#you have been adopted into this weird little thought experiment

[dexterkronos]

THE AGENDA GROWS LETS BLOODY GOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Welcome to the Owl party! I love the floofy hair and the claw-like hands sm!

I saw people drawing Jon with owl features so...

[whinypuppi]

ᶜʷ: ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸᵍⁱʳˡ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ , “ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡ” ⁿᵉᵍˡᵉᶜᵗ , ᵖᵉᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ , ᵖʳᵃⁱˢᵉ , ᶜˡᵃʷⁱⁿᵍ & ᵇⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ , ᶜᵒˡˡᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ , ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐᵖⁱᵉ , ᵇʳᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁱⁿᵏ

not proofread!

the night satoru gojo decided to adopt a hybrid, you were the lucky girl. he could hardly contain himself when he saw your sweet little face, wide eyes, puffy tail, and laid-back ears. he knew how nervous you were—poor baby. probably so sick and tired of being caged up all day. despite what their website said online, they completely neglected all of the hyrids here. the entire “hybrids are people too” went straight out the window.

despite your malnourished condition, he knew you were the one. $2500? no problem. he sure had it on him and paid in full instantly. during the entire process, you were so shy and scared—shaking like a leaf. either the staff were mistreating you, or you had a bad experience with a past owner. either way, he sympathized with you. he wanted you to know you were safe.

when you came home with him, he already had stuff set up for you. he planned on getting a dog or a cat, and considering you were a dog, he had things set up for you. hybrid food, water, blankets, a soft but sizey bed, and training pads (just in case).

“well, here we are, puppy! your forever home!” he grinned ear to ear, letting you sniff around cautiously so you could get used to your surroundings. his friendly voice did make you somewhat ease up, but you couldn't be sure.

“it's better than that shelter, for sure. are you hungry?” that made your ears perk up—slowly turning to look from him. it was almost amusing how you tiptoed on all fours while taking in the sight of your new home.

“oh? is that it, puppy?” he spoke enthusiastically, but also in that tone you'd speak to a baby. “they didn't even tell me your name, pretty. what is it?” you slowly whispered it, sitting in front of him timidly. he repeatedly it, humming and letting it roll off of his tongue. it had a nice ring to it.

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you'd been with gojo for a couple of weeks by now, having completely gotten attached to him and unable to be separated from him. you'd whine and sniffle if he left you alone. you couldn't even sleep separately anymore.

everyday, your became needier and would crave his attention constantly. he'd even take you out for walks with your pretty little pink color on to burn off some of your energy. it was weird how your body language was beginning to change, but he didn't question it.

that was until the day you went into...heat. actual heat. he facepalmed at not having thought about it beforehand or even doing research before he adopted you.

when you woke up, you panted, your face was hot, and you clenched your thighs. gojo was still sleeping silently next to you—his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath he took.

you clung to him, huffing in a frustrated tone before grinding your lower half against him. it felt good. the mini stimulation nearly made you bite your lip. you hadn't even felt something like this before—having been in the shelter all of your life, and were always forced to take heat suppressents in the form of bitter pills.

you kept up the movements, only thrusting your hips forward gently at an attempt to not wake him. you cried out into his clothed shoulder—burying your face into the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent. he smelt manly from the intense yet inviting cologne he always wore. it smelt extra good this morning for some reason.

your tongue ran over his pulse while lapping at his skin and leaving little bite marks. not enough to hurt or wake him, but noticeable and would probably get him questionable looks if they lingered long enough.

“satoru,” you whined breathily, acting like a bitch in heat (which you were) as you picked up the speed of your thrusts and claws dug into the flesh of his forearm. your panties he bought for you were already drenched and clinging to your pretty pussy, some of your slick dripping down your thigh.

your legs shook, your heart raced, your tongue lulled out, then everything stopped—

satoru groaned softly, eyes fluttering open as he ran a hand through his hair. you eeped, pulling back. the knot that was bound to snap in your stomach dulled, leaving an unfamiliar ache. it made you feel sexually frustrated, but at the same time—so so guilty.

you loved satoru a lot. he was your owner and took special care of his sweet girl, but this? whatever you were doing was wrong in your eyes, and it surely would be in his too. bad dog. he'll take you back to the shelter for being a disgusting mutt.

“mm, baby?” he spoke in his usual tired voice, yet it felt so different this time around. you swore you got chills and your ears fell back. that low and sultry tone shot straight to your core.

“m-morning,” you mumbled, eyes drifting away from his curious ones as you tried not to look guilty. the way you chewed on your bottom lip and your timid ears gave it away, though.

“it sounded like you were hurt. are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked with worry, unlike his usual sweet-as-honey tone.

you nodded vigorously, but it was an obvious lie. he held his arms out, gesturing for you to come closer. “you don't have to lie to me. makes it feel like you don't trust me. hurts my feelings.” he pursed his lip, pulling you close and petting you. he scratched behind your ears and gently pulled your little tail, just trying to get a rise out of you.

when you let out a whine, he stopped, and his eyes widened slightly. he's pulled your tail gently in the past to tease you, but this was the only time you made a noise like that.

he instantly took note of the rising blush on your cheeks and building embarrassment, petting you once more. “um, sweetheart.”

you looked up at him with your pretty eyes he admired even more than his own, yet they were glazed over with...something he hadn't put his finger on until now.

“are you in heat?” he knew it might've been an embarrassing question to ask, but the way you were behaving, and that little noise you made lit a flame in him that shouldn't have. it was the only logical explanation, anyway.

a pause, your body tensing, the way your breath hitched. he got his answer by that alone, but hearing you admit it would've riled him up beyond comprehension. “s-satoru, 'm sorry! please—don't take me back to the shelter!..” you were already pleading—thinking your badly-hidden secret was given away. tears brgan to weld in your eyes, yet he held your cheek lovingly.

he frowned. did you really think he'd hate you that easily? you were his sweet puppy. he would never! “sweetheart, look at me.” he tilted your chin up, wiping the tears from your pretty eyelashes.

“'m not mad. i wanna help you, pretty girl. would you like that?” the idea made your thighs clench, and you nodded shyly.

he wasted no time lifting your shift over your head and instantly being met by the sight of your perky breasts. what he always forgot to do was buy you bras, but he never had an issue with staring. he respected you, at least, but now he could stare all he wanted. your body was perfect and your nipples hardened from the slight brush of his fingers against them, combined with the cold air.

“please—hurry. wan' you s'bad.” your voice was whiny and he chuckled, maybe even thanking you for being able to get to it. your eyes shot down to the boxers he slept in, a bulge straining against them.

“always so needy,” he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before standing up and tugging his boxers down with a content sigh. you wanted him to feel good too, considering it looked painful as it twitched with your eyes on it.

“like what you see?” of course you did. he was already bigger than you height-wise, but hell, he was nearly 8 inches. he was gonna split you open. your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight, and you tried not to gasp.

“i promise i'll be gentle. you can tell me to stop at any time.” he reassured you, ruffling your hair before lifting your hips carefully to slide down your pants and pretty panties. you were fucking dripping. his cock pulsed.

“so wet...” he ran his finger over your slit and watched you squirm. “all f'me? i feel special.” he brought his thumb to his lips and sucked gently, grunting in content as if you were the sweetest little thing he ever had the pleasure of tasting.

“'toru, you're teasin' me—” you huffed softly, your legs attempting to close from his heavy gaze, but he dug his nails into your hips and held your thighs apart.

“ah ah ah.” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “none of that, pretty. i wanna see all of you. especially this pretty cunt.”

he leaned forward, his breath fanning over it and making you even wetter. he inhaled deeply, but you attempted to push his head away out of shame. he surely didn't have any.

he knew you were getting impatient, and he was too, so he spared you both any more excruciating waiting and brought his tip to your clit. the gentle rub he did against it made you jolt, your tail starting to wag. cute.

“it'll sting. bare with me, ok?” he warned you, pressing another kiss to your cheek, then neck. he was careful with you, but he knew you wanted it rough.

when you nodded in acknowledgement, he slowly began to slide the tip in, and he swore he couldn't breathe. how could you feel so heavenly he could hardly put his tip in without wanting to thrust impatiently?

you sharply gasped, whimpering as more tears pricked at your vision. “sh, sh. i know, i know—fuck. you feel real good, puppy.” he praised you, rubbing your ears as his pelvis connected with yours. in one dangerously rough thrust, he was fully inside of you, and you whined pathetically, big globs of tears already streaming down your puffy cheeks. he just couldn't help it—you were so tempting. so wet and warm...he wanted to be in you forever.

he groaned loudly, muttering out curses as you dug your claws into the back of his neck. your legs were already locked around his waist which helped you with stability, but it hurt an insane amount. he was aware of this and already started to feel guilty, but it faded almost instantly when he felt you clench. you breathed out a shudder, letting your head fall limp agaisnt his shoulder when his thrusts continued.

“god—haven't ever felt a cunt like yours before, puppy,” he spoke in almost a whiny tone, which made you try to suck him in deeper. that spot he hit inside of you against your velvety walls with each buck of his hips made you wail, yet you didn't want it to stop.

“yeah...yeaaaah. just like that. my sweet girl's so tight all for me.” he would've cried from how heavenly your little cunt was if it weren't for the broken moan and pathetic laugh he used to cover up how he was falling apart with each thrust.

he was already so sloppy. he couldn't help it. you'd forgive him, right? you were his sweet puppy—without a doubt, you would. you wanted to be bred, anyway. it was an instinct. having him breed you and fill you full of his cum—maybe even have his babies made you squeal.

“shit shit shit— 'm so sorry, sweet girl. gonna cum in you so early. you aren't mad, r-ight?” the way his voice cracked on the last word added to your wetness. he knew all you could do was let out little noises, so it was mostly a rhetorical question.

the absolute squelching and skin slapping was beyond unholy, but sounded so good to his ears. he was on cloud nine—eyes rolling back as his thrusts became rapid and his cock slammed against your cervix aggressively. he was moaning with each thrust, and you couldn't stop crying. there was no possible way you could stop. the pain mixed with pleasure was so unbearably good.

“FUCK! baby, gonna let me breed you? fill you to the brim and make you have my kids? does it get you off, sweet girl?” his voice sounded so broken, yet sultry. with one last, sloppy thrust, he completely filled you up and made you brokenly sob. your pussy spasmed and your thighs quivered, cumming as well all over his cock.

“my sweet baby.” he kissed you so gently you barely felt it due to the overstimulation and how out of it you were.

he praised you constantly as he cleaned you up and let you rest in bed. every couple hours he was coming in to bring you water or tend to your needs. sometimes he'd even lay with you to help with your separation anxiety. you loved him so much.

his poor, sweet puppy.

[shaylogic]

Queer Experience Watching Barbie - AFAB Masculinity

I started to go into this in tags on another post but I wanted to type this up separately and try to develop my thoughts a little more. . .

Ryan!Ken’s arc in Barbie (2023) has been buzzing in my head for days.

I got fixated on it for a couple of major reasons:

1) We rarely have seen a feminist movie take time to address men with compassion in how patriarchy harms them too.

2) As a trans masc person, I think it hits a specific part of my identity that I don’t consciously let myself think about for too long. Something about being raised in a female world with sisterhood and community. Then being isolated in adult manhood without the tools to prepare you for that. Conscientious of respecting women and being unbothered by feminimity around you, but not knowing your place in the world.

How do I put it?

I know it’s not the direct intention of the film itself, but I’ve seen other trans folks (especially transmasc), reacting similarly to the feeling we get from it.

Ken’s arc feels pretty reminicent of the struggle afab lgbt folks go through when considering masculinity in their identity (butch lesbians, afab nbs, trans men, etc.)

How to make peace with masculine aspects of yourself without losing the women in your life? (One can argue Kate McKinnon’s Weird Barbie has aspects of this as well.)

Of course, then Ken goes off on the adopting patriarchy ride, which IS the point of the movie, and may skew a bit from the transmasc read on it--though I have known a trans guy here and there who avoids being misgendered so hard that they can become somewhat sexist. To which I say: “You don’t need to have a dick to be a man, and you don’t need to BE a dick to be a man.” But I digress.

Something about Ken being comfortable in a woman’s world but not understanding why he’s being shut out from socially bonding with them (in any sense! Romantic, Familial, Platonic Friendship. . .)

The overall theme of the movie for both Barbie and Ken--in an allegory of heavy gender roles harming all--leading them each to have to figure out who they are in themselves, regardless of others. . . 

Trans masc folx can relate to both Barbie and Ken’s arcs.

I don’t want to detract from Barbie’s arc being the main point of the movie.

I think the reason why we get hung up on Ryan!Ken’s character is because. . . we’ve related to the Barbie plot in other movies and shows before, thinking back to our “girlhoods” as children.

I have never seen the arc Ken has in this in any other story!!!!

There are some Man Movies that have attempted to discuss the struggle of Being a Man--but they often come off as too dismissive of feminine experiences, and are therefore as offputting to transmasc people as women.

Because of the nature of the two worlds exhibited in this movie, and Ken’s backround in his setting, personality, and purpose in relation to the Barbies, he’s a Man living with Female Socialization, in a Woman’s World; he’s a male character that inherently admires and respects women in his nature (until the real world influence distorts it).

This isn’t a perfect example of a transmasc experience either, but it’s a lot closer than most of us generally get to see! That’s why so many of us are getting caught up in this.

Please, other trans folx (transfems, too!), I really need us to have a discussion about this. What were your experiences and thoughts around this movie?

P.S. Yeah, we kinda get that nonbinary allegory from Allan (not a Ken, not a Barbie, siding with Feminism in the Gender War), but he wasn’t in significant focus of the plot the way Ryan!Ken was. If I try to read into Allan, I don’t have much to work with.

[cosmicalily]

"fluffy firstborn" - a seungmin oneshot by @cosmicalily

author's note: i had the most delusional puppy love dream last night about minnie and my own beloved dog, and i just had to write a fic about it so you can all experience it too. sharing is caring after all! this can be read as a standalone fic, or as a sequel to 'procedural memory', a part of a mini series :)

“Y/N, there’s a dog in our backyard,” Seungmin said, standing in the open doorway leading outside. He’d just gotten home from work and came to snuggle beside you on the couch, but he’d noticed something outside and gone to look.

“Mm,” you hummed, covering your mouth with your sleeve to muffle your giggle. “That’s really weird. Is the gate closed? Maybe it got in somehow?”

“Yeah, it’s shut. I haven’t seen this dog around the neighbourhood, though,” Seungmin replied, stepping out onto the back porch. You followed him, trying hard to conceal your smile. 

You and Seungmin had moved out of his apartment and into a proper house a little over a month ago, both deciding you wanted a bit more space and a place to make your own. Although you’d been living together for over a year now, it still made your stomach flutter even more so when you woke up beside him each morning, his hand flopped across your middle, face shoved into your shoulder and soft hair tickling your face, sprawled in your bed like a giant puppy. He’d been wanting a dog, specifically a big one for ages, but he knew it wasn’t really practical to have a large dog while you were living in your apartment. When you went for walks around the city or in the parks, he’d stop to pet every dog, and would frequently dog-sit and walk Kkami and Bbama, his friend’s puppies, when they were away or busy.  After you’d moved to this neighbourhood, Seungmin had very quickly become well acquainted with every dog on the street, knowing their names and breeds within the first two days of living here. It was like a secret code, a way of referring to your neighbours. You didn’t call them by their names, you called them (insert dog’s name)’s owner. It was adorable and hilarious and so incredibly Seungmin.

When you’d chosen this house, Seungmin had talked about how he thought the backyard was perfect for a puppy. You’d agreed, clinging onto his jumper sleeve, imagining a golden retriever or labrador running around, flopping beside you on the couch, following you around the house. Essentially, a four-legged fluffy Seungmin. The idea made your heart feel so warm you thought it would melt.

A few weeks ago, your best friend’s golden retriever had a litter of puppies. Naturally, you’d taken Seungmin to meet them, and he’d fallen in love, sitting on the floor and letting them crawl all over him while you talked to your friend. Whilst he loved them all, one in particular, the largest and most awkward, a little shy amongst the others but oh so loving when in Seungmin’s arms had caught his attention. Your friend decided to let him give the dogs temporary names to distinguish them until they were adopted, and he’d named that puppy Mini, despite the fact that he was the biggest in the litter.

You knew he’d wanted to adopt Mini on the spot, but he was also practical. He knew it was the clunky first part of moving in together, and there was a lot to do. The bedroom needed to be painted, furniture needed to be set up, more than one IKEA trip was guaranteed. So he hadn’t pushed it, but the other night, you’d seen him scrolling through the photos of Mini on his phone in bed one night after you came out of the shower.

You’d laid beside him in bed, and he’d put his phone down, nestling into you the way he always did. “You really want a puppy, don’t you, baby?” you hummed into his hair, wrapping your arms around him.

“Yeah,” he replied, because there wasn’t much more to say.

You pressed a kiss to his nose. “I love you so much, you know that right?”

“I love you too,” he smiled, cheeks flushing. And as soon as he’d fallen asleep, you pulled out your phone, and let your friend know that you’d be there to pick Mini at 10am tomorrow.

“It looks like a golden retriever, I don’t think there’s any goldens around here,” Seungmin added, snapping you out of your daydream. He was sitting on the grass by this point, fondling the puppy’s floppy blonde ears and letting him lick his face. You melted at the sight.

“Yeah? Do you wanna check its collar, see if it’s got a number we can call?”

Seungmin nodded, hesitating a little. “I know it’s so bad, but I kind of…want to wait a little before calling its owner. It reminds me of Mini, and…it seems to like me a lot.”

“I know, Min, but you should check all the same. Its owner’s probably pretty worried about where their dog’s gotten to. I’m sure they love their puppy very much,” you reasoned with him, biting back a grin.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Seungmin replied sadly, looking into the puppy’s big brown eyes and rubbing its ears before pushing its long fur back around its neck and reading the fine print on the navy leather. “Huh, that’s so weird,” Seungmin paused, then looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed, a knowing smile on his face. “That’s my phone number on its collar.”

“That’s crazy,” you gasped, sitting down beside him and resting your head on his shoulder. The puppy came and pressed its face onto your leg, and you petted its head.

“The even weirder thing is…” Seungmin paused, eyes bright. “Is that the name on this collar is listed as Mini.”

“Wild,” you hummed. “Maybe he’s your Mini, Minnie.”

“Mini Minnie,” Seungmin chuckled, then looked at you with his eyes wide, and for a hot second, you weren’t sure whose puppy eyes were more dangerous, his or Mini’s. “But is he really ours? We get to keep him?”

“Of course he is, baby. I wouldn’t pull a prank like that,” you giggled. “I’m not that mean.”

Normally, Seungmin would have some kind of comeback or roast to your comment, but he was preoccupied by the pile of golden fur in front of him. Before you could realise what was happening, he jumped up, pulling you into his arms, ran inside and threw the two of you on the couch, all the while being chased by a fluffy blur. You landed in his arms and the puppy sprang onto the two of you, licking your faces lovingly.

“Puppy pile,” he murmured into your cheek, before pressing a long, sweet kiss.

“Two puppies,” you grumbled, feigning frustration. “How am I ever going to cope?”

Seungmin giggled and licked your nose, just as Mini licked your cheek, and you squealed, slapping him softly with your sweater sleeve before snuggling into his chest, Mini nestling on top of the two of you. 

“I love you so much,” Seungmin whispered. “And you too, Mini.”

“I love you too, both my Minnies,” you smiled, body warm, heart even warmer.

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

Summary of Cartoon Base's Q&A with Ron Corcillo

(Feb 10, 2024)

This is VERY long, so putting it under the cut!

Apocalyptic Future

We don't know how Donnie and Raph died specifically, but it was in combat against the Krang.

The turtles were leaders of the resistance and obviously went through some serious trauma. We don't really know how that affected them emotionally. It might be interesting to do a series that explored that timeline at some point.

Leo was the best ninja fighter. Once Raph and Donnie were gone, he was also the leader of the resistance. He also had a special affinity for Casey. He may have felt particularly responsible for Casey once his mother was gone.

Mikey probably could have communicated with Raph/Donnie/Splinter in the same way they could communicate with Karai, even though we didn't get the chance to see it.

The turtles wouldn't have had time for having their own kids or starting families. They were too busy fighting the krang, and the world was too dangerous for raising children.

They couldn't work out everyone's timelines in the bad future, but presumably, Big Mama's assistant would have joined the resistance, because what else could you do? She would have to have adopted her brothers as allies.

Mikey is definitely less cheerful and more wise, but he still ultimately has faith in the goodness of people and the world. Some things, you just can't change.

The turtles are in their early 40's, but the war has taken a toll.

Characters

Splinter spent a lot of time in the Hidden City, so he knows about more mystic things than we realize. He's developed those skills (i.e. using Leo's odachi to make a portal on the first try), but they've been dormant for a while.

Donnie can temporarily create items with his powers like the ones we see in the movie, but to make a tangible item that would last, he's have to build it physically the way he would with any of his tech.

Leo probably had the hardest time accepting Draxum, since he is the most skeptical. Mikey is the one who accepts Draxum the most easily. But they did have episodes planned where Leo and Draxum work together, so Leo would have gotten over it as well.

They had never worked out a name for the second turtle sister (the first possibly being named after Frida Kahlo), but would have chosen another female artist to name her after. Maybe Camille, after Camille Claudel.

The planned sisters would be roughly the same age as the turtles, so also teenagers. The only existing designs are what we saw on screen. They had never settled on colors for them.

CJ and present Leo is kind of a weird dynamic, when you think about it. Casey still couldn't help but see Leo as a father figure, but it must be a little different when you're roughly the same age.

Leo keeps whatever he wants in the little bags he has attached to his belt. Snacks, candy, fidget toys, body spray - this is Leo, after all.

Splinter had never celebrated the turtles birthdays in the past, because he was so depressed about his own mutation. But going forward, now that he's come to grips with who he really is, he would start to celebrate that day.

A meeting between Cassandra and Casey Junior would be incredibly heartfelt. Break out the tissues.

They thought about bringing Piebald back in Man vs. Sewer, but it didn't work out. She's definitely still out there in the sewers, so there would be plenty of opportunity for the turtles to interact with her again.

Following the movie, the most serious repercussions would be to Raph mentally. He would still be carrying some of that krang mentality. He might even occasionally pick up on thoughts of the krang. It would almost be like he had some form of ptsd.

A lot of Draxum's softening only comes from after his horrible experience of having his life force sucked away by the dark armor. He may have never seen the error of his ways without an experience like that. So, if the boys had never been taken by Splinter, he probably would have gone through with his plan to make them into weapons.

Splinter would have understood that Casey Jr became a soldier because he had to, and wouldn't have a problem with that. He would view Casey Jr as a nephew or grandson. They're all used to thinking of people as family even if they're not exactly related.

As far as mystic abilities, Mikey is definitely the most powerful. Donnie and Raph both seem to have pretty strong powers too, maybe Donnie a little more so. Leo is the one who relies the least on mystic power and the most on his physical and mental skills.

Donnie definitely seems to embrace the mystic power at the end of season 2 and in the movie. Ultimately, he would find ways to combine it with his tech for supreme power-ups.

April is 18 and the turtles are 16-18. Casey Jr is around late teens or 20.

Rise Lore

Given that the first krang that came to earth crashed into the Crying Titan, there must have been some form of historic yokai/hidden city even before the empyrean was around to introduce mystic powers. After all, someone must have built the Crying Titan. Maybe it was built by some other race that actually predates the yokai, and the yokai evolved from that race, affected by the emperyan.

There are definitely still krang out there, and most of the ones that we encounter are evil. The possibility of a good Krang could exist, though.

Before the humans, the yokai roamed freely both on the surface of the Earth and underground. They were probably a lot happier then, and somewhat more numerous. Oppression by the humans must have taken a toll on them.

There were a lot of Hamato and only so many powers you could have, so there would have been a lot of overlap in ninpo abilities across all the ancestors.

The Prison Dimension and Dimension X are two different dimensions. Dimension X is where the krang are originally from, and the Prison Dimension was just used to get rid of villains. Both exist in the Rise universe.

If there was more Rise

There weren't any specific plans for Kendra, but she certainly could have been interesting as a frenemy.

They would definitely want to get into Casey's whole history with the TMNT, his mom, etc.

They would have wanted to develop April and Sunita's friendship a lot more, and see how both of them related to Cassandra Jones.

They'd make as many seasons as they'd be allowed to! But seriously, they could easily fill at least 3 more seasons. There's a lot to unlock with the Krang, and they'd also want to expore much more with Big Mama and the Hidden City.

Cassandra might not have been part of the main group, but she would have been a regular ally.

Cassandra and the turtles would have been allies, fighting the Krang. It's clear from the end of the movie that Cassandra is now roaming around and fighting krang, so she and the turtles could connect occasionally as a running storyline.

A new season would pick up from where the movie left off, so it would be a new plan instead of what was already made.

Bishop would have to be an ally, considering that the turtles had just saved the Earth. But he might be a grudging ally, one who didn't really trust the turtles or didn't like the fact that they don't play by the rules.

It would definitely be easier to do crossovers with the other 2D animated series, like the 87 series or the 2003 series. They could have some fun playing with both the writing and animation style of those shows. Combining 2D and CG animation is more difficult.

They probably would not have mutated April, as it would be a big step. In the scrapped episode where Dale turned into a wolf mutant, it was a result of a temporary mystic curse. They could certainly do something like that with April.

The turtles would still be able to comminicate with Karai through mystic means.

They would have gotten a lot more into the history of the Council of Heads in future seasons when they explored the relationship between the Hidden City and the Krang. They are clearly among the most ancient of yokai, possibly predating the Hidden City itself.

They could have done a temporary reverse mutation via some sort of mystic spell, to give the turtles human designs. It might have been fun since it seems to be something that fans enjoy so much.

They would have had the turtles go to the krang's dimension at some point in order to defeat the krang fully. They could have encountered any of the traditional dimension x/z stuff that way.

The storyline where the boys find their sisters would probably still happen. People would want to see it, even though it's been spoiled.

They had plans to eventually visit other Hidden Cities, such as one beneath Tokyo.

Cut Episodes/Scenes

In the original ending of the movie where Casey says goodbye and leaves, he was going to find his mom.

One of the scrapped episodes had to do with Mikey taking care of the other turtles when they were transformed into toddlers. He was a natural caretaker.

They never planned on a space arc, but they probably would have done one where they travel to the Krang dimension. They also were going to travel to the prison dimension to release Karai, and they could have had other adventures there as well.

Behind the Scenes

For the episode Pizza Puffs, Ben Schwartz did his part for feverish Leo without looking at the script so he would sound confused.

It would be great if Nickelodeon released some of the finished animatics for the lost season 2 episodes that were already boarded, but unfortunately, it's all copywrited material.

All animated movies go through multiple revisions, rewrites, and changes, which is why some of the original rise movie storyboards were scrapped.

They do remote recording all the time, especially since covid.

The amount that a writer incorporates into a fight scene varies from script to script. Sometimes, there are moments in a fight scene that are key to the story. If so, they are written out. Otherwise, they would sometimes write out a fight scene but know that it would change in the board. Sometimes, they'd just shorthand it.

The writers try not to indulge in too much fanfic because there could be copyright issues if it is similar to anything they would ever do in the show.

When writing the brothers, it was important to keep them in character. You have to know exactly who your characters are, all the time, in every way. The audience will forgive you if you do things that aren't exactly logical, but they won't forgive you if you sell out your characters.

There was never an overall map done of the lairs, just individual rooms. It was always kind of tricky for them to figure out exactly how to move the characters from one room to the other.

The krang invasion was specific to the movie, so we probably wouldn't have seen it in the series at all if it had not been cut short.

Other TMNT Characters

They weren't necessarily planning to add characters from other versions yet. They still had so many areas to explore that were specific to Rise, like the Hidden City, the yokai, and the history of the krang.

There were no particular plans for Honeycutt. One character that they wanted to use but never did was Monty Moose, and they were trying very hard to figure out a way to incorporate him into a story.

They didn't have any plans for Renet, but a character like her could easily fit into the Rise universe. Obviously time travel is a big part of the movie. They could use her to explore timelines that might have happened had the events of the movie turned out differently.

They didn't get a chance to explore triceratons, so there could certainly still be some out there.

Any similarities between Big Mama's assistant and the High Mage from TMNT 2003 are coincidental. They gave her the cape and hood to disguise her identity.

They didn't have any plans for Beebop and Rocksteady, since they don't really fit in with the Rise version of Shredder and the Foot Clan.

The turtles certainly could meet Yuichi Usagi.

Usagi Yojimbo crossovers are always fun. Ron could see one where his dimension has been overrun by the krang, and he comes to our dimension to seek the turtles' help because they're the only ones who have ever defeated the krang.

Ron-Specific Questions

Ron's personal favorite episodes are "Hot Soup: The Game" and "Sparring Partner."

They were super excited when they got John Lydon (aka Johnny Rotten) as Meat Sweats, just because Ron and Russ are big pink rock fans.

When asked about favorite duos, Ron likes Raph & Mikey, Donnie & April, and Leo & Senor Hueso.

If he could only save one episode from Rise and the rest became lost media, Ron would save the four-part finale.

If he could save one cut episode or plotline, Ron would want to save the more complete version of the end of season 2, where we would have seen much more of the turtles training and bonding with Karai.

Ron was not part of the new Saturday Morning Adventures comic that has Rise Raph on the cover.

If he could make a spin-off, Ron would want to do a series where Cassandra roams the Earth fighting remnants of the krang, joined by her son Casey, and occasionally joined by individual turtles and others. Draxum might join forces with her as well.

Miscellaneous

The silhouette in a tank shown at the end of Bug Busters was meant to illustrate Lou Jitsu when he is first hit with the ooze and mutated along with the turtles. It's more of a memory than an exact replication.

The reason Raph was transformed via the pod instead of instantanously may have been because Raph was unwilling, and was more difficult to change than someone like the Foot Clan ninjas, who underwent their transformation willingly.

They never attempted to get a brand deal with a soup company so fans could get Rise hot soup, but it would be a good idea.

The photo from the movie was taken just before the krang arrived.

When asked which Rise character is most likely to be Spider-Man: none of them, because he's owned by Marvel and Sony.

When asked why Donnie likes cute bratty girls: Ron is not sure where that comes from.

In Dungeons and Dragons, Raph would be a fighter class, Mikey would be some sort of illusionist, Leo would be a clever assassin or theif. Donnie would insist on being a scientist because he's sure there would have been at least one sensible person back then. April would be the DM.

Ron doesn't know what the illegible skate ramp graffiti means, but can ask one of the designers about it.

In a coffee shop, Mikey would be the baker, Donnie would create the most efficient coffee brewing system ever, Raph and April would run the business side, and Leo would be the most demanding customer ever.

The Future of Rise

The demand for Rise merch is real. It would be nice if Nickelodeon would put out more official merch.

There are no current plans for a season 3, but we can keep trying!

All we can really do to try and get Rise back is continue to share the show and encourage other people to watch. As well as keep it trending whenever we can. Sooner or later, someone will realize that there's a very real demand for this show.

He has talked about the potential for continuing the show in a comic book or short format, or in some other formats as well.

When asked if there's any chance of Netflix picking up Rise, or for both Tales of the TMNT and Rise to coexist -- anything's possible!

Ron would love to see a Rise comic series, but it's not his call. As far as if it would be darker, Ron thinks it's important that for Rise, they keep things light-hearted and comedic. That was always the goal of the show.

Shows rarely get "cancelled" in kids animation. It can always be brought back, but the focus is on Tales of the TMNT for now. He's said before that Rise could be brought back down the road as a "retro" series, or in other formats like a comic book, movie, or shorts.

... plus one answer, that does not have the original question attached:

"She would be stunned, and probably disbelieving at first. But we would find a way (through mystic means) for her to see her future timeline, at which point she would be overcome with emotion."

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DISCARDED. ⋆｡°✩ richie tozier x gn!kaspbrak!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 2.8K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ mostly angst then little but of fluff, lots of movie dialogue at first, gross stuff because its a horror movie!! reader is eddies twin, gender neutral and quiet reader, terrible ending yk me, not really a defined relationship its more just an implied shared crush ! .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ you’ve always been a quiet person, especially being the least favorite in your family. the losers didn’t realize how bad it was until neibolt. ꩜  .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ omg… maxine posts something that ISNT TWD RELATED?1?1?!1 WHATTTT????? i hope you guys enjoyy i know its very different but i wanted to give myself a little different dialogue i guess?? i wanted to write for something different for once!! except it was a little funky trying to write for a character not in twd... this definitely isnt my best work!! but as alwaysss if you guys really want a part two ill make one!

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you were lucky to have a brother like eddie in a family such as the kaspbraks. 

the two of you were twins, and due to your mothers lack of hospital visits when she was pregnant, she thought she was just having one boy. you were… an unpleasant surprise, to say the least. 

as you grew up, you frequently wondered why your mother didn’t just put you up for adoption. it was a crazy thought, but it was true. it was obvious to everybody that eddie was her favorite, and you understood why. he was nice, clean, and he loved her.

you also were nice and loved her, but you believed it just wasn’t enough.

you started hanging out with your brother and his group of friends he called, ‘the losers club,’ not so long after bill’s brother georgie went missing. which also was not so long after your own… weird experience.

bill had told you the weird things he thought happened to his brother, and you didn’t think about how it correlated to you until the following day when you had a run-in with pennywise. 

you were lucky to have made out of that with just a gash on your knee, which your brother cleaned up for you after you excused it as ‘falling off your bike.’ 

it's been a little while since that incident, and much more crazy stuff has happened. everyone has had their own experience with pennywise at this point, and you all finally got your lead on where pennywise lived.

neibolt. 

nobody really wanted to go inside besides bill, so you guys got straws and whoever got the shortest one would have to go in. 

you, richie, and eddie were the unlucky ones. the only luck on your guy's side was bill being brave enough to willingly go inside.

“i can’t believe i pulled the short straw.” richie sighed, his voice lightly laced with fear. “you guys are lucky you’re not measuring dicks.”

you let out a light laugh, which made richie smile. the two of you had gotten close through your similar sense of humor, although you didn’t make most of the jokes. you were very quiet, and barely talked. you just laughed with him.

you followed richie as he walked over to a weird spider web that seemed to have something entangled in it. you watched his demeanor quickly shift as he unfolded the paper.

“what? what is it richie?” you moved over to his side to look at the paper.

“it- it says i’m missing.” his eyes went wide and his expression blank as he looked at the descriptions on the paper.

bill walked over in front of the two of you. “y-you’re not missing, richie.” 

richies chest began to rise up and down as he spoke again. “then why does it say it there?! that’s my shirt, that's my hair, that's my face!”

“richie calm down, it’s not real!” you put your hand on his shoulder, reaching for the paper.

“that’s my name, that’s my age, that’s the date!”

“calm down, this isn’t real.” bill tried intervening.

“what the fuck?!” richie continued to panic. you reached over and successfully took the paper away from him. “it says i’m missing, am i missing? am i gonna disappear?”

“richie.” you put your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to console him. “look at me. this isn’t real, he’s trying to mess with you. that’s his whole deal. it’s not real. you’re not going to go missing. not on my watch. or bills, or eddies.”

richie's face softened and he appeared to be more calm, just obviously shaken up. but that was quickly thrown away at the voice of a girl.

“hello?” the voice called. “hello..? help me, please!” 

“betty?” you questioned, looking up the stairs,

“ripsom?” richie continued.

you turned around, hearing a creepy, old voice saying your brother's name. you could see that he heard it, too.

“guys, do you hear that?” eddie asked, but richie and bill were too distracted by the girl at the stairs. you nodded at eddie and began following him towards the sound.

the two of you walked into the room, holding onto each other. ever since you two were little, you would hold onto each other whenever you guys were nervous.

you two looked around, when you suddenly heard a creek from behind you 

“guys?” eddie called out, looking and noticing the door shut.

“guys!” you yelled, running up to the door and attempting to open it. you could hear richie and bill on the other side of the door trying to open it, too.

“help!” you yelled, kicking the door.

you and eddie stepped back a bit, trying to find a way to get out. but when you turned around, you two spotted the floor breaking.

“time to take your pill, eddie.” you heard the creepy voice say behind the two of you. 

you both turned around to look, but as eddie made eye contact with the man, he fainted, falling down the hole and dragging you with.

you let out a yell, but you weren’t sure what exactly it was that you were yelling. 

you felt a crack beneath you as you and eddie fell onto a table. you were dizzy and your vision was almost completely blurry. the only thing you could feel was something warm dripping down from your forehead.

you groaned, attempting to move your hand up to your head. when you pulled it back, your hand was covered in your own blood. 

you could feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness.

“y/n?” eddie called, looking over at your bloody figure. “holy shit!”

you looked at his arm, completely snapped in half. “eddie…”

he looked uneasy. he never liked blood, or, well, anything gross. everyone knew that. 

you two looked forward, seeing a familiar glove on the fridge in front of you guys, opening the fridge door from the inside. 

“IT..” you weakly called out. 

he walked out of the fridge, untwisting his body around, staring at you guys. 

it didn’t even feel real. you felt like you were hallucinating from your blood loss. 

“time to float.”

there was a loud ringing in your ears as he approached.

he ran up to eddie, holding onto his face and mocking him. eddie was attempting to hit him, and you threw yourself forward and weakly punched IT in the cheek in an attempt to get him away from your brother. 

he moved his attention to you, grabbing your face in his hand. “tasty, tasty, beautiful fear.”

“you’re… not real.” you whispered, sounding delirious. 

IT’s mouth began opening and getting closer to yours. 

“no, no, no!” eddie yelled, frantically looking around for a way to help you. 

but pennywise came to a halt when he heard the creek of a door. 

“help!” eddie screamed, resulting in pennywise throwing his hand over his mouth.

you could feel your body starting to pass out, but you were fighting it. “..shit.”

richie and bill ran into the room.

“eddie, y/n?!” richie yelled, looking at you and eddie on the ground, one bleeding from the head and the others arm in half.

“this isn’t real enough for you, billy?” pennywise taunted bill, squeezing your face as he talked. “i’m not real enough for you?” 

bill stayed silent, spacing out in fear.

“holy shit.” richie blurted out.

“it was real enough for georgie.” 

as they were frozen in fear, pennywise leaped forward towards the two, but beverly quickly stabbed him in the eye, stopping him.

“richie..” you looked up at him, your blood dripping past your eye. 

“get y/n and eddie - get y/n and eddie.” richie frantically said.

you began slipping in and out of reality again. every time it felt like you just blinked, everybody would be in a different position in the room.

you saw ben get his stomach cut open by IT’s claws, but when you blinked again, everyone was surrounding you and eddie and IT seemed to have gone away. 

“they’re awake!” beverly called, her hand on your shoulder. 

you felt your wound, which was now bandaged in whatever cloth they could find. there was still dried blood on your face. 

you couldn’t find words to describe how you were feeling. you were in pain, and scared. you were speechless.

richie turned over and hugged you tightly. “oh, thank god.” his voice was shaken.

he turned back over to eddie, looking at his broken arm. “okay.. i’ll put the arm back in place.”

eddie begins shaking his head frantically. “do not fucking touch me!” 

richie begins counting down, setting his hands up on his arm.

“do not fucking touch me!” eddie repeats, but right as he says it, richie snaps the arm back in place. 

“holy shit..” you whispered, looking away quickly.

…

you guys pedaled back to bills house, you rode on the back of richies bike. shortly after, your mom met up in front. she was furious.

she grabbed eddie and put him in the front seat, slamming the door shut. “you, you did this.” she angrily said, pointing at everyone, including you. “you know how delicate he is.”

“what about me, mom?” you angrily muttered under your breath.

“what was that?” she stepped closer to you, looking down at you.

“what about me?” you repeated angrily. “mom, my head is split open, i- i barely know what is happening right now, and all you care about is eddie!”

“do not speak to me like that.” she firmly stands, putting her finger on your chest. “you think your brother deserved to get hurt?” 

“no! obviously not!” your voice began getting higher and higher. “it’s the way you’re acting like nothing happened to me, or anyone else here. we were attacked, it wasn’t anyone's fault. ben's stomach is cut open, too! it wasn’t just eddie!”

she shakes her head and grabs your arm, attempting to pull you into the car. you pull your arm away. “what are you doing?” 

“i’m not going home with you. obviously eddie needs all the attention he can get.” you crossed your arms and stepped back. “i’ll be home tomorrow.”

she scoffs and shrugs, stepping away into the car and driving off. 

that was the most you think you’ve ever spoken in your life.

you began taking deeper breaths, putting your hands over your face. you felt a hand placed on your shoulder, and when you looked up, it was richie.

he didn’t say anything, he just simply pulled you into a hug.

“i saw the well.” bill speaks up after a moment of silence. you break from your hug with richie to look at him. “w-w-we know where it is, and next time we’ll be more prepared.”

“no!” stanley yells. “no next time, bill! you’re insane!” 

“why? we all know nobody else is going to do anything.” beverly defends bill, making you scoff.

“are you serious?” you mumbled, rolling your eyes.

“eddie and y/n were nearly killed!” richie reminds the two angrily. he looks over at ben and points to him. “and look at this motherfucker! he’s leaking hamburger helper!” 

you looked up at richie with a solemn smile.

“we can’t pretend it’s gonna go away.” beverly continues, looking sort of frantic. “ben, you said it yourself, it comes back every 27 years.”

ben shakes his head, sort of distraught. “fine! i’ll be forty and far away from here. i thought you said you wanted to get out of this town too.”

“because i want to run towards something, not away.”

“i’m sorry, who invited molly ringwald into the group?” richie says, getting flipped off by beverly in the process.

“richie..” you attempt to calm him down, but he’s obviously shaken up.

“i’m just saying, let’s face facts.” he continues. “real world, georgie is dead. stop trying to get us killed, too.”

richie takes your hand and tries to pass by bill, but bill quickly stops him. “georgie’s not dead.”

richie takes a deep breath before continuing. “you couldn’t save him, but you can still save yourself.” 

he attempts to walk by with you again, but bill stands in the way. “no, t-t-take it back! you’re scared, we all are, but take it back!” 

bill shoves richie on his last ‘take it back,’ making you stumble over yourself a bit. richie shoves bill back, resulting in bill punching richie in the face, almost knocking his glasses off.

“bill, what the fuck?!” you yelled, running over to pick richie up with stanley and mike.

“you’re just a bunch of losers!” richie yells as you guys hold him back from bill. “fuck off!”

“richie, stop!” stanley says, trying to keep him back.

“you’re just a bunch of losers, and you’ll get yourselves killed trying to catch a fucking stupid clown!” richie yells before beverly pushes herself in between bill and him.

richie pushed you, mike, and stanley off of him. 

“stop!” she looks back at richie then bill as she speaks. “this is what IT wants. IT wants to divide us! we were all together when we hurt IT, that’s why we're still alive!” 

“yeah?” richie speaks up again, grabbing your arm. “well, i plan to keep it that way.” he shoulder-checks bill as he makes it back to his bike. 

you look over at bill, as if there was something to say in a situation like this. but really, there wasn't. you just exchanged disappointed looks at one another before you sat on the back of richies bike and rode away.

…

you were now at richies house. he brought over a couple gauze pads and bandages, a damp cloth, and some antibiotic ointments he found.

“how are you feeling?” he asked, sitting down next to you on his bed. 

you silently shrugged. so much had just happened, you couldn’t even think about how you actually felt. 

he nodded understandingly, setting his numerous medical supplies next to him. “can i help you clean your cut?” 

you nodded, turning your body over to face him. richie seemed to be pretty nervous, you noticed from his hands shaking as he reached over to take your original ‘bandage’ off. after he took it off, he grimaced and pressed his lips together. “holy shit. are you sure you’re okay?”

you reached your hand up to your head and felt the gash. you couldn’t tell exactly, but it felt to be pretty large. “um.. yes?” a laugh ended up escaping you, a nervous one, but a laugh nonetheless. “i mean, it hurts really bad, but not as bad as it did earlier.”

richie smiles anxiously as he reaches over to grab the damp washcloth. “alright, if you say so. let me know if this hurts.”

he puts his hand up to your cheek and begins taking care of your wound, softly cleaning off the blood around the gash. despite the intense sting, you tightly close your eyes and bite your cheek. 

after a while, he finishes cleaning and bandaging your wound, but his hand still awkwardly lays on the side of your face. richie looks at your freshly bandaged head, then your eyes. but the second you made eye contact, he cleared his throat and turned his body away. 

you and richie always had an awkward tension ever since you met him. even eddie had pointed it out a couple times to you. 

you laid down next to him, resting your head right next to his legs and looking up at him. he looked down at you awkwardly for a moment before laughing. “whats up?”

“you’ve got something on your glasses.” you said, fully serious. 

he raised his eyebrow, a look of genuine confusion laying on his face. “what? where?”

“right…” you smiled before reaching up and knocking his glasses off of his face, “..there.”

richies eyes shut as his glasses fall to his lap, but he laughs at your action anyways. “hah.. okay. rude.” 

as he reaches to put his glasses back on, you notice a bruise forming on his cheek. the same cheek that bill had punched earlier. “hey, wait.” you grab his glasses as you sit back up, getting a better look at the bruise. “you should really put some ice on that..”

“huh? what’re you talking about?” 

“your cheek, richie. its bruising.” you gesture to his face.

he moves his hand up to the cheek, wincing a bit at the pressure. “oh, right.” his tone and body language changed to appear more angry as he thought back at what had happened just a few hours ago. “so fucking stupid.” he muttered under his breath.

“come on.” you grab one of his hands, putting his glasses back on with the other. “let’s just go get something to help.” you step off of the bed.

he looks down at your hands together nervously before following you off of the bed with a nod. “..alright.” 

“..do you wanna go to the arcade afterwards?” you said with a smile in an attempt to brighten his mood. 

he looks up at you with a smile. he looks at a loss for words and simply nods in response. 

so, the two of you grab an icepack- well, a frozen bag of peas - and begin heading over to the arcade together. 

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Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide 7/?

Maverick is unknowingly surrounded by Transformers. He knows something is up though. Just not quite what it is exactly.

Bradley and Jake, having never met, are embarking on their own journeys and will have to learn to deal with the fact that they've both been adopted by Transformers.

Despite having years more experience, Maverick is no help at all.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX

SEVEN

                Jake hasn’t been this amused in years, watching a guy he barely knows reem out a sulking Transformer who could probably kill him if he had half a mind to. Except the Bronco is looking suitably chastised, but even his clear remorse hasn’t stopped Bradley’s rant. Guy has some lungs on him and Jake doesn’t want to get on his bad side. Although he is kind of hot when he’s angry. Hmm. Interesting. He’ll consider that more later. In private.

                Jake has to admit he’s impressed with Starscream’s restraint and he sidles up to him, wants to ask why he didn’t just bop the smaller blue car on the nose and lay him flat, because he’s sure that the much larger Transformer is more than capable of holding his own if it came down to a fist fight.

                “I promised I’d remain neutral,” Starscream states, lips twisting in distaste and Jake raises his eyebrows at that.

                “Even if the little blue-truck-that-could managed to take a swipe at you?”

                “He can certainly try…”

                Jake grins at the dry tone and he likes Starscream’s attitude, wonders if it’s weird that he considers a robot a friend after only a few days.

                “The tall one, is he important?”

                “Admiral Kazansky? Yeah… I guess. He’s definitely the highest rank here, and he already knew about you guys existing, so he’s probably got quite high security clearance… oh shit. I’m going to need to be briefed or get told secret shit. They better not stop me from flying.”

                “I can always fly you.”

                “No! I want to fly my own damn plane,” Jake snaps.

                “Then we can fly together,” Starscream states and Jake’s jaw drops open.

                “Holy shit. We could. That would be cool. You said Jetfire was a plane as well. We can all fly together…”

                “That is my hope.”

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                “I really need a fucking drink,” Bradley mumbles to himself, and he has no clue where he’s even going to be sleeping tonight, but he’s sent his car to the other end of the runway to cool off and have some time out and think about whether he can play nicely with the others. As he runs that thought through his head again he feels the early onset of a headache, new appreciation for his parents and also both Mav and Ice. He searches Ice out to find him on the phone and also rubbing his temple like he’s also warding off an impending headache.

                “You okay?” Bradley ask and Jake startles a little and blinks, like his mind was somewhere else.

                “Yeah, I’m good. Just been a very long couple of days and I don’t think the next few days are going to get any easier.”

                “You’ve probably got a point. At least we have Ice to deal with the brass. It’s not like they can put a gag order on us or take the Transformers away from us. Not if it’s us they want to be with…”

                He’s hit then with the realization that Bronco chooses to be with him, and he suddenly views all the times he’s had Bronco there, ready to pick him up. The music. The lack of buying gas. The loyalty. Of course there are also the times he’s refused to start for anyone and everyone else, but if he considers Bronco as a younger Transformer maybe that’s on par with a toddler’s temper tantrum, or teenage sulkiness. Regardless Bronco wants him and okay, Bradley can deal with that. Slaps Jake on the shoulder and heads off down the runway for yet another talk, and also, this time, an apology.

…            …            …

                Tom looks at Hound, and then Bronco off at the far end of the runway where Bradley has sent him to have a weird sort of time-out. Then he looks at the Kawasaki which is currently taller than Mav and is crouched beside him and discussing something about one of the normal bikes and he blinks, realizes that the only mode of transport available to them right now that isn’t a Transformer is a large slightly delipidated horse truck with maybe three seats. Maybe.

                He has strict orders to bring in all the humans tomorrow morning at ten-hundred, and then the further expectation to bring everyone out here. He’s lucky they’ve been given that much time, but he knows they’ll be mad scrambling on the other end, drawing up paperwork and flying in others that will no doubt want to grill them all. They’ll be separated and interviewed, and he needs to prepare them all for it. Weirdly he trusts that Bradley and Seresin will be fine, they have nothing to cover up. Maverick on the other hand is going to be a potential problem. The higher ups are definitely going to have an issue with him suddenly being in the know, despite the fact he has a small army of Transformers at his disposal and apparently has a natural gift for working on them.

                Fan-fucking-tastic.

…            …            …

                Admiral Kazansky has shared the news with them that they’re all expected to report tomorrow and Jake balks a little. He’s on leave, he didn’t bring uniform with him. This is not how he expected his leave to go. Not that he was hoping for anything exciting, but he’d sort of hoped he wouldn’t be bored and now he’s wondering if he maybe somehow jinxed himself. They’re now trying to work out the logistics of reporting to base tomorrow and Bradley has his gear in the back of Bronco, ready to go.

                “You could stay in the truck with me,” Jake offers, and he knows he’s pulling a face. Because it smells of horses and hay if he’s being generous, and if he’s going to share a sleeping space with a good looking guy he’d like it to not be the back of a horse truck. Even if he has no chance he can still dream. And he hasn’t forgotten about how good Bradley looks when he’s angry.

                “There’s a trailer in the hangar,” Captain Mitchell offers, like it’s a competition and Jake frowns, immediately wants to somehow sweeten the offer of the horse truck, but offering a handjob probably wouldn’t go over so well.

                “Stop being ridiculous. We’ll stay at the house.”

                “Oh.”

                “Yeah. That makes sense.”

                Just like that there is no further argument, and Jake has to say a proper bed and hot shower do sound really good. Even a cold shower would be welcome right now, given how dirty he’s feeling. Admiral Kazansky is looking at Starscream like he’s trying to figure out what to do with him and it makes his skin prickle with unease, but then Sally is letting out a deep sigh.

                “He can stay. If you take Hound and Bronco with you things will settle. Or I will make them settle,” she says and Admiral Kazansky nods appreciatively. Jake is reminded that while Sally may give off old matriarch vibes, old matriarchs get old for reasons like being very difficult to kill and also generally ruling the people under them with an iron fist. Admiral Kazansky then moves to sit in the driver’s seat of the army jeep and he doesn’t look overly happy about it. About as happy as Bronco is about having Jake riding with him, although he at least seems glad to be leaving Starscream behind.

                “I will see you tomorrow,” Starscream says, and he holds his fist out and Jake looks at it, looks up at Starscream and then reaches out and gives him a fist bump.

…            …            …

                He knew Pete would be the most problematic, and what irks him is that he’s not even trying to be annoying. It just comes so easily to him, taking to effort at all to put Tom’s brain into a tailspin.

                “Oh, I’m bringing Dustdrift home with me.”

                “You’re not taking a Hoover on the back of your bike!” Tom snaps and Maverick grins.

                “I don’t need to. Dustdrift can just fly after me!” Mav says and he’s almost vibrating with excitement and Tom wonders if he should seriously consider retirement. But who would get Mav out the messes he either creates or finds himself in? Sli only keeps tabs on Mav for the entertainment value, not for any altruistic reason.

                “Fine. Just… don’t get seen I guess?”

                “I think Dustdrift has superior camouflage capabilities.”

                “Of course they do,” Tom mutters

…            …            …

                He remembers the way to Ice’s house, and he’s glad he doesn’t need to concentrate on driving, that Bronco would no doubt find the way there without him paying attention anyway. He hasn’t had time to process everything, the fact that Mav only pulled his papers because his mom asked. He doesn’t like it, but he also knows that when Mav gives someone his word he holds fast to it. It’s just shit that Bradley’s dream of going to USNA was collateral damage, especially as he’s never giving up flying. Mav can’t stop him, and the United States Navy isn’t about to stop him either. They’ve sunk too much money into his training to let him go. He’s not stupid.

                He takes his shoes off and lines them up carefully, making a face at Jake who follows his example with a raised eyebrow. It’s just that way it is in Ice’s house. He hikes his duffle offer his shoulder, knows he’s going to have to iron his uniform tonight. Jake has an overnight bag in his hands, no sign of his uniform, and Bradley wonders exactly how Ice and Mav are going to handle this.

                “I have two guest rooms…” Ice states, waving a hand towards the stairs and Bradley knows he means for Jake to take one and Bradley the other, his mind clearly focused on meeting a range of Transformers rather than the fact that he’s meant to be keeping his relationship with Maverick a secret as well. What a tangled web we weave springs to mind, a poem his mom used to recite, a fact he finds incredibly ironic right now.

                “Uh, Bradley and I can share a room sir.”

                Bradley crosses his arms and looks between Mav and Ice, still not ready to just forgive the years of hurt. He understands Bronco’s loyalty more now, his anger on Bradley’s behalf. He could make all the awkwardness go away, but this is their bed, literally, and they can fucking lie in it. Or not, as the case may be.

                “Thank you Lieutenant, that’s appreciated,” Ice says, and there’s a twitch in his jaw and Bradley wonders if he should give them some time to hide all the incriminating evidence of his and Mav’s relationship.

                “We’ll take the room at the back with the ensuite,” Bradley says, throwing them a bone, because it’s the bedroom furthest from theirs, and with an ensuite they’re less likely to bump into each other in the middle of the night and have to explain… well, anything. “Come on Jake.”

                “I’ll order some food. You boys alright with Thai?” Mav calls out and he reminds himself that Mav isn’t deliberately trying to annoy him by calling him a boy. It’s just a turn of phrase no matter how annoying he finds it. Bradley calls out in the affirmative, and Jake follows him, although he adds a thank you sir which he guesses is respectful at least.

                “So… Was that weird? It felt weird,” Jake says, and Bradley lets out a sharp huff, annoyed and amused in equal measure.

                “What about today hasn’t been weird?”

                “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

EIGHT

[the-laughing-lunatic]

I just have a simple request if you don't mind me asking. Can you do Heavy x Medic with a child reader (Their child, adopted or not, Medic does weird stuff) who is very sweet but also very strong like Heavy?

Basic storyline: One day their kid was in the forest and found a baby bear who was hurt so they tried to take care of the baby bear but Mama bear was closed so the kid tried to defend themselves and make sure they didn't hurt the mama bear to fix the baby bear like they've seen Medic do on people.

(Ofc! I kinda made this really long (wordcount: 1264), you can tell I'm not that great w/ oneshots :/ Thx for requesting!)

HeavyMedic & sweet child! reader

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was late at night. Far too late to be out in the forest at the young age of seven, but here you were, trailing behind your two dads as Medic rambled about his ideas for experiments once he found the herb that had the three of you out in the first place. Heavy and Medic didn’t want to leave you alone at the base so they wrapped you in your big fluffy coat and brought you along. You shivered. “P- papa?”

“Little Belka, is cold, yes, but your papas need to focus now. Can you stay quiet for little while?” Heavy responded.

“Okay…” You wanted to be good for them, so you kept your mouth shut and clutched your teddy bear close to your chest. 

Out of nowhere an owl swooped down and snatched your teddy bear out of your hands. You couldn’t just let it get away with that! But your papa said not to talk, and you didn’t want to distract them from their important grown-up work. 

You took a deep breath and ran after it, the brush scratching up your arms as you followed the owl. You ran till your legs were tired and the bird was gone from your vision. Only then did you get the sinking realization that you were lost, cold, and alone. 

You sat on a tree stump, curled into a ball and cried.

ੈ♡˳

Medic and Heavy kept trekking through the forest. Medic smiled softly at a sleeping dove he saw in a tree. “Aw, taube, it’s you.” No response. “Taube?”

Medic turned around to see you were gone. “Belka? If this is joke, it is not funny. Come out now belka.” Yet again, no response. 

“Oh god, we’ve lost them.” Medic said, panicked. “Misha, what do we do? Oh god, how long have they been gone? They could be dead by now, what if they’re dead? I mean, are they even respawn compatible? We both are, and if the DNA processing worked how it should then they should be too. But I mean, no one else has ever done this so we don’t know if it works. Our taube could be eaten by wolves already I mean—”

Heavy placed his hands on Medic’s shoulders. “Ludwig. Calm. We will find them, it will be okay. 

Medic leaned into the touch, holding Heavy close. “I just don’t want to lose our baby…”

“We won't, I promise, our belka and will be safe and sound.” 

ੈ♡˳

After a solid ten minutes of crying, you sniffled and wiped your tears. And then you heard a noise. At first you thought it was one of your papas, but it was more of a whine.

You stood up and walked towards the sound. There, laying behind a bush was a small bear cub, curled up and whining. “Oh, hey there little guy, what’s wrong?” It keened back, eyes wide. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I just want to help.”

Hesitantly, the cub rolled over to reveal a thorn stuck in its paw, the area around it swollen and red. It looked similar to bullet wounds you had seen before, so you grabbed a pair of tweezers from the first-aid kit you kept with you. 

As you pulled the thorn out carefully you felt a hot breath on your neck. You turned to see another bear, much bigger than the one you just helped, and its eyes were on you. It growled.

ੈ♡˳

“Taube?” 

“Belka?”

It had been who knows how long since Medic and Heavy learned of your disappearance, and they had been calling out for you for most of that time. 

Medic’s eyes caught a familiar piece of fabric in one of the lower branches of a nearby tree. He stepped closer, reaching up to grab your teddy bear coated in dirt and stuffing open in multiple slashes. “Misha…gott…”

“It will be okay Ludwig, our belka is strong,” Heavy said. He wasn’t sure if he was saying that for Medic or himself at that point. He gently took the teddy from Medic, holding it in his hand. So small, it looked much bigger when you were holding it. You were still so young, it’d be to soon. Heavy gave it a hug and put it in his bag. They had to find you.

ੈ♡˳

You paled at the large bear towering over you. You knew you could try to fight back, but you didn’t want to. You settled for throwing a pebble at it. “Please leave, I don't want to hurt you.”

That didn’t seem to stop the bear, it stepped closer yet again. You gently tried to push it away. It didn’t work.

You whimpered and curled into a ball and closed your eyes as tight as you could, preparing for a bite or slash or any action that you very much didn’t want to feel. But…nothing happened. 

You felt the bear lick your hair and you felt yourself giggle slightly. It seemed because of the fuzzy coat he bear saw you as one of her own. It was comforting to be held close instead of feeling cold and alone just for a moment. You felt your eyelids droop and leaned into her. 

ੈ♡˳

It had been hours. It was completely dark now, and both Medic and Heavy were completely exhausted. Heavy sighed and leaned against a tree. “Ludwig, it’s late, we might have to consider heading back…”

“What? Are you crazy? We need to find them, we can’t just leave.” 

“You are tired, you need sleep,” Heavy said, tracing the doctor’s eyebags with his hand. 

“Misha, I have gotten far less sleep for far less important reasons, I will be fine,” he said brushing away Heavy’s hand. “If you need rest you may head back to the base.”

“No, I will stay.” And so the two continued, scanning the beam of their flashlight through the forest, the long shadows of the trees stretching out before them in their search. Until the light caught on two bright, almost glowing, orbs. 

They stepped closer, seeing a large bear cuddling her cub…and their child! The two both let out an audible sigh of relief, Heavy stepping forwards to take their sleeping kid. She growled, pulling you closer.

Heavy kneeled down to eye level of the bear. “Thank you for keeping my belka safe, but this is my child. Please.”

The bear looked for a second before giving a small nod, loosen its grip on you so Heavy can take you in his arms. Heavy gave a nod of respect before walking back to Medic. 

You stirred at the sudden movement. “H- hm?” Your eyes opened, a smile appeared . “Papa!”

“You’re awake!” Medic exclaimed happily, reaching to Heavy’s bag to give you your teddy back. “It might need a wash and some stitching, but it’ll be okay. …we’re so sorry for losing you, taube.”

“It’s okay, I made a friend! Could I see them again?” you said, clutching your teddy to yourself as you were carried back to the best.

Medic laughed. “Ha! No, you’re never going outside again, we were scared to death.”

“What?!”

“Now, belka, he doesn’t mean never, he’s just exaggerating. You can go outside once you’re 18.” 

“Come on!”

ੈ♡˳

Later that night, your teddy lay all stitched up on the night stand, moonlight spilling through the window as you laid between your two dads in bed. Having one warm body to cuddle you was great, but all wrapped in your loving papas arms you had to admit two was better.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[advisorykitty]

Can you do yandere reader x Randal headcanons (like reader is a yandere for Randal)

Yandere!Reader x Randal

There was also another request of this!! (P.s not proof read)

You and Randal met after during one of your 'hobbies' and he was just... lurking. He flashed a grin that was somewhere between “I’ve just buried a body” and “you’re next.” You knew right then he was the one.

Since then, you’re basically glued to his side, watching horror movies you don’t understand, collecting dolls, and convincing yourself that no one in the world “gets him” like you do.

You’re laser-focused on every detail about him—what he likes, what he dislikes, and what obscure names he gives his dolls (like "Princess Creeparella" and "Sir Yanksalot"). You’re fully invested in his unhinged little world.

So when some random bully at school insulted his face? Oh, that kid’s days were numbered. You “handled it” swiftly, not even feeling bad about it, and you’d do it again without a second thought.

Randal thinks it’s hilarious how intense you are about him. To him, you’re like his personal fan club, and he’s living his best manga-style life with his “devoted stalker.”

But every time he skips school or disappears for days, you’re losing sleep and concocting wild scenarios about his whereabouts. When he finally comes back, you’re like, “How dare you make me worry like that?”

You keep showing up with “gifts” for him, from a rusty spoon to a doll missing its eyes. He grins like a kid at Christmas every time, probably just to encourage your “passion.”

His favorite doll? Yeah, you see it as the biggest competition. Every time he fusses over it, you glare daggers at it. Randal’s amused by your jealousy toward a doll.

You’re convinced fate brought you together, which you dramatically whisper to yourself at 2 a.m., vowing to protect him—even if it’s from the "threat" of his dolls.

Your rivalry with Luther is real. Any time he’s around, you give him a death stare, mentally reminding him that Randal is yours.

The second he gets frustrated, you’re offering to “take care of it.” He finds it adorable and terrifying.

Once, he teased you about his doll being his “only true friend,” and you nearly lost it. He knows you’d break that doll’s legs if you could get away with it.

You lurk around, “protecting” him even when he’s just watching TV. He barely notices anymore, but when he does, he acts super flattered by his own “personal bodyguard.”

You’ve adopted all his weird little quirks—his creepy laugh, his obsession with horror flicks, that way he likes to sneak up on people. You’re in it for the full experience.

The fact that Randal hates Cody, the guy from the convenience store? Say less. You’re officially boycotting that place too. Loyalty.

When you’re alone, you fantasize about the two of you having a future together, even if it’s something only you’re invested in. Randal’s mildly disturbed when he overhears your ideas.

Luther often throws you concerned looks, but you just smile sweetly with a glint in your eye that even he finds unsettling.

You’re always hyping Randal up, no matter how weird he’s acting. To you, every grin he makes is another masterpiece.

The whole “bully incident”? You’re fully convinced that protecting Randal is your life’s purpose. You’d deal with anyone who so much as looked at him wrong.

You’re shockingly good at guessing his weird whims, like when he wanted pickle-flavored jellybeans, which you already had wrapped up with a bow.

You’ve been caught staring at his coffin with a weird look in your eye, muttering about how “romantic” it would be to join him. He chuckles, not realizing you’re dead serious.

When Randal leaves for ten minutes, you’re already concocting a grand adventure he must be on. The moment he’s back, you act like he’s returned from war.

You’ve made an entire scrapbook of “Randal Moments.” He thinks it’s hilarious seeing himself from every angle.

One day, you threw a whole candlelit dinner for him and all his dolls. He walked in, blinked, and went, “Well, aren’t you devoted.” You beamed, blissfully ignoring that every doll looked traumatized.

Every so often, you bring up “decorating his coffin,” which he laughs off, but he’s probably slightly convinced.

When he casually mentions hating swimming, you immediately declare you’ll never go near water again. He looks at you like, “Alright, weirdo.”

You once hid under his bed to “surprise” him, but he found you instantly. Now, every time you’re mysteriously missing, he just checks under his bed with an eyeroll.

Anytime he mentions an old friend, you grill him for details like it’s a police interrogation.

You’re known for dramatically reading mangas out loud just to bond with him. Randal interrupts with random commentary, but you’re undeterred.

Randal introduced you to Neopets, and now you’re both raising a digital pet army. You’re actually taking it way too seriously.

Every time he pulls a creepy face or weird pose, you’re ready with a heartfelt “Wow!” He insists he doesn’t need an audience, but he keeps doing it whenever you’re around.

Referring to his dolls as your “future in-laws” was possibly your weirdest move yet. He choked on his drink when he heard, but he didn’t deny it.

You made a doll version of yourself, handing it to him with a serious, “Just in case you miss me.” He keeps it in the back of his doll collection where the others can’t see it.

You call his creepy grin his “winning smile” and refer to his “strange hobby” as “creative expression.” Randal pretends to roll his eyes, but you know he loves it.

Any time he “vanishes,” you know exactly where he’s hiding. He’s both impressed and annoyed that his spooky pranks don’t work on you.

You redecorated his room with “romantic touches”—heart stickers and ribbons. He laughed for ten minutes straight but kept a single heart sticker “for the aesthetic.”

The way he goes full creepy mode? You’re watching with literal heart-eyes, thinking, “He’s amazing…” He eats up the attention, having a fan who finds him charming instead of horrifying.

Randal once found a letter from you listing all the reasons you admire him. He laughed until he cried but was secretly touched (and mildly obsessed)

MINI INTERVIEWS!!

Randal:

"Oh, [Y/N] is… perfect! Just like a manga character come to life, honestly. They're obsessed, loyal, and maybe a little terrifying, but isn’t that what makes it thrilling? It’s like every moment with them is part of a dark, twisted love story, where they’d do anything for me. Like this one time, they brought me a ‘present’—a tooth from some guy who looked at me funny. It’s like I’m living my own gothic romance, you know? And [Y/N] is my… well, let's say very devoted protagonist." He's totally into it. He's living in his favourite manga, and you're starring the devoted stalker!!

Sebastian:

"[Y/N] is… ah, well, it’s hard to put into words, really. They’re… they’re very focused on Randal, which is fine, I guess? But, well, every time I try to talk to them, they just stare at me like they’re about to eat me alive or something. And I’m pretty sure they hate me. I mean, whenever I walk into the room, they look at me like I’m interrupting something important—and I get it, I’m just Randal’s butler or whatever, but… yeesh, it’s intense. One time, I tried to ask Randal for food, and they glared at me so hard I forgot what I was saying. I’m, uh, just trying to stay out of their way at this point." Pretty scared of you and stays out of your way every single time you're around. He doesn’t need anymore problems!!.

Luther:

"[Y/N]? Ach, yes… a rather obsessive person, ja. But they are at least efficient at keeping Randal occupied, even if they do take their dedication to… extreme levels. It’s like they’re bound to him with some kind of… unsettling devotion. Sometimes I think they forget there’s a world outside of Randal, yes? Not my kind of… loyalty, but to each their own. So long as they are no burden to me, I tolerate it. Though, if they keep this up, we might need to have a serious discussion, ja?" If you stay out of his way he's mostly okay with you, however he does see you as partially cynical any time you refuse his hospitality and only focus on Randal!

Nyen:

"[Y/N]? Pfah! Some weak human, clinging to Randal’s shadow, afraid to face anything real! If they want his attention, then fine, but one day… one day, I show them true strength. They think following Randal around makes them something special? Hah! When time is right, I'll put them in their place." Would love to fight you any chance he got. Pretty impressed with how deep you're into this but don't take this as him liking you! You're his rival and don't even know it! However who's to say you won't take on his challenge ?

Nyon:

"[Y/N]? Oh, eh… big… eh, big star-eyes, always looking at Randal. Very, very scary face, always… close by him, always too close! I think they not like me much, da, always with the look like I… interrupt? They want Randal all to self. So, Nyon stay away, yes? Much trouble, they bring… always too loud, too much drama! I hide, not get in trouble, yes? Safe for me." Avoids you like the plague, definitely know the fact you hate him and he tries to keep away at all time.

[tossawary]

Details (quote plus thoughts) on Shen Qingqiu killing the Skinner Demon and his reaction afterwards, including his conversation with Luo Binghe about using his disciple as bait, and his promise that Luo Binghe will never suffer any misfortune. Long post. Warning for a brief description of graphic violence, specifically the Skinner Demon's body afterwards.

"The corner of Shen Qingqiu's mouth twitched, and he gathered all of his spiritual power into his right hand, lashing out with a palm strike and smacking Die-er in the chest. The demon flew back like a kite with a snapped string.

This was the first time that Shen Qingqiu had killed someone. But he didn't hold back, not even a little. First, because this was a book; second, because this was a demon who'd killed countless people; and third, because if he didn't, he'd be the one who got killed.

Shen Qingqiu gazed down at the horrible state of "Die-er": four limbs twisted and broken, bleeding from the seven facial apertures. He turned away, bombarding his own brain with a barrage of his three reasons until they blocked out the screen of his mind.

Striving to remain calm, he slowly stood and straightened, settled his hear and breathing, fixed his posture, and turned to Luo Binghe.

"This is your first time seeing someone 'eliminate demons and uphold justice,'" he said. "Were you scared?"

Luo Binghe's still-childish face was slightly pale.

"If you wish to 'uphold,' you must 'eliminate,'" said Shen Qingqiu, composed.

Luo Binghe gritted his teeth. His voice quavered. "Shizun, if this disciple may be so bold as to ask, just now..."

When the second half of the sentence didn't arrive, Shen Qingqiu spoke, "You want to ask, if that ceiling beam hadn't suddenly come crashing down, what was this master's plan?"

Shen Qingqiu had no choice but to suffer in silence, he yearned to tell Luo Binghe: Don't worry, even if the ceiling beam hadn't collapsed, perhaps the wall would have. Even if the wall hadn't, perhaps the pillar would have. Long story short, you definitely wouldn't have died, the boss definitely would have, and that's all there is to it.

But he couldn't speak these words, so he could only adopt an unpredictable air and evade the question by changing the subject. "If you're asking this, are you blaming this master?"

Luo Binghe shook his head. "No," he said, his expression sincere. "If this disciple could give up his life for Shizun, it would be an honor."

Shen Qingqiu was shaken. This kid really was too much of a white lotus!

"Then this master will promise you in kind," he said after thinking for a moment and settling on properly ambiguous words. "Even if an accident befalls this master, no misfortune will come to you."

This was an absolute truth. Even if Shen Qingqiu died one hundred times - ah, on hundred times - Luo Binghe, the protagonist with impervious plot armor, would go on living in perfect health.

"On this matter, I speak nothing but the truth." His voice resounded as he said this, his expression confident and collected, without the slightest hint of falsehood.

When Luo Binghe heard these words, it was as if his life force had been ignited. The sunflower that had begun to wilt revived, full of renewed vigor.

Holding Xiu Ya in both hands, Luo Binghe lifted the blade until it was even with his brows and presented it to Shen Qingqiu. "Shixun, your sword!" "

Volume 1, Chapter 2, pages 83-84.

This is a weird moment, emotionally, because it's both Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe's first time dealing with violent death (and demons). Shen Yuan didn't even go to look at the skinned body! (And neither did Luo Binghe!) Ming Fan did that part of the investigation! I doubt Shen Yuan in his past life was ever in a position where he saw a dead body at all, much less a mangled one or a skinned one. (I have personally seen donated human bodies (muscle + bone) used for the study of anatomy, and it is... an experience. It's not pleasant.)

They are both very young here. In fact, Luo Binghe is almost certainly both more acquainted with violence (being regularly beaten up as he trains with Cang Qiong, his shitty childhood beforehand) and with death (his adoptive mother's death, probably witnessing some other horrible stuff while he was on the streets) than Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan may have seen gore in media before, but this is very real. This is where his entire transmigration experience suddenly becomes a lot more real than it was before this mission.

Shen Yuan is a laid-back person who strives to go with the flow, and he's not afraid to deal out violence and to kill in defense, especially when the Skinner Demon is a serial killer. He goes on to face even greater violence throughout the novel and at least kills plenty of monsters at the Immortal Alliance Conference.

And yet it reads to me as though... he's seeking comfort here? He seems shaken-up. But he can't express it because that's OOC. And he presumably doesn't want to put the weight of his upset on Binghe even when he's allowed to share his emotions, when the OOC lock breaks shortly after this exchange. I think that he does want to comfort Binghe here, to apologize for using him as bait, to thank him for saving him, but also... I think he unconsciously wants someone to comfort him here, to talk it through with someone, to make himself feel better by looking after someone else.

Binghe, however, is not at a point where he's willing to be especially emotionally vulnerable with Shen Qingqiu. It's too early. "Shizun, I'm scared, please comfort me," probably would have gotten him beaten about a week ago. He's far more focused on the fact that Shen Qingqiu used him as bait, that's what scared him most, that his teacher might honestly want him dead. It's also a threat that's still present, so that's what he asks after.

And Shen Yuan can't really explain himself! (The System would't let him if he tried, probably!) So he dodges the question! In a way that makes him look pretty good, still, I think, kind of implying that he did do something. (Because otherwise it's way too much of a coincidence!) And when Binghe isn't interested in talking out the Skinner Demon's death, in talking out their mutual first encounter with violent death and killing, Shen Yuan just kind of... buries this incident immediately. He goes to the Ling Xi Caves shortly after this. He doesn't talk to anyone about it. Which is how he ends up dealing with... a lot of his negative feelings later on.

I think Binghe is lying when he says it would be an honor to die for Shen Qingqiu here, honestly. Maybe later on, when his relationship with Shen Qingqiu is even closer, he would mean it sincerely, but right now? It's too early, in my opinion. I think Binghe would genuinely start to mean this after Shen Qingqiu gets poisoned by Without a Cure for his sake, but not before. Maybe he wants to mean it now? He wants Shen Qingqiu to be worth dying for because otherwise... what is all this fucking suffering for?

Whenever I reread SVSSS, I'm struck by how... quiet... Luo Binghe is at the beginning. When Shen Qingqiu accidentally ends up spying on the first interaction we see between Luo Binghe and Ning Yingying, which becomes the scene of Ming Fan stealing the false jade pendant, Binghe is... quiet, thoughtful, determined, solemn, angry, resentful of Ming Fan, possibly also resentful of Ning Yingying. I don't think his self-confidence is high, but... I don't know, I don't think he's as much a "white lotus" here as he presents himself to be to Shen Yuan and his fellow disciples. His life has sucked. He's aware that the world is kind of shit, even he hopes his future will improve.

When Binghe is dealing with Meng Mo, he's savvy, stubborn, unimpressed, demanding, aware of his high ground and unwilling to cede it. Even after the time skip to right before the Immortal Alliance Conference, when Binghe and Shen Qingqiu's affection for each other is at its highest, Binghe isn't particularly... puppy-like at seventeen. He's eager to see Shen Qingqiu again, eager for his approval, but he's also relatively confident, almost suave with statements that could be read as flirtation, running parts of Qing Jing Peak on Shen Qingqiu's behalf.

(Part of the reason that Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe fail to immediately reconcile after Binghe returns from the Abyss is that Binghe has genuine anger over Shen Qingqiu's betrayal and isn't willing to just throw himself at Shen Qingqiu's feet to potentially immediately be stabbed again, and I don't think Binghe's ability to feel anger started with the Endless Abyss.)

I do think Binghe at the beginning of his time with Cang Qiong Mountain Sect wondered if / assumed that Shen Jiu's treatment of him was happening because he was genuinely doing something wrong. And I do think that after Shen Yuan shows up and starts saving him and treating him well, Binghe became intensely attached and went on to rationalize Shen Jiu's behavior as necessary correction of some wrongdoing + trying to make him stronger. But I think some small part of Binghe at this point in time must at least suspect that Shen Qingqiu is just as asshole. Binghe is too clever not to have considered the possibility, even if Shen Jiu repeatedly broke his heart disappointing him.

Anyway, Shen Yuan promising that no misfortune will come to Binghe? Even if some accident befalls his master? WILD thing to say at all. ABSURD thing to explicitly promise the protagonist.

It's possible that Shen Yuan still assumes that this point that he'll be able to prevent Luo Binghe from going into the Endless Abyss once the OOC lock breaks. I don't think Shen Yuan knows yet that the System is going to force him to push Binghe in or lose 10-20k B-Points and probably die. Shen Yuan still hopes that he'll be able to "cling to those thighs" and avert everything! It's so early on that the System probably hasn't made those threats yet!

It's also wild because... it seems like Shen Yuan is completely forgetting about emotional harm? He later tries (and kind of fails) to rationalize to himself that going into the Endless Abyss will just make Binghe stronger, so it's fine and good for Luo Binghe actually, not a misfortune, but he must know on some level that Binghe being in "perfect health" physically does not mean that Binghe will escape without mental and emotional scarring.

At the moment, I think that Shen Yuan desperately wants to comfort Binghe, without knowing how to do it without showing physical affection or friendliness, so he makes this RIDICULOUS promise. Partly because he still believes he'll be able to change things and he wants to promise to look after Binghe forever.

[redwoodcolony]

ive never heard of a clerc before, first thing that comes to mind is a store clerk lmao

Also you're lucky people for some reason arent getting mad at the leader and deputy age gap whenever I play clangen and get an age gap like that I'm yelled at by others to forcibly break them up or change their age in the code ☹️ wish I had your freedom lmaoooo

English isn't my first language so I thought clerc and cleric were basically the same thing because of DnD 😔

Also warning, big block of text incoming, I hope my English is good enough so you can understand everything !!

TW for talking about age gaps

I am very sorry you had such experiences. :( I am actually very anxious whenever I post as I fear I might get yelled at. Actually, posting this very post makes me anxious because I know talking about this subject can be very difficult. I actually rewrote his post like three times already😭

For now thankfully, everyone commenting on this blog has been very nice and kind :)

If it helps here is how I treat age gaps, maybe it can help you solve some of your issues with your public ?

I try my best to have the age gaps as small as possible, I only allow larger age gaps if the cats both meet as full grown adults (which is the case for Silversight and Spectralstar ! I actually have a little backstory post for the founders in preparation !)

I usually let the game do its own thing when it comes to couples, I mainly use my mediators to strenghten family bonds (mainly with adopted kits, because the game doesn't automatically strenghten these relationships)

If the cats are both colony-born, I will break the couple up if the age gap is equal or superior to 6 moons and the younger party is less than 30 moons old. Otherwise it makes me feel uncomfortable

I can make an exception for colony-born cats, as an example if the two cats only start being attracted to each other when the oldest is 90 moons old, and the youngest is 80 moons old ? It feels less weird to me, like they had time to experiment around with their feelings and everything before settling together you know ?

For a colony-born cat and an outsider, I can allow larger age gaps as long as the outsider joined when the colony-cat was already a full grown adult. I usually allow the game to make them an official couple when the younger party is at least 30 moons old. This means that Valleyfall x Oddspots is forbidden !!! It's just a one-sided crush on Oddspots side !

Generally I will ignore a lot of the romantic feelings the cats have for each others in-game if it makes me uncomfortable lol. You don't have to make everything that happens in-game canon in your comic if it makes you feel queasy !

These are just personal rules I give myself, otherwise I feel uncomfortable when playing and drawing my cats !

(The following part is just me rambling about canon Warrior Cats issues and how it influences Clangen and therefore most playthroughs of the game)

I think the age gap issue is due to the general canon Warrior Cats Clan setting, because if you do follow the classic Warrior Code™, you aren't allowed to take in domestic cats and loners; which means you can't add new blood, but it also means that all your cats know each other since birth. :((

In the canon books, it leads to weird ahh relationships like Thornclaw and Blossomfall, Onestar and Whitetail, Ashfur x Squirrelflight or even Brambleclaw x Squirrelflight (we often forget that both Ash and Bramble were warriors when Squirrel was born lol)

The one way the canon books found to remedy to this issue was to add a lot of useless background characters, so that they could reproduce more and regularly, giving a steady flow of new kittens of similar ages to ship with the main characters. This isn't really a good solution in the long run, seeing how incredibly big ThunderClan has become, but it's also not solving the big "everyone is related to each other" issue. :(((

That's why I decided to create the Colony instead of a Clan, so that I can change the rules, so I can integrate outsiders and domestic cats with no issue, introducing both new blood and characters who don't know everyone since they were born :)

I hope this helps you a bit ! :)

[atimeofyourlife]

Anything but a normal friendship

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: idiots to lovers | rated: m | wc: 764 | tags: friends with benefits, getting together Steve had never really had a normal friendship, but he should have realized what he had going on with Eddie was anything but platonic

In hindsight, it should have been obvious that what he and Eddie had been doing wasn't 'normal' for a friendship. But there again, Steve had never really experienced a 'normal' friendship. His friendship with Robin was the furthest thing from normal, they had shared absolutely everything, from jobs, to food, to beds, to showers. Then his friendship was the kids was more him being adopted as a pseudo big brother, bonding through the trauma he tried his best to protect them from. Hell, even his friendships from before the Upside Down couldn't be considered normal. Sure, his friendship with Tommy and Carol was pretty normal when they first met in elementary school, but the experimentation that started between them in middle school, and lasted until he ditched them in junior year, everything from practicing kissing to the three of them falling into bed together, it was pretty out there.

But he and Eddie. Not long after everything with Vecna, they started hanging out and getting high together. Pretty normal for a pair of guys their age. But the thing is, weed made Steve touchy. In a way that could never been seen as platonic. What started with him brushing Eddie's hair away and kissing his neck, ended with him grinding in Eddie's lap as they made out, and him creaming his pants for the first time since he was fifteen.

And it just spiraled from there. Every week, there were making plans, drinking together, smoking together, movie nights, or no real excuse at all. And what happened between them kept progressing. Longer make out sessions, slowly losing clothes, hand jobs, blow jobs. But it stayed between them. It never got mentioned between them outside of when they were together, or briefly making plans for their next time.

But of course, Steve's heart got ahead of his head. He found himself falling hard and fast for Eddie, but unsure what Eddie saw their... arrangement as. So he kept it to himself, trying not to let his feelings get in the way of their friendship, not to make it awkward and uncomfortable. Trying to take what Eddie was willing to give him. However, keeping it to himself did include discussing every detail with Robin. Every second, every kiss, every touch. She knew as much about his sex life as he did, and analyzed everything he told her. Then kept insisting that he do something about his feelings, which he refused to do, not wanting it to blow up in his face.

Not much else happened for a little over a week. Other than his regular evening with Eddie, which saw them experimenting with fingering. Steve had always felt weird at the thought of having something up his ass, until Eddie was working magic with his fingers, almost massaging that spot inside of him, bringing him to the most intense orgasm of his entire life.

Then, it was a day when Eddie was bothering Steve and Robin at work. Steve went into the staff room for a few minutes, to try and sort through the ever growing pile of old reservations and tapes that various employees had taken home and not returned properly, mostly looking for any they got a lot of requests for so they could stop getting as many complaints.

Steve wasn't paying much attention, but he suddenly heard Robin and Eddie's voices getting closer.

"Buckley, what are you doing?" Eddie asked.

"You are going in there with Steve." Robin replied, pushing Eddie in through the door.

"Robin, what?" Steve asked, confused.

"I'm sick of hearing both of you complain about liking each other but being too chickenshit to do anything about it, while giving me incredibly in depth descriptions of your shared sex life. You two aren't allowed to come out until you've talked about it like adults." Robin said, before allowing the door to swing shut, and then there was an audible scrape of the key as she locked the door.

"So, uh-" Steve started, unsure of where to begin.

Twenty minutes later, Robin knocked loudly on the door. "I hope you two are decent in there." She shouted, before unlocking the door.

Steve and Eddie glanced at each other, they both had their hair and clothes significantly rumpled, but everything was covered. "Mostly." Steve replied.

Robin entered the room cautiously, and took in the content looks on both Steve and Eddie's faces. "I should have locked you two in a room together months ago. It would have saved me months of hearing you two idiots complaining about your feelings for each other."

[mychlapci]

In honor of no horny week, let it be known that the autobot high command polycule isn’t /only/ having kinky sex with ageswap Prowl. Like that is a definite part of it. But he really is their darling boy and they do actually see genuine potential in a young Prowl. It takes a lot of time and effort to peel back layers of insecurity and trauma, but it’s very rewarding when he comes to Sunstreaker and Sideswipe to willingly ask for help. He can be very sweet when he feels safe and nowhere is better than curled up between the twins, fast asleep and snoring quietly.

Prowl’s been thoroughly adopted by command, and they actually teach him and respect the effort he puts in to not only finding a healthier lifestyle but honing his own skills. And they are appropriately honored by the amount of trust and faith he puts in them all.

YESSSS I'm so happy you brought that up, I've been thinking about the setting of the Ageswap Prowl thing for a while now… It can definitely be taken down a darker route, but I like the thought that Prowl actually finds comfort and companionship by hanging out with all the older bots.

If he was just freshly onlined a few hundreds of years ago, Prowl would have been forged into the war and been witnessing the horrors of it since, well, since he had optics at all. That definitely marks a mech. Again, I think that while he does act a lot like the Prowl we know, his behaviour probably stems from a different place. He’s young, he’s scarred, he knows he can’t be weak, and he’s trying to forcefully carve a place for himself in the autobot ranks by any means necessary. He’s probably unsure about the actions the army has taken in the past and wants to climb the ranks so they would do things his way. The right way. Talk about cocky. But it’s all he has left. 

He definitely doesn’t get along with the other young bots. They see him as a bit of a buzzkill. Prowl doesn’t want to play silly games and race until the end of the hallway and get overcharged when the high ranking officers aren’t looking! Why would he ever want that? That, and he’s just plain weird. He’s just not good at talking to them. 

But the older officers? They find out that Prowl is much more mature than the other kids. A little mouthy, not afraid to speak his mind, far too rude for his own good, but he’s got more potential than any of the other cadets they’ve ever seen. That processor of his is so clever they wouldn’t be surprised if he was made in a military grade forge and simply mislabeled and sent off to do sad grunt work… He’s mature and knowledgeable, with a shell of hostility fragile enough that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe can start chipping away at it right away. Prowl lets them. It feels nice to have someone who knows him, someone he can come back to and show a sliver of weakness and for no one to scold him for it.

I think it’s good for Prowl to build strong relationships with the older high command. To trust all the older bots, to have them and their experiences to land on. Most young bots think he’s trying to sleep his way to the top, but it’s not like that at all. 

I have no idea if any of the things I’m saying make sense. I’ve just been thinking about the ageswap prowl thing a Lot and i have a bunch of shit to say all at once.

[veveisveryuncool]

TOP 5 FAVORITE KIRBY CHARACTERS

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AUGHAHGSBABDH....I LOVE ALL OF THEM SOSOSO MUCH <33 BUT HERE'S SOME OF THE ONES I THINK ARE VERY COOL (plus my thought process when drawing them)

6. cmonn... its kirby. kirby from kirby. he's such a wonderful fellow and so awe inspiring and cute and manifestation of love and friendship. he's a bonus but how could you not love him.

5. pitch!!!!! i love him i love him i love him. og birb with g r e e n colors and squeaky little design. plus he's super fun to use in DL3 :] to me he is a 7 year old kid who wants to be included with the big kids, and tries to act all cool and tough to impress them (but he really just loves his mama). i like drawing him with giant ahoges/head feathers, as well as giving him that long side-beak that i'm pretty sure i got from pato from pocoyo??

4. susie is amazing and wonderful and has a beautifully complex character that more people need to recognize!!! she's a capitalist and constantly has a condescending sales representative demeanor, but at heart she's just a playful girl who loves pink and ice cream and her dad that never got to have a full childhood to experience them. ALSO cyborg susie! i like to think her father let her choose one body modification each year on her birthday, but after the portal incident, she's been giving herself so many alterations that she's barely organic anymore (her voice is very AI sounding to me). uhh i like drawing her with little stars on her cuffs, and as of late i've been making her hair very fluffy (it has the same texture of a barbie doll)

3. RIBBON AAAA!!!!!!!!! i'll admit as a kid i did not like her but god she is a joy. that is a little girl! look at her! i love the idea of her being just a weird little chihuahua girl who performs seances regularly and knows the entire history of weaponry. also her being the crystal knight/guardian of ripple star headcanon!!! 🗣️🗣️ she is 100% the queen's adopted sister prove me wrong. lastly, i try to draw her as heart-shaped as possible— wings, head, hair, bow, eye highlights all vaguely resemble a heart and that is my biggest rule when i draw her. her little coat thing is inspired by @//somethinginworl 's design <33

2. bandana dee is my heart and soul and we tolerate ZERO disrespect for him here. even in canon, he's got one of the most well-defined personalities and backstories for a non-villain character! (in my heart he is the waddle dee from 64 and you can pry this from me with my cold dead hands) he's grown sososo much and i love how hal recognizes his development :]]] he may never amount to the same power as kirby, but goddammit if he doesn't have a heart and will of a true warrior 💜 i don't have a lot of idiosyncratic design choices since he's such a simple character, but his bandana ears must always be HUGE you hear me.

1. um. if you can't tell. i am very normal about adeleine. her moves in SA are super fun to use (and challenging), and oh my goshhhh the angst potential here. i am begging hal to bring her back in future games, especially with the more ancients-focused lore being incorporated recently. at heart though, i just really adore seeing her draw and paint amidst all these magical creatures in her life <3 she's slightly shy but super passionate, and is definitely kirby's big sister with her advice (especially in the storybooks!) and nicknames for him (kir-kun/kirbs in the manga). i caved long ago and gave her curtain bangs, and i really like dressing her up and experimenting with different outfits! *breathes heavily* the happy little artist kid makes me a very happy little artist kid 🫶

thanks for listening to my ramblings! in all honesty all of the kirby characters are my favorites and choosing just 5 is very hard and thought-inducing! :]

[muffinsforthemuffinmacker]

Okay so... my thoughts on Double Exposure. It was amazing to see max again, to see the strong and confidence woman she's becoming, when the first think you see is her walking out of sunlight with a look of curiosity and wonder in her eyes, absolutely beautiful. It was genuinely like reconnecting with an old friend.

Now on to what deck nine did.. oh boy...

It's one thing for max to be different and grown in her likes and dislikes, but with how she's presented in her journal just seems so out of character of how she reacts in game to things. Take for example the page where she writes about her experience with Jefferson, saying how she was "infatuated with a hot teacher". Max was NEVER infatuated with him, she did respect him as a photographer before all of the things she found, but that's IT. As someone who has been through trauma before that sticks with you for life I can tell you for certain that max would not draw herself like that in her journal whens recalling the darkroom.

As for the choice of Chloe and Max's relationship, trauma does take a tole on relationships, especially shared trauma, but what deck nine displays in the game that by choosing chloe, EVERYONE dies is just straight up lies. It is literally a scripted event to save the diner that Joyce is in from blowing up. Joyce does NOT die if you save chloe. It literally shows her walking out of the diner after the storm. So deck nine changed that very fact so that they could just a big enough reason for chloe personally to leave max.

Look, I don't like what deck nine did, the game seems to be written in pieces to me with how reactions are and the ones in Max's journal too. The realistic thing is that max did really hold onto the weight of Arcadia Bay being destroyed, she felt responsible, Chloe wouldn't have left her because she couldn't let go of the past and wanted to look to the future like deck nine wants to convince us to believe, she would help her overcome it.

I played both games with the both choices of Chloe being alive or not, the only thing that changes are journal entrys, texts, and posts between Victoria and Chloe that seem like they became really close after everything which is kinda strange to be honest due to how little they interacted especially since if you choose the one where chloe lives it's show that her and max where on a roadtrip for almost 10 years and not once did max mention Victoria.

Another change is that if you chose to sacrifice chloe, Joyce is a widow now, yup david is dead and max has ghosted her except the occasional text. They really didn't want you to feel ANY peace with your decision nor acceptance did they.

Also side note- In one of the scenes in the game max refers to her parents by thier first names and only refers to them by mom and dad once, really weird and had me questioning if she was adopted or not.

Final thoughts-

I enjoy my time with max again, I don't like the decisions that were made for her or the game, but is was nice to be in that world again. This franchise means so much to me and I'm sure many other's know exactly what I mean by that. It defined what I liked and max is a character that I genuinely saw myself in and related to on a personal level. I'm thankful to have seen max again, but I don't like the blatant retroactive changes just so they can have the story line how they want it to, it's not clever it's inconsiderate and disrespectful of the fanbase.

[fizzy-fuzz]

A year to remember...: Owe my soul to the company store (SCP-079 x GN reader)

previous chapters

You duck around a wall, staring down the small hallway that leads to your front door. quickly recoiling when you spot a man placing a package on your porch.

"I hope I don't need to sign..." You mumble to yourself with a whiny tone, not wanting to interact with a stranger, even if it's just a delivery driver.

"do you realize how pathetic you sound?" 079 voices his opinion from the living room, having overhead your anxious mumbling.

It's been about a week since your baking activities, and things between you and 079 feel a bit more relaxed. He still makes his comments, but they feel as if they've lost most of their bite. What's left behind seems to just be apart of 079's bitter personality.

Don't get it wrong, he still has his moments, but they don't cut you as deep anymore... You can mostly keep the peace by avoiding touchy subjects like the foundation and such.

Ugh...

The foundation...

Your opinion of them is quickly souring more and more as your day's with 079 progress. Asking him about his experiences there always leads to a brick wall, with questions unanswered.

You find it surprising that he obeys the foundation so obediently, without much protest. given his personality you'd assume he'd hate being told what to do... It gives you a weird feeling everytime he gives you that same bland response- 'Confidential information detected: foundation forbids me of speaking about such topic'

And of course when you ask Amelia about it she absolutely refuses to even approach the topic with you. Sometimes you still feel like a little kid around her, it's leaning more towards annoying then endearing nowadays...

Speaking of which, you really haven't called her in awhile. You surprise yourself given the fact that first week of 079 being here you called her almost everyday, in hopes of alleviating your internal uncomfortable feelings.

You guess you've been a bit distracted with him, since he's mellowed out... It's a nice feeling to speak to someone new...

"I'm not pathetic! It's just... Stranger danger!" You call back to 079, still waiting for the man to leave so you can grab the package off your porch.

"You're unable to see it, but I'm rolling my eyes." He replies just as unamused as before.

"You don't have eyes to roll!"

Amelia sits in her office, quietly soaking in her small amount of peace before she gets back to her daily grind. The food is bland, and her cheep off-brand sports drink leaves an unnaturally salty taste on her tongue. Though she's long since grown used to the drabness of the foundation, food and all. She's here to work, not enjoy herself; even on her break it seems.

A knock rings out on her office door, causing her to look up from her tray of food.

"Come in." She state plainly, with an air of formality. The door gently opening to reveal Derek, wearing a bright and cheery smile.

"Heya, boss. Thought you'd want some company." He pulls up a chair, taking a seat in front of her. Placing down his own dull tray of food.

She squints suspiciously. Despite her being on friendly terms with Derek, she definitely wouldn't consider close enough to be spending her short break with... Something's up.

"How's that adoptive kid of yours? They been doing well?" Ah, so there it is...

It's not hard for her to pick up on his subtly tone, her years spent in the foundation has made her wise in reading between the lines. He wants information on the experiment, and how a regular citizen is doing dealing with an anomaly.

She glances off to the side in mild irritation, but shows nothing more. She isn't the biggest fan of a subordinate prying into her personal life, or frankly the higher-ups business.

Curiosity killed the cat, after all. Though she supposes he already knows of it, and nothing top-secret has seemed to have happened. Or from what she's able to tell with her brief phone call with Y/n.

"They've been well. Though I'm afraid to tell you that nothing of your interest nor concern has happened." She answers, taking another bite of her food. Derek's eyes roll lightly and he huffs.

"Oh c'mon... I tell you about my life, tell me about yours a little." He whines, leaning back in his seat. "I haven't seen you take a call with them in awhile, they've been forgetting you for the computer?"

She laughs lightly and shrugs, not at all bothered by the notion of being forgotten. Another thing the foundation has taught her, it seems.

"Hah!  Maybe. I'm sure they're busy trying to crack his code. It's good for them to speak with another living thing, even if that thing is 079."

He nods lightly, before continuing.

"Doesn't it bother you though? That it's only been a month or so and they're already putting you to the side for something that isn't even... well, human?" He questions with a raised eyebrow, poking deeper into their relationship.

"No, not at all. If I was worried about that I would have never convinced them to do this in the first place. Everything is going to plan, just as I wanted it to." She sips her drink, before continuing calmly. "My goal was for them to spread their wings, that's exactly what I'm seeing as far as I'm concerned."

He hums in consideration, seemingly struggling with the idea that she'd be so okay allowing her close family to ignore her. She smiles and shakes her head. he's young; she's not surprised he doesn't understand

"And what about Mr, dark and broody?" He asks with an air of caution, knowing this is a more secretive topic... Keter-class always is.

"682?" her smile drops, as she questions neutrally.

"Who else?"

She sighs, pondering the question for a moment. It was a tricky one. 682 is incredibly fond of 079, that much is clear to whomever works with it for extended periods of time. They assume 079 is mostly the reason that 682 doesn't raze the facility to the ground when it's able to breach containment- Out of fear of hurting his beloved friend.

It asks about 079 frequently, moreso these days as the months extend on since they last were permitted to talk.

She has a feeling telling it of 079 absence will be... trouble, at best, Catastrophic at worst. It wouldn't be wise, and frankly she rather save herself the headache. This sounds like a problem for the 05, not her.

Of course they choose to ignore the issue, as per usual for the higher ups... Yet 682 grows restless, asking more and more questions. She fears it's only a matter of time before it goes looking for 079 itself.

"Is it asking questions again?" She already knows the answer, but feels like she should ask anyway.

"Yeah. We're not sure what to tell it anymore. Lying will only go so far with it, and I think it's already onto us... Perceptive little bastard..." He grumbles, crossing his arms.

"When's the council gonna actually do anything useful? How long have they been trying to kill that thing? Now it feels like they've just fallen into Placating it in hopes they don't have to pay for any more damages." She frowns and nods towards the small camera in the corner of her office, always recording.

"If I were you, I'd watch what I say on the clock- and off the clock frankly... You never know when prying eyes are watching." She holds a finger to her lips, in a silent reminder for him to shush.

It's no secret many have 'gone missing' after speaking Ill of the council. She's watched many irritated and frustrated subordinates go straight to D-class after saying the wrong words...

Subordinates, and friends... It's really a shame.

She closes her eyes for a moment, clearing her mind of the gloomy thoughts. They know what they signed up for, and it's too late for them to back out now, unfortunately.

It's a dark reality for the staff of the foundation, but it's the reality regardless. Quitting always means a bullet through your skull while you're resting at night, and nobody ever lives to make it to retirement. Wishful thinking.

The foundation always prays on smart people down on their luck. Maybe they were too poor to go to college and take on a traditional route of research, or maybe they were in debt to the wrong people and needed a way out, and suddenly they have a man on their doorstep giving them a new opportunity that sounds too good to be true... Because, newsflash- it is.

It's always too late to turn back by the time you figure out that the survival rate of this job is grim.

All they can tell themselves is that at the end of the day they've given it all for the greater good of everyone. That they've thrown away their life so the rest of the world can live on.

......

"Anywho, we'll keep telling it what we have been, it really doesn't need to know more. If it finds out anyway, that can be a problem for the higher-ups. We can only do so much here."

She shrugs, and Derek scowls. She can tell there's more then a few choice words he'd like to say about the council, but he heeds her advice and keeps his mouth sealed.

"And what about the computer, has it been talking about anything it shouldn't be?" He changes the subject suddenly.

"We've been pinged a few times with alerts that the conversation was going in a direction it shouldn't, but the threat of the kill switch seems to be keeping it in check."

She's not at all surprised that Y/n has been asking about things they shouldn't, Given their unconsensual ties to the foundation via her father. It's only natural they look for information when they can.

That's something she'd had to shutdown a couple of times during their phone calls.

"I see... And have you told them about the Kill switch?" Amelia looks up at him and rapidly shakes her head.

"Goodness, no! I love them, but they're too soft. I rather not have to knock heads with them about ethics."

Derek frowns, a bit unsure of situation. She can already feel the questioning coming on; this wouldn't be the first time either... Many have given her uncertain glances at her choice of person to participate in this test.

"And you really think they're cut out for this kind of job? I mean, the foundation eats people like them alive all the time." She silences him by raising a single hand, giving him a pointed look that told him she didn't appreciate his tone.

"They aren't apart of the foundation, this is a simple task. There's minimal risk involved, if there was I wouldn't have let them do it in the first place."

She's confident with her abilities to predict the future of this. She's been working here a long, long time. She knows when to worry and when to let things play out as they should naturally.

And she's certainly not going to start questioning herself because a few underlings think they know better then her.

"I trust your judgement... I've just- I don't know... I'm a family man." He huffs out with an air of honesty, and her gaze softens at his admittance.

She remembers reading his files when she was told she had a new subordinate. Derek began working here after his mother grew deathly ill, and he didn't have the means of taking care of her.

She finds it sweet, but also saddening to an extant. He gave up his life so his mother had the chance to live for the both of them.

"You're a honorable man, Derek... I appreciate your concern for her but believe me when I say it's under control." She glances to the clock on the wall and realizes she's reached the end of her break.

"I have to get back to work" she stands and heads to her office door, pausing for a moment to glance over her shoulder at him one last time.

"I get that you feel comfortable around me, but I'd suggest you don't speak to others as we speak to each other. Remember, people are desperate to climb the ladder around here; they aren't above sacrificing others to get that... Just a word of advice. Have a good rest of your day, Derek."

And with that, she closes the door behind her and heads off to her next duty.

Happy late April fools, I lied when I said it was gonna take another week for this to come out. >:)

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