’ve managed to disable that explosion thing. Just temporarily, they haven’t noticed yet.

You hold your gear in your hand, looking up at Sebastian.

You smile, showing off your yellowish, blueish teeth. Your ear fins sway slightly, up and down.

“Yeah I’m not really uhh, human. Fully anyways.” You set your gear on the ground—

“A- And I’ve taken care of that blowing up device. S- So don’t worry”.

God he reallyyy hopes that nobody walks in right now.

“Th- They can’t hear me either so, I’ll be fine temporarily. I’ll soon have to turn it all back on so they don’t suspect anything”.

Wow.

He thought you were kinda dumb to add onto your shy personality.

Damn.

That’s um.

Surprising.

You can feel his stare on you. It’s not very uhh, it’s not a good feeling.

You look back up at him, putting a hand over your forehead as if it were a visor.

“Do I not look good or-”

“N- No! That’s not why I’m staring. It’s just.. Surprising. I couldn’t really get any hints on how you weren’t a human”.

“Ah, well that was on purpose actually. I- I’m not sure if you really do scents but– I gave myself a more human scent and covered up the dark green skin with a more human one”.

Woww, yes you’re sooo smart.

He keeps on staring at you.

“Anyways, what about that uhm.. That kiss..?” You mentally cheer at the least amount of stutters in the much bolder question.

“O- Oh yes”!

Oo! A stutter!

“Well I doubt you would kiss me on the lips”.

“O- Oh I don’t m- mind— Ughh, I don’t mind kissing you anywhere really. Just a kiss itself is fine”!

“Oh really?” He teased.

“Y- Yes.” You whisper.

“Well, how about a kiss to the palm, yeah? Not too forward and nearly just the right amount of romance”.

“Yeah that’s fine”!!

Your somewhat wobbly legs move over to Sebastian. He slightly moves his right claw to your face, casting a shadow over your head because of how big it is.

You grab both sides of his hand and lean over to his palm, giving it a quick—

Smooch!

To the palm. Even after the kiss you still stay there for a few seconds, before backing away with your hands behind your back.

You hurriedly put your head gear back on before quickly stuttering out—

“T- Thank you f- for the k- kiss! I enjoy- gulp, enjoyed it”!

Rushing out of the shop, you let out a huge breath.

As if this was some show, the camera would pan to Sebastian’s scrunched up face, his lip(?) quivering. He’s happy that he’s cold blooded, or else he’d be blushing very, very hard right now.

He holds up that same palm, and puts it to his lips(??).

Letting out a shaky breath.

Guys guess how much words..

1773!!! I'm so good at um. Long fanfics yeah😛😛

[breebirds]

OKAY I have more Gotham Knights opinions. So like first, I played exclusively as Red Hood cause my plan is to play as each character all the way through and then go back and play it a 5th time were I interchange

Also I played on PS so it might be different to when you play on PC but here are my thoughts

1. The controls? Whack. There’s no actual jump button, you hold X when you’re near a ledge to climb or vault but there’s no actual designated jump button

(I learned the hard way if you run and hit crouch you slide… I had to restart a mission cause I slid in when I was supposed to not get caught and immediately got caught…)

2. The first Mr Freeze boss fight is stupid and I hate it. I never finished the Mr Freeze story because I just could not get past that stupid fucking boss fight. His health is too high, he has too many fucking lazer types, there’s no cover after round one, it’s dumb, I hate it, fuck whoever designed it I hope you pillow is always warm and your bananas are always rotten!

3. A lot of the time you have to stay undetected but it’s hard if you don’t know what you’re doing. So like, when you first have to break into GCPD, you just have to fucking book it while crouching for the door otherwise you will get caught. Didn’t know that the first time, hid for ages and got caught. It’s also really hard to tell if you run a certain way, if you’ll be seen or not. Inside the GCPD bull pen, I alerted all the guards to yellow cause I tried to run for the fence and vault but again, vaulting in this game SUCKS

The combat is like… fine I guess? I’m dyspraxic as fuck so I’ve always struggled with like button mashing and shit like that but sometimes you’re fighting someone and it’s like, impossible. The bog standard talons were harder to fight than the upgraded with knives or the big brute dudes cause you cannot hit them you have to shoot and it’s awkward trying to get the angle to line up, especially if there’s like 4 of them.

Also the final fight with Talia, right at the end she dodges waaay too much and you cannot hit her, it’s so annoying.

It was a good game, I enjoyed myself, I will be replaying it at least four times (currently started my Nightwing play through) but also… there’s issues that really should have been considered. I had to google how to do levels and seen others complaining so it’s not just a me thing but yeah… also, I love Jason’s build in the game but he looks a little old (he genuinely looks older than Bruce in some scenes) and man needs hair. Just give my boy a mop of black with white hair PLEASE

[guqin-and-flute]

WIP...Thriday (aka proof I'm not dead and still writing)

An And A-Fu Makes 4 Chpt. 7 exerpt in which A-Fu and Wangji are equally bemused by each other

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It turned out that his uncle was actually pretty funny. Not totally, like, ‘haha’ funny, but ‘different from what A-Fu was used to’ funny.  A-Fu had always thought that his face was blank most of the time, but he found out that wasn't true--he smiled and frowned and looked worried and annoyed just like everyone else. His expressions were just super tiny compared to other people, so you had to study his face as hard as school, but A-Fu was getting the hang of it. If he didn’t get something, A-Yuan could usually interperate for him pretty good, ‘cause he was an expert Hanguang-jun interperatator. He knew what all the different tones of ‘A-Yuan’ meant when apparently it was supposed to be a whole sentence that meant ‘time for bed' or ‘too loud’ or ‘not that way’ or ‘did you finish your homework?’ or ‘do you want to play guqin with me?’

Uncle Wangji sorta reminded A-Fu of Gray-Father and how sometimes he looked so serious and scary to other people, but you just had to know what they meant to say on the inside. Except unlike Gray-Father, Uncle Wangji had never laughed in front of A-Fu; but when he and A-Yuan did something silly together, he sometimes had a little bit of Laughing Eyes, just like Blue-Father did. Maybe A-Fu was a gray, blue, and yellow father interperatator? Maybe after staying at the Jingshi, he could become an Uncle Wangji one, too! 

Sometimes his uncle was ‘haha’ funny, usually by accident and usually because he didn’t really get A-Fu--a lot of the things he did seemed to confuse him; like how he liked mud and salamanders and toads, and how he hated wearing socks to bed, and how he got an idea to do things but then didn’t really think about how it might end up and then he fell over or broke something, sometimes. Then, Uncle Wangji would get a little wrinkle, right in between his eyebrows, like he was trying to figure out a hard math problem and his mouth would get all small and he would blink reaaaal slow. Sometimes, he even looked over at A-Yuan like he needed his help as an A-Fu Interpretator--which he kinda was, since he was A-Fu’s bestest friend in the whole entire world and knew him better than anyone.  

Uncle Wangji definitely didn’t get Sneaking-and-Snooping, and when A-Fu actually really did surprise him a couple times, his uncle said all serious that he knew A-Fu was there, he just didn’t expect him to jump out and yell at him and A-Fu said uh-huh sure he did, suuure, and Uncle Wangji would just coolly say ‘good’ that A-Fu was sure--but he would say it like he knew that A-Fu was being sarcasms and was agreeing just to make him annoyed, which it did ‘cause that’s not how sarcasms worked, Uncle Wangji! And his uncle would say, without any hint of a smile, that he would try to remember that, which A-Fu figured was sort of like a joke and it made him laugh. 

One day, when A-Fu got in trouble with his teacher because he had colored his whole tongue black with his paintbrush during class just because, he had been really anxious about when his uncle came to pick them up from school. After talking to the teacher for a bit at the desk, he came over and stood all tall in front of A-Fu. When he looked all the way up at him, he  saw that scrunchy-confused wrinkle on his face but all he said was, “...Why?”

“Uh. I dunno.”

“....” Uncle Wangji said things with his silences best of anyone A-Fu knew, and this silence was like a whole bunch of question marks, like A-Fu was some sort of mystery. When he looked over at A-Yuan, who was waiting patiently by the door with his stuff all packed up, A-Yuan just shook his head and shrugged. 

 Uncle Wangji just looked back at him for another second, then just turned and walked right out the door, hand behind his back, not even waiting.

A-Fu assumed that that meant something like ‘let’s go home, you’re not in trouble, but what the heck’, so he just happily trotted out after him into the sunshine with A-Yuan next to him. He must have been getting better at understanding his uncle’s silences, because all that happened when they got back to the Jingshi was that he was handed a cool, damp cloth from the fancy wash basin in the corner and told, “Do not eat paint.”

He tried to explain around sticking out his tongue and scrubbing, “I wa’n’t ea’ing i’, I wath theeing if I coul’ color i’ all in,” but Uncle Wangji didn’t say anything else about it and just sat down at his table play his guqin.

[haesunflower]

pink peonies | kim gyuvin

genre: angst, sad, no happy ending for gyuvin

pairing: reader x gyuvin x (third party in maknae line)

about/tags: gyuvin centric, he's in love with reader, reader loves someone else (1.1k + words)

unrequited love, love triangle, gunwook ricky and yujin are here, childhood friends, i won't spoil who the third person is but he's in maknae line :D

Gyuvin thinks you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen. Even with unbrushed hair and the annoying sounds you make from chewing your sandwich really loudly in front of him, he finds himself enamored by you. 

You first met at 5 years old, when he moved into the building where you lived. Your mom ran the rooftop garden, and as a kid you spent most of your afternoons tending to the flowers. One spring, a young Gyuvin found himself making his way up to the rooftop. There, he saw you smelling the yellow daffodils. Your mom signalled for him to come inspect it closer, but as he approached the flowers he accidentally sneezed all over you. To his surprise, you just laughed. And since then, he’s correlated you to the springtime – bright, colorful, and inviting. 

Gyuvin thinks it’s not hard to love you, really. 

Living in the same building, you made walking to and from school together your daily routine. Lunches, much like today, were sometimes shared too. He had brought several sandwiches from home – and even if his mom didn’t instruct him, he would have shared these with you anyway. 

You’re trying to tell him about how boring your last weekend was, but you were interrupted by a loud group of boys coming to your table of solace in the school courtyard. 

“Hi Y/N.�� 

Gunwook excitedly bends down and places a quick peck to your cheek. You giggle at him as he takes a seat next to you. In return, you raise your hand to squish both his cheeks simultaneously. You’re jokingly making kissy faces at him, babying him in front of everyone. You both release a lovesick laugh, that’s when gyuvin decides to look away. 

“Ughhh not in front of the food please, hyung” 

Yujin groans as he sits next to Gyuvin, trailed closely by Ricky. Gyuvin goes with the joke, and lets out a strained laugh alongside the two other boys.

So yeah, it may not be hard to love you. But watching you love someone else is the most painful thing he could ever experience.

When you first told Gyuvin about your crush he almost fell off his swing. It’s not like he was expecting you to come at him with that information. Truth be told, crushes are something that doesn’t cross his mind at all. Because you’ve always been there. There wasn’t any room for anyone else. That was the first time Gyuvin felt his heart sink because of you. 

“the new kid in your dance team, the tall one” you declared proudly

“the one that’s a year younger? Park Gunwook?” 

“yeah we met at the debate team meeting, he’s cute isn’t he? awfully smart too.”

You were still gently kicking yourself up and down the swing when you took a glimpse of his reaction. He was frozen, his legs firmly planted on the ground. The walk back home was awkward. When you asked him what was wrong, he just said he was tired. You took his word for it.

Over the course of the next few months, Gyuvin hates how much he gets along with Gunwook. To be honest, he wanted to befriend him to find something wrong with him, any sort of flaw he could use. In the end, he couldn’t. Gunwook was one of the most hardworking people on the team, he was loved by everybody at school, and annoyingly you were right about him being intelligent too. 

He found a friend in Gunwook. And little by little, Gunwook found himself entering all the Gyuvin and Y/n spaces that were originally meant for just the two of them. Because Gunwook lived farther, he’d meet the both of you in front of your building to walk to school together. And every time you wait outside the dance practice room to walk home with the both of them, Gyuvin pretends your beaming smile is for him. 

So when Gunwook one day asks Gyuvin what your favorite flowers were, he has half the mind to lie. But Gunwook looked so eager, expectantly waiting for an answer from a hyung he greatly trusts. 

“peonies, Y/N likes pink peonies. ” 

Gunwook flashed his gummy smile and hurriedly thanked him before scurrying away. Gyuvin assumes it’s because he’s going to go to the flower shop nearby, and he prays they don’t have any pink peonies.

That Sunday, when you told Gyuvin you think Gunwook is your soulmate, he regretted telling Gunwook anything at all. 

You excitedly told him that Gunwook confessed on that weekend, after visiting a wild flower garden where he picked a single pink peony. That he went to your house and knocked on your door while you were arranging a new vase for the living room. That he came in, flower in hand, feigning confidence but was quickly given away by how sweaty he was. You told him how you decided to bring him up to the rooftop flower garden to show him all the flowers you were taking care of. Gunwook said he liked the yellow daffodils the best. And how your first kiss happened right before he left, at your front door, the very doorway Gyuvin picks you up from every morning. 

And how you think finally, you’re in love. 

“a pink peony Gyuvin, can you believe it? Those aren’t even in season anymore.” 

Gyuvin wanted to say something, but he doesn’t. 

You were blushing like crazy, looking at the ground and kicking the playground sand like some sorta kid. He’s never seen you happier, and he’s known you practically all his life. 

So he doesn’t say anything about telling Gunwook what your favorite flowers were. Nor does he bring up that he remembered that you once said you would date whoever gave you a bouquet of pink peonies. But whoever gave you a singular flower, would be your soulmate. He left that last part out when Gunwook asked. 

At that time, he was 12 years old so he thought it was silly. Now he feels like a fool for not doing it way earlier.

Gyuvin doesn’t tell you about the confession letter he left in your locker, the day Gunwook asked about the flowers either. He doesn’t tell you he went to school earlier than you on Monday morning to retrieve it back. He doesn’t tell you that he loves you, and perhaps has loved you all his life. He doesn’t tell you that he’s scared to lose you to him.

He doesn’t tell you a lot of things. 

And at present time, as he watches you and Gunwook get up from your table in the courtyard, walking away side by side with hands intertwined, he realizes he’s going to live the rest of his life in regret – all because he didn’t say anything.

A/N: this is my first time writing angst with no comfort at the end. though it was painful, I genuinely enjoyed writing this. I'm a geonppangdan myself so I didn't want to make it seem like gunwook was the enemy either.

also note that gunwook had no idea about the single pink peony, so that's all him. all gyuvin shared with him was the type of flower that y/n likes.

pink peonies are no longer in season, so most stores don't have it. hence, that's why gunwook had to check the wild flower garden to chance upon one. so, maybe they are soulmates.

i just hope gyuvin also finds his own happiness :')

thank you requester, hope you liked it!

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[tea-plantz]

If it's not too much trouble could I request ENA with a partner who is touch starved (Like so touch starved that a simple head pat makes their brain short circuit) but they really want to ask for smooches and/or hugs without sounding clingy or overbearing?

{ENA x touch starved!reader}

Thank you so much for that lovely request! I decided to do this one as a oneshot, hope that’s okey.

I used they/them pronouns for the reader, and she/them for ENA:)

Your POV:

Me and my girlfriend, ENA, where hanging out at Moony’s place. We were just joking around, telling stories and talking when Moony suddenly groaned loudly.

“Uuugh you guys, I’m so thirstyyyy!”

“Then why not go to the kitchen and get yourself some refreshment?” ENA responded in a cheerful voice.

“Oh yeah! Do you losers want anything?” Moony asked, but it wasn’t really a question. Before either of us could answer, Moony flew out of the room, in the direction of the kitchen.

“Well that was rude, but I seriously didn’t expect any better from Moony” I half joked, as ENA laughed a bit beside me.

“Indeed, that’s Moony alright!” She said as she ruffled my hair. I froze as my eyes widened. I could feel my brain completely shutting down as ENA’s hand was as still resting on top of my head. Lately, I’ve been craving affection from the pixelated girl, to give her all the love she deserves, but I don’t know how to do so! I don’t wanna seem annoying or clingy to them and make her think badly of me! That’s the last thing I’d want! And on top of that, even the slightest contact makes me just completely shut down! Human interaction just makes me feel so nervous, especially when it’s from ENA, but I really want to just hug them and kiss them. I need it! *sigh* I feel so helpless right now…

ENA’s POV:

Y/n’s been acting a bit weird lately. They seem a bit nervous and completely lost in thought, it kind of looks like they’re debating on something inside their head. I was currently waiting on the couch with them, as Moony was taking her sweet time in the kitchen. We sat there in melancholy silence, and I felt that something was off with my sweetheart.

“Y/n, my dear? Are you quite alright? You’re a bit quiet”

They looked up at me with glossy eyes as I could feel my heart sink. Oh no! Are they crying? Why? Did I do something wrong?! WHAT DID I DO?!!

“WAAA Y/N, I’M SO SOWWY I OFFENDED YOU AND MADE YOU CWY! I’M A HOWWIBLE PERSON! HOWWIBLE, HOWWIBLE! I- I SHOULD JUST DIE!!”

I started waving my arms around frantically, as I could feel myself starting to glitch while I wept. They jumped slightly at my sudden outburst before rushing over to comfort me.

“No no, you didn’t do anything wrong! It’s ok!” They said, sounding a bit panicked, as I stated calming down.

“So I *hic* I didn’t hurt you? Then *sniff* why were you cwying *sniff*?”

Y/n looked at me a bit before looking away, taking a deep breath. “Ok, I didn’t really wanna talk about this since frankly it’s not that important, and I don’t want to seem like a burden to you, but.. I really want to be affectionate with you”

What? They simply wanted to show me affection? I don’t understand.

“And I know this is no big deal, really, but you see I sometimes have some issues when it comes too affection, since I’m really… touch starved. And I want to be a loving partner to you, I really do! But I’m scared to come of too strong and drive you away…”

Your POV:

Great. Just great. I spilled everything! I always do.. she’s probably going to hate me now.

I carefully looked back at ENA, who was just sitting there in shock. I was about to apologize, but was cut off by a certain pixelated person hugging me tight.

“Oh Y/n! Thank you so very much for sharing this information with me! And how could you ever think that you ever were to annoy me? You are the most precious thing in my life, and I would gladly give and receive affection any time my dearest!”

ENA had now turned completely yellow, as she continued hugging me with a loving expression. I could feel my cheeks heating up as the realization of the situation caught up to me. I buried my face in their chest as a smile spread across my face, and my hands wrapped around their figure. We stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying each other’s company, before we suddenly heard a voice from the doorway.

“What the heck happened while I was gone?!”

I’m sorry if that’s not quite what you had in mind, but I hope you like it!

[int-writersmind]

I Hate Christmas, Peter Parker {Part 2}

Peter Parker x f!Reader

It’s simple: You don’t see what the big fuss is all about surrounding Christmas, but Peter Parker thinks that this is unacceptable and puts you through step two of a multiple step list to make you fall in love with the holiday. 

{Read Part 1}

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: Not well edited will fix soon; Another Christmas song suggestion, a personal fave

That stupid little elf that greeted you as you left your apartment every morning was a reminder that Peter’s little list was far from being over. That stupid little elf, with it’s stupid little plastic face, creepy smile and knowing eyes.

“It’s an elf on the shelf, kids love them!” Peter said when he placed it on the way out of your apartment after the two of you spent way too many hours decorating your place. You hated to admit it, but you actually had fun. But the elf on the shelf was not the cherry on top that Peter was so keen on it being.

“You’re telling me that children actually enjoy the idea of some vile creature constantly watching them?” you responded.

Anyway, you were dreading whatever was next, it was the second week of December and there wasn’t any movement from Peter’s end. Granted he was pretty busy with his second life, dealing with a group of baddies that decided that this time of year was the perfect time for a group project of evil–Peter’s words, not yours. 

You were admittedly gutted, Christmas was far from being your favorite holiday, but at least it gave Peter an excuse to annoy you more than often, and more Peter was always better. But you knew and understood everything that came with Peter’s other job.

It was late now, soft snow was falling from the night sky. Anywhere else that would be magically and beautiful, the very definition of a White Christmas. But all you could imagine was the aftermath that came when it snowed in the city. Train delays, black ice, yellow snow, and that god awful gray snow that somehow, not matter how careful you were, your foot always found itself in. It wasn’t Christmas fault of course, annoying snow could come at any time over the winter (and sometimes Spring) season, but the damn thing was always linked to the holiday.

You were loss in your work, trying to catch up on some documents before the holidays caused everyone to not check their emails until the new year. You were snuggled up in some pajamas pants that once had a matching top and a raglan t-shirt from the men’s section. As you are sip from your hot chocolate, you don’t even notice the subtle tapping coming from your window. Alone on your couch, you just chuck up the sound to some apartment ambience. It isn’t until the tapping become more preseinset that you notice it.

“Oh gosh, sorry,” You say to Peter as you open the window, reaching for a hoodie as the brisk winter air rushes in. Peter just sits on your windowsill, pulling his Spider-Man mask off. Your little apartment was tucked in a strange corner of the city, one where most of your windows were facing a wall, some Peter never really feared that someone was watching the two of you.

“Good thing I wasn’t bleeding out.” Peter just swings his legs in, not fully coming into the apartment.

“Not this time at least” You respond, “So what’s up? Can you stay?” You gesture to the Spider-Man costume. 

“Oh yeah, the city’s quiet tonight,” He glimpses at the city behind him before returning this attention back to you. “I was actually here because of…the list”

You roll your eyes. “Really, and what could possibly be on the list that involves Spider-Man?”

“The Tree.”

You try to stifle a groan, he was talking about the Rockefeller Christmas Tree, the one Christmas tree that all sane native born New Yorkers knew to avoid like the plague around this time. Yes, yes, it was very pretty with its gigantic size, thousands of lights, and of course that enormous Swarovski star on the top. The tree was nice to view on TV during the tree lighting ceremony and through other people’s social media, but actually being there, in the thick of it, was terrible. The crowds, the cold, the totally unoriginal photo ideas. “Peter–”

“Now listen here Debbie Downer,” You make a face at Peter, who puts his hands up in surrender. “If we go now I bet you it will be a fun time.”

The two of you just stare at one another, “Fine, I’ll get my coat.”

About fifteen minutes later, Peter has the two of you swinging through the snow and cold, both whipping past your face and ears, causing a slight stinging sensation. The damn coat, hat and scarf did nothing to cut down on the weather’s feeling. 

Since the two of you started dating and some time after Peter told you the truth of him being Spider-Man, you had your fair share of swinging through the city moments. It didn’t mean that you were used to the feeling of constantly falling through the sky to only be pulled forward. Oh c’mon this is slow Peter once said.

Thankfully the journey wasn’t as long as Peter quickly lands the two of you on a rooftop across the street from the Tree. “See, not too bad?” Peter says.

“Sure, sure, sure, sure.” You answer back, sitting at the edge of the building, feet dangling over the side, it takes Peter a few moments before he sits next to you.

Now without a mask and spotting a brown bag, Peter sits next to you, nudging his shoulder into yours, you can’t help but smile as you pull out a Christmas tree shaped donut out the bag.

As you bite into the somehow still warm pastry, glancing at the tree and all it sparking glory before looking at Peter. “Two Christmas trees on the list Parker?”

“Well, this wasn’t originally the plan ok,” Peter scoffs as he bites into a Santa shaped donut. “It was going to be a whole day, with ice skating, tree viewing–”

“I’m just joking,”You lightly punch him on the arm, taking another bite from the donut. “I actually quite like this, just the two of us, here, looking at the tree. You get to like, actually enjoy looking at it without getting in any one’s way. “

“That’s true, just the two of us up here…how many people can say they saw the tree like this?”

“Well, probably everyone that lives in this building?” You both laugh as the two of you finish the donuts. You lean over and kiss Peter, savoring the sweetness from his lips. You can’t help but lick your lips staring at him as you do so. “Just so you know, I really appreciate this.”

“I know,” Peter’s eyes glance downwards towards your lips. “Does this mean you're starting to love Christmas now?”

“Hell no, but I can think of a few ideas that might change my mind.” You lean in, hands resting on his chest, pecking at his lips again.

“Not yet,” He moves just slightly away from you, “But I promise the next one will be worth it.”

Before the two of you kiss again, the lights on the tree go off, you stare a little loss at one another. “Peter?”

“No Spidey-Sense, nothing’s wrong.”

You pull out your phone and check the time—midnight “Guess it's much later than I thought it was.”

“God, same, I’m so tired.” Peter lets his head fall on your chest, you hold him in your arms.

“Come back to my place Spider-boy,” You gently run your fingers through his hair. “You’re freezing and I have a hot chocolate with your name on it. “

“Sounds good to me,” Peter looks up. “But only if we can watch a Christmas movie.”

“Of course.” You say with just a hint sarcasm

~

Sorry for the late upload and the short length just not in the right head space right now, but I'll live. try to get something up on Wed but no promises in case I forget. But stay with me pls!

Anyway, to lighten things up, what Christmas movie do you think Peter would pick?

[ponkwan]

⌗ ⸰ ₊⠀ SUNKISSED !

the one where you have a photo taking session with seungkwan under the sun.

pairing: seungkwan x reader

word count: 0.6k

rating: g

content: fluff, established relationship au

warning/s: none (or maybe cheesiness, does that count?)

You don’t mean to stare. You really don’t. But it becomes inevitable, especially in cases like this wherein the sun is hitting his hair and face in all the right places, perhaps giving anyone that has spared him a glance the impression that he is actually glowing.

Seungkwan continues to look through his phone, not paying you any attention as he scans along the pictures you’ve taken of him moments ago. You don’t know why he’s scrutinizing them so much, as you’re sure that he’s a lot more photogenic than he thinks (and as you are; as much as you hate to admit it, he is) and so whenever your boyfriend also forgets to initiate taking your picture in return as quickly as you want him to, you choose to just wait patiently and admire the real thing in front of your eyes instead of getting slightly annoyed.

“Have I ever told you that yellow is really your color?” you say all of the sudden, pertaining to the polo cover up he’s sporting, and that cuts him off from his focus, his gaze flickering to yours. “You look really handsome today.”

He smirks, even chuckles at the compliment. “You say that every time you take a pic of me.”

“That’s because it’s true.”

“I bet it is, honey,” he jokes, leaning towards you a bit to grant your lips a quick kiss of thanks.

You grin at the gesture, your feet stepping forward and your arms also inevitably wrapping themselves around his torso for an added act of affection while he continues to concentrate on his gallery. He lets you do what you want, his own arm landing on your shoulders once you’re settled on your new position.

After a while—too soon, you frankly think—Seungkwan speaks again. “Okay. Your turn.”

“Hm?”

He gently forces you to untangle yourself from him. “Your turn for the picture. Stand here by the railing.”

You understand then, and comply with what he’s instructing you.

One thing more about Seungkwan is that he is also a much better photographer than you are. You reckon that you only began being good in the first place when you started dating him as well; he knows all the good angles and the right frame ratio to produce a stunning picture. Though undoubtedly his best quality as your newfound photographer is how he’s not one to shy away from hyping your best features and boosting your confidence, always grinning at you and saying how pretty you look.

It makes you blush and feel like a kid sometimes, but you appreciate it, and most of the time, it also produces the most natural looking smiling pictures you have in your own phone album.

“Perfect,” he says as he approaches you after taking the last shot. “I think I deserve an Americano with how amazing I took the pictures.”

You snort, checking the photos as well. “Is that supposed to be a hint for me to treat you?” Your eye catches one picture that you’d like to post on your Instagram as you’re swiping left.

“Naturally.” His arm goes back to its previous place on your shoulders. “I’ll buy you a slice of cheesecake in return.”

“That somehow sounds like a fair deal.”

“That’s because it is a fair deal.”

“So, I buy the drinks and you buy the dessert?”

“Yup.”

“Hm, okay.” You grin at him then. “Let’s go. I want to sit down.”

He laughs and nods, lifting his arm up to go reach for your hand, swinging it between the both of you while you head to the nearest café.

thank you for reading ! feedback is always appreciated ☻

⌗ ⸰ ₊⠀ all rights reserved. no part of my work is to be reposted / translated / used in any kind of platform without my permission. i only use this account to post fics.

[vodika-vibes]

Yearning

So, because there is a tragic lack of Monnk fics, I decided to write one. So. Ta-dah~

Pairing: Commander Monnk x Reader

Word Count: 1366

Songs: I recommend Je T'aime by Kelly Sweet

Warnings: None

Prompt: "...say it again."

You hum happily as you slide down the hallway in your fuzzy socks, stumbling to a stop in front of the calendar. There, marked in vibrant yellow, were the words, ‘Monnk returns’.

Your friend, your best friend, has been gone for close to six months now, and he sent a message several days ago that he was finally returning to Coruscant with his Battalion.

Oh, you’re sure that he’s going to have things to do before he makes his way here. After all, you’re just friends.

You scan the corkboard thoughtfully. It’s completely covered in pictures. Pictures of you and Monnk. Pictures of the pair of you at the aquarium, posing in front of a giant squid. Pictures of you at the communal pool, both of you in your bathing suits.

Pictures of Monnk teaching you how to surf, though you’re really bad at it. And pictures of you teaching Monnk how to snowboard, he’s really good at it annoyingly.

Actually, all of the pictures on the corkboard are of you and Monnk.

But that makes sense. You’ve been in love with him for years now after all.

You smile as you pick up one of the pictures, one of you and Monnk having a picnic. His arm is flung over your shoulder and his chin is resting on your shoulder while you take the selfie. It’s your favorite picture of the pair of you. The same picture is framed next to your bed…and sits on your desk at the office.

Your chrono chimes a warning, and you curse. You’re late. You’ve been late all morning. And now you’re extra late. You toss the picture on the counter and run down the hall, to the closet where your shoes are kept.

You balance on one foot, topple over, ignore your throbbing elbows and quickly pull your shoes on, before scrambling back to your feet and running out the door.

Your boss is going to have your head. Well, unless you bring her Caf.

Thank the Force for easily bribed bosses.

12 hours later, your boss finally releases you for the day. Sometimes, being a personal assistant sucks. Like today, when you spent the majority of the day arguing with closed-minded people about whether or not they were allowed to talk to your boss.

And then there was the jerk who decided that punching you was a clever way to force his way into your boss’ office. All it got him was a one way ticket into a holding cell and blacklisted from the business in general.

You prod the bruise under your eye with a pout. Your boss had been incandescent with rage when she saw that you were hurt, but had needed you to remain for the rest of your shift in spite of your injury.

Still, she gave you the next two weeks off, as payment for being assaulted while at work, so you figure you came out on top. Even if you are bruised and tired and hungry.

You absently check your com, no messages - but you really didn’t expect Monnk to message you until tomorrow at the earliest. You consider sending him a message, but ultimately decide against it.

No need to be annoying. You’re just friends after all.

So instead you pull up the app to your favorite restaurant, order enough food for two people, so they would deliver to your apartment, and you head for the taxi stand to catch a ride home.

You arrive at the apartment complex at the same time as the delivery droid, and you cheerfully ID yourself and pay the droid, before you enter the building and take the lift to your floor. 

You check your mailbox, and are pleased to see that there aren’t any bills in the box at all, and then you enter the code to your apartment. The door slides open, and then slides closed with a quiet chime, an upgrade that Monnk added for you when you mentioned that you hated how quiet the door was.

And the first thing you notice is the armor neatly stacked near the front door.

Armor painted a deep yellow color.

You toss your jacket over the familiar helmet, and kick your shoes off, “Monnk?” You call as you head towards the kitchen, now noticing that some of your lights were on.

“Yeah, I’m here,” You step into the kitchen and smile at Monnk. Taller than you, and broader, with dyed blonde curly hair. And you knew that under his shirt was a massive sea serpent tattoo that you guessed covered the majority of his body.

“Welcome back,” You say warmly, smiling at the back of his head, “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you until later.” By the smell, he was brewing caf.

“Yeah, well…” He shrugs a single shoulder, “I wanted to see you and didn’t want to see my brothers.”

You laugh, and set the food on the counter, “Good thing I ordered enough for two, then.” 

He pauses, “Oh? Expecting company?” Monnk asks, his voice just a little too casual for it to be true.

“Of course not,” You reply, “You know I’m horribly unlikeable.” You joke as you move around the kitchen and grab some plates, “I didn’t feel like picking up food, so I ordered enough to get it delivered.”

“Lazy.” Monnk chided, though there was amusement in his voice.

You sniff, “I had a rough day, Monnk. I’m allowed.”

He finally turns away from the brewing caf, “Yeah? Did someone ye-” He stops mid-sentence, his golden brown eyes locked on the bruise on your cheek, “Someone hit you.”

You shrug, awkwardly, “Yeah. Like I said, I had a rough day.”

He crosses the room in three large strides, and lightly grips your chin to tilt your head so he can see the bruise better. “Were you seen by a medic?” He asks, as he lightly prods the mark, apologizing silently when you wince.

“No, I needed to stay-” You explain, smiling softly when you see the look of indignation sliding across his face, “It only hurts when I touch it, Monnk, really.”

“It shouldn’t have happened at all, cyare.” He replies under his breath, “It doesn’t feel like anything’s broken at least.”

You hum in agreement. He’s right, of course, it shouldn’t have happened, but it did. “You’ve called me that before. Cyare. What’s it mean?”

“Didn’t I tell you to look it up?” Monnk asks as he finally releases your chin and heads back to pour himself a mug of caf.

“You really think Mando’a to Basic dictionaries are common here? Come one, throw me a bone, Monnk.” You say as you start divvying out the food.

“Nope,” He sets his caf at the table, “What do you want to drink?”

You pout at him, but he just grins and leans against the counter, so you huff, “Some of my water please.”

“As you wish,” He replies easily, with a sketched bow. 

You watch him straighten and grab a glass from your cabinet, and you watch him pour a glass of the flavored water you prefer, and you smile. “...I love you,” You say.

Monnk freezes mid-step and he stares at you wide eyed. “You…what?”

Your stomach flips with anxiety, but in for a credit, or so they say. “I said I love you.”

He sets your glass on the counter and walks over to you, his hands come up and cup your face, his gaze locked on your face. “...say it again.” He breathes out.

“I love-” You’re unable to finish the sentence as his lips crash against yours. He kisses you hungrily, like he needs you as much as he needs oxygen. “-you.” You finish as he breaks away.

“In case it wasn’t obvious,” Monnk murmurs against your lips, his breath hot against your skin, “I love you too.”

You don’t know what to say, and instead you lean up and kiss him. And you’re not surprised when he immediately deepens the kiss, and tugs you closer. You have a ghost of a thought that dinner was going to get cold…but then he nips your lower lip and you realize that you don’t care.

[witheredapple]

why don’t you elaborate on your children🤨

Ik I’ve talked kind of about my DiaLuci kids but I wanna see 🫵

I’m still kinda writing them out 😪

DiaLuci has 3 kids — 2 sons and 1 daughter

The oldest is [First Name] “Elijah”, middle child is their daughter Malice “Ruby”, and their youngest Lucian.

The quotes are their (human) middle names, don’t ask why I gave them human names as their middle name cuz I have no reason, I just felt like it, it’s so stupid but whatever 💀 also I’m kinda struggling with coming up with a name for the oldest.

Elijah, mostly called by his middle name by family, looks like Diavolo, just from the face, he has the same skin color and yellow eyes as Diavolo but he has black hair like Lucifer. He always got compared to Diavolo bc of his face.

He is such a sweetheart like Diavolo, and it’s rare for him to even get slightly mad or annoyed. Although, he is calm and collected like Lucifer. He loves studying and reading, mostly about spells. He is a little similar to Satan when it comes to reading. Although Satan always hated him from the day he was born for obvious reasons. *cough* Lucifer *cough* who said that??

•••••••

Ruby, likes being called by her middle name, is the girl version of Diavolo. She got her middle name bc of her red hair. I’m still debating whether she should have Luci’s eyes or Diavolo’s. (Wish I was an artist to see which fits better 😔) She also has the same skin color as Diavolo.

She is very outgoing and is very girly, despite being born in a household with only men. Unlike her big brother, she isn’t into studying and prefers to go out with her cousin, Iris (SoloDeus’s daughter) sometimes she can be a troublemaker. She doesn’t really live up to her first name but she loves it cuz it causes demons to be afraid of her.

•••••••

Lucian, who is the youngest, is Lucifer’s literal twin. Same eye/hair color. More on the pale side. Diavolo literally cried (from the cuteness) when he saw him for the first time bc he was a mini version of his husband.

But he is kinda like Diavolo. Big heart and such a big bright smile. His smile would make anyone’s day better. Everyone swears that the room brightens everytime he smiles. Lucifer’s brothers gave him the nickname ’Giggles’ cuz as an infant, he always laughed at everything, rarely ever cried. Even Diavolo and Lucifer would call or describe him as their little ball of sunshine. Everyone agreed that he was the cutest baby/toddler of all three realms. Always happy to meet new people and loves his family so much. He is the most loving and selfless demon. Just like Diavolo, everyone wonders how a demon can act like such an angel.

Even though I’m still writing them out, I do have a few interesting things to spill about the oldest. So, if you’re interested in any of them individually or all of them together, how are they as a family, who is the favorite parent/uncle, or something, just ask 😃👍

[desiredcaramellatte]

Hello, sorry for disturbing you, I just wanted to request some fluff with Ananas x Pitaya, if this is possible. Really love them, but can’t find any sweet soft things(. Thank you very much in advance even if you won’t fulfill this request.

Hello, you haven’t disturbed me at all!

Thank you for the request as well, this ship is one that’s had me in like a gentle chokehold for the longest time. They really do need some fluffies.

AKA bitches in love.

Ananas Dragon x Pitaya Dragon

Just fluffs!

Romantic

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ These two are just the definition of an old married couple. They’re both literally hundreds to thousands of years old, and they have that love-hate sort of relationship except it’s more ‘I hate you/pos’ and ‘I will kill you three times over/affectionate.’

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ A lot of banter. A lot. With Pitaya being- well- Pitaya, and Ananas not taking any of the shit the red dragon throws their way, the two often get into squabbles about the smallest of things. They have physically fought more than once, though they rarely ever hurt each other due to them both being dragons and, you know, having tough scales/armor.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ These two also do spar quite a lot as practice, so they aren’t even arguing half the time when they’re fighting. Pitaya and Ananas enjoy sparring against one another- fighting a dragon that could quite easily match you in strength is more exiting than a cookie, and very good practice for when Pitaya gets into their next fight.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Despite how the two squabble and fight, they do love each other. They don’t show it much in public, but they have little sort moments in private. They’ll cuddle up together on a cold night or Pitaya will help Ananas survey their island.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Ananas helps Pitaya manage their savings. Pitaya still has an instinct to hoard gold, being a dragon, but they aren’t nearly as good at managing it as Ananas is nor is their tendency of gold-hoarding as strong as the golden dragon’s is. Ananas has basically become Pitaya’s bank account manager.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They have been divorced and remarried several times. For them its literally just a meme at this point. They’ll divorce each other at the smallest of things and then come back a month later like ‘hey let’s get married again’ and the other will just be like ‘ok.’ They once got divorced because Ananas refused to help Pitaya open a pickle jar. Plot twist, Pitaya was twisting the wrong way.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They’ll do each other’s hair every once in a while. Pitaya always has a small streak of yellow hidden deep within his fluff from whenever Ananas decided to dye it. Pitaya keeps up with it pretty nicely, making sure it doesn’t fade or anything. Ananas was surprised to see the yellow streak under his hair intact after a few years.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ When Pitaya visited Ananas one night and Ananas noticed them missing the end of their tail they were like wtf??? Where’s your tail?. Cue Pitaya explaining what happened and Ananas just sighing in that way that you know you’re being called an idiot non verbally.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Whenever Pitaya wants to get Ananas’ attention but they’re busy or tired they just go into their dragon form and start romping around their islands. Every time Ananas appears and just gives that same sigh as above again. Pitaya helps their mate repair any damage they did, but afterwards they will not leave Ananas alone in their pursuit of affection for at least a week.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They don’t do a lot of PDA (mainly because they’re annoyed at each other 80% of the time), but they’ll always hold hands whenever they’re together. Just these two big, menacing dragons with their palms and claws hooked together. Ananas says it’s just so Pitaya won’t run off while they aren’t looking, but they do love holding their mate’s hand.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They’re both literally immortal or close to it, so they have all of eternity to spend together. Sometimes they’ll go their separate ways for a few years, but they always gravitate back to one another.

[keyshui]

i present to you, a very unserious post in which i insult every NHL team!

(this is all exaggerated so don’t get mad at me)

anaheim ducks - why is it that 1/3 of the way through the season you remember how to play hockey? like at this point it’s useless since you’re not making the playoffs and if you keep up like this you sure aren’t getting bedard

arizona coyotes - i do not like your jerseys. you would be forgettable but you suck too much for it

boston bruins - the only thing your team has going for you are your goalies and i hope next season you end up where the ducks are rn: not good enough for the playoffs and not bad enough for the draft lottery. sorry garnet hathaway (please come back)

buffalo sabres - i can define your entire team in one word: disappointment

calgary flames - anything good about you died when matthew tkachuk decided to go to florida. sorry!

carolina hurricanes - something about the “canes” nickname annoys the shit out of me. i hope you get a first round exit purely so the fans enjoying their team being good for once can be upset about it

chicago blackhawks - do i even have to say anything? because ew

colorado avalanche - literally how did you win the cup last year? thanks for the cup winning goalie btw <3 kuemper is better as a cap

columbus blue jackets - you don’t deserve bedard and i hope you lose the lottery since you’re clearly not pulling yourself out of the tank like the ducks

dallas stars - your jerseys are fucking ugly and the only stars player i can think of is tyler seguin (seriously… why that green…)

detroit red wings - you have the most obnoxious fan base i have ever had the displeasure of being in the same stadium with. LET GO OF THE 90s!!! PLEASE

edmonton oilers - how do you have two of the best players in the league and still manage to fail to get a cup every single playoffs

florida panthers - honestly if it weren’t for matthew tkachuk trade and the all stars game you’d be a dying, forgettable team

los angeles kings - i literally cant think of anything to put here. that’s how little you matter.

minnesota wild - one time in like 2019 the wild squished the caps at a game i was at so i decided that the wild suck. other than that y’all are so forgettable that i don’t have anything else to say

montreal canadiens - how is it that you keep managing to get beaten so so badly by teams that suck?

nashville predators - uuuugly ass jerseys and stuuuupid ass name

new jersey devils - jack hughes isn’t as hot as y’all think he is both in terms of attraction and skill

new york islanders - i hold a deep seated hatred for all new york city teams. you and your fanbases are so goddamn annoying

new york rangers - same with the islanders except 10x worse purely because of the little rivalry the caps hage with you (hope tom wilson squishes you tonight <3)

ottawa senators - really says something about your team that you had to name brady tkachuk of all people captain

philadelphia flyers - literally what is your logo i hate it. the only thing you have going for you is gritty and even that gets tiring REAL fast

pittsburgh penguins - i don’t care if the caps/pens rivalry doesn’t exist anymore it’s ingrained into me i hate you all and especially sidney crosby. you’re an aging team. retire already. ovechkin is better and malkin is overhyped

san jose sharks - wasted a sick ass team name on a depressing team

seattle kraken - y’all were doing so good at the start of the season what the hell happened. now it’s just disappointment…

st. louis blues - you’re one of those teams that i forget isn’t fake sometimes. like you’re not forgettable you’re just not… real

tampa bay lightning - i don’t get the hype the fanbase has for vasilevsky and your gray/yellow jerseys are way better than the normal ones

toronto maple leafs - auston matthews is not hot even slightly y’all just have competency kinks and it’s sad

vancouver canucks - quinn hughes looks so haunted and depressed all the time for a reason

vegas golden knights - did y’all think you were being funny when you decided to match with the kings?

washington capitals - jesus fuck just retire the entire goddamn team at this point. stop sending your prospects to the ahl and fucking play them if you want to give your roster some “youth” (i’m looking at you gmbm & laviolette)

winnipeg jets - if it weren’t for the fact that i used a website to make this list alphabetical order i would’ve forgotten you

[chill-that-ur-inmyhead]

When someone sneezes, do you say “Bless you,” or “God Bless you?”

Bless you

Do you ever look at someone cute, and automatically make a move?

Wow no! I assume they have someone already so I should not be making a move

How many times have you been to Wal-Mart/K-Mart in the past week?

Never

What are two things you are excited to do in the near future?

My exams will be over in over a month

Have you ever seen the movie A Walk to Remember? Cliche’ or worth watching?

I haven't but I'll add it to my list

Do you ever put condoms in old people’s buggies at the store?

NO!

Name one reason you go to a pharmacy regularly for?

I don't

What radio station could you not resist turning it to in the vehicle?

Spotify and it is non-stop taylor

Do you live in a house, apartment, or another type of arrangement?

House

Do you wear sweaters in the Winter or hoodies, more often?

Sweaters

Are you kind of a loner? Do you like being alone?

I do from time to time.

Are you one of those people who like to spell out numbers?

Not necessarily

Is there an animal in the room with you right now? What kind?

None

Did you or do you still have a Furby? Was/is it annoying?

Nope

Whats one event your town has that you don’t like to participate in?

My town doesn't have town events

Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouse’s names?

Nope

Do you hate nosy people who ask too many personal questions?

I probably am one tbh... whoops

Name one lyric from the song you’re listening to/the last one you listened?

Cuttin' in, cuttin' up, cuttin' back, cuttin' out Frontside, backside, goofy footed, wipe out

Do you have a fax machine? Do you ever use it anyways?

Nope

Does your kitchen table have placemats? If so, what colors are on them?

They are light brown

Do you know how to sew? Whats your favorite thing to sew?

I do. I really like embroidery.

Have you ever owned a turtle? Did it ever bite you when you owned it?

I have not.

Does your father have any creepy or scary friends you dont like?

Thankfully no.

Who was the last person (if anyone) you said Happy Birthday to?

One of my friends just last week!

Do you have Photoshop? If so, how often a day do you use it?

I don't and never use it

What color are the walls in the room you’re in right now?

Warm yellow

Has your school ever had a lockdown? If so, for what reason exactly?

Nope

Do you enjoy it when your school has drills? (ex/fire or tornado drill?)

Bit of a drag especially if I feel like I am learning something

Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of?

Nope

Do you have any siblings who still believe in Santa, and are over age ten?

Nope

What color were the last pair of headphones/earphones you bought?

White

Do people call you a big mouth sometimes? Or more than sometimes?

Rarely - more cheeky than big

Has anyone ever stolen your survey questions before, if you make surveys?

Nope and nope

Leggings with denim shorts; yes or no?:

OH WOW, blast from the past I used to wear them but now I would never. I hardly wear shorts tbh

Do you like to burn candles?:

Yes

Are Yankee Candles really all that?:

No idea

Do you think any bands/artists are trashy?:

Nope

What makes you tick when taking surveys?

Questions that are too meta

Have you ever started typing something and then someone spoke and you ended up typing what they said?

Yes!

What type of white-out do you use: bottled liquid, tape or pen?

Tape

What would you put on your perfect sub?

Meatball

Do you have anything that’s limited edition?

Yep. Waited in line for 4 hours for Taylor Swift's folklore long pond studio vinyl on Record Store Day. So worth it.

[alicedoessurveys]

Do you have any siblings you absolutely despise? Why do you despise them?

nope, i love my sister

How many times a week do you shower? Is this a healthy thing for you?

once a week. i should probably shower more but in all honestly i just cba. and i dont smell so...

Do you like taking random surveys like this?

yah, literally this whole side blog is dedicated to them

How many times a day do you eat a full meal? Is this a healthy thing to you?

probably once, twice if im lucky. its not healthy but my time management is shit

What’s your favourite movie? Why do you like this movie so much?

i genuinely cannot choose a favourite movie, theres so many that i love

What’s your favourite genre of movies? Why is this?

comedy, action/superhero, fantasy, sometimes a romance or thriller

Have you ever looked up at the sky, and thought, Why am I down here?

yeah

What is your hair colour? Are you satisfied with the colour of your hair?

its currently brown and red

Do you talk on the phone very often? Who do you talk to the most?

nope. i dont like phone calls. the only people i will answer the phone to are family or my boss

Do your parents intimidate the people you date? Are they scary people?

ive never introduced anyone ive dated to my parents

Have you ever watched a horror movie and thought, “What would it be like”?

i mean, yeah.. isnt that kinda the point of horror films is that you get freaked out imagining yourself in that situation

Do you think Gale Harold is the cutest man alive?

i have no idea who that is

Do you hate people who ask questions like “Did you like this survey”?

nah

How many times a day do you say I love you? Who to usually?

idk, like once a day to my family

What’s your favourite colour? Why is this your favourite colour?

yellow or purple

Have you ever been told you were thought-provoked? By who?

not that i cant think of....

Do you like Drew Barrymore? Do you like her movies and work?

shes alright

Does the sight of blood gross you out? Why is this?

yes, cant deal with blood

What is the most common colour of clothes in your closet?

black

Do you text or no? Who do you usually text anyways?

yes, i only text really. i dont do phone calls

Do you think sweaters are only for dorks? Give an example of a dork.

these questions are bizarre. now sweaters (jumpers cause im english) are not only for dorks

Do you prefer hoodies or jackets? Why do you prefer this choice?

hoodies

Is black your second favourite colour & does it really go with anything?

i dont really class it as a favourite but i wear a lot of black

Do you cry really easily? Are you depressed?

i do yes. i cry every day.

Have you ever babysat before? Did you enjoy this job?

i have. it depends on the age. babysitting young kids is annoying cause they want to be all up in your business but older kids that dont want to leave their bedrooms is easy

Do you like children, or do you hate them? Why do you like or hate them?

theyre alright. i have 9 younger foster siblings and a 6 year old niece

Are your parents still divorced or together?

still together, just about. they dont get on well though

Have you ever busted a window before? Why did you bust it?

nope

Do you still get scared watching old horror movies? You watch them alone?

i dont really watch horror movies

Is the sound of Halloween exciting to you? Do you enjoy the holiday?

not particularly. its halloween today but its basically just another day

Does anyone ever call you unique? Do you think you’re unique?

not really

Do random people ever call you and make conversations with you?

nope. i dont answer the phone.

Do you talk a lot when you’re on the phone? Are you annoying?

nope. the rare occasions i do answer the phone i mostly just listen

Have you ever contemplated suicide before? Ever attempted it before?

yes i have and no i havent.

When you think of summer, what is the first thing that comes to mind?

being on holiday

Do munchkins/midgets scare you? Why do you think they scare you?

no... wtf

Do knives scare you? Is it from watching scary movies?

depends on who is using the knife i guess

Have you ever tried to sing opera? Did it work out for you or no?

jokingly yeah

Do you know anyone named Tawny?

nope

Can you count to 100,000,000? Have you ever tried before?

i cannot.

[vibrantfangz]

Wam-Bam!!!

You’re one of my favorite artists, so I hit you with the alphabet of

Questions

A- Are you feeling ok?

B- Barnacles! (What makes you the most peeved?)

C- Color scheme (What’s your favorite color scheme?)

D- Dashing (What fictional character are you most attracted to?)

E- Effortless (What’s your go to hairstyle?)

F- Favorite fantasy world?

G- Girls or boys or neither?

H- Hate (Who do you hate the most?)

I- Intern (If you could be an intern for anyone in the entire world, who would it be?)

J- Jokes (What’s your type of humor?)

K- Kids (How do you feel about kids? Annoying or endearing?)

L- Love (Have you ever been in looooooove?)

M- Movie (What’s your favorite movie?)

N- Nightmare (What’s your worst nightmare?)

O- Obviously 🙄 (What’s a random fun fact that you know?)

P- Powers (If you could have any power, what would it be?)

Q- Q-T-Pie (What’s the cutest thing on earth, would you say?)

R- Really ugly (What is the ugliest feature of a person?)

S- Sad (What’s something that makes you sad?)

T- Tiktoktiktok (What do you like to do in your free time?)

U- Understanding (What’s the most redeeming quality someone can have?)

V- Violence (How much do you traumatize your ocs?)

W- Weather (What’s your favorite type of weather?)

X- IDK WHAT TO DO FOR X I’M SORRY 😔🙍🏻‍♀️

Y- Your biggest hyperfixation rn

Z- Zoopals! (Favorite animal?)

OHHH THOS IS SO SWEET IVE NEVER GOTTEN ASKS LIKE THIS <333 TYSM

A- absolutely! I'm doing fantastic :] how about yourself?

B- Eugh that's a hard one, even though I get peeved easily haha... in terms of art, something that irks me is Art Drama and artists gaining clout over mean trends

C- OOOH pastels!! Rn my favorite combo of colors are yellow, pink and blue!! Aka my signature colors haha

D- Tech from the Bad Batch is the first to top my mind, but when I was younger, I had a huge crush on Darth Vader LOL

E- Oftentimes in a ponytail!! But I used to wear braids ALL the time in middle school

F- OOOH that's a hard one, but probably strange and whimsical ones like the World of Studio Ghibli and The Wizard of Oz, as well as Genshin Impact!

G- If this is about sexuality, I'm currently unlabeled! I know I'm queer and I like everyone, but I don't quite care for labels. Although I did go through a pansexual, omnisexual and lesbian phase haha

H- Definitely 'pray the gay away' conservatives and just unaccepting people in general. Also weirdos like MAPs and Zoos, blegh

I- I've never thought about this!! It's something I'll save for later

J- Humor? Probably really random things LOL, but I find all types of humor unique!

K- Annoying and endearing at the same time. It depends. But I've met some really sweet ones at work! They make my work experience pretty funny sometimes

L- I've been in love a few times! I think- im still figuring out how feelings work haha. Of course, I've had a few childhood crushes, but the most notable was probably with an online friend I sadly cut off. We dated for a few weeks back in 2022 I think?? Ever since I cut them off I've sworn not to online date ever again LOL

M- OOOOH right now it's The Wild Robot, but I also like anything Studio Ghibli!!

N- I've had worse ones than this, but I like to tell this story a lot - when I was little I had a dream that the Cat in the Hat made my toys cone to life, and when I told my parents about it he got mad and made my toys turn on me with pitchforks LOL

O- the insides of figs are lined with dead wasps (yummy)

P- The ability to draw worlds and make them come to life!

Q- CATS!!! I have five, I love them dearly

R- I don't like to say any physical feature is ugly! The only ugly thing about anyone is the evil in their hearts.

S- Probably the thought of those i love passing away, especially my cats and mom </3

T- Draw, daydream, talk with my friends online and browse social media!

U- Learning from their past and choosing to grow from it.

V- A lot, haha :,) but I also love wholesomeness so I add in a good balance! Fret not, my ocs are in good hands!

W- FALL WEATHERRR <33 it's so cozy!!

X- LOLLL DW X IS A HARD ONE

Y- Probably SCAD... its silly but I've been researching Savannah College of Art and Design all week nonstop, and it's my first thought in the mornings

Z- Cats, hehe!! Like I said, I've got five of em!!

Wow, that was a lot- thanks for asking!!! I love to interact with my community ^0^

[eldritch-araneae]

Sparkpulse XI: Vague Hope

Summary: Bumblebee is feeling ill. Nothing extraordinary, just another flare produced by his malfunctioning spark. He tries his best to focus on things that matter, but after recent events, the dread lurks in the back of his mind.

Content warning for self-harm!

Bumblebee wakes up from a dreamless sleep. With optics closed, he lies motionless in the bed. The pain in his chest is wailing, getting stronger with each passing second. He groans and tries to fall back to sleep, but after several minutes he accepts that the rest won't come.

He sighs, he hates it so much. Not only he has to endure the pain that doesn't fully go away after painkillers, but this condition makes him mentally unstable. He feels like the entire world is crushing down on him and there is no escape. Knowing that the AllSpark is missing and Vector Sigma is damaged makes it worse. Doubt sitting in the back of his mind, and he needs a distraction.

The minibot slowly sits up and inspects the room. Windblade is nowhere to be seen. Where did she go? Is she on a mission? Or somewhere in Stronghold? He hopes she's not working herself to struts looking for the information they need to solve this mystery with their memories.

Bumblebee wants to help. It's about him in the end and it feels unfair to just let his amica do all this work alone. Although, if he told her this, she would diffidently insist that he should just rest while he's sick. And she would be right! Yet, Bumblebee's inner voice urges him to act regardless and he will obey. Just carefully without aggravating his condition. The last thing he wants is Ratchet scolding him over self-neglect.

What he should do? Go out and find Windblade? Or he could chill in the bean bag chair and look for the information in Optimus' archives? The moment he thought about the latter, his chest gave him an uncomfortable squeeze.

Alright, no reading today, finding Windblade it is. Which is good since he's getting sick just from spending a week in the same room without going out. The minibot pulls his cane out of his subspace compartment to keep his balance and carefully walks out. He doesn't make it far before he hears voices. He senses Mirage and Cliffjumper, both not being too happy hearing each other.

"So, are you gonna admit you're conspiring with this yellow bug against us?" Cliffjumper asked in a nasty tone. Bumblebee rolls his optics and quietly moves to the edge of the corner to stay out of sight, but still close enough to interfere. Mirage only sighs in reply, knowing it's no use to reason with the red minibot when his paranoia skyrockets.

"Don't give me a silent treatment! This is a security breach! We have too many enemies among us and it's only a matter of time before they gonna execute their plan to strike us down! What will you even gain from this?!" Cliffjumper flails, trying to show the dangerous scenario he's describing.

"You're so annoying," Mirage says in the most chill voice in existence as he leans onto the wall behind him and crosses his arms.

"Why you--" Cliffjumper was about to jump onto the spy with his fists, only to be interrupted by Bumblebee walking out from the corner. Startled, he lets out an ungodly shriek.

"Leave him alone!" Bumblebee wastes no time and whacks Cliffjumper with his cane multiple times, not giving him a single chance to retaliate. "Shoo!"

Cliffjumper gives up and retreats, giving the yellow minibot a death glare over his shoulder. Bumblebee growls before he turns around to check on his taller comrade.

"Thanks." Mirage relaxes and lets out a sigh of relief. "He's been hovering near me for an hour and was getting really on my nerves."

"No problem!" Bumblebee smiles widely, feeling happy for being useful. "Sorry you had to deal with him."

"You know, sometimes I really bothered how black and white his thinking is. This will backfire sooner or later." Mirage rubs the side of his head, trying to soothe the headache Cliffjumper gave him. "On the other hand, maybe this is what he needs to learn."

"Yeah. He hangs out with Sunstreaker simply because he doesn't like me anymore. This can't end well. But it's not my business." Bumblebee huffs and then sighs in defeat. "I still don't understand why me."

"Who knows? Sunstreaker was always jealous of everyone for reasons he never disclosed. And Cliffjumper is paranoid and afraid of change." Mirage shrugs. "Perhaps this is why. You came and set stagnant things into motion. Changes are coming rapidly and not everyone is ready."

Bumblebee frowns, he never considered this. To him, change was always necessary. It's the force that drives progress and evolution. Nothing ever stays static. Even if everything will stop, the arrow of time will push everything forward with the speed of light. But there is nothing he can do about the situation. It's better to change the subject.

"So, are you going to the cafeteria?" He asks.

"Yeah." Mirage nods. "Wanna come with me?"

Bumblebee nods and both start walking. They didn't exchange a word, but he knows Mirage appreciates his company. At least he thinks so since it has always been the case. Although, he notices some recent changes in Mirage's spark that made him worry about the spy.

"How are you feeling?" He asks right away.

"Hm? I'm okay I think." Mirage looks at the minibot in confusion. People rarely ask how he's doing, knowing he doesn't like small talk. "Why?"

"Well..." Bumblebee trails off, knowing this going to sound weird. "I'm just checking on you. Your feelings are more distant than usual."

"What do you mean?" He tilts his head, eying the minibot curiously.

"You look confused, yet your spark gives off nothing. Like it's completely drowned in apathy."

"Oh, strange..." Mirage raises his optic ridge." I don't feel that different for the last few millenniums. I don't really feel emotions that much in general."

"I just used to pick them up when I first came here. Sure, they weren't as intense, as Prowl's for example, but still!"

"Wait, Prowl feels? I thought she's kinda like me, no?" Mirage's optics widen from this revelation.

"You have no idea." Bumblebee giggles, finding the spy's reaction amusing." She may often come off as flat or uncaring, but she actually feels a lot of them. I guess, she's more like me."

"Oh, my stars!" Mirage exclaims and this time Bumblebee feels a little spark of surprise. "I don't know what to think. This is new and completely changes how I see Prowl."

"She cares a lot; I can vouch for this." The minibot smiles. "We all just wired differently."

"Can't argue with that." The spy smiles back. Life keeps giving him surprises even now.

"So, yeah. Just know, that maybe you falling into apathy too much and --" before Bumblebee could finish, his balance was completely thrown off and he would fall if not for Mirage catching him.

"Careful." Mirage holds the minibot still. "Are you sure it's okay for you to be out of bed?"

"Uh." Bumblebee waits for a few seconds for his vision to clear and for balance to return. "Maybe not, but I'm tired of laying all day long. Thanks for catching me."

"Understandable." Mirage nods and offers the minibot his arm to hold onto. Bumblebee thanks his friend and slips his hand into the loop. "I will talk to Lifeline later when I'll get time."

Bumblebee nods, feeling relieved.

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The cafeteria is half-empty. It's nighttime, so most diurnal mechs already went to sleep. Mirage makes sure that Bumblebee stands firm on his feet before going to the counter for some energon.

Bumblebee's optics quickly skims through the current occupants in hopes to find his amica, but unfortunately, she is not there. He was about to continue his search until his optics landed Clobber, sitting alone in the corner. Her optic is deeply focused on her big datapad, her left hand holds a stylus and moves gracefully across the screen. Lockdown once mentioned that she's a great artist!

Before he could stop his rising curiosity, he walked up to her. "Hey."

 "Ah!" Clobber jolts in her seat. Seeing it's just him, she relaxes. "Oh, hi Shad--, I mean,  Bumblebee. Good to see you again!"

"I'm sorry for startling you!" he quickly apologizes, realizing he's being rude right now.

"That's okay, I need a break anyway." She waves it off with a smile.

Bumblebee peeks into her datapad screen and sees a beautiful painting. The main colors are blue, pink, and purple, with colorful accents in many places. It depicts the scenery of a forest. Tall trees stretch so far into the sky that no sunlight reaches the ground. Animals are blending together with the environment, giving a viewer a surprise once their optics catch them. The painting is full of life and wonder.

"The Nigthsong Forest!" the minibot recognizes the place immediately.

Clobber blinks at him in surprise. "I saw this forest in my dream and struck me so much I wanted to paint it. Are you saying it was real?"

"Yes! It was one of the most beautiful and dangerous places on Cybertron. With an absolutely unique ecosystem, you wouldn't see anywhere else! And I can name every flora and fauna on your painting." He says with excitement gleaming in his optics. "I wonder how you know about it. The forest, along with many ecosystems, was gone once Quintessons took over. "

"That's the interesting part - I dreamed about it after your visit! "

"After my visit?"

"Yes. The next night, I was seeing many natural sceneries I had never seen before. And there is also a creature, watching me intently." She points at the shadow on the painting, standing behind tees and emitting a soft blue light from its optics.  

"Woah!" Bumblebee exclaims as he didn't notice it on the painting. The animal is huge yet it blends among gigantic trees perfectly. It definitely belongs in the ecosystem, but for some reason, he doesn't recognize it unlike the rest of depicted animals. "Was it threatening or hunting you?"

"No. Despite its scary aura, it felt benevolent. It would stare at me for a bit, then vanish into the woods without a trace."

"That's so interesting! I wonder what it means... Anyway, your painting is beautiful! You captured the forest like it used to be perfect!"

"Thank you. " Clobber smiles widely. "Wanna see my other paintings?"

"Yes!" he sits closer and they spend a while looking through Clobber's gallery. Bumblebee complement each of them, being amazed at how people can capture their visions and dreams, then translate them into the canvas for everyone to see. He admires her skill, he knows she spent countless years honing her craft.

"You know, I shall do some new studies. It's been a while since I painted other cybertronians. How do you feel about being a model?" Clobber says, growing more amused as she observes Bumblebee's reaction.

"Me?!" the minibot almost jumps in his seat. The pink blushing is visible on his cheeks. "I don't know. I mean I could, I guess. I'm just not photogenic..."

"There is no such thing as photogenic! Everyone is beautiful in their own way."

"Well... In this case, paint me like one of your vosian mechs!"

Clobber explodes in laughter, understanding the reference from an old cybertronian movie. They hung out together a bit more before Bumblebee stood up and continued his search for Windblade. Perhaps he should look outside.                                                                                 

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Slipstream sits on the ledge above the entrance to the Stronghold. Bumblebee sensed a lot of sadness coming from her spark, so he decided to check on her. She's been like this since she joined them. He hopes it's not because of distrust or conflict coming from the Autobots. He rather takes it himself than let other people deal with it.

The minibot carefully climbs up, trying to not jolt himself and cause more pain. She looks to the side and silently greets him.

"How are you?" He carefully asks and sits by her side. "Is someone bothering you?"

"No, everyone has been nice so far." She shakes her head before she turns to face him. "Except, maybe, the short red one. He always stares at me."

"Ah, that's Cliffjumper." Bumblebee snorts, he is not surprised at all. "Don't mind him, he never trusts anyone. Many of us think he's a direct reincarnation of Red Alert!"

"I can see why." She laughs softly and her mood improved just a little bit. Bumblebee considers it a win.

They sit in silence for a bit, looking into the distance until Slipstream breaks the silence. "I want to ask you something."

"Yes?"

"So... you and Windblade... are bonded?" She asks timidly.

"Yep."

"...Conjux?" She shifts nervously as she continues.

"Nope, Amica."

"Ah! I...see." She quickly trails off. Bumblebee can see her brushing and it didn't take long to realize why.

"Let me guess: you wanted romantic advice! " A smile forms on his face as he leans toward her.

"Shush!" She glares at him. He can't help it, but his smile gets only wider.

"Is this about a certain pink opera singer?" he sing-songs and moves even closer. It's hard to miss when Slipstream's spark swells with emotions every time Arcee is in close vicinity.

"One more word and I'll punt you to the center of the galaxy!" Slipstream accurately points into the sky.

"Just the center of the galaxy? Why not further?" Bumblebee bursts into laughter. Slipstream stares at him for a second before making a motion like she's about to grab the minibot and shake him. The bluff was enough to make him squeak and hide behind his cane. Seeing he was safe, he giggle more, making her facepalm.

"Listen, I know nothing of romance, but I think you should just invite Arcee and see where it goes." He says after his giggles subside. " She loves handing out with people. Especially, with new people!"

"We kinda know each other..." She mutters.

"Oh?! You two have a history? Tell me more!"

"Not exactly." She pulls her datapad and opens a picture showing a huge group of people, standing in rows and smiling at the camera. They hold musical instruments. He spots Slipstream sitting in the second row and holding a violin. "This is the orchestra I used to be part of. We played for many plays, and Arcee would often be in the main role. And she would often come down to us and hang around as she sang. I guess I was her favorite..."

Bumblebee inspects carefully each member. He's not recognizing anyone among the living except Slisptream. His expression saddened, feeling terrible for the violet seeker.

"You know, I really miss playing music."

"You can always pick it back up. There is a music room in Stronghold and many bots hang out there. I'm sure you'll fit!"

"I don't know. It's been a while and I'm not sure if I can. It feels like this side of me died long ago."

"I'm sorry. It must hurt a lot." Bumblebee pauses, choosing words carefully. He wants to help, but he also respects her feelings. "But just know - you're still alive."

Slipstream stares at him. She opens her mouth but immediately closes it. He senses a lot of confusion, but her mind is too occupied with his words. He hopes they will be enough.

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After Slipstream left, Bumblebee sat on his spot for a while. That conversation served as a grim reminder that they're far from being safe and now so many many things are uncertain.

What are gonna do now without the AllSpark? While he knows Optimus Prime is organizing the search, the hope is feeble. Even if Decepticons are potentially hiding it, it's useless without the Vector Sigma. Which is it's broken and Wheeljack is not sure he can fix it without crucial components. No one has ever done maintenance to this thing that existed since the dawn of their history!

Are cybertronians doomed to go extinct? Is this how the entire sentient species will be gone? With all history and culture going down into oblivion along with them? And they didn't make any contact with potential aliens out there!

"We will be gone and no one will remember us..."  Bumblebee whispers is horror. Despite amnesia, he knows what it's like. His spark wails in pain, forcing him to curl up. This is absolutely terrifying and panic-inducing, making him doubt if his insistence on leaving will do any good, but delay the inevitable. Maybe accepting their fate would be a mercy. Bumblebee feels useless and guilty for not doing what he promised to do. He cries quietly as his mind spiral into despair.

He doesn't want to accept this, but is there anything he can do? The spark of hope is still in him, but it's growing weaker. When he woke up for the "first" time, he knew he had a mission, a purpose. He was supposed to save what remains of cybertronians and get out of this planet!

Frigid tears are rolling down his face. There are so many of them they have no time to evaporate. Bumblebee bites his hand to stifle his sobs, but it's hard to silence the enormous pain erupting from his chest. He doesn't know long he was crying until a pair of gentle hands touch his shoulders. He looks up, but his vision is compromised due to tears frosting over his optics. Then a hand moves from his shoulder and takes his injured palm.

"Bumblebee." He hears Windblade's voice, bringing him a bit of comfort. She wraps her other arm around him while holding his hand tight and close to her chest. He leans into her touch.

"I'm so sorry, Windy... " he wails weakly before a wave of anger surges through his spark. "I'm so sorry. I failed you! I failed everyone!"

"Why?" she asks with sadness in her voice. It pains her to see him like this.

"I wa--wasted time!" Bumblebee choked as more tears rolls down. "I should have been more insistent and direct, instead of playing games and trying to be smart! If I was faster, the AllSpark and Vector Sigma would be ours and we could just leave this place and rebuild elsewhere. But now it's too late!"

"Bee, we're still alive and can leave!"

"We will be gone and it's all MY fault! What leaving will ever give us if we all cease regardless!" he claws at his face with a free hand. He wants so badly to mutilate his face, to rip off his horns, to break his body.

"Stop!" Windblade lets go of his injured hands to grab the other one, then hugs him tightly, giving him no room for movement. He tries to push away, but his amica has an iron grip on him. He gives up, only crying into her shoulder.

Windblade holds him tight and gently, idly caressing the back of his head for a while. Seeing him slowly calming down, she lifts his face to look at her. Bumblebee blinks several times to get rid of the frosting to see her clearly.

"Listen, even if we are going to be extinct, we're still alive right now. Leaving this planet will give us a chance to live normal lives so our last moments wouldn't be filled with fear and despair. And I think it's absolutely worth it." Windblade says softly.

"But if I was faster..." he trails off.

"We don't know that. There is no evidence proving otherwise and if someone has to be responsible for the AllSpark disappearance and broken state of Vector Sigma - is gonna be Megatron. It was under his control and he was supposed to guard it."

Bumblebee opens his mouth to protest, but nothing comes out. He knows she's right, but the guilt is not letting go. He stares at her in disbelief.

"You can't be responsible for things outside of your control."

Bumblebee exhales and gives her a small nod. It's hard for him to accept, but she doesn't want him to suffer. If he can't be kinder to himself for his own sake, he can at least try to do it for her. Windblade smiles and boops his forehead with hers, making him giggle. A small victory, but an important one.

"Wanna stargaze with me? There are no moons today and stars are very bright." She relaxes and looks up, feeling Bumblebee snuggling comfortably against her.

 "Yeah..." he looks up, noting that the stars are indeed bright. His amica's warmth and the beautiful sky right above them are enough to ground him. "I wonder which one will become our new home?"

"I'm excited to find out!" she says. "I was thinking about it all day as I was scouting in the east."

"Oh, that's where you went." He nods. "I was looking for you."

"Ah... I should have left you a note. Will do it next time when Jazz will send me somewhere."

"So are you the official member of SpecialOps? Because I think Jazz should write you in after all those scouting missions!"

"Maybe I should ask them about it." She laughs. "Who would have thought that to become a member of a secret spy group you just need to be friends with one of them."

"The best methods are always in plain sight!"

"In this case maybe it's good I'm not on the list. I'm not just a secret agent, I'm the secret - secret agent. They would never see me coming~!"

Bumblebee burst into laughs, quickly followed by Windblade. Then a familiar chirping draws their attention. They see Cheetor in their alt-mode, Nightstalker and Steeljaw are climbing up to them.

"Bee, there you are! We were looking for you everywhere. Also, hi Windy!" the spotted beastformer says. "Heard you're still in pain so I figured I could help you out."

"Hey guys!" both Windblade and Bumblebee greet the felines at the same time. Then the minibot speaks first. "Cheetor and Steeljaw, why are you up? It's the middle of the night."

"I don't know. I tried to fall asleep and got bored. I thought  I could sleep in another place." Steeljaw shrugs.

"Kinda the same, had another battlefield dream and decided that tonight I will cuddle with someone!" Cheetor laughs awkwardly.

"That's understandable, war related reams are never pleasant." Windblade moves to the side with Bumblebee to make more room for their friends to join.

"Plus, Nightstalker is kinda down today so I roped them into this as well." Cheetor sing songs as they gently pat the black feline with their tail.

"Hey! I'm not down, I'm just moody!" Nightstalker complains with a huff. The yellow minibot feels melancholy coming from them. Like sadness and aching together, mixed with worry. He frowns but doesn't say anything yet.

Steeljaw settles on Windblade's lap, while Cheetor lays around them, placing their head onto Bumblebee's lap. Nightstalker ended up sandwiched between everyone in the center. The comfort of the cuddle pile spread immediately in the group. Content, the yellow minibot lets out a series of low rumbles, almost sounding like he's purring.

"You did it Cheetor!" Windblade snorts. "Bumblebee now is a certified feline. Good job!"

"I did my best, thank you Windblade," Cheetor says with pride, before turning the black cassette. "So, Nighty, are you gonna talk about your feeeeeelings?"  

"Pfff, why? It's nothing really." Nightstalker waves their paw. "Just thinking of Ravage again, I wonder how he's doing."

"Hmm...do you think he'd be nice to you since he's with 'cons now?" Steeljaw is being a bit skeptical as usual but in a good way.

"Don't worry about it," Nightstalker replies but seeing all eyes on them now waiting for elaboration they added. "We usually meet during battles and just make it look like we fighting."

"Wait, really?" Steeljaw tilts her head. "Your fights are intense!"

"That's how we play. We have always been more of the rough side since we've been with our original cassette carrier." They look into the distance as if they try to see their sibling in the shadows. "But I haven't seen Ravage in a while now, which makes me worried. Last time we talked, he complained about Soundwave growing distance from his cassettes..."

"So... you and Ravage went separate ways accidentally?" Bumblebee frowns.

"Sort of. We got separated during Trypticon's rampage after our carrier died. We didn't see each for thousands of years and when we did, turned out we ended up on the opposite sides."

"Why did Ravage never join you after then?" Steeljaw is confused." Or, I guess, you didn't join them?"

"The answer is really simple. We bonded without new carriers and new cassettes. He and I formed new relationships since we both assumed that the other has perished. So, our relationship got... complicated. But none of us wants to burn bridges."

"I see... I hope you can solve it." Cheetor says before they decided to switch the subject to lighten the mood. "You know, I always been curious how cassettes are always in need of carriers and vice versa."

"Yeah, I wonder about it too. In most cases, cassettes are different species from carriers, yet we depend on each other." The black feline smiles.

"Different species?" Windblade asks as her curiosity rises. "I thought you all like us, no?"

"Ah yes, wonders of cybertronian taxonomy." Bumblebee laughs, his optics sparkle with excitement once again. "But yeah, most cassettes are different species from us. People usually don't know that because they see someone like Eject or Rewind and how all cassettes have the same alt-mode, assuming the rest are like them. But the relation to a species depends on your root-mode, regardless of your alt-mode."

"So, Eject and Rewind are in the same species as me and you, then Nightstalker and Steeljaw are not?" Cheetor sounds surprised as it never occurred to them.

"Yep, in fact, they are different species from each other, while sharing the same genius and family."

"So, am I not in the same family as them?"

"Correct, but you will be considered a feline because your second nature is granted by your frametype and alt-mode."

"I see!" they exclaim, excited to learn something new. "But we still count you one of us as well."

"I guess you will be right since mirroring is a thing too." Bumblebee giggles from amusement. He doesn't mind at all.

"It's amazing how much you know about biology, Bee! I'm surprised how you're not in Science Department. By the way, are cityformers different species from us?" Nightstalker asks out of curiosity.

"They are, that's why we can eat them without getting sick. Though we usually just give their plating to Botanica's plants first. And then eat fruits they produce."

"That's good, otherwise my jaw will break just from attempting to chew the plating," Windblade says as she remembers how she found out that non-beastformer cybertronians have weak teeth. In a hard way. "Huh, I never released it before, but now it makes sense why are stockpiling out mechon resources from the dead cityformers."

"Especially since we are leaving." Steeljaw nods. "It's better that way than just letting the corpses rust. The entire recycling system has been broken for a long time.

"Ugh, yeah." Nightstalker huffs. "I can only imagine the core is now just filled with countless unrecycled bodies. No wonder we have no resources to make new people."

"And those little things are consuming them and multiplying like the plague." Bumblebee mutters, then suddenly a sharp migraine pierced his processor.

"Bee, what's wrong?" the three exclaimed, startled by his sudden gasp. After a few seconds, the pain faded and Bumblebee looks around confused.

"Okay, what we were talking about just now?" He asks, in confusion while still holding his head in his hands.

"No, that happened again! Are you okay right now?" Windblade asks, her amica nods.

"Does this happen a lot? That sounds rough." Steeljaw looks worried.

"We talked about gathering resources from dead cityformers, do you remember this?" Nightstalker reminds him.

"Yes, I think." Bumblebee let go of his head. "I'm okay right now. Did I said anything?"

"You mention some things eating something, but I couldn't hear it well. "Windblade says. "Speaking of things, I heard those dead cybertronians we saw at the Spire are lurking near cityformers."

"What?!" Bumblebee growls, feeling like he's about to fight something. "This can't be good. Shockwave is planning something!"

"Yes, but we don't have enough information for now, but the situation is being observed by us and Blaster," Nightstalker says. "For now, it's best for you to focus on recovery."

"Agree. If we see more, we'll let you know. Worrying is the last thing you need right now." Steeljaw nods.

"That's right! Let us hug you!" Cheetor throws their paws around the minibot, and others follow them quickly. Bumblebee smiles widely as he returned the hugs as much as he could.

Windblade is right, even if they go extinct, the fact they are still alive here and now is what truly matters. They deserve to have fulfilling lives, no matter what kind of end they'll meet. The vague hope in his spark is growing stronger, reigniting his determination to finish what he started.

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Hey, I’m back to updating Sparkpulse! I was tough! I caught a lot of burnout after the Big Bang event, so writing took a while. But now It’s finished! I hope you’re enjoyed it~ Reblogs and comments are appreciated! <3