#lamb!sigma

[kaeyx]

I need your thoughts on lamb Sigma I like the idea of him having small horns yet can’t decide if I like him more as a cat,bunny or lamb yet curly Jaír sigma is adorable in my opinion

LAMB SIGMA OG MY GOD??? I've always been a huge fan of bunny Sigma for obvious reasons (very cute. Floppy ears. Anxiety) but LAMB SIGMA...........

Cute little horns and shaky legs and soft wool, big scared eyes, he's soooooo pretty and sweet. It also fits really well with him being part of Fyodor's plan but ultimately disposable, an innocent little animal there for slaughter as part of something bigger.

#sigma.bsd #lamb!sigma #i love thissss #wouldn't he have to grow up eventually tho. sheep sigma. ram sigma? sheep sigma. prettyboy

[kenjus-benjus-jedi-wayseeker]

#bioshock #Bioshock 2 #Minerva’s Den #brigid tenenbaum #sofia lamb #eleanor lamb #charles milton porter #jack bioshock #jack ryan #subject sigma #big daddy #big sister #rapture #bioshock infinite #subject delta

[ghostan0n]

BIRTHDAYY

IT'S MY BIRTHDAYYY

#original art #favs! #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #cassie fnaf #fnaf mangle #cult of the lamb fanart #sigma bsd #q bsd #vincent charbonneau #vincent dead plate #demon slayer fanart #chara dreemurr #qiqi genshin impact #shockwave #transformers prime miko #nsr yinu

[anxioustwilight]

when the cult of the lamb obsession and the overwatch sigma obsession overlap

#sketch #overwatch sigma my beloved #overwatch sigma #siebren de kuiper #cult of the lamb #i ALSO drew this from memory #though i cheated a little bit on the crown #it’s my phone wallpaper rn <3 #might put this in procreate n fix the proportions

[sigma-showdown]

ROUND 1

Carrie (Carrie) vs Sofia Lamb (Bioshock)

#sigma female #sigma showdown #carrie 1976 #sofia lamb #bioshock

[jackjolene]

BioShock/Sinking City/Vampyr: The Plan

While Andrew Ryan looks out onto the remains of his city and contemplates what his dream has become, Jack, Liz, Porter, Eleanor, Tenenbaum, Artemis, Reid, and Ashbury have a meeting to discuss their next move.

There are four factions now in play in Rapture, including their group in Minerva's Den. The most concerning of these is Orrin Lutwidge, and his hired killers, the Diamond Partners. The rumor mill says that Lutwidge is working on some big project. They are currently holed up in Arcadia, despite the fact that it's crawling with Mutants.

The dissolution of the Rapture Family saw most of its members return to their previous existence as roaming splicers, each on their own and hungry for ADAM. Most of these either became Mutants, or victims of the Mutants.

However, a good number of former Rapture Family members have created a new cult: The Church of the Son of Ryan. Based off a series of audio diaries by the late Simon Wales (Before the Lamb I-V), the Children believe that a piece of God left Him to become the Demiurge and jumpstart life on Earth and the bloody, painful process of Evolution.

After God learned of the Demiurge's actions, He banished it to the ocean. After thousands of years, Andrew Ryan came along and built Rapture right by the Demiurge's resting place. The ADAM slugs came from the Demiurge, allowing the citizens of Rapture to splice themselves and gain power, hastening the fall of Rapture. Now, with Eleanor Lamb having abandoned the Rapture Family, the members of the Church of the Son of Ryan have put their faith in Jack, that he will return to Rapture to save them.

The last and most mysterious group in Rapture is the remaining Big Sisters. They keep completely to themselves in the Little Sister Orphanages, and anyone who ventures inside is never seen again.

The end goal of Jack and Co. is to cure the remaining splicers and the Mutants, if possible, then evacuate everyone to the surface, and finally activate Rapture's self-destruct, ending the nightmare once and for all.

With the first version of SERPENT killing Mutants, Tenenbaum needs to make a new version of it that will cure them as well as the Splicers. Thankfully, she has Dr. Reid, who has been studying the new ADAM responsible for the Mutants, and also the original Thinker to aid her.

Also, rather than going through Rapture building by building and curing each Splicer and Mutant with a dart, it would be much simpler to create an aerosol version of SERPENT and distribute it throughout all of Rapture using the ventilation systems in Arcadia. Just as producing a drinkable plasmid takes ten times as much ADAM as making an injectable plasmid, so making an aerosol ADAM product uses ten times as much ADAM again!

Thankfully, through the efforts of Subject Artemis and the robotic Little Sisters, they have an absolutely disgusting amount of ADAM to work with. In fact, they have enough to not only make enough SERPENT 2.0 to cure all of Rapture, but they've got enough for Jack, Eleanor, and Porter to splice with the stronger plasmids and become every bit as powerful as Artemis is.

Their main goal is to cure Rapture's surviving Splicers and Mutants. To accomplish that goal, they will need all the help they can get to overcome Lutwidge, the Diamond Partners, and the Mutants in Arcadia to put the new SERPENT into the air supply. The plan is four-fold.

Tenenbaum and Dr. Reid will stay in Minerva's Den to work on the new SERPENT and to be the "chair guys" of the rest of Jack and Co.

While there are eight of them, Jack and Co. will need more on their side if they want to take Arcadia from Lutwidge and his people. To that effect, Jack intends on recruiting the Church of the Son of Ryan to their side. After all, he is actually there to save them. Though if things go wrong, Artemis will be there to help him.

The Big Sisters would be a great asset to their side, and as Eleanor is one herself, she may be able to convince them to aid Jack and Co. If that falls through, however, Porter will be her back-up.

And finally, they need to learn just what Lutwidge is up to. In the months prior to Jack and Co.'s return to Rapture, Lutwidge has been moving around a lot and sending his Diamond Partners out on missions all over Rapture. And yet, the Mutants in each new base haven't wiped them out. Somehow, Lutwidge is keeping them from going after him and the Diamond Partners.

To find out why, Liz and Lady Ashbury, will be going out and using their talents in stealth and infiltration to uncover Lutwidge's secrets and learn what he is planning. Neither Jack or Dr. Reid are fans of the idea, but they need answers, and the "Elizabeths" are the best they've got for the job.

After resupplying and Jack, Eleanor, and Porter splicing up to reach Artemis' level, the four groups say their goodbyes and go out into Rapture, Tenenbaum and Dr. Reid watching along with the other denizens of Minerva's Den. Andrew Ryan himself watches silently as his son goes back out into the nightmare he has created.

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #jack wynand #elizabeth #jackabeth #vampyr #dr. jonathan reid #lady ashbury #eleanor lamb #subject sigma #charles milton porter #orrin lutwidge #protector trials #bioshock multiplayer #the audio diaries referenced are from a group of them that werent included in the final take of bioshock 2 #they can be listened to in the official bioshock wiki though

[yawarakaizai]

Yan!dazai mindbreaking angel!reader ooo

ⵌ WATCH HER BREAK JUST LIKE A DOLL

SENDER Angel!Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT Yandere!Dazai (BSD) CONTENTS NSFW DARK CONTENT 16+ , obsession/possession, drugging, mind-breaking, reader is a hostage?, unhealthy relationship, dubcon/nc??, abuse (physical implied + mental), slight somnophilia, lowkey angsty, dazai is an asshole!, smut part isn't really detailed (WARNING; This relationship is unhealthy and should not be used as an example. Reader here does not hold Dazai accountable. If you are in an abusive relationship, please seek help from someone you trust or a professional! This fanfic does not idolise nor condone abuse within relationships) NOTE All these years of feeling inadequate and dumb. You were proud to have grown accustomed to Dazai's routine, even if he had promised you months ago he had changed. COMPANY Dolly

A/N combined 2 asks I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ASK BUT IT WAS A YANDERE DAZAI NSFW IDEA im so sorryy ... also any other yan dazai req ! !! srry for the long wait ;; !! reader is an angel !! she was kind of created ,,? kinda like sigma !! the og req had an idea abt aphrodisiacs but ... not sure if i want to write about them just yet :( so sorry!!

Dutiful and pristine, you were a model wife.

Delicate and gorgeous. Just how he liked you to be.

You were brought her to serve as his prize. His reward for years of watching you from afar, stalking you like a lions meal. And you, pure and kind-hearted, not once ever suspected a thing.

Dazai was your co-worker after all. A smart, handsome man with a positive future.

Back before this all, you were nothing but a mere fascination to not only him, but your peers as well. You were never offended or hesitant to answer questions others would have about you. How you came to be, whether you remember anything, and if those feathers of yours regrow.

You coped with everything by dissociating as much as possible. If you could believe hard enough - Dazai was still the Dazai you knew before. The man next to you who'd pout when ordered to finish his report, the one who would turn to you and try to flirt or make you giggle, knowing Kunikida would never dare give out to you.

How could anyone, after all? You only manifested a few years ago. What was it, eleven, or twelve. You can't remember. There was little you remember anyway.

The first few months with Dazai were a blur. You'd have blacked out for the majority of the day until he'd wake you up and force you to eat. If you'd refuse, he'd starve you until you'd beg.

You had tried to protest by going days without food or water but he always got his way in the end. You had to give in at some point.

The biggest obstacle was finding the guts to hate Dazai.

You were afraid to hate him. You were afraid to hate.

He'd treat you so gently and with love. Funnily enough, you blamed yourself for it all. You didn't know why or how, but you felt like if you had done things different, none of this would have happened.

Osamu was sweet. He always did what was right. You respected Kunikida and Fukuzawa immensely. If they trust Dazai, then so did you.

If you knew that you were a lamb handed to a wolf, maybe you would have ran much earlier.

Dazai did not show himself upfront. No. First, it was the mind games. The ghastly figures that would appear outside of your window in the form of blackened shadows, doors you remember closing being wide open when you return home, bangs and creaks around your home when you lived alone, your items disappearing from their usual spot, laundry vanishing completely, and countless mysterious messages from anonymous.

Second, it was you asking for help. You turned to who you admired best. The Armed Detective Agency. Ranpo scanned your phone. He read each message out loud before looking at you, then back down at your screen. He slid it back towards you. " There's nothing suspicious. It's just a prank. "

You felt relief. Ranpo had his ability, after all. The ability to figure out any mystery. He could not be wrong.

How dumb of you to think Ranpo would not be the first person Dazai would go to for his sick joke.

Third was the fever. It hit you like a brick. It was the first time you had been infected with a human illness. Dazai kindly offered to tend to you in his free-time, as everyone else was too busy. You were grateful that Dazai, an important member of the ADA, was sacrificing his time in helping you. He'd stop by almost every day and night to feed you and make sure you're alright. The more you drank that chalky water he'd give you daily before bed, the more you lost your ability to walk.

Fourth, was the inevitable. You waking up in a bed that was harder than yours. Upon observing around you, you realised you weren't in your house. And you don't recall ever sleeping next to Dazai. Naturally, you were afraid. You were in hysterics while he tried to calm you down, telling you stories on how it's safer for you to be here, and that you were an ungrateful bitch for not being grateful enough to him.

You didn't want to hear any of it. So? You were kept in his lovely basement.

There, you were badly treated. Sleeping on cold concrete and eating what scraps he'd leave on the floor for you like some animal - any form of resistance was met with harsh punishment.

You lacked survival instincts. You not once ever felt the need to. Working in the ADA, you were nothing but an accountant. You'd hear about the missions they'd go on, but to you it all seemed like the things you'd see in action films.

But this was real. The way your heart pounded in your ears every time you'd hear steps coming down and the way he'd tug your hair 'till your scalp would burn is something that the actors would never be able to portray properly.

It took you a while to realise you weren't going to make any progress by doing the opposite of what he wanted.

Though, you were admittedly conflicted.

You provided Dazai something interesting. If you let him use you, to spare yourself of his harsh punishments, would he get bored of you? Would he rid of you completely? Would he treat you more terribly to purposely make you act out just so he'd have a reason to strike you?

These were questions that would keep you up.

You couldn't be strong-willed for long. Hope that Kunikida or anyone else would come looking for you dwindled as the days went by and none would come but Dazai.

At some point, you had lost your voice for a while. In that period, Dazai took complete advantage of the fact. When you could do nothing but thrash and cry until you submit underneath him.

He'd pull out, collapse next to you and hold you close to his bandaged chest and apologise until he fell asleep with your hot breath against his skin.

Dazai had been your first time. He took an angel's virginity. You were frozen for the rest of the night. You were almost neutral to what had happened. You even wiped his tears away with your thumb. He apologised. He must surely be remorseful. He promised he wouldn't do it again.

You lost your halo that day.

'' Fetch me some water, I'm thirsty. "

His hand came off your head where it had been caressing.

You looked up at him through long lashes, slowly nodding your head and raising to unstable feet.

Ever since you were allowed to stay out of the basement, he's been helping you regain your ability to walk after the drugs had left your knees shaky.

Your movement was slow but gradual, at least.

If you wished to remain with Dazai, you'd have to obey him. And obey you did.

You fetched him his requested glass of water albeit spilling a tad bit on your way back, you presented him with it.

He peered in, then slouched back into the couch, gaze returning to the television screen. " I said orange juice. "

You were sure he said water.

" But you said water. " Your voice was meek compared to his.

" Are you saying I am lying? "

That shut you up.

You apologised, and travelled back to the kitchen to throw away the water and replace it with orange juice.

You'd bring it back, and he'd look at you with disappointment. " Why are you bringing me orange juice when I asked for apple juice? "

He sounded so convincing that you thought maybe you were mishearing. You held the orange juice in your hand tightly, apologised, and left to get the apple juice.

By the time you returned, you were shaking. The apple juice was dripping from the overfilled glass and onto the floor. You were trembling. " It's- It's apple juice. Because y-ou said.. "

Your gaze was so distant. You were so far away. You were no longer on this Earth. Dazai had to keep you grounded.

" You must be taking me for a fucking idiot. "

He slapped the glass right from your hand, your whole body jolted in shock when the glass shattered against the floor.

You two had just been cuddling on the couch, watching a noir movie like a happy couple would.

Dazai had to keep you grounded. He had to keep you on a leash lest you wander.

" Get over here. " He sighed out after a long pause. Instinctively, you answered, " No. "

It's been so long since you were punished. You didn't want to go back to them.

" I didn't do anything wrong ", your voice croaked out to reason. You should have figured at some point Dazai would get bored of a normal life style.

" I said get over here, Y/N, my patience is already running low. I'm not going to hit you. "

And no matter what you've been through, you'd wake up praying Dazai was kinder. He had overheard your nightly prayers one day and in an act of irony or sympathy - hung a cross over your bed.

You fiddled with the hem of your skirt before waddling to between his spread thighs. Hand reaching for your hip and guiding you down to sit on his lap, you avoided eye contact.

You were clearly afraid of being punished for something that was not your fault. You couldn't tell Dazai it wasn't your fault. That would be calling Dazai a liar. And that would get you hit. Good wives don't get hit.

True to his word, he did not raise his hand to you at all.

Once he opened his mouth to speak, you attentively turned to him. His training worked wonders on you. He made himself your God in a matter of months. You no longer worried your pretty little head on whether Kunikida would save you. All you had to do was clean around the house and prepare Dazai's meal - living to serve your husband.

" You've been such a good girl, don't ruin it with this, 'kay? " He didn't sound mad anymore, but you could still pick up on the fact he was not exactly happy with you either.

" Yes, 'samu. " You nod, toying with your fingers nervously.

" You're such a sweet wife. So dumb. So cute. Love seeing you panic. "

You bit your bottom lip at that, chewing on skin.

'' D'ya think It's about time we started our own family? "

You thought at first you didn't hear him properly. You knew you were trying to convince yourself so.

" Ahah.. " You were hesitant. He picked up on it. His dark brown eyes felt like lasers. " I don't think I can. I'd love to, 'samu, but I can't. "

He let go of his soft grasp on your hip to allow you to stand up.

It was 9pm. You should head to bed.

His silence and poker face felt foreboding.

" Goodnight, love. " You tried to remain cheerful.

You went to bed earlier than Dazai. You climbed into your shared bed after having taken your nightly medication.

You fluffed out your wings - once white, now grey - then tossed and turned until you slept.

" Hah.. hah.. "

The burning heat is what hit you first.

Confusion was second.

" Wakin' up, pretty baby? "

Your mouth opened by itself before your eyes did, and when you tried to speak, to ask what is going on, you let out a soft moan.

You feel something sink in deeper in your pussy, the wooden bed frame hitting against a wall. Oh.

" 'Samu! " Your eyes shot open upon realising what was happening. Dazai had not done this for a while. The room was dark. Judging by how dry your mouth was, you had been fast asleep for a while.

Dazai was propped on his knees between your thighs, naked from what you could make out.

You looked further down to realise that he had shoved his dick in you while you were asleep. Your nightgown was pulled up over your stomach and his hands were holding on loosely to your hips.

Your hand reached out to grip onto his wrist, your legs unable to close. " No, you said you were gonna be better, you said no more of this. " Oh, you sweet poor child.

" It's alright. " He responded casually, pulling out just to slam back in. Although your vision was limited, you could feel his piercing stare studying your contorting features. " Just this once, yeah? "

You remembered your conversation with Dazai earlier. The sudden question about having a child.

When you tightened around the base of his shaft, he knew what you were thinking.

" Don't get all scared, baby. You'd make an amazing mom. " He would bend down, his mouth next to your ear as he'd begin thrusting.

You lay unresponsive and silent, staring at the ceiling - your only solace.

His huffs, groans and sighs muffle themselves on your pillow, your body would temporarily jolt in spasms with each orgasm.

Dazai continued for hours.

At some point, your hands were tangled in messy brown hair, your mouth hung and your voice would plead for 'more', 'there', 'deeper'.

Your sweet husband never pulled you back when you drifted off to space with your longing gaze.

He barely even met you in the eye.

Dazai finished his rounds before you noticed. It was a period of him not touching you that made you turn your head sideways to meet him laying next to you, his chest still raising and falling as he'd regain his breath.

You hadn't moved your body.

Adjusted to the dark, you couldn't help but stare at the pitiful man who spoke nothing to you.

An emptiness weighed your heart down and the liquid love he had planted in you seeped - unwelcomed.

You still felt bad for him. Surely, definitely, this was not his fault.

" I'd like a girl. "

Your lips trembled, you smiled to hide it.

" Two.. daughters. "

The corners of your lips quivered with your fake expression. He could see your eyes gloss and your shivering body, blinking rapidly until your tears slid down.

You never did want children. Not with Dazai, at least. Not for another few years. Not here, not now, not with him. Not this Dazai.

He left you waiting for a while, until he rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling that enamoured you with amazement when he had made love to you.

" Yeah. "

He sounded uncertain, before continuing his response. You had expected it. All these years of feeling inadequate and dumb. You were proud to have grown accustomed to Dazai's routine, even if he had promised you months ago he had changed.

" 'm sorry. "

" I know. "

©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ reblogs appreciated! requests open :3

#dazai x reader #yandere dazai #bsd x reader #yandere dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader

[justcallmesakira]

DOA trio (Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma) separately with a fem reader who

Absolutely loves everything pink, frilly and with bows.

Nsfw and sfw PLEEASSEE.

Fyodor definitely has an innocence kink or something..

"TIED YOU UP WITH RIBBONS"

Sypnosis: DOA trio with a s/o who is just obsessed with frilly dollete stuff!

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: bondage, clit teasing, use of vibrator, hickeys

A/N: PLEASE I LOVE DIS REQUEST SO FUCKING MUCH BECAUSE LITEARLY ME

FYODOR definitely likes well dressed women, its just his type!

I am pretty sure he can easily get you all types frilly stuff its really easy for him

Though he sometimes wonders why you are so obsessed with it infact hes more shocked when he sees your curtained bedroom

His eyes being flashed by all sorts of stuff like teddies, plushies bows pretty clothes

Sure he will act a bit judgy when he finally takes a seat in your feathery brown sofa but he will get used to it

No because i can see both yalls aesthetic being opposite he might even match fits with you!

Like for example for him dark coquette and you light coquette

Imagine calmly walking beside a lake in the afternoon with the clouds like gloomy???

I think he also likes seeing you in dolly like clothes like pink lolita skirts, big PUFFY ones and i mean puffy puffy.

NSFW MENTIONS★

I can totally see this one ride of a man have an innocence kink

I personally cant see fyodor be into bondage but he absolutely loves edging you for hours

Pressing a pink vibrator against you clit and watching you with a sadistic face as you whimper and beg to be his little fuck doll

Fyodor absolutely loves ruining your innocence especially if its in your bedroom because the you will be constantly reminded of last night

I can assure you NIKOLAI is more obsessed with dressing you like his doll then you being obsessed with pink

Not only in dollete clothes also in maid dresses with frills, pink nurse costumes, maybe even jester clothes

If you dont like the red and yellow then he will jjst make dress you into a soft pink and baby blue parriot like melanie in her Glued Up mv.

He loves doing your make up the most whether its heavy or just tinted he can do it pretty well

But what he enjoys the mlst is teasing you like asking you to mark him by revealing his collar

Nikolai definitely calls you innocent lamb, little fleece, angellete every type of pet name like this

Sometimes if you ask him to tie the ribbon he might tie it a bit too tight just to see you squirm in discomfort

NSFW MENTIONS ★

He definitely has a doll kink, shifting you here and there and using you like a marionette

Tying you up with pink laces, your wrists above your head just so he can see your pretty face whine and squirm

OKAY HEAR ME OUT nikolai specifically buying you those pretty lingerie sets you know the ones with like a transparent layer on top?

Nikolai very touchy so expect a larger hand at the top of you thighs at all times or stroking your white stockings randomly

I dont really know what to type for SIGMA because he already memorized your characteristics and stuff you like!

For example if you like big poofy skirt you will already have 10 different of them in ur closet all ready!

Hes actually intrested in your style

So one time you tied his hair in a ribbon and you just couldnt stop luaghing

I think sigma has really skilled hands so he can style your hair with different clips!

He isnt really a menace like the other two so you will just find him staring at your cotton teddies

You two switch both of them at night and he likes your one better because it reeks of strawberry <3

NSFW MENTIONS ★

Personally the thing i can see him doing is making you place hickeys on his neck

SORRY but i jst cant see him be kinky with an innocent type reader

He just wants to cuddle with you man😭

Infact sigma probably blushes and curses himself whenever hes staring at your stockings for too long

A/n: sorry it was short also FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT!!!

Tags! : @inojuuy @little-miss-chaoss @terururuko

Divider crds! : @muruffin

#nikolai bsd #Nikolai x reader #Nikolai gogol x readee #Nikolai x you #Nikolai x y/n #nikolai gogol x you #Nikolai gogol x reader #Bsd x reader #Nikolai smut #Fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #Fyodor bsd #bsd x reader suggestive #Fyodor smut #Fyodoe x you #fyodor x reader fluff #Sigma x you #Sigma x y/n #Sigma x reader #Bsd sigma #bsd fyodor #Doa x readee #Decays of angels x reader #Sigma smut #sakiras writing notebook!!!

[ask-alw]

hey!! The names Ace.

this is my first askblog but uh we’ll figure it out as we go along sigmas

This blog is on a Cult Of The Lamb Au

info on the au:

The Lamb is a different character than in the original game. In this au that lamb died before the Lamb from this one. The Lamb in this au is named Calamity in later times, while going by Lamb earlier on.

Calamity is married to a follow named Apollo (who may or may not be killed off for a second time later on..) Apollo is currently in the profile picture.

This AU is linked with two others (@cr-asks and one other that doesn’t have a blog.)

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stuff abt me-

My name is Ace. I use any pronouns but They/He are preferred. I am biromantic asexual and also poly !!

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There are no rules against asks atm since this is brand new and I rlly want to answer shit plsssss!!!!!!!!! Ask anything simple or complex…😭

also leshy drawing heh

#New blog #new ask blog #send asks #Cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl au

[kaeyx]

Elaborating on sheep sigma.

Since lambs are known for innocence and sacrifice I think it’ll suit him well to be a sheep instead of a rabbit for Fyodor’s plans as for Fyodor I see him as a crow with watchful eyes and Nikolai an arctic fox.

I think because of his 3 years of experience of just existing he would be a lamb or maybe a sheep that’s underdeveloped due to his small baby horns and tends to rub them against soft things like fur or silk from pure sensitivity.

Also fun fact Lambs do in fact get ear tagged within the first 9 months of their lives so maybe he gets tagged by Fyodor for precaution or Nikolai as a cruel joke,I do think he’ll be very endearing.

-♦️

Oh Sigma..... sweet baby Sigma that only got spawned in 3 years ago so while he's a full adult his hybrid characteristics are still lamblike. Little baby horns that itch a lot, soft hair only just beginning to creep up his tummy and back. He prefers soft, light fabrics because his skin is still thin and sensitive. His earrings are from when Fyodor tagged him to keep tabs on him. He makes the softest, cutest little bleats when he's scared or anxious and he can't help it.

#lamb!sigma #sigma.bsd #♦️ anon #sigma my love #he can still land a mean kick tho let's not forget this is the guy that brought automatic machine guns to a knife fight #wall mounted automatic machine guns

[wander-over-the-words]

BioFluff Week 2023 Fic #6

Title: Pillow Talk.

Prompt: Hobbies/Dreams

Summary: The one where tomorrow is the day Delta gets cured, and Sinclair settles his worries.

Characters: Subject Delta, Augustus Sinclair; mentions of Brigid Tenenbaum, Big Daddies, Subject Sigma, Eleanor Lamb, Sofia Lamb.

Pairing: Augustus Sinclair/Subject Delta.

Warnings: lots of talk of surgery, some references to human experimentation and sex.

Notes: Sixth submission for a new BioFluff Week! Here’s the response to the prompt ‘Dreams’! This was originally one of my answers for last year’s event, but it fell through and got replaced with Keeping the Romance Alive. Couldn’t upload it yesterday due to technical difficulties, but ah, well.

Side note: Works as a soft sequel to Safety In Numbers and Like the Night Follows Day, if only cause it mentions those fics.

All material belongs to Irrational Games.

Fic also available on AO3.

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There comes a tentative knocking at his bedroom door - if you could even call it that, it’s so gentle, it’s more a tap than anything else - and Sinclair smiles at the open book in his hands from where he’s propped against his headboard with his blanket pulled to his chest. 

He knows who’s out there, he could hear him coming a mile away.

“C’mon in,” he calls out, “I’m decent.”

It takes a moment, then the doorknob shakes, very slowly turning and the door is pushed open, and Delta stands on the other side. He peers at Sinclair like he’s checking whether Sinclair was lying about being decent, then he goes to step into the room - only to whack the top of his helmet on the doorway, letting out a startled grunt as he does so.

Sinclair slaps a hand over his mouth to silence the laugh he almost lets out as Delta growls and rubs the top of his porthole.

“You forgettin’ where you are, chief?” Sinclair says, dropping his hand. “Doorways on the surface weren’t made for Big Daddies. You’re gonna hafta double over if you wanna fit.”

Delta huffs, drops his hand, then bends his knees and turns sideways, doing a crab-walk like move to shuffle through Sinclair’s bedroom doorway; it’s a struggle not to laugh at the poor guy, and Sinclair admittedly has to cover his mouth again before he embarrasses Delta, who is very clearly not enjoying this.

Once Delta’s safely through the doorway, he pops back up to his normal height and turns to gently push the door shut.

Bless him, it’s sweet to watch him being so extremely careful with everything he touches in Sinclair’s house, especially since the damage he’d done when Sinclair had still suffered with nightmares (the doorway is no longer shaped like Delta’s body, the new door stands more sturdy, and the stairs no longer have Delta’s footprints embedded into them). Practically nothing’s made of metal when it comes to the furniture, everything’s wood and fabric, and it’s older than even Rapture was, so it’s more prone to breaking under Delta’s might, and even more delicate to fix.

Delta looks around himself at the room, and lets out an awed croon of wonder.

“What, you like my old room? Guess you ain’t had a chance ta look it over before - we so rarely bring you upstairs,” Sinclair says, closing his book and setting it down on the mattress beside him. “Well, this here’s what we call the master bedroom, chief. Was where I laid my head before Rapture, is where I lay my head after.”

Delta is ducking to observe the fireplace opposite Sinclair’s canopy bed, the mantelpiece recently cleaned and polished by Sinclair himself. 

“You feel free to light that if you’re inclined, chief,” Sinclair says. “There is a chill in the air tonight. I took the liberty of puttin’ new wood in there earlier, so it’s ready when you are. Just have to locate my matches for ya, hold on…”

He leans over to the bedside table to check, only for a waft of heat to hit him from the other end of the room. When he turns his head to look, the fireplace is roaring, and Delta holds flames in his left hand.

“Ah-ha! Now, how’d I forget about that magic trick, huh?”

Sinclair playfully slaps his own forehead as Delta waves away Incinerate! from his glove. 

Delta watches the flames dance, hovering a hand out to try and feel the heat, then he rubs his fingers together and stands up straight. He catches sight of the gold clock on the mantelpiece and gives it a little poke, then turns and looks down at the rug on Sinclair’s floor - a long rectangular thing that has a border of grey squares along its edges, surrounding the red rectangle in the middle, which is stamped with bubbles of dark colours, with some squiggles of green here and there; it doesn’t seem to be going by a particular pattern - and then bypasses it to go to the chest of drawers adjacent to Sinclair’s bed.

There’s a mirror perched on top that Sinclair uses to style his hair in the mornings, and Delta stares into it before looking down at the drawers. He reaches out to open one, only to stop when Sinclair pointedly clears his throat.

Delta turns around to him, finding him to be frowning.

“Don’t you know it’s impolite to go nosin’ through someone’s else’s belongings? You got no idea what you’ll find in there, chief.” He nods towards the drawer Delta nearly opened. “Though I can inform you that that there drawer’s where I keep my drawers, if you’re wantin’ to play deviant.”

Delta’s shoulders jerk with surprise and he immediately fiddles with his thumbs like he doesn’t know what else to do with himself, before pressing his hands over his porthole. He’s flustered, embarrassed.

Sinclair drops the act and barks out a laugh. 

“Aw, I’m just messin’, sugar,” he says, watching Delta as he drops his hands, then Sinclair puts on a pout as he adds, “Correct me if I’m wrong - but I am startin’ to wonder if you jus’ came in here ta sight-see, ‘stead of comin’ to visit yours truly. Sure, the room’s the tops, and I know I ain’t picture-perfect myself right now,” he gestures to his hair, which is void of its pomade and thus not styled as normal, since he’s in bed (and sleeping with hair pomade means he gets awful bedhead in the morning, and then he really will be ‘not looking his best’), “but surely, you can spare a thought for your sweetheart?”

Jolting softly again, Delta looks at him, then he must suss out that Sinclair’s supposed jealousy is an act because he lets out a rumbly sort of growl and walks over to give Sinclair a very gentle push to his bicep, a very clear message of Don’t be silly.

Sinclair’s pout is immediately replaced with a little grin as he chuckles, then as Delta takes a seat down on the floor beside his bed, legs crossed, Sinclair places his book on his bedside table and removes his glasses, placing them atop the book.

He lays down and rolls onto his side to face Delta better, propping his head on his hand, elbow digging into one of his pillows, and smiles easily at him.

“Tomorrow’s the big day, chief,” he says. “Finally gettin’ you outta that second skin o’ yours.”

He was expecting one of Delta’s excited croons, but instead he just sees Delta’s body language stiffen up.

“Now, you remember what I told ya, ‘bout the aftermath? Doc Tenenbaum tells me that there’s a recovery process to this whole ‘a Big Daddy no more’ procedure. Said it’s what happened to another Alpha Series whose human face she brought back - Subject Sigma, I believe. Was tellin’ me over the phone that your body’s gonna need to get used to the lack of ADAM in your system all over again, which means you’re gonna wanna sleep a lot, you’ll be hungry an’ thirsty often, and your, ah - ahem - other bodily functions may come as a surprise. Said it should only last a week or so - couple of weeks, tops, particularly that lack of energy. No runnin’ through the halls for you yet, kid - you’re gonna be stuck in bed for a while, an’ young Eleanor and I will just hafta help you move around until then.

“Not to mention, you might be hurtin’ a bit, since she’s gonna be fixin’ your ol’ voicebox, but I picked up some pain relief from the drugstore down town, so we’re all set there. She mentioned it’ll take a couple weeks for your throat to heal, so when your belly starts wantin’ to get reacquainted with a meal, it’s gonna have to be tomato soup an’ water - nothin’ you gotta chew. The spare bedroom’s all ready,” he shrugs a shoulder, “to act as your private recovery suite, alongside a makeshift surgery room. Wish we could take you to a real hospital, but that just isn’t feasible, all things considered. We’d have a helluva story to tell, bringin’ you in.” 

Sinclair cocks his head with a slight wince.

“If you’re wantin’ pure honesty from me, honey, it doesn’t sound like this recovery’s gonna be a barrel of laughs, but if there’s anybody that can get through it with his head held high, it’s you.”

He gives Delta a smile.

Once again is he expecting some sort of excited reaction from the big guy, but Delta can only fidget where he sits, shoulders falling and hands tangling together in his lap. When Delta puffs out a sigh, Sinclair’s face falls in confusion and he sits up, supporting his weight on his arm.

“Well, now, I can’t say I was expectin’ you to jump to the heavens in joy, chief,” he says, brow furrowed in concern, “but not even a cheer? Honey, you’re actin’ as though someone stole your last dollar from under your nose - why the sudden silence? Was it all that talk about the surgery? I know it sounds scary, but I’m confident that Doc Tenenbaum knows what she’s doin’, and she’s real confident too. Says that other fella’s been talkin’ up a storm since he got out, so there’s nothin’ for you to worry over.”

Delta’s body language doesn’t ease up in the slightest. If anything, he draws into himself even more.

“What is it, honey?” Sinclair asks. “What’s givin’ you the jitters so badly? C’mon, you can tell me - best you can manage.”

Delta is still for a moment, then he hesitantly lifts his hands and turns his waist so that he can point at the wall behind him. It doesn’t take long for Sinclair to realise he’s pointing toward Eleanor’s room.

“Eleanor?” he asks to make sure.

Delta grunts in confirmation, then keeps that finger he’d pointed with extended, only now he turns his hand so that the finger is pointing upwards, as he twists back around to Sinclair. With his right hand, he taps himself on the chest, then points his finger upwards and stands his two pointing fingers together, to represent he and Eleanor. Then he uses his right hand to draw a circle around his heart.

Sinclair thinks he understands, and the message shocks him.

“What,” he says, “you…you’re worried that Eleanor will stop lovin’ you as she does if you get yourself out of that suit?”

Delta draws his hands back in to fidget with them again, giving Sinclair all the confirmation he needs.

Sinclair’s mouth opens and closes, still surprised at this development; why, he’s always seen Delta and Eleanor’s relationship as the pinnacle of familial bonds, even despite how they came together. Never seen a father-child duo closer than the two of them.

Sinclair almost chokes on his own disbelieving laugh, then leans forward on his bed.

“Well, now I got proof that ADAM affects you just the same as it affects everybody else, kid,” he says, “cause what I’m hearin’ is some crazy talk.” 

Delta flinches like he’s being scolded, then lets out a tiny, worried hum of a rumble.

“Honey, that girl looks at you like you hung up the sun - an’ you practically did, in her world. She wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, an’ she was willin’ to throw it all away for you down in Persephone, the way she stood up to her momma like she did, refusin’ to leave you behind, an’ no amount of genius minds could make up a love like that. You still got your bond, sure, but Lamb did away with her conditionin’ years ago, so she’s got no reason ta still see you as her daddy - but she does. You’re her father because you’re her father. She adores you, kid, more’n I’ve ever seen a child lovin’ their parent. Don’t tell me you think back on all the time you’ve spent together, up here in the daylight, and think your get-up has somethin’ to do with it?”

Delta looks hesitant, then his hackles rise up and he squeezes his fists shut, putting a more determined front on. 

Knowing Delta, there’s a side of him that’s still nervous, but if Sinclair’s settled that frankly absurd worry even just a little, then that works for him.

“That’s right - you an’ Eleanor are a pair, and you don’t go separatin’ pairs, now, do you?”

Delta grunts in the affirmative, but whatever confidence he had crumbles in an instant, and it’s like someone let the air out of him, the way his body language sags; clearly, Sinclair has just reminded him of something. Tilting himself forward just so, to look down at the floor, Delta taps his fingertips together thoughtfully, then hesitantly points at Sinclair.

“An’ what about me, kid?” 

Delta gestures to himself, then draws another circle around his heart.

“And how is it that you reckon gettin’ cured will damage our relationship? Think you’ve gotten your wires crossed on that one, chief.”

Delta hesitates, clearly uncertain about whether he should share these thoughts he’s got, then gestures towards his own porthole. He points to Sinclair again, then draws a circle around his porthole to indicate his face. Then he slices his hands through the air, grunting in the negative.

Of course, he should’ve known: Delta’s face.

It’s the one thing Delta’s always been afraid of, showing what’s underneath his helmet. Even with their relationship being what it is, Sinclair’s never seen Delta without his dome; Delta took it off in front of him only once, but Sinclair respects Delta too much to peek, even when he’d dearly wanted to, since he knows where Delta’s boundaries lay. Can’t say he blames the kid either - only the scientists who created them really know what Big Daddies look like, but nobody can claim they think everything’s okay under there.

Still, Sinclair feels as though Delta’s got to give him a little more credit than that.

“Now, I know your misgivings about showin’ your face, pumpkin,” Sinclair says softly, “but do you really reckon that I’ll turn my back on ya if you come jumpin’ outta that suit, not lookin’ like some movie star?”

Delta draws back into himself all over again, looking down at the floor and fiddling with his fingers. Bless him - he clearly feels bad for what he’s accidentally been implying about Sinclair’s character, but he’s still anxious.

“Honey, anythin’ that the ADAM has done to you under there will be solved when Doc Tenenbaum gives you the solution she’s whipped up, an’ even if you still feel as though you got a face that could crack a mirror?”

He scoffs a laugh, the whole notion is just so ridiculous to him.

“Sweetheart, I don’t care what you look like. I don’t care now, I won’t care when the helmet finally comes off. Think of it this way: I spent all my years down in Rapture avoidin’ you Big Daddies, an’ now here I am,” he holds out a hand, “offerin’ my hand to one.”

Delta doesn’t catch the offer immediately, so wrapped up in his thoughts, with his gaze cast downwards, but when Sinclair doesn’t continue to speak, he looks up, jolts, then delicately takes Sinclair’s hand in his.

“There, now, y’see? What you and me got, honey, that’s special. We’ve gone through far too much fer me to gain a shallow perspective, an’ I’m not partial to you cause I think you’re hidin’ some Adonis-like facial structure. I feel the way I do, kid, cause…well.”

He tries to settle his discomfort of being so open about his emotions; this here’s a situation that calls for him to be a little soft. Just gotta think of Delta’s wellbeing.

“You’re a gentleman, for one. You’re kind an’ sweet, and for a Big Daddy, you’re one hell of a charmer. Besides, you laugh at my jokes, an’ there’s always a chance of me gettin’ soft on a fella who does that.”

As if taking the cue, Delta chortles.

“Precisely, see?” Sinclair says with a grin. 

Delta’s shoulders lose some of their tension as he sighs softly, then he shuffles closer and cups his other hand over Sinclair’s. He pats it gently, apologising for his not-so-nice assumptions, he just…can’t help his concerns.

Spent so long dreaming of walking the streets of the outside world with Augustus and Eleanor, and now that the time is coming, he’s…frightened. Excited, but frightened. 

He just…He just hopes he’s handsome, like Augustus is. A face that Augustus can love, and one everybody can look at without getting scared of him.

Sinclair gives him a smile as he says, “So, y’see, honey? I don’t care how you look once you’re freed. For as long as you’ll have me, honey…you got me.”

Delta sings a note of whalesong to him, touched, and gives his hand the gentlest of squeezes to return the favour.

Sinclair smiles lovingly at him, then one side of that smile twists awkwardly.

“Not that I’m…proposin’ marriage, mind - not even a law degree like mine could help with that. But, ah…Hm.”

Sinclair cocks his head before he averts his eyes and tugs on his hand, indicating to Delta that he’d like it back.

Perplexed, Delta releases him as asked, giving a soft, questioning hum.

With the index finger of that hand, Sinclair strokes an idle line over his sheets, pondering whether he should speak of the next topic on his mind, before he smiles softly and decides to go for it.

“Well…now, listen, honey,” he says slowly, “now, you can lemme know if this is too forward of me, but, ah…well…”

He lifts his gaze to Delta’s covered face again, sees him staring curiously.

“Doc Tenenbaum says it’s best that you keep to yourself while you recover, but once you’re all better…I was just mullin’ it over, and since you’ll be needin’ a bedroom like Eleanor an’ I have got, ‘stead of just stayin’ in the place in which you were bedridden…maybe you’d be partial ta callin’ this master bedroom…our master bedroom?”

With a gasp, Delta jolts in surprise, straightening up immediately.

“Now, like I said, chief,” Sinclair holds out a hand, “if I’m crossin’ a line, you just say so. I’d understand if you still want your space, since it’ll be the first time you’ve owned a bedroom in God-knows how long, but if there’s a chance you might wanna room together -”

Before Sinclair’s even finishing that thought, Delta’s letting out a loud, excited note of whalesong, pleasantly surprising Sinclair, who grins as he huffs a laugh.

“Aw - you like that idea, huh? Good, cause I do too. Why, we can even redecorate the place, if you wanna (maybe replace that rug, got no idea why I bought that) - and I’ll even let you pick your side of the bed.” 

The excitement gets too much for Delta to hold in: he’s uncrossing his legs and rising to his knees, all the while belting out a long croon, creating a cheerful contrast to his roar, which is the only other noise he’s ever let out at that volume. 

Sinclair hurries to shush him through laughter, waving a hand at him and then putting a finger over his grin.

“Shhh! Quiet it down, kid, or you’ll wake Eleanor up!” 

Delta either doesn’t hear him over his own trilling or he ignores him, since he’s too busy surging forward. He leans his arms on Sinclair’s bed and pushes, trying to propel himself upwards and climb atop the mattress while keeping his head ducked, lest he throw himself into Sinclair’s canopy.

He makes it halfway onto the bed before it creaks dangerously under Delta’s weight, and Sinclair’s once again scrambling to stop him from doing something they’ll both regret, waving his hands in the air and sliding backwards on his bed, away from Delta so that he isn’t squashed by his own partner.

“Woah, woah, stop, honey, stop!” Sinclair calls. “Ya can’t climb on up here right now, you’re still too big!”

His words seem to reach Delta this time despite the fact that Delta is still crooning, as Delta stops venturing forwards and instead puts out both arms, hands sliding beneath his partner’s body, getting Sinclair tangled up in the blanket that’s still pulled up to his chest from earlier. It takes a couple of attempts before he can get a good enough grip on Sinclair, and then he slides him across the sheets to bring him to the edge of the bed.

After pushing his forearms under Sinclair’s body too, Delta stands properly on his own two feet, then lifts Sinclair from his bed, the rest of the blanket hanging off from Delta’s hold like Sinclair’s wearing a cloak, one corner of it still tucked into the mattress.

“Easy, now, easy!” Sinclair exclaims, clambering to grab ahold of Delta’s helmet or shoulder, anywhere he can.

Carefully supporting Sinclair in his arms, Delta stands to his full height, stepping back from Sinclair’s bed, tugging hard at the blanket to free its corner from the mattress. When it slips free with ease under a Big Daddy’s strength, Delta bounces Sinclair once in his arms, adjusting his hold on him, then he holds Sinclair close, cuddling him as his croon quietens, lest he blast Sinclair’s ears.

With Sinclair secure in his arms, Delta walks over to the fireplace, and Sinclair’s tummy flips as Delta goes down, sitting himself upon the rug. He crosses his legs again, then brings Sinclair in and lays him down in his lap, arms still under him but now supporting him so that Sinclair might comfortably sit up.

Sinclair’s laughing to himself; he’s not usually a fan of being taken off his feet willy-nilly, but now, with Delta being as excited as he is, it’s nothing short of endearing, even cute.

Delta tilts his right arm up, bringing Sinclair with it, and he leans in to affectionately press his helmet against Sinclair’s hair, rumbling so low and quiet that he might as well be purring at him.

Sinclair’s laughter is brought down to a fond chuckle as he shuts his eyes, turning his head to nuzzle his forehead against Delta’s dome, then he pats Delta’s chest.

“If I’d known you were gonna be tossin’ me up in your arms like that, I woulda tried to break the idea ta you more softly. Wonder if you’ll still be able ta lift me up at all, once you’re back to normal.”

Delta draws back from him, and his shoulders fall a little.

Much as he’s eager to ditch this hulking body of his, a part of him will miss being able to pick Augustus up bridal-style and hold him in his lap like this. He likes having Augustus in his arms, and even though he’s always frightened of accidentally hurting him, he…likes being the bigger guy in the relationship.

After a thought, Delta’s shoulders stiffen with determination: if he isn’t big and strong enough to lift Augustus once he’s cured, then he’ll get big and strong enough, in the traditional way. He’ll buy a bunch of weights to lift and go on jogs every day, twice a day, three times, until he’s muscular again. He’ll put in the work and get the best of rewards.

Sinclair must be able to tell what he was initially thinking about because he says, “Aw, but I don’t mind, either way. You could be skinny as a rake an’ I wouldn’t care.”

(Even still - Delta’s plan still stands.) 

Sinclair leans in to him as he adds, “But, see, bunkin’ together’s just the tip of the iceberg, kid - think of all the rest of the things you’ll be able ta do.”

Delta hums, intrigued.

“Well, just think on it: your body will work the way it’s supposed ta, so you’ll be eatin’ an’ drinkin’ like any ol’ regular man! Sure, for now, it’ll jus’ be on soup an’ water, but after that? You can have anything you want, and I know for certain that Eleanor’s been thinkin’ up a list of things she’d like you to try out. I know of a few myself, come to think of it.”

Delta perks up, staring at him. Even with the lack of face, the stare is clearly expectant; Sinclair’s piqued his interest, and Delta would like to hear more of what he could do.

Sinclair chuckles, then adds, “And there’s sleepin’. No more waitin’ around in the dark for Eleanor or myself to rise from our slumbers - why, the night’ll be nothin’ but the blink of an eye for you, sport! An’ lemme tell ya, that bed over there is as soft as cotton candy, and relaxin’ ta boot - and I’ll bet you’re as much a great, big cuddlebug at night as you are durin’ the day.”

At the mention of his favourite pet name, Delta lets out a delighted warble, shoulders lifting up all happy-like, making Sinclair laugh.

Sinclair points a finger toward the bottom of his helmet, where Delta’s neck is hiding. 

“And without that Big Daddy voicebox blockin’ your own, you’ll be able ta talk, chief, with your own voice! And I’ll bet you’ll be a chatterbox, just like me! If that’s possible.”

He gives him a wink, self-deprecating, and Delta chuckles, then croons excitedly; the more Sinclair talks, the more Delta’s body language opens up, looking as though he could float off of the floor at any second.

“Now, that’ll be another one that’s gonna take some time - your throat will need ta heal first - but then it’s off to the races. Speakin’ of - once your body’s all healed up an’ used to bein’ without ADAM again, we can all head into town and Eleanor an’ I can show ya around! It’s a li’l different than I described on the train, place has changed a tad since I last lived here, but it’s still a nice town, with lots to do. Not to mention, the sunshine we get - you’ll finally be able ta feel the sun, too! And rain, if that suits your fancy. All kinds of weather, kid. An’ maybe best of all,” Sinclair gestures towards the door, “you’ll be able to fit through doorways without havin’ to shrink yourself down! Heck, you’ll even be able to sit at the dinner table with us, and on the sofa, too!” 

Practically buzzing now, Delta croons loudly again, and Sinclair shushes him before he can get too excited. He’s grinning, though, because Delta’s excitement is so damn infectious.

“And feel free to tell me again about my forwardness,” Sinclair says, running a finger over Delta’s suited chest, then he leans up to murmur, like he’s got a secret (and for what it’s worth, Delta leans in too, ready to hear it), “but I can’t help but consider all that smoochin’ we could be doin’, once you got a mouth to smooch with.”

Delta gasps like he’s scandalised, then takes his hand from under Sinclair’s legs and covers his porthole with it, feeling bashful, with a soft note of whalesong, like a nervous whine.

Sinclair chuckles deviously, leaning up to nuzzle Delta’s helmet again, before pulling back to speak.

“Think you’ll remember how to do that, pumpkin? Cause, of course, generous as I am, I’ll be more than happy ta give you some pointers.” 

Delta lets out another whine, adjusting his hand on his porthole, moving it over as if to try and cover his face more, and when Sinclair laughs at him, Delta’s whine abruptly turns into his warbling chortle as he drops his hand, genuinely tickled by Sinclair’s teasing - not to mention excited by the prospect of finally being able to show affection with him, in the traditional sense.

Sure, it’s nice having Augustus sit in his lap and cupping his face in his big hands, but to be able to do more…normal things, like holding hands without worrying about crushing Augustus’s fingers, and cuddling on the couch instead of having to do it on the floor so that Delta doesn’t break the furniture, and…and kissing…and even more than that…Gosh…

Can’t pretend he hasn’t daydreamed about all of that, the kissing. Even as far back as the train ride around Rapture, sitting by Augustus’s side on the train bench as Augustus talked about this and that, he’s thought about what that’d be like. Now he’s so close to the prospect…

He hopes he’ll be a good kisser. Doesn’t want to let Augustus down, after all.

Subconsciously, he runs a fingertip over the edge of Sinclair’s lips, and Sinclair smirks and takes Delta’s hand, holding it in place to kiss that finger. The croon Delta lets out makes him grin.

“But that is another thing to consider, sweetheart,” Sinclair says, as if reading Delta’s mind, “you won’t hafta fear about handlin’ us anymore, either. No more bein’ scared of crushin’ us with your hugs or when we’re holdin’ hands. Even if you remain beefy, it can’t be as much as now, so,” he gives Delta’s finger a squeeze, “those worries will be a thing of the past, kid.”

Delta sings out another eager note.

Sinclair smiles and leans into him, nuzzling his cheek against the canvas of his suit, before looking up at him.

“So…how’re we feelin’ about that surgery now, chief?”

With a new surge of confidence, Delta straightens up the best he can while still supporting Sinclair, puffing out his chest and putting the hand that had held Sinclair’s legs to his hip. He won’t let this surgery get the best of him, for sure - he’ll beat it, he’ll beat the recovery process, and he’ll be right as rain!

“That’s it, sugar,” Sinclair says with a proud grin. “You jus’ put your faith in Tenenbaum, jus’ like I put mine in you, and this whole thing will just have been a bad dream.”

Delta jolts softly, then pinches a piece of his suit from his chest, gesturing to it, then waves his hand between himself and Sinclair. He makes another ‘cut it out’ gesture, grunting in the negative, and Sinclair thinks he understands.

If I wasn’t like this, we wouldn’t be here now, together.

Sinclair winces at that kind of talk, considering how Delta ended up in that suit, but he smiles at Delta’s point of view all the same.

“Well…I suppose that’s a fact…But like I said, the suit don’t make the relationship. Don’t you put a thought into how it affects us - cause you an’ me, honey, we’re in this for the long haul.”

He leans up then, and pushes a soft kiss to the glass of Delta’s helmet.

Touched, Delta presses his fingers to the bottom of his porthole, where his mouth should be, then touches Sinclair’s lips, to transfer a kiss. Then, nearly bursting with the love he has for Augustus, Delta brings him in again for another tight, warm cuddle, giving his rumbling purr as he does his best to nuzzle his helmet against him. 

Sinclair chuckles and returns the sentiment, shuts his eyes and basks in the warmth from Delta’s body, the fire still crackling beside him, and the blanket that’s wrapped around him like a cocoon, some of it trailing off from Delta’s hip.

After several long moments of holding the pose, Delta draws back and points towards the window.

“What’s that, pumpkin?” Sinclair says, prompting Delta to repeat himself. “Hm? The town? Aw, you want me to give an audio tour, in preparation for your visit?”

Delta grunts in confirmation, then gets himself comfortable for the talk.

“Alright. So, one of my personal favourite stops is the bakery, as is obvious. They got this peach cobbler there that is just to die for, you’re gonna love it. An’ not to mention their lemon bars, oof. Oh, and another thing they got…” 

Feeling content and loved, Delta listens to Sinclair talk for hours, with nary an anxious thought of tomorrow’s events in his mind - he’s far too excited to be scared now.

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will you tell me about your warriors au

I think about this crack au too often. Anyway, sorry it took me so long to type this up!!!

Not gonna lie making a comic with this concept would heal me in a way.

So our clans are Dayclan (Special Division), Nightclan (Port Mafia), Duskclan (Ada) and Dawnclan (Guild but also a few Doa members). Instead of living in the forest or around a lake, these clans live on the edge of a port town.

The Order of the Clock Tower are basically going to be Bloodclan btw, the Hunting dogs minus Tachihara are the Pack.

Obviously, Tiger later known as Tigermoon (Atsushi) is our protagonist. He's a former kittypet, that lived in a orphanage, fed and taken care of by the children. The old caretaker died and was replaced by a cruel man. Tiger was protective of the children and tried to defend them, the cruel man hurt him badly and locked him in the basement. He barely survived, and nearly starved he escaped out a broken window.

He was eventually found by an eccentric cat who called himself a warrior of Duskclan. Things Tiger only knew of as fables.

The following events are more or less a fusion of warriors and bsd.

Any connection has been lost to Starclan (basically replacing the Book), and the Clans are desperate to fix this. There was a prophecy of a great mythical tiger being the guardian of the path back to the stars, so of course the appearance of Tiger(moon) threw the clans into desperation.

Individual characters have their own backstories and stuff, too much stuff for one post, I will answer any questions.

I'm going to break down the clans a little:

Dayclan: Considered the most elusive and secretive of the clans, a part of their territory overlaps with open farmland.

Duskclan: Considered the cleverest and best hunters, their territory runs alongside a river in a well wooded area.

Nightclan: Considered the strongest and most ruthless warriors of the clans, their territory lies in a heavily forested area between the ocean and the town.

Dawnclan: Considered the boldest and most reckless of the clans, their territory straddles the port/warehouse district and a small wooded area.

Character names and clan alignment below.

I put a lot of thought into the names they all contain obscure references and metaphors.

*There are several bsd background characters I didn't include that are simply not super important for the current plot I have forming in my head, if you want me to give them a warrior cat name and affiliation just tell me.*

Duskclan (Agency)

Leader- Wolfstar (Fukuzawa)

Deputy- Steadystrike (Kunikida)

Medicine-cat- Mothflower (Yosano)

Warriors-

Greengaze (Ranpo)

Brokenweb (Dazai)

Lightsnow (Tanizaki)

Tigermoon (Atsushi)

Nightfrost (Naomi)

Apprentices-

Molepaw(call) (Haruno)

Bullpaw(step) (Kenji)

Rabbitpaw(foot) (Kyouka)

Kits- Boldkit (Aya)

Elders- Brownbean (old cafe guy)

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Nightclan (Mafia)

Leader- Spiderstar (Mori)

Deputy- Ramhorn (Chuuya)

Medicine-cat - Lemontree (Kaiji)

Warriors-

Silversmoke (Hirotsu)

Bloodblossom (Kouyou)

Rushcoat (Akutagawa)

Scarnose (Tachihara)

Goldstone (Higuchi)

Hiddenshadow (Gin)

Jewelshine (Ace)

Apprentices-

Dreampaw(field) (Q)

Gleampaw(skip) (Elise)

Cloverpaw(fate) (Karma)

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Duskclan (Special Division)

Leader- Hailstar (Taneda)

Deputy- Owleye (Ango)

Medicine-cat-

Warriors-

Shadowmoon (Mizuki Tsujimura)

Russetfang (Yachiyo Murakoso)

Crowblizzard (Aoki Takuichi)

I need more for this clan kinda bare, would love suggestions.

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Dawnclan (Guild, and kinda DOA)

Leader- Goldstar (Fitzgerald)

Deputy- Rattail(star) (Fyodor)

Medicine-cat - Softstep (Louisa)

Warriors-

Scarletfur (Hawthorne)

Blackthroat (Lovecraft)

Grapevine (Steinbeck)

Stripecoat (Nikolai)

Hawkeye (Twain)

Skyfall (Sigma)

Batfang (Bram)

Ravenheart (Poe)

Smallbug (Mushitarō)

Apprentices-

Redpaw(storm) (Lucy)

Huckleberrypaw (Huck Finn)

Timberpaw (Tom Sawyer)

Queens- Windsong (Margaret)

Elders- Seasand (Herman Melville)

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Others

Loners-

Blackfox (Verlaine)

Summerstar (Natsume)

Rogues-

Sheep (Shirase)

Lamb (Yuan)

Kittypets-

Snailnose- Katai

Deceased-

Bearshiver (Rimbaud)

Clearsight (Oda)

Cherrykit (Sakura), Pouncekit (Kosuke), Flipkit (Katsumi), Chirpkit (Yu), Quietkit (Shinji) (The Orphans)

Albatrosspaw (Albatross)

Blackice (Iceman)

Swiftwire (Pianoman)

Needleclaw (Doc)

Foxface (Lippmann)

Woolheart (Murase)

Blue (Sasaki)

Eelpaw (Rokuzo Taguchi)

Newttail (N)

Mimic (Gide)

Non-cats-

The Pack (Dogs)

Lion (Fukuchi)

Soul (Teruko)

Snow (Tetchō)

Sorrow (Jouno)

Badger

Sod (Adam)

#asks #answered asks #mutual asks #bsd #bsd au #bsd crack au #bungou stray cats #bsd warriors au #my stuff #screaming into the void #and the void screams back #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #jester thinks #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa

[erosauriarts]

Chapter 114.5 Spoilers

CAUSE I HAVE OPINIONS.... Holy shit. You can read here:

Discusses some theories and observations

Ok, so

Well, we know Fyodor's ability. Knew it had to do with transferring and unfortunately it's not by touch. I was hoping it would be through blood bc I think it's funny that a religious man's ability was a jab at the blood of the lamb. (Also the savior parallel)??? We learned that Fyodor's ability allows him to take the place of anyone that kills him. This connects directly to causation and not a direct influence (Example Bram gets switched bc he ordered the vampire to kill Fyodor.) First thing first... SIGMA WAS USELESS!?!?! Dazai figured out without him. This was a cool part to see, but also frustrating cause it implies that fucking Fyodor planned this since the beginning. He knew Dazai would watch / come to him, Bros not messing around-

Why?? Well because two were factors that could've stop Fyodor is now several kilometers away on a remote island. Even if Chuuya was to simply ditch Dazai in Mersault, it would take 10 hours for him to get there (Assuming Chuuya flies the speed of an airplane). Fyodor predicted that if Dazai were to keep an eye on him, his other half would be short behind.

This kinda sucks, because that means this annoying no u game is literally Fyodor messing with Dazai.

Fyodor had planned this since the beginning, but Dazai ALMOST got him and to the boy's credit, Fyodor may have stressed a tad bit. Now did he how he would've died; no I think he was unsatisfied with how it turned out in the end, but he was about to get away. He has a right to be nervous about Dazai, but I think he's big relieved mofo is so far away. It's also strange, because whatever Fyodor is doing, Atsushi agrees with it. What about the DOA would Dazai and Chuuya fight against? If the theory it is to end all abilities, make world peace, and end all wars - why can't they be involved??

(Chapter 105) (Below, Chapter 111 and 114.5)

One thing that confuses me is, when Dazai pulls out the body from the helicopter was if that was Fyodor if someone that replaced him?? Does Fyodor kill the people he switches with? Just like that is the vampire outbreak suddenly over? If he planned to keep Dazai and Chuuya in Mersault, does that mean he knew the two would fight against his goal? Something else that confused the shit out of me - Fyodor had the time sword, holy sword, and Fukuchi in his possession since the beginning. If this was part of his plan to have a vampire kill him so he can yoink the three, why did he take so long? Is it just the fact he had to wait for the page's effect to summon this... tri-singularity god. The holy sword is capable of controlling whom ever it's impaled to, but it's also possible for that thing at the end of season 5 to be the god in the time sword (using Fukuchi as a host). Also the triple singularity thing is fucking cringe. I see why but oml Asagiri making shit up and balling hard.

Up next; Bram's dead???? So the vampires are gone. Akutagawa really woke up, saw shit blow up, leave, come back with shit on his neck and dress from a whole different timeline. There is no fucking way there isn't some dimension shit, because TWO HOURS later. What did Aku do??? Leave to a fucking museum? BRO HAS METAL!?! WHERE!? HOW DOES THAT HELP YOU?? YOU CONTROL CLOTH!? HUH?!

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #fan art #digital art #dazai osamu #bsd dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bsd fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd chapter 114 spoilers #bsd chapter 114.5 #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs manga #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd akutagawa ryuunosuke

[sigma-showdown]

SIGMA FEMALE SHOWDOWN

BRACKET REVEAL

FEATURING:

Rachael Newman - American Psycho 2 Nina Sayers - Black Swan Carrie - Carrie Sofia Lamb - Bioshock Lain - Serial Experiments Lain Nanno - Girl from Nowhere Jennifer Check - Jennifer's Body Ginger Fitzgerald - Ginger Snaps Makima - Chainsaw Man Re-l Mayer - Ergo Proxy Belladonna - Belladonna of Sadness Dr. Temnova - Parties Are For Losers Vriska Serket - Homestuck GLaDOS - Portal Xenomorph Queen - Aliens Beth Harmon - The Queen's Gambit Monika - Doki Doki Literature Club Tomie Kawakami - Junji Ito Asa Mitaka - Chainsaw Man Maki Zenin - Jujutsu Kaisen Marina - Fear and Hunger: Termina Akane Kurashiki - Zero Escape Lady Macbeth - Macbeth Dana Scully - The X-Files Elaine Benes - Seinfeld Daria - Daria Kanamori Sayaka - Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken! Asuka Langley Soryu - Neon Genesis Evangelion Junko Enoshima - Danganronpa Bayonetta - Bayonetta Jimmy McGill - Better Call Saul Pearl - Pearl

#sigma showdown #sigma #sigma female #sigma grindset #tumblr tourney #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament

[jackjolene]

BioShock/Sinking City: Welcome to the Surface

Onboard the apparent escape craft, Jack and Liz find five little girls and one teenage girl decked out in a diving suit like the one who had he had fought in Oakmont. The resulting tense standoff between Jack and Eleanor is thankfully resolved when Tenenbaum’s sphere surfaced and she gets the two of them to stand down. 

After getting Eleanor, Tenenbaum, Subject Sigma (aka Charles Milton Porter), and all the girls that they and Delta rescued onboard the Mary Catherine, Jack proceeds to chew out Tenenbaum for taking their submersible and going off on her own to Rapture of all places.

Tenenbaum points out that while it was foolhardy, it worked out: All the kidnapped girls have been rescued risking only the life of a single person (herself), and they have acquired the resources and people for a new mission. When asked what this mission is, she replies: “Saving the survivors of Rapture.”

For a while now, she has been theorizing about a cure for ADAM sickness. It would work by using ADAM’s own recall of past genetic changes to reverse the splicing and turn a splicer back to normal. The issue is the sheer number of potential bonding sites for such a cure. Tenenbaum needed a powerful computer to calculate these sites, and she found it in the “Rapture Operational Data Interpreter Network”, or the “Thinker”.

With the Thinker’s blueprints and the resources of Ryan Industries in hand, they’ll be able to make a second Thinker, create the cure for ADAM, and then return to Rapture to cure the remaining splicers and also save the surviving non-splicers.

This changes everything for Jack. For years now, Rapture was shoved into the back of his mind. When it became clear that someone in Rapture was responsible for the coastal kidnappings, the legacy of Andrew Ryan, his father, was brought right back up. 

Feeling responsible for the horrors that have continued on in Rapture during his absence, and while reluctant to go back, Jack is all for this cure and saving whoever is left. He pledges to return to Rapture after developing this cure and using the resources of the original rescue mission as the groundwork for another, larger expedition. With that, he orders the Mary Catherine to set a course to Iceland to get the rescued girls to the authorities.

After handing off the girls to the Icelandic authorities and making up a story for having found them, the Mary Catherine sets sail for its home port of Oakmont. They arrive just in time for Thanksgiving, with the Jolene girls and the Reed family waiting on their pier for them as they dock. 

After a joyous reunion, Jack, Liz, and Tenenbaum introduce Eleanor and Porter to their friends and family. Still a Big Daddy, Porter is stuck with having to wave and make a whale-like noise. Thankfully, the Jolenes and the Reeds are used to interacting with far stranger things than him.

As for Eleanor, thanks to the isolation imposed by her mother, she is very unused to interacting with new people, especially with her own age group. Due to her experiences, she finds it easier to talk and relate with adults. After managing to say hi to Masha, Leta, Sally, Annabelle, and Daisy, she moves on to the Reeds who, she realizes with a shock, she recognizes them as a rush of memories race through her mind.

She remembers growing up in Oakmont, looking up to her father and wanting to be a Navy diver just like him, achieving that dream, then going independent and working as a freelance diver, which led her to finding an undercity run by the missing tycoon, Andrew Ryan. Subject Delta, Johnny Topside, is none other than Jonathan Reed, the son of Charles and Joy Reed.

When she took Delta’s ADAM to preserve his consciousness in her mind, not only did she gain his plasmids and gene tonics, but she also gained access to the memories that he had lost in the process of becoming a Big Daddy. Faced with the family that Delta was denied for over ten years, Eleanor swallows hard and puts up a brave face as she greets her “grandfather”, “grandmother”, and the siblings of her “father”, somehow managing not to cry.

The Jolenes and Reeds have their traditional Thanksgiving dinner, which is held this year at Jolene Manor (formerly Blackwood Manor), with two unexpected guests. Having never seen so much food and of such variety, Eleanor stuffs her face, after which she takes a long and satisfied nap. Porter doesn’t contribute a lot to the dinner conversation, but the Jolenes and Reeds make sure that he knows he’s welcome.

After dinner, Jack and Liz take Charles and Joy aside and explain everything: Rapture, ADAM, plasmids, Big Daddies, Little Sisters, Big Sisters, and now, their new mission to save the survivors of Rapture. Charles and Joy aren’t really surprised; they figured that the backstories of Jack, Liz, and their adopted daughters were likely strange. After all, nobody that comes to live in or was born in Oakmont has a normal life.

Tenenbaum is for immediately beginning work on the new Thinker; she sees no point in stalling and Jack agrees with her. The sooner they get back to Rapture, the more people they can save. That just leaves one question: Who’s coming with?

Jack is a given; his status as Andrew Ryan’s heir means that Rapture’s security systems will be open to him. He doesn’t like the idea of Liz coming with, but she’s made it clear that where he goes, she goes as well. Besides, her skills with stealth make her a valuable asset in Rapture’s environment. Tenenbaum knows the ins and outs of both the city and ADAM, so she’s also coming with.

Charles would love to come with and help his friends, but he’s gotten on in years. He’s glad that his children’s lack of powers exclude them from going to Rapture; Jack is glad the same is true for his girls.

That leaves Eleanor and Porter. While both are powerful combatants and veterans of the insanity and horror of Rapture, Jack and Co. wouldn’t blame either of them if they didn’t want to come with. They’ve been through a lot, and asking them to go back to Rapture would be cruel.

It’s going to take a while for the new Thinker to be built and calculate the cure’s bonding sites, so that means that Eleanor and Porter will have time to recover from their ordeals. Sadly, Porter’s activities will be limited, as he’s still stuck in his Big Daddy suit and that’ll have people asking questions, even in a town like Oakmont.

Eleanor has more options. While she’s almost seven feet tall (Big Sisters are about 6 feet, 10 inches), she has no splicing damage and isn’t grafted into her suit. The city of Oakmont, with all its strangeness, secrets, and dark history, is about to become the playground and school for a daughter of Rapture.

#bioshock #sinking city #jack wynand #elizabeth dewitt #jackabeth #tenenbaum #eleanor lamb #subject sigma #charles milton porter #minerva's den #thanksgiving #they all have a lot to be thankful for #i love the idea of subject delta being charles reeds kid and following in his fathers footsteps #oakmont is not the best place for eleanor to learn about living on the surface #but at least shes got experience when dealing with crazy homicidal people

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Cody sobbed, curled on the couch as that, that- deer man, called for him. He was alone with Heatwave and Boulder at the firehouse, his lungs aching from running all the way from the Greenes lab through the tunnels. Boulder had grabbed him and fought off the demon, sealing them and Heatwave inside. Chase and Blades and the rest of Cody's family were stuck in town, unable to break through the shield Alastor threw over the firehouse.

"Cody. You know you belong to me."

"I- I swear, I didn't, believe me! I knew something was wrong, so I kept him away and signed nothing, ok, he shouldn't be here after I said no, why isn't he gone?" His voice shook, clutching the hand that was so close to sealing the deal, to taking thar monster's hand.

"Cody... we have business to settle. You did a very bad thing, almost gained a place with me. It's a shame you couldn't follow through. Your mother could."

His voice shook the walls, the sigils Boulder had painted out of habit over the garage doors glowed. They were just a superstition, something Charlie let him paint on a little after they had arrived. You could barely see them. The script was painted in almost the same color as the walls, but they held, the intention held, so until Pastor Mike arrived, and Chase broke through the barrier, Cody would be safe as long as he stayed away from the creature knocking on the doors, pleading to be let inside.

The man brought with him red rumbling skies, dark clouds, and an oppressive humidity to every breath taken. Alastor had taken Frankie as collateral, her mother's cross fastened around her neck, warning her of danger beyond the grave, that the old summoning board found in Charlie Burns' closet wasn't some old board game bought at the store.

No, it was the real deal, and poor Frankie paid the price. She was alive, but comatose, floating in a blood-red bubble above Alastor's head. He couldn't harm her, but could take Cody, for the reason of his conception.

Cody was the product of a deal.

The board was blessed by Catherine, Cody's mother, a pastor's daughter who knew her prayers forwards and backward, but knowledge of the Bible didn't protect her from Alastor in the end.

After all, Alastor was a faithful Southern Baptist in life, and hell didn't scare him, despite his dear mother's efforts.

The point was, he knew his prayers too.

Backwards and forward.

Alastor pounded on the garage doors, hearing the singular broadcast leaving the firehouse.

"Prime? Prime! If you are hearing this, get down here NOW. There's a pit beast at our doors, and he's here for Cody. We will be okay for a few days, but if the human priest can't banish it, you will have to step in, for Cody's sake. We can't fight it. Our faith is the only thing keeping it out of the firehouse. This is Heatwave of Sigma 17, signing off."

Alastor frowned. He's had many types of priests called him over the decades, but never a "Prime." He smiled wider. This could be fun.

Heatwave ran back downstairs, sitting next to his charge. Like it or not, if Cody gets dragged down, so will he.

"Cody, Catherine, oh, I love a matching set of sinners in my arsenal."

Alastor screeched, clawing at the doors again. No matter what he did, he couldn't shred the thin metal under his claws.

He leered through the big front windows, tapping on the glass with his microphone.

"What are you doing there, my lambs? Preparing for hell? Silly Silly tin cans, so willing to fall with him. I'll have you holding up the pillars of my hotel till the end of time for this little inconvenience"

Alastor threw his head back and howled with laughter, his curled antlers shaking.

BONG

The firehouse bell, a decommissioned church bell, rang loudly, the sound pushing Alastor back. It burned his antler down to its normal size, Alastor cursing in Latin as he backed away to recover.

"REALLY, CODY? You think a bell could stop ME?"

Inside, Cody shivered despite the heat. "I want my dad." He cried out, curling up against Heatwave's hand as he scooped him into his cab.

"I promise Cody, I will protect you."

The pounding continued, Alastor pulling back his antlers to avoid disturbing the bell again.

Chase broke through the shields, letting the pastor through while the others stayed behind.

"Ah! I was wondering when they would throw in a faithful lamb."

Alastor smiled wider, his grip on his microphone tightening. This was always the hard part. His own faith worked against him on this front, but he has succeeded in spite of it in the past, and this would be no different.

"Reverend Michael Rivers, correct?"

Mike said nothing, confirmed nothing. He couldn't risk anything. "Release the girl, then we will talk." He commanded, ignoring the whispers in his ears to stand down, let Alastor win- Alastor? "Your name is Alastor. Let the girl go."

The demon laughed.

"That's not how that works. But, I am feeling generous, and she's not the one I am looking for, so it's right to at least give you this. After I drag down both tin cans and my prize, it won't matter anyway."

Alastor threw Frankie through the shield, Blades catching her in the knick of time. She groaned, and coughed up black foam from her lungs.

Pastor Mike tried his best, using every trick he could think of to force Alastor to leave Cody be.

It wasn't his efforts that got Alastor to leave, but his own boredom.

"Well, this is going nowhere. No fight, no leverage. You won this round, but know that the Radio Demon always wins."

Alastor sunk into his portal, the shield disapating as he disappeared back into hell.

The sky cleared, birds chirping as life returned to normalcy.

Inside the firehouse, the air cooled. Cody sniffed and wiped away his tears as Chase opened the garage doors.

"Cody?" He called out.

"He's right here." Heatwave said, getting up off the floor. Boulder smiled and waved at him.

He had gone nonverbal during the fighting, and it would be a few days before he would speak more than necessary.

Charlie left the bots to babysit while the adults talked. Chase left to bring Frankie to the urgent care in town, since the cross she wore left a burn where it and the chain it was on touched her due to being surrounded by Alastor's magic. Dani drove, Graham staying with them.

"Why that - he got what he asked." Charlie sat at the kitchen table, wiping at his eyes. "He wanted our stillborn daughter's corpse for- for- I can't even understand why. He drank her blood and then made Cathy prepare her like a suckling pig - his words, not mine. He ate the entrails and guts, Cathy the meat. He made her eat it while I watched. He then sealed the rest in a coffin and took it with him. Two months later, Cody was concieved without issue. That was it. Nothing about Cody being his son."

Pastor Mike set his hand on Charlie’s shoulder. "You didn't know. Nobody knew. I didn't, and Cathy and I were thick as thieves. I will bless the site, leave you with some holy water, and crosses to put in your and Cody's bedroom. I know Boulder is going to retouch all the sigils and paint more where he thinks they would be beneficial. I want you to do the same with the crosses, paint them if you can't put them up."

Charlie looked up at him. "You think that would work?"

"I pray it does." He answered gravely.

"How about the bots? Are you worried that maybe something the prime does can disrupt what you did?" Kade asked. He chose to ignore the part about his mother eating his younger sister. That was a whole other conversation for another day.

"The difference between a piece of wood and a cross is the belief in it." Pastor Mike answered. "No amount on preaching I can do to the bots can help or harm them if they don't believe in it. If our neighbors downstairs believe that the prime can help, then in my mind, the prime will help my efforts, not stiffle it."

"Alrighty then." Kade said, not sounding convinced.

#bible mention #maccadam #transformers #transformers rescue bots #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #cannibalism