#enjoy the Eldritch flower angst

[afriendlyneighborhood]

Petra stood at the front steps of her family home. The windows once illuminated by the shadows of amazing people now remain dead and cold. Petra knows deep down that the house hasn't changed much. Its paint is still peeling lightly from years of rain and snow, it's garden still flourishing as if her father still came out to tend to the little blooms, the house's bedroom windows still lit up as if someone was living there.

Whatever was in the house wasn't human, is what Petra decided. After all, what human would do what he's done and not face even the slightest of consequence? What human could stand in the once bustling home and not feel guilt. That must mean the thing that now roams those halls was something less than human, or perhaps something more?

So Petra stared blankly, no longer feeling as though she had the energy left to cry. All of her tears have been used up. Dry sobs wracking her body as she fell to the pavement, her head cracking into the ground, unable to even hold up its own weight under her grief.

Why? Why her mother? Why her father? Why her brother, who had not even begun to live his life? Why not whatever monster was living underneath her siblings skin.

Her head was pounding, her chest felt heavy and constricting. She needed to breathe, needed to feel something that wasn't the disgusting dread that crawled up her back. Leaving a slimy trail of defeat in its wake. She needed to tear her own chest open, if only to breathe in more than her own panicked breath. Her vision blurry, she began wondering if she might pass out.

A noise startled her in her increasing panic. As Petra looked up, she froze. It was that thing. That disgusting beast that did nothing but take and take and take.

"Why are you here, Petra?", a question that should not have been posed as it was. He spoke as if she was a friend visiting, as if he wasn't sure why she would be at her own home. He spoke as if nothing happened.

"You-", she began, but fell short at the look of confusion on what used to be her twins face, "what have you done."

Her voice broke as she looked at Peter. Just as happy as he had been not even a week ago, entirely unbothered by the lack of life that used to thrive in this home. Despite her inability to shed any more tears, she felt her body heave.

"You. Sick. FUCK." Petra snarled in anger at the open door, her only surviving brother staring blankly as his back was illuminated by the lights from in the house.

"How could you?" She felt as if she was hearing her voice from miles away, crazed even to her own ears.

"HOW. COULD. YOU." Her throat was raw from the scream that tore and clawed it's way from her throat.

"You're not getting away with this."

Why wasn't Peter moving?

"I'll tell the police."

Why didn't he feel *guilt?*

"I'll fucking get you."

Did he have no remorse for Mother and Father?

"I won't stop until you are rotting in a god damn cage.

...Did he feel no remorse for Able?

Petra was startled out of her thoughts with the sound of approaching footsteps. Her head snapped up, petals whipping violently from how quickly she moved.

Is this it? She wondered, is he going to get me to?, she hoped. She hoped she could leave with her family, prayed she could leave with her family. Desperate from the rapid development of this hellish new existence.

"Oh Petra...", her head whipped to Peter's face, his eyes carefully blank and his smile painfully wide.

"We're playing a game of Cat and Mouse now!" He looked giddy at the prospect of playing with her, as if her suffering was nothing more than *entertainment.*

"And..." Peter seemed to think for a moment, "... Well I sure as hell ain't the mouse, right?"

Petra felt sick. If she had anything left in her stomach she is sure that she would have thrown up. Nothing but water and pain medication left.

And it was a game.

Petra could swear that her blood was boiling out of her skin, her head pounding in her ears, and chest beating so heavily that it felt as if the ground was shaking.

She looked up at the monster that prevailed in her twin's skin, the creature that dared to pretend to be human. The vile things that did it's best to act like it could feel. It circled back, in a way, as looking up at the terrifyingly bored eyes of that monster reminded her.

Reminded her that even if it pretended, even if it fooled everyone in this bumfuck town, it could not feel.

The creature she was looking at was not human, and so she backed away, fearful of contracting whatever caused this disease to take hold in what used to be her twin's mind.

Peter didn't move. Perhaps he didn't feel like playing a game of chase at the moment, perhaps he didn't find her worth his time, perhaps he knew it wouldn't be much longer before she was gone anyway.

Petra stood at the opposite side of the street, and found that she no longer had the energy to scream, to yell, to fight back.

Peter looked at the shell of his twin and somehow managed to smile even wider, the grin cutting across his face in a terrifying line. He held no emotions behind that smile, and even less behind his eyes.

"No one will believe you." The words were chirped in such a chipper tone that for a second she thought she had heard him wrong.

Peter repeated the phrase. An impossibly cold laugh ripped its way out of his mouth, his empty smile falling away for a brief second to reveal something worse.

Ice traveled up Petras spine, a sinking cold enveloping her mind as she watched the abomination in front of her double over in laughter. The cackles that left his mouth even less human than his words, otherworldly shrieks of joy that left her to wonder again what it was that was standing in front of her.

Peter wiped a tear from his face as he straightened his back, looking more carefree than he has in months.

"No one will believe you..." Peter sounded almost wistful as he said it, as if the idea that Petra being regarded as crazy would bring him nothing but joy.

Dusting off his coat and straightening his gardening jacket, Peter turned around and reentered the house. A monster returning to prowl the halls like a ghost in a house full of nothing but.

Petra could have stood there for minutes, hours, days even. She wouldn't know. And when she finally felt as if her body was her own again, she ran. She ran away as quickly as her legs could take her.

And if she collapsed into heavy sobs behind her apartment room door, no one would know. If she threw up the water in her stomach, bile curling in her throat as an ugly mess of sick, no one would know. And if she swore to get revenge on that disgusting creature that now haunted her families home unburdened by it's actions... no one would know.

[obsessivelysweet]

Our Lovely Scorched Sun

Part 1

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Hello! Long time no see lol. I have just been busy with work and life, honestly, but I got some inspo and motivation, so here I am with this post. I wanted to do a different take on the SAGAU, but instead of normal creator, what if we had a presence of an Eldritch horror? Just being near us hurts them or touching our skin burns them, ya know? Like that kind of route. Reader is FemReader! Also, this is gonna be multiple parts! Also, sorry for any errors! I tried my best, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Blood, gore, self h4rm, mental breakdowns, angst.

Story under the cut!

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You were their god, their salvation during dark times, their reason for living. When you finally descended into Teyvat, you were stunning, breathtaking even. A white flowly dress hugged your form as Teyvat softened your fall with flowers beneath you.

Your (h/c) falling around you like soft leaves, outlining your face. You were sleeping peacefully.

It was so serene.

You were beautiful even as they watched you softly fall.

Your followers were kneeling before you when you awoke from your slumber. Everything was hazy as your eyelashes fluttered open, the sun blazing onto your face, the gentle breeze softly pecking your cheek, and the soft whispers of people felt so surreal yet warm.

You looked around to see the characters you loved so dearly look at you with admiration, waiting for you to speak. It was truly a blessing to witness their creator finally here, with them, about to be worshiped by them.

However, this serene scene soon turned into cries of pain. Everything happened so fast. One moment, the characters you loved reaching to help you up, and the next moment, they recoil back screaming in agony as their skin blisters from something boiling hot.

It wasn't just their skin, either. It was their eyes as they looked upon you. It felt like they were staring into the sun, like daggers stabbing their eyes countless of time. Eyes tearing up from the intense pain, bloodshot even.

However, amongst the chaos, your followers still tried to comfort you as you began to panic as the scene got worse. They just wanted to help and make sure you were safe. However, even those followers got burned. Without thinking you got up and ran away, scared from what was happening, you didn't know if it was you causeing it or something else, but your mind said to run. Your followers screamed your name to come back, and even as they were screaming cries of pain, they still wanted their creator with them.

Months passed, and everyone learned how to live with their creator. You in the lavish palace they made for you, adorned with the most finest furnishings, colors, and flowers. You don't see any of the characters or be close to them at all. You have to stay in the palace, almost like a bird in a cage, alone. The only company you have is the sky and the breeze of the winds outside from your windows.

You gotten used to the quiet halls and the echoing audeince chamber. This was the only way for everyone to be safe.

You kept saying to yourself, "No more pain or screams from anyone."

When its time to eat, get new supplies, or get letters they wrote, a trusted follower will come inside your abode. The follower will put everything where its meant to be, while you are on the other side far from them, so your presnce doesnt effect them. This took a while to figure out, but if you're a good distance from them, they're safe.

Once you hear a bell ring, that's your cue that you can go back. This is how yall coexist, their creator safe and sound, and your followers are safe and sound. However, no one was truly happy in this situation. You were lonely, touch starved for human interaction, while your follwoers wanted to be closer to you, help you, be by your side..to fully worship you. It was years when you finally snapped, sick of being truly alone, you wanted to end it all. You were tired of just existing.

God, you were tired.

You started thrashing around your room, throwing plants, pillows, perfums, candles, anything really you can get your hands on. Suddenly, you hear a crash, and like a sign, you look towards the noise only to find your vanity mirror. It was broken, some pieces fell onto the marble floor, while the rest stayed in the mirror. Walking towards it, you saw your reflection, your e/c orbs looking back at you. The night gown you were wearing was a mess, hair in disarray, puffy eyes shown hours of crying. This is you, as pretty as you were, you were disgusted at yourself. And it didn't help that this reflection of you was broken. Jagged pieces showed yourself as broken. Which is how you felt truly at this moment. You were exhausted, angry, and humiliated at the face, looking back at you.

This body of yours was like posion to others, turning and twisting their faces into agnoy. That's when something inside of you erupted, sending your hands to your face. Tearing at your skin, you didn't feel any pain, too high on the aderaline to notice. Your nails dig deeper into your flesh, wishing this body, this flesh of yours didn't exist. Your once clean, beautiful nails were now coated in golden blood.

This was your fault.

If only you didn't have this body, you would be normal, be able to be with everyone. After what seemed like forever, the pain finally hit you, your raw flesh burned, golden hot liquid staining your gown, pooling at the ground. You gotten so deep that you saw bits of bone. You screamed in agony, trying not to touch your face, grabbing onto anything to squeeze your hands onto, to lessen the pain. While in this panic state, you saw your reflection one more time. This time, though, it was grotesque and feral. You looked non-human, almost like some kind of monster. Even though you saw the raw flesh, the bone, the veins, your mind told you this was your true form. The beauty you had earlier was an illusion, which made you sob from the realization. Soon, everything was turning hazy as your body began to shut down. It was all too much for you. With a loud thud, your body fell onto the same marble floor that was covered with your golden blood.

You awoke to the birds chirping outside, the soft morning light hitting your face to wake you. You slowly opened your eyes to see the marbled floor and the dry blood before you. In the same spot when you first fell, slowly getting up, you looked around to see the mess you made. Instinctively grabbing at your hair as pain surges from your head, the fall being to blame, you slowly pulled away to look around. You were still a bit hazy from sleep, so it was somewhat hard to focus on what's in front of you.

You were about to rub your eyes to wake up some more. However, you tensed up when you remembered about last night. Unfortunately, you realized too late, fearing for the buring sensation to come back, you closed your eyes to brace for the pain.

However, to your surprise, you didn't feel any burning or raw flesh in that matter either. Just your normal skin, like if none of what happened last night even transpired. It took you a second to snap out of your shock state to look at yourself in the mirror. Like a moth to a flame, you cling to the mirror, scanning your features from the jagged pieces.

You couldn't believe it.

There was no blood, no bone, no raw flesh being exposed.

It was fine.

You were fine.

You looked beautiful.

The only notion that something happened last night was the blood, the mess of the room, and the scars on your face. Like a reminder that you are stuck as you are, in this body, with this face, and with this flesh. Forever to be alone living like this.

Forever.

[magireco-minibang]

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Title: A Wish to Understand

Author: @gorochuva

Artist: @puellamagiholyquintet (artwork here)

Rating: T for Teen

Major Characters: Iroha, Madoka, Homura, Kyubey

Pairings: Kaede/Rena, Sana/Ren, Homura/Mabayu

Warnings: None

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Ending, what if, Hypothetical Character Development, Musical References

Summary: "Kyubey, I have some questions about the wish you supposedly granted for me when I became a Magical Girl." What if Ui Tamaki didn't exist? What would be the truth behind Iroha's wish? As it turns out, a few simple words at the right time changed everything...

"I wish you could understand how they felt!"

Title: Cage of Briars

Author: @chairteeth

Artist: @sicksweetcreamy (artwork here)

Additional art by @karinmisono (here)

Rating: M for Mature

Major Characters: Nemu Hiiragi, Touka Satomi

Pairings: Nemu/Touka, minor/background relationships

Warnings: no archive warnings apply

Tags: Psychological Horror, Adventure, Puzzles, Eldritch Art Gallery, Medical Trauma, Aged Up Characters, Alternate Universe - Ib, Violence, Canon Typical Child Neglect, Mentions of Nemu's Past Flings, Purple Prose, Banter, Flirting, Angst, Romantic Fluff, Drama, Minor Character Death, additional tags on AO3

Summary: The primary reason that a rose grows thorns is self-defense. Nemu likes to think the same applies to herself. When her good friend Alina Gray offers entry tickets to an art gallery for her nineteenth birthday, likely out of pity, she hopes to have a quiet afternoon to herself, away from her family, only for the gallery to go empty during her visit and swallow her into its depths. Now trapped with no way home and her very life tied to a flower, Nemu is sure she can find an exit before the homicidal artwork does her in. (And if possible, Alina Gray is going to court with a broken spine for the worst prank in history.)

But inside the gallery, there is something else, someone else. A shrike. And a shrike doesn’t let its prey know when it’s watching.

Title: Manaka★Magica : Chaotic Supper

Author: @shitposterxdxdxd

Artist: @sicksweetcreamy (artwork here)

Rating: M for Mature

Major Characters: Manaka, Ria, Tsumugi, OCs: Ichigo, Ringo, Momo

Pairings: none

Warnings: Graphic depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Tags: Canon Universe, Action/Adventure, Magical Girls, Doppels (Magia Record), Canon: Magia Record, Being Meguca Is Suffering

Summary: Do you know "Peanut's Fast Food Restaurant"? Or Peanut's for short? You know,the restaurant that is just across the road from "Walnut's restaurant".

Well lately Peanut's has been gaining a lot of popularity and Manaka Kurumi doesn't like that at all! She is the daughter of the owner of Walnut's and she decides to investigate the recent and surprising popularity of Peanut's. Since she suspects that this is due to a special miracle that she knows very well...

Title: Kamihama Ultra Beast Files

Author: @abarero

Artist: @kyrakyrakitty (artwork here)

Rating: T for Teen

Major Characters: Iroha Tamaki, Sana Futaba, Mikoto Sena, Hanna Sarasa, Mitsune Miwa, Yachiyo Nanami

Pairings: Main Pairings: Iroha Tamaki/Sana Futaba, Mikoto Sena/Hanna Sarasa, Yachiyo Nanami/Tsuruno Yui, Jun Kazari/Mitsune Miwa

Side Pairings: Rena Minami/Kaede Akino, Rika Ayano/Ren Isuzu, Masara Kagami/Kokoro Awane, Touka Satomi/Nemu Hiiragi, Momoko Togame/Mitama Yakumo/Kanagi Izumi

Warnings: none

Tags: Alternate Universe- Pokemon Fusion, Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, I put Arc 1 of the Game Magia Record story in a blender with Pokemon Sun/Moon+Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon enjoy, also there’s some Arc 2 girls here bc I love them

Summary: Welcome to the Kamihama region! Join Iroha on her Pokemon journey as she travels the land, meets new friends, encounters the mysterious Winchester Foundation, and searches for her missing sister Ui.

However, not all is as it seems. Something strange is happening in Kamihama- wormholes appearing in the sky, creatures attacking that are more beast than Pokemon, and people and Pokemon going missing. And it turns out these odd occurrences across the region are more closely connected than one might think...

Title: 5 times Yachiyo got someone a mug and 1 time she got one instead

Author: @automatic-purification-system

Artist: @rwbypro

Rating: G for General

Major Characters: Nanami Yachiyo, Azusa Mifuyu, Anna Mel, Minami Rena, Mitsuki Felicia, Sakurako | Uwasa of the Eternal Sakura

Pairings: none

Warnings: none

Tags: 5+1, Found Family, Friendship, Yachiyo's love language is mugs, refrences to canonical character death, takes place from Yachiyo's backstory to early arc 2, Minor Angst, Fluff

Summary: After Yachiyo moved into Mikazuki Villa, the first thing her Grandmother had done was take her to buy a mug for herself. "If you're going to be living here, then you can hardly use a guest mug!"

It'd taken her a while to pick one, but after she did, the fear and trepidation from the move, and from her new modeling job all went away. Going back to her Grandmother's boarding house afterwards, she truly felt like she was going home.

Ever since then, making sure that the people who stay at her house have mugs of their own has been a topmost priority.

Title: The Book of Wishes

Author: @enderprophet

Artist: @automatic-purification-system (artwork here)

Rating: M for Mature

Major Characters: Ui Tamaki, Iroha Tamaki, Touka Satomi, Nemu Hiiragi

Pairings: none

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tags: Angst, Hospitals, Religious Imagery & Symbolism (But not in the first couple of chapters), Near Death, Make A Wish Foundation (Kinda), Terminal Illnesses, (Not if Iroha has anything to say about that AND SHE DOES)

Summary: Ui is saved from near-certain death, and proceeds to learn many things about the world. The beginning of a tragedy.

Title: Calcite Connection

Author: lilaclegionnaire

Artist: @garnetsandroses (artwork here)

Rating: T for Teen

Major Characters: Ren Isuzu and Rika Ayano

Pairings: Rika/Ren

Warnings: None

Tags: canon compliant, witch shenanigans, dream logic, takes place during Arc 1, hospital imagery, implied/referenced self-harm

Summary: After an attempt to practice a new connect technique goes unexpectedly wrong, Ren finds herself waking up on a brilliant, technicolor beach. Meanwhile, Rika finds herself a new resident of a strange, colorless city. The two try their best to figure out what's going on and find their way back to one another.

Title: Abyss of Leaves

Author: @shaymeme

Artist: @harunakonomi (artwork here)

Rating: M for Mature

Major Characters: Kuroe, Ashley Taylor, Iroha Tamaki, Konomi Haruna, Mami Tomoe

Pairings: Ashley Taylor/Kuroe

Warnings: Severe bullying and xenophobia

Tags: Alternate Universe, Crossover and Fandom Fusion, Black Clover Manga Spoilers, Alternate Universe, Crossover, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: “The leaves of a clover are each said to contain one thing.”

That was what they had told her when she asked them about their magical texts, about "grimoires".

"The first three are given over to faith, hope and love. The fourth is given over to good luck, and in the fifth… there lives the Devil."

That was what they said, and that was what scared her so much. Hikari Kuroe is not from the Clover Kingdom, but tomorrow, she will receive her grimoire, and she has no idea what she will do in the future. Grappling with the love she left in her home country and her past, and the friendship she has in the Clover Kingdom and her present that is filled with difficulties and strife, but beauty of its own, Kuroe is torn between her two halves, past and present, love and hate, light and dark… abyss and ascent. What choices will she make? Where will they lead her?

If the leaves of a clover are each said to contain one thing… then what leaf is she?

Title: Farewell, Felicia Mitsuki (Well… Not For Long-)

Author: thatcloveplant

Artist: Dinugs (art posts here and here)

Rating: G for General Audiences

Major Characters: Felicia, Sana, Iroha, Mokyu, Tsuruno and Yachiyo

Pairings: Felicia/Sana

Warnings: none

Tags: slice of life, fluff, friendship, romance

Summary: After a petty argument with Yachiyo, Felicia decides she’s had enough and ‘runs away’ from Mikazuki Villa. Sana follows her to make sure she doesn’t get into trouble, almost certain that she’ll calm down and come back home by the end of the day. After trying to calm her down and uhh many a Lesbian Moment ™, Felicia seems to come to her senses. They stay out just a bit too long for everyone else’s liking and Tsuruno is sent out to find the two of them and bring them back home.

Title: Knight Errant

Author: @garnetsandroses

Artist: @woogie-g (artwork here)

Rating: T for Teen

Major Characters: Rena Minami, Kaede Akino, Momoko Togame

Pairings: Rena/Kaede, Rena/Momoko, Kaede/Momoko, Rena/Kaede/Momoko

Warnings: none

Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Fantasy, Historical Fantasy, Chivalry, Chivalric Romance, Action/Adventure, Romance, Historical Inaccuracy, Knights- freeform, Witches (Madoka Magica)

Summary: Rena Minami is a knight fallen from grace, Kaede Akino is a scribe longing to escape her court life, and Momoko is a lady-in-waiting who just wants the two to reconnect. When Rena is sent on a suicide mission through the witch-infested forests of legend to deliver a message to the neighboring kingdom, Kaede joins her on her doomed quest.

Title: Growing Pains

Author: @azusamifuyu

Artist: @randomartsideblog (artwork here)

Rating: T for Teen

Major Characters: Felicia, Yachiyo, Juri

Pairings: Side Pairings: Yachiyo Nanami/Azusa Mifuyu

Warnings: none

Tags: Time Skip - a couple years after Arc 2, Slice of Life

Summary: Several years after the conclusion of Arc 2, a 17 year old Felicia encounters Juri Ooba, now sporting a face full of piercings. Deciding that this look is totally badass, she endeavors to get piercings of her own, come hell or high water. The only thing standing in her way? Yachiyo Nanami. Remembering the age-old maxim, "It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission," Felicia goes and gets her first piercing without asking Yachiyo. Hijinks ensue as she tries to hide it.

Title: A Couple’s Dance for Three

Author: GoggleLad

Artist: @rinasatsu (artwork here)

Rating: T for Teen

Major Characters: Himena Aika, Alexandra Kurusu, Hiko (Magia Record)

Pairings: Aika Himena/Alexandra Kurusu, Aika Himena/Hiko, Aika Himena/Alexandra Kurusu/Hiko

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Polyfidelity, Introspection, Mild Angst, Love Confessions, Dance Metaphors, actual dancing, Sharing a Body

Summary: Himena knows her own feelings, and Sasha knows her own feelings, and Hiko knows his own feelings. But as long as they keep dancing around the issue, they're never going to be able to untangle this web they've made for themselves. Still, if they can stay true to themselves, they can take it one step at a time, and just maybe they'll be able to get that happy ending they're all after.

Sometimes a relationship is a girl, her bestie, and the disembodied boy in her head, and that's okay.

Title: Layers of Paint

Author: @mjlol52

Artist: @solsis-equone (artwork here)

Rating: T for Teen

Major Characters: Alina Gray, Azusa Mifuyu, Misono Karin

Pairings: Alina Gray/Azusa Mifuyu, Alina Gray/Misono Karin

Warnings: None

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Doppels (Magia Record), Addiction (doppels)

Summary: After a day of capturing witches goes wrong, Mifuyu is left to take care of Alina alone, but it seems like she may be able to get some help from this so called in Alina's phone contacts.

Title: White Rose, Blue Rose

Author: @harunakonomi

Artist: @serendark (artwork here)

Rating: T for Teen

Major Characters: Konomi Haruna, Mitama Yakumo, Momoko Togame, Kanagi Izumi

Pairings: Konomi Haruna / Mitama Yakumo

Warnings: None

Tags: Genre - Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Light-Hearted, Light Angst, Fluff, And they were roommates

Summary: An urban renewal project in lower Shinsei means Mitama has to move shop, but she's found a new place to set up; the back room of Flower Shop Blossom! Konomi's favorite spot is now bustling with activity from all the magical girls coming and going, but she now has to adjust to sharing her space with a new partner.

More to come! Follow @magireco-minibang to see the updates as they happen!

[devilcatdarling]

11, 12 and 13 for the comfort character asks?

Going to do these for Hollow since they're my biggest comfort character <3

11. my favorite relationship they have with another character

- Canonly we don't get to see a whole lot into their relationships with other characters besides some snippets between them and Ghost and the Pale King, so I'll go for fanon relationship instead

I LOVE and ADORE slow-burn fanon sibling bonding content between them and their sister, Hornet. I love seeing two of the most emotionally repressed and traumatized characters having a found family bond filled with lots of bumps and hiccups along the way that make it more relatable and personal. Hornet and Hollow sibling relationship is just hhhh I'd die for them, your honor

Also honorable mention to my self indulgent x OC ship full of even more emotional constipation and angst because I have no self control and I'm proud about the slow burn hurt/comfort agony that I made to both torture and comfort myself with

12. what i like about the way the fandom portrays them

- I love how the HK fandom as a whole has unanimously decided that Hollow is a BAMF and the strongest character. They held a whole ass god inside them for who knows how long, had next to no kind of a life outside of being treated like an object, and undoubtedly have the worst mental health in the world but they held on and went through with the vessel plan probably knowing full well it'd eventually fail. And then at the end of it all they come back to kick the Radiance's ass personally in DNM/walk out of the temple to freedom dragging literal broken chains behind them in ETV. They are "I won anyway, bitch" personified. I also like how we all agree they get to have slice of life indulgences afterwards and wear pretty dresses because it's the W they deserve

13. what i dont like about the way the fandom portrays them

-The only things I can think of are when people infantilize them and gatekeep ships for them

Hollow is definitely our beloved scrunkly who must be loved and appreciated, but they most certainly are not "baby" in the sense that "this character needs to be infantilized and put in bubble wrap because they are helpless and sheltered" which is...augh

They are not only a fully grown adult character, but also an ascended god and a dangerously capable trained knight and we see this explicitly in canon through their PV fight and the stubbornness they possess to hold onto the Radiance for so long. They aren't a child and they are fully deserving of being treated and respected like an adult. And I don't mean that drawing them lounging in a nest of stuffed animals or watching cartoons are examples of this, because adults can and should enjoy whatever makes them happy and if that's hugging a stuffed kitten or picking flowers and braiding wreaths then that by no means makes anyone less of a grown adult worthy of respect and independence. We need to normalize adults enjoying comforts that make them happy and still respecting and treating them like adults

This also doesn't include them having to be cared for with their near fatal post-canon injuries and absolute shit mental health. We stan caretaking. But they are still an ADULT. They don't need to be thought of as completely helpless and shielded from the world as though they've never been and would never be capable of defending themselves and others or being respected for the dangerous eldritch god-knight that they are

-Most of the shipping discourse I've seen kinda falls back into this with the handful of examples I've seen mostly being people throwing hands that they're too "baby" to be "ruined" with shipping and it's like...not only is shipping discourse in general extremely chronically online behavior but its taking a whole ass adult character and going out of your way to tell people their personal headcanons and indulging in shipping a canonly adult character is "ruining" the character because you've bubble wrapped them into this image of infantilized "purity" when this is a wholeass grown ascended god who could and would beat your ass into the ground if you glanced at Hornet disrespectfully in front of them xD

[eldritch-araneae]

Sparkpulse: Arrow of Time, Part 1.

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Relationships: Bumblebee & Windblade, Bumblebee & Sari Sumdac, Bumblebee & Spike Witwicky, Bumblebee & Rubble.

Characters: Bumblebee, Windblade, Rubble, Sari Sumdac, Spike Witwicky, Quake, Unicron, Shazraella and many more!

Warnings: Major Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Animal Death in chapter 2.

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Action, Science Fantasy, Slice of Life, Eldritch Horrors, Spacetime Shenanigans, Bittersweet yet Hopeful Ending.

Summary: The end of everything is approaching. The cosmos is contracting into the singularity and nothing can’t stop it - The Big Crunch. Only two of them remain, Bumblebee and Windblade. As they watch the space getting smaller, warmer, and brighter, they dive into the memory lane. They lived a long life, that was filled with joyous moments, horrible events, pits of despair and glimpses of hope. They've seen it all, but was this life fulfilling?

Note: This four-part story is a compilation of ideas that won’t go into Sparkpulse major story, but I want to explore them, anyway. I know it’s set after it and will have some spoilers, but eh, we all know that matters not destination, but a journey :3 I hope you’ll enjoy the story ~ Reblogs and comments are very appreciated~

The cosmos were once a big and cold place. The distances between stars used to be immense. Each civilization cried out into emptiness, asking ‘Is someone there?’. No one could answer and fully comprehend its scale and loneliness. Even after mastering the art of bending spacetime, the dark ocean of stars still gave a false impression that it was going to last forever.

Nothing stays static. If all motion in the Universe would cease, the arrow of time would fly forward with the speed of light, taking everything with it. Change after change, transforming existence little by little, until the behavior of the very quantum foam has altered.

Now galaxies, stars, and planets are getting closer to each other instead of drifting apart. It gets warmer and brighter as it shrinks. Soon, in a couple of million years, space will turn white, and even the hottest stars will boil away.

A black spaceship, shaped like a horseshoe crab, exits from the hyperspace jump. It’s old and worn. There are many patches and welds on the hull; the ship was repaired countless times. Despite this, it’s in good condition, thanks to the care of its pilots - Life Wardens on the mission.

“We’re here, Bumblebee. Is this the last sector?” asks the taller mech, sitting on the right side of the cockpit.

Her body is red, with bits of black, silver, gold, and white. The helm looks like a crown, while her large manta-ray wings rest on her shoulders, creating an illusion of a cloak. The body is supported by a synthetic plant, especially around her face. Left half is covered in rose-like blue flowers. The beast’s head is secured on her chest, decorated with golden antlers and blue fins. Her optic is lilac with light blue pupils.

The Universe knows her as the Camien Sea Dragon.

“Yep. I sense the last life forms left in the Universe. After we’re done, I think we should find a nice place to rest. What do you think, Windblade?” the smaller on the left mech replies.

His plating is yellow and black, with parts of silver, orange and blue. His optics are light blue. Like his companion, his wings are resting on his shoulders, forming a wing-cape in his root-mode. They are blue and insect-like with five digits. Just like her, his beast head is on his chest, and his body is also wrapped in synthetic plants in some places. But unlike her, he has four arms. His head is crowned with two little horns and a pair of antennae. His spark energy is keeping them both alive.

Like his Amica Endura, he’s also a dragon. The Eldritch Dragon is the most benevolent and terrifying being in the Universe.

“Sounds great!” Windblade says, looking out in the window with a gentle smile. “The Universe looks beautiful for its last moments. Many people would kill just to see so many galaxies up close with the naked eye.”

“Even if it’s deadly!” Bumblebee laughs. “I can’t blame them. I imagined the Big Crunch to go in many ways, but the real thing surpassed my expectations. Though one thing I didn’t expect is how the Well would react.”

“The song.” She nods, feeling its soft hum inside her spark. It beckons. Bumblebee rubs gently his chest and leans on the back of the seat, looking into the distance.

“It calls for every living being. Each spark must return to the Well before the Universe contracts into a singularity. No new lifeform would be born and I don’t see a point in creating life either. We are reaching the very end, and it’s time for everything to die.” Bumblebee says in a bittersweet tone. Still, a smile forms on his face. “Which isn’t as scary as I thought.”

“Well… almost. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be traveling from sector to sector and helping people to embrace death and pass away. Are you still planning to be the last one?”

“Yes, I wanna make sure everyone makes it to the Well before passing away myself… which is so weird how I can just do it easily!”

Windblade snorts. “Right, for Mister ‘Immortal Eldritch Beast’, it sure is perplexing!”

Bumblebee giggles in response. There is nothing else he can say to the absolute truth. ”Alright, let’s get going and finish this!”

This is what they’ve been doing for the last several million years. Searching for remaining people who are still alive and helping them move on. Death is a strange subject, some fear it, some welcome it. Some people hold on because they want to meet Life Wardens in person, and soon the reputation has spread around.

People would gather in the last cities, waiting for Life Wardens to come and throw the biggest party at the end of the Universe, celebrating life and death.

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A few centuries have passed before the last living being died; only two Life Wardens remain. As they planned, they arrived at the center of the Universe. Surrounded by the colorful light of contracting spacetime, they found a crystallized asteroid orbiting around a black dwarf. They landed their spaceship, and protected by Bumblebee’s spark energy, stepped outside.

“So, only two of us left, huh?” Windblade says as she looks up. “Now the space feels really empty and it’s kinda sad.”

“Death is always a sad sight, even if it’s natural and necessary.” Bumblebee holds her hand gently. “Deep down, I knew I would live that long to see the end. Despite that, it’s such a weird feeling.”

“I never thought I’ll make it that far, but I did my best!” she says with pride.

“You did amazing, and I’m forever grateful! The Universe would be colder without you.” Bumblebee embraces her tightly. “Now I just wanna cuddle until we die.”

“There are, like, a few more million years left before everything collapses. This is going to be the longest cuddle in history!” she snorts.

“The entirety of space will start boiling before it. It’s pretty warm right now already.” He says as he places a finger under his chin, thinking. “Technically, I can protect us from the furnace and we can cuddle longer…”

“On the other hand, I’m not sure I wanna find out what it’ll feel like when we all get squished.” Windblade looks down at him skeptically, but the next second her face lights up. “Though this is also gonna be the tightest embrace in history! Two records in one!”

“Two records right at the end when no one can challenge them!” Bumblebee says, and both burst into laughter. But suddenly he realized another detail. “Wait, but everything will contract into the huge black hole and we’re gonna fall into it!”

“Oh… so we’re gonna feel like we’re cuddling forever after we cross the event horizon and our bodies will be stretched into spaghetti…”

“A timeless noodle cuddle stretching into infinity… now I’m hungry!”

Now Life Wardens are laughing harder. They hold on to each other, but even the low gravity of the asteroid didn’t help them stay upright. They fall onto the crystalline ground, still dying from laughter. After they stay in silence, until Bumblebee breaks the silence.

“Remember how we first met?”

“A mysterious voice from the other side of existence.” She smiles nostalgically. “It’s hard to forget, even after living so long.”

“And you brought me back. I was so scared back then, but it was the start of a new life. It was filled with so much good… and bad, but mostly good, I think.”

“What if we will go down memory lane?” her optics light up as she sits up. “We’ve seen it all, so it’ll be fun to remember old times and all the shenanigans we got ourselves into!”

“That’s a perfect thing to do before death! We need to find a comfortable place… back to the ship or?” Bumblebee sits up and looks around and points to the left. “Or this rock formation?”

“At the end of everything, even rocks are comfortable, I see.” Windblade snickers, making Bumblebee laugh again.

“Hey! I have pillows and blankets with me!” Bumblebee protests dramatically, making his amica laugh. He stands up and offers one of his four hands to Windblade to follow.

They spend almost an hour making a comfortable nest within the rock formation, with a splendid view of the sky. They settle down, cuddling into each other. Since Windblade is bigger, she engulfs him in a hug. Content with comfort and each other’s warmth, they drift into a slumber, waking up in Bumblebee’s mindscape.

The mindscape looks like an ocean, surrounded by floating sparks from a reflection of the Well above, and his memory cells. Windblade opens a door to her mindscape, mixing them together. Constellations and coral platforms appear, in addition to her memory cells.

“Shall we?” Windblade motions towards a memory cell. Bumblebee nods and both begin focusing on the earliest memories. Living such a long life makes it difficult. The processor has its limits, and most of their memories were archived as life goes on. They still can recall them, just the process takes a bit of time.

Memories about his creation and his purpose, the fall of Cybertron and his imprisonment, his friends and his loved dearly who perished tragically, and later Windblade saving him. Going to Earth, making new friends, making countless connections with many humans across the globe, fighting against the rich, and achieving equality, peace, and sustainability. Windblade and others encouraged him to return to his role once more, opening a new big chapter in life.

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A memory shows pre-cybertformed Mars. The red barren desert scattering as far as eyes can see. A spaceship lands in Argyre Planitia. Doors open, and Bumblebee steps outside, followed by Windblade, Starscream, Optimus Prime, and a few more mechs. There are several humans, including Spike, Daniel, and Sari, following them in the spacesuits. Slamdance is taking a position with a good view and begins their reporting to the audience on Earth.

Bumblebee doesn’t pay attention much, though he’s not sure he wants to be recorded. He walks away for a few hundred meters, while the rest stay near the ship. He needs space to work with. A commlink activates, connecting him with his friends.

“How are you?” Sari asks, knowing he’s anxious. “I’m sure you got this!”

“I hope so. It’s been a long while since I did something like this.” He laughs awkwardly. Good thing he’s in the distance for everyone else to hear it. “Though it’s the first time I’m trying to reanimate a perished Planet Titan.”

“If something won’t work, we’ll just pause and figure this out.” Windblade says, reminding that failure is not an end.

“And Slamdance will keep entertaining everyone back on Earth.” Spike adds. “I gave them enough space material to work with.”

“You got this, Uncle!” Daniel cheers. “I’m sure this will go smoothly!”

“MAKE THIS ROCK MOVE, YOU HEAR ME?!” Starscream, once again living up to his name, yells across the distance off the commlink, making everyone flinch or jump in place. Poor Slamdance fell from the rock off the camera. Even a thin Martian atmosphere cannot save everyone from his vocal box. People on Earth gonna have a little surprise in five minutes.

Bumblebee laughs and turns back to see the group. Despite the commotion and the stream, he’s glad others came. It feels nice to not be alone. He turns back and closes his optics. He stands still, focusing on the task ahead, only the wind occasionally moving his wingcape and antennae.

He struggles to remember the procedure for a few minutes until he relaxes and starts humming. At first, he sounds normal, but then the hum becomes something entirely different. His voice goes higher and soon it morphs into an utterly alien waving sound that no creature is capable of replicating.

A huge spark, so big it can fit a human megalopolis inside, appears out of thin air and hovers above the Eldritch Dragon. It responds to him with the same frequency as he, making as if it’s communicating. Then he activates a golden interface, floating around him. He opens his optics to type several commands. He outstretches his right upper hand towards the huge spark while using the other three hands typing. Thin threads are shooting from the fingertips of the outstretched hand, slowly enveloping the spark like a shell.

Once finished, he activates the execution of the code he has just written, and a cell forms around the spark. It’s not complicated because Bumblebee prefers randomness to drive the evolution instead of controlling each course. Satisfied with the look of the cell, with a swift motion of the same right upper hand, he sends it down. It phases through the soil and disappears.

Bumblebee transforms into a dragon and takes off into the sky. It’s hard to fly in a thorough, thin atmosphere, but he quickly reaches the spaceship, which engines have been activated.

“Get inside!” Bumblebee shouts. “We must get out before the cell reaches the planet’s core!”

Without panic or hesitation, the group boards the ship immediately. It takes off and speeds towards space, leaving the red surface behind. Once they reach a safe distance, the ship stabilizes in Mars’ orbit. All looks are directed at the planet. Slamdance in the background explains to the viewers what is happening.

“Do you feel it?” Windblade asks.

“Yes. The cell rapidly descends to the core as I planned.” Bumblebee replies as his antennae flickers. No one said anything else, save for Slamdance chatter. Suddenly, a massive crack appears on Mars’ equator.

“Woah!” almost everyone on board exclaimed at the same time. The crack spreads swiftly, as viewers can only imagine the sheer magnitude of the marsquake it causes. Crust splits into different pieces and the planet slowly unfolds. The head and prolonged body with multiple libs are visible. Like a huge shrimp, but more eldritch looking. It opens its ten amber-colored eyes and looked directly at the ship. Everyone froze in awe, even Slamdance lost their words.

Bumblebee feels the titan staring into his spark, and feeling how words are forming at the back of his mind that only he can hear and understand.

‘Hello.’ They said.

Bumblebee’s optics widen, not expecting the contact so soon. He stares back at the titan before he focused deeply on his own spark to reply.

‘Hello and welcome to the world. Do you know where you are?’

The titan looks around, spotting the Sun in the distance. ‘Near a lonely yellow dwarf star. Can I stay? Or I have to travel?’

‘You can stay, that’s why I called you. To revive this planet.’

‘Was it a titan too? Did they die?’ they asked anxiously. Planet Titans are born plenty, but the majority die in planet formation. This happened to Mars and Venus. Out of three titans who arrived here, Earth is the only one who survived.

‘Yes… but this time it will be different. I’ll keep you alive as you transform.’

‘Ah, I’m grateful for your aid.’

Bumblebee turns to the group. “Everything is going according to plan. I’m going out.”

Once he exists in open space, he protects himself with his energy and flies to the titan, making him fully comprehend the size. Bumblebee is just a tiny speck compared to them.

‘Are you ready?’

‘Yes.’

As they form a new sphere, Bumblebee concentrates a huge amount of energy from his spark and directs it to the titan, making sure their spark won’t fail.

The more the process goes on, the more pain he’s feeling in his chest. This energy gives life, but his body cannot sustain such large quantities of coursing through. His spark is pulsing fast and arrhythmically, and the lack of air in space makes it harder as he can’t breathe to cool himself.

He’s on the brink of fainting.

Suddenly, his technorganic symbiotic plant pushes the excessive energy out of him in a form of black resin that evaporates into energy particles. There is so much resin it covers him entirely, but it keeps him from fainting during the important moment. He kept the energy going until the entire process was complete.

New Mars is formed, with new surface relief, water, a thicker atmosphere, and the most important - the magnetic field. There is a lot of work to be done to make this planet a perfect home for cybertronians, but the most important step has been done.

Bumblebee feels weak and disoriented, but satisfied. He glances down at the planet to see they’re alive and well. He would admire his work and talk to the titan, but this feat overloaded his body too much. Sensing Windblade coming for him, he allowed himself to slip into nothingness. He will sleep for three days after this and spend a few months recovering before he could repeat the same for Venus, making the new age for humans and cybertronians.

The Age of Solarians.

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Bumblebee comes home after a long day of work. The world tree of Mars, growing in the middle of an ecological sanctuary which humans lovingly named Yggdrasil, is a perfect place for him and his family to live. He carefully examines the tree to make sure its growth is going nicely. Satisfied, he goes inside.

It looks like a large house interior on the inside, with many rooms and enough space for each person living here: he still shares his room with Windblade, while Sari has her own. Several guest rooms are connected by a wooden corridor. There is a kitchen on the left, and the bathrooms aren’t far behind. The main room is large. This is where they gather and chill in a huge pillow mound or throw parties.

Bumblebee senses a wave of frustration coming from below, from workshops. It was Sari, and he quickly went down to see if she needs help. She’s sitting by the table, tools are scattered while she’s fuming!

“Sari?” he cautiously called her as he walks over and kneels beside her. “What happened? Do you need help?”

Sari looks at him and bursts into caught. Now he’s picking up a mix of light frustration and amusement. After she caught a breath, she turns to him. “Okay, okay, listen!” she says as she holds her left palm in front of him. “Do you see anything strange?”

Bumblebee carefully inspects her hand. It looks normal, except… “Five fingers?”

“YES!” she throws her hands in the air, then she pinches the pinkie on her left hand, glaring at it. “I can’t BELIEVE I forgot this crucial detail when I was recreating this technorganic body! I lived all my life without this damn pinkie and I was fine. Now I can’t even use some of my tools because I literally have no space to place this damn finger! It’s in the way too much, argh!”

“Come here!” he opens his four arms and hugs her. She hugs him back, though she kept on complaining about how this tiny finger is just an absolute annoyance and bane of her existence. Bumblebee could offer her pats and sympathetic chuckles.

“I guess I have to get used to it.” Sari says with a soft sigh.

“That seems like the right choice. How’s your body, by the way? Anything strange?” Bumblebee asks, worrying about her since she swapped her organic body.

They both worked for decades to make it possible for humans to extend their lifespan this way. Sari wanted to do this so badly because she didn’t want to leave Bumblebee and Windblade because she would die of old age. He helped her with his vast knowledge of biology. Now she’s the first technorganic human in existence.

It makes him happy. He wonders if Spike would agree to this, too.

“I’m good so far! My spark seems comfortable in the new vessel. Good thing I immediately went with the idea to 99% replicate the original body and 1% is just minor cosmetic changes. Like elven ears!” she says while touching her long, pointed ears. People saying they just gonna start calling tecnorganic humans “elves” and she’s down for that.

“True, if it was too different, the spark would reject it.” He finds it hard to believe that the procedure went so smoothly. His countless simulations and calculations paid off. “I’m happy this worked out. Now you can stick with us way longer!”

They hugged tightly, feeling content.

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Bumblebee sits in the main room at his working desk. It’s filled with countless datapads, some snacks, and hypercharged energon. He needs all the energy he needs to finish planning ecosystems on two planets: technorganic Venus and biometallic Mars.

The estimated amount of work is so immense that Bumblebee doesn’t feel confident. One thing is taking care of one planet. It was hard, but manageable. But two planets and also Earth under his watch…

This is too much!

He leans against the chair and slightly slides down, feeling disheartened. The plan itself is taking so much time, even divided into small pieces! It’s probably gonna take him several centuries to build up the ecosystem on both planets, but people need it now. Sure, they can wait, but perceived pressures are slowly breaking him. Bumblebee is trying to relax and gather his thoughts, but it doesn’t help much. He hugs himself with his lower arms while covering his face with uppers and sighs.

Windblade, with sitting on her shoulder Sari, enters the room, giggling about something. They see tired Bumblebee and immediately rushed to him. The VTOL jet carefully places her palm on his shoulder, making him look up at her.

“Bee, you don’t look well!” Sari frowns. “Windy, we gotta drag him to the pillows!”

This makes him laugh tiredly, appreciating Sari’s direct course of action.

Windblade looks at his cluttered table, then back to him. Without saying a word, she picks him in bridal style. Bumblebee grunts in protest, but he’s too tired to object vocally. She walks to the huge pillow mound in the room's corner. Every guest gets so perplexed upon seeing this in the main room, and the fact it moves to different corners every time the visit creates a lot of rumors. Bumblebee could clear this up, but those rumors are very entertaining so he and his friends decided to them going.

Windblade carefully puts down the eldritch dragon into fluffy pillows, then flops beside him. Immediately, Bumblebee feels relief. He never realized much tension he was holding for hours until now. He smiles for a bit, but this smile quickly fades upon remembering the impending doom.

“What’s wrong? Do you need help?” Windblade asks.

“I just don’t know how I am I gonna do this.” Bumblebee groans. “Three planets to take care of! Three!”

“You definitely need a hand!” Sari says, carefully leaning forward to him while keeping herself on Windblade’s shoulder. “And we won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“I’m not sure how you can help. All this work is repetitive and requires my abilities.” Bumblebee sighs. “Even if I give you tasks that don’t involve this, there is still a massive load of work on my shoulders.”

Everyone went silent and thought about potential solutions. Bumblebee’s abilities are unique and cannot be replicated, but there has to be a way to make his work more efficient and less stressful.

“I wonder if we could figure out how to share this power?” Windblade asks. “All sparks in Collective Unconscious are connected to you.”

‘Yes! And those threads connecting sparks DO transfer information!” Sari claps her hands once as she realized. “That's how new cybertronians simulate your learning experience in the forging pods, right?”

Bumblebee’s optics widen. He never thought of this.

“That’s an idea! Hold on, I gonna try something!” He closed his optics and went completely still, diving into Collective Unconscious on the spot.

He looks around to find his friends sparks in proximity to his. He touches Windblade’s while placing another hand onto his spark. As Sari suggested, he can feel that the thread is a channel between them. He tried to send a small portion of his energy toward her. It took a few tries until a surge went through the channel into her spark. He let go to confirm that the energy keeps flowing. After this, he forced himself to awake.

Bumblebee is greeted with surprised faces. Windblade stares at him while Sari is somehow down on the pillows, shifting her gaze between the two. He immediately sees that jet’s lilac optics shining the icy blue in the pupil.

“Did it work?! How do you feel? Are you in pain?” he barrages her with questions.

“I felt a jolt through my entire body and it made him almost jump, and knock Sari down,” Windblade says while examining herself. “I don’t feel pain, but I feel bizarre. It’s warm, but it’s not affecting my core temperature.”

“Wow, that sounds neat!” Sari stands up and rapidly climbs Windblade to sit on her shoulder again. “Can you make those shiny projectiles that Bee makes?”

She was about to try this out before she was released she has no idea how. She looks at Bumblebee for help.

“Hmm… oh I know! Imagine you’re pulling the energy out of your spark. It’s fluid, so treat it like water.” He shows her an example, creating the ball of light in his palm. She takes a few tries before a ball of light forms in her hand, identical to his.

“I can’t believe this worked!” Bumblebee stares in awe. “I… I guess we could try this!”

“Woohooo!” Sari cheers, almost falling down again.” This is exciting! Good thing I passed Sumdac Systems to another person, so I can do other things. Like being a Life Warden and help with your responsibilities. And we can share your markings under your eyes to match.”

“And maybe we could expand a bit? An additional system with more people to help you monitor the ecosystems and conservation.” Windblade says, idly moving the ball of light between her hands.

Bumblebee thinks for a moment. On the one hand, he wants to decline because this job is what he was made for. But he knows how this ended. He never had a choice in this matter, but he can’t walk away from it. So, instead, he will do this on his own terms. With help. 

“I like this idea. Though I must be careful because I don’t want to inflict you the same chronic illness I have.”

“Sure, we’ll figure this out.” Windblade smiles. “That sounds nice, isn’t it?”

Bumblebee smiles back, and he thinks about it, the more he likes it. Not being alone on this duty would be so relieved and efficient.

Later in life, he’ll realize that this was one of the best decisions ever he made.

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The sun is setting above Detroit. Bumblebee lay in alt-mode on the shore by lake Erie. Spike is resting by him in a wheelchair, between his neck and right upper paw. They've been chilling for a while, watching the sunset without saying a word. The human has grown very old, his brown hair has turned silver and his already weak knees cannot sustain him. The age of 154 is taking its toll on him, but Spike doesn’t mind.

Bumblebee feels uneasy. He feels the human’s spark is slowly losing its grip on this old body. He doesn’t have much time left…

“So, how is Sari doing?” Spike asks.

“She’s well, and her new body doesn’t cause major issues. There were a few things here and there that required tuning, but this project is a success.” Bumblebee says,says, with a little hope in his voice. “Soon any human can extend their lifespan if they desire.”

“That’s good to hear.”

They sit in silence again. Spike, not saying anything else, makes Bumblebee even more anxious. But he has to know. “Have you considered it?”

“I did, but I won’t,” Spike answered, making Bumblebee’s spark squeeze.

“Why?” he asks, trying hard to not be desperate. He doesn’t want Spike to leave.

“It’s just…” Spike pauses, searching for the right words. ”It’s scary. Not because of the procedure, but because I can’t imagine living forever. I’m okay with the time I was given, and I made the most of it.”

Bumblebee doesn’t understand. As someone who lived an enormously long life, this was strange to him. But he knows humans are like this, embracing mortality from birth and making sure the time they spend alive wouldn’t go to waste and benefit the future generation.

Though, knowing this doesn’t make him any less sad.

“I lived a long life thanks to modern medicine, and I’m grateful for it. I achieved what I wanted to achieve and now I’m content with things as they are. Besides, I don’t want to outlive Daniel, my grandchildren, and their children.” Spike glances up at the dragon with a kind expression. “I hope you’ll understand.”

Right, children too. Sari doesn’t have any, and she tied her life with cybertronians early on. She has no one to outlive after her father passed away.

“I see…” Bumblebee says quietly. It upsets him, but always wants the best for Spike and if he wishes to die naturally, then this is how it should be. “I accept it, then.”

“Thank you.” The human smiles in contentment.

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Two years later Spike was rushed to the hospital because of his health declining fast. Doctors couldn’t do much before he became unresponsive. They allowed his family to enter.

“Where’s uncle?” Daniel asks Windblade, who entered the building in her human holoform.

She glances up. “On the roof. He says he’ll go into Spike’s mindscape.”

“Is… is it safe? I mean, when dad dies, and he’s still in there?�� he asks anxiously, imagining the worst scenario.

Windblade frowns at the possibility, but shakes her head. ”Bumblebee knows what he’s doing.”

On the roof, the dragon appears to be asleep, but his mind is elsewhere. Spike’s mindscape is filled with stars as always, though now it’s slowly falling apart. The human, floating in the middle, sees Bumblebee approaching and waves at him.

“Nice to see you here, but you better not stay for long. This place is going down fast.” He says with a calm voice, feeling relaxed despite anything.

“Yeah, this place has had better days.” Bumblebee chuckles.

Muffled sounds coming from the room in the waking world can be heard. Spike looks up and smiles. “Everyone came, I assume? That’s great! I had a good run, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Bumblebee smiles gently. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Awww, thanks!” Spike laughs.” So, what will happen to me?”

“Well, your spark will detach itself from your body and go to the Well. Then, from what I know, it will be cleansed of all information. All your memories will be erased before you’ll move to another life.”

“Ah… like all-all memories? I was kinda hoping to keep some so I could see you again.”

“Hmm… maybe you’ll keep some echoes of the past or feelings. After all, Windblade somehow found me. Twice!” Bumblebee says, not sure if he should hope or not. He noticed sounds disappeared and everything went black. “Already!?”

Spike, sparing his last second, hugs Bumblebee tightly. “Then I’ll find you again. No matter the cost!”

The dragon hugs back, feeling how the mindscape is pushing him out. “I’ll be waiting. Goodbye, Spike. Thank you for everything. I love you!”

“I love you too. Tell my family I love them.”

Before he could reply, Bumblebee was forced awake and felt Spike’s spark leaving this plane of existence. He was sitting there, feeling numb for a few minutes, before the realization and grief painfully pierced his soul. He sobs and wails as the world cease for him, not noticing a pair of arms embracing and holding him tight.

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Several months after Spike’s death, Bumblebee struggles. The loss hit him harder than he thought, almost incapacitating him completely. He thought he was ready because he knew this was coming. But in the end, it still hurt as much as losing Starjump and Lightbright who died tragically.

“It was my fault.” He cries into his hands, curling into a ball in the bed.

“How can this be your fault? He died of old age!” Windblade tries to reason with him while holding him close.

“I should have convinced him!”

“It was his choice, not yours!” Windblade says, quickly realizing she sounded harsher than she was aiming for.” I mean, would he be happy if he agreed against his wishes?”

“No…” Bumblebee’s sobs harden. He cries his spark out for a few minutes before he could continue. “It hurts so much, and I can’t even bring myself to do anything. I’m so lost and empty, I keep running into things I know he would love — I can’t, I miss him!”

Windblade rests her chin on the top of his head. “I miss him too. We all miss him.”

Sari comes back from her ecological assignment. She could hear him crying at the entrance, so she immediately goes into their room. She climbs onto his shoulder to caress the back of his head.

They stay like this for a while. Bumblebee deeply appreciates the support, making this pain a bit more bearable. He glances at the corner where his little shrine is. A Cybertronian tradition to keep things that belonged to loved ones after they die. It has Starjump’s music box, Lighbright’s filigree lantern, and Spike’s cane, bringing him a small portion of comfort as well.

As long as the memory is alive, they will love on in his spark.

[zarnzarn]

Stolitz fic rec!!

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I'm going to just drop my favorite stolitz fics here.

They run at night by @wearemisfortune

Blitzo is always moving because when his body stops, his mind races. This almost always leads to a terrible fucking idea.

Tonight is no different—but the result will be.

-lovely angst, lovely climax, and it captures Blitz's line of thinking in a serious tone but in a way still feels authentic to the character. And I'm ALWAYS a sucker for the sheer unconditional trust trope.

Junctures by @sluttycrimehat

To everything, there is a season.

-I still am in complete awe of how the author managed to fit so much in such little time. The bit at the end always fucking gets me, I love it so MUCH.

The last general by @curtailed

It's in a month after, with Stolas spent and lying on his side, that Blitzo finally musters up the courage to tell him.

-Hello??? BEAUTIFUL post-harvest moon fic, wonderful vibes, love how well they know each other in this one, the trust is amazing. Love it.

You got everything that I want by @bipridemoth

Stolas can’t recall a time where “love” wasn’t synonymous with “pain” for him.

With Blitzo, it’s not love. So, there’s no pain. Stolas doesn’t let there be pain, at least not emotionally, the physical pain is something he quite enjoys. When Blitzo leaves after their monthly night together, he doesn’t allow himself to feel pain, only anticipation of the next time. He likes that there’s always a next time, even though that’s because of his active incentive more than anything else. But that’s alright, he doesn’t want Blitzo to come see him without an incentive. He deserves favors in turn for what he’s giving Stolas.

-Stolas angst!!!! The angst really is delicious in this one, with just as nice of a happy ending. Blitz is confident about the relationship, which is Wonderful to read and the "I know where this is going" segment had me in TEARS.

Between fairy tales and realities by @coloringthegreyscale

Blitzo's a complicated imp and Striker and Stolas accept that. But what happens when the two worlds he's made for himself collide together for one night? Well...

-Okay, so yes, this is striker/blitz/stolas, but it's so good. All three of them have a lovely dynamic, managing to work out somehow, with powerful Stolas, wonderful Blitz and a HILARIOUS Striker. Go read the series, it's a lot of fun and has many cute interactions that made me smile.

The look by @seireileafy

Blitz has been noticing a change in Stolas.

-It's such a CUTE drabble, I adore when one person can tell the other is pining for them, and the LAST LINE FUCKING GETS ME EVERY TIME-

Instead I made my bed with apathy by @thebooklord15

Just like every night before this one, Blitzo glared at the form next to him, already lulled into the bliss of slumber. He had never meant for things to turn out this way-he’d gotten the grimoire already, he didn’t need this man and from the way Stolas treated him it was clear he did not need the imp either.

And yet.

-Jcjdkafj this one is so GOOD I love blitz being pissed off yet too deep in to stop, and like I've said for others already THAT LAST LINE, PLEASE-

Call and response by anon

It was a love story, maybe.

-short but deliciously angsty, with some beautiful imagery, really nice dialogue, and time-doesn't-exist-in-this-motel-room vibes. Love it.

Shovel proof by @kereea

Octavia tries to give Blitzo the shovel talk. He decides to help with that.

-FUCKING cute, love the Octavia/Blitz dynamic, and it has snappy fun dialogue!! Really sweet.

Reaching out, touching me, touching you by @allmightshipserasermic

Stolas hasn’t been able to preen sufficiently in quite awhile, since Stella refuses to do it for him anymore. Blitzo offers to help.

-PREENING FIC is there anything more I have to say?

The skin you could have by @coloringthegreyscale

Stolas catches Blitzo staring and it leads to some talk, some magic, and a little bit of fun.

-Again, BEAUTIFUL dynamic between the two, lots of angsty tenderness, and lovely body imagery.

Different shapes by @sirdust

“Before the exorcist, he taketh the image and shape of a man.”

Blitz catches a glimpse of Stolas’ human form.

-okay, practically a direct opposite of the previous fic, but SO GOOD, I can't describe it. Love the imagery and their comfortable relationship.

A helluva mess by @stratumgermanitivum

It’s not like Stolas isn’t a hot piece of ass, because he is.

And it’s not like Blitzo’s blind or anything, because he isn’t.

It’s just that there’s pleasure, and then there’s business, and never the twain shall meet. (Unless he finally gets Moxx on board with that threeway, in which case, Blitzo fully intends to christen every damn surface of the office except his precious Loony’s desk.)

-AMAZING, love the pining and denial on both sides it's so great especially since you can tell both sides know that they've messed up. Again, LAST LINE!!

Eat the whole cake (it's what you deserve) by @okoyik

"His Highness is on the phone for you, sir," Moxxie says.

Blitzo makes a face. "Who?"

"Stolas," Moxxie supplies, as if that's supposed to help Blitzo understand. His expression is surely one of complete confusion as he stares at the other imp.

"Who the fuck is Stolas?" Blitzo asks slowly, racking his brain for a face to put to the name.

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Blitzo's memory starts to slip, and all he knows is he needs that owl that seems to haunt his nightmares to stay away.

-HELLO it's only on one out of four chapters for now but it's already SO GOOD I can't WAIT for the rest!!!

Stand tall, but your hands are shaking by @remymorton

It’s been a month since the Harvest Moon festival. Another full moon night arrived, and after that... Blitz ... He's not well.

-wordless cute comfort, truly very sweet, I love it.

Palaces and souvenirs by @cloudysonder

So Stolas is objectively. Objectively. Attractive. Kinda soft-looking, sometimes. Pretty. Whatever. Fuckin’ whatever. That’s always been a thing. Blitzo knew that, Stolas definitely knew that-- whatever.

"This is not," Blitzo thinks, sounding a little bit desperate even to himself, "some sort of revelation."

His flicks of the lighter get a little more unstable, a little more frustrated.

A clawed hand reaches over and takes hold of the lighter, lighting Blitzo’s cigarette with practiced ease, as if he’d done the same thing a thousand times before (He has, Blitzo realizes).

“Silly Blitzy,” he giggles quietly, giving Blitzo a soft pat on the head before curling up beside him, stretching one last time before closing his eyes to sleep.

Blitzo feels warm.

"This," Blitzo tells himself, and it sounds like a command, "will not be a problem."

-I saw the start of this fic on Twitter and have been following it religiously ever since. It's really a gorgeous fic, three chapters up, with the promise of a Great slow burn, fun dialogue and Octavia & Blitz bonding. The level of denial Blitz is in even as he moves comfortably around every aspect of Stolas' life cracks me tf up.

Can't by @hazbincalifornia

Blitzo realizes he feels something something that he doesn't want to feel. This was supposed to be simple.

-feelings realization fic, wonderful, amazing, lovely, also the exact same way I realized I was gay, funnily enough (girl fell asleep in my lap and I was like oh. Oh fuck.)

Too late to stop by @malkaviancake

Stolas spends some time with his thoughts, realizing that his feelings for Blitzo aren't as one sided as he presumed.

-GORGEOUS vocab, I'm truly very obsessed with it. Like most of these stories, LAST LINE!!!!

Itchy with want, thin on sleep by me

It happens in parts- both falling in love and having his eyes opened.

-I will,, finish this one day, but for now here's a few in between moments before they have The Conversation.

Heaven in hiding by me

Their nights together are good, they always are, both of their tastes lining up to be shockingly compatible, but on the days where they end early and they get to spend some extra time cleaning up in comfortable silence or playful banter- and Blitz would rather take a bullet than admit this out loud- but those nights are pretty great too.

-AFTERCARE FIC, I had to write an aftercare fic ft. Good dom Blitz, Stolas taking care of him in return and a comfortable relationship that they both know is going to cause Problems in the future :)

Love in the bones and sinews of this curse by me

Five times Stolas and Blitz needed the grimoire to break a curse + one time they didn't.

-self explanatory. I tried to make it as funny as possible, everyone bickers a lot and Blitz brings Stolas flowers and gifts, what more could you need?

Life is a curse (love makes it worse) by me

"Alright!" Blitz says, clapping his hands together, "Weapons out, and-"

Half pull out some gun or the other, but half just look at him blankly. Blitz wishes for death.

"Save me from this family," He mutters under his breath, "Okay. Take these then." He passes out the few weapons he'd brought along with him and doesn't ask if they know how to use them because if he hears a no, he's giving up and going back home. "Stick close and talk loudly so the others can hear us. Let's go."

They move out, Blitz taking the lead and the rest forming a circle close behind him, starting up a loud conversation about the neighbour's garden. It gives him enough time to wonder exactly what the fuck he's doing here, in a nightmare world with a bunch of pretentious snobs, searching for his stupid Ars Goetia boyfriend, instead of sleeping in his nice lumpy bed back at home.

-a sequel to the previous fic!!! I had to write some Octavia and Blitz bonding, and accidentally added in a bunch of teenage imps who work for Stolas who imprint on Blitz immediately. And there's Eldritch Stolas, protective boyfriends and found family!!! The whole shebang!!!

This ended up being Much longer than I'd expected, but genuinely every fic up there is really good, go check em out!!!!

[asirensrage]

For the plot bunnies, the ST fairy tales au features a sleeping curse and, instead of the typical “True Love’s kiss”, OC has to sacrifice something important to her.

For the Hanahaki fic (the first one that features the older teens realizing too late), OC was friends with each of the teens at one point or another and developed flowers for them. However, like some friendships, people drift apart. Or, in her case, they left her behind. She ends up having surgery for reasons (I’m not too clear on the reasons) and her feelings for the older teens are removed. (Side note: she had a huge crush on Steve.) OC doesn’t forget them—she’s more detached in her interactions with them. She ends up being around them post surgery due to Dustin and the other kids. I’m also inspired by Nalini Singh’s novel, Silver Silence.

For the other Hanahaki fic featuring being possessed by a cosmic being/eldritch horror, I’m picturing a similar scenario where OC and Steve were childhood friends until they reached high school and he left her behind for his King Steve era. Throughout their friendship, she slowly developed flowers and, when he became popular and distanced himself from her, the flowers were killing her and she had the surgery. Something went wrong during the surgery and she was clinically dead for a few minutes and something Other hitched a ride with her. I’m picturing a scene where OC faces the demogorgon and it gets cowed before OC like there’s something more terrifying.

Anyhoo, hope that makes sense! Thank you!

I stand by the fact that suffocating to death by flowers growing in your lungs is a terrible way to go.

Ooo sacrifice is always more angst ridden than "true love's kiss". That sounds fun.

It sounds like you have a good base and outlook for these. I'm a big fan of angst so they sound fun to explore. Especially that scene with the idea that the oc is more terrifying. Something not quite human. It reminds me a bit of this fic Wearing Old Bones (From Those That Came First) by IcarusCrane which was inspired a bit from my fic and focuses on Tammy Thompson. You should check that out if you're interested. It's really good so far.

I don't know that novel but I'll check it out. I'm always into book recs!

Thanks for sharing! I enjoyed this a lot!

ridea's bday celebration (12th-19th)

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

For the everyone’s secretly a mythological creature au. This is all Characters I’ve figured out so far mythological creature wise.



Philza: Peryton

I often see Phil drawn with stag antlers and wings and immediately thought of this mythological creature. Are often seen as omens of death and destruction. In this au he files down his antlers when there coming in and passes himself off as a bird hybrid. You could also make this angst because Phil is a creature who brings destruction and death but he fight against his very nature adopting childish trying to cultivate instead of destroying only to watch it all fall apart.

Jack Manifold. Vampire (and completely in denial about it.)

Also trying to prove everyone else is a supernatural creature not out of malice but out of frustration that no one can see the obvious. (And no Niki I’m not burning in the sun I’ve just go sensitive skin and that obvious just one of those joke mirrors and wow I’ve suddenly developed an allergy to garlic which I’m going to ignore cause pizza- but Sapnap literally Just Lite That House On Fire With His Mind! Why aren’t we focusing on that!)

Dream: Nephilim

Abominations against the natural order, need I say more. Also I rarely see any evil nephlims which I think is a lack of imagination on are part; also-also eldritch winged Dream is Pog.

Hannah: Summer court Pixie ( after the fact she mentioned she loved it when people drew her as such.)

Funnily enough Hannah’s the most open about her mythological creature status and assumes everyone knows and excepts who she is. Not yet realizing that everyone on this server is a complete dumb ass and couldn’t see the truth if it slapped them in the face with a fish. But then again she thinks everyone is normal so idk what that says about her.

Foolish: an actual baby demi-god.

What more do I need to say, he’s a demi-god pretending to be normal and it shouldn’t be working but as I’ve said before, everyone is to oblivious to notice.

Karl: Mothman

He can see thru time and travel threw it. Also fluffy moth Karl that is all.

Ranboo: Dragon

His mama was the enderdragon he was the egg at the end. What happened between then and new L’manburg is a mystery, especially to Ranboo who’s assumed he’s a Enderman hybrid up until this point. He has so many panic attacks over this secret.

Tubbo: Dryad of spring

Has the wings of a bee, horns of a cow , flowers growing in his hair and the Lower legs of a deer, hides his wings as tattoos along his back ( Tommy is very jealous he wants tattoos!) and passes him self off as a moobloom with an amputated tail this some how works.

This is all I got so far is you have any more suggestions I’d love to here them? I’m feeling Siren for Wilbur maybe? idk how I feel about that, either Reynard Fox or Kitsune for Fundy. Anyways thank you for taking the time to answer all are asks, you and this blog are super Pog! 

This fits them very well and I like it. I love all of these concepts a lot. I like it a lot.

Siren Wilbur is cool and Kitsune Fundy is something I love.

Glad you’re enjoying the blog!

[yanderecandystore]

TUMBLR DIED BEFORE I COULD FINISH BUT imagine the collector unsuccessfully attempting time and time again to trap a ( albeit disguised ) god that turns out to either be much older/wiser or much stronger then he is. chaos ensues

Hey boo! Don't worry I got your ask. Tumblr can be so rude sometimes, all you need is your WiFi to drop one bar low and all that you have done is gone in an instant.

This may be a little different than what you expect, but I still hope you enjoy it!

TW/Tags: Smoll caos with a hint of potential fluff/angst (because I'm feeling soft, kay? ����) // God complex coming both sides, so there is a lot of sassiness // I think that for the sake of this headcanon, reader will be an humanoid-looking god // I'll give the reader the ability to choose which type of entity and title they have, but that may cause a little bit of disimmersion when it comes to reading, so yeah just an warning.

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This has nothing to do with the headcanon, but Papyrus is the best skeleton boy you'll ever meet [Yandere!Eldritch OC x God!Reader - Headcanon]:

So, I would imagine that your first encounter would be very, very interesting.

I'm gonna let you choose which type of god you're in this headcanon. Are you one of the greek gods? Perhaps an african god? One of the various entities in Asia? Or are you completely different from all of them? Are you a cosmic entity that just so happens to look like a human? It's up to you darling.

You, [Y/N], were simply walking around a garden you grew to appreciate. At first you thought that receiving this type of gift wasn't really needed, but having buildings built in your name and glory it's pretty flattering. A whole garden built in your image, the statues fit this place perfectly, the only thing missing is the shrine that the humans are currently building.

What a lovely day, right? Yet, the sound of something being pulled out of the ground with immense force made you realize that there was a newcomer to your garden.

Maybe you're familiar with the white masked creatures from the beyond, or may be not. Maybe you just see them as a strange monster that has started to… steal the trees in your garden? You can't tell whether to laugh or to take great offence to this ridiculous sight.

A being tall and grand as the sky above, stealing plants from your garden, but to what cause exactly? What is their gain? One can't help themselves but to be curious over such a fascinating sight.

Your approach to the situation is one of pure mischievous nature, but not letting your guard down, as you aren't so sure what this stranger is capable of doing just yet.

"- Well, hello." You try to take their attention out of your beautiful flowers. He wasn't picking one by one, he was taking the entire bush and… Consuming them? There is an immense amount of light every time he puts them behind his mask, what could be underneath that if not a face?

"- Oh! Greetings." He says turning his head to look at the direction of the voice, only to be met with a little human greeting him. He still doesn't seem to be really bothered by your presence, as he continues his activities as usual.

"- Gorgeous flowers right?" You ask, still wondering if he realizes that none of these plants are his.

"- Indeed, it's beautiful specimens such as these that need to be guarded somewhere more safely, don't you think?" He asks, although his whole time is pretty distant from the present conversation. He probably does think you're just an ordinary human.

"- Yeah, I sure think that the owner of the garden is taking good care though." You respond, hoping he has some sort of sense to understand that he is in a private area, taking things that aren't his.

"- Well, they seem pretty lonely over here, and besides, I haven't seen anyone taking care of them." He probably already noticed what you're doing, trying to make him feel bad for taking them away. But honestly, he didn't saw anyone here to take care of them, so it may as well be from no one.

And if it is from no one, is his now.

"- Are you perhaps the owner of the garden?" He asks, now paying close attention to you. You seem to be an upper class human, lavishly adorned by those jewels and fine silk, it would make a lot of sense of you were the owner of such an extravagant place. Are you perhaps made at his entrance into "your territory"?

"- Maybe I am, maybe I'm not, why the curiosity?" You ask while making your way to seat down at one of the stone benches near the creature.

"- Just wondering why you're so interested in my presence. I guess I'm not wanted here." He was going to go back to… Wherever the hell he is from, but you decided to stop him right there.

"- Wouldn't it be rude for you to leave without making an proper introduction to the host? And hey, what kind of host am I if I let you leave this place while having such an unpleasant experience?" You make a little sign to tell him to seat with you. I mean, metaphorically, he can't really seat at that tiny little bench with you.

This interesting encounter lead to an surprisingly interesting conversation between two beings that are very similar yet aren't fully aware of it. The Collector sees you as a really intelectual human, almost so close to understanding his own feelings towards the other creatures around him, and you think he could be just another kind of monster with an oddly endearing superiority complex.

The type of "yes, sir, I do shiny like a thousand stars" it's strangely very entertaining to watch. You're both art lovers, and seem to have an great fascination with the living creatures around you, even if they're a "beneath" you two.

If only this conversation could least longer, if only he could held his hoarding erge, but he couldn't.

"- This conversation has been the best I had in eons!" He squeals in excitement.

"- Yeah. The feeling is mutual." You say being completely honest. Although, he didn't think you were being serious on each word you said.

"- I think we'll have a great time when I put you in the jewel box." He starts to stand himself up, his legs making mechanical noises that almost overpowered the sound your voice when you said:

"- Uhn…. The what?" You asked genuinely confused about this turn of events.

"- Oh! Well, I like to call it jewel box but if you want an precise description is an pocket dimension containing my vast collection!" He says absolutely eccstatic about this! His hand starts to go towards your small form, successfully picking you up in a really gentle way.

"- An collection? Of what exactly?" You decided to go with this just out of curiosity. This is starting to become concerning and interesting!

"- Of living creatures such as your beautiful little self." He answers, but without waiting your response, he pulls his mask slightly to the side as an strong amount of light hit your eyes making you temporarily blind.

He thought he had managed to transport you with the plants he had stolen to his little storage dimension, yet he was proven wrong when he heard an voice say:

"- Wow! That was…. An interesting and short ride! Absolutely terrifying!" When he turned around he saw you adjusting yourself as you speak. Man, who would've thought being transported to another dimension would be like this?

And of course, he is shocked. How??? How did you do that? How did you managed to get out? Have you even went inside??

He was starting to check his mask to see if he could feel anymore new cracks, or if the mask was damaged in any way. Luckily for him, his mask hasn't been damaged at all, yet he was still left with unanswered questions.

"- H-How?" This is the first time in his life he has ever stutter, he felt so confused and afraid because he couldn't understand what the hell just happened!?!

You turned your head to look at him, your once welcoming mischievous face wear a more serious expression, almost an scorn.

"- So, this is what you meant by loving the "lesser creatures"? The ones that can't protect themselves from the almost of power you harbor? You capture them and put them in your personal little playground?"

You asked him, scolding him as you came forward to his towering form. You looked straight up at his eyes. Or more accurately, his masks holes for eyes. He is so shocked at this outcome that his first reaction is to distance himself from you, walking back in desperation.

If any of his kind saw this pathetic display, they would probably laugh at him to no end.

"- I should have known better than to trust someone so soon. I should have banned you from my garden, but now? I'm kinda glad I got to see your true nature-" You didn't stop your march towards him. You only stopped when he was corned by the mountain against his back "- You vile mons-" You were cut off in the middle of your rant by a large hand picking you fast as he tried once again to shove you into his light. Into his dimension.

He needed to confirm he hasn't went insane. No, no, this couldn't be possible, it had to be impossible!

How can you stop the teleportation midway and go back like nothing happened???

"- Were you listening to anything I said?" You once again appeared near him, clearly mad at his futile attempts of imprisoning you.

He… Is shaking. Uncontrollably. His body is shaking in such a pace that even the mountain behind him seem to be suffering from the earthquake caused by his sudden shaking.

You weren't understanding what was happening, and before you could try to get some answers his whole body freezed the moment an crack was audibly coming from his mask.

He was getting so, so stressed over this predicament. He needed to calm down. He needed to understand what was happening and who were you to be able to do this to him!

"- I.. I have underestimated you." It's all he managed to say. It's all he could process at this moment.

"- Well, I guess I did as well." You thought he was only another monster hanging around your garden. You didn't expect such powerful abilities being used to harm others.

Your later encounters were, well, kinda bittersweet at first. He kept stealing jewelry and kidnapping habitants of your world. You did try to fight him, but you soon learned that he was essentially a walking bomb. A cosmic one at that. To kill him, you need to break his mask, breaking his mask causes an immense explosion that will consume everything around it, and then turning all that mass into a new star with a new solar system.

And there is a slight possibility of him rebirthing with the star and the new planets. You were considering consulting other entities to create an weapon capable of destroying his kind without causing too much destruction. You have yet to decide your next move.

You two had, interesting encounters. No fighting, no trying to harm or to trap one another. Just… Talking. Just like you two did in your first meeting.

As the centuries pass you notice how he still wants to keep you in his little playground, which still disturbs you to no end, but at least he has stopped picking more victims to his dollhouse. His attempts are still futile and naive, yet, you can't help but feel concerned about his cracks in his mask. Not only the possibility of it breaking causing an massive massacre against all that you love and care about, but- You can't help but be worried about him.

You have soon learned what the cracks means to his kind.

"- Hey, look, stop- Sigh, stop trying… Please." You try warning him, not wanting to see him overstressed again.

He looks at you, and although his mask doesn't show, you feel that he is looking at you with confusion and tiredness. He knows you're just like him, so it makes sense that you can't be trapped inside his dimension.

Is, kinda of a thing about his kind. There is an common understanding that if you love something, you put it where no one will be able to harm or take it away. They can't physically put each other inside their pocket dimensions, but saying that you do it for them if it was possible is kinda an emotional phrase to them. It's an weird equivalent of "I love you", but they aren't aware of how this types of feelings work, so whenever they say it, is supposed to be really special.

Even if to the majority of the universe, it sounds incredibly concerning and possessive.

He just- He just really wishes he could take you with him, to keep you with him.

He doesn't understand why, he just really wants to, and the frustration of not being able to is killing him (literally).

"- Why are you-" He tried to muster an question, but he feels so weak and pathetic that he can't even ask you why you care about him. You interrupt him, shushing him up in hopes of it easing his mind.

"- Just, please, don't say anything. Don't think about anything. You'll get yourself hurt if you do."

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Jesus Christ, I'm really sorry if this isn't what you were waiting for anon, I'm really sorry but I still wanted to share it so here it is- 😭

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[fandomandangstlover]

@popitdontdropitwrites hi hello welcome to my shitpost of an account where everything is everywhere at once! Hope ya enjoy!

...i have 10+ AUs— Here's a List though! /nm

I Will try to talk about a good amount of AUs ah hav, but OCs? Don't have a lot of those fellas so I might be able to talk about most/maybe all of them—

A lot is Engie Centered I am not sorry for this

All of this will be below the read more because lo n g —

Aight AU time ;

Let's start with the Original? AU, eh? It's been on my brain (mostly the Mandela Catalogue Crossover one but ah'll talk about that later) rant free for awhile. So. Let's go!

This is an AU me and a friend made, and both work on. There's an Ask Blog for the AU (and a tag) so feel free to check that out! Though it's old, and will probably need to be updated.

It's basically just TF2 But Make The Mercenaries Suffer, or to be more specific, Make Our Favourite Characters Suffer. Andd Add More Salt Into The Wound.

There's also characters living in RED Engie's head because it started out as a joke but it almost immediately turned into l o r e .

BLU Engie is an Alien (Shapeshifting mf), and took RED in when they ran from, well,, home. I'm not gonna go in detail. But hey at least they have permission from Dell to take his identity now lol—

Scout is a motherless boy.

And everyone else we will need to figure out more of. So yeah. Just Angst My Guy.

Now the Original? AU x Mandela Catalogue AU —

Basically, BLU Engie is an Alternate, RED is traumatized more somehow, the people in his head is Trying, andd M.A.D. sucks.

I don't have a lot for this one sorry.

Engie in Pyroland AU is basically the name!

Not APart Of The Team Anymore AU is Engie ran away from team because They Were Really Bad and yet keeps coming back to Wreck Havoc for Revenge.

Aesthetic World AU is...BLU Engie was experiment on when child, basically became a Gateway of some kind, stayed in the other World that was enterable through their blood for some time, and was bought back to Earth away from the person that were experimenting on them. Got into the Mercenary Job and Chaos Ensues.

Experiment AU is BLU Engie turned into (Failed) Weapon by BLU Medic unwillingly, Escaped, and Is Trying To Cope.

I can't think of an au interesting enough to explain so uh that's all for the AUs

AU tags exist so feel free to check those out as well!!

Now OCs ;

The Docile Engineer is an Engineer that was experimented on by a Medic, was broken out, now in the wild with their face covered by a blur that won't go away— Yet they keep coming back to the battlefield to help out those alone because they have a healing ability and deep down they miss fighting by their Team's side, even though they suck at it so badly. Ah luv them . So much .

The Weeping Soldier is a BLU Soldier who was abandoned by his Team on a Team Mission and now Roams the Battlefield as an Angel(?) to distract the other Team. They are constantly crying and can't stop it.

Radell is a Ragdoll who escaped from the Dark Room after being locked up because they lost their arm and was deemed Useless. Now roams Gmod Maps endlessly.

Orla The Engineer is a DnD and TF2 OC Who I Need To Finish Working On and Wants to Use But CAN'T because SCHOOL and STRESS and INCONVENIENCE— sorry.

They are a True Natural Sorcerer Abyssal Tiefling, which might change as time goes on, who work on both Teams and is basically in the middle for the Team stuff.

Heregineer is a Eldritch horror TF2 Freak.

Muffineer is Muffineer.

Feel free to ask anything else! About any of these, or the ones in the list! Go nuts :)

The Flower Duo, consisting of Petal and Vine, both runs a Flower Shop and may have a much darker plan in mind. Yes they work at Mann Co. too—

The AU Hoppers are people who travel around the Engieverse(A Multiverse I made for all of my AUs)/Multiverses. Basically their name. There are the Engineer (the solo guy who interacts most with the AU Fellas), the Soldier and the Pyro!

The Admins are people who are taking care of the Engieverse itself! The only ones left are the Engineer and the Demoman. There used to be more but...haha...

Holds my AUs and Characters

Anyone wanna know something about any of them? Me bored and wanna talk about these fellas

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Happy birthday week!

Just stopping by to share a plot bunny I have. Okay…I have several…okay, maybe a handful.

The first plot bunny is inspired by @erin-bo-berin and one of the anon asks she received. This particular anon asked had an idea in which the older Stranger Things teens have a campfire and they’re telling stories and Reader tells a story that channels their bitterness over how Steve never saw them as a potential love interest. So, that’s the context. My plot bunny featured an OC who suffers from Hanahaki disease. Circumstances leads the OC to get the disease taken care of and Steve and the others realize too late how important OC is. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’m not sure but I do enjoy angst. I’m also a sucker for happy endings but I digress.

The second plot bunny involves a fairy tale Stranger Things au. The OC makes a sacrifice to break a curse. There’s angst in there.

The third plot bunny isn’t fully formed. However, I did draw some inspiration from reading fanfics on AO3 and tumblr. What if, in the Hanahaki au, the OC was clinically dead when getting the surgery to remove the flowers/her feelings for Steve and ends up being slowly possessed by some eldritch horror or cosmic being?

Just a food for thought. Anyhoo, happy birthday! 🎁🎂🎈🎊🎉

Thank you!!!

And thanks for participating! I'm a big fan of plot bunnies. Now, I had to look up Hanahaki, and I gotta say, the idea of slowly choking to death because of flowers in your lungs (because of unrequited feelings) is terrifying.

I'm a big fan of angst so your ideas sound like a lot of fun hahaha. The realization too late is angst city! I also love the idea of breaking a curse and a fairy tale au. That's cool. Any ideas what type of curse?

Plot bunnies don't need to be fully formed, don't worry. That sounds terrifying but also fun. You could wreak a lot of havoc with that lol.

I think you have some solid ideas. Let me know if you write them or give them more form!

Thanks for sharing!!

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