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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 3 months ago

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Wishing On Golden Stars [1]

Welcome to Teyvat

genre: isekai, slow burn, fluff, hurt/comfort, humor(?)

warning(s)!!!: tenryou samurai being rude lmao (good cop/bad cop situation)

chapter w.count: 4k

a/n: welcome to the first chapter of my isekai, kamisato ayato series! buckle in buckos, it's gonna be a long ride c:

The final chime of the bell attached to the convenience store door rang as the shift lead more than eagerly crossed the room to lock the entrance for the day. Letting out a collective sigh of relief that the day was finally done, you both slump into less-than-ideal postures. You're left leaning over the counter, your company-issued polo feeling way too hot and uncomfortable from the amount of sweat it had soaked up from your last-minute rush of people who just had to wait until almost closing to do their shopping. Popping open a few buttons, you look up to see the shift lead heading back in your direction doing the exact same thing.

“Thanks again for agreeing for the last minute cover,” the lead, who’s name tag read Max, comes to the counter and turns so his back is against it to lean and soak in the newly acquired quiet of the store. Max was a pretty good guy, taking college courses online on top of working himself to the bone for a company that would probably never remember his name if not for his badge.

“It’s not like I was busy, so it’s fine,” you reassure. It wasn’t a lie anyway. Genshin had gone down for a 5 hour maintenance that day, and while you could’ve done something else to pass the time like watch a new show or even go out and walk, an extra shift for bringing in money didn’t sound like such a horrible pastime. Straightening out from your slumped over position on the counter, you direct your eyes to the flickering digital clock hanging on the wall that really needs new batteries soon.

10:07 PM

Perfect.

“I’ll make sure to have Sam cover for you tomorrow since she was the one who was supposed to work with me today.” Normally, this would be something you turn down since an extra shift would typically push you into overtime, and like it or not, that was more extra moola in your pocket. Still, the facts at hand were that the maintenance was finished and new stories and quests had been added to Genshin. And the kicker? New banners had just begun to run and you hadn’t been saving up for nothing!

“That’d be nice. I have some plans that take place far into tomorrow morning.”

“Pulling another all-nighter on that one game you play?”

“Yup,” you ashamedly admit. It wasn’t a secret that a big chunk of your down time went into your games. Why would you feel ashamed about something you like? Be it a game or tv show or anything else. It made you happy so of course, you’d work around it as much as you could. Besides, it wasn’t the only thing you did- you weren’t a complete shut in. It was also the middle of winter, so being outside wasn’t on your agenda. “The servers were down today, but it should be back up now. I’m going to be playing through some new quests.”

Standing fully up, you stretch and start making your way to the back room where your bag and jacket sit patiently in a locker with your name on it via a tacky store-bought (and customized) magnet. You can hear Max’s footsteps fall in step with your own. You were sure he was eager to get home too.

In the back, while you both gathered your things, mindless conversation that held no real topics came and went. Asking about how his classes were and if he had a paper due soon that he’d have to rush home and complete. He was more of a social butterfly than you, so he took the reigns on most conversations he found himself involved in.

“Do you need me to walk you back? You live in a pretty nasty neighborhood don’t you?”

“Oh, no, don't worry about it. I don't live anywhere sketchy like that.” You chose to leave out the fact that even if you don’t live in a sketched-out part of town, you do have to walk through one to get to your apartment though. If you told Max that, there’s no telling the lecture you’d get as he marches with you back home without argument. Besides, you’ve walked it hundreds of times back and forth already since you moved and got this job… and it wasn’t like you didn’t have pepper spray and a compact stun gun on you anyway. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Be careful!” He calls as you start the normal trek back home. Normally the only weirdo’s out at this time were drunkards you could easily kick in the groin and give a harsh shove into a wall to make a quick getaway. When someone comes rushing around a corner of an alley, you yelp at the sudden appearance. Their shoulder checks into yours and from the sound of their (his?) gasp, he didn’t expect someone to be around the way either.

Both of you stumble, and you feel him grab your bicep and yank you so you don’t trip off the curb into the road. His fingers catch onto the strap of your bag that rests over your shoulder and in the midst of making sure he wasn’t going to start yanking you around some more, you neglect to see the small object drop easily into the pit of your bag.

“S̶o̵r̸r̴y̴” he mumbles before he’s rushing off away from the scene. You stand there on the sidewalk for a moment wondering what that was all about and what his deal is. And why his voice sounded so... fake to you.

‘Is it me, or did he sound kinda… weird?’ You stand bewildered for a moment longer before dismissing it all. Thinking about it would only make you nervous, so shaking the thoughts away was the best course of action. You promptly spin on your heel and with a little more speed to your steps, high tail it home.

Your desk chair never felt more welcoming. You drop your bag on the floor beside your desk and promptly sit yourself down to boot up your computer. The game resources would take a few minutes to download, so while that was running, you rush to get a few snacks and drinks that would make an all-nighter easier to pull off. Shutting off your main light, you flick on the desk lamp you kept beside your monitor. By the time all was said and done, you remembered you should probably text Max that you made it back safely. He would go full ‘big brother’ mode on you if you didn’t.

Digging around your bag for your phone, you pull it out, and with your action, a small item flings out of your bag with it. Hearing it dully hit the ground, you push your chair back and see a small hard object under your desk. Dragging it closer with your toes, you pick it up and examine it under the desk light.

“A piece of candy? No, maybe a trinket or… charm? Where did this come from?” Looking around your room, you look to see if maybe this small item- which with its colors of blue and lilac weaved together looked oddly familiar- had fallen off something you forgot you owned. Coming up short with theories on the origin of the piece of (possible) candy or knocked loose charm, you shrug it off and toss it ceremoniously in the trash bin under your desk by your legs. “Whatever,” you roll closer to your desk and after a click of your mouse, that familiar entry door into the game appears and allows you entry.

Instead of immediately starting to pull on the now-running Kamisato Ayato banner, you decide to knuckle down on some quests and dailies for just a few extra primos to up your chances of that beautiful, easy, golden 5-star man.

Ayato’s banner was one you have been waiting for. Playing through Inazuma (as painstaking as it could be) and meeting Thoma and Ayaka made you excited to meet the head of the family, Ayaka’s older brother. Playing through his character story, you were happy to see that he was as appealing as you hoped.

A cheeky and clever man who has been through more than his fair share of situations that try to lessen his imposing image. Being able to come up with plans that can not only put him in the place of playing ‘villain’ but also not directly involving himself was appealing. A man with the means to put together such a ploy and solely devote himself to the role- Teyvat better thank its lucky stars that he wasn’t an antagonist. Of course, it helped that he was a looker to boot. An exceedingly beautiful man if you’ve ever seen one.

“I’m getting him, come hell or high water,” is the mantra you keep repeating as your grind session continues until almost 3 in the morning. Feeling the creeping of about the hundreth yawn in your throat in the last 20 minutes, you lean your elbow on the desk before opening up the Wish menu. Curling your hand, it pushes into your cheek as your eyes droop dangerously close to shut and you yawn... again.

“Why am I so tired?” You mumble. Normally, pulling all-nighters wasn’t too hard for you. You could usually last until around 6 the next morning on a good day. Maybe work wore you out more than you bargained for since it was an unexpected shift.

You feel yourself slipping further into your palm as your head feels heavier by the second. Your finger clicks for yet another round of 10-pulls. You could hear the sound effects of the transition screen, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pry your eyes open again. A golden color lit up your room behind your eyelids but you were already far past the point of wondering if the five-star screen was always that bright or if maybe your lamp was about to explode from some random burst of overheating- even if it never had any issues before. Nothing else registered in your mind before you were completely falling asleep.

It was noisy.

Your mind wakes up before your body does, and that is the first thought you have. The noise. It was so loud. Way too loud for your bedroom that you know you just fell asleep in. You were playing your game, so maybe you were hearing in-game sounds and ambiance. Of course, that didn’t explain why you were on your back.

You could feel the hard surface of the floor against you, and while still only half-conscious at this point, it still crosses your mind on why it didn’t feel like your bedroom floor. It was like planks of wood were digging into your shirt and threatening your skin with splinters like anxious tiny spears against a giant.

Maybe you had fallen off your chair. If you had though, surely the fall would have woken you up. You weren’t so dead tired from working that you could stay asleep through the tumble of the chair to the floor. Not to mention you must’ve slept through the last few hours of the night because you could feel the sun warming your skin to a near-uncomfortable degree. It almost felt suffocating with the misty humidity hitting your face and assaulting your senses. The sound, feel, smell- all of it felt like you were washed up on some wharf.

Either you were lucid dreaming, or you had sleptwalked into the bathroom or something where you somehow turned the shower on.

Still, there was one thing you could try and rule out, and that was the occasional rough prodding of something solid jabbing into you every few seconds. A jab to the shoulder. A jab to your stomach. A jab to your leg. Even a nudge to your head that tossed your forward-facing position onto your cheek and hit that same wooden surface you feel under your back. Then the shouting starts to finally register in your eardrums.

“..up… ‘ey!” It sounded like a man? What was a man doing in your house? A police officer maybe? But that still didn’t make sense. For the first time since your consciousness started coming back to you, you groan. Your sideways resting head twitched and somehow you found the strength to swivel it back to face the sky. Eyes wrinkling at the bright sunlight behind your eyelids.

You feel small vibrations before hearing accompanying footsteps along the floor before another voice starts speaking. It was much closer than the one you could barely make out before.

“Miss.. ‘ear me… ‘llo?” It was softer, almost nicer to try and listen to. Good cop, bad cop sort of vibe.

You manage to crack your eyes open for just a moment before the closed-eyed warmth of the sun turns into a blinding flash bang that assaults your retinas. You hiss, chest jumping as your shoulders and arms twitch and tighten. The first signs of movement must’ve startled the people around you since you could feel their rushed steps in startlement through the floor. Moving your head slowly, you rock it from left to right trying to will a cloud over the sun; or if you were actually in the bathroom, for someone to draw a curtain or something.

You got your wish of shade when something hovers over your squeezed eyes. When the shade persisted with no signs of slipping away from you, you try once again to crack your eyes open.

Your vision was blurry. You could barely make out shapes, the world just a blob of converging colors and textures that started to register in your mind like code being processed. You must’ve hit your head way harder than you thought if you fell off your chair. Groaning was all you could do to communicate how uncomfortable you were in the current moment; that and the small shuffling movements of your limbs you could finally start moving.

The way the world shifted from blobs to shapes then into objects was astonishingly quicker than you expected and soon enough you were narrowly looking at a face you hadn’t seen before. Though, this stranger’s clothes looked oddly familiar to you. A cone-shaped hat that tied under his chin with a symbol on its front. Dressed in a uniform consisting of shades of dark purples- parts of it almost resembling armor. Laying on the floor- which you now see are planks of wood outside, so more so laying on the ground- next to him was a long spear-like object.

“Wha…” is all you can articulate at the confusion personified in front of you. The shade you had gained was given graciously by the man beside you lifting his hand to cover your eyes from the sun.

Your lethargic state was quickly swatted away by a sudden and painful jab to the stomach. Lurching up with a choked ‘Oomph!’, you jump into a coughing fit. Your arms come to fold over your gut as your body positions itself into a semi-half sitting-up angle. One of your arms comes to perch behind your back, holding you up and keeping you from flopping back onto the wooden ground as coughs scratch up your throat. You were parched.

“What are you doing?!” The man who had been crouching beside you this whole time had not only said a full complete sentence that you could actually understand but had shouted directly next to your ear. His bickering aimed at a man who had the same uniform and weapon as him. The standing guard- Bad Cop you’re guessing- had apparently grown restless and impatient as he lifted his spear and hovered it over your stomach before letting the butt end of it jam you in the gut. Hospitality was in the negatives with Bad Cop.

You felt Good Cop’s hand come to rest on your shoulder and you instinctively shrug it off. The realization of something being wrong finally starts to dawn on you. Maybe Bad Cop’s little assault was a good wake-up call after all… even if it was a jerk move.

Eyes wide with a fully functioning brain and processing intuition, you look beyond Good and Bad Cop and all around the area you were in. It was a dock… a port? On the edge of a small little town, there was a starting crowd beyond the wooden dock. Far off to the left up atop a cliff was a statue, one that was carved into the shape of a person, and even farther and higher than that were the beautifully pink and purple sparks of what seemed to be a shrine rising above all else.

With a yelp of recognition, your legs kick out and scurry your body back until you're dangerously close to toppling into the water at the edge of the dock.

“No way… there’s no way,” you mutter to yourself. “This has got to be some freaky dream. There’s just no way..!” That was clearly your denial talking. You’ve felt your fair share of pain- although none of it was lasting- to know if that this is a dream you would have woken up well long ago. Bad Cop, with a click of his tongue, stomps towards you and bends to snatch your arm in his palm before yanking. His rude attempts to get you on your feet are met with well-deserved resistance.

“On your feet! You have some explaining to do!” His voice boomed in your ear like it was bouncing off the ocean waves and back again. “Who are you? Where did you come from!”

“Let go of me!” His grip wasn’t gentle and you could feel your skin pinching painfully from his grip between his gloves. Since he had at least brought you to your feet, you plant them as firmly as you can into the wood beneath you before yanking back. He must’ve underestimated a washed-up person’s strength because you had ripped free easily, but all that power you put into your backward retreat lands you back on the ground. You hiss as you land on your side and scrape up your elbow. You could feel the burning sensation of broken skin and probable splinters making a new home in your arm.

You look back up to Bad Cop and your eyes shine with a glossy frustration.

“I don’t know how I got here! And what’s with your attitude! I’m not telling you anything with the way you’ve treated me- someone who's just as confused as you by the way!” That was a partial lie. In your heart of hearts, you know you’re in Inazuma. You have no idea how or why or what the hell is happening, but you weren’t about to tell him that. Good Cop- who had been anxiously kneeling with his arm barely outstretched in a poor attempt to mediate? Maybe. At least he was more or less kind. If not a tad whimpy.

“Outsiders are not permitted within the boundaries of Inazuma by demand of the Sakoku Decree! Now, how did you end up here!”

“I. Don’t. Know.”

While you and Bad Cop face off in the most pointless round of shouting roulette, there was a buzz circulating from the crowd that had fully gathered to witness the whole debacle. You took no notice of it or the person who had emerged from that buzz to step confidently onto the dock along with the three of you.

“Ah, good morning!” A bubbly, warm voice breaks the extremely tense atmosphere of the argument between Bad Cop and you. Shattered it so much that you were both rendered speechless for a moment before setting your sights on the newcomer. You choke back a gasp since any form of recognition was strictly off-limits unless you want Bad Cop to pick up on it and thus pick another fight.

In front of you, behind Good Cop who had finally risen to his feet with a relieved expression, was the ginger haired Thoma. His happy and friendly smile was present on his face like it was natural to break up fights on the street (on the dock?) with his hand raised in a relaxed, quick greeting. The Fixer himself had somehow come to your aid... you hope.

Being harassed by the Tenryou Commission and having Thoma show up and hopefully save your butt? You’re really getting the Traveler Treatment.

Thoma struts up to the three of you and claps his hand on the shoulder of Bad Cop, a small signal of ‘back up my friend, let's talk about this’. His quick glance towards you finally makes your shoulders slacken- you weren’t aware of just how tense your body was. Even your jaw started to ache from all the clenching you were doing.

“Let’s start from the beginning. Now, what’s the situation?” Bad Cop goes through the trouble of explaining- in his harsh tone- the sequence of events. They had shown up to the harbor for regular routine checks, and had found you unconscious on one of the wooden docks. They had tried waking you up, he leaves out that he had used his spear on your gut, and that when you woke up you started verbally attacking them.

“Now, hang on!” You almost screech when he finishes his spiel. His glare is overshadowed by the quizzical look of Thoma’s. “I did not ‘verbally attack’ anyone! I'm just as confused as you are and you slammed your stupid little spear into my stomach to wake me up. Remember that? It hurt you know! Of course I’d yell at someone so hostile!”

As you both started bickering once again, Good Cop anxiously tried to get a single word in, that was always drowned out while Thoma just watched. He couldn’t see a trace of deception on you; your face was the dictionary definition of confused and scared. Sure, you were full of fire at the moment, but given the opportunity to calm down maybe you’d realize just how you're really feeling instead of being so fired up. So, he saw no reason not to help you.

“For the time being, why not take them into custody of the Tenryou Commission?” Thoma pitches and your jaw drops in betrayal. Prison? You? Before, you could open your mouth to defend yourself, he starts again. “If they really have no memory of how they got here, then the safest place for them is a monitored location defended by guards. Right?” He looks at you and your jaw shuts with a small clack of teeth.

“You… might have a point.” A stupidly good point. “Fine,” you relent. There was no point in drawing it out. You really didn’t have anywhere to go, so at least a cell is a roof and protection from the elements. Bad Cop was fighting back a smug smile, you could see it tugging behind his teeth. “I’m not going anywhere with Ba- I mean, this guy though.” You cross your arms adamantly and mutter, “he’s been enough of a pain in more than one way.”

At your attitude, Thoma laughs. Even though it’s amusing, the calming atmosphere doesn’t deter him from the slight trembling of your hand tucked under your crossed arms.

“Of course. You can have your other Tenryou friend here escort you there,” he gestures to Good Cop and you nod. You can get behind that plan.

With little conversation left to be had, Bad Cop leaves the dock, Thoma speaks privately to Good Cop for a moment, and then soon you’re ushered off to Tenryou property where you’re expecting to be good friends with iron bars for an unforeseeable, undisclosed amount of time. The small wave Thoma gestures at you to come over has you walking cautiously his way. Once at his side, his back curves down as he cups around his mouth to your ear.

“Just bare with it. I’ll help you the best I can.”

He straightens back up and with a pat on the back, sends you off. Your first morning in Teyvat- as absolutely asinine as that sounds- is ending on a pretty low note. Jail time.

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a/n: its a slow start but you hAVE to trust me gang

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sambuckyhalloweenbingo · 2 months ago

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The SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2024

Hey! It's almost the spooky season, and as such, it's time for the SamBucky Halloween Bingo! From October 1st to November 7th, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.

You can post fanfiction, art, fic rec lists, comments, moodboards, podfics, edits, etc. It’ll be a low-stakes event. No need to sign up. Just remember to tag @sambuckyhalloweenbingo in your post for each fill, and we will be tracking #sbhalloween2024 for reblogs.

If you are posting on AO3, please add it to the SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2024 Collection.

The Bingo Card:

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a SamBucky bingo event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on every bingo card. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all nine prompts on the card at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single bingo card in one fill, that’d be wild but it’s okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Is it just SamBucky?

Yes please, just SamBucky. There can be side ships, but the main ship should be SamBucky.

How long will this event run?

It will run from October 1st and run until November 7th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There are! Here they are:

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the bingo?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to tag @sambuckyhalloweenbingo in the post as well as #sbhalloween2024.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Costume”, use “#costume” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to the SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2024 Collection (SamBucky_Halloween_Bingo_2024).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets or photosets, at least 3 gifs or photos.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 5 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

For Fic Rec Lists:

1. You must have at least three fics or podfics on the rec list.

2. Make sure to give brief descriptions of the fics or podfics as well as their rating and wordcount.

For Commenters:

1. Any amount of comment counts, from a heart emoji (“❤️”) to an essay.

2. We would rather this be about what makes you happy and joyful about reading than any scathing critiques.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

For Bucky

Avoid phrasing “flesh/normal/human hand” to refer to the contrast between his prosthetic arm and his right arm. The phrasing is ableist. You can simply refer to his prosthesis when relevant, otherwise use “right/left arm/hand”.

For more information, please check out this document suggested by @ninesdb on how to write Bucky as an amputee. @ninesdb is also open to questions if you have any queries not answered by the google doc.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.

Have fun and we look forward to your Halloween Bingo fics!

#sbhalloween2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fics #sambucky art #sambucky edits #sambucky events #halloween events

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sambuckylibrary · 4 days ago

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SamBucky Seasonal Bingo 2024

The @sambuckylibrary will be holding a Seasonal Bingo! The event will start on December 1st and run until January 15th. During that time, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.

You can post fanfiction, art, fic rec lists, comments, moodboards, podfics, edits, etc. It’ll be a low-stakes event. No need to sign up. Just remember to tag @sambuckylibrary in your post for each fill, and we will be tracking #sbseasonalbingo2024 for reblogs.

If you are posting on AO3, please add it to the SamBucky Seasonal Bingo 2024 Collection.

The Bingo Cards are:

There are also badges for each fill. For those badges, as well as the FAQ and rules, check the information under “keep reading”.

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a SamBucky bingo event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on every bingo card. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Is it just SamBucky?

Yes please, just SamBucky. There can be side ships, but the main ship should be SamBucky.

How long will this event run?

It will run from December 1st and run until January 15th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There are! Here they are:

1) Family Bingo Badges

2) Romance Bingo Badges

3) Mission Bingo Badges

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the bingo?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to @sambuckylibrary in the post as well as #sbseasonalbingo2024.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to SamBucky Seasonal Bingo 2024 (SamBucky_Seasonal_Bingo_2024).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets, at least 3 gifs.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 5 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

For Fic Rec Lists:

1. You must have at least three fics or podfics on the rec list.

2. Make sure to give brief descriptions of the fics or podfics as well as their rating and wordcount.

For Commenters:

1. Any amount of comment counts, from a heart emoji (“❤️”) to an essay.

2. We would rather this be about what makes you happy and joyful about reading than any scathing critiques.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

For Bucky

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.

Have fun and we look forward to your Seasonal Bingo fics!

- The Mods

#sbseasonalbingo2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fanfiction #sambucky fanart #sambucky edits #sambucky fan event #holiday event #sambucky moodboard #sambucky fic rec #sambucky podfic #mod: thatmexisaurusrex

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ourloveiselectrifying · 7 months ago

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Thought I might start doing these things since my productivity had halted for a hot minute and I need some sort of motivation. Life has been pretty awful these past few weeks ;w; It's affected my progress and schedule a lot. I'm slowly getting back into it but I'm not entirely sure when I'll be 100% like I was. Things are gonna take longer, but I'm not gonna give up! OLiE is really special to me and only a six foot hole in the ground is gonna stop me lmao.

Stuff I've been working on (Spoilers!!)

I'm rewriting parts of the demo's story since I missed a lot of important stuff about the housemate and MC's living situation.

I'm changing up and adding new things MC can choose during the packing bag part.

I added an inventory system.

I changed up the gallery, each flower-sticker represents a chapter/update, you click it to change galleries, I'm planning to work on it further to make each chapter/update's gallery more distinct.

I learnt about transitions and have added a bunch of animations to buttons and screens to make them more dynamic and fun.

I designed the signs/badges for some of the new endings.

I've finished two cgs and sketched out a few.

I've written the majority of the story and I'm just cleaning stuff up and adding new interactions for the new inventory items.

I'm changing Spike's parts to show up after endings.

#murder sim #murdersim #ourloveiselectrifyinggame #horrorsim #horror sim #visual novel #OLIE GAME UPDATE

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temiree · 1 year ago

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Hey guys! I had to spend most of my art energy recently catching up on work that I fell behind on in September (income and hitting deadlines are important!), so that's why this page was delayed, but the good news is that I've caught up on said work and I've now sketched the next pages up until page 97! I still have some more work-related art coming up, like another cover, a con badge, and my yearly birthday art piece, but I'm hoping to spend most of December and the holidays working completely on Little Runt. Wish me luck! :3

The more support I get on Patreon, the more time I can spend on personal projects like Little Runt! If you want to check it out, click here. Patrons who support for $10 a month get the next page early, as well as progress images, and occasional full-res pages at 3x the size!

#Little Runt #anthro #anthropomorphic #furry #comic #story #graphic novel #kangaroo #roo #marsupial #panther #Shadow #Nes #athlete #athletes #muscular #mma #fighter #fighting #match

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nonbinaryspy · 3 months ago

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Assorted Unova Headcanons

- Since Bianca earns all 8 gym badges after the MC and Cheren, I like the idea that she keeps taking on gym challenges at her own pace/in her way—AKA, even though she hasn't tried to become champion, she just keeps challenging new gyms as they open up. With her focus on research, it doesn't come up often. So decades in the future, after she's become a professor, she's chatting with visitors and makes an offhand comment about how it's funny she could never officially challenge Cheren, given that she already got the basic badge from Lenora.

"You did a gym challenge?" "Oh! Yeah, let me show you!"

Cue the visitors' eyes increasingly widening as Bianca pulls out case after case of all the dozens of gym badges she's earned over the years.

- In a similar vein, though she would tell you she's 'not an artist,' she's been doodling in the margins of every paper she touches since she was young. Once she starts traveling, she's often sketching and taking notes on everything she sees. As a professor, being able to render a quick, half-decent likeness as well as draw precise diagrams becomes a useful skill. She also likes making handmade cards and the like for her loved ones and the trainers she meets.

- Possibly related to the above—Cheren develops hoarder tendencies. Between wanting to keep practical supplies on hand for every eventuality, and being too sentimental to get rid of mementos, he's constantly having to find more ways to store stuff. He also somehow always has whatever people need on hand, whether it's some Pokémon food, a pencil to replace the ones his students are always losing, or painkillers (for his own headaches and when Alder insists on jumping down from high places).

- Like Alder, Benga originally had a Larvesta that evolved. The egg came from Alder's past Volcarona, and he gave it to Benga so he could learn how to raise and care for Pokémon. It was particularly special for Alder to watch Benga grow together with a Pokémon bred from Alder's old partner, though now when he sees Benga with his Volcarona, there's something a little bittersweet about it, given that his old Volcarona can't train with them and appreciate their growth as well.

Despite being such a community-oriented person, Alder usually visits the Celestial Tower alone. When Benga is a little older, Alder takes him along and tells him stories about Alder's Volcarona. He's surprised and touched to learn how many memories Benga still has of it to share in return.

As for Alder's current Volcarona, it was already evolved when he met it; he was exploring Relic Castle one day while deep in his grief, and coming across it brought back strong feelings for him. At first, he had doubts about catching it, as he worried that training the same Pokémon would be like 'replacing' his former Volcarona, and that he would be just setting himself up for the same loss. But his past partner had taught him the importance of cherishing his bonds, so he opened himself up to the new friendship. True to form as the sun Pokémon, Volcarona's light and warmth proved to be like a new dawn for him.

#pokemon #unova #rival bianca #cheren #champion alder #benga pokemon

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fictionalmenxyn · 2 years ago

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College Life, pt.3

Summary: Y/n shears a dorm room/apartment with the one and only Ghost one of the top three best players in rugby. Although he’s quiet he’s quite popular and well known, you aren’t so much. You two have been very close since Ghost made the first move but does Ghost what to take things further?

Female reader

¡LAST PART!

The word ‘hooker’ word is mentioned in this but it’s not in the rude way. It is a name of a position in rugby. Don’t believe me google it.

Tw: contact sport (no injuries), language and if there is anymore plz text me and let me know! :)

While walking home, you had decided to stop by the shop a few minutes away from your apartment. Walking in you pulled out the list you had remembered to bring with you, out of your pocket. Going up and down isles you grabbed everything you needed.

Now back in your apartment, you walked over towards the kitchen and placed the bags onto the island and started to put away all the food and drinks you had bought. Once you had done that you walked over to the coffee table and placed your bag onto it. Turning on the tv, you played your music as you pulled out your sketch book and pencils including your colouring pencils and started to work on the rugby badge design.

It’s been a while since you got home. Looking at your watch you saw a text pop up on there, it was from Ghost. He had sent ‘hey, I’m on my way back now x’ you sent a reply ‘ok, almost finished a logo idea! 👍’ and you started to finish up the last idea of the logo.

Hearing the keys move in the door, you looked up and watched as Ghost appeared into the apartment. He spoke “hey, how are you doing? Love?” You blushed a tad at the pet name then you replied “good, how are you?” He replied “better now, that I’m out of that shit hole” you both laughed as he started to put away his drink from his bag and his books. Minutes later he sat on the floor next to you and asked “how are they coming along?” You answered “really good take a look” he looked at them and said “these are amazing, you still up for later?” You nodded…

Time skip

Later in the day, you were in your room getting ready. You grabbed some warmer clothes and your boots as you grabbed a bobble hat and walked outside of your room. You saw Ghost getting ready, he was back and forth his room and the kitchen grabbing what he needed and you stayed out of the way.

Once he was ready he spoke “you ready to go?” You nodded and spoke “thought it was at 4:30?” He spoke “yeah but us players go early so we can train a bit” you nodded and he used your words “you learn something new everyday” you giggled at him remembering what you had told him earlier.

You both walk over to his grey sporty car and both get in. He started up the car and started to head over to the field. In the car you listened to music as you watched people walk on the pavement (sidewalk) as you drove by.

Now at the grounds, you got out of the car and asked Ghost “where do I go now? Cause I’m certainly not going in the changing rooms” he chuckled and spoke “just wait outside them, could you mind my phone and stuff while I change?” You smiled and nodded holding your hands out as he gave you his keys and phone.

Waiting by the changing rooms you greeted some of the boys you knew and wished them luck for the game. Once Ghost walked out he grabbed the stuff off of you and passed you his rugby hoodie and suggested “you should put that on, you’ll get cold just standing at the sidelines” you didn’t argue. So you threw on the hoodie with his initials underneath the badge ‘S.R’ you felt proud for some reason. You felt comfortable and honoured to wear thee Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley’s hoodie and especially his rugby one.

Walking over to the pitch, you spoke “do you want me to mind your stuff? Like your water?” He nodded and handed everything over to you. He playfully placed a hand on top of your head and gently shook it and said “thanks, Y/n” you smiled at the playfulness and spoke “go train” he nodded and jogged over to his coach and team mates.

After training and everyone starting to arrive you watched as the team headed over to your direction considering your by the teams water since o/f/n (other friend) was helping the team as their brother played for them. You chatted to them and then heard the boys walking over as they all talked about the other team, their rivals. You handed Ghost his water and waited for him to hand it back over. Once he did you gestured him to come closer. You spoke “I wish you the best of luck, Si” lucky for him his mask covered his blushing face as you called him Si. He spoke “thanks, love” he pressed his forehead against yours as a sweet gesture.

Time skip (it’d be borking if I explained a whole game of rugby)

It was the last minute of the game and Ghost’s team was tied with the other team. But lucky for Ghost’s team was they were given an advantage and had a line out at the 10 yard line, which is by the try (score) line. The hooker threw the ball to the person who was being lifted and they then passed it to the scrum half (no.9) and he being Soap paused it along to Gaz and it made its way down to Alejandro before he got tackled. After the quick ruck the ball was passed to Ghost and he had been able to side step two players and tried the wining try.

Everyone was ecstatic and cheering loudly. You headed the whistle blow as the game had now ended. You watched the team celebrate and then head over to you and your friend. Ghost ran over and picked you up surprisingly and spun you around out of excitement. You laughed as he put you down and you said “congrats!” He spoke “your now my good luck charm” you both laughed as the boys hydrated themselves before walking towards the changing rooms.

Now standing outside the changing rooms, you congratulated all the members as they exited the changing rooms and headed towards the pub for food.

Ghost walked out and spoke “come on, charm, let’s go grab some grub” you smiled and followed him. He spoke “when we get in the car I got to ask you something” you nodded as you opened the door. Getting in, he buckled himself up and spoke “ok, so uh I don’t know how to say this” you spoke “take you time if you need to don’t overthink it” he spoke “so.. I have been liking you for a while now since we became closer and I was wondering.. would you like to be my girlfriend? You don’t have too if you don’t like me but I was just wondering?” You felt over the moon. You spoke “of course, I really like you too!” He lifted his mask a little and asked “can I kiss you?” You smiled and closed the gap as you do kissed passionately as if you two only had a few seconds left to live.

Pulling away you spoke “come on! We need to celebrate!” He chuckled and started to drive towards the pub. Once he got there he put the car in park and turned it off. Getting out you looked over to Ghost as you watched him stick his hand out for you to grab. Gladly excepting it you held hand as you crossed the road and headed into the pub.

Walking in Ghost spoke “come on, let’s get some food” you nodded as the two of you headed downstairs and towards the kitchen area. Ghost had gave you a carton of chips and a sausage, you grabbed some bread and handed it to Ghost and then grabbed some for yourself. Grabbing everything you both headed upstairs and towards the bar area.

Seeing all the team and their friends or family you both sat with Soap, Gaz, Price and Alejandro. You looked around and asked “hey Alejandro, where’s Rudy?” He replied “went to the toilet” you nodded as you sat next to Ghost. You all tucked in as you talked and ate.

Ghost asked “anyone want a drink, while we go up?” You stood up and grabbed your phone. Walking over to the bar Ghost was behind you not shortly after. You spoke “hi, could I get a Pepsi, please?” The lady nodded behind the bar and told you the price so you used your phone and then grabbed your drink. Then Ghost ordered some drinks since some of the lads wanted some.

After a while you all decided to call it at day and headed home. You held Ghost’s hand as you both walked over to the car. You asked “how many drinks have you had?” He thought for a second and replied “four?” You heard the hint of question in that so you spoke “nope, your not driving, hand over the keys tough guy!” You both chuckled as he surrendered his keys and got in the passenger seat.

On the way home you talked about the game and how entertaining it looked and how well he and his teammates played. But also the whole time he hand a hand on your thigh, comfortable for the both of you.

Getting in you watched as Ghost practically threw himself onto the sofa. You laughed at the sight, you spoke “so I’m thinking, how about a movie night?” He spoke “yeah, I agree” you spoke “ok go out comfy clothes on, I’m going to do that then grab some popcorn” he nodded.

Now sat down in your comfy clothes you both watched movies all night long till you both fell asleep together in each others brace under nice comfy blankets, doing the things you both dreamed of doing together.

Hope you enjoyed!

Like always if you want me to write something make sure to message me or request it!

Have a good day/night! 🫶

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eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r · 1 year ago

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I've had this idea for a "MOTHER 1 sequel" for ages Like obviously the game got two actual sequels But neither of them were really continuations with the characters from the first game, yknow? (except Giygas)

So this idea would be following up on the cliffhanger at the end of the game "Something new has come up" And Ninten gets to have another adventure, with Ana, Lloyd, and Teddy coming back, old and new characters and places, etc

It's not a suuuuper developed idea, but one of the main things I've thought of is one of the main villains

(this is a preeeetty old and messy sketch, but it gets the design across. just ignore the scribbles, the fact that you can clearly see the school assignment written on the back of it, that there's a border around ninten because i drew him too high up and had to slide him down in my art program, etc)

This guy's mostly original, in terms of design, role, personality, etc But he's actually a preexisting character from MOTHER 1 And if you've played that game, hopefully hearing his name will immediately make you hate him

Meet Mr. Goldrich Duncan, an incredibly wealthy and influential industrialist, owner of Duncan Enterprises and the Duncan Construction Co. with factories and businesses all throughout Eagleland

Basically after suffering through Duncan's Factory for the second time, I thought "god i wanna meet this Duncan guy and punch him in the face" And he is no less annoying than his factory, I assure you

You manage to tick him off pretty early in the game, and he makes it his goal to interfere with your adventure as much as he can And he's rich, he has all the leisure time in the world to devote himself to that He buys out the Paradise Line and hotels and makes sure that you're forbidden from using them, he pays off cops and government officials to make sure towns are unsafe for you, buys your dad's company specifically to keep him from getting back home to you He even has some of Giygas' leftover tech at his disposal, the prime example of which serves as the other main antagonist (that'll be for another post) He is a sleazy, evil megalomaniac, and he's a constant presence in the story

The story's overall a bit bleaker and more depressing than MOTHER 1, but there's still a lot of hope in it Like you still have your friends with you, since the hotels are out of the question you find friendly individuals who are willing to house you, regaining the Paradise Line would be a pretty big moment, and Duncan's ultimately defeated

So yeah, there's Duncan and a couple of plot points from my story idea There's a number of important things I haven't mentioned, but this is really just the Duncan post, not the full story, so I'll probably elaborate on it later

(also i think he'd have a cult at some point)

(oh and i didn't mention it, but that badge he's wearing is one of his patented "duncan badges" which are knockoff franklin badges he produces in his factory (i'd retcon the second badge you find in M1 to be one of them))

#earthbound #mother series #earthbound beginnings #mother 1 #emilyramblings #emilyart #goldrich duncan

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theoceanoasis · 5 months ago

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Original Medic Roddi AU asker here :) I was thinking of a part 2

(Before I started I just want to say, I read the story and I loved it, I actually was a asker for other AU's like Deity Roddi and one of the Preceptor carrier AU. Every time you make magic whit the prompt you get.)

(By the way I am surprised no one makes more Medic Roddi AU since in the movie 86 Hot Rod fixes Kup on a alien planet perfectly. I just think Roddi should get his medic skills back even if basic medicine. Like he has a fire ability that will help wild metals back together, it would be perfect for that type of job, he used it for Kup in the movie 86. Sorry I will stop rambling and go for the prompt.)

After the death of zeta and the success of the rescue of the people. The people of Nyon are quite mad at the Autobots and Decepticons for not helping still are more tolerant of the decepticons since it 2 of them informed the medics. This might start a fight of the Autobots accusing the Decepticons to have planned this and only helped for recruitment.

Hot Rod and Ratchet will try to go back to the clinic but it was destroyed in the blast that killed Zeta, they will want to build a new clinic maybe a bigger one fir the ones that lost they're homes in the blast.

Some of the people of Nyon might try to help in any way they can so Hot Rod and Ratchet could relax a bit so they won't fall down from overworking as the war gets worse and worse, whit more death and more patience.

Soundwave and Deathlock try to visit as much as they can but can't since they have to fight and the war is now all over cybertron so they don't have time.

I do think both sides will send people to cause problems wearing the other sides badge in hope they won't take them as patient or send patients so they will not lose material.

All of this will be hard on Hot Rod and exhaust him to the point of collapse. But he always manages to do it out of view so not to worry anyone. He might even be cutting his energeon so there will be more for the patients.

He does take a few breaks but really rarely and most of the time only went his adoptive creators are both here or when Soundwave and his cassettes are here.

The clinic will be starting to be seen as torn in both sides eyes since they keep soldiers alive so they will just be send back to fight. The Autobots might be more against it since the decepticons third in command is close to one of the Medics, so they go against one of the rules in the official war declaration. They start attacking the clinic.

It would be a attack at night to try to kill all the patients and make the place not usable, but like always Hot Rod was there taking care of new arrived patients, only for a big explosion and a 'earthquake' to happen, the building fell.

In the morning the new was send. The neutral clinic was bombed and destroyed, no information on survivals or who did it.

After Zeta was destroyed, they all cheered. Relieved that he was gone and couldn't hurt the people of Nyon anymore. Soundwave wrapped an arm around him, relieved he was safe.

Once they knew the threat was over they returned to Nyon. Most of the city was untouched except for the clinic. He gasped running towards it in horror when he realized it was on fire.

The people of Nyon quickly helped them put out the fire but it was too late. The place was destroyed. Ratchet looked at it sadly knowing they didn't have the resources to rebuild.

To their surprise the people of Nyon volunteered to help.

"We don't have much but we have each other."

Both of them smiled and he felt a tear fall as he looked at the people of Nyon. Who were eager to help them after all the work they've done.

Together they began to rebuild. The two of them sketched a new clinic with more space. Because the war was still raging and from Soundwave's reports it was going to get worse.

They still tried to help people where they could. Using the limited resources they had to make it work.

Soundwave and Deadlock helped them rebuild when they could and brought them resources.

He was out on patrol looking for any injured who'd found their way to Nyon. Soundwave was behind him as they walked around keeping watch. In case anyone tried to attack him.

Although some buildings had been partially or completely destroyed most of Nyon was fine. He shivered not wanting to think about what could have happened if Zeta had used his weapon. There might be nothing left of Nyon if his plans had succeeded.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded, letting Soundwave hold his hand. He turned towards the Decepticon about to reassure him when someone shouted at them.

"Get away from him Decepticreep!"

He looked over giving what appeared to be an Autobot a confused look.

"What?"

"He's not what he seems. He's trying to recruit you to his horrible cause."

When he continued giving her a blank look. The Autobot pointed at the badge on his chest.

"He's a Decepticon."

"So?"

"He's trying to recruit you."

"He knows I'm not joining the Decepticons. This is my home and I'm not leaving it."

"You're from Nyon?"

The Autobot looked surprised and he gave her a confused look.

"Yes. Do you know where you are? We have a clinic not far from here. Let me check you over and make sure you didn't hit your head."

"I know where I am. I'm just surprised you'd let Decepticons around, after they refused to help your city."

The Autobot sneered and Soundwave looked like he was about to say something when he stopped him.

"Like your faction helped?"

The Autobot sputtered looking shocked.

"No. I mean. We tried but the Decepticons wouldn't let us."

"That didn't stop two of them from risking their lives and warning us. We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them."

He got between the Autobot and Soundwave.

"If you're not injured. I think it's best you leave. We don't want any part of your war."

"Why does he get to stay he's not injured?"

She argued glaring at Soundwave.

"He's one of the Decepticons who risked his life to help us. Now leave."

He turned away ignoring the Autobot who continued sputtering in shock. Shouting that he'd regret this and that if he didn't abandon Soundwave. He would go down with him.

He looked at Soundwave who was about to fight the Autobot. When he told him to stop because she wasn't worth it.

Soundwave followed after him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"I know you don't want to get involved with the war but that was hot."

He smiled faintly leaning towards him.

"Really?"

Soundwave nodded pulling him into a nearby alleyway.

"Definitely. I loved the way you put her in her place. Going no nonsense medic on her."

The two kissed each other with Soundwave pressing him against a wall.

When they got back to the clinic. Deadlock gave him an amused look.

"You two were gone for a while."

"We... Got held up."

"I'd clean up a little and try to hide that hickey before Ratchet sees."

He blushed and went to clean up. Not wanting his carrier to lecture him about fragging in public.

After cleaning up. He said goodbye to Soundwave. Who had to go back to the front lines with Deadlock. He hugged him, reminding him to stay safe.

"I will I promise."

He nodded feeling his spark squeeze in his chest when he watched them walk away.

"They'll be okay."

Ratchet put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and led him inside. Distracting him with some of their patients.

The clinic while not completely finished, had come a long way and they were finally able to start taking patients. Not that they stopped. At least now they got to be inside the clinic.

They'd also gotten new or at least newer supplies, from either Soundwave, Deadlock or whatever the people of Nyon could scrounge up.

They worked tirelessly to help whoever they could. He was wrapping one of his patients arms. After she broke it trying to help rebuild.

When Ratchet recieved a message from the clinic in the Dead End. Although he'd only met the medics there a handful of times. They regularly sent each other messages. Wanting to know how the other was doing and seeing if they could share resources.

The clinic had been struggling with an influx of patients, and he thought the message was about patients being delivered to them. He was excited to see whoever they sent to come with the patients. Hoping they could stick around for a few days and he could show them around.

His carrier gasped and he looked over in alarm. Feeling his spark sink when he saw the look on Ratchets face. He immediately knew it was bad news.

Finishing what he was doing. The Nyonian pushed him towards his carrier with her good hand.

"Go to him."

He walked over. Worried the clinic was being forced to close. Scanning the message they received. He felt tears in his optics. The clinic had also held out on picking a side, wanting to stay neutral and help everyone they could.

The fighting had been outside of the Dead End so far. Although they still collected patients from both sides.

They say it was an accident. A stray bomb had been dropped and it ended up blowing the clinic and everyone inside to pieces. There were no survivors. Everyone his carrier had taught was dead. So many good medics were lost.

Ratchet broke down and he held his carrier close letting him cry. Until he forced himself to get up and to keep working. They still had patients that needed help.

He gave him a worried look watching the way his hands shook as he worked. His optics dull as he tried to stop himself from thinking too much.

Worried about his carrier. He sent a quick message to Deadlock telling him what happened and that he needed to return quickly.

He kept working. Waiting for Soundwave and Deadlock to return. It seemed to be taking a long time and it made him worried that something had happened.

He continued helping both sides. Bringing them back to the clinic and fixing them up. Ignoring the tension between both sides as they glared at each other.

Occasionally they'd make snide comments at each other. Which he mostly ignored until it got out of hand. He also noticed the Autobots would occasionally complain, about Decepticons getting faster and better treatment. Ratchet always shut them up.

He was more closed off than usual and more no nonsense. Whenever he heard either side antagonize the other. He'd always get them to shut up real fast. He knew his carrier was grieving and he tried to be there for him.

He was worried and wished Deadlock would hurry up. Even though the clinic had been rebuilt. It felt like everything was falling apart around him.

The clinic wasn't the only place where he heard those comments. It seemed the Autobots believed the people of Nyon preferred the Decepticons over them.

Whenever they did something wrong and anyone pointed it out. They'd always accuse them of preferring the Decepticons.

Sometimes they'd give loud speeches in the middle of town. Telling them they were being deceived and that the Decepticons were trying to recruit them for their bloody war. Telling them to become an Autobot and ignoring them when they repeatedly told them they were neutral. It seemed like they didn't want the Decepticons around at all. Trying to drive them out of businesses and even the clinic.

Which caused fighting and ended in people of Nyon getting hurt. No one wanted to pick a side. They were angry at both sides for not helping. The only ones they trusted were Soundwave and Deadlock who'd helped them.

They were just trying to survive and didn't care about the war. Neutrals from all over were starting to come to Nyon and they didn't need to be further traumatized, by both sides fighting in the middle of town.

The neutrals were more honest with them. Telling them about what was happening as they repaired them. So many were injured and in desperate need of help. Somehow managing to walk or even crawl their way to Nyon. Knowing this was the only place where they could get help. Many were desperate to leave Cybertron all together. Worried it was only a matter of time before the war came to Nyon.

There were so many neutrals and even with a bigger clinic, they still didn't have enough room. A lot of them were on deaths door by the time they arrived. Their bodies too weak from all they've endured.

It was hard losing so many patients. Their cries through the night haunted him, but he had to push forward. Ratchet was drowning in his own grief and he was so exhausted, but there was never a moment to rest. All he could do was keep going and trying to save as many as he could.

After a long grueling shift. He had a few minutes to himself and he broke down, wishing Soundwave was there. He hid at the back of the clinic not wanting anyone to see him cry. He missed him so much and he was so worried about him.

He was distracted by someone walking over. He looked over to see a Decepticon staring at him. He gave them a confused look wondering if they were injured.

"Can I help you?"

"You're Hot Rod, right?"

"Yes?"

He gave them a confused look. Wondering if they wanted to see him personally.

"I have a message from Soundwave."

His spoiler perked up in excitement expecting a letter. Instead they pulled out a gun and pointed it at him.

"Soundwave is a Decepticon and he doesn't want you holding him back."

He stared at the gun in shock. He's had weapons pointed at him before and being threatened is nothing new. The fact they spoke of Soundwave is what bothers him.

He flinched hearing a blaster go off. He expected to get hit but the pain never came. Looking at the Decepticon he could see a hole in their chest. With Deadlock standing on the other side.

The Decepticon collapsed to the ground already dead and he looked at Deadlock in surprise. Because that was a fellow Decepticon even if they were trying to kill him.

"That wasn't a Decepticon."

Deadlock pulled him into a hug and he buried his face into his chest. Relieved that he was finally back.

"Who was it then?"

"An Autobot pretending to be a Decepticon. You're going to be getting a lot more of them."

"Why?"

"The Autobots think the people of Nyon. Specifically the medics at this clinic favor Decepticons, because we helped when Zeta planned to kill everyone here."

"But it was only you and Soundwave."

"They don't care. They hate our relationship and are going to try and sabotage the clinic. I won't be surprised if Decepticons start doing the same thing. They want you to pick a side and they think by wearing the other sides badge you'll choose their side."

"Why would they want that?"

"Isn't it obvious. You help both sides. If you heal a Decepticon that's another one the Autobots have to fight. They want you on their side and we want you on ours."

"But we're neutral."

"I know and I'll do everything to protect both of you."

Deadlock gave him a sad look and he felt his spoiler droop thinking about the Dead End clinic.

"Do you know?"

"I came back here as soon as I heard. How is he?"

"Not good. He's been out of it ever since he recieved the news. He's overworking himself and I'm worried about him."

"I'll talk to him."

He nodded leading him inside to where Ratchet was working on a patient. When he noticed Deadlock his optics brightened slightly but they were still a little dull.

He watched as Deadlock pushed past all of Ratchets defenses, knowing exactly what he needed. He took over the patient Ratchet was working on when he broke down. Letting Deadlock take him away so he could finally rest a little.

Even though Deadlock warned him. It was still annoying having people sabotage them. They'd break the clinics windows. Throwing bricks at them and spitting on them before running off.

Everytime they went on patrol they'd try to Jump him or Ratchet. Remembering Soundwave and Deadlocks trainings. He tried his best to fight them off. The two of them even carrying weapons when he was almost stabbed by a Decepticon pretending to be an Autobot.

They'd intentionally mess up equipment. Trying to damage it as much as possible. Which they would have to try and fix because it was so hard to come by now. The worst was when they attacked patients who couldn't defend themselves. It was getting out of hand and the people of Nyon were not happy.

Especially when a Decepticon pretending to be an Autobot tried to kidnap him and force themselves on him. He shivered. Trying not to think about it. Luckily he'd managed to get away and limp back to the clinic.

The people of Nyon were angry. They didn't like the idea of people attacking the clinic. Not when it had helped so many of them.

Now their clinic had guards posted around it. People volunteering to watch over the clinic and keep them safe. Even when he went on patrol he had guards following him.

He knew it was necessary but it made him miss Soundwave even more. He'd see a shadow behind him and look back expecting to see Soundwave watching over him. Only for it to be someone else.

He missed him so much and was really worried about him. Deadlock couldn't stay for long and was already gone. Ratchet seemed better at least which was good. He'd asked him about Soundwave and had almost cried, when he learned Deadlock didn't know where he was.

Although he did promise to look out for him and send him a message when he found him. He worried all the time. Unable to sleep or eat as he imagined the worst.

He knew what he was doing wasn't healthy. If Ratchet wasn't so busy and dealing with his own problems. He probably would have lectured him and forced him to take a break.

But he couldn't. Not without Soundwave. He missed him so much. Everything seemed to remind him of Soundwave. When he'd get energon. He'd remember Soundwave bringing it to him because he oftentimes forgot. Made exactly the way he usually drank it, because of course he'd remember. The two sitting together with their legs brushing together as they talked about nothing and everything at the same time.

He missed snuggling again him and his cassettes while falling asleep. Listening to his spark spin in his chest. The warmth of his body wrapped around his own.

He tried not to think about it. He had work that needed to be done. Patients that needed to be taken care of.

When someone sabotaged their energon Despenser. It had been devastating for the clinic. To the point they almost had to shut down for a few days.

He'd stared at it hopelessly. Feeling exhausted. His patients came first though and he made sure they were able to eat. Even at the expense of himself.

Every chance he could. He'd give his energon to others who needed it more. He knew the sudden increase in people was putting a strain on their already limited energon supply and he didn't want to be a burden. Other people needed it more than him.

He lost a lot of weight and yet he kept pushing. He needed to help as many as he could. It felt like so many were dying and the constant sabotage on both sides was making it worse.

Every day he waited for Soundwave or Deadlocks return. Or at least a message telling him they were alive.

It had been so long since Deadlocks last visit. He had no idea where he was or if he ever found Soundwave.

He missed them both so much, especially Soundwave. He needed him now more than ever. As more and more people died unable to be saved.

He was so tired and one day he'd collapsed. His body unable to take it anymore. When he awoke he found his entire body sore from falling on the ground. Looking at the time he panicked because hours had passed.

He'd rushed to the clinic thankful no one had seen him. Ratchet assumed he'd been on patrol and didn't question it as he got to work helping patients.

He began passing out more frequently after that. He'd always make sure it was somewhere hidden. Setting multiple alarms to wake him up as soon as possible, so he could get back to work. He didn't have time to properly rest and everyone else needed his fuel more. He needed to just keep pushing through.

He'd been working on a patient when Ratchet came to him with a letter from Deadlock. For the first time in a long time he felt hope.

The two huddled together reading his message. Deadlock had been sent off world for a mission. Which meant he couldn't communicate with them. He was coming back though and would get to stay in Nyon for a few days.

They both looked at each other in excitement having missed the Decepticon, especially Ratchet.

Then he read the next part of the letter excited to hear what he had to say about Soundwave. Only for his smile to fall as he began to sob uncontrollably.

Soundwave had gone missing, likely presumed dead. He could see Ratchet reaching for him. Wanting to comfort him but he dodged his touch.

Looking around the room. It felt too small and everyone was looking at him. He needed to get out. He felt about ready to pass out as his mind swam with images of Soundwave's death. He stumbled out of the clinic tears blocking his vision.

He ran somewhere where he could hide and just be alone. His body unable to take the stress causing him to pass out.

When he awoke it was almost morning again. This was the longest he'd ever passed out for. He knew he should be worried but all he could think about was Soundwave. He sobbed unable to process the idea that he was dead.

Exhausted and having work to do he stumbled back to the clinic, where Ratchet was waiting for him.

"Oh... Hot Rod."

He collapsed into his arms and broke down. Sobbing as he clung to his carrier feeling his spark break.

"How am I supposed to go on?"

"I don't know Hot Rod. Please just find a way I know I'm being selfish but I can't loose you too."

He looked up at his carrier. Who's servos trembled as they brushed the tears out of his optics. He's already lost so much he doesn't need to loose a sparkling as well.

"Okay I'll try and hold on."

The next few days were agony as he threw himself into work. Trying to push the thought of Soundwave out of his mind or else he'd start crying.

He didn't think he'd ever be the same. He knew there was a chance. They we're at war after all, but he never wanted to believe it could happen.

The people of Nyon after recieving the news tried to give him space and also their condolences. They planned on having a funeral for Soundwave in a week. Using Nyonian traditions because he was one of them.

He became Nyonian the day he saved Nyon and would be remembered as a hero.

Deadlock came two days later looking exhausted and injured. He watched Ratchet run out to hug him while he stood by the clinic. His limbs trembling. As he forced himself to stay, even as tears fell down his face.

The two made optic contact and then Deadlock gestured towards his ship. He looked over and gasped in excitement when he saw Soundwave.

He rushed over grabbing him just before his legs gave out. Looking him over it appeared he'd been tortured.

"What happened?"

"Autobots."

He glanced over at Deadlock who'd come to help.

"I found him on my way home. He'd managed to escape but was in bad shape."

"Help me get him to the clinic."

The two of them picked him up and carried him inside. Soundwave was unconscious but alive. He squeezed his hand and got to work falling into medic mode with Ratchets help.

The two worked non stop until he was repaired. He felt tears fall as he pressed his forehead against Soundwave's.

"You're alive."

He whispered feeling Soundwave come online.

"Hot Rod? Is that really you?"

"Yes."

He smiled tears falling as he stroked Soundwave's face.

"I tried so hard to get back to you."

"I know. Rest and save your strength."

"Energon."

His voice rasped and he grabbed a nearby cube. Helping him drink from it. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders knowing he was alive.

When Soundwave was done he moved over slightly, gesturing for him to lay down. He hesitated thinking about all the work he needed to do.

"You are exhausted. Lay with me."

Unable to resist he laid down and felt Soundwave wrap his arms around him. Breathing in his scent. He listened to his spark beat and found himself relaxing.

He didn't even realize his optics closed, until he fell asleep. Safe in Soundwave's arms.

When he awoke the two of them talked about everything that had happened. Soundwave was angry that either side would dare to attack the clinic. He was also worried about him, taking note that he'd lost weight. His paint was chipped and dull just like his optics. He looked exhausted and in need of a break.

"I'm fine. There's so many people that need our help. Neutrals have been flooding our city and we've been overwhelmed."

"I'm sorry Hot Rod. I wish there was more I could do."

"Just rest."

Even though he didn't like seeing him hurt. He'd missed him so much and was happy they got to spend time together while he healed. Soundwave never told him the specifics of his injuries. Even though he could guess based on the wounds. He didn't like thinking about Soundwave injured much less being tortured.

His cassettes were fine. They hadn't been with him when he was captured. Megatron had sent them off world with an assignment that would keep them away for a while. Not wanting them to worry about Soundwave.

They were all relieved to hear Soundwave was alive and recovering.

When he felt better Soundwave joined him for patrol. It was nice having him by his side. Watching over him. Every time he turned around and saw Soundwave he'd smile. Knowing he was safe.

The two of them spent all their time together even when he was at the clinic. He'd teach Soundwave how to help out by grabbing him tools and stuff.

Soundwave always made sure he'd eat and get enough rest. It could be annoying at times because he had a lot of work to do and wasn't used to taking breaks. But it definitely helped with his fainting problem.

He never told Soundwave about that. Not wanting to worry him as he recovered from his injuries.

The two would cuddle together and talk for hours. Soundwave asked to bond with him after the war was over and he agreed. Wanting nothing more than to be his Conjunx.

Deadlock was also around a lot more. Recovering from his own injuries, although they weren't as bad. Ratchet was with him the entire time and his carrier seemed so happy and relieved he'd returned.

He told Soundwave what happened in the Dead End and he seemed shocked and also worried.

"I don't think it was an accident."

"What do you mean?"

"You said people have been sabotaging the clinic?"

"Yes. They've done things like breaking windows, attacking patients, trying to attack one of us or messing with our equipment and supplies."

"When I find out which Decepticons are responsible they will pay for it."

"The people of Nyon have been watching over our clinic and coming with us on patrols, which is good. It means they've had less chances to sabotage us. They're also probably afraid, now that you and Deadlock are back. Especially after what he did to that one mech."

"What happened?"

Soundwave gave him a curious look. Realizing his mistake he tried to change the subject but Soundwave had already realized it involved him.

"What happened? Don't make me go to Deadlock."

He winced. Knowing he'd blow it way out of proportion.

"Someone threatened to shoot me claiming you sent them. I knew it wasn't true and Deadlock took care of them."

Soundwave pulled him closer looking angry that someone would try to hurt him and use their relationship against them.

"I want you to be careful. The people of Nyon have been stopping them so far, but eventually they'll find a way to attack and I don't want you getting hurt."

"I'll be fine. I can take care of myself."

"I still want you to be careful. Megatron has ordered for me to return and I don't know how long I'll be gone. Which means you need to take care of yourself. Don't think I haven't noticed how tired you are or how much weight you've lost."

He froze, staring at Soundwave in surprise and also feeling anxious at the idea of him going back to the war. Especially after he almost died.

"You have to leave already? When are you going, you're still injured?"

"I know, but the Decepticons need me. I'll be back as soon as possible I promise."

"When are you leaving?"

"In a few days. Deadlock is leaving tomorrow."

"What!?"

"Megatron already has a mission for him. I don't know how long he'll be gone."

"I need to see him."

The two stood up and went back to the clinic. When he got there he found Ratchet hugging Deadlock looking upset.

"You told him?"

"Hot Rod..."

He ran into Deadlocks arms and the Decepticon held him. Pulling Ratchet in as well. Soundwave stood off to the side as Hot Rod hugged his creators. Until he pulled him in as well.

When is Soundwave leaving?"

"In a few days."

"I'll look out for him."

Deadlock promised. Wanting to make sure he never had to send a letter like that again. It had been one of the hardest things he's ever done.

When Deadlock left. Ratchet had been sad but also determined. When Deadlock came back they'd be waiting for him. They just had to have hope that he'd be okay.

When Soundwave left he'd cried. Hugging him for as long as possible until he had to go. He was terrified that he'd loose him and already missing him desperately, even though he just left.

He tried to remind himself of his promise. Soundwave would get back to him and the two would finally become Conjunx.

He threw himself into his work. Trying not to think about the letter or the idea of Soundwave dying. Those few days where he thought he'd died had been agony and he never wanted to experience that again.

With Soundwave gone. He had a hard time falling asleep. Even though he promised to take care of himself. He still found himself struggling.

He was so busy all the time and Soundwave wasn't there to remind him. He didn't want to let him down but he couldn't help it.

Then Ratchet got sick. He kept telling him that he was fine, but he insisted that he rest and give himself time to heal.

Ratchet didn't like it. But with him out of commission he was in charge and would decide when Ratchet could come back and that was only after he was feeling better.

It was late and he was working on one of his patients, who'd recently arrived. When he noticed something strange outside.

He looked out the window, but didn't see anything. He went back to work although he was weary of his surroundings. Just in case someone tried to attack.

He kept a weapon nearby. This was the last patient of the night and when he finished bandaging them. He let them leave. Knowing they had to get back to their family. Who was anxiously waiting for them at one of the nearby shelters.

He sighed. Cleaning up his work station feeling exhausted. He had a few more patients who were asleep for the night and he went to check on them.

He'd been reading one of their charts when he felt a gun against his head. He froze with his hands raised.

Before he could speak. They turned him around and he came face to face with a familiar sight. It was the Autobot he'd met so long ago, when he'd been out on patrol with Soundwave. The one who'd been angry that he was with the Decepticon.

"Surprise little medic."

"What do you want?"

He struggled as they pulled him closer.

"Revenge."

The Autobot stabbed him and he gasped.

"This is what you get for choosing those filthy cons. Now everything you've worked so hard for will come crumbling down around you."

The Autobot twisted the knife inside his abdomen and he cried out in pain. She smirked. Grabbing his face and forcing him to look at her

"Such a beautiful little thing. It's a shame you chose to defile yourself with a Decepticon."

She dropped him onto the floor and he gasped. Feeling the knife drive itself deeper, as energon pooled around him.

The Autobot turned around and he watched as she walked away. He frantically grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding when the clinic exploded.

Ratchet was awoken with a jolt, as the ground shook around him. At first he thought Nyon was being invaded as he rushed outside to see.

When he saw smoke coming from the clinic his spark sank. Transforming he'd never driven so fast in his life. As he desperately swerved around people standing in the streets. Looking at the burning clinic in horror.

Rushing over he transformed and felt someone grab him. He screamed struggling in their grip trying to reach Hot Rod. The clinic was gone nothing more than a pile of rubble.

He collapsed onto the ground. Those around him flinched at the cries of a carrier who'd just lost their child.

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