#sorry for spelling / grammar errors

[phantomposting]

Hi I know it's been forever since I've written a prompt but I'm back on my crossover brain rot and it's 5am so I figured why not!

Typically I'm not one for shipping and am super into sibling and found family troupes but I've been reading better halves by @aster-draws and it absolutely changed my brain chemistry. So I've been left craving an angsty tragic love story au. I've been thinking for awhile and thought what if Danny was rooted to the portal due to being the catalyst to open it thus he's unable to leave town for long periods of time at max he can be away from Amity for 2 weeks at a time or else he risks damage to his core or eventual destabilization dealers choice. The tragic romance comes in when Danny meets Tim at a gala Vlad drags him to. The two become fast friends and start hanging out semi frequently. Added perk is this absolutely pisses Vlad off considering Bruce is a business rival. Tim and Danny grow pretty close but both can tell the others hiding something. Tim looks at Danny a bit like a case that needs solving as Danny tries to shrug it off. It's odd to Tim that he can't get Danny to go anywhere past 2 weeks and there's always set intervals of time between hangouts. The lack of answers too is driving Tim a bit crazy. Eventually some events lead to Tim finding out about Danny's scars and he as a result tries to convince Danny to leave Amity for his own safety. He could be trying to convince him to go to college or just move it's dealers choice. The argument eventually leads to Tim snapping yelling at Danny that "If you stay here you're just gonna end up dead!" And Danny looks at him dead in the eyes with an overwhelming mix of emotions and says something along the lines of"too late." This leads to the argument just stopping in it's tracks and Danny having to explain that he's already dead and trapped in Amity. Tim tho won't accept that Danny's stuck there. He promises Danny that he's going to find some way to get him out and let him live his life. Whether they actually succeed in that is up to the author :) i like to think it's a bit of slow burn from there until the romance starts to fully blossom. A friends to lovers scenario :D

Heads up i wrote this half asleep so I'm so sorry for any grammar or spelling errors

[avoidantvoidd]

(tap on the images for better quality. tumblr keeps fucking up my stuff w their low res bs)

Monsterfucker Altaïr = best Altaïr

inspired by the countless monsterfucker Altaïr prompts by the all mighty @teecupangel (+ all the nonnies & ppl who gave them ideas :) )

an accurate dipiction of Altaïr when he spots hybrid/eldritch being!desmond roaming in the wild.

i didn't know if i should put kadar n malik in there. but as much as i wanted to i couldn't imagien them saying it. so i put some rando novice and rauf himself instead. lmaooooo (the rando novice will become a mascot later on in more of my art work dw)

ignore the way Altaïr's hood look like a fucking samosa and focus on how neat my handwriting is. i tried to make is as eligible as possible.

i was hungry while drawing that so i think thats the reason why, HAH.

ughhhhhh. i need to draw more. like actually draw and not shitpost stuff like this. like i made one of the best art work in my life and just fell off. i hate it here.

art dump (?) under the cut.

some altdes for the soul :)

please excuse my poor attempt at chibi art style. my hands r just allergic to cute stuff :( i gave up on coloring them too. my laptop wont let me.

i tried drawing desmond in my style, and i have to say it's not taht bad :0. But i fucked his hair. i already suck ass at drawing hair, but at least i can bullshit my way through long hair but his buzzcut is SO HARD TO DRAW. like THATS INSANe. why. i wanted to give him some fluffy hair. as you can see i failed. tramendusly.

desmond, my son, why must you lack hair....

It's not much for an 'art dump' but these two r the only ones in my folders that the human eyes can tolerate.

ok sorry for taking up ur screen with my ramblings i'll be going now, bye xoxo.

[let-me-scream-to-the-void]

One thing that for me showed the minecraft movie was going to be just a cash grab, is how un-mincrafty it is.

Like even if the movie looked good (it doesnt) making it in live action and ignoring the simpler art style the game is built upon is already weird,

Then you have staff like trees and flowers that aren't from minecraft.

The blue portal or Tessrac like thingy that they made up.

The landscape that isn't even close to minecraft world generation.

The nonsensical crafting recipe that isn't even on grid making an entirely new item.

The Piglings that can somehow be in the sun (and yes i know that its like that in Legends too, but this a Mincraft movie, not a Minecraft Legends movie)

Jack Black looking nothing like Steve.

And I'm sure there will be many more examples in the rest of the movie.

This movie isn't made from a love of the game, and that's sad, but looking at it I would be surprised if anyone who made it played minecraft for more then half an hour.

[dracallyart]

Share with us the lore behind Shieru and Orochimaru, please! I found your art through the latter's tag and they look so appealing together in a way that's hard for me to put words to. Old friends, perhaps?

Thanks for sharing!

AAAAAA!! Absolutely!! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to yap about these two hehe 🙏Also, thank you so much for finding them very appealing, you made my day!

I don't have their full story completely complete, as I only started working on it a few days ago and kept building on it as I went. As a warning; this will be LONG. The reason why is because Shieru and Orochimaru's story would be considered a slow-burn, due to Orochimaru needing a proper redemption arc and eventually receiving forgiveness.

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Some important things to note about my character before going on; Shieru is around the same age as the Sannin's, and is considered a very well respected veteran among Konoha. Having been kidnapped when she was young into Danzo's root, eventually escaping in her early twenties where she assisted Konoha during the Second Shinobi war, became a hermit for about a year or so after (due of her past trauma and actions) and returned with being able to summon the legendary bird she made a contract with and learned new, powerful jutsu. In her clan (the Fūrin clan, a fictional clan I made) she is considered the most powerful.

She's incredibly wise, is a sage without the official title and is incredibly knowledgeable on things relating to anthropology from life experiences.

Now! On to her and Orochimaru. (I will be referring to Orochimaru as they/them!) She is aware of everything they have done in the past, and have even affected negatively a student that she ends up rehabilitating back into Konoha. So, when Orochimaru is pardoned in Konoha due to assisting in the war efforts by saving Tsunade and even guiding Sasuke into assisting the village. Shieru begins to keep a close eye on the Sannin, and not long after they wander aimlessly around the village during the "Blank Period Episodes" she asks Kakashi, the current Hokage, to take Orochimaru to travel for around a year or so. As she wishes to see whether they had the ability to be properly redeemed. Due to her experiences as a veteran shinobi, she is allowed to as long as she is with Orochimaru at all times.

So, the two set off. Orochimaru asking why she would take them on a "leisurely jaunt" this way and Shieru would explain she's made a journey like this before, which changed her for the better, and wants to see whether that will do the same effect for Orochimaru. Of course, due to their circumstances, Orochimaru requires constant supervision and so they go on this journey.

Early during their travels, Shieru attempts to act professional and rigid with Orochimaru, often humbling from their acts of the past and occasionally snapping at them. Orochimaru meanwhile would act incredibly sly, teasing and equally as stubborn as Shieru in terms of their conversations. At some point, Orochimaru even begins nicknaming Shieru "Shi-Shi", which only grates her further.

Many points during their travel amongst different lands, Orochimaru finds themselves frozen as they recall a specific memory of certain events that have occurred to them in the past. Whether that be a specific hideout they had nearby, or even finding the spot where the "Three-Way-Deadlock" occurred where he nearly killed Jiraiya. At the beginning they put it aside, but little do they know all these memories begin to eat at them from the inside.

After a good long while into their travel, they've had their fair share of rogue ninja attempting to ambush them. One time, Orochimaru breaks the rule of no direct attack and assists Shieru in fending off some rogue ninja. They both end up working very well fighting together. And this specific incident is what causes Shieru to feel comfortable enough making fun of Orochimaru, she was never afraid of them to begin with. But she gives him the nickname "cornsnake" which causes Orochimaru to react at the slander, which eventually makes the two jab at one another in a more teasing, casual manner. It's around this time Shieru begins acting less professional and rigid with Orochimaru too, as they start having more and more conversations, albeit, it is still too early for Oro to talk too deeply over their thoughts.

MUCH more into their journey, Orochimaru begins to feel emotions they did not feel capable of feeling before. Some of them being shame, and regret. They at one point hurt Shieru's feelings with a statement so out of bounds, and at the beginning they feel nothing, but the abrupt change in Shieru's attitude makes the bubbling feeling of shame rise in their gut. So, a few nights later, they force themselves to apologise. Their apology makes Shieru have to stifle a laugh, and forgive them, which... surprises Orochimaru. But they move on, and it gives Oro much to think about.

The last half of their journey is a lot more eventful, Shieru eventually going the same route she went before on her journey from many, many years ago and telling Orochimaru about her adventures, and eventually opening up about what she got over in her trauma through this journey. Giving her plenty of quiet time to reflect. Though, she jokes due to her being here, Oro had little time to reflect. They disagree with her, but don't continue the thought. It's only through the course of a few more weeks and months that they begin to show frustration, regret and shame for what happened before. Shieru meanwhile is patient, open to hearing Orochimaru's thoughts on the manner, and offers her genuine opinion on certain things. And is, honestly forgiving as she comes to further understand Orochimaru in a deeper level, which does let Orochimaru express deep emotions he's not felt in years.

Through this journey, Orochimaru learns to (slowly) be a better person, and Shieru learns to forgive and further give belief that even those who are villainous by nature do so for a reason.

The drawing I made where they are going for drinks is the day that they return to Konoha, now as friends. And they go for drinks as a bit of a victory for their journey and Orochimaru's much more mellowed out personality. And redemption? They act like indeed old friends going for drinks that night.

And over time, the two do form a deep partnership, specifically once Orochimaru has made up for their past mistakes in a meaningful way, which surprises everyone, but Shieru pacifies Orochimaru in a good manner and does genuinely feel love for them, and Orochimaru treats Shieru incredibly well and feels equal amounts of love for Shieru. This occurs when they're back in Konoha and still continue to hang nearly every day, Orochimaru became accustomed to their presence and finds themselves restless without them around, and Shieru has come to find Orochimaru endearing and enjoys their company just as much.

This of course further mellows out Orochimaru to the point of Boruto! And of course, Shieru is basically Mitsuki's mom (merged their DNA into a petri dish LMAO).

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One reason I wished to make this ship is to further give explanation for Orochimaru's personality during Boruto. Since I do feel we're missing plenty context to why Orochimaru changed so drastically over the decade, I suppose when you've lived so long and have attained the immortality you wish, you do mellow out. But! I also personally love Orochimaru since the Blank Period Episodes, so I wanted to give this little ship a shot!

BUT! This is all of my thoughts! I definitely have more that I might have forgotten to mention, but I will most likely be drawing them a lot more and exploring their relationship further over time, since they've infested my brain since the day I made Shieru. Especially on their one year journey, a LOT can happen at that time, but I only have the template for what occurs.

Either way! Thank you so much for asking me about them!! Once again you made my day by asking that <333 I apologise if it was so long, but if you made it to this point, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk!

[total-drama-brainrot]

out of the three (four? if you wanna include ridonculous race) noah appeared in, which one do you think noah could have won if he cared about the competition

hot take; none of them.

he did care about the competition (at least somewhat) in the first season and it was objectively his worst. in island, he was too blinded by his own hubris to consider the fact that he was, for all intents and purposes, isolating himself in a socially driven competition. he was standoffish and rude, which would've been fine if he hadn't outright directed negative attention to himself with his comments AND refusal to participate in the dodgeball challenge, and he offered little in terms of both teamwork and team utility anyway. so being voted out early was a given, and a much needed wake-up call for him.

he didn't compete in season 2, but if he did i doubt he'd make it to the finale. i'd like to say he'd make it pretty far into action- both because action has a lot more technology and media references, which noah could play to his advantage as both an established nerd and a canonical hacker (though these aspects of him are mostly delegated to his biographies/interviews outsode of the show itself), and because we know he does learn from his mistakes in season 1 so he'd try to be a better teammate (like he does in season 3). but i truly and honestly don't think he'd stand a chance against powerhouses like courtney and duncan, or have even a smidge of beth and owen's in-competiton social game/likability, so he'd eventually be voted out.

and in season 3, as much as i disagree with the amazons winning the challenge, getting rid of noah there and then was the right play from a narrative standpoint. because, at the end of the day, he's a filler character. he doesn't have any engaging plotlines of his own to warrant keeping him around, and his only real use from a writing standpoint is to make snide comments and witty one-liners; when the remaining cast all have at least one subplot going for them, and you need to 'thin the herd', you get rid of the deadweight characters first.

by world tour, i believe he's only competing for the sake of it, and he doesn't really care about winning or losing; if anything i'd say he only went along with the celebrity manhunt bus chase because he was supposed to stay with chris/the total drama crew, and since he was fired from being chris' assistant he didn't have anything better to do (he's always been a passive character, so going along with the crowd for curiosities sake is very much something he would do).

but if he did care?

i think he'd make it to early merge. a noah who cares about the competition would try to take down alejandro for the sake of his own survivability (after all, how long is it going to be until team victory is gone and alejandro turns on his own teammates as his next targets?) thus making himself plot relevant enough to keep around- maybe even allying himself with heather to do so. but alejandro, whilst not as smart as noah, is far more savvy and capable than him, and their 'rivalry' would end in noah being voted out.

or maybe he'd embrace his villain-coding (watch island again and tell me he isn't villain-coded. he does a "mwu-ha-ha" laugh and says "excellent." he's so campy bond antagonist coded in island) and ally himself with alejandro to garuntee his survivability, helping him weed out the competition as a right-hand man. eventually, alejandro would discard noah- either because noah would refuse to help him eliminate owen, or because they'd make their way far enough into the competition that noah becomes less of an ally and more of a threat and have him eliminated accordingly. because noah might be the villain, but alejandro's the archvillain.

that, and i think the finalists of each season are already the best picks from their rosters. i wouldn't change any of them to give one sarcastic twink the chance of winning.

(i haven't seen ridonculous race but i'm fairly certain caring about the competition is part of his character arc in it? he comes in guns blasing and then gets sidetracked by being smitten with emma, at least that's my understanding of it. so nothing would change there.)

[disproportionatelysculpting]

कंठ से कुख़्य कथाएं कैसे कथन होंगी? उसके बारे में कुछ बोलने को मैं समर्थ नहीं सब मनगंढ़ंत कहानिया लगती अब सच बताने से जी कतराता है और जब कुछ कहने जाओ तो मन दाग्मता है आवाज तो टूट ही जाती है अश्रुओ का बाँध में भी अप्लाव आन पड़ते है ओझल सी हुई दुनिया मैं द्वेष के तले दबे इस कंठ से कुख़्य कथाये कैसे कह पाएंगे ?

prompt from nikamma ji @murakh

[racingliners]

So, in my many emotions at seeing these beautiful pieces by @aphrostiel, I ended up writing a ficlet about it (because how could I not indulge myself in writing the Seb and Schumi podium we deserved).

I may polish it up further and put it on ao3 for prosperity but I really wanted to just get it out there, I hope you like it!!

(Thank you so much to Jules for both their blessing to post this for for sharing such incredibly beautiful art!!)

Golden

The sun cast warm, golden rays in the widening breaks though the pale clouds as they walked out onto the podium together. Seb, being the young gentleman in training, suggested that Michael have his day and walk out alone. Michael, almost too overwhelmed to speak, insisted they walk out together.

They would both argue that Hockenheim looked beautiful no matter the weather, but today after a race that went from dry to pouring rain to dry again, it felt like no sight would ever come close to how the track looked right then in that moment.

Ross Brawn stood proudly on the constructors step of the podium, and was barely containing his tears as the German anthem was introduced over the tannoy. Seb couldn’t help it as he looked up at Michael, his mentor, his friend, and today probably the most fierce driver he had ever raced against, and watched as tears streaked down his face after the first few notes.

The Mercedes mechanics and engineers gathered below let out al almighty roar as Michael raised both fists triumphantly in the air at the end. There was something awfully poetic about him netting his ninety second win at Germany in a Mercedes, and the worlds press were already hard at work at their keyboards and notepads trying to figure out just how they could talk about the Red Baron’s triumphant return when no suitable adjectives really seemed to exist.

Right as the trophies were about to be presented, Michael clapped a heavy hand on Sebastian’s shoulder and beamed at him with a proud smile before fixing his winner’s cap back onto his head.

The crowd were beside themselves even before Michael was presented with the winner’s trophy – a 3D Santander logo that was painted with the colours of the German flag on in the inside but chrome silver on the outside. A fitting prize for a silver arrow. The sun glinted off the surface as the crowd and Mercedes team roared so loud it was a wonder they weren’t heard cheering for miles.

Sebastian, who still couldn’t quite believe that his childhood dream of sharing a podium with Michael had finally come true, accepted his second place trophy with a wide schoolboy grin. All he could think about was that day in Kerpen when he’d met Michael for the first time with wide eyes and a stunned smile. Seb was pretty sure that he was wearing the exact same expression on his face, and for once he didn’t care.

With the trophies presented, the dignitaries were quickly escorted off the podium and Seb let out a shaky sigh as he leaned down to grab the neck of his champagne bottle.

“Shall we get Ross first?” He asked with a cheeky smile. Michael looked at him with a familiar glint in his eye as he picked up his bottle with ease, and really he certainly was a professional in the art of spraying champagne as he popped the cork, jumped down from the top step, and ran over to Ross before the long-suffering Team principle had a chance to run away. The two men laughed as Ross was soaked through, and only when Michael was happy did he go over to the very edge of the podium platform in the hope some of the droplets of spray would reach his beloved colleagues.

Sebastian grinned as he sprayed champagne over Michael’s right side. Fernando, who had finished in third place eventually joined in and deposited the bulk of his bottle’s contents over Michael’s head.

When they piled onto the top step of the podium Seb gestured for Ross to stand between himself and Michael for the official photograph. Before he had a chance to respond Michael hooked an arm round his shoulder and pulled him in so they were stood side by side, brothers in arms complete with matching grins even if Ross still looked quite astounded with the events of the past two hours. Seb was still smiling brightly as the picture was taken, and when he took off his Pirelli cap to swap it for his Red Bull one, Michael reached over to ruffle his hair with a hearty laugh.

The crowd hadn’t relented in their cheers once, and they only hushed when Michael spoke during the podium interview. He tearfully thanked the crowd in German for all their support throughout the years – and especially since his comeback two years ago, before expressing gratitude just as heartfelt to his race engineer Bono for getting him to the end, and Mercedes head of strategy James for his cool-headed decisions that led him back to the top step of the podium once more.

He then turned to Sebastian, and looked at him with a proud smile.

“You know, I remember meeting a young kid in Kerpen many years ago, I never in my life thought I would get to race against him let alone for a race win. But we had a good fight, I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed racing against someone. I hope that we can do it again sometime.” There was a warm ferocity to Michael’s smile, not in the malicious sense but the kind of a true competitor. One that would never, ever give up without leaving anything on the table.

Seb said as such when the interviewer turned to him, adding that he knew going against Michael he would have to give everything, and while he was disappointed to lose the race he would always be honoured to say that he got to battle it out on track against his hero.

“Don’t worry Seb,” Michael said with a warm pat on the shoulder when they walked off the podium and back into the cool down room, arm in arm. “You’ll get your turn next year.”

Sure enough, almost exactly twelve months later, Sebastian took to the top step on the podium at the Nürburgring. Michael, now retired, apparently doubled up as a psychic. He sent Seb a text congratulating him on his first home race win, and in the week off between the races in Germany and Hungary he greeted Sebastian with a thumbs up and a bright grin when he and Hanna happily accepted an invitation to dinner at the Schumacher home.

Sat proudly in the living room, wrapped in thin white frames, hung two pictures from that day in Hockenheim. The first was of Michael with his trophy, the second of himself and Sebastian spraying champagne wearing the brightest of smiles. Mick couldn’t help himself when he asked his father and his friend just what it was like to race each other in such difficult conditions, and both Sebastian and Michael reeled off in great technical detail exactly how everything unfolded.

Seb couldn’t help himself as he glanced at the pictures as he left, the sun now set and the sky filled with twinkling silver stars, and he felt nothing but pride as he knew he would carry that day in his heart for the rest of his life.

[the-derpy-duck]

My long ass post about Earthspark Starscream and Megatron.

I’ve already done a whole thing about Starscream but I have more thoughts, specifically about Megatron. Because he’s a character I have a lot of issues liking, I’ve only found myself liking a handful of Megatrons and ES is one of them.

*A very brief history of my issues with Megatron*

My main issue with Megatron comes down to me finding him less enjoyable/entertaining than the others around him. Like I like when he fights Optimus in TFP, but I liked the other decepticons a lot more. I really liked TFA Megatron’s face but uh—I’d rather watch an episode of Blitzwing and Lugnut fucking around. Armada Megatron is fine but I liked the other decepticons more. The Netflix series one was fine but I wanted more Skywarp because Skywarp is a funny little dude and I like the purple one.

I have no idea how I feel about G1 Megatron. When I think of him I think of him saying “my dear Skywarp”.

I don’t actively dislike this character but the other ones are just more interesting to me or I just like them more because of other conditions. I liked parts of IDW1 Megatron and I really like Beast Wars Megatron but idk if that counts or not.

*thoughts of ES!Megatron, Starscream, and Hashtag*

Earthspark Megatron interests me. I like him and I like his voice. I like watching him argue, disagree, and banter with Optimus. I like his relationship with Twitch and how protective he is of the terrains. I like how he saw prime being attacked and brutally attacked his former seeker to help Optimus. I like his friendship with Dot. I liked that he was willing to try and help Bumblebee and I liked that his advice was shit. He’s still growing and learning and I like him! I also like his general relationship with Starscream so far.

There are issues, yes, but the way it’s set up is (in my opinion) good so far. It’s foreshadowed that there paths will cross again, and with the way Starscream is makes me believe that they are going to be apart of each others arcs and general life.

There relationship is (in its current state) antagonist. Megatron is willing to use violence to recapture Starscream and Starscream does want to hurt Megatron and is fine with fighting him. He probably isn’t going to actively seek out Megatron but if the situation arose I don’t see him backing down (ex. Season 1 final). I also don’t see Hashtag as the type of person who would actively avoid Starscream, especially sense he’s the closest person that experienced what she went through (before the final episode) and I think the only person she talked about it too (I could be wrong here). She also doesn’t have the same idealistic view of Megatron that the others (mainly Twitch) seem to hold. Hashtag also seems to just…like Seekers? In one episode she was like ‘me and Skywarp are besties’ as a lie and the images that accompanied the scene show her and Skywarp hanging out in bad guy school and Hashtag is blushing in one of the images.

I think that Hashtag might seek out Starscream in the future, and that could cause a conflict.

*Megatron and SS’s (I hate the way that looks) relationship*

It’s very clear that there relationship was abusive. Episode 21 spells it out very clearly and Starscream appears to hallucinate (Megatron regains his Decepticon insignia). He’s been badly affected by Megatron and the show addresses this. Starscream doesn’t assume anyone of the terrains (or anyone else) would believe him about Megatron. He’s surprised when Hashtag believes him and is kind to him.

But also he’s a shitty person, the show doesn’t say that this justified Megatron’s abuse towards him. However I’m trying to not be a broken record here. Hashtag calls out Starscream for being a dick to his teammates and tells him that he can’t just leave them and her family behind. Her believing Starscream made him want to protect her and want to help her because she believes and is nice to him. Violence begets violence as altruism begets altruism. Generally, people don’t like to be mean to nice people because empathy or something.

But Starscream isn’t fully afraid of Megatron. He’s very willing to fight him and can stand up to him. The reason he doesn’t in the cave is because Megatron ambushed him and he didn’t have a lot of time to respond before Hashtag stoped Megatron. In the final episode, he is willing and takes active enjoyment in fighting with Megatron.

They don’t like each other. This is a long way of saying they really don’t like each other.

*More Megatron*

So Megatron, up to this point, has been characterized as gruff and defiant towards G.H.O.S.T but willing to listen to OP and compromise even if he disagrees. He doesn’t want for the Decepticons to be locked up but he doesn’t have that many options as outright defying G.H.O.S.T can’t help him or the Decepticons in the long run.

He is clearly frustrated with OP and his willingness to go along with G.H.O.S.T. He’s very pleased when Optimus goes against G.H.O.S.T, even if it’s not direct. He values Optimus, which is one of the reasons why he doesn’t just turn on G.H.O.S.T. He’s also just not a dumbass.

It’s established in the narrative that Megatron still is growing and learning to be better. It’s not the start of his redemption story (by that I mean he’s already made a change to himself and has gone to work with the good guys tm) so it’s a bit less obvious than IDW1/MTMTE.

The thing he seems to struggle with the most is using violence as a way to get what he wants/using it as a means to an end. He does restrain himself, but there are moments where he does use violence as a means to control others. It’s mainly when he attacked SS in the cave. Now I don’t think him attacking SS is wrong, especially when it’s in a vacuum, but with the added context of the past relation he had with SS and a few other moments in the show it suggests (to me) that this is a thing that he struggles with.

Megatron obviously disapproves of the treatment of the other Decepticons, but G.H.O.S.T is very clearly willing to just throw him in the Cybertrionian prison, and If I’m remembering correctly G.H.O.S.T and OP were actively trying to conceal this from Megatron because he would obviously disapprove of this treatment.

*MORE Starscream and Megatron relationship speculation*

I think in season 2 they are gonna cross paths again. Maybe they will often, maybe not, but I think they will have there arcs intersect a bit. I have no idea how they are gonna do either story without the other. I have my own thoughts on where I personally want there relationship to go that honestly isn’t relevant or very important to this.

The general vibe I got from the interactions between SS and Megatron was that they dislike and/or hate each other but not enough to potentially harm a select few around them. Megatron doesn’t try to attack SS after Hashtag intervenes and SS doesn’t attack him until the next episode.

Starscream is an obvious source of anxiety for Megatron, because he’s Starscream, and this is shared by SS but for different reasons. Megatron seems to want to leave SS alone but I don’t think that they will actually be apart, maybe not because Megatron is actively seeking him out but because they were forced into situations because of outstanding circumstances.

After episode 21 I think Megatron was more upset with the fact Ghost is being weird about not letting Megatron search for SS and also the way they treat Decpticons. Megatron is in a constant lose-lose situation, he can’t go against G.H.Ö.S.T because then they’ll just imprison him or hunt him down, but if he lets G.H.Ö.S.T continue what there doing than the Decpticons will actively be going after him, less because he left the Decpticons and more because (in there minds) he has been helping G.H.O.S.T imprison them, and this also goes against his morals. He’s not stupid so he isn’t just going to straight up go against G.H.O.S.T but he’s also not being particularly helpful.

The other Seekers also suffer under this general setting. Novastrom doesn’t really want to go after the autobots, mainly because it’s much more dangerous and they get nothing out of it. When she brings this up to Skywarp, the latter responds with “we either hunt autobots for mandroid or the autobots hunt us for G.H.O.S.T.” So they don’t really WANT to be doing this.

Everyone is unhappy and everyone is suffering, some are just in more active danger.

*a poor attempt to wrap things up*

Shit will go down in season 2 I think.

They aren’t about to try and kill each other, but I think they share this mutual dislike that can’t go unaddressed by the narrative, especially with the current trajectory of there respective arcs. G.H.O.S.T have been actively making everyone’s lives worse, and Megatron is in a constant catch 22 situation. I’m not good at concluding things sorry.

[canonically-a-genloser]

if you need, come build your home in me (and you know i won't complain)

a/n: randy and ranboo bonding because i am entirely insane. tws in tags as well because i am doubly insane. also everyone say thank you sneeg mutual because i literally was about to sit on it for like another day at LEAST

Ranboo felt Randy's gaze on their back again as they slightly shuffled in their spot on the single threadbare mattress. It was impossible to be silent on the old thing, though Ranboo had never wished more for it to be.

Ranboo had become increasingly aware of the fact that Randy didn't like them. Especially not when they were around Sneeg and Charlie. As the days wore on, Ranboo noticed more and more how Charlie would suddenly be asked to wash dishes or make coffee when he had been offering to take Ranboo outside. How Randy would sit between Ranboo and Sneeg to the point where reaching out in hopes of finding Sneeg beside them had become an exercise in futility. How it was just subtle enough for Charlie and Sneeg not to notice.

Not so with Ranboo.

It hadn't taken the youngest of the little ragtag group long to consider leaving. Or dying. Either would get them out of Randy's hair, as much as they hated that.

Ranboo didn't want to go. Now that they had a choice, they wanted to live. They wanted to spell out flower names for Charlie when the older described a new one he'd found and asked them what it was. They wanted quiet days where them and Sneeg would sit on the couch and listen to the rain and hold onto each other and just be.

Ranboo also knew they would never tell the others any of that. They knew Sneeg and Charlie already had every right to hate them.

And now that Randy was here, he had that same right. Ranboo didn't blame him, anyway.

That didn't change the fact that hearing Randy catch up with the other two and knowing he likely wouldn't give Ranboo a second thought unless they got too close still hurt like hell.

The first time trying to bandage themselves had been the worst. They'd made a mess of the already severely neglected bathroom in the RV, and they could only imagine the bloody puddles that were left after they tried to wash their face. It had reopened several of the wounds the box had left, and that was the one time they were glad to be blind.

Charlie had woken up before either Randy or Sneeg. That was the first time Ranboo had talked to either of the brothers in days.

He had comforted them after helping them clean up the mess they'd made of both the bathroom and themselves. Once again they woke up alone.

Ranboo had been left to wonder if they'd made that up out of loneliness.

That was another memory stored away that they would never bring up. Not to confirm or deny its reality, not to Charlie or anyone else.

And it made them tired.

Another day went by of much the same routine. Sit alone, stay away from Randy's children because Ranboo could only ever hurt them and everyone knew that.

It was eighteen hours later, after the RV had finally become silent (as close to it as Ranboo could tell), when they stumbled down the stairs and started walking in the grass alongside the highway. They didn't stop.

Over and over again it felt like, they tripped on stones and skinned their knees like a little kid or rolled their ankles in pits. Their legs got tired and their lungs hurt from the ragged sobs that tore at them. They could feel drops falling down their face, whether it were tears or rain or blood there was no telling.

Ranboo didn't know how long they walked. They'd lost track of how many cars had passed them and how many times they'd sat down to stop themselves from walking into the road until they calmed down enough to keep going.

Not that it mattered, their mind reminded them. Maybe if they were lucky they'd get sick and die and Randy wouldn't have to live with the person who murdered his kids. Maybe Sneeg and Charlie would feel safer if they knew Ranboo was gone or dead. Maybe this was the best option for everyone. Maybe they should've done this a long time ago-

"Ranboo!" a voice called, breaking through the voices in Ranboo's head the way the sun would break through rain clouds.

Except Ranboo didn't deserve to see these rain clouds break. Not this time.

So they stayed where they were, sobbing and crumpled close to the ground, praying that Randy would give up and just let them die.

But of course, like everything Ranboo had done in Showfall and after, they still screwed it up. They couldn't even run away without ruining it, they mused bitterly before they heard soft footsteps.

"Hey. C'mon," Randy's voice said, now almost above them. "Here, c'mon, easy. We gotta get home, you're soaked."

There still wasn't the same warmth in Randy's voice that Sneeg and Charlie got. For good reason, Ranboo reminded themselves.

"I- I'm sorry," Ranboo managed out, still turned towards the ground. Talking made their face burn, they felt more warm liquid running into the cold rain that streamed down their face, but they didn't care.

"I'm so, so sorry about Sneeg and Charlie, I didn't stop them from- I should've-" they stuttered, fists clenching in pain. They wanted to throw up. They wanted a lot of things, actually.

Letting Randy watch them break down like this had not been one of them.

A gentle hand slowly wrapping around their shoulders made them shiver initially at the warmth. They made an attempt to take a deep breath in, somewhat comforted by someone finally touching them after days of nothing.

"It wasn't your fault, Ranboo," Randy said around the lump in his throat, just loud enough for Ranboo to hear.

Ranboo already wanted to cry again, too. That was the first time Randy had said their name since he met them.

Randy sighed before continuing. "I know- I know I treated you like it was. It wasn't fair of me. I know how Showfall is."

They just slumped into Randy's side and cushioned their head with their hand so they wouldn't get blood on him. " 'm sorry," they murmured again anyway. It sent another pang through Randy's heart before he even had time to process it.

"Don't be. It's not your fault. I'm the one who should be apologizing."

Ranboo pulled away when Randy started running his fingers through their hair. Randy in turn let go of them, looking down to try to see what had happened.

"I think my face- just- still bleeding," they said softly. "Didn't want it to- y'know."

To their surprise, Randy let out a sympathetic laugh. "Yeah, no joke, kiddo. I don't mind, though."

With that added reassurance, Ranboo rested back against Randy. They still tried to keep their shirt sleeve between their own face and Randy's shirt, but eventually gave up out of exhaustion.

After another moment, Randy carefully scooped the teen into his arms. "C'mon, let's get you home," he said to the still occasionally hiccuping teen.

It didn't take long for Randy to do exactly that.

Charlie and Sneeg were both still awake when he arrived back at the RV with the boy in his arms. It didn't take them long to figure out most of what must have happened.

And if Ranboo ended up sleeping in the next morning when they felt Charlie and Sneeg on either side of them, that could stay between them and anyone who may have seen them open their eyes that few seconds.

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

ooo can I hear about the bap crew?

OF COURSE <333 i loveeee talking about the bap crew thank youuuu

okay so first off general warnings for the podcasts and all my posts about it for the most part <3 there are mentions of cults, death/murder, religion (and the like) and i think thats it mostly? (as a general) but sometimes it can be a lot, take care of yourself yall <33 and the rest is under the cut there is a lot <3

with that out of the way i guess if you didn't know already lol !! they are my podcast ocs !!! i'm in the works of creating a horror <3 podcast that takes place in an amusement park with 5 main characters and a god <3

so this post here explains a lot about the main characters personalities and stuff and the tags #brickwoods and #bap on my tumblr have some other posts related to the crew <3 recently i've been doing some extra stuff for fleshing out their families who will eventually be showing up in podcast and i can do a quick over view of them here tho <3

oh and not necessarily crew related but the length of podcast <333 imma ramble about that for a sec <3 so season 1 is going to be all amusement park stuff and the last episode of that season will be a major plot point/death (sorta setting the darker/more dramatic scene for s2) s2 is also amusement park shenanigans however now that the stakes have been raised the rest of the cast is pretty scared now yk. but they have still their motivations for wanting to get out and so <3

s3 is going to be after our final girl rebecca escapes the park and tries to a) sorta solve why that happened in the first place (why them. who is the god etc etc) and b) try to give closure to the others families so yeah. plus some other plots things yk <3

and then s4 will most likely be rebecca trying to stop/take down the cult because she doesn't want something like this to happen again and the ending is in workshop <33 (aka i can't decide between like. a couple possible endings i have planned but main plot won't change despite which one i eventually choose :))

okay so back to the crew lol <33 since that other post explains a lot of basic stuff about them feel free to ask specific questions about them now that you have info about them <3 but for now family time !!!

(specific warnings for this area some bad parents mentioned)

so david <3 ae is an only child with 2 moms, they are very sweet and amazing and extremely Extremely heartbroken when david never comes home after the park and stuff. they definitely had like plans for college visits and they had a car ready for when david was going to get aer license. the two of them are going to be pretty sad to write for in s3 i think but also i love them as characters (i was posting about them like last week lol they are very cute and fun when they arent sad </3)

hmm sophia's family <3 so her dad was born into the cult when it was a bit less strict (he was 'home-schooled' by the cult but also was allowed out bc his family is a main influential family) and her mom married in. they aren't the nicest parents by a long shot, and they only respect sophia because she became the leader. sophia does have a sibling however she doesn't know about them bc their parents kept them separate in order not to 'taint' sophia's godly touch

rebecca's family doesn't have too much going on, it is also an only child and her parents have been active in her life, not as great/caring as davids parents yet not uncaring either. rebecca really just lived with them her whole life and doesn't totally feel like it connected with its parents in any important way tbh

sunni ! so sunni grew up with only his mom and his sister and after the incident with carter (wait did i tell yall that was her name yet. thats the mutual best friends name in case i Didnt say that already <3) sunni's sister Mary ended up moving out with a friend and not keeping in touch with sunni or their mom again. she also changed her last name as soon as she legally could. but yeah so sunni doesn't have a very close relationship with his mom either and he has no relationship with his sister anymore which upests him a lot but he also keeps this close to him

and blair <3 so blair has 2 brothers (twins age 10 (i think)) named ben and bruno (named by My twin siblings so) and their parents are pretty bad. blair is very protective of their younger brothers and has been trying for a while to save up enough to move all of them out but hasn't quite yet. they fight really hard in the park to try and get out because they do not want to leave their brothers with out someone else to help and be there with them.

and i think thats it for a basic run over of all their families and the characters in general a bit <3 :)) feel free to ask any questions based on this post, the last post or like. literally anything <33 they are my passion project and i love BAP sooo very much <3

[thecruxarm-personal-blog]

Hi! Do you have any tips on worldbuilding? Where do you start?

Thanks!

Hello! Thanks for asking me this haha, this is a little vague but ill do my best to answer anyway!

Worldbuilding can be pretty intimidating to start doing at first, but its by no means a fine science. My first suggestion would be to think ahout what sort of worls you want in the first place; do you want a high fantasy magical world? A hard-science sci fi setting? A steampunk post apocalyptic future with zombies? A slice of life urban setting with monster people? Go for whatever you want!! Theres no limits for what theme you can go with, mish mash any asthetivs or settings you want! Just keep in mind this will be indicative of everything else to do with your world

From there on, my best advice would be to have fun. You can have an overarching narrative in your world, though this isnt strictly necessary either. You can just have a world for the sake of having a world. Its important, though, to consider how this world will *work*, be it by developing a magic system or by following real world physics, or something in between that, do whatever you want really! Alternatively, you can also have a wacky world with no dead set rules either if thats what youre going for! Just keep in mind the way your world works will affect everything else about it, like the people who live in this world, the places they live in, the cultures/societies/technology they create or the life that will live in this world etc

So to summarize, my best advice is to think of a theme, a setting, and make up rules for what can and cant happen (if you want!) And last but not least, to just have fun :)

Also, if theres any other more specific questions you had that this didnt help with, id recommend checking out artifexian and biblaridion and curious archive on youtube; the first two have various videos on worldbuilding, such as speculative biology, geography, conlang and more, whereas curious archive reviews worldbuilding settings and projects by other people and anaylses these worlds, he reviews a ton of neat stuff also worth checking out!! Honestly lots of the projects reviewed in his videos serve as big inspiration in my projects, so its worth checking him out along with biblaridion and artifexian if you havent already! Hope this all helped! Sorry for the textwall dickfksodixudisis

[greatprotector-if]

High School AU Galen Drabble

Word Count: 1197

mc: hey i got detention so you can walk home without me today lol

galen: What? Why?

mc: something dumb

mc: see you tomorrow!!

“Good to see you,” the teacher greets you dryly from their desk.

“Hi.” You slink over to your spot, resisting the urge to sigh. Or cry. Or scream. Or all of the above.

Other than the teacher at the front of the room, you’re the only one here. Great! You’re the only one foolish enough to get caught and sent to detention. Awesome!

You sigh through your nose, and fish your homework out of your bag. You have nothing else to do.

And then the door opens, and they’re impossible to miss because they’re over six foot—Galen walks through the door. Their gaze barely passes over the teacher before they’re marching right over to the desk next to you and squeezing themself in a chair.

“Wha—” You lean over and hiss, “Galen?”

They clear their throat, drumming their fingers along the top of their thigh. They’re facing the front, but they give you a curt nod in acknowledgement. “I got detention,” they whisper.

What.

“No you did not.”

They let out a short huff. “No I did not.”

“Then you’re not supposed to be here? What are you—” You glance up at the teacher, who’s staring at Galen with a perplexed look on their face.

“You’re not in any of my classes,” the teacher states.

“I’m not,” Galen agrees, face as stoic as ever.

The teacher hardly mulls this over before they simply shrug and return to their paperwork. “Alright. Just don’t be disruptive or I’ll kick you out.”

“Okay.”

And then that’s the end of that.

The room dips into relative silence as you grab the rest of your supplies from your back and dump what you need on your desk. All Galen takes out is a new pencil and single math worksheet that looks like it’s already been completed. Not that you mind the company—but why the hell are they here?

As if they can sense that you’re thinking about them, Galen quietly side eyes you for a few moments before asking, “You, uh. You okay?”

You blink. “Huh? I’m fine. You didn’t come all this way just to check on me, did you?”

They cross their thick arms over their chest, prodding a bump in their cheek with their tongue. You can’t tell if it’s just the poor lighting or if their cheeks are getting darker. Finally, they mutter, “You weren’t answering my texts.”

A smile crawls onto your face. That is adorable. “Sorry. I had to put it away or the teacher would have taken it.”

“I even used an emoji to try to get your attention.”

You perk up at that. “As in… not the thumbs up or OK emoji?” you ask.

“The sad face, with the really deep frown.”

“No way,” you gasp. You’re not going to lie, you’re kind of flattered that they would do that for you. You love Galen and all, but they’re such a dry texter they could start a wildfire with a single spark of heat. You press your hand to your chest. “You would do that for me?”

They clear their throat and pointedly look away from you. Yeah, they’re definitely blushing.

“Send me the laughing crying emoji next,” you say, taking pity on them.

They roll their eyes. Their lower lashes are so dark. “Over my dead body.”

You hear some shuffling from the corner and you look over to see the teacher leave their desk and slip out the door, closing it behind them.

You could totally just leave right now, you think. But you don’t, you keep your ass rooted to your chair.

“So…” Galen drawls, now that they have the opportunity. “What did you even do?”

You squint at them. “I don’t want a lecture,” you warn.

They raise a brow. “I’m not going to yell at you for getting detention. I’m your friend, not your parent.”

“Sometimes you act like my parent.”

They just shrug. You don’t know how you’re supposed to interpret that reaction.

“Saw my teacher while I was skipping class, then I wiped out while I was trying to make my getaway. Teacher caught up to me and said if I didn’t come to detention they’d give me a zero,” you explain mournfully, showing them the scratches on your palm. “Now my hand’s all messed up.”

They stare at you with what could only be described as disbelief in their eyes. “You tripped?” And then they begin to do a very poor job of stifling their laughter into the back of their hand. “You got caught—because you tripped?”

“Don’t laugh at me!” you complain. “It hurts!”

They bury their entire face into their hands to contain themself, broad shoulders trembling with the effort.

“Okay,” they croak out after many moments. “Okay. I’m sorry.” They drop their hands from their face, lips pressed firmly together, and hold one out to you instead. “Give me your hand.”

You don’t even think about it—just automatically place your hand on theirs, and they flip your hand face up. Their skin is very warm.

Galen gives you a slightly puzzled look. “... No, the other one.”

Oh. Oops. You give them your other hand, still feeling a little raw from the pavement.

You can’t help but feel your cheeks start to warm at the proximity. They peer down at the injury, probably assessing the damage.

… And they’re clearly fighting off a smile.

“Oh my god,” you say, battling a grin of your own, “You’re such a dick. Everyone trips at some point in their life, Galen.”

They tilt their head to face the heavens, and take a deep, shuddering breath.

You can’t believe them. All this because of that stupid crack in the ground?

“Are you good now?” you say wryly.

It takes a second, but they bob their head in a nod, clearing their expression of any lingering amusement. They stick their hand in one of the side pockets of their backpack. “Does it hurt?” they ask.

“Almost cried,” you answer solemnly.

The corner of their mouth twitches, and then they’re fishing out the cutest bandaid you’ve ever seen.

“... Is that Squirtle?” you ask.

They ignore you in favour of smoothing the blue bandaid out over the curve of your hand, but it is definitely Squirtle. You wonder if they’ll give you some of those.

They’re about to pull away when you tease, “Hold on. Aren’t you going to give it a kiss?”

Their eyes dart up to meet yours, grip on your hand going slack. “You—do you want me to?”

Your heart catches in your throat. You didn’t expect them to take it seriously, oh god, what are you even supposed to say—

“I was just—I mean, I didn’t… you can, if you want to—”

The sound of the doorknob turning has the both of you jumping out of your skin.

They drop your hand like a pile of burning coals and you both jerk forward to face the front of the room.

The teacher does not spare either of you a single glance as they sit back down at their desk, and your heartrate does not completely calm down until long after detention is over.

[nobodysdaydreams]

Update: Well friends, it's that time again. I have finished another chapter.

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Chapter 9 Summary: Mr. Benedict and his team search for the right children for their mission while Dr. Curtain searches for the right children for his own project. Meanwhile, Garrison and Milligan struggle with their memories and their relationships.

Once again tagging everyone who originally expressed interest in the fic: @myfairkatiecat @oflightningandstars @mvshortcut @kneeslapworthy @serial-serializednovelreader

And @sophieswundergarten and @itsgoghtime, this is the new writing style I was talking about. A bit nervous about whether you'll enjoy the change, the build up might take a while to get to the payoff since I don't totally control the story anymore, but I hope you enjoy it (and I think you'll like where I end up going with it...)!

[the-four-of-them-au]

[princesskkfish]

A rant~

(be prepared for nonsense all over the place so sry)

Being a artist is really hard sometimes! (It’s hard just being a human too but I’d have a essay if I got into that, so staying to the artist side of things) anyways, it’s hard! Like yeah it’s a lot of peoples outlet and making art is super fun. And I’m not usually one to complain (for a number of reasons but whatever) but I want everyone to know their not alone and it really is hard sometimes

Being a artist has its ups and downs: art block, lack of motivation, lack of ideas, or being really inspired, or having tons of ideas and just goofing around. But the downside er hard part at least for me and others I know is the comparing and feeling of not good enough. Either not good enough in your art, feeling it not perfect enough, having to high of expectations and feeling terrible when it didn’t turn out the way you wanted. We all know this feeling in one way or another and I’ll be straight up it sucks, it really does

and this ruins it for some people and I hate that, the fact you can create something is amazing! No matter how good or bad you think you are. Everyone has the right to be creative and make the things they feel inspired to do! And no matter how far along you are in your art journey comparing can potentially crush that

and don’t get me wrong comparing isn’t inherently bad. Like you can compare your art to learn from it or see how someone else does this certain thing and how you can improve your art. What I’m trying to say is, don’t belittle yourself or your art because your going great and you are unique and no one else can make that art like you can! And it’s not fair to yourself to compare your artwork to another persons. That person might have years of practice or draws hours a day to improve.

And going right along with that last bit EVERYONE is always improving and at one point or another the person your comparing yourself too felt the same way you do. So be nice to yourself! Your doing great! And you shouldn’t make art just so you can “beat” or be “better” then this other person. Make art because you want too and because it makes you happy >:0

And that’s the end of my rant I would go on but my brain is fried and I still have homework to finish o7

[child-of-the-cosmos]

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 <- You’re here! - Part 5

(~2,000 words.)

You've always loved the morning air. Something about it was always so.. full of life. You'd been walking through the forest for about an hour now. Following a path engraved in your head. Damp branches cracked beneath your feet. The glow of the sun just barely peaking out from the trees above you. Small droplets would fall here and there from the leaves above. It seemed the rain really did a number on the forest. In a good way, of course.

The smell of oak and damp soil hung lightly in the air, hints of a sweeter aroma- wild flowers, wafted from a few patches nearby. It was something only the rain could bring. You had made your way through the hardest part of the hike, which honestly wasn't too hard since you picked the easiest path. It was a little narrow, being covered with leaves and small brush scattered around, but it was easy to see that the path was now beginning to clear and opening up into a new zone. Your favorite area.

You've seen tons of things coming through this particular path. Small squirrels, a baby fox and their mom, a raccoon, a large centipede, and now... A large deer? No, that wasn't quite right.

There was something there, for sure. You could tell that much from here. But the real question is, what exactly was it? A human? That'd be impossible. No one really came this far out... at least, no one that you've seen. As you got closer you were able to make out a figure, then a color. Okay, definitely not human. Either that, or they were wearing a LOT of yellow right now.

Was there something in your food this morning? There'd have to been, for you to see something like this. But.. you've been completely fine up until now. You were close enough to hear a faint voice. It was so quiet... you could barely hear it- but something was... off about the sound of it. It was then that it hit you that this thing wasn't breathing at all. You were close enough to see scratchy movements, and exposed wires by it's arm. A robot. Animatronic, to be exact.

"Woah," What was an animatronic doing out here, of all places? Civilization was far away from this point, you had made sure of that when you first moved into these woods. But to see something like this...

"What.. are you?" You already knew the answer, but this was amazing! You've never really seen an animatronic like this one. The ones before were pretty much void of any colors, and only gave out automated messages last time you checked... which admittedly had been a while. You're knowledge on robots were pretty limited- if you could call the little info you had on them knowledge that is. But from what you could tell... this one was different. You had heard they were getting pretty lifelike before you moved and left the city- but this, this was something new.

The figure- no, robot  was now looking at you. Maybe you scared it? Was that even possible?? You didn't know, and didn't have much time to think about it either. Because as soon as it saw you- it started moving. In the worst way possible. You watched in horror as it slowly maneuvered it's body to face you. Well, it's upper body. It's lower half stayed still, facing the same direction you first saw it in. You stepped back. Cool or not, you did not sign up for any of those horror movies you had watched on tv.

You glanced at it's arm again. It was holding it, almost as if a child would cradle their wound; Close to their chest, somewhat scared for you see it.

It just sat there and watched you. You couldn't get a read on what it wanted.

You tiled your head. Was it hurt, then? If so, does that mean people started building robots with pain receptors?? but... why?  Why would someone want something like that- and could that even be possible in the first place?? You'd have to think about that later. Whoever built this thing definitely had a lot of money though.

You were beginning to feel uncomfortable with the overwhelming silence. It was still staring at you. Menacingly. It hadn't moved an inch since it first contorted it's body. Just what was this thi- Crackling. Then soft humming. It was very quiet, almost like a whisper... then, "S-ssssorry" It spoke.

Sorry?  You were taken aback. Out of all the things it could've said, it said sorry? But why?? You inched closer, just a bit... If it was willing to communicate then it couldn't be that dangerous, could it? So it technically wouldn't hurt to communicate back... right?

"Sorry for what?" You asked. It seemed pleased with your response, perking up just slightly before slouching back down. It looked like it was fighting to stay awake. The grip on it's arm loosening. What was wrong with it? Well you didn't really need an answer, because it started talking again. Their words were slurred together, but you could just make out what it trying to say. "Plea---se," It began to slump to the floor, earthy forest below surrounding it, "H-h-h-helllp us."

Then... nothing.

Did it just die??? You slightly began to panic. Wait- no, right... it's a robot. Pretty sure robots don't die.. hopefully. So, it's not dead? Then... You snapped your fingers and walked closer to it. Right, things like this needed a charge! It's probably out of battery. Does it need like a.. double A or something? That's always worked for your tv remote.

You knelt down, glancing over it's features exposed by the earth beneath it. Light golden rays lined it's head, and you could see a wide smile plastered across it's face. Okay, this thing definitely wasn't a remote, but.. it'd still have to charge and all that, right? So there were still some similarities... you could work with this. Robot or not, your weren't the type to just leave someone alone, especially if that someone personally asked you for help.  

You gently looped your arms around theirs, careful not to touch the one with the open wires. You huffed and lifted. This thing was quite heavy. Even though you were pretty confident in your strength right now, you doubted you'd be able to carry it all the way down.

So, you did the next best thing. You lifted and decided you'd carry it at least half way, run and get your wheel barrow- somehow put it in, and push it the rest of the way back to your house.

This, was much easier said than done. And you quickly found that out. Firstly, you didn't take in account how tiring it was to carry this thing- plus run back and get the wheel barrow, just to jog it back up to where you left it (luckily it was fine), Then somehow get it in the wheel barrow- (which was very hard but you managed), Just to finally wheel it back down the rest of the way.

Once you actually got back home, all you wanted to do was sleep. But sleep wasn't an option right now. You still had to get it inside. You sighed, lifting one last time to carry it up your porch stairs and inside your house. You sat it down near a wall and flopped on the floor. You stared at ceiling. Home... finally.

You could hear Slinky chitter curiously as she peered at you from her cage. She had witnessed you struggle to carry it inside and lay down on the floor. You lifted a hand and waved at her. "I'm fine Slinky, just tired." You said.

You could see her staring at the hump of metal leaning on your wall from your peripheral. "Had to help a friend." You clarified. Slinky had always been anxious around guests, especially humans. She had her reasons... you knew that. That's why it helped to introduce them as a friend when they first meet Slinky. And family if you're really close to you- like a relative. You could tell Slinky was still tense as she looked between you and the robot, sniffing and moving to and fro in her cage. She was still anxious about it. You sat up to fully face slinky. "Hey... it's okay." You started. "They're a friend, they won't hurt either of us... okay?" You leaned over and rubbed her fur through the cage. She relaxed a bit. You watched as she cast once last glance at the robot before fully settling down. You hummed. This was good. You didn't want to stress her out. Actually, it was the last thing you wanted.

Once Slinky was satisfied with your rubbing, you quietly sat up and walked over to the robot. Okay... now what? You knelt down in front of it, hoping to at least get an idea of what it needed. You hadn't noticed before, but something really messed it up. Did it get into a fight? Something big laid A deep gash across it's chest, and there were multiple other cuts lined on it's body. There were some on it's arms, a few by it's face (though those definitely weren't that deep, more like light scraps if anything), and one more lining it stomach. One you definitely recognized as teeth marks. Yeah, it definitely got into a fight... most likely with a predator.

From what you knew it was still functioning with all this going on... so maybe it was still okay. Something you could handle later after turning it on. It was then that you noticed a tiny little compartment on it's side. It was closer to it's back, so you had to gently bend it over to get a better view.

The hatch was barely visible- actually it was almost seamless, but you could tell there was a tiny screw holding something in place. You got up and ran to your backyard, ignoring how slinky glanced your way before falling back to sleep. You had a screwdriver that was the perfect fit for that. Well, more like a set you could attach to a screwdriver.

It was a gift you were given long ago by a relative who thought you'd like it. You didn't really have a place to put it back then, so you just moved it to the shed in the backyard. the shed was a small thing.. or maybe it just looked that way. There was so much clutter you couldn't really tell.

You didn't really have a lot space to move, but there it was! The screwdriver set! Right where you left it. Satisfied, you triumphantly walked back in the house and sat back down near the robot. You hooked up your screwdriver and started twisting. You really hoped this was what you thought it was... and not something that would just confuse you more.

With one last twist the screw was out. You sat it on a table nearby. You pulled the latch open with anticipation. In the compartment revealed a small cord and a usb plug thing. You knew what this was! Well, kinda. Your tv had something similar. Which meant one thing. You could plug it in! You squealed in what could only be described as joy as you quickly plugged it into a socket nearby.

...

Nothing. Well that's to be expected, you thought. You had only just plugged it in. You knew it'd take way more time for it to turn on than just a few seconds.

You sat up and stretched, a soft yawn bubbled up as you walked over to Slinky. There was still a lot of the day ahead of you two... plus the robot. So you three. But honestly, right now you could use a nice nap. It seemed like Slinky agreed with you, already fast asleep in her little ball she curled herself into. You tiptoed into your room and picked up a spare blanket you kept near your bed. You had others.. but this one was your favorite. It was your favorite color... plus you didn't feel like looking for the other's right now. You walked back into the living room and laid on the couch. Might as well make yourself comfortable. You wanted to keep an eye on the robot. Plus, you wanted to stay with Slinky... you didn't want to leave her there alone. You glanced at the robot one last time, eyelids heavy. As you fell asleep you missed the small blinking light flash across the robots eyes.

1%... 16 hours until fully charged.