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kcsugawara · 10 months

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The boys comforting you after a hard day

The BNHA boys find you on the sofa after a hard day and comfort you. We all need this okay

Includes: Shoto, Bakugo, Denki, Hawks, Dabi, Shigaraki

warnings: teeth rotting fluff, tried my hardest to use G/N pronouns and nicknames, some language, suggestive tones

Shoto Todoroki~

you hear the door to your apartment open as you bury your head further into your knees- hiding the tears in your eyes

you feel a soft, warm hand touch your shoulder

"what's happened, my love"

"nothing" it's the truth, nothing big really did happen, but all the little things left you feeling overwhelmed

you feel two hands moving to cup your face and pull it up

you're met with two different coloured, worried eyes

"would you like to be cuddled or left alone?"

"Cuddles please"

With that, he pulls you off the couch and wraps you around him- easily carrying you to your shared bedroom

plopping you down on the bed, he moves to put on your favourite movie

coming back to the bed, he pulls you onto him, resting your head on his chest and soothing you by gently caressing your hair

"I'm here now, my love" he coos as the movie begins to play

the rhythm of his heart beating in your ear soothes your feelings as your eyes slowly begin to shut

he softly kisses your head- "I'll always be here for you"

with those last words, you fall asleep into his chest, safe knowing you're in his arms.

Katsuki Bakugo~

Collapsing onto the sofa, you stare at the ceiling, tears threatening to spill

today was so overwhelming

"you'll mess up the sofa" a harsh voice snaps

As you look up, you see Bakugo staring at you with an angry look

A look of regret instantly washes over his face when he sees your tears

"What happened firecracker?" you could hear the worry in his voice

"S'been a hard day Kat" you manage to crack out without falling into sobs

"Shit" you hear him mumble as he grabs your hand and pulls you up

"C'mere" you follow along as he drags you to the bathroom

he turns on the shower and takes off both your clothes and his Get your head out the gutter

He turns on the shower and pulls you in with him, the warm water falling over you, soothing your mind

he gently washes your body and hair as a soft silence falls over you both

wrapping you both in towels, he takes you to your room and dresses you both in cosy pyjamas

Holding your hand still, he takes you down to the kitchen and places you on the counter

"stay there while I make us food"

doing as he says, you watch your boyfriend skillfully whip up some curry and plate it for you both

turning to you, he holds your waist and kisses your forehead

"let's eat and chill out for the night"

a small smile graces your lips for the first time since you walked through the front door

"I love you Firecracker"

Denki Kaminari~

You full-force flop on top of your boyfriend with a massive sigh

"Ah! Y/N watch out" he groans while softly stroking your head

"What is it my spark?"

you turn your head to reveal your red, puffy eyes

"Oh bumble bee" he coos while holding you tight

"Rough day, huh?"

"the worst Denki" You bury your face in his chest again

"shhh shhh shhh, your hero has you now, and I know exactly what would cheer you up"

With a mischievous smirk, he swiftly picks you up in his arms and starts swinging you around, using his quirk to make your hair go all fuzzy and stand on end

THIS MAN will not stop until you're squealing with pure delight and begging to be put down through fits of laughter

he puts you down "You look so cute with my electric running through you" he says with a wink and a seductive smirk

your breath gets stuck in your throat

"s-shut it"

In the end, your bad mood is quickly forgotten thanks to this spark plug

Keigo Takami~

The cold wind froze the tears streaming down your cheeks as you stood hugging yourself on the roof

You rubbed the feather your boyfriend had given you softly, as it dangles around your neck on its chain

suddenly you feel strong arms around your waist as a head settles on your shoulder

"what's wrong, baby bird?"

"What the fuck hawks!" you practically screamed in terror as you're literally jump-scared by your own boyfriend

"Sorry darling, but you were rubbing my feather like that, I knew something was wrong"

with tears spilling out of your eyes again, you collapse into your boyfriend's arms "It's all just so hard"

"I know, baby bird" he practically had a death grip on you as he wrapped his arms around your body

"you're safe with me my songbird, how about we go for a fly together?"

still crying you nod your head

"hold on tight, pet" he moves your hands around his neck as he takes flight

he takes you all over the city, before picking up food and taking you to the highest building he can find

sitting on the roof, you eat your food and watch the sunset together

"you know you don't have to be strong with me around baby bird, you're safe and I can be strong for the both of us whenever you need me to"

you turn to look at him as he cups your cheek

"I love you my songbird, now and always, till the sun refuses to rise and the earth stops spinning"

Dabi~

Dabi stretches himself out as he walks in

his face falls confused as he spies your sleeping form on the sofa

getting closer he can tell your cheeks are tear stained as your comfort movie plays in the background

leaning over, he cuddles into you

"what's happened now, doll?"

he's met with a sleepy moan as you shuffle a little in your sleep

"How are you always so damn cute?" he mutters to himself as he picks you up and walks you into his room

putting you down onto his bed, he gets himself washed and changed before bringing a warm face cloth to your face, wiping away the trail of tears down your cheeks

he sighs softly before pulling away

"I hope you know how much I really love you, doll"

he puts the washcloth back before climbing into bed next to you and pulling you in to cuddle him

"I... love...you... dabi"

looking down, he sees you're still asleep

if he could cry, there'd definitely be tears in his eyes as you confess your love to him in your sleep

"I love you too, doll" he places a soft kiss on your head before nuzzling into you and falling asleep cuddling you

Shigaraki~

you walk into your boyfriend's room, crying

"What the fuck is happening to your face right now?"

"shut the fuck up" you say moving over to him and placing yourself in his lap, snuggling your face into his neck

he freezes out of shock, before carefully running a hand softly down your back, silently thanking his gloves were on

"Uhm, I don't know what to do right now, pet"

you sigh "You can keep playing your game, I just need to feel safe right now"

he practically chokes on his own breath

you chose the literal figment of death and destruction

and you feel safe???

you're one traumatized bitch aren't you

after the shock passes, he softly leans his head on your shoulder and goes back to playing

his breathing and the clicking of the controller calms you down completely

"I love you shiggy"

He stops again before replying quietly

"I love you too Y/N, I'd burn the world for you"

Writing this made me so fucking happy

like yes, my men

I figured this would be a nice soft launch of getting back into it, expect more shit soon... Well, when I figure out what to actually write that is ;)

#mha #todoroki x reader #bakugo x reader #denki x reader #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #mha fluff #mha oneshot

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starsandhughes · 10 months

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Will you please do something with Girl Dad!Matty T coming home from a roadie to both of you being sick?

(No pressure ofc but since your in a Matty T mood I thought I might ask?)

this is an old request that i finally got motivation to do! i named their daughter braelyn like i did in my dad!matthew insta au! *might* do a whole au of this but idk how many people would actually want that. lmk!

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Matthew was so excited to see his girls after a five game roadie. The facetimes weren't enough and he dreadfully missed you two.

It wasn't late, but it was passed Braelyn's 8pm bedtime, so he carefully opened the front door. You were curled up into a ball on the couch next to a trashcan. He pouted as he leaned his hand over the back of the couch and placed a light hand on your forehead. He frowned when he felt how hot you were. Definitely a high fever.

He walked around the couch and crouched down in front of you. He slowly rubbed your back to wake you up.

“Hi, my love,” Matthew whispered when you slowly opened your eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Nauseous,” you mumbled, closing your eyes again.

Matthew pouted and slowly kissed your forehead, “When was the last time you took your temperature?”

“I was at 100.1 before I laid down,” you replied.

“Is Bumble Bee sick?” your husband asked, using your daughter’s nickname.

“Bumble Bee was at 99.7 when she was put to bed at 8. I gave her some medicine from the doctor.”

“What do you have?”

“I have the flu, she just has a rough cold as of now. We didn’t go to the doctor until 4,” you explained. “She’s got a nasty cough and stuffy nose, but I’ve thrown up twice.”

Matthew got up and told you that he was going to check on Braelyn. He placed his hands in between the bars of the outside of her bed and softly smiled at her sleeping form. She was tightly hugging her build-a-bear that wore a panther’s jersey that had Matthew’s voice in it when she pressed the paw. He could tell that she was shivering, so he got another blanket from her basket in the corner of her room and draped it across her.

Matthew’s glancing was cut off by your shuffling footsteps. He looked over at you, wrapped up in the blanket creating a hood over your head, and lifted his arm for you to nestle up against his side.

“How’s she doing?” you asked, whispering.

“She was cold, so I gave her another blanket,” he whispered back. “You’re shivering, too, love. Why don’t you go lay down and I’ll bring up some tea?”

You nodded and slowly made your way to your bedroom. You climbed under the covers and leaned back on some pillows against the headboard. You smiled lightly when Matthew came back in with tea for the both of you.

“Want to watch a movie until you fall asleep?” he asked.

“That sounds nice,” you smiled at him. He leaned down to give a kiss. “Matty! No, you’ll get sick!”

Matthew’s face slipped into a wide grin and kissed you anyway, “Worth it.”

#matthew tkachuk x reader #matthew tkachuk blurb #matthew tkachuk imagine #matty t league #dad!matthew tkachuk

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mousetoe-wc · 7 months

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I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

#warrior cats #wc

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bigdumbbambieyes · 1 year

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The soft buzz of a bumble bee flies by Steve’s ear as he digs his fingers into damp soil and plucks weeds from their garden, listening to the distant sounds of Billy trimming their front yard with the lawnmower.

The sun is hot on his back and he wipes sweat from his upper lip, sits back on his feet to wipe his hands on the thighs of his jeans before adjusting his hat. And maybe it’s the soft song coming from the stereo in the kitchen window, but he feels emotional as he straightens to stand and looks around, pulling at his shirt where sweat as gathered on his lower back.

Looking at the backyard, he realizing that this is theirs.

It’s a soft Sunday afternoon and it’s theirs. The house, the yards, the garden - all a fruition of their love and time and effort.

He glances over to the side of the house when he hears the lawnmower go quiet, smiling softly when he sees Billy appear moments later, pushing the lawnmower towards their little shed with a furrowed brow.

Billy always looks too serious when he does chores. It’s cute. It makes Steve want to bite him, with affection.

“See something you like?” Billy calls with a smirk as he notices Steve’s staring.

Steve doesn’t look away, even after being caught, because Billy’s coming over in that soft, worn-thin Hawkins Tigers Basketball tank top - the one he only wears when he’s doing yard work - and even just looking at him makes Steve crave his boyfriend in every way imaginable.

“Yeah, maybe,” he says as he licks his lips, taking in an eyeful as Billy gets up in his space and stares him down with a knowing, expectant smile.

And who is Steve to keep him waiting?

The scent of freshly cut grass clings to Billy’s sweat-slick skin as Steve presses his mouth to the blond’s, draping his tired arms over those strong shoulders to sink into the kiss, humming a summer hymn into Billy’s mouth.

He feels desperate, needy, clingy - the urgency to get closer and closer is under his skin, tells him to devour Billy entirely, to kiss him until he’s lightheaded.

But, Billy pulls away just enough to breathe out a soft chuckle, grinning as he mumbles, “Slow down, pretty boy, ‘m not going anywhere…”

And that’s the problem. Here, in their backyard, where Steve’s been tending to their vegetable garden and Billy’s been mowing the grass, they have all the time in the world.

Yet it’s not enough. It never is.

Because Steve is insatiable and he shows it through the way he loves Billy. He makes sure Billy tastes it in his mouth, feels it in his body, hears it in his voice - everywhere.

Still, he slows.

Because Billy wants to savour the needy and urgent way Steve loves him in the afternoon heat.

#harringrove #harringroveweek #billy hargrove #steve harrington #SIKE y’all really thought i wouldn’t have a little something for you huh #dreaming of summer days #bambiwrites

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ghouljams · 6 months

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I actually don’t think a Bee and König Baby would fair well in baby fight club. They strike me as more of huggers then fighters. (I’m info dumping my thoughts on you. I think they have twin boys nicknamed Bumble and Mumble. Bumble is very bouncy and tends to wander, Mumble is very quiet and, well, mumbles.) - ☀️

It's funny I also think they have twins. Even though that's probably really closely monitored due to König's size, and puts Bee on König enforced bed rest.(She's very upset about this) And I also also think they're boys, but I think they're fraternal.

I have 2 of their 3 kids names down(1 of the twins and their little girl) but only 1 of their nicknames. I think the twins are hard to pin nicknames to, but that's fine not every cowboy has a call sign. König carries them around like luggage, one under each arm.

#ghoul speaks #☀️ anon #I always have trouble taking nicknames from y'all #doesn't feel natural I gotta let the characters tell me their names #because I'm insane #they come to me in dreams #I'm not joking

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Dating app Eddie when reader is bitchy all day so at the evening he brings her "emergency pack" which is basically everything she needs during her period because this man can read signs

Hiii babes!! I hope you enjoy this😂 it shows Eddie cares and also just doesn’t like it when the Reader is in a bad mood because she can get kinda mean😂💖

-find all things Dating App Eddie here✨

*Eddie knows just what you need…or at least he hopes what’s in his backpack will make you in a better mood*

Eddie can feel the irritation radiating off of you the moment you answer the door, he gives you a smile that you just return with an eye roll as you let him into your apartment. He heads into the living room and makes himself comfortable on your couch, placing his backpack in his lap. You lock your door before turning and placing your hands on your hips as you watch him begin taking things out of his worn out backpack that you rarely see him without.

“Now isn’t a good time Eddie.” You try not to sound annoyed but you can’t help it, him showing up at your apartment wasn’t how you planned on spending your day. “What’s all this?” You gesture to the stack of snacks on your coffee table making Eddie turn and look at you with a shrug.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked during your uh time of the month so I just brought a little bit of everything.” You feel your eyes start to sting as you watch him dig around in his backpack and pull out a stuffed animal. “Saw this at the store and it made me think of you.” Eddie’s cheeks are a light shade of pink as he looks from the stuffed animal over to you.

“It’s a bumble bee.” You mumble as you reach out and snatch it out of his hands and bring it close to your chest. “You’re so nice it’s annoying sometimes.” Eddie just chuckles as you walk over to the couch making Eddie scoot over to make room for you to sit down next to him.

“Sorry I’ll tone down the niceness.” You just roll your eyes as you rest your head on his shoulder, Eddie feels his whole body get a little tense as you reach into his backpack with your free hand.

“Are these chocolates for me too or do you have another stop to make on your way home?” You look up at Eddie with a raised eyebrow making him just shake his head. You just laugh as you grab the chocolates and get comfortable snuggled up into Eddie’s side. “Thank you puddin pop.” Eddie just smiles as he slides the backpack off his lap and puts his arm around your shoulders.

“You’re welcome sweetheart. I knew something was off the way you were going on and on in that voice note about how everything was going to shit for you today so figured I could see if I could help you feel better.” You smile as Eddie opens the chocolates for you and hands you one. “Better?” You just nod as you take a bite and Eddie feels like he could get used to this feeling, you snuggled up with him on the couch after he brings you snacks and a stuffed animal.

#dating app eddie #eddie munson series #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson au #modern!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson slow burn #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

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humanpurposes · 1 year

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Karma is a God

Chapter 2: The Red Keep

The Dance of the Dragons begins on a lie, and Aemond owes a debt, one Lucerra will see repaid in Fire and Blood // Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Aemond x Lucerra Velaryon (fem!Lucerys)

Warnings for this chapter: mentions of violence, smut (fingering), dub-con.

Words: 3600

A/n: Originally posted on AO3, posting to Tumblr before I get back to regular updates.

Luke isn’t sure what she expected upon her family’s return to the Red Keep.

This is her grandfather’s home, the seat of Targaryen power, where the three headed dragon is carved into archways, vaulted roofs and red stone walls. It is where she was born, where she spent the first twelve years of her life, trailing after Jace, counting bumble bees in the garden with Helaena, teasing Aemond while he tried to study.

The Stranger haunts this place now, it is a shadow of the lively and vibrant court she remembers. The walls are adorned with banners of green and new heraldry, of the seven pointed star. The King is decaying in his bed and the Hightowers have dug their claws into his throne.

The halls are cold and quiet. She sees the way people stare at her and Jace as they retrace the steps of their childhood. She shrugs her pale blue cloak further over her shoulders. She feels like an imposter in the colours of House Velaryon, what with her Strong features and dark hair, twisted into a single braid so as not to draw too much attention to it.

It doesn’t work. She hears fragments of whispers as she follows her brother through the corridors. Princess… Driftmark… heir... One word does not appear, but she thinks it is only a matter of time before she hears it.

Already she longs for the howling winds and salty sea air of Dragonstone, but she has been bred for duty. She and Jace must stand with the rest of their family, Joffrey must be affirmed as heir to the Driftwood throne, so that their mother may inherit something greater.

She finds herself glancing over her shoulder at every turn. She doesn’t know the face she’s looking for, but she can guess that he’ll have one eye and a scar slashed down the left side of his face.

It had taken her months to be convinced to leave her bedchamber or to do something as simple as hold a dinner knife. What if she made another mistake? She could not bear the thought of having any more blood on her hands.

“What are you doing?” Jace tugs on her sleeve and drags her to match his strides, like she’s an absent-minded child. It’s hardly fair, his legs are far longer than hers.

“Nothing,” she mumbles, quickening her steps.

They reach the yard and Jace is bristling with excitement. “It looks exactly the same!” He points over to a noticeable dent in the archway that frames the gate. “I knew it would still be here, thought I could swing Ser Criston’s morningstar and nearly took my head off!”

Luke disagrees, she thinks the yard looks smaller than it used to, but Jace visited this place more frequently than she did. She had only ever come to watch her brother and their uncles. Usually Ser Harwin would spot her within moments, lift her into his arms and bring her back to her septa.

In her assessment of their surroundings she notices almost every other person in the yard is looking at them, save for the men sparring in pairs.

As though he can read her mind, Jace places a hand on her shoulder. “Pay them no mind,” he mutters into her ear. “We are Velaryons and Targaryens, it does not matter what they think.”

She smiles meekly until a clash of metal distracts them both. She follows Jace to the other side of the yard where two men have attracted a crowd of spectators. One she recognises instantly as Criston Cole, Jace’s old swordmaster and the Queen’s guard dog, The other wields a shield and a sword, locks of silver hair dancing behind him as he moves.

A shiver slips down her spine. It is the cold, she tells herself.

And when the second man turns to face them her heart drops at the sight of his eyepatch. Aemond has certainly changed since she last saw him. Gone is the solemn and unsure little boy, the man before her is fierce and graceful in his movements.

The duel does not last much longer and suddenly he is staring at them with a single violet eye. “Nephew, niece,” he says simply as he lowers his sword from Cole’s collar, “have you come to train?”

Curse the gods because Aemond Targaryen must be the most beautiful man she’s ever laid eyes upon. He is all sharp edges with a hint of a cruel smile across his lips. She almost forgets about the scar slicing down from his brow to his cheek, forgets to imagine what his maimed socket must look like under the patch of leather.

She may be the blood of the dragon, but it runs cold when his eye meets hers.

And he won’t stop looking at her. Even as their families stand before the Iron Throne to hear petitions for the succession of Driftmark, as Vaemond Velaryon screams “bastards!” and has his head severed for it, Aemond’s eye is on her, wide with intent.

She understands now. This is not to be a reunion of warmth or civility. She decides she will not cower, and stares back, her expression deliberately vague and never fearful.

Their families are gathered for dinner, in the hopes of mending broken bonds. The Queen prays, the King makes his plea for peace and decades of animosity are momentarily forgotten amidst heartfelt tributes.

Her uncle’s glare is only more apparent from the other end of the table. There is no obstruction, nothing between them but silver plates, cups of wine and nervous hands.

Luke digs her nails into her palms. Does Aemond dream of blood, as she does? Does he pray to the Seven for retribution or will he take matters into his own hands?

Eventually his attention turns to the centre of the room, where Jace has invited Helaena to dance. Finally she feels like she can breathe again, but the relief is short lived.

The King is escorted from the room and a spit roasted pig is placed on the table before Aemond. Luke stifles a quiet giggle at the memory of The Pink Dread but stops herself.

It was a cruel thing to do, a Targaryen without a dragon is a soldier without a sword, a fact Aegon and Jace always delighted in reinforcing. She had found Aemond later that day, sulking in the library. She had tried to comfort him, placing her hand on his shoulder only for him to shove her off.

“Idiot!” She cried as she pulled herself from the floor and dusted off her skirts. “I am only trying to help you!”

“I do not need your help,” he spat back, “and I certainly do not desire your company.”

It’s too late though, Aemond has turned his head towards her. He is waiting for a smirk, a breath, anything. It would be foolish to test his patience, especially considering his display in the yard. Is his pride so fragile?

She lets the corners of her mouth curl.

The room goes silent as he slams his fist against the table and stands.

Suddenly Lucerra finds herself standing too, heart humming in her chest.

The perplexed gazes of their families flitter between them, but she pays them no mind.

Aemond’s fury is far more animated now, he glares with parted lips and an undeniable bloodlust in his eye. His fingertips hover over his cup but he does not grasp it, he just keeps staring and says nothing. She finally notices just how imposing the hum of the torches are.

“Luke?” Her mother’s voice cuts through the empty space.

She turns her head to her parents. Rhaenyra’s eyes are wide and expectant, while Daemon is watching his nephew with a deadly glare of his own.

“I should like to retire, with your permission, mother?” Her voice comes out clearer than she imagined it would.

Rhaenyra nods and waves her hand to Jace. “Escort your sister to her chambers.”

He does not hesitate to obey their mother’s command. He dutifully takes his sister by the arm and begins to lead her through the endless maze of corridors.

She stops and pulls away from his hold. “I’ll be fine, Jace, just go back to the dinner.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I… I just need a few moments in my own company.”

Jace’s eyes narrow. “He only means to intimidate you. You shouldn’t let him get to you.”

Luke shakes her head. “I am not intimidated.” She looks down to her hands, to the crescents imprinted into her skin. “I hurt him, Jace. I would not blame him if he hated me and… I do not want him to hate me.”

Jace kisses her forehead. “You are too sweet for your own good, dear sister,” he mutters. He bids her goodnight and she watches him until he exits through a door at the end of the hall.

She finds her way to a balcony overlooking the courtyard in the heart of the keep. Autumn is approaching and it’s colder than she expects, especially as she has nothing but a silk gown to keep out the chill. Still, the breeze is a welcome relief, even as it sinks into her bones and makes her teeth chatter. After a while she supposes she should return to her chambers.

The castle seems to be an entirely different world at night. Everything is grey and unfamiliar. She walks along paths she does not recognise, hitting deadend after deadend.

As she passes through an intersection of corridors, she sees a flash of movement in the corner of her eye, just for a moment, but when she turns towards it she sees nothing. She holds her breath. There is no noise, no sign of life but her own heartbeat drumming in her ears. As she keeps walking she hears an echo of a footstep, a huff of breath. Each time she stops. Each time there is nothing to discover.

Jace used to scare her with ghost stories, and though it’s been years since she stopped believing him, suddenly that same naivety is creeping in under her skin. The Red Keep is ancient and vast, who knows what secrets are lurking in the shadows?

She huffs to herself. The night must be playing tricks on her mind, but to be safe, she finds a doorway to a servant’s passage. She follows it to a winding staircase with windows that look out over the city, which at least gives her an indication of where she is, somewhere in the east-wing.

She begins to descend the stairs, and hears a door slam above her. She freezes, and then she hears footfalls from above. She has nothing to fear, she is a Princess, she may roam her grandfather’s castle as she wishes, and yet her heart will not settle. She races down, whipping her head around to the steps behind her.

She doesn’t see the figure before she slams into them.

She barely has time to let out a small gasp before a hand clamps over her mouth and an arm wraps around her waist. She’s dragged through a small doorway which seems to appear out of nowhere, thrashing her limbs to no avail. She looks at the hand on her waist, wide with long fingers and pronounced veins running under pale skin. A man’s, she guesses.

He leads them through empty corridors, into a chamber long abandoned. The furniture is covered in sheets and any other surface coated in dust. She stumbles as he kicks the door closed and pushes her towards the furthest wall by the window.

Pale moonlight beams through the glass and illuminates the unmarred side of his face. His single eye gleams at her, cold and intense, as his eyepatch fades into shadow.

Aemond keeps one hand on her mouth as he presses her back into the wall, and the other grips her throat, firm enough to serve as a warning.

“Does my suffering amuse you, bastard?”

She grasps at his wrists, digging her nails into him with as much force as she can muster. He only squeezes her throat and presses harder against her mouth, forcing the soft part of her skull against the stone until she lets out a muffled squeal.

“Now,” he says with an almost melodic growl, “are you going to make this difficult, or are you going to be an obedient bastard?”

She relents, her arms falling to her sides, and in return he withdraws the hand from her mouth.

“I- I never took pleasure in your suffering, surely you know that.” She stutters against his hold on her neck.

“Hmm, I find that hard to believe.”

“That is no fault of mine-”

He snaps and the smug facade falls. “Gēlȳni enkā gon Jemēla!” He snarls, dragging her in by her neck, until his nose is pressed against hers. His breath is heavy against her skin.

If he wants her to cower then she will not grant him the satisfaction. “And now I assume you have come to claim it.”

He hums to himself. He readjusts his grip on her, moving his palm to the side of her neck and she gasps at the sudden release. Though it is not a complete withdrawal. His fingertips tease over her skin as his thumb strokes against her jaw and his eye rakes over her face. It’s like he’s trying to study her, note every little detail and map every change. “I’ve spent six years thinking of all the ways I could repay you, of all the ways I could make you bleed.”

She writhes underneath him, eyes glistening and wide in a helpless plea. “Is that what you want from me, my blood?”

“Perhaps.” He draws his thumb over her cheek as tears silently stream from her eyes. “Perhaps I shall have something sweeter than that.” He traces the dampness over her lips so she can taste their salt and bitterness, while another hand comes to her waist, tracing circles over the fabric of her gown. “Afterall, we are not the children we once were.”

Her stomach drops. She brings her hands to his shoulders in a vague attempt to push him away. Her voice is little more than a light breath, “Aemond-”

“Do you not wish to make amends, dear niece?”

The memory is hazy and fragmented now, but her mind has held onto the darkness of the cave, a warmth trickling from her nose and falling into her mouth, the way he screamed when the blade met his flesh. She stepped back at the sight of her uncle on the ground, clutching at his face as thick, dark blood seeped through his fingers. Even then, it took her a few moments to realise what had happened, what she had done to him.

She wishes she could change what she sees in her dreams, but she has remained a powerless spectator to her own memories.

The lonely little boy she knew is gone and she will never make things right for him. The man who now stands before her, the man who looked about ready to kill her mere moments ago, is formidable and beautiful, in the way only a Targaryen Prince can be.

“Yes,” she utters.

He inches closer to her, perhaps unsure if he should, and presses his lips against hers. It starts with a tentative peck, and then he leans in again, delicately stroking his lips over hers. He feels soft and there’s a sharp sweetness on his tongue, stirring a hunger in her she has never known before.

She angles her head and brings her hands to cup either side of his jaw, so that she might lose herself in him. It’s not close enough.

He drags a hand down the front of her gown, over her bodice and the curve of her stomach. She tries to stop herself sighing but it comes out as a light hum and he smiles against her mouth.

Then his fingers slip under her skirt and start to snag at the waist of her smallclothes.

“Aemond!” She hisses, trying to push his arms away but he just sinks his body into hers, entrapping her further.

“Would you have me take your eye instead?”

She presses her lips together as a single finger traces over her sensitive flesh. She’s on a knife’s edge, somewhere between terror and weightlessness, determined not to let either show. “No,” she says tightly.

"Good bastard," he says with a false warmth in his voice. He drags his finger through her folds and to the wetness pooling at her centre.

"Eager little thing aren’t you?" He teases cruelly, as his strokes become faster and firmer. "Does your body so crave the man you defiled? Do you have no shame, bastard?”

When she tries to speak she realises how her breaths are slowly beginning to slip into light moans and whimpers. She should curse him, despise him, and yet she is drawn in deeper with every moment she spends under his damning touch.

She lets out a sharp gasp as he slips a finger inside her. Her body feels utterly weightless. “Aemond… I’ve never…”

“Bring this leg up-” he clasps his free hand around her knee and hitches it up to hook around his waist, giving him better access to her cunt. “That’s it,” he mutters into her mouth, “such a good bastard.”

Every one of her nerves is on edge as works into her, faster and deeper. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him, entirely at his mercy.

"Fuck… Aemond,"

“Do you like it, bastard? Do you like taking your pleasure from the man you so viciously maimed?”

She finds the wherewithal to offer him a light chuckle. "Is this the retribution I am to face? I take your eye and you take my dignity?"

A hand clamps around her throat again. Aemond brings his forehead into hers, the strap of his eyepatch pressing against her skin. There is fury in his face now, in the way he twists his lips, in the unnerving look in his eye, bearing into her very soul. “It’s only fair, don’t you think?” He says as his onslaught continues.

She's close, so close to her undoing.

“You’ll take what I give you, my sweet, Strong girl.”

She comes with a pleading and gasping moan, never allowing her eyes to leave his. He works her through it, until she's squirming and pushing against his hand. He ceases his movements, but keeps his finger inside her. She can feel herself twitching around him.

“This does not absolve you of your offence,” he whispers. “I will take what I am owed, and I will keep taking it from you until I am satisfied, do you understand?”

“Yes,” she says breathlessly.

He slips out of her, wiping the mess off on her skirt, but he stays close. The hold on her neck isn’t as tight now, it is just that, a hold, gentle and almost tender. He leans into her, nudging his nose against hers.

She parts her lips in anticipation. “Aemond…”

“Bastard whore,” he snarls, and shoves her against the wall before he disappears from the room.

She is left a trembling, dazed mess, crouched on the floor of an abandoned chamber, in a part of the castle she has no idea of how to escape. She hauls herself up, readjusts her smallclothes and her skirts, and slowly makes her way to the door.

There’s no sign of Aemond, no flash of silver hair, no sound of his footsteps. There is only the stillness of the night.

Until she hears her name echoing through the halls. The voice is faint and she can only guess where it is coming from. “Luke? Luke!”

She tries a few doors until she finds a stairwell. She follows the steps up, to a landing, and beyond that a corridor which conveniently brings her to somewhere she recognises.

“Where in seven hells have you been?” Jace demands, coming to meet her. He instantly notices the dried tears on her cheek and the way she’s shaking slightly. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“I- I got lost on my way back to my chambers and… I started to panic, I didn’t- couldn’t think-”

He gently hushes her and takes her hands in his. “It’s alright, I’m here, breathe with me, that’s it…”

Jace has always been able to do this, to tell when she’s out of sorts and bring her back to her senses. She finally manages to steady her breath before he insists on walking her the short distance to her chambers.

“Mother says we are to return to Dragonstone tonight,” he says, “you should ensure you have everything you want for the journey.”

Her face goes pale at the thought of being on a boat so soon after they travelled here. Despite her name and the Velaryon blue of her gown, she does not fare well travelling by sea.

What of Aemond? What of her debt?

“At least you won’t have to endure the scrutiny of that smirking, one-eyed prick any longer.”

“No,” she mumbles, “thank the gods.”

#dead dove do not eat #karma is a god #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond x fem!lucerys #aemond x oc #fem!lucerys #aemond x original female character #hotd #hotd fanfiction #my fics

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Halloween with the Wyatt’s

“Daddy, Mommy how much longer do we have to keep walking, my feet hurt a lot.” Phoenix cried while dragging his feet along the sidewalk.

It was Halloween night you were all trick or treating around the neighborhood, Phoenix dressed up as Batman while Urban dressed up as Spider-Man.

You dressed Venus in a cute bumble bee outfit while you wore a pair of cat ears and tail something basic but cute.

“Phoenix we asked if you wanted to bring you wagon so we can push you around in but you said no buddy so you have to keep walking till we get home.” Phoenix didn’t like that answer the started crying and whining.

“Phoenix no crying baby come on just a few houses left and then we’ll be home and you can eat as much candy as you want.” He instantly stopped crying and replaced his frown with a smile.

“I swear kids are truly something else.” Urban mumbled and took Phoenix’s hand.

“At least he isn’t crying anymore that’s all that matters. Isn’t that right my little bumble bee.” Cooing at Venus who looked up at you with her big blue eyes she got from Urban, she smiled a toothless smile at you.

“Daddy can we check out this house? It looks really fun.” Looking up you noticed one of your neighbors transformed their garage into a mini haunted house.

“Oh I don’t know about that one bud how about we try another house.” Urban hated haunted houses he had this fear of things that jumped out randomly and scared him.

“Please daddy I really want to go pretty please.” Phoenix begged and pulled Urban’s arm.

“Why don’t you go with him baby? I’ll stay here and hood Venus.” He went to take Venus from your arms but you pulled back from him.

“Oh no I don’t think so Urban you’re taking Phoenix in that haunted house not me, and besides it can’t even be that scary.”

Oh was you wrong, Urban was clinging onto Phoenix like his life depending on it.

“Daddy you’re squeezing me a bit too tight it hurts.” Urban apologized and put Phoenix down.

“It’s okay Phoenix don’t be scared it’s all fake buddy none of this is real.” Urban whispered and flinched when one of the electronics laughed.

“I know it’s not really daddy but I think you’re the one that’s really scared.” Phoenix giggled and laughed when a few people dressed up as Vampires and Aliens jumped out.

“I’m not scared Phoenix what makes you think- Ahhh dammit fuck I mean dang it don’t tell mommy I said a bad word!!” Urban jumped as one of the Aliens jumped up from behind him nearly scaring him to death.

Phoenix was a laughing mess, he took Urban’s hand and helped led me through the haunted garage till they finally made it to the exit where the neighbor waited with a bowl of candy.

“Well it’s a good thing your dad had you here with him Phoenix he definitely was a scaredy cat.” Your next door neighbor Mrs. Baker told Phoenix.

“I wasn’t scared Mrs. Baker I was just simply trying to scare Phoenix a little bit while we were inside that’s all.”

“Oh really? I could hear you screaming from all the way out here Mr. Wyatt you sounded pretty scared in my opinion”

“I was just like I said I was trying to scare Phoenix you know.” Phoenix and Mrs. Baker gave each other a knowing look before laughing.

“How was it?” You laughed seeing the terrified and petrified look placed on Urban’s face.

“Daddy was super scared mommy! He even said a bad word he told me don’t tell you but you always told me don’t lie to you.” Phoenix grinned seeing the annoyed look on Urban’s face and you all started walking back to the house. Phoenix skipping along happily while singing Jack’s song Yikes he did for the Scooby- Doo movie soundtrack.

“So you’re saying bad words in front of my baby boy now?” Whenever Urban did something bad in front of Phoenix he always got scared of how you’d react.

“Look baby it wasn’t my fault they were dressed up like aliens and vampires in there and it scared the shit out me.” Urban tried reasoning with you but you weren’t trying to hear any excuses.

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“But- fine that’s fair enough.” Urban grumbled and went back to chewing on the candy he had won at the haunted house.

(1 of 2 Halloween fics ima post today 🤍)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader

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jackidy · 1 year

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Heart Murmur

Pairing: Roach/König Warnings: N/A Contains: self reflection, sexuality reflection and realisation, comfort no hurt, John Price’s ferrets being ferrets Rating: T Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 AU: Falconry Au ( @hurrraaid ) Word length: 871

Summary: Roach can't define it, not really. Comparisons come in the form of bodily ailments, an itch he can't scratch, a twist in his stomach. A heart murmur that keeps catching him by surprise.

[AO3]

Authors Note: Apologies for any errors I got out of laser eye surgery earlier today and my vision is left wanting lmao. CCTV bit based on this art by Hurraaid

“I’m a cute lil bug man” - Sign language

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There's something about König that eludes him, something that makes him an enigma despite being the definition of an open book at times.

Roach can't define it, not really. Comparisons come in the form of bodily ailments, an itch he can't scratch, a twist in his stomach. A heart murmur that keeps catching him by surprise.

Romance was never something he partook in. It was just about the gratification that came with sex and nothing more, the endless chase for cheap, quick thrills with no strings attached.

Then König happened.

He graces him with fond looks, warm and inviting, expressive eyes brimming with a soft affection that ignited an inferno within him. The morning after smiles, the sleepy mumbles of good morning in either English or German, a promise of breakfast in a gentle kiss that brings back the murmur in its entirety.

Roach believed all he wanted from his voice was desperation and begging, pleased little gasps and whimpers for more or harder. Wanted to be able to hear the effect his words and hands had on him. Hear him be vocal enough for the both of them.

But then he finds himself drawn to the excited lilt in his voice when talking about vultures. Like a moth to the flame he's enraptured, a foreign feeling blooming in his chest as König enthusiastically talks of both Fuschl and Ötzi.

He wonders if König has ever spoken about him with that tone, an unknown warmth blooming in his cheeks at the warmth.

Eyes focus on the CCTV screens, gripping the warm mug resting between his hands a little tighter. There was no time to pay attention to the mess König was making him, scanning the aviaries with fledglings before movement on another screen catches his attention.

Its König and Gaz, Roach watching with interest as they talked, smile tugging at his lips at how expressively König spoke with his hands.

The smile turns to laughter, vocal and loud, filling the air of the staffroom with genuine mirth as the Austrian lays down flat on the ground, phone out to photograph Ötzi.

He can hear the compliments König paid his laugh the last time he'd used it, when the giant of a man explained how he'd learnt German Sign at first before his sister had pointed out that Roach would know British instead. Cute. Joyful. König had descended into rapidly spoken German that, if his meagre attempts at translation were to be believed, was akin to the whimsical nature of bumble bees.

Maybe Simon was right, Roach biting his lower lip with worry as he continued to watch König and Gaz, Gaz now having joined the other on the floor. Maybe this was the affliction of affection, the radiating warmth of König's light having drawn him in and now Roach was terrified he was but Icarus in the midst of reaching for the sun.

What if it doesn't work out? What if he simply leads König along, a promise of romance he can't fulfil and the feeling of being trapped in a one sided agreement with the fear of hurting him.

Simon had laughed at him when he'd explained this in rambled sign, trying to conceptualise his confusion as his hands moved almost too sporadically to form words. "It's called having a crush, ya pillock"

Was that it? Grubs first crush and its on a giant walking embodiment of social anxiety. It's funny, really, laughing again only this time his phantom one.

A hand claps on his shoulder, Roach jumping and turning in his seat to find Price, surprisingly ferretless. He looks amused, the concerned tilt of his eyebrows not hiding the fact he's clearly laughing at a joke Roach isn't yet privy to.

"Ferret for your thoughts?" Prince inquires, giving Roach space to think over his response, the click of the kettle beginning the timer to articulation in Roach's mind.

Does he tell Price? Ask for help from the one man who both had life experience and was least likely to mock him. It was sound in theory but the hesitation lingered of being open with his feelings and embracing the theory that he's been wrong in his thoughts of himself all along.

His self imposed time goes off with the rumbling of boiling water, the sound of it pouring into chipped, stained mugs and the slide of another cup of tea across the counter beside him.

Roach turns to Price, watching his boss take over flicking through the CCTV, not taking his attention away as he reprimanded the ferret in his sleeve for trying to drink his tea.

What's the worst that could happen? Price hadn't harshly reprimanded neither Soap nor Simon for their blatant flirting and that had long since become a worldwide problem. Roach refuses to believe his confusion over how König makes him feel is as bad as that.

Like a child, he gently takes hold of Price's sleeve, careful to not be too rough with the fleece in case either Deadshot or Daiquiri were in there. "What is it, son?"

Taking a moment to breathe, Roach carefully signs out his question, a nervous energy tingling in his fingers.

"How do you know if you're in love?"

#Konig x Roach #ship: Royal Roach #gary roach sanderson #roach cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #konig cod #john price #price cod #kyle garrick #gaz cod #falconry au #hurrraaid

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Transformers: Mosaic #246 - "Can It Get Any Worse?"

Originally posted on September 15th, 2008

Story, Art - Sarabeth Collins

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wada sez: A little look at Wasp’s inner life. Wasp was a foil to Bumblebee, based on (and ultimately being mutated into) Waspinator, introduced in “Autoboot Camp”, which this strip is a prequel to. Wasp’s eyes are seen slowly morphing from their original Autobot blue to his trademark purple. The blue robot looks like an Animated version of Glyph, predating her official design by Brianne Drouhard. See below the break for Collins’ original script.

TRANSFORMERS: MOSAIC ANIMATED< "CAN IT GET ANY WORSE?" Featuring: WASP (Secondaries: Glyph, Ironhide, Beachcomber, Bumper, Bumblebee, Sentinel Minor (LOL), Cliffjumper, Longarm (shadow)...all secondaries are silent parts and for the most part are small background characters) Writer/Lineartist/Colorist: Sarabeth Collins (bloodandsteel) (I know, I'm just asking to glitch LOL) Summary: WASP learns the hard way that even though you work hard and strive for perfection, you don't always come out on top... ----------------- PANEL 1 [All we see is Wasp sitting on the floor rocking back and forth alone in his cell. At this time, his optics are not as purple as seen in "Autoboot Camp" but are not quite blue anymore. He cell is dimly lit by the force-field bars...] WASP: (mumbling to himself) Wasp not know what went wrong. Wasp was doing good. Wasp was praised. Wasp followed the rules... WASP: [thoughts narrative] Why have things always been so hard for me? PANEL 2 [We see Wasp as he was many many stellar cycles ago working in a warehouse with Beachcomber and Bumper in the background. He's struggling to carry a heavy load around (moving toward "camera").] WASP: [thoughts narrative] I've always had to work hard to get what I had. I never backed down from a challenge... [half-panel, Wasp is being helped up by Bumper while Beachcomber picks up the part he had dropped.] WASP: [thoughts narrative] No matter how often I failed... PANEL 3 [Wasp and Glyph are studying for what we can assume are Autobot Academy entrance exams. Wasp looks incredibly frustrated while Glyph seems to try to calm him down.] WASP: [thoughts narrative] It always seemed like I just wasn't good enough. I had to be faster, smarter than everyone else to get by. Being so small didn't help, but I had friends... WASP: [thoughts narrative] Even if I wasn't always easy to get along with. PANEL 4 [We see Wasp as he was at boot camp with Ironhide and Bumblebee. Bumblebee is looking at Wasp warily as he and Ironhide walk by him.] WASP: [thoughts narrative] I managed. I wanted to be an officer with the Elite guard. I'd worked so hard to get there. I felt like my luck had changed. My talents were appreciated by the higher-ups... WASP: [thoughts narrative] ...But it seems like something always goes wrong. PANEL 5 [Wasp is being arrested by Sentinel Minor (LOL) and Cliffjumper. Panel split in three smaller segments. First, Wasp is protesting as he's taken away. Second, close up on Bee's face. Third, close up as Wasp sneers at Bee.] WASP: You can't do this to me! I was framed! WASP: [thoughts narrative, second panel segment] I was framed... WASP: [thoughts narrative, third panel segment] I'll never forgive you, Bumblebee...NEVER! PANEL 6 [Back in his cell, just before his "escape", someone is approaching from down the hall, barely seen in the shadows. It's Longarm/Shockwave.] WASP: [thoughts narrative] Never forgive... WASP: Never forgive....Bumble....bot.... PANEL 7 [Close-up on Wasp's surprised face (looking up, one eye wider than the other), overshadowed by what appears to be Shockwave's silhouette, a red glow from his one eye shining off of Wasp's head and Wasp's eyes are a darker purple than before.] WASP: [thoughts narrative] It's been rough, locked away here all alone. I think I'm going mad. Everything I worked for, gone... WASP: [thoughts narrative] Can it get any worse? SHOCKWAVE: I have a proposition for you...One that I'm certain you'll very much enjoy. WASP: Wasp is...listening... To Be Continued...(in the episode "Autoboot Camp")

#Transformers #Transformers Mosaic #Maccadam #Transformers Animated #Sarabeth Collins #Waspinator #Beachcomber #Bumper #Ironhide #Bumblebee #Cliffjumper #Sentinel Prime #Shockwave

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