#we should all fear Griffin Rock

[pod-the-panda]

The Rescue Bots are very much posted all over social media in Griffin Rock, and with how much both the Autobots, Decepticons, and the government look on social media for evidence of cybertronians, you would think they would find out about the Rescue Nots. But no.

So, either A) Griffin Rock has just, miraculously managed to avoid all main land online services??? Or, more likely, B) everyone has just accepted that Griffin Rock is so technologically advanced that the idea to question anything they say has never even crossed their mind. “Griffin Rock says they are machine robots. Well, what do I know!”

"Hm, that car over there is suspicious, we better check it out. Might be an alien.”

“Oh hey, this is a video of a fire truck turning into a robot and talking to the people around them. Oh well, that's just Griffin Rock. Haha.”

In conclusion, we should all fear Griffin Rock.

[guardian-of-fandoms]

"WHAT WAS HE THINKING?!?!"

Kade pounded against the translucent barrier, the skin of his knuckles growing white.

"He's going to get himself killed!!! He can't take on his morocco alone, he could've died the last time!!"

Charlie grabbed Kade, gently pulling him away.

"Kade. I need you to calm down, son. We'll figure this out, we'll find him."

Kade's breaths were heaving, his eyes burning.

".... Something is wrong here, Dad. Something is seriously wrong. Think about it!"

"What do you mean?"

".... He told me I- his Kade- used himself as a Shield for him. Don't think for one second I wouldn't do that, because I would. But... Why was he there at all?"

".... He should've been in the command center..."

"Yes! Why was he there? We would've NEVER intentionally brought him somewhere potentially dangerous, so why was he there?"

Charlie was stunned, as he realized Kade was right.

Something wasn't adding up.

Graham suddenly pushed past them, peering through the barrier.

"Heatwave! Are you alright?!"

Heatwave groaned, struggling, but still trapped in place.

"I'm stuck, but i'll live."

Graham frowned, trying to remember what he could about the Alternate Cody's gear.

"He let Doc and I study his equipment when we were fixing it up. That looks like the same type of EMP block he used on Blades, Chase, and Boulder earlier. It should wear off in about Ten minutes."

"We don't have ten minutes!"

Kade nodded, meeting heatwave's gaze.

"Please tell me somebody knows how to get out of here! We need to find that hothead before Morocco does!"

Dani leaned down, staring at the metal blocks generating the barrier.

The blocks were engulfed into the barrier, Dani's hand getting stung by the sparks as she tried to grab at it.

"Ah!"

"You okay?"

Blades leaned down, and Dani nodded.

"Yeah, just stung me."

Doc, examining another block, suddenly paused.

He pushed his hand against his block, before glancing over at Dani, seeing the sparks flickering from her block.

"... Dani, I believe you just found our escape! Chase, we need you!"

Chase gingerly made his way over, as Doc explained,

"The blocks generating the field all appear to be linked, and this one appears faulty!"

Dani nodded, smirking at the fading red mark on her hand.

"I get it, take out this one, and we're free."

Doc nodded, then motioned to chase.

"Chase, if you can disable the block with the right voltage, it should dissolve the entire barrier."

Chase nodded, extending his Tazers.

"I would suggest getting back."

Everyone crowded to the back of the dome, with Blades and Boulder standing in front of the humans.

Chase leaned close to the faulty block, charging up his electricity.

He let the charge built, then blasted, plunging his wrists against the block.

"AUGH"

Chase couldn't help his cry, pained from the voltage shooting through him, but held steady.

"YOU'VE GOT THIS, CHASE!!"

"HANG IN THERE, PARTNER!"

Chase steeled himself, and with a final surge, he was sent reeling back, gasping.

"Easy, buddy!"

Boulder was quick to stabilize him, Chase letting out a quiet groan of pain as his wrists sputtered and sparked.

But the block faltered, and the dome flicked, before completely disappearing.

Everyone cheered, Chase regaining his strength as Charlie patted his leg.

"Great work, Partner, you okay?"

"I am operational, Sir."

Boulder made his way to Heatwave, prying off the EMP device.

"Better?"

"Much."

Heatwave stretched, haunted by the pain in the other Cody's face.

"... I don't get it, I really don't... It killed him to do that..."

Kade came up beside him, nodding.

"Something's wrong here, and If we don't find him NOW, He's going to get himself killed!"

"Working on it!"

Doc and Graham were huddled over another tablet, when Charlie's phone dinged.

"Griffin Rock Emergency- WHAT?! Okay, Okay, we're on our way, try to remain calm."

Charlie's face dropped, the fear showing in his eyes as he relayed to the team,

"I just got a call from the school, Cody and Frankie disappeared from the campsite."

"WHAT?!"

Doc gasped in horror, nearly letting the tablet fall to the ground, Graham scrambling to grab it.

"OH, DEAR!"

"We'll find them, they can't have gone far."

There was a ding from the tablet, and Graham's face paled.

".... Oh no...."

"What, did you locate him?"

Graham silently turned the tablet screen around.

A frigid terror swept over the team, as the tracker pointed to the woods.

-

The alternate Cody's eyes were glued to the screen of Doc's tablet, the chime telling him he was going in the right direction.

The case for the EMP hung heavy at his side, forcing him to constantly shift his weight to stay steady on the hoverboard, but heavier was his guilt.

His eyes still burned with dampness, but he forced himself ahead.

No turning back now.

Not after betraying the ones he came to save.

The board wound through the expanses of the woods, the glow from the power core and his arm casting eerie lights through the dark trees.

The tablet chimed, and he scanned the area intently.

He was close.

"You can't hide from me, Morocco."

"Ah, there you are.... Who says I was hiding?"

Cody heard the voice but couldn't see the source.

He spun around in a tight circle, scanning the trees as he scrambled to adjust his supplies, the gold energy crackling around his cybernetic.

"SHOW YOURSELF!"

His glitched, garbled voice seemed to echo from everywhere.

"How fascinating.... The intricacies of another reality are oh so fickle, are they not? So similar, so different. And yet.... You were drawn to them..."

"I tried to avoid them, keep them out of this, they didn't exactly give me a choice."

"You say that now.... But we both know you were tempted. The family you lost, just as they were before they... departed."

"YOU DON'T GET TO TALK ABOUT THEM!"

He leapt off the hoverboard, his helmet opening as the gold glow in his eyes illuminated the fury etched across his face.

"YOU TOOK THEM FROM ME!!! EVERYTHING I'VE DONE HAS BEEN SO I CAN TAKE MY REVENGE, GET JUSTICE FOR MY FAMILY!!"

The snap of branches caught his ear, and he whipped around, his focus steeling at the sight of the looming figure, bathed in darkness.

The monster's piercing red eyes cast an unsettling glow across the shadows, Cody instinctively raising his arm out, letting sparks crackle along his fingertips.

"How ironic... You've devoted yourself to destroying me, and yet... We're quite similar, you and I."

"I. AM. NOTHING LIKE YOU!"

He fired a blast, the gold energy shooting through the darkness, only to collide against the monster's metallic chest as he stepped forth.

Morocco emerged from the shadows, his tall, twisted form on full display, allowing Cody to see the repairs in his frame, miscellaneous pieces of scrap used to patch the damage.

As the gold energy struck his metallic frame, his chest opened, revealing the fractured purple gem beneath the metallic plating, and Cody could only watch as his own energy was absorbed by the gem.

A garbled, glitched laugh escaped Morocco, his arms outstretching.

"Everything you've done to destroy me has only made me stronger. Just look at yourself, Cody Burns, you say I am less human for upgrading myself, but haven't you done the same?"

"Upgrades?! I lost my arm in the explosion, you CHOSE to make yourself into THIS!!! I became who I am now because it was who i needed to be to survive! You're nothing but the ghost of a madman."

Morocco began pacing, stalking through the darkened foliage, circling Cody like a shark.

"How long do you intend to play this little game? You wish to tear me apart, but tell me. Who's truly suffered in your pursuit of me? How many bridges have you burnt? You claim yourself willing to sacrifice it all in the name of my death, but tell me me, Cody Burns. Tell me which of us bears the pain from this chase?"

Cody turned, following him closely.

"I never said I don't have regrets."

"You've pushed them away, haven't you? Doctor Greene, Francine, even the Firebot. You walk a desolate, destructive path, all for the sake of one of our deaths. But out of the two of us, the only one suffering, is you."

Morocco came to a stop, looming over Cody.

"You destroy yourself more and more. But all you have done to oppose me has only made me stronger. You aid me now.... Just as you did back then."

Cody felt his blood boil, dropping the case to the ground as he hopped back aboard the Hoverboard, his helmet closing over his face.

"ENOUGH!"

He glowered, then lunged directly at him.

The hoverboard left a glowing streak behind it as Cody flew through the air, circling the artificial madman.

He pulled another black box from his pocket, and shocked it with his electricity, watching a it split in half, revealing the thick, compressed cables he'd used to restrain the Rescue Team earlier.

He dipped low, diving underneath the twisted metal arm, allowing one of the metal blocks to latch onto the arm, secured through the magnetic lock.

"You menace!"

Morocco grabbed at him, but he was able to dodge, wrapping the cables around the robotic limbs.

Cody leapt off the hoverboard, using his momentum to swing himself in an arch around the other arm, launching himself through the air, slinging a disk down at the ground with another blast, pulling himself back onto the hoverboard just as the disk exploded.

Morocco cried out in outrage, the blast and his tangled limbs knocking him forward, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Cody leapt down onto his back, his eyes hardened as he pressed his cybernetic against the metal shell.

"You have something of mine."

His arm started glowing, pulsing and sparking as he concentrated, feeling his own power within the old shell.

He let it flow through him, embracing it, feeling his energy return to him.

He didn't notice the plating of the twisted limbs split apart, tearing into the cables.

"You amuse me, Cody Burns."

Cody grit his teeth together, not saying anything as he focused on the energy.

"You came here alone.... You had the opportunity to see the ones you ache for... and you threw it away. You cast such a chance aside, a chance you will never receive again."

"This isn't their fight. This is my mission, and my mission alone."

"Such a selfless ideal... But we both know, you hide more than you admit. It kills you, does it not? To see such familiar faces... and to know... They are oblivious to what you've done...."

Cody froze.

"I assume you haven't told them, anyhow."

".... Shut up."

A snapping of cables and shriek of metal caught Cody off guard, and he cried out as he was suddenly struck by a metal arm, being thrown to the side.

Morocco ripped the cables off, his piercing red eyes fixated on the boy below him as he loomed overhead.

"You know they'd hate you, if you told them. You look at the faces of the ones you've lost and know that if they learn the truth, They'd hate you. Just as your real family would."

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!"

Cody struggled to catch his breath, absently dragging himself across the ground, crawling desperately towards the EMP case.

"You hate me, Cody Burns. But you will never despise me more than you despise yourself. You torture yourself every day of your life, simply because you live and they do not. Anything I could do to bring you pain, I know you will never feel more agony than the heartache you already feel."

"STOP. TALKING."

Morocco leaned down, his twisted frame leaning over the horrified boy.

"You'll never forgive yourself, because you can never forget how you've helped me."

".... What?"

Cody felt his heart jump into his throat at the sound of Kade's voice.

The rescue team emerged from the trees, Cody's heart pumping faster by the second.

"NO, NO!!! GET AWAY, PLEASE! YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE!"

Kade stood at a distance, he and Heatwave standing the closest.

"What's he talking about? What does he mean, you helped him?"

".... Don't listen to him. Please, please, don't listen to him..."

A garbled laugh escaped Morocco, the monster pulling himself upright.

"My my.... how very interesting.... By this point, i'm quite you know the fate of your Counterparts, do you not?"

Charlie nudged Doc behind him, keeping his eyes steady.

"Col- Cody, listen to me. While we certainly don't appreciate that trap you set, we can understand that you were scared, you wanted to protect us. But listen to me. Alternate Dimension or no, you're family, and we just want to help you. Let us help you get justice for what happened, you don't have to do this alone!"

Cody only pulled himself to his knees, his head bowed low.

"... I don't deserve you.... I...."

"Tell them."

Morocco cocked his head, his tone simple and flat.

"Tell them. Tell them what you've done."

"No... no please.."

Kade felt his teeth grinding together, snapping,

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"

Cody could only glance around the team helplessly, before one of Morocco's hands suddenly split apart, revealing a writhing mass of wires, which reached out to ensnare the boy, wrapping around him tightly as he was thrust up into the air.

The team tensed, everyone trying to think of what to do, as morocco used his other hand to tightly grip Cody's head, forcing him to stare out at the team.

"Go on now, explain. Explain to them all one simple truth.... You, Cody Burns, killed your family."

Dead silence swept across the woods.

Cody went limp in Morocco's grasp, a shudder overtaking him.

Kade and Heatwave met each other's faces, as Charlie let out a strangled,

".... What..."

"I didn't want to... I didn't want to..."

Tears streamed down Cody's face, his eyes closing as shame and guilt flooded him.

"It was all my fault... It was me..."

".... How?! Why?!"

Morocco pulled his second hand away, gesturing to the woods.

"Perhaps a demonstration will enlighten you."

He snapped his fingers, and out emerged two small figures from the shadows.

"No..."

"NO, YOU MONSTER!"

Cody and Frankie emerged on either side of Morocco.

They had glassy, vacant expressions, their movements were slow.

But what stood out most, were the phones clipped to their jackets.

Morocco drank in their horror, savoring the fear and panic saturating them.

Charlie and Doc gripped each other's hands, seized by the mutual fear from seeing their children in such a state.

"... Cody?"

"Frankie, my Little Archimedes?"

Neither answered, only staring blankly ahead.

The Alternate Cody started thrashing around wildly, screaming,

"YOU MONSTER!!! THEY'RE JUST KIDS-"

"You were about their age when it happened, were you not?"

The alternate Cody thrashed about wildly, his restrains only growing tighter.

"YOU TOOK MY CHOICE FROM ME, WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TAKE THEIRS?!"

"IS SOMEBODY GOING TO TELL US WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!?!"

Kade shot a glance over at his dad, seeing him also trying to piece together the story.

"Those Phones... Madeline Pynch made those!"

The alternate Cody gasped amid his struggle.

"Wait, there's a Madeline Pynch on this world too?!"

Through her stupor, Dani nodded.

"Yeah... she used them to control the entire town once, our Cody was the only one not effected."

Something clicked inside Kade.

".... Oh my god.... You were mind controlled, weren't you?!"

All eyes trained on him, as he met the team's gaze, tears staining his face.

".... I just wanted to help you all.... My Kade and I had a bad fight... he told me i shouldn't be on the team, i got mad. I went around town to clear my head when... I saw him... And I decided that if nobody believed I could help the team, then I needed to- HAD TO- prove myself, so I followed him. I found an old warehouse where he was hiding out, i was going to spy on him, find out what he was planning, and warn my family.... But... but..."

"You were caught."

Morocco gripped him tighter, a sneer on his digital features.

"Your foolhardy mission of arrogance was destined to fail. And once I had you within my grasp, I found it only fitting to make a pawn of the boy who'd so often been a thorn in my side. And I found just the use...."

Cody would never forget his fear in that moment.

Morocco had loomed over him, tall statured even before he had traded his flesh, cold as he ordered the Moor-Bot to seize the terrified boy.

The tears rolling down his face as Morocco held out the phone, and then....

Nothing.

Even now, he remembered the static.

The buzzing in his head,

The white nothingness that had plagued his darkest hours, it haunted him.

"And now... you bear the guilt, the consequences of your actions."

Kade locked eyes with the other Cody, feeling the pain in his heart.

".... It was all my fault... It was all my fault... If i hadn't tried to prove myself... If i had listened to you... if i had just stayed out of the way... You'd still be alive..."

Morocco chuckled darkly.

"It wasn't me who deliberately crashed that loathsome hoverboard into the statue. It wasn't me who put on quite the performance over the emergency line. And... it certainly wasn't my hands on the detonator."

The team all shot glances at one another, struggling to comprehend this turn of events.

"I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry...."

His voice was hoarse, broken and choked by sobs.

Morocco leaned in close, his tone mocking.

"You were supposed to die alongside them, with no knowledge of what you'd even done. But.... You survived. The truest of irony, I suppose. You lived, and thus, you torment yourself far more then I ever could. You condemn yourself to isolation, you've set yourself upon a path of ruin, if only to justify your actions under the false comfort of redemption. You believe if you die for my destruction, then you receive some fleeting sense of absolution, a balance for the deaths you've caused."

The clawed, razor-like finger of the other hand pinched his face, tight enough to draw blood from his cheeks as he turned his head, making him stare at each member of the team, before forcing him to stare at the two children, blankly staring ahead.

"You are going to die, Cody Burns. You are going to die by my hands. But not before I force you to watch as I destroy another team right before your eyes, and only then will i end your suffering, burdened with the knowledge that one act of defiance cemented the fates of so many."

He released the claws, gesturing towards the entranced children.

"I am a man of science, and i do believe in experimentation. I've destroyed the primary members once before, and so, I remain curious."

His second hand extended in length, the sharp claws tousling the younger Cody's hair slightly.

"Will this team destroy themselves as you did, If i kill these children before their eyes?"

The bots had to physically grab their partners, to keep them from lunging at Morocco.

The alternate Cody struggled to string together a single word, his heart feeling as though it was going to burst in his chest, his lungs burning and bile bubbling in his gut.

But as he hung loose in the monster's grasp, his could move his arm ever so slightly.

As stealthily as possible, he cautiously worked his hand into his pocket, his hand closing around one of his explosive disks.

He met Kade's panicked eyes, and slowly nodded towards his hand.

Kade caught sight of the disk, his eyes widening, and Cody's eyes flicked to his other hand, holding out three fingers.

Kade understood the silent message, and glanced up at Heatwave, who'd caught the same signals.

The three of them waited on bated breath, as Cody began to count down.

Three.

Kade and Heatwave braced themselves.

Two.

Chase struggled to gingerly contain Charlie and Doc, the horrified fathers thrashing about wildly in his grasp.

One.

Blades was forced to hold Dani in both hands, Graham frozen numbly from shock, Boulder struggling to brace both Graham and Blades.

Zero.

Cody threw the disk, Morocco barely having time to process what had happened before the explosive detonated.

The monster shrieked, the blast shattering his focus, his arm jerking outward, flinging the Alternate away.

Heatwave raced into action, grabbing the alternate as gently as possible, before lowering him to Kade.

Kade threw his cybernetic arm around his shoulders, the Alternate clearly winded, having been too cloes to the blast.

He gasped and heaved for breath, one hand clutching his torso tightly as he hoarsely shouted to Heatwave,

"THE PHONES.... GET... THE PHONES.... BREAK THEM AND THEY'LL BE OKAY!!!!"

"YOU HEARD HIM, TEAM, SAME RULES AS THIS WORLD!!"

Everyone snapped to attention, Charlie sighing as Chase's grip loosened.

"THAT'S OUR PLAN!!! LET'S MOVE!!!"

Kade didn't like the Alternate's harsh breath, nor the nicks on his face from morocco's claws.

"Hey, are you-"

"I'm not important."

Despite his buckling stance, he pulled away from Kade, a determination in his eyes.

"We need to focus on your Cody and Frankie now, please."

Kade hesitated, his gut telling him that something was wrong, but he nodded.

"Let's get this jerk, for both our families."

"Let's."

Kade rushed to regroup with the others, as the Bots charged Morocco.

Cody watched him go, before slowly pulling his hand from his torso, greeted by a crimson stain.

a long, thin metal shard had just slipped under his chest-plate, piercing through his skin.

He stared at it a moment, then grit his teeth, and charged forward.

No time to loose.

[bardistraee]

pawn swap adventures with @kuruna's galapagos!

immediately wanted to get down to business and i respect him for that. we need someone like that in our midst.

honestly the entire time with him was incredibly chaotic and large enemy filled. he took down the red rock saurians with ease, and then we were accosted by a griffin that flew away and charged back not once, not twice, but three times. he went to check on me the moment i managed to launch myself up a giant rock thing i don't think i was supposed to be able to climb, and cheered me up several times.

he found me a couple trove beetles, and pointed out some seeker's tokens. he high fived avra so much i could barely get any in with either of them, and i've never seen my son get along with another pawn so well. gal also did some tattling but i will not further snitch.

gal handled a surprise dullahan and a surprise drake (on separate nights) like a champ, as well as a ghostie boy reviving one of the many, many cyclops we encountered. this man loves to climb and foes should fear his mighty grip.

all in all a very helpful, quiet, and battle ready young ser, and avraham and i will miss him loads until we can adventure together again ❤️

while fighting the drake avra also developed some uh, new techniques as gal continued to cling to the drake like a pro.

bonus @ritens' lane in the wild before he took a trip to the springs in his home world

[charmixpower]

Issue Twenty-One: The Shaab Stone

They can't even color Riven's uniform right on the cover, dear lord, call that foreshadowing

On that note I'm just gonna pretend that this Riven is show Riven for all of our sanities, because if I point out how Riven is usually much more chill and cool headed in the comics we're all gonna get annoyed

I have so many questions. Implying that Magix is like a university city, but the entire PLANET

I love how Griffin gives a negative amount of fucks

If you smoke in her office she'll blow up your cigarette or cigar XD

....I thought these were highschools??? He is like a balding adult and he can enroll????? What???

This confirms that in the comics witch philosophy is a very using fire to fight fire

You know after so many evil witches you'd think people would accept this is a terrible idea but nope

Comics Tecna is so lame, me and show Tecna are entranced by a model crane

OH MY GOD AN ACTUAL REASON WHY SO MANY RANDOM PLACES ON MAGIX ARE A NO MAGIC ZONE!!! AMAZING!!!

Tbh the comics never let a plot line hang

Spy Helia, doing spy Helia things

Hey isn't having a bunch of private military in a protected/enclosed area like super illegal???? Can't we tell the authorities that the Winx comics and show decided on a dice if they exist this ep

WAIT THEY ACTUALLY THOUGHT OF TELLING THE FUCKING AUTHORITIES AND DECIDED TO SEND TEENAGERS???? THIS IS ALL YOUR DUMBASSES FAULT

I swear nothing in the Winx show is more annoying than all the authorities shoving their responsibilities on teenagers, I know the Winx need to be doing things, but still

Stella. No magic.

What are you going to be able to do???

Comic artists said purple eyed Riven supremacy

Also "at the fortress of light"???? Like principal is a political role in the Winx world????

"and see how good he is" So this was a lie

That's actually a really smart idea from Helia

We love to see it

"Let's head back!" HELIA HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND??? AND LOSE SIGHT OF IT????? YOU WERE DOING SO WELL!!

You do not need to LEAVE to call backup!!!

God I hope this just a mistranslation, bc that is so fuckin dumb gjsbfjsjs don't let the evil people with the important rock leave where you can't find them

Riven, please stop being annoying and contraction

....Sky, what the fuck. How did you get to murder??

You people have sent on a mission to get the rock.... Like am I interpreting this wrong?? But aren't they technically a branch of the law???

Also bless you Helia for realizing that leaving is a incredibly stupid ass decision

He is planning on surrounding the private army with RF people, and he's also saying to wait for authorities in Magix

I need the writers to explain what the fuck they are trying to communicate

A business man taking over magix would have a much larger affect than how you act, so it really depends on who the has the most power but I understand where ur coming from girlie

"our powers" tho??

Helia once again is doing amazing sweetie, please don't let them out of your sight

Riven no

RIVEN NO!! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IF TIMMY IS GONNA HELP YOU!!!!

Ugh fucking dumbass, I definitely understand where he's coming from. It's right there, we should do something. But the squad is like right there too, at least try to get more than Timmy to come with

Tbh I would of liked it more if Riven got into an argument and him being loud got them found

It would of been really funny as well

See if Riven didn't ask Timmy to join him he would have just jumped out of the plane

No hesitation, no fear

And that would have been hilarious

Omg look at Helia's face 🥺 poor boy

This is part of Helia's and Saladin's 100 IQ plan together, did he know about it this far out???

I have so many questions about when they came up with that plan????

Is Tecna saying that about Riven or Timmy I cannot tell

If it's about Timmy, girl why

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 1a

*Warning Adult Content*

The Blood Pack - Part 1 - Kao

You know that feeling when you want to punch someone in the face?

Because that's the feeling I have as I look up at the stupid Alpha that's caught me sneaking an extra ration for my son, Oliver.

God forbid the Omegas who toiled long hours to prepare the food actually get to eat it.

We'd already been pushed to the back of the line by the Alphas and when we finally got to the front there was barely anything left, the plates picked clean.

But Oliver is eight years old, he's a growing Alpha.

He needs to eat... I don't care if I don't... he needs all the nutrition he can get.

But apparently that's a problem to this dickhead Alpha that's gripping my wrist so hard that I'll bruise, demanding I take the food out of my pocket.

"Get off me," I snap back, trying my best to pull back from his strong hold and he growls.

"Don't talk back, Omega. I saw you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I deny and  I swear I can see the veins in his temples close to popping.

Then he yanks me towards him.

I yelp in surprise, stumbling and dropping Oliver and my plates.

I curse, glaring up at the Alpha.

"What am I going to feed him now?"

"What you got in your pocket should be enough," he leers, licking his lips as he gets a closer look at me and his eyes trail down my figure.

"If you don't want me to report this to Alpha Zacan, how about we settle this somewhere more private."

I can smell his putrid breath and it nearly makes me gag.

I lean away in disgust, worriedly glancing at Oliver who watches on with wide, fearful eyes.

I don't want this to escalate in front of him.

"Please, sir," I try the polite route through gritted teeth but the man doesn't let go.

"You either come obediently or I drag you. Do you want to make a scene in front of your boy?" he sneers before groping my ass with his other hand.

Mortified, I attempt to push him away again, more forcefully, which earns me a sharp glare of annoyance.

He tightens his grip and I wince as he twists my wrist to an unnatural angle.

I've had worse but it hurts like hell and I have to bite the inside of my cheek in order not to cry out.

"Stop hurting my Mama," Oliver suddenly shouts, drawing attention from onlookers.

Before I can register what's happening, he pulls out a heavy-looking rock from his pants and hurls into the Alpha's face.

There's a loud crunch, blood spouting from the man's face.

"Fuck," he shouts, letting go of me to clutch his probably broken nose in pain.

"What the fuck is wrong with your brat?" another Alpha approaches, giving a look that could kill to Oliver and I.

I hold him protectively, heart beating a million miles a minute.

This can't be good... we're in big trouble.

"Koa. It has come to my attention that your son has injured one of my men?" Zacan asks in that cold, emotionless voice of his.

He's sitting in his grand carved oak chair, Alpha guards on each side of him as if he were a king.

Well, he's the Alpha of our pack, the Blood Pack, so it makes sense he feels that way.

Everyone treats him like a God out of fear of what he'll do to them if they step out of line.

I'm shaking, barely able to look up.

I haven't had to face him like this since that time, what feels like so long ago.

I hate how scared I am and I hate him even more.

I hate him so much for what he did to me.

"It was an accident," I try to keep my voice from wavering.

"Throwing a rock in Griffin's face was an accident? I don't think so."

'Griffin can go fuck himself for all I care.'

That's what I really want to say but I don't.

"He's only eight..." I start to defend my child but Oliver interrupts me.

"I was protecting my Mama. That bad man was hurting him..."

As much as I adore the statement, I want to tell him to shut up.

How's not the time to be all sweet.

Not when our lives are at stake.

At Oliver's outburst, Zacan thick eyebrows go up in surprise before he bursts out laughing, throwing his head back so his blond hair glints in the light of the lantern on the ceiling.

His laughter makes me sick.

The last time I heard it... I shiver, trying not to think about it again.

"I guess I should be proud of you then, boy, for being so protective over your 'Mama'," his smile is cruel as he says the words, sharp green eyes flitting to me as he says the last word.

My palms are so sweaty where they're clasped below my waist, wound tight with anxiety.

He won't figure it out. He can't.

When neither me nor Oliver reply, he speaks again.

"But know this, little one," he addresses my son once again.

"An Omega's place is below an Alpha's. They don't get to go against us. Not even your mother. When Griffin wants Koa, he gets him."

Oliver looks to me, brows knit together in confusion and fear.

I've taught him that's not true, so for someone so powerful to contradict me must be hard for him.

I just give him a small nod, signaling to him that it's okay.

All he has to do is go along with whatever Zacan wants to say and then we can get out of here.

That is, if a talking to is the only punishment we're getting.

"I'm glad to see you agree with me, Koa. It's good that you know where you stand as an Omega."

'Asshole.'

I bite my tongue, giving him a strained smile.

It feels like it'll break my face from how much I don't want to.

"Thank you, Alpha Zacan," I reply, as much as I hate his name in my mouth.

The Alpha sighs, relaxing in his chair as he surveys the both of us and I hope that'll be it.

But then my worst fear comes true.

"Come here, boy," he beckons Oliver with a finger.

"Want a closer look at you."

Oliver obeys and as much as I want to reach out and stop him, I can't.

No one goes against Zacan's orders. 

When Oliver stops in front of him, I cringe as Zacan reaches out to brush the long bangs out of his face.

"How peculiar your eyes are, boy. Same green as mine. Bright clover," Zacan remarks fondly.

My heart nearly stops.

'No no no no.'

This can't be happening.

He takes a lock of Oliver's wavy hair, twisting it in his finger tips.

"This dark brown doesn't match your eyebrows, either. Is this your natural color?"

I curse the boiled acorn water I use to color his hair that washes out of the short strands of his blond brows no matter how thick I coat them with the substance.

That's why I resorted to letting his hair grow out to cover them.

The Moon Goddess played a mean trick, making my son look more like his father than me.

Oliver has none of my dark auburn curls, my honey eyes.

My light golden-brown skin is absent too from his paler, olive tone.

Even my freckles are barely present and only across his cheeks, meanwhile mine paint my shoulders, back and knees in addition to my face.

Things never really work out in my favor.

But Oliver just nods, keeping his mouth shut.

There's the pride in me that I trained him well, but also the dread of what punishment may come to him if Zacan finds out he's lying.

All is quiet before a cruel smirk breaks out on Zacan's face as he looks to me, taking in my fearful expression.

"See, I just don't believe that."

I want to vomit... I feel like I'll faint... but I stay strong.

No matter what this comes to, my number one priority is Oliver's safety... I'll do whatever I can...

"I'm his father, aren't I?"

My blood goes cold.

"You're not," I deny a bit too quickly, an unnatural pitch in my voice.

"The resemblance is as clear as day, Koa. You would lie to me?"

"Desmond was his father," I insist, using the falsehood I've been keeping up all these years.

It was natural people would ask questions when I got pregnant while unmated and that was the only answer I could come up with.

It hurt, using the identity of someone I loved so dearly and who was gone forever but it was the most believable.

The timeline made sense and so, I've kept it up to this day.

Oliver even believes that Des was his real father... I've never told a soul the truth.

"Ah, the poor Alpha boy who went on a mission and never came back," Zacan looks up to the sky, as if recalling the memories of Des.

Whatever he's remembering, he doesn't seem to care even a little bit.

His indifference to the death of the best friend I ever had, my first love, stings.

I want to wrap my hands around my neck and strangle him until he breathes his last breath... curse him.

"I wish Oliver still had him," I feed into the lie.

Zacan scoffs.

"You wish the boy had his father, yet you deny that I am just that. I am his father. You can't fool me, Omega."

"Y-you're wrong."

I let panic take over, clenching my fists so hard my nails dig into my palms.

Zacan just raises an eyebrow at me, indifferent.

[noirshussiedotcom]

I'm Bound to Die

TRIGGER WARNINGS: 

Death, torture, descriptive gore, humans are treated like animals, psychotic man, may make you feel unsettled. 

!read the original here!

It was a late Friday night and I was hurrying home from the store after collecting groceries. Being the middle child, you’re almost always forced to do everything for everyone else. But hey, I’m okay with it. I consider myself a… people pleaser! Yeah, that. On my way home I ran into my friendly next door neighbor, Phoebe, who seemed to becoming back home from work. 

“Why, hello, Doe! What are you doing walking around at this time of night?” she greets from the other side of her metal gates. 

“Hey Phoebe! I was just picking up groceries— I had hardly noticed in the store that it got dark so fast…”

“Oh, deary. You should hire yourself a bodyguard— or better yet, get yourself a nice, strong, boyfriend! That way, I wouldn’t have to fret about your safety all the time!” 

“Haha, funny! As if I could ever get a boyfriend. But it makes me feel a little better that you worry about me. Well, I be seeing you!”

“Stay safe, hun!” 

Walking up my front porch, I set a heavy bag down to open the screen, then wooden door. Awaiting me on the confort of the couch, sat my eldest sister, Morcia watching the Andy Griffin show. 

“Well jeez,” she sighs, “took you long enough.” 

I placed the other bags I was holding on the carpet floor, quickly retrieving the one I had left outside. 

“I had a hard time time trying to find that ice cream you wanted,” I admitted, placing my hands on my hips while the door slowly shut behind me. “Speaking of that.”

I shuffle through the groceries, proudly pulling out Morcia’s Ben and Jerry’s “chunky monkey” ice cream. Sound gross. I hand it to her with a smile across my face. She looks up with annoyed face and asks, 

“No spoon?” 

“Ugghh,” I pouted, but complied and got her a spoon from a kitchen drawer. 

“Thanks,” she throws off the lid and immediately digs in, “you’re the best, sis.”

“Yeah, yeah…” 

As she enjoys her treat, I put all the things away on my own. 

The clock had struck 9. Yikes, I should really be going to bed! I tiptoed passed the couch, Morcia lying there peacefully with melted ice cream dripping all over the place. …I’ll have to clean that up in the morning. The stairs creaked as I walked up them, giving me an eerie feeling— like someone was walking up with me. I turned my head to look behind me, but with the dim TV, it didn’t seem like anybody was there. I softly walked to my room, which was placed all the way down the creepy and possibly haunted hallway. The bright blue night light we had plugged into the wall, to see where you’re going when it’s dark, saved me from a giant extension cord that slithered horitontally in my path. I should pick that up later, so one trips. Without hesitation or even changing into pajamas, I fell flat on my bed and began to sleep. 

…… 

A scream from downstairs had woke me clean up. Checking the time on my alarm clock, it was 11. What the hell was that scream about? I debated whether or not to go check or just go back to sleep, but the anxiety and fear of something bad, would keep me awaken nonetheless. I walked a clean path out into the hallway but noticed that the night light was no longer in the wall. And because I could’ve see where I was going, I fell with a thud over the cord from earlier. Damn it! I should’ve picked it up! Using the wall, I helped myself to my feet and made my way down the stairs. A cold breeze chilled me to the bone as I made the last step. Is the front door open? 

The TV was displaying a connection error and I could hardly see Morcia. Feeling around for the light switch, it flipped with an audible “click.” Nothing would have ever prepared me for the horrors that waited for me in the dark. 

My sister— or if I can even call that mess, Morcia— was an unrecognizable pool of organs and blood. Her torso was placed upright on the rocking chair my dad used to sit on, a long, lengthy slit down the stomach with organs removed. Her head, arms, and legs detached. The worst of it was, even her breasts were cut off. 

Her arms were left of the couch, one of her hands had the spoon I gave her in it. Her legs weren’t anywhere to be found. At least nowhere in the living room. And as for her head, it sat on the coffee table, a smile carved into her face. 

What kind of person— no, monster, would do something like this? Then it struck me. The man the had been murdering locals finally got to my sister. My older sister, my other half, basically the closest thing I would ever have to a mom. Why. Why her? I can’t bare to look at her anymore but yet, I’m so traumatized that I can’t even tear my eyes away from her. I want to wrap her in my arms again. I want to hold her again and have her tell me that she wouldn’t ever let anyone hurt me. 

There's nothing else I can do. I’m a deer in headlights— a fly trapped in a fly trap. The front door was wide open and I realized, I never locked it. This was my fault. My sister’s death was my fault. This could’ve been prevented if I had just locked the door. 

Well, I can’t go back, but I can definitely move forward… at least I hope. I have to defend myself now. There’s no doubt that the man is still here, somehow, somewhere, so I can’t dilly-dal. The missing night light upstairs leaves me to believe he was up there, or was. Maybe he was trying to catch me, when I tripped. But he must’ve been lacking, because I’m still here. I turn the light off. If he sees the light, then he’ll realize that I’m still here. I creep towards the kitchen, past the gore that was made of my sister. The light of the moon glazed through the window onto the nice, clean, hardwood floor. I went to arm myself with one of the kitchen knives but saw that…

The biggest one was missing. 

Obviously he already used it. He couldn’t have just now taken it, I most likely would’ve seen him. I pull out the second largest knife, keeping it close to my chest. I creepily tiptoed to the sliding door that lead to the back yard. I tried my best to open it quietly, but it slid open with a scream. We should’ve really oiled that some time ago. A bang could be heard from upstairs, causing my flight reaction to kick in. I booked it outside, shaking and not looking back. I hid behind a bush, my heart racing so fast, it felt like I was just gonna have a heart attack right then and there. I peaked my head up a tiny bit to see if I could see the criminal, but so far, nothing. I could make a run for it right now, but because I have no idea where he is, that would be risky. 

I sat behind that bush for what it felt like hours. Nothing happened, nor did I see anyone. I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say, the coast is clear. I get down on my knees, army crawling to my other next door neighbor, Florence’s shed. Just as I almost made it over, I could see something in my window from the corner of my eye. Out of curiosity, I stop moving and pay full attention to whatever that is. It seemed to be… a gun? Specifully a sniping gun. Then, just like it was some sort of demented puppet show, Morcia dismembered head pops up and bobbles from side to side. 

Was this a joke to the murderer? Some sick joke, just tormenting and playing with your prey? He definitely knows I’m here, and I should defieltly get a move on. But for an unknown reason, my body was frozen in place. 

Like a deer in headlights. 

Light a fly in a fly trap. 

Like a mouse in the paws of a cat. 

My sister’s head went down and the sniper rifle began firing, nailing me right in the leg. The impact of it caused me to hit the ground, hard. I wailed in pain, holding my leg, cussing under my breath, tears spilling. There’s no way in hell I’m surviving this. I’m dying tonight whether its the last thing that psycho has to do. 

He has amazing aim, I’ll admit that. But his next move was pretty stupid. My window was cracked open a little to let the gun out, and now, he opened it fully. I was actually pretty confused, and wondered what he was planning. Before I knew it, the man I had fell out the window, hitting the ground with a powerful impact. 

He wasn’t moving… did he just kill himself? Sure a height like that could definitely kill a girl like me, but by the way his built is, he could most likely survive that. I waited a good five or eight minutes and he hasn’t moved a muscle. I think he’s actually… dead. There’s no way I’d be able to explain a situation like this to the police.  

I limped over to his lifeless body, wanting to laugh right in his face, yet decided against it. Turning away, I began to limp back to back door. That was pretty stupid, of him to ju–

"Yahahahaha!"

Before I could turn around, the man had me in a headlock. But I thought– I went to stab him, but realized I left my knife behind the bush. I couldn’t see much of him, but he wore a suit, with stains of blood, probably from my sister, he had what I think are night vision goggles, and had a wide display of canine-like teeth. Sinister. I started screaming, punching, and kicking with my non-injured leg. It didn’t look like he was armed, so I say what I’m doing is a smart move. He covered my mouth, setting me down gently on the grass, without removing it, or his grip. 

“Sh, sh, shhhh,” he hushed, “that was the oldest trick in the book. And by how young you look, it was obvious you’d fall for that. But I was hoping tonight would be easy and that I had to only deal with one animal… Oh well, you won’t make this boring for me… will you?”

Evil. Pure, pure evil. The only thing I could try against this guy was… 

I bit down, hard, on his hand and he withdrew immediately, yelping. I tried my best to get up as quickly as possibly, and ran inside. I shut the back door and locked it, just as he began to make his way for me again. I snatched another knife and and limped to the living room, then tried for the stairs. At the top, I could hear him come in through the front door. 

I hid in my youngest sister, Erika’s room, in her closet. My breath was so loud, that I would have to simply stop breathing to silence it all together. When I heard him coming up the stairs, I held my own hand over my mouth, the adrenaline coursing through me. Please, please just leave. Please, let this be over. 

Then, he came into Erika’s room, huffing. Though it was dark, he looked towards the closet and began to smile. 

“Tsk, tsk tsk.” 

Does he… How does he… 

Night vision goggles. 

I should’ve hid somewhere else. 

He stands in the frame of the closet, blocking any possible route of an escape. 

“P-please…” I choked, “let me…” 

“You’ve made this night wayyyy harder than it should’ve been. I had to play tag and even hide and seek with you. And because you made me go through all this effort just to get you, I want to try something new on you. I want to try… a game.” 

A game?

“I-I’ll do anything.” I plead. “I’ll do anything as long as you let me go…!”

“Oh really? I’m glad you’re as excited as I am. Now,” he pulls out a switchblade from a pants pocket,” I want to see, 

how loud I can make you scream.”

…

A/N

thanks for reading this! its currently 10:49 pm and I was supposed to be asleep an hour ago, but was I start writing… I can’t stop! 

it was fun writing this! I tried to stay true to the original story, but theres obviously different elements, yet the same ending. I personally think this ending it amazing, but definitely not as good as the others that are to come. I really can’t wait to rewrite the other stories that follow after this so stay tuned!

—

all of these stories were originally in different “universes.” but after I came up with the secret orginization, the “Tea Party,” they’re all set in the same universe. I’ll make a complete list of characters in my little “franchise” once I get all of the stories out. and I may even add on more to the lore with brand new stories! if I do have motivation to do so, I’ll draw all the characters and post it on here! I really hope I earned a fanbase, that would be so COOL. 

much love! <3

-Mob

[behold-the-griffin]

A Monologue About Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach My Beloved*spoilers ahead*

So despite not having ever given a single shit about Frederick Fazbear or whatever the fuck his name is, Security Breach is a comedic masterwork and here are all the reasons why I love it. 

1) The villain is a furry. 

This woman, this grown-ass adult, decided to start murdering children. Already a red flag. But then, but then, she thought to herself, “Gee, how should I go about doing this?” And she decides that the best option, the best way to go about this horrific deed, is the fucking homemade rabbit suit. Given the previous context of the games, you might say, “Griffin! This is normal!” I’ll give that to you, the fucked up reality that children are often murdered by furries in this universe is true. 

But our dear Vanessa, our beloved idiot Vanny, has to make her suit. She has to rock up to Joanne’s Fabrics and select out materials, lying through her fucking teeth to the cheery assistant about what her project is. Her victims are what? Eleven, twelve, going off of Gregory’s age? I will bet my fucking life that one of those kid’s last words was “Hah, are you a furry?” And she can’t fucking deny that. She can’t. She may have slashed his throat half a second later, but he’s the one who eviscerated her with five words. 

2) Our protagonist fears no god

We play as Gregory, a surprisingly bitter child with an astounding disregard for basically everything. He’s eleven. He’s a half-feral goblin child. As a former half-feral goblin child, I can respect his snark. 

What I cannot respect, however, is how fucking savage he is. Eleven year old me, while down to commit atrocities, would’ve hidden under a table and resigned myself to death. Eleven year old me would not have the moxie to juke around seven foot tall robots and hurl themselves through vents with a little demon spider thing in them. 

My boy Gregory? Nah. He’s wrecking Chica’s shit and yeeting go karts at Roxy. Disassembling humans and fighting Grandpa Afton with the equivalent of a nerf gun combined with a laser pointer or just a fucking camera. Eat shit, you overgrown Furbies, God gave Gregory the ability to press buttons and he’s about to make it everyone else’s problem. 

GREGORY STEALS CARS. In one of the endings, Freddy and Gregory steal a van and drive their way out of the pizzaplex. Guess who’s driving. I’ll give you a hint. It’s not the one who can actually reach the pedals. THAT’S RIGHT, BABES, IT’S GREGORY. First the go kart, and now this. It’s canon. 

Gregory’s personality grated on me a little bit in the beginning, I won’t lie. I thought he was kinda mean. But as I watched the game unfold, I realized that Gregory had every right to be prickly. He’s scared, he’s a kid, and he’s fighting for his life. And what’s more, he’s homeless. You don’t really get to be scared. You gotta look out for yourself, and that’s what he’s doing. 

3) Freddy Fazbear

Where can I fucking begin. Buckle the fuck up. 

The dichotomy of his design. The neon blue tattoos, the little earring, the fucking top hat. His ears wiggle and his teeth are sharper than they should be. He’s huge and scary and gentle and kind and I love him for that. I know that the design is probably just to make them more marketable, but damn, they did good. 

The voice. They got a really solid voice actor, and whatever effects they layered on to make him sound like a robot didn’t diminish the emotion put in. He sounds like a friend, someone I’d like to talk to. In general, the voice acting for this game is incredible overall, but I am just a little disappointed that we never got to hear Freddy sing. 

His dynamic with Gregory. What can I say, I’m a slut for healthy platonic relationships. Though they start off rocky, and their bond is forged by shared danger, their interactions are genuinely sweet. Sometimes a family is a boy and his robot bear dad, and that’s that. 

4) Map Bot. 

I find it hysterical that with all the legitimately dangerous things hunting you down, the scariest thing is a repurposed security bot with glasses who shoves maps at you. They made it a running gag, and for me, it doesn’t get old. Free map. Take a map. I love them. 

5) The other animatronics

I love how they each have their own quirks and personalities. Monty has anger issues, Roxy has self-loathing tendencies, and Chica has an eating disorder. They’re so very human, and I honestly find it both hilarious and sad that the reason isn’t the usual “dead kid possession,” but that they were coded that way. I really wish we got to see more of them than just them hunting us down, but the game was already huge, and stuffing more into it would be difficult. 

Freddie calls them his friends, and I don’t doubt for a second that if something hadn’t been screwing with their code, they’d be just as caring as Freddy. Who, by the way, was completely on board with the fact that Gregory potentially had no clue what a fountain was and was totally ready to explain that. No questions, just simple acceptance, and the probable in-universe explanation of them just interacting with kids who have an incredibly patchwork knowledge of things in general and them being programmed to have no judgement about that is really nice. 

I honestly felt bad, picking them off one by one. Especially Roxy. I know what it’s like to hate yourself, and hearing her sob as she tries to reassure herself that she’s not a failure actually made me feel like a piece of shit. It goes back to the incredible voice actors they found. 

And Sun and Moon as well. I don’t really understand how people are so thirsty for them, but I never understood attraction anyway. But what’s really funny about that is how people are incredibly aware that if one tried to put the moves on them, Sun would ban them from the daycare in an instant and Moon would probably just snap their necks. 

I personally don’t find their dynamic with Gregory as compelling as Freddy, but Sun and Moon freak me out for reasons I can’t quite explain. They’re not my favorite, but the angst potential with them is astronomical and I think that’s very sexy of Steel Wool Studios to give those of of you who are so inclined some fodder for your fics. 

6) The game itself. 

Far from the simple mechanics and one room of the first game, the setting is fucking huge. It’s really impressive that they managed to pull of the free-roam dynamic so well. What I wouldn’t give to explore the entirety of the pizzaplex without being hunted down, or with those fucking security bots always smashing themselves into my face and then immediately letting go. 

The lighting’s really cool, and the part with the endoskeletons is terrifying. I also like how you didn’t have to schlep back and forth across the nature map on fetch quests, but I would’ve like to visit a place other than the service tunnels more than once. 

Even with the various bugs and glitches it opened with, it was definitely entertaining to play and more importantly, playable. Here’s to you, Cyberpunk 2077, for setting the bar so fucking low. 

Despite it only being one night, Security Breach is full of secrets and lore and is just really fun. I like the new direction Steel Wool is going in with the survival horror, and I look forward to future games. 

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Shipping the heck out of this kids! Or, how their dynamics work.

@bluekat12345 @sonicnerd @cf8wrk4u-us @weonbullshit @sarai-the-furry

Do you guys approve of this?

Priscilla: [ helping Cody out after he got injured, while the others are watching]

George: How does Cody look?

Frankie: A little better than you, actually.

---

George: Why is Frankie so sad?

Cody: She invented a quiz to know what citizen of Griffin Rock is she...

George: And...?

Frankie: She got Priscilla.

---

Cody: I think we're missing something.

George: Teamwork?

Priscilla: Cohesion?

Frankie: A general sense of what we’re doing?

---

Frankie: I think Priscilla was right.

George: I'm surprised she hasn't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Cody: she wouldn't do that.

Priscilla: You're right, Cody. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Priscilla [turns around, the shirt she's wearing says 'Priscilla Told You So' on the back]:...

---

Priscilla: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of cake.

Cody: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

George: Oí! But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any cake?

Frankie: Then tomorrow is cake lucky day.

---

George: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys.

Priscilla: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Frankie: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Cody: Don't ask me what self-care even is if I don't apply it to me, ok?.

George: ... Oí! See me at my family's dojo at 2pm, we have a lot to talk about.

---

Officer: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Frankie: Shit.

Priscilla: Wait, three?

Officer: Yeah?

George: OH FOR THE DRAGONS! CODY FELL OFF!!!

---

Frankie: Why are your tongues purple?

Priscilla: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Cody: I had a red one.

Frankie: oh

Frankie: OH!

George: ... You drank each other's slushies?

---

Frankie: Priscilla isn’t answering her phone.

Cody: I’ll call.

Frankie: George and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Priscilla: Hello?

---

George: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Frankie: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

George: I’m leaving you and I’M TAKING PRISCILLA WITH ME!

Cody [picking up the monopoly board while Priscilla hugs him tide]: I think we’re gonna stop playing now...

---

Frankie: *Screams*

George: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Priscilla: Should we do something?!

Cody [observing]: No, I actually want to see who wins this.

---

Frankie: Truth or dare?

Priscilla: Dare.

Frankie: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.

Priscilla: Hey George~

George: Yeah?

Priscilla: Could you move? I’m trying to get to Cody.

---

Frankie [banging on the door]: George! Open up!

George: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Priscilla: No, she meant-

Cody: Let him finish.

---

They have very deep relationships! XD

[weonbullshit]

It was late before Frankie realized that the smoke was just a distraction. Turning the same way her targets had taken, she found herself disoriented as she felt the explosion of black smoke in front of her. Of course, this caused her to lose sight of her targets who wisely wandered deeper into the gray curtain like frightened mice.

How smart, but this could have been less flashy, the controlled girl thought as she dispersed the smoke from the place with the palm of her hand. Suddenly, the recognizable slam of a door was heard putting her into an agitation that caused her to call out to the rest of her group. Disastrously, both targets had disappeared before the last of the smoke had cleared. Without anyone being able to find a trace of the targets they could only come to the clear conclusion that they had escaped once again. Dr. Arkeville will not be pleased with this…

At the thought of that her golden color phone immediately rang. She didn't have to think long to know that it was him calling her possibly knowing what had just happened. Just as she had thought, she was right, as the first words that came out of the device were a lot of screaming. She had to turn her ear at least an arm's length away to keep from losing her sense of hearing.

As soon as the doctor stopped to take a breather from his yelling, Frankie took the opportunity to explain herself, detailing the events from when the first target arrived at City Hall to the recent escape. That didn't make him happy at all, knowing when he heard the doctor clenching his teeth at the news. She was stretched out having to suffer a new wave of screaming, but in the middle of her chatter, the little girl with fluffy pigtails confessed one last detail that she had not taken into account as it was not part of her mission.

—He has a companion— she had to get closer to the phone just to tell him that, he stated in a monotonous voice —A girl named Priscilla Pynch— the doctor's irritating voice cut off, releasing a sigh of surprise when he heard the name of target two, it hadn't been less than a minute before the doctor's voice was heard again, this time laughing faintly in the background.

—What is the status of the assimilated on the island?— Arkeville questioned.

—It is possible that there are more free people, but we doubt that they will dare to go out— she answer him firmly but still without any emotion coming from her words —With all connection with the outside cut off any motivation they have to confront us would end up with them losing—.

—The orders have changed— he replied calmly this time —Get rid of the boy and everyone who accompanies him— when he finished explaining, the girl with pigtails could hear the sound of a fist hitting metal, but instead of causing any fear by this, she worthy ask him something else.

—Everyone? —

—…Bring me the Pynch girl— there was a brief pause before he continued speaking— I'll cordially tell her mother— he finished letting out another weak giggle that turned into a cough.

—Affirmative— Frankie accepted the new orders without any regret, just gently stroking her ears from the screams of the previous moment.

After hanging up she gestured to the others and with a suspicious look at the door in front of her, Frankie walked away, awaiting the arrival of a locksmith.

—The mission is the priority and the priority is the mission— she told everyone under her command.

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Those this sound like a brainwashed person to you? What do you think of my evil Frankie? Should I change or add something?

This is pretty interesting. I couldn't tell much from the dialogue, so I'm going off of a manerism I noticed. She doesn't seem quite controlled to me, just obedient. When the people of Griffin Rock were brainwashed, they weren't too worried about themselves or other people. So I think that she wouldn't pull away from the screaming. She could probably feel some of the pain, but since she can't think for herself she wouldn't be able to process it, and wouldn't care too much.

On another note, her hairstyle is called afro puffs.

[silkling]

This is part three of an ask box fic. For part one or two, click below.

Part 1 Part 2

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There was shocked silence, and then Dani put a hand on his cheek. “So twins are one spark that was split by the Well, and gestalts are many Sparks that were merged by it?”

Blades paused, then nodded. “Yeah.” he whispered.

“So you have brothers then? How many?” Kade asked.

Blades swallowed. “Four.” he wrapped his arms around himself. The others could tell something was wrong, they just didn’t know what. “Hot Spot, Streetwise, Groove, and First Aid.”

“Soooo…..where are they? What happened to them?” Kade asked bluntly.

Blades flinched, looking away. “I don’t know.”

“What?” Dani seemed confused. “Don’t you have a spark bond with them, like Dreadwing was saying?”

“I…do.”

“Then how-“

“Stasis.” Chase cut her off, sounding horrified. “We were in stasis. I do not know much about spark bonds, but I do remember reading that stasis is another way to mute a bond. We were in stasis for thousands of years, and after Cybertron fell, they probably fled far away.”

Blades swallowed. “If they’re even still alive.” he closed his optics. “The stasis, combined with the distance, would have muted the bond enough for the breaking of it not to kill me if they’d died. In stasis, I wouldn’t have even felt it break.” He opened his optics to meet the gazes of his teammates, optics wide and welling with cooling fluid. The forces of his emotions were so strong it was making his frame overheat, which caused his optics to leak the fluid in an attempt to cool him down. “All I know is, I woke up from stasis after the crash and I couldn’t feel them anymore. I felt them before we went into stasis. We were too far to communicate with words, but they sensed how scared I was and they just kept sending me worry and reassurance.” he whimpered. “But when I woke up I didn’t even have that. I don’t know where my brothers are or if they’re even alive. That’s what really hurts.”

There was a long beat of silence, and then Dani was pressing herself to his face to hug him. “Oh, Blades.” she said, sounding so pained and sad.

Blades felt a hand on his back, and looked up to see Dreadwimg staring at him, a knowing look in his optics. “I’m truly sorry, little one. At least when I was separated from my brother, I could use the bond to tell he still lived.”

Blades could only whimper again, and then his team was gathering around him. Dreadwing stepped back to give them space, and he watched at the small, odd little family came together to comfort the distressed flyer.

Blades just shook, forced to finally confront the reality of the situation. He hadn’t let himself think about it, before now. Now really. But he’d finally been forced to and he wished he hadn’t. He just wanted his brothers back. He missed them. He didn’t protest as Boulder gathered him close, and instead curled in to take the comfort his teammates were offering. Eventually, he exhausted himself, and he slipped into a light recharge, dreaming of days long past.

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Another week passed, and they’d finally contacted Optimus. The Prime had in very brief details explained something about a fight for the restoration of Cybertron, before agreeing to come talk with Dreadwing. They had indeed talked when he’d arrived at the island, and the Prime had agreed with Dreadwing’s continued presence here as long as the Burns agreed, and as long as the Seeker informed him before leaving Griffin Rock. Dreadwing had agreed to those terms, and the Prime had taken his leave once more.

Now, the Seeker was finally fully settled in the little bunker. It wasn’t an impressive space, but he wouldn’t be picky. Currently, it was late night, and the humans were asleep and the younglings in recharge. Or at least, most of them were. The little copter was missing. Dreadwing had noticed how he’d seemed more withdrawn ever since he’d confessed to being gestalt. The Seeker couldn’t blame the poor mechling, not really. So, when he realized the little bot was missing, he only sighed and went to search for him.

He found Blades in the courtyard by the firehouse, sitting on the ground and staring at the stars. He sat himself next to the youngling, frowning. “You should be recharging, little one.”

Blades looked at him, then back up. “I can’t. I keep remembering.” he sounded miserable.

Dreadwinf sighed. “Tell me, then. What is is that scares you more: holding on to hope that your brothers still live, or believing in the chance that they have been offlined?”

Blades flinched. “I don’t know. Both hurt.” he whispered. “Dreadwing, the last thing they ever felt from me was fear. What if they thought I was being hunted and killed like the other off world Rescue Bot teams? I asked Optimus when he was here. I know the Rescue Force massacre happened a only about an orn after we went into stasis.”

Dreadwing stilled, considering. That was a very likely scenario. “I do not know what they thought.” he said honestly. “Perhaps they did believe that. Perhaps they held o to hope that you escaped and searched for you. Perhaps they search for you still. Perhaps they were offlined in the War.” he sighed. “I cannot give you the answers, little one. Cybertron’s children are scattered, and I would not know where to tell you to begin searching, even if I knew for certain they were alive.”

Blades whimpered, and Dreadwing wasn’t surprised when the youngling turned to curl into his side. The Seeker draped an arm over the shaking shoulders and quivering rotors, holding the mechling close as he grieved. He wished he could help Blades more, but the truth was that he couldn’t. No one could. Blades would have to decide how to handle this himself.

As the youngling shook against his side, Dreadwing lifted his own gaze to the stars.

Can you see me, Skyquake? Would you approve of this? I would hope so. These mechlings need proper guidance, and the Prime refuses to give it. Starscream can wait. I hope you can forgive me for making you wait for your vengeance.

Blades hiccuped against him, curling even tighter against his side, and Dreadwing gently petted the trembling rotors. Slowly, the smaller flyer relaxed, until he had eventually slipped into recharge while tucked into the Seeker’s side.

Dreadwing stared at him for a long moment, then left out an breath of a chuckle and turned his gaze back up.

Primus, I’ve gone soft.

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Holy crap it’s done. I finished it. I hope my asker is happy. That was a monster and a half. It was fun to write, and I very much enjoyed it, but dear god was it long. My muse kept screaming ideas at me the whole time. Seriously you have no idea.

Also, can you all tell Blades is my favorite? Can you tell? Because he is. I adore him. I hope you don’t mind that I included the Protectobot Blades idea in. I’ve seen it floating around a few other places before now, so the idea isn’t originally mine, but I really like it and I think it fits with his character, so here we are.

With that done, I’m off to finish my next ask box prompt. It should be up in the next couple days. It will be nowhere as long as this one. In fact, most ask box fics will even get two posts long, so don’t get used to this.

[sometimesrosy]

Rosy that's fantastic news for your book!! I'm really happy for you. And just seeing "bellarke consum their love and even have grandkids" makes my heart full. Bob and Eliza said tthey were disappointed that 1/the charaters couldn't have kids in the end and that 2/ there was no hope. I totally agree with their interpretation of the end. Some people said the ending was super cool, and inkeeping with the whole show, and somehow hopeful. HOW WAS IT HOPEFUL?? the human race gets wiped out...

People said the ending was “super cool?” How?

Wait. I need to wrap my head around that. What are they looking at that seems super cool?

I actually don’t have a problem of the concept of transcendence that they worked on all season, nor Cadogan, the fake-spiritual, love-your-fellow-man-but-also-sacrifice-them-because-they-mean-nothing cult leader who favored his daughter, used his son, tossed his exwife into the apocalypse and killed Becca because she had power and knowledge beyond him.

Like, that could have been super cool if they’d kept him the villain, the antagonist, but instead they made him the protagonist who was, somehow, right about transcendence as if it wasn’t just another fucking doomsday cult that wanted humanity to end. I mean, it WAS just another fucking doomsday cult that wanted humanity to end, and the aliens vacuumed up humanity and allowed for no dissent. Here, have your perfect happy transcendence...but your body dies, the world ends, and humanity is gone. That is EXACTLY what ALIE did, and she was a villain. Perhaps a well meaning villain, but a terrifying villain.

How did the SAME story, get switched around to being some sort of victory for the state of humanity? How did the end of humanity, no chance to continue on, because they removed their ability to have children and carry on?

Why couldn’t they just fucking stay on The Ring if that was going to happen. At least they could have a small community up there.  But no. Without the info that our heroes brought, they wouldn’t have reached transcendence. 

That wasn’t transcendence. It was judgement day. Transcendence means you have worked your way to a higher state, and yes, it might be condescending and elitist, but you at least worked for it. And it wasn’t really a judgement day because they just took everybody, despite the fact that those idiots were fighting for no fucking reason. It was a PUNISHMENT day for Clarke, one of the only people who was actually TRYING to be better and do better. 

What was cool? The way the aliens brought back the people they cared for? Yes, that was cool. It wasn’t them of course, but some people would be impressed by the alien dressed up in the costume of their fav. I could see that being considered super cool. But honestly... that’s a story line that would have worked better in season 3 and in fact DID work remarkably well in season 3 when Lxa showed up in the COL. And it was ACTUALLY her, not some facsimile.

Was it cool to take away the agency of the hero of the story who we’ve been following for 7 years? Was it cool to erase the personality and motivation of our dual protagonist? Ok. So lets say you didn’t love Clarke or Bellamy. Octavia’s character was erased and she didn’t have a thing to do until the final battle, and then she got a romance that frankly made me uncomfortable but that’s taste. Echo was erased and she didn’t have a thing to do until the final battle. Raven was also erase although she got to be the one to convince the aliens that they weren’t totally awful beings. That was cool, but it seemed like a patch put on top of a story that had failed. The story being about how Clarke saves humanity, and Bellamy saves Clarke, which has been THE STORY FOR SIX YEARS. We spent six years building up a team with these two heroes who have been through so much shit and made the CHOICE to be the good guys, and in the end, Bellamy gives his power over to a charismatic obsessive leader (also happened in season 3 with Pike who was a great character and FAR better than Cadogan and actual sympathetic awful villain who thought he was saving his people while doing evil.) And Clarke actually becomes THE BAD GUY, who loses her sense of reason and commits violence due to loving too much-- a really tired, misogynistic storyline. Give women power and they go crazy. The hysterical woman. THIS DOES NOT FIT WITH CLARKE GRIFFIN. Also, we saw her go through that trauma of fear for her daughter, and she DID NOT GO CRAZY. Ruthless, yes. And then she worked through what she had done and recognized she was wrong and promised not to do that again. I honestly don’t know why she did it again.  Even if Bellamy betrayed her again, it didn’t make sense that she couldn’t work through it.

They had to keep the two characters apart in order have that ending happen. Why? Because Clarke acts as the center to Bellamy and Bellamy acts as the Center to Clarke. This season is the story of the FAILURE of the duo protagonists of the show. They separated them and broke them individually, and this meant they were unable to save the universe. 

Is it cool to make a show about heroes and then destroy them in the last season? But frame that destruction and the end of humanity as a VICTORY and positive ending? Maybe if you hate those characters and humanity and think there’s no hope for us anyway, so lets just burn it down.

Oh wait. I’m trying to figure out what’s SUPER COOL about that ending.

The purple sparkly aliens. Ok. How is that cool? That there’s actually an omnipotent alien out there that has the ability to just snap a whole race of people out of existence or into their big ole stew pot of consciousness.

1. Why? 2. How? 3. Where did that power come from? 4. Who are they? 5. What do they get out of erasing races and basically eating them?

Okay, putting aside the questions about how these omnipotent gods aliens came to be... is it possible they can be see as “super cool?” Let me go through.

1. Omnipotent aliens going through the universe, deciding when life forms were “ready” to be judged and then either wiping them out totally, or wiping them out totally but accepting their consciousnesses into their massive consciousness where they don’t want any “bad” lifeforms, which makes them now a higher lifeform but not at all what they once were. 

Cool/Not Cool. I dunno. Kind of seems like some sort of puritanical god who willy nilly decides if people are worthy of heaven. Will He, Nil He. That’s what that means. If we’re gonna get aliens at the last minute, I want aliens. I want to know who they are and what’s up with them. THAT’S the story. Those alien guys. Instead, the story was about the flotsam and jetsam at the end of humanity, either getting swept up into the god-form in the sky or being pounded to bits on the rocks. The heroes of our story have no say in what happens. They’re toast either way. Oh you mean we can be erased into nothing or erased into your hive mind? The only way this is cool is if you like nihilism. Which, yeah, some people do. NONE of their struggle over the past six years meant a damn thing. None of it. Their beliefs, their sacrifices, their mistakes, their heroism. It al reduces down to whether those sparkly purple aliens like them or not. That’s some bullshit. 

Not cool. 

2. Cadogan. Cult leader from the first apocalypse who conned the bulk of his followers and left them shady shelters that let them die. Kept the good stuff for his “best” followers. Paternalistic, obsessive, ruthless, megalomaniac framing his leadership and personality as “Love for Humanity,” while discarding every human who he deemed unworthy. Including his own family. Actually. Pretty cool.  AS A VILLAIN. Ending up at his cult colony in space hundreds of years later with thousands of years of development in time dilation. Cool. They’re creepy but make some bit of sense. Ok. Waking him up and then making him this fucking GURU who preaches love for humanity but sacrifices 99.9% of humanity all so that he can reach his mythical transcendence which is really the eradication of all humanity.... well, that’s actually cool. AS A VILLAIN. But somehow in the last season, Cadogan turned out to be the one who was right all along, and the story seemed to accept HIS concept that transcendence was the best thing that could happen to them, because humanity sucks and they always fight so they should be erase by paternalistic omnipotent gods. CADOGAN’S choices were the ones that were enacted. Bellamy gave his will to Cadogan and made CADOGAN’S choices, not his own. Never before in all the seasons did Bellamy “need it all to make sense.” He fucking KNEW it made no sense and he didn’t want to make those choices any more. And he did it to be a better person and make better choices and keep his family safe. The excuse they used for our hero to side with Cadogan did not fit. CADOGAN became the protagonist in the second half of the season. CADOGAN made all the choices that furthered the story. Our heroes were reduced to either brainwashed followers or ineffective, hysterical messes, our really not wanting anything to do with anyone’s salvation and just interested in their love life. It left Raven, Echo and Octavia to scramble around in the end and try to convince the purple sparkly gods not to erase them out of existence, just erase them and swallow them. :/ Cadogan as protagonist bringing humanity to “transcendence.”, Our supposed heroes as useless flotsam and jetsam floating around on the wreck of humanity whose choices and actions make no goddamn difference.

NOT COOL.

3. Character Storylines

Clarke’s storyline. NOT COOL. Bellamy’s storyline. NOT COOL. Octavia’s storyline. S.A COOL. S.B NOT COOL. Raven’s storyline. COOL. Echo’s storyline. S.A COOL. S.B NOT COOL. Murphy’s storyline. SUPER COOL. Emori’s storyline. SUPER COOL. Indra’s storyline.  COOL. Hope’s storyline. S.A COOL S.B NOT COOL. Jordan’s storyline. NOT COOL.  Diyoza’s storyline. COOL Gabriel’s storyline. COOL. Madi’s storyline. NOT COOL The grounders. Fucking morons. You really shouldn’t make a whole culture’s choices based around being absolutely too stupid to be allowed to live. EVEN when you get past xenophobia and learn about who they are and why they do things. NOT COOL. The culty people. Cool set up and world building. The society was dumb and had too many plot holes. MIDDLING SHEIDHEDA. NOT COOL. pointless plot device just used to make everyone forget everything they learned from 6 seasons. CADOGAN. COOL AS A VILLAIN. But he was the protagonist. So the ruination of the entire show and universe they created. NOT COOL.

SEASON A COOL OVERALL.  SEASON B NOT COOL. TOTAL SEASON NOT COOL

I think if people think the ending was supercool, they’ve never heard of a deus ex machina, and how that’s a BAD ending that is really just a cheat because you can’t figure out a way to get out of the story mess you made. 

I really hate post apocalyptic fiction that ends with no hope for humanity. JR kept telling us there was hope. I mean narratively, not in interviews, although he did that too, and in the last half season, he switched it around so they wouldn’t have hope, not even just our heroes, but all humanity. It was a bait and switch I did not appreciate. And I’m not talking about ships, I’m talking about the essential genre of the show. 

PS. thanks. I love my book and I hope someone picks it up so you all can read it. It also has elements of Han/Leia and another couple, Brashen/Althea from the Live Ship Traders book by Robin Hobb. They are, however, less traumatized than the characters in The 100. 

[mk-wizard]

Rescue Bots vs. COVID-19: How would it go down?

Hello. This essay is to answer a question asked by the inquisitive @petrichornial​ who raised a question that would make for an interesting scenario that would definitely involve the Burns family and Rescue Bots.

Right off the bat, we know that the bots don’t need to worry about catching it because COVID-19 is a virus that only affects organic people not robotic organisms. However, they can still be carriers as the virus can latch onto them which would require lockdown, safety, distancing and sanitation protocols to apply to them as well to keep humans around them safe. As for the Burns family, Cody would be the one stuck at home while the rest of the family would be required to go out often because they are first responders. In fact, I think all of the kids would be under lockdown which means most communication between everyone would only be digital. The good part is that a lot of things in Griffin Rock are done by machines anyway, so some business and such would still go on, but for people like Huxley Prescott who is a reporter, coffee shop owners and such, their work would suffer immensely.

Though the main focus would be how people are affected socially in which case, the four bots plus some of the townspeople would represent the five categories/issues society faces during COVID-19.

Number one, you have Heatwave who stands for people who are in denial of how much danger COVID-19 poses and how much they openly resent the lockdown and all of the restrictions. He wants to be free to do what he wants and he sometimes shirks protocols like not washing as soon as he comes back, not keeping his distance and becoming stir crazy from being inside so often. He probably become very moody and hard to talk to snapping at everyone.

Number two, you have Blades who stands for the other extreme of people who are taking precautions too far to the point of paranoia and hysteria. He sees COVID-19 as this boogeyman who is going to come get him the instant he takes a foot outside, he would fear going out, he would be afraid to go near anyone even people who are not a danger and have trouble performing rescues because that involves touching or going near people. Blades would probably go as far as thinking he has it or someone around him does prompting him to panic even further.

Number three, you have Chase who stands for the people enforcing the lockdown and safety precautions to the point where he is being too severe. In an attempt to keep people safe, he is fueling the paranoia and actually angering the stir crazy people instead of handling things with a sympathetic touch and common sense. I can even picture a moment where he refuses to let Chief Burns out during a rescue as an attempt to keep him safe, but doesn’t realize that he is endangering the people on scene. I don’t say all this because Chase is bad. It is that he is very lawful and is paranoid, but in a different way from Blades. Chief Burns is an older man making him more vulnerable to COVID-19 and he just wants to protect him, but fails to realize that the virus doesn’t work that way and that Charlie made an oath to help people. I even imagine a moment where Chase forcefully “sanitizes” by spraying them with sanitizer and water anyone who is caught outside including people who are allowed to be out like truck drivers or delivery people. Maybe even the cat Mr. Pettipaws after saving him and even suggesting giving HIM a fine for being outside.

Number four, you have some people who are accepting the lockdown and such, and are at home, but they are becoming extremely complacent to the point of laziness and letting themselves go. People are becoming slovenly, the state of property is being let go, nobody is exercising and take out is at an all time high indicating that people are not eating right either. This raises concerns because while people may not wind up ill because of COVID-19, they will wind up ill because of self negligence and unhealthy lifestyles. Some characters will even wind up gaining weight or dressing like slobs. I can picture mayor Luskey being the guy who just sits around dressing like a slob and becoming fatter which also has a very negative impact on his marriage as his wife becomes disgusting by his laziness and listlessness.

Lastly, we have Boulder who represents the best of us trying to get through COVID-19 and he would be the star of this episode as he would also serve as the voice of reason especially at the end. Boulder is abiding by the rules, but he is being reasonable about it and while staying inside, he is making the most of his time by keeping up with his hobbies and even maintaining the HQ. He even helps Cody get around to taking up cleaning up his own space and even sorting out material things he never got around to before. Boulder would probably even encourage Cody to learn how to keep after himself and the importance of respecting your home. I can even picture this episode bringing in Ratchet as a special guest star since he is a doctor and can give medical advance to everyone, including the bots, for the physical and mental health.

In the end, it would be Boulder along with Cody and Dr. Greene who would bring the town back to its senses by ceasing to be extremes in any directions by reminding them that outbreaks have occurred before throughout history. Moreover, they would inspire the people to be mindful that surviving COVID-19 doesn’t mean anything if we can’t even survive ourselves and that we shouldn’t use the lockdown as an excuse to let ourselves go or cease being productive. This would bring also the other three bots to their senses and give them, especially Heatwave, new purpose by helping people maintain their properties since the bots cannot get sick. Also, Prescott would find new purpose by allowing people to send in how-to videos and other family videos to bring up spirits on his blog. Lastly, some people would even use this chance to at long last use the lockdown to get around to doing things they should have done a long time ago. In the case of mayor Luskey, he finally decides to get up from the couch and exercise alongside his wife hinting that he is on his way to getting in shape and patching things up with her.

As a bonus point, I imagine Doc Greene is using the lockdown to do more than just do experiments. Being the positive person he is, he wants to use the time to be productive so he is trying out all kinds of hobbies though some of them are not working out like singing where he is tone deaf, cooking though his food is worse than Dani’s, and he even attempts things like yoga and knitting. However, he has the right attitude in not sitting around doing nothing and he is still taking care of himself and his home. In the end, he does find a hobby that works for him especially when you consider what his wife does: botany.

And that is my take on how COVID-19 would go down in Rescue Bots. Of course, this is only how I imagine it. I am curious to hear what you think would happen.

Thanks for reading, have a great day and stay safe.

[valkyriesryde]

Release the Hounds {15/15}

Chapter 15: Get Down

Chapter Summary: The search continues for Hades in the mortal realm and on Olympus Thor must face the reality that his council will never be the same. The End. 

Word Count: 3,700ish

A/N: its been about three months since I wrote the last chapter and I’ve lost motivation to write, had depressive episodes, moved cities away from my family and spent countless hours writing and rewriting this chapter not wanting it to end. Thank you to everyone who read and will read this, your support will forever hold a dear place in my heart and I appreciate all of the messages I have received from the beginning of this story more than any of you will know. Here is the finale, I hope I did you all justice <3

“Harley, Peter, you two take to the south down the mountain, Rebecca will take to the skies and I’ll go west,” Natasha handed out the instructions for their search as if it were another battle plan. To her and everyone else there it was just that. Time was of the essence and if they left it too long there was a high chance that Hades was dead. 

From the amount of blood and gold on the snow in front of them, they didn’t have much time at all, and by how weak Harley was already feeling, he knew it was near. 

To the east was a cliff, Rebecca had already peered down and Natasha’s owl had done a closer inspection with no evidence of the queen of the Underworld. 

“Steve, you’ll go north into the woods, you’ll be stronger in the trees.” That was her last instruction before they parted ways. If one were to find Hades a flare would be sent into the sky that lit up the sky like the Star of Bethlehem. If they came into trouble, well, they’d have to figure that out when they came to that obstacle. 

It’s good to know what these gods were going up against, yes they were searching through a mountain range with a forest climbing its sides. But they were also in the middle of nowhere. There was no sign of human life for miles upon miles and that meant one of two things.

The first thing it meant was that this was a hunting ground at the best of times but unsurvivable for humans majority of the time, this was in the favour of the gods, it was the middle of winter, it was slim to none that they would come across a human while searching the land in this area.

The second thing it meant was that with the lack of humans came an abundance of other things. Animals filled the land, from the woods to the cliff faces. Predators like eagles, foxes and wolves hunted the land. Prey like small birds, rabbits and even goats lived as best they could. It was hard for any mortal animal to really thrive in these woods though. With no humans in this land it meant there were no demigods, no half and half’s to protect the preciousness of mortal life, so the supernatural, the monsters that were too rabid for the city roamed the land freely. 

The further Steve stepped into the woods the less connected with the mortal world he felt. Cerberus walked in front of him with his nose to the ground but he hadn’t picked up the scent of Hades yet, there were too many other smells. Smells that Cerberus liked, minotaurs, werewolves, even a griffin but too far away. 

Steve was on high alert, every noise, every rustle of leaves and breeze that blew past him caught his attention. He had to take it slow, a hunt, not a fight. Go too quickly and he could miss something, a sign, blood, a mark she could have made, anything. There was evidence of the beasts all around him, paw prints and scratches on tree trunks, leftover hunted prey left to the other animals in the woods but no sign of Hades. 

Hades sight was hazed. She couldn’t make out details around her as she reached out across the ground and felt the ground beneath her. Cold stone under her fingertips, sharp rocks up the side of the wall. She was in a cave, deep into it with little light around her, it wasn’t just the injuries that had taken her sight. 

There was no portal near her, she was too weak to make her own way to the underworld but she could feel the magic around her. She could feel the supernatural beings’ powers and strength more than the weakness that the mortal world put her through. But it wasn’t enough to help her move out of the cave herself. 

In the snow, in the middle of the forest, wolves stalked the trees. They kept watch and growled at any noise or critter that came close. It didn’t take much longer for Cerberus to smell the wolves. A scent that Cerberus was familiar with but not for years. 

It was getting cold and dark when they came to the small clearing at the front of the cave. Steve could almost sense the wolves stalking the area around him as they walked out of the tree line to be met with one lone wolf standing at the entrance. 

Cerberus immediately bowed to the wolf who’s fur was a crisp white like the snow beneath his paws. It stood side on but as it turned to bow down to both Steve and Cerberus, Steve caught a glimpse of something that made his skin crawl and his heart drop.

Gold. Soaked into his fur mixed with dark red in the matted fur. 

“Where is she?!” He choked out, trying to be strong even though his body was crippling with fear. The wolf was big, bigger than any he had seen before. It currently towered over both he and Cerberus, who was still bent down to the ground. It stood, looked at Steve and then turned back into the cave. Cerberus sat patiently in the snow now, he knew this wasn’t his place, he knew this pack, he was a part of this pack, he would do what the leader said. 

Steve however, he followed the white wolf into the cave, deeper and deeper until it stopped and stepped aside to show Steve the lost treasure he had been looking for. 

And there she was. 

And there he stood.

She could feel him, that same smell from the first time they met, fresh rain, pollen in the air, it stood out against the damp, the stone and the stench of death she knew was coming from herself. Maybe she wasn’t so much better than Demeter said. Maybe she deserved this. 

It took some time to convince the wolves to let him take Hades. She’d fallen back asleep soon after his arrival, not even acknowledging him, he wasn’t sure she actually knew he was here. The wolves were protective of their fallen angel. But Steve was able to convince them that he was her safety, he told them he would protect her, that he would take her home.

“There must be a doorway here?!” He said into the darkness but only stone walls surrounded him. “How am I meant to get her home?” He come all this way, he’d worked so hard this entire time to help her and the Underworld, and now? All of his work, all of the time he’d spent learning about her world when he could have spent it with her. His priorities were morphed to what he thought was right, putting her on the council. But what was right had nothing to do with her position, nothing to do with anyone else but her, she should have been his priority. 

She was too light in his arms as he picked her from the group. Her skin was cold, lacking of any sort of colour. The wolves stepped aside as he carried her out of the cave where Cerberus waited, now standing tall in his true form. Three heads, obsidian black fur and paws as big as Steve’s chest. 

“Take us home Cerberus?” He asked and the pet growled in response, kneeling as Steve placed Hades on his back and climbed up afterwards. “As fast as possible Spot.”

Cerberus bound towards the edge of the cliff, closer and closer until he jumped. Steve held Hades tight as they fell further and further until the depths below turned black and rimmed with gold.

Behind them, at the entrance to the cave the wolves ventured further into the woods again, their debt owed to the god who saved their youngest. Behind them, as they went out of sight, a birch tree sprout. Taller than any seen before in the mortal realm, leaves full and green in the middle of winter. A normal looking tree apart from its height to many but to those that knew, to Natasha and Rebecca as they saw it grow from the top of the mountain, to Peter and Harley who saw it tower over everything else, they knew what it meant. A new beginning was here and the Queen will be returned home. 

One Week Later

Thor stood overlooking Olympus from his balcony. It was filled with life and freedom, as if the past few months had never happened, as if his sister hadn’t been attacked and left for dead by someone he trusted, as if everyone was safe and things we normal.

“Funny how little they really know isn’t it?” Loki stood by his side, as he always had. The green and teal of his cloak reflecting in the sun overhead and against the snow on the ground. “Bucky has come full force today it seems,” he smiled.

“Its in celebration, she woke up today, she’s doing much better it seems. MJ has been by her side continuously to help the healing. She’ll be back to herself soon enough.” 

“Say her name would you Thor. What could go wrong if you say it here, no one is around.” Loki slithered behind Thor, his hands dropped onto his shoulders, “Hades.” He said into his ear. “Our darling sister, our first protector, the selfless one, the keeper of our secrets. Say her name in Olympus dear brother, shout it from the rooftops!” Loki leaned his back against the railing as Thor whispered her name and they felt the wind settle briefly around them.

“Hades is awake,” he said quietly, “Demeter is locked in her home and Hades will sit on the council. Are you happy?”

“I am, though I do wish you had given me the pleasure of tearing that godforsaken mother from earth apart myself but to each their own.” Loki smiled jokingly at Thor who let out a deep laugh back. Brothers, until the end of time. 

The air began to still in Olympus as the two stood overlooking it, the people in the streets and the market stood still, the bustling sound softened to a murmur that they could no longer hear. 

And when the brothers looked out at the steps of Olympus they saw the reason for the silence. First it was the black petals that floated through the air around her, the blackened path that dragged behind her cloak, turning to a gold pathway as the judges followed her in full adorned armour. Pietro in silver, a hero, Wanda in red, to remember the innocent, and Sam in black, for the monsters, his wings mixed with the colours of the judges and dripping gold for his queen as he walked a step behind the other two. One, two and three, they followed her on the gold plated path. A few steps behind them was the final member of her entourage, his armour held the most colour, blues and reds, pinks and greens and a shield on his back.

The queen walked with purpose, she didn’t look to the sides at the nymphs and olympians, she didn’t take in any of their judgements. Even though they murmured with gossip as they watched the son of Demeter follow his mother’s enemy. They whispered about how Hades had kidnapped Steve, how she had lured him with a flower so beautiful he couldn’t resist, others whispered about how it was Steve that turned his back from Demeter, that he was coerced by the judges to join the Underworld before the debate and they had poisoned his mind. Rumours ran hot in Olympus as the five continued to walk onwards towards the temple. 

Inside the temple was chaos. Thor and Loki moved quickly to the throne room where the rest of the Olympian gods were already waiting, having been summoned by Hades herself to meet. Something the brothers weren’t aware of until a nymph of Thor stopped him in the hallway and exclaimed as such.

The letters had appeared on their desks, their counter tops or bedside tables late last night and had been kept under wraps from all after the heat of the last few weeks.

The doors burst open before the council and Hades stepped into the room. The twelve gods sat in their seats and stood as she moved to stand in the centre, the judges stayed back, as did Steve, awaiting their next order.

One bowed to the queen, Ares, he kneeled as soon as she entered. No one knew what this meeting was about, no one knew why they were called and everyone feared the worst, especially with the absence of Demeter. Ares feared Hades’ wrath the most, he would have no part in this, he’d chosen his side and continued to be loyal to both Olympus as well as Hades. 

“Good morning all,” she smiled sweetly and bowed her head but none replied. 

Then the doors opened and in walked Thor and Loki. They moved to their thrones, side by side the biggest of all and at the forefront of the council, one empty on one side of Thor. Hades knelt, her entourage followed.

“What are you doing out of bed so soon?” Thor questioned as he sat, his voice seeped with disappointed.

“I’m fine brother, no need to worry,” she rolled her eyes lovingly at her brother and stood straight. “I’ve come to present my statement, and return what was taken.” 

Steve tried to protest, he had no idea this was what she was doing, he thought she was taking her rightful seat on the council. Sam glared in his direction, daring him to speak.

“You’ve already come home sister,” Loki said and Hades cocked an eyebrow at him. “May I?” He gestured to Thor who simply nodded his head. All of the olympian gods looked on confused, they all assumed the same, that she was here to give back Steve, they had no idea what was really going on. “Transparency is key it seems and we have learnt that the hard way here haven’t we? Hades I believe I speak for everyone here when I say we are pleased to honour your rightful place on the council beside us, this throne was and will always be yours if you wish to take it.”

“What of-?”

“She’s been banned from any council business.” Thor stood before the council as Loki sat back down, he slowly walked down the few steps to Hades. “Demeter’s views do not match that of the council, she no longer has Olympus or the mortals in her best interests, only herself. She’s been locked in her home, awaiting punishment.” He looked past Hades towards Steve with sorrow in his eyes, “we were to meet later today to discuss her punishment, but I’m glad you’re here, we can begin business. Now sit, judges, you may wait outside as is custom.” 

Hades followed Thor up the steps and so casually that it never felt out of place she sat, on the council of Olympus. 

“God of Spring,” Steve heard as he turned to walk out, “won’t you be sitting to speak for your domain?” Bucky smirked at his friend, inviting him to the seat beside him. 

Steve looked to the big three, to the other gods surrounding him, they were all waiting for his answer, waiting for him to sit where his mother once had. And of course, he would never keep them waiting long. 

“Are you sure about this?” She asked him at the rivers’ edge. He looked up to the gates as they glistened and moved, the flowers bloomed, the gold sparkled in the sun, the daffodils were scattered far and wide and he looked back to her. 

“My task isn’t done yet, if I’m to teach Olympians everything they need to know about the Underworld, I need to know everything myself.” He smiled at her, his Queen.

“You don’t have to do this Steve, I can get MJ to reverse the curse,” she was so unsure, with no one around she was always so much more vulnerable with him.

“I don’t want it to be broken, and even if it was it wouldn’t stop me from coming back any chance I could to see you.” A step closer, a whisper under his breath just for her. “The fates brought me to you-“

“That doesn’t mean you have to stay.”

“Would you be quiet,” he laughed and she shied away. “They are not why I want to stay,” a gently hand on her cheek, pushing a boundary they had unspokenly set for themselves. Never to succumb to the fates, to form their own opinions, to have their own conclusions. “I have to have you in my life.”

“And you in mine,” she gleamed and when he beamed back she thought Bucky had brought the sun down to the Underworld with how warm she felt.

“I have to collect some things from Bucky, but I’ll be back later tonight, I promise.” Steve turned to leave before she could even say goodbye but he stopped in his tracks at her voice.

“Take Cerberus! He’ll protect you where I can’t.” The dog shrinking to the Doberman he was familiar with by his side. 

Under the stars of the souls, painted in the skies of the Underworld by artists the God of Spring held the Queen of the Dead. He kissed her in front of the Gates of the Underworld, where their symbols were intertwined for eons before their paths even crossed, before either of them knew of the importance of each other. 

A kiss that was a promise, a see you soon, a please be safe. The two gods were never away from each other for long. When the God of Spring returned in the darkness later that night, when everything was sound asleep he walked into the home of Hades to find her still wide awake, sitting and watching over the gates, waiting for his return. He was welcomed with a small smile, a “you were gone too long” and tugs towards bed. 

The fates dropped him in the Underworld at her feet. They twisted and pulled at their strings together and bound, no knife or scissors could ever break them apart. All the gods knew, all those who were witnesses were well aware now and none feared they were wrong. The protector, had her own protection. 

That is the story of Hades and Persephone. Of love and betrayal. Of chosen family. Of new homes and realising ones worth. I don’t think I’m missing anything, they lived happily ever after and all that good stuff. Why are you still here? They kissed, isn’t that what you wanted?!

Oh 

I know what it is.

What punishment did the council decide on you ask? What consequence did Demeter face? 

It was winter in Olympus, the God of Spring returned to collect his belongings to go to his new home in the Underworld where he would spend each winter for the rest of time. But there was one step he had to make along the way. 

In the dead of the night Demeter sat at the gazebo that was once her son’s. She’d torn through the drawings and belongings she’d found there, they sat amongst the cold wood. Her tears had quietened as she began to accept her defeat and fall from power. As she did so the leaves began to move. 

She heard footsteps in the snow, crunching under the weight of whoever moved towards her. 

“Who goes?! No one is allowed in here show yourself!” She yelled into the darkness with no reply. 

Through the splitting wood of the gazebo behind her, flora began to grow. Vines, roses with thistle sharp as knives, asphodel in the corners. And at its centre Demeter saw the fruition of the prophecy she once thought she controlled. 

In the darkness of her garden, eyes shone through behind her. A man standing tall, his eyes a crisp blue, anger seething from them. Above him were three more sets of eyes, red, glaring at their prey.

No nymph could have this power, no member of Olympus par from the big three were allowed to step foot within this home anymore. She was to be locked away from all that she held so dear. But there were still pathways, there are always pathways even into a locked room. And he had found it. 

Demeter felt her breath shorten as it flowered, the daffodil, through the cracks of her son’s gazebo it flowered bright and tall in the night. And when she turned she saw the moon catch sight of the metal weapon in his hand. No nymph would feel her wrath again, no child would think they were less than loved in her presence ever again, no god would think they had no worth because of the poison that left her tongue. Because she would never be seen again. 

The eyes slipped back into the darkness and disappeared as if they were never there. He left the same way he came, through the cracks in the stone that the caves reached. Ironic that the place she feared most was just a doorway away from her home this entire time he thought as he left her fearing for her life. 

“The scythe will swing low,” he whispered as it closed behind him. The three headed dog by his side, back in the realm of the dead and moving towards the home on top of the hill as if he’d just popped down to the store. Now he was home.

“When the wind is still and the air is cold, the sun will shine in Hades. 

When what belongs is brought home the snow will fall.

It will crunch under the steps of the taken, it will slice through the heart of the fallen.

The harvest will not grow when spring is taken. 

But the daffodil will grow through the cracks of the grave

And the scythe will swing low.” 

The End 

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Chthonic Love 22

Series Summary: A Greek Mythology AU featuring Yoongi/Suga as Hades and reader as Persephone. Olympian ruler Namjoon has delivered you, Persephone, as a gift for his brother, lord of Death, Yoongi

Chapter Summary: You and Yoongi find each other in Inferno

Previous chapter here

Yoongi gingerly stood up in the boat, monitoring the rocking. “It’s been what, a few hundred years?” He said smugly as he gazed across the icy dead-filled sea. He smirked at the arch-demon, Lucifer.

 Lucifer completely stopped beating his huge leathery, causing the Cocytus Sea to fall still. His form was that of a giant Beast; the head of a dragon and the body of a griffin. His lower half was encased in an icy miasma. His taloned arms flailed and clawed at the ice, trying to drag his lower half out of the sea. “Almost a thousand. Let me out!” He roared in Anger, venom dripping from his mouth.

 Yoongi stood there, he didn’t have time for this. Acting bored, he sighed. “No. I don’t think I will. Did another living being pass through here?” He attempted to remain calm.

 Lucifer laughed, a deep and terrible sound.  “And if someone did? Why would I tell you? You and your brother put me here to torture me.” He struggled once more, “Release Me!”

 “My brother and I put you there because you fought for the Titans.” Yoongi paused; remembering the end of the Titan wars, he shuddered.  “You have at least another millennia of penance.”

 The dragon snarled, assessing Yoongi with his golden eyes. “Who can say the girl is still alive? Perhaps she succumbed to the wailing souls and slipped into the sea.”

 Yoongi felt nauseous at the thought, and yet he knew in his heat you were still alive. He snorted in disgust at Lucifer and angrily sat down, grabbing the oars. "Then it would seem we have nothing to discuss.”

 “Wait! Wait! Let me out!!!” Lucifer continued to claw at the ice. “If you release me I’ll help find that Goddess. She’s probably in the middle of the Inferno right now. You won’t be able to reach her in time.”

 Yoongi bit his lip wondering what his chances were. Wondering what your chances were.  Lucifer was responsible for keeping the souls in Cocytus. Was there someone else who could do it? He cursed in irritation that he had to make this decision. Why did he tell you to leave? Fuck. Lucifer has tortured thousands of mortals when he was free. He had ripped apart lesser gods and goddesses.

 Yoongi sighed, “No.” He said decisively. “I’ll see you in another thousand years.” He started to row further East, feeling the temperature increase almost immediately.

 “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” He heard the dragon roar, but it was too late. He knew you wouldn’t approve of releasing a monster, even if it meant saving you. And he hated it. Because for you, he would have done it.

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Beyond the Cocytus Sea lies something far more treacherous. Beyond the wailing souls and the icy waves, you will find the Inferno. Saved for the souls of tyrants, the fire is so hot that at first it feels cold. The caldera of Magma is fed through channels that run deep through the Underworld. Flames rise up through poisonous geysers , threatening to suffocate anyone who breathes the air. 

 It would seem this chapter in the Compendium had not been an exaggeration. You had dipped your cloak in the water of Cocytus when you saw that you were approaching the lake of fire. You wrapped the damp fabric around yourself and began to say your prayers to Athena. Silent tears fell down your face. Would the boat catch on fire? You had no way of knowing. You tried in vain to paddle against the wind, but the Cocytus breeze was unrelenting; the pull of the Inferno unyielding. You took a deep breath as the boat quietly slipped from the seawater into the lava. You waited for the boat to melt; for the wood to catch fire. It did not.

 You looked around. The sky was pitch black. The surface of the Lake was molten lava. And it was so very hot.  In the distance you could make out the silhouette of rock features, geysers rising and spewing noxious fumes into the air. You laid down on the bottom of the boat. It had gotten you through Cocytus, maybe you could float through Inferno. 

 Time passed by slowly as you felt the boat rock gently. You recounted your youth, playing with Hoseok, your mother braiding your hair, helping mortals with their gardens. Really, you had lived a good life. You hadn’t planned on coming to the Underworld. But you were happy you did. Other than today. Even then, this morning had been great. You breathed shakily as you remembered resting your back against Yoongi’s chest; his fingers exploring your body. You really thought you had a future with the Lord of the Underworld. You hadn’t thought your future was to die down here. At least not for several thousand years. They say for mortals their life flashes before their eyes before they die. Was this the same thing? The tears evaporated off your face almost as soon as they fell. Your lips began to feel exceedingly dry; unable to keep saliva in your mouth anymore. It was so hot.

 To your surprise, you felt the boat suddenly and decisively change direction. Your eyes went wide as you sat up and saw a cave entrance, carved into a sheer rock wall. The mouth of the cave was dripping with magma, looking like the jaws of a fiery beast. In your heart you knew that all that lay on the other side of this entrance was nothingness. This was the end. No. Nonononono. You started trying to row against the pull. 

 Yoongi sailed through the rest of Cocytus easily, his powers regenerated when he paused for his chat with Lucifer. Once he entered Inferno though, the magma pushed against the boat trying to keep him out. He scanned the horizon in annoyance. What good was being the Lord of the Underworld when everything down here attempted to defy him? Annoyed, he removed his shirt and prepared to shift. He had little use for his true immortal form. The monsters that lurked in the Underworld for enough. He much preferred the comfortable form of a human. He winced in pain as he allowed the skin on his back and shoulders to rip apart. 

 “Ahhhh….” He cried out. It had been hundreds of years since he used his wings. The last time was in a contest with Jungkook. He had lost and swore off ever using the useless things ever again. The midnight black appendages unfolded, flanking his back. He stood up and flapped them several times. Just like riding a horse, he reassured himself. He took a deep breath and leapt up, allowing his wings to beat down against the air. He slowly became airborne. 

 Where were you? He flew up higher, attempting to study the flow of the magma. He saw you finally. The small boat was a few meters from the Nihil Cave. No. Anything that went into that cave became nothing. No Elysium. No Underworld. Just nothing. He swooped down, too fast too fast.

 You turned your attention from the cave mouth behind you where you had heard a whooshing sound, followed by a splash.  What? Your surprise turned to horror as you saw Yoongi pop up on the surface of the magma.

 “Yoongi!?!” You cried, as best you could with your parched throat, trying to row over towards him.

 Yoongi resisted the urge to gasp for air, keeping his mouth tightly shut. He was immortal, but he felt pain. He imagined magma down the throat would be extremely painful. He felt his skin start to burn.

 “Oh my God.” You cried, seeing Yoongi’s skin melt off, revealing red and black underneath.  Your eyes stung with tears. “I’m coming.” You said, but the oars wouldn’t budge. 

 Yoongi’s eyes widened with fear as he watched you throw the cloak to the bottom of the boat and look at him. “Persephone. No. No.” He started to swim frantically towards the boat.

 You jumped in. The Compendium was right. It was cold for a split second before you felt the fire erupt around you. Fuck this was a bad idea. You swam up towards the top of the caldera. You looked around frantically when you finally surfaced. Yoongi, Yoongi, fuck this hurt. Ouch.

 You felt something pull on your shoulders.  “Hold on,” you heard Yoongi say gruffly. You barely had time to comprehend before you felt yourself being plucked out of the magma and soon flying over it. You didn’t have time to register being dropped unceremoniously into the row boat you could only assume was Yoongi’s. 

 Yoongi plopped down in front of you, breathing heavily. His wings were tattered and his human skin sloughing off his body. In their place was a mix of red and black seared flesh. He had such beautiful skin, and now it looked like burnt meat. Your eyes filled with tears not for the pain that was traveling through your own body, but for what he must be feeling.

 You looked around. This vessel was between Cocytus and Inferno. You looked back over at Yoongi. "Yoongi,” you cried out. You wanted to embrace him but you weren’t sure with the condition he was in. “I can fix this. I can fix this.” You said, more to yourself than him.

 “Just leave it,” he yelled. He fell to his knees, exhausted. The injured wings folded in and he took a deep breath, willing the boat to change directions. The boat slowly turned back towards Cocytus.

 “Yoongi,” You slowly extended your hands towards his, trying desperately to start healing him.

 “LUCIFER,” You heard Yoongi bellow. “Helps us cross and I’ll take 200 years off your sentence.”

 The wind died down. You peered through the mist.  Was that a dragon? You were so confused. The creature began to cackle.

 “Not looking so smug now are we Yoongi?” The dragon tapped it’s claws against the ice block surrounding it’s torso. 

 “That’s Lord Yoongi you ungrateful bastard, now take the deal or don’t,” Yoongi cried, clutching his side in agony.

 “Make it 500 years.” The dragon snapped.

 Yoongi tried to stay standing, but his one leg gave out underneath him, causing him to kneel. 

 Lucifer bellowed. “The Lord of the Underworld kneels before me. Ahahaha. You should have accepted my help when I offered it to you.”

 Fuck. You stood up, trying hard to not rock the boat. “250 year or nothing. Now help us sail back to the Stygian Sea. Now.” 

 Lucifer laughed, “Do you give this woman the authority to speak for you, Lord Yoongi?”

 “I do,” he gritted out.

 “Very well, it is done.” He inhaled and blew his icy breath, causing the boat to abruptly change it’s speed and direction, towards the Stygian sea. Yoongi collapsed onto the bottom of the boat.   

 “Yoongi, Oh no.” You knelt down next to him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have waited and left with Hoseok. 

 "Shut up. I was an idiot." Yoongi coughed. “I shouldn’t have told you to leave.”

 “It’s fine. All I do is hurt people. I’ll go. It’s fine. Let me fix this.” Your body wracked with sobs as you placed your hands onto his chest.

 The boast slipped back into the Stygian Sea. Sensing Yoongi’s dominion, the sea gently began to push the boat back towards the estuary. 

 "I'm so sorry," you sobbed. "Holly, help me," you asked as the boat approached the gates. Holly whimpered and very gently used one of his mouths to pick up Yoongi and place him gently on the black sand. 

 You clamored out of the vessel and threw yourself down next to him. You conjured as much energy as you could. You were used to healing flowers and plants, not people; not Olympians. "Please Yoongi. I'm so sorry. Please." you placed your hands on his arm and chest where the fire had burned him. 

 His skin slowly started to return, a pale patchwork at first and then a whole canvas. You continued, feeling some of his energy mixing with yours. He was coming back. He would be ok. Energy flowed out of you, a purple glow emanated into his chest and arm. Purple leaves and vines spread out over his pale skin. In exchange, flame snapped at the energy, sending a burning sensation up into your hand. 

 "Ow," you cried out as more tears fell involuntarily. 

 Yoongi tried to push your hands off him. "If it hurts stop," he coughed. 

 "No. I love you. I have to fix this." You pushed your hands down even harder against his protests ,the flames growing up your arms. "I can fix this." you whispered more to yourself than him. You don't know how long you stayed that way, the pain changing from sharp shooting pain to a dull throb. Before long you were exhausted, the energy barely glowing. The last thing you saw before you blacked out was a pattern of purple and clack chrysanthemums on Yoongi's chest. @sugas-bbygirl  @twilight-loveer

[xiaoyunenigma]

Coffee Break (ChaseXCharlie)

A/N: I'm tired and stressed szksjxhsh because everything went wrong so I made this comfy fluffy chapter for me and everyone having a bad day😫❤️✨

Ps:I love rainy days, it's just so relaxing. 👉👈

Daily reminder that you should drink some tea/coffee/FAV drink and relax before you continue your daily life✨❤️

Muah, love yall and enjoy~

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Gentle pitter-patter on the glass pane made Chief sigh in content as he rested his chin on his elbow, the man staring out at his porch with a retrospective look. His kids were in the bunker, happily interacting with the Rescue Bots. That left the aging father some time to relax and enjoy the quiet hours after his shift of patrol ended.

Exhaling slowly, Charlie Burns continued to stare outside until he felt a gentle embrace from behind, taking him out of his daydreaming.

"What are you thinking, sir?"

It was Chase in his holoform.

"Oh, didn't hear you coming in." Charlie said, dropping his head to Chase's neck, nuzzling deep.

"Are you well, Chief? You seem to be be...cuddling CLOSE-NOT THAT I MIND, O-OF COURSE!" Chase immediately cleared things up, stuttering as he feared that the man would be offended.

"Nice save, partner...and no, I'm just....resting."Charlie sighed again, successfully making the mech even worried.

Chase tenderly placed his hands onto the chief's forehead before retracting it.

"No signs of fever; you aren't ill. I believe this is what Cody refers to as Monday's blues...but today's Friday." Chase mused but didn't let go of the man, choosing to envelop him with a bear hug.

"I'm tired." Charlie mumbled, greying eyebrows furrowed as he spoke. "I'm getting so old... Perhaps Griffin Rock would need a new Chief soon..."

"Someday, but that day isn't now or ever." Chase growled, tightening his grip on Charlie's chest. "Please Chief, excuse me but with all due respect, you are the most capable man to be in this mission.....and I don't wish to have a new partner that quick;I would like to spend more time with my favourite human."

"Favourite huh?" Charlie blinked up with happiness, staring at mech, who had a tint of pink dusted on his face.

"Besides you, Cody comes in close second." Chase added before diving in to give a quick peck on Charlie's lips. "No more sighing, love."

"I know, I know. Gotta be strong..." Charlie let out a yawn, unable to hide his tiredness. "Thanks Chase. For the record, you are my favourite too...besides Cody."

"It seems like we both have a common understanding for doting over Cody." Chase smirked, happy to get a positive reaction from his lover.

Slowly prying away his hands, the ravenette went to the pantry and got out two mugs from the drawer and set them on the counter before retrieving two sachets of instant cocoa. Pouring them inside each mugs, Chase carefully poured hot water into them as he remembered the steps Cody had taught him weeks ago.

'Remember to add marshmallows...' Chase thought to himself as he placed the fluffy sweets over the drink. Nodding in satisfaction of his work, Chase brought the two porcelain mugs over to the window area and handed one to Charlie.

"Hmm-Oh, for me?" Charlie jumped in surprise. Taking over the drink, the greying hair man took a sip of his warm drink and let out a satisfying groan.

"Ah...perfect." Chief responded, subconsciously leaning towards his blushing partner.

'I must remember to thank Cody for this tiny detail later!' Chase made a mental note.

"Thank you Chase, that was very sweet of you." Chief said, turning towards the man and beamed with delight. "I do enjoy fuzzy beverage on a rainy evening. You're a lifesaver sometimes, do you know that?" Charlie hummed and took another drink, moustache touching the froth from the hot cocoa.

"I am a Rescue Bot, it is my duty to save lives." Chase replied, also enjoying his hot drink. "And you're welcome, sir." Chase smirked and cuddled closer, watching the raindrops rolling off the window with Charlie by his side.

"Perfect evening activity, especially when you're with a loved one." Chase whispered as he felt his shoulders getting heavier. Turning to his left, the police bot could only smile in adoration as he saw the single father dozed off on his shoulder, snoozing in content.

Sighing, Chase shifted closer and hugged the man, letting the sleepy officer to lie on his chest for the rest of the hour.

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Summer Rains and Old Pains

It took four years for Lambert to admit that the Cat wasn’t just an acquaintance. It took two more before he acknowledged that in so many words. He would never know when he fell in love with him.It took six months for Aiden to stop sleeping with one eye open - the wolf didn’t have the patience for a long con. It took two years for him to start calling the wolf “his friend” at the Caravan. It took two more for him to think that he might be a little bit in love with him. It would be a decade before they kissed for the first time.

It was a delicate game that they played, dancing on a knife’s edge in barefoot summer rains.A light push in either direction would send them both into a free fall, anger and violence for months on end until they simmered and cooled enough to embrace and cling to the other’s company like a child to a blanket. A push could be as simple as a beg for another evening or as forceful as a fistfight. It was a dangerous dance that worked in their favor most days. They were determined to make it work; so it did.

* They rode at each other’s side, horses trotting along toward the next podunk little town big enough to have a decent inn. They hadn’t seen another traveler in days and even Lambert was aching for a good bed to lie in. Naturally it had to rain. “If you hadn’t insisted we check out that embankment we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Aiden grumbled, his hair was plastered to the sides of his face and neck. He should have looked like a half drowned rat... or cat. It wasn’t fair, he looked like a painting.“I’m sorry that I have some half decent morals!” He added a mutter under his breath of “Fucking Cat.” “Your morals got you a sprained ankle and no pay for a job that should have gotten us at least twenty crowns a piece, sweetheart.” He… had a point. It wasn’t even as though the drowners were near a village. They were three hours from the last washing post for Melitele’s sake. But… no. He was not admitting defeat.“Better than a dead kid next summer. Hell, what are you complaining for? You’re the one who's been bitchin’ about a bath.” “Yes. A bath. A wonderful, warm, lovely bath- not freezing rain and a muddy river. Melitele’s tits Lam!” Aiden was a good man, he was. A damn sight better than Lambert most days but the man could complain for hours . Lambert would be paying some inn keeper for a bath that evening; he simply knew it.  Even still… he reached over and flicked water from his gloves at the Cat’s face. “You’ll live.”

* “Duck!” Aiden hit the forest floor as an arrow whipped through where his neck had been just moments before. He rolled left and popped back to his feet in time to catch a bandit with his dagger, just under the man’s ribs. He made a satisfying sound when he hit the ground. Aiden didn't have time to revel in it. “Stupid thing, robbing a witcher. Robbing two? You must have been top of your class.” He spun in time to see Lambert knock the last man in the clearing unconscious before he took off into the trees. Branches broke as the archer took off post haste, seeming to realize that he was now in a very poor position. Lambert caught him before Aiden could take the first coin pouch off their would be assailants. Lambert was… harsh. He kept his gentle smiles and laughs, all his soft pieces that the world hadn’t yet managed to beat out of him close to his chest. Covered in layer upon layer of thorns and armor. He would cut his way through a hundred men before he let someone see the things he considered his weaknesses. Aiden had, somehow, managed to slip between those defenses at some point. He wasn’t sure when. Despite the rage that he carried in his chest Lambert was a good man; he didn’t take contracts on humans and he rarely killed them outright, a bit of maiming or disfigurement was well within the cards but he refused to make use of a grave. Except where Aiden was concerned. Except where the people who he loved were concerned. He’d asked, just once, why the death of a human was the line. Why after everything that life had thrown at him and all that he had done in return that was where he put the marker. Lambert had been half asleep and full of good whiskey at the time; so the answer was honest, too much so. “Cause I’ve got the upper hand no matter what. It’d be like beating on a woman or hitting a kid and I ain’t got any plans on being like my father. That’s if it’s jus’ me though. They wanna hurt someone else and I’m not going to let them get on with that. Might as well put those damn trials to some fuckin' use...” In the morning he hadn’t acknowledged the information he’d so trustingly laid at Aiden’s feet; and they went on with their lives. Lambert came back then with a recently cleaned steel sword. “They ruined my good boots.” “We’ll get you new ones.” Aiden promised. “I’m holding you to that.” A calloused hand was offered to him and Aiden placed his own within it. On his feet he stepped into the wolf’s space, using their clasped hands to pull him into a one armed hug. He ran his hand over the wolf's back for both comfort and to ensure there were no injuries he needed to patch. “Least I can do for you saving my ass.”

* They tumbled into bed together for the first time after a bar fight. It wasn’t a bed really; it was a bedroll laid beneath an overhang of rock and they were both too keyed up from their frantic flight out of town to make anything last long. Lambert had a black eye and Aiden had a split lip that protested every harsh kiss pressed against it but neither witcher cared. Pain was routine, a small price for the love and the pleasure- the oh so fucking finally feeling of giving in to what they wanted. With fumbling hands they brought each other off. Aiden slung a heavy arm over the wolf’s waist and tensed when Lambert’s hand circled his wrist, well expecting to have it tossed aside with a complaint about cuddling like he had in every inn they’d shared a bed within before. He didn’t though. Aiden woke the next morning with his arm still firmly in place. The grumbling about ‘disgusting dried fluids’ was even worth it.

* Lambert was in a mood. The birds were too loud, the flowers that bloomed alongside the road were too cloying, and the sun was too damn bright. Even Aiden, the only person on the planet that could stand his company more than a few hours, was distancing himself on their trek. The contract was for a pair of griffins, easy enough, but the alderman had smelled of cheap liquor and the look in his eye said that they would be lucky to get half the promised pay. “Hey, kitten?” It comes out as a biting thing, no matter his attempts to keep his frustration off the cat's head. “Yeah?” Aiden looked at him then, eyes that edged on green rather than amber, wide and expecting. “How ‘bout you go on and get our pay. I’ll probably gut the fucker if I have to deal with him right now.” The cat didn’t reach out for him, having spent too long at the wolf’s side not to realize his mood and the preferences that came with it. “Alright. You going to be in our room?” “Yeah, I’m going to try to sleep off the last of this damn potion.” He didn’t manage to sleep at all. Aiden came in with two plates of food and two tankards of ale to find him pretending, face down on the mattress. “Come on, asshole. I got food and most of our promised coin for you… I also got a new gwent deck last month that I’m gonna kick your ass with.” “Like you could win without cheating me, pretty thing.” he forced himself up, toward the food that made him want to be sick with the thought of it on his tongue. He needed it. He knew it, Aiden knew it. Just like Aiden knew that he wouldn't win without cheating. “Let’s see about that.”

* Cats were unstable. Dangerous. They were as quick to change from laughter to anger as a summer sky was from blue to storm gray. Cats were not to be trusted. Every witcher and human child was taught that from the moment they could walk. Lambert was never good at following instructions. “Aiden?” The carnage was… extensive. A dozen bodies torn apart with the strength of a hurricane and the care of a starving drowner. “Aiden, love?” Endearments, true endearments, were rare to pass his lips. They meant one of two things- he was well fucked or he was scared out of his ever loving mind.He stepped over a butchered arm, half cut and then torn, towards the figure in the middle of the room. They had split six weeks before, Aiden going to take on a contract that Lambert wanted to know nothing about. He wasn't naive, he knew Aiden didn't have the same qualms he did about humans and human contracts but he had asked in their third year not to know about them. Aiden respected that. Aiden respected him.It was the blood that gave them the chance to meet then, so strong even from half a mile through the forest that Lambert was helpless not to investigate.  Cats are unstable. Their mutations make it inevitable that they’ll snap one day. His hand wrapped around the cat’s wrist, firm and without fear. He expected him to lash out, was willing to take whatever scar or pain that came in order to simply touch. To ensure that Aiden was real. That the frozen figure wasn’t a lie, a cruel trick played on his mind. Aiden turned, Lambert tensed, but the dagger in his cat's left hand dropped to the floor rather than bury itself in his chest; and Aiden collapsed against the wolf’s chest. He was soaked in blood, Lambert realized dimly. Not just covered but he was dripping in it. Aiden’s hair was matted with it and his blue armor hardly showed through the red. It was old- turning black and crusting. How long had he stood there? “I’ve got you, kitten.” the hand on his wrist shifted to hold the cat’s waist, Lambert raised his other hand raised to clasp Aiden's neck. A feeble attempt at making it all better. “I’ve got you.” Fourteen bodies. Most wore some sort of uniform, a lesser lordling’s colors or some shit but... some did not. There were three men in commoner clothes, a torn scrap of pale lilac fabric, and a small pair of shoes not unlike… Oh gods.  “What happened here?” This is Aiden. He’s yours, he's good. There’s a reason for this. Salt was in the air, nearly lost beneath the copper of blood, and the body in his arms began heaving with sobs.“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”Cats feel too much. Lambert shifted his grip to half carry the other witcher outside, he needed away. He needed fresh air and dirt under his feet. He took the sobbing man around the back of the shack to a well where he could rip one of his undershirts into strips and begin to clean the blood and gore from the man’s skin. The armor, the clothes, they were lost causes but he could make sure that the only stain on his skin would be salt. He started with his hands, coaxing his fingers to uncurl with soft and even pressure. He took care around the nails, more than one of which were broken. Then up his arms with broader strokes. By the time he started on his neck the sobbing had quieted down to shuddering breaths, hiccups that ended before they finished. Ignoring his eyes which were red rimmed and half void of the emotions that wracked him so thoroughly just moments before, he was nearly calm.Lambert wiped at some splatter on his cheek. He tossed the cloth aside and took up another.

“Back with me, kitten?” He needed to be gentle. He had to be gentle for him.“Yeah.” His voice was like sandpaper.“Gonna tell me what happened?” Lambert asked, afraid of the answer.“... yeah.” Aiden swallowed, took a deep breath- shuddered and had to try again. Lambert waited. He could wait for Aiden. Only for Aiden. “Contract was for some kid- not to kill. No, gods no. Someone kidnapped a mayor’s daughter or a lord’s… I don’t know. Titles weren’t important. I just was supposed to find her and bring her back home but... but I tracked them up here after a few weeks. Gal had a lover and a kid no one knew about... I guess the dad's family couldn't stand a bastard kid running around or some shit and I thought that it would be easy to find her and she jus' would agree to keep it quiet but when I got here they were” his hands clenched, rage twisted his lips into a snarl but he didn't try to rise. “They were too distracted with her to realize I’d even gotten inside. They used her as a bargaining chip, Lam. She was half dead, held up here for all that time and... and they offered her to me. Like I was a- I didn’t kill her Lam, I didn’t touch her or that kid in there… that was all them. I tried so save them but it didn’t fucking matter and they... they... Please, please believe me that I wouldn’t- even as angry as I was I didn’t touch them. I didn’t do that to them. I tried. I didn't- I couldn't...” he was rambling, losing it once more and the longer he spoke the more rage built in Lambert’s chest.“I know you wouldn’t.” He pours every ounce of conviction into the words.“I blacked out, Lam. I… I don’t remember it all but I wouldn’t have” he was breathing fast again- panicking. He was losing him again. “I know, kitten. You wouldn’t. I know that, you know that. You’re too good for that, love.” He dragged the cloth over his eyelids, gentle, and then he tossed it into the bucket. He was as clean as he could be without a full bath. “Do you want me to burn it all?”“No, the girl and the kid. They deserve better. I’ll make a pyre for them if you’ll deal with the others.”“I can do that.”So Lambert gently squeezed the cat’s hands, kissed his forehead, heedless of the blood in his hair, and set to work.

* As the days grew colder the men took to curling tighter around each other’s bodies. They were only a month off the incident when Aiden set his lips against Lambert’s neck and said“I love you.”It wasn’t the first time the Cat had said those words but Lambert brought clasped hands up to his lips and whispered against them, for the first time.“Love you too, kitten.” Find more of my work on Ao3