#how would this species act/react etc etc

[ruthlesslistener]

I love how pk enjoyers have collectively decided that pk's dignity is in constant battle with his biology

Blame @ganymedesclock for that one! He's the guy who got me interested in digging apart PK's lore in-game, and his fics are what got me thinking about how a god-king who seems to view himself and everyone around him as pieces of machinery making Hallownest tick would respond to very messy biological needs like hunger, exhaustion, emotions, hormones, etc. And because a big part of why I love biology is understanding animal behavior and how those responses might have evolved, I kinda took the bit between my teeth and ran with it. The end result is an absolute disaster of a living being who is essentially a dragon trying very very hard to live in a human skin who is also terrible at being either, lmfao

[lenaellsi]

“Crowley is still an angel deep down” “Crowley is more of an angel than any of the archangels” “Crowley was only cast out because he needed to play his part in Armageddon, he's not a real demon” “Aziraphale wants to rebuild Heaven to be more like Crowley because he’s what an angel should be” no. Stop it. This is exactly where Aziraphale went wrong.

Crowley is 100% a demon. He's not actually a bit of an angel, and he's not cosmically better than any of the other demons we see in the series. He's much less vicious than most of them, yeah, but he's also much less vicious than most of the angels, because how “nice” a celestial being is has nothing to do with which side they're technically on. Crowley's kindness comes from him doing his best to help people despite the hurt he's suffered himself, not any sort of inherent residual or earned holiness. He was cast out just like the rest of the demons, and that's an important part of his history that shouldn't be minimized, excused, or, critically, 'corrected.'

Being angelic is not a positive or negative trait in the Good Omens universe. It's a species descriptor. Saying that Crowley is still an angel deep down because he helps people is an in-character thing for Aziraphale to think, certainly--Job and the final fifteen showed that in the worst possible way--but it's not something Crowley would ever react well to, and it's the main source of conflict in the entire "appoint you to be an angel" fiasco.

We know that Aziraphale thinks Crowley's fall was an injustice, but why? Well, because Crowley is actually Good, which means his fall was a mistake, or a test, or a regrettable error in judgment, or…something. Ineffable. Etc. The point is, he’s special, much better than those other demons, and if they can fix him and make him an angel again, everything will be fine! (So once Job's trials are over, everything will be restored to him? Praise be!) Aziraphale has to believe that Crowley's better traits come from traces of the angel he used to know and not the demon he's known for 6,000 years, because that’s how he can rationalize his incorrect view of Heaven as The Source Of Truth And Light And Good with his complicated feelings about Crowley's fall.

But Crowley's fall was not an injustice because he's actually a Good Person who didn't deserve it. Crowley's fall was an injustice because the entire system of dividing people into Good (obedient) and Bad (rebellious) is bullshit. Crowley is not an unfortunate exception to God's benevolence, he is a particularly sympathetic example of God's cruelty.

And really, Crowley doesn't behave at all like an angel, especially when he's at his best. All of the things that he's done that we as the audience consider Good are things that Heaven has directly opposed. (See: saving the goats and children in defiance of God in S2E2, convincing Aziraphale to give money to Elspeth despite Heaven's views on the "virtues of poverty" in S2E3, speaking out against the flood and the crucifixion in S1E3, tempting Aziraphale to enjoy earthly pleasures because he thinks they'll make him happy, stopping Armageddon.)

Heaven as an institution has never been about helping humanity. And that's not an issue of leadership, as Aziraphale seems to think--it's by design. Aziraphale's first official act as an angel toward humanity was to literally throw them to the lions. Giving them the sword wasn't him acting like an angel, it was just him being himself. Heaven doesn't care about humans. It's not supposed to. It's supposed to win the war against Hell, with humans as chess pieces at best and collateral damage at worst.

Yes, it's easier to think that there are forces that are supposed to be fundamentally good. It's easier to think that Aziraphale is going to show those mean archangels and the Metatron what’s coming to them and reform Heaven into what it "should" be, and that God is actually super chill and watching all of this while shipping ineffable husbands and cheering for them the whole way. And of course it's easier to take Crowley, who Aziraphale (and the audience) adores, and say that he deserves to be on the Good team much more than all those angels and demons that we don’t like. But that's not how it works. People are more complicated than that, even celestial beings.

Crowley is a demon, and the tragedy of his character is not that he's secretly a good guy who is being forced to be evil; the tragedy is that he's lived his whole life stuck between two institutional forces that are both equally hostile to the love he feels for the universe and the beings in it. There are no good and bad guys. There are no "right people." Every angel, demon, and human is capable of hurting or helping others based on their choices. That is, in fact, the entire fucking point.

[yaut-jaknowit]

So this ties into my previous transformation ask, so a part two of sorts.

So the transformation continues on from the previous point, scales continue to spread, mandibles sprout, and hair gets replaced by tresses, increase height, etc till they completely yautja.

And maybe for a bit of spice this is signified by the individual going into heat and having a unbaked bun put in the oven (maybe it was a dream that was never able to happen cause different species and what not?)

-🥤

The Wrong Secret to Hold Part 2

Character: Ahtaal (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 4521

Summary: A month goes by until the rest of the transformation completes. It's impossible to reverse the effects this point and left you a Yautja for the rest of your life. Though, that does have some perks. Until you are hit with your first heat.

Author Note: Ekkk! I loved doing a second part to this! It feels like I haven't wrote smut in forever.

Part 2

Masterlist

Ao3

If the scales weren’t the worse thing, it was the tress. Pressure behind your eyes had you curled up in bed. Ahtaal worked diligently with everything in his power to either halt or even reverse the transformation. Some nights, the red Yautja doesn’t come to bed, still glued to his workshop. Every favor and piece of knowledge put together in front of him.

But nothing could be found. It was a miracle you had survived such things. From what others have gathered, these Bad Bloods had been doing this for some time. Other… humans hadn’t been lucky enough like yourself to survive.

Oh, how lucky you were.

Tears stained your cheeks. Pain relief rushed through your veins but did little to quell the headache. It felt like the medicine hadn’t even touched it; leaving you here to suffer in your bed.

All you wore at this point was sheen, silken cloth around your waist. The only modest part of yourself. Everything else had been torn off. The touch of it drove you into sanity. Scratches marred your changing skin.

Ahtaal found blankets from earth that were the only thing you didn’t want to either tear up or rip off your own skin. They felt like you weren’t even lying on anything. Similar to the cloth acting like shorts.

Said male despises leaving you alone in the quietness in your shared bedroom. Yet, if anything is to get done about the situation, he had to act. Plus… the items you’ve thrown at him have bruised his head. Clearly, you didn’t want to be touched. It would happen sacuddenly, leaving him with no time to react.

A hiss surged pass clenched teeth. Your eyes are sealed shut. Star appeared through the darkness. A wave of nausea striking you so hard that color bloomed to life in the darkness. You tensed every muscle harder in reaction and fought off the feeling in the back of your throat. It became a struggle of mind over body.

Until your mouth watered.

Then, you were up on your unsteady feet and stumbling like a drunk into the bathroom. Your hands gripped the toilet bowl just in time for everything you’ve consumed in the last few hours to surge up your throat. Bile spewed. You were a hot mess.

For the next hour, you were glued to the bowl. There was little strength left in yourself to get back up and into bed. The floor wasn’t terrible against your skin. It only irritated you slightly. Your exploding headache was at the forefront of everything.

Soft pitter-patter of feet had you cracking open an eye. Through your blurry vision, you see a dark red blob rush towards you. A weak groan was given when scratchy scales rubbed wrongly at your skin. Words are cooed to you but didn’t quite reach the logic side of your brain. Ahtaal lifts you off of the bathroom floor and into his arms. You clenched your eyes shut again, face twisted with irritation.

With your arms, you tried to push him away, claws scratching against his chest. The Yautja acts no different and continues to gently carry you back out into the bedroom. The feeling of your skin crawling had your hands going up into your hair. Yet, something… unnatural skimmed across the tips of your fingers.

Every muscle in your body went still. That… wasn’t hair. Your first reaction was to pinch the long, rubbery nub sticking out of your scalp and nearly jumped straight out of Ahtaal’s arms. He had to flex his arms to keep you from falling to the ground. The cry that left your lips made the male frantic.

Ahtaal set you down in the concave bed in the floor. His bright eyes were wide while scanning over your scalp for what caused the issue. Then, he saw something sticking out past your hair. It almost… looked like the tips of his dreads. He chittered to himself while thinking and turned your head to look at the discovery closer.

And he’ll be damned.

At random, small sprouts of tresses stuck out. All at different growths. The longest one being about an inch and half. Black in color and the same texture as his own. The transformation was progressing at a rate he couldn’t keep up with. He felt useless, defeated that his efforts had turned null.

Even if he was able to stop the progression at this point, plenty had already changed about you. He knew you wouldn’t be able to look at yourself in the mirror. That pained his heart.

When you dragged your gaze up to him, he froze on the spot. Your eyes had changed from their natural hue to a bright yellow that glowed lightly. Pain was evident in the orbs. He began to purr softly and pinched your chin between his fingers. “Little one,” he cooed in his deep voice. Instinct clawed at his insides to rub his forehead against your own. Anything to comfort you. He knew it would hurt rather than soothe. He still craved he had taken his time on those scums who took you.

“Make it stop,” you cried to him. The headache still throbbed but the pressure and slowly decreased to a point you could see fine now. “My head…” His claws twitched.

Anger boiled below his scales. Not at you. Never at you. It was directed at himself. How could he let this happen to you? To let those scums to change you in such a way. The pain you’re going through. He gritted his mandibles and forced himself to focus back on you. You were his concern. You’re here, alive and with him. Ahtaal continued to purr the entire time.

Words were lodged in his throat. How could he tell you what else was happening to you?

Tears prickled the corners of your eyes again. “Ahtaal, what’s happening to me?” You knew. It haunted over you like death in the air. The look in his eyes told you something else had changed. Something he seemed to fear as well. You were terrified, hands starting to shake.

Curses fly around in his head at the sight. You were scared. The purring wasn’t working his favor. “It’s…” he trailed off for a moment, eyes searching through your own. You noticed how they flickered up to wards your scalp.

With a trembling hand, you used it to touch at the top of your head. Your fingers found a small, bump that sent a shot of electricity down your spine. A gasp tore at your throat at the painful experience. But, you continued to search through your strands, finding more scattered across your scalp. There’s only about a dozen but enough to be noticeable.

You pulled away and fell a few strands of your hair tangled in your fingers. Confusion twisted your face. The hand was brought down. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head.

A tangled mess of hair had been weaved around your fingers. A lot more than normal. As if… it was all falling out. You cried.

Hard.

The loss of your hair; your nails turning into claws; increased diet; only for a decrease in energy due to your body changing; your eyes color changing; scales appearing across your skin; the increase of height, only by a little; then, the mandibles came along to seal the deal.

At this point, it’s been about a month since the first noticeable changes. Nothing about the cure has led into anything hopeful. Just an idea. A hopeful thought to save you from a life changing experience. But, Ahtaal continued to hit dead ends. It angered him beyond belief. He wanted to help you, his mate, but… couldn’t.

One month turned into two before the last of it solidified into place. There were differences compared to a normal Yautja. You hadn’t grown quiet as large; your body wasn’t able to grow that much. That’s what he could conclude with.

The color of your scales were beautiful in his eyes. He wasn’t expecting them to change. The noticeable scales had changed to an ivory color and speckles across your shoulders, back, forearms, and the outside of your thighs. The rest of it had turned towards a burgundy red that rivaled Ahtaal’s scales.

His fingers skimmed over the prominent ivory scales. Your napping form softly resting in the safety of your shared bed with Ahtaal. Said yautja purred in his throat and ran the back of his claw down your exposed arms. You may despise the change, not even looking yourself in the mirror, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Before, your soft features, plush curves. Just the fact you were the opposite of him both fascinated and weakened him.

Nothing had changed that same love deep in his heart.

Different looks didn’t shift the way he saw you from within. Actually, he felt like didn’t have to be as easy with you. The size and physical strength differences didn’t change his mindset. Ahtaal loved you.

A gentle hum escaped your throat as you shifted around at his touch. Ahtaal deepened his purr and stopped his hand over your hip. “You awake?” he teased and gave your hip a squeeze. You whimpered quietly and rolled over onto your stomach. But, your eyes never opened.

The fur blanket slipped of of your shoulders and exposed the upper portion of your back. Ahtaal’s eyes glistened in the low light. With a grunt, the burgundy Yautja heaved himself up to hover over your back. Your scent waft up into his senses and caused him to freeze on the spot.

Worry gripped his heart. Ahtaal leaned down and brushed his mandibles against the nape of your neck. The scent strong. He peeled the blanket off of your form.

There was nothing hiding the scent from his scenes.

His eyes snapped wide. He could feel his own body reacting and had to bite off a growl from erupting. One of the blankets that made up the bed was crushed underneath his claws. He couldn’t fight off the purring in his throat. Anything to call a female to him. To lure her to him.

You were in heat.

Ahtaal’s thoughts began to clutter with ideas, but the need to breed was constant. It itched, poked, and prodded at his mind. Ahtaal growled this time and backed away from you in a hurry. The last thing he would ever wanted to do to you was harm you. Or scare you if advanced on you.

Everything was hot. A feeling burned your skin. A high-pitch whine bullying its way out of your throat and into the tense air. You cracked open an eye then the other. Something within you clawed for the sight of Ahtaal. Confusion and fear washed over you in a fast, consuming wave. You whimpered and shakily got up on your hands and knees. Your eyes scanned the surrounding area to see a familiar figure beginning to retreat backwards.

One movement to crawl forward had a hiss surging into the air. Pain sprouted to life within your stomach. You curled up on your knees with one arm against your sweaty stomach.

What was happening? Words you wished to voice were pinned in your throat. What you did know was you wanted Ahtaal. He could solve this. He could help you fix this. He’ll take away the pain.

You fought against the pain and lifted up your to meet his dull orange eyes. Ahtaal felt pinned in the moment. All of his movements stopped once you looked directly at him. The pain evident in your teary eyes. They pleaded to him. For help. He marched back across the room and knelt down at your side. Instantly, you leaned on him for support but found something else that intrigued you. The touch against your skin sent an electric pulse to your core.

A keen sounded from you. Ahtaal’s eyes darkened, pupils beginning to expand. The scent of you etched into his scales. His fingers twitched then grabbed you. You find yourself on your back while gazing up at the dark red figure hovering over your pinned form. The furs underneath you soft compared to the male Yautjas actions. Ahtaal leaned down and scent at your neck. The sharp ends of his mandibles dragged across the column of your throat. The sweet sound that arose from you had the blankets on either of your head crushed in a power grip.

This position had either of your legs on his hips and curled behind his back. His own scent washed over you. Your own mandibles chittered against one another. A heady purr vibrating from deep within your throat.

“Aht-aal… What’s ha-ppening with me?” you were finally able to ask in a broken, husky voice. Your hands twitched at your sides. A need to flip the positions began to grow inside of your mind.

Your words seemed to snap him out of his darkening thoughts. Ahtaal was able to pull himself away from your tantalizing scent and find your worried eyes. The pupils were wide but he read between the walls. He cursed lowly to himself for his young blood actions.

“You are… in heat.” A brief pause to let the words sinkin. “You know my ruts? Where I only have the thought to breed you?” Days where he usually refused to let you see him. Again, he was not able to control himself those days. He will never hurt you in way that you don’t consent to. Even if that meant locking himself away for your protection.

Alarm flashed to life in your eyes. An uncomfortable feeling crawled up the length of your spine as sweat pooled between you and the fur blankets. Your mandibles clenched tightly together. “H-heat? I…” You were about to say humans don’t do that. But, this only proves further you are no longer your original species. Yet not fully Yautja either. Just a strange hybrid that appeared mainly Yautja. “Am I going to go mad? I feel like I am.”

The insistent need that gnawed at your stomach grew more and more.

When your hands moved towards Ahtaal, he snatched each of them up and pinned them above your head. You didn’t even see it happen before they were there. His eyes turned dark for a moment before easing up on the pressure.

Ahtaal shook his head. The dark tresses on his head swaying with the move. “No, you are not. It’s natural. All Yautjas do it. Yours is a bit early,” he answered and stroked his thumbs over your wrists. He watched when something passed over your face. A challenge flashing to life in your irises. It called upon his baser instincts.

Your muscles flexed. Immediately, Ahtaal forced more of his weight upon your pinned form. You released a growl from the depths of your chest. The male responded with his own and flared his upper mandibles.

With a newfound strength, you strained against his own strength. The male strategically maneuvered his weight to keep you pinned there. You can see in his gaze that he’s fighting with himself.

“I can help you through this. But… I cannot promise I won’t be kind or gentle. Your heat is causing my rut to quicken. You know how I can be,” he grounded out, hands tightening around your wrists. You knew what he was referring to.

The few past times you’ve seen him amidst a rut has only been at your control. He’s tied down with restraints he knows he cannot break. No matter how hard he tries. He will not let himself hurt you. This time… it was different. Not only were you changed physically, you had begun a heat cycle that had his blood burning in his veins.

There was little time to tie himself down. With the added scent of your heat, he would be lost to the throes. “Do you understand?”

Though, the heat took every rational thought out of your mind, you stopped for just a second. That one moment of reprieve. Until you were nodding rapidly. “I do.” Your back arches off of the bed. The air in the room turning a few degrees hotter. Not once did the pain retreat. “Please, it hurts, Ahtaal. Help me.” You needed help. You needed Ahtaal to save you.

The male lost you once to his foolishness. He will never make that mistake again.

Ahtaal snarled from the back of his throat. One hand took both of your wrists. The other tore at the clothing you wore. A hindrance to a male servicing his mate in heat. Everything was discarded around the bedroom in shreds. You tightened your legs around his waist and tried to throw him off balance to the side. But the male was prepared and widened his stance.

A glint shone in his gaze when he peered down at you. Your mandibles flared with a snarl. This position didn’t off much with him between the legs and your arms are pinned. Ahtaal leaned down and invaded your space. “You thought you could throw me off so easy, love?” he purred then scooped up the back of your knee and pinned it to your chest.

Now, you were effectively pinned and exposed to him.

Sharp mandibles grappled at the skin of your neck and drew blood. Teeth pierced your hide. You howled and arched your back. Ahtaal growled a possessive tone and clamped down harder to get his point across.

Red blood spilled when he released the crook of your neck. It stained his fangs and dripped back down onto your chest. “Mine.” Your leg slips out of his hold and back down to his waist. He shifts back into a straighter position, your hands free.

A hand wraps around your throat the moment you made a move to sit up. Your hands fly to his wrist and attempt to peel him off of you. But Ahtaal distracts you with a thumb dipping between the exposed folds of your core. The struggle wanes. You refocused again and tried to get him off of you again. His hand tightening to a painful point. He continues to tease at your already soaked folds and rubs circles around the three clits at the apex of your sex.

The stimulation throws you into a loop. The fight lost. You tensed up, brain flooded with the overwhelming pleasure. Three compared to one was completely different thrice the amount of pleasure you felt building in your stomach. Let alone your arousal being at an all time high.

Your heels dig into Ahtaal’s back and never wanted to let him go. Your mandibles went slack as the crest was already in sight.

Just by the way your form was reacting to a light touch, Ahtaal could see the way your muscles began to lock down. Behind him, your toes slowly curling. The male couldn’t help the smirk upon his features and pressed a little hard. A gasp tore at your throat. Both of your hands slammed down at your sides and snatched up what blankets they could.

Every thought was wiped from your brain. White started to blind your vision. Ahtaal didn’t change one thing and simply watched you fall. You writhed and mewled underneath him, furthering marking the bed with your scent. A smell he wanted to bathe in. All because it smelled like you. His mate that he was going to breed and knot and fill with his seed. He was going to take care of your heat while satisfying his own rut.

Before you even came down, his hands left and pulled at the loincloth. In the same manner as your own clothing, it was shredded and discarded somewhere. Ahtaal shifted on his knees. One hand rested on the lower portion of your stomach. The other gripped the hard length standing between his legs. He guided the pointed tip towards your dripping entrance.

You felt something prod at your core and pushed slightly in. The tail ends of your orgasm still fluttering your muscles. Ahtaal slid home and felt his hips meeting the apex of your thighs. His hands fist at the flesh of your hips, claws drawing red blood to the air.

When he hilted inside of you, for a moment, there was clarity. The fog lifting. Then, it slammed back down on you ten times harder.

Nothing needed to be said. Ahtaal read it. His dug into deeper into your hips and gripped tightly. His hips pulled back far enough for the tip to be the only thing resting inside of you. One powerful, sudden thrust bullied his thick cock back into you soak, soft walls. The feeling like a drug to him. Ahtaal snarled pounded hard into you, sending your body rocking up until he brought you back down.

Each thrust made an obscene noise. The wetness you produced was plenty enough to keep slide in and out smooth in motion.

Ahtaal was back in your neck, tongue laving at your moist skin. “Pauk, so tight. Squeezing me so good. Gonna breed you. Make you mine. Need to fill you up. Gonna knot you,” he rambled and sank further into the baser instincts that drove his every move. “Mine! Never felt this good.”

On the other hand, you were a mess underneath him. The different body made you feel everything more than usual. Every sense was alit with a fire that burned brighter than the sun. Your hands grappled at his back and drew blood to the surface.

Neon green blood smeared across his bare skin. He reveled in the pain and used it to his advantage. It forced him to quicken his speed with the same amount of force behind each thrust.

“Ahtaal! You-ah,” you tried to blabber something to him. Words you couldn’t even form inside of your head. A straight mess underneath his powerful, mighty hands. “I-I lo-“ a cry cut you off. The male had angled his hips up. His tip struck a spot that made stars appear in your vision. “Fuck! Coming!”

That’s the only warning you gave before your walls clamped down on his continuously moving form. Stars appeared behind your closed eyes. Despite him on you, you arch your back off of the messy bed. A strangled howl echoing back at you. Your claws firmly sat in his skin and refused to let him go until the ecstasy started to wane.

Your limb fell limp to the bed. Ahtaal didn’t stop. He continued to use your body for his own pleasure.

A possessive snarl ripped at his throat moments later. Teeth latched into the flesh on the other side of your neck. More red blood pooled out of the fresh marking. Ahtaal held on tightly. His hips snapped once more against yours before going flush. A pressure built just on the inside of your entrance. His cock throbbing inside of you and spilled his seed as deep as possible. It marked you from the inside out.

He leaned over your equally panting form, head slightly bowed. Finally. He had finally knotted you. The way you were so tight, constricting around him made him dizzy but feral all at the same time. The male forced himself to unstick his claws from your skin.

Red blood dripped down the blacks of his claws and onto your stomach. A palm was placed on top of the blood. Ahtaal slid that hand up between the small valley of your breasts and to rest around your neck. He had marked you with your own blood. But the wounds will leave lasting scars. Making you his. His mate.

Though, the second orgasm of the night. That heat boiled back to life. The flame reigniting. You meet his gaze and growled. “More,” you demanded.

At first, you tried to use your foot to push him back. Until you felt pain race through you. A ball of flesh locking you with Ahtaal. His knot. Not once did you think you would ever take it. The male didn’t want to hurt you. He had knotted you this time.

Ahtaal grasped the back of your knee of the offending leg and pushed it into your chest. “Stay,” he commanded and narrowed his dull orange eyes on you.

Half of you wanted to obey. The other part wanted you to take over control. Be the demanding female his species is known for. The feeling running deep in your blood.

The muscles of your jaw tensed up. “Need more,” you demanded and tried to twist your form to the side. Any way to rise up and take what you needed. That feeling in the pit of your stomach deepens, gnawing down at your insides. You needed more to quell this unbearable heat eating you up.

A dark red hand shot out and grabbed at your vulnerable throat. The male bellowed a warning. His eyes narrowed down on your lying form. “Do not move,” he snapped and tightened his hands. His touch on your throat had your muscles slowly relaxing, finally listening to his command.

When the moment came after an agonizing long time, Ahtaal tugged his hips back. The knot popped out with a gush of seed and dirtied the bed even more. You growled and arched off the bed, butt up. Ahtaal was quick to use his weight against you. Though stronger in this new form, you weren’t able to keep both of yourselves up. He was able to pin you back to the bed.

“Little vixen, fighting me,” he rumbled. His eyes were fiery with a need. Reflecting the same thing you felt. “But, I know what you need. All you have to be is patient. I’ll fill you.”

He didn’t move his hand from around your throat. The other released your leg and gripped the base of his cock again. The tip was lined up with your entrance once more. “I’ll take care of you, my mate.” Then, he entered you in single, brutal thrust.

Exhaustion and satisfaction filled your frame. A lazy, content grin painted your alien features. A low purr vibrated each of your chests. You nuzzled against his chest, panting him with your scent. Ahtaal was marked as yours. No one else could have him. You’d kill anyone who dared looked at him.

His hand petted down your back. “I didn’t even think you would have a heat, little mate.” Though, you had gone through plenty of changes with this new form, he hadn’t thought this would happen. But he had been proven wrong. “I’m not complaining though. You handled me well.”

That excited him the most.

Your purr deepened. “I told you… I could handle you.” For the most part. Both of you are thoroughly marked by teeth, claws, and cum. Ahtaal ensured you were worse of the two. Because it was the first he could lose control and not worry.

Ahtaal hummed and skimmed his sharp claws across your back. “That you did.” The exhaustion got the best of you and pulled down into a deep, peaceful sleep.

[youabandonedthem]

slick and crowbar's mental versions of reality if they were forced to lead each other's gangs - visual concepts

basic hypothesis: their mental states would progress in opposite directions. Slick at first would think of it as no big deal and that he can handle "a bunch of soddin retards," and would treat all of them similarly to the way he treats deuce, dispensing orders and hitting and hurting them as he feels necessary. however after a maximum of 3 weeks with a lack of access to sentient minds and as the repeated corporal punishments show diminishing returns he would begin to feel the ramifications of being surrounded by what he thinks of as 14 deuces. this would go along with the added stress of living in an environment that constitutes his personalised hell (clocks/frogs/green/snowman). the visceral disturbance within him gradually builds up and when someone taller than him tugs on his coat collar and asks him to tuck them in to bed his mind would snap. his violence against them despite being their leader would become gratuitous. when the solid colours use their abilities to prank him he would begin reacting disproportionately. he would be speedwalking through the halls holding his head and hallucinating slime while a felt member is following him begging for something to do. squeezing his eye closed saying "shut up shut up shut up" even when nobody is talking anymore. he would have broken most clocks in the mansion even the ones they try to replace but continues to hear them tick. unless the situation or environment changes he would continue to deteriorate.

meanwhile crowbar would be locked in psychological warfare with the crew who will never accept him as one of their own for biological and ideological reasons. The best metaphor for crowbar's usual environment compared to this new one is if he were a special needs summer camp counsellor now placed with 'troubled teens' who sit through him explaining various preplanned activities then stare at him with contempt and only do whatever they ideologically agree with doing. The first scene would involve this new arrangement sitting in the hideout around the table in silence and he tries to say one thing and smoke gets blown in his face. after a few seconds he starts saying something else and a low growling sound is heard and he shuts up completely. everyone would be conscious of the missing piece in the crew and the replacement that doesnt belong. everything he says would be scrutinised and he would feel the need to explain/justify most of his decisions especially to droog who he thinks of as intelligent and refined. (he fully buys into the image that droog sells). he does everything he can to rise up from the idiotic association of the felt even though he would defend his gang/species to the end of the earth if they were directly insulted. the only one who is nice to him (agreeing with all of his ideas, baking cookies in the shape of his face, consistently making a point of calling him "boss," etc) is clubs deuce which is so disconcerting compared to the treatment from the other two it leads him to believe deuce is the true mastermind in this situation, deliberately trying to earn his trust in order to weaken his defences. He would periodically go back and forth between this paranoia and phases where he is almost "fooled" by deuce's behaviour.

however after 6-12 months of this psychological warfare crowbar would eventually realise he has now adapted to the crew's individual ways and personalities. he ultimately learns how to act so that they will work with him even though he will never truly synergise or fully understand their ways of communication. and when he finally returns to the felt he'll somewhat MISS being with the crew but ultimately rejoin the gang he belongs to with a new outlook and wlil begin making more of an effort to encourage their independence and individual strengths. whereas slick would barely learn anything from this experience because it is pure mental torture for him. He would slither back up to his crew wordlessly and the only thing he would note is how much better it feels to be around them and little else. the scenario would serve no greater purpose either other than hypothetical psychological experimentation that only lats the duration it takes for them to both reach a plateau of torment

[cloudraker]

heyo! I saw ur post and wanted to ask for tfp decepticons with a winged! S/o

preferably with megatron, soundwave or shockwave and knockout! Like how they would react and act around them, or like how they would use reader to their advantage? (Not in a bad way)

Reader has a long wingspan (18 ft) and is bigger than a normal human? Like smaller than Arcee but bigger than average.

Please tell me if that’s too much for you! And ty! <3 stay safe

Ofc!! And no worries, it's not too much at all :) Thank you sm for requesting <3

TFP Megatron, Soundwave, Shockwave, and Knock Out with a Winged S/o

Under the cut :)

Megatron

Honestly probably doesn't even notice you're any different at first until you start zipping around

I would say that of the four he's the one that cares the least

That isn't to say he doesn't care at all, far from it! He's got more than a handful of schemes, plots, ploys, etc ready to use when the need should arise

Depending on how you fly and such, he might take your movements into consideration when it comes to his own flight or when training troops. The information gets passed on to Starscream for the latter, but he's still aware of it

He doesn't expect you to be able to keep up with him when he's flying, but he will commend the effort

He does expect your wings to be in peak condition; they're one of your defining features and something that he see as putting you above the rest of your species

If you're at all self conscious about your wings, he scoffs and tells you to take pride in what sets you apart. It's not great advice, but it's something

Soundwave

Enjoys running his fingers through your feathers if you'll let him

Despite being in a relationship, he's still got a job to do. If you're up for it, he'll ask you to do recon or survey areas that need to be scouted in a more subtle way

He's not above using your humanity for the benefit of the Decepticons, but he wouldn't knowingly put you in harms way

Of the four, he's got the easiest time helping you groom your wings due to how thin his digits are

He draws comparisons between you and Laserbeak at times, though he does keep those thoughts to himself

Shockwave

Dude has got plans and ploys in place to test things and ideas

At times it might feel like you're more an experiment than a partner

He's always more than happy to run tests on how far you can fly and how fast, how much weight you can carry and for how long/far

He's also rather interested in your biology, pulling up diagrams of a typical human body and comparing it to yours, trying to figure out why you're different

It might be hard to notice, but he's more careful when it comes to tests. It's one of the few ways he has to show he does actually care about you, and doesn't want to see you hurt if it can be avoided

If there's something you want to train towards physically, you can count on him to come up with the most optimal training program possible

He finds it helpful to have you in the lab and having you zip around and collecting tools for him so he doesn't have to step away from his work

He understands the concept of keeping muscles strong, and makes sure you exercise enough if you're keeping him company in the lab

Knock Out

Dude makes sure you know how pretty your wings are

Makes sure you've got every product you'd ever need to keep them in top condition. Don't ask where he got them from tho

Schedules regular sessions where the two of you just preen and gossip

Also finds it super helpful that you can just fly up and reach the spots he can't and buff them out for him

Absolutely admires the strength you have in your wings. The idea that you have to actually flap them and have enough strength to get yourself off the ground is foreign to him as it's super different for Cybertronians

Not a fan of molting tbh. There's feathers everywhere and guh they're everywhere

Will still (reluctantly) help you deal with it tho

Knock Out makes sure you know he thinks that your wings make you much cooler than other people, and is not above making fun of the Autobots for having 'inferior' humans on their side

[mikuni14]

4 Minutes - Ep 4

This ep featured some of my favorite tropes: when two lovers share a secret that requires them to choose between their loved one and a cause, family, work, etc., when one of them decides to side with and protect their beloved, even if it means opposing and endangering their own family. And also that, besides Great choosing to side with Tyme and the kidnapped girl against his own family, Tyme himslef also doesn't waver in his conviction about what's right like Tan, even if it could cost him Great.

I just like this kind of stuff. I think it's neat 💖 The only thing I miss is the development of these scenes, more of them.

Unfortunately, this is not possible for one reason, namely that we are probably watching it all from the perspective of the dying Great, so there are no extended scenes, "fillers", there is no conversation between Great and Tyme about what actually happened, who Nan is, what is going on, what happened to Tyme's parents and what's the deal with Great's family business.

I apologize to WinTonklaKorn fans, but I can't convince myself to invest my interest and emotions in them. Especially now, because messy love triangles ALWAYS turn me off. There is also a lot of focus on the physical element of these relationships, and I find myself turning my head away when that happens (and as a fujoshi I should watch it like a National Geographic cameraman spying on two endangered species having sex like 👀), and generally drifting away. This plot could have been interesting, with elements of toxicity, crime, mourning, ambiguity, but it looks like it might want to, but it comes out more and more like a cheap romance with unnecessarily emphasized pornographic elements. Again - sorry to the fans of this thread and this couple 🙇‍♀️, but that's how I see it. Tonkla's brother was murdered, and he's constantly shown in a sexual context, in relation to other guys who are into him, instead of in the family/ sibling context of someone who lost his brother in terrible circumstances like Tan.

The only interesting scene was how Great's changed "reality" affects Tonkla's reality. The moment when he hears his dead brother's voice was very moving. I won't hide the fact that I would rather see more of this Tonkla. I would rather see him follow Tan's path from DFF in a sibling context, than entangle him in love triangles. I would like to see him as someone who doesn't lose sight of the goal and isn't distracted by the pussies around him like Phee. Unless Tonkla has some plan for Win and Korn 🤔 but I doubt it atm.

Of course I must mention the love scene between Great and Tyme, and I assure you, I did NOT turn my head here 🤩 I have no complaints, Bible and Jes are super comfortable together, they kiss beautifully and their physical contact has a nice flow, is smooth and natural (has Jes ever acted in a BL production?). You can also see in this scene the feelings that Great and Tyme have for each other. And I love how Great is vulnerable and open to Tyme in this scene (as in every other scene).

I like how Tyme starts with "innocent" kisses, giving Great time to react and even say no. I like how Great is just as eager as Tyme, which he shows with his whole body (as a huge fan of equality in relationships, I pay close attention to whether the series shows that both MLs are equally emotionally involved AND want each other). I love the moments when they smile at each other, when they laugh, when in addition to obvious desire they also have FUN, gosh, it's so 💯✨👌

Bible's tattooed thigh will forever be burned into my brain.

Oh and this?

This is it people! This is what it's all about, this is the quintessence of them and a good BL series. This showing of every aspect of a love relationship, this joy and pure fun, these smiles, these tattooed thighs, this beauty. Just.. wow. Wow!

(this is the second version of the post, the first one didn't appear at all, probably because of the full screenshots and Bible's thigh area lol hence the second attempt with cropped photos. EDIT, the previous version was flagged! 🥳 This is my first flagged post in my life, what a special day, I think I'll get drunk in honor of it)

[dragons-and-magic]

More question time, lol!

Other than James, is there any other hybrid dragons?

How do dragons react to lemon? (LOL)

What’s Emily’s origin?

Other than villain dragons and humans, are there anymore rivals or villains they face against like wolves?

Is Henry gentle to the forest animals and acts like a Father Nature type?

Is there any dragons that loves the beach or the coastal region?

OH MY GOSH. I'M ABOUT TO DROP SO MUCH LORE. THIS WAS MY EXACT REACTION WHILE MAKING THIS.👇 I AM UNHINGED. :D

Anyone reading this, you're gonna want to pull up a seat! This is gonna be long! Lol!

Other than James, is there any other hybrid dragons?: I would say yes. But they are very far and few between. At first. Let me explain a few things! So, in the golden days of dragons, there were many species. And they were all sorted into different classes. Titan, Standard, Dwarf, and Fey. (And there's Leviathan Class, but it's too big to show here.) In addition, they are subclasses like Seadragons, Serpents, Wyverns, Drakes, (Normal) Dragons, Fey Dragons, and Longs (Eastern Dragons). They sometimes also are sorted if they had any kind of magical abilities. And each of these would almost always mate only within their own species.

But then something happened. Humans got even smarter and started using tougher and more deadly weapons. Slowly dragon numbers began to dwindle and dragons began to migrate out of their usual habitats and into other species. These dragons started to find mates from other species in the areas they wandered to. Sometimes it was simply a matter of their species just dying out. Or the smaller territories crossing over. Either way, Hybrids were the results. They weren't super common at first. But by the time this AU's version of Journey Beyond Sodor comes around, they're WAY more common. In fact, Hurricane is a cross between a Titan Class (Gordon's Class) and a Standard Class (Thomas's Class)! EDIT: I forgot to mention! For this same reason, clans made up of multiple species also started to occur. Before, Dragon Clans were usually made up of only one species. But after families got separated and almost whole species killed off by humans, dragons began to bond with others outside their kind. Found family baby! :D

2. How do dragons react to lemon?: Weeeeeeeell...

That's a definite NOPE from Thomas.🤣 Yeah, I don't like they would like them much. Lol!

3. What’s Emily’s origin?: Okay, so here's the thing. She is literally NESSIE. Aka The Loch Ness Monster!

Well, she's what started the legend anyway. Albeit accidental. Lol. Here's the story. Emily is chilling in her Loch one day, minding her own business. She had just gotten up, so she isn't really paying attention to her surroundings. A camera flashes. Emily freezes and looks toward the shore. Two very nervous photographers are standing there. She panics and dives back down! But, she's a bit too late. Because, blurry as it is, that photo is enough to start a whole monster hunting craze. Suddenly the Loch is swimming with boats and flashing cameras, and Emily's whole clan has to relocate! And that's how she ended up on Sodor.😂

4. Other than villain dragons and humans, are there anymore rivals or villains they face against like wolves?: Do ghosts count? Sailor John is a pirate ghost in this story! But he disguises himself as a normal hooman. He has to find his old treasure chest, so he can become mortal again and rain terror across the seas again! Also, there's a few dangerous monsters and such. Trolls, Rock Monsters, Sand Worms, etc. (Beresford the crane is a bridge troll in this!) Sodor is actually part of an archipelago called The Golden Isles. So there's plenty of habitats for monsters to dwell. As for wolves, that's not such a bad idea! Perhaps something like Wargs could exist. They're the giant evil wolves from Lord Of The Rings. Something like that maybe.

5. Is Henry gentle to the forest animals and acts like a Father Nature type?: Absolutely! He loves the animals! And knows a lot about them! Because he's closer to animals than the others, he doesn't like to partake in hunting. And he has a more vegetarian diet.

Of course, most dragons are predators, and need food to survive. And of course, if there was too many prey animals, the ecosystem would be unbalanced. So there has been a compromise made. Any animal located within fifty feet of Henry's den, (Located under the Wishing Tree!) is safe from hunting. Also, one more cool fact about him is he has plant magic! He can grow plants, and has something called Root Connection. He can basically telepathically sync up with the trees communication signals and find out what's going on anywhere in the forest! His horns and eyes get all glowy and everything!

6. Is there any dragons that loves the beach or the coastal region?: Definitely! There's three whole clans that live by the beach! Salty's clan is on the Southern Coast of the island. And you know Salty loves the ocean! His clan is made up of himself, Porter, Cranky, and eventually Big Mickey and Carly. Cranky is a big Leviathan Class Seadragon as you can see. Porter and Salty can ride him.

And then there's Belle's Clan! (This AU's version of the Sodor search and rescue team!) They live on the northern coast and watch out for incoming dragons and ships! They're like the watch men of the island! They live on a sea mount called The Roost! Her clan is made up of Flynn, Harold, Captain, Butch, and Rocky. Don't have designs for them yet. Sorry.😅 (Flynn x Belle is thing in this too!)

And then lastly, we have Duck's clan. And while they live more inland than the others, they are still located on the northern coast! Duck's clan has Donald, Douglas, Oliver, Skiff, Daisy, and Ryan!

I don't have concepts for everyone yet. But here's Ryan, Daisy, and Duck's prototype designs! (Oh, and Ryan x Daisy is a thing in this!❤️)

And that's everything! For now.😉

Thanks for sending in so many questions! I had a ton of fun making this!

[masterjedilenawrites]

this is lowkey my first time requesting something and i’m a lil nervous, so i’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense or something!!!

so, essentially, i have an original species i’ve kinda come up with, who (usually) hide their faces behind these really ornate masks, and only really ever show their actual face as an act of like,,, really, really, uber deep intimacy with another person/people who are very important to them.

i was wondering how the boys, bad batch, delta, along with howzer and gregor would react to their s/o taking their mask off and showing them their actual face for the first time? (also if that’s like, too many characters feel free to take out whoever you want!)

thank you!!!

Don't be nervous! Sorry it's taken me a while to get to this one. Your species sounds very interesting! Kinda reminds me of the Death Watch Mandalorians in a way, too. Idk all their rules about removing the helmet when it comes to intimate partners, so I'll use mask/helmet interchangeably for whichever scenario people want to envision.

Rex, Tup, and Howzer get very emotional. It's like seeing a bride come down the aisle for the first time. They'll have a hand over their mouth as they reverently take in their partner's face, trying to commit whatever details they can see through their tears to memory. Then it's gentle touches and embraces from there.

Hunter, Gregor, and Boss are surprised if/when this moment comes. They can't fathom why they should be so worthy. As they realize what their partner's about to do, they'll stop the movement and insist they think about it. After reassurance from their partner this is what they want to do, they'll relax and enjoy the moment.

Jesse, Kix, and Tech would have asked early on in the relationship what the boundaries are, so they know what to expect. They'd be lying if they said seeing their partner's face wasn't important to them. So they'll want assurances up front that it's possible, and then they'll be 100% committed to the relationship. 

Dogma, Fixer, and Crosshair act nonchalant on the outside, but deep down are freaking the fuck out. Does this mean what they think it means? Are they really that trusted, that loved by this person? Impossible. They can't even register the details of their partner's face right away because they're too busy trying to control their emotions.

Cody, Echo, and Sev will allow the moment to happen on their S/O's time. If they're nervous or self-conscious when the moment comes, they'll be quick to rush in with compliments. If they can't bear to have the mask off for too long, they'll help secure it back. They love their S/O no matter what they look like.

Fox, Fives, and Scorch will be so freaking excited for that moment. They'll want to make the moment really special, like put up decorations and bake a cake kind of special. If their partner tries to take off their helmet randomly without warning, they'll push it back on and insist they put a date on the calendar first.

Wolffe, Hardcase, and Wrecker are tempted to reach out and touch their partner's bare face. They hesitate a few inches away, wondering if it's too much for their partner too soon. With encouragement, they'll hold their cheeks, stroke, and eventually start to kiss. They will never grow tired of seeing such a beautiful face.

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[merakiui]

one thing to note about the tweels that i really like is how floyd=🦈 jade=🐬. sharks are usually depicted as these monstrous creatures whereas we see dolphins in a kinder light but its quite the opposite, as far as my memory serves me. especially their teeth too! jades are small sharp, floyds are big sharp. ok now as im writing this it kinda feels like ive already sent something similar..

Putting the reply under the cut because it became long again. ^^;;;

Yes!! Jade looks and acts harmless, but he can be quite dangerous when he needs to be. It's like that advice they tell you when you encounter wild animals: appreciate from afar, but don't interfere or tread too deep into their territory. You could apply this warning to Jade because he's the one you should be most wary of out of the trio.

Floyd might seem like the walking red flag because he boasts his dangers carelessly (he even explained his unique magic in book three, which (if I remember correctly) Jade had been a little displeased with his willingness to reveal his tricks so simply). And Azul is so obviously too good to be true, so it can be easy to consider his and Floyd’s red flags (at least the ones you can see on the surface). But Jade doesn’t have any surface-level red flags. He really just seems like a boring, normal, bland guy who just happens to be Floyd’s twin. He isn’t as memorable as Floyd or Azul because he doesn’t immediately do anything that would stick in your mind.

When comparing the teeth, Jade's are thinner and more needle-like, whereas Floyd's are larger and chunkier (definitely more shark-like). Jade's teeth kind of remind me of a lamprey (more so just the small size and needle-like appearance/sharpness) while Floyd's definitely feel like a shark's teeth.

Here are some images of Jade's teeth (the Halloween card has most notable teeth shape):

And here are some images of Floyd's teeth:

The slight difference in teeth size/shape is interesting because it suits Jade and Floyd’s characters! Small teeth are easy to hide in smiles but also just as easy to tease, which is probably why Jade doesn’t fully smile as often as Floyd does. You only see him truly grin (showing his teeth) when he’s being malicious, threatening, or scheming. Then you’ll know he’s a danger. He also tends to do these little close-lipped smiles, which he then shields with his hand (usually he does it when he chuckles and he brings his hand up to his mouth as well). It’s interesting to consider because Jade doesn’t want you to know he’s menacing until you’ve fallen into his trap, and only then will he reveal the multiple dangers in his mouth.

Big teeth are a little more difficult to keep hidden, even with the smallest of smiles, but Floyd also likes to smile a lot and showcase his teeth (much like how he openly threatens to choke out students if they get on his nerves/break contract/etc). Floyd reacts swift and violently; he’s very verbal about the things he wants to do and he’ll act upon his whims right at that moment. Jade keeps his desires hidden and he builds up to it, much like how one would take steps towards well-kindled revenge. Floyd is like lightning that touches down very quickly and is over just like that. Jade is the conflagration that picks up from a tiny spark and grows in size over the course of time. It’s a build-up that’s slow at first, but becomes quick once the climax is reached and you’ll be too busy reeling with horror and the fight or flight response to look back on just how long Jade has waited and watched and planned, letting every piece fall into place.

He’s kind of like an invasive species, in a way, or ivy that takes over an abandoned house in the forest. It starts small (a single seed or one invasive pest) and it will soon multiply if not immediately dealt with. You won’t know you’ve caught Jade’s eye until it’s too late. Until you’re trapped under layers of twining ivy. Until he’s forced his way into your life and has dug poisonous roots into all of your relationships, snuffing sunlight and nutrients.

You can deal with Floyd’s dangers because they’re quick like an injection. But if you want to work out the tricks and traps Jade patiently plans, you’ll need to play sleuth. Unfortunately, that’s quite difficult because Jade will only allow you to see the things he wants you to see. He’s good at hiding things, and he’s a very patient man. Floyd can be scary with his threatening expressions, but a man who can smile even when rage boils beneath that pleasant countenance is far scarier. Floyd will tell you of all the ways he can skin you just to see you squirm. Jade will sit back and picture each way, and you won’t have a clue—certainly not when he smiles so kindly at you.

[captainharknxss]

[A lot of what drew me to Jack as a character is his very interesting personal relationship with queerness. 

He's from the 51st century and not from Earth. We don't know a ton about his upbringing, but everything he's said about 21st century Earth being behind the times implies that he grew up in a culture that didn't have the same hang ups about queerness, casual sex, and sex with consenting alien species’ that 2000’s Earth has. 

I don't think the culture he grew up in ever tried to make him feel ashamed or othered due to his sexuality and that's had a massive impact on him. He didn't become the person he is despite having grown up being told it was perverse/etc. He lived his whole life as the person he is, and then as an adult found out that in other places people are going to treat him poorly because of it. 

He doesn't have any sort of feeling of guilt over it, he just gets extremely fucking irritated when he's faced with this reality. He's bitter about the way people in the past act. It's stupid and closed minded and doesn't make any sense and don't they have something better to worry about? 

When he started visiting the past, it was culture shock. Especially when men that he could damn well tell were gay would react violently to him hitting on them. The concept of being in the closet and internalized homophobia was totally foreign to him until he saw it with his own eyes. It's been a lot for him to navigate over the years, and he likes to think he's got it down to an art form at this point. 

He's learned to be tactful; to make passes at men in private where he won't be outing them, to brace himself for backlash when he openly mentions his own sexuality in less forgiving times. He's not surprised by homophobia anymore, but it pisses him off more than anything else. 

He gets mad at people being homophobic, but more than anything he gets mad at the circumstances. He's seen the amazing things that humans are capable of- but he keeps getting stuck in awful situations because back in the 21st century there's still a good handful of them that act like cavemen afraid of fire. It's ridiculous to him; it would be laughable if it wasn't so damn frustrating and sad, like getting beat up for wearing a blue shirt when you didn't get the memo that it was green shirt day. He'll never quite get why 21st century humans make such a big deal of it. 

I have mixed opinions on season 4 of Torchwood, but one thing I do really like about it is how they continually touch on this topic. There's flashbacks from Jack's past of him dating a man named Angelo in the 1920’s. This mostly all happens in one episode so we don't get a lot of it, but one thing that the writers felt was important to show was them fighting about Angelo's internalized homophobia. Angelo would pray for forgiveness every night after they had sex and Jack is shown snapping at him for it and telling him to stop acting like he's ashamed of Jack. Ultimately, Angelo ends up telling others about Jack's immortality- he's branded as the devil and tortured, and he knows Angelo's internalized homophobia played a role in his decision to betray him. At one point it's suggested that Jack luring Angelo into sinful behaviors is more proof that he's the devil. 

There's also ongoing bickering in season 4 between Jack and Rex. Rex is constantly making comments about Jack being queer, and Jack bites back every time. It's childish to him that Rex keeps bringing it up as though the fact that Jack is queer is going to suddenly make for a funny joke if he says it enough. It doesn't seem to really hurt him at all, he's just like “yes, I am queer, what point are you trying to make, because I don't really have the patience for it right now?”]

[ncardaesthetics]

Shinonome Trivia

All info is pulled directly from the Shinonome idols side stories, home screen dialogue, etc. Not really trivia but more of a collection of little fun facts, hopefully it’ll be helpful to anyone who wants to write fanfiction or make art of the Shinonome idols! Sorted alphabetically by last name, things related to relationships between the idols are at the end!

Note: Some card stories are still missing! This post will be updated if/when I find these.

Christina:

She comes from Trento, Italy.

She prefers to be called Chris.

She appears to be Christian/Catholic, ex. "May the blessing of God reach everyone"

Her hobby is cats cradle.

She mentions having panicked on stage before.

She refers to the sun as "Mr. Sun"

She took up sewing because she wanted to help make outfits.

She writes lyrics for the group sometimes.

Uses "-san" for her friends.

Kasane Hasekura

Her hobby is cosplaying.

She's very proficient at sewing, and often makes her own clothes.

She likes cotton candy.

Kasane made all the costumes herself at first, but learned to let the others help her over time.

She often forgets what she wants to talk about, and has decided to start writing down the conversation topics she thinks of throughout the day.

Kasane insists on taking measurements for the others.

Uses "-chan" for her friends.

Rika Kamiya

She became an idol in order to research how a single stage can move the hearts of so many people.

Refers to others as her "test subjects" sometimes.

She isn't easily scared, as she claims that if you have knowledge, you won't be afraid of many things.

She is very knowledgeable about nature and plant species.

She would like to meet "all the school idols" someday, as she believes all the school idols meeting would result in an amazing chemical reaction.

She doesn't seem very flattered by compliments on her appearance, and instead takes the opportunity to begin researching what exactly "cute" is and how it moves others.

She seems insecure about her performances, saying she knows they're "boring".

She also seems interested in neuroscience, as she's investigating how the brain reacts to performances.

She uses "-kun" for her friends, or at least Kasane.

Mizuki Kikkawa

She enjoys basketball, and wants to participate in the inter-high school tournament.

She decided to become a school idol because she thought it would help her improve in basketball as well, although she realizes this has nothing to do with the sport after joining.

She hates giving up, which is part of why she stuck with being a school idol.

Another game she enjoys is shadow tag.

She gets nervous performing in front of children, or at least when she's acting in a play.

There's another girls' basketball player she's been admiring and watching for years.

She really likes millet dumplings.

People often misread/mispronounce "Kikkawa"

Mizuki doesn't use any honorifics for her friends.

Haruka Konoe

She's her class representative.

At first, she thinks that everyone in the idol club is weird, and states that she has to "fix this".

Haruka is very bad at cooking.

All of Haruka's classmates come to watch her performances.

She uses "-chan" for her friends.

Kanata Konoe

She only became a school idol to help her sister out.

She's a member of the health committee, but she spends most of her time sleeping in the nurse's office.

She's very attached to her pillow, and says nobody else is allowed to use it.

She tries her best because she doesn't want to mess up and make her sister sad.

She brings her pajamas to school.

She's good at cooking, and claims it's the only thing she's good at.

She refers to the infirmary as "the school's paradise."

She refers to her friends with "-chan"

Yuri Mido

She doesn't like frilly/fluttery outfits, and refuses to believe she looks good in them.

It seems like she became an idol because of Coco, and refers to idol club as "weird" at first.

While she had no interest in idols at first, she liked creating her own music and performing with the club.

She seems to like rock music, and thinks it's cool.

She plays guitar, and is apparently really good at it.

She hates being told what to do.

She doesn't think she's cute, and doesn't like being called cute.

She says she doesn't really have likes or dislikes.

Yuri doesn't use any honorifics for her friends.

Coco Miyashita

Her hobby is volunteering.

She became a school idol because she wanted to be of use to more people.

She's a bit embarrassed of her performances at first.

She does a lot of volunteering because she wants to make people happy.

One of the places she volunteers at is a nursing home.

She often goes "hawawa~"

She returns money when she finds it on the ground.

She refers to her friends with "-chan".

Sana Yuki

Her hobby is listed as "none in particular"

She claims that she didn't really want to be a school idol, but she joined because the club wanted her to so badly. She seems to try her best out of spite, at least in the beginning.

She seems to dislike it when others goof off, and claims that she's extremely busy.

She refuses to wear a clown outfit at first, and insist they should be wearing more elegant outfits, but eventually gives in and does her best to wear it properly.

While practicing juggling for the aforementioned outfit, she gets frustrated and throws the balls at the wall, only to have them bounce back and hit her in the face.

She plays tennis as well.

She has a hard time expressing herself, especially when it comes to gratitude, and says that singing helps her say the words she can't usually bring herself to.

She gets embarrassed when she's called cute unexpectedly.

She insists she's amazing at tennis, though when she tries to demonstrate, she accidentally "hits a home run" instead.

She's trying to learn how to sew, but is having a hard time.

She doesn't use any honorifics for her friends.

Relationships:

Christina taught Haruka and Kasane to play cats cradle.

Christina states that Haruka and Kanata treat her well, which makes her want to visit the infirmary more.

Christina volunteered at a community center with Coco.

Kasane has met Koyuki and Himeno, and calls them cute.

Kasane and Mutsuki are the only people that Rika has mentioned, with Kasane being the only one mentioned by name.

Mizuki gets the other girls to play basketball with her during their idol practice breaks.

Mizuki thinks that Yuri is amazing at playing guitar.

Mizuki says that the other girls in her club give her a fuzzy feeling, and she wants to protect them.

According to Mizuki, Coco and Yuri are always together.

Haruka is always cleaning up after Kanata, and says she "has no appeal as a girl". Despite her annoyance with her sometimes, they are very close and have a good relationship.

Haruka and Kanata sometimes wear matching outfits, which makes Haruka extremely happy.

Coco helped Haruka make chocolate for Kanata.

Rika and Kanata get along well, according to Haruka.

Kanata says that Haruka gets angry with her a lot, and wants her to be nicer to her, though this is likely only said because Haruka wakes her up often.

Kanata's pajamas were made by Haruka and Kasane.

Haruka helps Kanata study.

Yuri thinks that Coco is tricking her when she says she looks good in her idol outfits.

Coco and Yuri practice together.

Yuri is somewhat annoyed that Coco prioritized a teacher over her, but knowing that Coco is likely upset about breaking her promise to Yuri, she goes to help her.

Coco was, in fact, very upset about the possibility of not being able to practice with Yuri.

Yuri and Coco go shopping together.

Coco thinks Yuri is both cool and cute, and seems to admire her a lot.

Yuri, Coco, and Kasane make outfits together.

After hearing that Yuri got a love letter in her locker, Coco decides to put one in her locker as well.

Christina and Coco study up on Japan together.

Sana claims she can see right through Rika's insistence that she's simply researching school idols.

Mizuki gets flustered while Kasane is measuring her.

Kanata has prayed with Christina before, but fell asleep.

Yuri buys Coco ice cream for doing a good deed.

Rika met Mutsuki at the beach.

[chillysaint]

how do the rebirth, and revive survivors tend to react to eachother?, and can he be reborn as an iterator if 5pebbles annihilates him

How the rebirthed and the revived Survivor reacts I could imagine it just depends on what species killed it. If the death was caused by a lizard, vulture, pole plant, etc that's naturally violent to the slugcat already the rebirthed hybrid of survivor will just act violently as that species If it was like a scavenger then maybe it would be neutral til threatened or given peace... as for the iterator part, I'm not so sure, I know that Five Pebbles usually just throws Survivor out from his chamber once he kills you, but I honestly can't decide if that rebirthed Survivor will just become apart of Five Pebbles (The area not the puppet itself) such as the neurons or whatever... but a Survivor Five Pebbles (puppet) hybrid does sound like a weird alternative to be honest

[imaginary-wanderer]

I wish there were more room in human life to learn about the animals that share our human life for centuries, for millennia!

I often read the comments under videos where a cat is showing what is perceived like an unnecessary aggressive behavior when in fact, the cat is acting very much like a cat, and even more than that, the cat is acting like a cat among humans he cares about. And people comment how they hate cats, how the person in the video should have done something, how cats suck (and of course how dogs are perfect). More after the cut as it's a long rant because people are the worst, once again.

The video in question today was of a guy petting a golden retriever on a couch but the dog felt a bit sassy and wanted to play in return. To do that, it moved a bit fast, showing its teeth playfully, as any balanced dog would do. But there was a cat on the couch too, and cats react very differently to various situations. The cat saw the dog move quickly and with a bit too much attitude towards the human and proceeded to "soft slap" the dog, the kind of big slap but without the claws just to say "now you calm down". The dog didn't expect this (it was all for fun for the dog) so there was a moment of confusion and staring but no aggressive behavior, no fighting (you could also tell the dog and the cat know each other well).

Both animals acted perfectly according to their nature. It was a perfectly normal situation with two otherwise calm animals that, in fact, live together. Cats won't let you get away with an attitude. They're disciplined animal (according to their standards lol), they have their own codes. They're cats. Dogs will be a lot messier in their behavior compared to cats, they will be noisy, run around, fidget, etc. Most adult cats don't tolerate that, though many do when they know they're safe. It means unpredictable behavior, it means aggression in disguise, it means they don't control the situation. So they "correct" behaviors like these. That's all, it's not "cats being jerks". It's cats being cats.

The amount of comments from people saying they HATE cats, dogs accounts saying they hate cats, etc, was staggering. How can we be so disconnected from species we've been sharing our lives with for so long? How are dog behavior or cat behavior so unknown after centuries and centuries of living under the same roof, of working together, of loving each other?

And after that I scroll and a few videos later i see a playful kitten with burned ears (looking rather healthy as it's been rescued and taken care of) because it was found in a burn pile. WHY?!

I know I'm "biased" as I've always been a nature lover, animals always had a big place in my life which means learning about them has always been part of my life too, just like I learned about human behavior. It's all the same to me, we all live together, we need to learn how to live together, how to communicate, work around our differences and learn to live with them. But it shouldn't be so hard to just accept an animal's nature, and not just an animal, cats have been with us for so long...

[redd956]

Characters & Culture

What I wish I would see more of in the world of writing, animating, etc is the exploration of culture in characters

Especially since it can easily be user to extend and elaborate on one's personality (not decide one)

Most of the time with I see culture act as a huge part of a character or see intercultural interactions is in high fantasy stories where it is mainly used as a species culture

Which is cool and all but culture can be brought up in many other ways and be used to explores characters such as....

How does a characters religious beliefs affect their decision making and perhaps position in the story

Showing how two characters of the same species or from the same country differ culturally

If a character is in a foreign space culturally show how they react to it. If it's a group how do they each react differently

Characters can be struggling to adapt or work with certain cultures

Take the dangerous route of having bigoted characters

Show characters taking part in foreign rituals and learning how to love and experience another culture

Have characters showing off their culture to each other

Give characters sayings that the others don't understand

Show how characters respond when their culture is challenged or talked badly upon

Have characters teach pieces of their culture to others

And remember culture isn't simple. In fact everyone has more than one culture; racial, national, religions, socioeconomic, and many many many more

[mollish-art]

hehe hello again, i have tiny question. so im currently working on a little story abt elves and dragons and the more i work on plots it just goes all over and i just wanna know how you can pace a story with mixed species and a rather large amount of world building, and also how to have proper transitions to different character povs as i have 3 main povs that i wanna try 2 being elves and 1 being a dragons. :)

That's a really cool story concept you have there! I've actually been developing my own fantasy universe for the past 7-ish years called "Draka Imperium", which is all centered around dragons and such.

Funnily enough, I've been struggling with the exact same problems that you have laid out here (complex worldbuilding, story pacing, multiple character POVs, etc), and I've been wrestling for the past few years with rewrites in order to make things work the way that I want.

One of my friends who is a published author (Fennah - you may recognize his youtube animations or his book, Amygdala), gave me some really good advice recently about writing in general, and it's given me some direction to help with my own rewrites. One of the things that stuck with me the most was about letting your characters speak for themselves. Don't try to put your own words or ideologies into the mouths of your characters - let them live and breathe in the world that you've created!

As for my own personal advice, at least when it comes to POV alternating, I'll let you know what I did with Unperson, as I am alternating between 2 POVs for that story. I planned out (roughly) what story beats I wanted to hit for each chapter and made notes for each POV in a different color - this just helped with organizing. But what helped the most with writing was to keep the environmental/story beats in mind from my outline, but to simply allow the characters to react to them. I never had dialogue pre-composed before I started writing; all of my chapters so far have mostly been written like a stream of consciousness. I merely led the characters to interact with certain things in their environments, and then wrote their dialogue and mannerisms as if I were an actor and improvising their lines/movements without making them stick to the 'script', if that makes any sense. In other words, in the process of writing a scene, if it felt more natural for the character to react in a different way than I had originally planned it in my head, I would simply allow the character to act in that way rather than trying to shoehorn them into a box that I had created for them.

Idk if that makes any sense, but I hope it helps somewhat!

[loyal-logik]

⚠, 🏨, εїз

RANDOM HEADCANON MEME!

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

Shockwave is very calm and collected in the face of danger. He is very aware of his strengths and his weaknesses. Others seem to underestimate Shockwave's abilities in battle, which he finds beneficial, because he catches them unawares, but he's one of the few canon mechs who have actually bested Megatron--he just chooses NOT to. And that says a lot about him, I think.

Generally speaking, he will calculate the risks and dangers of the situation and approach accordingly. He is, at times, clinically cold in times of danger, but really... why get worked up? Getting worked up would only mean putting himself at risk. Better to simply weigh the possibilities and act in the best way possible. No point in wasting energon or being so stressed out that he makes critical errors.

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

Well enough. He doesn't require as much stasis as most, so he is often up in the early hours of morning, already working. Stasis is for the weak, he tells himself (and others who bother him and question lol). There is too much work to be done, and at times, he will fall asleep in his lab. It's protected and he feels safe in there, so he's not worried about being attacked in there :) It's not that Shockwave CAN'T sleep, he can, and he sleeps exceptionally deep (dead to the world) when he does sleep, which means his sleeps are quick, almost power naps at times, and he feels perfectly fine after them.

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

Shockwave is obsessed with them! If there is a certain mind and community, family group and overall species behaviour that he finds fascinating, it is that of most insects. Hive minds fascinate him, and he loves watching as the workers provide and care for their Queens. He just LOVES the whole idea of watching these others serve and protect and put their entire lives on the line for their colony. It's something, I think, that Shockwave also resonates with.

He often has insects in his lab, working with them, finding out if they are venomous or poisonous etc. He learns a lot from insects. You will find many creepy crawlies in his lab, and he is also very protective of them >.> Don't squish them, he will be angry at that.