#surprisingly wholesome

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

a young kid gets taken/kidnapped to space(maybe trafficers) and is found and raised by a cybertronian. They have no clue about earth but everything about cybertron and it's culture(and a lot of secrats and facts that neighter factions even know). They speak cybertronian, since they don't know any earth language(if/when she/he gets to speak with another cybertronian she/he is gonna get stuck in their subspace in a klik).

What if their carrier or sire is a highly wanted individual to both factions(they are an apsolute asshole, that annoyed or humiliated a lot of people in both factions) with an interesting past. Neighter side knows where they are or has ever caught them.

(maybe the kid and them somehow formed an official creator bond and now they age slower and register as a sparklings to cybertronian sensors)

Thoughts ?

I legitimately have a situation similar to this planned out for Once Upon A Time but with the Autobots specifically [lost light ripoff, ehehem] but as a Neohuman.

Honestly, I love this idea and can see a few applications for it, regular human or no (but I'm guessing cybernetic adjacent because of Sire/Carrier) a cybernized human scenario? An Isakei youngling? A Neutral whose the result of a starcrossed love affair between the fractions? What if their sire is the isakei character, is a psychopathic asshole because they don't see that universe as "real" and everything as existing for their amusement and still can predict plot/place/character information to a deadly degree because of their previous obsession?

oooo, I like that last one.

The raised Cybertronian aspect is so interesting tho, because you'll have that youngling rediscovering their heritage, for better or worse, alongside a parental figure whose right there for them. Agnst potential? Yes. But there's also a lot of fluff and comfort you can get from that. Affirmation of the found family, of those bonds, and that regardless of your origins, you are loved and you are not limited by it.

I'm tearing up at the thought of it.

[sexysilverstrider]

you know damn well where this mangas headed :)

[walmart-icarus]

I AM GOING TO HEAL. IF GOD DOESNT WANT ME TO, I WILL HEAL MYSELF BY MY OWN SHEER FUCKING WILL

[emi-writings]

Quackity probably shouldn't have followed mysterious music coming from the forest.

But he couldn't resist something so pretty.

Quackity had never been a fool.

Oh, he played the part of a fool very well. And for good reason, if people thought he was stupid, they’d be far more likely to slip up. It wasn’t honorable. But honor didn’t feed the hungry or poor. Quackity refused to allow himself to become hungry, and he had plans to live a life far more grand than petty thief and a merchant of scams. No, he knew he was destined for so much more than the hand he had been given.

Quackity knew that only a fool would hear the faint sound of music coming from the forest and follow it.

But oh, did it sound so sweet. It should’ve been a greater warning, that he found it so hard to resist the temptation to follow the music that echoed through the forest. That made it so obvious that the musician was a fae. The fae were well known for their ability to enchant humans with their music and voices, like sirens with their twisted sense of humor. Everyone, even the few street urchins that lurked the many streets of the village, knew better than to follow the pretty music that came from the eerie forest.

Quackity had never been a fool, but sometimes he couldn’t resist making a foolish decision on occasion. The music in the air lacked the usual presence of an enchantment. He had only experienced it once, and one of the villagers had pulled him back when they noticed him wandering towards the forest. Warded him with iron, salt, and rowan wood until he had snapped out of charm.

He would never, could never, forget that night. He would never forget how it felt when magic stripped him of his free will, made him nothing more than a puppet to play with. How it felt to be trapped in that state for hours, with only the kindness of a stranger to keep him safe. It had been terrifying and haunting.

The music he heard that night hadn’t been the same. It tempted him, and the music would likely stick with him for the rest of his life, but Quackity could tell it wasn’t enchanted. It was likely that there was just a fae nearby that wanted to play a song without the intent of capturing any humans. Which only made it more tempting, if Quackity could get the drop on a fae there was no way he wouldn’t be able to profit off of it.

Quackity had never been a fool, but he had always been more than willing to gamble with danger if the reward was worth it.

So, he made his way through the woods. The trees crowded around him; branches reached out as if they wanted to grab him. Quackity ignored it all, he focused on keeping his steps light and silent, focused on keeping himself out of sight. As he approached the source of the noise, the air around him filled with the scent of saltwater, seaside lilies and other flowers. A Seelie Fae then, and potentially a powerful one.

As soon as Quackity approached the clearing, he saw the fae.

Quackity quickly ducked behind one of the thicker trees for a better vantage point.

The fae was tall, even by fae standards, and he would easily tower over Quackity. The flower crown on his head softened the image a little bit. There was a cloak around his shoulders that looked like it was made from moss. Shells that looked like leaves hung from his ears, and colorful shells of all shapes and sizes dangled from the fae’s belt. Light danced around his form idly.

All those things together meant one thing: that the fae was more summer aligned than spring.

Which only meant that the fae was more likely to be passionate, short tempered and mischievous.

The fae strummed his guitar idly, going over the same notes on occasion, and other times making slight adjustments. Which meant that Quackity had caught the fae as the other was composing. It was possible that the fae wasn’t even aware that there had been a human settlement nearby. The different courts competed with each other all the time, if the Unseelie Court had been the ones that had tried to kidnap villagers, it was possible they kept it secret from the Seelie Court.

The fae suddenly turned and looked up at him.

Quackity nearly gasped at how beautiful the fae looked.

“Hello,” the fae greeted with a slight bow.

His voice carried the hint of a melody.

“Hello,” Quackity returned hesitantly.

There wasn’t any reason to remain hidden anymore, so Quackity stepped into the clearing. He needed to be polite after all. The fae smiled brightly at Quackity, at the guitar disappeared into light. The sunbeams shifted in the clearing, to make the perfect yet soft spotlight on the fae. It only served to make him seem more ethereal.

“I wasn’t expecting to lure a human out here,” the fae said, “Especially not one as attractive as yourself.”

Quackity gave a polite smile, though he felt his face warm, “You’re either too kind, or too modest.”

“Care for a dance?” the fae asked.

“I probably shouldn’t,” Quackity replied with an apologetic smile.

The fae just grinned, before he started to hum a gentle tune.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream,” the fae sang with a soft smile and an extended hand.

Quackity had never been a fool.

But he had been alone for almost the entirety of his life.

So, he accepted the offer anyway, allowed himself to be pulled into the fae’s arms for a gentle, slow dance.

The fae continued with a slight spin, “I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.”

“Yet I know it's true,” the continued as he pulled Quackity closer, “That visions are seldom all they seem.”

“But if I know you,” the fae twirled them around with a smile.

“I know what you'll do,” the fae pulled Quackity right up to him, their dancing coming to a still.

“You’ll love me at once,” and slowly the fae’s lips moved closer to Quackity’s own.

“The way you did once upon a dream,” and then the fae kissed Quackity.

The kiss was full of warmth and light and tasted like the sweetest honey. It made Quackity’s head spin. The fae didn’t try to overpower him. His grip on Quackity was gentle, like he wanted to give the human the chance to back out if he wanted to. It made Quackity grin when the fae pulled away from the kiss.

On a whim, Quackity adjusted them so that he could lead the dance, which earned him a blushing fae in his arms. With a grin, Quackity started to hum the same song that the fae had sung to him just before.

And then Quackity started to sing, “But if I know you, I know what you'll do.”

“You'll love me at once,” Quackity pulled the fae in closer.

“The way you did once,” the fae leaned in.

“Upon a dream.”

[solarsavoy]

Day 3 of Karmagisa week: AU Day! Sorry it's a bit late, but it's still Tuesday where I'm at, so it's not actually late... Anyway, inspired by the incubus idea in this Tumblr post. I've been attached to the idea for over a year and finally decided to just go for it. FYI for anyone curious, this fic idea was the sole reason for that strangely worded rule about no NSFW but feel free to get a little spicy. This is what I was thinking about when I wrote that rule. As promised, there's no NSFW, but there is an incubus.

Without further ado, enjoy reading Cuddles and Kisses on AO3. Account required to read fic.

[diino8081]

guys check this out it's actually surprisingly wholesome

[stonecoldhedwig]

It’s a strange thing, watching your boyfriend marry someone else.

Or, at the very least, it should be strange, Charlie thinks, as he cocks his head to one side and watches Neville push a ring onto Hannah Abbott’s finger.

He should hate Hannah, shouldn’t he? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do when the man you love loves someone else? Only, Charlie doesn’t hate her. Not at all. He’s actually still not sure how he got so lucky that the person he has to share Neville with is quite so wonderful.

[heaven-ly-father]

Hi Evin!! How is your day today? Did you do anything exciting? Anything you’re proud about?? I hope you had a good day 🖤

hi lovely! sorry for the late reply, but I am having a pretty good day! :) I'm training for a new job and the guy who trained me was from a different store and he was SO hot omg <3

I guess I'm proud of myself for trying something new lol. This ask was so nice thank u anon 💕💕💕

[ultimatelifefcrm]

"Clover? Was that the bee creature scouting for you in the endless white hellscape?' That creature did fit the profile. "I see. Let's not make a habit of it, I'm not very good with technology and I'd rather not deal with it."

"Good night, Willow."

" huh. "

she then scrolled through her messages, seeing that a certain bee was sending some lovely messages to the hedgehog.

" oh! i'm so sorry, that was clover! she must have been sleeping on my phone and was sending you those messages. sorry! ...again! "

meanwhile, clover was simply staring at her, fluffed up and comfortable on her bed yet again.

[elitadream]

Watched 'The Last Dance' on its premiere yesterday and, well... These two give me feels. ;_;

[ccycloneblogging]

Have some various doodles of Universal Morning Star, because this poly ship has my full attention right now.

After Joy Kicken belongs to @crazycakeparrotart

Red Rest DogDay belongs to @deleted-va

[airlocksandaviaries]

If you ship Storm and Wolverine you’re extremely hot btw

[dustykneed]

god mcspirk is so terrific. i love when jim and spock scheme together (ok jim schemes but he ropes spock into it too and spock just can't say no to his captain) to fluster bones.

sometimes jim just wants to see his boyfriends make out with tongue... is that too much to ask?

prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk bingo prompt "sloppy kissing" ←⁠(⁠>⁠▽⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ

[edgeray]

Arlecchino is a cold person.

(Arlecchino x Reader Blurb)

It's no suprise to anyone. It is simply an objective fact of the matter. She is aware of this. The House of the Hearth is aware of this. The Fatui are aware of this. It's ironic given the nature of her vision, but it nonetheless rings true despite the fire she possesses on her blackened fingertips. She is callous and curt, and underneath her skin there is nothing except frigid ice that envelopes her being like a fitted coat. She speaks with no warmth, acts with the absence of heat, exists in a constant state of cold emptiness--a state in which there is a void inside of her, as if sucking all that is human of her.

Years ago, when she was just a child of the same orphanage she headed, she had naive thoughts of finding companionship, someone who would provide the warmth she sought on lonesome nights. She was barely just an adolescent who dreamed of lying in someone's arms, feel the heartbeat of another so surely, it would remind her that she was indeed alive. For even the briefest of moments, she yearned for someone who would, if not shield, then distract her from the cruelties of this world. She had shed those foolish wishes aside. In the House of the Heart that she was raised in, such notions were admonished, in fact, the wishful thinking was one of the reasons she had nearly lost her life. Never again, she had promised to herself, when she mercilessly beat the backstabber. It was then that she believed when the time came, her tale would end the same way as it began for her: alone. As the years of being a Fatui, then becoming a Fatui Harbinger, hardened her, there was comfort in that view.

That is what she believed in. Until you came.

Iciness wraps her being. It is present in her expression, in her words, in her touch. But that is exactly why she finds solace in your being. Her vision could only grant her a synthetic flame, but, you, you're an everlasting hearth. She melts in your embrace every time she slots herself in your arms, as it feels like a kindling ignited in her heart. It is only with you, that she learns how warmth can be found in.

Arlecchino is a cold person.

It is why you, as a warm one, is perfect for her. You whisk away the most depraved thoughts, ease her of any emotional and mental turmoil, and you do not treat her with the same coldness as the world seems so fond of doing to her. You are her flame, the one that sparks her being and reminds her that she is alive because her heart beats with you, beats for you.

Except you are cold now. It is unfathomable to her how you can be this way when your entire being exists to warm her, but when she touches your skin, you are unbearably frozen. Your body does not tremble like it does when her clawed fingers ever so gently trace your skin. The corner of your lips doesn't quirk up into the usual small smile of yours when she appears in your sight, but they remain ever rigid like the rest of you. Uncharacteristically, your expression doesn't soften with her presence.

You are cold, just like her. And that makes her afraid. Her hand searches for it, prodding your skin for a familiar thumping that is nowhere to be found. You continue to stare at her, unblinking. Here would be the moment where you give her a beaming smirk and you'd cup her face tenderly as if she was glass. And she would let you, because you are her beloved, who has watched her shatter so many times before and wordlessly each shard back together, and it is for that reason that she would lean closer towards your touch.

Because you lie broken in her arms and her hands are stained again with the familiar color of red. Your eyes are glossy and gaze unblinkingly at her. Frozen. Even when you are covered in your blood, you are beautiful, she notes, but oh, so cold that it makes her doubt if you were warm to begin with.

She misses your warmth. Where has it gone? Or has it died along with you?

Her hearth is gone. And as she clings onto your form, her body wracking with a fear and desperation she's never known before, two revelations come to her: that there is no such thing as an everlasting fire, and even after so many years ago, she was right along.

Arlecchino is a cold person. And she will remain always cold.

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Hey Lover!

[sakitenmaenjoyer]

tsukasa finally wrote a good story<3