#apparently i have another au now oops

[vivwritesfics]

Dog Mom 🤝 Cat Dad

Y/N Leclerc is a dog mom. Max Verstappen is a cat dad. The two go hand in hand

Social Media Au

spottydogrockie

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spottydogrockie Rockie says thank you uncle Charlie

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arthur_leclerc I'm the favourite uncle

spottydogrockie sure you are, arthur

lewishamilton Bring him to the next grand prix!

spottydogrockie he'll be in Ferrari red 🫡

username01 i have never been jealous of a dog

username02 Rockie Leclerc is my favourite Leclerc

charles_leclerc my favourite nephew

spottydogrockie your only nephew?

maxverstappen1 cats are better

spottydogrockie are you lonely, max?

maverstappen1 no i have my cats

spottydogrockie guys i think he's lonely

spottydogrockie

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spottydogrockie more talented than uncle Charlie

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charles_leclerc sure you are, Rockie

username03 The real talent in the Leclerc family!

username04 pls put him in Charles' car next time you attend the race!

maxverstappen1 I could hear this from my apartment

spottydogrockie your ears have been blessed

maxverstappen1 i'm legally deaf now

spottydogrockie i'm legally obliged to say i don't care

username05 anybody know if Max and Y/N Leclerc really hate each other?

username06 omg charles was asked about this in an interview lemme find it real quick

username07 begging the instagram algorithm gives me the answers to this

spottydogrockie

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spottydogrockie sweater is now covered in dog hair

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username08 THIS ISN'T Y/N'S SWEATER WHO'S IS IT???????

landonorris sus

username08 WHAT DO YOU KNOW

charles_leclerc nice sweater you got

arthur_leclerc where did you get it?

username09 no because I swear I've seen this sweater before i just can't remember who on

pierregasly rockie is gaslaying

spottydogrockie ew that was disgusting

spottydogrockie leave me and my son alone

spottydogrockie

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spottydogrockie contrary to popular belief, we don't hate each other

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maxverstappen1 conveniently not mentioning the part where rockie chased jimmy through my apartment and broke my trophy

spottydogrockie he wanted to humble you

username10 I'M SORRY WHAT?

username11 oh my god Rocky did a Lando

maxverstappen1 its rockie, actually

username11 MAX OMG

landonorris sus

spottydogrockie why you so obsessed w me

f1gossip

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f1gossip eagle-eyed fans spot Max Verstappen walking Y/N Leclerc's dog in Monaco. In the picture we can see Max walking Rockie through the snow with no Y/N in sight. Fans who frequent the dogs social media page with the apparent feud between cat dad Verstappen and dog mom Leclerc. But not everything is as it seems?

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username12 they're dating c'mon

username13 max not sim racing is already surprising enough but i was not ready to see him with a dog

username14 no but rockie posted the other day that they had a playdate at Max's apartment and rockie broke a trophy they're 100% dating

username15 Y/N USING HER OWN ACCOUNT IN THE LIKES!?!

spottydogrockie

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spottydogrockie mom calls it stirring the pot

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username16 NO THEY'RE DATING

usename17 WHO?

username18 not rockie soft launching 😭

charles_leclerc you have my approval

spottydogrockie never asked

athur_leclerc want me to send the pictures I have?

charles_leclerc ARTHUR

spottydogrockie oops

username19 Max not commenting?

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 us

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username19 HARD LAUNCH

y/n_leclerc is this your way of telling me you got me another dog?

maxverstappen1 i'm a cat person

y/n_leclerc sure you are

username20 this is the cutest thing i've ever seen

spottydogrockie

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spottydogrockie 'i'M a cAt pErsOn'

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maxverstappen1 blasphemy

landonorris sus

spottydogrockie get out of my hard launch

landonorris no

arthur_leclerc i approve

spottydogrockie you're hilarious

username21 not y/n outing max as a dog person

roscoelovescoco converted him 🤝🤝

spottydogrockie dogs are so much better than cats 😈😈

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[enigmatist17]

I've never written Deadlock before, but RatchLock(?) in the Mecha Pilot Jazz Au by @keferon has me by the throat bc Ratchet is my #1 babygirl of All Time ❤️❤️❤️

My other fics I've done in said AU 1 2

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Ratchet was old.

Sure, he still had a good 50 to 60 years left in him, but hoy boy he was old. He knows most of that "aging" happened when he worked with the mecha program, and while it had been the highlight of his life, the dark road they had started to turn down wasn't for him.

Pilots dying in dozens from all sorts of ways, the worst being the degradation of their minds from the very machine used to defend humanity

Bright-eyed rookies turning hollow and their spark burned out, most leaving with eyes unseeing inside the same black bag.

Demands for more, demands to integrate human and machine, demands to take away their humanity to win

Demands that still haunt his dreams, especially when old superiors ambush him with a gaggle of his new students and interns in his tow.

His town, dammit!

Most of them watch Ratchet spend the rest of the day cursing up a storm that could make any sailor blush while slamming things down, everyone escaping when he eventually made a vague motion to the door. He goes for his bottle of whiskey once he makes sure the last student drives off with some friends, taking a seat in the middle of the shop floor as he pours himself a generous glass, setting the bottle by the side of his chair.

"Does Ratty have all his toys away~?"

"For now." Ratchet rolled his eyes as he took a sip, able to hear the bay door behind his chair rattle before opening with a slight screech. To a normal person, the sight of what appeared to be an unpiloted mecha slipping into some random repair shop would have caused a bit of a ruckus, but Ratchet is unbothered as he takes another sip of his drink. "Make sure you close the door this time."

"I leave it open one time." The mecha scoffs, glowing red eyes cycling in exasperation as the bay door is closed with a slight tug, the loud crash of metal on concrete making the human in the room pinch the bridge of his nose. "Oops."

"If I had a wrench within reaching distance..." The mecha grins as it crosses the shop floor, unapologetic as they sit on the floor across from the bioengineer. "Any luck today?"

"I was able to take out two scouts, should give me enough energon for a few cycles." Ratchet watches as two glowing cubes are pulled out from a seemingly endless storage space inside one arm, shown off before they're placed back inside. "I've survived off less."

"I'm still working on a synthetic version, but no luck." A flicker of regret crosses Ratchet's face, and the mecha reaches over to poke the top of his head. "Hard to create an alien food source, apparently."

"You're still trying, I'll take that." The mecha croons, glowing eyes watching Ratchet take another sip with a sort of purring noise.

No, not a mecha, an honest-to-god alien known as a Cybertronian.

"You seem upset." While the strange organics lacked an EMF field, Deadlock didn't need one to see the annoyance in those pretty optics of his human.

"Just some of the usual bullshit." Deadlock raised an optic ridge and stared, his ornery human staring right back with a scowl. "Got somethin' on my face?"

"You don't get this grumpy over the "usual" bullshit." Deadlock leaned forward with a slight tilt of his helm, the low rumble of his engine getting the other to relax just enough to consider it a victory. "Ratty~"

"Stop calling me that, my name is Ratchet." The Cybertronian only grins, reaching forward to poke the man in his chest.

"I don't like you being upset." Metal that should not be that expressive molds into a pout that would rival his little niece, and had he not seen Deadlock rip out a part of one of the alien threats (Quintesson he's been told) with those sharp teeth, he might find it cute.

.....

Fuck

"Some of those government fucks showed up in front of my people, wanted me to just leave and go back to all of....that." The whiskey is drained, and Ratchet leans over to grab the bottle. "It's one thing to harass me over the phone, but the street? In front of my kids? They can fuck right off with that." The glass is filled again, and the two sit in silence as he slowly drinks, looking at the floor with his brows furrowed. "I can't go back to that, no matter how much that would help out my....project."

"Aw, I'm a project now?" Deadlock cooed, a clawed digit gently caressing the side of Ratchet's face with as much care as he could muster. "I got an upgrade~"

"You're a disaster." Ratchet rolled his eyes, but otherwise didn't move as he listened to the (begrudgingly) familiar cadence of Deadlock's systems. While he could be as silent as the grave, Ratchet was pretty sure he was some sort of spy or assassin of some kind despite any questions getting the brush off, the alien mech had adopted the practice of allowing his natural ambient noise to become noticeable.

Just for his human, one of many things he'd adopted for his savior-turned-object of affection.

"Would you like for me to kill them?" Deadlock purrs when Ratchet raises an eyebrow, taking in the warmth against his digit. "I could make it look like an accident~"

"Like hell you will, that'll just get more eyes on me."

"Are you sure? Didn't sound like you were all that upset by the idea Ratty."

"Yes I am...though if they approach me in public again, maybe you could cause an accident or something, as a treat."

"Oh you do spoil me~!"

[purerehua]

im so sorry i could find any kind of a request rules thing anywhere so feel free tk just ignore this if need be but could you write for gunwook where him and reader nearly break up but it has a happy ending💘💘

inlove with a ghost

pairing ⇆ zb1 park gunwook x reader

genre ⇆ angst ; hurt with comfort ; non-idol au ; near breakup

wc ⇆ 1.3k

cw ⇆ i'm not that good at angst read at own risk, cursing, wook is not rlly a good bf oops, but he could be!!

two hours.

two hours have passed since gunwook promised he was on his way, and fifteen more minutes since you've sent three follow up messages asking where he is. you are currently debating washing your face and changing back into sweatpants as it seems like your boyfriend had no intention of showing up.

the initial plan was for gunwook to pick you up at your place around four, you two would walk around, and decide on a place to eat afterward. and this will be the first time you'd see him in person after two long weeks of his busy schedule taking up most of his time.

that is if he even shows up.

you're giving him another five minutes. another five minutes and you swear if he isnt here by then you're changing into sweats and taking a nap.

a minute goes by, another,, another,,, another,,,,

four minutes should've been enough.

in a huff you dejectedly slip off your nice shoes that you happened to clean just for today, the purse that you literally never wear on a normal occasion, and the hairclips you dug through your accessory drawer to find. you throw all three somewhere around the room hapzardly, not wanting to see the evidence of your efforts to look presentable for the date anymore.

ten minutes have passed since then, and true to the internal promise you made to yourself, there you lay. face first on your bed, softly sobbing into the pillow.

a click alerts you and causes you to sit up, and you find gunwook at the entrance to your room holding your shoes, hairclips, and purse.

"y/n?"

silence.

you turn away from him, then a beat passes and you feel the bed dip under his weight and the sheets rustle quietly.

"y/n." he tries again, softer this time. and you can basically hear the apology in the way he says your name.

"don't say sorry gunwook, i know you are." you mumble quietly.

gunwook apparently has nothing to say to that as he doesn't respond, and if you weren't so hurt right now you'd get up to get a look at his face. wanting to see what emotions would plague it. would his eyebrows pinch together? would the corners of his lips tremble downwards ever so slightly?

you sigh as you speak the next words. "i think we should call it."

"...what do you mean? call what?"

"this. our relationship."

you finally situate yourself to face him properly, and you were so spot on with his facial expression you scared yourself with how well you knew him.

"what? y/n i—"

a breath. he takes a breath, to calm himself you'd guess.

"y/n. don't say things like that, okay? i'm so so sorry. i'll make it up to you i swear."

"thirteen."

"what?"

"thirteen times, you've done this."

gunwook finally understands and mutters under his breath, cursing at himself and squeezing his eyes shut before groaning.

"shit, y/n. i didn't know."

"thirteen times i've asked to see you and you were either late or bailed on me. gunwook i'm your partner. i shouldn't need to have to make appointments just to see you!"

"y/n, i'm busy... you know that. it's not that you're not important but i try!"

"i know you're busy! and i know you try. but you can't expect me to be okay with all of this nothing you're giving me."

he's taken aback and it shows. nothing? that can't be true. he might not be the best at prioritizing you but he certainly doesn't give you nothing. right?

you shift due to the bed not being occupied by gunwook anymore, and you watch him stand with his hands on his hips like a father about to scold you. you would laugh if you weren't on the verge of bursting into sobs.

"that's not true. no, i can't— why would you say that? i text you every morning, and i try to keep you updated with what i'm doing and you know. i'm trying here okay? please just..."

you stand, directly placing yourself infront of gunwook and taking his hands.

"gunwook, i love you. you know that but, i can't be in a relationship that stands still."

"y/n stop, don't speak like that."

tears sit at the edge of his eyes, threatening to spill and yours start doing the same.

"i know you have alot of things on your plate, okay? i know how badly you want to keep me and all of those things at the same time, but i know you can't manage it."

you squeeze his hands, and gunwook's bleary and tear-soaked eyes find yours again before you continue to speak.

"this is already affecting the both of us, and i know you don't want to choose so i will do it for you. we need to break up."

"no no no y/n, stop."

his eyes flutter shut again and it's your turn to be taken aback when gunwook starts lowering himself to the ground. you grab his arms, anticipating that he would fall but you're mistaken as his knees hit the wooden floor with a thud and his hands release yours in favor of gripping at the sides of your sweats.

"i can't. 'm sorry but i can not let you go. i'll do better i swear just— let me try again. don't do this to us."

his words come out shakey and stuttered, he loses his breath multiple times inbetween words and the mere idea of him hurting like this makes you hold back gasps of your own as hot tears spill down the curve of your cheeks.

"gunwook..."

you can't, it hurts too much to be with someone who's basically never there. to be inlove with a ghost.

"please." and a tear gathers itself at the corner of his lip.

he's begging, he's placed himself below you physically and emotionally. you can feel his desperation from the grip he has on your sweats. you can't bear to watch it and at the same time you can't look away, unable to shake the conflicting thoughts of what ifs from your head.

"i promise y/n, i promise."

"don't give me empty promises gunwook, you know i hate that."

"they're not empty. i promise, with my whole being i'll be better. just don't leave me."

you continue to stare at him, absentmindedly chewing on your lip anxiously. you were already tired, this was making you even more tired, you just wanted to end things and move on and be done with it and be free from all the feelings you were feeling and—

"y/n."

your thoughts are cut short by a call of your name, and as your eyes come back into focus you realize gunwook has let go of your sweats in order to grab your hand.

he brings your pointer to his lips slowly, and his places a delicate kiss on it, and you melt on the spot. his kisses are so small. if you closed your eyes you could pass it off as breeze passing by, as though he wasn't actually there and it was your mind playing tricks on you. but he was there, with your own two eyes you could see the equal parts of affection and regret he placed on your fingertips. it hurt so bad but you needed it, you needed this. for him to be there, infront of you, loving you.

you could give him another chance as long as he loved you like this again.

"okay."

"okay?" gunwook squeezes your hand, which lingers just by his chin he lowers it from his lips.

"i'll stay. but we have to talk about this, properly. okay?"

he stands up, startled but hopeful.

"yes, of course. i'm sorry y/n."

"i know."

his lips quirk sadly at that, but atleast he knows this isn't the end for you.

atleast he knows that he's still yours, and he'll strive hard to keep it that way.

a/n ⇆ this is long overdue i'm afraid :( just been having no motivation also school likes to keep me busy so. anyway here!! i don't know if i'll be posting consistently again but i'll do my best... just like gunwook!!

[antiquepearlss]

Dancing With The Stars AU

Varigo- but make them ~dancers~ (Also Ilona or Chandler should have won this season just sayin.)

“Ow what the FUCK Hugo!?” 

“Oops.”

Varian rubbed the sore spot on his head as he rose up. The two had been practicing a rather difficult move, with Hugo lifting Varian up into the air. Apparently being at the mercy of his dance partner was not the time to insult him, because after one snarky comment Hugo dropped him.

“That wasn’t an oops and you know it asshole!” The sweaty ravenette glared at the blonde as he fully stood up. Hugo didn’t seem to have a single care in the world, as he fixed Varian with a look. 

“You need to wrap your legs around my waist for stability.”

Varian’s face flushed as he squeaked out a “what?”

“It’s not weird. It’s a pretty typical dance move. Here let me-“ Hugo grabbed Varian’s waist and pulled him closer. He then guided his partner’s hands to his shoulders and placed them under his pits.

“Hugo can we just do a different move? I’m not very flexible or balanced, I’m going to ruin your choreography. We should just stick to something safer.” Varian refused to make eye contact with the man who was barely even a breath away from him, and was holding his waist very firmly. Varian could feel each finger press into him. He felt like he was going to melt from how hot his face was burning. 

“We can’t play it safe freckles. Our score was shit last week. We’re at the bottom of the leaderboard. We gotta wow the judges or we’re getting eliminated. And I don’t care how many times I have to drop you on your face- I’m getting that Mirrorball Trophy.”

Varian sighed as he grumbled out a “fine.”

Hugo swiftly lifted the young man into the air, and Varian quickly wrapped his legs around the man’s waist. 

Yeah, Varian’s face was going to melt. But going off Hugo’s slowly reddening face, he didn’t think his dance partner was faring much better.

Varian swallowed as the two made eye contact. Hugo seemed to regain his briefly lost confidence, smirked, and dipped Varian.

The man felt the breath leave his lungs as his hair brushed the polished flooring. It wasn’t the exertion from the move that made his body begin to tingle, it was the rare reassuring smile that Hugo had just given him. 

Varian’s face was now burning for another reason.

God, this competition was going to kill him.

[bambiraptorx]

Not Quite Hidden AU: Part 10. Word Count: 692. Readers chose: Ask if he has questions.

Mildly infuriating as it might be that the child apparently thinks Draxum is weird, he’s got some rather more pressing concerns at the moment.  He crosses his arms behind his back.  “Surely you had your own questions to ask.  You must be observant if you knew that I recognized you.  Are you not curious?”

The boy looks around the study for a long moment.  “You have lots of books, Donnie would like that.”

A non sequitur.  Perhaps the child is hiding his motives for coming.  Is it possible his father sent him?  But that ferret obviously harbors a strong dislike towards Draxum, and no logical parent would send their child alone to gather information from someone they held a grudge against.  That said, the man had seemed rather… emotional, to say the least.  Most people avoided raising their fur like that, especially in public.  It was just as rude and aggressive as yelling, for some species even more so.  Someone who reacted with such volatility in a grocery store of all places seemed rather unlikely to behave rationally at other times.

Draxum rubs his chin thoughtfully as Huginn settles onto his shoulder.  “And which one of your siblings is Donnie?”  Perhaps he can use this opportunity to gather more information on the lives of his turtles.

The child tilts his head.  “Are those green crystal lights?”

“Ah—yes.”  What does that have to do with anything?

“Why green?  Blue's a way better color.”

“What, do you want the lights blue?  I can change them.”  It's simple to reach out towards the crystals and adjust their mystic output, and while it feels rather odd to have his study bathed in blue light instead of green, something about the grin on the child’s face is rather nice to witness.

“Woah!  I didn't thought you were so good with magic!”  The boy looks around appreciatively, scanning the color differences cast over the room.  He drums his fingers on the desk, pausing as his hand brushes against a few of the papers still resting there.  Just some notes Draxum had been writing down after today’s encounter, so why would they draw his attention?  

Draxum watches with a mild sense of amusement as the boy twists his head, frowning and mouthing the words as he reads off the sheet.  “My writing seems to have drawn your interest, child.”

The boy hums.  “You spelled Dad’s name wrong.  The P goes before the L.”

Draxum snatches the paper away.  “What are you talking about, I wouldn't have—” Oh, it looks like he did write Slpinter.  Oops.

“An’ you didn't get Donnie’s or Mikey's right, either.  They're really way longer.” The child then has the audacity to grin up at him, kicking his heels against the desk.  “Didja forget their names already?”

Draxum is not going to entertain this conversational thread any longer.  He leans around the turtle and slaps his notes down on the far end of his desk.  “My notes are personal effects and I'd prefer you not go through them any longer.”

The turtle reaches for the paper, and Draxum drags it out of his reach.  That isn't enough to deter him from making another grab, and another as Draxum once more pulls away the sheet.  The boy grunts something under his breath.  

“Speak up, brat,” Draxum snaps, and if it sounds a little more like an order than a request, at least it works.

The child huffs, looks him in the eye, and says with all the derision such a small face can muster: “You're annoying.”

“Excuse me?!”

The turtle reaches for the paper again, this time managing to latch onto it.  “You're annoying, and weird, and creepy, and I wanna go home!”

“You—what, you come here just to disrespect me?  Is that what you wanted?”  A growl builds in the back of Draxum's throat, barely restrained.  “You little—”

A small tap at his shoulder, barely noticeable. Just claws drumming against his armor.

“Boss, look, the kid’s not gonna cooperate much longer,” Huginn says.  “I'll just take him back now, hopefully his dad won't even know he was gone.”

Draxum bites back a sharp retort.  Inhales.  Exhales.

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[risingsoleil]

Thank you for all these NSFW posts, you’re feeding the fandom mwah!

Saw your other post where Linzin in the canon verse about Tenzin griping Lin’s throat. Maybe this could be a new chapter in Lay All Your love on me ;)

Or a short post too! Hahaha

To add to all the asks:

Linzin favorite position?

Newly wed Linzin (modern or canon universe) being unable to keep their hands to themselves (especially Tenzin)

Tenzin and Lin finding out new kinks

Thank you, I'm doing my best ~~ I'm on my lunch break at work trying to keep up with all this spicy Linzin demand 🤭😈

Oh, that will def make an appearance at some point in the Lay All Your Love on Me collection 😉

Linzin's favorite position

Lin - 1) Cowgirl, she loves the ability to control her movements and it's easier for Tenzin to suck on the titties compared to missionary.

2) Missionary - can scratch his back, lock her legs around him when he's about to cum. She loves his weight pushing her into the bed or the floor while he fucks her hard or slowly

3) Sideways spooning - Tenzin somehow hits all the right angles every time in this position and it's lovingly intimate. He can still massage her boobs and kiss her neck while having his leg between hers to fuck her. This position became one of her favorites after having kids.

Tenzin - 1) missionary - He can look at Lin 😍😍😍

2) Doggy - Smack dat ass, grab dat ass, stare at dat ass. Also pull Lin's hair. He feels like he goes deeper in this angle and Lin acts like she doesn't love this position. Apparently, she can never say his name properly when he fucks her from behind and smacks her ass. ("Shut up, Airhead.")

3) Lin is on top - Boobs in his face. Boobs in his hands. Watching Lin move and grind her hips on him gets him harder inside her. The way she slides up and down on his dick, knowing that she's taking him all the way inside is indescribable to Tenzin. Lin thinks she knows what he means, but she doesn't (Lin throws a book at him).

Newlywed AU Linzin

Guaranteed way to make Tenzin hard? Lin wears acolyte robes.

They're at one of the air temples for more privacy from RC, and there's already a room prepared for them. The head abbott greets them politely along with several other acolytes, and they are shocked at how Tenzin openly puts his hand on Lin's waist in front of them.

The abbott is struggling to get his words out, and Tenzin's fingers play along Lin's waist. Lin can sense the awkwardness for the abbott and tries to take a step away from Tenzin. But he only pulls her closer so she's pressed against his side.

"Thank you Abbott for greeting us. Lin and I are tired from the journey and we'd like to go to our room."

"O-of course."

As soon as the abbott and the acolytes turn around, Tenzin's hand slides down to squeeze Lin's ass. Lin smirks at him and smacks his butt. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard as soon as we get inside. Be prepared to be pampered for the entire week because I'm going to make sure you won't be able to walk properly."

He massages her butt and smacks it again.

A low squeak comes from near Oogi, and Linzin notice another young acolyte.

Oops, did that innocent acolyte accidentally see Tenzin smacking her?

"If you won't let me walk, then I won't let you walk either. I'll be riding you morning and night until you've emptied everything inside me."

Now the abbott and acolytes glanced at them with red faces.

Oops. Did Lin talk too loud?

AU Linzin finding out new kinks

Roleplay - begins when teen Lin starts calling Tenzin, "Master" Now they've expanded into other scenarios as they get older

Sensory deprivation - inspired by Toph's "blindness" not seeing with their eyes and feeling the smallest sensation on their bodies is so hot. The first time they do this is in their early to mid-20s

Sensory play - Begins in their early-mid 20s as they travel more often and use their environment to turn the other on

Dom and sub - Kicks in when they start working. They hate the politics and social games they sometimes need to play in the careers they want, so they channel their frustration through some dom and sub. Usually, it's Tenzin initiating this and Lin doesn't mind because she loves that rough side that comes out. It gives her a break to get hot, subtly disrespectful sex that she would only let Tenzin do to her

[straying-further-from-gods-grace]

New fic idea 💡👉👈🥺

So um

Human!AU Trans!Alastor raised by Husk and Rosie to be strong and independent

Gets pregnant.

Whether from consensual or non consensual sex idk yet.

I'm currently a trans author who's ovulating and I don't EVER in a million years plan to have children. But ummm. Alastor can!

The main plot will be Valentino stepping up.

Because I want this to be Valastor, cause I want it! *stomps foot*

The real question is why does he wanna step up 🤔ᴴᴹ

I have 3 options hwre

1) the baby is his and his parents would fucking kill him (in this case the sex is consensual) (OR the baby is Vox and Vox is like "Fuck that shit" and Valentino steps up attempting to make Vox jelly, and it works! But oops he's fallen in love!)

2) Alastor, a semi famous singer or dancer or something, being publicly shamed outside of a planned Parenthood after going there for a test. And Valentino whose mama did NOT raise him to stand back during an injustice, and is also famous but for his Casanova stage image in lots of sexy hot movies (both X rated and theatre approved. I'm making him an actor ;p), steps in and rescues him, maybe even punches a protestor or reporter or something. And um. They're all over the news about their apparent "affair" and how Alastor is another of Valentinos flings and Alastor is apparently such a whore now (even though this is his first scandal), and Valentino is like shit. I made it a looot worse than if I did nothing... So he vows to stay by Alastors side, at least until the birth, to try and make it smoother for him, like, shield the rumors (maybe the real baby daddy is some low level shit who took advantage of Al, and is tryna get popularity by being the one to get Al pregnant) and they ya know. Fall in love UwU

3) Alastor gets drugged, and left used in Valentinos bedroom at his college dorm/frat. And Valentino stumbles in drunk, gets in bed with him, and they wake up, naked, with hints of sex having happened. And so Valentino steps up when Alastor finds out he's pregnant- thinking it's his. UwU

SO

Any OTHER suggestions ARE SOOO WELCOMED!

And I'd just like to know which of these y'all would prefer to see!!!

Thank youuu

Other things involved but the main plot I'd also love ideas!!!!

In this I'm gonna keep my Rosie/Velvet and Husk/Angel ships where they're half their age and is their younger sugar babies but in this they're not seperate they're happily in an open marriage UwU

Ummm. That's non negotiable. UwU

[helluvapurf]

Oop, almost forgot to post this here as well the other day glkjk Buuut guess who finally got to finishing another Reimagined AU design?~ This time of everyone's favorite icy brother-in-law, Andrealphus 💙❄️as a nice lil follow-up to the previous set of redesigns I did for Stolas & his family.

Now, keep in mind I by no means "hate" Andre's canon design as-is (*mainly thanks to all the pretty fanart I've seen from other fans*)... buuut at the same time, it just kinda stumps me how its meant to work as a sibling concept for Stella? .w.; From the heart-shaped face shape & pupiless eyes, I legit thought he was meant to be Stolas' brother before I read his initial intro description lol. Not to say siblings have to look 100% alike, mind you... buuut just a lil more visual clarity could've went a long way to distinguish them as 'family' imo. That along with the... weird "Evil Elsa"-inspired hair, robe & a whole crown (when he's not even a royal himself...?) on top of everything else... ehhhhh .w.;; the vibe together didn't really do it for me, I'm afraid 🤷‍♀️

-Soooo yeah, tangent aside here's my own personal take on Andre's look in my AU~. Made him physically a mix between a Snowy Owl & a Peacock (*I HC him and Stella as half-siblings btw, as she had a Swan mother herself*), gave him more of a "fancy mathmetician" vibes with the pointer stick & glasses ('cause his OG demon lore had him involved with alot of math, apparently? :o), styled up his face markings & hair to resemble more to his sister, aaaand just for fun I decided to give him some green accents to contrast from the rest of his icy/blue colors... 'cause yknow, "Green with Envy"~ lol ;p

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

The Abhorred | Adar/OC (part 2)

Summary: It is a moment Maethoriel never imagined, but the empty raiment at her feet proves that it had, indeed, come to pass. Sauron is dead. She should feel relief, but all that she knows instead is a sense of fear over a world that will see not only herself, but her companions as monsters to be eradicated at any cost. It is a fear that will pull her away from the only one who ever kept her safe. And she is hardly blind to how holding on to that fear almost certainly risks keeping her forever adrift from the one that she loves.

Warnings: angst, some hints of Stockholm syndrome, references to torture, creepy Sauron being creepy, mind games and manipulation, removal of free will, murder, some blood and gore, it's gonna get pretty dark in here, folks. Warnings will be updated as the series goes on.

Tag-list: @humongousgalaxycoffee, @emo--chanel

Author's note: so...the finale happened. And I'm still grieving. Apparently, instead of working on my Western AU like initially planned, I chose to channel that grief here. In probably a very angsty and potentially unhealthy way. Oops? Hopefully you enjoy, either way? Adar and Mae certainly don't have an easy journey ahead of them, but I'm going to try my very best to make their ending a somewhat happy one.

Part One

In the dream, everything has gone dark.

Glancing about, desperate for even a hint of light to see by, Maethoriel finds nothing. She waits, somewhat impatiently, for her eyes to adjust, and takes note of the sound of dripping water coming from somewhere to her left.

A memory stirs in the far reaches of her mind as the drips grow louder. Stronger, with each passing breath, and yet even so, she cannot quite reach it. She cannot bring it forth to see what details it may contain.

Instead, despite the haunting familiarity that now plagues her—the sense that she ought to know precisely where she is, and why—Maethoriel pushes past it. She resolves to keep it from overwhelming her as she turns toward the sound of dripping water, and moves forward.

Her footsteps carry her slowly, ever mindful of the feel of the ground beneath her to avoid stumbling in her path. She skirts around obstructions, here and there, despite being unable to place exactly what they might be.

She manages quite a distance, even with her vision so obstructed, though she is not blind to how odd that singular reality is, given her keen eyesight in nearly every other aspect. Her fingertips trace idly against the cool stone near her side. The act allows her to feel her way along, growing ever closer to the dripping sound, but with each step, her apprehension becomes more and more apparent. She can feel the icy tendrils of dread lacing their way down her spine.

The memory that had taunted her with its elusiveness, before, returns to torment her, bringing a pause to her steps where before, there had been none. And as she turns what must be a corner in the passageway she is navigating in the darkness, her very breath is suddenly all but stolen from her lungs.

Now she knows what it was that she had been missing. Why the memory had chosen this particular moment to resurface. She knows it, without any doubt.

She has been here before. In truth, she is a fool to have failed to notice it until now, the eerie sensation of familiarity that had plagued her now seeming to chafe against her skin like salt ground against an open wound. The darkness eases, bit by bit, revealing to her a vast chamber. Surrounded by stone rising skyward on all sides, it causes her to feel as it always has. Small. Insignificant. Worthless, in the grand scheme of a plan she had been pulled into by brutal force alone.

All of it had been carefully crafted by another. One whose name she hardly ever dared to speak aloud. And even as she tries to fight against it, that same power is what beckons her forward, now.

"How I have missed you, Maethoriel."

The voice is enough to have Maethoriel faltering again, even with the inexorable weight of something inside of her that continues pulling her forward, her skin prickling as the figure standing near the front of the chamber turns to face her, head-on. Familiar eyes rove over her, drinking in every last bit of her frame, and turning her stomach over in the process. Beneath that wandering gaze, she can feel the ghost-like traces of fingertips against her skin, regardless of how he stands feet away from her, now.

It is a touch that burns like fire, phantom though it may be, chasing away even the smallest remnants of whatever hope may still have resided inside her. Hope that she could have escaped this—creature—that dogs her every step, even in her dreams.

Despair coils like a vice around her heart, the ragged gasp that escapes her seeming to echo in the very stones of the chamber itself. And in her distraction, Maethoriel does not realize that the figure that once stood feet away now stands before her until his breath fans against her skin while he speaks.

"It pains me that you do not know by now the consequences of your own actions."

With teeth digging into her cheek, Maethoriel holds her tongue with as much strength as she dares allow, the defiance that flares to the surface and warms her skin from beneath a thing she knows will surely bring her nothing but pain. Some small, distant part of her clamors for her to realize that this is not real. That it cannot possibly be, given the one standing before her now is dead.

Still, she cannot seem to free herself of the paralyzing fear that sifts through her veins as one long finger brushes aside a stray tendril of her hair. As it grazes against the skin of her cheek in the process.

Fire blazes beneath her skin, and even then, Maethoriel cannot move, her only thought being to continue keeping her silence. To continue, even when the eyes of the one before her narrow in suspicion over her reaction, or rather, lack thereof, as a result.

"Do you not wish to atone for them?"

"I—"

Unbidden, the response she wishes so badly to utter dies off in her throat. Her eyes blow wide as she realizes the constricting sensation that seems to halt all thought of speech is coming from him.

Though he has not moved a muscle, the ghost of his touch still lingers against her skin, grazing from her cheek, to her jawline, and then seeming to settle in a grip that tightens like an invisible vice against her throat. In a clear bid to prove precisely how powerless she truly is against him, he continues to hold her in such a way for a moment or two longer.

The thinnest of smiles grace his lips, pulling them upward, as her lungs are closed off from all thought of drawing in further air, and then suddenly, the pressure against her throat seems to release. The haunting smile fades, and returns back to a cool sort of distance once more.

"There is only one way, Maethoriel. Come."

Her feet seem driven to follow after him, regardless of how instinct all but screams that she should not, dread settling heavy inside of her gut with each movement she makes. She knows, somehow, that every step is accomplished by his will, and it alone.

Even so, she cannot hope to stop it, no matter how fiercely she might wish to leave this place, never to look upon it again. The unseen chain tethering her to her companion's very will still dangles between them, pulling her along in his wake. And when he finally leads her out of the hall completely, and into the chamber resting beyond, her heart lurches upward to land somewhere at the base of her throat.

The two of them are no longer alone. Perhaps, in truth, they never had been. A third figure stands at the chamber's center, half-shrouded in shadow, and it is a figure that Maethoriel knows she would recognize, even if she were blind.

Adar.

Brow furrowed, Maethoriel finally seems capable of freeing herself from that invisible chain pulling her along in Sauron's wake. Her faltering steps slow to a stop, Sauron a mere hairsbreadth away, ever watchful.

Adar turns toward her then, his expression unreadable, and her heart aches at the distance she can feel growing ever stronger between them. It becomes more difficult to remember this is a dream, when the wariness beneath his gaze seems so real.

Her mouth opens, then, to plead with him. To say something—anything—to pull that wariness from him as poison is drawn from a wound.

Everything in her has Maethoriel wanting him to look upon her as he had, before. As he had done when they found rare moments, alone, without any of his children, or their master, looking on, but before even a singular word might escape her, she feels the haunting presence of Sauron at her side once more.

"It would seem you are not the only one who has betrayed me," He murmurs, a certain coldness slipping into his tone as he regards Maethoriel for one final moment, before shifting his attention to Adar, instead, "It pains me greatly to witness two of my most trusted lieutenants take their punishment, and yet I can see no other alternative."

Confusion apparent in her expression, Maethoriel tears her gaze away from Adar's taller frame until it rests upon the one who stands at her side, instead. She drinks in the satisfaction that creeps across his features, darkening them more than she ever believed possible.

Again, her stomach turns over in dread, the cold threads of suspicion beginning to wind themselves together inside her mind. Her body senses the trap mere moments before it is sprung.

Muscles tense. Her hand reaches for her belt to find a weapon, fingers striking against empty air as despair threatens to take hold.

Bile burns at the back of her throat while Sauron moves inexorably forward. Toward Adar, and away from her in a way that leaves her almost unbearably cold, and she knows.

She knows what is coming, before the deed is ever put into motion.

"Step forward, Maethoriel."

As before, her feet move without even a wisp of her consent, her heartbeat thundering along in her ears while she remains powerless to protest. Powerless to speak against what comes, despite the ever present screaming of her fear and defiance that mingle, and echo inside of her mind.

Horror steals through her veins as she catches the glint of metal in the shadows. A blade held out to her, handle-first, in Sauron's hand. He wants her to seize it. She can feel the compulsion behind his stare, pulling her ever forward. Commanding her compliance, without question.

Shaking fingertips reach for that handle, while her breaths come quicker, searing in her throat until they become nothing more than ragged gasps. Her lungs burn with the power of it, and Maethoriel trembles for a moment as she realizes that the force that was pulling her forward seems different, somehow. Almost—weaker, by comparison to what it had felt like mere moments before.

Sauron would never give her a weapon, willingly. Not unless he intended for her to use it against someone else. And the only other person in the chamber with them is the very one her soul all but forbids her to harm.

The knowledge seems to shatter some of the hold that had been unbreakable over her, the unyielding pressure that lent inevitability to her movements fading away, bit by bit. Whether this unforeseen power is granted to her solely because this is a dream, or if it is something she might have possessed all along, Maethoriel cannot tell. She cannot begin to understand its source, but she is hardly foolish enough to refuse its call. Not when she knows every second of delay will risk discovery.

As quickly and unwillingly as her hand had reached out for the blade, Maethoriel now finds herself capable of wrenching it back to her side. From the corner of her eye, she registers Adar's flinch of surprise, but her focus remains entirely their master, regardless.

She can see the precise moment in which Sauron registers her intent, but even then, she is not deterred, the sudden strength that permits her to defy him bristling behind the clarity of a single word.

"No."

A strange sort of determination settles over her in the wake of speaking, even with the blazing fury she can see so clearly in Sauron's eyes. For her, defiance had always been out of reach, in the past, a thing she often dreamed of, but never truly put in motion, and he knows it. He knows it as well as he knows his many names.

Now, however, something is different. As though the dream grants her a sort of courage she had never possessed before. And it is that courage that keeps her standing, even when she feels the familiar constriction of Sauron's power coiling around her throat once more.

"You seek to defy me? Me, who has only ever seen to your safety and survival?"

She does not reply. She cannot, and Sauron knows this, eyes glittering as he watches her struggle instinctively to take a breath. He maintains the pressure around her throat with effortless ease, one hand lifting as a motion from the corner of her eye proves Adar is moving forward. Trying to intervene.

Fear flares to life within her at the thought. At any consideration of the consequences that may come about as a result, but Maethoriel can do nothing to stop them. She can do nothing, as lack of air finally drives her to her knees, her vision darkening at the corners while her fear slithers through her veins like some venomous snake, poised, and ready to deliver the killing blow.

For one, almost blissful moment, she wonders if this is the end. The end of the dream, or the end of her life. But as her vision goes fully dark, she is also aware of something else. The sound of footsteps. A blade, sliding into flesh. That same blade, being forcibly removed from the wound, and the splatter of blood against the stone floor.

In the aftermath, the pressure constricting her throat appears to ease. Vision slowly returns to her, though as soon as it does, Maethoriel fervently wishes that it would not. The very thing she had feared has now come to pass, her eyes locking on the bloom of black spreading across the rings of chainmail whose links she knew with far more familiarity than was wise.

A choked sob escapes as Adar's gaze meets hers, his taller frame seeming to crumple as she rushes forward to catch him as he falls. Whatever strength she had always found in him appears to recede, whether she would stop that singular event by giving up her own life or not.

Maethoriel falls to her knees with him, hands splayed open against his chest to keep him as steady as she can. Tears burn at the corners of her eyes, and an altogether different pressure takes its place at the base of her throat. The sort of pressure inherent in a barely concealed sob.

Frantic, she tries to stall the bleeding. Her fingers skitter over the chainmail links, brushing against the hole made by Sauron's blade, and coming away sticky. Black, with Adar's blood.

Her gaze meets his, then, a sort of finality there that she never expected to face. And then she sees it. Censure. Something not all that far from a reproach, as well. For a moment, she acknowledges confusion. The panicked motions of her fingers against his wound still, and Adar's frame slips through her grasp as easily as his trust seems to have done the same.

Confusion lingering, Maethoriel is aware of Sauron's presence looming over them, even as she shifts to reach on instinct for Adar's hand. Even as her tears blur her vision as soon as he pulls his own away.

It is then that the emotion that ravages his expression becomes clear, so poignant that she is very nearly choking at the recognition of it. Betrayal. A small voice, at the back of her mind, hisses at her, warning that she deserves every last stab of the pain the look brings, as it is directed her way.

Even still, it is a moment before the truth fully sinks in. Where she had been blind to it before, now Maethoriel slowly becomes aware of the feel of a rough hewn wooden handle clasped firmly in her right hand. Her eyes glance downward, peeling away from Adar's gaze, regardless of the pain that twists her heart within her chest at having done so.

Brow furrowed, she looks at the blade held in her hand. At the black blood staining the metal, and how that blood spreads against the pale skin of her hand. Horror churns in her stomach like the strongest acid, because she knows, somehow, that her defiance, and Sauron's actions against Adar, had been illusions, all along.

Her vision clears, once more. Adar still rests, the life-blood seeping out of him, and soaking into the fabric of her skirts as she kneels beside him, but where before, she had presumed Sauron to be the architect of his demise, now she knows different.

The betrayal in Adar's eyes is real. As the last of his breath leaves his lungs, Maethoriel recognizes this to be true, her gaze flitting between his now-still form, and her bloodied hands with dawning comprehension and horror. And even before Sauron says the words, one of his hands resting upon her shoulder, and causing her skin to crawl, she knows.

He may have made it appear as though he was the one who had wielded the blade in her hands. That her defiance had been her own, and not born of something else, entirely, but she knows.

The hand that had killed Adar had somehow been her own, all along.

"You have brought this upon yourself, Maethoriel. Did I not warn that betrayal would cost you dearly?"

Bitter tears slip down her cheeks as she realizes the very real truth resting behind those words. Everything that had transpired here had been by the will of her own hand. And as guilt rises like a maelstrom within her, threatening to pull her under with every passing moment, she is also aware of Sauron's finger crooking beneath her chin, the cold grasp tilting her face upward so that she might gaze into malevolent eyes.

"Perhaps now, you will finally learn. You are mine."

Startled awake by the distant crash of thunder that seems almost drowned by the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears, Maethoriel opens her eyes, shivers rolling through her frame as sweat-slick skin meets with the cool evening air. Her breaths come in quick gasps, the adrenaline that courses through her veins like a wildfire making it near to impossible to settle. To calm. And as she pushes herself upright, her hand automatically reaching for the blade belted at her waist as though she truly thought she might battle the very thunder itself, she remembers.

The dream. The blade. Blood, coating her hand, and the ebb of life leaving the one she loved with every last facet of her very being. His last, admonishing look before he left her alone in Sauron's halls with the monster responsible for their suffering.

Or had she been that monster, all along?

The answer to that question is one that Maethoriel is not entirely certain she wishes to know.

With the thought, her hand drops to hang uselessly at her side, the idea of reaching for a weapon suddenly more repugnant than she truly believes she can bear. It is a struggle to keep her mind from straying back toward the dream that even now, she yearns to ignore.

Hands dragging through tangled locks, Maethoriel allows her body to sag, her head dropping to rest almost listlessly in her own grasp. The shivers return to her, then, tearing through her frame as though seeking to pull her apart at the seams.

Her throat works almost convulsively as she struggles to remind herself of what is real. That Adar is not dead. She never killed him. That she had simply left him, instead, but it is not enough. Her hollow reassurances are nowhere near enough to shield her from the chill brought forth by the voice that lingers inside of her mind.

"I am your only future. And my path, your only path."

"Stop this, Maethoriel. He is dead. Sauron is dead."

The words are choked. Painful, even, but they succeed in pulling Maethoriel away from the last vestiges of her dream that still cling to her. Once again, she opens her eyes, drinking in the pale light of oncoming dawn.

She had not intended to sleep this long, hoping to move amongst the shadows for the better part of her journey, despite not knowing exactly where she might go. Not knowing what manner of reception she might earn when she got there.

The reality of her deeds under Morgoth—under Sauron—would follow her whether she willed it to or not. There was no escape from the scars she bore that would reflect her status for all to see.

Most would turn her away as soon as look at her. Maethoriel knew this as surely as she knew her own name. Though she regretted every moment of her servitude, she had not been wrong in presuming others would never find it in their hearts to forgive.

She'd tried to tell Adar as much, before he left with his children. When he would speak to her of his plans in the darkness of familiar halls, she'd begged him to reconsider time and time again.

His will—his resolve—had been unshakable. Maethoriel realized that now, more than she ever had, before. She could not have altered his mind any more than she might have altered Sauron's, and perhaps had she not been so determined to do so, their parting would be less painful to her than it is now.

Or perhaps, they might not have needed to part at all.

The thought rises, unbidden, in her mind, stinging her with the reality of impossible hope. With the idea of having Adar at her side in coming days, rather than wandering this Middle Earth on her own. Already, she missed his strength. The steady source of comfort he seemed to provide her when near, even if they must pretend it did not exist.

Adar had always been careful. Resistant to giving their master any reason to suspect whatever it was that had started to grow between them, and Maethoriel understood it well. She understood it, even if she hated the reason it had become a necessity in the first place.

Desperate to avoid giving Sauron one more chance to gain the upper hand against them, they had kept their distance from one another as much as they could. And as much as conflict still tears her soul asunder regarding everything Adar had done to upend what had once seemed like a certain, if unpleasant future, Maethoriel would be a liar to pretend a part of her had not secretly thrilled at the thought of what the two of them might become, free from Sauron's ever-watchful gaze.

A shuddering breath escapes as Maethoriel forces herself to cast such a thought aside. As she does what she can to remind herself it will not–cannot—ever be real. Not now. Not with everything that remained, both spoken and unspoken, between them.

The pain of it all brings the threat of tears to her eyes once more, and she rises, dashing at them with the fingertips of her right hand before they can fall. Despite not having the first idea of where she might go, she clears the brush beneath her feet of any hint of her time there, before preparing to depart.

Succumbing to grief, or panic, or even doubt will not serve her now. It will do nothing save for rendering her vulnerable to any threat that might come upon her, out here in the open, away from the numerous halls of stone she had known as a sort of shield for so long.

Determined to continue moving forward, no matter the cost, Maethoriel casts her gaze around her one last time to ensure she is not leaving anything behind. Nothing that will give those who know of her departure from her former home, such as it was, a means of following her. And when she finally persuades her feet to carry her forward, it is with a newfound determination to keep the past and what might have been a closely guarded secret inside of her heart.

Even if it ensures a life of solitude as one who is abhorred.

[bonkleton]

Fused Frenemies C.C.A.B.B

Phoebe's got some extra phlexible phalanges!  ---- Continued from Fused Frenemies C.C.A.B... Holly looked herself up and down in the bedroom mirror, impressed with how Phoebe adorned her body. Sophie stood beside her, wearing her red and white suit to make up for the green and black one Phoebe had apparently absorbed while the two had been fused together. Sophie was less impressed than Holly, but certainly still bemused. "I like how this pattern flows on my body!" Holly remarked, noting how the flanges of blue and black on her flanks highlighted her hips, and the yellow "pants" allowed the shape of her hindquarters to speak for itself. "Mmm, thanks! I'm pretty proud of the design, always have been." Phoebe replied with an honest smile. Sophie furrowed her brow, surprised. "Wait, Phoebe, you designed your suit?" Phoebe nodded, and since her face was covering Holly's chest, this caused Holly's boobs to bounce up and down, much to her surprise. "It's a Phoebe Lexton original! I've always been interested in graphic design, even in my youth. Back in the days of stainless steel and pastel enamel paint, even!" "You mean the 10s?" Sophie asked. "The 50s," Phoebe replied. Sophie was silent a moment. "Ah right, I forgot the world wasn't literally in black and white back then..." Phoebe laughed as Holly continued to make minute adjustments to how Phoebe sat on her body. "You think this looks good, Sophie?" Holly asked. Sophie rolled her eyes. "It looks great from the back, Holly," she replied with honestly but also with disinterest. "From the front it looks really weird, obviously." "I think I look at least as good as Sophie did when I wore her, eh?" Phoebe asked. Sophie clenched as she felt her body tense into another involuntary transformation. With a single motion and a rubbery scrunching sound, head and tail collapsed into her torso and her entire body hollowed out, finishing with a hole opening in the top of her head, allowing her to deflate into the bodysuit she had transformed into, collapsing onto the floor in a heap. She sighed in resignation, deciding to accept her current shape for now. "Oh, oops," Holly said, her chipper mood now reduced. "I thought you would have vulcanized by now." Sophie made a soft rustling sound as she shook her "head". "Nah, me morphing is how Phoebe got suit-ified in the first place." "Speaking of," Phoebe cut in. "I think I'm ready to get off this ride, though it's been fun!" "Oh! Sure!" Holly started, reaching for Phoebe's neckline. "Let me just--" There was a swish like the sound of a rake running through a giant pool of pudding, and Phoebe fluidly expanded herself enough to fall off Holly's body naturally, leaving her nude and surrounded by a sea of blue and yellow. "I got it girl, but thanks!" Holly nodded, and stepped off Phoebe as her former suit slipped under her feet and collected herself back together. Phoebe's body slinked back into her usual figure, to the point that her head even popped out of her chest as her insides filled back in with her malleable body mass. It was a bit of her healing ability, a bit of the fluid biology Karen's experiments had granted her, working together to bring her back to normal. ...Or at least, close to it. Feeling some part of herself dangling off her flanks, Phoebe looked down and saw an entire second set of arms! Apparently her previous adaptation to Holly's body had stuck? She held her new hands out in front of herself, admiring them with intense curiosity.  "Oh my, these are nice..." ---- NEXT - AU Shenanigans: Phour Arms (TO BE WRITTEN LATER) ---- Thanks to NoahWave for doing this comm for me! You should check him out, because he does awesome stuff! : D Hope you enjoy! ~ Bonkie

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[moonlight-tmd]

do you have any aus that you'd like to share that we don't know? I don't want this to sound pushy, I just want something to read :']

hah nah it's fine! i do have some ideas i have not shared yet- mostly cuz i think it's way too unfitting for the franchise. So lemme get my list first;

There is the Cyberbeast AU, Warframe!Bumblebee AU, Civil!Blitzwing AU, Part-Insecticon!Bumblebee AU, Cons Are Good AU and apparently the Crack AU where everything is chaos.

Now there were few ideas i had but decided 'ya know what, nobody would want to read it anyway', it's mostly about Bumblebee cuz i love that gremlin but here you go!

-Sparkeater!Bumblebee AU: There is a disease of unknown origin on Cybertron called Sparkeater Disease which causes anybot to turn into a Sparkeated overtime. All of the cybertronians who were detected to have it were to be offlined for there is no actual cure for it- Bee has lived on the streets for his whole Sparklinghood, he is one of the bots that have the disease and avoided the extermination. Lucky for him, he found a way to delay the disease and make the hunger for Sparks ease- he needs to drink energon, a lot of it. When he goes to the boot camp he steals any energon there is, that's one of the reasons he got kicked out. When he enters the repair crew he masks it as it being a forging defect with his fuel lines- basically he's terminally ill. Ratchet takes the bait and provides him with emergency energon canteen bottle and gives him more energon. Whenever he starts feeling weak and is easily irritable, you know it's time for food. No one can know, or else it will be over for him. (Basically make him deadly and shove even more angst down his throat)

Now for the one-shot ideas that passes thru my mind:

-Bee as a God from another world, he doesn't have any powers outsite of his world so at one point the crew somehow ends up there and there is a rather cruel Demi-God that took over while Bee was absent. They have a duel and Bee is reavealed to be a God.

-Bee being a powerful creature from a different world- aka, the early version of Cyberbeast AU. Not much to say anout this.

-Bumblebee being an entertainer/host(ess) in a club after returning to Cybertron. Instead of going for the Elite Guard job after they save th Allspark, he goes into what he loved most- which is dressing up and performing. He basically owns a high-end club that's inspired by earth. (If you watch Helluva Boss then it's similar to Queen Bee's house, but dark with velvety colors. The name is "Honey Hive") (Blitz can possibly be one of the employees/entertainers as a form of rehab.)

-Bee having a twin sibbling but got separated with her when he got into Carequarters and them finding each other on earth. (her name would be "Mantis" i think, but that's more of an 'OC insert' territory)

-Bee with the ability to see ghosts. He was seemingly forged with it, maybe a gift from the Allspark. He sees ghosts everywhere but can't act on it with others around, he's had enough close calls when people thought he was crazy cuz he talked to himself. He never told anyone, he thinks he'll end up in psych ward or something. So it just comes and goes as a joke sometimes.

-Now the angsty one(BlitzBee mainly)- Somehow he ends up being so hurt and betrayed by his friends he joins the Decepticons and the 'cons win the war. The repair crew that fought them was supposed to be killed but they are left to be just a repair crew for unknown reason, oh and Sari takes Bee's spot now that she's techno-organic. Yes Prowl lives, nobody dies here. Years later, on Cybertron there needs to be a space brigde build and they go there and oops, now your boss is a revamped Bumblebee. Later is revealed that the building the space bridge it supposed to go is a new Carequarters. The team knows Bee is from Carequarters- anyway they go from not liking each other to being kinda friends again. The 'cons are not so bad at ruling over Cybertron anyway.

-Young Ratchet dating a Decepticon before the war, and them meeting again on earth when they're old. In this, the relationship with Arcee doesn't kick off for him. Again, an 'OC instert' thing.

-Bee was experimented on when he was little and was made a dormant killer machine- aka, the early version of Sparkeater!Bumblebee AU.

That's all for now, i don't think i will be doing much with the short-term ideas but the AU is interesting and i might do something with it. Feel free to ask about it.

[uglyduckling339]

KY'S LIFE IS STRANGE DOUBLE EXPOSURE NONSENSE LIVEBLOG: Episode 5

(spoiler warning OBVIOUSLY)

tutorial episode 1 episode 2 episode 3 episode 4

So i took a minor (like a week long) break after ep 4 bc ugh but im back now :D

highkey after that SHITSHOW of an ep (4), i dont even remember what the plot is nomo

max jumped into the storm ! okay girl yodo

chat im gonna be so fr this entire ep was hella confusing. it was a nightmare but not? it was real but not? what the fuck happened

anyways 2 moons 😍 it's to signify that the universes are indecipherable rn

HER JOURNAL ENTRY AW :( "i'm playing it with somebody new now"

i'm lowkey scared of this nightmare scene. LiS' scene was literally HORRIFYING

wait is safi like in a diff world from us

okay yes rhis is 100% a nightmare jesus fuck

pompedo text but cat is so cutesy

WARREN?? OH MY GOD

another glitch lmao, mose's cig is puncturing through the ash tray

YO HE GOT SAFI'S LINES.

POSSESSED MOSES??

Okay this is highkey cool

OH MY GOD IT'S SAFI NOW?? WOAH

OH. SHES IN OUR MIND TOO ! DUH

max take a selfie quick get her out

BLUE BUTTERFLY?? DONT FUCK W ME RN.

dog is this real or fake. im so lost.

WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES 🗣

oh my god

oh my god

oh

my

god

BLACKWELL

um. why is it max and safi 😭 thats so random

it's giving me and my mutuals when we quote LiS ngl

highkey this is funny to watch

i'm so using this scene for a tiktok

oop girl u dont got no power nomo

OH ALSO !! TRAUMA YIPPIE

i feel like this would've hit better if they js redid the og scene w nathan and chloe but wtvr

JOYCE KATE AND VICTORIA??? OH MY GOD

i bet chloe's gonna be the last text in this

guys i forgot how to universe hop lmao

GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE??? THE BINDERS??

for yalls info, jeffershit got to 24 girls according to the binders on the table

WOAH RACHEL ON THE WALL

more trauma yay

"he is selling you for parts" ?

OH MY FUCK. THE SEAT.

OH MY GOD

"I'm not 18 anymore" YES !! YES MAX ILYSM

yeah okay so lucas is violently compared jefferson. broski one is WAY worse n it's not lucas i fear

the camera shaking was crazy omg

YESS FREE URSELF MAX !!

why's there a giant ass tree here lmao

MORE SITS 🗣

yall know damn well how much i fw these sits

apparently safi spoke but i couldn't hear the audio for her, i could only read the subtites ?

also the music has gotten highkey fire tbh.

it's giving Before The Storm vibes

one huge complaint about this game is the lack of dialogue between characters. in LiS u could spend ages talking to every single minor character and now beyond cut scenes theres like. reggie diamond vinh and loretta n thats it.

AH WHERE DID YALL COME FROM

this gotta be a nightmare bro yall keep jumpscaring me

Reggie !! my fav !!

bro what is a time vortex.

yay that totes made sense ! 10/10 explantion

poor reggie i love him sm :(

VINH !! MY OTHER FAV

Omg wait so they all remember both worlds?

woah okay sick

brother move ONNN. she dont like u

nobody:

max: maybe you should focus on what's in front of you (me) and move on (towards me)

LMFAO GWEN'S JS CHILLING OUTSIDE MID-STORM

ngl that's such a mood. Me too girl.

jesus so like max is gonna have to tell EVERYONE about her powers after this

AHHH CHLOE TEXT

"so tired of being sorry" max :(

LMFAO? VINH/MOSES ROMANCE AU OKAYY

YO WHAT THE HELL

Chloe in the Dark Room core

I HAVE SO MANY COMMENTS BRO WHAT

um okay we're gonna move on from that polaroid but. okay man. enjoy his telescope ig

woah this is a new place

oh my gosh this is a post-storm motel

WAIT OKAY SO i chose bae>bay, what happens in bay>bae for this scene??

this is making me sad guys. chloe come home

oh dear god please not another dorm time loop

bro what is max on abt this is very clearly the same fucking room💀

ohh the painting is diff.

its still the same room tho

FUCK U MEAN THIS IS A DIFF ROOM BRO ITS THE SAME AS THE LAST 2

okay actually i lied. cleveland doesnt have a hot plate

OH MY GOD IS THIS THE FIRST ROOM POST-BREAK UP :(

why is this bitch YAWNING so much. wake up.

woah wheres the color

THE WALLS ARE FAKE?? WOAH

okay yeah girl take a nap. no problem. totes time for a break. right now. mid-storm.

omg it's like her sense of reality is slipping

OHH okay fine. thats why they're the same room. that's kinda chill ig

N E B U L A

baby wake up this is a nightmare

oo double sits !!

fucking bitch ass fuck ass fucking dvsidhjdjd

loading screen.

max not hiding her powers core

this game is SO pretty btw. i love the sky

"i need her" U ALREADY GOT 2 WHOLE ASS LOVE INTERESTS. DOWN GIRL

these doors are so trippy damn

all that for her to be right behind us. cool

okay i like safi now that she's normal again

OKAY CONFIDENT MAX !! ILY

wtf they are soo gay in this ep

i'm genuinely gonna crash out over these loading screens oh my fucking lord

safi is literally chloe w superpowers

yeah okay she kinda got u there max..

oh great Safi's magneto again

oh hell no. max snap on her please. beat her ass into sense

safi out here planning the damn avengers innitive lmfao

what am i even agreeing to.

yes mr nick fury (safi) 🫡 i will be there to join your superpowered team🫡

oh yeah i forgot yasmin is like bleeding out rn

oh my god :( chloe reached out :(

MAX ANSWER HER?? LMAO WHAT

oh fuck yeah guys remind me to watch a video of this part bc i missed what max said abt the text

it's kinda symbolic how in the most peaceful scene we've seen with max, she still hears chloe's voice from likely the worst day of her life. like a symbol for how her trauma will never be fully gone, she's just living around it.

okay ik i was rambling this whole time about wanting her to have a breakdown but honestly this is what i actually wanted :( max healing ily

also tessa rose jackson is an absolute BEAST musically. holy shit

OH so the world's merged? hm

ig it's cool that they remember everything now, max isn't alone w the memories this time.

TIMBID GUY AND GOTH GIRL AW

reggie <3 loretta <3

okay so loretta's grown on me soo much. she's obvi annoying but she doesn't mean actual harm n she's kinda nice

and reggie my fav ! i love him sm

i may have forgotten reggie and vinh fucked (?). yeah my bad man

i'm still so confused. what was real and fake in that storm? what do they specifically remember?

"do u feel 2 ppl fighting in ur mind for the truth" (or whatever tf loretta said) nope ! skill issue on ur part girl

oh wow max asked for consent before snapping pics of every1!! rare sight fr!

that feeling when u post pictures roasting ur students and friends but don't respond to chloe elizabeth price's text

ALSO :( I MISS IRIS :( WHY WOULD U GIVE HIM AWAY :(

is it bc the text. that wasn't real max, i promise ur cat didn't fr send hate to u

good god how does diamond know abt our powers bro

WAIT DO THEY ALL KNOW ABOUT HER POWERS??? HOW DID I MISS THAT?? DID THEY LIKE TELL US THEY ALL KNOW??

max is HARSH with these captions

lmao "Vinh in his natural habitat ; A bar'

bro i love gwen sm. what is that pose😭

NOW HOLD UP MOSES. I DID N O T GIVE MY SEAL OF APPROVAL. ALL I DID WAS LET HER LEAVE TOWN. THAT'S IT.

no hate but why is diamond here and not reggie?? reggie was WAY more involved with this supernatural stuff then her

okay and that's the end of the game !

jk actually there's an end-credit scene (because it's the MCU apparently)

cool so diamond has magic. and safi just happened to know purely bc of a nose bleed. radical 😐👍

guys if u wanted to announce the avengers you could've referenced LiS2 or true colors instead; that's also ok instead of making another character w powers.

IM DYING BRO i've been making avengers jokes and then all i see is a fucking "Max Caulfield Will Return" screen😭😭😭 this is a joke there is no way yall are serious rn😭😭💀

okay um tryna lock back in now, i've got a couple notes:

so overall, this game was VERY if-y. it had some good moments, but the storyline was super unstable and it felt like they didn't really know what they were doing while writing it.

I liked the concept of a multi-versal murder mystery, but once they drifted away from that and started spiralling into the weird Super-Safi storyline it got kinda confusing to follow along

I truly think they had a really great idea with this game, but the weak plot-twists and boring storyline absolutely bombed it. (I guess you could say that the only murderer in this "murder mystery" was the game's plot killing itself)

I also think it had a really lovely messege about overcoming trauma, and I liked how they treated Max's PTSD with the storm (plus her heartbreak from Chloe was actually well handled, which was a huge concern for me when I heard abt it). I think her Dark Room trauma was treated kinda weird bc of the time vortex thing but honestly that was more of a plot-clarity issue over a conceptual problem.

At the beginning, I was HEAVILY judging the music. Maybe my tastes have changed in the past month or sum but now the music isn't that bad (I still HATE the intro song tho) and I actually like the new vibe this game brought to the LiS world. It was def different from the OG LiS game but I feel like thats a good thing since a huge portion of this game is proving that Max isn't that same teenager anymore. She's changed, the world around her changed, and so her new game is a reflection of that.

Also, the cat content... I LOVED customizing the cat, but I thought the add-on was gonna be more obvious and didn't even realize that I had missed the actual content until I went into the trophies menu after playing lmfao😭😭

I have like a million more comments abt this game but I feel like I got all my major stuff out already so I'm gonna stop rambling lol. I still have my pricefield rant/analysis i'm working on and I'll probably make some small comments while I platinum the game but this is it for my live-blogs !! Thank you to my hundreds of adoring fans for sharing these out to world and to the actual 3 people who interacted and decided to try and deciper my insanity ! 🫶

[megamanrecut]

Hello! How are you? I hope you don’t mind butI have a question about the Justice energy forms I saw protoman’s but I wondered that if hypothetically megaman/rock were to gain a justice energy form would he appear aquatic in nature? Cause he likes the ocean and I know protoman loves flying and in his justice form he has jet wings would Rock’s form take influence from ocean life? I hope you have a good rest of your day/night! :)

Disclaimer: this is ‘just-for-fun, non-canon, AU-ish’ territory (or whatever hahaha). In Recut canon, justice energy doesn’t have the power to transform its hosts like evil energy can (evil energy, being virus-like, causes mechanical mutations to make its host compatible with itself instead of just dying. Mechanical mutations an be reversed by justice energy, or even reversed/controlled by the host themself if the host is in control of their powers (like Jewel Man/'Curator' in Diamond in the Rough was getting the hang of, more on that later?*). Proto getting mechanical mutations in The Mega Man in the Moon was mostly related to his weapon copy system (which I apparently totally neglected to mention in my previous post on 'Null' & 'Void' post outside of the title lol)

Anyway, for justice energy alien!Proto, (dubbed ‘Null’ :), I heavily referenced Duo’s original form (above). Likewise, for evil energy alien!Proto, ‘Void’, I referenced the ‘evil robot’ from Mega Man 8). In Recut’s canon, the evil energy alien!forms are influenced by their host’s inner dark side, however there isn’t a justice energy equivalent. So, if Rock had a Justice Energy form, he’d look more-or-less similar to 'Null'/Duo (basically another space-robot-fairy-knight, but maybe with a few references to Mega Man’s armor), but having some aquatic motifs would be cool!  So then…like a space-robot-Atlantean-knight or something. 

Or like, if justice energy did work like a true inverse of evil energy, and transformed its hosts into a alien representation of their inner goodness/heroism, could be a neat concept, though not sure what all that would be beyond my basic ideas of ‘space robot knight’, hahaha. 

*…Now that I’m writing all this, I thought I had made a more in depth post about justice energy and evil energy in season 3, but I can’t actually find it (maybe I was waiting to finish Diamond in the Rough to avoid light spoilers then totally forgot, oops lol)

Thanks for the question!

[corviknight-appreciator]

Hello rotomblr!

You can call me Persephone. I use she/her.

I’ve been lurking for a bit, and was recently convinced to make an account by the local weatherboy since I’m the only one whose internet connects to other dimensions, apparently.

I’m from another world. I reserve the right to not answer questions about this depending on what they are.

I might post pictures of my team, if I feel like it and they do something particularly cute

Please do not send me pictures of fire or open flames. This is a hard boundary.

Icon from the game Coronet

Sometimes one of my rivals posts on here, because he can also access multiversal internet when basically no one else can. He uses purple.

[OOC info below, updated 4/8]

OOC: mun uses they/it. This blog takes place after the main game (update 2/22 now postgame too!) of Shield. Persephone has been isekai’d from another media, but that’s not her actual name. She likes her internet anonymity for a few reasons! The icon for this blog is from Celeste, which I hc in the pokemon world is called Coronet.

I am going to be sporadic for a bit! In universe let’s blame this on the gym challenge, but I have some irl responsibilities. I’ll try my best to interact though.

Generally up for interactions, but might stay away from high-stakes pokereality stuff on account of “I think I’d prefer any high-stakes stuff on the pokeblog to be local to Persephone’s current dimension”.

She will treat sentient pokemon, hybrids, and eebydeebys completely normally. This does not register to her as potentially weird at all. So feel free to interact with those accounts!

Pelipper Mail is on (with ooc limits on what I’ll accept, but feel free to be menacing if you want). Musharna Mail is OFF for the duration of the “dream goes on” arc. Magic anons inactive.

If you think you know Persephone’s deal, or would like to know it, feel free to dm me about it because she definitely isn’t going to tell you if she can avoid it.

Please tell me if you’d like anything tagged!

Mod and muse are both adults, but no nsfw anyways please.

Ooc tags are: pokemon irl, rotomblr, pokeblogging, anything for blacklist so it’s easier for people to track, arc tags (“dream goes on”, “back in the future”, “balcony horse arc” (which I started on a whim oops), and muse mixup madness tags/the tags I decided on for if I bring the AU Persephones back for events, etc. if it doesn’t look like someone rambling in tags it probably is ooc) and //anything that starts with two slashes like this

[indestructibleheart]

Fic Writer Interview

Thank you to @stereopticons, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @vanillahigh00 for the tags!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

32

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

181,061

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'll kidnap all the stars and I will keep them in your eyes [buddie + christopher, G, 1k] the story of who I am [david/patrick, T, 3.5k] now your heart is in my hands, I won't give it up [david/patrick, T, 2.3k] feet, don't fail me now [david/patrick, T, 3.9k] Collect Me With Your Steady Hand [david/patrick, T, 5.6k)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I see comments as a way to engage with the fandom, and it means a LOT to me when people take the time to comment on my fic. So I like to at least say thank you!

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I have never written something that didn't end happily, LOL.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Hmm. I don't know if it's the "happiest," but I think the joy at the end of and we'd swear to remember it (all too well) probably has the best payoff because of how things start.

7. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't. I do write AUs based on things, though.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Eh. I've gotten a lot of backhanded compliments, but not direct hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have only written one PWP (’till the gravity’s too much) and it was very recently, but I've included smut in longer fics several times. Apparently, I only know how to write smut with feelings.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I think that would be really fantastic!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! parallax with @stereopticons, lights like you (glow all year long) with @lilythesilly, and with mischief in sight, we're all merry and bright, which was a large group effort!

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm assuming this means that I've written, and I absolutely shan't choose between David/Patrick and FirstPrince. You can't make me.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I have a small amount of a summer camp AU written for Schitt's Creek (featuring David/Patrick, Twylexis, and Stevie/Ruth), and I totally lost momentum on it because I don't have any idea where it's going. I'd love to finish it because I really like what I have, but... alas. That is not going to happen.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I like my prose, and I have a lot of great ideas.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have too many ideas and have been struggling a lot lately with the follow-through... Though, to be fair, it's been a rough year, lol.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

English is the only language I speak fluently. So, I'll only include full lines of dialogue in another language if it's a common phrase I'm super familiar with (particularly in Italian or Spanish) AND/OR if I have a friend who can translate. Google is great for single words, usually, but it's terrible when it comes to actually translating phrases in a way people actually fucking talk, lol. If I want to communicate that someone is speaking another language, I'll generally do something like: "Insert phrase of dialogue here," they said, in [insert language here]."

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Oh, god. Uh... I'm pretty sure it was Twilight. We're not gonna talk about it.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I definitely want to write some June/Nora and June/Nora/Pez, and just more of the Super Six in general. The lil New Year's thing I'm working on was supposed to just have June/Nora, but it's kinda starting to look like June/Nora/Bea, so. Oops!

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I think and we'd swear to remember it (all too well) has my best writing for sure.

Tagging some lovelies under the cut (in alphabetical order lol). If you have not been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@blackandwhiteandrose, @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @hippolotamus, @inexplicablymine, @jettestar, @kiwiana-writes, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @lilythesilly, @missgeevious, @myheartalivewrites, @nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @three-drink-amy, @treluna4, @vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @ships-to-sail

[lavenoon]

Hi! ✨ GIVE YOURSELF ANOTHER COMPLI- No I'm kidding XD (But you deserve it, so know your writing is wonderful and remember to remind yourself of it now and again yeah?~)

But I come here with an actual question about AU that I thought because of the latest chapter haha! What would you say are the insecurities and other stuff that Robin would share with Sun and Moon vs what they share with Eclipse? Like what type would they rather have Eclipse listen to that they wouldn't feel that good expressing to the boys and vice versa?

(Rest assured I reread comments religiously I do remind myself through those! It's like body positivity vs body neutrality to me maybe? Hard to really look at it as more than just my way to have fun, yknow?)

I think it's less of a clear cut "this they only discuss with Sun/Moon, and this only with Eclipse" - as always, I make it complicated!

It depends a good bunch on what kind of reaction Y/N would want - like with the example from Fragile!

Y/N's fear: Sun and Moon leaving them, for whatever reason, and being alone again. Which is to say the fear of being rejected and ending up isolated.

Sun/Moon's reaction: We would never, we would move heaven and earth to stay with you, nothing will ever make us leave you, we love you!

Eclipse's reaction: Dude, yeah, I get that. It sucks. Every day there's that nagging feeling that today could be it, everything just catching up to you, and then you already know what it's like to not be alone and it just sucks even worse now that you know the alternative

Y/N needs reassurance often enough, to hear that yes, the boys want to stay with them, and will interfere even when circumstances try to separate them.

But sometimes.. Sometimes the reassurance doesn't help. Sometimes hearing "we would never!" just makes you feel worse, because now you feel silly for being scared, when anxiety isn't rational! That's when they need someone who understands, who has those fears, too, and who can tell them "you're not alone in this, and it sucks that you feel like this"

(on a similar note, Eclipse starts sending blueprints and gadgets to Y/N, because he wants them safe, too, but also because apparently being too blasé about injuries runs in the family, and he knows that Sun and Moon don't take the risk seriously enough sometimes. He knows Y/N wants them safe though, too, so he knows if he sends them the stuff, Y/N will make sure that Sun/Moon leave the house only appropriately decked out in security gadgets)

Reassurances about their job Y/N mainly seeks with Sun/ Moon, since they see them in action, and can make accurate judgements about what supervisors might think and how they did on a certain mission.

But if it's just to talk smack about fellow agents that just don't get how to have fun? (Because Sun and Moon pretend they're serious, despite their gimmicks) Someone made a stupid comment that says nothing about their actual talent and expertise? Then they go to Eclipse, because he makes it just so much funnier and shares some stories of his own (which is good for him, too, and reassures him that being eccentric is not just a him thing. Y/N plays up Sun and Moon's little theatrics, too, just for him)

Even between Sun and Moon there's differences - Sun is a lot more action oriented, and will gladly help propose contingency plans and solutions. Moon is a lot more laid-back, and an avid defender of "sleep on it" and ready to hold them for more emotional support.

Not to say that the boys only have those tactics - they adapt, of course. Some problems can't be advised away, or slept away. They just fumble a lot more out of their comfort zone, but they do try!

I feel like I left your og ask behind a long time ago oops

The thing is, it's very hard to say specifically what other anxieties Y/N might share with whom - because their reactions are always different, and there's many anxieties to have, with different needs regarding the reassurance and validation. Without a direct example it would become much too broad, and my brain won't actually let me think about more that I could break up like the one above. But! If you have any specific thoughts you're of course welcome to ask about those specifically, I'm just really bad at thinking about stuff without prompting fghdjs