#rusty blades

[ur-favorite-fan]

I loved it when in inanimate insanity when knife walked up to tissues and said the iconic line "we need to have the most nastiest jaw dropping toe curling disgusting earthquake causing bed breaking noise complaint causing monstrous aut4aut sex" and

[thetoyboxs]

Day 3: Home

What is home if not something a traveler always carries, the people in his heart

[vantabone]

soso's first meeting with sago~

[razzberrydazz]

Can I offer some Wyll'Zel in these trying times?

[kodaiki]

꒰ 12:37 P.M. ꒱ ❛ hogwarts bbf!dan heng x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘, leaning against a stone column in the corner of the courtyard, the air around you crisp with the chill of winter. there's a chatter of voices among them as the hour of lunch passes you by. fellow students pass by, their footsteps muffled by the layer of snow from the storm a few nights prior. the atmosphere is hushed, the winter silence broken only by the distant sounds of laughter and the occasional gust of wind. lunch hour is in full swing, and while your housemates are likely warming up in the great hall, you're out here.

you would be –correction, should be – in the great hall, probably enjoying some warm food with your fellow house buddies and not freezing to death but alas, procrastination is your rival once again, taunting you as you scribble down the best you can your homework for herbology without any distractions. you gnaw your lip through your struggles, your hair falling in front of your face, slightly swaying from the brisk winter breeze painting your nose pink.

your quill moves across the parchment as you work on your herbology homework, your breath visible in the cold air when you take a deep sigh. the crunch of footsteps drawing near makes a presence known to you, but still, your eyes remain focused on your task at hand.

“and what’s my baby sister up to today?” a deep voice chimes from above you paired with a chuckle.

“work, go away,” is your curt response as you barely look up to meet your older brother’s amused glance your way.

“but where’s the fun in that?” blade muses, stepping closer to your sitting figure, his feet crushing the fallen leaves beneath his feet.

it’s when you look up to glare at your seventh year brother when you notice the other pair of eyes looking your way, quietly standing behind blade. your brows raise and eyes widen at the sight. when your eyes meet, the guy quickly averts his gaze and instead, turns his attention to grass.

"hey dan heng," you murmur a light greeting, your tone a blatant shift from the way you’d spoken to your brother. your chin dips into the striped scarf around your neck showing off your house's colors as you feel the winter air tickle your nose.

blade, in turn, rolls his eyes at the obviousness of your tone and softened gaze.

"hey," dan heng replies curtly, offering a nod of acknowledgment. blade swings an arm over his shoulder, shaking dan heng slightly as he hoists him closer, to which he makes a sour and slightly uncomfortable, expression.

"oh, now that i've found you, dear baby sis, we could probably use some advice," blade drawls with a sly smile on his face. in return, your face twists into slight confusion as you tilt your head to the side in question. it seems that you're the only who doesn't know what he's talking about because dan heng quite literally freezes, his throat bobbing slightly.

"advice about what?" you raise an eyebrow, now no longer the slightest bit interested in your homework due in a few short hours.

"well, the yule ball's coming up in a few weeks," blade begins, wiggling his brows knowingly. you nod along, scratching the side of your head, briefly glancing at dan heng, wondering how he could need advice from you of all people. "do you have a date?" your brother then asks. you can't tell if it's a genuine question or if he's looking for a reason to tease you.

"no, i don't," you answer simply, glancing back down at your homework. you miss the way blade turns to look at dan heng. "so, what advice do you need?"

"well, as you're well aware, i'm probably going to ask kafka, my near and dear best friend,” he drawls as if it’s obvious. your eyebrows raise, well aware of his platonic soulmate bond with the purple haired student. though, over time you truly wonder if it’s platonic or not. “but dan heng here is busy beating himself up wondering how to ask his crush," blade finishes, a mischievous glint in his eyes. he smirks knowingly, clearly enjoying the revelation that he just dropped on you.

your eyebrows shoot up in surprise and your eyes widen slightly at the implication that dan heng has someone in mind to ask to the yule ball. not only that, it must mean he has some form of a serious crush on someone, period. the air seems to thicken with an unspoken tension as you process blade's words. the image of dan heng asking someone to the yule ball takes on a new significance, and a strange mix of emotions swirls within you.

"dan heng, a crush?" you ask, trying to keep your tone casual even though your mind is buzzing with curiosity – and maybe some buried jealousy.

blade chuckles, enjoying the reaction he has stirred. "oh yeah. he's been overthinking it for days, probably even longer. poor guy doesn't know whether to go for a grand gesture or something simple. it's like watching a potions experiment gone wrong."

“oh,” you say in acknowledgment, glancing at dan heng with your softest-least-obvious smile his way. he rolls his eyes at blade's tone of words, obviously speaking as if he isn't standing right beside him.

“so that's what brings us to you, y/n. personally, how would you-” blade begins to ask in a light-toned, almost nonchalant voice when he's nudged in the gut by dan heng. “hey, rude,” blade grunts at him, but brushes off the elbow to his side. “how would you want to be asked to the ball? i can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears when he’s pacing around our room.”

“i don’t pace,” dan heng quickly cuts in and it’s the first time he’s spoken since he and blade arrived at the courtyard.

“sure you don’t,” blade rolls his eyes. your brother turns back to you. “so? how’d you wanna be asked?”

you swallow back the lump in your throat and avert your gaze to the parchment of your unfinished herbology homework, though your mind is no longer focused on the intricate details of magical plants at the moment. the subtle revelation that dan heng has someone in mind for the yule ball has captured your attention, and you can't help but wonder who the lucky girl might be, though it does leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

you have no reason to feel this way, of course. as far as you're concerned, dan heng is your older brother's best friend. you've only ever been around him for reason of association since blade just loves to tease and poke fun at you, and you've always seen dan heng as a reliable friend. yet, as you continue to feign interest in your herbology homework, the image of dan heng asking someone to the yule ball lingers in your mind.

"well," you begin, tapping the quill against the parchment thoughtfully, as you attempt to push whatever negative emotions are bubbling in your system, "i suppose a simple and sincere approach is always nice. maybe a heartfelt note or even a private conversation."

blade feigns a yawn, covering his mouth with his hand for dramatic effect. "bo-oring...and here i thought you'd go for something more grand and romantic. you know, like a surprise invitation under the stars or a magically enchanted message."

"well, those can be nice too, but sometimes simplicity holds its own charm. it's the thought and effort that count the most." you recall earlier in the week when march 7th was asked to the yule ball with a grandiose sign and flashmob in the middle of lunch. of course, she adored it, but you couldn't imaging sitting through that without feeling a little second hand embarrassment.

dan heng seems to be listening intently, though he's doing a poor job of pretending not to be. you catch his eyes briefly, and this time, he doesn't look away as quickly. there's a subtle warmth in his gaze that you can't quite decipher, but you offer him an encouraging smile.

blade, ever the perceptive older brother, grins knowingly. "i think that's some solid advice, don't you think?" he asks, nudging his friend beside him. it's almost like blade is staring through dan heng, and you can tell there's probably something you're unaware of that they're mentally communicating about.

dan heng, still recovering from the unexpected topic of asking his best friend's younger sister for love advice of all things, stumbles over his words. "i, uh, yeah. simple is good, got it."

"see? even dan heng agrees. thanks for the wisdom, dear sister." he offers a salute of gratitude as he turns to leave with his friend.

"hey, dan heng?" you ask before the've left ear shot. the two boys turn around to glance at you, blade raising an eyebrow with an imperceptible expression on his face.

"hm?" he hums, tilting his head slightly, his eyes boring into yours. you have to look away for a split second before you start to blush.

"good luck," you smile brightly. "no matter how you ask them, i'll sure they'll love it and say yes." the words tumble out before you can think. by the time you've said them, your cheeks are a warm pink, something you brush off as the cold winter air from sitting outside for too long.

"thanks, y/n," he says, offering a smile of his own, enough to illicit your brain to short circuit, which you don't have to recover from immediately because the boys then walk away. blade, of course, manages to sneak a teasing smile your way, well aware of what's probably going on in your head.

with that, blade drags dan heng away, likely to impart more "wisdom" in a less public setting. you could only assume what blade was busy whispering in his ear that makes him push him off while blade laughs. you're left alone against the tree, the courtyard now quieter as the lunch hour comes to an end.

the revelation that dan heng might be preparing to ask someone to the yule ball lingers in your thoughts. as you finally gather your books and stand up, ready to head inside and get warm instead of staying out in the cold for too long.

the day passes as you go through the rest of your classes. you hand in your poor attempt of your unfinished herbology homework, receiving a raised brow from professor sprout. still, she seems to give an equally as understanding expression, chalking up your less-than-ideal attempt having do with the excitement that relates to the yule ball.

you walk through the halls of hogwarts, hugging your books close to your chest on your way to dinner in the great hall, a much needed meal waiting for you after your long day. your eyes are trained at the tiled floor ahead of you as your mind is too preoccupied to focus on everything else. the corridors seem unusually crowded, filled with students excitedly discussing their plans for the upcoming event.

as you turn a corner on your way to your common room, your scattered and distracted thoughts make you unintentionally collide with someone, causing your books to scatter across the floor. flustered, you start gathering them, apologizing profusely without looking up. "sorry!"

a familiar voice responds, "no worries. i should have been more careful, too." you glance up, and there stands dan heng, a small smile playing on his lips as he bends down to help you collect your books.

"oh, hey again," you greet in a slight breathless tone, unsure whether you should feel more or less embarrassed that you collided right into him. "thanks," you say as he helps, feeling a strange warmth in the air as your hands accidentally brush against each other while reaching for the same book before you both quickly yank your hands back.

"no problem," he replies, handing you the last book. there's a brief moment where your eyes meet, and it feels like time stands still. there's unspoken tension, you think, and its palpable.

dan heng was never a man of many words, you know. then again, one glance from him can hold a million words. despite not being of many words, you never felt any less close to him than your own classmates who've talked your ear off on countless occasions. it might be an inappropriate crush, having one on your older brother's friend, but it's not like you can do anything about it now.

before you can say anything more, dan heng takes a step back, rubbing the back of his neck. "well, i better get going."

"right," you mumble, still caught in the lingering atmosphere between you two.

you watch as he turns away to leave you in the empty hall, but just as he's about to walk away, you notice him hesitate and pause in place. your face expresses confusion when he turns to face you again and looks back at you, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"everything okay?"

dan heng seems to struggle with his words for a moment, his gaze shifting as if he's trying to find the right way to express what's on his mind. it's a side of him you haven't seen before, and it leaves you both intrigued and a tad concerned.

"yeah," he finally says after a moment, his voice a touch lower than usual, like he's in deep thought. "i just wanted to say, um, about the yule ball..."

"oh! did you ask out who you wanted to?" your brows raise as your curiosity is piqued. your curiosity must be a masochist of sorts because why on earth are you so eager to find out something that will without doubt potentially ruin your night?

dan heng chuckles softly. "not quite," he says quietly. "i was just going to ask, did you really mean what you told blade and me earlier?"

"about what?" your head tilts to the side as you scrunch your eyebrows and a thoughtful frown is on your face.

"how you'd like to be asked," he clarifies. "something simple?"

"oh," you smile shyly. "well, yeah. i'm personally not one to love grand gestures of affection with the attention it garners," you laugh lightly to yourself. "why?"

"just wanted to make sure i'd get it right when i asked` you."

"hm," you hum to yourself with a nod, barely registering his words. a few seconds pass and your head jerks up a bit to meet his serious gaze, your face displaying perplexity. "wait, what?"

at your lost expression, dan heng smiles (smiles!) with an amused laugh through his nose. "the advice wasn't for me to ask someone else, y/n." he reveals in a . when you're still too shocked to say anything, he asks instead. "would you want to go to the yule ball with me?"

your heart skips a beat at the unexpected question. for a moment, a long moment, you're frozen in place, trying to process everything he just said. the realization dawns on you that the secret crush you harbored might not be so one-sided after all.

the courtyard conversation wasn't merely about hypotheticals for dan heng, you knew that, but not to this extent! not to mention, your brother blatantly asked you how you'd like to be asked (on behalf of all girls, but still) to the ball. you feel a little bamboozled, to be quite honest, but in the best way.

the air is thick with anticipation as you meet his eyes. the warmth in them is more evident now, and there's a vulnerability that you never expected to see from someone as composed as dan heng.

"really, me?" you ask, a genuine smile tugging at your lips.

"of course, you," he says like it's most obvious answer. after a few seconds, his expression turns serious, "if it's uncomfortable for you or if you don't want to, forgive me-"

"no-no, that's not it!" you quickly cut him off before he can finish, waving your hands in front of him. "i'd love to." you beam.

relief washes over him, and a smile breaks across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "yeah?"

you nod in confirmation, still smiling widely. you jut your thumb in the direction of the great hall. "i was just heading to a late dinner. you wanna come?"

dan heng wordlessly nods with a smile and falls into step with you as you both begin walking through the long corridor.

"so...earlier today with blade..." you trail off, breaking the comfortable silence as you recall the courtyard conversation.

"all his idea," he sighs, rolling his eyes. "he knew i wouldn't have just asked so he just had an idea of his own."

"did blade know the whole time?" you ask.

"he's only been bothering me about it since the start of fifth year."

you pause in your step. "fifth year?" you ask, shyly peering at him through the corner of your eyes as you walk toward the great hall.

"yeah," he says, scratching the back of his neck as his ears go red. "apparently i wasn't subtle enough for your brother to notice. it took him a while for me to admit it..."

you laugh, recalling on your own side how your own brother taunted you for staring extra long at his friend. was he playing matchmaker this whole time? "does that mean we'll have to thank him at some point?" you can only imagine the shit-eating grin on his face, all by his own behind the scenes doing.

there's a brief silence between you two and you come to the same answer.

"no."

"absolutely not."

.... so that's the first fic im back with! i know im rusty so pls let me be...plots will get better i swear <3 ty for reading! also we just gonna go w dan heng and blade being besties it's an alternate universe ok

[chowbaw]

A spear to to the <3

[fakewaves]

Until your sin is cleansed... my vengeance will pursue you.

[annabelle-creart]

Rescue bots, again,

But they're playing Rusty Lake games

Heatwave has to ask Lightwave, he was confused and she was the nearest bot, she played it fast but didn't understood a shit, so, she played it again with Shockwave and Soundwave, they resolved it even faster and got so inmersed in the story that they became also fans of the whole story

When Knock Out and Breakdown watched all the guys got so mesmerized by the game they decided to pay a look at it, but of all the games they could play, they decided to play Roots, and when they finished it, the first thing they said was: "what the fuck is wrong with this family????"

Chase explained them what was wrong, and the list was long, REALLY LONG (he even investigated the constitution of those times to see if the crimes were the same)

Dreadwing laughed at Hightide while he was trying to get how to unlock the birdies' puzzle in Samsara room (he resolved that game so easily everyone is jelaous, but the controls still confuses him time to time)

Sissi is still trying to teach the terrans the story behind the games, but it's so confusing not even they understand what she's saying, nonetheless, Nightshade was actually who played the games when their siblings don't know what to do, and even memorized the entire walkthroughs and unlocked all the secrets and trophies (they're probably the only one with 100% progress in 3 different games)

Kade showed Servo The Lake and Servo resolved it without problem, then, they played Arles, and then Harvey's box and then Theather, and then Paradise, and then The Hotel, Servo got traumatized with the first puzzle and didn't played it anymore, now, Kade is trying to convice the puppy again to play with him (he don't know how to resolve it)

Dani, Charlie and Graham don't care enough as the rest

Frankie prefers other type of games

Greene and Baranova didn't liked the dark thematics

Bulkhead told Boulder he understood, he doesn't

Bumblebee told Blades he didn't like the game because it's boring, he didn't like it because he gets kind of... triggered at some parts

[shirogane-oushirou]

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the couple who gachas together stays together!! (this is a joke pls be careful when choosing to play gacha games 🙏🏻)

anyway i'm a.rknights pilled and ren is too -- we watch the anniversary streams together to see what events are coming up + hear the cool commissioned music they put together.

lately i've been rewatching PVs and trailers and. some of them. Really Get To Me. every time i hear the l.one t.rail drop [here] i get goosebumps. 😭 it's so instrumentally simple (comparatively), not the fantastic catchy pop or electronic music i usually adore from them, but... it hits Hard. and of course their motion graphics trailers are always Sublime kjfnkjdn.

EDIT: larger version below for better visiblity:

[sythetik]

Yknow that moment when you open MSPaint expecting to make something of questionable quality and then you make a masterpiece or four?

Just me?

[kissofthemis]

Luke apologizing to Rosa for keeping his health a secret instead of it being revealed the way it was?

"I owe you an apology."

Rosa lifted her gaze from the ice pack on her hand, and she chuckled softly. "Luke, you've apologized like twelve times already. I know you didn't mean to burn me. It's not even that ba--"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

The words were heavy, weighed down by a guilt that Rosa did not understand. She could almost hear the way Luke's breath grated against his teeth as he eked out another sentence, piece by piece. "This is something I should have apologized for a long time ago."

Usually, when Luke wore such a serious expression on his face, Rosa felt an urge to tease him surge within her chest. But this situation was different from normal. She didn't want to taunt him or distract him, and she almost felt as though an attempt to lighten the mood would be an insult to Luke's feelings.

Feelings that were clearly stabbing his lungs with every breath he took to try and speak them aloud.

"Sit down?" It was more of a question than a suggestion. Rosa wasn't sure about what Luke needed most right now. To sit by her? To stand away from her?

What would make that fierce agony burning in his coral eyes dim into a gentle candlelight, guiding him to safety?

Luke looked almost more uncertain than Rosa felt. After a moment of deliberating, in which Luke bounced back and forth on his toes as he leaned towards and away from the beanbag chair, he finally plopped himself onto the floor in front of her.

"How's your hand?" He asked about her hand, yet his attention was clearly elsewhere. His eyes were unfocused as he gingerly removed the ice pack from on top of her red flesh. His focus suddenly returned, and he knitted his brow in frustration as he turned her hand over and over, examining it carefully. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

A soft sigh left Rosa's lips. She gently moved her good hand to rest on top of Luke's as he cradled her injured hand. "You're not talking about the splash of boiling water, are you?" she murmured, and she began to stroke the back of his hand with her thumb. "Your hands are so rough," she tutted quietly. "You should moisturize them more often."

Luke let out a strangled laugh. "Even now, you're worrying about me?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet hers, and Rosa saw for the first time that tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes. "I... when you cried out in pain, I was terrified," he whispered. "Whether just a small burn, a paper cut, or a bruise from walking into another table..." His mouth turned upward into a grin for a split second, and Rosa subconsciously cursed herself for showing Luke the mystery bruise she had woken up with yesterday. "I never want to see you in pain. The thought of you suffering... is unbearable for me.

"And that's when I realized... if you had never found out about my disease, and I left you to deal with that pain and grief all on your own..." Each and every word came out more strained than the last, as if a sword pierced his heart every time he tried to set his feelings free.

"I would die a second time," Luke gasped finally, "knowing I left you to suffer alone."

A tense silence fell over the room. Luke put his free hand up to his chest to slowly massage over his heart and lungs, as if he needed to help the air and blood circulate. Rosa almost forgot about the burn on her hand until she felt a tingle along the side of her thumb that grew into a sweltering heat. Awkwardly she shifted the ice pack back onto the worst of the burns.

That simple motion seemed to revive Luke, whose eyes once again shifted back to her current injury.

But that did not last long, as Rosa suddenly leaned forward to rest her forehead against his once he was close enough to her again. "What are you trying to say?" she whispered. Of course, she knew. She knew the words that were tearing him apart from the inside. Luke was kind, loyal, and loving, but he could be too proud for his own good. He wanted to save the world alone or die trying, and Rosa refused to let him do either.

He didn't have to struggle alone, but he couldn't move forward until he acknowledged his mistakes of the past.

"I..." Luke's breath hitched in his throat. Rosa could see the lump of words caught in there, and she scowled as he swallowed it. "I..."

"Were you never going to tell me?" Rosa added, her voice barely audible. Now she could feel hot saltwater stinging the corners of her own eyes. Maybe it was Luke's vulnerability, or maybe it was his refusal to give in entirely to his feelings, that pushed her over the edge.

But Rosa had held back her own anger, sorrow, desperation, and fear for far too long, and now the dam was cracking. "Were you going to stay in the capital? Would you have headed back without a word if you hadn't found me in Stellis? Did you plan to die in another city and just never tell me? Your family?" Her voice cracked at the word "family," and she could feel her throat closing. "Me... who loves you..."

"I'm sorry!"

The words burst out of Luke like an explosion, and just like that, the dam inside Rosa's heart burst as well. Tears streamed down her face as he threw his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. "I'm sorry!" he repeated, hissing as he burrowed his face into her neck. "I was! I was going to be a coward! I was going to run! Because I knew... I knew I'd have too many regrets...." He pulled her in tighter, trying to muffle her sobs in his chest. "I messed up. I messed up big time. Because I never considered..." He inhaled deeply, and he lifted his chin just enough so his next words could ring loud and clear.

"I'm sorry that I hurt you the most by never saying anything at all."

[bloodtwin]

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 。

⸻ sexual & romantic. not an exhaustive list. will add more. :o)

𝐎𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 。

&&. ME ＆ MR. WOLF … ！𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐧。(bloodyarn) // @bloodyarn

&&. MY GIRL TAKES HER DRINKS WITH DUST ＆ RUSTY RAZOR BLADES ！𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐬。(silvertiefling) // @silvertiefling

&&. SAVE A HORSE … UH。 YOU KNOW THE REST。𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤。(h3llslinger) // @h3llslinger

&&. I’D DIE IF YOU ONLY MET MY EYES ！𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤。(caniasfire) // @caniasfire

&&. I’LL ALWAYS BLEED; YOU’LL NEVER BLUSH ！𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞。(relentlessgrief) // @relentlessgrief

&&. WILL YOU JUST KISS ALREADY ！！！𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝。(crimesought) // @crimesought

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 。

⸻ NOTE: i only ship with one version of canons.

&&. I THINK YOU’D LOOK BETTER IN A COLLAR … ！𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭。(grief-worn) // @grief-worn

&&. IF YOU’VE GOT A BODY TO BURY … I’LL BRING THE SHOVEL ＆ THE ROPE ！𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧。(starcunin) // @starcunin

&&. KNOCKING THE PIECES THE FUCK OFF THE CHESSBOARD ！𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐤。(ambitiousness) // @ambitiousness

&&. REACH OUT ＆ TOUCH FAITH ！𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐛。(spiderwarden) // @spiderwarden

[minimutty]

My very first thoughts when Baby Lucius was released

[nanodelta]

mr blade your hair is impossible to draw

[christine-ye]

Takayuki Tsubaki (Kenzaki/Kamen Rider Blade) responded back to me (on his VTuber account) wishing him a happy birthday on Twitter... please excuse me while I ascend to heaven /pos

[fragmentedblade]

Jingliu tells Yanqing "your zealousness inhibits your ability to hide your line of attack". This is something at what Jing Yuan excels