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two EARLY early rusty pfps of mine.........these are so old it feels like they're from another dimension at this point. both are from september 2022 or so
#you can see that I clarified what I wanted from my rusty very quickly#these versions are maybe a handful of weeks apart#the left is my first colored drawing of rusty and the one on the right already features a lot of my trademarks#face rust‚ near-black base‚ no orange in the costume itself‚ red theme‚ FANGS‚ yellow eyes‚ chin shape and mullet#overall a heavy broadway / g mowry influence combined with my own headcannons#you can also see exactly how rusty's face rust eventually grew into the large path across his nose cuz i just added more every time LOL#and the old four pointed star in his eyes headcannon which i came up with on my first day into starex and eventually stopped drawing bc-#-the way i draw eyes just doesn't really allow for it#anyways. history lesson or whatever#these were both my pfp for some time but i never actually POSTED them#i can do another few posts with my pfps but probably on mus1ca1 instead bc they're lower quality from here on out#stex fanart#rusty the steam engine#stex#art or whatever
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KINKNUARY 2024 MASTERLIST
When everything gets unshackled from the rust of their cages and out of their frustrating restraints—filthiness ensues and arrogates all over them, consuming them with lust and temptation that's inescapable...
Welcome to the world of filth and the scope of such crazy domains!
This will be the Official Masterlist of the Kinknuary 2024 Series that I've been working on for a while now!
Also, no crazy plots, a lot of filth and of course, numerous kinks, hence the name… obviously
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Act I: Exordium
Day 1: Breeding ft. aespa’s Winter (Kim Minjeong)
Day 2: Praise Kink ft. IVE’s Jang Wonyoung
Day 3: Blowjob ft. LE SSERAFIM’s Huh Yunjin
Day 4: Rimming ft. fromis_9’s Saerom
Day 5: Degradation ft. IVE’s Ahn Yujin
Day 6: Begging ft. (G)I-DLE’s Yuqi
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Act II: Galvanize
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Day 7: Titfucking ft. Kep1er’s Chaehyun
Day 8: Thighfucking ft. Kep1er’s Mashiro
Day 9: Cunnilingus ft. LE SSERAFIM’s Kim Chaewon
Day 10: Body Worship ft. ITZY’s Yuna
Day 11: Riding ft. NMIXX’s Haewon
Day 12: Anal Sex ft. ITZY’s Chaeryeong
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Act III: Vehemence
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Day 13: Uniform Kink ft. NewJeans’ Hanni
Day 14: Hate Sex ft. IVE’s Gaeul
Day 15: Blindfold/Sensory Deprivation ft. aespa’s Karina
Day 16: Edging ft. IVE’s Rei
Day 17: Brat Taming ft. Choi Yena
Day 18: Voyeurism ft. Kang Hyewon, Kwon Eunbi
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Act IV: Forestate
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Day 19: Overstimulation ft. (G)I-DLE’s Miyeon
Day 20: Choking ft. ITZY’s Yeji
Day 21: Facefucking ft. Billlie’s Sheon (Kim Suyeon)
Day 23: Foodplay ft. fromis_9’s Jiheon
Day 22: Spanking ft. Kep1er’s Xiaoting
Day 24: Dacryphilia ft. NewJeans’ Minji
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Act V: Breakdown
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Day 25: Rough Sex ft. (G)I-DLE’s Minnie (Nicha Yontararak)
Day 26: Petplay ft. NMIXX’s Sullyoon (Seol Yoona)
Day 27: Shower Sex ft. Red Velvet’s Seulgi
Day 28: Phone Sex ft. ARTMS’ Heejin
Day 29: Hair-Pulling ft. LE SSERAFIM’s Kazuha
Day 30: Bondage ft. ITZY’s Ryujin
Day 31: Pegging ft. LE SSERAFIM’s Sakura
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#kinknuary 2024 masterlist#kinknuary 2024 series#aespa smut#ive smut#le sserafim smut#fromis_9 smut#gi-dle smut#kep1er smut#itzy smut#nmixx smut#newjeans smut#yena smut#hyewon smut#eunbi smut#billlie smut#red velvet smut#artms smut
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thinking about tanguish giving helsknight some sort of favor before the colosseum fight.... not sure what he has that would be a good token of his care but yknow. the concept :]
-leechwife anon
Helsknight turns the little copper coin over in his gauntleted hands, trying to be gentle. Trying not to drop it. Tanguish has done him the favor of putting it on a chain, but still. He doesn't want to tarnish it by letting it touch the ground. His heart does funny things when he looks at it, feels its weight in his hand, and he thinks [Gods and Saints, he'd be so pissed if he dropped it.] Not Tanguish of course. Tanguish probably wouldn't know. Helsknight would get angry. At himself. At what it meant.
[The stupid little pest probably doesn't even know what he's given.]
Knights. Favors. Tokens. It was all very chivalrous. Very steeped in Courtly Love and honor and intrigue. It was the kind of thing Welsknight idolized. The kind of thing romantic people thought knights actually did -- the kind of thing only the very showy did in real life. Helsknight didn't do Courtly tournaments. He didn't joust. Well -- not often. And if he's being completely honest, not well either. Chivalry has a lot to do with horses, and there aren't a lot of those in hels. They're not wasted on jousts often.
Still. Helsknight palms this little coin on its little chain, and his heart dances. To win someone's favor, to be given a token of their affection, is to be reminded he isn't fighting for his own glory. His own honor. He is fighting for someone else's. And the crowd is chanting and roaring past the gate. And he is surrounded by a dozen fighters all going through their rituals before the fighting starts. And Helsknight is staring at a coin, the thing Tanguish uses to escape, the most precious thing his little pest owns, the thing they fought the Demon for. The thing the Demon rigged this event for. And he thinks [not for his own honor, but for Tanguish.] And his heart flips again.
What is this? Nerves? Returned affection? Something deeper maybe. A dog being offered something long deprived in exchange for loyalty already inexorably given. A sword that rusts in its sheath feeling a hand rest on its pommel in trust and promise.
A knight given something to fight for, when previously all there was, was himself.
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"I uh... For you," Tanguish had stammered when Helsknight was armed and armored, bashfully holding out the trinket like he was ashamed to give it. "I was talking to Red and-- well-- it's-- it's for luck."
He'd dropped it into Helsknight's palm, face stern in that strained way of someone trying desperately to give importance to something they found silly. "Uhm... G-give it back to me when this is over, okay?" He hesitated and amended. "You give it back. No one... No one picking it up for you after-- because--"
Tanguish winced in that way he did when he was avoiding unpleasant thoughts, like they might come alive and bite him. It was a motion that always struck Helsknight as uniquely superstitious. Forbidden words that, once uttered, became prophetic.
"Just get it back to me, okay?"
Helsknight smiled. It was hard not to. Not when someone was being so earnest. He was much better at being earnest about things. It might as well have come with the knighthood. The first tenet of wearing armor and swearing tenets to a god somewhere: take everything far too seriously.
So Helsknight had calmly handed it back and said with as much gravity and gentleness as the situation would allow him. "Would you bestow your favor on me, Fair Sir, that I might fight for your honor?"
Tanguish blinked at him, baffled. "I-I just--"
Then Helsknight knelt and bowed his head, and Tanguish whispered "Oh." in that quiet, startled way he did when he spotted some new and precious stained glass window in a grand church facade. With nimble fingers he slipped the necklace chain around Helsknight's head, and pulled his hair free. The little coin, seated over Helsknight's chest, chimed a delicate bell against his breastplate. Before Tanguish could whisk his hands away, Helsknight reached forward and gently clasped one. He kissed the back of Tanguish's hand, swallowing a chuckle when Tanguish let out a squeak of embarrassed bafflement.
"I accept your favor, and fight for your honor as if it were my own," Helsknight told the back of Tanguish's hand. He stood, Tanguish's hand clasped in both of his now, and leaned in close. "And my heart is glad for the chance to bring your name glory."
Tanguish looked up at him, breathing just a little too quickly, the half-panic of someone who had stumbled on gravity and ceremony, and a depth of emotion, when they had expected none. His eyes were wide with the pale yellow of quiet sunrises in far away places, and the sculk-lights of his freckles glittered in a blush of starlight. Helsknight could have stared like that forever, pinning Tanguish there in a moment of depth and promise that only two people inexorably linked could share. The panic of realizing your fear for someone's safety came from a place so close to your heart, it might even be your own soul.
But Helsknight, by tenet and intention, wasn't allowed to be cruel. So he didn't hold Tanguish in suspense over silly courtly rituals that didn't matter. Instead, he and ruffled Tanguish's hair, and laughed, "And now you know what to do the next time some stupid romance knight strikes your fancy."
Tanguish sputtered his own surprised laugh and shoved Helsknight's hand away, "Oh whatever. Nobody else around here does the knight thing but you."
"Nobody does it as well as me, you mean," Helsknight preened, turning to the mirror to check the drape of his cloak.
"I meant it, Helsknight." Tanguish said, his voice suddenly sober. Helsknight could see Tanguish watching him in the mirror, the hand Helsknight had kissed clasped in the other, like he could trap the sensation there. "Don't die."
"I won't die," Helsknight said, trying to sound serious, but finding the request a little ridiculous in spite of himself. "I haven't lost yet. I don't intend to lose anytime soon."
"I don't think intentions mean much, in the Colosseum."
"Intentions mean everything in the Colosseum," Helsknight corrected, tying his hair back in a quick ponytail. "And I intend to win. Saint willing."
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Helsknight sits on a bench just outside the gate, and turns Tanguish's coin in his hand one more time. In the stands, in one of the boxes for honored guests, Tanguish is sitting alone, waiting for the world to turn around Helsknight's next fight. The knight smirks, and drops the chain behind his breastplate where the coin will stay safe. He feels the weight of expectation, of one person among thousands who desperately wants him to win. It is heavy as a cross, and light as angels' wings. Somewhere else the Demon sits, prideful in his perfect trap, expecting Helsknight to lose -- to humiliate him, to prove he's powerful, to prove Tanguish's little resistance means nothing. It doesn't bother Helsknight to know he is a piece in someone else's game. That has always been what the knight is for.
Helsknight wonders again if Tanguish knew what he was doing. If he knew what tokens meant, what favor truly was. If he knew about giving a Champion his honor to fight for, if he knew what that would mean in a fight against the Demon, who hates him so much. Who rigged this match just to spite him, to prove Helsknight can't protect him.
"Saint willing or not," Helsknight vows quietly, "I'll win."
And he stands and draws his sword.
#rns asks#rns ficlets#leechwife anon#helsknight#tanguish#the demon#the Colosseum#:3 had fun with this one
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˚* ੈ✩‧₊ (Translated) Team Galactic Reference Sheets [ 1 / ??? ]
I was able to uncover some extra stuff on Team Galactic! Granted, a lot of them are key art we've already seen, but each one has some additional info in them such as clothing details and their color palettes! Hopefully this could serve as a compilation of reference materials for anyone who might need it. like me.
[Also please keep in mind that this is machine translated and is not professionally done as I am not fluent enough. I also cannot translate handwritten notes. I might add additional info/context for the shakier/vague bits though, those will be in blue.) Please keep reading below to see it! Characters will be arranged according to their rank!
Cyrus
Starting from the top, we have some details regarding the clothes.
アカギ詳細設定 | Akagi Detail Settings 【 上着 】 | Top/Jacket - 袖無しの上着とインナーの重ね着 Sleeveless top and inner layer - 上着前身頃を隙間から見えるパーツで留めています。 The front of the jacket is fastened with parts that are visible through the gaps. - インナーは横締模様のみの長袖。 The innerwear is long-sleeved with a horizontal pattern. This refers to the lines/lining on the sleeves and chest area of the shirt as well as his pants. - 背面は右図の通り。 The back (of the vest) is as shown on the right. 【 靴 】 | Shoes - ラインが 3 本入った靴 。 The shoes are lined/have 3 lines.
Cyrus' official color palette:
(Also I'll be using lenticular brackets for each part just so it's easier to spot!)
Format is: Pantone -> Hex -> RGB
【 Hair 】 Pantone 278 C #8bb8e8 rgb(139,184,232) 【 Team Galactic insignia 】 Pantone 122 C #fed141 rgb(254,209,65) 【 Vest 】 Pantone 428 C #c1c6c8 rgb(193,198,200) 【 Sleeves/Pants 】 Pantone Cool Gray 10 C #63666a rgb(99,102,106) 【 Innerwear 】 White I'm serious, there's no specific kind mentioned. It's just...white.
I thought of including this purely because it had a doodle of Cyrus holding it lovingly on the side.
あかいくさり | Red Chain 横から | From the side 先端が不思議な力で くっついている状態になつている。 接合部品があるわけではない The tips are attached to each other by a mysterious force. There are no joint parts. サビ汚れのような模様が 結晶内部に見られる Rust stain-like patterns can be seen inside the crystal. (断面図) Cross-sectional view.
Saturn
サターン詳細設定 | Saturn Detail Settings 【 頭部 】 | Head - 髪型 (右図参照) Hairstyle (see figure on the right.) 【 上着 】 | Top/Jacket - 育中にGマーク入っています。 It has the G-mark (Team Galactic insignia) on it. Note that the insignia is also present at the back. 【 靴 】 | Shoes - マー ズ と ジュ ピタ ー 同 様 、 つま 先 に ライ ン が 1 本 入っ て いま す 。 ※ ブ ー ツ で は あり ませ ん Like/Same as Mars and Jupiter, the toe has a single line. It is not a boot.
Saturn's official color palette:
Format is: Pantone -> Hex -> RGB
【 Hair 】 Pantone 285 C #0072ce rgb(0,114,206) 【 Team Galactic insignia 】 Pantone 122 C #fed141 rgb(254,209,65) 【 Vest 】 White 【 Innerwear/Pants 】 Pantone Cool Gray 10 C #63666a rgb(99,102,106) You'll notice a lot of these colors will be the same as the others, but I'll include it anyhow.
Jupiter
ジュビター詳細設定 | Jupiter Detail Settings 【 頭部 】 | Head - 頭頂部と後ろに髪留めを付けています。 She has hair clips on the top and back of her head. - 横向き時 (右図参照) Side-view (see figure on the right.) 【 背面 】 | Back/Rear - 腰回りの部分はマーズと同じです。 The waist area is the same as Mars. 【 足 】 | Foot - 左足大腹部に素肌の上からゴムリングのような バーツを巻いています。 A rubber ring-like part is wrapped around the bare skin of the left leg.
Jupiter's official color palette:
Format is: Pantone -> Hex -> RGB
【 Hair 】 Pantone 248 C #a51890 rgb(165,24,144) 【 Team Galactic insignia 】 Pantone 122 C #fed141 rgb(254,209,65) 【 Innerwear/Stockings 】 Pantone Cool Gray 10 C #63666a rgb(99,102,106) 【 Grey Lining 】 Pantone 428 C #c1c6c8 rgb(193,198,200) 【 Boots 】 White
Mars
Interestingly, Mars has two versions of her detail sheet! I'll be translating the bottom one since they're both technically the same.
マーズ詳細設定 | Mars Detail Settings 【 頭部 】 | Head - 正面 (右図参照) Front-view (see figure on the right) 【 正面 】 | Front - ジュピターと同じデザインです。 It has the same design as Jupiter. 【 背面 】 | Back/Rear - 用回りのライン (背中~スカート) は丸くなっています。 The line around the body (back~skirt) is rounded. This most-likely refers to the cutaway of the backside of the skirt, not the hem/rim of the skirt itself.
Mars' official color palette:
Format is: Pantone -> Hex -> RGB
【 Hair 】 Pantone 179 C #e03c31 rgb(224,60,49) 【 Team Galactic insignia 】 Pantone 122 C #fed141 rgb(254,209,65) 【 Innerwear/Stockings 】 Pantone Cool Gray 10 C #63666a rgb(99,102,106) 【 Grey Lining 】 Pantone 428 C #c1c6c8 rgb(193,198,200) 【 Boots 】 White
Charon
Charon...doesn't have a detail nor palette sheet. Unfortunately.
I do have a translated version of his bio which you can check here, though!
That said, I'll include a palette for him where I pick the colors from his Platinum concept art
Format is: Hex -> RGB
【 Hair 】 #cdbdcb rgb(205,189,203) 【 Lab Coat 】 White 【 Glasses 】 #e2544c rgb(226,84,76) 【 Team Galactic insignia 】 #fed141 rgb(254,209,65) 【 Innerwear/Shoes 】 #b7b5b6 rgb(183,181,182) 【 Sleeves/Pants 】 #525454 rgb(82,84,84)
Team Galactic Grunts
Their detail sheets do not have anything of note to translate, but it is interesting how they were intended to have masks in their beta designs! (Along with having Saturn's hair color―).
The grunts' official color palette:
Format is: Pantone -> Hex -> RGB
【 Hair 】 Pantone 7472 C #5cb8b2 rgb(92,184,178) 【 Team Galactic insignia 】 Pantone 122 C #fed141 rgb(254,209,65) 【 Innerwear/Stockings 】 Pantone 428 C #c1c6c8 rgb(193,198,200) 【 Lining/Pants 】 Pantone Cool Gray 10 C #63666a rgb(99,102,106) 【 Boots 】 White
Hello, if you made it this far, thank you for reading! I reached the image limit, so this'll be split into two parts (or more). We've covered all the detail sheets and translation stuff here anyhow, the next parts will focus on the following:
A compilation of concept art and official art (a mix of game + pokeani mostly)
A compilation of concept pitches/bios
References for spin-off/non-mainline members (Sird, Mitsumi, Io, etc.)
I know a couple have been posted elsewhere, but I really wanted to group them up so none of us would have to save hundreds of posts so please look forward to when I publish the next parts!
For now, enjoy this random image I found while digging of a (jp) tcg event where you could apparently challenge Saturn, Mars, and a (bespectacled) Cyrus to a match...?
#pokemon#team galactic#pokemon dppt#galactic boss cyrus#pokemon cyrus#commander saturn#commander jupiter#commander mars#commander charon#teraleak#not art
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"Wanted: 1979 Pontiac Trans Am
Tuesday March 24, 2009 | Posted by: Gerard
Some of you, who have seen my twitter about wanting a 1979 Pontiac Trans Am, may be asking yourselves, "Is this for real?"
And my answer to you is one-hundred percent MFR ("Mad Fucking Real" for short).
Some of you may be asking, "Why?" , so I provided this photograph to answer your questions, and if you need further persuasion-
Quite simply, I need the vehicle for "research and exploration". I will be researching the high-voltage hydra known as the 9th dimension , I will be exploring the barriers of speed and time, the history of heavy-metal haircuts, and the 24-Hr rest-stop cappuccino.
I will be chasing the "electric-manticore", and unlocking the riddle of "Muscle Mystery" in this muscle-machine, and it will most likely occur in the desert.
Now that I've assuaged your curiosity, here's what I'm looking for, more or less, and some might think I'm picky, but I think you should be picky when looking for such an important piece of scientific equipment.
***What I want*** First and foremost, I want a good car. It doesn't have to be great, it doesn't need to have been kept in an airtight garage for 30 years, but I would prefer something that's not a piece of shit. I would like it to be in California, close to or within the greater Los Angeles area. I would also like "the fast engine" to show you how much I know about cars, though I have friends with vast automotive knowledge, and my father was a mechanic when I was a child. I want it to run, run well, and have no rust. Oh and it needs to be an automatic, as I can't drive stick (suprise!).
***Colors and specifics*** Exteriors (in order of awesome): Silver, the color of steel, and the eye of the falcon. Faded, slightly shitty, or semi-bombed out looking Nocturne Blue. This color looks great with some age. Mad-Max Black. Shitty bombed-out Red/Orange
Obviously I am looking for something with a bit of character but I will settle for better shape for a better car.
I am open to other things but I absolutely do not want Gold, Brown, or that frigging Smokey and The Bandit car- that shit is whack.
Interiors (again in "awesome order") Red leather (combined with a silver exterior is an ideal car for me- like a fucking Mach-5 red-velvet cupcake with Terminator 2 frosting) Black leather (of course) Blue (cuz it's cool, but this limits what I can paint the exterior if I choose to do so) Interior material is not as much a deal breaker as a bad color.
I've seen the "Anniversary Edition" '79 Trans and I like it but something about the silver leather interior rubs me weird. Looks like pudding, and a light color will only stain when I shit my pants as I tear-ass through scorched earth.
T-Tops a BIG plus.
All of this stuff I am semi-flexible on, as I just want a great car, but I think I will know the right one when I see it.
***Important*** No scams or hustles. I won't have cash on me, and I'm not important enough to kidnap, but if you've got the right car and the right "vibe" I can find us someone important enough to kidnap together- IN-THE-CAR-YOU-JUST-SOLD-ME. Like, for example, the Jonas Brothers. I have been on T.V. and I have access.
You bring the 'bird- I'm bringing "British Steel" by Judas Priest.
xo g
PS- Thanks for everyone's help thus far- you guys are great. I will be looking in the twitter replies for leads. ***Update*** I have noticed that some people are wondering if I am having a mid-life crisis or asking why I am not buying a station wagon or something for a baby. Answers! Firstly, I am only 31, so I have a bit of time before that whole "crisis" thing, and secondly- I've run the numbers on car safety and have come to the conclusion that this IS the car for the baby. This thing is a tank. Usually, when people get into accidents while driving a Trans Am they usually ask "How is the other guy?". Trust me. I got this."
from gerards blog on mychemicalromance.com 03/24/2009
#gerards trans am search 2009#omg he's hilarious in this#“this IS the car for the baby”#mad fucking real#(mfr)#my chemical romance#mcr#gerard way
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I apologize for the wait! But the Halloween special is here! I wanted to surprise you guys and not tell you what fandom this fic was, leaving it a mystery…But now it’s here!! It’s a part of my kiddo series!! I watched a ton of Scooby-Doo to properly get a feel for how the story plays out. So I reworked it a bunch of times. But it’s here!! Please enjoy this Scooby Doo Halloween story with you and the Scooby Doo gang!
Joining the Mystery💚🧡👻
Happy late Halloween everyone!!🎃
Caregivers! Fred, Daphne, Velma, and Shaggy & GN Little! Reader (SFW!)
Tags- Scooby Doo typical scares, stolen stuffed animal, thumb sucking, cuddles, hugs, hand holding
It was getting kind of late, the sun was starting to set and the park was starting to die down.
I sat on the swings, lightly swinging back and forth with my stuffie in my lap. I didn’t want the day to end! It was already such a nice day at the park.
But it was going to start getting dark soon and I didn’t want to walk home alone in the dark. So reluctantly I got off the swings.
I grab my backpack and throw it over my shoulders before heading towards the park exit. Except…there’s a rough group of people over by the exit. I pause for a moment, trying to figure out my next move.
I walked towards the exit thinking maybe I could keep my head down and just walk my way through without making eye contact or talking to anyone. But the moment I started to get closer they all started cracking jokes and teasing me.
“Awwww! It’s the overgrown baby! Going home to Mommy and Daddy?” One said.
“You’re out late! Isn’t it past your bed time?” Another said.
Tears brimmed my eyes as they kept going on. Rather than continuing to deal with their rude comments I decided the best thing to do was to find another way out of the park.
I could hear them cracking jokes and calling out to me as I made my way towards the garden at the back of the park.
“Watch out baby! That garden is haunted!! The ghost of the garden will come and take you!”
Haunted? That’s so stupid. And ghost of the garden and even stupider name…wait is stupider a word?
I unlock the fence and start walking into the garden. I remember when I was younger this garden was beautiful. Filled with flowers and butterflies. But now it was laid without flowers or butterflies or really anything.
Weeds and other plants wrap around the metal covers that are now rusted. The wooden benches now broken or splintered. The brick path cracked under my feet.
I made my way through, holding my stuffie close to me as I tried to reach the other end of the garden when suddenly…
“HAHAHAHAHA!!!!” A creepy laughter breaks the silence of the evening. There, in the path in front of me appears….a ghost?!
“WHO IS IN MY GARDEN?!” He calls out with a haunting voice.
I scream, running as fast as I can back to the park and to the safety of the playground. I run and run and run as the ghost chases me. I can feel him right behind me.
I open the fence and trip, falling hard onto the mulch below.
“Like hey! Are you okay?”
Tears brim my eyes making it hard to see who said that. But soon a guy in a green shirt and his dog walk over to check on me.
“You had a nasty fall there.” He helps me to sit on the mulch, “Are you hurt?”
“I…don’t know…” my voice sounds wobbly as tears stream down my face.
The dog comes over and licks my face, causing me to smile. I giggle as he keeps going on. “That’s it Scoob! I think they’re feeling better now.”
“Just sit down and take a deep breath.” Another woman says as she runs over to us. She’s wearing an orange sweater, a red skirt and thick glasses. “Why were you running so fast?”
“S-Someone was chasing me.” I explain, “It was a ghost.”
“A G-G-GHOST?!” The green shirt guy and the dog said at the same time….wait the dog just talked?!
“You mean the ghost of the garden?” Another guy runs over, a part of the friend group. He’s wearing an ascot and a white shirt with blue pants.
Next to him, another girl with a purple dress. She ran over to me and kneels down. “You’re okay. Just scared you huh?” She pulls down a tissue from her handbag and wipes the remaining tears away. “There we are.”
She makes me feel better. I go to hold my stuffed animal close but…
“MY STUFFIE!” I stand and run over to the fence’s gate. “The ghost! He-He must’ve taken it, I must’ve dropped it…I…I…”
I start to get upset. “He took my stuffie….”
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m so sorry. Come here.” The guy in the white shirt pulls me into a hug, holding onto me tightly. “We’re going to get that stuffed animal back to you. I promise.”
“That’s strange,” the girl in the orange sweater starts to say, “First Tommy’s soccer ball and now their stuffed animal. This ghost is not haunting as much as it robbing.”
“And like why a garden? Usually they haunt mansion type places.” The green shirt guy brought up.
“There’s always been this legend that these grounds use to belong to a rich bachelor. He had this big mansion. And he was greedy, never letting anyone inside. After he died they turned it into a park for the public. And they say he haunts it because he’s angry everyone is on his property.” I explain to the group.
“That must be the ghost!” The green shirt guy says worried.
“There’s no such thing as ghosts. But there is someone who wants that garden all to themselves.” The orange shirt girl points out.
“Gang, looks like we have a mystery on our hands!” The white shirt guy says with a smile, wrapping an arm around me.
“I was afraid he’d say that…” the green shirt guy says worried again.
“And since your stuffed animal is at stake, you’re a part of this too. What do you say? Would you like to help us and stop this ghost for good?” The purple dress girl asked.
They all look to me with hopeful expressions. I immediately not my head. “Let’s save my stuffie!”
“Weah!” The dog agreed, saying a yeah.
“We haven’t even introduced ourselves! I’m Daphne.” The purple dress girl starts out saying.
“I’m Velma.” The orange sweater girl says after.
“I’m Fred.” The ascot guy introduces himself.
“I’m Shaggy.” The green shirt guy says, “And this is-.”
“Scooby Dooby Dooo!!” The dog happily says.
“Or Scooby Doo for short.” Fred jokes. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Y/N.” I introduce myself.
“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. Welcome to the Mystery Gang!” I smile, feeling so accepted with them already.
“Like, I don’t mean to interrupt this moment but I’m getting kinda hungry! Why don’t we go to the diner on 10th street?” Shaggy suggests.
“That’s a great idea Shaggy! We can talk about the mystery and share all the details with Y/N so we’re all on the same page.” Velma smiles.
“Come on gang, let’s go to the mystery machine.” Fred leads the way as we start to walk out of the park and to the parking lot. There sits a van, but not the white creepy van type of van.
No, this van is groovy! There’s flowers on the side, with unique colors like turquoise and orange! It looks so cool. “Y/N, you sit in the back with Shaggy and Scoob. Shaggy, make sure they’re buckled up and safe.” Fred instructs.
“Of course man. Like safety first!” Shaggy opens the side door of the van for me. I sit between him and Scooby Doo, and like instructed, he leans over and helps me with my buckle.
Then it was off to the diner!
~~~
We get one big booth that fits all of us. I sit between Shaggy and Daphne.
My eyes almost pop out of my head as I watch Shaggy and Scooby try to eat this skyscraper tall sandwiches.
“I didn’t know they made sandwiches that big!” I giggle.
“They make them special for us!” Shaggy smiles before he absolutely devours his sandwich.
“Weah! Big wandwich!” Scooby adds before eating his.
I giggle some more watching them go at it.
Daphne taps my shoulder, “You want anything to eat? It’s almost dinner time.”
“I’m okay…” I say a bit shy.
“Y/N, order whatever you want! It’s on us.” Fred smiles.
“No…I couldn’t-.”
“Please, it’s our treat.” He smiles back.
I debate on refusing more but they’re being so kind to me and it would be rude to refuse. “Could I have a milkshake? Strawberry please?”
Fred gives a gentle nod back, “Of course you can.” He pulls the waiter over and puts the order in for me.
“Great choice Y/N! I looooooovvvvvvveeeee milkshakes myself!” Shaggy drapes his arm around me.
“Reah! Rreat rhoice!” Scooby add, saying great choice.
“Now let’s get to what we know about this Ghost.” Velma starts saying. “We know he’s based on a legend, he alway appears at night or close to it. And it seems like each person who sees him, drops something and he keeps it.”
“Maybe it’s something with the garden itself. It’s been overkept for years.” I suggest.
“That’s a good point Y/N.” Fred praises.
“We talked with the mayor and he says it’s owned by the county, but since they don’t have the resources or fund to take care of it, it will soon closed permanently to the public.” Daphne explain.
“Well…” I start to say but look shy.
“What is it Y/N? Don’t be shy. We’re open to suggestions.” Fred smiles warmly.
“If it’s going to be closed…then we should see who would want the garden closed the most. Maybe someone chasing away anyone who wants to help?”
“Like great point Y/N!” Shaggy pats my back.
The waiter comes and drops off my milkshake. I thank him before taking a sip. “This is amazing!”
“See? I told you it was a great choice!” Shaggy smiles.
“We should split up tomorrow. Shaggy, Scooby and Y/N. You go back to the park. See if maybe you can scope out any possible suspects walking around or talking about the garden. Velma you check the public records, Daphne and I will talk to the Mayor again, see if he knows any more.” Fred plans outs
I nod my head, turning back to my milkshake to find it’s all gone. I look shocked but only to see the grin on Scooby-Doo’s face. I giggle and shake my head. “Scooby!” I playfully scold.
As they go about planning tomorrow, my eyes start to get heavy. I start to lean against Daphne, half listening to their conversation. My thumb finds its way to my mouth as I drift off in the diner.
I feel myself being carried and lifted from the booth. I wrap my arms around Fred as he carries me to van. I hear their hushed voices as he pulls the sliding door open and carefully puts me in the van.
I’m sat right next to Scooby and Shaggy. I rest against Shaggy’s side and feel Scoob rest his head in my lap before drifting off once again.
~~~
True to our plan, we spit up into two teams the next day. Shaggy, Scooby Doo and I go back to the park while Daphne, Velma and Fred go back to talk to city hall.
As we approach the park I can see the usual rough group of people standing by the entrance to the park. I immediately look worried.
Shaggy takes my hand, seeing the panicked look on my face. “Like what’s the matter?”
“That group of people over there. They’re the reason I tried to walk through the garden yesterday…they always make fun of me and say rude things…sometimes they push or try to grab my stuff.” I look down.
“You don’t need to worry about them today. Scoob and I will protect you.” He reassures with a small squeeze to my hand.
“Weah!” Scooby echos.
As we approach the park I can hear their snickering and their teases. I brace myself for it until…
Scooby runs in front of us and starts growling and barking at them. “RUN!” One of them yells before they all disburse.
I smile, letting go of Shaggy’s hand to hug Scooby. “My hero!”
Scooby giggles before licking my face again.
“I’ve seen that guy before.” Shaggy points to one of the guys who ran away. “I saw his photo on the Mayor’s desk.”
“He must be the Mayor’s son.” I suggest. “But what’s he doing here?”
“Wey! Who’s wat?” Scooby points out asking who’s that?
Shaggy and I pick up our heads to see a woman walking in the garden. She kneels down by a planter box, planting fresh flowers.
“Huh? I didn’t know they had a gardener.” I say confused. I mean if she’s the gardener she’s not doing a very good job of it. This place is overgrown and unkept.
“Let’s go talk to her. Maybe she knows what’s going on.” I squeezes Shaggy’s hand.
“B-B-But the ghost…” He says shaking.
“He only comes out in the evening or the night and it’s still the morning! Come on!”
We brace ourselves and enter the garden. There we meet the woman planting the flowers. Upon talking to her we learn a lot.
She knows about the ghost and has been chased away herself! She plants new flowers here each week and finds them ripped away each time. She’s on a committee to help bring the garden back. But it’s been ignored by the Mayor and city hall.
We talk to her for a while before rejoining with the rest of the Mystery Gang and share the details.
“Huh?” Velma says, adjusting her glasses. “I think I know who’s behind this mystery. But there’s only one way to find out…”
“We have to set a trap!” Fred says excited. “And I know just how we’re going to do it!”
~~~
Honestly, this is the craziest trap I’ve ever seen. Fred has been kind and patient enough to explain it not once but about 4 times to me. And each time I still can’t quite grasp it.
But simply put, from what I understand, Shaggy and Scooby are the bait. They get the ghost to chase them then this crazy trap gets sprung and then BAM! The ghost gets caught in a net.
We all wait in the garden, close by one another, waiting for Shaggy and Scooby to come running by. I hide being a large planter with Velma at my side.
I carefully peek my head out to see what’s going on when I hear Shaggy and Scooby start yelling and running.
They run down the broken brick path of the garden and right….into the trap….themselves…
Velma, Fred, Daphne and myself stand up and look shocked at the events. But we don’t have much time to stay shocked as the ghost starts chasing us!!
*Cue Scooby Doo running sequence.*
We run up the garden, down the garden, left, right, we even run so much the ghost ends up in front of us?! Then we run the other way!
I run ahead, grabbing the rope from the net and pulling it tightly. When the ghost comes by it trips on the rope and falls to the ground. Scooby runs up behind me, grabbing the net and throwing it on the ghost. We caught the ghost!
The police arrive and hold the ghost in handcuffs. “Now it’s time to see who’s really behind this haunting!” Velma announces before she takes the mask off.
And it’s…….THE MAYOR!
“The Mayor?!” We all say in unison.
“That’s right, Mayor Robertson. I became suspicious of the mayor when he said that the county didn’t have the resources to handle cleaning the park. So I did some digging on the Mayor and found out if this garden was to close, he would get a bonus in his paycheck.” Velma starts to explain.
“That’s why he dressed as a ghost, to scare anyone trying to fix the garden.” I start connecting the pieces.
“Precisely Y/N! When he heard about a committee that looked to fit the garden, he started to dress as the ghost to scare away anyone trying to fix it.” Velma goes on to say.
“He used his son as a way of getting the ghost name around town, refusing anyone to leave the park through the exit and instead by through the garden so they’d run into him. Once they’d start to go there, he’d use this,” Fred pulls a walkie talkie off the Mayor, “Walkie talkie to set up the scare.”
“B-But what about all the things he took? My stuffie?” I ask anxiously.
“That would be here.” Daphne walks over to one of the planters, she reaches behind it and grabs a box. “I saw this while we were waiting for Shaggy and Scooby to spring the trap.”
She brushes off the dirt on top before opening the cover to reveal a box full of different objects. But sitting on top sat my beloved stuffie!
I gasp, grabbing the stuffed animal and holding it close. The Mystery Gang smile, all gathering around me.
“Taking stuffed animals? Scaring kids and teens? All just to get a bonus check huh?” The police man nudges the Mayor.
“And I would’ve gotten away with it too if it weren’t for those meddling kids!” The Mayor yells.
We all laugh but Scooby has the last say, “Scooby-Dooby-Doo!”
~~~
As the Mayor is brought to the police car we all stand by the Mystery Machine. “I’ve had so much fun with you guys! Thank you again for helping get my stuffie back.”
“Of course! We’ve loved having you around.” Daphne smiles.
“But speaking of that…we wanted to ask…” Fred starts to lead on, “We have an extra seat in our van and in our group. You’ve helped us so much with this mystery. We could use someone like you for the next one.”
I look in awe of the group, “Really? You don’t care that I-.”
“Regress? Like no dude! If anything we’d love to help take care of you, especially on this mystery. We’ve had fun taking care of you! And we’d like to continue to.” Shaggy right away says.
“What do you say Y/N? Would you like to join us and solve some mysteries?” Velma asks with a smile as well.
I can’t helps but smile and nod my head excitedly, “Yes!! Yes! A million times yes!”
We all share a group hug together before we gather back into the van. Velma, Daphne and Fred in the front, with Shaggy, me and Scooby Doo.
The new Mystery Gang.💚🧡
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FINALLY FINISHED THIS!!! oh my primus why did this took so long?!! Seriously my ibispaint timer is at 140 minutes and that’s at the fast forward speed?!! UGHHH!!! CURSE MY PERFECTIONIST EYE CATCHING EVERY SINGLE IMPERFECTION!!!
ok now time to ramble after letting out that steam! So this one i drew as a continuation for the first one i made of MC where she’s in the air floating while scheming her rebellious plans in blue and pink background, cause hey i think that there’s no way that girly gonna just stand around in her prison cell to rust when she has her shadow sister to help her break out, so YUP this is the art i drew for that thought process!
I don’t know if the pose made it obvious but they’re posing the Barbie and Ken jail photo pose, MC as Barbie and Nebula as Ken,
tho i made them both smirking and being mischievous vixens cause hey when you don’t like the functionist government then you go out there to piss the ever loving pits out of them! (And cause i just wanna have an excuse to draw them with that pose) And i must say i love how i drew out how very smug MC is with the paint splatters that i gave her in the fanart i drew before, and Nebula being a proud older sister at seeing her dear sister breaking the rules! My thoughts on how they break out of prison is Nebula using her powers to destroy the systems that’s working the whole facility (the reason why the red force field bars shattered) and MC throwing paint bombs everywhere just to spite the pits out of the guards (which is why there are paints covering the walls). And the reason why i chose the colors red yellow and blue primarily in the drawing is cause i want it as a representation of how the whole situation is, red and yellow the colors that are associated with danger is either surrounding (the red force field) covering (the holograms of them with their data) or saying to “others” to keep away (the police tapes) but there’s blue coloring or lighting either surrounding or are outside of the red signifying that the reds and yellows are what the government are presenting them as (dangers) when in actually they are blue (kind or justice).
Also easter eggs from me from the chapter of MC’s database, with MC’s hologram data saying warning and her file having a danger symbol along with her datapad having 0.077 being marked over with the word MC cause she doesn’t like how the government experimented on her. And Nebula’s hologram data and database is just an error and redacted. I just wanted to add those things cause those are fun to add in!
Also a fun tidbit from me, if someone is asking what the words on the force field are saying, i used alphabets in transformers that i found in the wiki for it to spell out MC and Nebula’s personal message to the government when they’re investigating their jail cells.
And it spells,
“F R A G Y O U”
X - X - X - X - X
If someone is wondering what i’m drawing above, it’s from a fanfic that my friend @springingsour made in Quotev, here’s the link
Please give them some love kay? They worked really hard to make their stories so give them some those good supportive motivations kay? And check out some of their other stuff to! They’re all real good! (Also Spring my friend i’m so sorry it tooked this long, my perfectionist side got the better of me. . .)
#fanfic#fanfic recommendation#transformers x reader#digital drawing#transformers#digital illustration#various x reader#yanderes x reader#sweatinghoneybee#fanart#transformers art
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dear mads, do you have any rust fics that you recommend? I fear I have run out.
I’ve been writing like a damn fiend so I haven’t read much (and I typically avoid reading anything i’m writing as to not influence my insanity)
I’m sure I’ve shouted off the rooftops about my love for Dead Flag Blues, @barbie-nightmare-house really is one of the most engaging writers I’ve read with an acute level of introspection I will never dream of achieving. Even though I know roughly where the story is going I’m so stoked to bottle it up and drink it down like cough syrup again and again and again. Detective Indiana Abelard can come kick my ass any day.
No Dominion by rosereddawn (E, rust/ofc need to be logged into ao3 to read) one of my favorite Crash-era reads with a fantastic perspective, gave more depth to the girls of Iron Crusaders than anything the show did for them
under a swollen silver moon by blackeyedblond (M, rust/marty centric) MONSTER RUST MONSTER RUST MONSTER RUST SHAPESHIFTING AU OF MY DREAMS
I think we’re all familiar with the masterpiece The Creeping Woods (E, rust/ofc) by am7f that knocked all three eras out of the park and let us see Rust as a dad again (I wept like a baby for at least two hours after finishing myself)
No Mouth to Scream (T, no pairings) haunting lil piece following “Rust Cohle lies in the dark and dreams of women”
Something Stuck in Your Teeth by enkelimagnus (E, rust/marty) it is not often something can make me blush but boy howdy (a sequel was recently added too!)
What I’d like to read:
The idler wheel is wiser than the driver of the screw by ohnoitsnina (M, rust/ofc, first person pov)
lavender bitters by blackeyedblonde (E, rust/marty/maggie)
Strange Is The Night Where Black Stars Rise by orphaned account :’( (E, rust/reader)
A History of Bad Men by am7f (E, rust/ofc)
something in the night by harryhart (M, rust/ofc)
cornflower blue by blackeyedblonde (G, no pairing)
basically everything @reds-writings has ever posted
shades of black and blue by saintsansa (T, rust/ofc)
The Last Time I Saw You by scioscribe (M, rust/marty)
out of time man by @palmviolet (M, rust/marty, which i’m only seeing now is apart of a series with SIX WORKS IN IT!!!!!)
Snippets/Upcoming pieces I haven’t stopped thinking about
@netherfeildren I know ur working on something that i’m going to sink my teeth into a shake like a rabid dog
A Crash-Era snippet by themilkteeth
A Crash-Era snippet by @argesta
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3DPC4EVA
@harringrovezine submission! Billy and Steve take a backseat while their cars get busy. Crack taken seriously. Brace for puns.
Summary: When the Camaro rumbles into the Hawkins High parking lot, she catches the attention of a certain luxury vehicle.
Harringrove, Camaro/Beamer (or Bimmer/Beemer whatever you prefer)
Rated G | ~2.2k (slightly expanded version) | Alternating Car POV
thank you @adelacreations and the rest of the zine team for all your hard work!
~🛞~
A car never forgot the moment it came to—became aware. For PC, it was rounding a bend of the Pacific Coast Highway, to the left a sprawling sea, baked cliffs sloping opposite. And inside… was a boy, death-grip on the wheel relaxing, his stiff back gone slack on a long exhale.
He was gazing at the water, mesmerized. Revved the engine, a vicarious roar—but not of rage.
Exultation.
They meandered north for miles, blue horizon painted pink and red, glittering in the sinking sun. Veering onto a rocky shoulder, he hopped on the hood. Reclined, sighing smoke, until the sky had bruised purple.
The boy’s mind wandered on the drive back, and PC got a sense of him then—name, where he lived. Enough to nudge reminders before he missed a turn.
PC learned its own names, too—knew the boy thought of it as a she. Called her Baby. Or sometimes he’d smush the first part of her plate together, PCE, and think peace.
~🛞~
3D didn’t belong here, wasting away parked outside a school. A BMW E23 7-Series? Far more befitting the head of the Harrington family, not his spoiled Lothario of a son.
But no—downgraded months after purchase when the wife gifted her darling husband a Rolls-Royce.
Who could compete? So here it was, surrounded by malformed AMC experiments, rusted-out Oldsmobile barges, decrepit Pintos liable to explode if you looked at them wrong. Oh, and tractors—let’s not forget the occasional farming equipment caked in mud and manure ridden to school for a laugh.
3D could have borne the shocks without blowing a gasket—it was a high-performance vehicle—but then… then the boy made it his mission to bed every girl in town. And 3D had spacious seats. Spacious and luxurious: black leather, gleaming wood trim—not that the paramours would notice, too busy humping while 3D stared out its headlamps at the lake or the trees or wherever it could fix its attention that wasn’t the pair of humans copulating all over its pristine interior.
Finally, the boy hitched himself to a girl with standards, one who preferred privacy. Granted, that relationship coincided with some rather strange occurrences—early on, the boy sped off to a remote property with faulty wiring, lights berserk, and ran inside to much screaming and cacophonous violence. 3D was certain that menace would emerge grievously wounded if he emerged at all, and do you know how hard it is to get bloodstains out of leather?
Well, 3D didn’t, either, but it was bound to be impossible.
Anyway—despite that bizarre hiccup, the boy seemed happy, and so too was 3D.
Happy its rear bench was a Motel 6 no longer.
~🛞~
The blistering hurt he'd stoked from San Diego to Indiana—this despairing, gnashing fury—had simmered to a low-grade pang when PC rumbled into the Hawkins High parking lot, blazing past milling students.
Billy slammed the door—pat the handle, apologetic, before striding off. Max wheeled away on her skateboard.
Though PC was facing the school, she wasn’t limited to staring dully at the brick. Sky through her windshield, a side-view out her windows, the lot behind via the tail lights. In no time, she’d taken stock: not too different from back home. Less pervasive rust from salty air, fewer finishes sun-bleached pale pastel… and the crusty tractor was new… but a parking lot was a parking lot.
That’s what she repeated, again jerking her focus from a gleam in the next row. A BMW—PC had a weakness for German makes. Her first crush was a cute Volkswagen bug that belonged to one of Billy's surfer buddies, but the Beetle couldn’t hold a candle to this burgundy beauty—shining in the sun, the lines of its hood so proud, so pert and compact compared to PC. The appealing rounds of its double headlamps, spider eyes on either side of those distinctive kidney grilles. Like bared teeth.
The plate read 3Ds46T2.
Its wipers twitched, annoyance loud and clear. What?
PC barely reined in the startled beep, hot underhood. But then—well… what else to do when caught so blatantly staring?
She flashed a taillight, a quick, cheeky wink, and the headlamps across the way flared—a bright flush, though brief, firmly repressed.
Didn’t want to push it—the blush perhaps more embarrassment than pleasure—but when she risked a glance, 3D was looking back, intrigued.
At final bell, PC blared both taillights, a last gambit—and her fan belt fluttered when 3D’s wipers swept a wide arc. A farewell.
Half-expected to overheat on the way back to the new house. Like all the coolant in the world couldn’t help her.
~🛞~
A showy, brutish Camaro Z/28 wouldn’t typically warrant more than an irritated huff of exhaust, but a car like that had never been bold enough to… flirt? Just brazenly wink for the whole lot to see, gazing like you were the most riveting object in existence.
It was… well, flattering, obviously—a Camaro was a handsome make, whatever its faults—but more than that, it had thrilled in a way 3D couldn’t shake. So next time the boy pulled into the lot, it gently nudged the wheel, willing them to the front where PCE 235 was sitting pretty.
Maneuvering to park next to the muscle-bound stunner took more of a push—enough to trigger a frown—but the boy rarely fired on all cylinders. He shrugged it off.
3D never dreamed it could be so forward, but the Camaro didn’t mind. Quite the contrary: as the school doors closed on the last straggler, 3D spied its neighbor’s window cracking open. A loaded quiet—then the soft static of the radio searching for a station. Odd squeals, a cut-off twang, belt, chorus, then—
—too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off you. Pardon the way that I stare—there's nothing else to compare.
An earnest crooning Oldie, and—it was like its undercarriage had bottomed out on nothing. 3D flushed hot as a busted radiator.
If you feel like I feel, please let me know that it's real. You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off you.
Seeming to sense its struggle for composure, the volume lowered until the song clicked off. The window rolled up, parted lips closing, and the wheel spun, nervous. Crunch of gravel as the front tires turned its way: Your move.
3D choked, butterfly valve sealing shut. The boy’s tastes weren’t exactly varied. Hardly strayed from the local channels piping nonstop Hot 100. But the silence would soon ring of rejection, so it powered the radio, scrambling, poised to blindly crank the dial and hope for the best—
Miracle of miracles. Rushing to open a window, it lowered all four, silently thanking Hump Day Hits of the 60s.
—thought love was only true in fairytales—meant for someone else but not for me. Love was out to get me—that's the way it seemed.
Spontaneity sparking, it left the windows down. Let the whole lot hear! What did it care what they thought?
Then I saw her face! Now I'm a believer. Not a trace of doubt in my mind…
Last bell, after hours of trading silly ditties, their batteries were dead, and 3D was in love—felt drunk on diesel, sappy sentiment gumming up its engine.
PC. How wonderful, those two letters. And a she. Fascinating.
Their drivers were baffled at both needing a jump—a much remarked upon coincidence. Waiting for their cars to revive, the boy made awkward small talk with PC’s human—a blond ruffian who smoked like a chimney.
The boy asked the ruffian—Billy—if he was going to the Halloween party later.
Billy was.
“See ya there, man,” he said, tapping 3D’s roof. It would have cringed at the fingerprints left behind, if not for a more pressing thought.
It would see PC that night.
Perhaps all night.
~🛞~
Billy was nervous—PC could tell by his fidgeting grip, Metallica blasting. Odd outfit, too: leather jacket, shirtless, with fingerless gloves.
He parked behind 3D, no encouragement necessary. Before he’d even disappeared inside the pulsing house, PC waved her wiper, overeager but suddenly—shy.
They seemed to mutually agree not to drain their batteries again. Instead, at the risk of coming on too strong, PC reached out with the nebulous consciousness linking her to her body, linking her to Billy… until she felt a psychic bump. Not enough to dent. Just… alert.
She’d never done this—gone beyond basic flirtation—but something about 3D made her bold… and maybe Billy’s loneliness, the aimless despair bubbling under his skin since the move… maybe that had bled over more than she’d realized.
A bump, and she almost ignited her own engine, so intense was the bolt of excitement. 3D was reaching back, willing to open to her—
She had no idea how much time had passed, so submerged in their mingled selves, when Billy stumbled against her with a grunt, a slurred curse. The icy jolt must have transferred before she cut off to focus on the problem sagging at her door—a problem she knew too well.
Billy unlocked her after a couple tries, more falling than sitting in the driver’s seat. Shoved the key in the ignition—groaned when the engine wouldn’t start.
“Not tonight, baby—I’m fucking fine.”
She remained unmoved, even as he slumped, forehead knocking on the wheel.
“Just start! We’re three streets away, for fuck’s sake.”
An insistent bump—so unrelenting that she reconnected, conveyed through images, flashes of memory, that this was just something they did: Billy would drink too much, and she wouldn’t start until he was sober. But that only triggered a renewed wave of concern, a series of impressions in return: pulling over to assist a family broken down, the kids shivering in the chill evening air of autumn; 3D’s human, breath misting, joking with a pretty brunette about drinking until they were warm, the girl informing him that booze made you more vulnerable to frostbite.
But… it wasn’t nearly cold enough for that, right? Although what did she know? It had taken ages to warm up this morning. How cold was too cold?
Maybe Billy would just… go back inside the house. Or she could—start the engine but jam the accelerator? Or—
Billy jumped when 3D’s horn blared, obnoxious in the still night, its headlights flashing with each trumpeting blast.
Not a minute later, PC understood in a burst of gratitude: 3D’s human trotted from the house. He would help. Flinging open the door, she spun her wheel, sharp.
A grunt, and Billy spilled onto the pavement. “Bitch.”
The alarm died with a chirp. “Hargrove?”
Billy sighed, flopping backward. “Fuck off, Harrington.”
Harrington did not—kept coming until he towered, hands on hips. Prodded Billy with a curious foot.
“You wanna be roadkill, or what?”
Bratty snort. “Or what.”
“Well, in the interest of not scraping you up tomorrow, how about I drive you home?”
Billy propped himself on elbows. A hum, considering. “Pass.”
PC resisted whacking him with the door. From his expression, Harrington felt much the same.
“Take you to mine, then.” Stooping, he stuck his hand out, waiting while Billy curled his lip, rolled his eyes—finally took the hand.
3D’s lights beamed worry as Harrington started the engine, Billy safe in passenger. PC twitched a wiper—shoo—and settled in by the curb. Small price for peace of mind.
~🛞~
At some point between disappearing into the Harrington house and emerging in the early dawn, something had happened—3D couldn’t begin to guess. The surly quiet of last night now buzzed like coins in a cupholder. Glances darted, never meeting.
3D resisted cranking the radio to drown out the awkward. Or redirecting the beads of condensation cutting through the misted windows so their dewy paths spelled HELP.
It rumbled with relief to see PC, glistening in the gloom, right where they’d left her.
“Last night,” Billy said, as they rolled to a stop. “We—it can’t happen—”
“You scared?” The arched brow was bluster, his frame rigid with nerves.
“You dumb?” Sneered it, scathing.
He was dumb, 3D would vouch for that, but the boy only glared. Billy huffed, paired an eye roll with a shake of his head, reaching for the door.
A lesser vehicle would’ve missed the other hand pounce across the console, but 3D fogged the windows just in time.
No one saw the driver yanked sideways by the shirt, arrested by snarling lips pressed to his own—or the hands that grappled in reply, cupping cheek and chin, fingers sinking into hair.
No one saw, but PC knew—was practically dancing, wipers waving, front wheels pivoting left and right. And usually 3D would sigh, resign itself to rounds of necking and worse, but it couldn’t muster the fumes.
Because it would put up with anything—happily, no matter the wear and tear—for more time right here, sharing PC’s air.
Since keeping one meant keeping the other, this would be no fling. Not if 3D could help it.
What was it humans liked to say?
My way or the highway.
~🛞~
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Magnificent – Steddie Flashfic – G
A/N: Sliding in just under the wire with this one. Had the idea was back at the beginning of Dec, but haven’t had the time to write it until now! Don’t forget to check out all the other great fics at @steddiemicrofic too💖.
Written for prompt: PINE | wc: 508 | G | cw: none
The casket looked magnificent. Dark oak encased in rusted iron. And Eddie, lying inside on red satin, arms crossed over his chest, like the rock god he had always wanted to be.
It was perfect.
It was a shame it was all smoke and mirrors.
The casket was actually cheap pine and particle board, the satin was polyester, and if Eddie moved too much the whole thing was likely to fall apart. Steve had watched with amusement as his boyfriend had had to be helped into it earlier so nothing fell off. The illusion was very good. The structure was not.
Corroded Coffin was about to release their first album. They’d already had two chart topping singles and their record company had moved up the release of the album to catch the unexpected hype they were getting. Of course, this meant cover art.
They’d already done the shoot with the whole band around the coffin as Eddie ‘rose’ from the grave for the front. The much more sedate image for the back with Eddie ‘lying in state’ was the last thing needed.
“And that’s a wrap,” Jonathan called finally.
After everything with the Upside Down, Jonathan had ditched the investigative photographer idea for more fashion and art, so of course, when they needed a photographer for the project, the band had called him. The Hawkins gang stuck together.
Steve stood up from where he was sitting out of the way behind the camera and headed towards the coffin to help his boyfriend out of it. He’d never imagined ending up a general organiser for a band, but when Corroded Coffin has gone on their first small tour, it turned out babysitting a band was pretty much like babysitting teenagers. He’d tagged along for fun, but these days he went with the band everywhere and made sure they did things like eat and sleep and got to their appointments.
It was as the rest of the guys milled around that the sound reached him. The tiniest of snores.
“Oh my god,” Gareth said with a laugh, “did Eddie fall asleep?”
“This is gonna be good,” Jeff added, stepping towards the coffin.
“No!” Steve said in a sharp whisper.
“Awwww,” Frank said stepping towards the coffin anyway, “prowtecting little Eddie-kins?”
“The person who wakes him loses all cookie privileges for a month,” Steve hissed.
That stopped them. They even looked shocked. Steve’s cookies were legendary. He might have started using them as bribery.
“You wouldn’t,” Jeff said.
“I would,” Steve replied, walking the rest of the way to where Eddie was very definitely napping. “Look,” he added quietly, letting the tension fall out of his shoulders, “he hasn’t been sleeping. He’s been worried about the album. You know what he’s like. Everyone take lunch and I’ll stay, keep an eye on Eds, and we can deal with clear down later.”
At that, all glee disappeared from the others’ faces.
“Yeah, okay,” Gareth said, much quieter this time.
Steve couldn’t help smiling to himself as everyone crept out of the studio.
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Maybe do an updated version of the introvert vs. extrovert list ask in masterlist 2, but with all the skeles?
Alright. *breaks fingers* let’s do this!!
Introverts: honey basil red rust lord mutt coffee butler gold Pluto Helios peaches ram pitch moose quill harpy papaya sails Alden barin saga snipe slim pop tempo green lens cricket tinker partner rowdy
Extroverts: papyrus Star willow lilac edge noir mal cash charm sugar sparks lush sir Flambe pesto Jupiter orion barley crow roost mango fisher Jasper Finn hook captain silex Ollivander arwin Hilda bruiser butch boss rhythm vibrato gears zen thistle yarrow
Ambiverts: sans oak wine salt pepper weasel atlas Artemis rancher cider maple Pearl ace G compass taffy pudding stitches shield
Longer answers: under the cut cause it’s a long fkn list
Sans: he truly is fine with or without company. Simply put sans is just too lazy to care. While he does value his privacy, that’s more in the lines of what his thoughts are. Sans doesn’t give out his true intentions easily. And he can keep being a secretive little jokester in the privacy of his own home, or surrounded by friends. It doesn’t make a difference to him.
Papyrus (and willow): papyrus loves people! He thrives on being surrounded by other happy faces. When he’s alone too long, his more anxious thoughts start turning creep in, so having friends or just any people around is always preferable.
Star (and lilac): he’s an extrovert cause it’s a lot easier to have fun with others than by yourself. Daily tasks just don’t hit as hard without commentary from other people to fill the silence. Star hates silence lol
Honey (and basil): he’s an introvert cause people are scary. It takes a while for him to get comfortable. Therefore it’s just easier to have his me time by himself.
Red (and rust): introvert. He doesn’t like people. And he’s territorial and likes his space. There’s really nothing deep to it
Edge (and noir): extrovert. The best work is done with a proper team and edge prefers his allies around him. He’s learned over the years that just life is simply more.. enjoyable with others, even if they sometimes hold him back he feels
Oak: while he and sans are both ambiverts, it’s for entirely different reasons. Oak simply can’t be introverted. It’s not safe for him to be along long times with his memory. And his perception of time is trash, so he gets nervous if he’s alone too long. But at the same time he would really rather not be always surrounded you know?
Mal: extrovert obviously. Come on, this gossip queen can be nothing else! After all you need many friends in order to get good tea~
Cash: he loves his besties, and causing chaos is always better in groups. You need people to take the blame with you after all lol. Cash prefers having company, mostly of very close friends, but he’ll take others too. He’s pretty extroverted
Lord: he’s a total introvert. He’s only happy to be around a small handful of special people all day, and even then he still needs breaks from them periodically lol
Mutt: he was an extrovert before his LV sickness, but his inability to connect has made him loose his taste for always wanting companionship, so he’s more introvert these days. Unless it’s the right person that is…
Wine: he quite likes lazy days alone, but he equally loves outings with groups. Wine just lets the day take him wherever it may go with no real preference. So ambivert
Coffee: total introvert. He doesn’t like people, and when he is actually in the mood to socialize, it’s for a very limited time frame lol.
Pluto: he’s such a little introvert. He has to get himself psyched up for a day beforehand first when he knows he’ll be in a group larger than four for a few hours. Pluto is perfectly happy spending his days researching alone instead
Jupiter: sports are better with teammates so 100% extrovert.
Orion: his lazy devil may care personality is deceiving. Orion thrives in company, he craves interaction. He’s the guy who will look at a complete stranger and go up to them to get their life story. Total extrovert
Atlas is an ambivert because while he can enjoy company, he doesn’t necessarily need it. He just needs adventure and gossip. It doesn’t have to come from a face to face source, but it doesn’t have to be alone to be enjoyable either
Helios: while he has a great stage face, that’s all it is, a fake face. Helios never liked the spotlight, it’s just another thing he endures so he can stay in the fight. He’d much rather be chilling alone in his Snuggie than dealing with people all the time
Artemis: she’d have been extroverted if she hadn’t been shut away in a hospital room for most of her life. Artemis is used to being alone, but she also loves interaction
Charm: he hates being alone with his thoughts. The brain is cold and hard, other peoples beds are soft and warm~ extrovert
Sugar: he just loves everybody! Of course he wants to hang out!! Total extrovert. If anyone argues otherwise they don’t know sugar at all
Sparks: I could repeat sugars answer and you have sparks pretty much. He loves everyone! Extrovert!
Salt: he’s ambivert as he likes people, but he likes his own space too. He needs a healthy balance of both to feel fulfilled
Lush: he’s a tragic extrovert. Lush craves companionship and company, but finds it very hard to make said friends that fufills that. So he pretends it doesn’t matter when it very much does. Please be friends with him!
Pepper: he’s incredibly picky about the company he keeps, and honestly doesn’t care if that means a few days alone or not. Pepper can entertain himself. But he does throughly love hanging out whenever with the ones he deems worthy. Ambivert
Sir: he’s a nosy bugger and likes being around every one so he can know what’s going on at all times. Sir is a great extrovert!
Weasel: he doesn’t really care if he’s causing chaos with friends, or just chilling alone. There are many ways weasel keeps himself entertained. He’s pretty independent. Ambivert
Butler: he tolerates large groups if he likes the people in them, but it doesn’t stop him from craving that sweet sweet alone time. He’s a social introvert.
Gold: while he does love being with friends, his social battery is way smaller than he acts it is actually. You can tell golds getting tired the more he flirts. He’s secretly hoping he can get this interaction over with so he can go back and work on his outfits
Flambe: all eyes on him ladies and gentleman~ extrovert lol. He loves attention too much not to be
Pesto: like Flambe, pesto craves attention and validation. And he wants it from lots of friends. He’s not in a place where he can feel that again, but he’s getting there. Extrovert
Peaches: he’s perfectly happy with just his trees, and family. But even with a large family, he knows he’ll get all his me time during his work in the orchid. He’s a sweet introvert
Rancher: he’s top goal driven to be introvert or extrovert. He doesn’t care if he’s alone or together with people, as long as he’s achieving the thing he wants to do right now!
Cider: he prizes peace, but peace can come in a group just as much as when it’s just him. Cider is used to a cramped large family, so being surrounded doesn’t bother him. But he’s also perfectly fine alone for a while. He’s definitely ambivert
Barley: he’s so extroverted he literally feels itchy if he’s been alone too long lol. Barley jokes that he’s allergic to solitude
Ram: things are just easier to understand when it’s just him. Ram does prize his alone time and peace. So introverted.
Pitch is easily the most introverted skeleton on this list. He’d be just fine socially if the only three people left in the world were him, Ram and maybe a nice gal/guy for ram lol.
Moose: he’s pretty introverted. While he does like outings, he wants to plan ahead for them. Or else he feels very drained afterwards. It is what it is
Maple: as long as a chainsaw is involved, maple doesn’t care if he’s alone or with 100 people. People that know chainsaw safety that is lol. He’s ambivert
Quill: he’s so introverted it hurts. Groups larger than 3 drain him so fast. He even needs breaks from best friends occasionally
Crow: he’s totally extroverted! Crow thinks people make everything so much more interesting! Yes he would like to hear about your day! Give him all those details!!
Roost: he’s a ladies man~ and a lads man~ and a platonic but flirty chill dude/dudettes guy! Roost just likes fun banter and prefers it over none at all. He’s pretty extroverted
Harpy: she truly doesn’t care if she does everything by herself, or if she has competent partners around her. In her main social life she’s seen as ambivert, but personally she feels as if she leans more towards introverted. While she puts up a good farce, she does just feel.. better alone. More calm.
Mango: she feels more secure surrounded by people she likes, preferably humans but she has monster friends too who’ve earned her trust! Mango is definitely extroverted!
Papaya: he’s more on the introverted side of the spectrum. Papaya is friendly and kind, but he simply just needs a dose of peace and quiet every day to function.
Fisher: his favorite activity in life is playfully tormenting others, and since that requires other people to work, extrovert it is~
Jasper: intellectually he knows he’s a walking dumpster fire if left to his own devices so Jasper constantly seeks out company from buddies. And he does like it lol. So he’s very extroverted
Finn: he quite literally took a job in the royal guard, then as a scout master cause it involves working with other people! Finn loves people and loves helping them! He’s extroverted for sure!
Sails: his ideal day is just him, his dog and a nice day out on his boat in the ocean. Nobody needing anything from him. Sails knows he’s an introvert and is cool with this about himself
Hook: he gets lonely easily, and seeks out lots of companionship and drama cause of it. Hooks always been extroverted because of this. It’s why he’s so happy on the ship with all his crew mates
Captain has honestly never had a life where he was alone. In his old au he shared a ship with many others, and now he captains a navy vessel with a crew on his own. He’d feel quite off if he ever did find himself alone. Captain is definitely extroverted
Pearl quite likes her relaxing me time, but she has no issues pleasing the masses as well as a princess. The spotlight on her is heavy but not exhausting. She’s a good ambivert.
Silex: this man is so extroverted lol. He wants to meet every one and see it all!!! It’s hard to imagine him as anything else
Alden: he’s happiest when it’s just him in his art studio. No distractions. Alden is for sure introverted even though he comes across as one of the more friendly skeletons
Ollivander: the reason his bank is so successful is because in part of how personable Ollie is! Ollivander is an extroverted fellow, and that friendly helpful face he puts on at work is very much genuine. Unless you aren’t paying your debts that is~
Hilda: she’s so obviously extroverted lol. And sucks for her since she was raised in a family of quiet polite high class introverts lol. Hilda felt pretty repressed growing up, leading to the over the top personality she has these days
Saga: she’s very much introverted. Saga is happy to just be left to her books for the rest of her life. But she will tolerate polite companions for a bit each day
Barin: he’s introverted, always has been. But his duties require him to manage a lot of people. So Barin powers through like he does with everything else in life. He really really values what little alone time he does have though
Arwin: he’s the extroverted life of the party! Arwin is a fan of having many fans and wears his posse like a badge of honor lol
Snipe: he hates people. And he probably hates you too. So don’t bother him. Introverted
Bruiser: he loves meeting his favorite people. And things are simply just too boring without them! So bruiser is very extroverted. He’s a needy friend lol
Butch: in order to kick *ss and take names, there needs to be *ss to kick and names to take, so for the sake of all his crazy shenanigans, butch must be extroverted lol
Boss: he craves companionship despite his best efforts to pretend he doesn’t. Boss feels quite lonely when he finds himself with nothing to do. Hence why he bosses his brothers around so much. He’s extroverted
Ace: causing chaos with (or against) others is fun~ causing chaos alone is also fun~ ace is a true ambivert
Slim: he’d rather hurl than have to be around people all the time. And his best friendships are more than often done through a screen. Slim is introverted all the way
Pop: he’s a very friendly and random introvert! He comes across as a quirky socialite though when- oh where did he go? Did he ditch every one again?
Rhythm: dancing is simply more fun with a partner so rhythm must be extroverted! Besides you need a mob to make a flash mob lol
Tempo: he’s very much introverted. After all he need solitude in order to make the compositions he loves! And he’s happiest when he’s creating
Vibrato: it’s a good thing he’s extroverted with how much he’s on stage! He loves his fans so much! And the paparazzi, and his bodyguards who keep him from the paparazzi lol
Lens: even without his paranoia, lens has always been more on the introverted side. There’s certain people he trusts enough to be fine around whenever, but anyone else is very tiring for him emotionally. It takes lens a long time to open up
Cricket: he’s introverted as well, a bit of a surprising fact for anyone who often sees him with cash and mal. Cricket likes his alone time at the junkyard. Only best friends can drag him away from it lol
G: he’s ambivert for sure. G does quite like being surrounded by people, but there’s something equally alluring with exploring life on his own too. He’s a go with the flow guy. Whatever fits better with that days plans works fine
Green: while socializing is enjoyable, green needs time to recoup and heal from it. He thinks very hard when he’s with people and even if he likes them and what they do together, he’s simply just tired afterwards. So introverted
Gears: he’s extroverted, but just barely. Gears can be alone for ages when he’s caught in creating a new trinket, but when he’s away from that (and lucid after he gets out of the inventors haze lol) he craves companionship! He wants to chat! To hang out! To be doted on lol
Compass: he’s a true ambivert. He’s happy playing and exploring on his own, but if someone wants to join he’s perfectly chill with adding them. No fuss. It’s not that deep for him
Zen: he’s an extroverted boy! Zen is just so curious about people. He wants to hear their stories! Plus it pleases the little host inside of him to have lots of others around!
Shield: hes ambiverted. While shield enjoys company, he also enjoys his independence quite a bit. Shield likes toeing the line between popular social guy and cool independent lone wolf. Why confine yourself to one label when you can have both?
Taffy: she doesn’t care for quantity of friends, just the quality. And if that means she’s alone sometime, well that doesn’t bother her. Taffy is a good ambivert
Pudding comes off as extroverted pretty easily, but she’s quite ambiverted really. Most of her social butterfly mask is just that, a mask. She enjoys the play bit doesn’t need it to feel fulfilled
Partner: he’s more introverted. And it reflects in what he does when he’s off the clock. When partner isn’t playing his part as sheriff, he takes a lot of time alone to himself
Rowdy never really got to explore himself socially as a child, so he’s trying very hard right now to come across as social open and adventurous. He’s been realizing over time though that he really just wants to be left to himself for most of the time. Adventure is only fun when it’s scheduled in with plenty of me time breaks in between. He’s an introvert
Stitches: he’s happy nerding out with friends, or nerding out alone! Online forums are a thing too. Stitches doesn’t need lots of companionship to be happy although it is fun. He’s ambivert.
Tinker: anyone who knows this monster can just smell the introvert oozing out of him lol. He crochets all day alone and loves it that way
Thistle: he’s extroverted! In fact he gets jittery if he’s been alone too long. He starts feeling unsafe. Loneliness is scary man
Yarrow: yarrow too is more extroverted for sure. Being raised in a coven all about family inclusion and stuff kinda leaves you no choice lol. He’s cool with it though
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Ruby horny for rusted knight
The Red-hooded Reaper sat alone, a safe distance away from her team, Slamming two fingers into her drooling pussy.
Ruby: C-C'mon Jaune~ Just let loose~ It's had to have been a l-long time since you've been able to get off! Just- Just use me!
Visions of the Rusted Knight, her Tired, old friend simply grabbing her, planting his hands at her sides and pounding away like she was just a toy for him to use passed across her mind.
Ruby: G-Good! K-Keep! Ahn! J-JAUNE!
Her back Arched, cunt clamping tightly down around her digits as fluid sprayed across the ground.
She wiped herself down with some leaves, praying nothing would come of it, and got redressed, joining her team at the fire. She elected to ignore how Blake's nose crinkled as she passed.
Getting screwed the way she wanted wouldn't fix all her problems, but it wouldn't hurt, would it?
#rwby#ruby rose#lancaster#the rusted knight#rusted knight reactions#asks and answers#request#jboy44#lwde#rwby smut#rwby lwde
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yeah, no im okay. here's this :3
A figure limped across the war torn field, stepping over people they had fought beside not too long ago. They clutched their side, staggering forward. They could hear the approaching hoofbeats of others, people who would cut them down the moment they arrived.
Death was never a fear of their's, but it was no friend.
Their sweaty palms clutching the hilt of their blade, stained a red that they wished was rust. Their heart pounded, the cold wind stung their wounds and eyes and set in their bones as an ache.
Then they heard it, him, calling to his troops.
The last person they wanted to see if this was their last moments, yet he was the only name they could think of, so they called as loud as they could.
“G- General Hamato...! Leonardo..! Leo! Please…please…”
They felt their knees give out beneath them as they spent the rest of their energy screaming the name of the man. Their head tilted up, praying to whatever deity would listen that their death was a quick one. The hoofbeats grew nearer and nearer, they could hear the clinking of armor and the scraping of blades.
They squeezed their eyes shut tight, waiting for death.
But nothing.
The horse had stopped, they could hear it so close. They peeked their eyes open slowly, meeting the gaze of one General Hamato.
Despite themselves, their eyes softened and the tears became relieved ones.
"You came..", they breathe, staring up at their rival. He offers his hand, tilting his head as he looks down at them. "Of course I did." He scoops them up in his arms, ignoring the blood on their clothes and hands.
"You called.”
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!! SALES POST !!
finally getting around to selling these fellas, dm me if interested :-). i prefer selling through paypal g&s, but i can list on mercari if needed (though it may be more expensive due to their fees). shipping is $7 within the US for one furby, and i can do combined shipping for multiple, as well as ship internationally (though once again, it will be more expensive).
all have been washed and tested!
SOLD red wolf ($31) - working, somewhat sun damaged faceplate, some rust in battery compartment, finicky reset button (needs to be pressed hard to reset)
SOLD frog ($22) - working, has MSA
liberty ($23) - working, slight sun damage on eyes, finicky battery compartment (have to screw it in to get her to turn on)
SOLD coobie ($46) - working, had original face replaced with furby face, rusty battery compartment, has foil on one contact and one spring is hard to put a battery on
SOLD sunny yellow ($22) - working
baby pink ($22) - working
SOLD primary ($22) - working
SOLD snowball ($18) - nonworking, very sun damaged face
SOLD blue-eyed witch’s cat ($21) - working
CUSTOM/FAKE 8-ball witch’s cat ($21) - working
grey-eyed owl ($21) - working, quiet speaker, can be a bit finicky with turning on, sync issues, missing his tail (though i can reattach it if asked)
blue-eyed owl ($21) - working, very quiet speaker, probably has MSA?
grey-eyed giraffe ($21) - working, droopy eyes, has a bit of corrosion on one battery contact
green-eyed giraffe ($21) - working, has yellowed eyes
blue-eyed leopard ($18) - nonworking, very sun damaged faceplate, has dead motor?
grey-eyed leopard ($21) - working, quiet speaker
SOLD owl buddy ($15) - good condition
SOLD zebra buddy ($13) - okay condition, damaged mane
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