#platonic nightshade

[tosteur-gluteal]

end his misery

[chillykitty]

[whizzerd]

@sapphic-summer-riordanverse-2023 day 4: stargazing

ID A drawing of Zoë Nightshade and Artemis on a dark starry night. They are lit by a campfire. Artemis is looking up at a shooting star but Zoë is only looking at her. 

Zoë is a teenage girl with light brown skin and a long dark braid. She has a sheath of arrows slung across her back. 

Artemis appears as a black teenage girl with braids, her braids each have a silver star or moon charm at the end. She’s holding a bow loosely in one hand, the other holds Zoë’s.

They are both wearing silver camo jackets with white fur lining the collar and a silver circlet on their foreheads. END ID

[n-arts-hideaway]

Whenever I get really tough schoolwork, I always imagine walking into the barn and asking Nightshade to help me with it, because I’m a science major and that’s their THING.

And they’re just THRILLED because they LOVE learning and helping people.

Even if it’s something they don’t know, I just imagine us figuring it out together, and me finally getting it because it’s being explained to me in-depth, and by someone who’s passionate about the subject.

[tiredmisophonicwerewolf]

Find yourself someone who loves you the way Kimmalyn loves Spensa

[cyber-streak-2]

Have there been multichangers in Earthspark yet? If not, what are your headcanons on the Terrans meeting one, or just finding out that having more than one alt mode is a thing that can happen?

Mmm, I don’t think there’s been any multichangers in it yet.

(TFES) Terran siblings with a Cybertronian Reader that has multiple modes/is a multi-changer:

{You’d been called out by Optimus to help out the Terrans with something, becoming a teacher for them all. They don’t know the fact that you have several alt-modes until you actually transform into each for whatever reason.}

{All of the siblings are a mix of surprised and curious after they learn how many alt-modes you have. And while you’re practicing/training in each mode, you answer whatever questions they may have.}

{None of them actually knew that someone could have more than one alt-mode.}

{Jawbreaker considers it already pretty hard to figure out one alt-mode, so he wonders how you managed to pick and settle on all of yours. Which, you happily tell him and his siblings about how you chose your alt’s.}

{If you have a flying alt-mode (whether it be a kind of vehicle or an animal), you like to fly around with Twitch and Nightshade.}

{Sometimes you’ll drive around Thrash & Hashtag, and sometimes you’ll just sit and chat with Jawbreaker- there’s a lot that can be talked about.}

{If any of the siblings show an interest in wanting another alt-mode, then you immediately decide to help them out with trying to choose.}

[i-am-bella-donna]

Debrief

AO3

Story Summary:

Sir Pentious was not an expert at handling emotions, be it his own or those of others. But he would be damned a second time if he let his doubts prevent him from helping a friend.

Pairings: Platonic Charlie x Sir Pentious

Word Count: 2,125

CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

A/N: At last, this story is done. It has been in the works since Dad Beat Dad came out.

I wish the fandom gave Sir Pentious more attention. He seems like someone who is well-meaning and compassionate, but very awkward about showing it. Additionally, he was born in the 1800s. He has a lot of life experience, and may be the only main character who can rival Charlie in terms of age (assuming it is still canon that she is 200). My point is, I think he has the potential to be more than just comic relief. Hence—this.

Also, I have missed writing hurt/comfort. Enjoy!

~~~

Sir Pentious would be the first to admit it—emotions were not his strong suit.

He experienced them, of course. He had yet to meet a Sinner who lacked emotions—even Alastor was prone to bouts of irritation whenever the subject of his television rival arose.

But having emotions was one thing. Talking about them was another thing entirely.

Five months ago, he would not have dared. But those past five months had made all the difference.

So here he was.

Squaring his shoulders, Pentious summoned his courage and knocked on the door.

Only a few beats passed before it flew open, and Charlie grinned up at him brightly. “Hello, Pentious! Did you need something?”

Her smile was contagious, as it had been since Lucifer departed earlier that day, and Pentious found himself returning the expression when he replied, “Actually, dear, I was hoping to speak with you. Do you have a moment to chat?”

Charlie was stepping aside and ushering him into the room before he could even finish his sentence. “Of course!”

He followed her inside and was instantly greeted by an explosion of belongings scattered about. Following his gaze, Charlie laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of her neck. “Sorry about the mess—I was just packing for Heaven.”

“So soon?”

“Well, yeah!” She bounced on her toes. “We don’t know when the meeting will be yet, so it’s better to be prepared. I just can’t believe this is really happening!” Charlie laughed, equal parts excited and disbelieving. “I can’t believe most of today, actually.”

For just a second, Charlie stilled, her normally bottomless energy coming to a halt and her smile slipping off her face before being immediately plastered back on. It was so quick, Pentious almost thought he had imagined it.

Almost.

“So!” Charlie exclaimed as though nothing had happened. She sat on her bed with a bounce and gestured for him to join her at one of the chairs. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Actually,” Pentious began, taking a seat and a moment to steel his nerves. “You already brought it up.”

There it was again—for less than a heartbeat, Charlie faltered.

Pentious was an engineer, first and foremost. Machines and gadgets were his domain. On the contrary, people confused him greatly. A flicker of emotion could mean anything, with tells varying from person to person like favorite colors or coffee preferences. That being said, he was an expert at gathering evidence—and regardless of its meaning, the expression on her face when Charlie froze was an obvious sign that something was wrong.

Probably.

Maybe he should have pushed harder for Angel to come up here instead.

“What do you mean?” Charlie asked, and Pentious internally winced at the note of caution in her tone. It was barely there—he might not have recognized it at all, had he not already seen the same glimmer of emotion that morning. When Charlie had been on the phone with her father, no less—the last person who should have inspired such caution in her.

It was sad at first. It was even sadder now.

But instead of voicing his thoughts, he decided to start with a simple question. “How are you feeling, Charlie?”

Charlie blinked.

Pentious waited.

He could be patient, far more than the others gave him credit for—if he had been one to give up easily, his beloved Egg Bois would never have progressed past the stage of yellow gunk on his laboratory floor.

Finally, Charlie pulled together an answer. “I’m happy.”

Despite the cheery tone, it was a testament to her exhaustion that Charlie did not punctuate the statement with her usual exclamation points and verbal emojis. She now bore a closer resemblance to the anxious demon doing Lucifer knows what in the Hotel lobby that morning.

Perhaps he should have brought his concerns to Vaggie instead of approaching Charlie directly. What if his involvement only made the situation worse?

Well, it was too late to turn back now.

“Of course,” he said nervously. “Just…”

What was it that Charlie always said about healthy relationships?

Be honest.

Pentious took a deep breath and tried again. “I noticed you seemed incredibly worried when we were preparing the Hotel this morning. More nervous than any young lady should be at the thought of seeing her father.”

Charlie laughed awkwardly, turning away from him slightly and tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “I don’t think I really count as young, Pentious—”

“And the two of you improved your relationship today—which is truly wonderful!” He continued at a hurried pace, averting his eyes as he spoke. “But, dear—you can’t deny that you’ve had quite a day. So…” He swallowed. “After all of that, how are you feeling?”

Charlie stared.

Before he could react, she was lunging from her seat and wrapping her arms around him.

Pentious startled but returned the embrace, worry morphing into something more akin to alarm. “Are you…all right?” he asked her tentatively.

She pulled away, both her smile and eyes bright. “Sorry!” she said with a laugh, swiping at her eyes. “Sorry, just—that’s so sweet!” Her smile softened. “I’m so proud to see how far you’ve come, Pentious.”

Had the circumstances been any different, Pentious would have taken the opportunity to bask under the praise. However, he had come here with a mission, and he could not help but notice….

“You’re deflecting, dear,” he pointed out gently.

Charlie stiffened, her smile growing sheepish, and Pentious watched with an internal wince as she all but deflated at the callout. “Is it that obvious?”

“You were a bit of a wreck this morning,” he admitted, watching her carefully. “Both Angel and I have been quite concerned.”

“Angel?”

“Of course!” Was she really so surprised to learn that they had been worried about her? “He would have come here himself, had he not needed to check on Husk.”

Charlie blinked, back straightening. “Wait, Husk? What’s wrong with Husk?”

Shit.

“Nothing, dear!” he quickly backtracked, trying to steer away from that precarious topic. Now was not the time. “Husk is fine—Angel just needed to speak with him about something.” It was technically true. A little more firmly, Pentious continued. “And we aren’t talking about Husk right now. We’re talking about you.”

Charlie blinked again. “What about me?”

“Are you okay, Charlie?”

She smiled.

Pentious returned the gesture with a tentative smile of his own.

Her smile fell.

Pentious silently extended a hand, allowing her to collect herself as she set her hand in his. She blinked rapidly, taking a shuddering breath before she spoke.

“I’m happy Dad and I made up,” she finally tried. Her voice was high, as though she was asking a question. “Really, I am! But it’s also…”

Charlie faltered, eyes darting around.

After a moment, Pentious offered, “Bittersweet?”

“I…yeah.”

Her eyes were glistening slightly, but she did not seem to notice, and Pentious squeezed her hand lightly. When she did not continue, he cleared his throat and decided to try a different approach. “Did you know I was a father in life?”

Now that got her attention.

Her head snapped up. “You were?”

Pentious smiled fondly at both her reaction and the memories. “I was,” he said. “I had two beautiful children—a son and a daughter. In Heaven now, hopefully.”

Almost certainly—he had spent the majority of his afterlife scouring Hell for a sign of them. Over a century after his own death, Pentious could finally rest easy with the knowledge that his children had most likely made it past the pearly gates.

“I may not have been the best man, but I like to believe I was a good father.” His children had both adored him. After his wife died, he did his best to keep a roof over their head and food on the table—no matter the cost. “And…” His voice grew more serious. “Even after all these decades in Hell, if my daughter ever worried about interacting with me as much as you worried about interacting with your own father, I would know I had failed as a parent.”

Charlie froze.

And then she erupted.

“It’s not like—it’s nothing like that!” she blurted out.

“Charlie—”

“My dad was never exactly a bad parent—and he’s already doing better, too—”

“Charlie—”

“And I really didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea! Really, it’s fine—”

“Charlie,” Pentious interrupted, and she miraculously fell silent.

He swallowed hard, regret twisting his gut. Why had he decided to lead this conversation? Why could he not leave well enough alone?

Unfortunately, it was too late to have doubts—and Pentious was not a quitter.

“Charlie,” he tried again, speaking more calmly this time. “I…I am not trying to say that you shouldn’t love your father. And I’m not calling him a bad man.” Even if Pentious really wanted to judge his parenting skills. “Watching you two reconcile was heartwarming. What I am trying to say is…your relationship improving doesn’t mean it has to be fine just yet. If…if you have mixed feelings, that is completely understandable.”

Was he explaining himself correctly?

Despite the temptation to backtrack, Pentious swallowed and focused on Charlie as she mulled over his words. It was a testament to her doubt that she did not meet his eyes when she spoke. “I want to move on from the past.”

“And you can,” he promised, his heart aching for her. “You and your father can have a genuinely happy relationship. He clearly adores you.” He hesitated. “But…well, it’s like you’ve said before: communication and trust are the most important parts of a relationship. Right?”

Was he remembering that correctly? After all the speeches Charlie had given on the topic, he certainly hoped so.

“Things may not be okay right now, but they can improve. You just need to talk to him more. Have an…an open conversation about the past.”

With his thoughts finally out, Pentious let out a breath. There—he had finally said it.

Charlie was silent as she chewed on her lower lip. It was a far cry from her usual optimism. Pentious was sad to see her looking so lost. So…young.

He knew Charlie was technically older than him—but Hellborn demons aged at a different rate, did they not? In some matters, he was more experienced than her, and that realization hit him like a train.

Charlie hesitantly broke the silence, drawing him from his thoughts. “What if I only make things worse?”

She appeared visibly embarrassed by the question. Still, this was one question Pentious could answer with certainty.

“If your father loves you—and we both know he does—then he’ll be willing to listen to you,” he reassured her, setting both of his hands on her shoulders. “And he’ll be willing to put in the effort to fix your relationship.”

Despite his attempt at encouragement, Charlie still watched him with wide-eyed worry, and Pentious itched with the urge to do something to help. Without thinking about it, he moved forward and hugged her tightly, and any fears of overstepping dissolved when she immediately returned the hug tenfold, slumping against him.

Pentious let out a breath through his nose, ignoring the memories of a young girl with dark hair hugging him with the same fierce desperation, well over a century ago. Now was not the time to get lost in his head—not when he had a goal to achieve.

And if the way her previous tension was practically falling away Charlie in waves, he was well on his way.

You’ll be okay, Charlie. I promise.

Finally, Charlie moved to pull back, and Pentious released her, clearing his throat.

“Now then,” he said awkwardly, averting his eyes and straightening his clothing. “I’m very glad we had this talk.” An uncomfortable beat of silence. “I should let you finish packing! Goodbye!”

Having completed his task and reached his emotional limit for the day, Pentious was ready to leave and spend the rest of his day hiding out in his room. However, a hand on his wrist stopped him from bolting, Charlie staring up at him with earnest eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, full of sincerity. Her smile was calmer than before—now that Pentious could see the difference, he wondered how he had not noticed it before. “If—if this was the kind of father you used to be, then your kids are gonna be so happy to see you again in Heaven.”

He returned the smile with one of his own, ignoring the way his eyes welled up just slightly.

Did she know how much it meant to hear those words?

“Of course, dear. Anytime.”

Realistically, he doubted he would ever reach the pearly gates. But as long as Charlie believed in him, he was willing to give redemption a try.

~~~

A/N: The short mentions of Angel and Husk are references to another story I am working on. While Pentious is speaking with Charlie in this story, Angel is speaking with Husk regarding his interaction with Alastor. The latter story will be linked here when it is complete.

[thesundowncrew]

but i have to make it so I like the world

because it has me too // 🌇

😻🍀✨💀 Read Tales of Sundown on webtoon canvas!

[reikodash]

vent(?) painting i made a few days ago but went way further than i thought i would with it lmao. sometimes you platonically love so much it physically hurts <3

[starkslydia]

“YOU WILL BE AMONG PEERS WHO UNDERSTAND YOU. MAYBE YOU'LL EVEN MAKE SOME FRIENDS”

WEDNESDAY | S01E08 “A MURDER OF WOES”

[i-am-bella-donna]

Holy shit. This art is fucking gorgeous. The lighting, the outfits, the emotions—words cannot express how much I adore it.

Also, I love the idea of a friendship between Angel and Stolas.

Do you think sinners miss the night sky..?

(Please click for better quality!!)

[chillykitty]

Happy Aro Week everypony

commission info

[n-arts-hideaway]

Nightshade holding my hand for moral support as I get blood drawn (I fucking HATE the doctor’s and bloodwork) and gently telling me interesting facts about blood (because it’s the needle I have a problem with, not the blood) and they’re kind of disappointed when it’s over because “I haven’t finished telling her HALF of the interesting facts I’ve acquired about the human circulatory system!”

[tiredmisophonicwerewolf]

Whumptober day 20: shoulder to cry on

As always warnings in tags

Forgot to post this yesterday lol

[deltajuli]

They prepared themselves for the transphobes

Little silly doodle because of their official toy hehehe

Owl with knives 😌✨

[cyber-streak-2]

G1 Grimlock, TFP Bumblebee and IDW Nightshade finding out Human Reader has a pet named after them

(G1) Grimlock, (TFP) Bumblebee, & (TFES) Nightshade with Human Reader who has a pet named after them:

Grimlock

[You brought your cat to the base a lot, everyone knew they were named Grimlock- except for the dinobot himself—he didn’t even know you had a pet. He was never around when you brought cat Grimlock.]

[Although this time, he was. He saw you walking around nearby, calling out his name. And he’s just like “??? Me Grimlock right here!”]

[You have to explain that you don’t mean him, you mean your cat. He has more questions, which you answer—as long as he helps you look for your cat, which he does.]

[When the two of you actually do find your cat, which Optimus had found and was petting, both Grimlock’s are curious about each-other.]

[Whenever you bring your cat, Grimlock volunteers to watch cat Grimlock, and you let him- although you do want Ratchet and/or Ratchet to be around, just to watch, and make sure nothing happens.]

Bumblebee

[You normally didn’t take your bird to the base—you usually had someone at home to care for them, but not today, so you just decided to bring Bee—and, maybe the Autobots liked animals.]

[Bumblebee thinks he hears Raf, so he heads back into the main area of the base- but sees no Raf. Instead, he sees you, and a bird on your shoulder, who seems to be imitating Raf’s voice.]

[Although you can’t understand what Bumblebee is saying, you can tell that he’s curious. So, you get to explaining to the mech, telling him, “This is my bird, Bee.”]

[You still can’t understand whatever Bumblebee is saying, but when he starts buzzing and beeping, you can immediately tell that he likes this—thinking it’s sweet, and he also likes the bird.]

Nightshade

[They heard you shouting ‘Nightshade!’ and ‘Come back!’ while they were working on some stuff—and when they turned around, they saw a puppy running around, and you chasing after said puppy.]

[They set down whatever they were working on, and approach the two of you—which the puppy, upon seeing the Terran, hurries to them. Nightshade carefully holds the puppy—and you’re just surprised that they did that so easily.]

[Nightshade’s wondering things—mainly why you called their name, and when did you get a puppy? They didn’t know you had one.]

[Which, you reveal both of those questions. The puppy is named after them, and... you literally only just got the puppy the day before. ‘Nightshade’ was the first came to mind, the two of you have been good friends.]

[Nightshade thinks it’s sweet.]

[Whenever both Nightshades happen to be around, everyone calls the pup ‘Shade’. It was your idea so that there wouldn’t be much confusion.]