#ufo reply

[cairafea]

got caught up with the hnk countdown twitter account today and the panel where bortz tells dia that they don't care about fighting and like raising jellyfish better is still the funniest panel of the manga

[ink-selfship-shenanigans]

Aight y’all this is kind of out of nowhere, but- new Ink creature au gimmick- alien!Ink.

so many places this could go, just wanted to put it on the table.

-🥤

They abducted my heart, I saw it with my very own eyes

[dokbaemline]

110727 MINHO&ONEW UFO TOWN REPLIES

[To SHINee] I miss you I miss you!

[Minho] miss u too! (he replied in English! ^^)

[To Onew] Oppa, i miss you ㅠㅠ

[Onew] lalala

trans. forever_shinee source nanako_1209 on weibo

[mulderscully]

i think they took - for some reason - offence to your tags which were clearly a joke and clearly not a malicious attack. like chill person your question was answered what more do you want

yeah, if i put "lol" at the end of the sentence that's my millenial way of saying /lh or whatever but now that i know they're a terf ima pretend i was being a cunt even tho i wasn't. fooled me with the laura palmer icon smh...

[xothatnerdykid]

what's love got to do with it?

The students and teachers alike at UA High can't help but notice the strange behavior of the typically stern and stoic teacher of Class 1-A. They come up with all sorts of theories but soon discover the even more surprising truth: Aizawa-sensei is simply falling in love. Fluffy Aizawa x fem!reader drabble. SFW. 2,828 words.

The way everyone looks at him when he walks in, you’d think he’d grown a second head or something.

Aizawa glances up from his phone after reading a sweet little text from you, greeting him good morning and wishing him a good day at work, only to find every student's wide-eyed, unblinking attention focused solely on him.

One second, they were all happily chattering, and then, the next…

"Hmm? What?" He asks his class offhandedly, throwing his things on the table and taking his usual seat.

But instead of answering him, the whole room erupts into a whispered frenzy.

"Did you see that? Did he just...?"

"No way! Must have been a trick of the light or something."

"What the heck? I feel so unnerved. Llike we just spotted a UFO or something.”

“You guys saw it too, right? Are we all just collectively hallucinating?”

"Oi!" He calls their attention. "Would anyone care to tell me what it is exactly that's gotten all of you so worked up this morning?"

Stunned silence falls over Class 1-A again, and Aizawa can’t help but cross his arms and sigh. “Iida? Yaoyorozu? What’s going on?”

He doesn’t miss the way the class president and vice-president exchange a hesitant look before Iida answers him. 

“Apologies, sensei!” He hastily gets up to bow. “I will personally make sure everyone quiets down.” He zooms around the room and gestures frantically at his noisy classmates to settle down.

Bemused by their commotion, Aizawa observes them all carefully. What could’ve caused such a stir? He wonders. And why are they all so reluctant to tell him? Did he have a piece of spinach in his teeth or something? A quick glance downwards tells him he didn’t forget to wear pants or shoes or anything, so what was it?

“If I may, sensei?” Yaoyorozu raises her hand and he nods at her. “I think everyone was just a little distracted by your change in demeanor today."

He furrows his eyebrows at the young girl. "What change?"

"Well, we’ve never seen you smile before. Or at least, not like that.”

He blinks in surprise. He’d been smiling when he walked into class this morning? "What about it?"

"Well, sir," Iida adds, taking his seat once everyone's finally settled down. "It's quite an uncommon sight. Naturally, they were taken aback."

“You usually only smile when you’re giving us a tough time in exams or training exercises, sensei.”

The corners of Aizawa’s mouth twitch upwards at that, which he quickly covers up with a small cough. “Well, enough of that. Let’s get on with today’s lesson, shall we?”

Everyone straightens up to listen as their homeroom teacher goes over a few important announcements. And although he isn’t smiling anymore, Class 1-A doesn't miss the way his usually sharp gaze has grown soft and almost...fond as he speaks to them.

As soon as the homeroom bell rings, Aizawa dismisses them with an absent-minded wave of his hand and takes out his phone to text you: Do I really never smile?

You smile when you’re rounding up bad guys sometimes. You reply almost right away. Or when you see a cat.

He chuckles. Apparently I also do it when I’m torturing my students. Then…Or when I’m texting you.

You send back a little cat emoji, and the grin you get after reading that doesn't leave your face for the rest of the day.

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“Shouta! Helloooo? I said Earth to Shouta?” Kayama waves her hand in Aizawa’s face.

It seems to snap him out of whatever trance he’s in. “Sorry, what?” He blinks up at her.

She gives Yamada a look. “What’s with him today?”

“Dunno,” he shrugs, then turns to his friend. “Hey buddy, didn’t get any sleep again last night or something?”

You could say that, Aizawa thinks to himself with a smirk, then hastily scolds his features into their usually stoic expression. “No. Why?”

Kayama raises an eyebrow at him. “You've just been acting a little...off. Distracted, maybe?”

"Nothing to worry about," Aizawa reassures them, dismissing their concerns with a wave of his hand. He goes back to observing his students closely in the hopes of them moving past the subject, but Kayama and Yamada aren’t convinced. Anyone looking at him could tell something was different today.

“Sensei?” Kirishima hesitantly calls out to him. “I’m having a little trouble with my balance. Could you show me that move again?”

Aizawa nods, and everyone’s jaw just about drops to the floor when he demonstrates the proper stance with uncharacteristic patience. 

"Remember to be mindful of where you shift your weight," He guides Kirishima through the motions with a supportive tone, a stark departure from his normally gruff and no-nonsense approach. "And keep your focus. You'll get it."

Kirishima does as he’s told and looks to his teacher for feedback.

"No, adjust your stance a bit like this. Yes, that's it. Great improvement," Aizawa says, offering a rare compliment. 

Flabbergasted, the red-haired boy manages a stuttering, "Th-Thank you, sensei," before Aizawa moves on to help the next student. 

Observing everything from afar, Kayama leans over to Yamada and whispers, “He didn’t get a concussion on that last mission, did he? I've never seen him like this."

“Check what was in his coffee a while ago. And if he still has more — oof, it was just a joke!”

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“Okay, enough is enough!” Mina bursts into the room, dramatically crying. “I have to know!”

“Know what?” Kirishima asks as the others start to gather around her.

“What’s going on with Aizawa sensei? I saw him on the way here — he’s wearing a buttoned up shirt.”

There’s a collective gasp.

“Are you sure?” Momo asks.

Mina nods frantically. “And it was freshly pressed, too!”

Another round of gasps.

“And his hair was tied up!” The pink girl all but weeps, throwing herself onto the nearest desk.

“What do you think is going on with him?” Deku rubs his chin thoughtfully.

“He’s been acting so weird lately!” Uraraka whines.

As if on cue, Aizawa walks in. “Good morning, class,” he greets them without his usual gruffness.

Everyone hurries back to their seats, but Mina leans over to grab Kaminari’s sleeve, screaming under her breath, “He said good morning!”

“Look at his eyes!” He points frantically. “No puffy, dark circles or redness at all! He actually looks well-rested for once!”

“That’s where I draw the line!” Kirishima almost slams his fist on his desk. “We have to get to the bottom of this.”

Sero joins them, “Do you think Mic sensei and Midnight sensei know anything?”

Kaminari shrugs, “It’s worth asking.”

“Maybe Aizawa sensei has a secret twin and he’s pulling a prank on us?” Deku contemplates.

Uraraka shakes her head, “Sensei? Pulling a prank? I doubt it. What if there’s a new teacher at UA with a shape-shifting quirk?”

“Or Shinsou brainwashed him into being in a good mood?” Jirou chimes in.

As they huddle and murmur, Todoroki and Tokoyami shoot them curious glances, and Iida has to shush them discreetly. 

They snap back to attention every time Aizawa faces them, pretending to listen to the lesson. But as soon as their sensei turns away again, the room buzzes with whispered speculation. 

And though he acts none the wiser, seemingly engrossed in the topic they're supposed to be discussing, Aizawa can't help his amusement listening to their outlandish theories. A small, smug part of him relishes stoking the fires of their confusion. 

He knew he'd have some explaining to do, but for now, he’s more than happy to just let  them wonder.

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“Oh, look who finally decided to show up!” is the first thing Mic says when he spots him. The colorful cocktail in his hand is practically empty, but he happily sips the fun loopy straw for whatever dredges he can anyway.

“Are you going to make me regret it?” Aizawa grumbles, taking his seat next to his friends.

But Mic and Midnight just snicker, unfazed. They’ve had years to get used to his grumpiness after all (and a few drinks to put them in a better mood). 

"We have to admit, Aizawa," Midnight smirks up at him. "We had an ulterior motive for asking you to come hang out tonight."

"Don't you always?" He deadpans, lazily chewing at the gyoza they ordered without him. Although he doesn’t show it, he’s pleased to see there’s already a whiskey neat waiting on the table for him. 

Midnight rolls her eyes as she slides it over to him, "Yeah, but aside from just getting you to lighten up as usual."

"And getting you to sing karaoke with us, which I still can't believe—"

"You promised me we'd never talk about it again,” Aizawa groans as he rubs his hand over his face. “And that you'd never let me get that drunk again.”

"Awww, come on, buddy," Yamada slings his arm around him. "What's the point of having a good story you can't tell?"

"Fine, but I'll deny it, so no one will believe you anyway."

"I don’t know,” Midnight sing-songs, swirling her margarita in its glass. “With the way you’ve been acting lately, they just might.”

He frowns at her. “Meaning?”

Mic grins, leaning forward with an impish glint in his eye, "Meaning we heard you've been keeping secrets from us, Aizawa."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh really? Then would you care to tell us why you’ve been smiling so much lately?”

“Or who you’ve been trying to look nice for?”

Realizing they weren’t going to let this go easily, Aizawa sighs and takes a deep sip of his whiskey, the familiar warmth sliding down his throat. He's not one to discuss his personal life openly, even with his close friends, but there's something about their teasing that doesn't quite irk him tonight.

Aizawa tilts his head slightly, thoughtfully. "I'm just...happy, I suppose."

“But it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“Come on, buddy, you can tell us!” Mic nudges him playfully. 

“We want to know what’s got our favorite grump acting like a—" Midnight’s hands quickly fly up to cover her gasp. 

“Like a what?” Mic gives her a puzzled look, but Aizawa’s shoulders tense up at the glint in her eyes. That look usually meant very bad things for him. 

“Like a lovesick puppy!” She grabs Mic’s arm, excitedly slapping it before shaking Aizawa’s shoulders and squealing into his ear. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re in love!”

Aizawa chokes on his drink, and Mic pats him on the back to ease his coughing fit.

"Real smooth, Kayama,” he teases her.

"Sorry, but I couldn't resist," Midnight pouts, the twinkle of amusement still shining bright in her eyes.

Aizawa wipes his mouth and sets his glass down with a sigh. “Well, if you must know…There is…someone I’ve been spending time with.”

"Someone!" His friends chorus, delighted.

Mic nudges him gently. “Well? Don’t leave us in suspense!”

"Who is it? Do we know them?" Midnight leans forward, giggling.

Aizawa looks down at his glass for a moment, contemplating how much he should reveal. Although he feels a little overwhelmed by their excitement and their scrutiny, he also secretly relishes the joy of sharing this part of his life with his closest friends. 

It feels good, he thinks, to be around them and to know that they care so much about him. And though he’s never been one to discuss his personal affairs, he trusts these two enough to share the parts of himself he usually kept guarded. 

Seeing the expectant looks on their faces, eagerly awaiting his answer, Aizawa's ears turn the faintest shade of red. 

“Do you want to meet her?” 

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"Had a fun night?" You greet your boyfriend with a hug when he shows up at your door well past a reasonable hour.

You don't miss the small smile on his face when he takes off his shoes. "Actually, I did. But Yamada and Kayama were pretty insistent on meeting you." 

"You told them about me?" you respond, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. 

He nods, not quite meeting your gaze. "I think they'd like you."

"Really?" You plop down on the couch with him and stretch your legs atop his lap. 

"Yeah," He gently grazes your thigh. "They were wondering why I've been acting so differently lately."

"Like what?"

"Apparently I'm smiling more and acting nicer and" — He air quotes — “Stopped looking homeless."

You laugh. "And what did you say?"

He shrugs, “That I guess my girlfriend just makes me really happy.”

“Awww,” you pat his cheek playfully. “What’s next? You gonna tell me you’re in love with me or something?”

"Yes? I thought it was obvious?"

"What?" Your heart skips a beat at his nonchalant admission.

“Hmm?” He looks over, and seeing the evident surprise on your face makes Aizawa chuckle. "I thought I'd been making it pretty clear, but I suppose I should say it outright. Yes, I'm in love with you."

Your heart flutters at his words, a warmth spreading through you. "Well, for someone who's known for being so straightforward, you sure took your time saying that."

He brushes a strand of hair from your face and leaves a soft, lingering kiss on your temple. “I’ll say it as many times as you want to hear it, baby.”

You lean in closer, your lips almost touching his. “Alright,” you look up at him with a sleepy smile and half-lidded eyes. “I’m waiting.”

"I love you," he whispers, his voice low and tender. He places a gentle kiss on your nose. “I love you,” and then another on your cheeks…“I love you.”

He gently brushes his lips against yours, cupping your jaw so you can’t help but gaze deeply into his dark, smoky eyes before he finally closes the distance between you.

“Mhhm.” You smile, contentment washing over you like a gentle wave. "I love you, too, baby."

[transmascaraa]

Hi!!! Im not used to requesting but i just thought of this, could you write a scenario where the reader, does the trend where you pretend to pet a dog/cat like you drag your hand over there head like your about to pet them, but you dont? and they lean into it and dont understand what your doing? i hope you get what i mean!! sorry if i was unclear... 💗💗

(with gorou, itto, lyney, tighnari, maybe neuvilette or zhongli?? and anyone else you want)

multiple characters headcannons!

not petting them.

characters: lyney, gorou, itto, tighnari, neuvillette, zhongli x gn!reader

author's note: ofcccc i think that's a really cute idea!! especially with the specific characters you requested lol hope you enjoy

♡ Lyney

-it is pure evil doing this to him

-you slide your hand over his head and just keep it there.

-he leans into it confusedly.

-"what are you doing?" with his pully dog eyes.

-"nothing, why?" you boldly reply.

-he thought you were about to let him.

-so he just stops leaning into your hand and does the same to you, keeping his hand over your head like that.

-"what?" you ask him.

-"how does it feel to not be petted properly?"

-you just put his hand back down and kiss him on the cheek, telling him it's a prank.

-he just goes red for the rest of the day.

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✿⁠ Gorou

-also pure evil that you're doing this to an actual dog(i would too)

-so just randomly in the day, you come to him, who is in the living room on the couch.

-"need anything?" he asks.

-"no." and that's when you looked as if you were gonna pet him, but you didn't.

-after a few seconds of just staring at eachother while he leans his head into your hand, his tail wagging slowly— he questions you:

-"hm? you can pet me, i don't bite, do i?"

-"nope, wasn't even planning to." and you put your hand back down.

-"you're really mean, y'know?" he says irritatedly.

-"mhm." and you pat him on the head just then.

-he might be a bit sassy throughout the day but not like it bothers you lol

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⑅ Itto

-never written for this guy yet but ok i hope he doesn't turn out ooc or smthn

-so, you go up to him once, talk a bit.

-js everyday talk as if you're not planning to do this to him rn

-and you finally do it, leaving your hand above his head, only brushing against his horns faintly.

-he leans into it, confused about what the hell you're doing.

-"what's that supposed to mean? are you trying to trick ME? the ONE and ONI itto?"

-"no, i didn't want to pet you."

-"liar, liar, pants on fire. i've already seen that trend!" so he did the same to you, trying to mock you.

-"it wasn't the trend-" you try justifying yourself but he cuts you off—

-"then what, you just randomly float your hand above my head? what's that supposed to be? a ufo? i don't think so!!" sassy idiot.

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✷ Tighnari

-he doesn't keep up with the trends at all so you're kinda safe with doing it to him

-so you do it while he's researching something

-some plant idk

-and you come to his room all of a sudden.

-"what do you want? i'm a bit busy now...." he says while giving you a slight smile from his desk.

-"nothing at all, don't worry." so you come up to him and drag your hand over his head, him thinking you'd pet him for being hardworking.

-"why don't you pet me, hm? something wrong?" he's so fucking confused

-"nope, everything's fine." you can't stand to see him so needy of you petting him so you actually pet him.

-"thank you. now go, i hope it's not another trend you're doing."

-"well........... about that—"

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☆ Neuvillette

-he'd be the most confused out of all these guys(excluding itto)

-he was working on some papers with you near him, as you usually do.

-sharing a few words here and there, and then you just act as if you'd pet him (which you ofc don't do)

-"hm? love? what are you doing?" he raises his head from his papers and looks at you instead.

-"nothing."

-"you can pet me if you want?.." he slowly takes your hand himself and puts it on his head.

-so now you just keep you hand still on his head.

-"my dear, what are you doing?" he doesn't understand a single thing happening.

-you just shrugged as he then continued doing his paperwork.

-that's when you decided to just pet him as you wanted to at the start, seeing him smile at you from the side.

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✧ Zhongli

-ehh so i feel like he would know about trends but never expect you to do one of them to him personally

-and you basically decide to take action mid-talk with him.

-"yes, and i've also heard about- what are you doing?" he gets cut off by your hand above his head.

-"nothing, you can continue." you reply innocently.

-"uhm.. okay? so as i was saying, recently, i've heard about how furina is doing currently in fontaine, and i can say i'm very impressed, she has- why are you laughing?" he asks with a confused smile on his face.

-you continue laughing for a bit longer until you actually pet him.

-"it was a prank-" you can't continue due to laughing at him.

-he's confused but also smiling at the same time.

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i hope nothing was too ooc

this was fun

hope you liked it :p

| @mischievouseal | @mariaace <3

[ai-musclebound]

> Ned’s story <

Ned entered the UFO hesitantly. He discovered a strange, whitish shimmering liquid. He looked at it with fascination when suddenly a voice spoke to him. He looked around in confusion until he realized that the voice seemed to be coming from the liquid. "Don't be alarmed; I'm a magical being. I can grant your wishes," the voice said. Ned was perplexed, frightened, but also curious. "I can fulfill any wish you have," the liquid added.

Ned thought for a moment. He was a slender young man who didn't seem very attractive to others, which had always made him feel insecure. So he said, "I wish to be desirable. I want more muscles and... significantly more down there." "All you have to do is touch me,“ the liquid replied.

So Ned followed the instruction and reached into the liquid, which immediately began to coil around his hands and arms. It penetrated through his skin into him. Suddenly, he heard the voice again, but now it seemed to be in his head, as if he were thinking it. "Thank you for inviting me. And now, I want to be honest with you. I am a parasite, and you are now my host."

Panic rose in Ned, but it miraculously disappeared almost instantly. "You see, I promise you won't feel any pain because of me. I can control your emotions." Ned suddenly felt a strange sensation throughout his body. He looked down in disbelief and noticed his pants dramatically bulging. Every muscle in his body swelled to an unimaginable size. "I'm keeping my promise," said the voice. Ned now looked like the god of masculinity!

But he felt lightheaded and had to sit down. More and more of the parasite entered him. He couldn't think clearly, but he sensed his rapidly increasing libido. "Very well," said the parasite, "We will work together just fine. And now, let's go to a bar. Take me to your species." Ned stood up without consciously making the decision to do so.

[synthe4u]

masterlist

A knock sounded through the room.

"Yes?"

"Everything alright in there, love?"

You had been doing your makeup. It was your anniversary after all. It also celebrated him coming back in one piece, other than the slightly burnt and uneven beard he sported. He still wouldn't tell you how it happened.

"Yeah!"

He said something you couldn't quite hear before he opened the door. Walking over to you, he put his arms around your waist.

He kissed your head before murmuring, "Hey love."

You were still doing your makeup and forgot to reply to him. Maybe it was when you took too long to reply that he really took a closer look at what you were doing.

"Really? Mascara? You don't need that."

You remembered how he hadn't known what mascara was at the beginning of your relationship. He always said he called it, "Oil for eyelashes," which he blamed on Laswell. You talked with Laswell about it before and she said she told him that on April Fools. It was a funny moment when you told him when it was called Mascara.

"I do, it's our anniversary!"

"No, you don't," he looked down at his watch, "Love, the dinner is for 8."

"And? It's 7."

"It takes an hour to get there."

"We have time. Just use your secret agency sources and your UFO."

You always joked about his job and if they included UFOs. You didn't exactly know much of what he did, but the UFOs are a funny joke.

He frowned and you noticed. You put the mascara down since you were done.

"Don't frown, you'll get wrinkles faster."

You followed the frown lines that were on his face before they smoothed out into a smile.

He looked at you with such loving eyes that you considered for a moment you didn't need any makeup to feel love from this man.

Though, you still wanted to put on lipstick.

"I'll be ready, right after this."

Right after you put on the final touch, you moved to kiss him which he gladly returned. It was only right after when he looked in the mirror that he realized you rubbed your lipstick off on him.

You giggled at the sight, "Sorry, I guess there was too much lipstick."

(Author's note: Oof, I keep thinking about proper english so I keep thinking of the way official books write which may have messed me up.)

[ppnuggie]

slides in,, claps hands together,, crosses legs,,

hello tumblr user ppnuggie i say ominously

i have a tarn request for you 🦀

first contact au where they dock on earth to snag a run away thats posing as reader's truck!! reader livin their best life pampering their old truck and driving on the beach and then theirs just a massive ass space ship on the beach and then giant ass robots come out and reader "nopes" the fuck outta there but when she gets to the parking lot her trUCK DUMPED HER and now shes having a very awkward staring competition with some purple man thats like "what is that thing?? its so small and squishy?? what do we do with it??" but also "its so cute,, it sounds adorable,, i like it,, i like this thing" and just fuckin,, nabs her

itd be absolutely delicious of you if there was a language barrier

　　　　　　TARN x fem reader

　　　　『　tarn ,, female reader 』

　　-> first contact au w/ tarn

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, lil crack ,, kidnapping

　　— kaon takes reader ,, lmk if you want another part to continue w/ this 🙏

        " are you sure he's here kaon ? i don't remember this planet or sector ." voice gruff and questioning the smaller bot . the red mech nodded ,, optics dark and empty as he smiled . " i'm sure of it , tarn ." he replied . the mech known as tarn nodded in return ,, looking at the scanners aboard the ship known as the peaceful tyranny . there was barely any trace of a cybertronian signal . barely ,, that is . there was a faint dot on the screen ,, showing one life signal .

        " prepare yourselves for departure . lets make this quick ,," tarn said to his crew ,, the djd ,, or better known as the decepticon justice division . " watch out for the life here ,, theyre .... organic ." he said slowly ,, disgust dripping from his words .

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        thankfully there werent a lot of people here today . not exactly hot enough for a beach day ,, per say ,, but you didnt mind that one bit . resting in the driver's seat of your old truck ,, you smothered your face with sunscreen . just because it was 70 degrees out didnt mean you were gonna risk getting toasted by the sun .

        glad there werent too many little kids around ,, you were able to enjoy your little day off without many interruptions . or so you thought ,, when all the sudden a gigantic ass space ship came outta nowhere . aint no way in hell you were gonna let this moment go though ,, knowing the ufos exist and the government was keeping those aliens locked up and away from public . fishing for your phone in your bag ,, you quickly drew it out and snapped your camera app open .

        switching to video ,, you got out your truck and starting to tape the spaceship . this was something outta star wars because aint no way this was government property and a thing for a movie . or maybe it was ? you werent too sure ,, busy being in awe of this majestic ship . until it had landed and out popped its crewmates .

        this had to be for a movie ,, it had to be . nothing like just happens on a wednesday . the most that happens is that commercial with the camel saying its hump day . this sorta thing happens on a friday or sunday . one of the robotic beings opened their mouth ,, static and chirps coming out . you werent too sure what it was saying though .

        it was all fine until they started looking around and one spotted you . it was quite big ,, purple with tank treads maybe ? it surely didnt look like something from the government ,, but it did look like it was some sort of military machine . a shorter yet more lanky one stomped forward ,, water splashing up against its legs as its hands wrapped around your body .

        your phone slipped from your hand ,, eyes wide with shock and jaw dropped open . " hey !" you yelled ,, pointing accusingly at it . " put me down this instant ! who do you think you are ?!" you spat at it . the being looked curious ,, chirping at the purple one you were just looking at .

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        " boss ! look ! its one of those organice you told us about !" kaon exclaimed ,, vos coming up beside him and looking at the creature . " it even gave me its goo ! that must mean we've bonded ! oh boss ,, can i keep it ?" kaok rushed excitedly towards tarn . he shoved the creature up at him ,," just look how cute it is ! please boss ! i promise to take care of it !"

        tarn backed away a bit ,, leaning down slightly to get a better look at it . " fine fine ,, just focus on the task at hand . as long as you keep it in your habsuite only ." the mech grunted ,, waving kaon away as he pulled up his internal scanners .

        tarn would later question his decision . the bot they were looking for had gone into hiding and with night falling ,, the leader had become quite irritated . he would just have to wait ,, it would seem .

[codenamesazanka]

Here's the intro snippet of my AU where Spinner wasn't able to wake Shigaraki up, the League got captured at Jaku, and Shigaraki stayed comatose for like half a year before the HPSC was able to separate AFO (quirk) from him, which would hopefully get rid of his regeneration and they can execute him.

Unexpectedly, the procedure triggered amnesia in Shigaraki, so when he woke up, he only has his memories of Tenko, pre-AFO, though mentally and physically he's still 21-years-old. (he knows things, he just as no memories or experiences attached to knowing) All Might pleaded for stay of execution, and instead give Tenko rehabilitation. It was granted.

Basically Amnesic!Shigaraki/Tenko AU.

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On Thursdays, the man who calls himself All Might comes to visit him. He matches nothing in Tenko’s memories of the Hero Tenko once admired, skeletally skinny where All Might was wide and huge, quiet and serious contrasting boisterous brightness, and in place of the welcoming smile the Hero always had was instead a nearly permanent frown, as if the tips of his mouth were tugged down by invisible weights he carried with him everywhere.

One of those weights is Tenko himself. Yagi won’t admit it, even though it looked like a hundred more kilograms got added to the dreary pull when Tenko had said this. If it weren’t for the fact that his statement is true, Tenko would almost feel like an evil Villain (ha) for dealing such a blow to All Might.

(Honesty isn’t wrong, Tenko had argued to Dr. Neri.

But insensitivity is, the therapist replied.)

“You don’t have to visit me every week,” Tenko says to Yagi, now knowing to roll his words into smooth round balls like the clay he was allowed to play with once. “It’s boring here, and you’ve got other stuff to do, don’t you?”

Meetings to attend. Students to teach. His life to get back to.

“I want to be here,” Yagi says. “I enjoy these visits, Young Tenko.” Then he smiles, but softly.

(Smile back, the therapy voice inside Tenko’s head advises.)

“…Suit yourself,” Tenko says, shrugging, then, remembering himself, stopped his hand from rising to rub at his neck. He places his hands back flat on the table, the cuffs of his gloves clanking against the surface, metal against metal. Turning the sound into taps, he begins recounting all he had done since he saw Yagi last. “Then, this week… I read that book Midoriya recommended, the one about UFOs. I finished the forest puzzle. Dr. Neri brought in macarons, but I didn’t like them much…”

“Too sweet?”

“All strawberry flavored. I guess I’m not a fan of strawberries…”

They chat like that for an hour, Tenko grasping for details to share. His memory is at the point where he can recount every meal he had last week, if out of order. Compared to when he first started rehab, unable to pick out the words he wanted to use, or recall his own age after being told just minutes before, it’s a huge improvement.

Past that, though…

When time’s up, Yagi walks him to his cell, before leaving back into the broken world that Tenko came from but cannot recall.

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In this AU post-Jaku, Hero Society has captured Shigaraki and most of the League/PLF; Tartarus is still locked up; now it’s promising the masses that things will ‘go back to normal’. everyone kinda wants to swept away the whole mess and move on learning not a single thing.

Most of the public thinks Shigaraki is locked up deep in Tartarus, shackled 24/7; instead of at a very guarded private villain hospital undergoing rehab. All Might really wants Tenko to be rehabilitated. He also really hopes Tenko will never regain his memories of being Shigaraki. No one does. They hope to iron out all his edges (both amnesia-induced and seemingly innate) too. Clean slate.

The story told to Tenko is that he has been kidnapped and held prisoner by a Villain for the past 15 years. He was only recently rescued, but thanks to a psychic quirk attack, he lost his memories. He unfortunately was forced to participate in criminal acts, so he's in prison/rehab. Tenko is generally agreeable, tho feeling stifled. He is very aware of this giant void of information no one is telling him, but reluctantly trusts his doctors that it's just temporary as he makes his recovery. He is also very aware of the way people treat him - so careful, so aloof, so wary - but given how he's a criminal, that's probably to be expected. Still hurts, though.

Trouble starts when Tenko slowly starts regaining his Shigaraki memories. The HPSC wants to execute him. The doctors think it's possible to have him regain his memories while 'keeping' non-dangerous, non-villainous Tenko. They just have to help him regain his memories in a controlled manner.

Enter Iguchi Shuuichi. Weakest member of the League, but still have been locked in Tartarus for the past year. He's not doing well. But the doctors think he's the safest option to introduce to Tenko to help nudge memories out, so he's now allowed weekly supervised visits to Shigaraki Tenko. Before the visits started, psychologists drilled into him what he can or cannot do, what he can or cannot bring up. They also went and mindfucked him by convincing him that his relationship with Shigaraki was fake and toxic, he was essentially accessory to AFO's long-term grooming and Stockholm Syndrome, and if he cared about his friend at all, he'll help them rehabilitate Tenko. Yeah, Shuuichi was not doing well, but he'll endure it to be able to see his friend again.

They're fast friends, Tenko and Shuuichi, despite Shuuichi's depression and nervousness. They play games together, they watch TV together, but often they can just talk and talk for the entire hour. There's a deep sadness to Shuuichi, though, that Tenko wished he could help unravel and dissipate. When he tried, once, asking about Shuuichi's hometown, about Shuuichi's school days, Shuuichi got bodily taken out of the meeting room by guards and the following week's session was canceled.

(Prohibited Topic: Bullying. Risk of triggering aggression in Tenko.)

Tenko didn't like that.

Eventually, he finds that there are many things he actually doesn't like. He doesn't like that all the books and media allowed into his cell must be pre-approved. He doesn't like the way he gets interrogated for each recovered memory. He doesn't like the way Toshinori looked so grim when Tenko decided to switch from 'boku' to 'ore'. And most of all, he doesn't like the way Shuuichi looks so empty and haunted, so quiet and passive. It's because of this place, Tenko feels. They might be criminals, they might be Villains, but they shouldn't be made to feel so small and cornered.

This is the way things work here, the doctors tell Tenko.

Then I hate it, Tenko thinks, and feels a strange intense burst of energy in his chest.

-

Lots of stuff happen. More bad than good. For the end of the fic, though, this is what I think:

Toga, who escaped Heroes, and has been regrouping with other escaped PLF members, shows up on Gigantomachia at the hospital to rescue Tenko. Tenko has a choice: Go with Toga, or retreat with the staff to wait for Heroes. This is where everyone waits to see if the months of rehabilitation had worked…

To everyone’s disappointment and some surprise, Tenko decides to go with Toga.

Someone yells. "Tenko. Don’t leave. You were doing so well."

"...Was I?"

"Don’t you remember? Wanting to be a Hero? You told us that yourself."

"…I remember wanting to help people. I remember wanting to be kind."

"Yes, exactly! That’s still you—"

"—That’s why. I want to save people... even if they are the ones Heroes don’t. Even if no one else does. If I want to be a hero… then it’s to all the ones that get ignored."

Then Tenko joins Toga and they goes to get Shuuichi Spinner. Let's throw in Tenko rescuing Spinner in bridal carry too, somehow.

[kissorkill16]

Company: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky brings Trinity over for the first time.

Nicky caught up with Trinity and walked beside her, "Hey!", he said, getting her attention. Trinity turned to look at him.

"Glad you didn't sneak up on me this time.", said Trinity.

"Yeah, I learned from last time.", said Nicky, "I do admire your strength though."

"Thanks."

They walked beside each other, minding their own businesses. It was silent for a moment longer before Nicky spoke up again.

"Do you want to come over to my house?", he asked his new friend, "My parents won't be home for another hour, so I normally just do whatever until they come back."

Trinity's eyes widened, "You just do whatever you want?"

"Kind of.", replied Nicky, "Mom and Dad have to work and travel a bunch, so I gotta find some way to keep myself entertained until they get home."

Trinity thought about it for a moment.

Her mind flashed back to the time where Principal Abanate stopped by her house to warn her about Nicky and his bad behavior. She seemed to know a lot about this kid.

But Trinity's barely known him for a week, so who was she to judge?

She nodded, deciding to take him up on his offer. If her parents asked her where she was, she could always say she was walking home with her friends.

"That sounds really nice, Nicky. I'd love to go to your house."

The walk home was silent until they walked onto Nicky's front porch. When he tried to open the door, his shoulders sank when he realized it was locked.

"Mom forgot to make me a spare key.", he mumbled. He turned to Trinity, "Follow me.", he said. Then he ran to the side of his house.

Trinity followed the boy, despite being super confused. She was even more confused when he just started climbing his trellis.

"It's my spare entryway.", he said as he noticed Trinity's confused face. When he finally got into his window, he motioned for her to follow him.

Trinity was hesitant, but she reluctantly climbed up the trellis and into Nicky's bedroom. She just wished she wore better shoes if she knew she was going to have to climb today.

She looked around Nicky's room to see a bunch of Alien movie posters and Talking Heads posters hung up on his walls, and the shelves held a bunch of conspiracy theory books, old toy UFOS and dismantled CB radios.

One thing that sat alone on one shelf was a piano like machine with an air horn glued to it. Nicky noticed her looking at it, so he decided to give her a little surprise.

He picked up the machine and talked into the microphone, "This is my fart noise machine.", he said.

A loud, juicy fart echoed through the room.

In an instant, Nicky fell to the floor, hugging his sides and laughing so hard. Trinity just stared at him in a bit of amusement and disgust.

"He really is a weirdo.", she thought, she looked around the room again, "And a nerd."

Nicky slowly got up, still wiping his eyes from laughing so hard that he started to cry a little bit. "I'm sorry, I just had to. It's been a while since I've played with that thing.", he said in between giggles.

Trinity walked around the room, hands behind her back. "Well you could still play with it, no one's forcing you to follow Mr. Peterson everywhere."

Suddenly, Nicky stopped laughing altogether. He looked down at the floor, his eyes hinting sadness. Trinity noticed this and began to grow worried.

"What's the matter?", she asked. "Was it something I said?"

Nicky put his hands up, "No no, of course not. It's just...", he sighed. "Look, the more time I spend playing with my toys, the more I realize that Mr. Peterson could be killing his next victim. So I thought it'd be best for me to just put all of this aside until justice finally gets served."

Trinity raised her eyebrows. "Ah, okay.", she said.

Nicky sat down on his bed and pulled out a box full of spy gear from underneath. "We could use this to gain more info on Mr. Peterson."

Trinity sat next to Nicky, listening to him ramble on about the gear.

As he talked, Trinity couldn't help but not pay too much attention. Why? Because she was looking at something she didn't know that she liked.

Nicky's eyes.

They were so beautifully sparkly and jade. Her favorite color was normally purple or violet, but her second favorite color was the color of Nicky's eyes.

She thought it was jade, it could be jade. Maybe blue green, turquoise, or light blue.

Either way, they put a warm feeling in her heart.

Those eyes were so lovely, lively, full of joy, and they just glistened in the reflection of the other pair of goggles in the box he held.

She thought she should stop staring at them so much before it got too creepy, but they were just...impossible to look away from.

Just then, a knock on the door came, making Nicky drop the box in his hands. A man and woman stood at the door. The man had brown hair and a blue shirt, and the woman had black hair and a violet shirt.

"Huh.", said the woman, "I would've cleaned if I knew you were gonna bring company over, Nicky."

Nicky fell to the floor, picking up all of the gadgets that fell out of the box. "Mom! Dad! When did you guys get back?", he asked through nervous giggles.

"Don't change the subject, young man. It would be nice if you could call us to let us know -"

"Work wrapped up earlier than we expected.", said the man, interrupting his wife. "Who's your friend here?"

Trinity waved at the man and woman, who she just put together were Nicky's parents. "Hi, I'm Trinity. Trinity Bales. Me and my family just moved in a couple weeks ago."

The woman smiled, "Nice to meet you, Trinity.", she said. "Do your folks know you're here?"

Trinity's eyes widened a little. Her parents had no idea she was here, no idea that she was still hanging out with Nicky after Principal Abanate specifically told her not to associate with him. But she calmed down.

"Yeah, I texted them before I came here.", she said. She looked back at Nicky with pleading eyes, and Nicky nodded in agreement.

The man clapped his hands, smiling wide. "You kids want some snacks? We got Zingers, Twinkies, Ding Dongs, Ho Ho's, Suzy Q's -"

Trinity put her hands up, "Kind offer, sir. But I have to decline.", she said, pointing to her stomach. "Diabetic."

The man looked down at his shoes, a little ashamed, but he quickly perked up. "Well that's alright. I can always run to the store and grab some sugarless cookies if you like.", he offered.

"That would be very nice."

And just like that, the man left the room, leaving his wife to the kids.

"He did the same thing the last time Nicky brought friends over.", she said to Trinity. "Y'know, Nicky's has friends over before, but he's never brought just one friend over."

Trinity looked at the woman in confusion, "What's the matter?"

"I just didn't think Nicky would want a relationship so early."

Nicky dropped the box again and his face turned red, "W-What?!", he said as he turned to his mother. "Mom, she's not my girlfriend!"

"I didn't say she was, I was just -"

Nicky pushed his mother out of the room, looking down at the floor to hide his red face. "Well, we're busy, Mom! So come back when Dad's back with the sugarless snacks! Bye now!"

Then he shut the door.

He looked back at Trinity, who was looking at him with her cheeks as red as his face.

"I'm sorry about that, Trin.", said Nicky. "My parents can be a little embarrassing at times."

Trinity crossed her arms and looked at the floor, "Yeah, I understand. My parents are like that sometimes too. Especially my mom."

Nicky went back to his bed and sat down, "Well, regardless of how embarrassing they are, I love them anyway. They make me happy with just their presence.", he said. "Now, back to the walkie talkies."

Nicky continued to ramble about the spy gear in the box, and Trinity resumed to just staring at those beautiful jade eyes she liked so much for some reason.

As she was lost in her trance, Nicky suddenly stopped talking when he realized that Trinity was looking directly into his eyes. His face turned red again. "What?", he asked.

Trinity snapped out of her trance and looked away all flustered. "N-Nothing. Sorry.", she quickly said. "Just keep talking about the walkie talkies."

A moment of silence passed through the room, then Nicky resumed to talking about the spy gear and how it worked.

Both their faces red.

[holographic-mars]

How did Cosmos and Soundwave get together? Were they pining for centuries or were they open about feelings? How did other mechs react to them being together?

OUHH I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS ONE I STRUGGLE TO MAKE A DECISION,, I was actually talking with a mootie (FORGIVE ME MOOTIE I FORGOT TO REPLY IM SO SORRY) about this and I still couldn’t make up my mind on how I think they’d get together.

There’s definitely pining. Cosmos is the first one to realize his feelings and he tries really hard to deny them at first. He’s not had a good history with relationships and he fully believes that Soundwave is WAYY out of his league (unfortunately, he’s not very subtle with his feelings, and the cassettes find out nearly right away and tease him so badly about it).

Soundwave doesn’t develop feelings right away; it starts off as a fascination with Cosmos. Cosmos is insecure yet bold, he’s funny and a little airheaded but incredibly capable and has a quick wit. Soundwave eventually gets comfortable and content with Cosmos, and it kind of all hits him at once. Soundwave suddenly realizes how safe and warm and happy he feels with the autobot, and his plating suddenly feels hot and his spark feels like it might burst out of his chest. He quickly pushes the feeling down and goes on about his day.

They pine for eachother in such an obvious and embarrassing way that everyone around them is so sick of it and so confused as to why they can’t see how obsessed they are with one another. I like to think that Cosmos gets bold eventually, he’s comfortable with Soundwave and the cassettes teasing sort of puts a fire under him to start subtly, almost jokingly, trying to court Soundwave. Of course the mech doesn’t realize it at first—his recordicons had to sit him down one day and spell it out for him, that when Cosmos offers to bake his favorite treats and watch some earth documentaries with him it’s not a completely platonic gesture.

As Soundwave becomes more receptive to Cosmos’ courting gestures (and eventually subtly returns them) Cosmos gets more bold and sappy with his flirting. He learns that Soundwave likes directness. He learns that Soundwave gets flattered easily by cute ufos. Once they start actually ‘dating’, he also learns that he needs approval from all five of Soundwave’s recordicons to even think about conjunxing the mech. And he decides it’s all worth it for Soundwave.

Anyways this is so all over the place I’m so sorry 😭 I like to think that getting together was very long and drawn out because both of them are pretty hesitant and kinda don’t really know what they’re doing, but by god Cosmos has more cheesy pickup lines than he knows what to do with so he’s gonna use them.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK IM SORRU IT TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER!!! ��💚🛸🛸

[nevesmose]

Fic ideas: Sevatar's first week as First Captain, where he realizes how many cats he has to herd as part of his new position? Konrad and Mortarion being awful bffs together? Horus and his scrungly new goth brother? Kyroptera joint venting session?

Last Chance on 8th Street

So in a perhaps too literal interpretation I combined "Sevatar's first week herding cats" with "Horus and his scrungly goth brother" and this was where things ended up. Trying to go for a kind of The Iron Giant "stereotypical 1950s USA that never really existed" vibe I think?

Somewhere in the idealised American past, a no-good street punk is sentenced to community service.

He's just so bald, Sevatar thought unkindly as he looked at the back of Police Chief Horus Lupercal's head. So goddamn bald.

It definitely wasn't the first time he had been in the back of a police car, but it was the first time he'd done it without his hands cuffed behind his back.

"You should consider yourself very fortunate to get away with community service after what you did," Horus said, staring daggers at him in the rear-view mirror. "But my father the mayor has decided to try out a new rehabilitation policy on you instead."

That explained the personal chauffeur treatment, Sevatar supposed, grimacing at yet another mention of my father the mayor. If they ever made a talking Horus Lupercal doll, that's what it would say every time you pulled its string.

"Gee whiz, Chief," Sevatar said insincerely. "All this fuss over a little jaywalking?"

"Jaywalking," Horus repeated flatly.

"Yeah, jaywalking. I jaywalked all the way across town at three in the morning to a nice suburban house and then I jaydrove off in their Cadillac. I pulled some jaydonuts in it and then I jayburned it." He shrugged expressively. "But it started with jaywalking."

Horus didn't reply as they halted next to a low, nondescript building with a sign saying 8th STREET MUNICIPAL CAT SHELTER.

"Here we are," he announced. "Your community service. Get out. It's time you met my brother."

"Oh yeah?" Sevatar left the car, scowling, and adjusted his leather jacket with an air of immense self-importance. "And which brother would that be exactly? Because it feels like there's about a hundred of you. Which reminds me," he added nastily, "give my sympathies to Mrs Mayor."

"A real comedian, aren't you?" Horus replied. "Let me put it this way. He's not one of the ones my father the mayor allows to be seen in public."

"Oh shit, is it the crazy one? The one the Army did all those psychic UFO mind control experiments on?"

"Is that what they say about him?" Horus asked innocently. He shouldered open the main door of the building and led Sevatar into a small, dimly-lit reception area empty except for a few metal folding chairs, a desk with a disconnected rotary phone on it, and a poster of a cat on one wall.

"He must be out in the yard," Horus said, gesturing to a door leading to the rear of the building. "And just remember," he continued, turning to point a finger at Sevatar, "when you fail at this, which you will because you're nothing but a worthless punk, I will be here to arrest you personally. Have fun."

With that he left, either ignoring or not hearing Sevatar's response. Sevatar shrugged, lit up a cigarette and headed out into the yard behind the building.

Whatever he'd expected, it wasn't this - an open, grass-covered space dotted with trees and what looked like a variety of homemade cat-sized climbing frames, scratching posts and houses.

And above all, what looked like thousands of cats, everywhere he looked. The most cats he'd ever seen. Like in that horror movie about birds, but... with cats. For some reason every single one of them was some variety of black, grey or white in colour.

Sitting cross-legged in the centre of the yard, surrounded by his own personal clowder, was Konrad Curze, the crazy one of the Mayor's sons.

He was tall, tall enough that you could see it even sitting down, and far thinner than any healthy person should be. He wore grey jeans and a black turtleneck sweater which, combined with his long black hair and intense dark eyes, made him look like a kind of depressed, disappointed beatnik.

The cat hair all over his clothes didn't help.

"Those things will kill you," Curze said, looking over at Sevatar. His voice was raspy, like he'd either used it far too much or far too little.

"What, the cats?"

He shook his head and gently pushed a tuxedo cat with a peculiar marking on its forehead off his lap so he could stand up and walk over to Sevatar. "Cigarettes. Cats will just eat you after you die."

He had to be seven feet tall at least. Sevatar, who fell back on humour at times of uncertainty, found himself compelled to make some kind of remark.

"What's the weather like up there, Legs?"

"Bright and breezy," Curze replied in the same whispery tone. "You must be Jago Sevatarion, here to serve the community."

"It's Sevatar. And yeah, I guess so. Didn't think it would be a community of cats though."

"Cats are vital to the community," Curze replied. "While their actions in keeping down pest populations may seem brutal, or even downright sadistic, their overall contribution is very positive to society."

"Right. But what about, like... endangered birds? Don't they hunt them too?"

"That's utterly irrelevant to me, Sevatar. I just like cats."

They walked together around the yard, with Curze describing in great detail the various duties involved in running the shelter and Sevatar mostly trying not to step on any of the residents.

Eventually his curiosity got the better of him. "You know, they say you're crazy," he ventured at a stopping point in Curze's feline monologue while he was being shown the special-care area.

"They're right," Curze answered bluntly. "Now, Malcharion here is very old and needs his food mushed up with some water."

"Okay. But you don't seem too crazy right now."

Curze paused and looked at him. "I have good days and bad days," he said. "Today is a good day. Do not under any circumstances let Gendor near any of the other cats' food," he added, pointing at a malevolent-looking grey tabby. "He is entirely untrustworthy."

In the end they agreed that Sevatar would be back at nine the next morning, but when the next morning came he woke up at half past eight with no possible way to get to 8th Street on time.

So he gave up and just kind of wandered around, smoking and making vague plans to skip town. That was something people did, after all. Just vanishing one day.

His thoughts were interrupted by a blurry black shape looming up in his peripherial vision. It quickly resolved itself into Konrad Curze and his cat-hair-covered turtleneck who grabbed him forcefully.

"You should be at the cat shelter," Curze rasped, somehow making the phrase into the most terrifying threat Sevatar had ever heard. The taller man had him pinned up against the wall, just about lifting him off his feet through sheer wiry strength, but then he suddenly drew back.

"You weigh hardly anything, Sevatar," he said. "When did you last eat?"

Sevatar told him, and that was how the man who up until that point had seemed intent on killing him insisted on going to the nearest diner instead.

Curze sat opposite him in their booth with a cup of coffee while Sevatar, who had taken the statement to get whatever you want well and truly to heart, was working his way through a cheeseburger, fries, soda, milkshake and a sundae the size of a toddler.

"Today hasn't been a good day," Curze said, as if that explained everything. "I'm given to understand that for you it's this or prison. Is that right?"

Sevatar shrugged. "And, so what if it is?"

Curze thought for a moment, clasping his long fingers around his coffee cup.

"It's very much the same for me," he said eventually. "If I fail at this I'll be of no use at all to my father the Mayor, as Horus so endearingly puts it."

"Is that so?" Sevatar said, or at least intended to say, around a mouthful of burger. It came out as more of a generic inquisitive sound which didn't seem to bother Curze.

"The next step from there would be a long stay at an institution somewhere very far away and, I think, an eventful appointment with a lobotomist. It would be as if I never existed at all."

"That's rough," Sevatar said, not entirely unkindly.

Curze gave a rueful smile. "That's my father," he replied. "He's done it before with his little disappointments. Did you know there used to be twenty of us?"

"No," Sevatar replied, "I didn't know that."

On impulse, he wiped the fry grease off on his white T-shirt and then held out his hand to Curze.

"I'll make you a deal," he said. "Let's help each other to stay out of institutions as long as we can. Just don't try to kill me again."

They shook hands and started discussing how to herd cats.

[unremarkablehouse]

Respite

PG |MSR URST| WC 1183| AO3

Tagging: @today-in-fic

Summary: Set during S2 Little Green Men, Scully takes Mulder to a motel in Miami to recuperate after they flee Puerto Rico. Once he’s recovered from the dehydration she has some questions regarding his mysterious lunch date.

The air conditioner buzzed in the dark hotel room, blocking out the Miami heat but blowing the blinds just enough to let slithers of light in. He should be sleeping, between the dehydration and the state he was in when Scully found him, a hospital stay with some fluids would have been the smarter choice. Then again, if Mulder had made smarter decisions he wouldn’t be lying in a budget motel with his favorite redhead using his chest as her own personal body pillow and taped evidence of UFOs.

“You’re not sleeping? Are you feeling nauseous again? Drink your fluids.”

Mumbled from his chest Scully blindly reached for his Gatorade concoction on the bedside table and pushed it on him. With a slight chuckle, Mulder obediently drank, he knew not to argue with a sleepy Dr Scully, especially seeing she had just saved his life and risked herself for no other reason than to help him.

“I’m okay Scully, the sunlight just woke me up I think. Go back to sleep.”

Putting the empty bottle on the bedside table, Mulder gently stroked Scully’s hair and let out a yawn. ‘Why did she come?’ His brain was now fixated on that question and he couldn’t stop churning it over in his mind. They were no longer Partners and he had not been a particularly good friend to her since The X Files was shut down.

“Mulder, what’s wrong? You’re tensing up, are you feeling nauseous?”

Sitting up to look at him, Scully inspected his pupils, gently running her hands through his hair more than was medically necessary.

“Why are you here Scully?”

Scully’s eyes crinkled in confusion and a frown formed on her lips.

“I was worried about you. I didn’t know what trouble you got yourself into- I just thought you might need me.”

Grabbing her hand with his Mulder slowly made eye contact with Scully, letting her see the vulnerability in his eyes without the usual mask of deflection he normally wore as a defense mechanism.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friend like you- if ever. Scully, I’m sorry I’ve been an ass, I didn’t want to risk something happening to you. It was stupid, thank you for being here.”

Nestling back down on Mulder’s chest, Scully made herself comfortable as she replied.

“You’re welcome Mulder, but no more clandestine outings in D.C ok?”

“Fine.”

“Your heart rate has slowed down and your breathing is a lot less labored now, I think the hydration solution is working.”

With a smile Mulder scoffed.

“No, I think it’s just having you here. For the first time in months I feel this overarching sense that things are going to be okay. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I also have this strange urge to protect you.”

With her eyes still closed, a feint smile was the only hint that gave her amusement away.

“That’s not surprising Mulder, studies have shown that our bodies are wired to respond to physical contact after a traumatic event, the autonomic nervous system floods the body with hormones to help deactivate the flight or fight reflexes. As for the impulse to protect me, I assume that’s just a latent Neanderthal complex.”

Mulder’s body vibrated with a chuckle, holding Scully closer to him as he replied.

“Keep talking like that Scully and I won’t be clubbing you and bringing you back to my cave.”

“Don’t worry Mulder, if someone breaks in here you can flail at them with your club while I grab my gun and shoot them.”

“My protector!”

A silence fell over the room and Mulder marveled at how much he missed this playful banter with Scully. Her sharp wit always kept him on his toes he mused, as he brushed an errant strain of hair off her face.

“Speaking of potential threats Mulder, you got a call from a woman while I was at your apartment. She seemed pretty mad; you stood her up for your lunch date?”

Scully was proud that her voice had managed to make her inquiry sound casual, but she was very interested in the details. Mulder tried to fein obliviousness for a moment but the moment he looked into Scully’s sharp eyes he knew she wasn’t buying it and crumbled.

“Oh, that was Becky from forensic accounting.”

This got Scully’s attention and she bolted upright.

“Wait, you asked Becky out?! You know she stole my lunch Mulder!”

Trying to hide his amusement at Scully’s reaction, Mulder held his hands up in defense.

“It was just yogurt-”

“It had my name on it and she ate it in front of me! What kind of person does that? Seriously, of all the people at the FBI, I can’t believe you asked her out.”

Scully punctuated her rant with a hard shove on Mulder’s shoulder, and moved away from him on the bed. With a glare she violently grabbed the pillow under his head and took it for herself as she turned her back to him. With a hard thud Mulder’s head hit the bed, and he couldn’t help but be amused by Scully’s reaction, he liked that this bothered her. Rolling over to invade Scully’s space, Mulder tried to gently touch Scully’s arm but she pulled away dramatically.

“It’s not like that Scully. I needed a cover for my trip, so I asked her to lunch to throw anyone off the trail because she's not discreet and would tell half the Hoover building we had plans.”

Mulder rolled back, lying flat on the bed and letting his words sink in.

“Wait, you asked her out to lunch knowing you were going to stand her up?”

“Well, you told me she stole your yogurt- ”

“Mulder! She sounded really pissed, what are you going to say when you see her?”

“I’ll say ‘sorry’, and if that doesn’t work maybe you can shoot her?”

“Deal.”

With a chuckle Scully handed Mulder back the pillow and resumed her position of lying on his chest. It took only seconds for her to start feeling the sweet pull of sleep calling her.

“Hey Scully-“

Knowing he wouldn’t stop unless she acknowledged him Scully uttered a reply.

“Yeah…”

“I love you.”

“Thanks Mulder. Maybe, I’d love you more if you shut up so we could get some sleep.”

With a snort Mulder acknowledged her request but she could feel he wasn’t finished yet.

“Can you get me the 2inch player from Quantico Monday? I want you to be there when I play you back what I heard, it was crazy!”

“Yes Mulder, but don’t get your hopes up, there was a lot of electrical discharge in the room. We don’t know if the recording was ok or what we can even do with it.”

“I know, I just want you to hear it.”

“Mulder. Sleep.”

“Fine. At least I know not to eat your yogurt.”

“Don’t make me shoot you.”

And with that they both fell into a heavy sleep, their bodies strung out on adrenaline, needing to fuel up for whatever awaited them at home.

[caffstrink]

Have you ever thought about what kindof musical themes would be associated with your OCs? Like, what their theme tune or leitmotif might be played on, that kind of thing?

First off im so sorry for not replying earlier ive kept this in my drafts for like a year

Rubs my hand evily like a little hungry fly YEEEESSS YESSSS YESSSSSSSSSS

Honestly tho i dont rly have much (if any) musical knowledge to be able to use precise or specific terms for musical theory stuff or the right name for certain instruments, so overall i can only try describe the ~vibe~ for what each character/setting would be, also since i was given the opportunity to talk about the topic ill just go ham and talk way more than what was asked bc honestly what are the chances of being asked about this in the future? Hashtag yolo 2012

This is gonna get long so i apologize in advance to those who dont care. ill try to clump characters together by emojis, first emoji for setting/universe and second for character

👼💖For cupid/arisu i imagine music box notes, happy pop and "sparkly" over-the-top cheery music like magical girl anime openings, one of the main musical inspirations for her and a song i like to listen to when i draw her is pururin and dokuro-chan's op

👼💚Levia-tan/himari would also have the music box motif but in lower notes, a song much more subtle than cupid's but slowly building up energy over time until it's ready to snap.

🍄🐐 Juandice would be folk music, but often getting off-key as to give an unsettling tone. A song i think that enclapsulates his vibe perfectly is AJJ's A Song Dedicated To The Memory Of Stormy The Rabbit (ive been meaning to do a juan animatic to this song for a while now but i never get around to it)

🍄⛪ father rot id like it to be very unsettling off-key strings. Maybe a little bit of carnival sounding music but very very faintly. Kinda giving you a vibe the guy isnt good news but at the same time there's something unnatural about him it just makes you curious

🪐🛸 ak-47 happy cheery chiptune music, voice synthesizers (aka vocaloids etc) and breakcore, something like Anamanaguchi, METAROOM, pinocchio-p's older music (hello there earthling, nina, loney ufo)

🪐🍀 clovers is a tough one, i can imagine it being a song structured in three parts where the first is the normal theme, something more old school sounding like DS soundfont. Think pokemon BW's soundtrack. The second part is a more raw, loud, incomprehensible type of music like Shinsei Kamattechan, specifically Ikareta NEET. Third part would be a much quieter, sadder version of the first part melody. Think of how Snowy during genocide route in Undertale.

😈🗡 Alma would be metal instruments, specifically guitar riffs

😈🍥 carol would be trash metal/grunge, bass

😈🏥 cirrus would be either drums or piano. I like Unreasonable Behavior from offgame and Alone In Town from silent hill as examples

😈🦇 fontini would be music box and intense sounding music. At the price of oblivion from homestuck is a good example

😈🦟 dominic would be spanish guitar.

😈⚡paloma indie rock/acid rock guitar

😈⚔ rouxinol.. im not sure. Something very intense and intimidating sounding, but i dont know instruments that much. For now i can just say in my mind it sounds like something out of carpenter bruts music

😈💎 lyre would be a specific genre of pop that idk the name. Venus by lady gaga, heavun by hemlock springs, glorious by muse.

👿🐦 corbin would be among "instruments that arent instruments" like industrial noise music. Music that sounds like it was composed entirely out of regular warehouse tools. Dentist drills included

This isnt all of my ocs but if theyre not included then its bc i dont have much in mind musically for them

[courtleymanor]

[ID: cut to close-up of argenta. “not exactly,” she replies. “my internal chronometer was taken from the interstellar spacecraft you refer to as the UFO. it is essentially the same device which powers the time machine.” /end ID]