#things i definitely Want but can live without for now: glow in the dark or heat sensitive paint; fancy gold trim for jacket;

[sol1loqu1st]

hmmmm i thought i had a game to gm today but we'd actually planned it for the 18th and i just forgot, so perhaps i will go to a craft store and acquire Cosplay Things after grocery shopping

[user1smvtysturniolo]

With you m'love | Matt Sturniolo

Pairing: clingy!Matt x reader

Summary: you finally are able to see your boyfriend Matt after two weeks without seeing him, and the only thing you want is be with him.

Disclaimer: slightly smut, but majority fluff

It was a winter evening, the kind that made you want to curl up by a fireplace with a warm cup of something delicious. That's exactly what you planned to do when Matt invited you over for a cozy night in, complete with Christmas movies and hot cocoa. As you pulled up to his house, he greeted you at the door with a beaming smile, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Sweetheart, I've missed you!" he exclaimed, peppering your face with affectionate kisses. You giggled, returning his enthusiasm as he led you inside.

The living room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the twinkling lights adorning the Christmas tree in the corner. Matt guided you to the plush couch, where he draped a soft, fuzzy blanket over your laps. "Make yourself comfortable," he instructed, settling in beside you. You sipped your steaming mug of hot cocoa, relishing the rich, chocolatey flavor as it warmed your chilled bones. Across from you, Matt looked equally content, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled at you. "Ready for our holiday movie marathon?" he asked, setting his drink aside. You nodded enthusiastically, reaching for the remote control to start the first film. The Grinch's grumpy face appeared on screen, and you both settled in to enjoy the festive tale.

Laughter filled the room as the Whos' cheerful town contrasted hilariously with the Grinch's sour demeanor. Occasionally, you'd glance over at Matt, admiring the way the soft glow of the TV highlighted his features. He caught your gaze and winked, making you blush slightly. By the time The Grinch concluded, you felt pleasantly full from the emotional rollercoaster, but eager for more cinematic cheer. Matt agreed, suggesting they switch to Home Alone. As the opening credits rolled, you snuggled deeper into the blanket, enjoying the warmth and closeness sharing this special moment with your boyfriend brought.

The mischievous antics of Macaulay Culkin quickly had you both in stitches, giggling uncontrollably at Kevin's clever booby traps. Matt's laughter was infectious, and soon you joined in as well. As the final showdown approached, you sensed your eyelids growing heavy, the comforting weight of Matt's arm around your shoulders lulling you into a state of relaxation.

The credits began to roll, signaling the end of Home Alone. You blinked slowly, trying to shake off the drowsiness creeping over you. Matt seemed to notice, his hand gently stroking your hair as he leaned in close. "You okay, babe? You look a bit sleepy," he whispered, concern etched on his face. You managed a weak smile, nodding in agreement. "I am a little bit, but now I just want to be with you... just really comfy and cozy." You admitted, burrowing into his side.

Matt chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Well, we can definitely keep you cozy," he promised, scooping you up effortlessly in his strong arms. He carried you upstairs, navigating the dark hallway with ease until he reached his bedroom. Gently, he laid you down on his bed, the soft mattress enveloping your weary form. He followed suit, sliding in beside you and wrapping the blanket snugly around both of you. Your head found a natural resting place on his shoulder, and you felt his heart beating steadily beneath your cheek.

As you unconsciously drifted off, Matt's arm encircling your waist, holding you close. He sounds utterly content, the casual intimacy between you deepening as you relax together, two hearts synchronized in rhythm. "Do you want me to play with your hair?" he offers softly, wanting to pamper you, to make this moment last. I nodded as I relaxed in his shoulder.

I put my hand on top of his. "I missed you so much. Your touch, your voice... your kisses" I murmured against his shoulder. When he heard that he cupped my face and made me face him. "Oh yeah?" He asked with a slight grin in his face as he laid me down on the couch. "You're so cute" he licked his lips as he grabbed my jaw and gave me small kissed all over my face. When he pulled back and looked at me, his lips looked slightly rosy making my heart flutter.

After we stood there, inches apart looking back and forth at eachother's eyes and lips, he finally broke the gap and kissed me. I moved my hands to the back of his hair. The kiss was every second becoming more passionate, I could feel butterflies in my stomach everytime his tongue would touch mine, or when his lips smacked mine harder. He started kissing my neck, removing my hoodie. Leaving me with my bra. He went down and started kissing me all over my chest, I looked down at him, seeing how he would hold back a groan when he touched me or how he would kiss me, simply that making me feel so good, so loved.

When he got down he removed my pants. Leaving me with my underwear. He slightly pulled away and looked at my body. "You're beautiful, damn." He slightly moaned. He started caressing my thighs while kissing my inner thighs. "May I?" He softly asked "I just wanna be with you m'love" he murmured against my thighs sending shivers down my spine...

Sorry if it's a little long, it's a mix of fluff and slight smut. Tell me if you like this type of fanfic and I'll do something similar next time!

Divider by @bernardsbendystraws

Taglist: @ccxsturns @xoxo4chrisss @madisonb44r @courta13 @kenzieeluby @mattsfavginger @luvs4chrs @jessie-essie

[koolades-world]

Demons and Humans not understanding each other

Inspired by several other posts I read about this same thing <3 honestly even if the brothers insisted it was safe, I would consult Satan, Lucifer or Barbatos

this is mostly mammon freaking out

Humans think the deadliest things are like, adorable, like Cerberus. Mammon especially does not understand why Mc wants to run towards the very dangerous, very mad three headed dog. A few times he has had to throw Mc over his shoulder to keep them from staying behind

“MC CERBERUS BEING THE BEST BOY DOES NOT JUSTIFY HIS ACTIONS HE WANTS TO KILL US”

“But he’s so cute! He just needs a snuggle buddy”

Humans can also be very stubborn if they’re too hot or cold but refuse to admit it. It’s fine with Lucifer does it because he’s one of the most powerful and therefore resilient demons in Hell, but not so much when Mc does it. Beel and Mammon love playing in the Devildom snow, but given that it’s the Devildom, it’s definitely a lot colder than it is in the human realm. Even after ten layers, Mc is still freezing but refuses to admit it.

“Mc, are ya shivering? I thought ya would be too warm under all that”

“I’m sweating with this one jacket”

“I’ll live! Let’s go back to the snowman”

“no I don’t think you will”

On the same note, sometimes demons forget humans can’t withstand crazy temperatures. Asmo will invite Mc to a popular bathhouse, sauna or hot springs, forgetting that the temperature would literally boil Mc alive

“Hey Asmo this is the place you wanted to go, right?”

“Yes! Isn’t is cute?”

“Everything except the part where I boil alive”

“what!”

Some foods can kill humans just by being near them so imagine how the brother would feel when they learned this, it’s giving that lunatic pudding incident with Diavolo from that one card

“Mc! You’ll love this. Open wide!”

“Asmo I feel funny”

“DO NOT FEED MC THE TAKEOUT LUCIFER SAID ITS DEADLY FOR HUMANS IN LARGE AMOUNTS”

“FUCK NOT AGAIN”

In retrospect, humans probably sleep a lot compared to demons. Some demons probably don’t sleep at all, except Sloth demons. Setting aside about eight to nine hours of the day just to sit idly might not make sense to them until they learn they will shut down without it

“How are you feeling about the exam we just took? Exam week is finally over.”

“Mc? Mc, Satan is talking to you. Why are you on the floor”

“MY HUMAN IS DEAD”

“No, I think they’re just asleep idiot”

“oh. wait, THEYRE ASLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALL lucifer is gonna kill me”

I’d say both demons and humans are social creatures, but humans will go insane without social interaction. Yeah a demon would probably be upset if they didn’t talk to someone for thousands of years but I don’t think a human could last more than ten without losing grip on reality. Humans tend to copy each other, which is probably bizarre to demons. Humans don’t even understand yawning so demons definitely won’t

Going back to the food thing, demons can probably go ages without eating, besides Gluttony demons. Humans need to eat so frequently compared to them

“So you’re tellin’ me that if Mc doesn’t eat for a whole week, their insides start to eat themselves?!”

“Yes. But, Mc ate a few hours ago.”

(Mammon was already gone when Satan turned back around)

Demons probably also play game that would definitely kill humans. My brother and I used to play crazy games when we were little (our favorite game didn’t have a name but we would put Barbies in the toy train tracks and see what would happen when different Thomas and friends character would hit her. The train tracks would glow in the dark! I did not let him put my favorite doll in the train track and he had to listen since I was the older one, she was not a barbie and had bendy feet? that’s not for now) but we never seriously got at each other throats. I cannot imagine what games demons and demon children must play. Satan was born fully grown but imagine if he was born little and the brothers had to play his favorite games with him. I feel like they would find the Barbie game I played a little weird too. Like, they would probably tell me that I should’ve done it in real life since that would be better experience or something batshit like that

“Aww, Satan, do you remember all the times we played “Five minute eye stab” with Lucifer? You were so cute. Sometimes I think Luci let you win.”

“Do not talk to me Asmodeus.”

“I’m sorry, you played what?”

“One time we gave him an actual knife by accident and since he was good, he ended up stabbing Lucifer’s eye.”

“You’ll be next if you don’t shut up and let me read”

“HE WHAT”

“Oh he’s fine now, clearly. Only took him a few hundred years to regain normal eye functions”

“Can we not talk about this anymore?”

Babe it is a miracle Mc is still alive

[justagalwhowrites]

The Campaign - A TSATS One Shot

You're doing your part to get out the vote and Joel is doing his part to protect you while you do. AKA Bodyguard!Joel beats the shit out of a Trump voter.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Joel Miller x Movie Star!Female Reader (from The Savage and the Sanctuary)

CW: Joel beating the shit out of a Trump supporter. That's it, that's the fic. Also mentions of the misery that's befallen us since Trump and all the general misogynistic bullshit of this Godforsaken timeline. No use of Y/N.

Length: 1.1k

A/N: Look. I desperately want to beat the shit out of everyone I see wearing a MAGA hat but, unlike (my version of) Joel, I'm not a 6'5" man with years of experience beating the shit out of people so I can't. Wishing exactly what they voted for on every Trump voter there is and then this too because they deserve it. OK ENJOY LOVE YOU!

Joel was about ready to strangle you. 

Why the fuck you’d volunteered to go out and try to get a bunch of fucking college kids to vote was beyond him. Sure, he knew the election was important, but did that really mean you needed to personally go try to talk to as many idiots as possible in an unsecured area? 

He ground his teeth. You were standing on campus, surrounded by a mob of 20-somethings, each with their fucking phone in hand so he couldn’t even tell if someone was holding a goddamn weapon. Anything was safer than this and yet, here you were, doing it anyway. 

“Can I get a selfie?” One girl asked, practically glowing at the sight of you. 

“Of course!” You said and you smiled and put your face next to hers so she could take a photo. “Can I convince you to vote in the upcoming election? We really need voices like yours to be heard loud and clear.” 

“Definitely,” she said. “I already have a plan for getting there!” 

“That’s what we like to hear!” You said. “Just go online, make sure you’re registered and that you know your polling place and the times. Sound good?” 

She didn’t get a chance to respond, a man in a red Trump hat shoving his way through the crowd, pushing a student into and making you stumble. 

“Hey!” Someone in the crowd protested the intrusion but the man ignored him. 

“The hell do you think you’re doin’?” The man got in your face. “We don’t want your coastal elite bullshit getting mixed up in our government!” 

Joel went to intervene but you held a hand out, stopping him. He clenched his jaw but obeyed, standing at the ready in case things got out of hand. 

“I understand,” you said gently. “I’d probably be upset, too, if I were you. But it’s my government, too. I live in Austin, I love it here and part of showing that love is getting involved…” 

“I don’t give a shit,” he stepped closer. “Get the fuck out of here and leave our kids alone, you fucking bitch!” 

He went to shove you and Joel stepped in then, putting himself between you and the fucking Trump guy before he could lay a hand on you. The man’s hands ended up square in Joel’s stomach, bouncing off almost comically. 

The man was shorter than Joel and definitely weaker. He tilted his head back to look Joel in the eye, an unkempt beard growing in on his neck, his eyes narrowed.  

“That was a mistake,” Joel said, his voice dark and deep. 

“Joel,” your hand went to his shoulder but he shrugged you off. Yes, he was here to protect you but your almost callus disregard for your own safety made him want to pull his goddamn hair out and now, here you were, ready to just let this asshole off without any consequences. 

And fuck if this man didn’t deserve some fucking consequences.

“Need to you to apologize to the lady,” Joel said. “And take that fuckin’ hat off before I shove it up your ass.” 

“If you think I’m about to just let her indoctrinate a bunch of kids…” 

The man made the mistake of leaning around Joel, starting to reach in your direction, and Joel’s patience was nearing its end. 

He shoved the man back before he even really thought about it, making him stumble and sending college kids scrambling back. 

“Joel -“ your voice was sharper now, but he ignored you. 

“Step back,” Joel said, his hands clenching into fists. “Last warning.” 

“Fuck you,” the man said, stalking up to Joel again. “And fuck that bitch, too.” 

Joel’s fist caught the man off guard, not even getting the chance to flinch before it connected with his face. 

The man cried out, stumbling and disoriented, but Joel stalked after him, catching him on the chin and sending him sprawling to the ground. 

“Joel!” You yelled, but you seemed far away in that moment.

Instead, Sarah seemed close. He thought about the 2016 election, when Trump won and Sarah was all of 12 years old. She’d just started getting interested in shit like politics, she was excited about a woman running for president and Joel’d had to explain to her why someone would say something like “grab ‘em by the pussy” and have half the fucking country voting for him. 

Things had only gotten worse in the years since. He had to explain Brett fucking Kavanaugh to his daughter, had to watch as fucking Nazis burned torches and marched through the streets with her, had to just sit there as assholes like this man in his red goddamn hat tried to make life worse for her. 

Back when he had her, he had a reason to keep his nose clean and stay out of trouble, even when dealing with assholes like this. That reason was gone now and so Joel did what he’d been wishing he could for the last damn decade. 

The man tried to get up from his place on the ground but Joel didn’t let him, all but diving on him, grabbing him by the collar and holding him there so he could land blow after blow on his face. He clumsily tried to swing at Joel but he didn’t even feel it. When that failed, his hands scrabbled over Joel’s arms, trying to pull himself free. It didn’t work, either.

Hitting the man again and again hurt but it was a strangely satisfying kind of hurt, one that felt just and righteous, like Joel was finally doing something that was worthwhile. He was hurting someone who deserved it, he was protecting you, he was defending a world that would have been better for his daughter. 

“Joel!” You pulled hard enough on his shoulder that he was forced to pay attention. He was panting for breath, his knuckles bloody, the man’s face a mess. He looked back toward you, at your wide eyes in your unsettlingly perfect face. You looked afraid, but not of him. You were afraid for him. “You can’t do this, you can’t just… Joel, you have to stop.” 

He dropped the man to the ground where he lay, moaning, cradling his broken face. Joel ripped the hat off his head and he groaned in pain. 

“Should’ve listened,” he said, before holding up the hat. “I’m keepin’ this. Get fucked.” 

You looped your arm around Joel’s waist, pulling him against your side and he could have sworn he saw the hint of a smile on your face as you led him away. 

[swanimagines]

SOMEONE TO BE SCARED OF | MORPHEUS

Summary: Your ex is an asshole. So Morpheus punishes him.

"If I can't have you, no one can."

That's what he had said when you broke up with him. Months of belittling and torment from the man you had foolishly started dating on Valentine's Day. He had felt like a dream, but by the end of February, he had turned to complete opposite of himself. His true self.

Morpheus had succeeded in talking you out of it, he had told you you deserve someone better - seeing how miserable you were now that he let you live on Earth with the man you claimed to love. Eventually, he saw what was happening, and you finally broke down in front of him when he visited your dreams. Morpheus managed to make you break it with your ex, and there, hell began.

Your ex's threat seemed just a childish outburst at first - but then it started turning into worse. Humanity showed its worse side to you. He came to your workplace, started spreading ugly rumors about you and even tried to attack you in broad daylight. You were scared for your life, you tried to go to the police and hide from him, but nothing seemed to work. He always found a new way to torment and bully you.

But without your knowledge, Morpheus had started to work on actions what he'll do to your tormentor for making you scared like that. He had cared about you for a long time, more than a boss should care about his employee. In a different way. He had changed a lot during his imprisonment, so much that he had eventually accepted your wish to live on Earth, he had let you to fall in love with someone else than him. Even through his jealousy. He felt like your current situation was his fault too - he should have checked the man's dreams, he would have found out his real nature from them. But he also knew it would have been creepy if he had done it. But he still should have known.

He was fixing that mistake right now. Your harasser would be left scared and alone, unable to get anyone else fall for him ever again.

"Who are you?" the man snarled the moment he saw Morpheus standing by his bedside. "Creep, get out of my house!"

Morpheus smiled, and the man got a look as if something snapped within him, as he lost all power over his own body. A partial sleep paralysis was an excellent way for things like these.

"I am someone you should be scared of," Morpheus replied. "You will leave everyone you torment alone."

Morpheus knew the man was desperately trying to find some way to escape, but he was glued into his bed, forced to watch Morpheus loom over him.

"I can make you suffer," Morpheus whispered. "Or you can end this here."

The man just stared at him, taking in short breaths.

Morpheus reached forward and grabbed the man's neck, squeezing it tightly until his eyes bulged out.

"This is what happens to men who mess with people who love them," Morpheus said softly. "You're a fool, you don't know any better. You think you can try to scare them?"

"No," the man finally squeaked. "No, I won't contact them anymore, please, I promise I won't."

Morpheus stared at the man, his eyes glowing brightly in the dark. "You won't. And if I hear you have, I will curse you with nightmares for the rest of your life."

With that, Morpheus was gone and the man was released from his paralysis, his heart pounding and sweat trickling down his spine. For a moment, he wondered if it was real or just a nightmare, but he definitely didn't want to find out. He got so scared that he dropped everything and moved out of town - and never again he mistreated anyone in his life.

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Vampire Wedding Part 1

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Drake: "I'm home!"

Drake returned from a spontaneous outing late in the evening.

Mitsuki: "Welcome back. You're late. Where have you been?"

Drake: "Well, I stopped by a tavern and got into a lively conversation with some folks there."

After saying that, he grinned and looked at me.

Mitsuki: "Is something wrong?"

Drake: "Nah, I just thought you looked as beautiful as ever, little fawn."

Mitsuki: "Hehe, what's with the sudden compliment? Do you need a favor?"

Drake: "Not a favor, more like an invitation."

Drake: "How about a date on the sea at night?"

Mitsuki: "Eh, date?"

Surprised by the unexpected invitation, he deepened his mischievous smile.

Drake: "I met a generous guy at the tavern who let me borrow his ship."

Drake: "I thought we could have a fancy night cruise. What do you say, Mademoiselle?"

Mitsuki: "Wow, that sounds wonderful! I'd love to go!"

Drake: "That's the spirit."

Drake: "Then, let's go tomorrow. There's something I want to show you."

Mitsuki: "Something you want to show me?"

Drake: "It's a secret."

He winked meaningfully.

Drake: "It's my special treat, so look forward to it."

Mitsuki: "Hehe, got it. I'm really looking forward to it!"

After chatting about various things, I fell asleep without realizing it.

I awoke to a sensation of something touching my cheek.

Drake: ".........."

When I groggily opened my eyes, I saw Drake peering at me, gently stroking my cheek.

Drake: "A blood oath, huh?"

Drake murmured.

(Blood oath?)

I was curious, but my consciousness soon drifted back to sleep.

The next day, I hurried to finish my chores, and by evening, I headed to the port where we had arranged to meet.

(What will a night cruise be like? And what could Drake's special surprise be?)

Vlad: "Bonjour, Mitsuki."

Suddenly, I heard a voice and turned around to see Vlad pulling a flower wagon.

Vlad: "The sun is about to set. Are you going out now?"

Mitsuki: "Yeah, I'm going on a date with Drake tonight."

Vlad: "That sounds great. Have fun."

As he smiled, the words I heard last night crossed my mind.

Mitsuki: "Hey, Vlad. Do you know what a blood oath is?"

He looked surprised for a moment, then smiled softly.

Vlad: "Of course."

Vlad: "A blood oath is a traditional wedding ceremony in the vampire world."

Mitsuki: "A wedding ceremony?"

Vlad: "On the night of the full moon, the groom pledges 'eternity' by biting on the bride's ring finger."

(I never thought it held such significance.)

(But today was definitely a new moon, so it doesn't matter, right?)

Mitsuki: "Thank you for telling me. I should go now."

Vlad: "Yeah, have a good night."

As the sun completely set, the ship smoothly sailed through the dark sea.

Leaning on the railing and gazing at the pitch-black surface of the sea, Drake, who was standing next to me, gently pulled me closer.

Drake: "I've got to hold you so that you don't get pulled into the sea."

With a mischievous grin, Drake made me recall the word "wedding."

(I hope Drake and I can experience that someday.)

I couldn't help but swoon as I dreamed about a future where the two of us were pledging our eternal love.

(Drake probably doesn't want to willingly enter into a blood oath. Besides, the night of the full moon would be difficult due to the bloodlust.)

Drake: "Hey, little fawn? Is something wrong?"

Mitsuki: "Ah..."

Drake's hand gently tapped my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Drake: "Pay attention. The show's about to start."

Mitsuki: "Show? What are you...?"

As I tilted my head in confusion, a streak of pale blue light illuminated the dark sea.

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

The light swiftly spread where I was looking, and the sea surface, which had been pitch black until just now, was now enveloped in a faint glow.

Drake: "This is my special surprise. Beautiful, isn't it?"

Mitsuki: "Yeah, it's amazing. Truly beautiful, but what’s actually happening?"

Enthralled by the waves of light washing over us, I nodded dreamily multiple times.

Drake: "Sailors say that these lights represent the souls of our departed comrades, scattered into the sea."

Drake: "When they spot a ship sailing at sea on a moonless night, they guide it safely back to port."

Mitsuki: "So they're watching over us?"

Drake: "Yeah."

Drake: "And for us, this light holds another special meaning."

Mitsuki: "Another special meaning? What's that?"

Before he answered, he gazed deeply into my eyes.

Drake: "Within this light, sailors traditionally propose to their loved ones."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Drake’s eyes, as he gazed at me, lacked his usual carefree demeanor.

Drake: “Mitsuki. I want to make you my treasure.”

Drake: “Will you marry me?”

I nodded with a smile, feeling my eyes well up with joy and love at the earnest words that reached straight into my heart.

Mitsuki: “Of course, I’ve been yours for a long time already.”

Mitsuki: “Please always stay by my side.”

Drake: “Mitsuki.”

As he called my name with deep emotion, he embraced me tightly.

I wrapped my arms around his broad back and felt his warm breath.

Drake: “I wish I could say you’re mine forever now, but there’s one more thing we need to do.”

Drake: “We still have something to do on the night of the full moon.”

His words made my heart race.

Mitsuki: “Are you going to make a blood oath?”

I asked nervously, and Drake blinked in surprise.

Drake: “You knew?”

Mitsuki: “Yeah. But are you sure about this? You don’t have to force yourself.”

Drake: “Thanks, Fawn. But there’s no need to worry.”

Drake put his forehead on mine and smiled.

Drake: “I’ll do as I please.”

Drake: “You just have to wait for me to whisk you away.”

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

[mcmeerkat1]

𝑻𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

So i have been reading all these inserts featuring the MTMTE crew and i couldn't help but want to explore it in my own way. I wanted to mention that @wifetomegatron inspired me to actually sit down and write something. It only felt right to mention you as my little oneshot was inspired by little bits and pieces of your own writing and i didn't want to be that person to use your work to inspire my own without a shout out lmfao Anyways, as always y'all, 𝒆𝒏���𝒐𝒚 First Contact AU ~ Where they have established earth as a new home (Rodimus x self insert)

This was stupid. 

I brushed out the wrinkles of the sheer black fabric that made up my supposed more formal top. It was nice in a sense. A v-cut neckline, flows with every movement, and most importantly pairs with blue jeans. Yeah, your not catching me dead wearing a skirt.

My leg anxiously bounced as i took in the small bar. The lights were dim and the room was filled with mindless chatter. It was a nice place. A rustic feel with a modern twist. It felt homey compared to the more distinguished settlements. A place where I definitely didn’t belong. 

“Oh come on Mia lighten up” Hailey chuckled from her spot beside me, gently nudging me with her arm I rolled my eyes. This wasn’t just stupid. It was ridiculous

“How can I lighten up if my nerves on a whole new level of high?” I retorted, taking a sip of my water. The blonde shook her head at my comment. She offered a friendly smile and shrugged “Yeah but you have also never gone on a date before. Its probably just the shock of the fact you even matched with someone. Especially if its with one of those….uh” “Cybertronians?” “Yes!”

I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. “It scares me that you convinced me to do this and you don't even remember what they are called”

I loved Hailey with all my heart…but she made me want to double check my own sanity.

She let out a huff, “Oh shut up. It's a mouthful” Sometimes I wonder how she even convinced me to make a profile on that damn app. I was very keen on the idea of living my life with my glorious army of black cats but life has other plans.

I made a profile and what do you know, I matched. Not going to lie, he looks great based on his profile. But its hard to imagine someone like him with me. Not because I'm human and he is a Cybertronian. I don't need that pity. Its just…I don't know. There is something there that I can't name. Something that nags at me and says I should just drop this all and return home. If that were the case then why am i still sitting here? One of life's greatest mysteries ....OK and maybe I was curious. “MIA!!”

I jumped at my friends sudden harsh whisper as she grabbed my arm “What?! You can’t just do that without an explanation!” I scowled as i tried to steady my racing heart. Why must i scare so easily? Hailey rolled her eyes and pointed to the entrance of the bar. And at that moment, time seemed to slow. This was really happening. “Oh hey, he really does match your hair” she laughed softly, gently ruffling my fiery curls

I pushed her hand away and attempted to fix it. Although my eyes never left the stranger... or i guess he wasn’t really a stranger I never really considered the stigma that was the difference between silk and metal. Both shine in their own individual ways but they are not the same…no. If i were to see a attractive guy, my eyes would immediately be drawn to how nicely they are dressed. A crisp suit that hugs their body in every right way. A compression shirt that reflects their long hours in the gym to craft the perfect physique. Oh to dream. But when it came to Cybertronians, you didn’t consider the same things. I can see that now. He stood well over 6 feet with a body that could make any girl go crazy. Lean frame with metal armor that sculpted him an athletic build. Could I even call it that? And those eyes. Bright blue optics that glowed in the darkness of the bar. It was alluring and made my heart almost stop. He was confident with the way he held himself. He was human in his own way. Blue on hazel. He never broke that contact. He knew his worth, no doubt. I just didn’t know if i could meet that same level…. I was so starstruck that I didn't even notice that Hailey had abandoned me. No wonder it was so quiet. The Cybertronian walked up to the bar and leaned against the counter with a sigh, casting a lazy smile in my direction. “Its Mia, right?” I nodded, giving him a smile of my own “Yeah”

We fell into a comfortable silence as we sat there, listening to the patrons of the bar having a good time. It was a unique blend of humans and Cybertronians. The beautiful part was that we didn’t even bat a eye. They entered our world with bang yet seemed to capture our hearts in a matter of months. This was their home now too. “Forgive me if I pronounce it wrong, and your Rodimus?” He chuckled softly at that, raising a eyebrow at the comment “Didn’t sound like you had trouble saying it sweetheart. But to answer your question, that's me. Oh brother I could feel my face heating up at the comment. This was going to be a long night.

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Dadphiles!Silver Sheet

Technically Silver 2.0 since I wasn't happy with his old design. Now he's far more snazzy.

Silver's eyes glowing aren't a unique feature of this AU, by the way, it's just how I draw him.

This post will be updated as time goes on. New additions will be marked as (✨New!✨). Last update: (Mar 6, 2024)

-> Dadphiles AU Masterpost

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🔹After receiving his dad’s crystal, young Silver was always on the lookout for something to help hide it, knowing the shard would be something a bandit would try to steal. He got into the habit of stuffing it in his chest fur.

🔹Eventually, Silver would find twine to wrap around the crystal and wear as a necklace. As Silver grew older, the twine got smaller. Pre-06, Silver couldn’t take the necklace off even if he wanted, as it could no longer fit over his head. Not without cutting it.

🔹While wearing the crystal, Silver is ignored by Iblis and its monsters for reasons unknown to him. This has led Silver to establish a sort of safe haven for other survivors. Silver’s clothes and cuffs are hand-made gifts from the survivors out of thanks. With Silver’s input, the designs are dedicated to his lost brothers, even with the limited resource options.

🔹 Silver has enhanced sight, mainly being able to see better at night than a normal hedgehog. This is a combination of evolution and his practice of working in darkness. However, his pupil does give off an iridescent glow.

🔹Due to his appearance (blue glow, near-white fur, crescent markings) and his preference for working in the darkness, the survivors of his haven call him “Moon Child”.

🔹Silver only trusts Blaze with the knowledge and, eventually, shares the protection of his father’s crystal.

🔹Like his brothers, Silver believes the three are blood-related. That Sonic is on the other side of the world--far from Iblis' destructive path and a place full of green and blue--and that Shadow is somewhere "made of metal". When his family disappeared, Silver grew determined to find them. Inspired by his speedy brother, he began traveling the world. Yet as the years passed and he found nothing but wastelands, doubt began to creep in. While he never completely gave up, Silver shifted priorities to building a safe haven, not unlike the one he was granted as a kid.

🔹 Also like his brothers, Silver does not remember what his dad looks like or even his name, beyond his eyes and voice. However, he believes this is for his father's safety, who obviously has a powerful ability others would hunt him for. Silver finds this theory perfectly normal.

🔹Silver cannot actually read or write fluently. He recognizes some words, having been taught by Blaze, but it was difficult to find free time between shifts to do so.

🔹Silver had noticed that Blaze was always very poised when standing, sitting, or moving. She explained the concept of “proper manners and etiquette” to him, which only confused him. Regardless, Blaze would often catch Silver trying to emulate her posture.

Post-06 Facts:

🔹(✨New!✨) Silver is far more forgiving of Mephiles' actions than his brothers, mostly because his definition of "wrong" is skewed from living in an apocalypse. His brothers end up having to explain a lot more to Silver than they initially beleived.

🔹Despite being the youngest of the trio, Silver is also the tallest. Coupled with his psychokinesis, it's easy to keep things out of his brothers' reach, much to their annoyance.

🔹Due to a lack of proper food in the future, Silver cannot handle any spices. Sonic is incredibly gutted to learn his brother doesn't like chili dogs.

🔹Silver has a bit of a hoarding problem in the beginning of his life with his brothers, still not used to so much being simply available. This leads to his brothers finding random piles of food and clothes stuffed in odd places around the house.

🔹(✨New!✨) Silver lives in the past with his brothers and cannot travel through time, like Canon!Silver can.

🔹(✨New!✨) Between the events at Soleanna and the loss of his brothers' crystals, Silver grows far more protective over his own crystal.

🔹(✨New!✨) Following Sonic Unleashed, Silver legally goes by Silver Prower, like his brothers.

(Old Ref Sheet)

[cloudcountry]

trust

Genre/Tropes: Nightmare Comfort.

Summary: You have a nightmare and find comfort in Yuuken's arms.

Author's Comments: i am on a ROLL this week!! double update again!!! trying my best to feed the hungry hungry yuu stans, these two oneshots were for you (and me too tbh LMAO)

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The first thing you see when you awaken is the mirror on the far wall. Nothing reflects in its dark depths, so you're uncertain why your eyes are drawn to it. The room is pitch black, and you attribute the absence of moonlight to the curtains you and Yuuken stitched up. Turning over, you find yourself facing his broad back. His side rises and falls rhythmically, and by the occasional snore, you can tell he’s still fast asleep. The soft glow of the blue fire from over by the armchair slightly illuminates a sleeping Grim, who’s sprawled out on his back and scratching his belly. A soft grunt that sounds like tuna escapes his mouth before he rolls over.

Briefly, you consider slipping out of bed and going outside, but there’s no telling what could be out there. In an unfamiliar world, you’re pretty sure it would be best to stick with what you know, and in this case, that thing would be Yuuken.

Reaching out across the bed, you grab onto the back of his shirt. He makes a soft grunting noise in his sleep as you pull yourself closer, wrapping an arm around his waist and burying your face into the fabric of his t-shirt. His body jolts, and you try to silence your breathing once you realize that he’s most definitely awake now. There’s a part of you that feels guilty for waking him up, but then-

He whispers your name softly and with so much care that you slam your eyes shut to stop the tears forming in your eyes from spilling over. Your heart lurches in your chest when he groans and turns over, throwing an arm around your waist as he rubs his eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he mumbles, pressing a warm hand to your cheek and running his thumb over the skin, “Everything okay over there?”

“Had a nightmare.” you murmur, squeezing him tighter.

He sighs as if he knows exactly what you mean, and with the way Yuuken holds you tighter, you have a feeling he’s had a few nightmares himself.

“I’ve got you.” he says, as clear as the starry sky above as he pulls you closer to his chest.

You wonder how a boy who has no place in this world could make it feel so safe, but you suppose you don’t exactly belong here either. You both are two pieces of a separate jigsaw puzzle, tossed under the rickety old couch in Ramshackle’s living room. Nobody will notice your existence until they try to complete the choppy scenery of your world, only to find you and Yuuken missing. Maybe they’ll search for you, maybe they’ll give up, maybe the almost finished puzzle will lay incomplete on the table for months and years without any sign of the other two pieces. It’s scary, being in a different world, being here with a boy you never would have met otherwise, being sheltered in a building full of holes and ghosts, not knowing what became of your world. What if time passes differently? What if you get back and everyone you know is dead? What will you and Yuuken do if you two never get back? What will you two do if you will?

Will he try to find you? Will you try to find him? What if nobody else will ever make you feel as safe as he does?

What if you never get to tell him how you feel?

The thought scares you. You squeeze Yuuken tighter.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere.” he mumbles, gently rubbing your arm, “I’ll be here for you, you don’t have to worry. I know it's scary but we’ll find a way out of this.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” you choke out, and your heart feels like it’s lodged in your throat, “I…”

Yuuken waits patiently for you to speak, his eyes searching yours for the words you can’t seem to say.

“I get it.” he whispers with a smile, a rare sight but not an unwelcome one by any means, “I don’t want you to leave either.”

“No, that’s…I mean, if we make it back to our world…” you stumble, feeling like you’re about to pass out from just how scared you are, “Um, I don’t…want you to leave. Ever.”

You force the words out in a rush and thank the Great Seven that Yuuken just hums and rests his chin on your forehead. That’s a good sign, right? He didn’t jeer at you or embarrass you or flat-out reject you, so-

That must be good.

Relief crashes through your veins before you have a chance to stop it.

“Hey, don’t worry. When we make it back to our world, I’ll make sure we end up where we’re supposed to be.” he promises, linking his pinky with yours, “I promise.”

Where we’re supposed to be.

If that’s not your world, then what-?

“What do you mean?” you ask, hoping against all hope that he’s saying what you think he’s saying.

“I’ll make sure we stay together.” he says, as if it's been obvious this whole time that you two are meant for each other, “That is what you want, right?”

“Yes.” you say, smiling like a fool and it’s so embarrassing how happy you are about this but you can’t bring yourself to stop-

Great Seven, you want to jump out of bed and jump through the front lawn and throw yourself down into the grass and scream and yell and holler up at the night sky because Yuuken wants the two of you to stay together no matter what and you don’t have to worry about anything anymore because there is nothing you two can’t do together. It’s like all the paranoid questions have left your mind, it’s like they don’t even exist anymore because the person you trust more than anything promised that you two would never separate.

And you know what?

You believe him.

“Good.” he huffs, and it sounds like muffled laughter as he turns on his back, “I was a bit worried there.”

You can’t even imagine what he could have possibly been worried about, not when he’s the only person in this new world and the next one that you could ever trust this much.

“You should get back to sleep.” he murmurs, and your heart flutters at the barely visible smile on his face, “You’ll be tired tomorrow if you stay up too late.”

“Right.” you say back, feeling wide awake and far too excited to sleep, “I’ll do that. Goodnight, Yuuken. Thank you.”

You turn over on your side and try to shut your eyes, but you just end up staring at the mirror again. A few silent moments pass before the bed shifts, and an arm wraps around your waist, a protective shield against the nightmares that may come for you. A soft grunt of approval is the last thing you hear before Yuuken’s snores fill the room once again, and you drift off with a smile.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

(TW) Horror (7) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

Apple of His Eye (ao3) - sundaechii

Summary: "It shouldn't have turned this way." Tears streamed down his cheeks, his voice trembling. "I thought it was only a rumor." He continued, staring in horror at the blood splattered on the floor.

Floor 6 is a restricted floor with one security personnel that changes every few days. Everyone says that it is haunted and Dan and his friends made a mistake of going there.

Black Eyes - omgdatphantho

Summary: Dan just wanted a roommate. Phil’s looking for a vessel for his brother.

creativity is nothing without friendship (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan has made Phil a promise and he is eager to prove his devotion. He will carve out Phil's heart and sacrifice him.

But he is also going to make sure that he comes back.

(TW) Firecracker (ao3) - AnnaSepulchre

Summary: On days when his head wasn't loopy with heat and groggy with sleep, he would think of moving his hands to loop around Dan's neck to drown him.

lead me into the light (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: Dan and Phil are part of a crew of space explorers currently embarking on a dangerous mission to check out a supposedly lifeless planet far away from home.

Monster - full-dark-no-starss

Summary: Phil may have most definitely tried to bring his dead boyfriend back to life, after Dan Howell lost his life after electrocuting himself at the BBC. But is it really Dan he brings back?

out of the blue (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: “Did you know my first word was ‘light’?” Phil asks. His pale skin reflects the blue so strongly he may as well be glowing too.

Dan smiles. “Explains a lot.”

Outlast (ao3) - trancelover99

Summary: Dan and Phil are investigating Mount Massive Asslyum due to the strange goings on that have been reported there. However, they seem to be more than what they bargained for, as the asylum becomes a literal hell on earth! This is based on that one scene where Dan was hiding from Chris Walker during his Outlast Gameplay in 2024, and what better time to upload this than Spooky Week Lol hope you enjoy it!

Pieces Of You - full-dark-no-starss

Summary: It was supposed to be a camping trip with a few friends, but after repeatedly seeing something and then rather someone haunting his vision, Phil Lester takes it upon himself to try out a so-called legend of the island he has lived on his entire life

 “They say, if you go into the caves near the farthest shore and play around with a radio, apparently, you can tune into frequencies which don’t exist.”

And that’s when he discovers something better left alone. The voice of a boy. The voice of a dead boy, and what comes with the boy is the tragic story of how he died, and a gateway through time.  Phil can’t resist. If you had the ability to stop something terrible from happening, would you try and change it? But have you ever heard of The Butterfly effect?

Psycho (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Dan didn't mean to get tangled up in this situation, didn't mean to find himself in the clutches of a psychopathic murderer.

All he can do now is obey

surely the second coming is at hand (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: From darkness they came, and to darkness they must return. And Dan is ready.

Or, a rewrite of the final events in DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime, as well as an analysis of Dan's internality during those moments.

The Cult Under The Hill (ao3) - leewritesstuff

Summary: Daniel Howell was an unknown man. He was tall, lanky, and quiet. Nobody could pick him out of a crowd, no one could tell you his name. They could only tell you that he gave them the creeps.

Phil Lester was described by everyone who knew him as the sweetest thing that you’ll ever have the pleasure of meeting. He was quiet, he was polite, and most of all; he was kind.

One of these boys does not make it to the end of this story.

[cherrygirlystuff]

Being A Grunge Girl In A Clean Girl Summer

Hey Bestie! 💖 Let’s Talk Summer Makeup – How to Nail That Grungy Cool Look Even When It’s Hot!

Hey, babe! 🌸 Summer’s here, and while we’re all about those sunny days and beachy vibes, let’s be real – the heat can make our makeup game a little tricky. But don’t worry, I’ve got you covered! If you’re like me and want to rock that grungy, effortlessly cool look even when the temps are soaring, keep reading. I’m spilling all the tea on how to keep your makeup looking fab without melting away. 🖤🔥

Step 1: Prep Your Skin Like a Pro 🌞

First things first, babe – summer makeup is all about the base. To keep your look intact, start with a lightweight, oil-free moisturizer to keep your skin hydrated without feeling greasy. And don’t forget sunscreen! Choose a matte, oil-free SPF that won’t leave you looking shiny. Trust me, your future self will thank you!

Once your skin is prepped, apply a good primer. Go for one that’s mattifying and pore-filling to keep your skin smooth and your makeup in place, even on those sweltering days. A primer with a bit of a grip will help your makeup stay put longer, so you can slay all day without worrying about touch-ups.

Step 2: The Base – Keep It Light, Keep It Matte 🌿

When it comes to summer makeup, less is more. Go for a lightweight foundation or a tinted moisturizer with a matte finish. You want something that evens out your skin tone but still lets your natural glow shine through. If you’ve got a bit of redness or unevenness, a matte BB cream can be your best friend. It’s like a soft filter for your face – perfect for those grungy vibes without feeling heavy.

Got a few spots to cover? Use a full-coverage concealer, but only where you need it. Keep things light and breathable so your skin doesn’t feel suffocated in the heat.

Step 3: Grunge Eyes – Smoky, Smudgy, and Oh-So-Cool 🖤

Now for the fun part – those grungy eyes! Even in the summer heat, you can totally rock a smoky eye without it turning into a smudgy mess. Here’s how:

Eyeshadow Base: Start with an eyeshadow primer to keep everything in place. Choose one that’s sweat-proof to lock in your look.

Matte Shadows: Stick with matte eyeshadows in earthy tones like browns, taupes, and even some deep plum or charcoal shades. Use a fluffy brush to blend the color onto your lids and into the crease for that effortlessly cool, lived-in look.

Smudge-Proof Liner: Go for a waterproof gel or pencil liner. Smudge it along your lash line, and if you’re feeling daring, add a bit to your lower lash line too. Use a small brush to soften the edges for that perfectly imperfect grunge vibe.

Mascara: Finish with a waterproof mascara that adds volume without clumping. If you’re really into the grunge look, apply a bit more on your lower lashes for that “I’ve been up all night, but I look fabulous” effect.

Step 4: Cheeky Vibes – Keep It Subtle but Edgy 🌹

For your cheeks, go for a soft, natural contour instead of heavy bronzing. Use a matte bronzer or contour powder to add some definition to your cheekbones, jawline, and forehead. Keep it subtle, but sharp enough to give you that edgy, sculpted look.

For blush, opt for a cream formula in a muted berry or dusty rose shade. Apply it with your fingers for a natural flush that blends seamlessly into your skin. Cream blushes are perfect for summer because they give you that dewy, fresh look without looking too powdered.

Step 5: Lips That Last – Bold, Dark, and Beautiful 💋

Now, let’s talk lips! Summer grunge is all about those deep, bold shades that scream confidence. Whether you’re into a classic matte lipstick or a long-lasting liquid formula, go for colors like deep burgundy, chocolate brown, or even a daring plum.

To make sure your lipstick stays put, start by lining your lips with a matching lip liner. Fill in your lips completely to create a base for your lipstick. Then, apply your chosen shade, and blot with a tissue. If you want that extra staying power, dust a little translucent powder over your lips before applying a second layer.

For a more low-key look, a tinted lip balm in a dark berry shade will give you that grungy vibe without feeling too heavy – perfect for those super hot days when you want to keep it chill.

Step 6: Set It and Forget It – Lock In Your Look 🔒

Finally, lock in all your hard work with a setting spray that’s designed to keep everything in place, even when you’re sweating it out in the summer heat. Go for a matte finish setting spray to keep any shine at bay and ensure your grungy look stays flawless all day (and night) long.

Final Thoughts, Babe: Grunge It Up, Summer Style 🌟

There you have it, bestie – the ultimate guide to keeping your makeup looking cool, grungy, and totally fabulous during the hot summer months. Remember, the key is to keep things lightweight and matte, with just enough edge to channel your inner rockstar. Whether you’re hitting the beach or heading to a summer concert, this look will have you feeling like the coolest babe around.

So, grab your makeup bag, turn up the volume on your fave grunge playlist, and let’s slay this summer together! 💋✨

What’s your go-to summer grunge makeup look, babe? Let’s swap tips in the comments – I’m dying to see how you’re keeping it cool in the heat! 💕

[aadroiit]

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you've seen sparks but i've seen love. i've seen raw emotion, i've seen the unbridled and unfiltered human experience. i've seen my life flash before my eyes and i've seen glimpses of my future. i've seen true beauty and i've seen it in him. he's shown me worlds and feelings previously unknown to me, and he's shown me what it means to be human. what love means, what it means to truly live. he's shown me things i didn't know were possible, aspects of existence never put into words. he's shown me beauty no poet nor artist dares to disgrace by confining it to a definition on this lowly plane of being. because of him, i've seen the world throught the eyes of a caretaker and creator, someone truly in love. i've felt my blood boil and i've felt mania, but until him, i'd never felt in the presence of something/one so powerful and comfortable in their pure beauty that time stops, and for once, i stand still. i've felt pain and love, beauty and disgrace, and most vastly, i've felt what it feels like to be cared for and how it feels to know it. i've felt what poetry sounds like and i've felt what art looks like. he came from a vermeer painting and i've seen that. he radiates a beauty that i refuse to comprehend fully in fear that i might confine him. the knowledge of him overencumbers me, though i wouldn't have it any other way. i've adapted to love him, understand him, care for him, and do all the same for myself. i wouldn't be where i am without him, and want only for him to achieve his full yet limitless potential. he's shown me all that i could comprehend and more that i have yet to uncover. he may be a high school love, but these feelings will persist long after i know him and long after my body decays. for so long, i've hounded the truest beauty of this world, seeking to create it or something in its likeness. now that i've found the purity, pain, love, and all that i've searched for, i can't bring myself to contain him on a page or in a document. he's so much more, and i fear that just writing of him lowers his presence by the word. i've prayed to a goddess of beauty and love my whole life, and now she's given me the one thing i've asked for, in an unattainable form. he's been everything i begged for. someone to love, to hold, someone to disagree with at times, someone to live and grow with. someone who complements me perfectly. someone who won't give up on me, and someone who i'll never leave. someone i won't hurt. someone who i'll be afraid to hurt, someone to be fragile with. just someone. a human. someone who loves and is loved. someone who has unique experiences and tries to understand. someone who digs their hands into the earth and soaks in nature, someone who is the earth and an earth who is them. he is the earth as i know it. he is beauty, purity, grace. he's been hurt, but not by me. he understands and purges those influences. he is life itself. he knows what it means to live as a human in this time, in this world, and that there is no other way things could have happened. he doesn't dwell, but instead works to change. he is kind and caring, he knows how to love and he knows how to coexist with things he isn't fond of. he's himself no matter what, and he doesn't let those around him take pieces of him away. he's the closest to perfect able to be found, he aspires to grow and he loves himself, but not too much. he doesn't love himself like i love him, though, and that's fine. i don't expect him to see how i feel about him, though i hope that he can love himself enough to see why i feel the way i do about him. the flecks of black and dark brown in his eyes, the way light reflects off of them, giving them a glow that the brightest star couldn't begin to envision. he has a look in his eyes that shows his true adoration for humankind and the way it's grown since its dawn. he understands that there are downsides to humanity, but he loves for the imperfections and impurities, not just the integrities of life. he lives to experience, not to fall part of a crowd.

[rubykgrant]

The Reds and Blues (your full group and anyone else you might wanna add) are in a Pride Parade. What is everyone doing? All I know is that Sarge is driving a float and Simmons here is IN CHARGE OF CONFETTI. (This ask is brought to you by me going to my first Pride Parade yesterday)

Hey, first of all, congrats! I hope you had fun~

Sarge is definitely driving his own float, and Lopez helped him build it; the thing looks like a big rainbow version of Red Base, with multiple flags of various gender/sexuality combos (but also, they all have the Red Team insignia in a corner somewhere). Rather than drive it out of sight, Sarge is towing the whole thing in the warthog, and he's wearing a special version of his armor (just this ONCE he will be more than pure RED; he's the sunset lesbian flag, because- "It's got all of us on there!". he fully embraces this, let's go lesbians!)

Simmons is once again the Social Chairman, so he got put in charge of trying to organize everybody's duties and make activity schedules. He had to revise it several times (because he tried to micro-manage EVERY LITTLE THING), but it finally worked out pretty good. Once everything is going good, he can finally just... relax. People can still check in with him for specific things, but he mostly just gets to chill and walk around with Grif (my personal ideas for Grif and Simmons- Simmons is trans and gay, Grif is bi. they've both been in different levels of denial/awkward about this over the years, but now they can finally be themselves and embrace it. Simmons felt the need to wear a binder for years, but for the full effect of feeling accepted and proud, he has a light button-up shirt with the gay rainbow as stripes opened with a loose-fitting binder that has the trans colors underneath. then just some jeans. such minimal clothing! in public no less! Grif's in shorts and his own opened button-up shirt with the bi stripes. they participate in the parade at one point, holding up a banner that reads- "Why Are We Here? Because We're Queer!")

Caboose is the confetti king, with Freckles naturally helping! He's wearing his helmet (just regular clothes instead of full armor), and Church helped him figure out how to make the visor outwardly change to different pride rainbows without messing with his vision

Doc has a booth for anybody who needs any medical attention, and also walks around to help re-fill hydration stations, plus a variety of free snacks for people (with plenty available for people with specific diets/allergies). He has a lot of helpful references for anybody who wants to read and learn about gender/sexuality (so family and friends who want to be more accepting and mindful can get more info, and other people can figure out how to find their own community)

Donut is handing out coupons for places that sell special soaps/candles with various pride color themes. He has his own float in the parade as well, and it is a WHOLE musical number, with some flamboyant special effects and excessive glitter

Tex is just walking around ready to intimidate the absolute heck out of anybody who tries to disrupt the events. No cops or bigots at Pride, just Tex (she WILL throw a car if she needs to). She and Church participate in the parade for a bit, just kinda having fun with casual drag (she's in a masc outfit, he's in a dress. Donut helped make sure he'd be very pretty~ nothing fancy, but they have fun going with a rock-a-billy theme)

Church is handing out different kinds of glow-sticks as the sun goes down (some of them the bracelet/necklace kind that clip together). Once it is really dark, he and the rest of the Fragments put on a light show, with Theta creating the most AMAZING pride color fireworks!

Kai helped get a few different live music things going, and set up booths that have various merch/clothing for people... and once that is done, she took her rightful place in a throne on a float (there are several intersex, bi, and pan designs... but she also has a crown that says "Slut Queen", and the kink flag as her cape~)

Carolina sings some songs, and helps with some of the booths here and there... but she's mostly just enjoying the chance to take this all in, and appreciate everybody all around her

Locus is still awkward with crowds... like Sarge, he's in full armor, but similar to Caboose's visor, his can change to different rainbow combinations. He's actually more comfortable being in the parade, where he doesn't have to TALK, so he does that most of the day

Tucker is helping with the kid-friendly areas (and gives anybody who wants to call this "forcing kids to be gay" MORE than a piece of his mind). There are a lot of games, snacks, free clothes/merch. When Tucker participates in the main parade, he sets off some confetti canons with his sword (on the float, he skips a shirt, and wears leggings with the big community pattern)

Wash has clothes with his ace, trans, and gay colors, and he helps set up different booths/floats. He also passes out free key-chains and bubble bottles for people

My OCs Poppy and Junonia would help as well; Poppy would be on a float that has different flowers arranged in pride color rainbows, tossing out fake flower bouquets to the crowd. Junonia has a booth for disability inclusion (with info for people who want to learn more), and also hosts artists/craft creators who are selling merch

[arealphrooblem]

A Favor for a Favor Part 4

Part One Here

CW for the fic overall: kissing/fade to black off screen sex, mentions of non-consensual drugging, non-graphic wound care, off screen murder mention

Synopsis:

When Roxanne -- Agent name Rocket -- is back-stabbed by a friend and given a serum that drains her of her powers and leaves her helpless, she has no choice but to turn to the one person she can't trust: Her nemesis -- a politician and king of the underworld. With her powerless and in the palm of his hand, what he decides to do with her is greatly influenced by their chance meeting as teenagers that neither of them have been able to forget.

The Present

When Roxanne’s hands started to resemble her grandmother’s, she reluctantly crawled out of the tub and into the soft clothes left for her -- sweatpants and a dark t-shirt. Both felt buttery, sinfully soft against her skin. She used the brush by the sink and combed her wet hair into a single braid before stepping out. 

The combination of the hot bath and the pain killers made her sleepy and relaxed. She hurt still, but it was a distant echo of the pain she had earlier. Roxanne could think again, beyond the blind panic and excruciating pain.

 And that was a problem because the last thing she wanted to do right now was think about all the implications of what happened to her. 

 John waited for her in the living room, reading on one of the arm chairs.  Dressed out of his suit and in soft pants and a henley (they almost matched), he looked so painfully domestic, so terribly innocent.  

Her traitorous heart squeezed in her chest, as it did so many times when she watched him through the camera lens. He breezed through her work many times after he won the mayor race and then, more recently, the senate race. 

And every time the sight of him ignited a blistering cocktail of rage at what he allowed himself to become: this master manipulator who lied as often as he breathed, putting on a wholesome face when he ran the criminal underground, and a persistent longing that she couldn’t shake off. Like deep down she still thought she could save him.

Which was stupid and unhealthy but it wouldn’t leave her. 

Looking at him now, bathed in the soft glow of the lamp beside him, reading the exact kind of cheesy sci-fi book her father had in his library, she couldn’t shake the feeling that underneath the darkness he cultivated to survive was someone good, someone worthy of care. 

He jerked his gaze up from his book. 

“I was beginning to wonder if you had drowned,” he said idly. 

If he heard her thoughts about him, he didn’t show it. 

“That would solve a  lot of problems for you if I did.”

“Yes, having the dead body of an Agency Hero in my bathtub definitely solves problems for me. Come here.”

He opened the first aid kit and took out gauze, medical tape, antibiotic cream and bandages. Roxanne found herself stepping forward to obey without even thinking of it. A thread of unease wound through her. Had he expanded his powers to actual mind control?

“I can only powerfully suggest what you think you want to do anyway,” he said.

“It’s so fucking creepy when you do that,” she complained as she settled next to him. 

“My apologies,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “It’s hard to stay out after being blocked for so long.”

“I can’t even feel you in there anymore.”

“That’s the goal.”

He took her left hand in his and dabbed Neosporin on it with a Q-tip, his touch still impossibly gentle. The intimacy of it made her squirm, stomach twisting.. She could almost believe in this moment that he might have some humanity still left in him. 

It was a dangerous, stupid thought.

“What's going to happen to me,” she asked softly, “now that you’ve got me right where you want me?”

He placed a bandage on top of her knuckles and began wrapping the gauze tape around it. 

“ . . .This is not where I want you.”

She snorted. “Really? Me powerless and vulnerable and at your total mercy is not what you’ve dreamed of for years?”

He said nothing for a long moment, focusing on securing the bandage tight and taping it down before moving onto the next hand.

“If I told you where I actually wanted you, it might scare you away,” he murmured finally.

“Please tell me this penthouse apartment doesn’t come with a torture dungeon,” she joked, hoping to God it was just a joke.

“I keep my torture dungeons at the docks in old warehouses.”

“We’re not going to make a surprise return trip are we?”

Pointed silence followed her question as he put intense focus on wrapping her other hand. He was messing with her, right? He had to be. Why the bath, the tender medical care, why take her home if he only intended to hurt her later?

His fingers slid gently into her hair, turning her head to the left as he searched for the cut above her ear.

“If you’re so worried about what I might do to you, why did you come to me?”

Roxanne swallowed, her gaze darting away.  

“You’re a mind reader,” she said, stiffening. “You should know the answer.”

“I want to hear you say it out loud.”

She hissed as his fingers brushed over the cut in her hair. He leaned forward, lifting her hair to get a closer look. The woodsy, spicy scent of his cologne, which probably cost more per ounce than her electric bill, danced just under her nose. She could turn her head and kiss him. 

“I didn’t have anyone else I could trust,” she whispered.

He chuckled, a low rumble. “Since when do you trust me?”

“I didn’t because you were an enemy of the Agency. But now I can’t trust the Agency.”

“And,” he prompted.

“And . . .I thought I would be safe with you.”

Admitting it felt like handing him a knife and offering her throat. The possibility that he would hurt her had always occurred to her. And logically, that’s what she expected. But something in her gut told her that he wouldn’t and it went against all reason.  

He dabbed more Neosporin on his finger and pressed it gently over the cut. 

“I was safe with you, all those years ago. You will be safe with me now.”

She believed him. 

The spare bedroom sat tucked away behind the library. Roxanne glanced around just enough to note the dark jewel tone colors of the decor before collapsing into the bed and passing out. 

She didn’t stir for fourteen hours. When she did finally rise, she felt like a zombie digging out of their own grave. Everything hurt. Everything.

“Finally. I was about to do the spoon test.”

John appeared in the doorway. The smell of something divine wafted from the open door.

“Is that . . .coffee?” she croaked.

“It could be. You should get up and find out.”

She did so with a groan, hobbling out through the study and into the kitchen like someone’s grandma. The weight of his gaze followed her long before his footsteps. The kitchen had a bar with tall swivel chairs that she slowly clambered into. 

“Take these first,” he said, pushing the bottle of Ibuprofen and a glass of water over to her. “How do you like your coffee?”

“Right now I like that it exists,” she said.

“Excellent. You can have as much as you want -- after you tell me everything that happened last night.”

“Are you seriously bribing me with coffee?”

“No. I’m holding the coffee hostage until I get information.”

He took a long, pointed sip from his own mug. Her mouth fell open.

“You’re diabolical,” she hissed.

“And you’re stalling.”

“Is this another power trip just to hear me say what you could read for yourself?”

He pinned her down with a stare that made her feel like sitting in the principal’s office. 

“You refuse to think about it and I find it tedious to sift through the myriad random thoughts that run through your mind just to find answers you should be giving me yourself. Now quit being childish and tell me everything.”

It spilled from her in spurts and false starts. It was humiliating to admit how blindly she had trusted Erik, a fellow agent and friend, when he asked to meet with her that evening long after everyone else had gone home. She didn’t even think to question him when he took her into the service elevator -- the one with no cameras. 

Hell, her first thought when he plunged the syringe into her wasn’t even betrayal. It could have been a vaccine to something from a powered villain. It wasn’t until she felt a strange, heavy exhaustion flood her limbs that something felt wrong. When the elevator doors opened to the basement, she tried to blur away and fell to her knees instead. 

“Did he attack you?” John asked, voice slow and deadly.

“I attacked him first. I thought he was some kind of shape shifter, targeting heroes one on one. Even then I didn’t think it was -- him.”

“And then he hurt you.”

“ . . yeah.”

She swallowed, eyes burning. It was made painfully clear just how much she depended on her powers to fight when he beat her soundly and in seconds -- head thrown against the wall, kicked in the ribs, kneed in the mouth and nose. 

“He left me there and walked out like nothing happened.” 

To her horror, tears slipped out the corners of her eyes. She pressed the hells of her hands against them, as if she could stem them from that alone. 

“I know you think I’m naive and stupid,” she said shakily. “But I don’t understand why.”

He pulled her hands gently away from her face. “You are naive, but you’re not stupid. You worked with him for years, you had no reason not to trust him. Tell me, what is his Agent name?”

“Why? Do you want to send him a thank you card?”

“No. I want to kill him.”

The look in his eyes was downright terrifying. She had only seen John’s public face, the one that won him so many elections. The winsome, handsome, boyish smile with perfect white teeth. This reminded her of the John she first met, half feral and ready to stab anyone in the face.

Of course, he only got his wealth and his elections from his power. If he lost that, well . . . .He’d be worse off than her. No wonder he looked so pissed.

“Shadow.”

John’s mouth thinned into a tight, grim line. Erik patrolled at night due to his ability to travel through darkness. Undoubtable they had run ins before. Roxanne wasn’t the only one on the quest to dismantle John’s unground organizations. 

“Did he say anything to you before he left?”

The memory was hazy from pain, but she thought hard. 

“Something like . . .that I wasn’t cut out for this work. That he was doing me a favor.”

“I see.”

“I don’t know if he was working alone or if it was really even him or if the Agency told him to do it. I don’t know anything and I don't know how to find out without telling the whole freaking world that I’m a sitting duck!”

Her voice started cracking at the end and she bit the inside of  her cheek hard to stop herself from breaking down. John waited her out quietly, his expression hard as stone.

“Can I have my coffee now?” she asked after a few minutes, throat tight.

His eyes softened into something that looked dangerously like pity. 

“Yes.”

Part five here

[amphiptere-art]

(Finally got motivation to respond to the thing)

Moom is glad that it helps. It’ll take him a few weeks to get the new faces ready and install them, but once he does, he’s going to be so happy about Blue Moon being more comfortable.

Endo it is. Moom thinks Blue Moon deserves a nice treat after the stressful experience from Lost Lord, and from RBB. Like taking a kid out to icecream after a bad day.

At least LL Sun has Lunar to give him public speaking lessons, so Infero hopefully doesn’t have to cover that as well. Running society is a delicate balance. Infero’s been managing his universe for over a century, and started from the beginning to build himself up. Sun’s taking over for a beloved figure, and starting from a bad place because he already allowed public opinion to wane. They have a lot of work to do.

(I don’t think they gave him a unique nickname yet. Think it was still the generic Lord Eclipse name) Cue Infero’s happy signals all going off. Bright glow in the rays, rays spinning, tail wagging. He’ll hug back tightly. “Siblings.”

Despite Blue Moon's hesitance he is quite happy to eat and Endo. Although he isn't quite comfortable to eat around the others. Probably heading out to the hallway. Allowing the closed door to muffle the screaming static. Ripping into it slowly. Taking Glee in The kill as a stress reliever.

LL Lunar will definitely help with the public speaking stuff. He's basically been an ambassador for quite some time. But without the actual figure it hasn't been working out. Since LL Sun became the Lord, a lot of the people blame him for lost Lord Eclipse's death. Rightly believing that he has abandoned his people for a revenge He can't even take.

Blue Moon will hold on with a hug for quite some time. Not really caring as Vim walks off into the distance. Just wanting to live in the happy high for as long as she can. Nuzzling infero until they put him back down. A better hop in their step as he explores the city again.

(well now he gets the personalized nickname. Tinted due to a sense of needing to hide. Dark tinted glass hiding a light.)

[nettleandelder]

“I've done nothing wrong, I intend nothing wrong. I am innocent!"

"Half the evil in this world occurs while decent people stand by and do nothing wrong. It's not enough to refrain from evil, Trell. People have to attempt to do right, even if they believe they cannot succeed."

"Even when it's stupid to try?" he asked with savage sarcasm.

"Especially then," she replied sweetly. "That's how it's done, Trell. You break your heart against this stony world. You fling yourself at it, on the side of good, and you do not ask the cost. That's how you do it."

"Do what?" he demanded, truly angry now. "Get myself killed? For the sake of being a hero?"

"Perhaps," she conceded. "Perhaps that. But it is definitely how you redeem yourself. How you become a hero." She cocked her head and eyed him appraisingly. "Don't tell me vou've never wanted to be the hero."

“I’ve never wanted to be the hero," he defied her. Paragon was still cursing someone defiantly. He sounded drunken and rambling. Brashen turned his head, to stare at the ship. The yellow glow of firelight danced on his chopped face. What did this woman expect of him? There was nothing he could do to help the ship, nothing he could do to help any-one. "All I ever wanted to do was live my own life. And I'm having damn little success at that." She laughed low.

"Only because you keep standing back from it. And turning aside from it. And avoiding it." She shook her head. "Trell, Trell. Open your eyes. This horrible mess is your life. There is no sense in waiting for it to get better. Stop putting it off and live it." She laughed again.

Her eyes and voice seemed to go afar. "Everyone thinks that courage is about facing death without flinching. But almost anyone can do that. Almost anyone can hold their breath and not scream for as long as it takes to die. True courage is facing life without flinching. I don't mean the times when the right path is hard, but glorious at the end. I'm talking about enduring the boredom, and the messiness, and the in convenience of doing what is right." She cocked her head and considered him. "I think you can do that, Trell”

“Stop calling me that," he hissed. His surname was like salt in a wound. She suddenly gripped his wrist. "No. You stop. Stop thinking you're the son your father disowned. You're not who he expected you to be; that doesn't mean you aren't some. body. Nor are you perfect. Stop using every mistake vou make as an excuse to fail completely."

He jerked his wrist free of her grip. "Who are you, to speak to me of these things? What are you, to even know these things?" With chagrin, he finally realized the only possible source of her knowledge. Althea had been talking about him. How much had she told Amber? He looked in her face and knew. Althea had told her everything. Everything. He turned and walked swiftly away from her. He wished the darkness could completely swallow him.

"Brashen? Brashen!" She hissed out the call.

He kept walking.

"Where will you go, Trell?" It was a hoarse cry in the darkness. "Where will you go to get away from yourself?"

Mad ship Pg. 329-330