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xjackjackx · 10 months ago

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Alan Becker Analysis: Hazard's Mysteries (Or Maybe I'm Overthinking???)

Ok so unlike this last post about Victim and Glasses Guy / "Agent", this isn't really me bringing anything solid onto the table (well besides one or two things). This is just me overanalysing random shit that frankly is likely irrelevant.

Anyways this post is about Bathroom Sign Guy aka Hazard aka Warning aka Sign, the gray pictogram mercenary from Animator vs. Animation VI, and why he might have a deeper role (prob doesn't).

Part 1 - The Overthinking of Minor Details

Ok this is the part where I'm 100% convinced I'm just talking stupid shit due to rewatching the episodes too many times, but eh.

Let's start off with something... relatively normal actually, which I saw pointed out by others. When Chosen attacks the mers with lightning, Hazard has this shit happen to him:

This is... frankly weird and idk what it means. When Wanted first came out, this and his movement made me think Hazard was a robot, but since then I started believing he's just a normal stick figure like the others. Besides, this whole series is on a computer so everyone besides the Animator is an AI lol.

So if he's not a robot, perhaps Hazard is connected to technology, and thus taking away the ship's energy took away his? That's the only other thing I can think of.

The second one was actually told to me by a friend, and tbh even in this whole post this might be the biggest stretch, but I still think this is worth bringing up. When Orange and Chosen return to the Outernet, Hazard is seen looking... somewhere.

(btw agent looks so stupid here lmfao)

The most likely answer is that he is simply looking around, like Agent and Primal - the cave drawing - are seen doing like immediately afterwards. But my friend did point out that it could easily look like Hazard is looking up - in which case, he could've possibly noticed Chosen and Orange, and then chose to not tell the other mercenaries until Agent notices them and thus forces Haz to intervene. Likely just huge overthinking of a one-off scene, but still.

The last one from Wanted is this shot of the Mercenaries in the elevator.

In this scene, Hazard briefly looks at Ballista - the pixel gremlin - and then proceeds to look away when the little guy stares back at him. Is it most likely them just finding the awkward elevator silence uncomfortable? Probably yea, but it could also be a sign of Hazard and Ballista having a rocky relationship - we see Ballista is pretty aggressive, so maybe Hazard is nervous around such a batshit crazy dude?

In "The Box", the first Hazard scene worth talking about is the first of his reactions to Victim's torture of Chosen.

We know he is a mercenary and a villain, so it should be expected that he's a cruel bastard, but still, falling asleep while watching torture is just another level. What kind of shit did Hazard see, or do himself, that he finds Victim's actions purely boring?

...and yet, just a few moments more later, Hazard has an actual reaction to Victim pulling out a lasso.

Now, the three dots - and thus, Hazard's silence of a reaction - could mean anything. Maybe he's still bored, just awake now. Maybe he's curious to see what will happen. Maybe he has actual standards. But it's still interesting to see that Victim's lasso got a reaction out of Hazard (meanwhile Ballista just crosses his arms, prob in curiosity or impatience, while Primal stays completely still - I'll get to their personalities later).

Similarly, Victim ordering Agent to clone him also gets a small reaction out of Hazard, his head jumping a little (I don't know how else to call it).

This time, it's definitely just shock/curiosity/surprise that Vic is doing something new, and/or that the Box lets you clone people, but still worth pointing out.

A long time later, we finally get something worthy of note from Hazard, that I actually find interesting. While the other mercs are too busy looking through Chosen's memories, Hazard notices Orange returning.

I feel like this was actually an intentional choice. Like, why make all the mercs focused on Chosen's memories, excluding only one of them - and it's not even the most important mercenary that's the big bad's right hand? Also, why is Hazard so far away from the other mercenaries? While I consider this whole section of the post just major overthinking, this one moment specifically is actually pretty sus to me.

Now, to close off this section, there is Haz's reaction to Super Orange.

Mainly, how he and Victim are the only ones who are inarguably scared/panicking. Primal just leans in like "de fuk", Ballista flinches once and then watches in silence, while Agent double checks on both the small and large monitor. Primal and Agent are confused, Ballista is shocked(? idk how to call it), but Hazard and Vic are the only ones with a true "OH SHIT" reaction. What this means? Idk, again this whole section is just overthinking things.

Thankfully we can leave the part where I talk meaningless shit and get into the parts that hopefully actually have a point.

Part 2 - Hazard and His (Lack of) Personality

Another part I noticed since Wanted first dropped (part of the reason why I first thought Haz was a robot) was that, compared to the other mercs, he has so little personality... which might be intentional.

I mean, Agent. He also doesn't showcase a lot of himself, but we still see that he's cool, calm, loyal to Victim, kind of a taunting asshole who plays with his victims instead of instantly getting serious, and despite it all, not unbreakable - He panicked when Chosen attacked him with the iceberg, and he was caught off-guard by Super Orange like everyone else.

Ballista probably has the most personality out of everyone. His body language shows emotion pretty much all the time: most specifically, anger. Whether it's his fighting style, his pose, or walk cycle, Ballista is pissed off 24/7. It's implied it even makes his co-workers nervous. At the same time, the grin he flashes when jumping off the ship in Wanted shows he enjoys his job.

Primal is second only to Hazard in lack of personality, but there's definitely still something there. Mainly, is that he's a very fight-focused person that is basically an empty shell outside it. He's so ready to fuck up a rhino in Wanted, and sharpens his spear for another hunt while bored, but outside of fighting Orange?... he's pretty dull. Only a bit more emotional than Hazard. He seems like a Kraven-type character who just wants to hunt the biggest prey possible, while having zero life outside it. Also he has a Hulk-style form which reduces him to an animal sapience-wise.

Hazard, though? He uhh... he wants to get Chosen, is very focused on completing the job, and that's kinda it. He's such a blank it feels intentional. Perhaps he has his own goals and is hiding them?

Part 3 - He's Either Holding Back or He's Fucking Useless

Yea not gonna sugarcoat this. There has to be some sort of big reveal of Hazard's true power in later episodes, or this dude's so weak it's laughable to think he's supposed to be a threat.

I mean, Agent has a toolbar that makes him a Mini-Animator, and he can pause anything and anyone. Ballista can shapeshift his body and pull weapons out of his ass. Primal has a stronger form that can pick up a rhino without difficulty, and he probably has more.

Hazard?

He, uh... is good at dodging. He also has this one Shock Sign that killed a bird. Yeah.

Ngl if this is all Hazard has then it's impossible for me to see him as a threat on par with the other mercs, or even Victim. Hell, I wouldn't even be able to see him as above the Stick Gang in strength, with how slow Orange was in that scene compared to his fights in the AvM Shorts.

So yeah, on top of possibly hiding his true personality/hidden motives, Hazard was most likely holding back heavily in Wanted, which only makes him more mysterious.

Part 4 - The End

So, this is kinda it. Was Part 1 all overthinking, or did I get a few things right? Is Hazard actually hiding something, or does he only show little personality because none of his scenes let him show off anything? Is he holding back his true strength, or is he actually weak?

Frankly idk, but I am excited to see where things go with this guy, as he has tons of potential.

#animator vs animation #alan becker #ava hazard #ava mercenaries #ava the chosen one #ava victim #me overthinking things #because of course #but fr this dude has so much potential #so do the other mercs #i'm actually more interested to see them rather than victim in future episodes

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eichan2d · 12 days ago

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Am I going to justify a man? Yes, ashamedly. I'm being to impatient with myself posting this before making an illustration for it? Absolutely, I'll add it later if someday I draw it. BUT here is...

A Darizzie fanfic

Continuation of Kitty's diary (I'm doing it from memory, I really don't want to read it again).

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The soda dripped from Daring’s hair, the laugh at his back woke him up from his shock, so annoying that anyone could recognize it, he saw Kitty minutes before on the lobby, but didn't expect to be a victim of one of her stupid jokes in that moment, he turned furious to look at her, finding instead just a smile that vanished moments before and two empty seats, which was weird because when he saw Kitty, she was with Lizzie. Then it hit him, it wasn't just another prank, his eyes roamed the place looking for the future queen, catching her on the way to the exit, fast but without running, keeping her regalness as always.

“I’ll go to the bathroom.” The words came out without looking at his companion.

“I shouldn't wait for you, right?” Duchess question finally made him look at her, meeting his worry with her anger. “Aaand this isn't about revenge. You should hurry then.”

And so he did, running after Lizzie to the exit of the building, shouting her name which only made her go faster.

“Please! Listen please!” He reached her hand, once away from the crowd, a little inside the enchanted forest. She quickly got rid of and turned to face him, with gritting teeths and glassy eyes. “There’s a misunderstanding.”

“I'm absolutely aware of it. I thought you changed, I thought we had something but it turned out it was all that, A MISUNDERSTANDING.” The tears finally came down her cheeks, ruining her painted heart.

“No, I… I'm not sure what exactly you thought, but if you think that me and Duchess… there's nothing between us! Well, nothing romantically.”

She just looked at his eyes, hoping for a good explanation.

“Well, since about 2 or 3 years ago, I found that Duchess was a fan of this saga of movies, we talked for a long time about it and we always go to watch every movie of the franchise from that day on.”

“That's the stupidest excuse I ever heard in my life.”

“I know Lizzie that I have a past, one where I enjoyed the damsel’s attention, but I never actually went out with them. The only one was Apple and that was because of our destiny, our families.” He reached to take Lizzie's hands again, involving them in his. “I've never had something as serious and as real as what we have, because there was no misunderstanding, WE have something and it's the greatest something I've ever experienced. I know I don't deserve the trust, but I'll do anything to earn it.”

The princess looked at his hands, then to his eyes, they looked sincere, like the time when he explained about the bet, and that time he wasn't lying.

“You'll have to work a lot for it.” Both smiled tenderly to each other.

“I told you, anything.”

“Kneel and beg for it.”

Without letting time for her to clarify he did it, he knew it could be just a joke of hers or maybe she really expected him but he didn't mind do it and the action was the perfect way to show her how important she was to him. “Please, please, please forgive me and give me a chance.” The prince implored without letting go of her hands.

“I guess I can't refuse if you ask me that way.” She responded between sobs and nervous chuckles.

“Thank you.” He got up to make a reverence, finally letting go of her hands.

“Wanna go back to the movie? I'll go to my room. Not really in form to be looked at right now.”

“Well, me neither.” Answered the price while touching his wet hair. “Guess that makes us the perfect companion to the other until we get in the castle. We can say a magical rain cloud attacked us.”

Lizzie giggled at that, “Yeah, that's a good idea.”

And so they both walked to the dorms, rubbing their hands every few steps. Ever After wasn't ready yet to know the truth about their reputations.

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Idk, just been obsessed with them, tomorrow I have an exam and I just wanted to finish this.

#darizzie #daring charming #lizzie hearts #lizzie x daring #daring x lizzie #dizzie #fanfic #ever after high

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sgt-scottymoreau · 6 months ago

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Minor Setback - CIAJ

Summary: Patience is a virtue they say, but for a long can someone remain patient when everything seems to stay still? Soap is about to face the consequence of impatient. Ghost just want him to stay alive and no be reckless for once. On her side, Scotty try to help them all while struggeling with more feelings.

Warning: None

Words: 4.6k // Part1 - Part 2 // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: I made some sketches/design drawing about this AU, I'll post them later!

Since that day, Scotty had been slightly more avoidant of Soap. Talking about what happened that night was out of the question. It wasn’t the fight in itself or the butterflies she had in her stomach for hours afterwards when she was in bed rethinking of their closeness. His hand on hers, his muscles twitching as he kept her pinned on the mat. That she could handle and accept. It was the idea, a crazy one, that he would see her as a potential third pilot. It was out of the question to be in control of the metal monster ever again. On top of this, she was already against the idea of letting one person her head, two? Never! Every time Soap would start even mentioning the possibility of drifting, she stopped him right here and there.

“Do you want me to tell him to stay away?” Ghost proposed.

“No!” Scotty replied, planting her fork in the mash potato. “I don’t want him to be away. I just need him to let go of the idea that I would be somehow able to drift with you. Like… I'm a mechanic for fuck sake, I probably got lucky that night.”

Bullshit. Ghost knew it was. He didn’t see the fight nor fought himself, but how Soap described it, it was obvious to him as well. Difference is he knew she had her reason to want to stay secretive and would let her. He was the same. “Talking of which, how are the tryouts going?”

“Not so well. We have good candidates that are on standby for a potential three person drift. Soap’s condition is improving but… I don’t want to risk anything yet.” Ghost chewed on his food, jaw tense at the idea that it could all go wrong. “We are discussing maybe having Price or Gaz to see if the cadets can handle the new system.”

“That sounds like a good option. We finally finished removing all the interior of Tanker’s Conn-Pod. Tomorrow we should start rebuilding the motion center. It seems all is falling into place.” They both agreed on that. The more concrete some part of the project looked, the more hope they had that it would workout.

Later that day, Soap was at the infirmary, sat on the bed, waiting for his brain scan result. It has been four weeks since the last one. Almost two months since the fatal accident. Fidgeting with his fingers, head down, he only hoped for the best. The doctor entered the room with the pictures and placed them on the light board. He pointed out a few parts with a smile. Soap was on a good slope. However, the doctor still restricted him to no Drift. The Scotsman held down the few swears and rage that was boiling inside him. If he was doing better, why did he still have to stay on the bench? He did his best to keep a positive attitude all the time, but this kind of news really took him down. He was so frustrated with himself. He left the wing ready to punch a wall. It was easy to say that he wasn’t ready yet, but what if he was? If they never connected him to the Neural Handshake again, no one will ever know. Obviously, they all preferred to play it safe. Soap was done playing safe.

Two days after his irrational decision, Soap wandered on the maintenance bay asking if anyone had seen Scotty around. Other technicians pointed to the cockpit. He found, deep inside what seemed to be the new skeleton of the motion system. He called her over. Scotty lifted her head and waved at him. She would be back up in a minute. A quick wielding work, climbed through the scaffolding and she was at his level. “What do you want?”

“I was passing by and I was wondering if you would like to walk with me.” He smiled. Scotty frowned.

“Walking? Where? In town? Here?”

“Here. Well not here here, but around the dome… Look I just want someone to talk to that is not Ghost.”

“Oh, how come?”

Soap shrugged without really having any reasons. He just wanted to. Scotty told him that it was fine, she needed to get changed first. Her uniform was full of grease and not very comfortable to walk in after she just spent ten hours in it. That wasn’t a problem. They made a quick stop to her quarter and went on with a small stroll in the building. She mindlessly followed him, listening to what he had to say, commenting on some points, and kept him updated with her predictions when Tanker would be ready. The casual thing. She should have paid more attention to where he was dragging her because when the computer screens came into vision, Scotty’s mind went on high alert. Next to them stood a mock-up version of what was inside the Jaegers’s Conn-Pod on a much smaller scale. Soap closed and locked the door behind them. She turned around to look at him. “Soap, what the fuck do you have in mind?”

“Everyone tells me I’m not ready, now is not the time, it could be dangerous.” Soap walked to the computer and started to type some commands in it. “I say, I am.”

“No! This is a terrible idea!” He didn’t listen to her, grabbed the helmet on the stand and handed it to her. Scotty grabbed it still under shock. “Soap, don’t do this!”

“It’s alright! I’m not doing it alone.”

It hit her. He was planning to drift with her. Scotty placed the helmet back on the hook. “No, no, no! I’m not doing this, you are not doing. We are not! I won’t let you.”

“Too afraid to have someone in your head?”

“No! … Yes! That’s not the point! What if something bad happened to you?”

Soap chuckled, placing the helmet on his head. Felt a little tight, it has been a while. Scotty was having none of it. She headed back to the door, unlocked it but a hand grabbed her arm. Soap plunged his blue eyes in hers, pleading his case. Just this time, just once. If anything went bad, he would accept that he was not ready. She was upset and torn between the fact that he was right. There was no way to know till he jumped in the simulator. On the other hand, things could go terribly wrong. Soap promised that all would be fine. That and whatever he will find in the drift, he wouldn’t mention. She bit her lip. “Ok.” She let out.

Scotty walked back to the simulator, placed the helmet on her head. Soap had his confident smile, reassuring her that it would be ok. Scotty was not so sure about it. He pressed the button to start the countdown. 5… 4… 3… Scotty focused her mind on nothing. It was hard, but maybe she would be able to keep everything under control. 2… 1… The familiar sensation of falling back, to be absorbed into another dimension. Pulled through this strange tunnel and pushed back with such force. A farm with a family… Warm day in a land surrounded by green on top of a hill… Kids running on the football field towards the goal… These were Soap’s memories.

Rainy days jumping in puddles… A father running to his kids in an army uniform… The smell of flowers on a new spring day… Her memories.

Scotty was pushed back to reality, her vision adjusting back to the room around them. Nausea caught her by the throat, she quickly took a few deep breaths. Her head felt heavy, like someone was crushing it strongly between their hands. She had forgotten how it was let someone inside. Slowly, she turned her head to check on Soap. He was standing, his eyes focused in front of him. His hands were holding on to the center panel between them. He pushed himself up, a little more steadily. They looked at each other and for a moment, they felt it. They connected. A quick glance at the screen in front of her, their waves were synchronized and stable. Despite the pounding against her skull, Scotty saw it. He looked sweaty, short of breath and shaking. A sharp pain pierced both of them in the chest.

The crushing of the jaw against the metal structure, the sensation of weightlessness, his back hitting the door lock, his head being almost impaled by a rode, a very sharp pain…

The weightlessness… her hand desperately reached for the life pod ejection in vain… Johan called out for her to brace for impact… Sudden deceleration…

Blackness covered her mind for a second. Scotty grabbed on the upper panel in front of her, her eyes frantically looking at the screen. They were misaligned and the neural load was horrific! A loud thud resonated on her right. Her hand slammed the emergency button. The simulation stopped right away. In a frenzy, she removed the helmet, ran to the entrance door, slammed on the intercom to call out for help and returned to Soap. She took off the helmet, throwing it away without any care. She placed his head on her lap. His nose was bleeding, he was shaking. “Oh no no, Soap, come on! John please!” She panicked, tears in her eyes.

“How the fuck could you!” He shouted, fist clenched. Price was between him and the poor mechanic who was still crying. Price knew Ghost wouldn’t get physical, it wasn’t his style but better safe than sorry.

“I’m sorry! I told him it was a bad idea! I tried to stop him!” She cried back for the hundred times. Gaz was keeping her up, hands on her shoulders. Since he knew her it was the first time he saw so distressed.

“You didn’t try hard enough! Fucking hell! That’s all your fault!”

“Enough!” Price’s voice boomed in the room. These two were causing such a scene that no medical personnel dared to approach the group. “Simon, I want you to take a breath and calm down. This is not her fault, not entirely, let Soap explain himself when he wakes up.”

This only eased up the tension temporarily. Scotty didn’t blame Ghost for being angry at her. She should have put her foot down and refused firmly to go on with Soap’s idea. She should have left the room and told anyone about his dangerous plan. In retrospect, it made sense when Soap told her he didn’t want Ghost around. The Brit would have stopped him quickly. However he couldn’t put all the blame on her. How was Scotty supposed to know he would have a seizure! When the doctor came back once again in the room and asked who had let this happen, Ghost didn’t hesitate to point at her. The doctor shook his head, disappointed, yet barring good news. No further damage to the brain, he had been lucky. He allowed the team to go in the room.

Soap was looking out the window. The sun was setting in the distance with a beautiful mirroring image on the ocean. Lethargic, his head turned towards the door as his friends stepped in. Even from afar, Soap could tell that Ghost was pissed. The way he walked to his side, oh he was in for some chewing. “What the fuck where you thinking!” His tone was firm but never rose up. “Are you trying to kill yourself?”

“Of course not.” Soap’s voice was weak. He was still recovering. “But I’m tired of people telling me I can’t do anything when I know I can. Simon, it worked!”

“Like hell it did. Look at you. Look where you are for fuck sake!”

Soap’s hands clenched on the bed sheets. “This is just a minor setback. It was my first time back into the simulator. It will be better next time.”

“There won't be a next time Mr. MacTavish.” The Marshal entered the room, hands behind his back, posture fully straight and a strict look. As soon as the news reached that one of his rangers found himself again at the infirmary in an almost critical state, of course he would come in person. “You are grounded. The modification on Bravo Tanker will remain active, but you. Even if your condition gets better, you are forbidden to pilot till I say so. Did I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.” Soap mumbled under his breath. The Marshal then demanded Price and Gaz to follow him, they had to discuss possible deployment plans now that it seemed like his second main Jaeger will be staying in the garage for a little longer. Scotty was uneasy, uncertain what to do. Ghost and Soap were looking at each other in silence. Maybe it was better to give them some room. Without a word, she turned around ready to leave, but someone grabbed her upper arm. The amber eyes pierced her brown one with intensity. Ghost asked her to stay, he wanted to talk. All three of them. He sat her on the bed and he watched both, very disappointed. At least his rage was gone. Soap’s eyes avoided his, focused on his legs hidden under the blanket. “It worked.” He let out after a few minutes of silence.

“It did not, Johnny. If it had you wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m not talking about me jumping in the simulator, Simon. I’m talking about her.”

Scotty’s head perked up. He was pointing at her with a weak smile. “What worked?” She asked, confused.

“We were stable. We drifted, we were on the same length… till that stupid memory came back. I threw us off.” It was impossible to forget the sensation, how real it was. Scotty felt what Soap did as if she had been in the cockpit. That fraction of seconds where it all played was the reason she had been accidently also thrown off the rail as well. Maybe after all, it was partially her fault if Soap found himself in the infirmary again? “I have a question. Who is Johan?”

She tensed up at the name. Her hands crisped on her knees, head looking down. Of course, if she saw his memories, he saw hers. So he saw the one that made her lose all control before his seizure. “My… My old co-pilot… I used to pilot, yes.”

The lack of reaction on their part made her guess they figured this much even before. Obviously, if he was asking he saw everything and knew. Scotty didn’t remember the last time she openly talked about what happened that day. Soap connected the dots; this is what had upset her after their fight. He lived that memory and understood why she kept it secret. Scotty decided to let it all out. She explained how they had been deployed to protect the coast near Dunkerque. One massive category three who gave them more trouble than expected. It found a way to be too close from the beach and they had to evacuate anyone in a three kilometer radius. Roughly similar to what happened to Bravo Tanker, their Jaeger integrity has been compromised. They received back up but it was far too late. The kaiju used its heavy tail to slam one last attack as it turned to face its new opponent. The tail hit directly in the structure of the neck already heavily damaged. This hit was enough to decapitate the poor mecha. The sensation of free fall grabbed them by the stomach. During the long seconds of it, they tried to use their life pod, hoping this would absorb the shock better. The Conn-Pod came crashing on the shore, seventy-six meters below. When she regained awareness of everything around her, she had a broken arm, half hanging from her station. Everything else was broken; spark bursting from loose cables, metal pieces bent, broken, sharpened. With much effort, Scotty manually removed the harness holding her and fell against the broken visor of the mecha; their window to the world. Which in itself was quite a fall and she landed on her bad arm. She cried out in pain. A weak voice called for her. Ignoring her injury, the pilot pushed herself up to see where it came from. The vision she found forever scarred her. Johan was there, laying on the sand, a pipe lodged in his neck. Blood gurgled from his mouth as he desperately tried to reach out for her. His eyes filled with fear. Scotty kneeled next to him frantically trying to save him, but what could she do? He was lucky… or unlucky that the pipe didn’t reach all the way to the back. He would have died instantly. He weakly reached for her hand and in a twisted turn of event, they realized they were still connected to each other. His fear and pain was hers, hers his. She felt him slowly drifting away, thinking of his wife and kids at home. Tell them I love them please. Tell them I’ll always watch over them. Then it all stopped. No more fear nor pain. Not more breath nor warm. Silent and cold. His hand slipped from hers, the life in his eyes faded into a glassy look.

“The kaiju had been taken care of in the meantime and the medical team was able to evacuate us. But it was too late. He had been dead for ten minutes. I was incapable of saving him.” Tears rolled down her cheeks again. She wiped them quickly. The two men remained speechless; they didn’t know what to say. Yet they understood why she refused the pilot again. After that, she struggled hard with survivor guilt to the point she wasn’t capable of letting go. Every simulation was a failure because of this memory which haunted her every waking moment of the day. So she gave up and took a job as J-tech. Ghost sat next to her, his hand reached to rest on her leg as a comforting gesture. Soap’s fingers brushed on her hand and held her. All her pain and sadness was suddenly replaced by confusion. Scotty knew they wanted to show support by these gestures, however her brain had all the wrong signals. Why were we doing this? Was there something more behind it?

“I’m sorry to hear.” Ghost let out. Their eyes met for a second; for someone who was pissed at her not even twenty minutes ago he showed so much kindness in his gaze.

“Thanks for sharing it with us.” Soap reassured. “We understand if you don't want to pilot, but you looked pretty good at it.”

She smiled, understanding his meaning. He also caught a glimpse of her fights. “I’ll never pilot again.”

“You should really reconsider.”

Two weeks laters, after almost ten hours shift over another one, none stop working between days and nights, fighting logistics to make sure all parts would be on time and in good conditions, the new interior was done. Bravo Tanker was officially ready to welcome three pilots onboard. Some touch up where needed, especially in the calibration system. They had to make sure that each pilot would share an equal amount of load. They tried different test runs on how the Jaeger would react to certain percentages input; so far every test came back with good results. To the whole crew it meant everything, their hard work, had paid off. The true test would be so to see in action and not some simulation, but everyone was quite happy.

Soap had learned his lesson and accepted once and for all to stay patient. Because of his permanent grounding, the Marshal had put the recruiting on hold. He wouldn’t accept reckless behavior without consequences. The Scotsman kept it to the minimum, physical training only in moderation. Despite all that, he did find a new training partner.

Scotty kept her word; no piloting. However with the truth out, she felt lighter, a burden lifted and more open to return to some old habits. She wasn’t afraid anymore to be in the Kwoon room. Not that she ever had been that much, but it always felt like someone would know her secret. Only her superiors were aware of her past rank. This allowed Ghost to feel what Soap had.

They trained together four times in that period. Each time, it was the same. The same connection, same dance, same feeling. Depending on the martial art they chose that session, it often ended in a tie or with one winner, but the score was so close. The fencing sword stopped right under his chin. “4-3. I won!” She grinned out of breath. Ghost admitted his defeat. His arms dropped on each side, exhausted by the intense workout. He walked away to get some water. Soap handed a towel to Scotty. An idea crossed his mind.

“I dare you to jump on him.” He whispered.

“What? Why?”

“Oh you know, a surprise attack. Let's see if he can predict that.”

Hmm what did she have to lose? The mat tempered her steps so it was easy to sneak close. With a small run-up, she launched herself. Ghost looked over his shoulder, turned just enough to grab on her wrist, flung her above him. Scotty’s back hit the mat roughly, she deserved that. He took the opportunity to sit on her. “He will get you in trouble every time, love. Stop listening to him.” He smirked behind the mask.

The smile on her face dropped. “Love?”

“Don’t like it? I thought I could try since you and Soap seem to be so keen on pet names.”

“Uh.. No, no it’s fine.” Her cheeks burned. These two! She really wished she could know what game they were playing because she was getting more and more mixed signals. Maybe she should tell them the truth? Maybe, some day.

The next day, the kaiju alert rang through the building.

Ghost and Soap were talking with the Marshal as it happened. The man told them to follow him to the LOCCENT. Being grounded didn’t mean they couldn’t follow what was happening. Arriving in the room, the Marshal was quickly greeted by a woman who looked scared. With reason. The reading on the screen showed the category of the monster. The first ever Category Four in the region. From the data they had from other ones that showed up around the world, these were thought bastard. The Marshal had to consider his options. His strongest Jaeger was inoperative. But his newer teams were now fully capable alone. One Jaeger would be too little, two acceptable, three safest. Three out of five. If anything happened to all of them, he lost more than half his defense. They wouldn’t be able to protect the coast effectively.

“Bravo Brawler, Vulcan Striker, Fury Hunter get ready for deployment.” He ordered through the intercom.

The three Jaegers were quickly dispatched to the last known location of the beast. From there it went from bad to worse. This kaiju was taller and larger than the mechas, it was robust and strong. It barely took him five minutes to destroy one Jaeger. Fury Hunter, the last of the Mark-3 the Shatterdome hosted. It was too slow to react. The kaiju’s carapace made any regular blow almost ineffective. Bravo Brawler tried the missile but missed the target by a few meters as it squirmed away. One moment of inattention was all it needed to strike on another Jaeger taking her down.

In the LOCCENT tension was rising by the minute. The Marshal kept his composure despite his mind being crushed when the second announcement came up. He just lost two Jaegers. Four pilots, dead. Soap was restless, arms crossed, bouncing on his heels. He knew what had to be done. They couldn’t waste more time or life. His eyes went to the Marshal then to Ghost who had the same expression through his balaclava. His eyes spoke of the anxiety that was crippling on everyone's minds. “You have to let us assist!” The Scotsman spoke up.

“No. If you steps in-”

“If we don’t do anything, Price and Gaz are going to die!” He cut off the Marshal. “By the time you make your decision, this Kaiju will have reached the shore and killed us. Either way, there’s a chance I die!”

“Johnny, we are not going!” Ghost intervened. “We don’t even have our third pilot!”

“Yes we do! Scotty is the perfect match and you know it!”

“Ms. Moreau?” The Marshal was confused. “She is a J-tech.”

“She was a pilot and she is the only one who can help us right now!”

“Soap, we can risk-”

“Give me a break, Ghost! We have to try or more people will die! If I die, at least I tried and didn’t stay still doing nothing!”

Ghost’s expression hardened. His reasoning was right. They had to make a choice now.

Scotty was in the Conn-Pod refining some tuning on the calibration system. Heavy stepfoot echoed around. Suddenly, more technicians poured inside. She froze up for a moment. What was going on? A tech told her to follow him to the Drivesuit Room, this only added to her confusion. In the room, she was greeted by an already fully suited and armored Ghost and Soap. It has been ages since they wore the ‘uniform’. “Can anyone tell me what is going on?”

“Suit up.” Soap smiled, throwing a suit to her.

She awkwardly catched it, totally taken aback by the situation. Suit up? Hold on! They weren’t going to go fight this new category four were they? With her? Ghost noticed her moment of hesitation. “No time to waste Scotty. Price and Gaz need us, come on.”

“I-I can’t! I can’t pilot again.” Tears blurred her vision. Too many emotions took her by the throat in a second. Soap held her by the shoulders.

“It’s going to be alright. We will be there for you, we will support you.” He gave her a pat and jogged towards the Conn-Pod, too excited to be back in the action. Ghost stopped next to her. He lifted her chin, whipped a tear with his thumb.

“You can trust us. Also, you know there’s no way we can change his mind now so better indulge him. Even if it kills him…”

Scotty was left alone, suit in hands and stunned by the gesture Ghost made. She looked at the circuit prints on it, the fabric felt like an old dream under her fingertips. She could push through and save the day or she could back down but this would mean the death of so many, including people she deeply cared about? No. This war had taken too much already and it was time she stopped playing cowards. In record speed, she changed from her technician clothes to the full armor of a pilot. It was heavier than she remembered, not that she minded at the moment. She walked determined to join up with the other two. They had a smile on their face as she walked in, helmet under her arm. Ghost took his place on the right as usual, Soap setting up his side on the left. This was their regular formation. Scotty stopped him.

“Let us handle the load, you take the third seat.” She said in a tone that left no room for talk back. “We are the strong base, you are at the top. For now we are your support, just like a triangle.”

“Now it is not the time for a shape lecture.” Ghost chuckled.

All three pilots locked themselves to their respective harness. Everything secured and held in place, it was time to plunge. The onboard AI made the countdown. 15 seconds to Neural Handshake. Scotty took a deep breath, it was time to see if all their efforts in the previous months were worth it. 5…4…3…2…1 Neural Handshake initiated.

#cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #cod au #pacific rim #cod oc #call of duty oc #oc:camille scotty moreau #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost x scotty x soap #ghoap x oc #au:cherry in a jaeger

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natelia-aldelliz · 2 years ago

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Guys... Listen I know I said I'd draw something for valentine's day but I had a bit of a rough week sooooo I'm just going to write it out instead, maybe I'll finish drawing it some day, maybe not. It's behind a show more because it's long.

(also there's talks about having sex but no actual sex, and like, general warnings about Ghost's backstory but it's very vague here).

Soap was hanging around outside, trying to bring himself to do something, anything. But the weather was nice for a February day, and the sun was out, and it was making him feel like a cat basking in the heat.

An arm wrapped itself around his shoulders, a huge body suddenly weighing on him. Ghost.

Soap hummed comfortably. This day was getting better by the minute. Any chill he might have felt from being outside in a tank top out of pure Scottish spite was instantly soothed.

Simon often times saw himself as a cold man, freezing to the touch, hidden behind a layer of ice. A proper little Elsa, Soap almost snorted out loud. The truth was that while yes, his fingers and toes' temperature was sometimes abysmal, especially in bed, the rest of him was the warmest place Johnny had ever been.

"I've got something for you in our room," Ghost whispered against his throat, making Soap shiver.

Simon had begun calling Soap's room theirs a few weeks ago and Johnny couldn't have enough of it. He was so in love it genuinely hurt sometimes to restrain himself from squeezing him to death.

"Is that so?" he purrs, knowing how Ghost likes that. If this day didn't end in sex he'd be very surprised. He'd long learned to recognize when Simon wanted sex and when he didn't, and the way he squeezed his pec in response to his voice was a very easy tell.

But then again Simon was way less subtle than he thought he was.

They made their way back to their room, and there it was, a repurposed shoebox, badly wrapped with cheap wrapping paper. Johnny couldn't be more excited, he had never received any gift from a significant other. To be fair he adored gifting but always felt awkward receiving.

But this was Simon. Something that Simon had chosen to give him.

He sat on the bed, leaving enough space behind him for Ghost to sit there so he could use him as a very comfortable backrest. When he did, he grabbed the gift and began opening it.

He knew that Ghost liked to tear the wrapping paper, liked the sound of it and liked tearing it into the smallest pieces possible after, but he himself loved carefully unwrapping it and folding it flat so he could later maybe do an origami with it or put a piece in his journal. Probably both.

This one was full of tape but he still very much enjoyed himself, considered it a challenge. He enjoyed the chase, wanted to drag it on. Ghost huffed impatiently behind him, a bit tense, probably nervous.

Inside the box was a weird old fashioned clunky thing. It was bright red, looked slightly like binoculars, definitely from the 70's, with a wheel of tiny pictures wedged in the top of it. Memories hit him all at once.

"Oh my god ah remember, my Ma had one of these when ah was a child! My sister and I loved it, it had pretty landscapes in!"

He put it against his eyes, excited to see what this one came with. At his biggest surprise, it was a picture of them. Simon had customised it.

The picture showed the back of himself a bit further away from the camera, pointing at something while in full gear, in a dilapidated town, Ghost's face in the foreground looking at the camera. It looked like Soap was talking to someone, but that person was cut by the framing.

"Wait, ah remember that mission, it's when ah saved Gaz from a landmine just to be shot seconds later," he laughed. "ah spent two fucking weeks in the hospital, ah was miserable. Ye kept joking ah should hiv left Gaz explode while staring at him, he was convinced ye actually wanted him dead!"

Then the next picture was indeed him in his hospital bed, unconscious but the state of his injuries told him he was probably just sleeping at least a few days after his admission, his life no longer in danger. In this one, Ghost was sleeping too, head in his elbow near Soap's head and his other hand holding Soap's hand.

"Who took this one?" Soap asked, moved by the tenderness of Ghost's hold on him in the picture. It would have been right after Johnny had admitted to maybe liking him more than friends, before they were officially dating.

"The hospital one?"

Soap hummed.

"Price did. Said it was for blackmail. Should have seen him, he looked like his child had just married the person of their dreams and had ridden off into a rainbow on a unicorn or some shit. Old man's sentimental as fuck, but I didn't call him on his bullshit, he's already old, that's punishment enough."

Soap giggled in response. The next few pictures were all of them together but each time he was either turning his back or asleep.

"Why the fuck am ah never looking at the camera?" he whined. He wanted some cute couple pictures, dammit!

"Couldn't have you suspecting what I was planning," Simon said, kissing his shoulder soothingly. Only then Soap noticed that he had taken his mask off at some point and turned to ask for a proper kiss, which he immediately got.

"Keep going, there's more pictures," Simon whispered against his lips when he tried to turn around to kiss him some more. His pouting only got him a smirk in response, so he got comfortable again and brought the slide viewer back against his eyes.

He was happy he did. The next picture waiting for him was just Simon in the mirror, almost in full gear, but with one gloveless hand dragging his trousers down so the camera could see the bottom of his stomach, follow along his happy trail and reaching the very top of his pubic hair. The picture cut of his head, but he could see that his mouth was uncovered and he was holding the glove with his teeth.

Soap groaned. "Steaming Jesus, love, you're so hot."

He felt Simon hide his face in the back of his neck, warmer than usual, and chuckled a bit. He loved him so fucking much.

There were four more pictures of Simon, in various suggestive poses and states of undress, some almost showing his cock but never quite committing, making Johnny feel like he was being teased.

He was getting hard though and so ready to be done with the pictures and access the real thing. But Simon was still tense behind him. In fact, he had only gotten tenser and tenser with each click.

Soap was unsure why. They never had a problem with their sexual life, Simon had already changed his mind about having sex after starting and Soap had absolutely no problem with that, was glad to hug him instead and reassure him when he had tried to apologize.

Simon knew that there was no pressure, ever, to have sex. Hell, Johnny would still be happy even if Simon decided that he never wanted to have sex again, and he had made sure to make Simon understand that.

Then he got to the last picture and immediately understood.

It wasn't a picture of either of them, just a little bit of paper, with a few words written in Ghost's awful handwriting.

Just a few words that made Johnny drop the viewer on the covers and turn around to grab Simon's face, worriedly looking in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking for any trace of Simon forcing himself. "Baby, ah'm happy to bottom for the rest of mah life, there's no pressure, okay?"

Simon looked at him with warmth in his eyes and his cheeks completely red, a wrapping bow added on top of his head. "I know," he said simply. "I just want to. I don't want to be haunted by memories anymore. I used to like it, and I want to like it again. With you. Just.... Be gentle, okay?"

Johnny kissed his forehead. "Ah dinnae think ah ken how no tae be gentle with ye, love."

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #listen i'm sure there are romantic people somewhere who think it's valentine's day everyday so how late can that be #to be fair i am terrible at deadlines i don't know why i keep giving them to myself cause i soon as i do i know i'm never doing the thing #i've also burnt out my drawing capacities for now so probably expect more writing than drawing for a bit while my poor tiny brain recovers #if anyone is wondering yes soap forgot it was valentine's day #not because he forgot about it - he just forgot to track the days and didn't know they were the 14th he had a gift ready tho #he got ghost a chocolate tablet that ghost had once complained about not being able to find anymore that's actually just me complaining irl #that my supermarket doesn't seem to have white chocolate tablets with puffed rice inside like they did when i was a child #i have no idea how that applies to anywhere else lmao maybe other supermarkets have them but i hate going to supermarkets i don't know #anyway lmao sorry my love language is ranting #soap doesn't generally like receiving gifts because he feels like he doesn't deserve them like he didn't have to work for them #and so he feels guilty when he gets one but he hasn't told anyone about that #he was happy there but if ghost gives him ''too many'' gifts he's gonna start feeling bad bc he has just as much issues as everyone else #just hides them better

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your-ghoul-pal · 2 years ago

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Aurora Borealis

Pairing: Aurora (she/her) x Sunny (they/them) Warnings: none WC: 2k Tags: fluff, vaguely implied transfem Aurora, just pure fluff and wholesome, not beta'd or proofread

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Sunshine was excited yet scared, they'd been informed about the idea of summoning more ghouls for the band since they and Aether had to stay back. They wished that they could've gone, but other duties called for them. At least they had someone around they knew well. Sunshine was happy that Aether decided to stay back and help them with the duties, even though Sunny knew how much Aether loved touring.

After laying in bed staring at the ceiling for satan knows how long? They decided to get up and throw on something simple, no need to dress fancy for a summoning, definitely since they had been told it was going to be another man. Like they didn't have enough boys around already! Sunny threw on their jeans and a simple band tee, judging by the size of it, it wasn't theirs. While they make their way to leave, they hear a knocking on the door, "come on, the summoning is in 5, we need ya Sunny "

Sunshine sighed, "I'm already coming", opening the door to see Aether standing there, dressed in jeans and a button up. "Why the fuck are you trying to look fancy?" Sunshine frowned at him. "Just want to make a good first impression" Aether smiled at them. They raised their eyebrow but decided to let it be and walked towards the summoning room.

Sunshine waited impatiently, they'd rather be reading or drawing right now instead of standing in the cold damp basement of the church. The room was filled with a haze and they could barely see a meter in front of them 'was it also like this when they were summoned' they wonder fiddling with the cloak they're holding. "Why does it take so long?" They asked, Cirrus turns and motions for them to be quiet.

Sunshine waits and looks at the haze puddling in the middle of the circle. A body seems to appear. Sunshine unfolds the cloak and readies it to give it to the new summon, who is now a full body. Their hair is long and pink fading to purple, their skin is a light grey with little spats of colours dancing over it.

'Holy fuck' Sunshine can't believe their eyes, this wasn't just another one of the boys. Okay the boys were not ugly either, just not much to their taste. But the new summon made their stomach twist. Sunshine turns their gaze to the floor, hoping to hide their flustered face.

"Hello, welcome upside" Sunshine recognised Cirrus' voice "What's your name?" "I don't have one, or at least not one fit for me" the summon spoke with a soft tender voice, with a soft accent, Sunshine isn’t sure what the accent is but they guess French.

"Hey Sun, can you hand them the cloak? It's nice to be a bit covered ya know" Cirrus laughed. Sunshine shook their head and walked up to the two, carefully hanging the cloak over the shoulders of the new summon. Now that they were so close Sunshine could feel their energy, air and something else, maybe fire? like them. or maybe quintessence?

"Hi, I'm Sunshine" They held their hand out for the smaller ghoul to shake. "Hi" they grabbed their hand. "I'm gonna leave the 2 of you to figure it out, I need to get to rehearsal, see ya later!" Cirrus says before walking away.

"I don't know if i like her" the summon spoke again, "Don't worry, she is very kind, but also just very, well serious while also fun" Sunshine reassures the other "Also you don't seem like one of the boys? I was told we would have another ghoul come up." Sunshine asks, raising their eyebrows. "Did they really? still? No, I am not another ghoul. I'm a ghoulette The summon spoke, a slight hurt in her voice.

"Come with me, I'll give you some better clothes and show you around, is that good?" Sunshine says to move on from the previous subject "I guess so?" The summon says, finally looking around the room, quickly putting up a face of disgust "I do hope the rest looks better than this" she laughs. "Oh it will" Sunshine smiles before gesturing to the other to follow them.

Sunshine hands the smaller ghoul one of their older dresses that doesn't really fit them anymore. "You okay with a dress,?i don't think I have anything that fits better " "I don't mind, they seem comfortable"

The new ghoulette admires herself in the mirror, the light yellow flower dress creating a perfect contrast to her pink/purple hair. "All the colours on you make me think of the Aurora borealis" Sunny says "the what?" the new ghoul turned around to face them "Aurora Borealis. the northern lights" Sunny says. "never heard of it." "It is very pretty. Wait, maybe it's visible tonight, that is one of the good things of living so far north" Sunny explains.

The rest of the day Sunshine leads the new summon around the church, showing routes, rooms and chores. Sunshine doesn't notice how the other is not paying attention to Sunshine, or at least not to what they're saying but rather their looks.

Once the two walk back to the ghoul quarters Sunshine turns to the other, "Ehm, they are still working on new rooms so there isn't one for you yet. You are welcome to stay with me for so long if you want to" "oh, yeah, uhm thanks" "But first, dinner," Sunshine says, already smelling the food.

Dinner goes somewhat smoothless, once the new summon is given a quick rundown of how eating upside goes. 'They're a fast learner' Sunshine thinks, staring at her. Well it may be more admiring than just staring. "Hey Sunny, are you still with us here, we asked you something?" a voice sounds "oh, huh, sorry I was thinking" Sunshine mutters Cumulus raises her eyebrow at them but goes back to eating before they can comment on it. "Sunshine. Do you know where she will sleep?" Mountain asked, motioning to the new summon. "Yeah I told her, she is welcome to stay in my room." Sunshine answers quickly. Mountain raises his eyebrow at them but shrugs it off, at least they didn't have to figure that out anymore.

Sunshine grabbed the new summon along to their room after dinner, "It is not a lot yet, I'm still working on it, but it is better than nothing." Sunshine exclaims while dragging the small ghoulette with them.

"Welcome in, even though you've already seen it" Sunshine announces opening their door, showing their room, it is small with light blue walls painted with flower fields at the bottom. The bed is small but big enough to fit the two small ghouls. The mirror is leaning against the dresser in the corner. "It looks quite lovely" the smaller one exclaims, 'not as lovely as you' Sunshine thinks.

The rest of the evening the two sit on the bed, talking about life in the pit and upside. Both learning a lot about the other, making them admire the other even more. By the time Cirrus comes in to check on them, both are beaming and talking loudly. "Hey little fellas!" Cirrus says with a smile. "What do you want, giant?" Sunshine smiles back. "Look outside, I think you'll like it, anyways, have fun and good night" Cirrus says before slipping out the door. The new summon raises her eyebrow at Sunshine, who shrugs "Shall we go onto the roof?" "Can we?" the smaller one beams "Surely" Sunshine smiles

"Careful. Now place your foot here. And voila, we're up!" Sunshine exclaims, looking up at the sky. Aurora Borealis How did they forget it was going to be this visible tonight?

"Look" Sunshine points at the sky, the small ghoulette follows their gesture, "holy shit, that's beautiful" "It is" Sunshine says, sitting down and gesturing for the other to join them

For a while they sit in silence, admiring the sky. Shovelling closer and closer to each other while the night cools down. "I understand a little why you said I remind you of it" The new ghoulette says after a while, startling Sunshine. “The dancing of the colours in the sky is similar to the colours shifting over my skin” the shorter ghoulette continues, “Maybe that could be my name!” “Aurora?” Sunshine asks unsure. “Yes!” she exclaims, almost losing her balance, Sunshine grabs her and pulls her close against them. “I do like the name Aurora, and it does fit you well, but please don’t fall off the roof, you have a tour to do first” Sunshine smiles. “Thank you” Aurora says, her voice still filled with fear. “Don’t worry about it, I am here if you need anything” Sunshine says, Aurora curling against them enjoying the warmth radiating off of them. “Why are you so nice and warm?” Aurora slurs out, half dozing off already. “Because I am a multi; air, fire and a little quintessence” Sunshine says proudly. “That is cool” Aurora says, snuggling even more into Sunshine’s warmth. “I think it may be time to head back inside and get some sleep, I know from experience that sleeping on the roof is not very comfortable or liked by the upper clergy.” Sunshine says, carefully pushing Aurora off. “Hmmmpf, Can I just take a small nap here, please?” Aurora says, turning her head and giving Sunshine puppy eyes. “Oh so that is your tactic, fine. You may take a nap, only because you are new” Sunshine smiles at her.

After a few minutes Aurora has dozed off, softly snoring while being half curled against Sunshine. Who just enjoys the company of their new pack mate, finally having time to understand their thoughts and feelings. Ever since they saw her, their stomach was twisting, their heart was beating just a little faster and oh, the staring. They could not stop staring at her, at her wavy hair, coloured so brightly pink and purple. The way that their dress fit her so perfect, creating one of the prettiest smiles they had ever seen. Were they in love? But even if they truly were (which surprise was truly true), they should let her adapt to the upside first. They would let time take the lead, they would see where things would go but for now they just enjoyed the moment.

Aurora was still peacefully sleeping an hour later, Sunshine had only been thinking. “Hey, little space bug, I think I like you. But having said that, can you move maybe” Sunshine whispers while carefully pushing Aurora off of them a bit. “Mphf, I was so comfy” Aurora protests, but she sits up regardless. “Fine, let’s go to bed” she sighs.

Once back in, now their room, Sunshine gives her a random shirt and pair of shorts. Aurora cocks her eyebrow at them, “Pyjama, we sleep in different clothes than we live in during the day” Sunshine explains “Also that is probably not my shirt, we tend to just take each others clothes, so don’t worry about it too much” “Thanks” Aurora says, carefully sniffing the shirt, the smell was mostly Sunshine but had a vague hint of the smell of the ghoulette who was also there when she was summoned. She shrugs and changes into the other clothes. “We shall figure out this all better tomorrow, okay?” Sunshine suggests, seeing Aurora confused about seemingly everything. “Sounds like a plan” Aurora smiles, plopping down onto the bed. Sunshine joins her, laying down by the wall. “You can make yourself comfortable wherever you like” they say, half curling up. Aurora hesitates for a moment before she lays down and curls against Sunshine. Snuggling her face into their shoulder. Sunshine hesitates before they drape their arm over her and pull her closer to them. And curled up together, tails and limbs intertwined they fall asleep.

The next morning they are found like that, both smiling and snoring softly by Aether, who takes a picture to gush over later before leaving them to be. He is mostly just happy that the new ghoulette has found her place already.

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wyldblunt · 2 years ago

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i love your seeing your art, but I'm so curious to see what your salads (like lorelai, merritt, etc) look like in game! Ik sometimes in-game representations aren't completely accurate, but could you show some screenshots, for curiosity reasons 👀

i can!!! full disclosure i am very bad at screencaps (i WANT to get better i'm just lazy + impatient....) so i actually don't have a ton of good ones -- normally i just am kind of. spamming rough caps without even hiding the UI just to use as drawing reference. BUT, let's see what i do have!

starting with the big four: marina's commander, alan!

(the yellow guy in those last two caps is my clooney -- a lot of the time most of the good caps i have of marina's characters are duo ones like this bc we are really bad at remembering to send each other individual character caps from our respective computers lmao)

then of course my commander, glyn, who i have posted caps of before but why not more:

and then our lieutenant commanders, lorelei (mine) and merrit (marina's):

these are a little out of date bc i recently swapped lorelei over to the f model and i like a lot of things about that better, but i still consider both appearances canon!

also as a bonus, the most important merrit cap i have ever taken:

and under the cut i'll put some of our side characters!

OKAY SO here's a little more clooney (including some with lingering ui lol sorry):

(it is really fucked up that i can't keep his aviators on when he's wearing outfits so i have to self soothe)

bowyn (pink, mine) and rhys (dark purple, marina's):

(these are also out of date bc we decided later on that bowyn is actually way taller than rhys but. doesn't bother us bad enough for us to blow TWO makeover kits just to adjust height sliders, yknow)

maelduin (tawny, mine) and cadair (green, marina's):

aaand okay re: viper squad. i did make donner but i don't have any good caps rn and i am too lazy to start gw up to take them oops sorry. i do have PLANS for daimhin tho:

and here's an attempt i made at damage but... i don't think i'm actually gonna make her bc like. if i can't have the venus flytrap hair what's the point. i think it would bother me the whole time. this design is still cute tho:

AND THAT'S ALL THE IMAGES I'M ALLOWED TO PUT IN ONE POST APPARENTLY LMAO it's fine bc some of my other ocs i have caps of but i'm not quite satisfied w them yet!! so maybe someday :)

#ty for the ask!!#my ocs #marina ocs #alan #glyndwr #merrit #lorelei #clooney #bowyn #rhys #cadair #maelduin #viper squad #merrilei #alan/clooney #bowyn/rhys #cadair/maelduin

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prowerprojects · 1 year ago

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Lol, new AU: Because of all security measures he made to protect himself and his animal buddies, Tails is the reason Cocoa Island becomes the Sonic's world equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle. It is infamously advised not go near there due to the legendary, but elusive two-tailed creature and its traps *that has claimed many lives.. (Which may or may not peak the interest of a certain blue hedgehog one of these days to rise to the challenge.)

Heh, one has to wonder, huh? (While I don't think Sonic would become as asocial [or blunt] as Shadow, I do think he'd be less laidback. Probably coming off as unintentionally rude [and more awkward] at times due to misreading certain social cues. {Can read emotions just fine, but might run away if you burst into tears cause he doesn't know to reassure you and doesn't want to make it worse] Longer recovery times and more scars due to lack of having a mobile "safety net". But overall, still an adventurous, world-saving dude.

((*Not really, 'tis rumors. A lot of daredevils get scared out of their wits though and flee without hesitation)) This does bring into question of how both respond to each other under different circumstances. This isn't like the shatter counterparts or storybooks where Sonic had prior knowledge and pre-established bonds. (And their bonding probably won't be as seamless as it would if they had met earlier in life, but a close friendship isn't impossible.)

Noooo anon but I actually love this so much. I'm stealing it, now it's an au. I'm gonna call it "Tails's Island" or something. (I can even connect this to my Core & Alana au, so Tails gets to Coco Island specifically because he knows his mom's workshop used to be there, and he finds the coordinates to it somewhere).

Maybe something did even actually happen. Maybe the plot of Tails Adventure with the Battle Bird Armada (Though in the C&A au it's Core (Tails's mom) who deals with them), or he accidentally killed or injured someone else when they got to the island. It was horrified, but now he tries to be more careful to just scare people off. (But when he and Sonic are fighting later on, he accidentally draws blood and it makes him feel awful again)

Sonic hears the rumors and takes them as a challenge. Tails does his best to scare him off, but Sonic isn't easy. It only makes him more excited. Eventually, Tails sees Sonic maybe being nice to the animals or something. They start tentatively bonding. Tails leaves Sonic little messages and gifts. Sometimes Sonic talks to him when he knows Tails is listening. But Tails doesn't show himself to Sonic.

Eventually, Sonic gets impatient and ends up just following Tails home. Tails feels scared, betrayed, and crushed. They have a fight. Tails ends up biting Sonic and draws blood. He's mortified. (Maybe he has a breakdown) Sonic feels lost and doesn't know what to do so he just runs away. (He leaves the Tornado and just runs on water. Maybe he got into a little crash the first time he got there and Tails fixed it up in an attempt to get him to leave. Later Tails finds it and realizes he didn't even need it)

Tails thinks Sonic is going to come back with a backup to get him. (He's both scared but kind of resigns himself to this fate) He keeps waiting but Sonic isn't coming back. He realizes he's now actually missing him. Eventually, Sonic comes back and brings an apology gift. (He initially wasn't going to come back, but something happened that made him change his mind) They decide to start from scratch.

Sonic occasionally visits Tails and brings him gifts/tells him stories about his adventures. Tails wants to go out into the world, but he's still unsure. Eventually, Eggman realizes Sonic spends a suspicious amount of time on this one island. He looks into it and realizes it is the home to a Mystic Artifact (whatever the Battle Birds were looking for there which isn't the Chaos Emeralds in this au). He attacks the island, and Tails helps Sonic drive him away. In the process they find the Mystic Artifact and use it, so Eggman (or anyone else) has no incentive to come back.

Tails ends up deciding to leave with Sonic, and all of his little animal friends encourage him. (I imagine he has 4 flicky companions that he can't necessarily talk to, but they've spent so much time together that they still understand each other). And then they have a lot of adventures and learn the magic of friendship the end!

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Hehe my take is a bit more melodramatic than yours, anon 😅

But you're right this could also be the perfect au to showcase how Tails's absence in Sonic's life has also influenced Sonic, and not just the other way around!

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #tails #blue blur #project.txt #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic & tails #unbreakable bond #sonic au #Tails's island au

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pama-saga · 1 year ago

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("Hmmm, I should work on my askblog" proceeds to draw AUs of my AU

information under the cut)

From left to right

-Champion City PAMA. Not much info on this idea, it's really just a little thing that nibbled my brain once and I wanted to doodle it as a funny little outfit test. I suppose it's what happens when you redeem PAMA, but don't really care for or help them. I suppose it'd be more logical for them to move to Redstonia (I may draw that later LOL), but could you imagine the PAMA Radar rivalry??? They're sort of like a replacement Radar to Stella, and end up just becoming weirdly toxic kinda like her. Maybe they move there to spite Jesse in this hypothetical LOL. If Stella is redeemed PAMA could still go >:( to Jesse depending on how they treat them. Idk, didn't think it out too much.

-This is basically just, what if Aftermath was a happy fluffy fic where nothing bad ever happens. I like to think if Jesse were to tell PAMA that life is really meaningless and you have to find meaning, they'd swallow that pill a lot earlier/quicker and eventually, with the help of Jesse and later Radar, find meaning in the small/happy things in life. I like to think they and Nell would get along and the two of them, along with Radar, would have a really cute friendship. PAMA, as a result, wouldn't push themselves to be useful, and find fulfillment in other things. Basically, they live happily ever after, and everything is nice and chill :) I also went a lil nuts with this design, taking inspiration off the clothing in Crown Mesa and Nell's clothing, but more blue twinged. Maybe I'll doodle the full design someday??

-Oh boy. Champion PAMA. This is a doozy so fasten your seatbelts y'all. Basically, if you dawdle too long on taking the clock in episode 2, PAMA will get impatient and do it themself. Which leads to two incredibly interesting things 1-Romeo being absolutely confused but also just shrugging and saying "What? Hey, I can work with this. You took initiative! That's a good trait for a Champion!" and 2-Petra and Jack being in prison together, which is not something I'm 100% sure how to work with but hey. I like to think Jack is worried for PAMA's safety while Petra is worried PAMA will revert to their old ways. Romeo could hypothetically reprogram them, but that'd be boring! Better to train them the old fashioned way, eh? Cue a freakout when PAMA is brought to fight Jesse. Radar is incredibly distressed, Petra feels like her worst fears have been realized, and Jack is just... shocked. PAMA hesitates at attacking at first, like usual, but starts before Romeo can do anything. If Jesse refuses to fight PAMA, they act shocked, and unsure, while if Jesse attacks PAMA, they take it with barely any reaction, just slouched sadness. They do do the whole "Pretending to attack Jesse to get to Romeo" thing and mention how good the odds are (as a callback to their bossfight.) to which Jesse will respond "I like those odds" the fight goes as normal afterwards. Later, Radar and PAMA reconvene and Radar is so excited to see PAMA. PAMA is unsure what to make of the whole "Prison Radar" thing but compliments his attempt to be fierce. PAMA does ask for a catch up on the whole thing and mentions how they thought everyone had essentially abandoned them while they were stuck in Terminal Space, and that they were just... doomed to make another mistake as horrible as the incident in Crown Mesa. Petra is a little unsure how to feel, Jack feels upset for PAMA, and Radar is so god forsakenly distraught that he could win an olympic medal in it. Jesse can either reassure them or not at this point. PAMA is unsure how to feel about Xara. She's interesting to them, sure, lots of layers and stuff, but they also don't know whether to trust her, be scared of her, or be scared for her. It nearly puts them into Paradox Status a few times LOL. PAMA's (metaphorical) stomach drops when Radar makes eye contact with the Enderman. They try not to fret about it, but they keep thinking about it. PAMA finds themself sort of relating to Xara in some sense, while also finding her fascinating (all those stories!) but also nerve-wracking because she's. Well. Yeah. PAMA loves Fred's Keep! They're nervous at the amount of water, but afterwards they basically are incredibly excited. PAMA wants to do the trivia contest, but unfortunately Jesse is still the main character. Binta does promise to run one that PAMA can participate in once she makes it to the surface. The most likely thing is PAMA stays in Fred's Keep for a bit, listening to all of Jack's stories if he's there. Maybe they come to Romeoburg with you if Jack doesn't come to Fred's Keep? PAMA sees Ninja Ivor and is basically just going "...Why do I recognize this guy?" The whole time. Ivor also does a double take, trying to figure out if he's being tricked or if the real PAMA is down there. Afterwards they have a lil reunion :) Bringing PAMA to Romeoburg is kinda funny because if Jesse mentions the "giant computer" PAMA will comment about it being a stalemate, to which Jesse will rebut that they had PAMA's heart in their hands, leaving PAMA in frustrated silence. PAMA enters the challenge with the group just to panic at the first sight of water and run out. Afterwards, if you brought Lluna, they'd appear on her back, leaving everyone to go "What." PAMA is not at the cabin scene, they just end up hanging out with Radar and looking around. Afterwards, when Xara mentions being "Inefficient" near the end, PAMA sits still in shock for a moment. PAMA freaks out when Radar mentions wanting to sacrifice himself to the Enderman, and if you let Radar stay PAMA basically has to be dragged into the portal.

Afterwards maybe they stay with Axel and Olivia in the shop after you come to the surface? Maybe help with the Fireworks Union and then leave with Binta/Radar? They kinda get phased out of the plot at that point. As you can see in the drawing, PAMA is constantly tired and all that. Also I noticed Champion Armor is basically just. Someone's clothes but converted into armor, so it sort of keeps their patterns. Funky detail, so I took that and made PAMA's patterns spikier, including those on their bandana.

-Finally, Guest PAMA! Underneath stuff happens mostly the same, it really just differs in episode 3. PAMA is basically just leverage for Radar, to keep him in check, and they probably end up getting a cracked screen or something similar. Maybe it'd be determinant on whether you encourage Radar to rebel? PAMA is constantly telling Radar not to worry, that the damage is merely cosmetic and that he shouldn't let people take advantage of him, but it still doesn't stop him from feeling awful and guilty.

Hoo boy that's a lot.

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #ooc #miscellaneous #using gender neutral terms for Jesse in this bc it's a buncha aus and I have'nt decided on a particular Jesse for each au. feel free to ima #ine whichever jesse u want #WAIT HOW COULD I FORGET CHAMP!PAMA'S SCREEN WOULD BE RED

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hinatastinygiant · 2 years ago

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20 | Jade

CONTENT WARNING NSFW!

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

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"Now kiss me again," you smile softly as you look up at Draken and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Are you sure you want to do this right here?" he hums so close to your lips. "We're in the hall..."

"I'm sure," you nod.

"You're getting harder to resist, you know that?"

Without another moment's hesitation, Draken closes the gap between you two and places his lips on yours.

"Actually, I think you're starting to go soft on me, Sergeant," you grin.

"Yeah, right," he scoffs, kissing you once again. "I'm pretty sure you like me more than you let-" he starts before you interrupt his word by pressing your lips roughly against his. Enough with the talk. He can be such a goddamn tease sometimes.

Whether that may be true or not, Draken kisses you back with just as much fervor. Chills run down your spine as he starts slowly backing you up while you blindly allow him to push you across the hallway.

When your back finally hits the cold wall of the medical center, his hands start roaming up and down your body. His kiss becomes sloppy. Impatient. You can hear him softly moan as you match his behaviors.

As his tongue slips between your lips, his hands travel down to your hips. He grips onto you tight. Pinning you in place. Silently commanding you to stay still. Though, despite his silent order, you can feel how desperate he is growing from the way his pants tighten. The quiet obvious bulge you can feel in his pants.

Once your lips part, allowing you to finally catch your breath, he tilts your head to the side and moves his lips to your neck. You gently close your eyes, allowing your body to focus slowly on the way he touches you.

Your hand reaches under his shirt, quietly tracing over the defined muscles he had been hiding. And with the other, you start gently shrugging off his jacket.

When Draken catches the hint, he quickly removes his jacket and tosses it on the ground beside you. Though his lips never part from your skin. Not even for a second.

"God, I want to fuck you so bad," he groans as his hands on your hips make their way to your ass. He then quickly picks you up in one quick motion and reaches his way to the waistband of your pants. Again, in a fraction of a second, he's got them slid halfway off.

Once your pants are mostly out of his way, he gently pulls your panties to the side and swipes one of his fingers against your folds. "So wet already," he smirks.

"Well it is you in front of me," you reply.

"Mmm," he nods, agreeing as he pulls his hand away. "Spit in my hand."

Once you do as he's asked, he reaches to his cock and strokes himself. It takes him a moment to angle you to the right spot, but once he does, he pushes right in. And when he does, a gasp escapes your lips. Your nails dig into his shoulder, doing your best to stay quiet as he bottoms out.

However, once he starts to pump deep strokes in all the way and back out, it becomes harder for you to contain your silence. But Draken kisses you, somehow hard and soft at the same time. So instead of screaming, your brain nearly melts out of your head. But you're no longer being too loud. Even as he slams into you, making you want to scream.

Draken fucks you ruthlessly. Unsparingly. Without even a second to slow down or stop. He just pushes you against the wall over and over until you feel as though your back is about to crack... or maybe instead crack the wall behind you.

"Fuck, Y/N, you take it so well," he tells you without slowing up. "I can feel you squeezing me back in each time I pull out."

With your brain in a spiral, your back arches off the wall. It's almost mind-boggling how quickly he's able to bring you to your edge. "Shit, shit, shit," you whisper, digging your nails into him once more as you reach the edge.

Draken still kisses you, helping you from drawing any attention to yourselves as he continues to thrust into you finishing himself off, too.

A few moments later, he quickly pulls out and places your legs on the ground. You grab back onto him, your legs nearly giving out immediately.

"Shit," he curses, causing you to notice the mess he's just left in his hand. "Sorry. That was too close."

"Maybe you should go to the bathroom and clean yourself up," you grin as you help him fix his pants. You then bend down and pass him his jacket from the ground beside you.

"You're such a tease," he scoffs.

"Whatever you say, Sergeant," you smile. "I'll cover for you in there, okay?"

With a kiss, you then send him off on his way to the bathroom and walk back toward the small meeting room where the others are waiting for you to return.

Just outside the door, you quickly fix up your appearance and step in. "Hey," you nod in Baji's direction.

"Hey," he replies. "Uh, where's Draken?"

"He's in the bathroom," you tell him before looking across the room to Mikey.

"So did you kiss and make up?" he asks, seeming to see right through your calm appearance. "What's the verdict?"

"The what?" Baji chuckles.

"We'll stay," you sigh. "As long as that's okay with you, Baji."

"Yeah," he nods. "I'm okay with it. Is that what you want?"

"Staying means I get to watch over Hinata. So, yes."

"Great," Emma groans at the same time her two brothers say it rather enthusiastically.

"We'll set up a few cots for you then," Shinichiro nods. "Smiley, feel like helping?"

"I'm glad you agreed, Y/N," Mikey nods as he stands up and holds his hand out to you. "Welcome to the Taikyaki Fighters."

"You know you're going to have to come up with a better name than that, right?" you grin as you accept his hand and shake it firmly.

"Agree to disagree."

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heavenly-rosie · 1 year ago

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⋆ ˚｡ 🌸 ⋆ ୨୧˚ How to start loving yourself ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა

Hello lovely souls, I hope you all are doing well! I am here to share some steps I took to feel better about myself and to recognise my worthy. From 11 to 16 years old, I was in a really dark place. But... Now, I want to help bring some kind of light to someone's path. I hope I can help you! Feel safe to send me a message or ask if you want to talk to me!

Maybe I can add more steps into it later! Feel free to share what you started doing through this journey.

♡*First, write a list of every quality and talent you have! And don't tell me you don't have qualities. Go deeper within yourself. Don't listen to those harmful thoughts! Good qualities can be... You consider yourself good at drawing, you're open to listening to people, or you like to help! Everyone has qualities, everyone. And so are you!

♡*If you ever feel like you're not needed or you are a bad person, try to remember and write down moments that someone smiled or laughed (with you) because of you, or compliments you received. The time you helped someone with something. There's a lot of things you did to be proud of!

♡*Set healthy boundaries for your relationships and future ones and write them down. It's important to set boundaries so you can receive and give respect. Boundaries can sound, for example: "I know you like to call your other friends things like (not so funny nicknames) and they're fine about the jokes, but i don't like these words at all. Please, don't call me any of these."

♡*Reframe your thoughts. Try to change the unloving words you speak and think to yourself to kind ones. Self-love is a long journey. But when it comes to negative thoughts, try to replace them: "Why are they always disappointed with me, even though i am trying? Why can't I make them feel satisfied?" -> "Yes, they make me feel sad for not recognizing my progress, but I am trying my best, and I'm proud of trying. And I know that I am making the best that I can about this situation."

♡*Make peace with your physical appearance and show love to your body. I like to think of our bodies as a home, a home for our soul, and our consciousness. Take care of your home and accept it. Your face is literally a mixed genes manifestation from ancestors and your parents. How wonderful and special is it! It's so unique! And look at your body! Why are you hating it? Your body is an important part of you as well as your inside. Show some kindness to it, to your home! You can show love to you through having a balanced meal, make some movements (do exercises, dance, do yoga, swim, there's a lot of options!), and take care of your skin. Also, always remember: health comes first!

♡*I know the work or school is important, but your mind needs rest, and your mind's healthy is important too. When you feel anxious or have burnout, please do take some rest. This year, I experienced an absurd stress around school and all the presentations I had to give there. That time, I wasn't even acting like me, I was impatient, moody, frustrated, and with a lot of headaches. So don't skip the rest! Take a nap, go for a short walk if needed, go to sleep not so late. Do some enjoyable activities too. Balance work and rest is the key!

♡*I know it can be difficult, especially if it's someone you consider as a friend, but don't be afraid to distance yourself from someone who keeps hurting you. Before doing it, be honest with this person, tell them how you feel about a certain situation involving you two. If you already had this conversation but don't see any change, it's better to think about distance yourself from them. I recommend talking before doing this step. Maybe things can get better. But don't insist on it if you see that nothing is changing. In any kind of friendship or relationship, there's a need for respect!

Lots of love and hugs! ꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱🩷

#mental health #positive thoughts #positive mental attitude #kindness #gentle reminder #safe space #self love #self care #take care of yourself #soft aesthetic #coquette #girly #soft coquette #divine feminine

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thursdayinspace · 6 months ago

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I doubt they talked about it because fights between them often seem to just dissolve, for lack of a better word. they just move on. which is not really a healthy way to handle hurt feelings. i made a note about it when i was still doing rewatch posts, comparing two scenes in colony and anasazi, and this one also fits the bill.

in colony:

mulder: I think you're being overly paranoid about him, Scully. scully: Paranoid. Have you stopped to consider that maybe it was Agent Chapel who killed that field agent in Syracuse? mulder: Is that what you want me to put on my report to Skinner? Because I would be more than happy to have you explain that to him. scully: Damn it, Mulder, that is not my job. You'll pursue a case at the expense of everything, to the point of insanity, and expect me to follow you. There has to be somewhere to draw the line. mulder: Three identical men are dead. A fourth identical man is alive and on the lam. If the pursuit of this case seems like insanity to you, feel free to step away from it. scully: An FBI agent died because of our pursuit of this case. mulder: Those are the risks we take. You either accept them or you don't. We all draw our own lines. scully: *pauses* I have to show you something.

that fight gets pretty personal. and then they just . . . stop, and she shows him the shoe with the hole in it where the alien gunk ate through it.

in anasazi:

scully: Mulder, you opened the door for them. They're just looking for a good reason now. mulder: Okay. I'll say I'm sorry. scully: Mulder, these files. Who knows you have them? mulder: Why? scully: Because I had to lie today. And I put my job in jeopardy in order to do so. If they find out about those files . . . mulder: *impatiently* How would they find out? scully: Maybe they already know. The question is, is it worth it? Is this cassette worth risking everything? mulder: I'll tell you when I find out what's on it. Now just tell me who I can talk to about breaking that code. scully: I'm meeting with somebody in an hour. I might know something later tonight, I just need some kind of assurance that they're not going to let us hang ourselves with this. That I'm doing the right thing. mulder: I'll try to find out.

again, pretty personal, and again, they just stop and move on. individually, those fights don't seem like a big deal, sometimes you just swallow down your feelings and steer the tone of a conversation back to civil. but it's not one isolated incident. there are more instances of this, which of course i don't have notes for bc i stopped taking them at the end of s2. but even though we don't see the rest of their conversation in never again, i think it's quite possible the next thing they talked about was lunch plans or a case.

not taking fights personal can be a sign of knowing each other well enough and trusting each other enough that you know it's not an attack on you personally. but also these things don't just go away and long term it's not healthy not to see a fight through to the end.

i think it's both with them. they have the ability to move on from disagreements and fights and be the amazing partners they are together. and especially with the transition from never again to memento mori, that is a very good thing. things were no doubt still tense between them, but ultimately they always know they have each other's backs and the trust and love between them is bigger than anything else. but also, it puts them on shaky ground sometimes and i think they could only benefit from talking it out. when it comes right down to it, it might be more strength than weakness for the most part, but i haven't thought this all the way through yet and might be wrong about that.

It’s really funny we never know what happened between Never Again and Momento Mori. It’s so jarring the way the MSR scenes play out. One minute they’re in a silent stand off in their office, the next Mulder is bringing her flowers in the oncology ward and her face lights up when Scully sees him.

What was the conversation in between?!? The crazy thing with them that it is remotely possible that no conversation happened and all Scully had to do was say ‘can you meet me at the oncology ward’ and Mulder would drop everything and come; no questions asked and flowers in hand. I don’t know if that’s sweeter or not, but together they always seem more than the sum of their parts.

#my take on it #not sure how much sense it makes #but one day i am going to write meta about the way they fight

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hqcult · 4 years ago

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EYELINER ## suna rintarou

trying to apply his eyeliner would've been easy if only rintarou can keep his hands to himself.

. tw smut, dom suna, established relationship, fingering, oral f receiving, edging, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, mind break, unprotected sex, pwp . wc 4k

"ugh, he's gonna do it again." you mutter, eyeing suna's hand as it skims around your vanity desk for his favorite brand of eyeliner. for some reason everybody naturally finds themself drawn to suna rintarou, even if he was always so stoic and detached.

you hate how girls would flock around him in parties as they stare at his kohl-lined eyes or at the painted black nail polish whenever you disappear to get a drink, knowing full well what kind of thoughts are running in their heads because you, for sure, thought of him the same way. alright. we get it. your boyfriend can be a hot mofo if he wants to be and his idgaf attitude just adds to the whole appeal.

we get it.

because you love him more than the stars in the galaxy combined, sometimes you can't help but feel jealous when people get too close to him. you really didn't want to be that type of girlfriend but sometimes you just like the assurance that he's all yours and nothing's wrong about that, right? plus, suna seems to exceptionally love when he gets you jealous and feral. he may always pretend otherwise but he loves staking his claim on you just as much as you liked being claimed by him.

"are you done yet?" you say, staring at him from your bedroom door frame.

atsumu was throwing a party tonight and you were all dressed up and ready to go, just patiently waiting for your boyfriend.

suna replies a beat later, not bothering to meet your eyes. "just a minute."

you just want his attention all on you. you don't even want to go to this stupid party and see all these people shamelessly flirting with him even if you were right there by his side. you just want to have some alone time with suna rintarou.

and you may or may not have just come up with an idea to make that happen.

"where's the eyeliner? the one i always use?"

"it's not there? i know i left it there. wait, let me look."

you straighten up, walking towards him in your red leather mini skirt that can make any man's eyes sliver down to your ass.

suna is sitting on your swivel chair, leaning back in a man spread as he clicks his tongue impatiently. he looks good even in a plain shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, his athletic and tall build enough to make any outfit look good.

"are you sure it's not in the drawers?"

"yes, i already checked."

you pout, making a show of muttering "i swore i threw it in here," under your breath as you maneuver around his spread legs to stand in between them, bending forward as you rummage around where he's already looked twice.

you know he's staring at your ass. suna was never lowkey with how much he loves you in this leather mini-skirt. it's a miracle he hasn't landed a rough spank yet after getting a face full view of your ass.

"wait a minute, maybe it rolled under my vanity."

so you get down on your knees, making sure your butt grazes the front of his jeans and just like you predicted, suna was half-hard already.

it was truly such a stroke to your ego but you focus on the task at hand.

you arched your ass up as you bend down to look for the little tube of eyeliner, slightly shaking it side to side as you "struggle" to get the eyeliner out from underneath the table.

when your hands feel the cylindrical plastic, you retreat, sitting up straight again and proudly showing your boyfriend the eyeliner in your hands.

you made sure your eyes were as huge and innocent as they look, kneeling in between his legs, shins tucked in and hands in your lap like a good girl.

"i found it!"

you could've sworn you've seen his left eye twitch as he stared you down. you've been with him long enough to notice that look in his eyes. what are you playing at, huh?

you wait for him to speak but you can see all the gears turning in his head as he continues to stare at you.

you wait anxiously for what he's going to do next. maybe he'll make you suck him off, or he'll throw you on the bed, or spank your ass because you were clearly teasing him—

"why don't you put my eyeliner on for me?"

you stand up, opening the tube in as he shuts his eyes. you try not to let your disappointment show too much. fine. maybe you can just have a quickie later while drunk in one of the rooms in the frat house.

"why are you standing? come sit on my lap while you're doing it."

you were too busy removing the excess product off the brush to notice his eyes had taken a dark turn, contradicting the gentleness of his warm hands as it snakes around the back of your bare thighs pulling you closer.

"no, i'll mess this—"

"i said sit."

delicious shivers create goosebumps on your skin.

you know that tone. he only uses it when he's horny and he wants to bend you over. so maybe your game plan did work after all, yet you're staring at him dumbfounded with the eyeliner brush in midair.

"come sit. i won't repeat myself." he leans back against the chair, manspreading as he waits for you.

you scramble to straddle his strong thighs, muscles a manifestation of his hard work and dedication to volleyball. it was great to see him in action on the court but you'd rather he flexed those muscles when you ride his thighs.

you cup his face, getting all up in his personal space to apply the eyeliner.

you've long grown out of the honeymoon phase but why is your heart beating so damn fast right now?

your hands were shaking, perspiration was building up in your forehead, and you were holding your breath.

"are you nervous?"

"shut up, rin. 'm not."

when the brush first touches the lid of his eyes, a nimble finger traces the expanse of your whole slit over your panties.

you pull the brush away, hissing in surprise.

"rintarou—!"

"what?"

his sharp tone isn't what shut you up, it was the hand cupping your sex. the heel of his wrist slowly grazing against your sensitive clit. you drew a sharp breath. he smirks.

"go on. continue, doll."

you want to hate the teasing lilt in his voice but you know deep down you love it.

you held your breath, diving in once again to the task at hand whilst trying to ready yourself from his ministrations.

your hand slightly shakes as you start in the middle of his waterline, slowly tracing the bottom part of his eyes before making a small wing at the end.

you've seen him apply his own eyeliner so much you have this down to an art form. everything would've been easy if only he kept his hands to himself. you try to ignore the digit still feathering over your slit or the hand wrapping around you to bunch your skirt up around the waist.

for someone whose eyes are closed he's doing a damn good job navigating. but maybe that's how he shows you're his. he knows your body like the back of his hand, he knows what makes you tick, what makes you pant, what makes you moan in ecstasy.

"i can never resist when you dress up all pretty for me. you know that, right, doll?"

applying the eyeliner to his waterline had been fairly easy. the lash line, on the other hand, proved difficult. especially when suna's upgraded from tracing your pussy lips to dangerously toying with the elastics of your panties, slipping his finger under before stretching it to slap your skin.

as you try to connect the upper part of the eyeliner to the small wing you made from his waterline, you hissed.

"why don’t you pull them down?"

he chuckles at your impatience and you slightly pull the brush away as he finally shoves the fabric down. you gasp when the cold hits your wet cunt. the scent of your essence unmistakable and you know suna's holding back from teasing.

"as you wish, baby."

as suna grows bolder, the more your hands shook as you worked on his other eye.

just as the tip of the brush touched his left eye's waterline, he pushed two fingers inside of you, dragging them against your walls in a lazy manner that was so distinctly him. he curls his fingers when he fucks it in before dragging them against your walls when he pulls it out, slightly scissoring you. he uses his other hand to draw figure 8’s against your clit.

you swallow, trying your best to keep your hand still as a surgeon but you see the jagged little curves where your jolts of pleasure were too strong.

you never should've provoked him to shove your underthings down, at least then you wouldn't have to suffer through his fingers. they were just so long, so thick, and so experienced when it comes to pleasuring you that you can never touch yourself anymore without craving suna's own fingers instead.

you bit your lip, the hand that was cupping his jaw tightening as you try to fix the little mistakes here and there, hoping suna won't see them when he inspects your work in the mirror. it doesn't matter that he purposely set you up to fail. there'll be consequences if he isn't satisfied with what you did. may god have mercy on your horny little soul if rintarou thinks you were a bad girl.

"you just hate losing, don't you?" you hiss, jolting when you feel him slap your cunt. your knees nearly buckled and you almost fell off the chair if not for his sturdy hand on the small of your back.

"what are you talking about? i'm just fingering my girl like a winner."

just as you started outlining his left lash line, suna shoves a 3rd finger into your sopping cunt. loud squelching noises fill the room as your walls pulsate around his thick digits. the metal rings he wore brushing against your pussy lips as he fucks you knuckle-deep with three fingers. involuntarily, your own hips started moving to match his pace, shamelessly thrusting up everytime he shoves his fingers in.

he knows you so well. he doesn't even need to look at your face, he can feel you out by the noises you make. so good. so good. his fingers feel so good. fuck. fuck. fuck.

until he pulls them out of your sopping pussy.

"rin," you whine, folding into his shoulder as you struggle to balance your kneeling self on the chair. you blindly reach down for his hand, urging him to put his fingers back in. "rin, please don't stop. please please please—”

"i told you to put my eyeliner, not fuck yourself on my fingers," he leans back on the chair, eyes still shut close while licking his digits clean.

your lips press into a thin line, eyes dilated as a whine starts to threaten to pass your lips. you're sick of whatever game this is, you just want him to fuck you silly already! but as if sensing your thoughts, suna clicks his tongue and speaks. "hurry it up. we have a party to get to."

without his fingers to plug your cunny, your slick runs down the insides of your thighs. it's slow descent against your skin making goosebumps run up your arms, shivering as the cold hits your bare cunt.

suna must've known your anguish, he could feel his jeans getting soaked but he didn't care and you wish to punch that smug smirk off his pretty face.

your fingers stilled when you cupped his cheeks and leaned in to start applying a thin stroke of eyeliner to his water line. with a simple flick of the wrist you ended it with a little wing, just like how your boyfriend likes it. now, you just have to do his lash line and—

you let out an audible gasp when his fingers started feeling around your thighs, having an inkling idea of what he's tryna look for. true to what you expected, he traces the line of your dripping slick up your inner thighs until his fingers graze your nether lips, successfully collecting your essence.

you stare entranced when suna brings them up to his lips, eyebrows furrowed and almost moaning aloud because of your taste. the fact that his eyes are closed made you want him even more. his fingers pop out of his mouth, but you get the feeling it wasn't enough. he wants more. suna wants you under his mercy. he wants to taste and ruin you until you're fucked out and lying in a pretty mess on the bed sheets.

"so fucking sweet, my baby. you're this desperate for me? for my fingers?"

you snapped. you threw the makeup elsewhere in the room (though not before screwing it shut) before diving down to kiss him on the lips. all lust-filled and rough as you both channel the desires you have for each other. maybe suna was at his tipping point too, noting that he doesn't even bother to push you away.

with his strong arms he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his torso, never breaking the kiss before literally throwing you down on the bed, knocking the air out your lungs.

"rin!"

"whoops."

he's kneeling before the bed, the sheets ruffling when he pulls you to the edge by your calves, hot breath against your sex making you squirm.

"my pretty thing," the kitten lick against your pussy drove you crazy, desperately bucking your hips up and suna chuckles condescendingly. "but such a bad fuckin' girl, aren't ya?"

you yelp when he slaps the side of your thigh.

"who said you could kiss me?"

he pinches your clit hard as he enters your line of sight. suna has never seen you this pretty and desperate for him before. sweat making your skin glow, lips raw from your biting, eyes conveying your every lust-filled thought about him. the sight of you so riled up makes his dick ache and he wants so badly to fuck you already but bad girls don't get what they want just yet. you have to earn it.

"i asked you a question. who the fuck told you that you could fucking kiss me?" the acid in his voice contrasts the gentle way he caresses the spot on your thigh where he had hit you.

"no one."

you sob in pleasure when his hot tongue licks a stripe up your pussy before suckling on your clit. once. twice. sucking particularly hard on the third. before running his tongue swiftly over the bundle of nerves and kitten licking his way down your pussy lips. your thighs were shaking so hard he had to pin them down. he knows it's a sign that you're close, not that he's surprised, he's been stimulating your body for minutes now it was amazing you haven't cummed yet.

but then he stops.

a thread of your slick dribbling down his chin as those cat eyes of his stare you down. he watches, enchanted by how your chest rises and falls. another sweet release he snatched away from you.

"i thought so. what does that make you?"

amazing how he manages to sound so normal, conversational even while he's literally edging you like there's no tomorrow. what do you expect? it's his favorite punishment. he gets to see you sob and beg for him like there's nothing in your mind but his cock and he loves it so much. loves seeing you bend and break for him to please.

you sniffle, arm coming up to hide the frustrated tears in your eyes. "been… been a bad girl."

a hand slaps your thighs, brutal. eyes on rintarou when answering his questions. your eyes shoot up.

"and who's bad girl have you been?"

"yours."

this time he reaches forward to tweak your pebbled nipples. the sudden cold of the pads of his fingers making you gasp and spasm. your boyfriend straddles you and you shiver at the head of his glistening cock leaving trails on top of your thighs. but he doesn't make another move. when you sneakily try wiggling your hips for your sex to graze his dick, he slapped your thigh without holding back. you doubt it won't start leaving a handprint. you wait with bated breath when he grabs hold of his cock, the head angry and dripping, the only proof of his also growing desire for you.

when he directs the head for it to graze your nether lips, you almost cried another fresh batch of tears. his hand quickly brushes up to wipe it away, though not before feeling his dick twitch. you know how much he loves seeing you cry from the overwhelming pleasure he can give you.

"last time i checked, my name isn't yours. didn't i tell you to answer in full sentences when i'm fucki—"

"suna! suna rintarou! i've been sun-suna rintarou's bad girl!"

suna ducks to mark your neck and torso. he feels the goosebumps forming on your body. the heat enveloping the two of you as you both quickly shed any remaining pieces of clothing. he kisses you. sloppy. nothing but teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance as he cradles your face with his big hands, feeling the mushroom head of his cock grazing your thighs.

usually he'd appreciate you not cutting him off mid-sentence but he too has reached his own limits and right now all he can think about is drilling you to the mattress. "rin, please!" you sob, arms wrapping around his neck as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

"shh. yes, doll. i hear ya."

you were dripping wet enough that all it took is one deep thrust for him to bottom-out. usually you're quite hesitant when rintarou's rawing you but at this point right now, you doubt fucking with a condom would've felt this good. no thin plastic whatsoever that's separating you from him. when he starts to move, you both moan in ecstasy. the bed creaking under the weight of you both as he pistons his dick inside. "you feel so good, doll. so fucking wet and tight. look how wet you are. dripping for my cock, huh? this all for me? answer me!"

you hardly register his voice, the pleasure you've been craving since minutes ago now being crashed down upon you. it's overwhelming and you don't want it any other way.

"yes," you pant. the tears still leaking from your eyes as you claw at his biceps. "yes. all-all for you, r-rin! just for you!"

he stubbornly keeps hitting the spot that'll make you keen and whine, suna forcing your hips down and sitting up with his palms at the sides of your head. he wants to see you come undone, he'd love to grab his phone and make this memory permanent but he doubts his camera can capture the real deal. your moans and pleas reaching his ears, spurring him on, the beautiful way your back arches of the mattress, the way you physically shook in pleasure and you screamed and worshipped his name.

"rin! oh my god, rin! fuck. 'm close," your voice breaks, hiccuping from the onslaught of tears you can't hold back as blinding pleasure grips you in a tight vice.

suna comes down to snake his arms around you, pulling you infinitely closer as one of his hands supports your lower back, manually moving your hips to match his frantic thrusts. "why you crying? bad girls should be tough, right? aren't—shit—aren't you a bad girl? hmm? bad girls like you shouldn't be crying."

you shake your head, looking pretty and desperate as you meet his eyes. "no, i'm not a bad—"

"yes. you are," you groan, his thrusts particularly hard to shut you up and make a point. "you're a very, very bad girl. you don't listen to me at all. bad girls don't even deserve to cum."

"no! no! rin, please!" you say, a blubbering mess as you bury your forehead into his neck, licking and suckling at his skin to get in his good side. "i'll be good. i promise! please, let me cum. rin! please, i'll be good. i'll be good! only your good—ah."

"you fucking bet you're my good girl," he hissed, biting your shoulder before moaning, pitched and wanton as it threatens to snap the stretched cord inside of you. but not yet. you can't. not unless he says so. "it's me that's making you feel this good. this is my pussy. my plaything. repeat what i said—doll! repeat what i said."

you cried, screaming in frustration as his cock stills inside of you and you know he won't move until you oblige. "this is…" you hiccup. "rin-rintarou's pu-pussy. i'm rintarou's play-plaything."

"what was that?" he asks, hips starting to rut against you again in full force. the headboard violently hitting the walls. when your hands scramble to cling onto something, you accidentally shove something off the bed but you couldn't care less. "louder, doll. i want the whole fucking neighborhood to hear you."

"this is rintarou's pussy. i'm rintarou's plaything." you say in your normal speaking voice, albeit shaky and almost incomprehensible as he holds you firm against him, his cock embedding it's shape and size into your sopping walls.

"louder!"

he hoists you up into a sitting position, his hips fucking up towards you and you only realize he did it when you see the window situated meters behind you two. curtains-drawn, open for the night breeze to billow in. he wasn't kidding. suna rintarou wants the neighbors to hear how good you're getting rawed. he wasn't kidding. he was not kidding.

"go on," he whispers, breathy and teasing. "you'll do it. you're a good girl for me arentcha?"

fuck. "this is rintarou's pussy! i'm rintarou's plaything!"

he licks a stripe up your neck, hands coming around your neck as he whispers into your ear the words you've been dying to hear. "cum, baby."

and your orgasm surges through your whole body in violent jolts, thick ropes of cum squirting out your pussy as you distantly hear him groaning, your walls tightening and sucking him in with every aggressive thrust. rintarou quickly finishes after you, teeth embedding themselves into your shoulder as he groans. you knew bruises will form and you're going to be sore as a bitch but you don't fucking care.

"rin, i love you." you say, grabbing a hold of his face as you stare deep into his eyes. and you don't understand why there's doubt clouding in your head when he takes a beat later to answer, when really, he just can't help the sudden wave of emotions festering in his stomach as he meets the gravity of your gaze. the love and devotion in your eyes as he can only hope that he could translate his emotions through his eyes, too.

he smiles, leaning in to give you a kiss. it's sweet and gentle, completely unlike the one he gave you a few minutes ago when in the throes of pleasure. no. you feel every bit of his love for you in this one kiss and you don't know why you ever doubted yourself, doubted him. you've been together for so long and you're it for him.

"i love you, too."

but leave it to your darling rintarou to ruin the moment.

"but you'll never apply my eyeliner ever again."

. a/n » this was so self-indulgent im sorry lmao

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jazz-miester · 3 years ago

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Let's talk about this like adults.

I am. And I'm pissed. More so at myself than you.

Pairing: N/A

Characters: Y/N. Optimus Prime. Others mentioned in passing.

Reader type: gender neutral human

Song: why'd you only call me when you're high- Arctic monkeys.

Warnings: Angst. Manipulation. Mentions of past abuse.

An: This is a vent. And based on actual things this person has said to me and some of its quoted directly. I thought he was a friend and honestly. I'm a fucking idiot for thinking that. People change a lot in 11 years man.

But ya. This is entirely through text. This person and me.

And maybe this is a lot my fault as well. I accepted the damn compliments even after I told him I didn't want a relationship. Maybe I led him on.

Maybe I'm not as alone as I think I am.

It was late at night when the message came. Long after you should have been asleep. A ding! Chimed from your battered phone. It showed a name you haven't seen since you were ten.

:Hi! I know it's been a long time and you've probably have forgotten about me by now. But it's (redacted) From school?

Like a fool you smiled. Curled up a little tighter on the couch with your blanket. Heart pitter pattering with excitement. Old friends meeting! How great was that?

You stayed up for two hours. Talking. Catching up. It was nice. Even as sleep called to you and the sun begins it's rise over the horizon. Truly. It was. Until the next day.

:I had a crush on you. You know that? One of those kiddy, puppy love things.:

God. You just started talking. Was that a weird thing to lead off with? You didn't know.

"Are you alright y/n? Your heart rate has increased. " You glanced up from your phone. Caught Ratchets concerned look. Prime looking from behind him. Digits poised in the air. Normally that meant you were hurting. About to have a week long migraine.

You shook your head. Gave a smile. "It's nothing. Honestly. Just a weird text." Ratchet hummed. You felt more than saw him run another scan.

"Alright then."

June gives you a knowing look.

You type back. Brushed the message off. If you ignored it maybe it wouldn't happen again. And it didn't. At least not for a couple more days anyways.

Coffee. Sweet, dark, coffee. The smell surrounding you as you waited for it to finish brewing. Sitting in the counter impatiently as you scrolled through Pinterest. Trying to find some sort of inspiration on what you should draw next.

Your phone dinged. Buzzed in your hand.

:Wyd?:

You wanted to ignore it. Go on with your day. Have your morning in peace. You didn't want to have the dread bubbling in you. Simmering like a pt on the stove. This was your friend. You should be excited.

Right?

:Not much honestly. Making coffee.:

Speaking of which. You pulled your mug down. Black. Old. Had a few chips in it. You've had it since you were fifteen. You're twenty one now.

You two talk. Nothing abnormal. How's it going. Plans. Things that's happen since you've last talked.

Family.

The. He dropped a bomb. No warning. No reason. Nothing leading up to it outside the fact you were talking about parents.

:Ya. They were pretty abusive to me.:

I. You. What?

Your stomach turned and no longer did you want the blueberry muffin you had been so excited for the day before.

Pain pulls at your temples. The start of a headache as you begin to stress. How in the fresh fuck do you answer that? What in the fraggin pits do you say?

_Im sorry you went through that and had shitty parents_?

_Fuck. Hope you weren't tramatized_

You swallow thickly. Stare at your phone. Your hands shake. You take a breath and answer back.

Feel sorry for him .

Tell him it's ok.

Its fine. You're here.

He's forcing you to listen.

You go to work that day uneasy.

He texts you again later that day. Not a single word is mentioned about your last conversation. No thanks for listening. No sorry for just. Just venting unannounced.

:Can I tell you something?: You glanced up from your phone. Miko smiles at you from her spot on the couch. Curled up with a large chocolate milkshake and her notebook. Doodling away.

You agreed to watch her so Bulkhead could go on patrol.

: Sure. What do you need to tell me.: Your stomach turns. :As long as I don't end up in a documentary we're good lol.: Something funny. Please let it be something funny.

: I think I have a crush on you. Not one of those kiddy ones either. Like a real one. And you make me so happy. I'm glad I'm able to talked to you again.:

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"Y/n?" You glanced up at Optimus. Smile. He tilts his head. Studies you. Then goes back to decoding.

You let out a shaking breath. What to say what to say?

: Honestly man if I wasn't so awkward I'd know what to say lol. But I'm glad I was able to make you happy?:

:🥺 lmao I get that. I've been low-key flirting with you this entire time. And now? I'm gonna open up the flirt gate.:

"Shit." Please don't. God please don't all I want is a friend. Optimus glances up at you again. Despite not wanting to you ignore him. Pretend it didn't happen.

After going back and forward with him you go to Miko. Asking her if she did her homework. Looking for some sort of distraction.

The next conversation was better. For the most part. He wondered why you weren't talking as much. You explained you get migraines. Man went off about how he was always worried about you. "Even when we were little."

The conversation steered. Talked about x box's and games. About Skyrim and Dragon age. About how you were excited to start playing Halo after your sibling got you back I to it.

It was good. This conversation. You liked this one.

You talked like friends.

A couple days later. You're watching YouTube on your phone .

:So I may be getting jumped soon.:

:Gun.:

Your response is immediate. Your stomach whirls. Aches. Dread .

:Because I said it’s not my fault that this guys family in the past were slaves and shit like that. I said that was many years ago. And that my family wasn't slave owners. Like damn.:

Shit shit shit. You spill your coffee. Ice and creamer flowing over your wooden table top. You throw an old towel over the top of it. Cleaning as you typed back.

:If you're really worried you could tell the police?:

:Nah he's to much of a wimp to do anything. And besides. I've had knifes pulled in me before so I'm not worried.:

Not worried? No fucking worried.

You sit down in your chair. Phone landing in a mess of creamer. You lead over. Head between your knees. Try to breathe.

A migraine.

You had a fucking migraine.

He didn't get hurt. Thank fuck. Oh thank fucking God. The next day you were still hurting. Calling in to work and letting them know. Telling June to let the Bots and kids know it may be a few days.

Relief.

The two of you talked about games. Halo. Master Chief.

That's all you wanted with him. A friend. Platonic friendship.

Not.

Not everything else.

Was it you fault?

Did. You shake your head. Go on talking.

:Hey baby girl want to send pixs back and forth😉:

Your stomach turns. Anger flashes through you. All you fucking wanted was to cook dinner.

June and Jack talk in the living room. Miko and Raf go over homework at you kitchen table. Now stained by coffee.

:This better be a joke cus I will through hands.: Your phone clattered on the countertop. You go back to frying chicken and getting tofu ready for June.

He apologizes. Says his account got hacked. Tells you he changed the password.

Did you overreact? You feel bad. He's your friend. Give him the benefit of the doubt.

You joke with him. Tell him you've seen worse out of Tumblrs Bots. Finish up dinner. Tell June and the others goodnight. Send Miko off with the rest of the apple pie.

:If I ever find out some guys asks you for nudes let’s me know. I’ll fight their asses.: You roll yours eyes. Like it would be his problem or place.

:Assuming I wouldn't first?:

He laughs.

:Okay lol. Shit I’m actually kinda embarrassed to ask this. But what if I asked. I'm not asking for any. Just curious.:

You toss your sponge. Suds scatter to the floor. Anger. And something else you can't place. Guilt? Shame?

God you were overreacting again. Right? That had to be it.

:Hard pass. Not my cup of tea.:

:Ok good. That's the answer I wanna hear.:

What the fuck is that supposed too mean?

He thanks you for letting him know. You try to brush it all off. You two send gifs back and forth.

Then he asks.

And you wanted to scream.

: So. Question.What would you do if I accidentally sent you a pic of my you know what. Lol. What would you do. Laugh at it. Because of how small it is. 😂 because I laugh at it.:

:lol. I wouldn't scare you with it.:

And you ignore him.

:Since the weirdness is gone wyd?:

:hey.:

:Are you mad at me?:

A picture.

:Table for one.:

You were talking to Prime. Asking him if he'd be able to help you haul your old truck to the mechanics. Somethings busted in it and you can't figure out what.

Your phone dings.

:I might be getting fired tomorrow.:

You ignore it. Prime arches a brow.

"Should you not answer that? I have heard it is not polite to. What did Miko call it." He looks to the left. Then back. "Ahh. Ghosting. It is not polite to. Ghost. Someone."

You laugh.

"I think this one is unique Prime. I." You look down. Clutch your phone. It dings again.

A picture of a car. The corner of the fender busted. Despite not wanting to. Really. You wanted to make sure he was ok.

You stuck your phone in your back pocket. Turned your full attention on Prime.

"Will you though? I have the hitch for it and everything. If not it's fine. I think Fowler might have a pick up we can use to haul the damn thing." Your heart pitter patters at the look Optimus is giving you.

Intense. Concerned. Optics soft.

"You are stressed." He leans in closer. Helm a hairs breath from where you are standing. He pulls back. "You have been this way since "the weird message." Is something wrong?"

You swallow thickly. You want to tell him everything. Optimus has been your official-unofficial guardian since meeting the Bots.

And Adult you were.

But you were young. Still learning.

"Do. Do you know how to tell if someone truly wants to be your friend. Or if they're just using you to vent. To be a bouncing board for their emotions." You look up at him. You want to cry. "He. He says he likes me but. I just want a friend. Not a relationship."

You look down. Heat flooding your face.

"Y/n. I'd this person truly cares they would take your emotions and feeling into consideration." He bumps you with a finger. "What is wrong? Please. Tell me."

And you did. All the messages. You told him about the calls. Who he used to be to you.

Optimus was holding something back. You could tell. The tires at his legs whirling and spinning like when he was in battle. Vents hissing. Jaw tensed.

"This happened to Elita. Once." You tilt your head.

"Elita? Thats a pretty name." He smiles at this.

"A pretty femme as well." He softens. "She had a friend from her days in the academy. And he contacted her again at some point during the war. Long after me and her had bonded."

Bonded? Like married?

"Elita. Despite everything, and she is a very strong femme in her own right. Determined to do this on my own. But this mech would not take no for an answer. So I delt with it upon her asking." You fold your arms. Lean forward.

"I delt with him." He rumbled out again. "I do not condone violence. You know this. Words before action. Action before aggression. " He leaned close to you again.

"Do not allow this mechling to toy with your emotions. He is attempting to get you to feel sorry for him. To feel guilt for asking about such an intimate thing. Asking that is akin to asking a cybertronian to bare ones spark." Another brush from his finger. A tilt of his helm. "He is far away from here. Cut connections with him y/n. I do not wish to see you come under stress again. Not from a mechling."

You smile. Something lifts from your shoulders. "Thank you Optimus. Truly." You stop. "I hope I can meet this Elita one day. She sounds pretty cool." A soft smile. A far away look.

"I wish you could meet her one day as well. She is important to me. And so are you." He pauses. "Do not hesitate to ask me for help. I will talk with him if you wish me to." You laugh.

"I don't think that will be necessary Prime. But thank you. Truly."

Your heart pounds as you block him late at night. One social media then the next. Tik tok. Messenger.

It was late ok.

Your forgot one. And you hardly used t anyways except for the filters.

So. The next morning you got the message.

:Please. Before you block me here hear me out.:

:no. I made my choice. I would have blocked you here as well if I remembered we were mutuals here.:

More talking.

:Please. Let's talk about this like Adults.:

Pissed. Livid. God you were angry.

:I. Am. I'm more pissed at my self than you. I'm disappointed in myself for it going on this long.:

:I'm disappointed in myself to. I shouldn't have said that. I won't do it again. Promise.:

:You shouldn't have done that in the first place.:

Friends don't do that to friends.

More talking.

:Look. At least wait to block me again until after my surgery.:

You wanted to cry.

:No.: You breath in. Look at your tv screen. Master Chief idling as he waited for you to take control again. :Look. I'm a bitch but I. Nt an asshole. I truly hope that your surgery goes well. Ok. Truly I do. But I'm done. With this. With us.:

: Please. Your my only friend. I don't want to lose you.:

You wanted to throw up.

:no. I made my choice. I'm done.:

:Fine. Love you.:

(Redacted has unfriended you)

:Jesus man. :

And you block him.

Curled up in your couch you stare at the tv screen. Watching the landscape of Halo and Master Chief. You wanted to cry. Scream. Something.

Were you wrong for doing this?

Did you over react?

:Optimus are you busy?:

:I am not. I am merely helping Ratchet watch the children.:

:Can. Can we go an get ice cream?:

A pause. Then the sound of a ground bridge opening and closing. Then tires crunching over gravel.

He was here.

You walk out and he swings his door open.

"Would you like music?" You sniffle. Nod. Then swallow back the tears. You wouldn't cry. Not over this.

Welcome to the jungle sounds through the speakers and you laugh.

And you know what. That was the best God damn ice cream you ever had.

#maccadam #transformers #optimus prime #transformers prime #tfp optimus #vent

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sylverstorms · 4 years ago

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Cassandra x Maiden----Anonymity Ch.5 (NSFW!)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

'Cassandra's favorite', the other maids call you.

You can't tell if they mean it as a good or a bad thing. Hell, you can't even tell which of the two it really is.

Being her 'favorite' does not make you immune to harm in any way; bruises litter your shoulders and sides from when she grabs you too forcefully and cuts from her nails sting at your neck and stomach, renewed each time she comes to take a kiss.

None of that existed back when you were something of zero interest to her. On the other hand, she's told you several times you're 'a thing of beauty' --her thing of beauty-- and she won't let anything ruin a natural piece of art.

If you know anything about Cassandra, it is that she takes art very seriously. Your interpretation of the word greatly varies from hers, you're sure, but it doesn't change the fact she won't easily raise a sickle on you.

Cassandra won't break you. She won't let Daniela do so, either. Bela doesn't even care to hurt you. It means you're safe for now...

Unless Lady Dimitrescu decides you're best taken away from her daughter. Permanently. You don't dare meet her eyes, but you can feel them on you, scrutinizing, every night at dinner.

You're pretty sure she knows.

The thought sits heavy in your mind while you're cleaning bloodied steps off a corridor at three in the small hours of the morning, along with another maid. Adella is a quiet and hardworking one; the two of you make a good team and you know you'll be done in record time.

But it only takes a single moment for everything to go wrong.

Adella is hastily walking back to you with a bucket of fresh water in hand when you hear a different set of steps approach from the side. You make to warn her, but it's already too late.

The collision happens at the turn where the two passageways meet. As soon as you see black robes dripping wet you pray to whichever God will listen for mercy.

Because Cassandra has not been in a good mood all night and she is not the understanding type regardless.

Adella gasps and shakingly backs away, a waterfall of apologies spilling from her lips. Cassandra rolls her neck and draws her sickle, advancing on her slowly. She looks terrifying.

"Don't move now." she orders.

And you just- can't watch this. You don't know why, but the realization you cannot hits you like a speeding truck. You can't stand there while the the woman you frequently kiss cuts away at a girl you know is as good and compassionate as a human under your circumstances can possibly get.

You react.

Before you can even think how impossibly stupid you're being, you drop the mop in your hands and dash forward, crashing into Cassandra's form. Your right arm wraps around her waist and your left grips at her wrist like a vice. Your heart is pounding. You don't even know what you're saying;

"Cassandra, no! Please. Don't." Cold and rigid as she is, it may as well be a statue you're holding. "Cassandra, stop. Please." Once impulse dies down, you realize you've just signed your death wish for two seconds of playing hero.

And you thought you were smarter than that. Ha. But maybe, just maybe, part of you wants to die, so long as it's quick and painless.

With Cassandra, though, you doubt it. Especially with how lethal she sounds when she says:

"You. Disappear." You hear, rather than see, Adella scurrying off for her life. "As for you..."

You only register a blur, nausea, cold nails piercing at your neck, over already existing marks. You are shoved into the nearest wall so powerfully you can't breathe for all of ten seconds. It's a wonder you don't hear any cracks from within your body.

Cassandra is on you, her fingers harsh on your chin and breath chilly on your lips. "Good pets don't bark against their own masters. What made you so bold, hm?"

You don't answer, too busy summoning your mental strength for what comes next. The way her eyes and the lines of her pretty face have hardened, she looks nothing like the flirty girl who comes to steal kisses from you at random times during the night.

"Maybe I've been too nice to you. The first time you call my name and it's for some other maid?"

She looks like she wants to let out a bitter laugh, break something and slice you into stripes simultaneously. And then you realize; Cassandra is jealous.

It doesn't get any worse than that.

"Maybe I should make sure you never say anything again." The corner of her lips curls up in dark amusement as she talks. "You don't talk much, anyway."

Well. She did say she wouldn't let anyone ruin your looks. Never promised anything about what's on the inside.

You're shaking, even if her grasp doesn't leave much room to do so. Your brain is restlessly trying to come up with something to get you out of this mess-

"I'm of way more use to you with my tongue intact." you somehow manage to speak without stuttering. It makes you wonder where the hell this confidence came from.

Cassandra stills for a moment. Her grip eases the slightest amount, probably from surprise.

You wonder what the hell you're even doing, yourself, when you bring your hands to her sides and lean in, to the curve of her nice jawline. You've never kissed her neck before, but you remember from the times you've given her a massage that she's very sensitive around it.

Cautiously, you press your mouth to the soft spot under her ear.

She smells so good and her skin feels so smooth you're not exactly forcing yourself to kiss her. If you're going to be mutilated anyway, the part of you that must be severely messed up muses, you may as well take some pleasure for yourself beforehand. Who knows, it may change her mind along the way.

So you lick her there and suck over her faint pulse. You don't get any stimuli from her, at first.

Until her hand trails from your shoulder to your nape, urging you harder against her. It's the green light to keep going.

You put all your skill into it as you lavish her neck and collarbones with open-mouthed kisses. She's loose and moaning low in her throat now.

You can't tell why, but the sound echoes right though your adrenaline-induced system, tickles down your spinal cord to pool low in your stomach. You either had a kink for danger you never knew of, or you developed one in the castle.

Whatever the case, your fingers are working on the buttons of her outfit and she doesn't seem like stopping you has even crossed her mind.

When the robes barely hang onto her shoulders, Cassandra maneuvers you to the closest room, shuts the door and presses you against it. Hard. Your lips slide together hungrily. You taste wine on her tongue.

At this point, your hands are the only thing supporting her outfit on her. She looks too fucking sexy for words like this, half-undressed, lipstick smeared, so turned on and ready for you. But you also want to see more of her, so you let the black fabric drop.

She's getting impatient, though. Being more vocal, tugging your hand to the apex of her legs.

"Cassandra." you moan when you push the midnight lace of her panties aside and touch her. She's so wet.

Her mouth falls open in a soundless gasp, brows drawn softly. "Oh, you're lucky I like my name on your lips." she says, breathless.

You did start this trying to prove to her how useful your tongue can be attached to your body, however... so it's only fair that's how you finish it.

Finish her.

Cassandra looks dazed and confused when you kneel in front of her, but it's quickly replaced with a broken moan when you take her into your mouth. You revel in every single gasp you coax out of her, every minuscule shake of her perfect thighs.

She bites into her own hand when she reaches her peak, nails leaving four parallel marks on the wall.

You're gentlewomanly enough to pull her outfit up for her while she's coming down from her high. Your gaze takes its sweet time admiring the contours of her chest as you button it closed. She really is the most attractive girl you've ever seen, if you somehow don't take into consideration her body count.

"Good?" you ask when she opens her pretty eyes to look at you.

"It's not cute to be smug, plaything." Cassandra makes a soft grimace at you, though you can see the lazy, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of her lip. "But. I suppose your tongue has its uses to me, after all."

You gently push off the door to let her exit at her leisure. The movement makes you realize you won't really be able to move tomorrow, with how sore you already are.

To your surprise, Cassandra takes a moment longer in the room.

She turns back to you and raises her hands to your torso, then carefully adjusts your wrinkled shirt. Her long fingers smooth over the imperfections she caused...

And you don't know why after everything the two of you just did, it's this that feels the most intimate.

The same digits brush over your throat as she pulls away.

By the time your mind starts working right again, Cassandra is already gone. Absently, you trace over the weeping scratches on your neck.

Later, at the main hall of the castle...

"Oh, boo, look who's late again." Daniela rolls her eyes at Cassandra's fashionably delayed arrival.

"Surprise, surprise." Bela smirks, casually leaned against the side of the fireplace.

"Are you two done being insufferable or should I come by later?" Cassandra asks.

"And scar our ears and minds with another round of your 'oh's and 'ah's, sister? I think not." Daniela comments.

Bela raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Had a nice time?"

"You two have very active imaginations, you know? Tells a lot about you." Cassandra chuckles. "She was just giving me a massage. But do go on. Be thirsty. I can wait."

Daniela and Bela share a look, thrown off their game by the nonchalance.

Cassandra hides a smirk under her hood and steps out first, into the peerless dark.

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