#he doesn't mess around when it comes to protecting his spark

[dcxdpdabbles]

It's all Fun and Games Kids! Part 2

#HolidayRequests First off absolutely love your work and I'm so happy to show that by sending my support. I am not at all requesting all three just one of them. So dealer's choice. Congratulations! It's Triplets!, It's all Fun and Games Kids, or the Missing Half

Danny was buying some groceries when five armed men rushed in and demanded everyone to get on the ground. He stood by the milk, watching in fascination as the men gathered everyone near the back.

It didn't seem any of them were affiliated with big rouges, which could mean this was either a gang-related power grab or a couple of men looking for a quick buck.

They were likely taking hostages because they had messed up their big getaway and were now trying to make desperate leverage against law enforcement.

"I said get on the ground!" A man shouts behind Danny seconds before he is smacked with the butt of a gun. He hits the ground with a slight oof, but otherwise, he is okay. The same can't be said for his milk carton.

It splats in one large puddle, landing on the side and ripping a hole in the bottom corner. Hmm, that was a cheap carton. He should consider switching over to a different brand. He is then dragged to his feet and led towards a group of cowering people.

They were pushed against the vegetable bins and ordered to sit right under them so their backs were against the wood and the guards could limit their movement. It was brilliant, too, as being under the bins made it harder to see them for anyone attempting to rescue them.

Danny is shoved next to a trembling woman under the tomatoes, holding her hands against her mouth, muttering something low in Spanish. He doesn't know enough to translate what she says, but he figures it must be a prayer.

He offers her a smile. "First time?"

The look she sends him could have curdled dairy. He gives a small laugh, crossing his legs and getting comfortable. She returns to his prayers, and the two don't speak after that. Danny watches the armed men and realizes they're not new to this but aren't good at it.

These are the type of men who joined gangs for glory. The kind that would report violence at the drop of a hat and didn't care who they hurt in the process. Or worse, they enjoyed when they hurt people in the process, even if those people had nothing to do with them.

Danny frowns after a while, realizing that the men haven't looted them or emptied the cash registers. What were they after?

The store employees were all moved from the back of the store, their matching lime green uniforms an eye sore. They all wore the same horrified expressions as the group was forced to sit between the tomatoes and the onions.

The youngest one, a teenager who looked no older than eighteen, was wearing a black shirt with stripped lime lines, and Danny quickly figured out he was the manager. He was sobbing quietly, bruises on his face and around his neck indicating that the armed men had identified him as well.

Danny felt a spark of protective rage.

The manager sat beside Danny, so the Halfa scouted over, eyeing the men with the guns as he carefully slid his hand into the boy's palm. It was a testament to how scared the poor kid was when all he did was curl his fingers around his, tears rolling down his beaten face.

It made him wonder why, seeing as the other shoppers and employees did not have any indications that they had been attacked. It couldn't have been retaliation for trying to be a hero. No offense to the teenager, but he didn't strike Danny as someone brave or stupid enough to try to fight back.

If anyone, he looked more like someone who would hide in situations like these.

That's it. He realizes, watching how the men make head gestures at the manger. This isn't some off-chance hostage situation. This is a revenge plan. The kid's the target and these idiots are too low in command to realize it. No way they would have brought him out here if they did. Someone will come for him soon.

The teen had dark raven hair and the same pale skin as Danny, but his eyes were as black as coal compared to Danny's aqua blue. It might not work, but he was better equipped to handle whatever they threw at him until the bats or the police arrived.

He carefully lets go of the hand in his hold, running his fingers up the arm of the teen, keeping his eyes trained on the gunmen. He's doing it slowly, worried any sudden or fast moves will convince them to pull the triggers on their assault rifles.

The boy's breath hitches but thankfully doesn't blow their cover. The tremble in his limb has increased, and Danny wouldn't have felt bad about it had he not been on a time crunch. Eventually, his fingers brushed against the short sleeve of the manager's uniform.

"Listen carefully. You were just here to buy some groceries. You never worked here." He whispers, curling his fingers around the fabric and turning the polo shirt intangible. He pulls it right off the teenager's body in one quick swipe.

It slides off the boy's skin like water, and the second he slides it through him, Danny returns it to solid, letting it settle on top of his clothes. He quickly covers the teenager's naked chest with his own long-sleeve shirt, using the same method.

The boy's mouth drops, but he doesn't get a chance to respond before the armed men walk over to them. Danny pushes his head down, hoping to hide the bruises while hunting his own, using his hair to curtain his face.

Just in time, too, because the Halfa is yanked to his feet by two of the men, who sneer at him, and he lets the proper amount of whimpers when they backhand him and bang his head on the bin.

Danny is dragged out of the room while the third man threatens the people. He'll come back for them the second he has a chance.

"You thought you could hide in Gotham, Eric?" One of the men hisses, "After what your Daddy did? Half of my boys are rotting in cells for life because of him! "

Eric was likely in witness protection or had wronged a powerful man he shouldn't have. Maybe he was in an organized gang and had ratted someone out. There was no way Danny was letting these men get away.

They drag him towards the back, where a group of similarly dressed men and women are waiting. Glances at everything through his hair, wondering how long he had before someone realized they got the wrong person.

Maybe they wouldn't notice before they shoved him into the ain't oven; they were obviously planning on burning him in. Which would be the perfect place to shift into Phantom out of prying eyes. He had spent months chasing Batman as a regular love-stroke citizen.

He couldn't let all those dramatic swoons and pathetic flirtations go to waste by revealing he was a powerful meta now! Plus, how else would he be rescued by a hero if the man knew he could just do it himself?

He was forced to stand in the room with two guards gripping is his shoulders hard enough to bruise. Danny doesn't raise his gaze away from his shoes, so even though he knows someone is standing near the oven to give him a dramatic monologue, he won't look.

A minute passes before someone clicks their tongue.

"Nothing to say, brat!?" A kick to the back of his knees has Danny falling to his knees, gritting his teeth to stop himself from going ghost immediately. "Do you know what I'm going to-"

Whatever the man was going to say was cut off by a figure launching itself from the ceiling railing and kicking him in the back of the head.

Danny flinches as a body drops right next to him. There is a splash of blood as one of the men wails. Danny offers him a cheeky grin once the man rolls over and looks up into his face.

His wide eyes are stomped on by a dark boot surrounded by a fluttering cape, and the second pair of hands on his shoulder vanishes. Danny listens to the sound of battle, keeping his hair in his face and his eyes on his folded knees. He could get up and hide, but where would the fun be?

His favorite pass time has arrived.

"Are you alright?" The familiar voice growls, but Danny doesn't respond. It was too far away. The man needed to get closer.

Eventually, the boots and the cape returned to his line of vision, a hand slowly reaching for him, and Danny flung himself toward them. He must have caught the vigilante off guard because when Danny wrapped his arms around the legs, he did not dodge in time despite the jerk that indicated he was moving.

Dramatically, Dann wailed, still on his knees, pressing his cheek against a muscular thigh. "Batman! You saved me! I was so scard but you came to rescue me!"

A hand landed in his hair, pushing Danny away. That only made the ghost in him grin as he fought to hug the man closer. It must have been a shock to find that Danny had a lot of strength despite his young appearance.

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. I was so scared!" He bawls, hiccuping for good measure as he rubs his cheek against the meat of Batman's left vastus laterlis. The man must do insane squats.

"Get. Off." Batman grunts, now using both hands to try and push Danny away. It's too bad for him; Danny has super strength. "Let. Go!"

"Mr. Fenton, everything is alright! You don't have to be afraid. Please let Batman go." Spoiler shouts, appearing in Danny's line of sight. He almost breaks character to pout at her intrusion. He can't, though, as that would ruin the game. So he lets her gently pry off his arms and helps him to his feet.

He shoots Batman with looks of undying devotion, though, which might have actually made the Dark Knight shudder, and that was all he wanted in life.

"You have real bad luck, huh?" Spoiler comments, rubbing his back like a small, scared child.

"I just wanted some milk for my Oreos." He hiccups, wiping at his eye. He then ends a watery smile towards Batman, who is helping Red Robin and Robin secure the gang that had snuck into his city. "But I did get to see Tall, Dark, and Daddy, so today is not a total bust."

"I'm going to be sick," The girl in purple mutters under her breath, and Danny nearly loses it right then.

He is distracted by Eric rushing towards them, a look of hero worship on his face as he slams into Danny with a loud but sincere "Thank you!"

Phantom purrs from inside his protective core. He should shop here more often. This place is a riot.

[s0fter-sin]

thinking about price putting his hat on the boys' heads

cw war guilt, self harm through working out

it's only happened once or twice with each of them, only when they're on the brink and safe enough for price to let himself soften

🧼

the first time it happens to soap is on his first demo mission as a corporal; the first time he's been in charge of the planning the rig and the first time he’s close enough to see the human fallout of the explosion he worked so hard on and realises how often it means a slow and messy death

he knows they're the enemy; knows if it wasn't them, it would be him, then the long line of civilians at his back that he stands so strong to protect. he knows that

but that doesn't stop the screaming echoing in his mind, doesn't rid the memory of burning bodies trying to crawl away from their signed deaths

signed by him

he's sitting on the concrete outside the barracks, trying to get the cold to leech the remnants of the fire from his blood that his ice cold shower couldn’t douse. he jumps at the feel of a leg pressing against his side and looks up at price as he leans back against the wall, his hands cupped around a cigarette

soap flinches at the sparks coming from his lighter and looks away, his knees creeping up tighter to his chest

"it gets easier," price rumbles above him, exhaling a long breath and the comforting acrid scent of smoke spills around him

he shifts uneasily and pretends it's not to get closer. "i don't think that makes me feel better, sir,” he admits

"never said it would," he shrugs with the ease of a man who's had this same conversation a hundred times and will have it a hundred more. "just that it does."

soap sniffles then growls at himself, harshly scraping his wrist over his face

a light weight drops on his head and he stifles a gasp as price's hat falls low over his reddened eyes, hiding him from the prying gaze of the world

"you'll be alright, son," he promises and soap's lips tremble. he presses them tight together and follows price's hand as he guides his face into the side of his knee, cupping his jaw and holding him close as he shakes apart

"you'll be alright."

🧢

gaz doesn't crave softness when he messes up; doesn't want forgiveness or assurance. he wants blood; blood shed for blood that shouldn't have been lost

the punching bag is shining by the time price walks into the gym; shining yet also muted where his blood’s had the time to dry and stain, his knuckles torn to shreds

gaz' fist almost slips off the bag and he clicks his tongue. "you gonna keep makin' that a biohazard or do you want to do something actually worthwhile?"

his lip kicks up in a snarl and he sends a glare over his shoulder. "what?"

"think medical's got enough bodies, don't you?" he asks and a dangerous stillness fills the air

gaz shoves off the bag, knuckles dripping onto the mats. "you wanna add one more?"

price quirks an eyebrow, so nonchalant that it just makes him angrier; blood boiling in his veins. "come on, then."

he stalks onto the sparring mats and price barely blinks before he's attacking; throwing wild punches, eyes a hundred miles away

back in beirut

where they had to pull their team out in pieces because gaz missed the suicide bomber launching himself out of the rubble

price dodges each desperate strike, loose and sloppy and nowhere near gaz’ usual level of skill. he doesn't hit back once and gaz' faces twists with each miss, sweat flying off him as his grunts turn into growls, turn into screams as he throws himself at him

price ducks and snatches his hat off his head, slapping it into gaz' face to blind him and drives him back into the mats

he gags as his lungs seize, his air is forced out of him; leaving him to heave harsh breaths that stick in the fabric of the hat. the humid dark closes in on him, forcing him to focus on his breaths so he doesn't throw up or pass out; forcing him to stay within his body instead of drowning in another country

price's hand is heavy behind it, keeping it trapped over his face. "are you done?" he asks, not even breathless

gaz pants, his whole body tingling, and his fingers dig harder into his face

"are you done?" he insists

he swallows dry, suddenly aware of the exhaustion sapping at his limbs, the pain in his hands, the tightness in his throat. "i'm done," he rasps

price relaxes but doesn't remove his hand or push him to get up. they sit on the mats for a while, price's weight and the dark anchoring gaz to the here and now

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contrary to popular belief, ghost doesn't hate family days

he doesn't glare at the droves of civilians entering the base, doesn't stand as a spectre of death and grief over the rookies running into the arms of their families on one of the most important days of their career. he doesn't begrudge the safety and love they feel from coddling mothers and embarrassingly proud fathers, from laughing siblings and sticky-fingered children

he remembers his own graduation too well to want to take it from them

he stands in his dress blues through the speeches, his neck gaiter hiding less than he'd like but at ease with the compromise he and price reached. he looks over the tearful family members as name after name gets called, takes careful note of the ones who are clapped for less than the others, and lines up with the other officers as they wait for the tap out

one by one, the graduates get released by their loved ones; no longer standing attention as a recruit but embracing them as a private

just as he's done every year, ghost checked their records to ensure they all had someone coming for them; he's never let a single one stand in the field waiting for someone who will never come. it's rare that his diligence is necessary but he's never let them feel any shame for it; telling them to keep their heads high as he pats their shoulder

he's not needed today and he watches as they're slowly released and disperse, all with a reminder of why they've worked so hard and who they’re here to protect

it's quiet on base that night; soldiers take any chance to celebrate and a graduation is nothing to sneeze at. ghost stands out in the field, out in the gentle quiet. his hands sit folded behind him as he looks up at the stars and he doesn't flinch as a voice sounds behind him

"been a long time since you could be called a rookie," price says, falling into place beside him

ghost hums. "longer for you, i’d say."

he huffs a laugh. "cheeky shite," he snickers. "that hasn't changed; bloody twig of a thing too big for his boots, angry at the world and ready to prove it wrong."

"plenty changed to make up for it," he huffs, his breath disturbing his gaiter

"lot more's stayed the same," price counters and steps in front of him, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he squares his shoulders

"lieutenant riley," he starts and ghost almost rolls his eyes. "you've shown exemplary courage in the face of adversity, gone above and beyond the call of duty and expressed great leadership in your dedication to your team and the men in your charge. congratulations, soldier; you've earned it."

ghost swallows thickly and refuses to admit to the shine threatening his eyes. "thank you, sir."

price smiles and plucks his hat off his head, placing it on his and pats his head; brushing his thumb over his temple

"come on, son; you've waited long enough."

[riskyraiker]

Good evening, I'm new to this… so if it wouldn't be too much trouble… Imagine the Decepticons from Transformers Prime (Megatron, Starcream, Knockout, Predaking, Soundwave and Shockwave) being yanderes with a reader with the power and abilities of Magneto from X-Men!!… I imagine that Reader's encounter with Shockwave would be witnessing Reader with his open hand controlling a helicopter making it not move and suddenly when he closes his hand into a fist, the helicopter explodes with the person inside. It's an idea… Reader would be dangerous both as an ally and as an enemy, I mean she can control everything that is made of metal and they are made of metal!

I wait your kind response :D

HOLY...SHIAT I LOVE THIS😍😍😍😍

Yandere!Cons from tfp x Magneto!Reader

AN: How did you come up with this idea😍😭 gurl/boyeh!? I'll give the credit to you for this beauty of writing. Apologies if they are a little ooc, i haven't watched tfp or read anything about it for a while ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

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Megatron

He would pretend to despite you with all his spark, but behind closed doors he can't help but desire your love

He isn't afraid of pissing anyone off, but you. Are the only one he doesn't mess with since you can crush him with a single movement of your hand.

Wishes you would accompany him anywhere he goes, it's his from of showing he wants you.

If somehow you get hurt, wait for him to release every form of hell he knows. Nobody will hurt his own human. Nobody.

He sometimes prefers to call you Magnet. He isn't one for nicknames but you <3 can be exception.

The first moment he met you, he thought you were a simple weak human being. Yet now he sees you as a strong ally and his love. But you don't know it yet (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

In a nutshell he acts like he hates your guts yet he brings you to his personal life and duty.

Starscream

Oh he would keep you. Manipulate you to stay, to not leave his side. He needs you so that Megatron will be offlined and HE can be the leader of decepticons.

He wants to use you, yet he does love you so so so much deep inside that he would try to eliminate megatron himself.

He's one of the yandere's that hear you mention something and then immediately act interested.

Since he's one to manipulate, he learns your every weakspot and uses it against you. Makes soundwave to track you etc.

He will have you on his shoulder for sure if predaking is around. Just so you could protect him. He loves it sooooo much and the frown megatron gives him from it, he goes on a power rush.

If anyone hurts you he most likely will poke a hole in their chest like.. aghm...once. (rip cliffjumper)

Soundwave

He's straight up a walking copy of 'an unhealthy obsession'

He knows everything you do, when and where. He loves to see you sleep for some reason. Brings him comfort that you're safe. With him.

If he doesn't know where you are, you better expect for lazerbeak to find you. He loves your mutation. You're his own mutant, for him to keep.

He wonders could you squeeze a cybertronian to a small ball of metal, until you did. Just energon spilling all over the place while the bots scream muffle as the voicebox starts to break. That poor decepticon ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

He knows not to mess with you and wants to keep you next to him much as possible. Don't try to sneak away or you'll be hanging upside down by one of soundwaves tentacles.

Shockwave

"Love is...illogical. Your use for scientific purposes is...logical" Was the first sentence he spoke to himself after meeting you. He couldn't help but be so interested that he's obsessed.

It's for the logical cause! To be...obsessed. He wants you there, at all times. He can't let you out of his single eye sight.

He paints it over as interest for your mutation until you explode an M.E.C.H helicopter to keep him safe from those dirty scientists. (As if he isn't one)

Oh how he loves when you threaten others so that he can get correct resources for his projects. For example when he was collecting those predacon bones.

"You are...logical." was his way of saying you matter to him. More than you think at least, since you cannot know how much space you take inside his spark.

Knockout

He thought you were a freak a moment before until you fixed a dent located on his door panels.

"Oh doll, this is exquisite! Why thank you! You should do this way more often from now on!" He spoke surprisingly kindly while he planned to kidnap you for himself.

Jokingly calls you a mechanic from time to time. Yet he mostly says doll. Since you're so picture perfect and make his paintjob so shiny and undented.

You make him stand out on the nemesis and he loves the extra attention....and you more.

If anyone. And when i say anyone, hurts you, they better prepare for surgery and a painful one.

Takes you with him to street races just to show off how good he is at racing. And partially show YOU off while he uses his hologram.

Predaking

The first time you meet, you lift him up since you don't know will he attack or not. He was confused at first but now he is blinded by obsession not to care.

He's one of the strongest bots left and a "simple" human can beat him? HIS NOW!

The most dangerous duo in the universe probably and that's what drives him towards you. You? Along with him? It's too perfect to be unreal so that's why he wants you.

His mutant, his own sidekick. His. Own. Love.

If he's in dragon mode he picks you up on his back and say goodbye to everyone you're off to wherever he's taking you. You have no say in it:)

Optimus isn't exactly strong enough to defeat him, but you don't know that. So when you throw optimus almost out of the stratosphere predaking is thinking of baby trapping you. (Is that even possible?!)

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AN2: I'm sorry if this is ass😭😭 I wrote this in ONE HOUR and I'm surprised?! What do you mean I have NOOO MOTIVATION whatsoever and then i pull this work out my arse like it's nothing?!

[transformers-spike]

Back at it with sparkling brain rot

Soundwave's cryptid daughter is mostly well behaved but has a playful/mean streak and likes to play pranks. When she gets fed up with Knockout and Starscream she will play Megatron's voice to jump scare them which works every time. She will also play different bots voices to deceive the vehicons and even her parents (only sometimes works on them) when getting in to things she's not supposed to. When she's mad at Soundwave she plays her Mom's scolding voice. Megatron knows all about it and feels like he should be mad but can't find it in himself as after all it's Soundwave's sparkling and watching her put the fear of Primus into Starscream and other mechs is too delightful.

"STARSCREAM!"

Megatron's booming voice coming from out of the blue is enough to jolt Knockout and Breakdown from their conversation.

"Hungry."

Even though it might not have been their designations shouted, both bots look thoroughly shaken.

"Right, of course. Here you go, two rust sticks for my favorite patient."

Dreadwing probably has the most respectful sparkling. Always cleans up after playing with his toys and doesn't make a mess drinking his energon. Aside from just generally being one of the most noble decepticons Dreadwing being a split spark has a strict sense of fairness from growing up with his brother and passed that to his sparkling (you know the meme of siblings measuring cookies portions to make sure they're even). Doesn't tolerate the other Sparklings bullying each other or Cheating in games.

"Love, care to tell me why Starscream says you hit his daughter?"

"THAT'S BECAUSE SHE'S A CHEATER AND KEPT EATING MY CHESS PIECES!"

Breakdown's sparkling is honestly just a good normal kid. She might be made of metal and the bulkiest sparkling but she likes Saturday morning cartoons and roughhousing with her friends. Breakdown is vert attentive and protective of her. When she's old enough they go mud bogging together.

"BLUEY!!!BINGO!!!"

I feel like with Shockwave there would be a ton of kids in the name of science. Predaking either carries them in his mouth like a mama gator or on his back like a mother opossum. They'd mostly rather play among each other but sometimes accept the other sparklings. Despite the fact that they range from different shades of purple and pink outsiders have trouble telling them apart and discerning of many of them there really are.

"How can you tell them apart?"

"Oh, easy that one's a-12, that's a-3 over there, this is one is c-4, etc..."

Some shitposty part of me wants to think all of the kiddies share the same mom, except they're all born weirdly (idk extra small like she's carrying a litter of sparklings). The birth wasn't excruciating, just took longer because there were so many. Idk if it was all of them at the same time or like multiple pregnancies Soundwave's kid is so fucking adorable - I'm even tempted to say she can probably breakup fights with her tendrils, and she's been caught occasionally stealing treats using them (with the other sparklings cheering her on) I love how you're hinting that Skyquake and Dreadwing used to beef over portion sizes. Dreadwing's kid is just a mini him, same serious expression, just small and extra cute. Honestly him losing his mind over Starscream's kid eating his chess pieces is uifehiefiuefufe - what the fuck is wrong with her??t??? I want to say he's a momma's boy who likes being carried around and cuddled. Don't worry, Dreadwing's also there, he's just overprotective of his spawn and he cannot drop the serious act for even a second. The type of parent to speak to his newborn like he would an adult. He's trying his best Breakdown must be used to taking his kid and KO's son for outings. They're chatterboxes when they're together and they both laugh at his horrible dad jokes. When KO's exhausted he looks after his kids (or well, at least his son) - because KO's daughter wants to hangout in clean spaces with her dad. Damn the reader had a separate pregnancy just with Shockwave's kids at this point. Predaking is honestly very happy caring for his extra small siblings, and he's very careful not to crush them. Honestly he's a better dad than Shockwave lol. Also, if you wake them up, a bunch of tiny red optics open up in the total darkness. Feels like a horror movie

[jude457]

I haven't been able to get "between the ash and the sea" out of my head these past days, so I thought I'd pop in and share my little headcanon I got based on your fic where the glimpse of In-ho's relationship and the pink soldiers was shown, especially him and that young Manager.

In your fic, In-ho tells the Manager to leave the island and save his own life as well as the others, and yeah Something has awaken in me when the Manager asks if In-ho's coming too. Another brotherly angst between In-ho and the young Manager who reminds him of Jun-ho? I mean, of course, In-ho's not going to replace Jun-ho, but in my humble opinions, I can see him developing a soft spot for the young soldier who reminds him of his own brother, and I can also see the young Manager looking up to the Front Man and seeing him as his role model.

I think there're at least some of the pink soldiers who are loyal to In-ho, whether or not they've ever seen him without his mask. Since In-ho's all about fairness and equality. Maybe the previous Frontman's treated them terribly, and when In-ho stepped in, things changed for the better. Yes, there are rules and breaking the rules means death, but In-ho is fair and In-ho has principle. In-ho doesn't punish them unless they break the rules, and In-ho doesn't tolerate bullshit.

So this sparked me into having this headcanon that the young Manager, whom In-ho told to leave the island, is loyal to In-ho / Front Man.

Also another headcanon I think of is this; Jun-ho and Gi-hun are struggling trying to save In-ho's life, but the problem is that they don't have the right tool / right equipment to save his life. And In-ho is dying. Until, just before it's too late, the young Manager shows up, still in the pink jumpsuit. Jun-ho and Gi-hun are about to shoot him on the spot when the young Manager says he's here to help "his Captain" (aka In-ho).

And he (the young Manager) is no longer loyal to the game. But instead he's loyal to In-ho, his Captain, doesn't matter if In-ho's still the Front Man.

AAAAAAAA YOU HAVE PLANTED THESE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD AND NOW I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM

And also, thank you for feeding us with the best In-ho whump!

YES!!!—thank you for saying this because I’ve been thinking about it so much. I really think it’s possible for Inho to end up quietly looking out for the guards because so many of them are so young. A lot of them are probably barely out of high school, maybe even the same age Junho was when they were still close, and whether he wants to admit it or not, that does something to him. It’s like seeing little echoes of his brother everywhere—kids who got swept up in something they probably didn’t even fully understand, wearing masks and holding guns like it’s a game. It hits him hard. And I think that guilt he carries over Junho—everything he lost, everything he did—starts to shift into this almost paternal, protective instinct toward the ones who remind him of who his brother used to be.

Inho never shows it, not openly. He stays cold, keeps the mask on—he has to maintain control—but there are these little things. Like, I have this headcanon that sometimes the guards find something sweet with their meals. Just a small square of chocolate, or a piece of fruit, nothing major. But it’s weirdly specific and always happens on days when tensions have been high or someone’s been punished publicly. Like he knows morale is low, and this is his way of softening the edges just a little.

And when one of them gets sick—not badly, just a cold or a fever—they’ll sometimes find medicine in their locker the next day. No one says a word, there’s no big announcement. Just… it’s there.

I also really love the idea that sometimes when the guards are messing around—laughing, poking fun at each other, being kids—Inho sees it and looks the other way. Not because he’s being lax, but because something in him can’t bring himself to shut that part of them down. That playfulness, that dumb harmless joy—it’s the one shred of humanity they get to keep in a place designed to erase it. And he can’t bear to take that away from them.

I fully believe some of the guards have picked up on this—not in a direct “oh the Front Man cares about us” kind of way, but like… they sense it. That he’s not like the ones who came before. That he’s strict, yes, and he will not tolerate disobedience—but he’s fair. And if you stay in line, there’s a strange kind of safety under his rule. A silent understanding. Maybe even respect.

AND YOUR HEADCANON FOR BETWEEN THE ASHES AND THE SEA .

AHHH I love this idea so much—it’s exactly the kind of emotionally loaded dynamic I’m obsessed with. I’m honestly so bummed I’m in the editing phase right now because if I were still drafting, I would’ve absolutely found a way to work that scene in—like the young Manager helping Junho and Gihun move Inho, visibly shaken, trying to comfort him, and Junho really seeing that this kid cares. That it wasn’t all fear or control—some of the guards genuinely respected him, maybe even loved him in some twisted, complicated way. It would’ve hit so hard.

I actually have a little one-shot in the works that plays with something similar. It’s set right after the cliff standoff between the two brothers. Inho is back in his quarters, bleeding badly from the shoulder, refusing help, absolutely falling apart in private. He’s trying to stitch himself up or just letting the blood pool around him, refusing to show weakness. And then a guard who witnessed the whole thing does the unthinkable: enters his quarters without permission. With real medical supplies. He knows he’s breaking every rule—he knows he could be executed for seeing the Frontman unmasked. And Inho does momentarily snap. He moves immediately to discipline him, to deal out punishment for both trespassing and seeing his face—because that’s a line no one is allowed to cross.

But then he hesitates. He tells the guard to take off his mask. And when he sees the face—it’s his brother’s. Not literally, but close enough. Close enough to completely break him.

The anger drops. The instinct to punish slips away. All that’s left is this raw, ruined man pretending—just for a moment—that it’s Junho standing there. That he’s being taken care of by him. The guard, terrified but steady, doesn’t say anything. He just quietly tends to the wound. And Inho lets him.

Honestly if you have any more Inho Whump head canons, 457 , or Hwang Brothers angst my DMs are open. Your ideas are my bread and butter.

[sunrisecaminus]

Hi hi! I read a few of your posts and love the way you write. I was wondering if I could request a fav duo of mine Knockout and Breakdown x nonbinary reader. SFW or NSFW, wherever your creativity takes you!

I had a blip of a dream where KO and Breaks were analyzing the aftermath of an emergon mine and come across the reader half buried in the rubble outside. Half dazed and panicked, begging, asking the two if they see anyone else in the rubble and if they can get them out (they are a ranger who was helping a search and rescue, and have no idea if anyone else made it out after them). I can't recall what happened next, but the reader lost half of their left leg and was recovering, going to physical therapy when the duo wanted to stay and check up on them. Feeling guilty that they passively caused the accident and help the reader recover.

But the thing is... what would happen during their time together? Love? Friendship? A new understanding of earth?

The reader, best to my meory, was very loyal, honest, selfless, and kind. Though they had the vibes of a punk, think tattoos and piercings along with the spiky jacket - the hard shell to keep their very sweet and soft side safe.

Thank you! 💗

Message - Not me listening to sad music while writing this. I got a bit too deep in the story. Sorry if it gets a bit sad ;-; (ALSO LOOK AT THE SCREENSHOT!!! IS KNOCKOUT DOING A uwu?!)

Breakdown x Injured Reader x Knockout SFW

Summary - Knockout and Breakdown take care of a Cybertronian search and rescue soldier. All three get together after a rough night.

Warnings - Hints of Depression

Fanfic Type - Hurt/Comfort

You have been stuck in the Medbay for far too long. Your leg was shredded, your chassis ached, and one of your servos needed surgery. Laying here in bed and doing nothing was one of the worse things that could happen! Well…except you being blasted by an energon mine that got you in this mess in the first place. It doesn't matter! You need Knockout to hurry up with the fixing so you can go back out there to help others. Your duty was to rescue and protect, the job meant everything to you, as the war has made you lose so many comrades. Cybertronians everywhere were dying by Autobot hands and needed someone to hold them when they travel to the Allspark. Everyone needed someone to care for them, and that was what you were going to do once you GET OUT THIS BED!

Knockout has a chart on how many times you have tried to desperately break out the Medbay. Breakdown is basically a bouncer now, making sure you stay in bed and force you into it when you try to leave. It was annoying for them both, but now it has become a regular task for them, so they have now known you personally for a few months. A Decepticon who wants nothing more than the comfort people around them. It was spark breaking to tell you there was no survivors at the mine. Nothing could make you guiltier, knowing you couldn't be by those soldiers to help them rest or even maybe save them. After the news the first week you were hospitalized, you didn't say a word to anybody. You had to load in everything in your processor and tried not to be disturbed to help yourself heal mentally. Breakdown was a soldier you knew more than Knockout, so Breakdown had to tell Knockout himself who you were and your function was. Knockout saw you as a naive child, nothing more. He couldn't care anymore about the people he lose everyday, so many lives lost because he couldn't do his job right. You only got one chance to save someone's life on the operating table, and in war, most of the time it is a failure. He could understand your pain, but honestly he wants you to be like him and shut the guilt out before it hurts more people. Being a Doctor, Search and Rescue, or anybody that has the job of saving another life…is hard.

Megatron has more than once told Knockout that you were a lost cause, telling him to shut you down and throw you out the airlock when he had the chance. He was going to do it the first month…but hesitated. Knockout hates himself for not ending your life sooner, as you have been diagnosed with PTSD and depression from the incident. Unfortunately, you have been so nice to Breakdown whenever you weren't trying to break out of the medical bay. Breakdown told you many stories of fun times to help you forget what happened, and it helps a lot. You tell him stories about your days in training, and how people usually were goofing around. Knockout couldn't take Breakdown's friend away, so he sucked it up and hid you. After the second month passed, you were in a private medical lab to hide you from Megatron. Knockout lied to him about getting rid of you and slowly give you successful surgeries to repair you. Nothing can give them more pleasure than to see you smile, knowing you are one step ahead to get out and do your job again. Having a free hand to do stuff with, you help Knockout with folding stuff and reading new edition medical books when he is busy. He doesn't have enough time to learn more about being a medical doctor when Megatron is keeping him at work 24/7. Knockout may be a sassy know it all, but he actually goes in stasis only 4 to 5 hours daily. Knockout rarely has time to sleep, and needs to keep going on missions or testing some chemicals that Megatron wants him to have.

It has now been five months, the leg surgery is tomorrow and you see Breakdown coming in after a scouting mission. He gives you the news that Knockout is going to be late for dinner today (you all have been eating together everyday now to catch up on things). You understand Knockout's busy schedule, but it was still sad to see him not be able to do things he likes now a days. "I have had it with Lord Megatron and keeping him away from his birth! Let me speak to hi-" You were going to sit up when Breakdown puts a hand on your shoulder and leans you back on the pillow. "Nope, he would kill all three of us if he figured out you were alive y/n. Keep yourself at bay." He hears you give him a joking huff and grabs his servo with yours. You look up at him and give him a supportive pat on the servo. "Once I heal, I will dump a whole bucket of scraplets on that man." Both of you get a little chuckle, knowing damn well you would never do such a thing.

Breakdown gave you food and both of you started to drink what you had when the topic got serious. Breakdown asks you if you really would want to go back to being a search and rescue. You put the cube down on your lap, looking at him like he just asked you a simple math question. "Of course! It was one of the many things in my life that I pride myself in doing." Breakdown looks down at his energon he didn't drink. "No I mean, what if you get into another accident? You won't be able to live next time it happens." You stop to think about what he said. Well yeah, it was a surprise that anyone could find you the first time. Knowing you could even live with your injuries was lucky. Some would even say you were given a chance by Primus. "I can be more careful next time." Trying to comfort Breakdown was the best you can do. The war is nothing, but death. There is always a way for you to be injured again even if you don't go back to your job.

"No you won't." Breakdown and you both hear a stern tone and look to see Knockout, who had just come back from Megatron's talk. He gives you a glare. "Don't lie, when all you have been doing was injure yourself every time you try to leave this place." You didn't know where this was coming from. Knockout usually wouldn't say anything or make a snarky comment to you whenever you say you were ok. He doesn't seem to be in the mood for light hearted responses from you. Breakdown gets up and sets his drink down. "Knockout what happened?" You see Knockout's expression changed from serious, to grumpy real quick. "Nothing, but I don't want to hear anything about you, y/n, wanting to go back to your old position again." You put your free healed hand up in surrender. "Look I was just saying I can do lighter jobs! I can stay clear of mines for now and just go back to the basics. I use to just come into battle fields after they ended to find people. I can start doing that again." You tried your best not to get on Knockout's bad side. You have no idea this would trigger him. You never saw him angry before. He walks over to his desk and tosses a few files next to the computer. He does not sound anymore calm than he was a few minutes ago. "That will just turn into you doing dangerous stunts again. I am not stupid." Breakdown walks to him from behind and sets a servo on him, about to say something, but got interrupted by Knockout turning to face you. "Y'know I have the authority to take you out of the position? I can right now sign your time of death and send you out of the solar system to keep you from trying to destroy yourself again?" Your optics turn narrow, giving him a serious look. "You better not! I can't leave when I can do something for our peopl-" Knockout interrupts you again. "Stop caring about lives that don't matter anymore!"

…

It has been a few days after the argument. Your surgery was delayed and the only person who has been visiting you was Breakdown. You still have no idea where Knockouts anger came from. Breakdown tries to tell you he didn't mean it, but you told him you didn't want to hear it from someone else. You wanted to talk to Knockout about it, but he has been avoiding your room ever since. Your leg has been needing another dose of medication to stop it from hurting. The pills were next to the Medbay birth, in reach for you to grab. You sleepily try to grab it with your free servo, hissing when you feel your leg stinging from rubbing against the blanket. Your digits nudge the medicine bottle, when it drops to its side and rolls off the table. "Frag". You look back up at the ceiling, now having to wait for a few hours before Breakdown can come back in. You wish you could get Knockout's attention, but him not being in the room is going to be hard to get him here. You already tried to com him, but he won't answer. You thought first that it was because he is still in a sour mood, but honestly the Star that human's call a sun just came out of the clouds, he probably just got back to sleep after a full night of missions.

Closing your optics, you try to get yourself some rest as well, but you hear footsteps walk in the room. It was odd because Breakdown shouldn't be here this early in the morning. Thank primus they were light footsteps, because you would assume Megatron found you if they sounded heavy. You feel your servo being gently grabbed by another. You open your optics to see Knockout next to your side, having the medicine that was on the floor in his other servo. You don't know if you should speak, his face shows he hasn't really slept good (worse than usual). He looks at you with his red pupils and his expression goes soft. "Hey…" You gave him a supportive rub on his servo with your digits, motioning to him to continue. "Y/n…how do you do it?" You gave him a look of confusion, lifting your head just a bit to show him that he has your attention. He stops looking at you and looks down at your leg, grabbing a cup and opening the medicine bottle. "How do you not feel…empty after so many lives taken from you." The feeling of sorrow and love washes over you. Was this why he was mad? Was he jealous of your hope? You let go of his servo and press your hand against his cheek. "Oh Knockout, you think I haven't lost my will yet?" He looks up at you, his ears twitching a bit of hearing your words. You give him a soft smile. "When I find people who haven't perished yet, I don't try to prolong their pain anymore. I use to…but now, I try to hold them and say whatever they want to hear before they pass. Some mechs just need to hear how proud their mentors are, how they will meet their friends again in the Allspark, others just wanting to be promised to have a respectful burial." You rub your digits on Knockout's upper cheek. "My job is to give them closure…nothing more."

He gives you a look of understanding. Breakdown walked in as you were talking and now has his servos on Knockout's shoulders for support. Knockout lets a sigh out. "I just wish you could give the same care to yourself." You nod. Honestly you needed to hear that. There has been no self care for you in years. It was just other people that was your priority, but having a break to yourself was always seemed useless to the cause. Breakdown, Knockout, and you eat together, finally back together after a bit of a bump in your relationship. You think for a moment and look to Knockout. "Were you angry from what I said or was it something else?" Knockout smiles to himself, knowing his anger was from something dumb. "No, Starscream told Megatron I do nothing and is just lazy. Megatron talked to me about demotion, but I saved it by showing him my paperwork." You look back at your energon cube and think for a second before looking at Breakdown. "Hey that bucket of scraplets wasn't too bad of an idea after all."

[pinkanonwrites]

HI same anon from last night I’ve been going absolutely bonkers over you rambling about Bee since you posted it. I love that guy… 😭. If you want more specific (and this is only if you wanna!) do you wanna expand on maybe g1, animated or earthspark? how they’d be in a relationship, maybe? it’s totally up to you. i’m just excited to be fed good content about my favorite guy 🙏

Yes yes yes of course! I covered what Earthspark Bee would be like if he had a crush in the last ask, so I'll gladly go over what these Bees would be like in a relationship!

G1 Bumblebee

Of these three, I think G1 Bee is the shyest, even when the two of you are already in a relationship. The puppy love doesn't wear off when you start dating with him. If he had it his way he'd trail behind you wherever you went, dopey and lovesick and unbelievably fond.

He's incredibly gentle with you, never picking you up without asking first, always checking in on you to make sure you're comfortable when he takes you for a drive. He's also a much more careful driver than the other two versions of Bee when you're riding with him. As much as he loves to feel the wind between his plates and tear up the road, he's a lot more hesitant to do so when you're his ride-along.

He loves the human cliche of getting your partner flowers, and he especially loves the way your whole face lights up when he presents them to you, even if he just spent an hour delicately picking them out of the nearby woods. He'd be a complete, flustered mess if you ever returned the favor or, better yet, went out of your way to court him in a way more familiar to Cybertronians. Bring him a cool rock or pretty gemstone you found at a hobby shop and he'll fall to pieces right there in front of you.

Whether you're a alone or in public, he absolutely melts under any affection from you. Even a kiss on the cheek can turn his processor to a staticky mess. He's so whipped for you and he absolutely loves it.

Animated Bumblebee

Even in a relationship, he still loves to tease and play with you. Teasing is your shared love language, he shows his affection best when you're calling him a giant dork and he's responding 'Yeah, but you love this giant dork!' The only times he gets really soft and embarrassed are when you genuinely compliment him or tell him how much you love him without some silly goof to cushion the blow. You can practically see his whole faceplate glowing with the force of his blush.

Anything fun is doubly fun when he's doing it with you. Listening to music, ripping around downtown Detroit, or even just vegging out on the couch playing video games. Having you there makes everything ten times better. Even things that you enjoy that he isn't as fond of are better with you. He'll gladly watch a documentary or go stargazing if it makes you happy. Besides, you can still bounce jokes off of each other, so he'll enjoy it no matter what.

He's such a showoff about you it's adorable. He brags about you whenever the chance comes up, and NOBODY gets away with talking smack about you if he's around. Especially other bots that don't like organics, that's when he gets to his most protective.

He's not always the best at reading the room, so you need to be pretty up front with him if he ever says or does anything that genuinely upsets you. After all, teasing isn't very fun if it's something that you're genuinely self-conscious about. And he knows you'd never tease him for stuff like his height, so all you have to do is point out the lines that you don't want crossed, and he'll never let himself or anyone else cross them.

Earthspark Bumblebee

Like Animated Bee, Earthspark be loves loves loves to go racing with you. But he's also painfully aware of how much more fragile humans are than Cybertronians, so he saves it for routes he knows like the back of his hand, or racetracks where there's absolutely no chance of you getting hurt. It makes his spark sing whenever you cheer around a tight turn, warm hands gripping his steering wheel like you never want to let go.

He's not a bragger by any definition of the word, but the people around him that know him well can tell just how proud he is of you. He gets this incredibly fond, dreamy look on his face whenever he sees you teaching the Terrans something new, like it's taking everything in him not to scoop you up and smooch you right then and there.

He's okay with casual displays of affection, hugs and chaste kisses and carrying you around in his arms or on his shoulder. But he does get pretty embarrassed if he ever gets caught in a more affectionate position with you. He can handle the teasing from the Maltobots just fine, but Primus forbid Optimus or Megatron start ribbing him for how cuddly he likes to be with you when no one else is around.

Speaking of cuddly, I think ES Bee is the MOST touchstarved out of these three. He's incredibly tactile and if he could he'd literally always be touching you, but he's been on his own for so long that he doesn't really know how to voice when he needs that kind of casual physical affection. He loves to cuddle but almost never brings it up. After all, a soft, gentle human like yourself can't possibly get as much out of cuddling a angular slab of metal as he gets out of cuddling you. Please cuddle the man, he needs it so bad.

[lucistarrrrs]

UNDER THE STARS

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Principality Angel!Male!Reader

Dynamic: Friends to Stranger

Summary: Lucifer and M/n are friends since creation of Eden they're best friends until M/n found out that Lucifer did Lucifer tried to explain but not enough M/n misunderstood him.

Genre: Angst

Emily is his daughter in this story.

Warning: Bad Grammar

In the Garden of Eden...

 

Two angels are flying around heaven to watch over the two humans, Adam and Lilith.

 

The two angels are named Lucifer and M/N.

 

M/N is a principality angel who's in charge of protecting nations and guiding them.

 

Once Lucifer told him that he fell in love with Lilith, the human said, "Wait, you're in love with her?" M/N said as his eyes were wide, and Lucifer nodded as he talked about Lilith over and over. Then he tells about his dream. M/N likes to listen to Lucifer talk about his dreams, but Lilith gets bored when he talks about her.

M/n dropped her eyes and was a little sleepy because Lucifer talks about Lilith, and Lilith is there. M/n can't take it anymore. "Lucifer, how about your dreams?" M/n questioned him. Lucifer thinks for a moment. Lucifer talks about his creation, the ducks. M/n, take a look at the creature, and it quacks. I flinch, and Lucifer laughs. M/n looks at his beautiful laugh, and behind him it's like a...And M/n can't describe it, as M/n laughed with him.

 

Time goes by...

M/n watched Lucifer fall with Lilith; his eyes no longer spark with his eyes, like lively and gloomy. M/n stared at Sera with an empty expression, like emotionless, and flew away to his home.

He destroys everything in his home, breaking the vase and throwing a picture of Lucifer and him as he cries loudly and insanely. Michael runs towards him, but it's too late. M/N unleashed his real form. Michael and Raphael calmed him down. God came to the scene preparing some seals from M/N powers and erase his memories of Lucifer.

Azrael caught M/N in his arms. Azrael put Michael in his bed, and the seven virtues leave him in his bed as God replaces Lucifer with the virtue of patience, so... M/N is now the virtue of patience and one of the seven. 

Once M/N woke up, he saw his house was a mess. He took a look around, breaking vases and mirrors around the floor. As he cleaned his house, some knocks came in. When M/n opened the door, it revealed Azrael, the angel of death. "Hi M/n, would you like to come with me to the meeting of the seven virtues?" Azrael cheered, and his arms extended to M/n's shoulders.

 

Time skip

 

M/N becomes the highest principality, and the virtue of patience is a replacement for Lucifer. M/N joins the meeting and goes around the earth.

Azrael is planning something so that we spy on the court that Lucifer's daughter is here. "Who's Lucifer?" M/N questioned Azrael, and Azrael found that he doesn't remember that God erased M/N's memories of Lucifer.

Then we came to the court. The angels were stunned by this, and Azrael was eating popcorn. I facepalmed and looked at Sera. I squinted my eyes at her. Azrael looked at Adam, his middle finger. I smacked his hand away, and I dragged him out of the court. I looked at Lucifer's daughter, and then something rang in my head as I grabbed his collar as we walked out to the court.

 

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO STUPID?!" M/N shouted at Azrael, and he laughed, M/N's face palmed, and walked away.

 

While Later...

 

M/n was doing paperwork as the assistant brought some more paperwork. "Wait... What is this for?" M/n asked the assistants. "Raphael, send it to you, my grace." The assistants said. M/n banged his head to the table. "Put it on my table." M/n ordered the assistant, and they nodded as they put the paperwork on the table.

As M/N was focusing on the paperwork, somebody knocked on the door. "Come in," M/N said, and as the door opened, it was Emily Seraphim, who was crying. M/n eyes wide as he flew over to Emily. "What's wrong, my dear?" M/n comforted Emily as she cries to his chest and M/n caresses her hair. Emily calmed down and told him everything about what happened to the court and the exterminations. M/N is confused about the exterminations.

 

"What exterminations, Emily?" M/N questioned Emily; he was confused by this. Emily explained that exterminations make exorcists go down to hell and exterminate them; she wants to help Charlie, the princess of hell. As M/N comforted Emily, "Now how about you go to bed and I'll tell the seven's?" M/N said, kissing her forehead. Emily nodded and went to her room upstairs.

M/N continues his paperwork and planning for the exterminations that kill demons and souls within them.

 

"I promise Emily, I'll do whatever it takes to take Sera and Adam down." M/N slammed his fist to the table with evil smirking to his face.

[upsidedownmvnson]

crash landed

A/N: i want to branch out on this blog and write for other fandoms too, so im dipping my toes in my baby poe dameron's pool

summary: you and poe are stranded on an unknown planet after a dicy shootout. and your injuries are getting worse by the minute.

warnings: probably inaccurate star wars stuff, graphic descriptions of injuries (maybe), broken bones,

"poe?" you whispered, shaky voice barely cutting through the loud wind noises rattling the loose metal of a broken starfighter.

he grunts, barely looking away from the twisted metal he's trying to bend back in shape with pure will. it's been hours, and with no working comms, and no working beacon.. it was time to start considering alternate escape routes.

"ugh - if it would just-" he grunts again, pounding his fist once against it, the sound lost beneath the other crashing titanium pieces.

"poe..." you said, again, holding onto your shoulder. it was starting to really hurt, and you could barely move your arm, you were sure it was broken, and with the adrenaline of a crash landing fading, it was really starting to be a problem.

he looked at you, lips tight and tense, none of the usual spark in his eyes. his mouth softens into a light frown when he sees you cradling your injury.

"if we don't leave soon i dont know how far i'll be able to go," you say, raising your voice to be heard over the weather.

"we don't even know where we are!" he shouts back, frustrated and angry.

"i know but..."

"how am i supposed to get you out of this!?"

but he softens even more when your lip quivers, and he knows he's being cold - but look at what he's done. he's hurt you. he's gotten you lost on some outskirt planet with no way out, and no medical supplies. he's just proven about himself what he always feared might be true ... he can't protect you.

"I'm sorry!" he shouts, he looks around, and harshly scratches his thumb on his temple. "you're right! we have to move."

"take the comlink! i'll try to fix it when we get ..." you squint, "somewhere."

he grabs it, although he doesn't believe you can fix it. it doesn't even look like scrap metal anymore. totally crushed during the crash landing. if he had just jumped instead of trying to outmaneuver, this wouldn't have happened. he could have gotten you to safety but he was so sure that they wouldn't see his flip coming, but they did... and managed to target the gun you'd been using at the back of the ship, causing a small explosion and sending you against the side of the ship and then when you weren't answering he...

he lost all control and crashed the ship. he was the best pilot the resistance had, and he crashed with the most precious thing in his life depending on him. he was a failure.

when he climbs back down from the trashed fighter, he puts his hand on the small of your back and guides you forward. you were disappointed when he let you go. usually, he'd find any excuse to keep his hands on you, but now he dropped his touch as soon as you'd started walking with him.

you walked quietly, holding the ripped fabric on the shoulder of your suit closed with your good arm and kept the other as snug to your chest as you could. you felt like you were trying to hold yourself together.

you knew this was your fault. if you had just made the shot... you guys wouldn't be in this mess. and the man you were in love with - and arguably the most important pilot in the resistance - wouldn't be stranded in this nowhere place. and you wouldn't be a limping burden. you try your best to hide it. to walk normally and disguise your wincing.

"i'm sorry," you say finally, unable to stand one more moment of uncomfortable silence. you'd never struggled to talk to poe before, normally you can't get him to shut up. "I should've been able to hit the fuel tank, i knew where it was and i missed the-"

"this wasn't your fault," he cut you off, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "none of this is your fault, it's mine."

you could barely hear him, and you were about you respond when both of you were taken by complete surprise as you yelped, your ankle giving way under you with a sickening crunch. poe heard it over the wind, and caught you before you could completely hit the ground.

you cried, trying to say something about the pain but all that came out were a few strangled syllables.

"hey, hey, hey, it's okay! i've got you!" but he's panicking. he can't support you with your arm in that condition, and he can't get you up because of the leg. he's sick. he can't breathe thinking of what's he caused. he picks you up, cradling you as close to his chest as he can as he frantically looks around for anything, anything.

a cave in the face of a rockside is all he can see, and he escapes to it's safety, at least able to get you out of the wind for a minute while he thinks. he sets you down as gently as he can, his heart shattering with each deep sob you release.

he looks around, as if help will just appear in the cave. and he stands up, watching you curl into yourself.

"poe, i'm so sorry." you sob, not noticing his confused expression as you hide your face in your arm, words coming out choked and pathetic you say, "look at what i've done."

"you can't -" he pauses, "you didn't do anything wrong, this mess is my fault."

he wants to stop and comfort you, but he doesn't have time. he has to save you, he has to save. you. he's freaking out. he's failed you, the mission, leia, all because he assumed he was better than some first order pilot.

"i have to find you some help," he says, crouching down close to you and moving some hair out of your face. the blotchy, red cheeks, and swollen eyes that hold nothing but pain behind them, made an unexpected tear fall from poe's eye, but he catches it on the back of his hand before you can see. "why can't wait these injuries out, okay?" you nod sullenly, unable to force out anymore words. "do you have your blaster? hm? can you look at me?" he asks, and you do. "i'm going to run okay? i'm going to find you some help."

poe runs for an hour, but aside from the weather finally yielding, he finds nothing. he nearly gets lost on his way back, but finds you sitting up against the hard rock wall, blaster disassembled around you, as you fiddle with the small broken comlink.

"you're sitting."

"i'm totally numb," you whisper, and you're both quiet. you both know that's not a good thing. "i don't know if it worked... but i tried to send out a signal. the transmitter looked functional enough, but the mic was broken beyond... I..." you trail off. "i hope they find you."

"us," he corrects harsher than he means to. "they're going to find us."

you smile. "you should go."

"what????"

"you can come back for me later but -"

"-no-"

"-we shouldn't both rot in this-"

"-stop saying this crap, seriously-"

"hellhole, and you're too important to lose and-"

"stop!" he shouts, crouching down to look in your eye, passion and frustration covered his face, "you're too important, don't you get that!? don't you get anything? i can't lose you too." poe's resolve falls faster than it rose, and he's sobbing before you've even really processed what he's said. "i won't survive it. if i lose you. i won't survive."

"poe?"

"i love you, you idiot."

but then you passed out. and poe is screaming your name, tapping gentle slaps on your cheek to wake you, but it's not working. he's worried you hit your head.

"what do i do!?" he's looking around, but there's nothing. he knows there's nothing. "what do i do!?"

but he hears something outside that sounds like yelling. and he doesn't care if its first order, pirates, or whatever, he doesn't care. he'd surrender himself to save you. he's only got a half broke blaster, but he's got the spark he needs to save you.

he hides behind a tree when he sees figures, waiting to ambush the first person and steal their weapon, but when he grabs them, it's finn looking out of breath and terrified.

"poe! maker, we couldn't-"

"come on!" poe shouts, ignoring his friend, letting go of the fistful of shirt he had, and taking off full tilt back to where you were. finn was hot on his trail, silent. while chewie ran not far behind, roaring in worry. no one liked the crazed look in poe's eye, especially when they knew it was bad sign you weren't with him.

when they're back to you, poe first checks your pulse, his own nearly stopping with anxiety. but however shallow, it was there, you were still there.

poe scoops you up, holds you close to his chest for a second, whispering a secret plea for you to stay with him, and let chewie take you in his arms, begging him in broken words to be gentle with you.

and then poe just sobbed as they rushed back to the ship.

you didn't wake up for a full month. poe ran defensive missions, or short trips. but he couldn't stay focused long enough for anything longer.

when he returns from a simple fetch & return for leia, he's greeted by rey and rose waiting in the hanger, chatting excitedly. at first poe is annoyed, as he takes his helmet off and shakes his hair out. how could your friends find a way to stand around and chat and smile... but when they look at him with wide grins, he hesitates to feel hope. they've said nothing but his heart is racing. he thinks it may beat clear out of his chest,

"someone wants to see you," rose singsongs, laughing as poe throws his helmet on the floor and takes off down the hallway, following his usual path straight from the hanger to the medbay.

he stops in the doorway, panting as he takes in the sight of you smiling with finn, who was sitting on the chair closest to you. he gets up when he sees poe, says goodbye, and leaves, patting his friend on the shoulder as he passes.

"you're awake," he says, taking finn's seat, and scooching it even closer to you. he gathers up your hand in both of his, and leans forward to press his forehead against the back of your hand. "please, forgive me."

"forgive you? for what?"

he scoffs, leaning back but maintaining a secure grip on your hands. "well, for nearly killing you, mostly."

"poe, i missed the shot. i had the shot and i missed it, it's my fault."

"no," he says, sternly, in a commanding voice you don't even recognize, and you listen, watching him with kind eyes. he could live in them, melt into them, stay there forever. "you saved us. you made a beacon out of a gun and a broken comlink. you're a genius, you're... you're so..." he grunts in frustration when the words get lost. "i almost lost you..." he whispers, kissing the back of your hand. he leans his forehead back onto your hand, whispering again and again how sorry he was. 

you smiled sadly at him. he looked thin, had bags under his eyes. you doubted he has been sleeping, finn said he'd spent every night by your side, curled up uncomfortably on the metal chair.

"nah," you chuckle, "i always was gunna come back to you."

"and how do you know that, hm?"

you grin, winking, "because i love you, you idiot."

[altosk]

semi-plotted starter for @cataclysmus

　　　The whole situation was turning into a mess. Their original intentions to climb Zaude and stop Alexei's plans had escalated far beyond what any of them imagined. The fight itself hadn't been easy, even when it was nine vs one, Alexei had showed that the title of Commandant was more than for show but even he hadn't been prepared to witness the truth of Zaude's existance when the core shot power up into the skies —

Raven's grip on his weapon tightens as he stares up at the sky. It falls to pieces and opens gaping holes to a monster above, his allies watching in shock and awe themselves. The adephagos. It was real and it was never gone and to think that Zaude's blastia core had been a shield protecting their world.

That fool.

The blastia above their head starts to crackle and go out of control, sparkes fly in the air above their head. The group have to prepare to run but Raven's eyes have fallen forward. Yuri is still facing Alexei but Alexei isn't even looking at the young man. He doesn't understand this uncomfortable feeling in his gut.

Is it okay for it to end this way?

Yuri takes the distraction and gives the commandant a brutal blow with his sword. Raven feels chills up his spine, he hears Karol and the others voices at his side. They needed to leave. Flynn was getting back up after taking a blow for Yuri but the young captain is clearly worn out.

No it couldn't end like this.

The core is threatening to fall on all of them and Zaude itself was shaking under their feet. The thing wasn't going to remain in the air much longer and they were all very aware. Yet when everyone moved back, Raven moved forward and dashed passed the retreating Yuri. It was selfish of him but thinking of everything he went through ending like this - it wasn't right.

Raven's sure someone is calling his name but he doesn't even register his own voice screaming over all the noise. Chaos and panic had broken out as the core is finally unable to sustain itself in the sky. Raven feels like he's never moved this fast in his life, tackling Alexei so hard he nearly knocks the air out of himself. The core falls and just narrowly misses the two of them when they hit the ground. The blastia core hits the roof and shatters into large and small bits, bringing up a plume of smoke.

❝ Raven!! ❞

❝ Where's Yuri!? ❞

❝ Come on, it's dangerous here right now. ❞

Raven can't make out much sound beyond his own ragged breathing and ringing in his ears. He coughs from inhaling whatever smoke and particles the blastia core picked up, waving his sleeve in front of his face to try and clear his line of sight. He's surely lost his mind, he thinks, as he looks around with bleary eyes before looking down at the man he'd stupidly risked his life to save. He's bleeding and covered in dust and pieces of blastia but he was very much still alive by the telltale sign of his chest rising and falling with irregular breaths.

[pilot-boi]

If Twins!Yang gets Jaune's Initiation Jitters, then Jaune gets Yang's confidence and excitement. Between bouts of panic, he feels alive, he feels PUMPED, he feels feels like he has a chance- no, he KNOWS he has a chance, misplaced as it may be. He also as a strong urge to protect something, or somebody; he doesn't know what or who, but the fact he can't see it/them has him concerned and worried. But once his aura is unlocked, once he is WHOLE, he knows everything will be okay.

Oh yeah, it totally goes both ways, which is VERY messing with his head

Because what the fuck, he does NOT got this. He got launched through the air at a million miles an hour and is now hanging from a tree, and his brain is going “Hell yeah, this is fantastic, I’ve got this”

So he’s flip flopping the whole time between his logical brain going “I’m going to die” and his emotions being like “No we got this, let’s KICK SOME ASS”

And again, like Yang, this isn’t the first time he’s felt emotions that don’t necessarily fit the situation. But this is A LOT

(It’s because this is the first time the twins have been near each other since Yang unlocked her Aura. The pain/emotions still travel over distances, but they become much more muted the further a pair of twins are from one another)

Then his Aura is unlocked, and the emotions seem to settle. They’re still there, but somehow they feel less… overwhelming. He feels whole somehow, something he’s never felt in his whole life

It’s not until he really examines it later that he realizes they the emotions started to feel less HIS, and more like they’re someone else’s. This is what prevents the emotions from becoming all encompassing and distracting for pairs of twin Hunters. If both twins Auras are unlocked, their emotions and pain have somewhere to settle instead of assaulting the two of them

Think of it like a wire. With only one (or neither) Aura unlocked, the wire is frayed. The energy is making it to the other end, but it’s throwing off sparks and being all around hazardous. But with both unlocked, the twin Auras are able to process the emotions/pain without needing to rely so much on the mind

It’s not really a problem for civilians, since they’re never in combat so overwhelming emotions can only mess with their day, and not endanger their lives. But for Hunters, a sudden burst of pain from your twin, or a sudden wave of fear/rage/joy can be life threatening if you’re in combat

This also makes it MUCH easier for the twin to tell which feelings are theirs, and which ones are their siblings, and the feelings also feel MUCH less potent

For an example, this is why even though Yang can feel Jaune’s crush on Weiss, and it makes her a little more instinctively awkward around her teammate, she can still tell that SHE doesn’t actually have a crush on Weiss

Also, it makes the distance a pair can be from one another MUCH further without any dulling of the feelings. It’s why when Summer didn’t come home, Jaune would’ve just felt a little down instead of distraught like Yang did, but in V4 Yang can feel every wave of self-loathing Jaune felt

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Hello, how have you been? I've been rereading your headcanons of Optimus Bayverse as a father, I was wondering if you could do some extras, the father energy he exudes is really good

The moment his sparkling comes into the world he can not get enough of them. They have captured his spark entirely. He finds himself needing to be around them at all times.

He will carry them around, keeping them held to his chest as he walks. He loves holding them while they sleep. If he has to put them down he will often just watch them sleep, just in complete adoration of them.

He's very protective of them and tries to keep them safe from everything. He can be a little bit of a hover parent. Especially when they are so small and fragile. So wary of letting them go anywhere alone. If he can sparkling-proof things then he will.

As they get older he gets more confident and eases off. He doesn't hover as much but he still tries to keep a close eye on them.

He has a very soothing voice that is able to lull them to sleep quite quickly.

He is very involved and will happily play with them. He also likes to tell them stories from his past.

As they get older he starts to give them wisdom, hoping they can take his words of experience and carve a bright future for themselves full of good decisions.

However, he knows that everyone can make a wrong decision at some point. When his kids mess up he is calm. He never yells, he never lashes out. He reassures them that they can always talk to him and he will always help them no matter what.

When they are sad he will hug them and talk to them and help them through their bad days.

He would go on a war path if someone tried to hurt his sparkling. He will protect them no matter what. He would tear down buildings for them.

[cyber-skeletons]

hiii:>>>

6 + 9 + 5 for megatron, 1 + 10 for Optimus, and/or 13 + 4 for both:333

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HI FRIEND!!!!!! Once more you have come to bless us with asks I see <333 Sooooo sorry for how late this is, things got busy and stayed busy

Megatron:

6) Something they lost, but would love to have back

My god. I've seen some HEAVY answers to this one and I love toying around with those, but as for what I actually believe in:

Terminus.

9) What calms them when they are upset. 

When she's angry and frustrated, she likes to destroy things. Sometimes those things are people. As for sadness and fear, I'm running away with my age regression headcannon again and saying that she likes to hide under a weighted blanket and listen to a safe, trusted love one's spark pulse as they rock her. If there's no one she considers safe, she'll play an audio file of some random spark pulse and pretend someone loves her.

5) A cherished personal belonging. 

During the war, she tried to keep no sentimental belongings ("no attachments"), but after, when she's in recovery, she holds onto the first thing given to her as a genuine act of kindness and belief in her goodness. (In IDW, a Rodimus Star; in Earthspark, a "live laugh love" framed photo of her and Dot; etc.)

Optimus:

1) Something this character is truly proud of.

Can it be someone? Because my first thought was "Bumblebee." Yes I'm on the "Dadtimus" hype train, but more than just the simple cuteness I genuinely think Optimus's pride manifests in the lives he manages to guide and protect for the better

10) How they deal with pain. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you just had to hit me with this didn't you. damn. well. The answer is that he ignores it. Optimus is the #1 target of Ratchet's wrath when he comes in with three rust infections and a completely stripped joint because he played the "I'm fine, tend to others first" game for too long. It's to the point of self harm. And mental pain???????? OH, BUDDY. He just meditates on the Matrix until he loses his sense of self and slips into a state of dissociation so deep that he can function again. Sometimes he implodes and has a 2-hour meltdown in his quarters and then he just starts the buildup all over again.

Both:

13) What kind of parent they would be. 

Crying weeping foaming at the mouth clawing at the walls shaking like a little dog. Them as parents is. everythign 2 me

Anyway, Megatron is a hot mess. He oscillates wildly between being the "fun dad" and the helicopter parent. Always obsessed with knowing exactly where they are at any given moment, if their surroundings are safe, if he can trust other mechs to so much as look at them... the moment that sparkling emerges, he's unlocked an entirely new level of PTSD. Also, because he grew up with "wire mother" instead of "cloth mother," he's VERY screwed in the head and doesn't know how to give affection at first. He shows his love through acts of service and protection until he finally adjusts enough to hug and cuddle. When their sparkling becomes a teen, that's when he really hits his stride. He handles the rebellious streak and the angst with an almost supernatural grace and shocking empathy and patience.

Optimus meanwhile is a tempering, nurturing force right out of the gate. He is the Snugglemaster, always willing to provide praise and affirmations. However, he is also just as paranoid as Megatron about their safety and is also a helicopter parent. That sparkling is 2000% homeschooled and has next to NO privacy. He absolutely gets cornered by the likes of Elita and Bumblebee staging an intervention that he's going to crush his bitlet if he doesn't open up that iron grasp, and that Megatron needs a counterweight. After that, Optimus absolutely earns those "#1 Dad" mugs, and even gets Megatron to chill tf out. It's the teenage years he has to watch out for. He struggles adjusting to his sparkling's new interests and struggles and he tries but man... it takes him a long time to break out of seeing his little one with Permababy Syndrome.

4) What they would do if they had one month to live. 

Megatron is no holds barred fighting it with all her might. She'll spend the entire month searching for a cure or a solution, she'll struggle and rage and defy it every step of the way, even if it means leaving her loved ones in a time of peace. She will never go gently into that good night. It is her nature to rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Optimus, if he's not going "finally," then he's using that time to give as much closure to others as he can. Making happy memories with loved ones, tying loose ends, building things. He's already written like three separate speeches for this day, a la "when I am gone, do not lament my absence" and "when you look up at the stars, think of one of them as my spark."

[seventeenlovesthree]

Theory: Digimon Adventure 02 The Beginning is the origin story of why the Digimon Adventure: 2020 reboot timeline exists.

The more I try to analyze how the events of the movie affect the overall timeline, I do have moments when it all feels a bit jumbled - and others, when it just seems to make a little too much twisted sense. I will always be a fan of reincarnation theory when it comes to the reboot - but the movie also provided a different angle to look at.

Spoilers under the cut!

To sum it up once again: The idea presented in the movie - which is influenced by unreliable narration and us having to tie the timeline together - is that, Rui was the one who sparked the partnership system between humans and Digimon:

Encountering Ukkomon for the first time, he wished to have a friend - and eventually friends around the whole world -, who'd protect him, Ukkomon's wish-fulfilling abilities created Digimon to partner with other human beings.

It is also said that Ukkomon "misunderstood" his wish back then:

Since it is also said that Ukkomon is linked to some kind of "God figure"...

... My theory was the following:

"Homeostasis does not have a physical form, so it created its agents like Gennai - and PROBABLY Ukkomon too. Since we know the Digital World has “wish granting” abilities, I can accept there being a singular being that is capable of doing the same thing. So then, a Digiegg gets into the real world in 1995, and Homeostasis gets to scan Hikari, Taichi and the others, discovering the potential they have - since Hikari is the child that enables the hatched Botamon to evolve into Greymon super quickly, Homeostasis sends Parrotmon to retrieve it. Afterwards, in 1996, Ukkomon “would appear who had special connections with [a child] in the real world”. And thus, Rui’s wish was the indirect catalysator of the foundation of the “partnership system”. Basically, Ukkomon’s wish fulfillment powers enabled a system based on the limitless potential (of wishes and the bond between humans and Digimon) that was deemed useful by Homeostasis for the sake of saving the world(s). A system that wasn’t in place like this before, so Rui was basically some kind of “prototype” - as was Ukkomon, kinda testing the waters of partnerships in the first place. And through analyzing the other 8 kids in the meantime, their potential had been discovered, which is why THEY also had Crests created for themselves. Like Ukkomon said - they came into existence to “protect” him, so he wouldn’t have to save the worlds himself."

However... This proves to be a problem by the end of the movie.

Aside from personal bias and the fact that Bandai must have been bonkers to approve of the disappearance of one of their most marketable toys, doesn't that mean that we should be having a splitted timeline now? If Rui never made the wish in the first place, if the partnership system had never been founded because of it - how did the 8 Chosen Children come into existence?

First of all, removing the Digivices from the equation causes quite a butterfly effect (no pun intended) within the entirety of the OG Adventure timeline and it may or may not be a plot hole to not SHOW the effects of what it meant for the original Chosen Children which may be the reason why they were not included in the movie in the first place. However, there are two ways I could see to get out of this mess:

Homeostasis NEEDED to see if humans' wishes really had the ability to make Digimon evolve. Rui was a guinea pig that was needed to have a justification for "choosing" humans to be partnered with Digimon. Hikari, Taichi and the others had already been scanned at this point. So the original timeline may still have happened the same way it did - IF Homeostasis had just looked for another miserable child that could have been used to be forced into wishing for friends.

The other option is... That we'd end up with a timeline that is a little bit to the left. So... What if we had a timeline that fulfilled the following criteria:

The 8 Children of the Hikarigaoka Incident had already been scanned, they were always meant to be "chosen", because they had the potential to save the Digital and the real world. The respective Digimon partners were also "already in the making", as were the "Crests" their hearts corresponded with.

Since there was no "wish" in motion to test the waters, no Digivice "in the shape that we are familiar with", Homeostasis had to come up with a "different design" to facilitate the energy of the children and make the Digimon evolve.

The Digimon may or may not have memories of a former timeline in which they and "their humans" had already been brought together, which is why they seem to be so familiar with them.

There are no other partnerships this time around - just the 8 that were needed, no other "friends" to protect one singular child (and in extension the entire world).

So long story short - the split timeline starts with the moment the past is changed within the movie, it's literally THE BEGINNING of the events of the reboot timeline. The kids were already scanned, the Crests already created - they exist since THE BEGINNING of this timeline. And whether or not the passage of time between the Digital World and the real world is still different... Saying that it was "long ago" that the Crests were created still lines up with the idea that Digimon perceive time differently than humans do. Because between the events of 2012 (which had an influence on the events of 1999) in the OG timeline AND the reboot taking place in 2020... That's still a pretty damn long time in Digimon terms.

Either way, Homeostasis just went for it, created its own version of the Digivice and formed the partnerships between the 8 Chosen by its own will without any wish being linked to it. It actually IS an alternate timeline. And yes, it may not line up with timing, but it IS an interesting theory to look at.

Reference posts I used - and which I recommend to look at further! - can be found here: [X] [X] [X] [X] [X]

[sandiavolo]

Can you post art from the latest chapter on tumblr as well? Because it seems to me that then they have better quality <3

EXTRA (Sibling Lore!!!!)

Oare te Oman Sarwa’ite (Spider/Trr'ong's Big Sis)

An aggressive cat.

"Oare" means "Moon" in Na'vi

Sneaky huntress. Best archer in her clan, and youngest one too

Oare is crazy protective of her little human-brother (heavy emphasis on the 'crazy')

Has a dark sense of humor and personality a bit...offputting to say the least, especially to the Sullys and Ao'nung in particular. She's the kind of person to beat you to a bloody pulp without question, and ask how your day is in the middle of it (without stopping)

"Aw, why so down, little Metka'yina?" "YOU JUST STABBED ME IN THE FOOT 5 SECONDS AGO!!!" "*Holding the bloody knife* Oh yeah, I did, huh? Did it hurt?" "YES!" "...poke." "AGH! WHY?" "Wanted to be sure you weren't lying."

Kinda the trouble-maker, and would round up some Na'vi (especially Lo'ak) to break some rules and rebel some more 🤘

The paint near her hips hides a few scars

Txon te Oman Rewon’itan (Spider/Trr'ong's Big Bro)

Oldest child

"Txon" means "Night"

A very cool cucumber most of the time, pales in comparison to his sister. But mess with Spider and you unleash the beast (you don't want that if you know what's good for you)

Talented warrior, almost better than Trr'ong and Oare. Dual-wields a spear and a macuahuitl (ancient Aztec wooden war club), prefers the spear most of the time

Spider instantly grew on him the first time they met as kids. And was the first ever to give him the nickname "Txepvitsyip", or "Little Spark", cause ma boi Spider was a fiesty little thing

Forgets his own strength when it comes to giving his little brother affection, especially when it comes to hugs 😅

Amazing brother, like Neteyam, except he doesn't fret over it as much as he does. Very good listener and wise for his age, so he would like the company of the eldest Sully, especially to spill some tea amongst a fellow 'brother in charge of a bunch of feral nantang'

Major scars are on his legs and hidden by the red cloths, but has a few around his forearms and hands

Other neat details (courtesy of the beautiful mind of @anka-partizanka-from-pandora)

(My personal fave, Anka💙) If you look carefully, you can see the outlines of two palms near Oare's shoulder. The one in black, kinda hidden, is Txon's. The one in red, with five fingers, is Trr'ongs. It's a tradition of hers everytime she goes out on a clan mission, and she firmly believes it helps, b/c it allows her brothers to always be there supporting her

On Oare's bow, just below her hand, there is an amulet incased with a small fang and a lock of Spider's hair. This is used as a sort of charm. So that her arrows always find the right mark

Eywa, I love giving Spider a family so much! Even if that means someone gets whooped every five minutes in his name, I'll take it! My boi deserves to be snuggled with love and overprotectiveness 💙 Hope you guys enjoyed this!

[dreamspace24]

WAVES EXCITEDLY! HELLO!! For my villain ask game... can we get 2, 6, 14, 21, and 22?? YAY 💥💥 whoever sparks joy for you...

WAAAA?? DID NOT EXPECT TO GET AN ASK FOR THIS, TY FRIEND <3333 I will be doing Vox for these questions!

2: What is your f/o’s most unorthodox act to show love?

Hmmm how do I describe it? It's the act of protection, I suppose. Vox is painfully clingy and already doesn't like the idea of me being around other sinners or Hellborn. Couple this with the fact that he's constantly trying to have people kill him- It's not shocking to learn he has a tracking device on me at all times. We did say unorthodox! He's looking out for me, yk? I may be a demon now, but I'm still naive </3

(And it's a good way to get to me in an instant if something does happen)

6: Why is your f/o a villain rather than a “hero”? How do they see themself in this regard?

No one in Hell is a hero, besides Charlie, maybe. If there were heroes here, we wouldn't be in Hell. Vox is a villain and landed himself here due to his love for capitalism. He's constantly manipulating the media and the people to have his way. (And so much other stuff we don't have time to get into). He's aware of it, and he doesn't care about it. So long as the people trust him, give him the attention he craves, give him the power and money and fame- Then who cares how he gets it?

14: What does your f/o visualize for the future with you? How does this align with your view for the future?

Vox wants us to have a relatively happy future, all things considered. Something cushy and comfortable, and kind of traditional! One where he's the breadwinner and keeping the masses satiated and entertained, knowing I'm safe at home and taking care of the place so he can come home to a nice dinner and sweet kisses. I think he'd even like a child one day, if we ever got lucky enough to have one.

Honestly? I'm chill about this. I think there's ways of achieving it without the villainy, but I'm in Hell, and so is he, so what exactly are we meant to do about it? The idea of being a SAHW is very appealing, so long as I knew he'd come home and be loyal to me.

21: How did your f/o first take to learning about you? Did they ask you questions outright? Observe you when the two of you were together? Word of mouth from others? Or even something else?

Uhh, mainly the first two? It was kind of my fault we met- as we did not meet in Hell! No, I was kind of maybe sort of playing with a oujia board when I shouldn't have and happened to have summoned him- Oops!

No, he didn't appear in some summoning circle or talk to me through the board, but he did show up on my television screen! He wasn't even aware oujia boards worked, so it was a lot of questions between the two of us, trying to figure out what just happened and where to go from there! After that, a lot of observations while I'm busy and cornering me when I'm not to interrogate me.

He didn't plan to fall in love along the way- Oops!!!

22: Will your f/o do anything for you? What is their limit, if anything?

Speaking a bit more seriously here- If it means I'm safe, I don't think there is a limit. Vox cares about very few people. And the ones he does care about, whether he admits it or not? He clings on and he doesn't let go. He'd figure out how to kill angels for me. He'd risk getting himself killed by an angel for me.

That's what I'm for. I clean up his messes and kill in return. I get food out of it, and I don't have to worry he'll do something reckless. And neither of us go out on Extermination Day.

Sorry this is so long! But ty for the questions! Ask game here for anyone interested!