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kairiscorner · 8 months

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HEY RIRIIIIII HI PUKI BEARRRR I HOPE UR DOING WELL TODAY 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

ANYWAYSSS

i been rewatching adventure time because like the new fiona and cake spin off show is making me AUAUAU and marshal lees new redesign is so AAAAAAAA

BUT ONTO MY POINT

HOBIE BROWN X FEM!READER BUT ITS LIKE A SONG FIC (OR INSPIRED IDRC) BY THE SONG GOOD LITTLE GIRL SONG IN ADVENTURE TIME

BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THAT SONGS SO HIM?? AND IF LIKE U WROTE THIS ID GO ACTUALLY FERAL

TYYYYY ILY RIIII (*^◯^*)

-🪴

HI LOVELYYYYY OH MY GOD, YES?????? i was an adventure time kid ever since i was like ... 5-7? THIS SHIT WAS MY JAM AS A KID, I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY ABOUT THE NEW SHOW, I HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET THOUGH BUT I PLAN TO ... that scene in the original show really is so hobie x reader core omg, I LOVE ITTTT also i'm sorry but the 'puki' got me cackling – (imma explain in the comments if y'all want)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

he's such a bad little boy. – hobie brown x fem!reader

"good little girl... always picking a fight with me."

he was pretty much the most annoying asshole you've ever met–he never took anything about you seriously, pestered you a lot for your height, your grumpy face, your sour mood, your little huffs and puffs in response to his provocation... it was all too cute to him when you'd pick fights with him and be all angry and aggressive as usual. he loved the little banter you two shared, the sleepless nights you two would spend together just running your mouths off at each to sleep–and being pampered yet teased by him all the same. he was the best, worst friend you ever had in the history of ever... and you didn't want to lose him, no matter how annoying he was.

"you know that i'm bad... but you're spending the night with me."

"back so soon?" you ask him as he climbs into your window with his spider suit still on, only taking the mask off once you let him in your room and slumps in your bean bag, smirking all the while. "your room's pretty comfy, like how... good little girls keep their rooms as." he teased, making you pout and puff your cheeks up. "is that supposed to mean something, hobart?" you asked with extra emphasis on his name, making him smirk and shrug. "hey, now, it's up for interpretation." he said with a chuckle, making you groan loudly. "well, at least let me play your guitar. maybe... smash a few simpletons' heads in with this." you murmured as hobie gently took your hands in his, correcting your finger positions on his electric guitar.

"what do you want from my world? you're a good little girl..." he asks you, with slight rhetoric, knowing you were never one to disobey the rules and let alone wish to play loud, 'obstructive' music that would bother the neighbors. you sighed and followed hobie's lead, strumming and playing the right chords he taught you.

"bad little boy... that's what you're acting like."

"can't i choose to have fun, hobart?" you asked him with sarcasm in your tone, making him laugh. "of course, you can have everything you want–that's what good little girls like you deserve, right?" he said as he gently let go of your hands and let you figure out how to play a melody you came up with on the spot on your own. "it's just that... i never thought you'd be rebellious. never did, never will." he joked as you gave him a flat, fake laugh, knowing full well he was serious about what he said. "like, i can be the intimidating-like, 'rebellious' bloke or whatever for the two of us, at least outwardly. i'll take the trouble for you, that's enough, innit?"

"i really don't buy... that you're that kind of guy."

"nah. besides... that kind of hobie everyone else sees isn't the hobie i know." you said as you tuned his electric guitar. he raised an eyebrow at you in intrigue. "go on, dear." "well... you may be a little brash, loud, and you love telling assholes in authority to kiss your ass... but you aren't a total blockhead. you have a heart, you care, and you... you aren't as mean and scary as everyone thinks you are."

"and if you are... why do you want to hang out with me?" you asked him in a partly rhetorical way of your own this time–making hobie pause for a minute to look at you, and soon, burst into a sweet smile on his face. he gently pecked your cheek and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him with a satisfied sigh. "i just love to be around my good little girl... can't that be enough?" "then you're lucky i like being around my bad little boy..." you said with a sly smirk as hobie grinned and kissed your lips gently.

you truly were his bad little goody two shoes, and he loved you dearly for it.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @arachnoia @popeheywardssecretgf @euphovlq @rohansdisciple @conitagray

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theslotherin18 · 3 months

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Ok, so quick question fellow HH fans. What is Velvet supposed to be based off exactly, like her theme? Yes, I know she was a maid cosplayer in her earlier design but they kinda got rid of that.

Edit: I saw someone say she is a clown/jester which I think is pretty cool ngl.

Valentino is very clearly based off a moth with his fluff and wings and its obvious he is the porn overlord with his pimp fit. The moth theme is quite clever given how irl moths emit pheromones during sex to make it more inticing. His red and white color pallet gets this across as well.

Vox likewise has a tv head and Wi-Fi symbols, blatantly signalling what he has power over along with an electric themed color pallet. The more subtle shark theming with his lair and coat tail shape is a nod to the sin of greed given how shark demons come from the greed ring(helluva boss). His wardrobe being a parallel to Alastor (which I made a post about) and theming makes it clear what he is all about even if it’s nor 100% original (if it ain’t broke don’t fix it)

The character designs, despite all the bashing from haters of Vivzies art style get their point across which is the most important role of character design.

Velvet on the other hand, I am not so sure. If she is based off an animal, idk what she is. Looking at her upfront, you can get the idea that she is an edgy bitch. The only thing she kinda has to play into her social media stuff is the hearts on her vest(?) and the constantly changing hairstyle and scene kid outfit. If I had no prior info, I would think she was Valentinos evil assistant with the repeating heart theme or Val and Vox’s love child incarnate. She doesn’t give Social Media overlord on her own.

I did notice she had a line that is perpendicular to her lips that gives her a doll like appearance which could play into the social media perfection angle but nothing else from her current design seems to go along with this theme.

Now, I have my gripes with a certain genre of character redesigns(the ones who in bad faith trash the originals and try to “fix it” by making the exact same mistakes in their improved one) but if I had to redesign her, I would give her a clear theme.

You could lean into an ocean theme based off internet lingo like “surfing the net” and how the Envy ring in helluva boss is speculated to have a deep sea theme and be ruled over by leviathan(if you like the theory that sinner’s demon form takes inspo from the native born demons that originated from the ring of hell their corresponding vice they most indulged in their earthly life was.). Or perhaps a cat theme given how ubiquitous they are in the early internet, social media and memes.

Perhaps instead of hearts, Vivzie could of used thumbs up, which on social media is an almost universally understood symbol. Maybe more phone or app based iconagraphy(copyright free of course)

Maybe a color pallet that looks less like a blend of Vox and Val’s color pallet that could stand on its own. I think keeping red would be a good call given how vox and Val also have that color, which would unify them as a trio. She has a tendency to blend into the background given how her pallet is both muted(the reddish looking color) and neutral (white and grey)

Idk, I am not expert on this stuff but that’s just what I see.

#hazbin hotel velvette #yes I spelled her name wrong but I was half through this post and I way to lazy to fix it #hazbin hotel #the vees #character design #vox hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #helluva boss

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adastra121 · 4 months

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Alon the Stray Hound

I redesigned my Touchstarved Hound!MC to have more of a showman-y vibe, since they’re a magician. Do you believe in the heart of the cards?

Pronouns: Usually uses She/They, but they’re honestly fine with any pronouns Birthday: November 30 Height: 4’11 / 150cm Personality: So a bleeding heart, unwarranted hero complex, and astounding immaturity walk into the Wick and see that their good friends, dignity and self-preservation couldn’t make it… Likes: Street food, dancing, rowdy taverns, making friends, pranks, adventure Dislikes: Rules, rich people, rainy days, boredom, bullies Fatal flaw: Would turn her self-destruction into a joke, but hey, at least it’d make for a decent stand-up routine in hell Other: She has a terrible singing voice that was once mistakenly reported as a Soulless attack — by the end of the song, the neighbours probably preferred a Soulless attack. Quote: “Look, buddy, I’m no stranger to failure — ideally, you don’t, but if you do, best to have fun with it, yeah?”

More about them below:

Alon is cheerful, mischievous, and outgoing. They love to make new friends wherever they are.

She’s restless, never stays in one place, and fidgets a lot, so she practised sleight of hand from a young age. It came in handy haha for thieving, but they’ve also become quite good at street magic. It’s not the real thing, of course, but it opens up busking as an option to earn coin (and get close enough to unsuspecting rich folks’ pockets in the process)

They specialize in street magic, which combines close-up, stage, and platform magic. They also do escapology (good at picking locks and getting out of sticky situations) and comedy magic (they don't shut up).

She has a lucky deck of cards that she usually shuffles and fidgets with.

As a trickster and magician, she tends to use tricks, jokes, and the unexpected in confrontations. They’re hard to catch, easy to miss—

Her fighting style is summarized by that one clip with RDJ as Sherlock where he keeps discombobulating his opponent (give or take ten hours).

Unlike my other MCs, Alon has no specific reservations about Monsters. It’s kind of hard to when you’ve been threatened, abused, and betrayed by humans your entire life. Like, at that point, what worse could a Monster do to you? Anything they try, you guarantee a non-Monster already attempted.

100% the kind of person to, at someone pointing a knife at them, go, “Well. This night just took a sharp turn.” or “What’re you gonna do, stab me? …Damn, they actually stabbed me.” *surprised pikachu face*

They have a knack for breaking into places they shouldn’t be, like a persistent raccoon that keeps finding its way into your trash or attic. Back with their old crew, she was usually the one who could squeeze into the tight spaces as the smallest thief. So yeah, the Senobium being locked to outsiders is a bit of a hiccup in her plans, but they’re not deterred.

You’d think Alon would be more reserved and distant because of their curse, but they’re actually a very physically affectionate person

Not to say they’re not cautious about it — she always keeps their hands bandaged or covered — she’s just found ways to give people physical affection without the use of her hands. They’d jokingly bump shoulders with someone. They’d lean on someone to physically comfort them. They nuzzle their head against their loved ones.

She doesn’t usually let strangers initiate physical contact, not necessarily because she’s uncomfortable with it, it’s usually for their own safety. Strangers don’t know them well enough to know her hands are off-limits. But if she’s known you for a while, she welcomes the physical exchanges.

They distance themself in their own ways. She hides pain or discomfort with jokes and charm. Good luck getting them to be serious about something she absolutely does not want to address.

Like their old crew’s betrayal. Some of them, they’ve known since they were a kid. They grew up together. And yet, when it came down to it, she wasn’t worth more to them than a fat purse of coin. “At least it was a fat purse of coin. Anything less and damn, they’d have really hurt my feelings!”

Direct questions about their cursed hands usually lead to jokes and misdirection, I wonder if you caught that, by the way:

“Want to tell me what’s up with the bandages?” “What bandages?” “Okay.”

“Pffft, you believe hands are real?”

“You’re looking at the aftermath of a super embarrassing tattoo I got one night while drunk as shit. Highly recommend the artist, though. Y'heard of Rahim?”

“Important piece of cooking advice, don’t put out grease fires with water! …Oh, that has nothing to do with my bandages, it’s just a good tip to remember.”

“I’m saving them for marriage.”

“Bad case of halitosis.” “That’s an oral condition.” “…Real bad case.”

Aside from that, she’s rather open and wears their heart on their sleeve for any potential new friend.

Eridia is a new beginning, a new world far away from the walls she's always known. It's supposed to be all she's ever wanted, but beyond the excitement of a new adventure, she feels so alone it's almost paralyzing.

They go back to the dream they've had since childhood, they go back to focusing on finding a cure, and they keep moving forward because if they stop for even a second for the grief and loneliness to catch up to them, they don't know if they'll survive it.

Her zodiac sign is Sagittarius

MBTI is ENFP

Enneagram is 7w6

I also updated their character playlist. I associate her with more energetic music, like electro swing, songs that you could hear someone running away from the guards to:

“Monsoon Nights” by Sekai no Owari

“One Jump Ahead” by Brad Kane

“All Star” by Smashmouth

“The Hand that Feeds” by The Crave Wives

“To Noise Making (Sing)” by Hozier

“Curses” by The Crane Wives

“Tears of a Clown” by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

“Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen

“Good Life” by OneRepublic

“Lost Boy” by Ruth B

“On Top of the World” by Greek Fire

“Good Riddance” Cover by Annapantsu ft. IdrysLTS

"Tavern Crawl" by Runesmith, JoCat, Annapantsu and friends Okay, I have, like, a vision. Alon is giving a tour through Eridia’s best spots. The first tavern is the Senobium’s gates. The second is Elyon's brothel (mostly because of the singer being unable to pay and how fitting “Rail-Away” is for a brothel). The third is the Seaspring (“Don’t be surprised by what lurks on inside and really, don’t fight it. Believe me, I tried.” to describe our pal Ocudeus). The last one is the Wet Wick and it’s their favourite because it’s got the Bloodhounds, always ready for a show (“This tavern’s my favourite, it’s got its own band, and they’re always more than happy to lend me a hand!”)

Here’s their new full character design!

I changed it from the original, which had a more swashbuckling pirate feel, since I wanted to incorporate more of the magician and performer aspects of Alon into their design. …It’s giving Wonka, lowkey. I did consider giving them a top hat but…yeah. XD

As with my other MCs, I incorporated their backstory symbol into their design. In Luneth, the Unnamed symbol is in her bodice. In Jin, the Alchemist symbol is in his medallion and spellbook. In Alon, the Hound symbol is in their cards.

I also tried to include the specific shapes of each backstory symbol in each MC so Jin’s design has a bunch of circles, Luneth’s has diamonds, and Alon has several triangles.

Here are the bios of my other Touchstarved MCs:

Luneth the Reluctant Unnamed

Jin the Abandoned Alchemist

#touchstarved #red spring studio #touchstarved game #touchstarved oc #touchstarved hound #alon the hound #alon the stray hound #my oc #my original character #character bio #character profile #traditional art #my art #if we assume that all my touchstarved mcs' clothes were given to them by kuras #we can tell who his favourite and least favourite is XD #alon's the only mc of mine who didn't listen to him in the demo and tried to get up immediately after he told them not to #I originally assigned them as my fail run mc so I can pick all the funny choices even if they're the wrong ones #it's why I make all the jokes like they have negative rizz and they're speedrunning toward vere's bad end #but then I liked the potential for them with mhin and I'm going to try really hard to get a good ending so #joke's on me I guess

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grandesteartherquakedreamer · 1 year

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The AkuMother: Her Firstborn

(FINALLY! After having this caged in my brain for over a year, I now have the courage to share this story of mine. Not to confuse the two stories I commissioned to @gimmeabigpush. SHE wrote those stories, not me. I'm once again inspired by her for me to write this. Also, a MASSIVE kudos to @demonsandco {Yes, the one with the Obey Me's Demon Brothers Redesign} for the gorgeous art of my MC / OC! Like I said previously, this is a 18+ kink and smut fanfiction.

If you're under 18, PLZ DNI! If the following tags aren't your cup of tea, you're also free to ignore it. More importantly, I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I wrote it! 😈🤰) {Edit: You may have noticed that I made some slight changes and attempted to fix any mistakes I find. My apologies in advance. }

They felt it. Their eyes widened in concern and froze at whatever they were doing as soon as it happened. The Seven Rulers of the Underworld all got up and stampeded past the hallway, down the stairs and made it outside the guest room. To “her” bedroom. The door was closed, so one of the demons reached for the door handle. But his eldest brother stopped him. He put a finger above his lips and hushed them before they could panic.

"She said she’ll take a nap and we do not wish to frighten her,” he said. "Don't make a move until I signal to you all."

When he finished speaking, he opened the door slowly. It creaked as it swayed apart. Inside of the room was a tree that grew from the ground. With lanterns hung from the branches and its vines covering part of the wall. Under the tree on the bed with her back facing them was her. The demon mother-to-be herself, Yuki.

The demon's long, light pink hair was twisted and twirled in a braid. Her body was covered in a thin blanket. She stirred awake as soon as she felt the presence of her seven doting partners. Fresh air flooded into her nose and deep in her lungs followed by a yawn so soft it was almost impossible to hear. A unique warmness flooded her senses. Though she was a little more sore than previously, she also felt her child is exactly where they were meant to be. So dreamy-eyed and tranquill, she shifted her body and reached her arms towards the headboard. That's when the eldest signaled his younger brothers to help Yuki up. Of course, just being there with someone they've known in under a year would be helpful as well.

When Yuki managed to sit upright with their assistance, more of the young mother revealed herself as the blanket fell on her lap. She was wearing a sports bra when she slept. More notably, her magnificent gravid belly dropped. At mercy of the hands of gravity. As she looked at her seven sires, she smiled sheepishly at them.

With one hand on the mattress to keep herself up, while the other hand caressing on her baby bump.

She knew that they’d known why they appeared before her. Yuki looked down at the bed and used her free hand to remove the blanket. They gasped either in amazement or horror.

The other end of the mattress alongside a pillow for her legs was freshly soaked. The naked flower between her thighs is still oozing with the clear fluid. Yuki tilted her head as her smile grew wider alongside flushing pink cheeks. She giggled before she said:

"She's ready to meet all of us."

Shortly after the confirmation of Yuki entering her first stage of labor, Lucifer turned and asked his brothers if there was anything else to prepare for the child's arrival. They both watch as the other demons shoved and scattered out of the door. Causing a bit of a commotion down the hallway.

“Why did you phrase it like that?” she asked him, her eyes meeting his own. "The way you've said it made it sound like the end times were upon us. Plus, there's no rush."

Lucifer knelt before her. Placing his large gloved hand on Yuki’s warm, stretched skin. He sighed.

"It’s …still hard to wrap my head around." He answered. Certainly seeing the Avatar of Pride being vulnerable was a rare sight. Especially feeling a sort of guilt from his past.

Yuki placed both of her hands and played with his hair, minding the horns. While she played, she suddenly stopped as Lucifer lowered his brow. Something stirred deep within her. He placed both hands on the lower swell of her belly. On cue, Yuki removed her hands from his head, placed them on top of her belly, and began her breathing techniques she was taught.

Pressure began the shutter and tense within her midsection and her pelvis. It wasn't terribly strong. Yet it felt so tense, yet so natural. They have both remembered the teachings of the maternity books. Lucifer was the only few who paid close attention to every detail. Even if it were headed to more… graphic parts. Oh, would he dare to mention how she sounded? The young mother hummed and whimpered lightly, focusing solely on her breathing. It was music to his ears. Part of him wished he could hear her like this for as long as he'd want.

When the first of many of these "waves" subsided, Yuki exhaled deeply and relaxed. Shifting her hips slightly, she leans down to kiss the top of Lucifer's head. He felt much more relaxed from that. Tender even. He looked at Yuki's belly and used both hands to move up and down, caressing it. Entranced by the strength of her body. She's also kind enough to let Lucifer kiss her beautiful baby bump.

"No doubt, you'll bring a whole new life into the world." He murmured. "You have every reason to feel proud of yourself." Then he looked up at his partner as she gazed down at him, even if her belly made it harder to see. She gave a slightly confused look back at him before she spoke.

"There's no need to be anxious, Luci dear.~ She said, changing her tone at the end. "It'll be a while before I make room for her to make a grand entrance."

Lucifer sigh as he got up. He even helped Yuki up to her feet from the bed. Not before putting a hand under her chin and kissing her lips boldly. She wasn't taken aback of how forward he is, and even allowed his tongue to meet her own. When he pulled away, Yuki panted for air as she wrapped her arm around him and he did the same. Both of them walked out of the guestroom so the young mother could spend more time laboring with her other six partners. This is just the beginning of her labor, and she felt so ready to go forward with the ones closest and most intimate with her.

An hour or so passed, and the progress of these “pangs” became more regular. Steadier, stronger, closer together. It sure wasn’t as easy to keep them in check. Especially if you claim to be as “great” as Mammon. His younger brother Leviathan was present too. They and Yuki are in the common room (the same room where Yuki first met the brothers). She sat on the chair facing the fireplace. Levi undoing her braid (because it promotes better blood flow according to her), while his older brother knelt next to her. Propped his elbow on the armchair and held Yuki's hand.

When they were not becoming an anxious mess once another strong sensation overcome her, they both stared at Yuki in awe. Mesmerized even. Her long hair cascading down her shoulders and hips, the sports bra nearly at its breaking point trying to contain her milk-filled tits. If her pregnant glow wasn't enough before, the golden glow of the fireplace made her radiate. Once she had to breathe through a contraction, both of them did well on the pressure points they were taught to deal with according to their clever, but short-tempered younger brother. Levi used both hands to massage her shoulders while Mammon applied some counterpressure on Yuki’s widened hips and plush outer thighs. They've even praised her with whispered affirmations.

"You got this one, don'cha babe?." One of them said,

"Y-Y-You're absolutely stunning!" Another one said, whispering behind her ear.

Of course it was much more challenging to stay calm for all of them. The baby was pressing, barreling, almost grinding against her still opening cervix. Low. She felt so low. Low enough to slip out at any given time, but that's impossible. The extra amount of trickling fluid didn't help either. When the pressure finally released, the three of them relaxed simultaneously. Mammon was especially relieved.

"That contraction didn't bother ya too much, did it?" He asked.

Her eyes fluttered open but frowned down at him.

"Mammon, I told you NOT to use that word." She answered. Levi glared back at him with a towel in hand. He shrugged his shoulders in response.

That was how it went for them. Yuki is already halfway in dilation, which is a good sign that her little girl was well on her way. Spending time with two brothers who gave each other a bit of a hard time. Yet they made sure to put Yuki's care first and foremost. They assisted her with resilience. Their younger brothers would surely follow suit.

Now the pangs were hitting ever closer and more intensely than ever. Yuki didn't think she processed as quickly as she did. Not Satan. The blonde hair demon could tell she'll deliver soon enough. This time, they're both in the library. They both experiment with different positions and vocal tones. Those were helpful to either relax or cope as the waves crashed within her womb. Her favorite part is the essential oils. It was Asmodeus' idea, as it so happened that he arrived to check on them both. Followed up by the twins, Beelzebub and Belphegor. Satan filled them in on the current situation before he left to take care of something else in the living room.

The three youngest brothers went up to Yuki. Asmo embraced her, while the twins nuzzled her from behind. Their presence gave her much needed comfort during and between the intensities. Swapping spots periodically. Massage her. Sore areas and pressure points on her slim yet curvy body. Kissing her lips. Her cheek. Her neck. Her shoulders. Stimulating her. First taking off the sports bra to finally free her sore breast. Then wrapping their lips around her hard nipple and pinching the other. Then they kiss her taut belly lower and lower, until they kiss directly on her petals, and the sensitive pearl within. The second their mouth was set in place, the young mother went from whimpering and panting to a half-moan, half-whine that sounded deliciously sublime. She could tell by the electricity tingling up and down her spine, they took her physical and emotional care to the next level. Many internal squeezes, contractions, whatever you call came and went. One after the other. Soon as the latest was over, one of brothers first slipped their fingertips in their mouth and they checked on Yuki's process.

She has just hit transition.

The twins left first as they head to meet up the others as planned. A few minutes later, arm and arm, the other two demons followed in their footsteps. Taking the opportunity between the powerful waves, they walked (and waddled) toward the halls until they reached the doors to the dining room. Asmo looked at the exhausted and reluctant demon. When her timid eyes met his own, he gave her a reassuring smile. With his free hand, he passively forced the door open, and they both entered.

"Look at what we did, darling!" He said as he pointed out something. Yuki raised her head, and what did she see on her left?

The once empty living room was now fully redecorated. String lights held by the two chandeliers were decorated with butterflies and crystals, and flowers and stars. The walls were covered in pastel-colored crepe streamers. The extra pillows and flower petals were made in a big circle like a giant nest, surrounded by lanterns on the floor. Save the fireplace under the large mirror. Lucifer and his brothers were already waiting for them both.

Everything was finally ready. All those nine long months would be rewarded for their marvelous significance ahead of them all. The eight of them each sat on color-coded cushions on different spots of the "nest". Yuki sat upright in the center (of course), with a thick towel under her legs. Lucifer and Satan knelt behind her with their arms wrapped around her own and gripped her hands gently. Her legs spread wide open like the butterfly wings on her back. Mammon and Levi held on to one leg, and Beel and Belphie held the other leg. With no one else to be, Asmo knelt in front at Yuki’s feet in full display. Full-term, fully nude, fully open. Full of last-minute anxiety.

"I…I…I-" she couldn't even form a sentence. Almost lost in a thick fog of her emotions at this point. The timing couldn't be worse, as her belly turned a bloody pink with a brutally powerful contraction.

"Yuki."

Hearing her name being called, she anchored back into reality. Her eyes watering, chest heaving, heartbeat thundering. Even what she's about to go through, the world around her seems to slow down. She looks at her sires. Up front, right, and left. Surrounded by warmth by the hearth, safety, and most importantly. Unconditional love.

"If you would both allow us," Lucifer spoke up after clearing his throat. "We all have one more surprise." He turned to his youngest brother.

“Belphegor?”

Belphie turns his head to Lucifer and nods his head.

First, he sang a verse of a song. Then Levi as he caressed her leg, and then Asmo made Yuki look up at him with his fingers under her chin. Next up was Satan rubbing his thumb on her hand. Followed up by Mammon, then Lucifer right after him, and finally Beel. At last the choir of their voices sang out in unity is unlike anything she had ever heard. She could’ve sworn that they sounded like angels. With no one else to blame, not even herself. Her mind and body were put at ease. Even the child who is about to leave her tight home can hear their voices too. Allowing both mother and child allowed their words to strike directly at their hearts. Especially with the final two words.

“My Love.”

That's it. Her intern wisdom activates just as the pressure begins to grow in a different way. Yuki, feeling empowered, closed her eyes and smiled softly. For a quick moment, her seven partners were awestruck. Her beauty and her strength transformed her. To them, she's become a goddess, hands down. They were ready. The demon mother inhaled through her nose and tucked her chin. The baby's head weighing on the fully open cervix.

With everyone present, she gave in to the urge to push for the very first time. Yuki is giving birth, and it felt just... Right.

Her glossy orb of a belly became brick hard with each future wave. Feeling the large sphere descend into her vagina. Into the canal. Already slippery wet and silky-smooth, despite how tight it is.

The expansion of the mussel and tissue is almost inconceivable, as if it was being stimulated. She made sure her first delivery would be extra precious. Even when the wave subsided, she caught her breath. Her eyes lulled, but twinkle with a mix of contentment and ecstasy.

This was a birth the princes have ever been present too. Whether they were embarrassed or not. If they felt shameful or not. They made sure to keep her legs far back without feeling restricted. When she did get time to rest, they made sure to whisper their praises and encouragement. If the opportunity allowed them so, they'd kissed her knuckles, her shoulders and cheek. Yuki looked and felt illegally sexy. Her ponderous skin glamorizes. She wished with all her heart and soul on how wonderful she felt in the midst of childbirth.

Yuki's breathing hitched, and this time allowed her breath to bring her baby downwards. Feeling the child continue to fall even lower than ever before (as her head stretching her walls nicely). Though her face showed concentration, she grasped two of her partner's hands a bit tighter. It felt great to feel her little one moving sinking into her vaginal passageway.

Though she grunted from the back of her throat, her voice is so soft and so light. Completely obedient to her body's instincts with her breathing, panting, and moaning and such. So why did she need to hold back? She deserved this.

The garden flower, her glistening pussy, turned rose red. Already swollen and throbbed desperately. Once the pressure released, she felt the size, shape and weight of her daughter's head just pressed behind her labia. Though not enough to see her hair (yet). Both mother and daughter have full control. Any spike of pain washes away with pleasure in its place. She shifted her wide hips, cradling side-to-side. Prioritizing the quiet arrival of "their" baby girl.

Everyone else was laser-focused on her sacred place (but not in a perverted way), as if they suddenly felt their eyes drawn directly to the flower seconds away from opening up. Exactly in the position she only dreamed. When she'll bring forth the ultimate gift. Then Yuki closed her eyes and gives a big, yet tender push.

Finally, it happens. Her pussy lips began to open and bloom revealing the baby's scalp immediately followed by wet, slick hair. Everyone was astonished, if not dumbfounded. They can only sit and watch as the head almost makes the teardrop shape before the pressure vanishes. The head withdrew from view, but not by a lot..

When Yuki opened her eyes and caught her breath, she let go of one of their hands and reached down to her raw, sensitive opening. As she felt her fingertips press against her daughter's head, she gasped as much as she grinned. The love for their child was felt in every fiber of her being. Her partners could tell by looking. There is no rush, yet she longs to feel her small body in her arms. Even her body seemed to be just as eager when Yuki breathed into her nose and pushed.

The baby's head continues to emerge slowly. Her slick, baby-filled cunt squelched and almost squeaked. Her head became a teardrop again, then the tight opening grew bigger, and bigger. Wider and wider. By the time the pressure dissolves, Yuki held on to the full, and very tight crown as she catches her breath. When it looked so pretty before, THIS was the newest definition of beautiful. She has so much curly brown hair! Sure it sizzled, but she didn't care. Alas, her gorgeous form was for a brief moment.

Yuki pushed lightly, as the other watched the soft forehead appears into view. As if the baby will come out facing up to her mother, one prince decides to use his free hands and is placed under the crowning head of his daughter. Their daughter. Yuki huffed and grunted lightly as she tries looking over her impressively large belly to see for herself. At first her brow emerged, followed up by a pair of lashes, a button of a nose, and finally…

*Pop!*

Her mouth and chin appear, with all of her head successfully birthed (with some amount of fluid spilling out,) as she rests on their waiting palms. Everyone, including the mother was overcome with emotion. Her face… Like a handmade porcelain doll of flesh and bone. She looks so…captivating. So tranquil. They did not even notice her curly black horns and frilly-shaped ears. It was immeasurable love in its purest form.

One of them checks for the umbilical cord to be sure it wasn't around her neck. When he gave a nod of approval to Yuki, she wasted no more time. Giving in to her final push, she shuts her eyes tightly.

Even as the baby rotates to make room for her shoulders, the calming atmosphere of the living room seems to hold its breath.

The light touch of the emerging shoulder stimulating her clit. Yuki suddenly bucked her hips and came hard. Her newly born daughter emerged completely in a rush, surprising everyone. She is free.

Meanwhile, far on the different side of the Devildom. (Of hell itself). Within the castle of the Demon Lord, Prince Diavolo walked the barren hallways. His most trusted steward would always follow behind him. But when he turned around, he saw him staring at the tall window.

“Barbatos!” He called out. “What’s up?”

As he walks up to him, he can feel a presence unlike anything he felt. It wasn’t even a magical presence. His butler slowly looked up at his young master. He knew what would and has happened. But he simply said the following to him…

“She has come.”

Barbatos wasn't one to be joking around with. When “he” was the one who directly spoke to the "then" heavily pregnant Yuki, that the birth of her child will change everything. Just as the prophecies written in ancient scriptures have now been put to fruition. Especially when it wasn’t exactly how anyone else thought it went down. The moment of this specific birth was felt across the three realms. While the new family is free to love their own child, many others would fear her sinister aura.

Back at the House of Lamentation, (the palace mansion), the softest wails was heard across the rooms. The infant’s harmonic cries filled the room with rapture, proving that she is alive and well. The eight demons were utterly moved by what they witnessed. Yuki wept tears of joy as she finally snuggled her new daughter so close to her heart, as her seven sires’ embrace and basked in the glow of the special child. The child who mostly looked just like her mother before she became a demon. Dare she'd say, that this entire experience was 'pure magic'.

When the cries started to dwindle and cooed, and as her mother swaddled her new daughter in a soft blanket, the first of two remarkable qualities was discovered.

“Yo… move your hand.” Mammon said nervously.

“Huh, what.. Why?” asked Yuki, confused. His other brothers turned to face him with their brows lowered. But she did as she was told, and lifted her head to see her child’s back.

“Guys look!” she cried.

They turned their heads to see the little demons back. Not that she has “six” itty-bitty black wings on her back. Yuki pointed at the back of her neck, and there it was. On the nape is what looked to be a sort of birthmark, the color of twilight’s shade. It had a combination of shapes to make it look like a bird. The diamonds for the eyes, a heart for the beak, the two horns and teardrops for its wings. The body a seven pointed star, and most infamously, the tail the shape of an upside-down cross.

When they all weren’t paying attention, the little demon took the opportunity to shift down to her mother’s breast. Plush lip latch around her nipple and began to suckle. Yuki squeaked in response, until she and everyone else caught on that the girl started nursing.

“She must’ve been hungry.” Beel mused.

After watching her nurse for a bit, the demonic infant revealed her second most remarkable yet unexpected quality. Her eyes popped open as looked up directly at her mother.

Rainbow irises. The child literally has rainbow colored eyes! With an added bonus that her eyes change colors from a rainbow to match her mother’s brown eyes. Just by simply blinking. Even with this revelation, they still loved their little girl. No matter what.

When the child was a few hours old, she wore proper baby clothes and laid in her crib. Her parents watchings over.

The proud mother, though weakened from events prior, now wore her favorite soft bathrobes. With one hand on the rail of the crib, the other gently placed on her now flatten belly. Yuki muses over how much they loved her repeatedly. One of them glazed over her shoulder.

“So.. what name did you choose for her?” they asked. Yuki sighed in frustration but could not help but giggle.

“Genesis. That’s her name”. She answered.

Silence filled the room as the brothers were left to think. The more they thought about that specific name, the more it made sense. Yuki turns around and suddenly presents herself and waits for them to notice her, and when they do, she speaks.

“This child of ours is a dream come true. But I felt pity that you all fought over me while I was pregnant. I want to try again but make a few changes while repeating the experiences I adored, even with its flaws.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “What are you implying, Yuki?” His brothers looked at him and back at her. The new mother's response.

“From this moment henceforth, I’m willing to give my body to each and every one and carry your children at a time.” It left six of them almost flabbergasted, but Asmodeus was delighted.

“Oooh, Yuki! Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He asked.

The edges of her lips curve into a much bigger (and shameless) smile.

“Of course! Dreams change. Now, I’ve always wanted a big family.”

Yuki’s journey started as a dying human in the woods, and now she’s become the broodmare for seven demons. In the coming years, she’ll have many, many children who will leave their marks on the three realms. Especially Yuki herself, who she’ll be known in history as…

The AkuMother.

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I cant reply to the first post I had made but I wanted to clear up any confusion. I stated multiple times to LT and Larkin that I did not want this character redesigned because well, I dont fucking give my consent for another redesign of a character that was already stolen and redesigned. I thought I had made myself VERY FUCKING clear to all parties that I spoke to, LT went above my wishes and against my word, thats not okay. LT does not own my character and did not have the authority to do this without my consent. However, when I told LT that the designer of the redesign gave me permission to use the redesign, they told me I wasn't allowed to do that because the designer gave up all rights to the design! The double standards is fucking crazy, but you're allowed to redesign my characters??? I will be attaching the images that I was sent from a helper who had messaged me. When I saw the images, my first reaction was "what the fuck, thats literally my character redesigned. A "neutral party" outside of the report was asked to redesign the character despite my wishes not to have them redesigned. There is no way in hell that the character was designed without my character in mind, thats just no way. This person is also a HELPER and most likely was apart of the case but im not sure. I have been exchanging words with the person who first got the redesign and they did help try to remedy the issue as they felt really bad for everything. They informed me that they had offered Larkin a $25 voucher to commission an artist of their liking to create a new design with the terms that the character thats based off of my own is deleted. The color palette was changed up but alot of the markings are still very close to the original, the OG. Im not making this a big deal because they have some similar markings or they have petals in their fur, as someone said in my last post. This should have ended when the character was deleted but some parties cant take "no dont redesign my character" as an answer. Larkin and LT is causing this escalation. I want to make this clear, I dont believe I own a specific marking or a color pallete, or the rights to using flowers in a characters fur. === This is the original version of Peony's design, along with the redesigns. The person who designed the 2nd image admitted to using the first image as a reference to redesign

Now, here's the image of the new design LT had sent me. Thank you to the person who sent me the new toyhouse profile to get this image, LT's image was horrible. Now. I just wanna take the time to point out all the similarities between the three. I feel like most of it is pretty obvious, one or two similarties would have been fine but no. Again, I don't think I own a marking but the person who redesigned them supposably had no image of my own in mind (impossible) A. The tail, its exactly the same as the redesign as well as almost a copy of the original just with a white tip. B. Ears, it follows the same layout as above C. The paw pad markings, they copied the redesign ref in terms of those D. The flank markings are incredibly similar to the redesign's flank markings but has a little difference but follows around the same E. The freckles under the eyes are F. The left side of the face follows the same route as the redesign G. The usage of the feathers and follows, all are not copied but just are rearranged, the feathers are just moved to the other side of the head, the two images above dont show it but in many of Peony's alt art, she has a feather on the left side of her head and I did show Larkin all the images H. The color pallette : Again, I dont believe I own colors but the pallete is just some alternates to the original colors. If you gave someone a description for a redeisign, theres no way in hell theyd be able to get these colors almost spot on unless Larkin provided an image or a color pallete. I. The legs, the front ones. They're switched. The redesign above has markings on the left leg and markingless on the right, the newest copy just switched that around J. The back legs also follow the same pattern idea as the redesign above. the only difference is the newest copy has a little back leg (?) marking towards the bottom the leg

And yes! I did explicitly tell you that I wasn't comforable aiwht a redesign!

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FotW: SDMI - In Fear of the Phantom

Welcome back to Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated, and now we're getting into a problem many reboots and adaptions face - what happens when you try something different. Today's episode isn't really that special, serving as a bridging point between the next stint of episodes focused on the gang's love lives.

Except for featuring the Hex Girls of course.

Not to overshadow the main villain, which would be extra funny considering their backstory, but come on that's what y'all are here for.

Yeah, they got a bit of a redesign since their last few appearances in the two billion direct to DVD films. Fans DID NOT like this, and in a later episode they had to actually address the backlash while also scrapping these outfits for the original ones. They also steal Luna and Dusk's hair dye and gave Thorn's highlights a diminished role.

My personal opinion? Eh, I would've preferred a middle ground between the two, but for reboots I encourage designers to go all out since it's their own thing. So for Mystery Incorporated I would've either kept the redesigns or gave them completely brand new looks a second time. The OGs have a more cohesive aesthetic, but I like how MI experiments by giving each girl their own Alt style. It's probably Dusk who could probably use a new outfit though, since her Tank Girl getup doesn't mesh as well as Thorn's "Pagan School Girl" and Luna's "Lesbian Thespian" outfits do. Actually, maybe one of those Scene Kid reconstructions of School Uniforms would've worked better?

Oh yeah, this nerd.

Backstory: Like most lesbians Velma is a massive fan of The Hex Girls, snagging front row tickets for the Scooby Gang just in time for them to witness a "Phantom" try to murder Thorn on stage. As with every mystery the gang decide to take it upon themselves to do the cop's job to keep the concert going while protecting the band.

This leads to an exploration of the show's two main ships, Fredphe and Shoob - again, yes really.

This show is really good trust me on this.

Scooby outright calls Shaggy a cheater for going to prom with Velma instead of hanging out with him like they always do, and replaces Mathew Lillard with a wooden dummy much to Shaggy's chagrin.

Fred meanwhile comes out as nonbinary a teenage boy with emotions as he finally grasps Daphne's romantic interest in him. All thanks to an entire song written by Daphne where she uses Fred's special interest to get through to him.

Behold, one of the best songs made for a television show in history.

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Before this spectacular moment of audio interposed with occasional Zelda CDI-level animation (to be fair are you even looking at the animation in the first place) we got some Phantom shenanigans. Mostly him responding to Scoob and Shag's ability to warp time and space by just setting them on fire, probably the most effective thing one these guys have attempted so far.

Design: Obviously a homage to The Phantom of the Opera, and as we go through the series, you'll start to notice a lot more homages that Wikipedia will kindly point out for you. Though you can also see a bit of Comic Supervillain in his design, so much so that he doesn't seem to fit with the show's own aesthetic. He wears a black full body suit with a gigantic, taller than his own head, Dracula collar and grim reaper-esque hood. He has a fabricated piece of his outfit that goes over his shoulders like Football Pads, but with a sleeker design as it attaches his cape to the main costume. His cape is black but its interior is lined with a sparkling holographic material.

His mask, belt, boots, and glovers are all made of golden mechanical pieces, as they actually allow him to charge up bolts of electricity to fire at the teens in our show. This tech is never explained, and he really only uses it a few times before forgetting he has these weapons at his disposal.

His mask is the best part of the outfit, legitimately cool while evoking a gas mask. It's almost like it was made out of several pieces asymmetrically stuck to each other with large bolts, like if C3PO was mangled in an accident and put back together with recolored bits of R2-D2. There are several short, cylindrical ports on his gauntlets, boots, belt, and mask that occasionally glow green.

Reveal: Shaggy, with an extensive knowledge of obscure musical groups as we'll be shown time and time again, recognized the shiny material of The Phantom's cape as belonging to a One-Hit Wonder named Fantzee Pantz. And once that's discovered it's pretty obvious that the other suspect, The Hex Girl's manager, is not the culprit as he was just as responsible for Fantzee's obscurity as THG.

No, the true culprit is the girl's songwriter, who first attempted to sabotage them through badly written songs but was thwarted by the girl's talent and popularity - So he then turned to just trying to kill them, and Daphne. He ends up taking Scoob's dummy to jail with him, but the original duo patch things up by then - letting us look back at Velma who got sidelined so badly this episode.

2/5 Goofy as hell design for a goofy character, probably the most "Villain of The Week" we've encountered so far. In fact, he'd probably fit in better in Miraculous Ladybug than this show. Not that bad otherwise, just not as impressive.

#bmoreviews #scooby doo mystery incorporated #scooby doo #mystery incorporated #bmoreviewsmysteryinc #the phantom #phantom of the opera #the hex girls #Youtube

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Hi hi! ur transfem roman is rotating in my brain like a potato in a microwave /pos , do u have any other roman headcannons? :0

AGH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE HER!!! Transfem Roman makes me so happy I need to share my brain worms w the world <33

I hc her as half-sudanese <33

Loves collecting pretty perfume bottles even though heavy fragrances make her head hurt lol

Redesigns book covers that are based off the movie version of the book in her spare time. The hero we deserve

Loves old Arabic love poems but can't read fus-ha/فسحى very well, so she tends to misinterpret some words or meanings and reimagine them in her own way, scribbling out vague shapes or adding splotches of paint to get her interpretation out on paper, or using them as prompts for her writing

Has crooked teeth!! She tends to cover them up in the headspace, but when she's on her own in her room you can see them. I also like to give her hyperpigmentation around her eyes (usually covers it with makeup, but lately has been incorporating it in her eyeshadow designs)

Also lots of scars. She could cover those up too, but she wears them with pride

Shes both a hopeless romantic and aromantic <33

She was utterly obsessed with rise of the brave tangled dragons. Trust me on this

I think both Roman and Remus have a different relationship with the headspace than the others- I like to think of the imagination as its own separate sentient being that the twins have heavy influence over, but can't fully control

Practices henna designs on the others for fun, over time she does unique designs for each of them rather than just traditional henna (Virgil thinks the intricate spiderwebs rolling down their arms are cool as fuck)

Had a bit of a crisis w her hair- hated it short before her egg cracked (but tried to stow away those feelings), tried to grow it out after coming out but still feeling like it looked wrong, and eventually feeling more comfortable w herself and cutting her hair short again, feeling more like herself this time :3

Early drafts are both her favorite and least favorite part of the creation process. Since no one's going to see them, she can just let herself go, but when the words or colors don't quite convey what's inside her she gets frustrated

Has to always be moving in some way- pacing, fidgeting, legs rocking. Patton makes her a fidget bracelet and it helps her a ton

Romanticises cooking together and the general kitchen experience but is truly so so so bad at it. She's the "making breakfast for my beautiful wife <3" "who tf is burning down my kitchen"

I also rlly enjoy genderfluid Roman!! Wears different earrings depending on how she's feeling gender-wise that day <33

#this got longer than i wanted gosh my bad </3 #charming's askbox #she is my gorgeous gorgeous prince ♡#me and roman are yappers at heart

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selene-and-the-cold · 8 months

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😷🚗

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A while ago, I reblogged this amazing prompt list and got this wonderful ask from you, dear anon.

😷 - “Sharing is not caring!”

🚗 - Road Trip

I'm sorry it took me ages to respond, but truth be told, I just could not decide what to do with this prompt combo. My first attempt at writing something was the most obvious one, having two SOs together in a car, one of them sharing their cold with the other.

However, then my brain decided that I had to come up with a different take on this, so I redesigned a second take, which I then binned for this last and third instalment.

What my brain came up with is this 3.8 k of roadtrip, where the burgeoning cold of one person is not the only thing that makes the trip uncomfortable.

Set in an AU where these two are actually colleagues, although their relationship status is canon in my OC-universe ^^

Hope you enjoy. And if you would have preferred that SOs sharing a cold thing, let me know ^^

Also: writing this after quite some time away from writing was so much fun. If anyone is interested in any further prompts, just send me an ask :)

CW for talk about ex relationships, implied contagion, slight mess, and mentions of sexy times, but nothing graphic

Male sneezes. M/M

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It was Tuesday. Usually, Nicholas was ok with Tuesdays. Monday was always awful. Who wanted to give up their cozy weekend in exchange for getting back to a stressful job?! Wednesday was either hopeful or terrible, depending on how the week had gone so far. Thursday was often dragging its heels or gone way to fast in the race up to the weekend, while Friday was technically weekend already, so Nicholas was cool with Fridays.

This particular Tuesday, though, was the horribly uncomfortable lovechild of a merciless Monday, an insurmountable Wednesday, and the longest Thursday ever known to mankind. At least that was how it felt.

Due to a chain of unlucky events, Nicholas found himself in a car together with his colleague Sebastian. He was a nice enough guy, the prototypical calm and tall Northern European type, blond, blue eyes. Actually quite hot. There was only one catch - Sebastian was his ex-boyfriend.

"So, how are things between you and Robert going?," Sebastian asked, in a friendly, non-chalant tone, but the question had Nicholas grab the steering wheel tighter.

"Good," he replied tight-lipped, eyes fixed firmly on the road. He did not want to have this conversation. Sebastian had no business asking questions about his new relationship.

"Only good?," Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “I was expecting a little more enthusiasm."

"Very good," Nicholas growled. "But that's nothing I want to discuss with you."

"Shame… seeing that you are practically glued to the guy whenever he's around. If you're set on not talking about him, you won't have much to talk about, at all, and it's going to be two looooong silent days worth of road trip."

"It's going to be two long, uncomfortable days anyway, so we might as well get started with being uncomfortable now. And please stop calling this a “road trip”. This is work and we only had to take the car because you forgot to book our flights in time!"

Nicholas huffed, then did not say anything, jaw set as if he was mentally glueing it shut for the next 48 hours.

Said uncomfortable silence stretched between them, the only noise coming from the hum of the engine and the subdued chatter on the radio.

They drove in silence for a good amount of time, both following their own trains of thought, and after a while, the long, wordless minutes kindly melted into hours.

After a while, Sebastian breathed in as if he was about to say something. Instead, his head bobbed forward. "Heh'UttSccHhIu!"

"Bless," Nicholas mumbled, out of politeness rather than true concern.

"Sorry… snfffl"

Another long stretch of silence, followed by a sharp, breathy inhale.

"HEHhhh'USSSHhiuh!"

Nicholas eyed Sebastian from the side. A cloud of misty spray danced around his blonde head. In the sunlight, it looked like specks of gold.

"Bless you again."

"Snnnrfff Thag you…" Sebastian sniffled harshly, then dragged the sleeve of his shirt under his nose.

"You getting sick?"

"What? NO! Of course ndot! snnnrrff"

Nicholas didn't believe him. Sebastian had sounded so fucking insincere that one could hear the lie and denial a mile off. Which was unusual. Nicholas knew Sebastian to be an excellent liar.

"Alright then." Nicholas grumbled, decidedly not taking the bait designed to lure him into prying further into that cold denial business. Sebastian crossed his arms in front of his chest as if he was angry that Nicholas had passed up his bait.

A few more minutes passed, then Nicholas could see how Sebastian's head reared back, exposing his long, pale neck. Nicholas suddenly remembered the little sighs of pleasure Sebastian had made when he had kissed it during sex.

"Hehh'ISSSsHHU!! Hueehhh… H'ESSSHH!!"

Two forceful sneezes, both uncovered, filling the car with specks of gold.

"Ugh… 'scuse mbe!"

Sebastian gave a pathetic sniffle, then rubbed his nose with his knuckles. Nicholas had a hard time focusing on the road. Fuck Sebastian and fuck his sneezes.

His annoyingly sexy sneezes.

"Would be nice if you'd cover that. Sounds like you're catching something nasty and I don't want to get whatever you caught." Nicholas said gruffly.

"Sharing is caring, isn't that how the saying goes? And I still care a great deal about you," Sebastian replied, a sly grin spreading on his face. It made him look so impeccably sexy. He had always been good at pulling of the cheeky, youthful look. Clean, straight, intelligent, and with a boyish charm that effortlessly clad him in an air of innocence. Except he wasn't.

Sebastian was a wolf in sheeps clothing and Nicholas had to keep that in mind. Actually, he had to keep a number of things in mind. All the stuff they'd need for the conference they were headed to. His boyfriend Robert, who had not called or texted after their argument three days ago, and who had ignored all of Nicholas' calls and texts. They hadn't even said goodbye or seen each other before Sebastian and Nicholas had had to set off for their work road trip, and it stung like hell, right there in the pit of his stomach.

"Well, I for one do not care, Sebastian, and you shouldn't either. And I particularly don't care for your germs all over the car."

"Hmm…" Sebastian hummed, contemplating this statement. "That's odd, because I distinctly remember times when you cared a great deal about it when I sneezed~"

Nicholas blushed fiercely, right to the tips of his ears. Shards of memories exploded in front of his inner eye unbidden. Sebastian lying on their bed, wearing nothing but his cherry-red cold-ridden nose. Their bodies intertwined in frenzied passion. Sebastian's features convulsing as he sneezed and came all at once. The warm weight of Sebastian's body against his, as Nicholas had held him tight, while Sebastian had quivered with sneeze after helpless sneeze…

Shaking his head slightly, Nicholas cleared his throat. His lips were parched, and he licked them, realizing that he had held his breath for some time.

"You remember, my heart… my Nico… don't you?," Sebastian insisted. "Our long nights and lazy days of passion. Especially those we spent after you told me all about your secret little kink…"

His voice trailed off, its absence conjuring up images of their shared past. Sebastian had often called him Nico in the intimate moments when they were sprawled out in bed after making love, their bodies a tangled mess, heavy with the contented weight of satisfaction. But Nicholas did not want to remember. He wanted to forget.

"Don't call me that! I'm neither "your heart", nor "your Nico". We're not together anymore!" Nicholas snapped.

"I am a- hhHAAhh!!.. Aaahhh!… snnfff… aware."

Sebastian hitched theatrically, then gave his nose a self-indulgent rub, massaging it until a small squelching sound was heard. Congestion building and shifting. It was almost as if Sebastian teased him on purpose, playing up his symptoms.

Nicholas shifted in his seat. His body - the fucking traitor!- started to react to the ongoing shameless display of Sebastian's sneezes, no matter how much Nicholas tried to fight it. Apparently, it remembered more than Nicholas would have liked.

He tried to push the physical reaction down into submission by reciting poetry in his head, while the changing scenery of countryside and villages flickered past outside. He had gone through quite a bit of Robert Frost, when another poem popped up in his mind:

"What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply…"

Just as Nicholas' thoughts caught on these last two lines, a thunderous sneeze sounded from the passenger seat, the ghost of his own past uncomfortably close.

"Ugh… Ndico, mby heart, could we please stop and take a break?"

Sebastian moaned his voice heavy with his cold. It sounded like his throat was badly swollen and someone had his sinuses filled with sticky syrup.

"Umm… sure. It's quite late anyway…" Nicholas replied, letting Sebastian's use of his term of endearment slip. Truth be told, he was too tired to argue anymore.

Since it was already late and Nicholas was tired as a rock, while Sebastian was not feeling up to driving with the burgeoning cold he had not yet admitted having, they decided to crash at a motel for the night earlier than planned, but both were in dire need of some rest.

Nicholas asked for two rooms, but like in some kind of cheap rom-com, there was only one bedroom with a double bed left due to an event taking place in the city.

"Fine, we'll take it," Nicholas growled, even though sharing a room with his ex was the last thing he wanted. He grabbed the keys and set off to find their room, Sebastian hot on his heels.

“Mhm, sharing a roob agaid after all this timbe~" Sebastian suggestively wiggled his eyebrows, but his seductive tone lost its allure due to the thick congestion in his voice.

"Needs must, but don't think I'm gonna share a bed with you! I'll take the couch.."

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The two of them walked down a set of boring beige-walled hallways, feet floating on a thick, dark-blue carpet that reminded Nicholas of a cruise ship. Not that he had ever been on a cruise, but this was the idea of a cruise ship the media had shaped in his brain.

Sebastian had gotten awfully quiet and shivered a bit as he stood next to Nicholas, waiting for him to let them into their room, then sneezed violently as soon as the lights in the room came on, taking possession of the place by unleashing his army of germs into the space.

"Bless you," Nicholas offered, meanwhile on autopilot. God, he was tired all of a sudden. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and rest. Well, scratch that. Crawl onto the couch and rest. He was just about to get a pillow from the bed to his makeshift resting place, when he realised that there was no couch. There wasn't even a fucking armchair. Only a rickety looking chair and desk combo, which looked like someone had made them out of cardboard, ready to fold in on themselves as soon as someone just breathed too forcefully next to them. That wasn't good…

Sebastian must have connected all the dots about a fraction later, because Nicholas suddenly heard him chirp: "Looks like it's going to be a shared bed after all~"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Alright, alright! Ndo ndeed to be-… hiihhh…. snnfff grumpy. Hiihh?! Hiihh'yISSSHHU!!"

Sebastian burst forth with a spraying sneeze, a tiny rope of mess shooting from his left nostril.

"Oh… 'scuse mbe!" Sebastian sheepishly looked at Nicholas, flashing him an embarrassed smile. "Would you be a dear and hand mbe a tdissue?"

Nicholas gulped. This whole set up painfully reminded him of some of the early days after Sebastian and him had newly gotten together at university. An unplanned sleepover at his dorm room when Sebastian had been coming down with a nasty cold. His body pressed against Sebastian's feverish frame, as they had both squeezed into his tiny single dorm bed, Sebastian curled up against his chest, snuffling sneezing, and coughing all night, while half of Nicholas' body had hung out of the tiny bed frame because he'd wanted Sebastian to be comfortable and the bed just was not big enough for two people to rest comfortably all night.

"Ndico?"

Sebastian's voice suddenly jerked him back to reality. Damn, why did all of these unbidden images keep swimming to the surface?

"Hmm?"

"Tdissues? I really ndeed theb…"

"Oh! Right. Sorry."

Nicholas hurried to fetch the box of tissues and handed one white square directly to Sebastian, who immediately pressed it to his streaming nose and gave a hearty blow.

"Thank you."

Nicholas just bobbed his head in silent acknowledgement. Suddenly the room felt stifling and way too small. He wanted out. He wanted to get away from Sebastian. He wanted Robert.

"I'll go for a short a walk. You get comfortable, ok?"

"But…"

"No buts. Please, Sebastian. I just.. need some time alone. It's been a long day."

With that, Nicholas took the key and went outside. It was quite cold, so sleeping in the car was not an option. He wished he had brought a thicker jacket, but it was at Robert's place and he had not dared going there after their fight.

Nicholas kicked a stone with his foot. Why had they even started to argue anyway? Oh… right. It was because of this stupid trip. A few months ago, Sebastian had started working at Nicholas' work place. Fortunately they were not direct colleagues, but their departments worked together on some projects so there was overlap.

This road trip was such an overlap. Both him and Sebastian had been chosen by their respective departments to represent them at an important conference. Leading up to that, Nicholas and Sebastian had to prepare a presentation. Robert had not been amused.

Especially because Nicholas and Sebastian had to spend a considerable amount of time together preparing said presentation and Sebastian – ever the flirt – had not bothered to hold back, even – and especially! - when Robert was present. Sebastian wanted him back and had even told him so on numerous occasions. Sadly, he had not taken no as an answer.

Nicholas sighed and stopped himself re-enacting the argument he had had with Robert in his head. He had done so at least a dozen times, but since Robert refused to get in touch with him, it was difficult to apologise and address certain things.

After he had been wandering around aimlessly for some time, and after he had tried calling Robert twice more without getting any reaction, the chill fall air had wormed its way through his thin jacket into his bones, and Nicholas decided to go back to their room. Perhaps he could make the old chair and desk combo work after all.

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As Nicholas returned to their room, Sebastian was already changed and in bed, tissue box clutched to his chest, bright-red nose streaming, and rolled into a tight ball against some invisible cold draft only he could feel.

Nicholas made quick work of changing into his pyjamas - in the bathroom, as if the man in the other room had not seen him naked more times than Nicholas cared to think of. But it felt odd to just undress in front of him. The ease and trust this entailed had been left behind in another life. Furthermore, even the thought of undressing in front of Sebastian felt like cheating on Robert.

Therefore, Nicholas got himself ready for bed in the tiny motel bathroom, then arranged the desk and chair so that he could sit in the chair and put his feet up on the desk, thus creating a wildly uncomfortable half sitting half lying down position for himself between these two pieces of furniture. It looked like a decidedly uncomfortable, Frankensteinian version of a hammock.

Sebastian watched, but did not say anything until Nicholas came to the bed, grabbing a pillow and a blanket.

“Whadt… *sniff* whadt are you doing?” Sebastian asked, clearly bewildered that instead of climbing into bed next to him, Nicholas had tucked the pillow under his arm and was tugging at the second blanket to take it with him.

“Getting ready for bed.”

Nicholas shot the rickety desk and chair combo a meaningful look, pointing at it with his chin.

“Oh, dod't be ridiculou-… Huhhh?… Huh'USSHHzzuh! God, sorry… *sniff* ridiculous. You cad't sleep od that thing!”

“I can't sleep in here, either and frankly, the floor does not look very appealing…”

Nicholas had wrestled the blanket into submission and was standing at his makeshift bed, arranging the pillow.

“But Ndico…”

“No more “but”s, Sebastian. Pleeeaase? I'm tired and I just want to go to bed…. and so should you, by the way. You look awful!”

“Thank you, I've mbissed your combpliments, mby heart.” Another sneeze wrecked his body. Sebastian tried to catch it in the flimsy tissue he was holding, but Nicholas could see specks of spray dancing in the dim light of the reading lamp on the night stand.

“'scuse mbe. What I was triyng to say was: I just dod't get why you're so stubborn?”

“Stubborn? Me?! ” Nicholas was more than just a little annoyed at this point. The long drive, his argument with his boyfriend and Sebastian's constant nagging finally getting the better of him.

“That's rich coming from a man who has no concept of the word “no”. I'm sick and tired of your constant double innuendo, flirty eyes, eyebrow-wiggles and all of that crap, barging in on my job and my new relationship. You are the last person on this planet I want to share a room with. Yet, here I am, sharing a room with you because work is important to me. If I did not have to be here for the job, you better believe I'd be ANYWHERE but in a room with you!”

At that, Nicholas plopped down into the chair, put his legs up on the desk and pulled the blanket over himself, demonstratively closing his eyes. He had nothing more to say. Fortunately, there was a light-switch nearby, which he kicked with his foot, plunging them into darkness, hoping to cut off any possible attempts of his room-mate to continue this farce of a conversation.

Sebastian had gotten the point, though and did not try to force the conversation on Nicholas anymore. Both men were lying awake in the darkness for the next one and a half hours, listening to each other's breathing. A neon side from outside shone dirty orange light through the cracks of the curtains. From time to time, a car sped by on the nearby road. And Sebastian could not find rest. He tossed and turned on the bed, sheets rustling like the ruffled feathers of an angry flock of birds. From time to time, a heavy, congested sneeze cut through the silence, and from the sound of it, Sebastian must have gone through at least half the tissue box already.

Nicholas could tell that Sebastian tried his best to keep the noise down to a minimum – sneezes muffled into tissues or pillows, suppressed coughs that were only made worse as the sick man tried to fight them back down his throat. In short: Sebastian sounded miserable. And Nicholas was uncomfortable as hell. The chair was somehow both rickety enough to keep him worrying about it breaking under him, and hard enough to make him feel like he was sitting on a riverbank littered with the sharpest stones known to mankind.

“Ndico?”

Sebastian's voice drifted over. A weak, shivery thing, heavy with congestion.

“Hmm?”

“I'b sorry,” said the small voice, sniffling pitifully.

“What for?”

Nicholas was confused. It was fucking late o'clock at night and he had no idea what the hell Sebastian was talking about.

“For getti'g sick and for getti'g you sick as well with all mby sndeezing. And… well… you kndow… Everything.”

Nicholas sat up a little straighter in his chair. This was not about the trip. This was about them. About the lies. The cheating. That other guy.

“Everything? You mean…”

“Yes.”

Nicholas felt his heart pump in his veins. “Even for…?”

“Especially that.” Sebastian had cut him off before he could say the words out loud, but the calm, decisive way he responded left no doubt that Sebastian knew what he had meant to say.

“Hmm…,” Nicholas hummed, his brain searching the darkness for words that might fit, but they were running through his minds like sand.

“And for Robert too,” Sebastian continued, then sneezed twice more. They sounded heavier, like the congestion had settled not only in his nose, but in his chest, too. “I kndow I've beed putting pressure od your relationship with him, and I'b sorry. He seebs like a good guy. That's why I hate id that he's with you ndow.”

Nicholas just stared ahead at a speck of orange light filtering in. There were goosebumps on his skin, and he swallowed hard. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? What the hell was he supposed to do with all of these sudden confessions?

“I erm… Thanks, I guess. For telling me.”

“You're welcobe. That was long overdue..” Another long silence. Another hefty sneeze. Then: “Hey, why dod't you cobe and lie down here id bed with mbe? It mbust be hella uncobfortable od that chair.”

“It is,” Nicholas agreed with a small chuckle. Then the rustling of a blanket was heard before the mattress dipped down next to Sebastian under Nicholas' weight.

“Oh god, this is so much better,” he groaned, sounding like he had just experienced the best climax of his life.

“You kndow that I'b good in bed…,” Sebastian chuckled, but it transitioned into a coughing fit. “cough Sorry.”

“'tis fine,” Nicholas said, his voice suddenly drowsy as his lack of sleep caught up with him and his body could not resist the siren song of the soft mattress any longer. Still, there was one more question he had to ask: “Seb, why did you tell me all of that now?”

Sebastian pondered this question, then propped himself up on his elbow and turned, facing Nicholas.

“Because sharing is caring, and it was time that I shared mby thoughts with you. Ndot just mby germs.”

Nicholas smiled faintly. Oh there sure as hell was no escaping this cold. But perhaps this road trip had been worth it after all. Perhaps it had been good that this particular ghost of his past had come to haunt him right now. Perhaps Robert would be less cross with him if he returned a sniffling, sneezing mess from this trip.

“Thank you. Now try to get some sleep.”

“HEHhhh'USSSHhiuh!!! TtZZSHHU!!”

“Goodnight…”

#answered asks #prompts #my writing #Nicholas #Sebastian #road trip #snzfic

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Meddling Kids Redesigns

It took a while, but I finally finished all four designs of the main gang. There are still some tings I would change if I were to redesign them again, just by seeing all the other ones on tumblr.

I'll do some headcannons here, and maybe draw them again with plot ideas for a fictionalised series I would make with them.

Fist of all, they would start out as high schoolers, then go into univertity after. either way they would all be adults when the film starts

None of these guys are cishet or neurotypical sorry slays but you cant tell me otherwise

Thirdly, these guys are FRIENDS. they CARE about each other. some have been besties for years others were hard and fast ride or dies but they all really care for one another

They would initially start out unmasking people in monster costumes, but there would definitely be an overarching plot that is defiantly supernatural. by midway through season two, the monsters of the week would be real more often than not, and the gang has to turn to more spooky ways of dealing with them

Aight so

FRED

This man HAS to be nice, and reasonably stupid. He was a himbo Blueprint and we must make sure he stays that way

I want to make him into theatre tech and stuff, which he uses to debunk the monsters and point out all the techniques in the 80s horror movies he likes to watch with the gang.

I'd also say he was a prolific camper and scoutgoer as a child, and intends to work as a camp counsellor once he graduates for a little while

because of this hes pretty much a survival expert and gets pretty intense whenever they find themselves in the woods.

while he is strange himself he still is a leader for the group, and plans a lot of their moves on cases.

He and Daphne start the show dating and they are madly in love with each other, and are the bestest of friends. Fred is the more puttogether in the group though, and regularly has to stop daphne from comitting crimes like breaking and entering or simply trying to beat the monster over the head with a bat

DAPHNE

This version of Daphen would just be a pretty unhinged girlboss. she is the part of the gang who is just itching for a fight half the time, so shes been designated team muscle.

Her family is extremely rich, and while they don't really like her pastimes of going out and solving mysteries, but those funds are the thing keeping the gang going, and funding their trips, as well as bail when they get caught investigating some abandoned house or something.

She is really into fashion, specifically 70s style clothes, and spends a lot of time at home making her own clothes and things for others.

alongside that she is really into journalism, so much so that she practically runs the school newsletter when in high school, and runs it through her brilliant people skills. she intends to go to university to do a media and communications degree.

but shes also regularly unhinged and the fisrt one in the gang who would get into a brawl with a monster if given the chance. shes like a black belt in karate at least, and can definitely ride a motorbike.

I think she would encourage Fred's traps in their cases but if she was left alone she would just use a crowbar to solve her problems.

VELMA

This Velma is a todal dork. she is such a nerd its funny, bun in a way ehre the audience laughs with her. let her talk endlessly about her academic interests and cut back to everyone else dumbfounded.

Also my version of Velma isn't mean in any way. While she can be dry, witty or packed with smart comebacks, she is rarely intentionally cruel.

She doesn't believe in the supernatural at the beginning of the series, but she desperately wants to believe in everything. Cryptids, monsters, aliens etc (She was one of the kids that cried when they made Pluto not a planet anymore)

because of her eagerness to investigate she is practically uncarable, and more interested in anything spooky than she is frightful, which could be used for some good gags, especially since she never realises that she is ever out of her element

Velma brings out the nerdier side of all her friends too. she gets Fred talking about traps and survival skills, Daphne on about fashion and law, and Shaggy talking about food and films.

SHAGGY & SCOOB

Scooby doo is Shaggy's assistance dog, and that's how he is allowed to go wherever the gang does.

I've got some lore ideas about how he talks and stuff, which is basically the same as mystery inc plus some inspiration from the Magnus Archives but I'll probably talk about it another time.

I was thinking it might be funny if he talked kinda like puppycat from Bee and Puppycat, but that's just a thought, all I'm going to say is that's not a normal dog.

Shaggy also comes from a wealthier family but nowhere near as rich as Daphne. His parents really tried to shelter him as a kid after something happened in his childhood (IDK what but it was spooky) and ever since he's craved the independence that he gets with the gang

He has been friends with everyone the longest. I assume he went to a summer camp with Fred when they were little, met Velma at some kind of convention and lived close to Daphne.

He has tons of random skills and knowledge about pretty much anything. hes a trivia god and there could e a running gag that he went to a bunch of summer camps too, but for weird and niche things. he's also the kind to binge read wikipedia articles at 3am

I think we would be really into films, specifically horror and pulp films from the 70s - 90s. He probably has an interesting relationship with horror, scaring easily but still doing it for the thrill.

He also implores that in their mysteries, pointing out a bunch of the technical clues with Fred. He probably really likes mystery solving because it gives him that reassurance and control when they finally unmask them. I'm sure he starts to crack a little once they start going up against real monsters.

Hes also a really good cook and makes great playlists.

#scooby doo reboot #scooby doo #scooby doo fanart #shaggy rogers #fred jones #velma dinkley #daphne blake #scooby doo redesign #scooby gang #these took so long frfr #i really want to do a hex girls set like this tho so look out for that #if people are interested ill talk about my lore ideas #my art

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Wayward Sparks Lore Post

This is the lore for the fan continuity my redesigns are from. I've actually been working on the story for a very long time before posting any of the artwork for it, and I hope to eventually make this a finished product in some way shape or form! I won't be revealing everything about the story just yet for that reason, but this sort of a little "show bible" for the continuity that's been living in my head rent free for months. Hopefully, you'll get a kick out of some of the concepts.

The Basics:

The war's been going on for a good long while. Long enough that everyone's just getting sick of it. Most sick of it would be Megatron, who's been sticking it out with his Decepticons for SO long he's ready to do something drastic.

With a small team of his best Decepticons, they steal the Allspark and track down the leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime, picking up an energon haul from a deep space outpost near a spacebridge. Megatron's intent on finishing this as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, nobody told Megatron that the Allspark doesn't particularly like being commanded, nor are there any controls on it conveniently labeled "press here to eliminate enemies." So, after what's seeming like a pretty pointless dogfight-turned-fistfight that was SUPPOSED to end with the Allspark blowing the autobots straight to the pit, Megs can't help but be a little frustrated when the Allspark takes control of the spacebridge on its own instead and sends them to a backwater dirtball planet with no feasible way off.

The Autobots arent all too happy about the predicament either. The Decepticons still have the Allspark, and Primus only knows what nefarious plots to ransack this world he's brought them to are cooking up in his diabolical processor. (He doesn't have any plans whatsoever, he's entirely bullshitting at this point, but you can't just let the enemy know that)

Meanwhile, back on Cybertron, something sinister is brewing within the Senate. Something Senator Ratbat and his toadie, Sentinel Prime, can't keep hidden for much longer.

The Autobots

The loyal devotees of Optimus Prime, enlisted in the Autobot Corps to make Cybertron a better place. Or, as most of Cybertron knows them, Optimus's merry band of idiots and assholes. See, most Primes have standards for who they recruit as active followers. The strongest, the swiftest, the smartest, what have you. For Optimus, anyone who wants to help the community may join. Which is great and all, but man, does it attract the screwups and all the neuroses they carry.

Optimus Prime (he/him)

If there is one word to describe Optimus, it'd be "troubled." If you ask him, trouble is all life ever gave him after he made Prime. He loves his team to bits, but they can be... Frustrating at times. Even still, looking out for them is priority number one. He took an oath when Primus gave him his power: "community before self." Failing to uphold that wouldn't just be letting himself down; It'd also tick off Primus, and given the god has an eldritch, symbiotic connection to him in his head and in his spark, not honoring that vow doesn't end well. He knows the madness that comes with a broken oath firsthand, after having to denounce the mech he originally swore fealty to... But, that's in the past. Nothing a little engex can't help him forget.

Bumblebee (he/they)

Bumblebee is a happy go lucky little bot. A little too happy go lucky, honestly. As though he just doesn't have any sense of self preservation. A chronic ignorer of red flags, somehow Bumblebee makes it out of every single encounter unscathed. He never really understood why some bots can be so anxious or mopey, and he makes it his mission to help the aforementioned anxious and mopey bots see the bright side, much to their chagrin. Especially to the chagrin of Prowl, who doesn't remember the last time he smiled and isn't interested in doing so any time soon. Bee is determined to get a giggle out of that downer one way or another. He's a little bad at reading the room, and he doesn't tend to take the whole decepticon threat thing very seriously, but he really does mean well.

Wheeljack (he/him)

Excellent at both making and breaking, Wheeljack is one of the team's tech guys. Fun loving, explosion addicted, and a firm believer in ignoring common sense and safety precautions, it seems Wheeljack and his lab partner, Bulkhead, can make any sort of gizmo you need with only a 50% chance of it landing someone in the medbay. Usually wheeljack himself. That said, he's never really all that bothered hy his injuries, often laughing at himself even if half of him is scattered somewhere across the room. This generally disturbs anyone unlucky enough to see it. Usually Bulkhead.

Prowl (he/him)

Prowl is... Not exactly doing amazing. To say he's depressed would be a bit of an understatement. When he's not out on the field, the other bots don't really see much of him. He keeps to himself, always making use of Teletraan-1 to stream his shows, tinkering with new mods for his weapons, or just sleeping the day away. More than anything, Prowl wants to help people. He was hoping he could do that through law enforcement, at first. When he realized that wasn't his path, he hoped maybe joining the Autobots would be. Now that he's here, all he needs is the motivation to actually get out there and do something great... Maybe tomorrow.

Ratchet (he/him)

Ratchet is the team's medic, as well as the resident dipstick-in-the-mud. A mech of schedule, rules, and protocol, Ratchet gets flustered and almost personally offended if any of those things are broken. Straight laced as he may be, Ratchet still cares deeply for his teammates, and worries a lot about not being able to fix them perfectly if they get hurt. Honestly, he mostly needs everything in order just so he knows exactly what to do if and when things go wrong. You'll never hear him admit that out loud, though. You'll also never hear him admit to anything he did in his med school days, back when they called him the Party Ambulance.

Bulkhead (any pronouns, mostly he/him)

Another bot standing firmly in team worrywart. Bulkhead tries to cut loose and have a good time, he really does, but it's hard when your best friend/lab partner is an accident-prone adrenaline junkie with very poor impulse control. Bulkhead is a sensitive bot, a mind both creatively and mathematically inclined, wrapped up in a very big, very heavy, very clumsy package. All in all, Bulkhead just wishes the other bots' definition of fun was... Safer. With less injuries sustained by the end. That being said, he has a pretty hard time expressing it when his friends' antics cause him distress.

Other Bots

Back on Cybertron, the rest of Optimus Prime's followers try to maintain peace in a ceasefire until the two factions' leaders can return from... Wherever they ran off to. The other active Primes and their followers, most of all Sentinel, have more or less been keeping Cybertron in order while the Autobots are indisposed. While they frantically try to contact their leader, Cliffjumper (he/him), Ironhide (he/him), Cosmos (she/they) and Seaspray(they/them) have to keep the whole Autobot Corps from falling apart.

Decepticons

To call the Decepticons terrorists would be remarkably unfair. That being said, calling them heroic would be one hell of a stretch too. For all intents and purposes, the Decepticons are largely considered the undesirables of Cybertronian society. And they don't like that one bit. Warframes, petty crooks, monoformers, pit fighters, malfunctions of all stripes, all are welcome under the Decepticon banner, so long as you're pissed off enough about how you've been treated. The angriest among the crowd being an increasingly high number of mechs sporting odd, experimental frametypes they say they were reformatted into against their will.

Megatron (he/him)

A warlord, a tyrant, the ruthless leader of the most feared gang of criminals in all of Cybertronian territory. At least, that's what he wants you to believe he is. Megatron is quite a bit of bark and (while definitely not none) significantly less bite. It's a frustrating thing, being labelled a heretic and a threat to society for wanting to be equal. So, really, what's a mech to do but commit to the bit and hope it scares off the cowards who want you dead? Megatron can be headstrong, and has moderate anger issues, though he manages them quite well. Still, he's got nothing but love from his Decepticons, trying as they can occasionally be. He can be a bit overprotective of his troops, very much acting like an older brother to the more vulnerable among his ranks. He's also been trying to court Starscream, but he seems largely oblivious to Megatron's advances.

Starscream (he/she)

The terror of the skies and the mean girl of the Decepticons. Starscream is largely convinced everyone around him is an idiot. Sadly, he's blind to it when he, too, is being an idiot. A capable aerial fighter, and the second in command of the Decepticons, but seemingly cursed by bad luck at just about every turn. And the consequences of her own actions, but don't say that part out loud. Starscream is intent on usurping Megatron one way or another to gain control of the Decepticons and lead them PROPERLY, because his dumb ass could never. Especially now that he's acting all weird all the time around her. He must be onto her schemes...

Soundwave (he/him)

Soundwave has seen quite a bit. He's seen things he very much wishes he could forget about at times. Having worked as a secretary for Senator Ratbat just before the war, he got a glimpse behind the curtain of Cybertronian government and it sickened him to his core. Now he works his aft off to topple the whole thing, no matter what it takes, or how badly he overworks himself. When he isn't vividly plotting the death of the scumbag Senate, or neck deep in Decepticon work, Soundwave is usually seen with his adoptive family, Rumble, Frenzy, Laserbeak, and Ravage. The cassettes are still young, not to mention mischievous, so Soundwave definitely has his servos full, but he wouldn't trade them for the world.

Shockwave (he/they)

A disgraced former Senator, and a victim of a botched empurata-shadowplay combo, Shockwave tries his best to live as normal a life as he can with the Decepticons. He's a bit of an oddball, emotionally stunted in some regards and wildly oversensitive in others. The other Decepticons take great care to make him feel safe, and he appreciates that greatly, though he's never really sure what would be a socially acceptable way to show that gratitude. Aside from his eccentricities, Shockwave is a mech of science, and an extremely useful asset. He's a master of tech, and a wizard in the medbay, though his bedside manner is unusual to say the least.

Blitzwing (he/they)

Blitzwing's triple changing frame was not exactly their choice. Nor were the three personalities their processor splintered into when they were reformatted. Unfortunately, the only ones who really seem to believe them about what happened to them would be the Decepticons. Evidently, when a three faced bot starts babbling about being abducted and experimented on by Senator Ratbat and Sentinel Prime, that comes off less as "honest whistleblower" and more "crazy guy who's been hitting the engex a bit too hard." So, until the real culprits can be exposed for what they are, Blitzwing spends his cycles in the Decepticon ranks, either helping out or causing chaos for funsies.

Lugnut (he/him)

Lugnut is the very picture of a loyal Decepticon, at Megatron's beck and call, ready to back him up every waking second, even when Megs really didn't ask for it. A particularly big and tanky bot, Lugnut is the muscle of Decepticon High Command, an unyielding wall of an opponent. He's also kind of the fun police. Easily jealous, Lugnut has a bit of a grudge against anyone he perceives as Megatron's current favorite (Megatron does not actually pick favorites) and does anything in his power to stay in his master's good graces. As unworthy as he thinks the rest of high command is, ESPECIALLY starscream, he is still a reliable ally and trustworthy teammate to the others when he needs to be.

Other Cons

The Decepticon Base back on Cybertron was already a bit of a hot mess. Now, with Megatron's best mechs missing, it's just a liiittle difficult not to think they're sticking around for a hopeless cause. But, all is not lost. General Strika (she/her) keeps the faction from falling apart, even through the absence of her conjunx, Lugnut. While she handles the practical matters, keeping spirits up falls to the morale officer, Skywarp (any), her trinemate Thundercracker (she/they), and her bestie, Knockout (he/him). Though it's a bit of a difficult task when they're in a ceasefire and they can't even look forward to bashing autobots...

Other Factions

It isn't just the Autobots and Decepticons kicking around Cybertron. Every active Prime has their own band of loyal followers looking to make something of themselves. For better or worse...

Full disclosure, pretty much everything but the Steelguard is subject to a lot of change. There may be more, less, or even totally different factions going forward.

Sentinel Prime (he/him)

Coldhearted, sycophantic, and generally a smug bastard, Sentinel Prime believes in strength above all. Even the vow he took before Primus, "Order Through Strength," reflects that. Having a direct symbiotic connection to Primus went straight to his ego. The guy's downright insufferable. Not that he wasn't before... Sentinel is a loyal guard dog to his liege, Senator Ratbat, and trusts that he'll do anything it takes to maintain order and keep a perfect Cybertron, no matter how grisly or unsavory the cost. He'll have his troops carry out any and all dirty work the Senator needs done without question.

The Steelguard

The Steelguard are Sentinel Prime's followers, largely a band of big headed jerks that think they're Primus's gift to Cybertron and tend not to think too hard about ethics or morals. That's not to say EVERYONE working for Sentinel is a pompous windbag that thinks brute force is a solution to everything. Just most of them. In the very least, Sentinel's prodigy soldier, Breakdown (he/him) seems to have a shred of decency left in him that they haven't been able to snuff out just yet.

Jazz (he/him)

Senator Ratbat's current overworked secretary, and often the subject of Sentinel Prime's petty fits of jealousy. Ratbat takes quite a liking to Jazz, in some twisted sense, often taking him out for drinks or requesting he keep him company in his office. This sets Sentinel off to no end. To Ratbat, Jazz is the only mech on Cybertron worth befriending. To Jazz, Ratbat is quite insane and largely uncomfortable to be around.

Rodimus Prime (he/him)

The newest addition to the roster of active Primes, Rodimus has a very small band of followers that he's still working on a name for. His liege, Senator Ultra Magnus, expects great things from the little Prime, as soon as he figures out how to function normally with the presence of a god in his head, anyway. Though in the meantime, his second in command, Kup, and his high command, Arcee, Blurr and Springer, are happy to pick up the slack. They may not have a name to unite their faction, but they have a creed to uphold: "Hope Endures." They do charity work to keep spirits high while Cybertron is in a bit of a rocky state.

Fire Convoy (he/him)

Nobody knows for certain whether or not Fire Convoy is still online. Most accounts say he went entirely mad, and disappeared without a word, leaving behind his followers, the X-force. Some say he still lives, wandering the Sea of Rust, in search of an ancient titan. The remaining X-force typically keep to themselves, isolated from the remainder of Cybertron in hopes that their prime will return.

The Senate

The governing body of Cybertron, the Senate are appointed by Primus via the Allspark, in a selection process known only to the highest elites. Their top priority is and always will be maintaining order. An increasingly difficult task when the Decepticon menace persists like a nasty infestation of binaroaches. Still, they have full confidence that the primes that serve them will weed out the remaining vermin, no matter how long it takes or how messy it may get.

Senator Ratbat (he/him)

Ratbat values one thing above all else: efficiency. That's why Ratbat is primarily in charge of Cybertron's transport, and all that entails. An efficient Cybertron is a successful Cybertron, and the more like a well oiled machine the world he rules can run, the more the species as a whole can advance, improve, and evolve. No barrier is too great, too grisly, or too taboo to overcome. He will do whatever he must for the good of the world. Whether its inhabitants want it or not.

Senator Alpha Trion (he/him)

Alpha Trion is largely considered the leader among the Senate, as the oldest, wisest, and having been in power the longest. He took in Optimus Prime and gave him purpose after his loss of faith. The mech is like a son to him, really, and he's honored that such a powerful prime with such a dedicated--and useful--following would call him his liege. Alpha Trion strives for a perfect Cybertron above all else, and he truly believes Optimus to be the ticket to that ideal future he has always envisioned.

Senator Perceptor (they/them)

Perceptor is the senator to consult on any and all scientific matters, considered the most intelligent mind at the table. Primarily because they had most of their personality components removed and only has room left in their mind and spark for knowledge. Even their vox synthesizer is a much more archaic and simplistic model than normal, running on software typically only used by drones, all to free up processing power. Occasionally, they have glimmers of emotions they really shouldn't be able to feel with their programming. More often than not, flashes of regret.

Senator Ultra Magnus (he/him)

Ultra Magnus is the bot responsible for planning most of Cybertron's infrastructure, and he takes great pride in the image of a hardworking bot he maintains. His people trust him to consider the population and how to help them best. Well, the populace whose opinions matter, anyway. The expendables can say what they will, whine all day about how they're living in rusted shambles, it matters little to him when he has contributing members of society to appease. Besides, he has his dear Rodimus Prime to keep them quiet with his meaningless little gestures of good will. Quite the useful bot, that Rodimus, if a bit unfocused. Ultra Magnus really just wishes the little Prime would see the big picture and stop fretting over the "less fortunate."

Senator Wingthing (he/him)

Senator Tracks (he/him)

Rich, Noble, and stylish, Tracks has an eye for trends and knows how to set them. Which is quite the useful talent when your job is managing Cybertron's media and propaganda. It's a wonderful thing, being able to keep a whole planet distracted from whatever shady shit you need done behind the scenes.

A product of pure nepotism. Wingthing is often referred to as seat filler, joining the Senate at the same time as his brother, Ratbat, as is tradition when a twin is selected. Describing him generously, Wingthing is an eccentric bot. Describing him not-so-generously, Wingthing is an insufferable, childish moron and a raging misogynist with neither wit nor tact to his name, seemingly only serving to trash talk everything Senator Chromia says. Occasionally he'll help Senator Tracks with his propaganda projects.

Senator Chromia (she/her)

Senator Chromia is the very image of restraint. How else would she be able to listen to every obnoxious word out of Wingthing's mouth without ripping out his entire vox synthesizer? Running both military and law enforcement matters, Chromia is quite the tactician, and merciful enough to hardly ever allow excessive brutality on her own people. Her reassuring presence on the Senate is an inspiration to fembots of all stripes. If she can make it as Cybertron's #1 Girlboss, so can they!

The manifestations of Life and Death, respectively.

Misc

Cedarwood

A small town of humans about fifteen kliks from where the Autobots crashed. Very rural, with a population of self-described hillbillies, rednecks and hicks. The bots aren't sure what any of those words mean, but they're happy to try to make nice with the local organics, whenever they aren't trying to shoot the bots.

Primus and Unicron

Primus, the bored god, inhabits the minds of those it deems worthy, drawing power from their emotions and dedication to their ideals, and watching the chaos and drama his creations cause. Aside from whispering odd non sequiturs and baffling encouragements into the audials of his favorite followers, the strongest vessel for his will is the Allspark, an odd little artifact that never quite likes to stay put.

Unicron, the endless hunger, is a name spoken of in hushed whispers, lest the beast hear you. It is never a matter of if he will find your world. Merely of when. He lies in wait, in deep space, drawn to deep fear and hopelessness, seeking out the most miserable life forms so that he may bring their doom.

Teletraan-1

The primary helper drone on Optimus Prime's vessel, the Ark. Teletraan-1 keeps things ship-shape, helping to run everything from the altmode scanner, to the ship's weapons, to things as simple as connecting to Earth's wifi. It gets things done quick and snappy, it understands Optimus runs a tight ship. Tragically, it never seems to run out of ship puns... Oddly enough, seems to have a strange infatuation with the bot it most interacts with, Prowl, which really shouldn't be possible with it's limited programming. Though with the Allspark so close by, who knows what could happen.

Wreck-gar (he/they/it)

A strange little bot that showed up one day after the Decepticons managed to lose the Allspark for a bit. Equipped with a vacuum on his back and a strange little noisy box the humans call an "accordion," Wreck-gar doesn't seem to know a thing about Cybertron, leaving everyone very confused on just who he is and where he came from.

The Dinobots

Wheeljack's name for the rudimentary security drones he's been planning to make. Inspired by extinct Earth Fauna of tremendous size and power that he found out about from binging Earth documentaries, and this one movie he fell asleep halfway through called Jurassic Park. No way anything this cool could go wrong on him!

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Back on my TWEWY!VBS au bullshit

Featuring headcanons post-Game!!

Toya is less reserved and does things without a hint of shame to the embarrassment of the others

He randomly kisses his teammates (akito corner of mouth, kohane's fingers, an's cheeks) just to see them redden. He enjoys it immensely.

Hes still rlly kind and earnest and genuine but the game kinda fucked with him yanno he's adopted a yolo kinda mindset

Akito is more or less settled in his own skin. Hes had to get some help from others but ultimately he realizes that even without his passion/dream or talent, he is still a very good person and someone important to his team. Hes more of a live for the people you love kinda guy now

Hes still temperamental and moody but around his team he's less harsh and moreso just blunt

When hes embarrassed, he will find kohane first to bury his head in her hair, if he cant find her its an's shoulder, and when those two arent around toya's jacket it is. (Toya does most of the teasing to him, so more than likely akito's trying to hide from him)

An turns up the physical affection a lot. You will now see her hanging off toya and akito's shoulders, linking arms with kohane or just in general having an arm wrapped around their waists

Shes scared if she lets go of them theyll disappear haha abandonment issues go brrrrr

She likes changing up her hairstyle a lot, and lets kohane and akito mess with it. Kohane likes brushing an's hair a lot

Kohane goes nonverbal a lot bc she forgets she has her voice again

When it happens in a show she somehow finds a way to make sure the audience is still engaged haha. She might force herself to make sounds just to backup their song vocals, but this is rare. An akito and toya can tell when she cant speak so taking over her lines is seamless

Though toya once done goofed by doing his funky kohane voice like he does in the hollow song. He thought itd be funny....akito didnt talk to him for a day

All four of them get odd when ppl ask them about their incident and the one week hospitalization

Toya is the most normal, you ask him about it and he just goes quiet and doesnt want to talk about it. Its like attributed to a regular trauma response, bc to everyone else vbs DID nearly die so like.

Akito kinda avoids the issue. When ena corners him about it he shifts to his more polite persona except its jarring bc you can feel him glaring at you. Ena of course is confrontational so another fight breaks out between them

An gets super weird. She starts acting like Nagi -- it was never noticeable at first but the longer she did it ppl started to get concerned.

Kohane suddenly goes Akito Mode, getting all grumpy and huffy haha. Just dont ask about the game to her, it wont end well

Did i mention Joshua becomes Toya's music teacher? Harumichi goes bug eyed at this bc Joshua is kinda famous with classical musicians. That toya managed to ask him for lessons is insane. He starts thinking that toya is back on the classical music grind

Joshua shoots that down pretty quick and says hes a music teacher, not a classical only teacher. Hes got a condition for toya to come to him for lessons, and thats to continue his activities with VBS and succeed at them. Harumichi is stunned lmao

Kohane pesters Neku a lot, as more visually creative people. He helps her create a tag for VBS bc surprise graffitti artist kohane wheeee

She has An or Akito spot her a lot.

No one knows if VBS is dating or not and tbh neither do they, they just like being close.

Akito gets annoyed with some of the reaper uniforms and drags mizuki to help him redesign them (mizuki doesnt know about reapers lol)

An learns breakdancing! She puts a blush on her partners' faces everytime she makes a move, bc goddamn An is fucking gorgeous

They all take commissions and requests from shibuya to perform haha. Ken is surprised when some well known person goes into Weekend Garage to ask specifically for VBS

Ken somehow also becomes their manager. An has tried to tell him he doesnt have to, they can manage, but goddamnit Ken nearly lost his daughter and her friends (ppl he considers his own kids at this point) he really doesnt want to let them out of his sight

The SEKAI changes too. Its still a street sekai, but now there are more...people, kinda? Like in stage sekai theres an audience, the livehouses in Street Sekai have audiences too, which delight the vocaloids

Somehow there are also shops and stores containing the kids' interests

The changes are honestly due to the influences the twewy cast has on VBS. Their souls are unnaturally strong, so some part of their soul latches onto the VBS squad and sorta imprints on the sekai.

Its like fragment sekais but it anchors to the street sekai itself so it becomes stable

So now VBS goes exploring their sekai a lot. Kohane likes going to the rooftops, toya tours the livehouses, an and akito go through the stores

#project sekai #twewy #au #an shiraishi #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #touya aoyagi #kohane azusawa #polysquad #polyvbs #kinda lol #theyre not sure what they are yet #joshua #neku sakuraba #reaper's game

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