#at some point they're so closely bonded that they can just make noises at each other (that are neither human nor dragon language)

[journey-to-the-attic]

in the dragon au: the language barrier means they don't actually understand each other, but the brothers still talk to ik in dragon tongue normally, so ik starts slowly picking up bits and pieces of it

eventually she figures out that this specific grumble-chirrup they make whenever they wake her up means 'good morning', so one day she uses it herself, and the brothers essentially react like parents would to their baby's first words

[brandwhorestarscream]

If d16 was carrying in the movie that could have saved him.

OOH I HAVE. THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS

Part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here!

Hear me out, ok. Sentinel Prime heavily, heavily advocates for chastity. He very publicly denounces casual intimacy, waxing poetic about how it's a very special thing that should only be shared with someone you truly love and trust. To give yourself away to a stranger in a one night stand or even casually to a friend is one of the greatest disservices one can do to themselves. Interfacing should only be done with your bonded mate. While it's certainly not illegal, their Prime's warm concern and insistence that they're all special and should be treated as such keeps a lot of mecha's panels closed. The vast majority of them are saving themselves for their conjunx endura.

Now, the real reason Sentinel doesn't want them having sex? He doesn't want them breeding. Specifically the lowest of society, he doesn't want his cogless servants sparking each other up and having babies with t-cogs. It would raise too many questions, and while he has no qualms about taking a newspark's cog out before they're presented to their parents, accidents happen. People slip up. Some sparklings come before their parents can get to a hospital. Some nutcases want home births because it's "more intimate and natural". Some just plain don't realize they're carrying until they start having contractions. Cogless bots popping out babies with cogs will only cause problems, so the best way to prevent such a thing is to convince them that chastity is their best option. Most of them die before they can find someone they want to be with forever, and even among those that do, they struggle to save up enough money for a bonding license. Keeping them repressed and chaste is just another means of his control.

Now, as for sweet D-16 >:) he practically worships Sentinel Prime. He has such blind adoration and trust in him. Orion adores him too, of course, but not quite on the same level. He doesn't look at Sentinel with the same stars in his optics, though certainly has boundless respect and admiration for him. When they're visited by the Prime post-Iacon 5000, they're invited up to his personal suite 👀

Consider: instead of getting immediately jumped by Darkwing, they actually do get escorted up there. It's grander than anything either of them have ever seen, a shining and spotless penthouse with a 360° view of the city, expensive chaises to lounge on and bottles of the finest, smoothest high grade, even a jacuzzi! Sentinel Prime meets them there, and, placing a gentle hand on each of their faces, purrs that he wants to reward them.

"I've never seen anything like what you two did today," D-16 whimpers at his praise, beaming sunshine, and Orion is awestruck. "Come... sit with me."

They follow their Prime obediently and he relaxes onto one of the lounges, pulling the two cute little miners down on either side of him. They talk--or rather, Sentinel talks and they hang onto his every word, each tucked under one of his arms and nestled close against his chassis--and eventually he pops a bottle of champagne and pours them each a glass. Neither Dee nor Orion have ever had such high quality energon before: it goes down thick and smooth and warm, sending a blast of heat through their little bodies that pool in their tummies and make them start to squirm and feel woozy. Sentinel prompts they drink the whole thing, each of them, and by the time they're done they're gasping and swaying. So strong! Too strong!

The Prime's huge blue servo slides onto D-16's face, admiring his dazed expression. His optics are flickering, shutters at their halfway point, and he's visibly flushed, mouth dropped open and pretty lips parted as he pants. Swaying gently back and forth like that, Sentinel can't resist. He leans down and kisses him, gentle but controlling, and D-16 makes an honest-to-Primes squealing noise.

As soon as Sentinel pulls back, Dee wavers and collapses back against the chaise, optics blown wide even as an uncontrollable smile splits his face. He starts giggling, covering his face and rocking back and forth as euphoria bubbles out of him in uncontrollable, adorable laughter. "Oh my stars-" he gushes. "Oh my stars omistars omistars wow...!" His first kiss has left him breathless and elated, barely able to speak, worship and the greatest joy imaginable shining in his optics.

Sentinel Prime has them, both of them, in his suite, over and over and over again. They're both virgins, have never touched another mech or been touched in turn, and their leader takes great revelry is breaking their seals. Fucking their tight little valves until they're wailing and cumming in his lap, sobbing in ecstasy into his neck, clumsily kissing at his plating and swearing that they adore him, they love him, please more, more, more! He frags them on the furniture, against the wall, on the floor, even in the hot tub. He has them both on their knees in front of him on the lounge, licking and sucking at his spike and pushing each other to lap up drops of his transfluid, asks them to use their mouths on each other while he watches. He even asks them to bear their sparks and they do: he doesn't share his own but he's glad to tease at theirs, and it reduces them to mewling little piles on the floor, twitching and rocking and moaning as they crash through overload after overload. Such beautiful little pets, so eager to please, he could definitely get used to having them around for awhile.

When their time comes to an end they've started to sober up, snuggled against his sides on one of the lounges, still whimpering and panting high on pleasure, excess charge making them woozy and giggly even though the high grade is nearly out of their systems. Airachnid arrives and doesn't even give them a passing glance, informing the Prime that it's time to depart. He sends them back to their home in the mines, promising to see them again soon, just as soon as he returns from his next crusade to the surface.

D-16 and Orion stumble home giggling and shoving each other, still adjusting their armor and poking at the paint transfers spattered all over them. They're euphoric, there's no other word for it, high as a kite on pleasure, on the knowledge that Sentinel Prime wanted them and they were able to satisfy him! No longer virgins and instead claimed by the Prime!

Their batchmates welcome them home with a cacophony of cheers and hugs and jostling--MINERS! In the RACE! Their very own brothers, in the Iacon 5000! And- wait, why are you two all wet...?

They weren't intending to tell everyone, but the way they look at each other and blush and start snickering and struggling to explain is telling enough. Ratchet is already approaching with a wrench to scold them, they know better than to let a moment of excitement cloud their judgement-

"Uh, w-well-"

"Sentinel Prime wanted to-"

"SENTINEL PRIME?!" The entire room screams out in shock at once, before the cheering resumes tenfold. Their batchmates got the attention of THE Sentinel Prime?! Sentinel Prime made love to their batchmates! A couple of miners got the attention and affection of their Prime! If they thought the Iacon 5000 was inspiring that's nothing compared to this: before you know it the entire sector is mining energon at a lightning fast pace and they've hit their quotas before shift is even a quarter of the way done.

Orion and D-16 happily get to work as well, eager to do their best so that when their dashing Prime returns to them, they can tell him about how hard they worked and how much energon they mined and how well everyone is going to eat because of them!

When Sentinel Prime suddenly returns and orders triple shifts, they're surprised. Very surprised. It's not like him at all! Pretty soon the miners are running on no sleep and little fuel, some are injured and being denied time for repair and seek medical treatment. And D-16, despite his best efforts, is starting to fall behind after several weeks of the brutal demands. He's getting dizzy which he attributes to the lack of recharge. His servos keep dropping things even when he's sure he has a tight grip on them. He's nauseous, all the time, and multiple times a shift stumbles away from the rest of his crew to gag and vomit in a corner of whatever energon vein they're currently working in. Orion tries to get him to slow down, to stop, because he's clearly sick and needs medical care, but Dee isn't willing to stop. "Sentinel Prime needs us, Pax! We can't stop now!"

It all comes to a head as they're dragging themselves out of a tunnel with a full load of raw energon to be refined. D-16 suddenly stumbles, clamping one servo over his mouth and running off to the side. Orion hurriedly follows him after making sure Ironhide and Jazz have got the minecart.

"Hey, easy, easy-" he comes to rub his back as his best friend bends over, servos braced on his knees and body already rolling with slow, threatening heaves. He moans that he doesn't want to, he's so sick of purging, it hurts, please Primus, not today! "C'mon, just, let it out. You'll feel better once it's out, Dee."

D-16 groans and hunches over further, arms wrapping around his middle. "No... Primes, please- hgk-!"

"OI!" A miserably familiar voice suddenly bellows behind them, and Orion's sympathetic expression drops to sheer annoyance. Oh, no. "YOU TWO! Whaddo you think you're doin'?!" Darkwing is storming up to them. "Sentinel Prime wants his energon, so GET BACK TO WORK!"

"Darkwing, please," for once Orion is polite, one servo still braced on his friend's back. "D-16's sick, he needs-"

"I don't CARE what you think he needs!" Their superior roars, grabbing them both by the shoulders and forcing then around to face him. "I said, get back to-"

Dee promptly hurls all over the slagger's pedes.

He can't hold it anymore, but he tries, clamping both servos over his mouth even as he purges again. Half-digested energon splashes through his fingers and sprays all over Darkwing's chassis, who roars in disgust and backpedals away from him. Dee crumples to his knees, gagging, both servos planted on the floor before he throws up one final time, emptying his already meager tanks and ejecting a puddle of digestive acid that burns at his throat. It dribbles out of the vents on his neck and nasal ridge, and he sobs. Primus, he feels so sick!

Darkwing's response, naturally, is to grab them both and throw them down to sublevel 50 😌 there they meet B-127, and the plot kicks off, though a bit later than before. They make it to the surface and set out to find the Matrix. The journey is significantly longer with D-16's condition, constantly having to stop so he can rest or purge. Orion, at one point, offers to carry him, and Dee is too miserable to protest. Let's Orion gently hoist him onto his back and promptly passes out with his helm on his shoulder. He's overly warm, Orion notices: feverish, surely a sign that he's getting worse. They need to find the Matrix, soon. Maybe it can help cure Dee's sickness! And if not, well, once energon flows again they won't have to mine, and D-16 will be able to see a doctor as soon as they get home. They'll get him the medicine he needs and he'll be just fine.

When they finally arrive at the Grave of the Primes, D-16 is in bad shape. Shaking like a rust rattler, dry heaving because there's nothing left in his systems to throw up, and very hot to the touch. Orion nor Elita nor B-127 have ever seen a mech in quite such a miserable state, and they're all very worried. Orion sits him down on a rock and tells him to rest, and D-16 just hunches over, helm between his knees and arms folded over his head, the epitome of misery. Whimpering softly and praying to the Primes to please, please, make it stop. Whatever this virus is that's tormenting him, please just make it stop!

Then, they find and awaken Alpha Trion.

The Prime notices Dee's condition. Immediately. He can see it, an invisible aura none but the divine can see: this young mech hosts a precious newspark inside of him. Before he tells them the story of what happened, he opts to examine the little one. He's so young, probably too young to be a carrier yet, but he's undeniably sparked. A few decacycles along.

He tells them what's going on, why D-16 is so grievously ill. "Your sparkling is starving," he tells him seriously. "You are not receiving enough donations. Their protoform is cannibalizing your body, that is the root of your sickness. Where... is the sire? He or she should be caring for your needs."

All four of them are staring at Alpha Trion with their mouths open. D-16 is carrying?! He's pregnant?! But who-

Elita one punches Orion in the face as hard as she can, sending him sprawling into the dirt with a cry of surprise. "OW! What the-"

"You slagger!" She plants one pede on his chassis and presses down til she hears metal creak and he goes 'ow ow ow!'. "It was you, I know it was you! Who else would be so dumb?! You got him sparked up and haven't been taking care of him?! You worthless deadbeat! I should rip your fragging denta out with pliers! One at a time! I should!"

"Omigosh, Dee," behind her, B-127's voice has gone airy and light in excitement. He comes up to the silver mech's side, grabbing his servo to squeeze. "Congrats, dude! You're gonna be a mom!"

D-16, for his part, is sat there in shock. Shoulders dropped and loose, mouth hanging open, staring at Alpha Trion with his optics so wide they're at liberty to pop right out of the sockets and need recalibrating. "I'm..." his voice is barely above a whisper, shaking servos drifting toward his tummy. "You mean- I'm-?!"

He's starting to smile, joy bubbling up in his chest. Excitement, too. And terror. And a million other things that he can't name because he's too shocked, but suddenly despite how sick he feels he can't help but start to laugh. Delight blooms in his chest and forces it's way out of his throat as he starts to giggle and chuckle, and before long he's doubled over holding his stomach and laughing with tears of joy streaming down his face.

"I'm- I'm having a-" he jumps up to run over to Orion, shooing Elita off of him and throwing his arms around his friend. "Pax I'm sparked! I- I can't wait to tell Sentinel, he's gonna be so excited!"

"Sentinel?" Alpha Trion's voice goes cold and harsh behind them.

"Yes! Oh- Oh yes, Sentinel Prime, he-"

"He is NO PRIME!" The old mech bellows, and all four of them turn to look at him in confusion. "He does not bear our name!"

"...WHAT?!"

The grand reveal is even more sour this time around. So, so much more sour. The betrayal runs so much deeper, and D-16 is horrified and sickened. Watching the mech he adores and admires so much bowing to the quintessons and giving away the energon that they worked so hard for. It was already bad, but now? Now, he's carrying that monster's offspring. A sparkling conceived under false pretenses, under coercion, under lies. This baby hadn't been created by love and mutual respect, it has been made by a mech that lied to their faces to get them into his bed, to get access to their bodies to use for his own pleasure however he saw fit.

D-16 feels disgusting. Violated. Worthless. He feels tricked and used and abused. He stares down at his body feeling more nausea already roiling in the deepest pits of his tanks. Sentinel had touched him everywhere. There's not a single inch of space anywhere that's clean of that mech's touch.

No one is surprised when he suddenly folds to his knees and screams. Screams with all the force of his anguish, his shattered trust, his broken and reviled body. Manic, he claws at his chassis with feverbright optics, wailing at them to, "Get it out of me...! GET IT OUT OF ME! I don't want it, I don't- I don't want it, GET IT OUT!"

Orion is at his side in an instant, yelping, "Dee, no! Stop, you'll hurt yourself!" As he forcibly grabs his friend's servos to stop him from tearing himself apart. D-16 shrieks a wordless noise of agony, and then collapses forward onto Orion to begin sobbing violently into his shoulder. Clutching onto him like a lifeline, wailing with all the devestated force he can. Bawling against Orion and falling to pieces, brokenly asking what he's going to do.

...

Ok im gonna cut this here cuz it's getting long, like really long and my hands are tired. I can barely move my left side today lmao. Poor poor Dee 😌 hope you enjoyed this nugget of angst! If ya'll wanna see a part 2, you know what to do. The box is open uwu

[ranger-ribbons]

General Ranger Headcanons

Ranger Teams are protective of their youngest members and their Reds. Sometimes, this does coincide, but for the most part, the youngest and the Red are separate people

Red Rangers generally have zero self-preservation instincts, either because of trauma or daredevil personalities

Blue Rangers can be the 'tech wiz', but generally, they're just extremely intelligent

Rangers all have a pretty solid relationship with gender and pronouns. Mostly because they see and fight aliens literally every day and have decided they have Bigger Things to worry about

Reds, Yellows, and Blues are usually always there on the Ranger teams, so it's common for them to be close

Rangers have a list that they pass down to the younger teams. This list details little things like how to help give each other strength to what pain medications can help the aches and pains go away fastest, because yes the suits take most of the blows, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt later

Some Rangers have PTSD, some have anxiety, some have depression. There are, in fact, numbers of former-Ranger therapists that the Rangers all know by heart

Teams don't really drift apart, they stick together because who else is gonna understand what it's like to witness the people you hang around daily almost die every other week?

Rangers drift toward other Rangers. It's due to the Morphin' Grid power they've been imbued with and the Morphin' Grid's pull to itself

There's a point in every Ranger's fight that shift-sleeping becomes the norm amongst teams. It's to stop nightmares, but also because of the paranoia that strikes when you're in fight or flight mode too long

Rangers from space or space-adjacent stick together

Rangers in general stick together, always. Where one Ranger is, another is typically not far behind. Some teams go so far as to get houses together, others just in the same neighborhood or town. Never far from each other, and never away for too long

The Power will never, can never abandon its chosen people. Once it makes its choices, it will not deviate. It doesn't stop looking out for its chosen ones either. Once you've bonded to the Morphin' Grid, you're stuck for life, regardless of being active or not

In Universe, people write fanfiction about the Rangers. Yes, they read it, sometimes they even like it. (Megaforce and down in particular find it hilarious)

The scone the Rangers find out about their Super Sentai counterpart shows, it's on. Some find them hilarious, some find them uncomfortable, but it's all in good fun for all of them

A list of common triggers is passed around to the Ranger teams, including but not limited to: loud noises, bugs, fog, robotic voices/static

Some of the Rangers (especially those who've been fighting for years) get therapy animals

Rangers have problems connecting to people who aren't Rangers or don't know about Rangers. Similar to military or police or doctors, Rangers are never truly off unless they're inactive and even then, it's a roll of the dice as to if they'll be pulled back in. Most of them have been doing this since they were teens, so they never truly got a chance. Preston Tien, Ninja Steel Blue, once described the experience as "playing with a half-deck whilst the other decks are rigged against you" and most of the other Rangers agreed

Every Ranger knows the pain of Nightmares, which is a big part of the reason shift-sleeping became so common amongst teams. Sleeping disorders are also common, which is not easy for the Rangers to deal with. When you're trained from a young age to be fighters and saviors of the planet, you don't walk away without trauma

Rangers who've gone Evil (or started Evil) and come back to the side of Good have each other's direct lines, Tommy Oliver, Karone, Trent Fernandez-Mercer, etc, all of them share a similar fear of suddenly turning evil again

Rangers do not like Zordon for his express need to put teenagers into a war that isn't even their's

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More Headcanons: Brother Edition

• leo and raph are a lot closer emotionally than they seem. they can read each other like it's literally nothing

• donnie and mikey are the younger two so they often bond whenever raph and leo are in to it. they seek each other for comfort even in to their late teens and adulthood years

• raph and mikey are extremely close emotionally and relationship wise. they're each other's first best friend

• donnie and leo are close relationship wise but not real emotionally. they can talk to each other about anything and not dwell on it

• mikey and leo have the typical big bro/little bro relationship. it's clear to the other two that leo tries to keep mikey out of harms way the most..leo will take that to the grave

• donnie and raph are the middle children but donnie's little broisms come out whenever he wants raph to do something for him/with him

• raph was actually the smallest until puberty

• mikey knows just what to say to make each of his brothers laugh, even when mad

• leo has a sharp tongue and has always made it everyone's problem

• donnie leaves the empty boxes of food in the fridge and cupboard

• they all shared a bed until they hit puberty and sometimes end up piled on top of each other if they're watching a movie

• affectionate head pats/shoves

• "donnie if you don't knock it off with your middle child nonsense!" (raph at some point)

• mikey likes to sit with donnie in his lab sometimes when he has nightmares cause the noises are calming

• don't trust leo and raph alone in the kitchen together...just don't.

• "raph! sensei said you have to let me use your gameboy!" (10 year old mikey)

• donnie was, and still is, the king of talking himself out of trouble

• leo's burps put mikey to shame

• raph seeks leo's comfort whenever he's feeling sad or if he can't sleep

• splinter made a chore list when they were little and they still use it to this day...smelly markers (iykyk) and all

• they will all only drink out of the kid's apple juice boxes

• "leo...why does the ceiling have a hole in it? and what happened to the toaster?" (donnie probably)

• they have prank wars and no one wins cause splinter is old and tired (and has had enough)

• they still play fight. not sparring, no no, the typical sibling wwe matches

• leo does the "cause im older and i said so" any chance he gets

• raph does wet willies to everyone except splinter

• donnie gets away with almost everything cause middle child

• all mikey has to do is cry and he gets his way with his brothers

• "mikey, why is there an ostrich in the living room and how did you get it here?" (definitely leo)

• they eat dinner together every night

• leo and raph could be yelling their heads off at each other, but if someone else (besides donnie or mikey) were to start insulting the other, the fight is put on hold cause how dare you-

• donnie and mikey are limited on their sugar in take cause they are very out of control when they've eaten nothing but pure sugary foods

• splinter used to make them yell things they liked about each other during training and make them calmly state things they disliked about each other during meditation to teach them how to communicate

• mikey is the only one allowed to spontaneously hug raph

• donnie controls the wifi and makes sure everyone is aware of his power

• raph is the best listener when his brothers need him

• leo is everyone's biggest supporter in literally everything

• they have deep emotional bonds and trust each other with their lives. they know they can go to each other about anything and everything no matter what

[the-fabled-void]

The genofell kids sound really interesting. What’s their lore?

Cue me rubbing my hands evilly

Senf is actually the first one I made, he started this whole mess

Sooooo, the Genofell kids! The story of their parents is actually a romantic relationship! With my track record of ship kid backstories, that's actually a surprise! But I'm talking about them as characters first.

Senf (he/him)

-short king

-clothing style is punk-ish

-was accidental, but very loved

-name means mustard in german. Idk why he'd have german anything but yes

-his name doesn't ONLY come from mustard in German. It's the 'en' from Geno, the F from Fell, and the S because they're both SSanse

-Bonds with both parents pretty easily, has a lot of similarities with both

-has a walking disability, can't walk or stand for long times without pain

-> which is why he has a baseball bat that also doubles as a cane

-likes to annoy Doomfanger (the cat that the fans sometimes give the fell skelebros)

-only follows rules that make sense to him

-you know on Reddit, r/MaliciousCompliance? That's his way of following rules he doesn't agree with them. In other words, he follows them so literally it's annoying, or finds ways to follow them while still doing what he wants

Think this:

Fell Paps/Edge: YOU CAN'T CARRY DOOMFANGER INTO THE KITCHEN WHILE I'M COOKING!

Senf: *herds Doomfanger into the kitchen like a sheep instead of carrying him in*

Edge:

Senf: I'm not carrying him :)

Ratchet (he/they)

-The 'on purpose' child, while Senf was accidental

-anxiety & sleep issues

-a bit too attached to their phone

-Ratchet dislikes both condiments, ketchup and mustard, they're a mayonnaise heathen

-They're constantly doing something with their hands

-He analyses!!! Everything!!! Sits and watches and analyses and jumps to conclusions sometimes, even if they're wrong

-Doomfanger is around him constantly. That cat is so protective of him

-He wants to talk fast but keeps stumbling over words, so he just stays silent mostly

-They hear electricity and get overstimulated by that

-Their glitches make noise. You'd think they'd be used to that, you're wrong

The lore about their parents is loosely based off of a roleplay

Geno and Fell knew each other, back when it was still Classic and Fell. But Classic loses his memories partially when a human begins killing in his timeline.

You know what happens next. This Sans decides he needs to be more DETERMINED to stop the human. In his dying moments, he flees to the save screen, forced to watch for a long time, Until he realizes he can actually pull people in

Instead of his original world, he soon sees Underfell, where a resilient, kind, and assertive Frisk shows mercy despite hostility, which fascinates him.

At some point he accidentally pulls them into the save screen, and when they get out, they tell their Sans who they saw. And eventually, Geno manages to escape the save screen, to Underfell.

Both Geno and Fell couldn't shake off the feeling of familiarity as they interacted. They didn't actually talk about it, because they both suck at communication.

Months passed as Geno got used to this new world. Then, a random monster tried to attack Geno for looking weak. Fell managed to defend Geno and get them home. Then, he tried to imitate something that he remembered being done to him a long time ago.

Healing. But, Fell had never done healing magic before, and so, he didn't transfer magic the right way.

Instead, Senf was created.

As they figured out they were going to have to keep him, the tension grew. They still hadn't mentioned the familiar feelings they got from each other. But they were in close proximity a lot of the time, so they had to. And they grew closer thanks to the truth. Thanks to the kid.

Eventually, as Geno and Fell grew closer thanks to the baby, they decided to have a second one. This time, on purpose. And that's how Ratchet is made.

Bonus fun facts :)

Ratch and Senf are irish twins

Senf is older but shorter

Ratch harbors a jealousy for Senf, even if he does love him

They feel forgotten, left behind, and like they're less loved in comparison to Senf

Senf is aware that his parents struggle to bond with Ratchet. He's aware of the resentment too, but he feels like bringing it up will only make everything worse

Senf blames himself for it

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Luci Interacts Pt 2

technically it's the next day so technically I'm allowed to draw so- yeah I'll stop making excuses, I was so sooo bored

So! This is how Luci interacts with the Mad Dogz (there's a lot of reading, so just a heads up)

Luci: sigh "I hate how much you get me." Raph: "Ha ha! Really? Glad we can relate to each other."

When Luci first saw Raph, she thought he was so badass and be cool and spunky. Needless to say that she was immediately disappointed when she learned that he was a more of a softie, and she kind of dismissed any interactions with him. That is until she goes to their lair for the first time and sees his room and her eyes go to his stuffed toy collection. Raph would ramble on and on about them, and Luci would get invested. Luci doesn't fully understand the appeal, but when he gifts her a plush, she finds it oddly comforting and is always somewhere within her reach when she goes to bed. Their relationship expanded from there with Raph's room becoming another one of her safe spaces. Luci and Raph would relate with each other's anger issues (someone clearly having it much worse) and he would be one of the only people she'd talk about some of her issues with. Raph even shows her methods to deal with her short temper, which doesn't really work but the effort is what counts. Their bond is close but they don't do much aside from these small therapeutic talks in Raph's room. They have small talk, but don't have that much in common.

"I find Raph to be kind, and not in the suspicious way like that Beaver, and compassionate. He's a good friend to have and his fiery spirit to fighting makes him even cooler! I gotta have him teach me some moves. Maybe I can kick that trash eater's *** if I do. Speaking of him, the big guy loses some points for being all buddy buddy with the trash eater. Though knowing him.. it can't be helped so.. I don't hold it against him harshly."

Luci: "We're definitely killing this guy, right?" Donnie: "Oh we are going to ANNIHILATE them, my friend."

Luci is the closets with Donnie! She finds his sarcasm very charming and his sass being on the same level as hers. These two would verbally destroy ANYONE if they stood in the way (they're the mean girls). When they first met, Luci wasn't interested in him at all since he kept to himself. It was only when she meets S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N for the first time that she gets interested in what Donnie actually does. Luci is very interested in Donnie's tech, in contrast to Pico, mainly because of the lights. She also finds the sounds that they make to be quite pleasant. Luci zones out at everything Donnie says until she tells him to shut up; but if it's any kind of math, she's immediately invested and will assist in any equations Donnie is working on for projects. Her working in the junkyard, when it came to repossessing cars, she's actually a bit handy with tools. She's no expert but she can get things running, even if only barely, so she helps with what she can with building Donnie's inventions. Aside from them bonding over tinkering, they also watch tv shows together, mostly sci-fi related or specific dramas. Luci likes how Donnie is also straight forward like Repo and appreciates people like this because their simpler to understand. Adding the fact that Donnie is a terrible liar, she can read his ques even easier because she's still trying to understand them since being mutated. He's also the most helpful to her when overwhelmed from the blaring lights and constant noise of New York.

"Dee is pretty cool, ignoring his terrible music tastes. He's a bit talkative on things I don't understand, but his passion has my respect. His lab is the most interesting thing with all those robo things. I like tinkering with things in there, mainly big shelves he neglects to bolt correctly, so I tighten or loosen them so they're actually stable. Who knew a genius like him could forget the damn basics with simple things. I try to stay away from any of his bigger projects though.. the engines can be very loud.. And I hate to say it, but I understand the trash eater's point with robots. They don't gotta be everywhere doin' everythin' but they are handy. I like assembling them more then the end results and functions of 'em."

Leo: "Okay okay, you're gonna love this next joke" Luci: "Pff- please no more! They're so bad!" Luci: "LEOOOOOO YOU MOTHERF-"

Luci and Leo have a weird dynamic. One moment, they could be chill and cool and the next, Luci will want to rip Leo's head off. Luci likes Leo's sass and sharp wits and actually finds some of his jokes funny, though she doesn't do more than snort at them. Luci instantly liked Leo with his charisma, but finds him to be annoying. For a long time they would only be sassy with one another and their relationship wouldn't grow until Leo catches Luci watching tv, specifically a dramatic romance (for a reason I'll elaborate on another time). Leo would instantly be invested and the two of them would watch romances, dramas, and reality tv shows together. This grows them closer, but Leo's mischievous side screws with Luci a bit. Luci doesn't understand the concept of pranks as a way of messing with someone in a lighthearted way and instead sees it as an insult. Everytime Leo pranks her, she will literally hunt him down and attack him. She forgives him at the end of the day, but her lack of understanding and Leo's inability to not mess with someone, leaves their relationship stuck in this wishy-washy state of being good friends to awkward acquaintances.

"I like Leo, I really do but.. I just don't get 'im sometimes. He's the most fun to hang out with, but then he does things that make me angry and it's supposed to be treated as not a big deal. I've seen his brothers act the same way as I do at his antics, but we always seem distant by the end of it.. it's so confusing, honestly. Why are people so confusing? It makes me wonder why I should have friends at all sometimes. But then again, I know they have my back so.. clearly it's not all confusing, right?"

Mikey: "Hey Luci! How've you been? Still trying to fully tame Mrs. Nubbins and stuff..?" Luci: "Hm? Oh, yeah I guess."

Luci is indifferent towards Mikey. At first, Luci was untrusting towards Mikey as his brightness reminded her of Todd's kindness. She avoided him the most out of all the brothers, and their relationship took the longest to develop. But she'd notice all the drawings on the wall or the fridge and get sucked in by the splashes of colors. She finds out it's Mikey by catching him draw at one point. She'd observe from a distance before it became their little activity for Mikey to draw and Luci to just watch. It was a comfortable silence for them, and Mikey would be cheerful that they'd be growing closer. That is until the "Nothing But Truffle" episode when Mikey ditches Todd for Meat Sweats. Luci is aware that Mikey is a major fan of Meat Sweats and understood his desire to be friends with him; she even understood him leaving Todd to hang out with him. The problem was that, despite not liking Todd, she didn't like Mikey's actions. She didn't understand how he could easily cast away someone he considered a friend for a person they didn't even really know, instead idolized. This kind of broke their relationship as Luci started getting confused again. She wondered if Mikey would do the same thing to her, thinking a bit selfishly but its justified in this case. She gains a bit of sympathy for Pico when she sees his clear distaste towards Mikey's actions. As it stands now, they don't hang out unless someone else is present, and even then Luci won't initiate conversations. Luci is stuck on whether she can trust Mikey and wanting to at the same time. The situation is very confusing to her, so she acts like how she did when they first met, dismissive. (Mikey just cannot win, can he?)

"My thoughts on Mikey..? He's.. he's artistic, very talented in that. He's spunky and bright, I guess. And he's... I don't want to answer this anymore."

[mini-jiminie]

Can you please share some instances that you think indicate jikook as being platonic? I’m genuinely curious because I can’t think of anything obvious offhand.

Hey, of course.

Ok, so I’ll preface this by saying that interpretations of ‘romantic’ and ‘platonic’ are very subjective. For two people who haven’t explicitly confirmed a romantic relationship and probably never will, we can only view their bond through a subjective lens and speculate.

My viewpoint on jkk is that - at the least - they’re extremely close friends with oddly loose boundaries. Could they occasionally explore eachother’s bodies and make out? Sure! Honestly, with the way they move, I wouldn’t be surprised.

When we look at their relationship, we shouldn’t make judgements based on isolated instances or compilations of ‘romantic’ moments. That’s what the neighbours like to do (tkkrs). When I watch original and ot7 content, just based on observing them during the behind the scenes documentaries or during run episodes - outside the occasional shocking antics - they can come off as simply platonic friends. This is my personal observation from years of consuming content. There’s nothing wrong with seeing a moment as platonic because, everything they do doesn’t have to be viewed through a romantic lens.

Another thing is them taking some time away from eachother during late 2022-mid 2023. It’s something candidly discussed in ays; how jk felt as if they wouldn’t have met up hadn’t it been for the show. Leading up to that first filming, we’d see jm frequently in the comments of jk’s live. Jk would ask him to come and hang out on multiple occasions but seemingly, nothing came out of it. Jm was extremely busy with the release of FACE but, I was still pretty surprised that they couldn’t meet up the way jm was meeting up with hobi and yoongi.

^^This was at Hobi's enlistment. It looked like one of those dramatic reunion hugs when you see someone after a while. Leading up to the hug, it seemed as if jm was a little hesitant (?) to interact with jk. At the start, he beelines it for Hobi obviously and then stands off to the side before seeming to 'notice' jk. The hug is absolutely adorable and the way they hold onto each other is just 😭 but, yea it's one of those instances where they're touchy but, it doesn't read as romantic to me.

Now, I might be getting a bit controversial with my next point (jkkrs pls don’t crucify me plsss).

Hickeygate.

Look, I love hickeygate. I think it’s one of the most - if not the most - out-of-pocket thing they’ve done. From an outsider's point of view, it definitely doesn’t read as platonic. ‘Friends’ don’t do that with their ‘friends’

…….Not even South Korean men do that *gasp*

However, I don’t think jkk realised that :)

Those two were showing everyone and their mother’s that bite mark. Jm did a step-by-step retelling of the events while jk made helpful grunting noises to the side to express how much it stung. To them, it was a ‘keke, when ur drunk🤪’ moment because, again, they have insanely loose boundaries. To anyone else - namely Seokjin - it was a ‘this isn’t a normal bro thing’.

Jkk thought the whole situation was absolutely hilarious and clearly wanted to share their antics with everyone. Why else would jk just leave it out in the open? (if someone tells me it was all an elaborate scheme to hint at a secret girlfriend, gtfo—).

But yea, I don’t think those two saw any ‘weird’ or ‘romantic’ implications of hickeygate.

Anyways, I 🫶🏽 jkk. I love jkkrs. This is my just my silly goofy opinion heh..❤️❤️❤️.

But yea, where I get ‘potentially platonic’ is from looking at the in-between moments in their documentaries and variety content. These are the moments in between moments of high shock value. I’ve said this before but, what I find so fascinating about jkk is that ambiguity that surrounds them. Jkk’s dynamic is so distinct from their dynamics with the other boys. I’m happy to speculate whether they could be in a romantic relationship but, I’m also content with not knowing. Their bond is uniquely theirs and that’s what makes it so beautiful.

Thanks for the ask! <3

[bookdragonideas]

About Momo.

You ever notice how alone he is in the Southern temple?

There is no other sign of life. Only a few dry bones and rusted helmets, which are signs of death more than anything else.

He bonds to Aang so quickly, despite having never seen an airbender before. And is eternally loyal. Constantly helping the Gaang, even to the point of straight up attacking people. (Like Zhao in the north). He is clearly a smart and social animal, able to mimic behavior, use simple tools and understand basic commands. I'd say at least as smart as a crow or raven if not smarter.

He gets an entire segment in Tales of Ba Sing, and we are shown his sense of loss over Appa. How much he misses him, how smart he is, how he is also searching for his lost friend.

He follows Aang to the turtlelion, and shows up right after Aang defeats Ozai, clearly having been close the whole time.

There's a reason that Bumi calls him important.

And he's all alone. In a very strange way.

Aang and Appa are in the same boat as each other, both the last of their kind, yet tied to the rest of the world. They are the last airbender and sky bison, yes. But they're also the Avatar and his Animal Guide. There were others before, there will be others after.

The last of their kind in one aspect. But just another link in a long line in another.

Momo isn't that.

He is the last flying lemur. And he is nothing but that.

We can assume he had parents. That there were others once. Perhaps he was the youngest in a dying clan. The last alive in a dead place. How long did he wander the halls of the air temple alone before he heard human voices? How long was it? From when he saw his last family member die to when he found a new family?

(Maybe he didn't see them die. Maybe he just woke up one morning and they were gone.)

How often did he listen to the echos of his own chattering and screeches? Did he make noise, or did he go silent? Fearing predators and whatever had robbed his home of life.

What did he eat?

Did he scrounge for a few small plants in the wrecks of old gardens? Or nibble on small animals he was able to catch. Did he sit by ancient skeletons and wait for the flies to come, snatching them out of midair for a tasty treat?

Was the peach Aang gave him the first he tasted? Or did he pick them from some twisted old tree, scarred by ancient fires, yet still producing fruit for the single remaining resident of the Southern temple?

Did he understand what he might lose, as Aang lay still and injured from Azula's lightning? Did he ever understand why his new pack, his new family, was so excited by the end of the war? Or did he simply pick up on the emotions and join in them?

Does the rest of the Gaang understand what he is? What he's lost?

Aang probably does, it was his home too.

Does Katara ever gently pet Momo late at night, when she's missing her mother and wondering if he remembers his mother?

Perhaps Sokka gives him special treats on occasion.

Did Toph ever hug him tight and promise not to lose him like she lost Appa. (Blaming herself long after the others stopped blaming her.)

Does Zuko ever watch him play, feeling guilty that it was his people who tried to destroy these intelligent and playful little creatures, along with the rest of the air nomads?

Is anyone aware how important Momo is?

[kokorowoutsu]

-- RP: @skullboneandunown

skullboneandunown:

Dr. Mccoy lets out a laugh at Lucky's face, and steps aside so everyone can greet each other. A few of the magical students watch as the group heads toward their headmasters office, and then go back to their activities. A Blissey takes notice of them however, and waves with her lil hand. Donovan sets down the folder he was reading from, and greets Lucky with a pat to his head. "Heya Lucky! How's it going, bud?" Both Xavier and Mccoy give a how of their heads in return to Kumiko, with Dr. Mccoy saying his goodbyes for now. "I apologize, but I must be going. I've got a class to teach. Please, if you have any questions while you're here, do not hesitate to ask the teachers and staff. They'll all be....well most of them will be happy to help how they can." With that, he departs, closing the doors with a gentle click. Donovan lets out a soft "Oof!" As Willow makes herself at home on his lap, and ruffles her hair a bit. "Heya, Little Sprout! How are you liking the place so far? I admit, it's a bit intimidating at first, but you'll come to love the place!" His face changes to an annoyed expression, and stares at the parents. "Teenagers. Some of them are a bit...edgy. Think that they're all that because they go to school here." Professor Xavier nods and sighs. "Unfortunately, that's something that won't stop anytime soon. I apologize." He smiles brightly as they hope to enroll her soon. "We don't have a set policy about students having Pokemon. Some of our students have at least one to help with homesickness, or with stress. The only real rule we have is the size limitations. Can't have a Snorlax or a Wailord destroying the halls, can we?" Donovan points to some things around the office, explaining them to Willow. The sound of a pokeball popping is heard, and in a flash the Professor's Alakazam greets them with a bow. His whiskers are a faded white at the ends, showing his advanced age. Xavier motions to him. "This is Darwin. He is to me what Lucky is to you, my ace. He's been by my side ever since we were children. I can hope what her partner chooses to be can have a bond that rivals you and your partners." His gazes softens and he looks to the plush in Willow's hands. "I can assure you that Logan won't tolerate anyone bullying her. As much of a standoffish man he is, he genuinely cares about each and every one of his students."

While pleasantries were made and Willow babbled to Donovan about her birthday coming up next month and how she wanted to wear the 'pretty dresses' that were in his home city of Ecruteak and 'see the show that the pretty ladies put on to talk about the two towers', Ashe and Leon tuned her out for just the time being to talk to Xavier.

"I think as long as she's kept away from older kids, for now, she'll be fine." Leon looked over to his wife, holding her hand gently. "What do you think, love?" Ashe pondered on it. "More or less. I have no reason to distrust Donovan about this place. It's got a much quieter and less intimidating atmosphere then Blueberry Academy." She sighs with a noise mixed in.

Ashe more or less felt out of questions to ask. She trusted Donovan on the schooling matter, but it was up to Willow now if this was where she wanted to go to school, but considering she was babbling to her godfather, squishing his facial features like a goldeen, Leon picked up where Ashe left off. "... If I might ask, what made you decide to open a school that was well, like this? Unova is one of the larger regions, but you're Galarian -- surely you considered opening one in Galar or other regions as well?"

[elpida]

drabble - eden&henrik - @imrtale

it  was  late  into  the  night,  the  moon  shining  in  through  the  window  and  the  crackle  of  the  fireplace  creating  such  tranquility  in  this  room.  too  many  nights  eden  would  reside  on  the  fur  rug  in  comfort,  a  book  in  hand  but...  it  was  relieving  for  them  all  to  see  the  little  wolf  as  peaceful  as  that.  there  were  nights  she'd  struggled,  night  she  had  sobbed  and  yet  it  all  came  back  to  her  placing  her  hand  on  henriks  chest,  and  calming.  at  some  point  tonight  she'd  fallen  asleep,  her  book  flat  on  the  floor  where  she'd  sat,  but  mickey  was  always  soft  enough  to  lift  her  and  get  her  to  laid  across  the  couch.  her  bones  would  ache  after  sleeping  on  the  floor,  was  the  usual  excuse  for  the  sweet  action.  she  was  there  now,  curled,  uncovered,  peaceful  breathing.

she  wasn't  awake  when  the  blanket  was  draped  over  her,  but  in  that  haze  of  a  dream  she  reached  for  a  hand,  a  hand  that  she  knew.  a  heartbeat  she  heard  even  asleep,  she  dreamed  of  that  patterened  drumming  only..  she  really  had  taken  henriks  hand  and  lightly  tugged  him  to  sit,  so  she  could  wriggle  herself  into  the  most  comfortable  position  possible.  her  head,  resting  against  his  chest,  using  him  as  a  pillow.  for  some  time  she  stayed  like  that,  a  blanket  around  the  two  of  them,  the  heat  of  her  breath  against  his  neck  when  her  head  nuzzled  in.  eden  smelled  of  lavender,  fresh  bread,  spring  meadows,  vanilla  she...  smelled  like  a  home,  a  safety  from  every  storm.  

she'd  make  the  odd  noise,  a  mumble,  a  little  groan  from  whatever  her  dreams  gave  her  right  now  until—  until  her  lips  where  against  his  skin,  his  neck.  until  she  wasn't  asleep  but  half  dazed,  half  thinking  she  was  still  in  her  dream  and  looking  at  him  through  half  closed,  sultry  lashes.  her  lips  continued  to  pepper  along  his  skin,  peck  at  each  little  bit  and  when  he  went  to  speak  she  moved  a  hand,  a  finger..  one,  to  his  lips  to  shush  him,  give  him  the  choice  to  say  nothing  and  let  her  sweet  lips  continue  this  scatter  across  his  skin.  she'd  been  dreaming  of  it—  of  him.  it  was  a  dream  she  didn't  want  to  wake  up  from,  only..  she  was  awake,  this  was  very  real.

"you  can  touch  me,  henrik.."  she  whispered  into  his  ear.  "have  me,  just  have  me..  have  me  as  i  am."  eden  cooed  to  him  and  shifted,  moved  herself  so  faced  away  from  him,  both  toward  the  fire.  each  leg  was  at  either  side  of  him,  and  she  was  leaning  back  to  his  chest,  her  head  against  his  shoulder,  her  plump  rear,  grinding  slowly  against  his  crotch.  "i  want  your  hands..  i  want  them  everywhere."  she  admitted,  her  eyes  closed  as  she  reached  and  brought  his  hands  to  her  front.  at  first  they're  around  her  middle,  around  the  fabric  clad  small  of  her  waist  but  with  her  hands  over  the  top  of  his,  she  brings  his  hands  up  to  cup  her  breasts  through  the  fabric.  these  weren't  firm  motions,  they  were  dozy,  and  there  was  something  so  alluring  that  in  this  state  she  desired  him  so  badly  that  she  acted  upon  it.  her  heart  was  fluttering,  was  this  it?  that  bond  they  all  talked  about?  it  was  like  a  pit  of  fire  that  burned  in  her,  that  only  he  could  put  out,  like  right  now  she  needed  him  as  much  as  the  oxygen  she  breathed.

"henrik  pl—"  she  went  to  plead,  but  it  was  met  with  the  same  hushing  she'd  just  given  him  moments  ago.  "shh,  shh..."  right  in  he  ear  as  his  hands  took  over  from  her  guidance.  caressing  her  breasts  through  the  fabric  until  her  nipples  were  perked  buds  under  his  teasing  fingers.  her  cheeks  flushed  so  easily,  a  pretty  crimson.  it  wasn't  crossing  her  mind  who  might  hear  when  she  let  —fuck,  the  most  addictive  sound  leave  her  lips.  his  name,  moaned  as  a  plea  for  more.  she  wanted  more,  needed  more.  her  hands  fall  away  from  his  hands,  sliding  behind  so  she  could  undo  the  fastenings  of  his  pants.  it  didn't  have  to  be  romantic,  it  didn't  have  to  be  candlelight  and  declarations,  she  just  knew  in  the  dead  of  night,  she  needed  him  and  hoped,  he  needed  to  have  her  just  as  much.  

it  was  so  easy  to  push  her  panties  aside,  given  the  dress  she  wore  had  bunched  up  and  now  it  was  just  her  bare  cores  folds,  wet  and  teasing  against  the  fabric  of  his  boxers,  his  length  tight  against  the  constricting  fabric.  one  layer,  just  one  layer.  his  hand  was  sliding  down  her  middle,  down  her  stomach,  her  midriff,  sinking  across  that  wrinkled  dress.  "what  do  you  w—'  she  cut  him  off.  "i  want  you."  she  panted,  every  sense  felt  heightened  and  already  she  ached  for  the  feeling  of  sliding  onto  his  length,  of  feeling  him  stretch  her  open.  "i  want,  you."  she  repeats,  her  head  rolling  so  their  lips  faced,  so  that  they  almost  touch  in  heir  heated  breaths  and  gasps.  she'd  slid  her  hand  into  his  boxers,  let  her  fingers  curl  around  him  and  slowly  work  him,  like  his  fingers  found  a  sensitive  bundle  of  nerves  that  rolled  in  his  fingers.  her  chest  rising  and  falling  quicker  against  the  hand  that  remained  cupping  her  breast.  

eden  pulled  his  cock  free  of  the  fabric,  let  his  almost  painfully  hard  erection  be  free  and,  oh  god–  how  where  they  meant  to  stop  now?  how  where  they  meant  to  stop  when  her  panties  were  pushed  aside  and  she  was  sliding  the  slick  of  her  folds  along  his  length?  she  was  warm,  wet,  inviting  but  so—  god  so  wet  for  him  right  now  and  it  was  right  here,  how  he  could  just  sink  into  her,  inch  by  damn  inch.  "say  it."  it's  the  first  time  her  eyes  are  really  on  his,  staring  into  that  sea  of  blue  she  loved.  shit—  she'd  thought  it..  loved.  "say  it  back,  say  what  you  wa—"  it  was  her  turn  to  be  cut  off.  his  hand  slipped,  holding  around  her  hip  and  letting  the  fingers  dig  into  her  flesh  so  tastefully.  "you."  that  moment  between  them  was  when  something  softened,  that  maybe  their  hearts  matched  in  beat.  you.  just  that,  would  repeat  in  her  head.  "you,  eden."  she  would've  begged  him  to  say  her  name  in  a  low  rasp  again.

henrik  clamped  his  hand  over  her  mouth  when  he  held  her  hips  still  and  started  the  slow  sink  into  her,  her  walls  squeezing  him  with  each  inch  more.  eden  was  dainty,  tight,  this  perfect  little  thing  in  his  hands,  and  yet  the  wolves  in  them  demanded  it.  everyone  in  the  house  would've  heard  the  lewd  noises  she'd  have  made  without  his  hand  on  her  mouth,  but  their  eyes  didn't  tear  away.  "i've  got  you."  a  hushed  reassurance  and  then—  his  lips  started  to  pepper  her  skin  like  she'd  done  to  him.  along  her  neck,  nipping  and  sucking  on  that  tender  spot  over  her  pulse.  she  was  moaning  into  his  palm.  

it  was  all  hands,  hands  that  needed  to  hold  and  grip  and  have  the  other.  one  of  her  hands  went  back  and  pushed  into  his  hair,  her  body  so  flush  with  his,  her  other  was  on  his  leg,  holding  so  that  once  she'd  adjusted  she  could  slide  herself  along  his  cock.  she  felt  each  way  his  lips  found  her,  along  her  shoulder,  whispering  sweet  nothings  into  her  ear.  each  time  she  stopped  moaning  into  his  palm  to  catch  her  breath  she'd  take  one  of  his  fingers  between  her  lips  and  swirl  her  tongue  over  his  digit.  she  was  leaving  him  the  thought  of  what  her  mouth  could  do  if  they  ended  up  in  this  situation  again  and  she'd  gladly  sink  to  her  knees  for  him.  

she  could've  been  here  in  this  sofa  with  him,  taking  him  all  night  and  wouldn't  tire  of  it,  he  was  filling  her  more  than  she  knew  she  could  be  and  goosebumps  started  to  raise  on  her  arms.  "are  you—"  he  asked  and  she  nodded,  mouth  still  muffling  moans  against  his  palm,  their  breaths  panting  and  she  was  sure  she'd  heard  the  odd  groan  slip  from  his  as  he  fucked  her,  her  own  hips  moving  to  meet  his  movements.  "go  on,  cum  for  me,  show  me  how  i  make  you  feel,  show  me."  it  was  there,  tip  of  his  tongue  to  call  her  a  good  girl  when  she  tipped  over  the  edge.  

it  took  little  time  after  that  for  each  breath  to  be  a  whimper  and  lewd  moan,  a  rise  in  pleasure  that  tipped  over  and  her  her  body  shudder  and  ripple  with  ecstasy.  her  walls,  squeezing  his  length  as  she  rode  out  that  high.  edens  hands  snapped  to  grip  to  his,  to  hold  on,  and  he  held  her.  fuck  he  held  her  and  made  sure  to  keep  her  close  and  even  when  henrik  warned  her  he  was  close,  she  didn't  stop,  neither  of  them  did.  their  bodies  covered  in  a  sheen  of  sweat  but  neither  stopped  because  they  couldn't,  she  needed  to  know  how  it  felt  to  have  his  seed  spill  into  her  and  quell  the  fire  of  lust.  she  felt  it,  the  moment  he  lost  that  control  of  holding  out  and  his  arms  close  to  hold  her  back  firmly,  keep  her  there,  with  him,  no  moving  away.  the  hand  on  her  mouth  drops  to  hold  her  by  the  throat  and  whilst  that  might  have  frightened  her  before,  it  didn't.  in  some  way  it  felt..  protective,  like  a  claiming  way  to  make  sure  her  head  was  back,  against  him.  

both  of  them  were  panting,  but  didn't  make  a  movement  to  step  away,  instead...  it  turned  into  just..  staying  like  that  for  a  little  bit,  they  were  both  spent,  and  it  was  fine,  it  was  comfortable..  close  and  intimate.  he  kept  his  arms  around  her,  and  she  continued  to  lean  back  against  him,  her  fingers  toying  with  his  hair.  she  loved  him.  she'd  thought  it  and  she  knew  it  was..  correct.  she  loved  this  man  with  cerulean  eyes  and  a  heart  she  would  march  to,  but  what  would  he  have  done  if  she  said  it?  would  he  have  frozen,  would  he  have  thrown  her  aside?  would  love,  be  too  much?  this  silence  they  had  right  now,  this  peace,  was  too  easy  to  go  breaking  with  words  that  could  wait.

[glossglamour]

Transcription of the Full Interview Under Cut

Oscar and Felix, Joey and Chandler, SpongeBob and Patrick. Over the years, television has served up some stupendous "bromances." But it wasn't until a woman got between them last season that we realized how big a man crush Dr. Gregory House (Hugh Laurie) has on his longtime Princeton-Plainsboro colleague, Dr. James Wilson (Robert Sean Leonard). The deeply awkward triangle between House, Wilson and Wilson's girlfriend, Amber (Anne Dudek), unleashed so many sloppy emotions, there was no choice but to kill poor Amber off.

That dying scene, which closed Season 4, was one of Hour's most poignant moments. But because the brilliant curmudgeon had a tangential role in her death, it also sent ripples into this season. House is wracked with guilt. Wilson, still in mourning, wants nothing to do with him. House seems desperate to get his only real friend back, and he's even been fishing pathetically for replacements in other colleagues and the potential Hose spin-off private-eye character, Lucas (Michael Weston).

But as Wilson prepared to leave House's side forever in this season's opening episodes, the chemistry between the doctors remained as charged as any two straight guys could allow it to be. So charged, in fact, we needed to stop by the set to let Laurie and Leonard talk out their feelings about their characters and each other—man-to-man-to-magazine, as it were. On October 14, the death of House's father causes him more angst—and we'll learn how our boys first met. We begin with the foremost question on every House fan's mind.

Gentlemen, can this bromance be saved?

Leonard: [Groans loudly] Is everyone obsessed with homosexuality?

Wait, we weren't suggesting…

Laurie: No, no, let's talk about it. Wilson and House have an unusual relationship so you have to explore all angles. It's not simple buddy- dom. House and Wilson clearly care about each other and even House has joked about it [House once blurted to former girlfriend Stacy (Sela Ward) that being gay would explain a lot about bis own behavior: "No girlfriend, always with Wilson, the obsession with sneakers…."] But, no, I don't think they're….

Leonard: Thank you. I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that.

Laurie: I think House and Wilson are closer to Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. What was that relationship, after all? Was it a marriage? They weren't just two guys on horses. They couldn't live without each other, that's for sure.

Leonard: I agree. Or look at Cesar Millan and Daddy.

Laurie: I beg your pardon?

Leonard: You know, the Dog Whisperer guy and his pit bull. They have a special bond.

But the question was….

Leonard: Oh, yes, our bromance, can it be saved?

Laurie: To be serious for a moment, I think House is embracing the bromance, actually.

Leonard: Can you be serious and still use the word bromance?

Laurie: Yes, because what we're seeing this season is how vulnerable House really is. I think it's fascinating to watch House pursuing Wilson. He needs him, and I suppose he's revealed himself more than ever this year precisely because he's so needy. Despite House's vaunted independence and grumbled disdain for humanity, we're seeing that he's a man with real human emotion.

What exactly is the need that Wilson satisfies in House?

Leonard: Why do all your questions sound vaguely dirty?

Laurie: Let me answer the question. One thing House needs Wilson for is vanity. He needs someone to laugh at his jokes. If a tree falls in the forest and Wilson doesn't hear it, does it make a noise? House needs an audience as much as he needs patients for his clinical skills. And I should point out, the jokes aren't simple comic relief. They're quite profound. House's ability to find humor in the absurd, whether it's during an influenza outbreak, let's say, or in the privacy of his own mind, helps House cope with the daily traffic of human misery that runs through the hospital. And he needs Wilson to be the foil for those thoughts.

Leonard: It's sort of the way Hawkeye and Trapper John used to work on M*A*S*H. Hawkeye was more audacious, but he needed the grounded one, Trapper, to be fully understood.

Laurie: Wilson and House are also equals the way those characters were.

Leonard: Exactly. Wilson's the one person in House's life who doesn't have any power over him or whom he doesn't have power over. He didn't hire Wilson. Wilson didn't hire House. There's a freedom in that which is essential to telling the story. It's a relationship chosen by House, not by employment.

Laurie: And I must pay a compliment here to Robert.

Leonard: Oh, no, you mustn't. OK, go ahead.

Laurie: Robert exudes an almost invisible aura of wit, intelli- gence and kindness, but also has that necessary streak of sar- casm, and that's what makes this show work. I was watching a scene with Robert and Lisa Edelstein recently and thought, these are the two actors I most want to watch on television.

Leonard: Wow. I'm touched.

Laurie: In fact, and Robert may fight me on this one, but I believe this show is at heart about Wilson, not House.

Leonard: I object, your Honor!

Laurie: It's Wilson's view of the world that lets the viewer in. It's his levelheaded narration, as it were, that provides a backbone for the show. As in the Sherlock Holmes stories, where Watson was writing about "my brilliant friend" or "my brilliant, annoying friend," it's the same thing. House is the acerbic outsider. It's Wilson who runs the place. At some point when I go, "I'm out," the show will indeed become Wilson's.

Does that mean Wilson isn't leaving the show anytime soon, even though he's resigning from the hospital?

Laurie: Did I just give something away? Oh, dear. I hope not. Leonard: I wasn't going to stop you.

Robert, here's your chance to return the compliment. What does Hugh bring to this role?

Leonard: It's funny. I read stories like these where actors talk about each other, and I always think, "Pffff. That person's lying." So nobody's going to believe me when I say this, but I believe Hugh is House. And frankly, as an actor, I don't believe anyone. I watch actors on shows like Law & Order…

Laurie: Careful, Robert, careful….

Leonard: What?! I love Law & Order. It's one of the only shows I watch! But as an actor I don't believe those are lawyers. I know they're remembering lines. "Did the district attorney ever return the, uh, subpoenas?" Aha! You forgot the word "subpoena" for a second! And they act like they're being "human," but really they just had an actor's mind fart. Hugh's the opposite. When this man gets going, Dr. House is suddenly alive. He may be scowling but he's alive. And let's not even talk about the fact that Hugh's a Brit doing the part with an American accent. He's got a true gift. I feel like I'm working with Carroll O'Connor.

Laurie: My God, this is turning into a bromance.

Where's this friendship headed this season?

Leonard: Certainly Amber's death has changed things between them and will continue to affect that relationship. My favorite moment of any House episode was in the scene on the bus last season with House and Amber. He's telling her in that dream moment that he doesn't want to get off the bus because he doesn't want Wilson to hate him. To me, that's the most naked House has been in five years. He's like a 7-year-old at that point. I found it really touching. I like that we're seeing this new side to House.

Laurie: I do think if House and Wilson are able to get through this period, their bond will be stronger than ever. There's a line coming up that sums up where they're at. I won't give too much away, but House characterizes their relationship with a phrase and Wilson repeats it: "Still not boring."

Which means?

Laurie: It's a rather male way of saying, "We have something special. Whatever else may happen, what we have is never dull."

Leonard: Are you getting misty-eyed, Hugh?

Laurie: [Sniffling] No. No! Never.

Are you guys friends in real life? For instance, Robert, have you been to Hugh's house?

Leonard: Yes.

[Awkward silence.]

Leonard: How can you possibly follow up on that question?

Laurie: Do you want to know how long he stayed?

Leonard: All I remember is there were scented candles and Hugh came out in a robe.

Laurie: That's a lie!

Leonard: Hey, I was just trying to make it sound, you know, bromantic.

So apparently the version of the "Isn't It Bromantic" interview that gets passed around isn't the full thing

So after seeing a tumblr post I can't find, about two and half hours of intensive internet digging, and one purchase from a sketchy second-hand site late (full story under the cut, I promise it's interesting, but also long), I got the physical magazine and scanned it

So here you go: the full "Isn't It Bromantic?" TV guide interview with Robert Sean Leonard and Hugh Laurie

Feel free to repost wherever you want- I want people to be able to find the full thing

SO, as for how I found it:

I saw this tumblr post forever ago that I can't find anymore because tumblr is just Like That with a cropped screenshot of an interview with Hugh Laurie and Robert Sean Leonard. In the interview, they're asked about the "bromance" between their two characters. Leonard makes an annoyed comment about how "everyone [is] obsessed with homosexuality", followed by the interview apologizing and Laurie immediately jumping in with, "No, no, let's talk about it. Wilson and House have an unusual relationship so you have to explore…" and the screenshot cuts off there. Cue funny comment from the OP about the interaction, roll credits.

Except, as these things tend to do, it ended up becoming a bit of a brain worm, and I wanted to find it again. But I couldn't find the tumblr post. I looked absolutely everywhere, and in the process of looking everywhere, I found what I thought was the original interview- a blog post with the full quote from the actor. I didn't think too much about it, I figured it was just a short quote given to a popular blog in 2008. There's a magazine cover above it, but I don't think too much about it, because I'm focusing on the quotes in the article instead of the rest of it.

So I send screenshots to a couple friends to make jokes, and it probably should have died there.

However, late at night I end up thinking about that interview again, because of course I did. I start to think about how it's weirdly formatted for, what I assumed at first reading, was just an entertainment news blog reaching out for comment and getting a response. So I pull up the screenshots of the article (because weirdly enough, the old-ass blog only loads on mobile) and look at it again.

This is when I realize that this isn't an original piece from a blog interviewing these two after reaching out for comment. This is a blog post quoting and commenting on a full interview from a magazine, which I had originally thought had just been the inspiration for the piece.

So naturally, I go looking for the magazine.

Luckily, the name of the magazine is displayed on the cover, and so is the title of its main piece. This should be easy to find, right?

Wrong.

This is an interview in a physical magazine. From 2008. October 13th, 2008, to be exact.

I know this exact date because searching the article title and magazine name leads me to an archive on the TV Guide website.

Of covers.

And nothing but covers.

I spend like forty-five minutes searching everywhere I can think of on the web. Internet Archive, the TV Guide website, any search result that comes up when I search any combination of the words "House" "Interview" "Bromantic" "Bromance" "TV Guide" "Archive" etc. Over and over, all that's coming up are that original blog post and the cover from the official gallery.

The only things I could find online were:

The cover and date of the issue on the TV Guide website

The original blog post that was screenshotted in the original tumblr post

Another blog post that had a much shorter version of the quote, references something Leonard says from later in the article, and makes a comment on the nature of his reaction to the term "bromance"

An entry on Leonard's IMDB page's "interview" list mentioning it in title only

And:

5. A single listing for the issue on what seemed to be a second-hand site that looked like it hadn't had its UI updated since the mid 2000's, with a listing with no date or additional information besides what issue it is.

This is the only listing anywhere. I checked every other second-hand site I could think of, and then some that only came up through google searches. There's not a single listing for that issue on any of them. There were plenty of listings of TV guide magazines, including one that seemed promising because it included issues from that year, but it was missing all of October.

It seemed like the only listing for this issue on the entire internet was this one copy on this one obscure website. For all I know, this was listed in 2008 and abandoned, and just never got marked inactive. It could also be a complete scam.

A few quick google searches show that that website seemed to be legit, albeit a bit loose on quality control (which makes sense, this website seemed like the kind of thing you'd have to use the Way Back Machine to access). It also had an option to pay via PayPal, which meant I could file a chargeback if need be.

It was $11.50 when you include shipping.

So at about half past midnight, I bought the listing.

Naturally, about an hour later, I manage to actually find a scan of the interview. I had to follow a link in the comments of a post on FanPop, taking me to an old wordpress blog, and I'm sitting in front of the damn interview at last.

But something doesn't make sense. Why would their cover story only be two pages of text that aren't even full pages, and why would it cut off so strangely? There was no concluding sentence or paragraph, even though it started with a fairly long lead-in. It also led right up to the edge of the page, which felt like there should be more to it. There were more images in the interview than text, and the fact that there are so many of them and they clearly did a whole photoshoot indicated that they had them on hand for a while. The silly string one, for instance, I imagine probably had to require a couple takes, which means cleaning off Wilson's hair and face, adjusting makeup, etc. for it. Meanwhile, the conversation itself seems like it could have taken ten minutes total. I could have been totally wrong and that was where the article ended, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there might be more.

So I hold tight. A couple days pass with no update, and then the PayPal purchase gets updated with a tracking number. Promising, but it could still be a scam. Whether or not I get the actual magazine becomes a source of anxiety for the next week.

Until today, when I get told it was delivered. And when I opened the envelope it was sent in: there it was.

When I tell you I was happy stimming in my bedroom just holding the damn issue in my own hands... And then opening it and finding out that I was right, there was a missing page... I was elated. I still am, just typing this.

So I spent half an hour getting my scanner to work, and I give you the above issues.

Like I said above, feel free to repost however and wherever you want. I want all this to mean something.

In the meantime, I have two more House-themed TV Guide magazines coming to try and get articles from.

[thelemurinwonderland]

You're Not My Papa, Mr. Hunt! 2

Sam and Reader share some father-child bonding time while they're still in toddler form

.....

You sat behind the counter of the shop, a smaller version of Sam’s hat on your head while you colored. It was getting close to the end of the day, so you didn’t have as much of his attention as you wanted. This didn’t worry you, however, because just being in the same room was enough to make you happy. You just kept coloring, occasionally eating some of the snacks he had set down for you.

The final customer left, Sam waved them out the door with his usual smile. He then turned to you and crouched down. “How’s my little helper doing?” He asked. You looked up at him and showed him your picture. He gasped, placing a hand on his chest proudly. “Is that me, little imp?” Beaming, you pointed at each of the characters in your drawing. “Uh-huh! Is you and Bea and the others!” The ghosts behind Sam glided across the walls, making excited noises and comments. Bea, the one who saved you from Rook, laughed in amusement by your caregiver’s side. 

“Oh I didn’t realize how much I missed children. Although, I must admit it’s strange. Are we sure when they’ll be back to their appropriate age?” She asked. Sam looked over at her. “No, but it shouldn’t last too much longer. Let’s just enjoy little imp’s company while we can.” He said in response. The ghost nodded back, sinking back into the floor. 

You and Sam spent the rest of the evening cleaning up the shop for closing, making sure you got plenty of food at dinner, and watching him do little card tricks. He told you about little trinkets he had found, and stories about when he was in school. “And then, my personal favorite memory from when I was a student here, was when-” “SAM!” Crewel and Crowley’s voices called from the door. He walked over and opened the door with you by his side, looking at the duo curiously. “Divus, Headmage, anything I can help you with?” Crewel held his hand out, a small vial glowing in the dim light. “Have them drink this before they go to bed, it’ll speed up the growth process. Make sure they drink all of it.” Sam took the vial from the man, putting it in his pocket. 

The argumentative duo looked at you, resulting in you backing up and clutching your hat. “No up, thanks.” You politely said. “I can’t be mad at such an adorable child, it’s no wonder Hunt was after them!” Crowley sobbed, turning around to walk away. Crewel stayed behind for a few seconds. “You’ve been excused from class, take tomorrow to rest, puppy. But don’t expect me to do this often.” He said before leaving the Mystery Shop. Sam sighed and picked you up. “Well, it’s getting close to that time, little imp. We have time for one more thing before it's back to Ramshackle.” 

“Finish the story, Papa!” You said happily. Sam chuckled before walking back to the counter. “Alright, where was I? Ah, that’s right. When I was a first year, a friend and I were practicing magic after school, without permission mind you. Well, I accidentally got him stuck in the wall, and couldn’t get him out! He was screaming so loud, I was surprised Professor Trein didn’t come to see what was going on. So to try and keep him quiet, I walked to the other room where his head was, raised my magic pen… And turned his hair pink. Professor Trein had to come help in the end, but his hair was pink for a week afterwards!” 

You squealed and laughed in Sam’s arms upon hearing the end, your father figure laughing along with you. Once you had managed to contain your laughter, Sam started walking out the door. The sun had started to set, the sky being painted with an orange glow. The campus was mostly vacant, except for a few students that were out for a walk here and there. They watched as you and Sam passed, murmuring to each other about what they had just witnessed. Sam walked you up the stairs of the Ramshackle dorm, the ghosts opening the door since his hands were full. He carried you to your room to see your door was already open, realizing Grim was back in your shared space and snoring loudly.

“Alright, little imp, let’s get you in bed.” Sam stated quietly as he sat you down on your bed, taking your hat and placing it on the nightstand. You yawned, settling under your covers while he pulled out the vial. You took the vial from him and looked away in disgust. “Smells really bad, Papa.” You grimaced, closing your eyes and drinking the potion. You coughed after swallowing the foul tasting liquid, and Sam brought you some water to get the taste out of your mouth. “Want me to stay here, or will you be fine if I left Bea with you?” He asked, setting the empty glass down. You yawned again and laid back. “I okay, Papa. Night.”

After you said that, you were asleep, sighing deeply and snoring under the covers.  “Goodnight, my little imp.” He whispered, giving you a gloved pat on the head. Despite you saying you would be okay, he couldn’t bring himself to leave just yet. Instead, Sam sat by your bed for a few minutes before heading back to his shop for the night.

[mc-critical]

I heard someone praise Hürrem for hiding her negative emotions from her children, unlike Mahidevran who cries in front of her son. I think it's a pretty shitty sentiment, to be honest, as if women should supress their emotions and disregard their own unhappiness to be good mothers. At the same time, it's an interesting point of comparison - I mean, Hürrem is normally a massive drama queen, why does she hide her tears when Mahi doesn't?

For me, it's a matter of the distinct situations Mahidevran and Hürrem are in and their different motivations and personalities.

The key thing for Hürrem is her drive to not show her sorrow in front of anyone, which she recounted in her monologue in E03. She knows how any sign of weakness in the castle could put her at a disadvantage and be used against her. And she was also coached by Nigar not to show vulnerability from early on and this mindset is probably one Hürrem followed on with her children, as well. She's ready to hide her sorrows in front of the harem and the more we go, the more she closes herself off to vulnerability. All of this couples with the more direct approach she has both with her enemies and what's happening around her overall. What she dealing with, who she's fighting with, she wants to take care of alone. She doesn't want her kids to interfere in such matters (as she's said numerous times to Ibrahim), at least not until much later on. In her eyes, (almost) no one there is truly capable of understanding what she's facing and she's used to repressing it inside of her and searching for her own solution most of the time. Yes, Hürrem does often voice her concerns to Valide, Hatice, or Süleiman, but she does it because they're the main sources of the separate problems in her eyes. She can make a noise when something is bothering her, but why involve the kids when they have nothing to do with it? The relationship Hürrem has with her kids should be taken into account, too. The kids are the family Hürrem has created in the system and they are a source of happiness for her. The bond Hürrem has with them is outside of anything else in the harem, so when she's with them, it's like she allows herself to stay away from the tension for a moment. In the scenes she takes care of her kids in the early seasons, she focuses only on that. She dedicates herself fully to the times where she can relax and have a genuinely good time. With that in mind, I totally understand why she would have the children and the situations in the harem separate from each other, as long as that was possible, of course. There's also this amount of concern for the kids seeing her in a bad condition, which we witness after her face is burned in E48: Hürrem doesn't want for them to go to her in this state, she wouldn't wish to worry them. I think that reasoning counts for nearly every time Hürrem is upset. It could be telling of her wanting to be a source of strength for her kids, too, as we delve into more in S04.

I'd also say that Hürrem doesn't show her negative emotions to her kids, because of her love and loyalty to SS to some extent. She hinted at that in E58 where she told Mahidevran that "she wants her kids to be as fair as their father" and that alone could explain why she isn't directly setting them against her enemies until S03B-S04. It could mean that she wants them to be just and unbiased, hence they shouldn't witness any tears or negative experiences of hers. How "fair" is SS actually, is disputable at best, but he is that for Hürrem at this point and perhaps she wants the kids to set his example, too. What is even more important, however: she is aware that she and her kids have to always be at SS's good graces. During S03, she would not only do her best to prevent arguments and scandals between them, but didn't tell them a thing about Firuze, either, and in my opinion, that's because she knew they would probably interfere if they learned (like it ended up happening with Mihrimah) and their interference would anger Süleiman. And that shouldn't happen at any cost. They too have to be loyal to him and his orders without question and this loyalty doesn't include Hürrem sharing her vulnerabilities with them and them acting on it. This is how it should be for Hü.

Mahidevran, on the other hand, had been living in a much safer environment she's gotten so used to in Manisa. Right from the start, she has to deal with something sudden and unexpected in Topkapi; something she hasn't truly been equipped to handle before just because it's never happened before. From the second she entered the castle, she lost every ounce of the sense of normality she's had. And it all happens quickly, way more quickly than she could deal with at first. Mahidevran feels strongly and loves all aspects of her former life dearly so that being taken away from her with little rhyme or reason takes a big toll on her psyche. All stuff happening one after another makes things even worse because there's practically no breathing room for her after all the tension. When she's alone, believing that everything could go back to normal, there's some bad news arriving almost always and she can't help, but let her emotions out after yet another blow. When she's around others, she is always reminded that she has to behave as per her status as the haseki and the mother of the prince. And she knows it and she strives to repress and keep appearances. She asks Valide, Ibrahim and Hatice for help and understanding, but while they sympathize with her, they don't seem to fully understand in her eyes. Mahidevran has strong regard and attachment to her closest, so when all of this is so new to her... it's like she doesn't have the strength to go through it alone at first. It's too much, so she gives in to her emotions and can't hold them still, even in front of Mustafa. It's like Mustafa is her only solace at that moment and she leans on him. Her seeing how much Mustafa cares about her happiness and well-being that he realizes something's wrong, even in moments when she tries to hide it somewhat, may also be a factor. Both end up getting involved in the situation because Mustafa too notices that something has changed and both try to navigate the changes together.

Of course, I'm not saying that this is some kind of a completely okay parenting tactic and I can see such comparisons between Hürrem and Mahidevran being brought out by the fandom, but you know, I would like a bit more understanding and it not turning into a competition about "who's better or worse or strong or weak for doing --insert something here--". And this sentiment gets even stronger, knowing not only the different circumstances and context but that Mahidevran developed out of it. After the one time Mustafa stood directly against his father exclusively because of her tears, she didn't do this anymore. And during the situation, she realized what the consequences were and tried to snap Mustafa out of it. She realized how it could impact him. From S03-onwards, she tried her best to protect Mustafa and keep him out of harm's way. She always warned him against making rash decisions and doing something that could piss off his father. She also gained a lot of strength in the sanjack and moved past what she experienced in Topkapi. The type of tension that was there back in the castle didn't exist so much anymore and we had the chance to see what a truly amazing mother Mahi can be.

[greyskyflowers]

Haikyuu: Alpha/beta/omega with OT4 (Bokuto/Kuroo/Akaashi/Tsukishima)

Omega Tsukki having had an altercation with a group of alphas that left him with some nasty scarring that tore into his scent gland/bond mark. Not only was this super painful, and made him very twitchy around most alpha, but it also left a nasty mark that will probably keep him from having a successful mating bond.

It's honestly a mess of white lines and raised skin and goes up one side of his neck and down to his collarbone. He doesn't think they originally meant to cause so much damage, this was unacceptable behavior even from criminals. To mark someone, especially omegas, on their scent glands/bond mark was unthinkable. But he moved and they moved and claws are so sharp and it hurt so much. All he remembers is pain and blood and so much noise.

It makes a lot of people super uncomfortable, his scar. Their instincts just scream that it's not right. That Tsukki isn't right. His scent is affected because of it, people touch their fingers to their own throats and wince when they see it, and it's going to make bonding hard because of the scar tissue. It's just not right and they stay away because of it. Like a wounded or sick animal being left by his pack.

But Tsukki meets Kuroo, Akaashi, and Bokuto who all love Tsukki immediately.

He's beautiful and smart and funny and badass and they're just in love, okay? And someone hurt him and they couldn't help, didn't even know him at the time. All of the sudden they get the whole protective, wrathful alpha stereotype because they're feeling it.

Tsukki being reluctant and skittish because alphas still scare him (even though he'd never admit it. Ever). Sometimes they just move too quick and he pulls his shoulders up to help cover his neck before he's aware of it or bares small, sharp canines when they raise their voices at each other in excitement.

But these 3 idiots win Tsukki over, because of course they do.

And all of the sudden Bokuto isn't registering as a threat when he gets into Tsukki's personal space too quickly when he's excited. And Akaashi's way of silently doing things isn't giving him anxious feelings of impending violence or surprise attacks. And Kuroo's hand on his back isn't just claws waiting to dig in and rip at his skin again.

And Tsukki finally let's out the breathe he's been holding in since this happened and oh. Maybe his scent wasn't quite as messed up from the scar as he thought, maybe he was causing the problem himself. Because his scent blooms off his skin like small white flowers at his pulse points and throat again. Not as sweet as most omegas smell but soft like dew on the garden in the morning and slightly sweet like strawberries warm from the sun and fresh off the vine.

They'd be fine just doing what they can, since they couldn't officially claim Tsukki with it hurting due to the scar, but I like the idea of Tsukki just saying fuck it, just do it. I want this.

Even though it's going to hurt like a bitch and wouldn't be as nicely shown off as a normal mating bond would be, it would still take and connect them like actual mates. Their mark would be over the old one. Reclaimed skin and a reclaimed life.

And maybe he's always a little nervous when people get too close to his throat or get aggressive towards him, but he doesn't have to flinch back anymore. Because he's got three protective mates to back him up and if he backs off, they'll step in happily. One of them is always ready to press a hand against their mating mark if needed, a reminder that it's there and a very soft show of protection.

*You know that they would be the kind of boyfriends to hang back and yell shit like "kick his ass, baby!" whenever someone bothered him tho.

[allens-chocolate-dreams]

do you have any facts you'd like to share about your sidesteps? they're so cool!

Oohh, sure! I'm happy you asked, nonny!

Just realized some of these things in my notes I only shared with friends but not anywhere else, which I'd like to do, specially considering some stuff changed since, so here, have some very random facts:

All my Sidesteps would get along pretty well if they coexisted in the same universe. I have this image in my head of an AU where they're all roommates who act kinda like a fond family trope. I imagine Chris would feel protective towards Ollie, Zenith and Nathane, she's someone who longs for taking care of people she likes and/or sees as vulnerable; they wouldn't mind it as long as Chris doesn't treat them as kids, which she probably wouldn't, so they'd be pretty close to each other. Chris would be particularly protective of Nathane and want to take care of her, brush their hair, help them eat better, this type of stuff. She knows how difficult it can be to take care of your own body when your mind feels like it's dying all the time. Also, Ollie would gift Nathane cute keychains and stim toys to help them stim and focus.

Matheus would bond with Chris over books and fashion style, and share the sweets he makes with Ollie and Zenith. I have this image of Matheus trying to teach them all to cook and getting very concerned when Zenith and Chris almost explode the kitchen (again) while Nathane tries to put something made of metal in the microwave. Now everyone except for Ollie is not allowed in the kitchen anymore.

Ollie and Zenith would be pretty much like siblings, they pair very well with each other's personality and have lots of shared interests. I think Zenith would be very attached to Chris side as well, because she's chaotic while still having a bit of a big-sister vibe and they'd have fun doing dumb stuff together. This would be good for Zenith because she is better at controlling side-effects and consequences than zie is, so hir antics wouldn't be as destructive with her around.

Nathane and Ollie would also like each other because they have a lot in common personality-wise, both being shy and appearing soft/fragile at first glance. Ollie would help Nathane to take care of herself more, and to stop repressing her stimming too, while Nathane could help with their self-harm and general suicidal stuff they both deal with. They could also share doodles together with Zenith, since the three of them like to draw. Oh, and Matheus would connect a lot with Ollie too, they're both quiet, have similar levels of empathy and would vibe really well together. I can imagine them enjoying each other's company in the same room while doing their own thing. Overall, they would all simply be a sweet Sidestep found family.

Ollie, Chris, Nathane and Matheus are great with kids. They're good at maintaining the balance between fun and learning, though Chris and Matheus are more inclined to always teach something along the way while Ollie and Nathane are more soft, just trying to make the kids have fun. Zenith, though... I mean, kids love hir, but zie is too free with them, so it's not unlikely they'd all get full of sugar and go play pranks together, to the annoyance of everyone else because Zenith is great at pranks. At least zie wouldn't let they get in trouble or do anything dangerous.

Sensory issues are a thing for all of them, but differentially. For Ollie it's mostly texture and noises; that's one of the reasons they avoid crowded places and surround themself with soft things, and why their vice is sweets, since they can't eat a lot of things that aren't particularly tasty and safe foods because of how sensitive to sensations they are; it's way too easy to become overwhelmed. The same applies to the others, but Matheus is most sensitive to light, Nathane have the most trouble with noises — to the point of being painful, Chris have problems with both taste and sensible hearing, and Zenith can't stand bright colors and lights, which is one of the reasons zie prefers staying in the dark and mostly draws in monochromatic tones. However, unlike the others, Zenith is usually undersensitive instead of oversensitive to most stuff, like smell, pain, and touch. Hir most undersensitive sense, however, is taste; zie has problems feeling most tastes and can only feel very strong flavors or stuff zie is emotionally invested in, which also impacts in hir vice of sweets.

Zenith is the most expressive out of all my Sidesteps, which of course means they change expressions more often, but... Zie doesn't express things the way most people do. People consider hir faces to be weird or inappropriate for the situations. Zie will smirk and laugh when sad, try a friendly smile and end in a grimace or creepy grin, or sound wistful, serious or even melancholic when zie is really happy and doesn't know how to express it. Zie can smile and grin in a "normal" way spontaneously when zie's having fun or doing chaotic things in general, and zie can pretend most other stuff well if zie's paying attention to what hir face is doing, but in general, you won't know what zie is feeling by facial expression alone if you don't know hir personally. Though it happened before Heartbreak as well, it's worse now; zie can't interpret hir own emotions and translate it into facial expression fluently like before, so zie do it in distorted ways now because it's not automatic anymore. It's so difficult to know what hir own face is doing all the time...

Ollie has dimples when they smile wide, also buck teeth — not big enough to be a problem in closing their mouth, just to make their front teeth very noticeable — and a small tooth gap. Neither of these show much because they don't laugh freely enough for it these days, but when it does get apparent, it's very cute. Ortega says they love their laugh, but Ollie has always been a little self-conscious about this so they tend to smile with their lips closed.

While they all have canon-typical touch aversion, I think Nathane and Ollie have it more. They always need to be prepared for touch and to be in the right moment for that, otherwise it feels overwhelming, uncomfortable or sometimes even painful if they're feeling overwhelmed already. Even if it doesn't cause a crisis, it will make them feel uncomfortable in their own skin for at least a long time. Like, if any stranger knowingly touches Nathane without her consent, even if innocently, she might just shut down for the rest of the day; it's not as bad with people they trust, but still, even with how much they crave touch, it's very difficult for them. Same thing with Ollie, but they can be very cuddly with people they're comfortable with — though they have trouble in feeling confident enough to initiate contact, once they do, it's not as big of a problem if they know their boundaries will be respected.

Zenith has the canon-typical touch aversion as well, but if zie's comfortable with someone and in an ambient where zie feels safe, zie really appreciates it. Likes to hug Ortega and to hold hands with Daniel quite frequently. Sudden, unexpected touch it's still a no-no, tho; punched Herald last time he grabbed hir unexpectedly. Same thing with Chris and Matheus, but they're less okay with frequent, casual touch than Zenith, specially Chris. Matheus doesn't mind much if he's comfortable with the person, but touch it's still not something he can do casually and he prefers stuff he can easily escape from if needed.

Ollie's favorite flowers are pink oleanders, whose botanical name is Nerium oleander. It's where their villain name, Nerium, actually came from! It's a pretty, delicate-looking plant, but very toxic and can kill when ingested. Ollie never grew those themself for obvious reasons, but they saw them once in a garden after their first escape and found them fascinating. Looking back, Ollie can find a lot of similarities between themself and the flower. Seemingly harmless while being deadly. Ironically, oleanders can also be used as medicine.

Matheus is fascinated by anything related to time. Clocks, hourglasses, anything. It relates strongly to his fate motivation, but also by his fondness of technology. He enjoys picking apart different types of clocks to make them work differently, just for fun. There's some comfort in the way the pieces move, specially in older watches.

Chris loves music; it's the only thing that allows her to express anger and passion in safe, contained ways, differently from being a villain, where it directly deals damage. She plays the bass and the guitar and has a kinda chaotic music style that somehow works for her.

Nathane likes water life in general, but is particularly fascinated with whales and jellyfish. There's a peace to them she can't quite understand, but find comfort in. They also like sharks, which is funny considering Argent is one of their romance interests.

Zenith loves anything that has to do with the space and the stars. The beauty and chaos of it never stops leaving hir in awe; it's something that can ground hir when zie feels detached from everything else. A lot of the things zie owns are space-themed.

Ollie is really passionate about flowers and plants in general. Nature is a big comfort for them, and it's why they like gardening so much; taking care of what gives them so much beauty and joy is one of the things that make them the most happy.

This got longer than I intended so I'll stop here, but thank you for the ask, nonny! Sorry for the time I spent answering, I couldn't decide which facts I wanted to share ^^"

[echo-three-one]

Whatever It Takes : RELOADED

Augustus' burner phone is the key to locating Nero but the team discovers that it's more than just Nero that's behind all of this. Will the former 141 soldiers find out what Nero is up to? Will Alex rescue Samantha?

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My Damsel in Distress

"Alex"

Task Force 141 - Disbanded

On a plane off to somewhere

General Shepherd.

The name sent Alex's blood boiling from rage. He couldn't believe that a high ranking official would actually betray them and could still run away from it.

It's no secret that he wanted 141 out of the Nero scene. But why? He knew full well that Samantha doesn't have access over the address but he still took her? And he also knew that this little team won't walk away without her safe. Alex wondered what's running inside the snow-caterpillar-stache's little brain. He couldn't even say his name now.

He clenched his fists, feeling the thick leather gloves he wore for battle. It was a devastating day for him. They just bonded for a few moments here and there and now she’s already taken away from him. He couldn’t keep count how many times it happened. It was frustrating.

“So, which safehouse are you bringing us today?” Alex joked with his former CO. Jack looked serious as always, he never gets these kinds of humor.

“Same one in Brazil. It’s the most forgotten and spacious. No one’s going to come looking for us in South America.” Jack replied, looking worriedly at Alex.

“I know when you’re preoccupied Alex. What happened afterward?” Jack turned to him and Alex knew he had to open up. He deserved the truth anyway.

“I uh… I fell for her, Jack. I know I told you that I won’t but it just hit me.”

“Like a fucking brick…” Jack interrupted and chuckled.

“All I can say is that you’ve done a better job than I did when I fell in love. I could still see your determination towards your work. Or maybe because she’s still involved in all of this.” he added, causing Alex to relax his tensed shoulders.

“It’s good to have you back, old man.” Alex shook his hand and smiled. With all the problems around him, it was good to have someone close to him to talk to. He was glad Nero didn't kill him back in the Gulag.

“Yeah. Me too, and it looks like you’ve got yourselves a determined bunch. Especially that guy.” he noted, pointing to Soap who was sitting with France. Alex remembered how the two of them met at the Gulag and in that short span of time Jack was able to read the whole guy’s personality.

“Soap? Yeah, he’s an achiever. Heard he’s top of every obstacle course back at the base.” Alex mused, looking at the two. They were sitting together quietly but Alex felt jealous. He could've been doing that with Samantha right now. Now that she's ready to hear the truth about them.

"Yeah. He's got some fight in him. I'm sure we'll defeat Nero even with this little band right here. And I'll do my best to be of assistance to you." he patted Alex's shoulder and went back to check on Nikolai.

~

Safehouse 110197, Brazil

Alex remembered that this place was compromised, but then again that was the CIA mole's henchmen that found them here and they're no longer affiliated with Nero. Or he picked this place because no one would think of going back here after being compromised. The Reverse Psychology card. Either way, Alex didn't mind.

As the team slowly scattered around the house and prepared everything, Alex took note of some changes since his last visit. More beds were added and supplies got restocked. Even the bullet cache looked reloaded.

The team loaded off everything they salvaged, or stole, from the 141 and set it all up. Ghost prioritized the tech stuff while the women fixed the bedrooms. Alex offered help but was denied by Gary saying "Your face still hurts so don't over exert yourself, we can do this on our own."

So Alex plopped by the central couch as Ghost untangle the wires, putting them on their respective slots.

"You holding up okay?" The masked man asked as soon as Alex released a deep sigh.

"I'm worried about Samantha." he replied, resting his hands on the back of his head.

"She doesn't have the address, what does Shepherd want from her?" Alex added, his tone raised like a kid complaining.

"I have no idea. But I do have something else. Information on the surprise attack at the 141." Ghost said, as Jack and Price moved toward them and discussed the contents of Augustus' phone.

"That bastard gave away our location." Price cursed.

"So his plan to disband us would be successful." Alex added and Ghost nodded.

"Why get Samantha though? He knows we'll be coming for him." Ghost added and the rest of them speculated their theories.

"Augustus failed to get her so Shepherd did it for him? For what?" Jack noted, reviewing their whole mission for reference.

"Something bigger, I presume." Price spat and everyone fell silent. The rest of the team except for Gary and Maxine gathered for a short briefing. Everyone gave away their take as to why, some of them made sense while some reasons don't add up. And thinking about it was only making them more frustrated.

Everyone looked serious until they inhaled the fresh aroma of dinner from the kitchen. Alex turned and saw Gary and Maxine, smiling while serving up the team's dinner. He could sense something him and Samantha once shared in this place and it looked like the Safe house did it's charm once again.

"Now that's bloody good cookin'" Price announced and everyone laughed. He wasn't the kind of person to say those kinds of things, but he did, and it was all they needed to ease the tension of not knowing what's next.

They never gathered like this before, together, happy and noisy. The two oldies sat on the opposite edges of the round table while Soap, France, Gary and Maxine sat beside each other on the left. Simon and Alex sat on the other side, an empty chair resided beside them.

"Don't worry lad, we'll rescue her." Price muttered and Jack nodded. Alex smiled as they started to eat some food.

"Hold on a minute!" Soap exclaimed causing everyone to halt.

"Thank you Lord for thy blessings which we are about to receive. Amen." he muttered while everyone looked at him.

"Amen!" they all said in unison and wolfed down Gary and Maxine's delicious meal.

"This tastes so good! Just like Mom used to make!" Francine chewed happily. Maxine stared at her supposed to be sister and smiled.

"It does?" she breathed.

"Mmhmm.. I was always jealous that you two were so close together in the kitchen, everything I touch turns to a culinary mess." she frowned and made everyone else laugh. Soap stared at her in amazement.

"You and me both, France." Jack agreed. The gang bonded throughout dinner and enjoyed the company. Alex volunteered on the dishes and France offered to help.

"You think she's going to be fine?" Maxine asked as she checked the contents of the fridge, looking at Alex who looked very focused on the dishes he's cleaning.

"She's been kidnapped a lot of times now. I think she's used to it." Alex attempted to joke, but the tone of his voice was far from kidding.

"Aye, That lassie's a tough one. Don't worry Alex. We'll get her, Shepherd's bound to make a mistake anytime soon." Soap commented from behind him while leaning on the kitchen island.

"I told you I can handle assisting Alex on my own!" France giggled as she wiped the plates dry.

"Aye! I know! Can't a man just enjoy some time with his girlfriend?" he raised his hand mocking surrender. France turned back and crossed her arms.

"Ahem. Girl space Friend. There's a space in between." she scolded and MacTavish just chuckled.

"Whatever you say, Babe." he joked once again as he stepped out of the kitchen.

"Ugh. That guy's so full of himself." France groaned. Alex and Maxine exchanged glances and laughed, causing the female soldier to worry.

"What?" she asked.

"You two look cute together." Maxine chuckled, closed the fridge and walked away.

"We're not together!" France yelled, making sure Maxine would hear it wherever she went.

"We will be soon!" Soap exclaimed from outside, followed by collective laughter from the group of men with him.

~

Alex groaned and looked at his watch. It's already 3:36 am and he couldn't sleep. He slowly got up and looked around. On the huge bed, Jack and Price slept peacefully as evidenced by the loud snoring. Beside him on the floor was Soap, Roach and an empty spot where Ghost was supposed to sleep. The girls occupied the guest room.

Alex slowly got up and carefully assisted his metal leg, trying not to make noise as he waltzed to the balcony where he suspected Ghost to be.

And he was right, Ghost sat by the railings on the terrace, not a single expression of fear etched on his face. A face Alex saw for the first time.

"Can't sleep?" the former CIA asked. Ghost slowly turned his head and nodded.

"I'm just contemplating…" he muttered, the tone of his voice sound defeated.

"We caught ourselves in a crazy situation, huh?" Alex chuckled trying to make the best of the situation. Ghost didn't seem to like the vote of happiness as he clicked his tongue and sighed.

"I'm into France… but it looked like she's happier with John." he spat. From what Alex heard from Roach, Ghost was not the kind of person to open up. And this was all too surprising for him.

"I… uh…" Alex stammered.

"Look, I'm also sorry… You don't have to reply… I was about to vent to Gary about this but he seemed too preoccupied with Maxine and I didn't want to bother him."

"Look, it's okay. Ghost."

"It's Simon, Simon Riley."

"It's okay Simon. That's life. You win some, you lose some." he consoled. He tried to make it as positive as possible but he was also down in the dumps, like him.

"Thanks for the honesty. I just realized how devastated you must be. I never got to hear your story until Gary told me. It must've been tough losing her over and over again." Gary talked without looking at him.

"It's like I've been cursed to lose her and save her all over again." Alex complained.

"Like Link." Simon announced like it's a great metaphor which Alex didn't get.

"Link?"

"Like from the video game. Where this knight was always out to save her damsel in distress. It's got many different variations but it's always the same name. Generations have passed and Link was always destined to save Zelda." he said in amusement.

"My damsel in distress…" Alex noted and looked up at the stars, wishing that wherever Samantha may be, he hoped she's safe and also thinking of him.

Next Chapter : Delayed Flight

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