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Weekly Roundup: Prompt Requests

Yu prompts please! Doesn't have to include Xiang Yu, but please no romantic prompts involving just Xu Fu and Yu

Yu Meiren meeting some other servant during her long life. Did she see Camelot in its full glory? Did she learn to shoot guns alongside Billy the Kid? Did she find kinship in Fran's make-up body?

Please send Mori prompts! Especially cute ones ❤️

no prompt yet

Would I be able to get some Avicebron prompts please

Avicebron teaching Mash a jewish tradition/holiday of your choice in memory of Roman?

Avicebron giving mecha Liz a tune-up since he's the closest to a mecha specialist we've got

Avicebron and Enkidu get acquainted thanks to Nursery Rhyme and get to know each other. whatever direction it goes is up to the filler but i'd appreciate some smut

hello it is i, a poor gudako shipper, rattling my cup for any gilgudako obegudako or edgudako prompts!! (or, if you're REALLY feeling feisty, toss a cuchulainn/robin hood prompt to your witcher I MEAN writer)

no prompt yet

Siegfried prompts pls?

Siegfried recognizing Goredolf as "someone who looks like a Master I had once"

Siegfried giving Sieg The Talk regarding the workings of the dragon parts of their body. How right or wrong, how SFW or not, up to you

Can I humbly request all your ideas and prompts for the KohaAce or Type Redline servants? Give me all of it! Izou is my blorbo and I have been itching to write something about him and Oryu and her hubby. If it's kinky and I like it, drop them too! My thirst is endless to fill ;3;

Oryou voring Izou

In dire need of Ryougi prompts that aren't gore or angst

Another one for the "Ryougi prompts that aren't gore or angst" prompt request: Touko notices that 90% of the KNK antagonists have a crush on Mikiya and decides to settle the situation non-violently by making every character with a crush on Mikiya share. Her Mikiya is now OUR Mikiya. Can Shiki withstand this new system of harem communism? Or will she snap and cut through the Iron Curtain of romance to regain exclusive rights?

For the Ryougi prompts: how about her figuring out she's pregnant with Mana. How does she find out? Have she and Mikiya been trying for some time? Is it a total surprise? How does she tell him? Pure, unadulterated fluff.

For the "Ryougi prompts that aren't gore or angst" prompt request: Shiki absolutely sucks at driving. Like, Spongebob levels of vehicular comedic carnage.

Ryougi Shiki picks up the GameBoy Touko always carries around. Ryougi Gaming.

Give me any prompts with Kirie Fujou and/or Kaie Karyou, I crave the making of content for these two underappreciated crippled humanoid-shaped bags of mental health issues.

no prompt yet

Ereshkigal prompts 🥺

Ereshkigal cuddling an antelope.

unsanitary, Ereshkigal pisses herself. Non-sexual, played for embarrassment

Spare Phantom prompts? Phantom of the Opera prompts pls?

Phantom and Liz singing a duet

I accidentally read “spare Phantom” as “Space Phantom,” so consider: Servantverse Phantom

Someone saying Eric in reference to Eric Bloodaxe accidentally gets Phantom to break out of his Mental Corruption for briefly enough that he also responds to the name Eric

smut, Phantom getting comfortable with topping for the first time

Gudao deepthroating Phantom's fingers

Can we get more Morgan prompts so I can be sooooooo normal about her?

Castoria and Morgan decide to take advantage of their Servant bodies and the various medical experts around Chaldea to tear into each other. No magic, just biting, punching, fighting out all their mutual stress and trauma with each other while the others look on. Sex optional if you want but mostly I just think they should go feral.

Morgan being summoned in part 1 and meeting romani

Soulmate AU where Mash and Guda are soulmates. However, when Castoria steals Mash's name, she inadvertently steals the fated connection with it. And in the eyes of the universe, Castoria and Morgan are essentially the same entity. Soulmate au where Guda, Castoria, Morgan and Mash are tangled together fucking every law of the universe, essentially. (Soulmate doesn't have to mean romantic btw)

Morgan having Opinions on Castoria. Or Castoria having Opinions on Morgan. (As in "whoa girl your life fucking sucks" not "oh I wish I were the one fucking master" I don't care about that.)

I needs all Shirou prompts...

HF ending shirou keeps forgetting to use his left arm. The arm works perfectly well with a perfect sense of touch and all, but for some reason he just... keep forgetting it exists. It's like it's in a dead spot for him.

gore, Shirou Emiya filled with swords poking out of his body. Hedgehog style. The more fucked up he looks the better.

send Fate Zero prompts please

fate zero roleswap!! swap servants and masters around and show me the end result!

send Berserker Lancelot prompts please!

A prompt of Berserker Lancelot and Arturia as a Team in a Grail War

Berserker Lancelot getting summoned in Singularity F and following the group around like a curious dog all the way back to Chaldea

Berserker Lancelot in a magical girl-style dress. Bonus points if he still keeps his helmet and that smoke that seems to follow him in some of his ascensions

Someone trying to take a picture of berselot, but the picture comes out super blurry and fucked up every time for some reason

berselot and mash hanging out

I wanna see my boy Rama prompts please

Rama is confidently sure no woman shall ever reach his heart the way Sita did. Cut to exact wording coming back to haunt him as Chaldea makes him all too aware of his own bisexuality

Rama realizes they’re not cis. Bonus points of picking out a new name for themself lets Sita be summoned to Chaldea since they’re not “Rama” anymore

gore, Rama figured out a loophole in his curse!! If he's not allowed to "see" his wife ever again, then surely tearing out his own eyes would do the trick, right?

Rama and Sita as the art in that Ten Sho Sho Ten Sho song/video

Mephistopheles prompts pwetty pwease? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

All that Valentine’s chocolate starts going to Gudao’s waistline… and Mephistopheles starts researching why the sight brings butterflies into their stomach. (Bonus points for neopronouns!Mephistopheles)

give me some arcueid and/or ciel prompts please, kind nasuversekinkmeme followers 🫡 sfw or nsfw!

Ciel hanging in lesbian spaces in the 90s. She doesn't have to be a lesbian herself mind you but I do think she'd be balling in butch spaces regardless.

Id love something regarding Arcueid learning of the modern world. Going shopping, trying new foods, meeting animals. Just being alive, you know?

Ciel getting her tattoos removed for tsukire

Ciel getting her tattoos

dare i ask for achilles prompts?

Achilles having a lengthy conversation with that one horse he owns who can speak but who has the shittiest personality known to man

Achilles ankleplay? As in, someone kissing or massaging his ankle. Something something baring your most vulnerable spot to a loved one.

Achilles on a surfboard!

I'll take non-shippy Guda prompts.

Fujimaru Ritsuka the Servant, we know. Last Master of Humanity, summoned as a Servant, that's all well and good. What about Fujimaru Ritsuka Alter? What sort of Servant, what sort of person, are they? (I have a few ways to guideline the prompt if a filler needs assistance but I'll leave it open ended in case they don't.)

Castoria prompts? Castoria prompts for the soul?

castoria weight gain? this girl's life sucks so bad... let her eat good food to her heart's content... let her get a beer belly and round cheeks cuz she's in a much healthier situation in chaldea and not starving in survival mode 24/7...

Morgan having Opinions on Castoria. Or Castoria having Opinions on Morgan. (As in "whoa girl your life fucking sucks" not "oh I wish I were the one fucking master" I don't care about that.)

For the Castoria prompts: how about something involving her getting stuck? Feel free to interpret however you want (literally, metaphorically, physically, mentally, or whatever you find most interesting)

mozart and/or salieri prompts pretty please?

Salieri gets his Innocent Monster and Avenger skills temporarily nullified. While Chaldea staff is trying to figure out how to fix this, Guda takes the opportunity to let Salieri have a nice day.

Kiyohime prompts please

Anchin is summoned to Chaldea and Kiyohime drops her crush on Guda like last month’s lunch. Anchin turns out to be so eccentric (in a non-sexual way) that he makes Kiyohime look tame.

#weekly roundup

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noodleblade · 1 year

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Not a Hugger

first time writing rodimags ;--; enjoy! AO3 Link

Rodimus was avoiding him.

That was the only explanation Ultra Magnus could come up for his Captain’s shift in behavior. Even now, across the bridge Magnus couldn’t help but note the changes with an ever-growing dismay.

To the untrained optic or perhaps even at just a cursory glance, Rodimus was acting as he always had: irresponsible, loud, brash, ironic and unprofessional down to his protoform. He slacked off on his shifts- or barely showed up at all -passed his work off to anyone willing and had a general negligence for order and rule despite his station of Captaincy.

All, unfortunately, within normalcy for the Captain’s usual decorum.

Rodimus still laughed and joked with Drift, still rolled his optics whenever Megatron attempted to issue orders, still ignored Perceptor’s, albeit lengthy, reports and still kept his record as Number One Party Master at Swerve’s- whatever that meant . Truly, the only change that had occurred with Rodimus were his interactions with Ultra Magnus.

The Duly Appointed Enforcer frowned at the realization, suddenly feeling too exposed, like everyone else on the bridge was aware. He knew, rationally, that was simply not the case, as much of their relationship was the same as it ever was, only now with some additional…distance.

Magnus tore his optics away from Rodimus who was leaning against Drift, whining in his audials about not leaving him as the TIC’s shift came to a close, servos wrapped around the mech’s arm, helm practically resting on top of one another. The display was entirely inappropriate for their work environment but entirely Rodimus in every way it violated those foundations of decorum.

Rodimus had always been a touchy mech. The boundaries of personal space were not ones he recognized. It had been a…grating experience at first. The lines of professionalism and orderly conduct crossed in favor of informal amiability. It was inappropriate, especially for a leader and a Prime , but as time passed, Ultra Magnus was forced to recontextualize leadership, or at the very least, accept that Rodimus’s unique brand of it was not ineffective. And such, the touching became less of an irritant and more of an expectation .

A casual servo on his shoulder, golden yellow digits tapping and moving distractingly across blue matte plating; leaning in so close until the lighter speed-frame had to be supported, lest he fall to the ground; forehelms pressed together in the rare instances their statures were at equal level, matrix blue optics devious and full of mirth like he knew exactly how uncomfortable- no, flustered -the action made his Second. There were the few, infrequent moments they were alone, when Rodimus would squirm his way beneath Ultra Magnus’ arm to curl by his side, in not quite a comforting hold or Primus forgive a cuddle , but something tender and softer than what Rodimus was known for. Something Ultra Magnus had a difficult time defining, too many recharge cycles dedicated to searching dictionaries for a term that was appropriate but never quite finding it.

Not that he needed to now.

Something had changed in the past few decacycles. From almost a near constant physical closeness, there was now nothing. There was no cataclysm of change, no universe altering phenomenon, not even a disturbance in their profession nor personal relationship. Nothing that Ultra Magnus could make note of. One cycle it was Rodimus’s usual flagrant disrespect for personal boundaries and the next, and everycycle since, a distance that Ultra Magnus could only attribute as impersonal.

“Something wrong, Mags?”

Ultra Magnus’s optics cycled wide as his helm snapped up. Rodimus was watching him, optic ridge raised. The former Prime stood a few meters away, rocking on his pedes. Still distant. Magnus’s optics darted around to find the bridge hauntingly empty. The last shift’s mecha had departed, leaving just him and Rodimus alone.

“No,” Ultra Magnus answered sharply. Rodimus did not flinch or wince, but his optics dimmed, darting away. Guilt, worry and shame curled over his spark and Magnus added, “I’m worried about you.”

Confusion clouded Rodimus’s faceplates, field equally as puzzled. “About?”

Hesitance was not an attribute Ultra Magnus exhibited frequently, but he found in this moment, the words come out tentative , unsure. “You’ve been distant lately.”

“Distant?” Rodimus frowned, cocking his helm to the side.

There was still too much space between them and suddenly Ultra Magnus wished there was more, that he could somehow teleport to the other side of the ship, away for Rodimus, away from this conversation, away from this torture of his own design.

“You’re avoiding me.”

Rodimus’s frame stiffed, spoiler flinching up high. “I’m not sure what you mean,” the speedster muttered, unable to meet Magnus’s gaze.

While it was easy to identify the changes, articulating them was uncomfortable. The objectivity of the statements should have been a comfort- recognizing discrepancies and outliers were part of his job -but it was the subjectivity , the personal involvement that caused the words to clog his intake, unable to leave. Ultra Magnus felt like he was floundering, struggling to state his position without the humiliation in admitting his insecurity.

“You are longer…affectionate.” Immediately, he recognized this was the wrong word. Yes , it was what Magnus felt. He had long ago put Rodimus’s physical presence as an affectionate one, but that was his own, private categorization. Not one he had ever wanted to verbalize, especially with his Captain. “I mean, physically speaking.” Now, more than ever, Ultra Magnus wished he could be smelted down right now to escape this.

“Physical affection…” Rodimus repeated the words, much to Magnus’ humiliation. “You mean like hugging?”

No universe could ever allow Ultra Magnus to repeat those words back. He settled for a stiff, bobbing nod.

Silence echoed through the bridge. Never was he more thankful to be alone with only Rodimus to bear witness to this horrifically embarrassing display. He dared to look up to see Rodimus examining him, expression painfully unreadable.

“I just kind of assumed, you know,” Rodimus made an abort motion towards Ultra Magnus's frame as if it provided any further explanation, “you’re not really the touchy-feely sort. Not really a hugger.”

Ultra Magnus frowned. Rodimus’s line of thinking was not incorrect . Physical contact and tactile relationships were something he avidly avoided. They held no place in a work environment and in his personal sphere, Magnus found himself often alone, a decision of his own choosing. The casualness of amicable touches was foreign to him and admittedly, not something he ever instigated on his own accord.

However, Rodimus did and Ultra Magnus had gotten used to it. He had grown to expect his Captain’s easy disregard for proper conduct. Rodimus had never taken his position of their tactile relationship into question. As most things Rodimus did, he didn’t consider the greater aspect outside of himself. And as most things Ultra Magnus did, he did little to impede Rodimus’s choice of action.

“I’m not,” Magnus conceded, vocalizer growing softer with static and uncertainty. “But you are. And that discrepancy has never stopped you in the past.”

An abrasive chuckle torn through Rodimus. His faceplates did not reflect any mirth, genuine or sarcastic. If anything, Ultra Magnus was unfamiliar with such a closed off expression.

“I mean, I kind of got the hint that one time.” Rodimus looked away at this, digits fidgeting with the pipes of his forearm. “You know, on the bridge, mid-recharge cycle.”

The memory pulled up immediately as dread trickled down Magnus’s back strut.

It was the middle of the recharge cycle, the majority of the crew powered down in their habs with only a spare few monitoring the feeds and radars in case of emergency. Most of the lights were off, only a few auxiliary systems running and leaving most of the ship dim and dark.

Ultra Magnus had always been plagued with ill-fated, but it was nothing a brisk patrol wouldn’t solve. That’s usually all it took to calm the rapid spin of his spark and settle down his plating. His midnight patrols were usually uneventful and empty. However, tonight he had found another wandering in the dark.

Rodimus was not himself, that much was immediately clear just looking at him, but Ultra Magnus’s preliminary scans detected nothing physically abnormal. Just a damped field and closed off posture. Rodimus barely even looked up as Ultra Magnus entered the dark and empty bridge, the doors closing softly behind him.

“Captain?”

His voice felt too loud for the quiet room, though he had spoken at his usual register. Still, Rodimus looked up all the same.

His optics were a quizzical mixture of surprise and relief. Ultra Magnus was not sure what it meant. They were forlorn and searching and reaching and Magnus didn’t have the faintest idea of what they wanted. All he knew was a sadness hung over his Captain and he should do something .

Comforting was never his strong suit. Even as a commander, he often found himself stilted in reading a mech’s emotions and properly handling them. Rodimus was even more confusing, too many layers covering up anything authentic. It was why Magnus had felt satisfied in leaving the former Prime’s emotional state to Drift, who was far more equipped to read and understand Rodimus.

Right now, however, it was just the two of them and it would be highly inappropriate to disturb Drift for such matters. Ultra Magnus would have to attempt to navigate the situation himself, despite not knowing where to start. Thankfully, Rodimus was not the type of mech to wait and let other flounder.

With a fluid and grace of that of a lighter, smaller frame, Rodimus had crossed the bridge in a matter of seconds, servos brushing against Magnus’s plating to rest along his waist. Yellow digits tightened their grip as if he were afraid of being removed, leaving little dents in their wake. Rodimus tucked his helm against Magnus’s abdomen, their frames pressed tight together.

Unsure what to do, Magnus remained still, arms hanging limp at his side. His processor was a blur. Should he touch and return the action? Or would that ruin the moment, disturb the peace? Would his touch feel trapping? Discomforting? Or was that the desired course of action? Indecision made him immobile. He just hoped Rodimus got what he needed from the contact.

The moment hardly lasted more than a handful of nanokliks. Rodimus slowly shuffled away. Optics not quite meeting Ultra Magnus’s as he flicked his wrist in a perfunctory wave.

“Dismissed,” Rodimus said quietly as he turned back to face out of the windows on the bridge.

Never one to disobey, Ultra Magnus left and returned to his hab.

At the time, Ultra Magnus had only felt relief in his dismissal, the tightness in his spark loosening. He wasn’t the comforting type and he only felt burning humiliation in trying to act otherwise. And yet, the somber expression of Rodimus’s faceplates stuck with him late into the recharge cycle, sitting on the periphery of his processor. Internal protocols chastised him in his inability to know what to do. You should have done more. You should’ve requested him to explain his troubles. You should’ve stayed with him. You should have held him close.

The thoughts had plagued him till his next shift. As soon as he entered the bridge, his optics had landed on Rodimus who simply looked up and gave him a small smile before going on to sheepishly explain the latest disaster to grace the Lost Light. One smile had set his mind and spark to ease. Relief so great he didn’t even chastise his Prime for his involvement in the incident at hand. Cleaning up became the forefront of his thoughts and that quiet interaction in the dead of night faded away.

Ultra Magnus had assumed things would resume their course. The Lost Light would continue to reign chaos in whatever corner of the universe they landed in, Ultra Magnus would try to fix it before it got worse and Rodimus would grin and laugh and lean against him to tell him to “Loosen up, Mags!” He had made an assumption, and as the earthly colloquialism went, Ultra Magnus certainly felt like an “ass”.

Certainly now under the guarded stare from Rodimus.

He wasn’t used to the former prime being so closed off around him, wasn’t used to Rodimus hiding his feelings and intentions but evidentially, Ultra Magnus was no longer trusted to bear witness to those emotions. Somehow, that realization cut deeper than anything. Perhaps the distance between them was not only that of tactical affection.

“Usually people reciprocate hugs,” Rodimus grumbled, shifting further away. Magnus wished he would stop creating more space. “It’s the proper procedure .”

“I misjudged.” The words almost felt like begging from his lips. Anything to make Rodimus reconsider casting him aside. Because, he realized, that’s what this felt like. He had failed and Rodimus didn’t want to be around him anymore.

“Clearly,” Rodimus snapped. A shred of guilt crossed his expression before pulling back to something more neutral. “Either way, it's in the past. Don’t worry about it, okay? We’re good. Hugging is not our thing and that’s cool or whatever. ”

Somehow things didn’t feel good or cool . Nothing felt resolved, or if it had, it was the wrong resolution. Rodimus was still too far away, the energy between them was awkward and tense. Talking had sorted nothing; if anything, things felt worse .

Perhaps resolution needed a more Rodimus-friendly approach. And for the Captain, actions had always spoken louder than words.

With a heavy invent to center himself, Ultra Magnus took a daring step forward. Rodimus watched him cautiously, optics guarded. It was so rare to see Rodimus in such a state that the need to correct and fix the situation pushed down his own anxieties and worries. There was no reward without risk, without daring action. He hoped, at the very least, if this all exploded in his face, Rodimus would at least find humor in his disastrous attempt.

Slowly, with hesitancy pulling at his plating, Ultra Magnus raised both arms and held them out. His posture remained stiff, back strut straight and pedes shoulder width apart. He watched in dismay as Rodimus raised an optic ridge, his faceplate otherwise neutral.

Immediately, he felt humiliation crash over him in waves. He looked ridiculous and pathetic. Any moment now, Rodimus was going to burst into laughter and he was never going to see the end of it.

“Are you joking?”

There was no mirth in Rodimus’s tone. Not even a subtle tugging of his lip plates into a smile. The words were absent from anything Magnus could recognize as his Captain: quiet, distant, reserved.

Ultra Magnus swallowed the static clinging to his intake, embarrassed by the loud click that echoed through the room. “Have you ever known me to make a joke?”

Rodimus’s optics dropped. “Think the very thought of making one would crash your processor.”

Silence crawled between them. Ultra Magnus held his position, despite every voice in his helm telling him to give up, walk away, hide away, forget this ever happened. A resignation letter was already being drafted for inappropriate conduct with a recommendation of explosion from the Lost Light into the first black hole they ran into. A drastic punishment maybe, but preferable to any other aftermath of this disastrous moment.

Movement pulled Ultra Magnus from his spirally thoughts, optics zeroing in on Rodimus as he shifted his weight ever so slightly. An emotion flicked over the Captain’s face, too quick for Magnus to even begin attempting to interpret. He hoped whatever it was it was at least positive . The impassive look Rodimus has been wearing up until now had begun to melt away to something more determined, familiar. It eased a little bit of tension in his spark.

Slowly, Rodimus moved closer. Magnus stayed still as stone, worried if he moved it would break the pressure around them, the tension would crumble and they’d both run from this. Rodimus moved like one sudden motion or noise would spook him and threaten him to retreat.

Once the speedster was a scant few inches away, Rodimus raised his optic ridge in a silent question.

Tension had long ago shut down his vocalizer, but he nodded his helm all the same, spark threatening to jump from its casing, out his intake and crash down to the floor between them.

Ultra Magnus didn’t flinch so much as jolt as Rodimus laid his servos in Magnus’s. Immediately, Rodimus’s optics widened as he looked at where they connected. It was then that Ultra Magnus noticed as well the near imperceptible trembling of his plating.

“That wound up, Mags?” Rodimus asked, though there was no bite in his tone. It was simply inquisitive as small digits rubbed circled into the palms of his servos. He imagined the action was supposed to be a soothing one but all it did was urge his spark in its ever present mission to burst through his armored plating. Taking his silence for the answer it was, Rodimus hummed. “Nevermind, you are always wound up. Want me to take the lead on this one?”

Please . Ultra Magnus was more than adept at filling leadership positions when needed but he was always vastly more comfortable in a more supportive role, following guidelines set out rather than drafting them himself. Guidelines such as these needed to be crafted from experience, but he had none. Deferring to a superior officer with more experience was a show of trust and despite all of Rodimus’s faults, Ultra Magnus still trusted him.

Rodimus let out an understanding hum as his left servo gently tugged on Magnus’s all while leaving his right to continue the soothing motion of golden digits against stark white plating. He kept his grip on Magnus loose as he guided the servo to rest on his flank. When he let go, Rodimus kept his servo hovering over Magnus’s, as if it would retreat the moment he let go. Once satisfied that Ultra Magnus would keep the position, he closed the remaining space between them.

The press of warm plating against his own was as exciting as it was nauseating. His processor was alit, documenting the moment, recording every klik, analyzing their movement. It was overwhelming and he knew the moment would be engraved in his memory core for the rest of his life.

Rodimus pulled their joined right servos close to where their chassis were pressed together. Though his servo was dwarfed in Magnus’s, Rodimus remained in complete control of the movement, interlocking their digits together and squeezing their palms flushed. At the same time, Rodimus’s freed left servo reached up to rest on Ultra Magnus’s shoulder. With their statures vastly uneven, Rodimus had to stretch his entire arm span.

“Mind bending a bit?” Rodimus asked, digits drumming distractedly against his shoulder.

Magnus was quick to comply and was rewarded by the same appeased hum Rodimus had given him early. Bent over as such brought their helms close together. Rodimus’s optics never left Ultra Magnus’s.

“Is this to your satisfaction?”

Rodimus ducked his helm, pressing his cheek against the warm plating above Magnus’s spark.

“It’s alright. What about you? Not that you have much to compare it to.” The words weren’t biting, the tone almost hesitant to be anything more than the soft utterance. However, a realization crashed over Rodimus as he tightened the grip on Magnus’s servo. “Please say this as at least better than when you hugged Thunderclash or I’ll never live that down.” Rodimus pressed, unable to keep the bitterness from rising in his tone.

“ That was a thoughtless action. One I don’t wish to repeat.” It had been rather embarrassing. Ultra Magnus had done his best to forget and put the incident behind them. He was forever grateful for Thunderclash's choice to remain silent on the matter, letting them both leave it in the past unattended. “My actions regarding you are always thoughtful. Intentional.”

Hugging Thunderclash had been spontaneous and surprising, even to himself who had instigated the action. This was far different, his processor all too aware of every step they had taken to get in this position and the very thought of ending it made him want to hold on tighter.

Rodimus snorted into his chest plate at that response, digits drumming playfully along his shoulder. “Is that Magnus speak for ‘this is okay?’”

“Vastly preferable,” he couldn’t help but correct. Okay was middling, simple compliance. This…was more, though the words to articulate it failed him. All he knew was this moment meant more than just simply being okay . “Is…there a time requirement?”

There was a pause before Rodimus spoke. Ultra Magnus dared not move, fearful his inquiry had ruined the fragile quiet between them. He expected a laugh or Rodimus to tease, but instead, the Captain kept his face pressed against Magnus’s frame, voice quiet and soft. “As long as you feel like it.”

“I see.” Terribly hope was blooming in his spark and Ultra Magnus felt almost daring . “I could request- I mean, I would like to remain like this for a while longer.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Mags. However, we need to work on your form,” Rodimus mumbled into his chassis. “You’re too stiff and withdrawn. Hugs are supposed to be warm and secure.”

“My internal temperature readings display a core temperature of-”

“No, no, you are missing the point,” Rodimus cut him off.

Ultra Magnus was about to remind his dear Captain once again that interrupting was rude and improper but the words lodged in his intake as twin servos brushed light up his arms, leaving a tingling sensation across his plating. Rodimus settled his hands on the tops of his shoulders, digits caressing the mountings of his shoulder stacks. A stray thumb teased the junction of his neck, tracing along the transformation seam.

“There’s more to warmth than temperature,” Rodimus said, though a small frown flickered across his expression. “Doesn’t even matter, as long as you are touching me even a little bit, we are good. One step closer.”

“We are touching everywhere we are supposed to be,” Magnus muttered back confused. Primus, they were touching in places that were decidedly inappropriate for their office setting.

“I meant emotionally but that’s not something I’m going to tackle any time soon.” Ultra Magnus flinched as Rodimus nuzzled his helm closer, digits rubbing small, soothing circles along his back. “We can talk later. Relax, Mags.” A nanoklik passed before he added with a small laugh in his tone, “That’s an order.”

Squeezing their joined servos, Ultra Magnus felt a rare smile tug at the corner of his lip plates, his spark burning in his chassis. “Of course, my Captain.”

#rodimags #rodimus #ultra magnus #mtmte #maccadam #transformers #my fics

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transingthoseformers · 1 year

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Imagine GetSent being introduced with the tinny bitlit in cuddled up against Sent's plating right over his spark. It definitely helped Rodimus sell the power love and restoritave justice. Their bitlit is stinking cute. When it looked up and beeped at Optimus he just went slightly mushy inside. Rendering him more susceptible to Rodimus' on the fly moment of inspiration.

Prowl definitely snapped his data pad cause he's too gravid to flip desks. His himbos are big enough that they dont show much and their mobility isn't impaired while Prowl is waddling. The Constructicons have so much Baby Fever. They are enjoying being pampered by the Lost Lighters. Prowl accepts it pragmatically because what else can he do at this point. Ratchet's still the Wrench-fu master.

Sentinel is geting two shovel talks from SpecOps. One re:Getaway the other re: not passing generational trauma on to the Sparkling. Who knew Jazz absolutely adores Sparklings.

Awwww yesssss

That's adorable, and extra proof for Roddie (and for Rodimus to be smug towards Sentinel)

Aww yeah

The baby is not helping Prowl's case lol

Prowl asks Hook to flip a desk for him

Ohhh aww yeah, the constructicons, Prowl, Getaway, and Sentinel are officially all over the LL gossip mill

Prowl you're gonna get some TLC goddamn it

Yep yep makes sense, most mecha still don't trust Sentinel worth a damn and everyone's prepared to protect the sparklet from him just in case just in case

Jazz having a soft spot for sparklings is adorable

#maccadam #transformers #idw prowl #constructicons #mtmte getaway #sentinel prime #idw jazz #mtmte ratchet #mtmte rodimus #who is having the time of his life #idw optimus prime #... omg wait prowl and megs are on the same ship. that's gotta turn out interesting #I'm imagining the Lost Light has touched down on Cybertron and that that's where they are?#yeah #the moon husbands sent GetSent_ Prowl_ and Prowl's harem to cybertron probably #maybe

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battleroyalbrackets · 6 months

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#fortnite #fortnite skins #fortnite battle royale #cuddle team bracket #raven team leader

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melonyswife · 1 year

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Hello, and welcome to my Tumblr account.

I am Dee. I am a 20 year old woman with no clear goals in life. Here you will find a collection of POSTs that I find amusing or important. Expect to find many posts related to the Undertale and Deltarune duology of RPGs and the breakneck breakcore FPS ULTRAKILL.

Fun Facts

My pronouns are She/They/It. Use whichever fits most for the current situation.

My fursona is a rabbit.

My favorite fictional characters of all time are Melony from Pokémon Shield and Gabriel from ULTRAKILL.

I have 988 hours played in Team Fortress 2, and my most valuable cosmetic is a Plumber's Cap painted Australium Gold to resemble Wario.

I have 2187+ hours in Fortnite: Battle Royale, and a total account level of roughly 1,900. My favorite skin is Mecha Cuddle Master.

I've coined the term "Dee Type Character" to refer to any female character that is primarily pink. That's because they're all me. My favorite is Mad Mew Mew from the Nintendo Switch port of Undertale.

If we're mutuals, don't be afraid to shoot me a "Hello!" in messages

I wrote the initial "computer open. computer shpw me Fortnite milfs" post.

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NSFW blogs may follow this account, but I ask that you don't make overly sexual replies to my posts.

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Now that you've (hopefully) read my entire intro,

fuuuuuck there's monsters on my post

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jchamphero · 7 months

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Mecha Cuddle Master

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zeph1rus · 2 years

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Akuu Daisakusen SRUNGLE aka Mission Outer Space SRUNGLE

Saw this on ebay and had to know more just based on the name. It's amazing and so is every one of the mecha associated with it.

Just look at this boy. Not lithe like a variable fighter, our main guy looks like he could headbutt straight through a planet if it looked at him funny.

Just like most of his contemporaries, his alternative modes are 'hunching over' and 'sitting down a bit'. Doesn't matter, they're just different forms of "fuck you my fists are rockets and I can strap bits of my friends to me to give me more gun".

And just look at his mates, each piloted by one of the crew.

Bombie Tie fighter with legs. If the empire had used this many guns and legs on a Tie interceptor there would be no rebel alliance. Piloted by the only girl of the group Sexy (yes, that's her name). Absolutely incredible jumpsuit with built in heels. Apparently an exhibishionist explosive expert. Absolutely fucks.

Babysaurs

Piloted by the resident bear Babyface, our mechanic, who is too pure for this world.

Magicarian

I guess the party found a magic grandad called, obviously Magician and decided they needed an insect robot with a giant fan. Why not? Merlin had a white beard and he didn't have a giant robot, so fuck him. This dude is better. Can change his form to anything, but sticks with 'pervy grandad'

BrittJetter

Despite having a name like a defunct English low cost airline, our sharpshooter Jet has a pretty straightforward mech, but look at that outfit. Skin-tight lycra? yes please, and that cutout is just barely covering those powerful shoulders. He's got a gun and he knows which end to point at the bad thing. I would. You probably would. We all know it.

Centrosuper

Piloted by our suave master pilot Super star, long green hair, smoldering look, space bike mech. Does not know what sex is but will cuddle you and steal your space gold. Space bike has legs for reasons unknown.

Chancer Our captain Chance is the veteran leader of the gorilla organisation Pure thot energy, pilots chancer, a mech with entirely too much leg.

Together, they fight Crime.

No really, they fight the Crime organisation. Lead by the evil Crime Boss.

I've not seen a single episode of this but I love it.

#srungle #crime boss #crime #mecha #mecha anime #toys #japanese toys #c'mon - bombie?#toy #Akuu Daisakusen Srungle #system mecha collection #anime #clover #mission outer space srungle

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stardust-force-fortnite · 3 years

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The End Is Near

*Apollo*

When Ivan and Cuddle were at a hill on top camping and watching from a far to see of the golden cube and now it change into a pyramid.

“Oh no. We have to report in to the others. Ivan.” Cuddles says to him.

“Da. I’m on it.” Ivan then goes and grabs his phone to call Radiant. She then answered.

“Hello?” Radiant said.

“Radiant. Thank goodness I was able to reach you. Listen the cube queen has made the gold cube into a pyramid.” Ivan informs her.

“I see. It looks like she maybe up to something but, however I got some bad news. She may cause a black hole. Luckily we are prepared and setting up a dome for oxygen and supplies and foods. Also shelter for people that wants to stay.” Radiant came prepared for everything and ahead of time before the cube queen known as Tiranna.

“Da very good. The fight is still going and other people came on the island. Looks like Jet and Dakota was right about Naruto and his comrades came.” Ivan was surprise that Jet and his friend name Dakota who is another member.

“Yeah and looks like me and Felicia are not the only ones that know other realities. We’ll need the help that we can get. Though continue on spying on her.” Radiant says.

“Da got it. Over and out.” Ivan said as he hangs up the phone. Then Cuddle then came over to him and open her visor and lift his mask to kiss him and close her visor and put his mask on.

“Though you need that. Ivan it’s going to be ok. I know we will.” Cuddle said.

“Your right and I am worried but, I’m glad to be with you and be your lover.” Ivan reply.

Cuddle then open her arms for a hug and Ivan hugs her back as he needs it. “There you go. No matter what. Will always stay together and that’s a promise I’m going to keep.” She said.

“Me too my beautiful bear. Me too.” Ivan reply as he felt the warm of her arms and the love he needs.

#fortnite #fortnite battle royale #fortnite mecha cuddle master #fortnite all-hallow’s steve #fortnite all-hallow’s steve (Ivan)#fortnite synapse #fortnite synapse (radiant)

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voidwingsprime · 3 years

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Rules/Info

Ask (No Magic Anons) - Submit - Art Credits - Pronouns - Rogue Seeker Fic Blog - Other Timelines: Endling - The Flock (Outdated) - Relationships

Warning:

Rogue Seeker has the heavy topics of: cannibalism, child abuse, reprogramming, xeno ethics, generational trauma and rehabilitation of abusers, near extinction of one’s species, loss of culture, body horror, post-apocalyptic setting, all wrapped in surreal comedy.

About:

Once.

Soundwave was a slave in the pits of Kaon, fighting for zir life to amuse zir owners. Bonded to Megatronus, and with the aid of Winglord Starscream, they overthrew their insecticon masters.

But war takes its toll, and long aeons of warfare have scarred Soundwave and zir family.

Now Soundwave has awokened centuries later to a post shadow-zone world, where the war is over, Megatronus is deceased, and zir creations - both adopted human and cybertronian are wary of zir.

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Rules/More Info:

Rogue Seeker is a fan continuity, do not expect canon here.

I use this blog and discord rp to develop fic characters, so characterization will be wonky as I iron them out.

This is a multi muse ask/rp blog. Skywarp and co are part of a tightly knit flock, so multiple characters will often respond/interact in a thread, depending on how the muses are feeling.

I will take asks for the following characters: Soundwave, Starscream, Thundercracker, Skywarp, William Lennox, Hexbolt (OC), Churro (OC), Ravage, Laserbeak, Buzzsaw, Frenzy, Rumble, Sundor, Wingthing, Howlback, Squawktalk, Misfire, Slipstream, Nightstrike (OC), Shadowrun(OC), Rung, and Knock Out.

I don’t rp smut. Rogue Seeker mecha don’t any equivalent to mammal-style sex and Skywarp and co, would be extremely disturbed to find out about mecha with mating apparati. Though sha finding out would be extremely funny.

While many of the flock members are willing to cuddle, none of them are willing to take conjunx or amica, since it takes decades to centuries for that level of trust to build up.

No racism, queerphobia, transphobia, classism, ageism, ableism, in OOC discussions. Feel free to call me (the mun) out but do so in a civil manner.

The muses’ views do not reflect mine. Do not mistake the muses for the mun. Many of my muses if provoked enough will attack or even attempt to eat annoyances.

RP is generally non-canon to the Rogue Seeker Cont. In the unlikely chance, a thread is Rogue Seeker Canon, it will be tagged as such.

NO GODMODDING, NO AUTOHITTING WITHOUT DISCUSSING IT WITH ME

#ooc #blog admin

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gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights · 4 years

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Rating: T

Summary: Home is where the heart is. And sometimes, home is a room Cataclysmed out of the sewers beneath Paris. At least it has a stocked fridge, a pretty comfy couch, and Chat Noir's Nintendo Switch. Oh, and some pretty good company, too. (Or, the one where the heroes from season 2 essentially move into a homemade apartment.)

Word Count: 1797 | Chapter 1/?

Notes: for @landturtlealyce, one of the @mlbforblm giveaway winners! The drive is now over, but it’s still always a good time to check out colorofchange.org! More notes on this AU are on AO3, but the tldr is everyone’s 20 in this and no one knows each others’ identities.

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“Aaaaaah! This is so sick!” Rena Rouge clapped her palms to her cheeks as she took in the underground hideout.

Marinette knew it wasn’t much—practically just a boxlike room Cataclysmed out of the Paris sewers—but it was off the grid, a place Hawkmoth wouldn’t think to look for them. And thanks to a few rounds of her Lucky Charm, the room had furniture that wouldn’t have fit through the small door otherwise. A red-and-black spotted sofa took up most of the space in the middle, but a small refrigerator was crammed behind a stone counter that served as the division between “living room” and “kitchen.” A tall lamp cast a warm glow across the stone walls.

Extension cords hidden against the walls allowed them to borrow the sewer’s electricity. Was that stealing? Maybe, but even heroes of Paris had to keep their food cold somehow.

“Dude, you have a Switch? Please tell me you have Just Dance 2023.”

Carapace was already flipping through the games Chat Noir had brought. Marinette had tried to insist that they didn’t have time to play video games, but Chat said it would be good practice in case Hawkmoth ever akumatized Gamer 4.0. She couldn’t argue with that. (Especially since it was too much fun to crush him at Ultimate Mecha Strike V.)

“I do, but the Wii versions are way better,” Chat pointed to the other console he’d already set up. “We should play 2015. That one’s got Holding Out for a Hero.”

“We’re not here to play games, kitty,” Marinette reminded him. They’d have time for that later, but she didn’t want Rena Rouge and Carapace to think they were too casual about their jobs.

“But if we are, I’d mop the floor with you all.” Rena crossed her arms.

“Psh, have you seen my dance moves, fox lady?”

“I don’t need to. The only one who’s ever managed to reach my score is my boyfriend.”

“Well, the only one who’s ever managed to top my score is my girlfriend.”

Chat Noir sighed from his spot leaning against the rough-hewn wall. “I wish I had a girlfriend to kick my butt at video games.”

He turned and fluttered his golden lashes at her.

“Maybe you’d be better off practicing a dating simulator.” She smirked.

“Ah, but none of them could ever turn me down as cleverly as you.”

Rena strode between them and put her hands on her hips. “Alright, alright, enough flirting. We can play games after Ladybug tells us why she brought us here.”

“Hey, I brought you guys here too,” Chat pouted.

“Sorry, why you both brought us here.”

“Alright.” Marinette nodded towards the couch. “You guys can have a seat. Chat and I will take the bean bags.” Those weren’t created by her superpowers, so they were the soft pink of her old bedroom.

“Aww, you don’t want to cuddle on the sofa with me? I make a great lap cat, you know.” He winked.

She rolled her eyes. He’d gotten bolder ever since they’d started working on this hideout together. She didn’t really mind, though—it had actually kept him more focused during akuma battles, since he didn’t have to cram in fighting and flirting all at once.

“So you and Chat Noir still aren’t dating?” Rena asked, crossing her legs as she sat on the couch. Carapace lounged next to her, his arms over the back. “I thought, with the secret hideout…”

“And since there’s only one couch…” Carapace wiggled his eyebrows beneath his hood.

Marinette nearly faceplanted on her way to the fridge. That probably would’ve been less embarrassing than facing Carapace’s question.

“First of all, no.” She pulled out the gallon of milk and slammed it on the counter. “Second of all, this is a strictly professional hideout. For team bonding, meetings, and recharging kwamis.”

“I for one would still like to professionally cuddle.” Chat raised his hand from his spot on the bean bag.

Marinette gulped her milk straight from the jug. She didn’t have the energy to grab a cup after dealing with all this. (Plus, she’d forgotten to bring the cups here.)

“Guys, leave Ladybug alone,” Rena said. “She didn’t have to invite us to her ultra secret base.”

“Thank you,” she breathed in exasperation.

Chat pointed to her face. “You’ve got a little, uh…”

She felt the milk drip off her chin. Right.

She wiped her mouth on the back of her wrist, put up the milk, and plopped down on the other beanbag.

“Anyway.” She glared at each of the heroes, who each sat up straighter. “I really need us all to get serious for a moment. I’m sure you guys have noticed that things have changed. Mayura has become more active. We’ve faced sentimonsters as often as akumas, and more often both at once.”

Just thinking about it made her exhausted. She’d never been more glad to have help from her team than in these last few months. There was no way she could pass her second-year classes if she and Chat Noir were the only active heroes.

So the news she was about to give Rena and Carapace was long in coming.

“If you’re up to it, I’d like you to keep your miraculouses full time now.”

Carapace’s jaw dropped. Rena Rouge grinned, her faux ears quivering.

“No way! I mean, yes! Of course I’m up for it!”

“Me too, but… what about the Master dude?” Carapace frowned. “Wayzz is his kwami too, isn’t he? Won’t they miss each other?”

Marinette shared a look with Chat Noir. They’d discussed what they’d tell their partners before inviting them here, but this topic hadn’t come up. It wasn’t like Rena or Carapace knew Master Fu personally; the kwamis flew their miraculouses to them each time they were needed. But Wayzz must have shared enough stories for Carapace to care about him.

“If we’re going to be a team, we need to be honest with each other,” Chat said with uncharacteristic seriousness. “The Master is gone.”

“Gone?” Rena gaped.

“Gone, like… dead?” Carapace whispered.

“No, no!” Chat said, he and Marinette both waving their arms.

“His memory has been fading for a long time now,” she admitted. “He’s still able function, but he doesn’t want to risk making any mistakes with the miraculouses. He deserves the rest, anyway. Last week was his 192nd birthday.”

Carapace whistled, sinking further into the couch.

“Is he okay, though?” Rena’s eyebrows drew together.

“He’s all good, don’t worry,” Chat Noir assured in his own comforting way. “His friend is taking care of him. They’re heading back to China, so he’ll be safe from Hawkmoth, too.”

“Wayzz didn’t tell me that when he came today. I hope the little dude’s taking it alright.”

“It’s going to be hard on all of the kwamis. The Master has been their only friend for years.” Marinette stood, moving to open a cabinet at the top of the entertainment center. “That’s another reason I’ve invited you here. Protecting the kwamis is a greater responsibility than I can handle on my own.”

Rena, Carapace, and even Chat leaned forward as she gently set down the Miracle Box. Well, box was a loose term—it looked more like a giant polka-dotted egg ever since Master Fu had passed it on to her. She was still studying the grimoire to learn how to disguise it again. Until then, the Miracle Box was safer in this hideout than in the apartment she shared with three other girls.

“We won’t let you down, Ladybug.” Rena Rogue nodded with determination.

“Yeah, we’re with you, lady bro.” Carapace smiled. “Though I’ve gotta ask—are you showing this off to all us temp heroes? You don’t know who we are. If Hawkmoth got ahold of us...”

“It’s a risk we’re willing to take now.”

Only Chat knew how long it had taken for her to reach that decision. He’d been the one to suggest it, actually. Hawkmoth and Mayura clearly worked together in a unified offense. The only way the heroes could stand against them would be by relying on each other.

“Does that mean we’re revealing our identities too?” Rena Rouge asked.

“As much as I’d like to blind you with my beauty,” Chat Noir flipped his hair, “it’s still not safe enough for that.”

“Aw.” Rena’s ears drooped.

“You won’t need to stay transformed the whole time you’re here, though. I’ve made masks for each of you, in case your kwamis need to rest.” Since they were adults, they wouldn’t automatically detransform after using their powers, but it would take a toll on their kwamis eventually. Besides, they might want to hang out with their friends in the Miracle Box.

Marinette replaced the box, then pointed out the four hooks near the door. “Carapace, yours comes with a hood. I wasn’t sure how to make it resemble your suit otherwise.”

Rena sprung up and ran to grab hers. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting it to be so soft. Once we’re done kicking Hawkmoth’s butt, you could go into costume design.”

Marinette laughed nervously. “Oh, it was nothing! Just a little something I threw together.”

“Don’t be so modest, bugaboo. You’re amazing at anything you put your mind to.” Chat rested his elbow on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes, but didn’t push him away.

“There’s only four masks,” Carapace said, stepping up behind them. “What about Queenie, and Ryuuko, and the others? Are they not getting the VIP tour?”

“I told you they’d ask.” Chat’s voice betrayed the smirk Marinette couldn’t see.

“And I told you, I still don’t trust Queen Bee. And the others are too inexperienced. We can phase them in later, but I want them to prove they can keep their own identities secret before we trust them with our hideout.”

Ryuuko, Viperion, Pegasus, and King Monkey had technically been heroes for about three years, but they were called in so infrequently that the experience hardly counted. Plus, there was the fact that the secret base was simply too small to fit all nine heroes.

Rena nodded. “Can’t blame you there. Queenie reminds me of this spoiled brat I knew back in lycée.”

“Same, actually,” Marinette mumbled. If it wasn’t for the fact that Chloé Bourgeois would never lift a manicured fingernail to help someone else, Marinette would almost think she was Queen Bee. Maybe she had a slightly-less-obnoxious cousin?

“Hey, let’s be nice to our teammate. Pollen must have picked her for a reason,” Chat said. “...Even if none of us has a clue what that reason is.”

“We’ll still work with her, dude. I’m just happy we don’t have to share the party house.” Carapace grinned. “And speaking of partying… can we play Just Dance 2023?”

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ladybug #chat noir #rena rouge #carapace #hero fam #fic tag #tali writes #mlbforblm #home base

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squidllezuwu · 3 years

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Cuddle Mecha Master and Omega have snuggle sessions.

Like they’ll be working on their suits and cuddle will accidentally burn her arm while wielding or modifying her suit and omega will kiss it better and hold her

#fortnite art #fortnite fanfiction #fortnitelovers

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thisweekingundamwing · 4 years

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This Week in Gundam Wing August 30 - 12 September 2020

Here’s this week’s roundup! Aug 30 - 12 Sep!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@angelselene

Stand Without Flinching (Ch. 20) https://archiveofourown.org/works/22763293/chapters/63998467

Gundam Wing, Marvel Cinematic Universe

F/F, F/M, M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei/Sally Po, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Duo Maxwell/OMC, Heero Yuy/OFC, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Duo Maxwell, Tony Stark, Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Sally Po, Lady Une, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Heero Yuy, Relena Peacecraft, Shinigami - Character, James "Bucky" Barnes

Mature, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Civil War Fix-It, Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Real Family, Not Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop Compliant, Enhanced Gundam Pilots, Preventers (Gundam Wing), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Ambiguous Morality, Morally Ambiguous Character, undecided ships to come, Family Reunification Act, Parent Tony Stark, Slow Burn, Found Family

For Duo Maxwell, family are the people he has loved and lost and whose names he bears.

For Tony Stark, family has always been blood and a name and Howard's shadow looming over him.

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

Twenty Kisses (Ch. 12) https://archiveofourown.org/works/24038704/chapters/63863065

F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader

Heero Yuy, Reader

Romance, Kissing, Drabble Collection, Reader-Insert

Prompt: a hoarse whisper “kiss me”.

Deadly Intent (Ch. 3) https://archiveofourown.org/works/25576657/chapters/64129522#workskin

F/M, Heero/Reader, ???/Reader

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Wufei Chang, Lady Une, Relena Peacecraft, Reader

Mature, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Reader Insert, Drama, Angst, Romance, Violence, Lime

Eleven years is a long time for a ghost to come back and haunt him. But Heero Yuy finds himself unable to dodge or outrun it. It’s the start of a dangerous cat and mouse game between one of the most powerful organizations in the world and a loner who has every intention of dragging him down with her. After all, she has come with deadly intent.

Twenty Kisses (Ch. 13) https://archiveofourown.org/works/24038704/chapters/64158358

F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader

Heero Yuy, Reader

Romance, Kissing, Drabble Collection, Reader-Insert

Prompt: following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck.

@coffeetailor

Touched by the Stars (Ch. 3&4) https://archiveofourown.org/works/26314657/chapters/64358008

M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Chang Wufei, Chang Wufei/Quatre Raberba Winner

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei

Explicit, thar be porn, Dubious Consent, Aliens, Alien Abduction, Alternate Universe, mention of MPREG, everyone takes a turn with Wufei, alien anatomy and interesting dicks, Tentacles, Monster Boys, Slime, Double Cocks, Cum Inflation, Knotting, Oral, multiple dicks, Xeno, Spitroasting

University instructor Chang Wufei didn't even believe in aliens, much less intentionally attract their attention. But that doesn't mean much when they decided he'd be the ideal final mate for their group and scoop him off of the planet to take home to their queen. Enjoying him on the trip there, of course.

@duointherain

Beneath: Leprechauns and Clovers (Ch. 12) https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/627927154018205696/beneath-leprechauns-and-clovers-1212

“Goddamn SON of a Bitch!” Duo screamed, staring at the place that Martha had been. Rage sparked around his head, amethyst lightening dancing around hair that just didn’t want to be constrained. He held out his left hand and his favorite scythe appeared. It was the one that Heero had given him on that first mission where Relena had been included. It sparked to life with a green fiery rage. “I have been trying to be so good! I have been trying to be friendly and peaceful and civilian! I look at the people at school and mom’s nice polite house and I have tried SO fucking hard!

TheManwell

The Silencer and the Sicarian (Ch. 7&8) https://archiveofourown.org/works/25478938/chapters/61806169

M/M, Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei/Solo

Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Chang Wufei, Solo (Gundam Wing), Hilde Schbeiker, Catherine Bloom, Kyouju H | Instructor H, Middie Une, Sister Helen (Gundam Wing), Heero Yuy, Professor G (Gundam Wing), Doctor J (Gundam Wing), Quatre Raberba Winner, Rashid Kurama, Abdul (Gundam Wing), Roushi O | Master O, Doktor S (Gundam Wing)

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Wufei POV, Duo POV, Trowa POV, Solo POV

It was just one vow. A simple but necessary promise to respect life -- both human and fey -- but can Duo hold to it when his resolve is put to the ultimate test?

@tziganecaffiends

In the Bleak Midwinter https://archiveofourown.org/works/26219125/chapters/63812077

M/M, Chang Wufei/Treize Khushrenada

Chang Wufei, Treize Khushrenada, Mariemaia Khushrenada

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Enemies to Lovers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Sleepy Cuddles, Prisoner of War, Eye Trauma, Angst with a Happy Ending, random cameos, Post-War, Character Death Fix, Fix-It of Sorts, Parent/Child Incest, Frozen Teardrop has a lot to answer for, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mecha, Battle, Multiverse, Hurt/Comfort, Mental Health Issues, Everyone Needs Therapy, Treize gets a dog, Garbage cat, Drinking

Something that had happened down in the office had been bothering him, wanting to come out. The veil of pretending had been pulled down, perhaps, and there was an unspeakable relief in having it said out loud, in having argued with Treize. Someone that smart shouldn't be that much of an idiot. As if there would only be one right way to end things? ZERO was fucked up and weirdly layered. It gave battle statistics, yes, but it also had a limited future function if someone fiddled with it long enough, and Wufei had.

Wufei had looked. Treize had apparently been happy to end with everyone goes on but me. And whatever had driven him to stop looking in ZERO was still in his head. Whatever it was that made a man just tap out hadn't magically resolved itself, which was a shame because Treize was carrying on as if it had. He couldn't fix that. Didn't know where to start unpicking that rats' nest in the man's skull, and it wasn't his responsibility.

Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/628530984276639744/its-here-cue-last-impression

Wing Zero, gunpla

@gundammeta

https://gundammeta.tumblr.com/post/628112239191293952

Tallgeese and the Goose™, fanart

@gwfrozentears

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/628482816007634944/al-fin-terminado-me-decidi-usar-stickers-en-lugar

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@silkytea-art

https://silkytea-art.tumblr.com/post/628646956308348928/was-anyone-elses-childhood-spent-pining-for-the

Heero Yuy, fanart

@the-efaf-draws

https://the-efaf-draws.tumblr.com/post/628475380147322880/long

WuFei Chang, fanart

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/628542891987435520/all-together-now-despite-the-five-of-them

5 pilots together, Sims

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/628011527357808640/heero-look-i-know-that-from-the-outside-it-seems

Heero & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/628540026505052160/trowa-practicing-pick-up-lines-i-can-take-you-to

Trowa & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/628929354629513216/duo-so-whats-for-dinner-heero-staring-at-the

Duo & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/628991226010632192

Quatre cat cry

@disturbed02girl

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, September 18th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/629061052992225280/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday

In need of WINTER/SPRING prompts!

@gwoc-october

GW OC October 2020!

Calendar and Prompt list will be posted up on September 17th! Watch for it!

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/624053314842230784/event-calendar-update

GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2020

Information: https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/627952774875906048/gw-holiday-gift-exchange-2020

Sign-up Form: https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/628041703013662720/gw-holiday-gift-exchange-2020-sign-ups

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

There may potentially be something, happening somewhere, for Halloween spookiness!

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #August 30 - 12 September 2020

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