#pinky unleashed au

[themurphyzone]

Sorry I haven't written anything in months guys. Work has been kicking my ass lately and I didn't have much motivation to work on my stories even though I really wanted to.

I haven't abandoned the BatB AU and Pinky Unleashed stories. I really do want to finish them. It's just a slow process.

Currently I'm focusing on the BatB AU chapter.

[notasapleasure]

The world turning at his pace

aka that time in the back of the van

Cassian Andor/Brasso (Andor TV series), Explicit, modern AU, friends with benefits, idiots in love, plot what plot/porn without plot. i.e. the same fic I write every time, Pinky. Title inspired by lyrics from Elbow - An Audience with the Pope. 6,988 words. *julia dreyfus haha what the fuck.gif* CW a smidge of setting typical homophobia, but don't worry there's also gratuitous insulting of Rupert Murdoch.

I was tired from van driving and demanding Brassian smut, or prompts for it, and @distressednoise obliged in the most ingenious way. THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME, FRIEND.

Not on ao3 yet, this is a special treat(??) for my tumblr sickos until I can be bothered uploading it properly.

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It should have been a simple job. Brasso picked up the van - full - and drove it to all the addresses on the list he was given until it was no longer full. Then, in the darkness, he turned back towards the depot, which lay a straightforward few hundred miles down the motorway, and anticipated being back in his own bed by dawn.

He was somewhere around Penrith when a ringtone interrupted the Shipping Forecast on the van radio. He'd forgotten his damned mobile phone was still charged; no matter how long he left it in the depths of his jacket pocket it never seemed to die. And when it rang, it was only ever one person calling - the same person who had set the ringtone to a tinny electronic version of Auld Lang Syne in honour of Brasso's rum-fuelled rendition last December.

With the phone beeping incessantly, Brasso cursing, and the ubiquitous Border rain lashing down on the windscreen, the van pulled into the hard shoulder of the M6 with its hazards flashing. For a moment, Brasso sighed at the percussive beat of the wipers and the indicators, then the ringtone started up again, grinding out its stately rendition of the Scottish ballad with the kind of patience - the kind of necessity - that didn't hang up early.

After a swift rummage in the hi-vis jacket lying on the passenger seat, Brasso raised the little device to his ear. "Yes? What's up?"

A lorry steamed past in the outside lane and Brasso felt his teeth rattle as the road shook beneath it.

On the other end of the line a familiar voice smirked directly into his ear: sweet, sharp and vicious as tequila with all the chasers. "Heard you were on a job up north?"

"How did you hear that?" Brasso shook his head, figuring Cassian would pick up the gesture well enough by his tone.

"Word travels," came the cryptic answer.

"What word? I only left this - yesterday morning."

"And you've been busy, lots to deliver, I know..."

"What is it you want, Cass...?"

"I thought if you were in the area..."

"What area?"

"If you were in the area I could really use a lift. I'm out of cash and I've got to get back to London..."

"What area, Cassian?"

The answer, sheepish, was mumbled so Brasso had to think hard to work it out.

"Stockton? On Tees? What the fuck, Cassian..."

"I mean, I'm near there. Trying to get a lift to - " as another lorry rumbled past Brasso's van he heard a horn honk down the line and Cassian unleashed a barrage of colourful curses in English and Spanish. "Yeah well fuck you too! I'm already in the ditch! Hello? Yeah, Brasso, I'm heading to Darlington. On the main road. How long will you be?"

Brasso mentally totted up the extra miles, the slow roads over the Pennines to the other side of the country. At least there'd be fewer rude freight vehicles that way, he supposed, as another one buzzed him with an indignant honk of its own.

"An hour and a half?"

"An hour?! I thought you were in the area!"

"Cass, 'the North' is a pretty big area. I'll come as quick as I can."

"Well do," Cassian pouted down the line. "It's wet, my socks are soaked already. You should break the speed limit or I might die of hypothermia."

Brasso let out a sigh. "If you get there first, wait at the petrol station on the bypass, ok?"

"If I'm not killed in a hit and run before then..."

"All right, Cass. See you soon."

"Yeah. Yeah, fine. Thanks..." there was warmth and genuine gratitude in that last word, at least.

Brasso flung the phone aside and rubbed his face. It never did to ask why with Cassian - it was best just to pick up the pieces and see what could be salvaged afterwards. He flicked the dial of the radio along until some sort of cheesy commercial station replaced the sober tones of the BBC. Penrith to Darlington, in a storm, as fast as he could go - this required power ballads.

Humming along to the closing bars of Total Eclipse of the Heart, he switched off the hazards and pulled out into the dark, momentarily quiet lane of the motorway. He cycled through the van's gears with ruthless efficiency until the engine sounded like a Formula One racer and the chassis began to rattle. Empty, the van sure could move, but the faster he went the more he expected to take off at the slightest bump.

Ten songs and one cursory news bulletin later, with the same handful of adverts repeated time and again between them, and Brasso was bringing the van in a loop around Darlington's centre, slipping beneath the sulphur-orange street lights as the fuel light glowed sadly up at him. He was running on fumes, but he'd said to meet at a garage, and his employers had given him a cash bonus to cover the cost of fuel.

There was no sign of Cassian there, however, and Brasso worried Cass had found a completely different place to wait. He checked the time again and filled the tank. He bought an assortment of foodstuffs and drinks from the kiosk when paying for the fuel and looked around as though all it would take to summon Cassian was a tube of Pringles, an energy drink, and a packet of gummy sweets.

Under normal circumstances, Brasso wasn't convinced it wouldn't have worked, but Cassian evidently hadn't reached the garage yet and remained stubbornly absent. Brasso got back in the van, peered into the drizzly night, and slowly continued onwards towards Stockton.

Trust Cassian to be walking along a duel carriageway on a night heavy with fog and rain. Would he be wearing hi-vis? Would he hell. Brasso switched the radio off and leaned over the steering wheel to stare at the edge of the road. He slowed to a speed that would really annoy his fellow road-users, only there were so few about at this hour of the morning.

He was starting to wonder if he'd missed Cass in all the spray and the spume when something caught his eye on the other side of the road - a bedraggled scarecrow loitering at a bin in a layby. Frowning, Brasso pulled into the inside lane to try to get a better look - and got undertaken by a furious white Audi for his troubles.

He took the next exit and followed the convoluted directions that would lead him back onto the road going in the other direction, and was soon approaching the layby.

Cassian fell upon the door to the passenger seat and was inside, dripping on all Brasso's stuff, before the van had even stopped.

"Jesus what took you so long?"

"What were you doing over here?!"

"What?"

"I was coming from the west, why were you on this side of the road?"

"I told you, I was trying to get a lift!"

"But you knew I was coming, and I'd be on the other side!"

Cassian was rummaging in the glove compartment and finally found what he'd been looking for: Brasso's tobacco, papers and filters. "Oh my god, I need this..."

The instant turbulence inside the cabin when Cass arrived meant Brasso hadn't noticed the van's grumpy beeping until they were up to 80, heading back towards the dull orange glow of Darlington and its corona of light pollution. "Cass - seat belt."

Cassian made a sound - acknowledgement, oral eye roll, impatient sigh all rolled up together - and fidgeted, speedily rolled fag hanging from his lips as he sought the end of the seat belt.

Brasso swore he could hear Cass's clothes squelch. That long trenchcoat hadn't been waterproof since before Cass inherited it from his foster-father. It was like Cass thought that even repairing or properly maintaining it would cause it to lose its connection with Clem.

He settled, though, and the windows started to mist with condensation as the van's heating warmed him up.

By the time they were back at the junction for the A1 some unfortunate HGV driver had aquaplaned themselves into a horizontal position across both lanes, which were closed until the lorry could be moved. Thwarted, Brasso tried to give a good-natured nod to the police officer redirecting them - as Cassian kept his head down and his collar up - and speculated on a new route through the countryside, meandering a way over to the A19.

It was gone 3am by the time they passed Thirsk; Cassian's teeth were chattering though the heating was all the way up and the van cabin smelled of burning dust and hot plastic. The air was tropical with the moisture still steaming off him, but the heat was making Brasso sleepy as hell, and between them he and Cassian had already finished the bag of gummies and the energy drinks. Cassian hadn't told Brasso what he'd been doing in the North East and Brasso hadn't asked.

"Back in London tonight?" Brasso stifled a yawn against the back of his hand as they drove past a picnic spot, thinking wistfully that he could pull over there and sleep in the cabin if he didn't have a soggy passenger in the other seat.

Cassian made an ambivalent noise. His arms were wrapped tight around his torso, his elbows gripped in his hands. "No...just before tomorrow." Noticing Brasso's incredulous look, he added "I mean, this afternoon? He won't be looking for me until then."

Best not to ask - always best not to ask. But Brasso gave Cassian another sideways look that said he was very much tempted to ask.

"Shall we stop?" Cass released an elbow so he could chew on the fingernails of the hand that had been holding it.

"What?"

"That's why you're asking, right? You've been driving for hours. We should probably stop."

Brasso had been trying very hard not to think about stopping or sleeping, lest the very idea of either be so tempting he'd just succumb then and there. "No B&B's gonna be open at this time of night, Cass."

"We can sleep in the back of the van!"

The suggestion was so immediate Brasso guessed Cassian had been considering it for some time already.

"Have you seen back there? It's filthy. Last job was a bunch of reclaimed garden gnomes, they came with half the bloody garden!"

"I guess the other option is you drive till you pass out and then we get beds in A&E," Cassian hissed as Brasso had to blink and swerve when someone in the other lane sped past without dimming their headlights.

With a curse, Brasso assented. He told Cassian to keep an eye out for laybys, though now they were back on the motorway he figured they'd just have to wait for a truck stop that wasn't already full. They were past Wetherby and had finished the Pringles too by the time they found one, and made a dash from the cabin to the rear of the van through rain that was thinner but no less persistent than it had been further north.

Cassian hopped into the back as Brasso was still hoisting himself up and trying not to hit his head on the roof. He wrinkled his nose and crouched to rummage through the crumpled pile of packing sheets, looking for something dry, clean and comfortable to lie on.

Nothing met all three criteria, but a combination of loosely folded sheets made a sort of pillow and a cover for the cold metal base of the van. Everything smelled of mud and oil and antifreeze, but that was soon disguised by the smoke of the cigarettes Brasso rolled for them while Cassian wriggled out of his wet trousers. In the dark of the van he didn't bother hiding the fact he was watching Cassian, and Cassian didn't pretend not to notice. An ember-lit outline of sharp limbs, his eyes glittering and fathomless, Cassian sat there in his boxers and t-shirt, smirking around his fag at Brasso as he waited on the simply arranged square of bedding, his knees drawn up and his arms draped loosely around them.

Taking his time, Brasso dragged his eyes away from Cass and unlaced his boots. He left his socks on, but in an unspoken concession to Cass's continued shivering, to the goose-bumps on his legs and the way his body hair stuck out from each one, he pulled off his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt.

The cold air made his own hair stand on end and his nipples harden, but the light of their cigarettes was almost as warm as the looks they each cast across the cramped space.

"Budge up then," Brasso muttered, stubbing out his fag end against the metal roof and chucking the butt aside.

Cassian stubbed his own cigarette out and plunged them into darkness as Brasso shuffled in close beside him. He pulled his hi-vis over the both of them, though it left his legs cold, and tucked himself around Cass's back - bare chest against the still-damp fabric of his t-shirt, knees to the back of Cass's knees, and Cass's round little arse perched neatly against Brasso's crotch. Brasso dutifully buried his cheek against Cass's neck and closed his eyes - though it was so dark inside that he couldn't tell the difference if he opened them again.

The rain outside continued its dance on the flat metal roof, not thunderingly heavy, but in loud, fat drops that always seemed to come and jolt Brasso's eyes open just as he thought he was finally relaxing into sleep.

Then again, he didn't feel tired anymore. The nictotine buzz was coursing through him, and Cassian had warmed up in his arms - mostly, though ice-cold toes sometimes curled round to prod at Brasso's shins. It was obvious by his breathing that he wasn't asleep either, and with a contrived cough to clear his throat he pushed back against Brasso in a way that compelled Brasso to bite his lip.

It was always going to come to this from the minute his phone rang, Brasso knew. It happened off and on, the way Cassian came and went in and out of the lives of those around him. It had been happening off and on for some years now, actually. If Cass needed a favour, Brasso obliged when no one else would be soft or daft enough to do so; Cassian, perpetually broke and perennially aware of the effect his big brown eyes had on people, paid Brasso back in love bites and nail marks. It would have made Brasso feel like just another of Cass's lovelorn, disposable conquests -only with him, Cass did one thing he never did with the others - he kept coming back when he needed Brasso. By now they had both become quite good at knowing the steps that would ensure things continued this way and Cass would keep on coming back as long as Brasso kept on releasing him so he'd return again. It was a simple sort of dance with very little discussion involved and a lot of implicit assumptions - it needed to be, given the darkness of the back of the van.

Once more, Cassian wriggled against Brasso until he forced a grunt of acknowledgement from Brasso's lips. Brasso fidgeted in turn, trying to make sure nothing essential was trapped under Cass's bodyweight.

Cass twisted his head around, his messy hair catching in Brasso's nose and mouth. "You still awake?"

"Yes I'm still awake, you won't stay still for five seconds!"

Inevitably, with the pressure of Cass's arse against him, Brasso had already felt the first stirrings of heat in his groin. When Cass detected it too, he shuffled back against Brasso's twitching cock, ensuring it would harden between his arse cheeks. Again, Brasso bit his bottom lip and turned his face towards Cassian's neck. His arm tightened around Cass's body and he breathed in the smell at the nape of his neck - sweat and rain and cheap laundromat detergent, cigarette smoke and ground spice and something astringent: counterfeit ink? Cleaning fluid? Machine oil? Probably a palimpsest of all three.

Cass gripped onto the arm round him with one hand and reached behind him with the other, fingers questing for Brasso's arse to give it a squeeze and pull him closer.

Finally, Brasso let himself open his mouth against the back of Cass's neck and scrape his teeth over clammy skin, placing a kiss on each protruding vertebra he could reach, nuzzling his way down the back of Cass's t-shirt until he felt the vibration of a whine in Cass's chest beneath his arm.

When Cass moved with the kind of urgency that followed no force on earth could hold him - he shuffled his hips round and his arms snaked across Brasso's side and under his neck as Cass pressed close to him in the dark, his nose bumping against Brasso's cheek and his lips seeking out Brasso's lips. Salty flavouring from the crisps they'd shared and a hint of sugar from the energy drink coated his tongue as he thrust it into Brasso's mouth, kissing him hard and hungrily.

Brasso let himself be turned half onto his back by the attention, Cass pushing aggressively down on him, his hands clamping Brasso's jaw to hold him just how he wanted, before one restless set of fingers trailed down the open front of his shirt, raking through chest hair, carelessly catching at the ticklish curls on his belly and then plunging into the waistband of Brasso's boxers.

Brasso's hips bucked into the touch, but he could feel a rivet on the floor of the van's uneven surface digging into his shoulder blade, and it wasn't quite the juxtaposition of pleasure and pain that did it for him.

Cass didn't understand that from the sound Brasso made in his mouth though and redoubled his efforts down Brasso's underwear, fingers crooking deep under his balls and palm rubbing down on his cock. For a moment it did actually balance the pain in his shoulder quite well, and then Brasso managed to break free of the kisses, a hand gripping the back of Cassian's hair like he was dragging an overenthusiastic dog away from last night's takeaway on the street floor.

Cass bared his teeth in a similar way to a dog, too - Brasso knew because they dragged on his lip as he pried Cass away and shoved him over onto his back with a grunt.

Cass released his cock and dug fingernails into Brasso's chest instead, tangling in the thick dark hairs there and tugging so Brasso's skin prickled with sore heat.

Swearing as he kissed the squirming, sharp-toothed thing beneath him, Brasso fumbled for Cass's face in the dark, raking his own fingers through Cass's beard and hair. He dropped his hips heavily against Cass's and was in no doubt that the noise Cass made was a sign of appreciation at the rough handling. Brasso moved his grip from Cass's face to his hips and ground his body down against Cass's, groaning at the friction between his boner and the two layers of thin cloth separating it from Cass's equally hard cock.

It made Cass release another sound, and he didn't bother disentangling his fingers from Brasso's chest hair before ripping one hand away to yank the back of Brasso's boxers down and land an open-palmed slap on the arse cheek he exposed.

"Fuck!" Brasso muttered in surprise as the stinging sensation lingered while Cass's restless hand worked at pulling his boxers further down.

It just gave Cass another opportunity to clamp down on his lower lip and suck until it felt bruised, so Brasso relented and freed a hand to assist in the removal of his underwear.

The boxers were barely off his arse cheeks when Cass started wriggling away anew, slipping down beneath him towards the doors at the back of the van.

"What're you - ? Cass, where are you going?" Brasso had to hold still and listen to the hollow banging of Cassian's shoulders and arse squirming against the floor of the van as he shuffled beneath him.

The first indication he had of where Cass had ended up was the hair tickling his navel, then a breathy giggle against his stomach, followed by lips, teeth, lips, and a hand between his legs as Cass tried to manoeuvre the two of them so he could get Brasso's cock in his mouth.

It wasn't easy to prop himself up how Cass wanted without hitting his head on the roof of the van in the dark, and Brasso was only partially successful in the endeavour, but he wasn't going to spend long contemplating the bruise on the back of his head when Cass was insistently whining "Come on Brasso, fuck my mouth, I'm right here!" between swallowing as much as he could of Brasso's cock and tugging on his arse, trying to get a rhythm going.

Scrabbling in the pitch black for a hand hold, Brasso eventually found one of the straps for securing cargo and got his weight on his knees so he could thrust down into the darkness and the invisible, wet warmth of Cass's mouth. Without being able to see what was happening he could only concentrate on the sensation of tongue and pressure, sucking and - more often than he meant to cause it - gagging. Cass's fingers would tighten on his arse and he'd try to hold Brasso close even as he spluttered and choked. Brasso could feel the back of Cass's throat pulse defensively against the pressure of his cock and always slowed down afterwards, tried more measured movements, but Cass would crane his neck and bear down on him until he could dictate the angle of Brasso's hips - with just the softest threat of teeth as he did. The third time Brasso had to listen to him retching in the dark he pulled back and sat down heavily on what turned out to be his hi-vis jacket.

"Where'd you go?" Cassian said sulkily, but Brasso was already rummaging by touch for the pockets of the jacket. He found the lube and condoms first, then his lighter.

"Here," he flicked his thumb over the spark wheel and held the plate down, squinting past the little blue flame to meet Cassian's eyes.

His cheeks were flushed deep red and his lips were shining with spit. His hair was a wreck and his beard was tousled against its natural growth, his t-shirt was half shucked up and his boxers were peaked like a circus tent.

Brasso stifled a sigh at the sight of him, but Cassian didn't hide the flash of lust in his own eyes at whatever the light had revealed of Brasso himself. He ran his tongue over his lower lip and moved like he was about to pounce.

"Wait! Wait wait wait!" Brasso held a hand up with a condom held between his fingers and offered Cass the lighter.

He pulled a face and took the condom instead, raising the corner of the foil to his mouth.

"Don't you fucking rip it," Brasso held the lighter steady and glared at him, eyebrows raised in warning.

Cassian's own eyes widened - as if! - and he daintily tore the corner before opening the packet with his fingers. "Can't believe you don't trust I'm clean," he muttered around a smirk as he leaned forwards to fit the condom on top of Brasso's prominent boner.

"Like I even want to know where you've been," he answered, feeling his throat tighten with longing as he watched Cassian's fingers move nimbly down his cock, rolling the sheath over it. "Besides, you never even ask where I might have been."

Cassian looked up at him quickly, sharply, his lips hidden by his moustache and his eyes cast into uncanny darkness by the side-lighting of the little flame. He seemed so alien to Brasso when he looked like that, like a creature from another world entirely. "I can only imagine," Cassian purred, lavishing Brasso's cock with a series of firm strokes.

He leaned over then and blew out the flame of the lighter, which Brasso didn't bother holding onto and chucked aside into some hollow corner of the van.

His eyes were confused by the afterglow of the flame, but he knew where Cassian's pants were anyway and dived for them with both hands, pulling them away as Cass flailed his legs to speed up the process. It didn't really achieve the desired effect, just earned Brasso a fat lip from the knee he took to the chin, but with a crack of stitches stretching the offending item of clothing was removed and Brasso fell upon Cass guided by smell alone, following salt and sweat and musky warmth. He pushed his tongue into the base of Cass's cock and worked it against his balls, sucking the loose skin on them and then running his mouth up the taut underside of his cock.

Cass whined and squirmed and grasped at Brasso's hair, his shoulder, his arm, seeking the hand with the lube in it so he could take the bottle and open it. He poured it - mostly - on Brasso's fingers, though some dropped onto the skin of his hip and he wriggled and flinched as it trickled a cold track over his body.

Brasso felt his way between Cass's arse cheeks as he mouthed Cass's cock, probing the darkness for the place that gave way to him, eager and accommodating to the first finger, tighter around the second.

Cassian made a desperate sound and bucked his hips up into Brasso's touches. "Come on, come on..." he complained, then sucked in a sharp breath as Brasso pushed the pair of fingers deep inside him. Cass moaned, and the sound made Brasso feel like he'd been kicked in the solar plexus by a velvet boot. He made his own grunt of pleasure against Cass's nutsack and lowered his hips to the van floor, his knees bent and feet kicking absurdly in the air because he was too close to the door to lie down flat. The van floor was cold and hard under his cock and he squirmed his hips again and pushed his fingers inside Cass to help prop himself up.

Cass's body clenched round him and Cass let out a hoarse cry - "Oh, fuck, do that again!"

Brasso tried, but the pressure wasn't as great now he was stable, so he pulled his fingers out and slapped his hand on Cass's hip. "Lube - where is it?"

"Oh, do you have to? Just fuck me..." Cass's knees knocked against his sides and he tried to draw him closer with legs tangling around his torso.

"I think some would be a good idea, Cass."

"There was some on your fingers already. I threw it over by the lighter. It's not worth going looking, just come here," he got his ankles crossed behind Brasso and tugged him forwards until their stiff cocks were trapped together between them and Brasso's tongue was somewhere halfway down Cass's throat again.

He made the most of it while he was there, rolling his hips and rubbing against Cass until the sounds Cass was making in his mouth grew desperate and high-pitched.

Abruptly, ruthlessly, Brasso pulled away from him and grasped for the inside of his thighs, squeezing soft, sparsely haired flesh aside and pushing forwards with his cock. He released one of Cass's legs so he could guide his head up to Cass's hole and test the resistance of his body.

He was tight, but still keen, insisting he wanted Brasso to fuck him hard even as Brasso began to ease inside him.

He shuffled forwards on his knees as best he could, realising there was no packing sheet beneath him, wherever they'd ended up. His head and shoulders were bowed so he didn't knock the roof with his head again, and he braced himself with one hand against the roof and the other on Cass's hip, holding him steady as he pushed deeper in a careful, slow way that brought guttural sounds of impatience from the darkness where Cassian lay.

Once he was all the way in he heard Cass release a shaky breath and felt him bring his hips up towards Brasso's carefully.

"You good?" Brasso moved his body in a small pulse against Cassian's just to make sure he got a genuine response, feeling him clench and force himself to relax.

Cass whimpered, but it was lust more than discomfort that made his voice shake when he replied "Yes, fucking come on!"

Brasso grunted acknowledgement, like it made no odds to him, but he thrust carefully, in measured movements that would feel hard to Cass but kept much of Brasso's power in reserve for now. He got in as close as he could, his knees splayed to either side of Cass's body and Cass's cock held gently but firmly in his hand as he bucked his hips against him.

Bit by bit, Brasso let his hips and hand speed up and put more power into the cycle of his thrusts, and he felt Cass's body rock and slide beneath him, his attempts at getting purchase somewhere on his surroundings failing as Brasso's body pounded solidly against his. Cass's legs floundered at Brasso's sides, his knees knocking against his ribcage, and he struggled to assert any control over the pace or rhythm from where he was, caught and held by the movement of Brasso's body.

He was getting louder with each moment too, helpless sounds and the back of his throat turning to hoarse, choked repetitions of "Ah!" that got louder the harder Brasso managed to thrust inside him, the more in time he could make the pumping of his hips and of his hand on Cass's cock.

Brasso's eyes fell shut in the darkness as he focussed on the rhythm and the feeling of Cassian's insides, hot and tight, yielding yet strong around him. Behind closed eyes, Brasso imagined what he couldn't see in the dark: Cass's open mouth and his eyelids falling heavily over a heated gaze; his chest rising and falling intermittently as he gasped for breath, but jerking with each coming together of their bodies; his nipples showing hard through the threadbare fabric of his t-shirt and the hair on his belly starting to gleam with sweat where it appeared at the hemline.

Brasso's eyes were still closed when Cass came hot and gushing, spilling over Brasso's hand and spattering his belly and navel. The feeling of it - a surprise in the dark, no matter how inevitable it had been - made Brasso himself come, heat digging deep in the pit of his body and rolling up like a riptide, dragging him away from himself, rushing him into some abyss where he forgot, for a moment, that the back of the van was dark, and thought he'd gone blind with ecstasy.

He let himself lie against Cass for a while afterwards, and Cass held him tight too, his legs tangled around Brasso's and his fingers holding the back of Brasso's head like, Brasso imagined, he'd hold a man beneath water until he drowned.

Sleepily, Brasso mouthed kisses along Cassian's neck, and Cass ran fingers over Brasso's skull. Brasso fidgeted and wrung out the last remnants of pleasure from his hips with little movements that didn't do much more than allow his soft cock to slip out of Cass's arse. Cass moved his head to nose and chin Brasso's face aside until he could be kissed, now with less use of teeth, with more sweat in Cass's moustache, with even more left unsaid than went unsaid during foreplay. Brasso imagined it was the kind of kiss the heroes of cheap romance novels got at the end of the story, and, like them, he prepared for the closing of this little fantasy they shared - until the next time Cass needed him. For now they'd sleep well, wrapped round each other like weeds, and when they woke they'd finish the drive, maybe get breakfast somewhere and bitch about the morning headlines like nothing had happened, and Brasso would drop Cassian off, and they wouldn't meet again for weeks or months, and then they'd do it all over as and when they needed to.

This had been a particularly good encounter though, Brasso admitted to himself as he pulled the condom off and knotted it before slinging it away into the darkness. Probably meant it would be a while before they did this again, each one nervous of what it meant that the most satisfying fuck they knew was someone they'd never publicly acknowledge as more than a well-worn old friend. Really, Brasso thought with a degree of relief as he nuzzled his face into Cass's shoulder, it was a good job they didn't talk about this. He'd only go and say something stupid, after all, like telling Cass he'd leave the rest of the world to rot and serve no one but him if the self-sabotaging little bastard ever cared to ask.

He didn't need to though - that was the point. He already knew - didn't he?

Too sleepy to worry overly about this, Brasso fumbled around for the hi-vis again and swept it over their shoulders, shuffling until they lay brow to brow, shoulder to shoulder, their lower legs twisted one on top of the other. Cass's breath tickled his face, and Cass's wrists sandwiched the arm Brasso lay on protectively between them.

He didn't remember lying awake or agonising about a thing - next he knew there was a cool, silvery dawn light in his eyes and a cold breeze on his feet. The van's doors were open and voices sparred tetchily outside.

Brasso sat up and cast about for his boxers, pulling them on as he tried to pick up the words being spoken outside. His back and shoulders ached from sleeping on the hard, uneven bed of the van, and he longed for coffee and a cigarette to clear the fog in his mind and his mouth.

"I said come over here, you little poof! I've got a sausage bap right here for you!"

Brasso sighed at the sound of a trucker yelling across the layby and quickened his work as he pulled his boot laces tight. Peace had been nice while it lasted.

He didn't catch Cassian's reply to the provocation, but he did step out of the van in time to see him turn, quick as a snake, and, with a little hop for extra height, smash his forehead into the taller man's nose.

The first thing Brasso noticed was how filthy the back of Cassian's t-shirt was where he'd been pressed against the van floor last night. Then he admired the shape of Cass's arse in his thigh-hugging boxers and the expanse of wiry, muscled leg leading down to his bare ankles and loosely pulled on Docs, muddied yellow laces trailing. Then, belatedly, he caught himself and sauntered over to pull Cass back from the trucker by a fistful of that grotty t-shirt.

The other man wasn't about to come for more though - if Cass's Glasgow kiss hadn't dissuaded him the sight of Brasso would have done. He cupped his bleeding nose and looked at the pair of them incredulously. "Pervs," he snarled, stepping back.

"What did you do?" Brasso couldn't help but ask as Cassian turned back towards the van, chewing on the cuticle of a finger with no nail left to gnaw on.

"I was just having a pee behind the bin! I asked where to get breakfast round here," he huffed, grabbing after Brasso's hi-vis and looting the pockets for baccy and papers.

"There'll be somewhere at the next services," Brasso told him, sweeping up the discarded fag ends, used condom and some of the other detritus from the van and taking it to the overflowing bin in his cupped hands.

On reviewing the state of the van and of Cassian, he saw they'd missed the messy pile of packing sheets entirely, and Cass's t-shirt had rubbed a section of the floor nearly clean. The streaky patch of grot made it look like they'd dragged a corpse out of the back, and Brasso wondered whether his employers would prefer to hear that excuse rather than learn their van had been repurposed as a '70s style shagmobile.

He retrieved his lighter and his lube and chucked the hi-vis at Cassian. "For your dignity."

Cassian pulled a face but nestled himself inside the large jacket. Inside the cabin he arranged his socks and trousers across the over-worked air vents so they'd have a better hope of drying and sat in the passenger seat - all fluorescent orange and bare legs - smoking his way through Brasso's tobacco.

They agreed to skip the first few service stations they passed - there was a chain of diners further south that Brasso knew would feed them well enough to compensate for the lack of sleep. They probably wouldn't even ask Cass to put his trousers on either.

As it turned out, his trousers were dry enough to pull on by the time they stopped to eat, and Brasso watched Cass fall upon an obscenely stacked breakfast burger from over his vat of coffee, wondering where Cassian was putting the mountains of hash browns and black pudding that he guzzled down. It was for the best that they were both reasonably decent as the morning crowd included holidaying families, but Cass didn't modify his language when he flipped through a copy of the Sun someone had left on the table.

"Mum, what's 'scrote-faced misery pornographer'?" a young girl asked in the next booth after a particularly forceful outburst, so Brasso kicked Cassian's shins under the table.

"Can it! No one here cares what you think of the editorial."

Cass rolled his eyes and pointed again to the story that was vexing him - increased police powers, a change the paper wholeheartedly supported - and launched into a defence of his outburst, as if Brasso needed convincing of the argument against giving the pigs a free rein to stop and search at taser-point. He was thinking instead of how accurate his prediction for the morning had been, and how this was simultaneously reassuring and a little unnerving. It was like he'd already cut himself off from this time with Cass, and was just counting down until their next run in, however many weeks or days in the future it would be.

"Want me to drive?" Cassian asked him as they walked back to the van, the wind whipping his unkempt hair across his face and his smirk half-hidden by his moustache.

"You're not insured," Brasso rolled his eyes. He hadn't recovered from the last time he'd been in a vehicle with Cass at the wheel - the van was not made for the kind of ruthless speed Cass specialised in.

In any case, ten minutes down the road Cass was asleep in the passenger seat, head back against the seat and snoring lightly in a way that raised a fond smile to Brasso's lips. When he noticed himself smiling he rubbed his face and gave his cheek a tap or two, telling himself to snap out of it.

He drove straight to Sal's - it had probably been someone at the yard who had told Cassian he was up north on deliveries anyway.

Brasso drank too-hot instant coffee from a polystyrene cup in Sal's office and listened to the next itinerary. Sal wasn't mad, or surprised, that Brasso had turned up late with an extra passenger - Cassian was now rummaging through Sal's wares while Bix kept a close eye on him, making sure nothing pocketable got pocketed.

When he had his new list of addresses and orders, Brasso went out to hand it over to Bix for loading. "You want a lift somewhere?" he asked Cassian.

"First delivery of the day," Bix raised an eyebrow.

"I like to get the awkward ones out of the way first."

Cassian gazed coolly at the two of them, waiting for them to finish. "Apparently the Swede isn't pleased with the last job I did for him."

"He did not sound happy this morning," Bix confirmed, folding her arms and glancing at the perspex windows of Sal's office. "We could hear him bawling at Sal all the way at the far end of the yard."

"Guess I could stay at Maarva's storage unit for a bit," Cassian tore another strip of cuticle off between his teeth.

"Why don't you take him with you?" Bix looked over at Brasso, mischief in her dark eyes. Like Cassian, she could smirk without moving her lips at all.

"So when this pissed off Swedish guy goes looking for him, I get found too?"

Bix shrugged. "How will he know Cass is with you? Besides, you'll have a navigator and a hand with unloading."

Brasso eyed Cass and Cass eyed Brasso. Brasso wondered if Cassian was thinking the same thing as him - what if the time apart was necessary to the functioning of their benefit-heavy friendship?

But Bix punctured the seriousness of Brasso's considerations with a casual addition: "Maybe the whole of Sal's van will be clean by the time it's safe to come back."

Brasso looked at her in surprise, Cass looked casually at the inside of the van, and Bix shrugged.

With that secret not, apparently, a secret, maybe it was best to skip town for a while, Brasso conceded.

[dev-nxbody-h3re]

i am unable to make a coherent thought right now. i need another au to think about. i need to create lore. how do i satiate this feeling.

With a new AU of course.

So have you guys seen *cough cough* The My Little Pony Equestria Girls movies? No? Yes? Well it doesn't matter. Because I'm going to explain my MLPEG AU.

This one actually starts with Evan. He's Princess Twilight Sparkle. Or, well, Prince Evan. He's the Prince of Childhood Innocence or something, idk.

So the before part doesn't really matter, but Elizabeth (who takes the place of Sunset Shimmer) steals Evan's magic crown. Obviously big no no. So Evan goes through the portal and is human and not pony. Helpy is Spike.

There, Evan meets Gabriel (taking the place of Applejack), Jeremy (Rainbow dash), Susie (Fluttershy), Fritz (Pinkie Pie), and Cassidy (Rarity). He does his friendship thing and Elizabeth takes the crown and transforms into Scrap Baby.

The MCI pony up and beat her ass with friendship, turning her back into Lizzy. They have a heart to heart and Evan goes back to Ponyville.

And then the second movie :)

My favorite movie :)

RAINBOW MOTHERFUCKING ROCKS. FUCK YEAH!!

So, Elizabeth is the outcast of the school now. The MCI are doing their best to help her, but it's difficult. Then, just like in Rainbow Rocks, we cut to a small cafe. People are arguing, and there's a faint green mist on the floor. We pan up to find four teenagers sitting in a booth, singing.

"Ugh, are you sure this is worth it? I hate eating fast food." One of them pouts, flipping their hood back to reveal black hair, dyed blue at the front. This is James.

"We take what we can get, James." Another flips their hood back, and they're Taylor, their hair coiled in a long braid. "We can't be picky."

"Doesn't mean it's good. It's just not enough anymore." A third pulls their hood down, and brown hair reveals Matthew.

The last opens their mouth to talk, but the friendship beams from Equestria Girls is shown in the background. All four of them gasp.

"Equestrian magic.." The last pulls their hood down, and they're Michael Afton, eyes shining with hunger.

He turns to his fellow Sirens and opens his mouth, the screen cutting to black.

Blah blah blah, boring band things. Anyway, the Sirens are defeated in a cool ass song. Their Siren forms are just their representative masks (Bonnie, Chica, Freddy, and Foxy respectively).

But their gems aren't destroyed, so Michael pulls them back and they run off.

And then the Friendship Games!

Instead of SciTwi being here, Crystal Prep's star student is one Jeremy Fitzgerald. Because I can't not have him.

He's wanting to pursue a higher education, but needs a scholarship to do so. He discovers magic and becomes enamored with it, trying to understand it with the help of a little doohickey circle thing.

He finds the portal, and sucks the magic right out of it and Elizabeth. He gets scared and gets on the bus.

Throughout the movie, their magic is depleted one by one.

They're all getting desperate. They need to win the games and everything is going wrong, and they can't even contact Evan. Elizabeth makes a decision, and during an intermission she goes out from the school.

The games continue on. The magic Jeremy has is getting harder and harder to contain, and Unleash the Magic happens. He releases the magic and turns into (wait, can you guess) Nightmare Mangle. What a shocker. Look, when there's only one thing the guy is known for you gotta use it.

He becomes obsessed with magic, and starts destroying everything a la Midnight Sparkle.

Everything is almost broken, until someone shouts.

"HEY!" It gains Nightmare Mangle's attention. "What do you think you're doing?!"

It's Michael. He looks different- more mature, bolder, more confident, whatever. But it's undoubtedly Michael.

Nightmare Mangle cackles. "Who do you think you are? A hero? Why even try when the world is breaking at my very presence?" He gestures to the gaping holes in the ground and in the air, which are slowly but surely growing.

"This isn't the right way to get what you want. Trust me, I'd know." Michael chuckles, clutching at the gem worn around his neck.

"What do you know of ambition? Is all you have to say meaningless words and promises of redemption?"

He clicks his tongue. "Well, I certainly know whatever the hell you're doing is giving off a lot of negative energy. And stop talking so poetically, you're not that kind of villain."

"Oh? Then, pray, what kind of villain am I?"

Michael doesn't look impressed, kicking a stone into the vast sky of the portals. "A lousy one."

This sends Nightmare Mangle into a rage, flying at Michael. The Siren hums a little tune and a giant fox is barreling into Jeremy.

All this time, Elizabeth is searching for the magic circle thing. Eventually she finds it while Michael distracts Jeremy, and does the Sunset Shimmer Friendship Games power up to try and talk down Jeremy.

Michael is eventually knocked out by Jeremy, and Elizabeth gains his attention.

They start fighting, and start beam attacking each other. Jeremy almost wins were it not for a blue rabbit kicking him away.

Nightmare Mangle growls and looks at James, who's standing over Michael's unconscious body protectively.

"You didn't think he came alone, did you? You're a fucking moron!"

While he's distracted with James, Elizabeth seals up the portals. The magic circle thingy is laying on the ground, and Taylor picks it up. They whistle, gaining Lizzy's attention, and they throw it up to her.

"Take his magic back! It's corrupting him!" They yell, narrowly dodging a beam.

Lizzy opens the pendant and points it at Jeremy, who claws at himself to keep the magic but is drained, falling in a heap on the floor.

She depowers and goes over to him. He's barely conscious, but shivering and shaking.

Matthew comes up to them, staring down at Jeremy thoughtfully. "He almost died, you know. That much magic in a person who hasn't had any before is dangerous."

Elizabeth sighed. "I know."

Jeremy is taken to the hospital for examination, and the MCI reconvenes near the school doors. The Sirens are with them too.

"Thank you for helping us, Mike. I think we would've died without you guys." Elizabeth brings Michael into a hug.

The MCI is confused. They tried to enslave the entire world last time they saw them and now Elizabeth is treating their leader as her brother?

"It's no problem. Just a thank you for helping us out."

Turns out Elizabeth had been visiting them and talking with them, and apparently had even convinced them to join the good side. They hardly ever used their Siren powers for anything malicious, usually just saving them for party tricks or real emergencies.

And then we get to Camp Everfree. The Sirens have re-enrolled in Canterlot High, and Jeremy has kind of joined their little clique. Turns out that having the magic of six borderline pony gods in a dude at once has some lingering effects, so Jeremy's learning to control his new magic. He's terrified he's going to slip back into Nightmare Mangle, but the reassurance from his ten (10!!) new friends can only go so far before he breaks.

Michael is determined to give his friends the most normal field trip of their lives. No magic weirdness, no powerups, no Siren junk, no nothing. Just being teenagers out in the woods.

Of course nothing can ever go to plan and Jeremy's magic starts misbehaving. The others are also having trouble with their powers, and the only people who know how to control it are the Sirens and Evan. So Cassidy finds a way to contact Evan, and he shows up.

"Hey, weren't you.."

"Yeah, trying to enslave humanity? That was a couple months ago, keep up."

So, they try and work on their magic, but a being known as Vanny Everfree shows up and wreaks havoc. (It's just their camp counselor, Vanessa A., using magic rocks she found in a cave.)

They have to power up to save the camp, but Jeremy's terrified. They try managing without him, but they are quickly overpowered.

Jeremy is forced to do a magical girl transformation, and it goes better than he hoped.

The Sirens are pretty useless here, so they're tasked with keeping people safe.

They do power explosion beams, raise money for the camp, and go on their merry way.

And they live happily ever after, fighting pony magic and being awesome.

That's it

[gladiator-gladiolus]

My prejudgement of the engage cast: Solm edition

Like I said before, this is as of before I venture into chapter 4 this time, so obviously I don’t actually know ANYTHING about anyone except what I’ve accidentally absorbed through fanart. This is all purely based on their appearance and the vibe. I’ll reblog with what I actually think of them after I’ve finished the game, or have sufficient enough exposure to them

(^_−)−☆

(These are probably really harsh, I have unleashed my full prejudice)

Fogado

Sylvain and Yuri’s personality love child

manwhore (but respectfully)

Looks like he has committed numerous war crimes and does so with an irresistible smile, 10/10 would do again, 5 star review on yelp

Knows how to emotionally manipulate you

Can dance really well but won’t tell anyone

a very good leader

Charismatic as FUCK

knows his people well and they love him

has a fanclub

Is known to prank people

sexy and he knows it

I’ll either be in love with him and won’t admit it or I’ll be completely immune

Pandreo

What is going on with his hair???????

ngl im kinda into it though

Has “goes to the same hairdresser as Lorenz” syndrome

Really mean but everyone is into it

Gay but is almost homophobic about it

would kick a child and call it character building

Has another male character he is shipped with religiously

the red flag everyone ignores

obnoxious pretentious little meow meow

I’m going to absolutely adore him

pretends he knows everything but actually dropped out of school at the age of 9 months

Bunet

Chivalry isn’t dead personified

excuse me hi, yes, my name is micromanagement supreme

Probably a Nationalist

Comes across as a jock at first but is actually extremely skrunkly dunkly

His work is his life

would rather the world be shaped into a cone and everyone slide off the face then see his friends hurt

Would rather be dead than not feel useful

In a modern Au would be obsessed with guns and holding dead animals

his parents are silly :(

is trying to further his reputation for 60% of the game

accidentally adopts one of the younger characters

is actually a bit of a nobody

Timerra

If you sucked every inch of optimism out of the world and concentrated it in one place, this is what would grow legs and emerge

Social butterfly

Comes across very confident but is actually really insecure

Is an only child

Tends to avoid reality

Shockingly the most religious out of all Solm characters

either extremely childish or overly mature with responsibility issues and there’s no in between

Kins Pinkie pie

Merrin

Wears winter clothes in the height of summer and visa versa

Tell him to bring a coat and he won’t then will blame you when he gets cold

is probably a girl that I mistook for a boy

Wants you to think he shops at hot topic but can actually be seen buying neon vests in the rave shop

Goth but the heart’s not in it

“I dOnT nEEd fRieNds, tHeY diSaPoiNT mE”

Quiet and reserved

Takes a long time to think about things but when he gets back to you on that, it’s going to be the best idea you’ve had the pleasure of hearing

Has a strong sense of self worth

was abused by his dad

Seadall

no, Navarre isn’t my twin brother why would you say that?

while you were busy buying body pillows, he studied the blade

Is a martial arts genius

If you’re not talking about combat, get lost

One of the most morally grey people you’ll meet

Is a sword for higher but would probably do it for free if you said please

noble gone bankrupt

Has a cruel master he has weird sexual tension with

the one Merrin looks up to

Man of no words

a woman I’m mistaking for a man

Panette

I saved the worst for last

not the clown but the whole circus

the quiet kid (trademark)

edgelord

who am I kidding, I’m just jealous because she’s way cooler than me, I’m going to end up loving her to bits

Super slay makeup so is super slay in all aspects of life

doesn't take life too seriously

just go with the flow

Likes causing people pain

favourite film is probably final destination

likes the smell of dead bodies

in reality cares about the well-being of others too much

doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her

the most mentally stable in the entire game

has a weird obsession with marionettes

Solm will most likely be my favourite but right now I’m in denial

[musemelodies]

hey folks, sorry for the radio silence (again). as usual, work is...a lot and it's only gonna get more hectic as the holidays approach. meanwhile, i've been looking into other places, taking it one day at a time, and what have ya.

also been watching a few shows (living single, fionna and cake, and tiny toons looniversity). honestly, despite all my skepticism after the animaniacs reboot, tiny toons is really good?? the comedy hits hard, the animation is amazing, and the characters are a lot of fun.

it sounds cheesy but i really appreciate how happy and upbeat it is and how it's not trying too hard to be meta or 'lol wasn't the original show so lame?' you get the sense that everybody is having a good time and genuinely like these characters, whereas animaniacs...well, apparently/allegedly, the producers hated most of them and it really shows. (it probably should've just been a pinky and the brain reboot, but what can ya do?) it's almost doing a reboot when you have a lot of disdain for the original is a bad idea or something.

as for the twin thing, it's still a bizarre choice and they mention it several times in the first episode and it's like 'okay, guys, we get it.' eventually, though, there's so much else going on that it's easy to overlook. it helps if you view it like an au (loonatics unleashed, duck dodgers, etc.)

[digitalmidnight]

The Loonatics Unleashed AU/ Reboot I'll never write but I have too many ideas for.

The Characters (with new backstory):

Ace Bunny: Predecessor of Bugs Bunny. Ace has always been pressured to be just as good as Bugs Bunny. So even though he is the lead role in the theater production, star of the football team and the coolest kid in highschool; he doesn't feel as good as Bugs. He's telling this to Lexi in a heart to heart before the meteor hits. Ace has the most powers, and his powers are akin to Superman. His powers are Lazer eyes, Super hearing, Brief, controlled invincibility and the ability to create objects (but all objects created are carrot based). Ace is unsure behind his leader like facade, but also knows he must protect his friends. He also is a natural leader and blames everything on himself privately.

Lexi Rabbit (changed last name to not be same as Ace, same to Trina): Predecessor of Lola Bunny. Lexi always liked sports, but above all she loved gymnastics. Unfortunately, the other girls on the team disliked her and didn't let her on. Lexi took that to mean she wasn't good enough yet, and practiced hard every day. Although she is a better athlete than everyone on the team, she still thinks she isn't good enough. She was talking to Ace when the meteorite hit. Lexi's powers is she can jump insanely high with no fall damage and can control liquids. She is bubbly and ridiculous like Duck, but also fairly smart and sporty.

D. Duck (Changes his first name so often that everyone just calls him Duck): Predecessor of Daffy Duck. Duck is constantly compared to Daffy Duck, and this has always hindered him. Nobody wanted to adopt a Daffy Duck. Nobody took him seriously because they thought him like Daffy Duck. He just wants to be himself, which is kinda similar to the newer Daffy. He was being a moody teenager and trying out Trina's new vehicle when the meteor hit. Duck's powers are "Quacking" (teleporting) and Sonic Screams (which sound like orginal Daffy Duck laugh). He is moody and a little vulgar and bitter, though he does care. He also says dumb stuff that turn out kinda right.

Tech E. Coyote: Predecessor of Wile E. Coyote. Tech grew up with his poor, single father in the middle of the desert. Tech was very smart though, and got into scholarship to a prestigious technology school. At that school he met Rev, and they became best friends. He went on to College with Rev, and tried to make a buisness with his friend, but nobody wanted their inventions if his name was on it. They figured an E. Coyote's invention was doomed to fail. He was returning from a failed sell with Rev with the meteor hit. Tech's powers are bending metal and regeneration. Tech is the same as the orginal, but with a clear soft spot for everyone in the Loonatics crew. Also smug.

Rev Runner: Predecessor of Roadrunner. Rev grew up the first son to the richest family in Acmetroplis. He was placed in prestigious schools that specialized in technology, and it was there he met Tech. Despite their parents hating each other, Tech and Rev remained best friends all throughout the rest of their school days. They went to the same college and started their own company. Just as they were coming back from another selling failure, the meteorite hit. Rev was born with his speed. Rev's powers are levitation and gps navigation. Rev has the same personality, maybe a little more affectionate and clingy to everyone.

(Very changed) Slam Manian: Predecessor of Taz. Everyone thinks Slam is a scary Tazmanian devil when they hear his name. Instead is he is a small child who is closer to a dust bunny than Tazmanian devil. He just ran away from people picking on him so they can brag they "beat up a Tazmanian devil" when the meteor hit. Before being recruited, he took down a monster with Penny. Slam has super strength and can "Taz out" where his appearance matches that of the orginal Looney tunes and he can cause tornados like the original Taz. Slam is a very nice kid, if not a little Naive. He also is extremely helpful.

(New) Trinity "Trina" Mallard: Predecessor of Tina Russo. Trina inherited her family's vehicle shop, despite being young, and frequently adds stuff to her and her friend's hoverboards and such. She is having Duck, who is her favorite test subject, try out a new vehicle when the Meteor hits. Trina can command electronic devices and can call objects to her hand. She's a standoffish and competitive, but also very protective of the other Loonatics.

(New) Penny Kittycat: Predecessor of Penelope. Penny's parents are big name actors and want her to be an actor. Penny is shy, frightened of the stage, cannot make up her mind and can't speak her mind. She just wants to do art in a quiet place, and that's what she was doing when the meteor hit. She has the power of illusions and telekinesis. She typically makes an illusion of the hero she wants to be, and uses her telekinesis to make it look like they are interacting. She is anxious and a nerd, but also loyal to a fault. She also is the 2nd most prolific rambler in the group.

(New) Buttercup Pig: Predecessor of Petunia Pig. Buttercup always dreamed of being something more, but she is stuck working on the farm. She is doing her every day farm chores when the meteor hit. She gets the power of telepathy and future seeing. She sees a future of all the Loonatics being together and stopping crime, so she goes out to gather the hero group and finally make a name for herself. She is clever, a little bossy, takes things a little too seriously and tries her hardest at every task.

The Reoccurring Villains

Rip Runner (Anti hero): Rip was always 2nd place to his brother. But not anymore! Using his father's technology, Rip decides to prove himself better than Rev (by beating him up with giant robots). When his dad joins, Rip eventually realizes his Dad isn't a good person. He helps take down his father, gives a heartfelt apology to his brother, then helps him Mom run the family buisness without his dad.

Ralph Runner: Ralph put all his stakes in Rev, but Rev abandoned the family buisness just like that! The problem? Obviously that no good Coyote! But he can't convince Rev to leave him and the Loonatics behind.... When Ralph discovers Rip being evil, he actually joins him with the intent of destroying everyone but Rev. He goes to jail when Rip turns on him.

Phantom le Pew: Predecessor of Pepe le Pew. Phantom le Pew believes his purpose in life is to rescue damsels in distress. What starts off innocent turns villainous when he believes Penny needs saving. He believes Penny is being forced to fight crime, and such a beautiful dame does not belong on the battlefield! His solution? Rescue (kidnap) her and then subdue (destory) the rest of the Loonatics! Phantom le Pew likes to use older/more romanticized ways of fighting, like sword fights. He also leaves calling cards and won't involve random citizens if he can help it. He eventually realizes he's not needed, backs off, and finds love elsewhere.

Marvin Martian: Not a predecessor. One day Duck makes his first name Dodgers, and Marvin mistakes him for Duck Dodgers. Even when Duck changes his name, Marvin goes after him. Duck later learns Dodgers is Daffy, and loudly tries to prove himself as not Daffy. Marvin eventually becomes their ally after his queen becomes their friend.

Queen Tyr'ahnee: Not a predecessor. Queen Tyr'ahnee wants Duck Dodgers brought to her no matter what. She, however, views Trina as a threat (whether in love or in combat is unclear). Queen Tyr'ahnee tries to one up her with the best in Martian technology, but always falls short. When they finally (it takes awhile, they're stubborn) talk it out, they become close. Queen Tyr'ahnee agrees not to attack them and teaches Trina Martian hand to hand combat. Trina, in turn, gives her cool blue prints and calls her face to face often.

___ Fudd: Predecessor of Elmer Fudd. Fudd has become a top hunter, universe renowned for his tracking and shooting ability. There's just one creature he hasn't yet hunted, a tazmanian devil. Of course, Slam is the most well known. Fudd relies heavily on traps. Will hunt anyone on the team. Eventually hunts bad guys instead.

_____ Sam: Predecessor of Yosemite Sam. Sam has inherited his ancestor's anger and got mad at Lexi, despite Lexi doing nothing wrong (in fact, she was actively helping others and being a good person). Lexi eventually gets him to be a good person.

_____ Pig: (Ace) Pig believes Porky should have been the Warner bros spokesman, not Bugs. Pig blames every single bad thing that happened to his family on Ace's family. He also blames it on Duck, but Ace is more of an issue to him. Pig actually isn't doing that bad for himself, he's just evil. Ace needs to convince Pig they are more than their family, but Pig also has nothing left to live for than destroying them. Pig ends up with a bakery and happy.

_____ Canasta: Canasta is now an oil tycoon who wants to buy Buttercup's family farm. They refuse and he goes full scooby doo villain on them. He specifically targets Buttercup and everytime he is involved it's a paranormal mystery. He also manages to "no thought, head empty" making it so she can't read his mind. Canasta does not get a character arch and instead ends up having to do community service forever.

Celi Eli Oh: (name is pun off CEO) that's right the main villain is a CEO. Fascinating. Probably CEO of ACME. People will complain it's not a throwback toon like the others, so I guess it can be someone's predecessor. Anyways they use their bought technology to bring the meteor over but are sad they don't have powers. So they plan on stealing the Loonatic's powers and becoming a hero. They succeed temporarily, and the Loonatics have to use with their born traits and powers as well as learned skills to beat them up.

One off shorts (incomplete)

A villain decides to make all the heroes go back to their roots so they can't work together. The women (Buttercup, Penny, Trina and Lexi) avoid whatever makes the guys turn. They end up snapping Tech out of it first, and he is horrified that he almost captured and injured Rev. Rev snaps out of it, and thankfully thinks Tech almost hurting him is a dream. Ace tries to stand up to the villain unthinkingly, thinking he has Bugs Bunny's typical plot armor. Duck suddenly has confidence and argues with Ace. They end up defeating the villain together before snapping back to normal.

A bounty hunter is tasked with kidnapping the most valuable member of the Loonatics team. They stalk them and see Rev helping Tech, gardening, delivering food around base, cleaning up etc. They figure him most valuable and kidnap him when he takes a nap. They get a request for help from Sam Sheepdog's predecessor, who is a bounty hunter. They realize Rev is missing and get a ransom call. They go with Sam's predecessor to the call location and surprise! It's Ralph Wolf's predecessor. They fight, but the two bounty hunters stop for a lunch break. During break, Sam's predecessor convinces Ralph's to join their side. It's hinted Ralph's predecessor's employeer is the CEO main villain. The bounty hunters go off together as a team with a punch of sheep plushes.

Predecessor of Cecil Turtle spends awhile trying to convince Ace he will never be as good as Bugs Bunny. Ace eventually says he's not Bugs Bunny (even though he really wants to be like Bugs Bunny. He just isn't.)

Marc Anthony's predecessor just wants to protect Pussyfoots's predecessor. It isn't easy and the Loonatics have to help.

Barnyard dawg's predecessor says Foghorn Leghorn's predecessor is evil! They get there and sike! It's Prissy's predecessor that's evil. Sike! It's Egghead's! Sike! It's Henry Hawk's predecessor. Can't everyone just get along?

Everyone is trapped in a maze but with someone they aren't usually paired with so we get that sweet, sweet characterization.

Rev's parents (before Ralph and Rip go evil), accidentally come over the same time Tech's single father does. Tech's dad learns to like Rev, Rev's father begins to put all his resistment on Tech.

They go to City/Planet Barbera, and on the City/Planet Ha'nah they meet an innocent mouse. Just kidding, it's Jerry's predecessor who is friend's with Tom's. The "prey" of the group have to avoid getting caputred by Tom's predecessor while the "predators" have to team up to catch Jerry's. If they can't, they wont escape. They obviously will escape. (The Prey are Rev, Lexi, Ace, Trina and Duck. The Predators are Tech, Penny, Slam and Buttercup.)

Pinky and the Brain travel to their dimension to try to control their own. They get weirded out and want to go home. Rev and Pinky compliment one another's voices and talk about their tech loving besties. Surprise! Snowball came with them and they all need to beat him and send him back to his dimension with Pinky and the Brain. (Voice thing is for Rob Paulsen, who is great)

Duck Dodgers shows up, wins against Marvin, and gives touching words to D. Duck.

Lexi and Duck, in similar Lola and Daffy fashion, go on a chaotic and epic adventure to get Buttercup a gift without her knowing what it is. Their minds are filled with so much chaos they actually pull it off.

Lexi beats everyone in video games, then needs to rescue everyone when they get trapped in a game.

Speedy's predecessor challenges the Loonatics to a race. Somehow, Slam wins.

Buttercup requests help for the farm. They try to use tech and their powers, but the old fashioned way ends up better. Then a villain comes! And old fashioned ways to beat them arent working so they use their usual ways.

Slam makes school friends, but they only like him in his Taz form. He gets too tired from battle and one of the other's has to save them. His school friends don't want to hang out with a weakling, but the Loonatics all be sure to hang out with him. Slam learns true friendship and stuff.

Trina and Tech both get into a fight for who makes better technology. They work together again when Duck and Rev are in danger.

They are put into a situation where they need to answer questions about a tv show correctly (made of tv show, nothing irl). They have to answer it correctly and the issue is nobody except Penny has watched it. They either need to watch 36 hours worth of this show, or Penny has to out herself as a shameless fan of this tv show (which everyone in the group thinks is dissing)

The old villains from the original Loonatics come back and they need to team up with Zadavia to destroy them.

Tweety's predecessor asks them for protection and its basically the same plot as the original episode, except Sylvester's predecessor is actually a good guy (that Tweety rightfully mistook for the bad guy) and Hector's predecessor is the bad guy working with Granny's predecessor. Tweety's predecessor is prince of his planet, but Sylvester's predecessor is his bodyguard.

Before Tech and Rev get recruited, they fight a monster. This is where they learn Tech has regeneration powers; but only after angst.

General things

When fighting, the group tends to pair up as follows: Ace and Lexi are offensive fighters who tend to deal lots of damage and dodge hits. They're first to throw fists. Duck and Trina are defensive fighters who take hits head on with technology. They have strong shields, and tend to use projectiles to fight. Slam and Penny are distractions. Slam uses his strength to move heavy objects and civilians out of the way while painting a target on himself, and Penny likes to make illusions that seem like a real danger to the villain. While they can hit hard, the villain tends to overestimate them and not focus on the actual hard hitters. Tech and Rev plan traps and find the enemies weakpoint. If they get involved with the fighting, it's to incapacitate the villain or deliver a single hard blow. Buttercup tends to stay away from the fights. She gives out warnings and instructions, but beyond that has to rely on Tech's tech to do any damage.

When they are not fighting, they are together in the Headquarters. This might as well be a giant dorm. They vibe together, as young friends do

Predecessor's don't have to be the same gender as their ancestors

Nobody is explicitly dating or not dating. This said, Tech and Rev are close. Ace and Trina are close. Lexi and Duck are close. Penny and Buttercup are close. Slam is like everyone's little brother, but hangs out with Penny the most. Everyone is close friends, some are old friends, but these are the people that hang out together the most. Maybe some romantic relationships at the end or something idk.

Trina tends to make vehicles, Tech makes weapons and Rev codes. Everything between can be made by any of them or all of them as a collab. Without Tech, technology doesn't work properly. Without Trina, technology doesn't work for long. Without Rev, the technology isn't very user friendly.

Everyone is more Looney than the orginal Loonatics, but more angsty than the normal Looney Tunes.

Slam talks just as well as anyone else. Until he goes full Tazmanian devil, in which case he talks like the Tazmanian devil.

Duck is basically every slightly depressing relatable meme. His back hurts, he makes dumb jokes, he spends too much time on technology.

Lexi is a mix between Space Jam Lola and Looney Tunes Show Lola. Shes funny and chaotic, but also a capable leader and extremely good at sports.

Tech does not clamp Rev's beak shut. Duck is not the butt of every joke. There is no token ___ of the group.

I'm not good at designing suit designs, but they should be more creative than they are now. Lexi's and Rev's should both having things to protect their feet when they kick. Tech, Buttercup and Rev should have wrist things to text one another. Ace and Duck should both have things to protect their fists. Trina and Tech should have technology built in to fire projectiles to enemies. Slam should have a suit that allows him to Taz out without his clothes tearing. Penny should have clothes that hide her while she's using her powers.

Everyone gets "screentime" and love and gets to be involved. It felt like Slam was shoved off to the side in the orginal.

This would be more of a comedy with angst. Also toon angst, not someone is bleeding out angst. Everyone has their own problems, but most of it is just them being happy together.

Jail is basically a five minute time out LMAO. Who goes to jail and stays there?

Ace and Duck crossdress at some point. I don't have a story, but I feel every version of Bugs has to crossdress at somepoint.

Sorry for the length LMAO. I had many ideas.

[milfingo]

Hello hello I hope you don't mind answering but what sort of shenanigans these different versions of Ingo would get into? How would Emmet handle all of them in a hypothetical scenario?

I'm sorry I took so long to answer ahhh! Mostly I just didn't know what to say and also I wanted to finish the ficlet before I said anymore about the other versions of Ingo in the au >.< But these boys are a handful and Emmet is but one master. If he managed to summon all of them oof. Rip his mana. But since I took so long I figured I'd write something for all of the different versions and one with all of them together. Maximum shenanigans.

Gonna make the one with them altogether separate though cause man. I feel bad for taking forever DX

Rider

Imagine if you will it is a snowy day in Johto. Emmet and his servant are out doing recon and the enemy they are spying on happens to have a caster who specializes in ice. She is known as the Cheerful Snow Fairy, and her master is a no name mage who seems too old and cranky to be participating in a GW. Anyways, things go smoothly until they run into one of her alarms which triggers a series of traps that make a clean escape difficult. Forced to fight, they are at a disadvantage as this is her home turf. Even worse when she opts to unleash her NP that summons something akin to a massive Abomasnow. Due to being unprepared, Emmet doesn’t have the mana reserves needed to power Rider’s NP to escape. In a desperate bid Rider attempts to draw mana from his surroundings. Not something he should technically be able to do but if his caster form can, then so can he! IT WORKS! Only the outcome is something no one expects. Casters always strive to make their workshops atop powerful leylines, however this is also where more than just the mana of the world converges. So do spirits and the leftovers from a time before. And in the case of dear Rider, without the innate class skill to be able to filter what he is absorbing for energy he gets a nice surprise! As the energy surrounding them seeps into him it mixes with his spirit origin and augments it juuuust that tiny bit. And when the resulting energy explosion settles, he is wearing a familiar looking hat, carrying a familiar looking sack and sporting some even weirder hair that remind Emmet of a certain generous bird pokemon. To which Rider promptly reaches into his bag and lobs a fair few presents at his opponent. Unlike the familiar bird pokemon these are all deadly and it quickly puts an end to the fight as caster retreats and Emmet is left stating at his very much santa-fied servant. How the heck is he gonna fix this??? Caster

Emmet needs to get use to his big bother being so much older than him now. Not physically, not the throne took care of that. But more so just everything else. He’s lived a long life and seems to forget his now more youthful form a fair but. This time however its Emmet who forgets he isn’t just an old man as Caster drags him to the beach. He’s heard about the surfing being good this time of year and wants to give it a spin.

Poor Emmet, since its a bit impromptu given the whole GW he hasn’t got anything packed. No problem, his brother has just the fix for it! With a snap they’re both decked out for a perfect summer day! Despite how much Emmet doesn’t want to he can’t say no to his brother! So off to the beach they go.

The instant they hit the beach all bets are off, Caster tosses aside his top layers and oh god he is getting Attention. Attention that he is very happy to have. Emmet can only watch in awe as his once mildy awkward brother now has the beach goes wrapped around his pinky. Free drinks from the bar, people hanging off his every word. What the hell happened in Hisui!?!?

Its ok Emmet, you don’t need to know.

But oh, that is not the worst part. The worst part is when his brother finally hits the water and its like something collective breaks in the minds of the people around him. He can feel the UST the air.

When Caster returns from his at this point showboating he makes a mention to head home without him. He’s going out to eat. That confuses the other. Until something dawned on him. His brother was likely low on mana. And they never bothered to do mana transfer because that would be too awkward and his hear CANNOT handle that PLEASE NO just where in the world was he getting his mana from??? Seeing the other’s confused look Caster just looks to the crowd with a smirk and licks his lip. Emmet takes a whole minute to reboot and leave. Nope. Not going to think about it.

Assassin

Assassin is the most unexpected way Emmet would have ever thought the throne would screw him over. She was not like him at all. Any yet the moments she was. They were too often. It made him ache and added fuel to his desire to obtain the grail. And yet on days like this. She terrified him in ways only she could.

It was Valentines Day. And she had declared that since he was hopeless, she would give him chocolates. Nevermind that, that was not a custom of Unova. Either way she has raided his kitchen. He prays she is actually able to cook. Because prior to their separation, neither could cook without the other.

It turns out. As she lectures him, making poison is similar to cooking (it isn’t) with some added chemistry (which at this point is baking but don’t tell her that). He is forced to sit and watch her craft his gift. It is a process as she demands his favorite foods, flavors, colors, even if he is allergic to anything. Which they had covered days ago. And with each question answered she seemed to pull thing out of her magical basket. She even pulled out what looked to be a live person before shoving them back inside. “Ignore the weird cat thing. I think it’s cute.” Despite watching the whole process, by the end he cannot help but feel like she is trying to poison him. She is after all not unlike the poison princess whose touch guaranteed death. She was glaring at him. He takes a bite. It is another 3 hours until he wakes up and she is looking at him smugly. “Bet you feel like a million bucks now.” “Holy shit. You’re right...”

[redrobin-detective]

Hey who wants a balls to the wall crazy AU that I thought of while walking my dogs?

Okay so, Katsuki’s quirk comes in when he’s four and not long after, his best friend Izuku’s quirk manifests, a telekinesis quirk like his mom. Its clear from the start that Izuku’s quirk is strong, able to move books and plates within days of coming in. Katsuki beams, its destiny that him and Izuku are so close and both have such great quirks. They grin at each other over sleepovers, pinky promising to work really hard and become heroes together forming the Bakugou Midoriya agency. For awhile, all is well.

It takes them awhile to notice that while Katsuki’s quirk is growing, Izuku’s is growing at a much, much faster rate. When Katsuki makes small sparks Izuku is moving tables; when his explosions are palm sized, Izuku levitated their teacher’s whole car. “Izuku’s quirk is so strong, he’ll be a great hero,” teachers and councilors say with bright (scared) smiles. Inko buys industrial strength quirk suppressing bracelets, just in case she tells herself. Every time he outgrows a pair, she buys another. 

Katsuki and Izuku are inseparable, Izuku is shy about his quirk having picked up the adult’s unspoken fear and caution around him. He’s sweet and kind but confident, he is going to be the strongest hero. Katsuki is always encouraging his friend always pushing him to be better. A small primal part of him also senses Izuku’s power and that little nudge that says he’s dangerous keeps Katsuki’s darker jealous impulses at bay. Then, everything changes during their last year of middle school.

Izuku separates from Katsuki to run to the store for his mom when he’s attacked by the sludge villain. Scared, surprised and suffocating, Izuku unleashes his power which he’s previously kept a very very tight lit on. City blocks are wiped out, the damage is unspeakable. Heroes from all over rush in expecting a band of villains only to find a crying child. Izuku is brought in and his quirk properly tested and its far more powerful than they had imagined, he’s listed as one of the most powerful psychics on record. His quirk is ranked as Class S, the most powerful and destructive of quirks (yes I stole it from OPM, shh). The Hero Commission comes in with smiles and says, “how about we train you to be a hero, Izuku-kun?” only it’s not a request. He’s pulled out of school and taken to a facility to hone his abilities.

(On my walk, I played with the idea of Katsuki running into AM and being chosen as his successor on the basis of him trying to save his friend and future partner and be the strongest hero. Still on the fence on it but it doesn’t factor too much into the AU so you decide)

The Commission wants to keep Izuku with them but Izuku insists on going to Yuuei, kicks up quite a fuss until they relent. He’s brought in on recommendation (Yaomomo is kicked out but takes the regular exam and passes). His true motives are to get away from the Commission who he recognizes wants to turn him into a weapon; he also misses Katsuki and knows he’ll be at Yuuei. The first day of class, Izuku walks in, hiding quirk suppressers under his sleeves and bursts into tears when he’s sees his best friend. No one knows what to make of the two kids who are holding onto each other crying like they haven’t seen each other in years.

Aizawa and all the teachers are briefed on Izuku’s insanely strong quirk, he’s placed with Aizawa for the sole purpose of being an off switch should he ever get out of control. He’s required by law to tell the kids there’s an S level quirk in the class but he doesn’t say who which is a relief for Izuku. He’s so scared of his quirk he barely uses it and he would have flunked had Aizawa not motivated him to use a small bit of his power to yeet the ball just enough to pass. Katsuki watches with frustration and understanding at his friend limiting himself, they have 3 years to get it under control. The class loves Izuku but they kind of don’t understand how a kid with such a weak telekinesis quirk got in on recommendation by the Commission. 

Anyway then comes USJ and shit gets real. Izuku, with his power has a savior complex from being the strongest person in the room in which it’s up to him to save everyone. As soon as he can, he moves all of his scattered classmates back to the front, blows off the doors and tells them to get out. He then singlehandedly subdues every villain, forcing each individual down with his quirk until he loses control. The class goes sick with awe and fear as shy, sweet Midoriya, lost in his own power, pulls the entire USJ facility out of the ground. Aizawa has to scramble up and erase Izuku’s quirk to get him to stop. The building hits the ground with a resounding crash, Tokyo reports a minor earthquake that day.

That’s as far as I got but I really want to explore the flipside of canon, of Izuku instead of being quirkless having such a ridiculously OP quirk, how it would affect him and those around him. Also I’m a sucker for stories where Izuku and Katsuki remained friends. Plus the idea of a nicer Katsuki inheriting OFA is kind of hilarious, him and All Might would make a greater duo. Anyway all I know going forward is the LOV wants Izuku so bad and he’s the one kidnapped in the Forest Camp arc.

[rouiyan]

𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘚𝘌 [ 𝘭.𝘥𝘩 ]

⧏ part of the before i met you collective ⧐

synopsis: you hate donghyuck’s stupid, stupid temper and also his stupid, stupidly sincere apologies. and just when you think you can seamlessly quote every word to come from his jabbering mouth, he does the unthinkable.

✧ idol!lee donghyuck x (fem.) college student!reader ✧ established relationship au

✧ genres : fluff, angst, and then some Fluff ✧ word count : 3.4k ✧ disclaimers : minor swearing, like a three-worded phrase referring to sex

✧ author’s note — i was really invested in this at first and wrote the first three thousand words in one day but i lost motivation and finally finished it a week after haha.

“baby, i think we should talk about something.” 

donghyuck’s eyes peered quizzically down at yours, a slim anxiety shadowing his irises. “it’s nothing to worry about but…” he huffed a silent breath, a small smile easing across his features before gesturing for you to continue. his hair is mussed and his glasses are perched upon the bridge of his nose, a sight that you will always welcome with open arms. “well, after you come back from your tour, it’s gonna be our-“

“-second anniversary, i know, princess.” his face now donned a smirk akin to that of an angel’s. “yeah,” you breathed, taken aback a bit by your boyfriend’s straightforwardness, “it's just… i’m a bit tight on money right now so i was thinking we could do, like, thoughtful gifts? instead of something more expensive.” donghyuck’s eyes dimmed the slightest at the reason behind your suggestion, “if you’re ever tight on money, i could always lend you some, you know?” 

shuffling around the bed and positioning yourself so that you were on eye level with the boy, a chuckle seeped within your sigh, “that's ridiculous, hyuck. why would i borrow money from you to buy you a gift? then you’d just be buying yourself a gift.” laughing dryly along with him you settled down to bring the conversation back to the point, “i was thinking that when you come back, i could cook you up a big dinner of all your favorites. it’s been awhile since i last cooked for you. and i guess that could be my gift.”

“of course, baby, i’d love that,” his eyes bore into yours with so much love that it felt almost undeserving to be the one receiving it. he's always been one to give and forget to receive. shaking the thought that donghyuck’s love could ever be burdensome, you held his hands in yours, relief written in your expression. “and i’ll,” he continued with a playful lilt to his voice, “just have to find something that’s equally as heartfelt as a home- cooked meal.”

it’s nights like these that set your heart to peace, when he lets you be the big spoon for once and when his soft snores reverberate throughout your body, making you think of him and only him. your hand cards through his locks rhythmically and you wish for nothing to ever change the way he looks at you or the way your heart pulls for him.

your heartbeat is erratic, thumping wildly in your ears, as donghyuck’s yells resound through the phone. he’s not mad at you, per se, be he’s definitely mad at you. tears prickle at the edge of your eyes as you think, for the fifth time in the past hour, just how unfair he was being.

“y/n, look, i’m not asking much of you. just don’t bother me while i’m working.” you huff breaths because frankly, you find his attitude increasingly hard to deal with. he’s been on tour with nct 127 for almost three weeks now, and he’s decided, for whatever reason, that now was the perfect time to blow out his stresses upon you. it’s getting harder to suppress the oncoming hyperventilation so while he rambles about how inconvenient and how inconsiderate you’re proving to be, you hang up.

sitting down, you almost can feel your heart shrivel up like a dried fruit and you long to sink further into the sheets. the vibrations of your phone, lighting up again and again with his contact name, hyuck <3, make you feel even worse than it should. you pick up the call after his seventh try and without even letting him realize, you begin your pent up rant.

“lee donghyuck, for the love of god, can you put aside your inflated ego for just one second and realize how much of a dick you’re being? i checked the fucking time before i called you, you’re not working, you’re at your hotel, it’s eleven at night over there. i’m fed up with you taking out all your shit on me. i’m your girlfriend, not your punching bag, jesus christ.”

you stop to catch your breath when you realize the tears have unleashed themselves and are now running freely along the crevices of your face. you feel a sob bubbling up your throat and you willingly let it out, your phone dropping within the abyss of the bed. it’s sad, the way your body ricochets with ripples of wilting emotion, echoing the feelings that have waited too long and have expanded twofold in even the tiniest moments of weakness. clutching your chest, you crawl to where your phone landed, motions lacking energy and will. 

before you can reach your phone, a soft, “y/n,” fills the empty void of the room. it’s hard to hear but the second it fills your ears, your heart constricts in a way it never has before whenever donghyuck calls your name. your eyes are blurry and your head is suddenly so heavy, you doubt you’ll ever be able to lift it again. it takes you three tries before you successfully thumb the button to hang up.

it’s nights like these that set your heart on fire; the type of fire that burns and kills. the empty room, the empty apartment, engulfs your body as if it were a mere speck of dust, invisible to the naked eye. you feel tiny in ways that are so not cute and it’s that very thought that pierces your mind to the edge of exhaustion, your emotional escapade coming to an end.

with everything in consideration, donghyuck thinks he’s prepared, or as prepared as he could be, standing outside your apartment, waiting for you to open up. his heart is loud in his chest, almost begging for his attention, but he ignores the sensation and takes a deep breath. 

among all his hopes and dreams, he wishes the most to see you again. it’s not like he didn’t think he deserved it but the silent treatment had really taken a toll on him. and with the constant pang in his chest alerting him of his failures, he’s reminded that you’re feeling the same, if not double at the cost of his actions. so if you decide not to open up, despite him knowing deep down that you will, he understands.

donghyuck’s feet tap nervously on the ground, itching for him to do something, anything. to knock until his knuckles bleed or ram into the door with full force, he’s sure that would relieve the urges. his body aches to be in the same room as yours, the weeks apart tearing him inside out. he unlocks his phone, to pass the seconds or just to look at the last text he’d sent you three hours ago, still read and unreplied. i just landed. i’ll be at your place by 7.

he sighs, a deep and earthy tone to his voice, covered in the frustration and stresses that have been tensing his shoulders for the past two weeks, waiting for this day to come. he pockets his phone and rings the buzzer one more time before his hand drops limply down his side, now drumming a rapid beat upon his jeans. 

as the door before him swings open, he feels anything but ready. instead, he feels shy and embarrassed to show up at your door front. the many words he’d rehearsed over and over again on his flight back had escaped his memory altogether. you’re donned in a large tee that he recognizes as his, so large on you that he can’t see what shorts you’re wearing underneath or if you’re even wearing shorts. your hair is messy and unkempt, framing your face in a way that only he would think is cute. donghyuck suddenly feels overdressed in his jeans and an environmental awareness graphic tee that you had gifted him a while back, a black blazer carefully thrown over but then again, he only came here looking like this because it’s your second anniversary. he bites down on his lips as he realizes that instead, you may be feeling underdressed. 

the eye contact he holds is broken as you step aside to let him in and he notes the way your arms are folded over your middle indicating one of two things. either you really do feel underdressed or it’s a sign that you don’t want him touching you. he decides to play it safe and steps through the threshold of your apartment, walking right past you. he does, though, catch the brief look of expectancy followed by disappointment that creases your brows and he takes a subconscious step back as he tries to decide if he should go for the usual hug and kiss anyways. he immediately backtracks when he sees that the timing has already passed for a greeting, inwardly wincing at his awkwardness.

slipping his shoes off as you lock the door, donghyuck enters the living room beside you, eyes scanning the room that’s lit by only a singular standing lamp and the pinky orange hues of the sunset falling through your sheer curtains. he can smell food in the air, something on the stove or in the oven, and he takes a swerve to the kitchen, the table set aside brimming with an abundance side dishes and all his favorite meats, grilled to perfection. he also sees even more of the same food on the counter, packaged in stacks of tupperware, with the labels ‘127’ and ‘dream’ written on pastel post-its. of course, he thinks, even when your mad, you’re still as considerate as humanly possible.

he’s shifting on his weight, unsure of what to say or do to show you that he feels entirely undeserving of your kindness despite being undoubtedly upset at him. donghyuck wants to facepalm himself because you beat him to it.

“have you eaten yet?” your voice is light but laced with a solemness he wishes he could wash away. he watches as you clench and unclench the material of his shirt, an emotionally grounding mechanism of yours he’s noticed every time you're on the verge of breaking down. he clears his voice before answering, “no, let’s eat.”

he turns to sit at the table when he realizes that there’s only one serving of food on the table. one bowl of rice, one cup of water, cold without ice like he likes it, and enough side dishes for just one person. he knows you’re not petty enough to make him watch you eat all his favorite foods but he’s even more saddened by the fact that it’ll be the other way around. you don’t want to eat with him.

“are you not eating?” he questions, though he knows the answer. donghyuck is sure that all his past ancestors are frowning upon him. it’s only right that his eyes dim when you give him a shake of your head, taking steps to sit at the seat across from where he was to be seated. following suit, he sits down whilst asking, “why not?” 

“i’m not hungry, that’s all.”

“oh, i see.”

a thick silence follows and it feels almost suffocating for donghyuck to sit in. he wishes more than anything now to have the courage to tell you what he needs to say. the words are lodged too far down in his throat so he settles for a, “how have you been?” between consuming mouthfuls of rice and glancing up at you as he chews. he feels he can quite literally see the cogs turning in your head to figure out what to say and he thinks he also knows the answer you will conclude to. an, “i’ve been better,” confirms his thoughts, his years upon years experiences proving to be top notch. “how about you?” he hesitates before speaking and starts with a, “me too, been better,” but you knew that look like the back of your hand. he had something else to say.

the frown that sits upon your lips irritates donghyuck, having been his job to chase it away, so he hurries to finish his food, almost choking and deepening your frown. he inhales every last grain of rice, piece of meat, speck of crumb, and ounce of water before setting down the chopsticks, tummy full and mindset prepped, for real this time.

truth be told, it’s not everyday that you and him get into fights but he’s always the one that’s petty enough to start them, hence his adequate knowledge on what to say after, how to say it, when to say it. “y/n,” he starts and makes sure to give a pause to make sure your attention is all his; more or less you feel as if you already know his next words, slightly annoyed that your second anniversary will go down in history as just another of his many apologies. worst part was, you could never bring yourself to doubt his true intentions, no matter what he did.

“i’m not going to lie, i was annoyed at you for calling. i was frustrated and stressed from the workload but among all that i was also selfish, and inconsiderate. and yes, i was the biggest dick to the bestest girlfriend.” if anyone was to give the most sincere of apologies, you knew it was to be donghyuck. he had so many love languages, and people would usually interpret this as his touchy nature, but you knew more than anyone that his words seemed too poetic and too perfectly curated to be deemed inferior to his touches. 

donghyuck, himself, likes to think that all he knows about love is from you. he doesn’t just like to think but he knows, amongst the millions of other things he knows regarding his girlfriend, that you will be the only girl ever to make him want so much. you drag out his desires by a tenfold and equally bring out the best in him. it’s a fact he keeps to himself but ever so persistently, that you are the one that keeps him going, day and night. he’s never been much of a romanticist, but trust when he says that his love for you was slow and gradual in the most beautiful way. like honey and molasses dripping at a crawling pace only to sweeten up the surfaces it graces. his love for you ages like fine wine and savors like a setting sun against a backdrop of stars. you will never need a man more than you need donghyuck, and donghyuck, you.

with all above considered, heaving and placed in the most carefully constructed sentences, he almost bulldozes through the next speech he’s prepared, checking off the bullet points in his head as he’d goes. he’s a stuttering and leg-bouncing mess from the sheer nervousness of how to get this to play out exactly as it does in his head.

biting his lips, he dives in, “y/n, i know you. i really do. i’ve known you for almost a decade and i’ve spent most of that decade trying my best to get to know you, chasing after you until you saw me the way i saw you. the last two years have shown me that all the time i spent being hung up on you was beyond worth it. jeno told me i needed to move on because you’d never see me as more than a friend, renjun gave me a list of girls he thought would match with my personality better, and my managers honestly hated you. but for some reason, i never gave a fuck. and i think it’s because that i’ve always known that we were going to end up together somehow. but actually dating you, i think i’ve known, since exactly two years ago from today, that you were the one.”

your breath hitches, oh how wrong you were thinking you knew exactly what he was to say. you feel lightheaded and spontaneous at the same time, like a sickness birthed from sheer joy. it’s as if you could feel the blood coursing through your veins, suddenly hyper-aware of your surroundings, of him. your suspicions are there and your eyes start to widen in panic and doubt in place of your immediate happiness. donghyuck senses this and clears his throat to finish his long winded confession.

“we’re still young, baby, we have no need to rush into this. but i was thinking of what to give you for a two year anniversary that’s meaningful and conveys exactly how much i love you. the fight made it really clear for me though,” he tucks his hand into the inner pocket of his blazer and withdraws a simple tiffany blue box. “i was in new york, for just a night, but i was passing by the store and it just clicked. this-“ he opens the cased ring box to reveal a simple silver band, with the letters of his initials engraved along the inside, ”is a promise ring, from me to you. i promise you, that i will be the one to marry you. trust in me when i say that there is nothing else that comes to mind when i think of my future. my future is you, y/n, nothing can change that. not a petty fight, or my job and your education, or the media even. it’s me and you, baby, till the end of time.”

his eyes are shining with tears that mimic the ones spilling from your own tear ducts. a small laugh ruptured at the back of your throat at how he ended his little speech with such a cheesy line but you barely have time to recollect yourself before donghyuck takes the box in his hands and removes the ring from its hold. he slips your right hand into his with ease and tugs it closer to slide the ring onto your ring finger because, “we’re not actually engaged, more like pre-engaged.” his heart has such a close hold on yours as he reaches into his suit pocket again, your eyes widening at the prospect of yet another surprise. 

it’s another ring, the same fashion as the one on your finger except with your initials carved into the inner ring. at this point you can’t understand why donghyuck has such a nervous look on his face, you’d say yes to almost anything he asks of you in this state. “i would also like to know… if you would make the same promise to me.” you don’t even bother saying yes, just taking the ring into your own fingers and slotting it onto the ring finger on his right hand. his face flushes almost instantly at your bold actions, even if he was the one that practically proposed to you today.

it takes everything in you to suppress the smile that’s already washing over your face, worried you’ll ruin the moment by looking too gleeful. the man across from you looks about the same except he’s failing miserably at keeping the joy from lining his features, maybe on purpose. donghyuck may or may not be completely head over heels for you, now over the moon that the two of you were back on good terms. his chest is light and his head is a little sluggish, only thinking of you and you-related things, like he’s been drugged by … by your love. his head is reeling at the tight smile that is a dead giveaway to what you’re not expressing and the way your eyes glance down every two second at the ring on your finger. he takes a glance at it as well and his heart swells infinitely because he knows that there is one on his own finger as well. the internal dialogue that you’re having with him is clear as day. your eyes are sparkling as if to say ‘i love you,’ your toes are tapping lightly on his sock-clad ones as if to say ‘i love you,’ and he’s noticed that your position hasn’t changed in the last ten minutes despite your usually fidgety disposition; that itself, donghyuck reads as a giant ‘i fucking love you.’

needless to say, it’s nights like these that sear your heart with ecstasy every living, breathing moment. donghyuck doesn’t voice any opposition when you pull him to bed right after, not even bothering to place the dishes in the sink. naked in bed, his love for you is the closest thing he knows to home and your love for him, the same. you suppose that you may have been viewing the world through rose-tinted glasses that night, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to the day the love of your life gets down on one knee to fulfill his promise, the very same day you were to say yes to fulfill yours. 

copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.

[tuancore]

Purple Hearts || { Part 2} :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader.

Genre- Angst | Non- Idol AU , Disorder AU

Summary- I will continue to love you for as long as I'm breathing but I won't let my love come in between your happiness.

*GIF not mine, credits to the owner*

You ended up beside your brother on the table where he and BamBam were munching chicken as if they have straight away come from stone age after fasting for a whole damn century.

"Woah Woah! You guys are that hungry", You spoke eyes lingering on their plates and mouths.

"Chicken unleashes hunger Noona" BamBam smiled dabbing with two chicken legs between his slender fingers, "Thanks for showing the practical of that self-quote", You said, passing him a non humourous smile.

"Nuh-uh it's not self-quote, it's my stomach's motto", He smiled heavenly looking up to the open sky where stars were glimmering everywhere, "Oh My cute stomach..".

Confused you and Yugyeom followed BamBam's gaze to the sky asking, "Is your stomach up there?".

Ignoring your rhetorical question, he praised "Chicken-ie and tummy, what a couple?".

"Noooo they should be soulmates, feeding our stomachs chicken sounds like match made in heaven", Yugyeom joining BamBam staring at the stars.

You shot both of them a wierd look before walking away from there, because if you stayed with them for one more second, you'll end up in the mental asylum. No doubts they are best friends.

You were about to ask for another glass of orange juice when the sudden call of your name made your steps halt, turning around you found yourself smiling widely walking towards the person, hugging her.

"Aigoo, You're looking so ravishing dear", She muttered hugging you gently, "I thought you won't come and meet me so I decided to look for you myself".

"Aunt Park—".

"I think I've told you to call me Eomma", She cut in with soft smile, "That would be a little informal, don't you think?", You fired back a smile plastered on your face.

"Who cares about that? I am like a second mother to you, Am I not?" She asked with a pout.

"Of course you are!" You pouted back, pulling the lady's cheeks, "But I would prefer aunt better for now".

"You've been saying the same thing for seventeen years now, but I'll not budge you anymore. Because after getting married to my son you are going to call me Eomma anyways till then I'll wait", The lady chimed with hopeful eyes which almost scared you.

"Marrying your son?", It came out of your lips in a whisper but she was quite good at catching it.

"Of course, you will be the only one marrying my son", She laughed.

"What if he get himself a girl who is more suitable for him than me?", You know you shouldn't ask such types of questions to his mother but you couldn't help it, your mouth was blurting your thoughts without processing.

"I think— No actually I believe that there's no girl who's more suitable for Jinyoung other than you", She assured rubbing circles on your palm.

Her words piercing through your heart, your heart started to race making your mouth go dry. Jinyoung's mother has known you since you were just eight after your family shifted to his neighbourhood.

Like any other bestfriends, you and Jinyoung were inseperable. You never had a real friend because of your father's business as he kept on moving from one place to another. However when you met Jinyoung, you both instantly hit it off which was not only surprising for you but Jinyoung as well.

One day playing with him in his backyard in his treehouse, he started crying and you asked whether you did anything to hurt him, but he hugged you tightly pouring his heart out.

"You know you are like my first real friend", he stated pulling your cheeks, displaying all your side teeth, his eyes still watery.

"Why? Didn't you have a real friend before?" You managed to speak. Shaking his head he expressed, "I don't know. All the boys and girls in my class always say that I'm too rich and that they don't want to be my friend they also make fun of me because I can't interact with anyone without....what do we call that?".

"That what?", You croaked out with your cheeks still in his grasp, "That when you don't..like you shy around and your voice comes out in parts".

"Shying around?" You answered in excitement.

"No you silly, it was a big word I don't remember", he said leaving your cheeks but held your ears but never pulling them, "Whenever they see me they laugh and throw things at me I don't like that, it makes me cry".

"Nope! You shouldn't cry anymore....I'm your bestfriend, I won't let anyone hurt you in anyway, you don't have to cry I'll protect you from those small evil kids!" You declared with a serious expression.

"Promise me that you'll always be my bestfriend and will always stay by my side", He asked extending his pinky finger towards you which you gladly accepted intertwining your pinky finger with his, "I'll always be with you, trust me".

Shaking your shoulders lightly, Mrs. Park asked "What were you thinking?".

"Umm... nothing".

"Oh well why are you alone over here? I thought you and Jinyoung were together", She asked furrowing her brows waiting for your reply.

"Actually he was with me but I had to come because— Yu—Yugyeom was looking for me", You somehow managed to get that lie slip.

____________

After the celebration ended, there were only Jinyoung's family members and his close friends who stayed back as Jinyoung requested them to.

"Go away, don't even dare to come near me you both with chickens in your mouth!" You shouted at Yugyeom and BamBam who were unbelievably still consuming different chicken items.

"Looks like they were starving the entire day", Jaebeom laughed from behind shaking his head slightly occupying the empty seat beside you.

"Day? They are clearly among those stone age men which we have studied during our history classes", You sighed rolling your yes back.

You were close with all of Jinyoung's friends. They knew about Jinyoung and Somi being friends but never did they expect Jinyoung to fall in love with Somi.

"Attention everybody!" Jinyoung's loud voice cut through everyone's gossips, he stood right on top of the staircase of his mansion while others were downstairs. Since the party was already over there was no need for family members to stand in night breeze.

"I would like to announce something very important", He beamed with one of the brightest grin you've ever seen, everyone's face was filled with confusion while you can exactly tell what he was going to do, even when your heart was bleeding but your face had one of the beautiful smiles.

"Today is probably one of the best day of my life", His voice laced with sheer excitement although he was trying to come out to be a little calm, "Since you all have always bugged me for not being in love with anyone....So today I want you all to meet the love of my life, the girl I've loved for a long time now, she's always supported me, has always been there for me, helped me, cared for me.....and....and my parents and my friends know her very well".

With that everyone's eyes were on you which made you want to run away and hide yourself in the farthest corner of the world and never come back, but you tried your very best to keep that smiling facade.

"He's definitely talking about you", Jaebeom stated proudly from beside while Yugyeom and BamBam smirked at you same goes for Jackson.

"And there she is....", He pointed in your direction, everyone clapping happily, "The Love of my life.....Somi", slowly the clapping dying down at the mention of Somi's name.

Somi stood up from her seat which was right behind your table, Jinyoung's parents had a frown on their faces while Jaebeom, Jackson, Yugyeom and BamBam looked pale, their souls leaving their bodies as they were handed with the most shocking news of the time.

Jinyoung pulled Somi towards him kissing her knuckles lovingly gifting her the softest look ever. Although your heart hammered against your chest you stared at them with a neutral gaze.

"I know you all might be shocked that I'm introducing her out of the blue, but yeah she is the one for me, she's the one that I need in my life, she's my girl and we've decided to get married in three months".

You were aware that this was going to come sooner or later, you smiled widely as soon as your eyes locked with Jinyoung's. Jaebeom held your hand under the table trying to calm you as your body trembled slightly.

"I love you Somi", He said aloud resting their foreheads together while their hands were intertwined with eachother, the diamond ring shining on Somi's ring finger.

"I love you too Jinyoung", She replied softly.

Jinyoung's mother watched you intently, she noticed the wide smile on your face which your were brilliantly faking for his son's sake when in real you were beyond hurt. That's when it clicked her, the way the glow of your face died down when she talked about you and Jinyoung getting married and your negative replies only proved her assumptions correct.

"You shouldn't have done this to yourself", she mumbled, still her eyes fixed on your form.

Part 1 | Master list | Part 3 |

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[themurphyzone]

Since my current WIP (not for PatB, it's for a different fandom cause I wanted to write with a different set of characters for a while) is nearing completion, I just wanted to share the next chapter updates of Beauty and the Beast AU (left) and Pinky Unleashed (right).

[sleepykalena]

@crazy-fruit is lowkey throwing some salt my way because my updates for The Right Key have been so slow, and I joked that it’s because she just wants to read Jyn and Cassian smut on a piano, to which she responded “That too”.

I’m too lazy to cut this WIP up into 2,000 character chunks that Discord allows, so here, have some post-story, pre-smut writing in The Right Key AU.

“Really? You want to do another duet?”

Cassian shrugged. “Would you rather we not?”

“No- it just seems weird that you want to do one.”

He leaned slightly, shoving Jyn as they sat together on the piano bench.

She pushed back with a scoff. “Alright, but just know that I expect you to up your game this time. If you’re going to insist on playing with an expert like me, you better show some progress.”

“And if I don’t?”

Jyn scrunched her face teasingly. “No more duets, you’ll just frustrate me.”

Cassian hummed. “Alright, fine.” His hands were poised over the lower octaves of the piano, readying his fingers in the C key.

But Jyn didn’t move her hands. Instead, she eyed his hands thoughtfully. “Hmm…no.”

“Jyn, I know what C looks like, you can’t use this against me,” he laughed.

She pinched his arm. “Shut up. We should switch places.”

“Switch?”

“Yeah, I think you need a challenge by playing in the higher notes.”

“Notes are notes, Jyn- I don’t think there’s much of a challenge in changing octaves.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Then you won’t mind switching places.”

Cassian pursed his lips thoughtfully. She had a point, after all.

“Alright,” he said with amusement, and stood up. “Give me some room, then.”

Jyn eagerly scooted to the left of the bench. “Ready?”

He remained focused on the pages in front of him, but nodded nonetheless. He was definitely ready.

He was definitely not ready.

“I told you the higher notes would be a challenge for you.”

“I don’t-“ he stuttered in disbelief. “What the heck?”

She stood behind him and leaned over to place a gentle hand over the back of his, and although Cassian’s face was warm from embarrassment, Jyn’s body- the way her delicate fingers traced his, the way her thighs pressed against his back- added another warmth that bubbled deep in his belly.

“You’re heavy-handed in the bass notes, which is what the music usually calls for, but if you press down on the keys like that for the much higher ones, you mute out the delicacy of the sound,” she explained. “Treble and bass don’t resonate the same way, so you have to have a much-” she pressed his right index finger, barely a tap, and a note twinkled under her guidance, “softer-“ she pressed his middle finger in the same way, “touch,” she said, and repeated the action with his pinky.

He could hear her breathe a little deeper than normal- was she smelling his hair?

Cassian bit down a smile, but as she breathed again and pressed her lips against the back of his head, her body rested more against his back. He cherished the moment, but a part of him still nagged. This was supposed to be practice time, a routine Cassian himself requested even well after the conclusion of his workplace wellness program, but Jyn’s talk about softness and delicacy only served to heighten his sensitivities to everything else that was soft, including…

As she continued to rest against his back, her soft breasts became more and more of a distraction, and he nearly sighed contentedly at the sensation.

He wanted a duet.

He wanted to play with her.

He wanted…

“Let me try again,” he said, trying to snap himself out of his own urges. “One more chance, please?”

Cassian could sense the grin from her, and she quickly sat back down. “Alright, ready?”

“Ready.”

He was better this time; the notes were a bit clunky, and he froze a few times after his fingers fumbled to hit the right note, but Jyn’s rhythm continued, never wavering, nudging him to keep going. Eventually he found himself easing into the gentle melody she provided him, and he managed to end the song much more artfully than he expected of himself. And, judging by how Jyn’s hands quirked up in flourish at the end of the final note, she might be in agreement.

“Better, but still not quite,” she said finally.

“Seriously?” he groaned. “You’re setting the bar too high.”

“No,” she corrected him, and reached over to place a hand on his again, and his core stirred at her touch. “You’re just trying to set the bar a little lower. Sneaky bastard.”

Sneaky?

He smiled innocently. “Alright, show me one more time.��

“Remember, Cassian, it’s about touch.” She pressed on his thumb and the key tinkled softly. “I know it’s a challenge for you, but you have to treat it delicately. It’s about having finesse to your touch.”

Her left hand began to reach over, but before she could place her palm against the back of his hand, he snatched it in midair.

Jyn retracted her free hand with a jump and she froze, only able to stare at his rough, broad hand, and her eyelashes fluttered in anticipation.

Cassian tried to exert some level of self-restraint, but as he brought her hand up to his cheek, he basked in the warmth, and, no longer able to resist, kissed her open palm, cupping it against his chin.

She inhaled sharply, but said nothing.

“You’re the worst at giving me signs,” he murmured, his voice muffled by her smooth skin cupping his mouth as he planted another- hungrier- kiss.

“I’m being literal,” she deadpanned. “You’re the one that wanted to dedicate practice time,” she pointed out, but her tone wavered when his lips traced her fingers and left feather-light kisses on the tips of each one.

“You want delicacy.” He kissed her palm, practically tickling her, and a different kind of hunger pang struck him.

“You want softness.” His lips lazily followed the trail up her forearm.

“You want finesse.” He kissed the pit of her elbow, again with the same gentle tease as before.

His other hand reached up behind her head, right at the base of her bun, and he threaded his fingers through the silky strands, loosening her hair and unleashing more of her scent. The notes of camellia and cherry wafted in the air, and Cassian hungrily took in the harmony of smells, causing him to reflexively ball his hand into a fist in her hair. He only needed to give a gentle tug, and Jyn obliged to his direction, lifting her chin enough to look him straight in the eye. Cassian could see the fine, golden flecks in her eyes, a gentle twinkle of light in her gaze, and her parted lips, nude with a hint of playful pink. A soft sigh escaped lightly, breathily from between them, and Cassian’s nerves were alight.

Her softness was betraying, a trap to ensnare the most unsuspecting of men. This much, he knew.

Despite that, he wanted to fall into it and be enveloped by her completely. Right now.

“You want to challenge me,” he said, his voice a low growl this time, and he let his breath tickle her lips before brushing them gently against her lower lip.

Jyn gasped at the sensation, and he savored the sound, but when her chin dipped to kiss him head-on, his grip on her hand tightened, and he pinned her wrist against the keys. The sound of the scrambled notes cut through the thick air between them, but they failed to take Cassian out of this moment.

“Alright,” he said haughtily, his gaze sharp, “I accept it.” He pressed his forehead against hers, teasing another kiss, but when she tilted her chin upwards to catch his lips, he tightened his grip on her hair to hold her head still, and she pouted.

He was more than up to the challenge- he would practice delicacy, softness, and finesse to make music.

Cassian buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in deep to take in the camellias, before lazily drawing circles with the tip of his tongue.

Jyn let out a whimper, and he basked in the sound of his first note.

alright jojo, fuck off and let me continue writing chapter 3 (at a breakneck turtle’s pace) :P

[raccoonpatriotism]

260 [Random, Useless Headcanons 📂] from @homeofthevan | Part 2 Explosive Boogaloo

1-100: Here

101: He’s always had an, uh, ‘excellent’ temperament with old women - starting from being forced to help out at Old Folks Homes to get him out of the Orphanage. 

102: He yells to show he cares. 

103: He also yells for the sake of it.

104: You have to constantly say his name if you want him to continue to be part of the conversation.

105: that’s why he so often repeatedly uses names, nicknames, a simple ‘son’ when speaking to people.

106: He assumes everyone’s just like him until proven otherwise.

107: Along with what I said earlier about him not being empathetic; he really isn’t able to visualize himself in someone elses shoes unless he’s been walked through, like, a specific a few times. 

108: He respects Miss Pauling the most out of everyone he knows. 

109: Smissmas and Thanksgiving are tied for his favorite holiday.

110: Jane really likes Halloween though, and isn’t a grump on Valentines day. 

111: <- Jane’s password for anything he owns that requires a password. More 1s if necessary.

112: When he’s thirsty he’ll go to the nearest form of water for hydration - catch him just drinking out of the bathroom sink - leaning up as he wipes his mouth, chirping, “Hello, private.”

113: He guzzles coffee like it’s fuel, but he has a very strict, No Caffeine after lunch protocol.

114: Decaff is for WIMPS.

115: Jane plays the trombone.

116: Subsequently, in most music, he appreciates and hums along with the bass parts.

117: Modern AU-Jane may be a Call of Duty fanboy, but he respects Halo for being another accurate depiction of life on the battlefront. 

118: Speaking of modern Jane, the Military didn’t accept him in the 80s either.

119: His love for the military lead him to believe for sure he’d be accepted he was the Perfect Patriot and his enlistment would be a surefire way to help fund his transition--

120: But of course, as strong as he had become he’d spent his youth very sick and with the possibility of the illness to return along with a terrible psyche eval and 80s typical transphobia that lane was firmly closed.

121: At least he had DOOM to fall back on. And he was physically strong enough to hold down jobs to at least pay for testosterone.

122: And then Call of Duty came out and he became an early era streamer. (Went viral as one of those guys who basically RPs being an actual soldier in the voice chat.)

123: BACK TO CANON JANE because those headcanons just.. plain, aren’t useless. canon jane doesn’t have to deal with transphobia. tch.

124: He’s not the best to have on your football team as menacing as he is. He’ll start tackling everybody. Running the wrong way. Trying to steal the ball from his teammates.

125: If you tell Jane something’s American after he criticizes it, watching him backtrack is really fun.

126: Jane doesn’t get sick often, which is good because he is insufferable. Either goes full isolation straight up outside somewhere. Or is whining to everyone and everyone how it’s not allowed that he can’t be burrowing somewhere outside.

127: His hands are always warm - if they’re cold he’s probably having an Episode of some sort. 

128: Rock and Roll helps his tinnitus, though he’ll still refer to it as Hippy Garbage. Like most music.

129: Jane could probably tapdance if given proper shoes. Mmm no, he’d stomp through the floor. Horse level clomping.

130: He’ll be the hype-man for anyone on his team.

131: Despite not being a fan of mint flavoring, he loves himself a candy-cane.

132: His thumb isn’t double jointed - seeing someone showing off their double jointed-ness would have Jane proclaiming magic was necessary.

133: LT. BITES lightning round!! Lt. Bites sees jane as its “General” 

134: It got the bite taken out of its ear fighting over sour cream - it won.

135: Jane doesn’t give any raccoons a higher rank than Bites.

136: Lt. Bites doesn’t crave human flesh or anything, but it likes the sensation of biting people!

137: Jane has tried to get his raccoon a job at RED.

138: You can tell when Jane is having a really good day on the battlefield because you’ll round the corner and there’s Naked Soldier.

139: He’s waxing poetry about the beauty of the Male Form, take it in you soft quivering maggots. 

140: I can’t get the image of Jane crowd surfing out of my head? That’s, like, his ideal dream for being recognized for his heroics. Medals and a mosh in his Honor.

141: Anytime he sees a Bald Eagle he entirely stops what he’s doing to place his left hand over his heart.

142: Jane loves The Art of War and is still awaiting Sun Tzu’s next book.

143: [ Alcohol ] Jane only sees ghosts when he’s starving, drunk, or suffering from a concussion. And it’s merely a way for such a boar minded guy to internalize what’s going on around him.

144: He can touch his toes keeping his knees straight.

145: Jane has minor ice-skating knowledge, as most growing up in the midwestern united states do. He’s not, good, though, he’s really intent on Taking Steps instead of gliding.

146: Put him in front of a piano and he’s holding out on finger and pressing down on one key at a time like an old man at a desktop keyboard.

147: Jane is ready to beat up your father. 

148: Especially if your dad is shitty, unleash good ol’ Solly on him.

149: While he favors picking his nose with his pinkies, neither of his pinkie pads have any feeling.That makes them a little less dexterous when the time comes.

150: He’s always aching to be active, his brain will take things literally if it means he’ll be doing something.

151: Rum pineapple juice and malibu caribou -- Er. He doesn’t like pineapple flavoring. Isn’t a fan of mixed drinks in general? 

152: He’s capable of staying out of the picture and not picking his nose, often times if things aren’t focused on him he’ll just sorta.. Stand out of the way playing with his hands - rifling through his pouches. Some times he’ll even, *gasp* pay attention. 

153: He really likes to but in with his opinion is the thing.

154: He’s an American and his ideals must be heard.

155: Merasmus out here having doing the most for Soldier, in helping him reintegrate back into society. You think he’s bonkers now?? Psh. You should’a seen him fresh home from Poland.

156: He’s shown up to Civil War reanactments with a real gun.

157: Jane is incapable of yawning silently.

158: Stairs are overrated.

159: Catch Jane with a lukewarm mug of water pouring coffee grinds directly into it and saying “Damn, that’s a fine cup of Joe.”

160: Only. 100 left? Sweet Joseph Wetnurse of Jesus He’s got dirty blond hair leaning toward brunette.

161: Any righteous death deserves a warrior’s burial - That’s why you’ll find Jane, helmet over heart, giving a stirring eulogy about the Toilet from the Men’s Restroom that Got Unearthed and Shattered By... Nobody In Particular. 

162: He will just join in large groups of people  - like protests? He’ll just fall in line and preach his own stuff which sometimes doesn’t exactly align with the group at large.

163: i asked myself, would jane pick someone else’s nose? Yes.

164: His hugs are always really warm.

165: He would notice his wallet being pickpocketed - unless it was replaced by something the same weight. He’s like a temple from Indiana Jones.

166: Mentally? Jane’s fine with being alone, but. That leads to him living in a box or a room straight out of that “Damn, bitch, you live like this?” comic.

167:  Despite deep cold being triggering to him (SEE HC, 67.), he loves snow-forts and hot chocolate because those are great American past-times.

168: next one is this post’s 69 brace yourselves! Jane’s never truly in silence, the constant whistling in his ears will see to that. That’s why sometimes, when it is quiet, you’ll catch Jane looking into space like he’s trying to see where the sound is coming from.

169: Important to note, he ain’t popping a boner any time he’s fighting nude. Or, really, fighting any time. Intent is really important for him. (If he gets all rubbed up on, though, Well,)

170: Jane is under the assumption that everything he comes up with is ingenious and people like Red Spy are holding society back by ignoring such wide plans.

171: He’s secretly soothed by everyone on his team’s voices.

172: First off, himself. He loves to hear himself talk. Mostly fueled by self-important intent, the tenor of his own voice also soothes his eardrums.

173: Pyro’s is muffled yet energetic - and never fails to get Jane pumped up.

174: Scout’s got that accent that is pure and simple, American. Soldier may not listen to half of what he says, but for background buzz and funny colloquialisms 

175: And, Engie's accent garners a whole other sort of American respect out of the Soldier. As far as soothing goes? Engie’s is like butter.

176: Soldier hate’s Heavy’s accent on principle, but below his American Stubbornness is a love for the deep, thoughtful symbols Heavy provides. Plus, y’know, he appreciates a fellow loud guy.

177: Demo’s voice makes Solly a happy man. It used to make him furious, an all Scottish accents did, but more recently it makes him feel nostalgic. 

178: Jane would swear up every mountain he can that there’s nothing positive to be found in Spy’s accent, but zoning out to such poised speech patterns and rounded vowels is a common occurrence. 

179: When Sniper gets that gravelly tone going on, when he takes things really seriously? Jane like that.

180: Jane can’t find it in him to be really put off by anything Medic says during surgery, so his voice only causes a feeling of safety throughout the Soldier. He can’t get enough of hearing Enthusiasm in the Medic’s voice.

181: He doesn’t believe the Police can arrest him because they aren’t the official Government.

182: He looks at a baby and is like “What animal is this?”

183: Big hands.. talented at giving massages.

184: BEWARE HIM BREAKING YOUR SPINE - just specify ‘and don’t kill me’!

185: Jane doesn’t gossip so much as, be around people who are gossiping which makes him want to make up some Hot Goss. Also, he’ll act like every rumor someone else shares is spoken truth.

186: Jane picked up finger guns from Scout. He either uses it constantly or doesn’t use it for weeks at a time.

187: He lifts, broskis.

188: Jane will talk about trucks because the Average American Male is expected to. He knows nothing about cars.

189: He’s an impulsive liar, so caught up in in his web of ‘things he says to impress people’ that he believes everything he says. So are the woes of being an adult with ADHD.

190: He goes between being smell-blind and having the scent skills of a bloodhound. It’s probably a mental thing, because there’s no in between, but Jane doesn’t know anything.

191: i’ve been working on these for 5 days at this point... i hope they’re appreciated JANE prefers..soft food. jane Does Not lov the cronch.

192: Which is what makes cashews his favorite nut. they’re soft-ish. and they have just enough crunch to not gross him out.

193: He loves immediate gratification. 

194: Beyond joining the Military? Jane’s never had a solid plan for his future. Lives too in the moment. 

195: As long as he’s having fun, Jane’s a pretty content guy.

196: Any artistic skills he may have once had go into making Maps for war planning sessions.

197: He’ll fall victim to Sleep Paralysis occasionally and, once able to move, will spend the rest of the day curing ghosts and Merasmus’ magic.

198: He was SUPER into Howdie Doodie Time in his youth, and being put in front of any reruns will have him basically hypnotized into silence.

199: He’s proud of his ass.

200: Jane can keep marching pace for hours at a time. And if he’s not lugging around his rocket launcher he can keep marching for an entire day no pausing. 

201: Jane isn’t shy about telling jokes, because he believes everyone has the same sense of humor as him.

202: He knows karate but refuses to use his knowledge because it is not an American Form. He will stick to brute strength and loud yelling thank you very much.

203: He’s the type to state every time he’s going to use the bathroom. Like, people can be having a serious conversation and hes like, “I am going to take a shit now!”

204: Jane’ll go a week without washing his hair, but he always brushes his teeth two times a day.

205: He gives a damn good kiss.

206: All Human Nudity is safe for work. As it was God’s Intention to make people strongest when not held back by fabric.

207: All he wants is recognition.... for his good deeds...

208: He’ll have staring contests with the Sun. He’s yet to win, but that damn star shouldn’t get too comfortable.

209: Much like his pinkies, his feet have been crushed, blown up, and bruised so many times that he doesn’t have much feeling in them either.

210: He’s never washed his bellybutton.

211: He prefers savory to sweet, but he prefers sweet to sour.

212: Half assing is not in Jane’s vocabulary.

213: His brain will get stuck on simple Math - like, he tries his best to figure it out, it’s just.... Numbers..... they are a construct. And so he’ll end up pondering what 5+7 is for, like, 5 minutes.

214: Jane is constantly torn between wanting to be a Figure of Authority and also being a man born in the trenches following orders.

215: Have I mentioned lately Jane fucks? 

216: Jane’s room is sparsely decorated, but it’s only because he’s not materialistic and doesn’t generally receive gifts.

217: He’s more than willing to strip Right This Moment and fight something.

218: Jane’s not afraid to call other people losers.

219: He crops his own hair once a week. Same day he’ll do his wash.

220: Jane’s stubble grows in really fast, but he can’t deny the feeling of having a freshly shaved jaw is amazing.

221: If a teammate is struggling emotionally..... Jane walks away.

222: If they’re struggling again, /then/ Jane will give them some uncalled for American Advice. Like, meaningfully yelling “GET OVER IT, YOU SLOBBERING FOOL.”

223: He has a very, very high pain threshold. 

224: He accidentally walks into walls all the time.

225: He can’t magically see through his helmet - he just knows everyone’s feet super well.

226: It’s good that Lt. Bites is a wild, self sufficient animal because Jane is terrible at pet care. And child care. And any sort of care.

227: On the very rare occasions Jane gets overwhelmed with depression he’s a shadow of his former self questioning the sanctity of American Ideals and wondering aloud if War really is the answer to his problems.

228: Next day he’ll be fine and forget he was ever upset.

229: He’s never gotten a real back massage before, if he were to get one he’d probably literally melt? Some women he’s slept with liked to say sensually ‘oh what a big tense man you are’ and, like, weakly rub his back. they didn’t get paid to fix this man’s back muscles LMAO

230: Any backwards period-typical beliefs about women went out the window upon meeting Miss Pauling.

231: His love for America is truly as pure as it gets.

232: Jane’s pretty xenophobic, but he can learn better, I’m sure. he’s gotten his ass kicked for being ignorantly racist and he grew to be a better person.

233: He takes really well to learning things through violence, the only issue is.. dealing with Soldier Being Violent.

234: There’s nothing a fist to the face won’t fix.

235: He’s not much of a napper, his brain being far too active to let him rest during daylight hours.

236: He’s constantly moving, even in sleep.

237: Hell, give him a few hours after being knocked unconscious and he’ll start wiggling something around.

238: He doesn’t stop to smell the flowers, because if they wanted to be smelled they’d approach him.

239: He believes in the good of all humans, it’s just buried down past his Fight Everyone radar.

240: He only likes musicals about fighting Hitler.

241: His biggest regret is not punching Hitler.

242: He does not fear death, he does not fear punishment. He lives for his ideals and if he’s taken down believing in himself? Then that’s okay.

243: Jane needs deodorant reminders.

244: He takes personally being betrayed as people betraying the country of America.

245: (oh shit i slacked off it’s been like two days since i wrote something, Who Is Soldier?) CEREAL THEN MILK, MAGGOTS

246: Jane doesn’t know the word migraine so he really can’t describe how he feels.

247: Look, he loves his friends, he loves his guns, but he’s stingy with the word.. Love because that’s what he feels for America and the country will always be number one.....

248: Jane’s not too partial to sarcasm outside of combat, but it’ll find it’s way into his speech. His tone is usually hammed up to signify he’s joking around or being cruel.

249: He’s like a cartoon character, he can only understand sarcasm if it’s Funny to at the moment.

250: Jane likes his hair being pet.

251: He likes his hands being played with as much as he likes playing with other people’s hands. (A lot.)

252: He loves dogs, but is more of a cat person. Dogs and him just echo energy and HYPE feelings back and forth at each other until they pass out and then Jane feels more emotionally exhausted than hanging out with people.

253: The weirdest parts of rom-coms make him cry. 

254: He appreciates a good non-american explosion, but he has his preferences. 

255: You show Jane genuine kindness and interest and he’s like, Yours. Jane vc: Are you the vice-president?

256: If he were to have a reptile for a sidekick instead of a raccoon, he would have a turtle.

257: He can be delicate when he needs to be, but cracking eggs is a different story.

258: While not too partial to sugary beverages - he has a figure to maintain, root beer and ginger ale are his go-tos.

259: He can appreciate a salad! Jane Doe will eat his greens!!!!

260: Soldier has no tattoos, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be open to getting any. Just never crossed his mind.

SWEET SPIRIT OF JOE BIDEN AM I FINISHED?

thank you,... for reading my garbled thoughts.. for respecting The Soldier... and for being a creative individual. But mostly the respecting Soldier thing.

[kittykatanimelove22]

Sonic/Equestria Girls Au Information and Lore

It's finally time to show you all something that I've had in my head for years and I promised myself that this year I would introduce it, AND TODAY IS THAT DAY. This crossover isn't like any other story where "sonic and his friends travel to the world of equestria girls because eggman messed up the timeline or mephiles miraculously came back and sent them there on a magic portal thingie for revenge" Nope, this is vastly different. Before I begin, I'd like to clarify that this takes place in a hybrid universe where the IDW/archie comics/games take place. I love the archie characters too much to NOT let them be a part of it. Basically, it's the IDW/game verse but with archie characters in them, along with a few events that happened and some cities that are in the old comics (i.e Knothole, Meropis etc.). Another note is that some of my ocs, and their species, are in this au as well! The species is called Novians.

Here's a list of the Archie characters: Sally Acorn and her family (Elias, Max etc.) Uncle Chuck (I'm a bit unsure if I want to add Sonic's parents since I'm still figuring things out) Scourge the hedgehog Fiona Fox The Freedom Fighters (Bunnie, Nicole, Antoine etc.) Mina Mongoose Shard the Metal Sonic Razor The Shark Coral the Betta Pearly the Manta Ray Honey the Cat Nack and his gang Hope Kintobor Rob O' the Hedge Some of the Echidna clan (which is honestly a huge maybe because I want Knuckles to have at least SOME of his people alive) Snively Robotnik (Also a huge maybe) ..and that's it so far! I'll update the list if I forgot a character. Some of the character's backstories are a mix of what Archie had and what the post-genesis wave had for them. For example, during the war with Eggman, King Max sent his wife Alicia and their son Elias to Angel Island to escape to safety when Sally was a baby. When they crash landed, and were presumed dead, Max groomed Sally to be the next heir for the Acorn kingdom until her father was banished in The Special Zone years later, he came back though. Alicia and Elias came back the same way they did in the Archie comics. Another thing to know is that some of my ocs, and their species, are in this au as well! The species is called Novians, they coexist with the equestrians. My OC's that exist in this au Isis Minorel Pacifica Catrine Jackson Somber and a few more that I haven't introduced yet! Jack and Isis are not energy vampires in this au but they still have their powers. NOW ONTO THE PLOT!! ~__________________________~ Basic Information: In this au, the Mane 7 are all sisters and Celestia is their mother, Isis is their adopted sister and Derpy is their first cousin, making her Luna's daughter. Celestia is queen of the equestrian humans, while Luna and Cadence are her royal advisors. Jack's father, Fredrick Somber is the monarch for all of the Novian species, he has a good friendship with Celestia. They reside in the kingdom of Equestria on Mobius, while the Seaquestrians live in the deep blue ocean not too far from where the kingdoms reside. They aren't from Mobius originally, they come from their own separate planet but it became uninhabitable. The equestrians are on peaceful terms with most of the species on the planet, especially the Mobians, and do whatever they can to help. Equestrian Human Species Info: Equestrian humans look the same in the original EG movie but the difference is that they have abilities based on their pony counterparts. Pegasi-based Equestrian humans can summon their wings at will, just like how Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy did in the first movie and so on. Magic-based (AKA unicorns) Equestrian humans can use their magical abilities to lift things or use them as a weapon for self defense, they DO NOT have horns. Earth-based Equestrian humans are just like regular humans but with a slight enhance of strength. Alicorn-based is just magic and pegasi mixed together. The Mane 7 and the Elements of Harmony: The Elements of Harmony were assigned to the 7 princesses at birth, much different to how the elements were assigned to their previous users. There are seven elements: Honesty Kindness Magic Laughter Loyalty Generosity Forgiveness There used to be six, but their late father had unleashed the element because of his forgiving nature and heart. Isis doesn't have an element but is still considered very powerful. ALL of the Mane 7's abilities in this au are the same powers they have in the fourth movie and mini series, the only difference is that they don’t transform unless they use their elements. They do have different transformation designs throughout the story, like how Sailor Moon does. I wanted Sunset's element to be forgiveness because she started out as an arrogant and cruel person when she was introduced. After her defeat, she had worked so hard to not only become a better person, but to also receive forgiveness from the people around her, including herself. Sunset is the literal reason why this au exists and I love her for that. An important fact about Sunset is that she has pyrokinetic powers in this au, which she inherited from her mother. It is dubbed, The Royal Flame. Pyrokinetic Abilities - Can control ANY kind of fire - Can breathe in fire - Can control her body temperature in cold weather - Her fire won't burn people she trusts, unless she commands it too - If she gets wet her powers won't work for a little while - When angry or frustrated, her body gets super hot - If she becomes emotionally unstable, she turns into her she-demon form, it happened once Mane 7 Ages and Birthdays (From oldest to youngest) (These birthdays are not canon to MLP, I made them up)

Sunset Shimmer: Age: 19 D.O.B: June 16th Species: Alicorn-based (yes she has wings sHHH-

Applejack: Age: 19 D.O.B: November 29th Species: Earth-based

(Isis would be here)

Rarity: Age: 18 D.O.B: February 14th Species: Magic-based

Fluttershy & Rainbow Dash: Age: Both 17 D.O.B: March 4th Species: Pegasai-based

Pinkie Pie: Age: 16 D.O.B: April 1st Species: Earth-based

Twilight Sparkle: Age: 15 D.O.B: December 3rd Species: Magic-based

((Before you ask, equestrian humans reproduce fast and the gestation period is at least 6-7 months)) Relationships this is what happens when the creator is a huge shipper-

Sunset Shimmer x Shadow the hedgehog (ShadowShimmer)

Sonic x Isis (Sonisis)

Pacifica x Jet the Hawk (Jetcifica)

Jack x Blaze the Cat (Jackaze)

Applejack x Elias Acorn (EliJack)

Rarity x Knuckles the Echidna (Knuxity)

Fluttershy x beret-wearing jackal from the Jackal Squad (Crimshy) 

((Crimson is my headcanon name for him))

Rainbow Dash x Gadget the Wolf (GadgetDash)

Pinkie Pie x Espio the Chameleon (EspioPie)

Twilight Sparkle x Silver the Hedgehog (SilverSparkle)

Celestia x Infinite (Celestifinte)

Derpy Hooves x Scourge the Hedgehog (Derpourge)

Princess Skystar x Razor the Shark (Skyzor) ((I haven't seen the movie yet so please no spoilers))

Zecora x Uncle Chuck?? and many more I have yet to introduce~ ~~~~~~~~~ History: Before they arrived on Mobius, the Equestrian humans weren't just one of Mobius' "inhabitants" and Equestria wasn't just a series of kingdoms. Oh no, it was once an entire planet bursting with life. The Equestrian race and the other inhabitants of the planet, Novians, coexisted together in peaceful tranquility. Throughout the years the two species would adapt and expand, turning villages into towns, towns to cities, cities to kingdoms. With the Novians vast knowledge of elements  and alternative fuel, and the Equestrians intelligent and superb skills in magic, it seemed that it would be perfect... but like all harmonious times, the destructive flames of war will soon come when unexpected and burn it all to the ground. There was another species among the Equestrians, Novians and Seaquestrians. They were the Centaurs. The Centaur race currently has a very rocky relationship with most of the other races from Equestria, the reason why is because of one single Centaur, Tirek. Many years ago, when he was just an organizer at a scroll store, Tirek had a huge dislike towards the Equestrian race, he hated them because the Centaurs didn't have much land nor much help at all. He thought they were selfish and greedy, hogging all the land for themselves and not leaving any for his people. He studied the arts of Dark Magic along with his brother Scorpan who also shared the same disdain for them as he did,  Once Tirek mastered it he had a battle to the death with the Centauran leader with him being the victor, after he disposed of him he took it upon himself to become the new leader of the Centaurs and wage war on the Equestrians and every other race that dared go against him. The Centaur War was the most brutal war ever, countless soldiers were killed, innocents were slaughtered, and kingdoms had fallen.Scorpan, now seeing the consequences of all of this tried reasoning with him. Feeling betrayed, Tirek murdered him out of anger and continued with his plans. For many, many years the Equestrians and Novians had fought long and hard but it seemed that they had reached a stalemate, they started to lose hope. It wasn''t until Galactus Centauri, a vigilante from the Crystal Empire had stepped in to help. Without knowing it, his kind heart and forgiving nature had revealed the lost element of harmony, Forgiveness. With the power of the 7th element, Galactus, Celestia and the other elements of Harmony had forced the Centaurs into submission. Most of them gave up and surrendered to the Equestrians, but not Tirek. Tirek, along with his minions and followers had disappeared. After they left for the time being, Galactus and Celestia married and had seven beautiful girls which would later on be eight when they adopt a 5 year old Novian orphan named Isis. Things seem to slowly get better for the Equestrians.....until Zecora had a horrifying vision. She had quickly told the king and queen that the planet was slowly dying and forming dangerous volcano's everywhere, the reason being all of the magic Tirek took during the war. She stated that in approximately 7 months the planet would become nothing more than a volcanic wasteland. With no time to lose they informed every citizen and species on Equestria that they will be evacuating the planet. Every spaceship was filled with Equestrians, Novians, the animals that were saved, and even some Centaurs. Galactus thought it would be okay, that they would finally be free from the war, and Tirek. Until he heard that his daughters Pinkie Pie and Sunset Shimmer were kidnapped by the centaur warlord. Galactus and a few soldiers went on a rescue mission to save them, unbeknownst to them that the volcano's were coming toward to where they were. In the end, Galactus, Sunset and Pinkie were the only ones who escaped Tirek. When they had reached their home castle the ships had already left because it turns out that planet's core was ready to burst early. After confronting, and defeating, Tirek once again in the castle, the three had reached to a magic teleportation chamber. There was another chamber on the ship that could teleport them back, but it required a lot of magic to do so. Galactus was heavily injured from his battle with Tirek, he didn't have time to heal because a volcano had formed under the castle and would burst any second. He had to act quick, he only had enough magic to teleport two people. So with every last bit of his magic and energy he teleported a heartbroken Sunset Shimmer and Pinkie Pie back on the ship, leaving him to die as soon as they were gone. Equestria had mourned for it's lost king and their lost home, but soon they would find a new home, with new allies and new foes as well. They would rebuild, adapt, expand and help those in need, just like they did all those years ago.... ANNNND THAT'S MY AU FOLKS!! I HOPE TO DRAW IT REAL SOON! I didn't go into full detail on the history part because I want to keep some things secret for now ;3 I really hope you love it as much as I do!! I poured my heart and soul into this au, it's one of the best creations I've ever made ;v; it felt so good to pour out all of this after keeping it to myself for so many years, especially the ships TwT Feel free to ask questions and tell me what you think! ^O^/

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[kattimariias]

compilation of all the sonic/mlp crossovers i thought of throughout the years

-mlp characters in the games (mainly colors, generations, lost world, unleashed, the storybook games, and forces)

-sonic boom/mlp (mlp characters are either in an AU with redesigns, or share the same world as sonic boom and are supposed to solve a friendship problem, or rainbow dash, pinkie, scootaloo, and fluttershy being teleported into boomverse)

-the whole counterparts thing

-mlp characters in archie (sometimes pre reboot, mainly post reboot, especially after the second mega man crossover)

-some hurt and comfort thing with infinite somehow landing in equestria and fluttershy trying to take care of him

[optimistic-turpitude]

The Mummy is one of my favorite movies too, so I really hope you ended up writing this and finishing it because I might cry otherwise.

Plus, and I don't know how many people will get this reference, but I really want a Eureka Arthur/Eames AU! (this is so long, I’m sorry)

(I'm a big Nathan/Jack fan btw)

Since WWII the US government has been relocating the world's geniuses (and their families) to the Pacific Northwest town of Eureka. Daily life there shifts between amazing innovation and total chaos. A U.S. Marshal learns this first-hand when his car breaks down in Eureka, stranding him among the town's eccentric citizens. When they unleash a scientific creation still unknown to the outside world, it's up to him to restore order. Subsequently, he's let in on one of America's best-kept secrets. (I stole this description from google)

So imagine Arthur:

He's a normal guy, works for the US Marshal service, and he's damn good at it. He's brilliantly competent, and he's definitely a workaholic who works harder than anyone in the Marshall service probably ever has.

All of the sudden his life is completely turned upside down when he crashes his car (avoiding a dog that appeared OUT OF NO WHERE) in a little town called Inception (because I'm 100% for spinning this entire world in). Plus instead of Arthur's daughter being in the car with him, it could be Cobb because that would be fucking hilarious. (Cobb got himself into some shit because he's honestly accidentally always causing problems, so Arthur had to use his connections to get him back and now he's punishing him by making him sit in the back of his car like one of his prisoner transfers)

They manage to get out of the crashed car relatively unscathed and walk into the little town down the road. The whole town looks like something right out of the 50s and Arthur is honestly startled, but doesn't have enough fucks to give. Cobb keeps a running commentary going of all the weird shit he's seeing.

They get to the station where they meet the town deputy: the lovely badass French Mallory Miles. She turns out to be retired special forces and can kill 10 men with one arm tied behind her back.

Cobb is instantly gone, and makes a huge dork out out of himself.

Initially Mal is skeptical about how these two newcomers found their town and takes Dom to the ground before Arthur manages to flash his badge.

Mal ends up calling the town mechanic after Arthur convinces her that his story about crashing his car is true.

The town mechanic is Ariadne and she instantly befriends Arthur. Later, of course, Arthur will find out that she's a super genius jack of all trades engineer who spends her free time building the worlds greatest smart architecture and crazy gadgets.

While his car is getting repaired, a kid goes missing, so of course Arthur jumps on the case. This is when he meets Saito (I'm not going with the jack/allison thing because I don't think it fits arthur and eames that well, so I'm switching it up) a DOD agent who apparently lives in Inception. At first, Saito is weary of Arthur inserting himself into their business, but when Arthur finds the missing kid (and figures out that there's a lot more going on in Inception than just a normal town's activities) Saito is impressed.

Arthur tries to get out of the crazy town and succeeds, however, the moment he gets back to his office in Virginia, he finds out that he's been transferred (via the Department of Defense) to Inception where he is now the town sheriff. Dom also gets transferred, but he's much more excited about it than Arthur is. At least the cafe (run by Yusuf the genius chemist) has the best food humanity has ever created.

His first day in Inception is already crazy with his new partner, Mal, attempting to scare the living shit out of him with how many ways she can apparently kill him with her pinkie, but it gets crazier.

On a call to Dreamshare Dynamics (the advanced research facility where most of the town works), Arthur has the dubious pleasure of meeting Eames the Head of Research at Dreamshare. He's a genius British man who flirts way too much, is probably a narcissist, and is definitely certifiably insane. Just because he's hot does not mean Arthur's going to go easy on him, in fact, from the moment they meet they pretty much instantly hate each other.

i’m a massive nerd and i live for crossover AUs, so i really need

a star wars au where arthur’s a surviving padawan with tremendous but untrained force sensitivity and eames is a rebel pilot tasked with transporting him safely to the rebel base to complete his training and help the cause

a star trek au where arthur’s the competent, genius pilot who only speaks in technobabble and eames is the annoying chief engineer who breaks stuff all the time that only arthur knows how to fix

a pacific rim au where arthur and eames loathe each other because eames is cocky and self assured and arthur’s reserved and hardworking and they’re shocked to find out that they’re drift compatible

a westworld au where arthur’s a host and eames is the man in love with him who pays an exorbitant amount to stay at the park and help arthur come to full consciousness.

a dcu au where arthur’s real name is tim drake and he has to take eames home to the batcave to meet bruce and his brothers

outlander au where arthur’s a historian with a really boring life who accidentally travels back in time and meets Super Hot Super Gay eames in a kilt (this one’s a stretch but bear with me ok) 

game of thrones au where eames is a king’s bastard who works for the kingsguard and arthur’s the son of the lord of a very powerful northern family who comes to stay in king’s landing to keep his family’s graces but also undermine the throne. 

please reblog and add more nerdy AUs and let me know i’m not alone lmao