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bkd-b3ans · 2 days

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You try to repair a watch, Boothill is being annoying as usual, you end up discovering his neurolink perfectly mimics human emotions.

-> Ship: Boothill X Mechanic!Reader (or just tech savvy idk the term really)

-> Rating: Safe for All

-> TL;DR: Boothill visits you after closing hours, nearly ruins a 5 million watch repair commission, stares for a bit too long while you work and overheats for a bit, ends up learning you live above your own workshop and you learn he gets flustered easy.

-> Extra notes: No idea where I will go with these, I just love writing stuff. Next one is going to be more about touching / feeling, but until then, you too can experience casual chatter. I do not proof read, whatever is written is in accordance to Ellios script, go meow at him. Take this "2nd" part as pure world-building.

-> Word count: 2k~ ish

-> First part: here

Thank you for reading and bearing with my awful English. If you have any prompts I would be more than happy to hear them.

"Pardner? Yoohooo~" Boothill was waving his arm like a manic from the front of the counter, trying to catch your attention, but you were too engrossed in your work, tinkering away with some expensive watch you were paid to fix, the tiny gears and springs neatly organized in your table in tiny boxes with labels, while you were hunched over the table, looking through a magnifying glass and listening to music, tongue almost sticking out like some cartoon character while you were trying to place the gear in its place carefully using some precise tweezers.

For all you cared, your shop was closed for the day, so why would anyone in their right mind, or that knows how to read a sign, would even bother you? Of course you didn't take into account a Galaxy Ranger that had a passion for annoying you at random times.

"Psst, hey, over 'ere..." he sighed, "Fudge this". Impatient as ever, Boothill just helped himself with one of the expensive motor oil cans in the counter and stepped around it, taking off his hat and placing it on your head.

The whole motion made you jump out of your skin, dropping the tweezers together with the very important, one of a kind gear, that you could barely notice while it was on your table, let alone on your floor, rolling off into the void like all of the pens you've lost throughout the years.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MY FUCKING WORK OF MY AEONS-" you took off the hat annoyed, hand still shaking from the scare and heart running laps in your chest. Shoving the hat into Boothills chest, you couldn't help but be angry at the man, sighing.

"Damn sugar-cube, didn't know ye were this jumpy. Ye should be more aware of yer surroundings you know?"

"What the hell does that mean. MY SHOP IS CLOSED BOOTHILL, CAN'T YOU READ??"

"Well, not your language no, it's all a bunch of jumbles and lines"

You looked confused for a moment before realizing that neither of you were from the same planet. You rubbed the bridge of your nose, trying to get rid of your furrow.

"Just, shut up and help me look for that gear. AND PUT THE DAMN CAN DOWN"

He raised his arms in defeat, putting down the can of motor oil and looking around your workbench while you were painfully looking for the gear with your magnifying glasses.

"Lotta' shiny pieces you have on the table. Are these really more important than your good old buddy, Boothill?"

"Unless you're willing to give me 5 million, then yes"

Boothill choked

"5 million?? For some beautiful watch?"

"What can I say, some people have more than they know what to do with. Now stop yapping and get on your knees, I can't see shit."

"Is that an invitation, darling?"

"... BOOTHILL!"

"Aye aye, don't get your feathers ruffled like this darling, just sit there and be pretty"

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You couldn't help but be annoyed still, slumped in your chair, fiddling with your pen, while Boothill was looking around. How long has it been already, maybe a few minutes? Hours? Days??? Your work couldn't wait that much, and each ticking second felt agonizing. You were so close too, getting interrupted was the last thing you needed right now. You always had plans, a schedule, deadlines, you couldn't afford the unpredictability that is Boothill sometimes.

You almost got too lost in your thoughts before you heard a sudden thud, metal against wood, and a proud exclamation.

"Here it is sugar-cube, your pretty little thing... Cogwheel whatever. Now can you stop looking like someone spat in your food or do I need to repair this watch myself to make you happy?"

You could swear sometimes he was like a dog, a big doberman. For as scary as he could look sometimes, you couldn't help but be unable to push him away. All you could do was just let out an amused scoff, taking the gear piece in the palm of your hand, and gently placing it in it's box.

"No, no, you've done enough damage already. Why are you here even?"

"Just wanted to pay my best buddy a visit? What, a man can't do that no more?"

"No fixing your body? No maintenance work? Really nothing? Just a visit? Odd, thought you were a busy man"

"Oh I sure am sugar-cube, but sometimes even I need to sit down and relax."

"... In my workshop"

"In yer workshop, yes."

You sighed

"Fine, fine, stay for as long as you need, but don't touch anything that is in this-" you motion around your workbench "general area"

He tipped his hat in acknowledgment

"Aye aye, I'll stay put, fudge me, you can be very serious sometimes."

"5 million"

"Right yes, that's understandable."

You went back to work, trying to finish placing the last pieces inside that damned watch, headphones back on your ears. Boothill was simply slumped on the couch you kept around the waiting area, that barely saw any use to begin with. He was just looking around, bored out of his mind, the silence really starting to get to him. On occasion he's throw you glances, looking like a kicked puppy only to be met by your back either way. Yet he couldn't help but notice the few tics you had, tapping your foot, humming to yourself from time to time, arranging your hair by shaking your head around, and just how damn beautiful you looked in that dim warm light.

By no means we're you prettied up and groomed, after all, working with machinery all day will just lead to one always being covered by oil or sutt, clothes messy, the tools around your belt loud and heavy, but to him, it was part of the charm. The passion you had for what you did, the care you treated everything with, even his own body when it needed repairs. Sure, you two may butt heads more often than goats, but you were the reason he kept making his trips back to your workshop for any needs. He trusted you, felt comfort in your presence.

He could feel his insides start to heat up, his mind trailing off. Sure, he couldn't blush for the love of him, after all blood stopped flowing through his body long, long ago, but his body still reacted from time to time to strong emotions, and now it was no different. It felt, uncomfortable almost, a strange emptiness in his metal gut. Maybe it was the bullets he snacked in like some chips, or maybe it was more than that. He just simply pulled his hat over his eyes to focus and calm down.

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Finally, after so many hours, you were finally done, the watch ticking gleefully, almost as if happy with it's new look. You sighed in relief, finally placing down your headphones and slumping in your chair, pulling your glasses up.

"Finally... I swear they are trying to drive me insane with all these new 'trinkets' that have way too many small pieces for their own good. How you holding up, Boots?"

"Fine as ever sugar, bored out of my mind, but rested"

"Yeah, I can see that, you've already made a dent in my couch"

"Hey, I helped ya find that gear for free, can't I get some more respect"

"And who's fault was it that I dropped it?" You said, raising your eyebrow.

"Aye aye, sorry 'bout that."

There was a moment of pause

"Say, partner, you've messed around inside my body for a while now. Do you know if there's any functions that might mimic proper human emotions?"

"Human emotions? Hmmm"

You thought for a moment, trying to remember if you've seen any kind of code that might do that.

"I don't think I've seen anything like that, but I've also never like, actually paid attention. There may be some functions that mimic that, after all, you might need them to think and work properly. Why?"

"Ah, nothing important, was just wondering."

"I can always check if you want. Of course, for a price"

He couldn't help but scoff, amused "You were never free eh?"

"Someone has to eat"

"Sure, sure. I mean why not, might as well get this mystery solved, since I'm here and have nothing better to do."

"Then come with me"

You both went inside your garage, Boothill already used to all the steps, laying down on the weird table chair as he put it while you connected the cables to the back of his neck, opening the hologram screens.

"Let's see..." you rubbed your chin, pacing around while moving around screens, trying to find anything remotely similar to what Boothill mentioned, but it was rather hard. Every line kept changing dictating different functions every moment.

"Hmm...."

"Anything the matter?"

"No, I just realized why I might have never seen that kind of function. Your neurolink is adapting to everything you do, so it's changing constantly. I think the only way to spot anything us to trigger whatever made you so curious about your 'emotions'"

"Trigger em? And how the fork do you plan on doing that?"

You thought for a moment, moving next to Boothill, dragging the screens along with you. You didn't really give a warning as you poked his chest with a screwdriver, noticing some changes.

"What in the beautiful sky are you doing?"

"There it is" you just pointed at the screen at the suddenly changing lines.

"Your body reacts to your mental state. Right now you are confused"

"I sure as warm lake I am, you're poking me around with a screwdriver."

"What else would have you wanted me to do? Touch you with my own hands?"

He was about to say something, but you grabbed one of the screens, squinting at it.

"Getting flustered, Boots?" You could almost feel your own smug smile forming on your face.

"Flustered? Please, you'd think I'd get 'flustered' from just a check-up?"

"Bashful... Interesting"

"Hey! Stop saying things and answer me, sweetheart"

"And annoyed. Yeah, you do seem to have those functions, and they're damn advanced to mimic human emotions. Guess you aren't just metal after all. You still have the ability to feel. It's interesting how this changes..."

You got too focused on the lines of code, not paying attention to how you started leaning against the table, your hand extremely close to Boothills, fingers almost touching. Sure, you were just staring at the lines changing, but Boothill was staring at your hand, annoyed almost that he couldn't just grab it, only to be confused over why he was annoyed. You just chuckled to yourself and pushed the screen away, unplugging the cables.

"Well, mystery solved, your neurolink functions exactly like a brain and it sends the proper signals, so your body will be affected by your emotions."

"Great-" he rolled his eyes, standing up and scratching the back of his head "You need a new table, this one is forking uncomfortable."

"I don't take feedback"

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say darling." he just hopped off the table, adjusting his hat.

"H-"

"1k credits"

"Damn, let me finish at least. Fine, you know the drill"

"Nah, I'll let it slide this time. Getting to check your internals can be fun sometimes" you patted his back

"I'll go home, unless you want to guard my shop, you should leave too."

"You don't just live in your workshop??"

"...what...?"

"You know, like, I've always only seen you here, where is your home even."

"Oh... Oh! I guess you can say that? My home is upstairs, I bought the whole building when I opened so everything on the ground floor is the shop, upstairs is my place."

"Ok that makes sense... Can I-"

"No"

"Fine fine, I'll go my merry way then. I'll see you next time partner, and thank you for the free check-up"

"Don't get too used to them"

He nodded, tipping his hat and leaving.

#boothill honkai star rail #honkai star rail #hsr #fanfic #hsr fanfic #honkai star rail fanfic #boothill x reader #boothill x you #boothill fanfic #my stuff

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zkaus · 13 hours

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At the back of my copy of The Vampire Armand, there's an old interview with Anne Rice talking about creating that novel. I've never forgotten her answer to one of the questions... It haunted me for years.

It gives incredible insight into how and why she wrote such beautiful, brutal and broken characters, and what she endured in the creation process.

BUT before you read this, I'm going to STRONGLY warn you, it goes to very very DARK places

Q: What are your work habits for a novel?

A: Once I truly begin to write, I work obsessively, in twelve-hour days, punctuated by days of long sleep and vivid dreaming. Starting time and ending time are no longer important. I might begin at 9 A.M., or after noon or at eight in the evening. I go from there. I turn on the computer and write, write, write.

My room is a mess. Notes are scribbled on the walls so that I can look up at them at the appropriate moments and insert the date, the name, whatever, when I need it. Books are stacked so high that people have to search for me when they come into the room. Opened books with marked-up pages are stacked on top of one another.

I become suicidal. I go through a horrid despair some time or other before the final page, during which everything seems meaningless—from the dawn of history to the very hour in which I am writing.

I’m intolerable to live with. But I spread myself thin over a number of loved ones and staff members so that no one person has to put up with how intense, hysterical, and miserable I am.

When I get elated and talk fast and furiously about wonderful aspects of history or the characters, or good developments in the story, people run away from me. I don’t blame them.

While the novel is being written, I try to avoid dressing for outdoors. No one can make you go out if you don’t have shoes on. Not even in the south. I wear long velvet robes and soft velvet slippers. I refuse to go out. All food is brought in. I eat hamburgers because they are easy to hold with one hand while reading and holding the book with the other hand.

In the middle of the night I read, sometimes on the carpeted floor of the bathroom, just because it’s warm. I am wretched. I don’t care anymore about being abnormal. Writing is everything. Everything. It seems impossible to write the book. It seems impossible to lift a hairbrush to brush my hair. But I do it. I put on mascara every day that I write.

This period of intense work lasts about six weeks. It’s best that way. My imagination is overheated, and my memory clogged with data of varying importance. If I go over six weeks, I begin to forget things; I feel the loss of intensity and information and I become all the more self-destructive and obsessed.

The end of the book is a big event for me. A big event. I start screaming. I put the hour and the date at the end of the last page. I expect everybody to understand, at least a little. It’s a triumph! The darkness of destiny has been driven back for a brief while. I celebrate. I scream, eat chocolate, and sleep.

Right near the end of writing The Vampire Armand, I realized I had to return to Italy, especially to Florence, and at once I began to make preparations for the trip. As soon as the novel was finished and off to the publisher’s, as soon as it could be accomplished, I flew to Italy. That gave me hope, a way out of a life threatening darkness that often follows the climax of a book. But I still ate chocolate and screamed.

While writing, I don’t want to rest. I don’t want to sleep. Why sleep? It seems stupid, except when weariness overcomes me like a giant cloud of poisonous vapor. Then I sleep fifteen to twenty hours. I tell people to go in and out of the bedroom and ignore me lying there, as if I were dead. I won’t talk on the phone. I won’t open my eyes if I don’t have to. I dream terrible, upsetting dreams.

I want to kill myself. But I can’t. I can’t do it to other people, and I have work that must be done, novels that must be written. So I don’t kill myself. Besides, I don’t think it’s good to kill oneself. It’s a horrible idea. It has a horrible effect even on acquaintances.

I think a lot about people I loved who are dead. I think of how dead they are, year after year, ever more dead.

#interview with the vampire #anne rice #the vampire armand #the vampire chronicles #iwtv #the vampire lestat #louis de pointe du lac #interview #tw: sucidal thoughts #mental health #writing

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chaifootsteps · 18 hours

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about the tweet that was like 'sick of people bringing up "Stella was forced into the marriage too!" as a talking point because it's taking what's meant to be Stolas' sympathetic backstory and projecting it onto Stella instead. It implies they'd find Stolas' character more palatable if he were a straight female'

so they agree? they agree the sole purpose of the backstory was to make Stolas look sad and sympathetic?

this is just saying the quiet part loud tbh: it was never a complex story about the society of Hell and how its hierarchies can make even the elite royals suffer due to nonsensical rules, or how producing powerful heirs was considered more important than everything else even as it screws up several lives in the process.

It was always about making Stolas look like better and Stella being a prop in that. What's next, the stans come out and outright say that they're tired of people wanting the show to make Stella a consistent actual character instead of a one note hate sink, because that's all she was intended to be? (wouldn't be surprised if someone had already said as much)

This is framed like it's some kind of defense of Stolas or gotcha at people annoyed of the writing of Stella, but it's so accidentally revealing.

They're essentially saying that the show was intended to be badly written and one note and that's fine because the only thing that matters is stanning Stolas. They've completely failed to understand the nature of the criticism, too -

The entire problem people have with this scenario is that it's framed as Stolas' sympathetic backstory ONLY. No one is saying Stolas is not a victim of the arrangement or they'd feel sorrier for him if he was female. What they're saying is that BOTH Stolas and Stella were victims of the arrangement because neither of them wanted this. That shouldn't be that hard to understand and yet the response to a critique of the show's writing is 'I'm so tired of seeing this take because face value'

Also, no one is 'projecting' anything onto Stella. This isn't a case of taking a defining character trait or backstory from one character and handing it to another one. It IS part of Stella's backstory too that she was also forced into a marriage (and having a child) that she didn't want. Saying only the audience should only talk about how it happened to Stolas because Stolas is the only one the show has decided matters is ignoring part of the show's own text at best and misogynistic garbage at worst.

All of this is true, and also Elcee's the same person who said that rapists deserve sympathy and mercy. Elcee's never had a good opinion about anything.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #vivziepop fandom #actual blog post

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mistfallengw2 · 1 month

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Feel free to be more specific in comments/notes if you want! If you want to elaborate further, how do you organize them? By role, species, age, alphabetical order, vibes or something else?

#I use a mix of improperly used site (Trello) and writing it all down in Drive (docs and sheets my beloved)#sure I also use tumblr but it's all already written in the sacred texts(?) so that feels like an extension of my note docs #and lol it used to be ALL in my mind. then I learned not to trust my memory too much. anything I think and I like goes down on a note.#that said I'm considering moving it all to Obsidian (as soon as I learn how to use it) because of some nitpicks I have with docs #anyway so far I organized my gw2 ocs in story-relevancy categories: Main. Extra. Background. Companions.#mains do story-relevant stuff. extras are supporting characters to mains or have minor roles in important story stuff. backgrounds are -#- mostly family or part of others' backstory. companions are pets/mounts/constructs/creatures (and get their own subcategories).#I should probably go back and change some OCs' categories though oops #poll #am curious therefore I ask #(and I need to compare how I do these things because I feel like I could improve in some areas)

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sparky-is-spiders · 6 months

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S1 Jonsasha AU where Sasha is the Archivist and they start slowly spiraling as they uncover more and more mysteries. Their fascination with The Horrors drives them into each other’s arms. They stay later and later. The storage closet becomes a shared living space for them. Martin hasn’t noticed. Tim doesn’t know what to say to get his friends back. They’re losing themselves in the Archives. They egg each other on. They start becoming more paranoid. Jon is so endlessly, doggedly loyal. This is the only person who can understand him. This is the only person who he has ever understood. They love each other so so much.

#HNGGGGGHGNNGHH I’M LOSING MY MIIIIIIIIIIND #they make me so insane istg #obligatory no j//mart in my jonsasha please and thank you #ok also important to note: jonsasha is t4t and their autism aligns #anyway i think about them so often. so much potential there they make me crazy #if you ever want to share thoughts about jonsasha they are always welcome here #they were made for each other. they’re perfect for each other. do you see? do you SEE??#i’m also endlessly fascinated by the potential of archivist!sasha/archival assisstant!jon #jon is her weird little loser freak and they would do anything for each other <3 #jonsasha #somewhere out there is a universe where sasha survives s1 and a certain other character (who i will not name as i am Main Tagging)#takes her place and dies instead and she and jon can become the fucked up eyeball monsters they were always meant to be <3<3<3<3<3 #tma #the magnus archives #sasha james #jon sims #jonathan sims #edited to change the wording in one of the last few sentences because i had written it wrong. very tired. goodnight.

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witchloversupreme · 7 months

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If you take a step back and really look at them, Gaius (in ARR, at least) and Edmont are actually pretty interesting foils for each other, because one is a deeply, deeply awful person who is an incredible father, while the other is one of the most moral and kind people on the planet who's given all of his kids massive, incredibly self-destructive complexes.

Like, Gaius genuinely adores all his children, even Livia, despite her incredibly disturbing fixation on him, and is very obviously gutted by the idea that they'd go to war without him to protect them, while Edmont very clearly only cared about Haurchefant, foisting all the First Born Son responsibilities on Artoirel but giving him absolutely none of the respect, and hardly remembering that Emmanellain even exists save to scold him.

Hell, even Haurchefant, even though he was the favorite, didn't get particularly better treatment because of Countess Fortemps (incredibly understandable) hatred of him, which led to Haurche becoming self-destructively self-sacrificing to try and get at least a little of the respect he deserves from his peers, and eventually lead to his death at The Vault.

#Its important to note that I'm not making any moral judgment towards people who really like either Gaius or or Edmont #They're both fantastically written characters with well done arcs that I'm happy to see whenever they show up in MSQ or side content #I also feel like I need to point out that yes I know Gaius being a good dad IS a retcon introduced in ShB and the Werlyt Raids #but it doesn't really change my point at all #Anyway #The Fortemps family is a cocktail of mental illness and I'm sad we never get to meet Countess Fortemps to learn just how fucked up SHE was #FFXIV #edmont fortemps #haurchefant greystone #artoirel de fortemps #emmanellain de fortemps #heavensward #shadowbringers #gaius van baelsar

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starlooove · 2 months

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Ppl will say fanon v canon doesn’t matter and it’s all jokes and I’m sooooo close to going sure sometimes and then I remember y’all removed a major role of one of the if not THEE most prominent black character in Bruce’s story who was created a whole decade before tim and gave it to tim based off a run where he literally handed the role back! Like IN THE COMIC Tim was CEO in name only and handed it back to Lucius relieved when he didn’t need to front anymore like.

#also if I said y’all took a lot of what tam does and her character traits and handed them off to tim….#like from that run #it’s crazy bc I always say that’s like the only comic tim stans read #but if that’s true the racism isn’t even covert anymore el oh el #tim Drake #it’s actually about him this time #I’m not gonna clog Lucius or tam tags any further tho #oh and on the tam note #her quick thing and sheer insanity was seen as naivety from tim even tho it saved his ass quite a few times #mainly that Vicki vale shit #which is hung up on LUCIUS’ wall #bc it’s HIS office #bc HE is the CEO.#I think it’s so funny how Bruce quest was like unreliable narrator knows their unreliable and thinks that knowledge means that everything t #they say is true bc they acknowledge that maybe they’re not thinking healthily #which is so fucking fun #but y’all go ‘yesss this is Tim!’#like no! it’s not! and tim knows that! and he’s too high strung to be pissed or scared about it!#AND THAT IS WHAT SHOULDVE HAPPENED NEXT #IK cómics don’t like to acknowledge that kinda trauma and shit #but something going deep into Tim’s mental state at the time and how he was impacted in daily and personal life #(bc instead of black characters being written out and ignored I’m choosing to believe tam distanced herself bc he was such a Dick)#Like that would’ve been craaaazy #like even tims lack luster reaction at seeing Kon in Paris after he was DEAD #And then later having the emotional reaction like he really kept that shit on the backburner #but noooo he’s so badass and a killer 🥺#anyways justice for the fox family #at least for Lucius like he and cyborg are in the same boat for me #where they’ve been around for so long and have been so important (cyborg on a waaaay wider scale)#that the fact that they don’t get their flowers in favor of making shit up for tim is SICK

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numbuh424 · 10 days

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Hello! I really love your Death Note art!! Especially your blog header. I saw it and thought it was so cool how you copied the manga style!! Your posts about it say they're you're Death Note OC? Do you have anymore info you can share about them or previous posts about them? Are they a Death Note user? I'm really curious cause the art is so cool and I love reading about people's OCs. That's all, thanks for all the cool art you make!

Hello!! Thank you so much for enjoying my art 🙏 And thank you for asking about my OC! I've never really talked about her publicly before just cause I've never really... Made an OC before? So this ask made me really happy 🥹 I'll try to keep this short but it definitely won't be lol because I don't know when I'll ever get to talk about her again.

Years ago I had a plot stewing in my head for a story where Near shuts down the L successor program, steps down as L, and puts the title to rest. It takes place a year after the A-Kira story, which is around 10 years after Death Note's main story.

The idea was that someone began exposing Wammy's for their covered-up misdeeds and the fact that this is where successors of L were being raised. Because of that information being leaked, Wammy's House becomes unsafe for everyone in it.

OC talk under the cut 🙏

Apart from needing an antagonist who leaks all this information, I also needed a character who was there during the years Near wasn't to fill in the gaps for him and lead him to the culprit.

All the major information about her is here on this OC character profile I made a while back. Lee honestly began as a general persona/self-insert that I use whenever I want to draw myself. I still often use her as my persona when I make silly doodles and whatnot. However, as a Death Note OC, I've really lost control of her and she has just gone on to take a life of her own lol

Lee comes from Wammy's House and entered when she was 12, a lot later than the rest. She first arrived only months before L died and Near and Mello left to hunt Kira. Though gifted with photographic memory, she could never really make it into the successor program through that alone. Despite this, she dedicated her years at Wammy's to pursuing the title against all odds, only to come up short every single time until she finally graduated. Knowing she wasted years pursuing the title, she grew bitter towards L and the program and left the orphanage to pursue an art career like she originally wanted.

She became an art teacher and kept her distance from anything related to the crime/police/investigators. Unfortunately, as fate would have it (fate being me, the person controlling everything about her life), she became a witness to a crime where she used her skills to draw the culprit. Her sketch is what gets the man arrested and what causes the police to recruit her. Though she always said she'd abstain from detective work after wasting her time on it at Wammy's, she can't ignore the good she can do through her work, so she agrees to work part-time lowkey.

She doesn't like having the spotlight on her, as years of fighting for it in her youth have worn out her motivation for being seen. She keeps her past under lock and key and lies about it constantly, but her memory allows her to keep track of her lies easily.

Her role in the story is that her past identity (her real name and lived experiences) is stolen and used to frame her as the person leaking information about the orphanage - an "insider tells all" who wants to destroy L, Quillish Wammy, and the orphanage. Because Lee is so detached from her past, at first she lets the culprit just use her old identity. It's not her anymore, anyway, so why bother her about it? It's only when the culprit starts murdering people and throws her current identity under the bus that she starts sweating. There's a criminal investigation underway and she's their only suspect.

Near and his team know she's not behind any of this; they're really the only ones who know for sure because of his ties to Wammy's (it's kind of a reverse L and Light situation where he's sure it's not her but everyone else is out to get her lol). However, she can definitely help point them in the direction of the person who's behind it all.

The problem is Lee's animosity towards the L program extend to Near, who is the only L she really knows considering the real L died a few months after she arrived at the orphanage. Near tries to bring her on board for the case since she's the best lead they could possibly ask for, but because of her distaste towards L and the orphanage, she refuses to join at first. The culprit going one step further and framing her for murder is what pushes her to finally go with Near and his team because her life has fallen apart and the police are coming to get her.

She really doesn't wanna help L and joins mostly for self preservation. She kinda gets a kick out of the fact that she has information the world's greatest detective can't get from anyone else. It's childish of her, but what's Death Note without a bit of childishness.

Also, to answer your other question, she's not a Death Note user. I certainly intended for her to be back then (hence the art I made for her where she has the notebook) but the story I came up with has undergone dramatic changes since. She still very much works with pen and paper, just not in that way anymore lol

That's most of the basic information about her and her role in the story I may or may not ever write. I honestly have the broad strokes mapped out already, including the ending.

Spoilers (for a story that only exists in my head lol), Near has Wammy's House demolished and has a new institution built for the kids. The successor program is dissolved and he has Lee head the art department since she was already an art teacher before everything happened.

Thanks so much for asking about her 🙏

#death note #original character #oc #death note oc #death note original character #elle draws #elle is talking again #hard launching my OC at 2am #thank you anon for asking now she can break free from the confines of my mind and enter yours #when I talk about the really cool story I have in my head that may or may not ever be written I'm talking about hers fyi #if anyone read all this thank you for perceiving her she's so important to me #OC tag: Lee

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sunset-peril · 2 months

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Social Makeup Study - Hateno Village (HFS, TotK)

Village Structure

Leadership system: Eldership and a monarchy-like structure both appear to be used at once. An electoral system has become popular with some citizens, and Hyrule's monarchy has begun to restore itself, both further complicating the matter. Traditionally, Hateno used an eldership system exclusively, but Hyrule's sudden destruction 100 years ago brought elements of a monarchy (primarily that there is one leader who inherits the position).

Leader/Ruler: Reede Imperial (leader/mayor, under dispute), Link Hyrule (elder, under dispute, King of Hyrule)

Economy: As a former land of exile, Hateno is traditionally non-exporting. However, the village became known for agriculture and dye production after the Age of Burning Fields. Recently, the village has become a hub for textiles such as clothing and hats. The past century has brought significant changes in this area, which has also brought unease.

Demographics: Historically was 100% Pedigreed Wolfbred, although the modern village has a makeup of approximately 50% Wolfbred/Wolfbred Hybrid and 50% Hylian. This shift was also brought about in the last 100 years.

Beliefs and Afterlife: A Hylia-worshipping village. Wolfbred mythology depicts them having been created by the Twilight's interaction with their ancestor and believe that the Twilight became heritable through his line. Although the Twilight Realm is not an afterlife realm (nor was it intended to be), the Wolfbred still believe their ghosts will be returned to the Realm when their bodies fail because of their own Twilight, and believe that Midna created the Celaeno Orientalis constellation (a wolf-like constellation that appears over Hateno) as a replacement for the Mirror of Twilight to help their souls return "home". Due to the Mirror of Twilight's destruction, there is no way to confirm or deny this belief; however, it appears to have been reinforced by Link's successful command of both Wolfbred-like spirits and Hylia's Honor Guard (souls of past heroes) in battle.

Citizens

Link (Imperial) Hyrule: The last documented male Wolfbred, and the last Wolfbred born under exile. For this reason, he’s referred to as the last “Pedigreed Wolfbred”. Champion of Hyrule/Hylians, despite not technically being Hylian, and beloved mate of Princess Zelda. Died during the Great Calamity, but not before becoming King of Hyrule. The first Wolfbred King since Kakku. Cause of death: fatal battle wounds. He was resurrected 100 years after his death, and reigns over Hyrule today with his beloved. The Sheikah crowned him King Sovereign before Calamity Ganon was sealed for good, as the throne would pass to whichever of King Rhoam's heirs/relatives was found alive first. Called "Grandpa" (sometimes written "Grandpaw") by his extended family. Has developed blindness in one eye as well as joint pain, two common signs of a Wolfbred's aging, and is technically retired from all soldiering.

Zelda (Esmerelda) Hyrule: The first Hylian to marry into the tribe in 10,000 years due to the exile, and mother of Hyrule's first (chronologically-speaking) Wolfbred-Hylian hybrid: Zelda Ivee. Said to be the only true Hylian who could speak the Wolfbred tongue fluently before the Calamity. The Sheikah's crowning of Link restarted the Kingdom of Hyrule, so this Princess hasn't seen a need to rush her ascension to the Queen's throne. Her temper was found to be of Wolfbred descent, as she is Karu’s descendant. A beloved teacher at the newly build Hateno Schoolhouse.

Zelda Ivee Hyrule: King Link and Princess Zelda’s beloved little girl and the new Princess Zelda. She is the first Wolfbred hybrid since her distant ancestor Karu, and her soul is over a century old despite her age of five. Her upbringing will likely shape the future of Hyrule, as her parents come from such different backgrounds. Current studies regarding her aim to identify whatever might trigger the aggressive tendencies her family tree is infamous for, so her exposure to such triggers can be limited.

Reede Imperial: Leader of Hateno Village and descendant of Sydnei (Link's sister). He retains a strong desire to stay in tune with his heritage and prides himself on keeping Hateno just the way it was during the exile: a safe haven for the Wolfbred. He inherited the antagonistic tendencies of his family. Although he is generally a very peaceful, vegetable-loving man, he has recently begun to display aggressive behavior, and has gotten in a few fights. (Now that the villagers think about it, so has Link.)

Clavia Imperial: Reede's wife and the mother of Karin. Clavia is Hylian, but has been accepted into the Clan as if she was Wolfbred. While her daughter is in school, she spends time at Link and Zelda's, often helping tidy the place so the half-blind Link can keep his last good eye on his pup. Besides, she believes it does Link good to have someone other than Zelda to talk to.

Karin Imperial: Reede and Clavia's daughter, and a pupil of Zelda's. Currently, Karin is not affected by her family's tendencies. Purah aims to prevent exposing both her and Zelda Ivee to whatever causes those tendencies to develop. Although, considering how riled up their fathers have suddenly gotten, Purah and her fellow researchers may have to work fast to identify the cause and isolate it from the girls.

Sophie and Cece: A pair of Wolfbred-Hylian sisters. Cece is eldest. Their existence greatly influences modern Wolfbred-Hylian relations as Sophie is considered legally Wolfbred, while Cece is the first hybrid to not be legally Wolfbred, at least within the village. Surprisingly, Sophie is the more docile of the two. Cece recently moved back in after traveling the world to study fashion. Village opinions are mixed. Link and Sophie are friends. Link and Cece are not.

Ivee: Daughter of the family who runs East Wind General Store. It's rumored that she was actually named after Zelda Ivee, as Hateno thought she'd been killed in-utero during the Great Calamity.

Pruce, Amira and Azu: Family of Ivee, runs East Wind. Ancestor was a dear friend of Ordon, which strengthens the rumors about the origins of Ivee's name. Father, mother and younger brother, respectively. Azu has taken fondly to "protecting" the village, a tendency that often develops in Wolfbred males as they approach and reach puberty.

Tamana: A former Cucco rancher, and Teebo's mother.

Teebo: A very polite Wolfbred pup and Tamana's son. Has shown an immense interest in weapons and the warrior arts since he was very young, and now fills a slot on the day-shift Hateno guard. His apparently innate interest in warrior arts and protection have brought him and Link into a mentor-mentee relationship.

Medda: A tomato-raising farmer, and Aster's father. His wife passed many years ago, but he and his daughter seem to be doing well.

Aster: Medda's daughter. Loves tomatos and froggies, and recently moved next door to Link and Zelda.

Dantz, Koyin: A family of Wolfbred who live outside the town on a farm in the forest, completely devoted to the ways of their ancestors. Father and daughter, respectively.

Sayge, Senna and Sefaro: Family running the Kochi Dye Shop. Sayge and Senna are devoted artisans, who are thriving with Hateno's new textile based market. Sefaro, however, is a much more studious soul who prefers to read history books at the schoolhouse. He's tried to badger Link into teaching him more sensitive history like the Great Calamity, Wolfbred Exile and Sheikah Fallout; currently to little-to-no avail. Perhaps when the little historian is older... or when other tensions in the village smooth over....

Prima: Said to be the prettiest Wolfbred after Midna Marie. May be related to Linky due to the strong facial resemblance to his mother, but is clearly not of the Imperial family.

Worten: Prima's husband. A Wolfbred-Hylian hybrid like his wife, which was seen as a milestone for the species (as hybrids had become distant enough to interbreed again)

Uma: An elderly Wolfbred-Hylian. One of the first hybrids to be born, and has lived since the Age of Burning Fields. Full of knowledge about the village and its history, with a priceless ability to see multiple perspectives for almost any conflict in the village. She usually attempts to soothe Link and Reede when they are riled, often with more success than their wives.

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scottie-draws-sometimes · 8 months

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I’ve been trying to explore the fashion senses of my various OCs lately.. which is……. harder than I thought it would be

But anyways. Yep. First OC art post…….. yeah it’s a tired week this week so. Hope ppl enjoy these guys because I sure do

#not expecting a lot of attention for this one but honestly that’s fine #I love these guys and inns loves these guys and that’s all I jeed #it’s fun drawing new outfits tho!!#OC art #oh oh and I even thought of a great yay #look look #Karl’s characters #look I know it works better orally than written but I like it #maybe I change the c to a k………. idk #Crab Doodles #btw the drawing w the ‘I’m with stupid’ shirts #those two are twins #felt that was important note

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vividaway · 7 months

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characters i decided are autistic

Castiel from Supernatural

Temperance from Bones

Meredith from Greys Anatomy

Spencer from Criminal Minds

Phoebe Buffay from Friends

Logan Sanders from Sanders Sides

Zack Addy from Bones

Crybaby from K-12

George O'Malley from Greys Anatomy

Connor from Detroit: Become Human

Peridot from Steven Universe

Adrien Agreste from Miraculous Ladybug

#note: idc if theyre canon!#there are a few autistic coded characters as well #likes bones #she was written as autistic but the execs were cowards #and thought it'd drop the ratings if she was openly autistic #hence: I DECIDED !#love u #mwah #kissy kissy #also idk if its relevant but im autistic #actually autistic #thats why i wanted to make this #just dont want anything to think this is an allistic headcanoning things or smthn like that #not that i personally care. it just feels... important #alyssa posts

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cinderspots · 6 months

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A billion other people have said this I'm sure but you and Finch's comments on that one post were a breath of fresh air. Fandom, especially the one for RL, are fun places and they should stay that way and I don't want any kind of fighting to make people not want to be part of the fandom or RL so thank you for your comments and we all hope y'all are okay ♥️

Everyone is okay ❤️ And I'm glad that this was more or less resolved within a day, and we can get back to our regularly scheduled shenanigans

#cinderasks #compiling my notes is taking a really long time bc uh oh! theres a lot going on :|#whoops turns out every piece of transactional lore of characters is really important to understand the character #whoops i have two years worth of things to put in it 0% of it wad written down so only the things i remember are going in #whoops! whoops! whoops! my hand slipped :(#anyways mirandas lore is actually insane and im scared to get into donnas now #bc just making the table for miranda was enough to take 50 years off my life #might make a graph for donna who knows

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quirkle2 · 2 years

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I actually want the scarf backstory.

(warnings in the tags)

ok so here's the sitch, the scarf will come eventually i promise

wars' entire life growing up in castle town was just . frankly shitty GVYEAGIV his family was decently wealthy and they easily had food on the table, but wars' father was a Dick and very much not a good parent

wars' mother on the other hand, was like . basically The World to him. in his little 8-year-old eyes she was Everything and he followed her around everywhere she went and he just adored her. she was always so gentle and patient w him and she made sure to teach him how to be kind above all else. she was the one who kept him from letting the arrogance and just,, general toxic behavior of a LOT of people in castle town influence him

she gives him a big orange scarf that she made at some point, just a little gift for when he's older and able to wear it, but he ends up adoring it so much that he wears it even when he's Tiny and gets very attached to it

his mother sadly passes from illness when wars is 8. him being a little guy and not knowing how to process grief in the slightest, he grasps at the only thing he has left of her and that's the scarf—it becomes a comfort item, smth he can't leave his own room without having it wrapped around him

his father starts training him when he's 9 in hopes of making him a soldier good enough to defend the kingdom. he grows up, doesn't make many friends, and eventually climbs the ranks until around the time his game begins. his father dies in battle before wars is even promoted to captain. all that hard work to make him proud, and he never sees him succeed

impa promotes him and hands him the blue scarf, and he's forced to discard his precious orange one in exchange for the Hero's garb. it feels heavy in his hands, heavy on his shoulders, and even though he's 18 when this happens, he's still far too young to rly understand the scope of what he's being dragged into

months later, he knows. he knows far too well why that scarf had felt so heavy on him when he'd first donned it

i'm sure u can guess where i'm goin w this, but all the Expectations and the High Standards and the Pressure of being the hero sorta just melds w the scarf in his mind, and when he puts that thing on, he feels all of it weigh on him

the people in his kingdom are Critical. they love him and they hate him and they praise him and they mock him and u know how being a Big Figure goes, right? every little thing he does is treated with both cheers and malice and usually, to him, the malice reaches much further

they ridicule him for just abt everything. he stands next to artemis as she's giving a speech, acting as her bodyguard—rly just there for show since he never says much during the parades and the announcements—and people in the crowd r making gestures at him, slitting-throat signs w their hands, yelling and mouthing death threats right at his face. when he returns from a long battle injured and beaten, they accuse him of being a poor choice for a war, not good enough of a fighter, not strong enough; when he returns uninjured, they claim he's slacking and letting his underlings take the hits instead

and during the war ? wars' life is just . ,,,so so bad in the mental health department. he's Completely alone. he lives by himself, he has no friends, and impa and artemis are more coworkers than they are companions, even if they claim to have his back. he's overworked until he can barely walk by the end of the day and every surface of his house is peppered w paperwork that he can never escape. the weight of the responsibilities and the Trauma of the war on top of all that ?

he's close to breaking. he's the type of person that needs and loves and seeks affection and he hasn't gotten that literally since he was 8. he's an extrovert, Loves talking to people, loves Being w people and conversing and joking around and hugging and laughing and he's got none of that—the closest he manages is w his troops, but wars is careful not to get too close for,,, obvious reasons. he doesn't need to lose anybody else

he comes home to an empty house and it's that ? staticy, humming silence when he closes the door and stands there in the dark that he hates the most. he has a couch that nobody has ever sat on except him. he doesn't have enough time to decorate and the furniture and tapestries on the walls weren't even put there by him, it was the people artemis hired that were put in charge of housing him. it all feels utterly Empty, and wars is . pretty much hopeless at some point. just,, trudgin along

but then the war is won. and even though that doesn't relieve him of hero duty, at least the fighting and the death is over with. all their resources r directed to rebuilding, and while it's still a lot of work and everything is far from over and wars is still utterly fucking exhausted, he's just glad there's no more corpses he has to look at

fast forward to lu—he meets the chain, they go on a quest, and for the first time ever, he gets close to people. he starts calling them teammates, then friends, then Family, and since he's technically not on duty while out w the chain, he wears his orange scarf instead. it's lighter than the blue one in many, many ways

at some point when they return to wars' era for a visit and a quick break, wars is not included in that break. they overwork him hard enough for him to get ill and bedridden and legend gets so irate about it that he marches up to artemis and impa and makes a Big scene abt it

he's drawing negative attention to authority, but they bite their tongues until wars is better. when he is better, he is called to the throne room and ordered to "keep legend quiet." wars doesn't like that. stuff happens, arguments ensue, and it eventually gets bad enough to where they threaten to Ban legend from castle town altogether

this is . greatly disturbing to warriors. bc they Know how much ledge means to him. and they would blatantly use that against him, to get their way ? they call themselves his friends, when they'd do smth like that?

he says that if legend is banned, so is he—their Hero

and they agree to that

so warriors is, legally, exiled from castle town—his home. he'd meant it as a bluff, bc he'd half-thought artemis was bluffing—ofc tho, he doesn't regret the decision, not when legend was being wrongfully banned just for sticking up for him. and he spends the next few weeks thinking all that over—the fact that his "friends" would do that to him is appalling, but it suddenly,,, Hits him at some point that when he'd stopped being useful, they just,, threw him out

the second he got too hard to handle and not worth the trouble, they tossed him to the street. some "friends" they were.

when he's exiled, he's given a chance to reflect. and he realizes that it was actually one of the best thing to ever happen to him. he was so unhappy all his life within those goddamn walls, so miserably alone, so utterly hopeless, and then when he'd been sent through those portals and met the chain, the weight of that all seemed to ,, lift, a little

he realizes that even though he's on another adventure and looking death in the face, he's infinitely happier with the chain than he ever would have been back home. the chain loves him, treats him like family, talks to him, jokes w him, hugs him and laughs w him. they don't overwork him to death and they don't stop loving him when he's not at peak performance 24/7. he has people who care. he has people who don't only talk to him when they want smth from him

so he ditches the blue scarf altogether. with it goes his responsibilities and all the stress and depression and crippling loneliness it had housed. he dons the orange one instead, sunshine on his back—he's gained a family and the warmth of that resides in it, the happy, jittery feeling in his chest is what the fabric is practically made of. it reminds him of his mother and happiness and it feels so, so much lighter.

#qktalks #destructokats #tw parent death #parent death tw #tw death threats #death threat tw #i just rly enjoy stories of recovery and things getting better #and the scarves sorta represent that #btw he's still very much attached to the orange one #still treats it like a comfort item. is Always wearing it. gets genuinely jumpy and nervous if he isn’t near it in some way #he's gotten better over the years w it and he Was sorta forced to not wear it during duty back in the war #but that doesn't mean it didn't make his anxiety any less high back then. he Hated not wearing it #at some point he gets a white one just like it (or as close as he can get to his mom's)#and he wears that one when his orange isnt available. the weight on his shoulders helps a bit. makes him feel less naked #important note that i feel like somebody might be miffed abt:#yes i kinda characterize artemis and impa as like . cold and efficient coworkers and nothing more #and that is purely bc i feel absolutely nothing for their characters and how they were written in hyrule warriors GVIAEGYV #i'm sorry for making them Like That i simply don't have an attachment to them At All #please understand im just a little guy #anyway im so sorry holy shit GVIEYAV that was so long and needlessly dramatic. wow i am so cringe #but im so free. actually no im not i could be freer. i could be living in the woods hollering to the moon abt him #in my mind that's what im doing . i assure u #i skipped a good bit from him growing up to his shitty mental health during the war #mostly bc the details aren’t set in stone and they're a bit darker #kinda heavy stuff so i won't go too into it here but just know that he rly struggled and it was Bad #and that makes me sad cuz wars isn't inherently a very depressed person. he was Driven to that level of depression and hopelessness #he's usually very happy. but for a solid chunk of his life it was very hard to stay happy #i also just left stuff out cuz this was long and yaknow . i feel like there's a limit to how annoying u can be and im for sure reaching it #IM AT 29 TAGS . I HAVE ONE MORE TO CONVEY MY LOVE FOR WARRIORS IF THAT HASN'T ALREADY BEEN ESTABLISHED #twists him around like im wringing out a wet dish rag. /i love you i love you i love you i lo

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soundcrusher · 2 years

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A trip to Delphi

I did give a headstart... So... yea... Welcome to Season 2 of Phoenix's story in the universe of the sentient SG/Lost Light from @cuppajj

(Boy, I really need to find another way to title this...)

Trigger Warning: none, or at least a mild injury

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It was a normal day for the medical staff on Delphi. Something Pharma has come to like, ever since the war ended. Because, with the war over, that meant the injuries he and his staff had to treat were no–longer because of fights, but rather, because of the life their patients were living. Granted, they did get some mechs and femmes who were in a bar fight, but that was a lot more different than treating wounds that were obtained because of a war.

Another thing Pharma was glad for was that the Decepticons allowed his staff, mostly consisting out of Autobots, to stay on Delphi and keep the facility running. Of course, the security were Decepticons ordered to keep an eye on those who still believed in the Autobot faction, but it was a compromise. And as long as they were doing their job, they were safe. Something Pharma was also glad for too. He cared for his staff after all, and often thought about those that left to either explore the galaxy or because they no-longer wanted to work for him. Manye left, after Ratchet told everyone he worked with Tarn and his crew together to save the lives of other Decepticons. But as he pointed out that they were medics and should help everyone who came through these doors, they chased him off. If it wasn’t for his new friends, Pharma was sure that Ratchet would have killed him.

Pharma let out a soft, but sad sigh as his mind wandered to Ratchet. Sometimes, when he was walking down the halls of the facility, like now, he couldn’t stop but miss the strange medic. They often had different opinions on treatment, with Ratchet saying that they shouldn’t throw away perfectly fine parts whenever a mech or femme died, but in the end? Ratchet might as well have been the only other mech around to match his skills and mind. Which was another reason why Pharma was sad that his old friend had joined the Lost Light crew. Despite his… personality… Ratchet was still an excellent medic. One that could have done more good, if he didn’t go missing along with the hip.

At least Pharma still had Tarn with whom he had kept in contact ever since the war ended. Sometimes, he and his crew would show up with an injured mech, and Pharma would make sure the new patient was treated right away, before seeing how the DJD was doing. Sometimes, he would have to fix them up too, because they got in a skirmish with some rouge Autobots, or they were met with hostile inhabitants of a planet. If Pharma wasn’t as worried as he usually was, he would probably laugh at his friends whenever they came from yet another skirmish. Sometimes, he even wondered how they found themselves in even more fights than before, when the war was over. Truly, the DJD had no luck at times, or better said, most of the time.

While Pharma walked down the corridors to his office, he failed to notice the shadows of two mechs following him. Only inside did he finally feel someone walking behind him. But then, it was already too late. Whoever was behind him, had the side of their sword directly against his throat. Something the old flier wouldn’t find concerning, if it wasn’t for the slight tremble his assaulter had. One wrong slip, at whoever was behind him could sever a fuel pump, which ten would lead to a painful death, if he wasn’t quick enough to call for help.

“D-Do… Don’t move!” Called his assailant with a voice way too young for someone who was threatening someone with their life. “I.. I wo-won’t… I won’t hesitate!” Yes, Pharma was sure that whoever was pointing the sword was a.) young and b.) scared. Which was enough information for the medic to relax his posture and lower his wings into a non threatening position.

“I won’t move, but, if I am allowed to make a request, could you lower your sword? The way it is held, it might slip and sever a fuel pump, which could lead to a nasty injury.” Pharma spoke calmly and softly, because he was sure that the youngling holding the sword was only doing this, because he felt like there was no other way. And if someone feels like there is no other way, it’s best to remain calm. Him panicking would only lead to an accident.

“I… I… I don’t… I’m sorry….” Muttered the youngling softly, before Pharma felt the sword being lifted away from his throat. “I just… you’re… you’re an Autobot and… and…”

“I was one, but now I’m mostly neutral.” Said the medic and slowly turned around. “But I have worked with Decepticons during the war.” He added after seeing the symbole on the youngling chest. Primus, he was expecting a young mech, maybe someone who was created during the end phase of the war, but not one who was clearly born after the war had passed. It made his spark ache to see such a young live looking this haunted and afraid. It made him remember all the Decepticons seeking his help during the war.

“Now, why don’t you tell me why you’re here? Is it because of your missing… wings…” Again, Primus, why was this youngling missing his wings? Especially when he was still growing? Did whoever took his wings even know how that can affect the development of a younglings body? Especially a flier? If they don’t fix this right now, who knows if this youngling could ever fly again?

But his wings didn’t seem to be the reason why the youngling was here, because he kept on glancing behind himself towards the door and… oh… Pharma could see now why the youngling waited for him to be alone, before approaching. Now, Pharma has heard about Rodimus Prime from his colleagues and the occasional Decepticon seeking his help after being burned by the prime, but if he remembers correctly, this was not how they described him. Rodimus Prime was supposed to be a speedster, not something like that one monster from the Frankenstein book.

“Don’t stare too long, doc, or else I might forget myself.” Growled the prime.

“Now, “ started Pharma, while a servo went up to his comm to call three of his best medics. “I personally don’t like being threatened, but I will let it slip. The both of you seem like mechs coming straight out of the Pit.”

“Where do you think we lived for the past years?” At least the prime seemed to not have lost his snide, Pharma noted.

It did take them a while to prepare everything and it took even longer after they tried to seperate the youngling from the prime. Pharma especially had it rough, because the youngling, Phoenix, as the prime called him, decided that it was a good idea to bite into his plating and not let go as he tried to softly pull the smaller flier away from Rodimus. But after making sure the youngspark was sedated, and the prime wouldn’t kill him for sticking a needle into his brother's side, they could start with the operations on both of them.

Giving the youngling his wings back was easier than building a new frame for Rodimus and making sure that his new organs wouldn’t fail after a month. Especially when the prime insisted on staying awake for the whole process. If Pharma wasn’t a patient mech, he would have probably snapped at Rodimus after his third time insisting on becoming a flier. Especially after Pharma gave his patient enough reasons as to why they couldn’t make him a flier body. His sparks vulnerability at the moment being upfront and their lacking resources being last.

“I thought you would be happy being able to drive around again.” Said Pharma during one of the many operations. But he was surprised as he heard the primes' reasoning as to why he was so adamant about becoming a flier.

“Maybe… but I mostly wanted to be a flier too, so that Phoenix wouldn’t have to be far from me. Ever since we escaped… he hardly left my side. I worry that he might think I would be leaving if I was a speedster and he was a flier.”

“I am sure that your brother knows, deep down, that you will never leave him. Not willingly, at least.” Said Pharma, before finishing up everything and nodding. “Alright, we’re done. You should have full movement back now. Let me know if something feels off, so that we might make adjustments.”

Pharma watched his patient slowly get up from the medical berth, while stretching his new but familiar limbs. “I made sure that your new body was similar to your old one. Luckily enough, we had your patient files and could reconstruct everything from them. If you will excuse me though, I have to go somewhere.” Maybe he shouldn’t have turned his back to Rodimus, not when the first thing the prime did was grab his arms and slam him head first into the berth. Causing Pharma to groan in pain, both from the wound on his head and the way his arm was being twisted.

“Do you think I am stupid? I know that you worked with Tarn and his crew during the war. And I bet you would have called him as soon as you walked out of this room. Maybe you even called him while operating on me.” Said the prime in a way that caused Pharma’s energon to run cold inside his veins. Was this how Rodimus’ victims felt, right before he burned them alive?

“But,” he heard him say “you fixed me, even though you didn’t have to. You could have killed me, but you didn’t. I owe you for that.” Was the last thing Pharma heard, before everything turned black before his optics.

Rodimus looked down at the unconscious body of the medic. Yes, a life for a life, this should do for repayment. Also, Rodimus didn’t want to imagen his brother's reaction if he found out that he killed a medic. Phoenix would surely hate him for that.

So, after making sure Pharma wouldn’t die from the blow to the head, Rodimus grabbed the fire ax from the wall and made his way down the halls to where Phoenix was. The sooner they made it out of here, the better, because Rodimus didn’t really want to deal with the DJD right now. Granted, they would probably just bring him back to Cybertron, where they would judge him for his crimes, but still. Even if he managed to somehow convince the jury that he was innocent, he doubted that the new senate would let him leave. Especially not, when he told them that everyone on board the Lost Light had died. Which included Megatron…

After a while of searching, Rodimus found the room they kept Phoenix in. And after ‘gently’ opening the door with the borrowed ax, both of them were leaving again. Or better said, Rodimus was carrying Phoenix on his back, because, whatever they gave him to make sure he wouldn’t attack the staff made his brother as dead to the world as he was once. Something that would worry the prime, if it weren’t trained medics but rather the Lost Light who did it. DidN’t make leaving the facility easier though.

But, after a grueling time spent finding the exit and then their ship, Rodimus finally managed to leave the planet again, while Phoenix was resting in the sleeping area they made on the ship.

The ship… something Rodimus will have to work on, if they decide to keep it. It was small, yes, probably only used to transport a small group of Cybertronians from point A to B, but still better than nothing. But that was a worry for another day.

Pharma, after being out of commission for who knows how long, woke up again with a splitting headache and the surprise of still being alive. Something he didn’t think would happen considering who his patient was. But then again, Rodimus Prime seemed to have changed, even if it was only a little bit. Must have been the young Decepticon.

The young Decepticon!

By Primus, Pharma completely forgot about the young Decepticon!

The thought alone caused Pharma to quickly scramble to his feet and rush out of the room he was in. Running down the halls, until he spotted the broken door and empty patient berth. The youngling was gone. Gone and probably in the hands of one of the most dangerous Autobots, next to Optimus Prime himself.

So, Pharma was yet again quick to run down the halls again. This time though, he ran into his office and quickly went to the small communications terminal. Pressing the speed dial, which would contact only one specific ship.

“Pharma? Is everything alright? You seem rather upset and… is that Energon running down your face? What happened?!”

Pharma let out a long sigh, before shaking his head. “I am fine, don’t worry. But we might have a problem Tarn.”

#sentient sg/lost light au #phoenix #rodimus #cuppajj #only phoenix is my character #I kinda like how I've written Pharma #I did like one anon suggested and looked at the wiki entry for Pharma #noting down the most important things before flipping everything #either way #I hope everyone likes the start for Season 2

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