#i feel like i could have fixed up lore's nose so it looks more exact to data's but i really like how these turned out :D

[steakout-05]

i drew these Data and Lore sketches for a project and i thought they looked really nice so here you go :)

+ some bonus wip photos

i love Lore's cheeky shit-eating smirk in that second-to-last wip lmaooo

[ayioumz]

Imagine just, Lee witnessing his commandant dying to save him, lets say he got injured and yk the commandant steps in to help him win the fight against the corrupted, ofc they win but the cost is their life.

And, if you dont feel like writing this or you dont accept angst feel free to ignore/delete this request! TY :D

REASON WHY

a/n : anon !! did you know i have this unfinished lee angst with this exact scenario but also slightly different? in my drafts ... thank u for the request <3, i actually had to learn more about how constructs work or else i won't be following the lore but angst is angst so oh well! 3 /06 / 2022 ; all because of the construct you loved so much. ╰ ✦ character/s : lee x gn ! reader ╰ ✦ genre ; angst ╰ ✦ tw ; blood, death, yknow how it is in the angst world ╰ ✦ check my other works here ; MASTERLIST

the strong stench of vital fluid mixed with red human blood reached your nose as you continued to dodge the hits of the corrupted surrounding you and lee, even a thousand shouts from lee telling you to stay back didn't stop you from entering the battlefield to keep him safe. he punched the ground with his fist as he continued to shout for you to come back, he was frustrated that he got tired and fell down from the battle. you could not bear to see him shouldering all of it while waiting for the other two members to reunite with both of you. lee could not bear to see you throwing yourself in battle just like that and that caused him to panic, he took in every detail, cuts and cuts and cuts on your delicate skin that he wished he could run his thumb over and heal it with his lips but he see you fend off on your own with the last of the corrupted and fell with it's damaged body. you had fought the corrupted and when all was done, so were you. lee saw how the commandant crawled to him, dragging their bloody human body to the damaged construct, lee remembered how they struggled to sit beside him and place their head on his shoulders told him words of comfort. It was like they tried to erase the terrible outcomes that will happen next, like they were reassuring not only him but the commandant themselves. he was afraid to talk, afraid that when he asks a question - silence would be the reply. and when lee had woken up and his frame fixed he shouted your name, asked for you when he saw lucia and liv beside him and they looked at him with an emotion too human. at night when lee was alone, your voice lingers in the silent night until it became a memory. he wanted you to haunt him, bring him down below where you are. he envied that death had wrapped itself on you before he could do so.

the doctors said that there were multiple wounds - too many of them, that you had lost too much blood and that you were beyond saving. they said that you continued to fight and tried to live even if you knew you didn't have a chance against death itself. the doctor even silently wept for you, pitied your state because who would want to survive in this barren world? why struggle to stay alive despite all odds? but you knew the answer, deep down when you were hanging on a thread of your life was your last thought, lee. the doctor didn't know it was all because you wanted to see the sunrise once more, wanted to fight beside liv, lucia, and lee once more, to play with kamui once more, and to find small little details about the construct you loved so much. all because of the construct you loved so much.

[spectral-kitkat]

Miraculous Rant.

Where the hell do I begin…

Season 1:

The show was decent in season 1. Some episodes were just mindless filler and probably weren’t needed in the grand scheme of things but they helped us get introduced to the characters, we got to know the plot and the world our characters inhabit. It was good. The love story between Adrien and Marinette was cute and off to a touching and fluffy start.

Season 2:

This season was immediately better than season 1. It had character development, it went more into detail about the lore surrounding the Miraculous and we got to learn more about our characters and their families and the villian’s motives. (HM really went from “I wanna destroy the world” to “I wanna wake my wife from the coma she’s in”).

We got to see new heroes which was fun! We got new characters like Luka and Kagami.

The season finale was epic! The Miraculous team all taking down all the previous villains in the show was awesome. At the end we even got Mari kissing Adrien on the cheek. It was great! (Even though it clearly reset itself in season 3 cause it’s never mentioned again)

I really enjoyed season 2 and it’s probably my favourite out of the 4.

Season 3:

Season 3 was kinda good and kinda bad. We had some great episodes but this is where the show took the wrong turn.

Marinette lost some of her character in season 3. This was the start of her descent into being the Queen of Mary Sues. It’s also where she was crowned the Queen of Stalkers! Her character took a fucking nose dive in this season. We had so many moments that just creeped me the fuck out.

1. The ENTIRETY of Puppeteer 2 🤢🤢🤢 I could not stand that episode. When we reached the dreaded statue scene I physically had to pause it like 10 times. That scene takes about 3 minutes to watch… it took me about 20. I cringed so fucking hard because of the secondhand embarrassment I was feeling. That was not sweet, it wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t the least bit cute… it was a train wreck! It was creepy and stalkerish and it’s a wonder Adrien even spoke to her again after that atrocity!

2. LB delivering the present in Chat Blanc. Two words: STALKER BEHAVIOUR!!! I genuinely could not believe my eyes when I saw LB run her hand across everything in his room and then actually SNIFF Adrien’s pillow. Like WTF!!! 🤮 I’m pretty sure whoever was responsible for that scene clearly thought it was the equivalent of when someone gets their S/O’s jumper or something and it still smells like them. But this turned it up to the nth degree and way passed the line of sanity.

Adrien was extremely under-utilised in this season. He didn’t really do anything. The only episodes we got about him didn’t really focus on him. ‘Felix’ whilst focusing on Adrien’s family didn’t really feature him. ‘Party Crasher’ while a beautiful mess was more about Mari trying to get into the party than the party itself. ‘Chat Blanc’ again focused more on Mari trying to fix her mistake.

We got even more heroes in season 3, not in the right order but they were there. It was fun seeing everyone’s transformations.

Season 3 was also the season of destroying redemptions. The big one obviously being Chloe. Season 2 was setting up this amazing redemption for her and before it could go anywhere it was wiped off the face of the earth during the finale (and don’t worry we’ll get to that dumpster fire later). Gabriel also had any remaining sympathy ripped away from him. How did the guy who stopped Gorizilla from letting Adrien die when he only thought he was CN go from that to using his son like fucking baseball in Chat Blanc when he knew his son was CN. Like I knew you were a shit father but you still cared about Adrien in some way shape or form but after that episode I can see I was clearly mistaken!

Before we get to the finale I want to talk about probably my 2 least favourite episodes from this season: Desperada and Reflekdoll

Desperada:

I fucking hated this episode! The only good thing was Luka getting to be Viperion, other than that this episode was awful!

Marinette was a selfish cringey bitch. Completely ignoring Luka to gush about Adrien to Jagged. Brushing Luka off as soon as Adrien turns up. Immediately cuddling up to Aspik and flirting with him when she needed to focus on the akuma (something which she has told CN not to do many times before)

Adrien, I love you kid but Jesus Christ you were a dumbass in this episode! Aspik’s design was terrible! Aspik himself was awful. I know Adrien tried his best but dude you were given the Black Cat miraculous for a reason! He shouldn’t have tried to be Aspik but even when he did he should’ve called it quits after like 5 resets not 25,913 times.

The only person with a brain this episode was Luka. So well done guitar boy, gold star!

Reflekdoll:

This episode was annoying! It was basically the start of the Marinette can do no wrong streak! When they have to swap miraculous I was happy cause it meant we got to see new outfits and see how they each handle the different powers. It would also serve as a way to get LB and CN to see what their partners role is first hand. Until we actually get to it…

LadyNoire is of course amazing and needs no introduction to using this new miraculous that she’s never used before. She’s cocky and confident and basically just LB in Chat’s costume with his powers.

Mister Bug on the other hand is just useless. He struggles with this new miraculous (like anyone would!) and is stupid and goofy. He has to rely on LadyNoire to solve the lucky charm. They swapped miraculous so shouldn’t that mean that Mister Bug should get the lucky vision and the creative powers that the earrings give him.

Overall Reflekdoll is awful. It was shitty writing and the start of Adrien getting the short end of the stick.

And now the season 3 finale… Just what the fuck. That is my only reaction: what the fuck!

Chloe you poor fucking child! What did they do to you!!! So much potential SQUANDERED!!!!

What was the point in bringing in all these different superheros with unique skill sets, costumes and transformations if you were just going to immediately reveal them to the main villian so they can’t be used again. That’s stupid! If you wanted the shock value that is “Oh no HM knows some of the heroes identities!” Then keep it as only some. Have like Max, Kim and Kagami outside trying to find somewhere to hide but unfortunately they get hit. Or Nino and Alya are hiding but the windows open and they get hit. Have some of the heroes hide so they’re fine! Taking away every ally of LB and CN’s was a stupid move! (Even if they wanted Alya to become a spy have her as part of the like 4 that get revealed or something, it’s not that difficult)

Season 3 was 50/50 for me

Season 4:

So I know season 4 isn’t even halfway through yet but so much is wrong with this season already that I need to vent!

So my biggest problem with this season of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybitch and Rena Rouge, I mean Rena Furtive… shit, Chat Noir! Is that CN is basically pointless! Adrien has been flung over a rainbow and is only remembered when he’s needed as

1. Marinette’s love interest

2. Someone for LB to shout at

3. A plot device

He has basically been sidelined. Partners my ASS!!!

Adrien is being blown off by pretty much EVERYONE! It’s coming to a point where this poor sweet summer child is going to crack! And it is not gonna be pretty… I definitely feel like the writers are leading up to a big fight between CN and LB which will probably end with Chat Blanc 2.0.

I REALLY HATE MARINETTE/LADYBUG!!!! In Season 3 I said it was the beginning of her descent, well in season 4 she’s done it. She’s descended, she has hit rock fucking bottom. She is so unlikable I don’t actually care about her as a person. She has entered full blown stalker territory it’s only a matter of time before she starts killing people for even looking at Adrien! Not to mention that Miss Mary Sue here can’t do anything wrong! She never has to suffer the consequences of her actions, she is always perfect no matter what she does… it pisses me off!)

She’s the Guardian now big whoop. I know what it feels like to be stressed and under pressure so I do understand why she needed to tell someone about it all. I just don’t see why that person had to Alya! Especially considering she has someone by her side every akuma attack going through pretty much the exact same thing. I know she’s worried about CB happening again but as I said before the more she leaves him out the more she is actually pushing that to become a possibility! Plus it makes sense for them to reveal their identities now since LB is now the guardian it’s probably a good idea to know who holds the cat miraculous, she knows everyone else’s identities!

Even if she didn’t want to tell CN her identity she could still explain the situation to him. If she didn’t want to tell him anything (which she doesn’t anyway) then instead of Alya she should’ve talked to Luka! Her boyfriend for all of half an episode (thanks writers…). He’s so sweet and caring and clearly loves her so much! If she wanted someone to confide in then why not choose the person you clearly wanted to date but couldn’t because of that very reason! (Yeah I know it’s kinda a moot point now since Luka knows both identities but still). He wanted to try and comfort her so it would’ve been the perfect moment for it. That way you could still date him and he’d know why you had to suddenly leave dates halfway through! But no break the boys heart instead!

Adrien and Marinette were both such fucking idiots in the first 2 episodes. Like why would you start a relationship with someone when you know your heart isn’t in it! That’s called leading someone on and is a really shitty thing to do to someone! No wonder Kagami and Luka ended up akumatized!

Another aspect of season 4 I don’t like is Rena Furtive. Yes ok having a spy for your side is a good strategy but when said spy basically tells an important member of a duo that the 2 person job doesn’t involve them… it just really ticks me off! Alya you are the sidekick to LB and CN! Chat isn’t!

Miraculous specials:

The Miraculous World specials suck! Shanghai is better than NY but still has its problems. Both specials add nothing to the overall plot/lore of the show apart from trying to set up some weird cinematic universe…

NY special:

One of the worst things I’ve ever had to sit through! The plane scene alone I paused a few times. I want to say well done to Mari for trying to move on from Adrien (especially considering I’m pretty sure she’s dating Luka at this point) but I can’t help but think it’s just to give her character some pointless development that goes nowhere and doesn’t actually develop anything!

LB can pretty much fuck off at this point! I hate her! She put all this shit on CN (like she doesn’t know exactly how that feels). It’s like why does she get to go off on holiday but CN can’t. LB should’ve stayed in Paris for 3 reasons:

1. She’s recently become the guardian meaning it would probably be best that she stayed with the Mircle Box

2. She’s the only one who can purity the akumas

3. If she’s so sure about being the boss then she should take responsibility of Paris and the citizens.

What really pisses me off about her is what she says to CN during the big fight. “I can’t trust you”… surely you could have this conversation afterwards since you’re supposed to be focusing on taking down the villian! Plus everyone bashes Adrien for giving his miraculous up in this episode but look at it from his point of view: His partner and best friend just said she couldn’t trust him which in turn caused him to cataclysm someone and essentially kill them. That’s gonna take a toll on anyone, especially a 14 year old! He probably thought in that moment. “Ladybug needs a partner she can trust and someone who won’t mess up and kill someone. She needs a better partner.” It makes sense he renounces his miraculous! I’m just upset that in doing so he loses Plagg who is pretty much his only friend who actually understands what Adrien goes through at home.

When Uncanny gets CN to come back, LB acts like it’s not her fault in the first place that he feels inadequate! She didn’t even apologise for saying what she did! He apologised for lying about not being in Paris but nope LB wasn’t in the wrong at all and didn’t have anything to apologise for 🙄… (yes the LadyNoir hug was amazing but I just wish it was under different circumstances!)

Also are we not gonna mention Gabriel Agreste almost starting WW3??? He wanted to launch a fucking missile!!!

Shanghai:

As I said before, this special is way better for several reasons.

We got MariChat! (Best side to the love square imo). This special actually had some semblance on a plot. Fei, whilst a bit op, was a cool character. It was nice to see Wang Cheng again.

However once again there were many problems.

A big one being Marinette yet again! (What a shock! 😒 I’ll come back to this). Another was that once again HM’s motivation has changed. How is getting the Prodigious gonna help bring back Emilie??

Back to Marinette… The fact that the words “Huh?! There must be some kind of mistake! I always know what's up with Adrien! … His 5 first names and every corresponding name date, his yearly schedule, even his shoe size! If there were anything to know about him, I would know it!” come out of her mouth whilst she is flipping through his schedule that she keeps in her pocketbook is a hugh red flag!!! That is not cute or adorable! That’s messed up and Adrien needs to fucking run and maybe possibly go into witness protection… Marinette is a full blown stalker! Not to mention the GPS she has (that could just be the find my friends app on iphone but still).

It also is extremely rude of her to use not only her great uncle’s birthday but also a lie about wanting to know her Chinese heritage in order to go to Shanghai to stalk her obsession, I mean crush. This could’ve been avoided if the Dupain-Chengs were going to Shanghai for the purpose of celebrating Wang Cheng’s bday and then Adrien just so happened to be in Shanghai.

Also this means LB left Paris without telling CN! I know CN did the same but again he can’t purify the akumas. Plus he has a reason he couldn’t stay in Paris, Mari just went cause her crush did. Great guardianship there Marinette.

This was also the last time CN actually did something. Even if it was for a short while before LB and her female partner took over (the beginning of a theme…)

Other things:

There are 2 other things that I wanna say but felt they needed a separate bit.

In Furious Fu, Su-Han has a rule book that he uses to tell Marinette which rules she has broken. At the end of the episode he tells her that is she breaks 1 more rule that he will take the Miraculous and the Miracle Box off her, which fair enough but wouldn’t it be helpful to leave the rule book with her?! How can she be wary of not breaking anymore rules when she doesn’t even know what the rules are??

Now the big one: Master Fu…

Where do I even start with him. He is so fucking manipulative!! He is Asian Dumbledore!

He decides to leave these extremely powerful jewels in the hands of 13 year olds! Surely leaving the miraculous to someone in their 20s would’ve been better!

He clearly favours LB over CN even though the Ladybug and Black Cat are supposed to be partners! Wouldn’t it make sense for them both to be in contact with the guardian from the start?? He randomly started introducing rules such as if LB and CN find out each other’s identities they would lose their miraculous… what kind of bullshit rule is that? It also came out of fucking nowhere!

Final Thoughts:

But to summarise all of that: Miraculous is on quite a steep decline but I’m invested at this point and I am genuinely curious as to where the fuck this will go.

Marinette needs professional fucking help before the writers even consider canonising Adrienette cause at the moment she is not what Adrien needs!

Adrien needs to stand up for himself! He needs to pull LB to the side and tell her what he feels and what he’s going through cause he is on the precipice of a breakdown!

(Small point that’s more to do with the fandom: when searching for fanfics it’s really annoying that Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir Bashing is a tag but Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug Bashing isn’t. Why does everyone think Marinette can do no wrong???)

[nevermore-ocs]

Unbreakable

Author’s note: Remember how I just posted something sweet??? This is the exact opposite of it XDDD About 2.7K words of lore/angst for Cooper and Darius when they were kids in the orphanage they both were in!

"Okay, umm...oh! What's that one?"

"That one's Orion's Belt, see how it's a row like a belt?"

"Ohhhh...hey how do you know all of this stuff?"

Darius snickered with the approaching joke, nudging his best friend in the whole wide world, Cooper, with his elbow, "Because I read books, unlike you," as he was laughing, Cooper launched himself at Darius in a tackle, the two of them laughing messes while their makeshift fort caved down on top of them. "But I'm stronger than you, huh?" Cooper sat up on the hardwood floor, a wide grin spread across his face only to get a pillow tossed at his face by Darius, "You're like a bull, you just broke our fort down! Again!" With an embarrassed sound and a sheepish ruffle of his hair, Cooper jumped up onto his feet, "I'll fix it, don't worry!" Darius sat back, his back gingerly resting against the wall as he watched Cooper do his best to attempt to remake their fort back to its usual perfection. It was hard in this orphanage, they had to make the most of the simple things, and to two 13-year-olds, a blanket fort was one of the best things out there. He drifted deeper and deeper into his thoughts, about how he was judged so harshly by how he looked, his skin, his eyes, he had no control over those things. They weren't his power. He wasn't even sure if he had any. So, why was he treated so badly? He wasn't a meta-human, was he?

"Fixed it!" Cooper's elated chime reeled Darius out of his thoughts again, he leaned over to the side to look around Cooper, to judge his work, and with the blanket laid askew over the bed and how it managed to even stay tied to the wooden bedpost was a miracle to itself. Blinking, he looked over towards Cooper who planted himself right down next to Darius with that massive smile on his face that seemed to be painted on his lips 24/7, he returned it with his own much smaller one, and nodded, "You always do great with it! Here, let's-" As a result of moving too quickly from his seated position, Darius felt that sharp stabbing pain plunge deep in his back, it almost made him fall to his knees if it weren't for Cooper to catch him again, "D-Darius are you okay?!" Worry was ever evident in his voice, he placed Darius, gently of course, down next to him, under their fort, and when he relaxed, he let himself lean against Cooper lightly. "I'm, ufh, fine. It's my back again." It was probably because of his shirt, but he couldn't feel any wetness of blood back there, they always swatted with the belts so hard, he could hear the sharp leather whipping against the skin on his back resonate in his ears and dig in them, those noises would probably permanently stay there for the rest of his life, the damage on his back would most certainly leave scars. He always got the worst of it, they said it was because he would use his powers all of the time, you weren't supposed to use your powers, it was the number one rule, but he never used them. It was just how he looked. "You go through a lot of those, I don't know how you deal with them," Cooper went through the same thing, his beatings weren't as severe as Darius's but he was certainly a lot more sensitive than the other, he would always come back to Darius and throw his arms around him for a big hug while he sobbed and sniffled to his heart's content and while his back stung ferociously, however, Darius was always there for him to hug him and have him cry his lungs out as much as he wanted to and Cooper was there for him, just the same, but Darius never cried. He got those lashings so frequently that he just stopped crying and accepted them. Letting out a soft, dry chuckle, he glanced back over at Cooper in the corner of his eye before turning his head to face him properly, "I get them so much now, they still hurt, but I can't stop them." He didn't want tonight to go like this, they were smiling, stargazing, even naming the constellations off of the top of their heads. "Cooper, can I ask you something?" Darius had to be so careful with the question about to come from his lips, that before he even muttered it, he used some of his wavering strength to put himself up onto his knees and peek through a gap of the blanket on the bed over to the bed on the opposite side of the room that harbored another young boy, about the same age as them. When he saw the lump under the throw on that bed breathing steadily and slowly, Darius lowered himself back down next to Cooper and looked back at him with excitement gleaming in his orbs.

"Can you show me your crystals again?"

Cooper, like a big puppy witnessing a new tennis ball being presented to it, excitedly nodded more times than Darius could count. Shifting himself up onto his knees much like how Darius was placed, he turned his hands over and opened his palms, it took him closing his eyes and a quiet grunt, but the small, seafoam green crystals formed and gradually grew on his palm, along the length of his arm, on his knuckles and after he opened his eyes again, the two of them got into a fit of giggles and laughs. "These are always so cool!" Darius poked the tip of one of the pointed crystals and took a glance at his fingertip after, surprisingly, the crystal's pointed tip didn't break through his skin, "Hehehe, thanks! Imagine when I'm really big and strong and I do this! I'll be uh...um...oh! Oh!" Cooper patted Darius's shoulder numerous times to get his attention, standing up in front of their fort, he confidently put his fists on his hips and exclaimed, "Unbreakable!" Darius beamed widely with stifled giggles but took a hold of his friend's shirt to pull him down to the ground again, "Shush, you're gonna get us in trouble!" Cooper was having a significant amount of difficulty in holding back his laughter but with the help of Darius clamping a hand over his mouth, he stayed quiet. For now of course. "We should go to bed though, if we're not awake when they want us to be, we'll get in trouble, you know." Darius pointed out, much to Cooper's chagrin who also let the crystals that spawned and grew on his arms to dissipate and seemingly melt into nothingness. "Don't worry, we'll play more tomorrow night!" He reassured Cooper, it perked his friend right back up to his usual high energy spirits. He hopped onto his end of the bed, the two shared one, and Cooper, being the big, big-hearted one out of the two of them, he gave Darius the end where all of the pillows were. Cooper laid at the foot of the bed, much like how a puppy would do. "Night, Darius!" Darius sat at where the pillows and the blankets met at the head of the bed, "Good night, Cooper," it felt like he just had gotten the words out of his mouth when he overheard his friend beginning to snore quite comically loud; he's grown used to it now. With a soft chuckle, Darius slid underneath the covers and stared up at the speckled ceiling for a few moments, silently taking in the stillness in the air. It wasn't long until his eyes started to get too heavy, and he drifted away to sleep as well, his head nestled in the pillows with the blankets pulled right up to his chin.

The day had seemed so monotonous and humdrum to Darius that it wasn't until Cooper rushed up to him in the main foyer where other kids and workers were at different positions in the room, watching the kids. "Darius, hey! I got one of the action figures! Are you ready to play?" Darius, as much as he didn't want to admit it, felt himself zone out when he took in his surroundings. He noticed more eyes on the two of them, kids were whispering amongst themselves and pointing at them when they were bold enough. It took him to look over at one of the entrances to the foyer that even two workers were staring at them with a certain disapproval in them. Disgust honestly. "Helloooo?" Cooper waved his hand in front of Darius's face to catch his attention, only for his friend to snatch his hand, "Ah-hey is everything okay?" Cooper started to do the same, he surveyed the area, taking in the numerous kids gawking at them and the workers staring them down as if they were their worst enemies. "What's going on?" Walking in with a familiar faced kid who pointed right directly at Cooper and added a nod onto it too, this much larger, bearded man with an infuriated expression on his face stormed up to the two of them with a belt in tow. It was taking Cooper a much longer time than Darius to realize what was going on. Darius's multicolored eyes widened with fear.

That boy. He snitched on them because of Cooper's power.

The man, being rough as all Hell, took a firm grip of Cooper's arm and yanked him towards him, "Cooper did you use your powers last night?! You know our rule about that-or maybe you don't, you little stupid bastard!" The man gripped Cooper's wrist so tight, his skin was turning red in the area, and with a few whimpers, he started to struggle, "I-I wasn't doing anything wrong! I wasn't hurting anybody!" He, with all of his might, pushed on the man's iron grip on his wrist, it wasn't doing anything. It only resulted in him getting smacked across the side of his head harshly and almost collapse to the ground. "Using your powers is wrong!" The man showed the belt he had in his other hand, as an intimidation tactic to make Cooper almost piss himself for the upcoming punishment. "At this point, you should know what happens when you use those disgusting mutations of yours!" Darius couldn't listen to this. He knew Cooper was innocent, he didn't think using your powers was a bad thing, and it ran through his head that he had asked for him to use his power. It was his fault more than Coopers. He closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply through his nose and let it out through his mouth, to soothe his trembling body. He had this happen so many times.

He doesn't cry from them anymore.

"It was me," Darius broke the fighting in between Cooper and the man who had his arm lifted to strike down powerfully on Cooper's now exposed back. "W-What?" Cooper sniffled, trying to stop the waterfall amount of tears spilling from his eyes. "It was me, I asked Cooper to use his powers, he wouldn't have used them." He stared the man down, watching him release his firm and rough grip on Cooper to stomp up to him, his hand clenching the belt. "Is that true?" The man knelt to Darius's level, right next to his face but Darius stared forward and away from him. "You asked him?" He gave the man a nod. "I did, it's not Cooper's fault. You don't need to punish him."  Darius was already in the process of stripping his shirt off since he only knew where this was going to go. Cooper stared with disbelieve, shaking his head, "No, no, don't hurt him, please!" He had launched himself to Darius, to protect him, to save him in return but two workers, faster than him, grabbed Cooper by his arms and restrained him, holding him back. "Let me go! Darius! No!!" He looked over at Cooper and gave him a true, small smile, "It's okay." He mouthed to him. When he heard the metal clinking of the belt buckle and the belt being lifted, he closed his eyes again and felt the sharp, stinging pain of the belt swat downwards on his back with not a single ounce of restraint or mercy. The first strike made Darius fall onto his knees and hands, the repeated whips of the belt made him sink to the floor completely, he was already losing count, the world was fading out, and his ears were ringing; the one thing that stayed in was Cooper's muffled protests. He couldn't see him, but he knew that Cooper was fighting as much as he could, even if a lot of it was fruitless.

"Stop!" He stared at the droplets of his best friend's blood flinging off of the belt and splattering around.

"Stop!!" He listened to the man berate his best friend on the ground, he had a disgusting, big grinned smile on his face as he 'disciplined' someone innocent.

Cooper was getting angry, angrier than he has ever been. His blood was boiling, he was hyperventilating, enough for the workers holding him to notice it firsthand and how infuriated  Cooper looked with tears of rage prickling at his eyes and a scowl on his face. He clenched his fists tightly, the crystals started to form quicker than ever before on his arms and body in general, enough for the two workers to cry out in pain at the stabbing of so many and they dropped Cooper down to the ground as a result.

"I SAID STOP IT!!!" Bringing down both of his fists in a powerful downward slam to the hardwood floor, the foundation of it rumbled, towering large curved spiked crystals erupted from the ground in wave after wave, like a barrier around Darius who was splayed down on the ground since one of the crystals had spawned upwards right in between the man and Darius. "Darius!!" Cooper ran over to him, sliding down onto his knees next to Darius's weak, almost limp, body. Shallow breaths were escaping his lips, with how Cooper was holding him, he could feel the blood from the several gashes and open wounds seep through his fingers and onto his palms. "Darius, Darius please..." Cooper was crying, his teardrops were plinking down onto his friend's weak face. "You didn't, hck, you didn't have to do that for m-me, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." Cooper took several looks around, how far the crystals spread and how huge and jagged they were, he saw crimson liquid cascading the clashing seafoam green. Two crystals had pierced completely through the chests of the two workers from before that restrained him. They were laid out on top of them with the jagged tips clean through the bodies. He glanced over to the man from prior too, and he endured something similar. Several crystals had grown around him specifically and the pointed, hard, jagged tips had stabbed through his body in multiple places, pinning him almost to the wall by the chest, stomach, and legs. Cooper was stunned, he almost didn't believe that he did this, he got so angry that he wasn't thinking clearly, he only thought about helping and saving Darius above anything else. No matter what happened to him.

"C...Cooper?" Darius's breathless voice instantly caught Cooper's attention. "D-Darius hey!" Cooper lowered his head somewhat when he saw Darius's eyes drift around the best they could to survey the now crystallized area and after, he slowly blinked and gazed up at his best friend the best he could. "What...what did you do?" Cooper sniffled and smiled down at him despite starting to cry all over again, "I saved you! Remember, I'm," he paused to sniffle, "Unbreakable!" He gave Darius that large grin of his again and, carefully as he could, hugged him tightly. "Darius I..." He glanced over to his right at the five or more running workers running in with restraints of all sizes from handcuffs to something that resembled a straitjacket, steadily approach them with Cooper dead set in their sights like a lion hunting down prey. He sighed and hugged him close again.

"I think I'm in trouble this time."

[bronzewool]

I have a lot of respect for Derrick J. Wyatt as the Art Director and Character Designer for Transformers Animated, but I could not disagree more with this statement.

Oil Slick is a character I hold very dear to my heart, despite only appearing in one episode, and has yet to reappear in any future incarnations of the franchise. I love the original design of Oil Slick and it was one of the main reasons I wanted to know more about him.

Eric Siebenaler was the one who originally came up with the design for Oil Slick, never expecting he would ever appear in the actual cartoon, but once the crew found out about the design they said they would have worked him into the series sooner had they known (Team Chaar could have appeared as early as season 2. I feel robbed!)

And the main reason I like the original design is how it works with the character’s personality and theme. Oil Slick has a long thin face and constantly frowning. He gives off the impression that’s he’s bored in a “I’m an over achiever who is too smart for everyone in this room and in desperate need of mental stimulation” kind of way. And this is cleverly emphasized by his body language, helped by how he’s purposely drawn with these long armoured arms hanging down by his side, like they’re too heavy for him to even lift, thereby giving him bad posture.

But his dailogue in supplementary materials hints at an egotistical manaic who thinks very highly of himself, has a deadpan sense of humour, and knows how to charm people into giving him what he wants. The point is, he’s a very expressive character and I genuinely believe he is first and foremost a scientist, which is in contrast to the more brutish version of Oil Slick we see in the cartoon (although that may be an unfair statement given his very short apperance in that episode). But I find it interesting that despite them being the same size, Toy Oil Slick’s makes him comes across as smaller and sleeker, as opposed to the cartoon Oil Slick’s square jaw that makes him seem larger and more of a physical threat. There’s a slyness to toy Oil Slick that I like that makes me believe he’s a manipulator and someone you naturally want to underestimate.

Even the frame of the toy is perfect to me because it looks like a hazmat suit, everything from the inclusion of a domed helmet to the colour palette. The mustard yellows, olive greens and sludge browns make me think of toxic chemicals and radioactive waste. His entire colour scheme is a warning label. Whereas cartoon Oil Slick got a black and gold paintjob that is more akin with the biker gang aesthetic Wyatt was clearly going for. The colour scheme envokes the imagery of leather jackets and chains, which works really well when combined with his chosen weapon, but removes any subtle imagery that he is a scientist and not a thug.

They even took away his green optics! Oil Slick is the only transformer besides Swindle who has an eye colour unique only to him and it tells you so much about him without it needed to be explained why that is.

Maybe Wyatt didn’t like the design because it was too different from the rest of the cast. Oil Slick is the only one with green eyes, a nose, and other little tidbits that make him stand out from the rest of the cast, something usually reserved only for more important characters. I can certainly understand the logic behind them deliberately changing the character model so he appears to share the same mould caste as Lockdown. But I just don’t like the change for the sole reason that Wyatt casually insulted Siebenaler’s work by saying he didn’t like it and went out of his way to change it for the cartoon. Which seems like a lot of effort on his part for a minor character who never shows up again or does anything of importance.

Which brings me to another reason why I don’t like the change purely on principle. The amount of dedication to keeping the design consistant in the comics astounds me. In the TF Animated comics “The Arrival Issue #3 - Bots of Science” the artist had been given instructions to use the toy design of Oil Slick, but then they told them to go back and change the character model in every single panel he’s in! For a comic that not many people were reading to begin with this is a weird hill to die on.

I don’t have any objection to Wyatt disliking the design for whatever reason, there’s a lot about Oil Slick’s role in the TFA lore I myself don’t like. I know for a fact I have issues with Oil Slick sharing Lockdown’s backstory of meeting Ratchet during the Great War and breaking the exact same chevron on his helmet (why did Ratchet feel the need to fix it the first time but not after Lockdown did the exact same thing?).

Or the fact he supposedly trained at the cyberninja dojo despite all evidence indicating he didn’t (I would chalk this up to being another one of his lies, but the fact Oil Slick seems to know who Prowl is and that he trained under Master Yoketron implies he’s telling the truth). A lot of suplimentary material tries to force Oil Slick into the established TFA timeline and it gets really confusing when you try and dissect it.

[pikapeppa]

Solavellan angst: The Ways You Said “I Love You”

I was talking about elvhen lore with @schoute last week, which for me automatically means Crying About Solas™, so here: some Solavellan angst for no good reason other than I love and miss the damned Dread Wolf. 

Inspired by this gorgeous prompt list. I basically wrote a little story using as many prompts as I could. 

For @dadrunkwriting Friday. Read on AO3 instead; ~2000 words. 

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In the year he spends with her, he says it in as many ways as he can, knowing it will never be enough.

He says it before she fully wakes. Her breathing is deep and slow, and his mouth is muffled with sleep. But he peels his tongue from the roof of his mouth and peels the blankets away from her tousled raven hair, and he delivers the words in a hoarse whisper to her ear.

He says it by offering her a piece of buttered toast. It’s steaming still, hot from the kitchens where he fetched it, and as Elia opens her eyes, the smile that lights her sleepy face tells him that she understands.

She lifts a cup of tea to her lips, and she gently teases that she’ll keep it as far away from him as possible. He smirks at her silliness as she leans toward him. Her lips are scented with tea, and he detests the stuff, but he kisses her anyway. He savours the pungent herbal taste of her tongue for one reason alone: that the tongue he is tasting belongs to her.

He says it by coming with her to the Herald’s Rest. It is unwise for him to come, to bind himself to the people of this world more than he has already foolishly done. But as Elia hands him a small glass of Antivan port to accompany her stein of Dwarven ale, he tells himself that joining her here is the least he can do.

He says it on the battlements. Her eyes are narrowed against the biting mountain breeze, but the afternoon sun gleams in shards and rays through the clouds. It lands on her midnight hair and ignites the ivory of her skin to a faintly golden gleam. She glows in the sun, and she makes him glow in a way he didn’t think would ever be possible here. So he tips her chin up, and he admires her aquamarine eyes, and he tells her.

She smiles, a smile so broad and soft and warm that it hurts. “I love you too, Solas,” she whispers.

He says it when she offers him a piece of buttered toast, accompanied by a hearty bowl of stew. It is late, and his mind is mired in the pile of tomes he requested from the library. When Elia sets the tray on his desk, he nearly jumps out of his chair in surprise.

But the stew is hot and savoury. The toast is burnt on one corner, but delicious nonetheless. After he scrapes the last dregs of food from his bowl, he takes her hand and presses it to his well-fed lips. He kisses her knuckles one by one, then the inside of her wrist, and he whispers his adoration against her skin.

He says it to Cole one afternoon when Elia is away on business with Josephine. He and Cole are strolling around the castle discussing life and death and everything in between. They slow down as they pass Bonnie Sims’s stall, and Solas spots a scarf the exact shade of Elia’s aquamarine eyes.

Cole drifts ethereally at his shoulder. “Bright and blue, brilliant like a gem, bringing you joy. Youthful, jarring, more than you expected. You didn’t know. You didn’t see.”

He nods and turns away from the Orlesian merchant. “You are correct,” he murmurs softly to Cole, knowing that the merchant cannot see. “She has surprised me at every turn.”

Cole trails after him toward the stairs. “Do you see it now?”

He hesitates before responding. Compassion asks these questions out of curiosity and kindness, but the answers he seeks are too complex. Solas gives him an easier reply instead. “I love her,” he says.

Cole nods. “I know,” he says, and Solas smiles.

When Elia returns, he says it to her that night. Their fingers twine and press into the mattress, and her body bucks to meet his hips. The rapture leaves her throat in a pleading cry, and he buries his face in her neck and his teeth in her skin, and he breathes the words against her sweat-laced skin with a shuddering gasp.

He says it with a look as they lie in the grass of the Emerald Graves. It is dark and late, and the weather is warm and mild with the freshness of spring, and he studies her profile as she studies the stars. She turns her head, and her glowing elven eyes latch onto his. He stares at her and memorizes the catlike glow of her gaze. Elia doesn’t smile, and neither does he, but in the beating of his heart and the tightness of her slender fingers between his own, he knows she feels the same.

He leaves it for her in a letter on her pillow. The morning after they return from Adamant Fortress, he wakes before the crack of dawn, restless with inspiration and a need to paint. Elia is fast asleep, exhausted from the battle and the burden of her duties, so he slides soundlessly from her bed and pads over to her desk.

He takes a plume and ink, and he writes that he will be in the rotunda for the rest of the day. At the end, almost as an afterthought, he scrawls the words. They come easily to his hand, as easily as breathing or eating or casting a simple spell. He folds the note and tenderly places it beside her head, his attention already back on the fresco that is painting itself in his mind’s eye.

In the noisy bustle of Halamshiral, he whispers it softly in her ear: words of encouragement and faith and confidence. In the muted silence of a dream they share, he stands at the top of a bridge and he shouts it at down at her: a proclamation of his heart’s devotion, even if he can devote nothing else to her. She laughs at him in the dream, and she shouts it back, and the happiness that spreads across his face is something he never thought he would feel again.

He says it softly through the thundering tattoo of rain on the oiled fabric of the tent they share. She clasps his face in her hands, sweat dripping down her nose like the raindrops that trickle down the sides of their tiny tent. She gasps and moves over him and lies flush to his naked chest until there is no space left between them, and he whispers it to her pointed ear, whispers it mindlessly and repeatedly until it is just a liquid blur of syllables: ar lath ma, vhenan - ar lath ma, I love you Elia, I love you, please…

She nods and she breathes it back against his lips, and as they lie together in the heated and humid aftermath, sleep slipping through the fabric of their tent to snatch them away, he whispers it to her cheekbone in a blissful sigh.

Months go by, and he tells her every day in a multitude of ways: with words and kisses and tender looks, with fingers on the back of her spine and his quiet voice in her ear. And eventually, with a boldness born of these words that he tells her every day, he prepares himself to tell Elia everything.

He takes her to a place of magic and beauty, and he opens his mouth to bear his deepest truth. But as he stares into her vallaslin-painted face, he realizes the weakness of his besotted heart.

He is selfish, and he always has been. He loves her, but in so doing, he has made himself incapable of letting her see what he must do.  

Elia is the Inquisitor. She has fought tooth and nail for this world, and she will revile anyone who would dare to take that world away.

And so, instead of telling her, he breaks her heart.

Her beautiful face twists with an anger that is a feeble veneer for grief. A sob leaves her throat, and she shoves his chest and shouts at him to tell her she means nothing to him.

“I can’t do that,” he says brokenly. When this all began, he swore to never lie to her, and he has been so careful to stick to his promise. The truth she now dares him to disavow - that he loves her, and that he cares: this is a confession he cannot retract. It is the truth, and he realizes now, far too late, that it is the only one he can openly share.

By refusing to deny his love, he says it again. But Elia no longer believes him.

In the weeks that come, Elia crumbles slowly from the inside, and he forces himself to watch. Her pain is sharp and constant, and he is powerless to take it away. By bearing witness to her grief, by sharing it in silence and taking the rightful blame, he tells her again and again. But his telling his silent and distant now, and she cannot hear him anymore.

Something has grown dim inside of her. Something has been extinguished, and with a growing surge of regret, he realizes what he has done. By breaking her heart without explaining why, he has torn the tapestry of the life she was weaving over the past year. She holds the threads in bewilderment, and she begs him to mend them, and all he can tell her now is that he can’t.

“Please,” she says. “Talk to me, Solas. That’s all I want.”

He studies the naked desperation in her face. He knows what she really wants. She wants him, everything they had and everything she thought they would have forever. She wants everything he promised her with those loaded words that he told her over and over as he brought her toast and kissed her lips and left letters on her pillow and walked with her in dreams.

She wants him to say he loves her, and she wants to believe it. But by breaking her heart without telling her why, he has broken something inside of her, and he is no longer sure that anything he says can fix the damage he has wrought.

As things turn out, he never gets the chance to try.

He holds the broken orb in his hands, and he lifts his eyes to her face. Despite everything he has done and everything he has ruined between them, her expression is sympathetic and soft.

Despair wrenches his chest, twisting and pulling at his composure. Before he can stop himself, he says it.

He meets her aquamarine eyes: bright and blue, brilliant like a gem and bringing him joy that he shattered as thoroughly as the orb that lies in pieces on the ground. He stares into those beloved eyes, and he says it one last time.

“No matter what comes,” he says, “I want you to know that what we had was real.”

Her dirt-streaked face goes slack, eyebrows creasing with distress, and he knows that she understands: he is saying goodbye.

Cassandra calls her name, and when she goes to check on the others, he steps into the Fade. He moves farther and farther away from her, placing distance between them so that she cannot follow, but his chest is heavy where he carries her.

She is no longer here to hear it, but he says it still. He says it by carrying this wound in his chest. Elia coaxed her way into his heart and made herself a home, and he pushed her out. Now all he has is a gaping hole where Elia used to be.

He will carry this wound, and he will cherish its torn and tattered edges. And this is how he will say it.

For the rest of his unending life, this is how Solas will say he loves her.

[cass-trash]

Mistaken Love

Castiel x Reader

Request: Do you think you could possibly do a fic where Sammy and Reader are super affectionate and Cas and Dean think they're together, but Cas and Reader have huge crushes on each other (only reader is actually mostly capable of hiding hers coz we all know Cas can't) and Dean mentions it and they're (Sam and Reader) really confused, and Cas fluff ensues??? Please and thanks for hopefully not being mad at me for wasting your time 💜💜💜 -Requested by Anonymous  

Read on AO3

Warnings: jealousy, fluff

Word count: 2000

Leaning your head back on Sam’s shoulder, you blankly stared at the television in front of the two of you without processing whatever was happening on screen, your mind seeming to only pull itself in different directions all at once instead focusing on one single thing. The younger brother glanced down at you with his soft hazel eyes as though trying to read your mind to figure out what had been bothering you for the past three days in a row, but came up with nothing. “What’s the matter?” he finally asked after a long silence, draping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you closer to his warmth. 

Curling into the tall hunter’s side, you relished in his warmth and affection and sighed softly. You and Sam had always been incredibly close. Maybe it was because the two of you stayed up late into the morning reading all the lore books in the bunker, or maybe it was because he had been the one to save you when you couldn’t control your psychic powers. He was the only person who had gone through the exact same thing as you and he was the only one who had the patience to wait for you. You loved Sam and you loved having these close moments with him, but you craved for different attention from somebody else. 

Sam had seen that look on your face many times and he wondered how he hadn’t noticed earlier that your eyes seem to sadden whenever your eyebrows furrow, or that your lips were pulled into a tight frown even though you tried to hide it. “Is this about Cas?” he whispered, unsure where the angel might currently be or whether he could hear the two of you talk about him. 

“He’s keeping his distance from me.” you mumbled reluctantly as you pulled the blanket draped over your body closer to you to hide your face, silently telling Sam you weren’t in the mood to discuss all of this.

You have had a crush on the angel for as long as you could remember. Fortunately, you had been rather careful to not make it too noticeable, but Sam saw right through you and instantly knew. Things with Castiel had been completely fine between you, however recently it’s almost like something in him clicked and he chose to stay away from you. Even though you weren’t dating him and you weren’t exactly as close as you were to Sam, it pained you to know that he doesn’t want to be near you. 

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Dean did a double take as he walked past the kitchen, a greasy rag in his hand as he stopped at the door frame and watched Castiel curiously sip at a mug filled with black coffee. The angel’s eyes were glued to you and Sam on the couch, his eyebrows crinkled in jealousy, and his fingers tightly wrapped around the handle of the mug in his hand. 

It was ridiculously obvious that the angel had a crush on you, so much in fact, that people often thought the two of you were already dating, which resulted in an awkward angel and an embarrassed hunter for the remainder of the case. If it wasn’t for you and Sam dating, Dean definitely would’ve helped Cas out with building the confidence to confess his feelings for you. 

“You do know you’re hurting her, right?” Dean said, startling Castiel and causing him to spill his coffee on to the table. “She might not have the same feelings for you as you do for her but she still cares about you, Cas.”

Castiel sighed and placed his mug on the table in front of him. “I don’t mean to,” he mumbled and pushed himself out of the chair to clean up the spillage, “I can’t watch her be so...intimate with him.”

“Looks like you’re watching her just fine.” Dean’s eyes adverted back to the couch to where you were now sitting by yourself, his brother nowhere to be seen, until he suddenly appeared inside of the kitchen with a suspicious look on his face as he glanced back and forth from Dean and Cas.

The angel immediately began feeling guilty at the sight of one of his best friends, knowing too well that he shouldn’t be thinking of his girlfriend that way. “Excuse me.” he mumbled to the hunters and pushed his way past to go anywhere to escape the awkward conflict.

“What’s up with him?” Sam murmured, sending shady looks towards Dean. “How come he’s been avoiding Y/n?”

“Don’t pretend to not know, Sam.”

“What?”

The eldest Winchester rolled his eyes and sighed, “You know he has a crush on Y/n. It’s obvious. I’m not saying you need to break up with her so he can have a chance, but you don’t need to be so intimate when he’s around. Not to mention it’s pretty gross.”

“Wait, what?” your voice squeaked from behind Sam where you had barely just arrived, your eyes widened as you thought about how close you and Sam had been lately. 

“This is your fault, too. You know how inexperienced Cas is to this kind of thing, do you guys need to be so-”

“We aren’t dating.” Sam announced, playing with the lid of the health smoothie had come to the kitchen to refill in the first place. “We’re just close friends, Dean.” he repeated upon seeing the astonished and bewildered expression on his face.

“That’s how all relationships start.”

“Hang on a minute!” you yelled, shaking your head before lowering your voice to a timid whisper, “Cas likes me?”

Dean’s nose and eyebrows scrunched up, wondering how you hadn’t noticed all the glances he would give you when pretending to read a book, or purposely being sure to stick the brothers together on a hunt so he could be there to protect you if you needed it, or how he seemed to tense up and become nervous around you, especially when you were so close he could smell the last thing you ate still linger around your lips. 

Sam, on the other hand, smiled softly. Of course he had known that Castiel liked you. Cas only needed to glance at you one time for it to become obvious, but Sam never told you. He wanted you to figure it out between the two of you. That didn’t happen, but seeing the sparkle in your eyes as you imagined being with the angel made him completely forget why he hadn’t chose to tell you sooner. 

With a shake of his head, Dean laughed and slapped a hand on your shoulder, “Go get ‘em, Tiger.”

Within a second, your happy and cheerful mood fell into an anxious and worried one. “How do I tell him?” you whispered under your breath, your eyes glued to a drop of coffee on the floor that had fallen from the table. “What do I say?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Sam said. “It’ll come naturally.”

You doubted this, but found yourself halfway down the hallway before you had a second thought. You stood outside of Castiel’s door, your fist clenched and raised in the air to knock on the wooden barrier blocking you from the angel you were in love with. One sharp, almost forced, intake of breath later and you knocked on the door three times and eagerly and anxiously waited for a peek of beige material to creep into your vision between the cracks of the opening door. You only needed to wait a couple more seconds before you saw just that - a slimmer of beige and black trousers before your eyes finally fixed on his face, noticing that his hair looked as though it had been pulled on. “Are you okay?” you immediately asked, your eyes soft as you looked at the tangled tufts of hair.

“I’m fine.” he lied, looking off to the side guiltily. He couldn’t even look at you in the eyes anymore.

“You’ve been pulling on your hair, Cas, you’re not fine.” you weren’t taking no for an answer and pushed yourself into his bedroom, trapping him between you and the wooden door that his back was now pressed against. “What’s the matter?”

Castiel loved and despised of how you could just see that he wasn’t fine. He didn’t want to tell you the truth about his feelings, it would only result in heartbreak and awkwardness, one of those things he was much more afraid of than the other. On the other hand, he knew how caring and compassionate you are. Shouldn’t he trust his instincts that you wouldn’t hurt him too much? With a hefty sigh, he finally decided to confess everything to you, “I have a- I’m in love with you, Y/n.” Yes, that’s right. Letting those words out of his lips that he usually kept tightly closed felt like pure bliss. He was in love with you, he knew that now. This wasn’t just some crush.

He didn’t know what he expected. Maybe a remark about how wrong he was to think of you when you were obviously happy with Sam, or an awkward goodbye as you scurried out of the room, but it definitely wasn’t this. 

There wasn’t even enough time for him to process you leaning in before he felt your soft lips against his very own. He was scared this was some kind of dream, but angels didn’t sleep. This was real. You were real. Seconds had passed since the first contact of your skin on his and he finally responded into the kiss, moving his lips against yours to smudge as much of the strawberry lip balm onto his lips so he could remember the taste of your lips in case this was a onetime thing only. He was in such rapture that he didn’t take notice of the way his grace – his very essence – was buzzing inside of his vessel, begging to be free and consume you for him to enjoy just to himself.

He was in paradise; that was the only way to describe it. 

Then he remembered about Sam and everything hit him like he was being smote by his father himself. It took everything inside of him to pull away from the lips that seemed to fit his so perfectly. “I can’t do this. I don’t want to hurt you or Sam.”

Your eyebrows furrowed for a second until you remembered what had brought you here in the first place. ”Cas,” you whispered softly, brushing your lips against his, “I’m not dating Sam. We’re just close friends. Have a lot in common.” you spoke in short sentences, just wanting to feel his chest vibrate underneath your fingertips like it had mere moments ago. 

“You seemed very close.”

“He saved me. I love him, but not in the way you’re thinking.”

It was amusing to watch Castiel’s eyes flicker around your face as he considered what you were saying. You would have laughed if it wasn’t for the sudden skin pressing against skin, or Cas’ hands cupping your cheeks as he continuously pressed hard, fast kisses to your lips. You could feel the burn of his stubble against your lips and cheeks, but you didn’t dare stop him.

“I’m in love with you, too.” you finally replied in between kisses, smiling largely. “And I’d love to go on a date with you sometime.”

Cas smiled and gave a sharp nod before lifting you up and placing you on his desk, his hands gently squeezing your thighs as he began to kiss you a little more passionately rather than maul you to death. 

“Cas.” you sighed against his neck, smiling softly as you enjoyed the moment you were in and were sure you’d be in many more times.

The two of you were in utter happiness and you couldn’t have asked for anything else. You would definitely have to thank Dean for letting it slip that Cas was jealous of you and Sam.

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[spyroid101]

The Traitor (Part 4)

Part four of Happy Chiss Family Drama Funtimes! 

Courtesy of @jedicreed-fr updating their own lore and reminding me to get my own butt back into gear dgashjkgdhasj

(Minor gore/body horror-ish warning)

Kurdo'hith'rauste didn’t have much time to assess his location when the bright light dimmed, and he was violently thrown to the ground, but he could guess he was still in the dead lands, judging by the ground texture and overall bland, mute colors of his surroundings.

...Which left him to come to the conclusion that, not only did Corius somehow have his time travel abilities back, but he’d somehow gained the ability to drag other dragons through time with him, and must have dragged Dohithra to another location and time with him.

Dohithra didn’t have time to really considered the possible horrifying implications of that, (Exactly how far forwards or backwards in time did the cyborg take him?), as he found himself having to dodge another lunge from Corius, who’s jaws were aiming straight for Dohithra’s throat.

While Dohithra managed to move in time to make Corius miss his throat, he wasn’t quite quick enough to avoid him altogether.

Dohithra repressed every urge to yell out as sharp, metallic teeth sunk into his right shoulder. He refused to give this pathetic excuse for a cyborg the satisfaction of knowing he’d caused him pain.

Instead, Dohithra took all his pent up want to yell, and used it to lash back at Corius, clawing at the back of Corius’ neck, right where the silver colored scars were.

In retrospect, Dohithra shouldn’t have expected this to work, after all, it wasn’t like the cyborg was suppose to feel pain...

...But, despite the improbability of it all, the clawing actually caused Corius to let go and back off, screeching in what sounded like pain, and...

...Fear?

‘Of course~’ A wicked grin split across Dohithra’s face.

The scars, they were caused by Dohithra’s paternal father.

And while Dohithra didn’t share his father’s exact skin, (or lack there of), the resemblance was still unmistakable.

“Remember me~?” Dohithra taunted. “Did you really think you could hide forever~?”

There was absolutely no mistake, despite being a cyborg, the look in Corius’ eyes was fear.

A raw, feral, irrational fear, one that kept him from seeing that Dohithra wasn’t his father.

‘Unfortunately for you. Unlike him, I actually plan on finishing the job.’

Corius suddenly sprang forward without the slightest warning, only giving Dohithra a split second to dodge to the side.

Even if the cyborg was... somehow... feeling fear, it was still clear to Dohithra that Corius’ drive was, without a doubt, to kill.

"Seems you managed to grow SOME semblance of a spine in your last borrowed years of life...” Dohithra taunted again.

A mechanical growl filled with malice sounded from Corius, as he suddenly disappeared for a split second, only to suddenly reappear in front of Dohithra, ramming his head so hard into Dohithra’s skull, he’d managed to cause his forehead to split open and bleed.

Again and again, the cyborg vanished a few seconds into time, reappearing to lay blow after blow. There wasn’t much else Dohithra could do against the time traveler besides shield himself, brace himself for the next hit...

...And wait for his chance...

“Why- so angry-?” Dohithra asked between blows. “Did you see- What I had planned-? Take it- I was successful~?”

He grinned as Corius’ growl increased in volume, and smoke started leaking out between his jaws.

Seemed his theory that Corius’ earlier disappearing act was him blinking into the future to see just who he was, was correct.

“Wasn’t it glorious?!” Dohithra laughed. “All of them struck down my ME, you helpless to stop it-?!”

Corius suddenly lunged forward again, aiming squarely for Dohithra’s throat.

But his newfound extra rage now made him sloppy, as he ended up missing his mark...

‘Bingo.’

Seeing his chance, Dohithra quickly moved, his teeth snapping down on Corius’ throat, and then giving a quick, hard, single kick to the cyborg’s gut...

Corius cried out the most horrific, ear splitting scream Dohithra had ever heard, as the force ripped the underbelly scales on the bottom of Corius’ throat completely out.

It almost sounded like this cyborg COULD feel pain...

The next few moments felt like a blur to Dohithra, as he was choked by the most awful taste to ever grace his tongue. It was like a horrible mixture of oil, kerosene, and... blood. He couldn’t possibly wretch the vile stuff out of his mouth fast enough.

Then, Dohithra found himself thrown to the ground, as the cyborg forced Dohithra off of him. When Dohithra got his bearings back enough to look at him, he could see, to his surprise, in the gaping wound was both mechanical tubes and pistons... and living, breathing flesh.

But naturally, such a wound didn’t kill the cyborg. Even with the flesh and pain, his mechanical parts were keeping him running...

...But it didn’t change the fact that that shouldn’t BE. Corius was mostly machine. He wasn’t suppose to HAVE blood, OR feel pain.

There was something strange going on, and Dohithra wanted ANSWERS.

Dohithra slowly stood back up on his feet, looking over the pathetic form of the injured Corius.

Dohithra raised his claws, with the damage done to Corius’ lower neck, one quick, hard strike, and that head would come off. Cyborg or no cyborg, he wouldn’t survive his head being severed from his neck, and when Dohithra returned home, his father would GIVE him answers-

But, before Dohithra could lay the final blow, he suddenly found his body flying backwards, extreme pain flaring in his limbs as he was sent crashing backwards into the dirt.

Dohithra quickly attempted to get back up... only to find he couldn’t move his wings, nor his hind legs.

...In fact, he suddenly found that he couldn’t feel them at all...

As the smell of blood entered his nostrils, the sudden, horrifying thought entered Dohithra’s mind:

‘Did they get cut off?!’

Luckily, that fear was quickly dismissed, as Dohithra managed to turn his head to the side, and see one of his wings, limply and uselessly, but still very much attached, laying there.

‘Then what the Hell-?!’

“Jeez, pipsqueak. Can’t help bringing yer’ troubles down here, can ya’?” A new voice, one that Dohithra had never heard before, sighed.

Before Dohithra’s very eyes, the Skydancer literally materialized himself out of the surrounding fog.

“Nhhhh- Nii- Niighh...” Corius wheezed, attempting to form proper words seemed to be proving difficult with the giant hole in the bottom of his throat.

“Save it.” The Skydancer rolled his eyes “I’ll take it from here...”

The Skydancer approached Dohithra, moving with an unnatural silent, skilled grace that made him seem one with the fog around him.

...And judging by the blood on his claws, Dohithra had a good hunch that he was the one responsible for his now paralyzed limbs.

“So, what sort of problem do you have with our, pipsqueak, hm?” The Skydancer asked, lazily poking at Dohithra’s useless wings.

Dohithra only growled in response.

“Fine...S’pose it doesn’t matter if you wanna talk or not.” The Skydancer said, bending his head down to look Dohithra in the eye. “We don’t take kindly to those who go after our own-”

“NIGHTFLOWER, LOOK OUT!”

In that moment, Dohithra shot a bolt of ice at the Skydancer, hoping to spear it into his stupid, smug skull, when a small Pearlcatcher suddenly burst in, shoving the large Skydancer out of the way of the blast, as if he were nothing more then a rag doll.

Dohithra prepared to fire off another blast of ice, when the Pearlcatcher suddenly grabbed his snout, and SLAMMED it into the ground with the strength of a full grown guardian, effectively breaking his nose.

This... tiny little Pearlcatcher child... Somehow... Broke... his FUCKING nose...!

Dohithra could do nothing but internally curse as he found himself forced to breathe through his mouth to keep himself from suffocating.

“APTORIAN!”

Another Skydancer ran into the scene, despite his blindfolded face. It seemed the Skydancer knew the area well enough to navigate despite it...

“I-it’s-! It’s fine! I’m fine!” The Pearlcatcher, Aptorian said quickly. “Just some ice! It missed, and I fixed it!”

“Slippery little bastard...” The blue Skydancer, the one Aptorian called ‘Nightflower’ hissed.

A bigger and bigger commotion started to stir up, as even more, and more dragons started to gather around.

Now there were ten in total, all loudly and frantically talking to and over each other.

‘Just where were these dragons before?!’ Dohithra had to wonder. ‘This whole place was dead and empty!’

Suddenly, as if someone had flipped off a switch, the chatter ceased as one more dragon entered the crowded scene...

...Even Dohithra felt his blood run cold at the sight of the pale Tundra.

Something about him just... Screamed ‘NOT RIGHT!’...

...The same feeling Dohithra had felt once, when his mother had shown him her Shade infested pet...

The Tundra silently padded his way through the crowed, who all parted and made way for him, as he approached Corius.

“Cccc- Ccceeehhrrr- Ceee-” Corius wheezed.

“Shhh, easy, child...” The Tundra said softly.

In that moment, Dohithra could see the Tundra’s eyes... Somehow change from their violet color, to that of a dark blue.

The Tundra then paced his paw upon the hole in Corius’ neck, and a soft blue pulse washed over the cyborg.

Before his very eyes, Dohithra saw the flesh on Corius’ neck start to knit itself back together, until one could never tell that there’d been a wound there to begin with...

“Cerise...” Corius rasped as the Tundra gently patted him on the shoulder.

“Easy, easy. It’s alright now...” The Tundra, Cerise, continued to murmur. “Just breathe...”

Eventually, Cerise took his eyes off of Corius, and looked at Dohithra.

“Now... What do we have here?” Cerise asked, his voice still soft, but with an undeniable coldness to it.

Cerise’s eyes locked dead onto Dohithra’s. He couldn’t manage to make himself tear his gaze away, even though his entire body kept urging him to do so.

Suddenly, the corner of Cerise’s mouth twitched in a smirk.

“Well, how odd.” He said, the smallest hint of amusement in his voice. “Now what would a Chiss possibly be doing out here...?”