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You Set My Soul Alight | Jonathan Crane

Pairing -> sub!jonathan crane x villain!reader

Summary -> You and Jonathan Crane have always been at odds. He's an arrogant asshole and you're a sarcastic shit, and no matter what you always find a way to bump heads. The worst part about it is that deep down you find him brilliant and attractive and utterly intoxicating. One day, Crane comes to you with a plea to enticing to resist, and you find this the perfect opportunity to put him in his place.

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), enemies with feelings, sub!Jon acting like a brat, swearing, dom!reader, degradation kink, ma'am kink, unprotected sex, edging, hair pulling, ball slapping, slapping in general, if you squint real hard Jonathan's lowkey a little sexist, bruce wayne is a playboy, reader's kinda a simp

Word count: 5k

Disclaimer: The Dark Knight trilogy/DC characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Jonathan Crane glared at you, his piercing blue eyes filled with a layer of contempt and almost embarrassment like he was regretting this entire endeavor. It was delightful, seeing him in this state, and you made sure to enjoy every second of it — the way his cheeks were tinting a light pink, his muscles tensed up and his tone coming out a desperate yet still arrogant plea. Moments like these were rare, and you were ready to savor and drag them out every chance you got.

“I need your help,” he repeated, his tone distasteful like he was swallowing a bitter pill. “I told you, I need more money for my experiments, but I can’t do it without any funding. Wayne Enterprises is hosting a gala next week. All the richest of the city will be there and all of them are looking to donate. Charity, science, whatever will make them look good. I know you’re going, so I’m asking — as polite as I can be — please, get me an invite.”

You tilted your head to the side, eyes trailing off to look at some random painting on the wall. You briefly wondered how he got past your home security, but after a few seconds, you focused your attention back on him. “Sorry, what did you say? Can you repeat that?” you said with a slight grin.

Jonathan pursed his lips. “Don’t be clever with me.” But then he shakes his head and lets his serious facade go. “We both know you have the connections to score another invite . . . Please, my darling.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, the way it always did when he called you that. You wondered if he knew just how much you enjoyed it.

“I like it when you beg, it’s always been a good look on you.”

Jonathan smiles. A mock smile.

“Well, it’s true. No point in getting all upset.” You shrug, heading over to your kitchen to get some iced coffee for the both of you. “Tell me, why should I help you? Why should I help the man who has made it his mission to offend me every time we speak?”

You may have been a little unfair in saying that. Sure, he was a brat, but so were you. In fact, ever since you two met you had always been at each other’s throats, demeaning one another, insulting everything from intellect to personality to looks. You doubt your paths would have ever crossed had it not been for your good friend Harley, who introduced you both one fateful summer evening.

You don’t know what went wrong that day. Maybe it was the weather, the exceptionally hot wind that only frequented Gotham once every couple of years, the ones that made the city cranky and sweaty, or perhaps it was simply a bad first impression, the ones that just happened every once in a while. It had happened far too long ago to remember what it was that made you dislike Jonathan so much in the first place, and you were sure it didn’t matter. According to everyone who knew him, he had always been an ass, but he was good company once you got to know him.

Maybe he was. You wanted to figure that out, to peel away the layers of armor. You could be friends, lovers even. He could be yours. Yours to do whatever you wanted with. Yours to put in place, because god knows he needed it.

You weren’t sure when you started to think like this. To grow an obsession, but you did, and you couldn’t stop your feelings now. You didn’t want to stop. Loving Jonathan was too addictive, no matter how much he pretended to hate you — because you knew he didn’t actually hate you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t stop in once every while, under the pretense of snarky put-downs or brags. He wouldn’t graze his fingers with yours when walking by, and he wouldn’t ask your friends (namely Harley) what you did, what you liked, and what you talked about.

“Because deep down,” Jonathan answered, following you into the kitchen, “you know I’m brilliant, and you know I deserve your help.” He accepted the coffee, taking a small sip before continuing, “But you’re too prideful to admit it.”

“Maybe I am, but that’s not a good reason. Deserve isn’t enough, Crane. At least not for me. I know you can do better than this, convince me. That mouth must be good for something.”

Jonathan paused, his tongue briefly sweeping over his lower lip, making it glisten in the light of the lamp. You weren’t sure if the brief silence was because he got flustered, or he was just thinking. “Then do it because you want to,” he finally said. “Because you know my research is important and you care for it, enough to do me this one simple favor.”

“I don’t know . . .” you trailed off in a teasing tone.

It seemed like Jonathan was getting annoyed again. “My dear, won’t you help me?”

“I’m still thinking.”

He groaned. “Pretty please?”

You let out a little sigh, barely audible. “I will. For you.”

That last part had intended to come off as flirtatious and pretentious, but instead, it was soft and delicate, so vulnerable it took you off guard.

“Thank you,” he said, setting his glass down. He had finished all of the coffee, quickly enough so that there were still ice cubes lying on the bottom of the glass. “I’ll pick you up, around four. Who knows, maybe we’ll even have some fun.”

And that was it. He left through your front door without saying anything else, leaving you with thoughts of the gala and what dress you were going to wear.

That next week you had settled on one and bought yourself a burgundy dress, a beautiful shade of red, one like expensive wine or fresh blood, a color that you knew looked good on you. It was a deep cut that went through the valley of your breasts, but if you pressed your arms inwards just slightly, which you fully intended to do, they would push up. It was a look classy enough for a gala, but still seductive enough to garner attention.

Originally, you weren’t going to attend the function at all. This kind of stuff had always been boring for you, even as a child who was forced to go, but if Jonathan was going on your behalf then you sorta had to and definitely wanted to.

A ring sounded through your house. He was here.

You opened the door and took a deep breath once you saw Jonathan. He was dressed in a neat suit, but not like the suit he was wearing when you last saw him. This one was charcoal black, silky, and smooth, with a white handkerchief in his outer breast pocket. His shoes were the same color and looked like they had just been shined, and in his hand was a bouquet of red roses.

“For you,” he said, placing them in your hands. His eyes swept over your figure, and his mouth parted for a moment. “It matches.” You huffed, secretly flattered. “But it’s such a shame.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “Such a pretty little dress wasted on such an ugly little thing.”

You blinked, and then tossed the flowers to the side, letting them fall into a patch of dirt (you were definitely going to pick them up later). “Like you’re such a piece of work.”

“I am,” he said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Men and women love me.”

Despite how attractive you found him, you really didn’t believe that. You were sure his attitude warded most people off, and besides, he was an introvert and a criminal. Dating wasn’t just something people like him did often.

“We’ll see. This gala will be filled with attractive young bachelors. Get one interested in you and I’ll admit you're handsome,” you challenged.

“Admit?” He laughed, a beautiful laugh. “Admit implies that you already find me handsome, you just don’t want to confess so.”

This man needed to be slapped. He needed to be given a good, hard hit across the face.

“You know what? I feel like being alone tonight. I think I’ll just go to the gala without you.”

You were about to close the door, intending to head to your garage, but Jonathan grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside, shutting the door behind you.

“No takebacks. You promised. Where’s your honor?”

“Honor?” You scoffed. “I’m a killer, what did you expect?”

Jonathan must have really thought that you were going to leave because he gripped your wrist tighter. “I’m sorry,” he quickly said. “I’ll be good tonight.” He placed his index finger to his thumb with his free hand and made a zipping motion across his lips. “See?”

“You better be. I’m doing you a favor here. Now, come inside, we’ll take my car—”

“I have a car,” Jonathan said. “I even got us a driver.”

You took a peek over his shoulders. Sure enough, there was a fancy car waiting in the driveway, engine still on. It was difficult to see through the windows but you could make out the faint outline of a man in the driver’s seat.

“If you insist.”

He held out his arm for you to take, and while you did want to, you instead shoved it away. For a moment, you swore a flicker of hurt crossed his face, but it was gone too fast for you to be sure it was even there at all.

“Where’s my invite?” he asked.

“You don’t have one. You’re going as my plus one.”

“As your date?”

“It’s not a date. I thought you said you were going to be a good boy. What’s with all this complaining?”

“I’m not complaining, I was expressing my feelings. You should work on that. As a psychiatrist, I recommend—”

“—I recommend you shut the fuck up.”

Jonathan put his hands up, surrendering, but he did so beaming.

It hadn’t taken too long to get to the party. Traffic was high as always, but time seemed to be flowing faster than ever, despite you and Jonathan staying silent.

When you arrived there was a line of cars. Wayne Manor, a building you had only been to twice before, was still as impressive as you remember. It was a collection of elegant architecture and stonework, with a large wooden entrance that opened up to a main hall. The size of the driveway and front lawn was a bit unnecessary, at least to you, but what else could you expect from old money?

After getting out of the car you were greeted by cameras and reporters, lights flashing in your eyes, but you didn’t bother with them.

Jonathan reached out his hand, and this time you did take it — but only because everyone was watching, and if you pushed him away it would have caused an unnecessary scene. Jonathan’s driver drove the car away for parking and you both walked inside.

The inside was spacious, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and people dressed classy, with gloves and diamond earrings, all mingling and chatting with each other about the stock market or their annoying ex-spouse or how it was such a bother when their vacation to Switzerland had to be canceled because of work. There was a tray of snacks and waiters walking around with luxurious drinks, something you immediately took advantage of.

“Thank you, sir,” you said politely, taking a glass of champagne, but before you could take a sip someone called out your name.

You turned around to see Bruce Wayne himself waving over to you, a boyish charm about him. He had two women on his arms, models or prostitutes, or both, you couldn’t tell, but they were drop-dead gorgeous.

Your parents did business with him, and as a result, you met him at a young age. You were never really buddy best friends, but you went to the same school and that was enough for him to invite you to all his parties and greet you as though you were a family friend.

“You know Bruce Wayne?” Jonathan whispered, but before you could answer Bruce approached you both.

“I haven’t seen you around in a while,” he said. “This is Mila and Stephanie. Say hi ladies.” They giggled and waved as he gave the back of your hand a little kiss. “Gorgeous girl. You should wear these outfits more often, you truly look stunning.”

You let him put his arm around your waist, enjoying the compliment.

“Oh, no,” you said modestly. “It’s just a dress.”

Jonathan chuckles. “Ah, don’t be like that, my darling. You look exquisite.”

You all but glared at him. Now he said you looked nice.

“What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” Bruce removed his arm from around your waist and held it out to shake Jonathan’s hand.

“Dr. Jonathan Crane,” he responded, a little tense. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne.”

“Jonathan’s actually doing some research into brain chemistry,” you said.

“Really? Tell me about it, Dr. Crane,” Bruce said, flashing a charming smile.

“I would,” Jonathan responded, turning to you, “but I don’t wanna bore my girl.”

“Your girl?” Bruce repeated, eyes glancing at you. “ You’re a lucky guy. Tell me how scored such a beauty like her?”

“Oh, it wasn’t that hard.” Jonathan reached around and put his hand on your shoulder. “She was practically falling all over me.”

That was true, but your jaw still clenched. “He likes to exaggerate,” you told Bruce with a little laugh.

“Well, if you ever want to change things up a little, I’m right here.” Bruce winked comically, leaving with his girls.

You could tell Bruce wasn’t joking. It sounded like a serious offer, only told in a joking format so as to not rile Jonathan up, as he was under the impression Jonathan was your actual boyfriend.

“You’re a jealous mongrel,” you told Jonathan once Bruce was out of sight. You both walked over to a more secluded corner. “Can’t imagine the idea of having to share, huh? Had to go and make up stories?”

Jonathan scowled. “He was shameless around you. Be grateful I warded him off,” he said arrogantly. “And it’s not like you guys would have worked out. With what your hobby and all.”

You didn’t say anything. Jonathan was jealous, huh? You know felt a sudden urge to go after Bruce, get a little drunk, and follow him back to his room. It’s not like he wasn’t handsome, he was the most eligible bachelor in the city. And you did like him. He was funny and nice. Plus, you two had known each other for a long while. What a fun trope, especially if it was making Jonathan mad.

“A good fuck needs to work out only for the night.” You shrugged.

“You—you can’t,” Jonathan sputtered out. “You’re here with me, not him.”

“I don’t see the problem. I got you in the door and now you don’t need me anymore. What’s wrong if I have some fun?”

“You can’t.”

You waved him off, though you were enjoying the way he was pouting.

“Brat,” you muttered under your breath.

“I’m not a brat.” He gave a dry chuckle. “Excuse me for wanting to spend the night with you.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?” You grinned devilishly. “Act like you want nothing more than to be here.”

Jonathan’s breathing hitched. Yours did too.

“You want it?”

“Don’t be scared.”

After you said that he didn’t hesitate to lean forward to give you a hard kiss, bringing his hand around the back of your head to push you both even closer together. He pulled away, his face still close to yours.

“Like that?”

“Yeah, like that,” you breathed out.

“I can give you more,” he whispered in your ear, his breath almost ticklish. “I know you want it. Been fantasizing about me all this time, hmm?”

You smiled coyly.

“For me to bend you over like the whore you are—”

“—Careful, Crane. I might just have to slap you.”

“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you. Fucking say it—”

You took a quick glance around the room to see if anyone was looking, which they thankfully weren’t, and then gave Jonathan a quick, harsh slap to the face.

The force of it made his neck turn, and his cheeks immediately turned red. He stayed silent for a moment, looking up at you through thick eyelashes, eyes narrowed in lust. It was all the conformation you needed to grab his chin, lift his face up, and give him another slap.

Before you could say anything else he pressed his lips up against you again, pressing you up against the wall passionately.

You backed away, and he furrowed his eyebrows, but all you did was grab his hand, feeling a frenzy of desire take over you. “Let’s go.”

You dragged him through the sea of people and out a backdoor. There were a couple of people walking around in the garden, but you managed to find a place secluded enough for you and Jonathan. The ground was grassy and soft, and no one was walking by. Even if they did, they’d have to be purposefully looking for you two to see you both behind the trees and flowers.

“Lay down,” you ordered.

He grinned but did as you asked. “Here? Outside? You’re such a naughty girl.”

“Do you wanna wait until we get home?”

“No,” he said, a little too eagerly. “I want it now.” He sat up and tugged on your dress, running his hand up your leg. “You’re so soft,” he murmured, planting a few wet kisses on your thigh.

You sighed contently, enjoying the affection he was giving you. This moment felt like a haze, like the world was just slipping by and you were stuck in time, a feeling that made you wonder if this was a dream or not. The evening sunset and dark sky weren’t helping either. It all felt perfect, too perfect.

“Mmm.” Jonathan reached up and hooked his fingers into your underwear. You snapped out of your trance and swatted his hand away.

“Getting a little touchy there, aren’t you?”

He smirked, looking up at you through thick eyelashes. “Just tryna please you, darling.”

You thought for a moment, then decided that you would let him eat you out.

“Alright then. Please me, Dr. Crane.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the name, savoring the way it rolled so delicately off your tongue. He lifted up your dress and pulled down your panties. You kicked them off to the side and rested your dominant leg on his shoulder.

He pushed his finger against your folds, making a humming sound. “You’re so wet, darling.”

He leaned forward to suck on your clit roughly.

You lightly gasped at the pleasant sensation, bucking your hips into his face accidentally. You had meant to show more control, but how could you when Jonathan was so hungrily lapping? burying his face into your pussy like he was starved, passionately alternating between licking and sucking.

“Oh, Jonathan.”

His fingers, which had been gripping your hips, moved upward. As he continued to press his tongue against your clit his finger gently prodded your entrance, making sure that you were ready. He pushed his finger, curling it slightly.

You stifled your moans, not wanting a passerby to catch you two in the act, but you were finding it difficult. He kept thrusting his finger in and out of you, adding another one just a minute later.

You threw your head back, eyes shut. You held his head for balance and relaxed, letting yourself go into a peaceful bliss. But then you felt Jonathan’s teeth nip your bud, biting into it deliberately, and you yelped.

Gripping his hair, you forced him to look at you. His mouth and nose were covered in your wetness, and his lips were curving up into a delightful smile.

“What was that for?”

He shrugged. “Mmm, I couldn’t help it, Ma’am.”

Instead of reprimanding him, you took the selfish route and pushed his face in between your legs, grinding onto his lips until you felt that familiar sense of elated happiness. You came all over him, your brain shutting off, or rather, getting overloaded at that euphoric, all-consuming release.

You let go of Jonathan’s hair, but he didn’t pull away. He licked up your cum, making your nerves feel overstimulated, but after he was satisfied, he stopped.

“You like that?” he asked.

“F-fuck, yeah.”

You grabbed your panties and put them back on, much to Jonathan’s dismay.

“Where are you going?” He got up, using his sleeve to wipe off the remaining juices on his face. You could see a tent, his cock poking out from under his pants.

“Home, of course. And you’re coming with me.”

He shook his head vehemently, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his hard cock against your body. “Let’s finish this here. I can’t wait any longer. Don’t make me wait.”

“If you’re a good boy, you’ll wait.”

“I can’t,” he bitched desperately, hurriedly pulling down his pants. “I won’t. I’ve waited too fucking long.”

You grabbed his cock through the fabric, squeezing it tight in his hands.

His face contorted to one of pleasure and pain. “Huh!”

“You think you can just get what you want? After you’ve such a dick? Oh, ‘she was practically falling all over me’. ‘Such a pretty little dress wasted on such an ugly little thing.’”

“C’mon, I didn’t mean it! You looked so beautiful, I was just trying to make you mad. Be nice . . . Pleaseee?”

You gripped it tighter and he whimpered. “See how pathetic you get the moment I show an ounce of authority? How you start to beg? If I say something you do it. Do you understand?” He didn’t say anything, his lips still parted in pain. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes!” he choked out.

You let go. “Good boy. Now go call your driver and ask him to pick us up ‘round back. Unless you want everyone to see your erection?”

You gestured to the front of the manor, where through the bushes you could still see people enjoying the party.

“No, no.” He called his driver, trying his best to cover his erection by interlocking his hands in front of his waist. “You’re a cruel goddess.”

While you two waited for the driver, you peppered sweet kisses along Jonathan’s neck, but when he arrived, you stopped, making him groan at the loss.

Throughout the drive back to your place, you ghosted your fingers over Jonathan’s lap, occasionally resting your hand on his length. Once the driver dropped you both off, you wasted no time in pushing him to your room.

He took off his clothes as did you, his white cock springing up furiously. It was just the right size, bigger and longer than average, almost so that you worried about having to fit it inside you.

His figure was lanky, but still muscled, just the way you thought it would be. You placed your fingers on his chest, twisting his nipples. He shuddered and took off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. You shoved him down on your bed and he immediately spread his legs, giving you perfect access.

“Want me to suck you off, Jon?”

“Yes!” he said impatiently. “Just do it.”

You spanked his balls with your hand, carefully watching the way they bounced ever so slightly.

“Nghh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Do it whenever you feel like.”

Despite his words, you could see him waiting anxiously for you to touch him.

You did so, kissing the tip of his head and running your tongue through the slit, tasting the salty precum he was leaking. He hissed when you took his entire length. “Ah.”

You gripped your thumb so you wouldn’t gag and took him in all the way, hollowing out your cheeks. He thrusted up, deepthroating you for a hot second before he placed his hips firmly against the bed, not wanting to do anything that would upset you.

“So—so warm,” he stuttered out. “Can’t wait to feel your cunt, if your mouth is this fucking good.”

You would have said something, but your mouth was filled, busy bobbing up and down. He squirmed and moaned, shamelessly being as loud as he could. You could feel yourself getting wet again, but you controlled your urges for the sake of Jonathan.

He brushed your hair out of the way, scrunching up his face. “M’gonna — hnghhh — m’gonna come!”

That was when you pulled off of him.

It took a moment for him to realize what you were doing, but when he did, he wasted no time in complaining.

“No,” he mewled, tearing up. “I’ve been such a good boy. Such a good boy.”

“Have you?” You giggled.

“I need you, I need this,” he moaned. “I’ve wanted you so bad — that’s why I came to you, that’s why I came to you and no one else. I didn’t even need the sponsors that bad, I just wanted to see you. I . . . I’m in agony,” he continued dramatically.

“That’s sad.”

More tears ran down his cheek at your nonchalant words. He sniffled. “Please, stop that and just make me come!”

“Okay. I think you deserve it.”

But instead of putting your mouth back on him, you sunk onto his cock, slowly at first, so your pussy could get used to the size.

“Oh, fuck,” Jonathan cursed, placing one of his hands on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. His other hand went up to play with your breasts, cupping and kneading them like they were pieces of dough.

You started bouncing, a string of incoherent words and moans leaving your mouth. Jonathan sat up and wrapped you in his arms, kissing down your neck as you moved.

“You feel so good,” you murmured, clenching around his cock. “I s-should have done this sooner.”

“Should’ve,” Jonathan agreed. “But — ah — we can always do this more often, yeah?”

Too blissed out to respond with words, you just nodded your head, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

It didn’t take long for both of you to come after that. His hot load spurted inside of you and you came again, but this time on his cock.

He collapsed, exhausted from the sensations.

You slowly got up, letting out a little wince as you felt his length leave you. You cuddled up beside him, caressing his cheek, wrapping you both in the blanket. He looked a little tired, and you didn’t blame him. So were you.

“You set my soul alight,” he said softly. “You always have.”

You wanted to ask him how deep his feelings ran, if this was just sex, or if it was something more, but when he fell asleep on your breast, you dropped the idea. He trusted you enough to let his guard down around you, and for now, that was more than enough.

The rest of the night was spent holding each other in your arms as you slept. When you woke up in the morning, he was still there, snoring softly like he was a peaceful angel.

You pulled him closer to you. “I’m never letting you go,” you murmured darkly. “Never.”

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Hi there! Welcome - I'm Alli (she/her). I like concerts, books, and science. My favorite color is pink and my favorite band is Fall Out Boy. At this time I'm writing fics for The Empyrean (Fourth Wing) series, but someday in the future I might expand that list. Thanks for joining the chaos!

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storm in the quiet (E)

Xaden/Violet, arranged marriage AU, > 200k words, ongoing

It took only a few minutes for Violet to figure out what purpose she served. No one said it out loud—not yet, but they’d get there—but they kept throwing out words like formalizing alliances and uniting two groups, and she understood. Violet was a sacrificial lamb, and Xaden Riorson was the wolf, and her slaughter would be their marriage.

(find sitq deleted moments here, here, and here)

simmer (E)

Xaden/Violet, one shot, 4.1k words, complete

The night that Tairn began channeling to Violet, she didn’t stumble upon Xaden in the snow. She found someone else to take care of her, and when Xaden realized, he was less than amused.

violence in my veins (E)

Xaden/Violet, one shot, 4.1k words, complete

The Riders’ Quadrant had something of an obsession with piercings. The only person Violet Sorrengail knew without any was, of course, Xaden Riorson. Or so she thought.

invisible in a violet sea (E)

Xaden/Violet, one shot, 2k words, complete

“It’s just me here, love. Tell me what you need so badly, Violence.” There was something about the way he said the private nickname in this context, with his voice low and husky, that made it feel entirely different from every other time he called her that. Like it was reverent and special and it, like her, belonged only to him. “You,” she said. “I need you, Xaden.”

void of all composure (E)

Liam/Violet/Cam, one shot, 2.8k words, complete

Liam Mairi figured it couldn’t be that hard to keep Violet Sorrengail out of trouble. Unfortunately, he didn’t account for the fact that her version of trouble was Cam Tauri, and Liam was certainly going to go down with her.

somehow i still love you more (G)

Xaden/Violet, kid fic, one shot, 800 words, complete

Xaden’s favorite time was the middle of the night, when his wife slept peacefully and he got to hold his daughter and watch the snow falling.

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Are you going to kill Liam?

No. I promise. I know you’re all traumatized, but please read the tags on AO3. There’s one that says “Liam lives!” and it means he lives all the way to the end and it’s not a joke 😅

When will Xaden and Violet fuck?

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in1-nutshell · 6 months

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Hey, if your open to it

Anything with Brainstorm from mtmte. It's criminal how little fanfiction there is of this little shit.

It could be romantic, like Buddy is just pining, and Brainstorm is just oblivious until someone points it out.

It could be familial, like Buddy is Brainstorm's sibling.

Or just some good ol platonic shit, just two chaotic idiots being pals.

We just need more of this mad scientist fuck and in this Ted talk I will-

I have been waiting to get to this one for a while! You're right too about Brainstorm not having too much content out there. It was hard trying to choose just one of the options so by the power of random finger pointing, we got the prompt.

Hope you enjoy!

Brainstorm having Twin sibling

SFW, platonic, familial, Cybertronian/ Bot reader, injuries mentioned

MTMTE/LL

Buddy’s alt-mode is a car, and they have a book nerd personality.

Comparing Buddy to Brainstorm was one of the funnier things to do.

Brainstorm the ever-talented scientist.

Buddy the archivist.

To totally different fields of work and yet they made things work. Brainstorm wasn’t too experienced in Buddy’s field and Buddy wasn’t too into the science field despite Brainstorm trying multiple times to get them into it. Buddy just didn’t seem to have the science touch like Brainstorm did.

“What do I do now Brainstorm?”--Buddy

“See that green wire?”--Brainstorm

“Yeah.” --Buddy

Snip

“Don’t cut that one.”--Brainstorm

“…What happens if I do, in a hypothetical situation?”--Buddy

“Then I suggest you run in the opposite direction NOW!”--Brainstorm

The war was already on its way when the two were around. While Brainstorm opted to become a triple agent, Buddy saw fit in communications and records sectors.

“I still don’t understand why you can’t move stations. Its such a pain to travel between stations and breaks are way too short!”--Brainstorm

“Stormy, I love you and all but you’re forgetting some key facts.”--Buddy

“What?”--Brainstorm

“One, I don’t belong in the science branch, especially nowhere near Project Solar storm.”--Buddy

“True I guess…”--Brainstorm

“And the second reason, I need to do my job Stormy. These messages aren’t going to deliver themselves.”--Buddy

“…”--Brainstorm

“Stop frowning Brainstorm. I always come back on time.”--Buddy

“I’m not frowning. You can’t even tell, I have the mask on!”--Brainstorm

“Stormy, I know when you have the frowny face.”--Buddy

Buddy is one of the few bots that can see through his façade in an instance. They also developed a sixth sense where they can tell if Brainstorm was making a new and possible dangerous invention. Which was almost every time.

Brainstorm putting together a highly unstable and dangerous weapon.

Ping!

Brainstorm answers his comm.

“Hello?”--Brainstorm

“Don’t. Even. Think about it Brainstorm.”--Buddy

“What—”--Brainstorm

“I know what you’re doing is probably not sanctioned, so drop it.”--Buddy

“…buzz kill…”--Brainstorm

“What was that?”--Buddy

“Love you too Buddy!”--Brainstorm

Brainstorm himself wanted to know if this was some sort of outlier ability.

“Brainstorm I swear—stick that prod into my joints ONE MORE TIME!”--Buddy

“This would be easier if you would just stay still!”--Brainstorm

“NO!”--Buddy

It wasn’t.

Brainstorm is constantly asking for Buddy whenever he has free time. It’s already bad enough that Buddy can’t be with him all the time, but they have a completely different schedule than he does and work so far away.

He hates having so much distance between them.

It’s a couple more years of these short communications when all lines go dead. Brainstorm was panicking inside. Buddy designation gets added on the MIA list after the sector had been ambushed by a Decepticon attack.

Brainstorm went on to create the Buddy finding machine. A machine that would detect where Buddy was nearby

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! Work you machine!”--Brainstorm

“Results: No Buddy.”

“AAARRRRGGHHHHH!”--Brainstorm

Time skip after the time travel incident.

Brainstorm was recovering from everything.

From the trial.

From Quark.

From Buddy.

He made a detour while doing his time travel mess to at least see Buddy one more time in case he accidentally erased himself from existence. He was so tempted in reaching out for Buddy and to warn them of their fate… but he ultimately knew they wouldn’t have wanted that.

He let them go.

But things were getting better. The crew had stopped at a nearby planet after receiving a distress signal.

The ship was buzzing with noise when the crew came back and with someone with them.

“What’s going on?”--Brainstorm

“The away group came back with an injured bot.”--Nightbeat

“Oh?”--Brainstorm

“Yeah, heard the poor bot’s legs where chewed off.”--Skids

“Chewed off?”--Brainstorm

Brainstorm tried to see them but the crowd was too thick and opted in seeing the visitor later. Brainstorm was going back the lab as the crowd dispersed.

He didn’t make it far as Chromedome was hot on his tailpipe.

“Brainstorm! Brainstorm slow down!”--Chromedome

“Chromdome? What are—HEY!”--Brainstorm

“No time to explain! You’ll thank me later!”--Chromedome

He just grabbed his hand and went to the med bay.

“Chromdome what happened?! Is it Rewind?”--Brainstorm

“Domey! You guys are here!”--Rewind

“Guess not. Wait is it Perceptor? Is he hurt?!”--Brainstorm

“Why would I be hurt?”--Perceptor

“PERCY! You can’t just scare a bot like that!”--Brainstorm

“My apologies. Chromedome, does he know?”—Perceptor

“Do I know what?”--Brainstorm

“Not yet, I just hauled him over here. Kind of wanted to surprise him.”--Chromedome

“Surprise me?”--Brainstorm

“Well Nautica has been keeping them company since they came back online.”--Rewind

“Who came back online?”--Brainstorm

“Should we leave when he sees them?”--Rewind

“No, anyways he might faint, someone needs to catch him.”--Chromedome

“I am standing right here! And why in Primus’s name would I faint? Who’s with Nautica? Who came back online?”--Brainstorm

“I spoke with First Aid—”--Perecptor

“WILL SOMEONE PLEASE--!”--Brainstorm

“We’re clear! Good luck Brainstorm!”--Rewind

“… sometimes I wonder why you are my best friend.”--Brainstorm

“Same here now go.”--Chromedome

Brainstorm shrugged the animosity and walked in half expecting Ratchet to throw a wrench in his faceplate after he used the anti-gravity gun on Ambulon last week. And to be on the record that was on voluntary grounds, sure he didn’t explain that this was only his third time testing it and how was he supposed to know he’d be stuck in alt mode too?

He heard giggling and some hushed whispers; he went to find the source to find Nautica and some other bot on the med bay chatting away.

“And as an apology, Brainstorm gave me this multi-purpose wrench!”--Nautica

“You have to show me the button though.”--Bot

“Of course—Oh, look who’s here!”--Nautica

The bot in question spots him and goes quiet, Nautica took notice and looked at Brainstorm quickly moving out of the way so he could have a full view of the bot.

The bot was all scratched up, in desperate need of a new paint job, two legs missing and had a huge dent on the left side of their helm.

“Hey Brainstorm.”--Bot

“…Ummm… Do I know you?”--Brainstorm

He nearly regretted saying that after seeing the crushed look on their faceplate. Nautica and Chromdome were ready to knock some literal sensing into him.

“So… how that data pad of random poems going?”--Buddy

“What did you say?...”—Brainstorm

“The data pad of all the random poems? You know?”--Buddy

“…Buddy?”--Brainstorm

“We were reading them every other cycle?”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Brainstorm

Wait, did you throw it away? I told you—”--Buddy

“BUDDY!”—Brainstorm

Brainstorm is hit by the reality brick when he realizes the bot was Buddy.

He squeals and practically jumps on top of them trapping them in a fierce hug that was sure to cause more dents.

He’d suffer Ratchet’s wrath later; he was sobbing up a storm as Buddy reciprocated the hug.

The others took this moment as a time to leave.

Brainstorm did in fact suffer Ratchet’s wrath later.

Brainstorm tried to scold Buddy in going on the mission, but he stops and begins asking where in Primus’s name where they this whole time.

As it turned out Buddy had managed to escape the ambush because they left the base a few minutes earlier. Why did they do it? They don’t know but they were glad they did.

After that they just ended up on the run after a few drones managed to find them. Buddy managed to run fast enough to make it to a jump ship and randomly punched in some coordinates before the rest caught up to them.

The ship then crashed into the planet below which conveniently knocked them into a stasis pod which only now reopened after a few rouge Insecticons began tearing the wreckage apart and one was very interested in their pedes and took them.

Brainstorm makes a mental note to find the Insecticon later. Brainstorm then gets Buddy up to speed with other things going on with the ship as Nautica gave them a brief rundown.

He wants to make Buddy’s new legs with built in guns.

Ratchet and most of everyone on board says otherwise. Brainstorm is glued to Buddy’s side during and after recovery.

He refuses to leave their side at all.

Buddy has to put up some boundaries to keep him from doing more dramatic things.

Aka blackmail.

Primus forbids someone having a crush on Buddy, brainstorm already has a questionnaire and 4 exams for them to complete for them to even begin to think about dating.

“Oh, you think you can just have them?”--Brainstorm

“Umm… yes?”—Random Bot

“Well, if your miniscule processor can get through these measly exams, then maybe you’ll have a chance with them.”--Brainstorm

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #mtmte x reader #mtmte brainstorm #mtmte brainstorm x platonic reader

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yourfellowhuman07 · 8 months

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Alliances of the Heart

A She-Ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction

For centuries, the All Princess Ball has been a time for the nobility of Etheria to let loose. Flaunting their power, prestige, and fashion for all to see. The ball had always been politically neutral, but, as tension from the war rises, not everyone is so keen to forget what happens beyond the walls of Castle Chill.

Lord Hordak, along with Princess Scorpia and Force Captian Catra, have come to the party to make alliances and find out everything there is to know about their enemies. Careful to not arouse the suspicion of the Princess Alliance.

Princess Entrapta, being the scientist she is, decides to come to the party to decode the secrets of body language, despite getting the same data from every other party she has ever attended.

When the two rulers cross paths, their plans flip on their heads as the two grow closer. Now it is up to Catra and Scorpia to push the two together as Adora and Glimmer stick their noses where they do not belong.

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Finally, an update on this fic. I'm sorry I haven't updated this in a while. Hopefully, there will be more frequent updates in the future. The jury is still out on Medical Practices though.

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Chapter 6: Failure to Convince

Entrapta was almost ready to leave for the third night of festivities, excited to see her new friends again. While putting on her rubber boots, she heard a firm knock on the door.

“Princess Entrapta, may we speak with you?”

Entrapta opened her bedroom door. Adora and Glimmer stood there, friendly smiles coating their faces.

“May we come in?” Glimmer asked.

“Sure.” Entrapta opened the door fully, letting in the two girls.

Adora and Glimmer sat on a small couch, and Entrapta perched on a bench at the foot of her bed.

“Is there something you guys need?” Entrapta asked politely. “ Do you need me to fix something for you?”

“No, thank you, Princess Entrapta. We came to discuss your… relationship with the Horde.” Glimmer explained, trying to sound as assured as her mother.

Entrapta’s shoulders dropped, bored of explaining the same thing over again.

“Is there something unclear about our arrangement?” Entrapta asked, trying her best not to sound rude.

“We just wanted to make sure what rumors are true.” Glimmer explained.

“What would you like to know?”

“Why did you join the Horde and not the Alliance?” Adora asked bluntly, gaining a side eye from Glimmer.

“They have more technological advancements and a political structure more closely aligned with Dryl,” Entrapta replied, equally as blunt.

“What about all the destruction the Horde has caused? Like all the villages they have destroyed.” Adora questioned.

“What has any of the other kingdoms done to protect those villages? The Alliance has no major armies, just an alliance of super-powered princesses. Those villages are left to fend for themselves most of the time, even before the war. Many citizens that immigrated to the Scorponi kingdom and Dryl are there to seek better lives.” She explained, which was the same thing she told everyone.

“We leave the villages alone so they can be self-sufficient.” Glimmer defended.

“Yes, but many of the nobles enjoy the luxuries of plumbing and other technological advancements while these villages still live as those advances have yet to be made. In Dryl and Scorponi, every home has plumbing, heating and air, and steady jobs.”

“Princess Entrapta, even if what you say is true, the Horde has destroyed so much in their wake,” Adora explained, rising from her seat. “The measures they use are so drastic. Destroying villages. Poisoning the Heart-Blossom. How far is the Horde willing to go?”

“That is a question you will have to ask Lord Hordak. I am on the side of science, and the horde will give me more opportunities than the Alliance can give me. And that is all I have to say.”

“But-”

“That is all I have to say,” Entrapta assured. “Will you please leave me alone now?” She asked bluntly.

“Yeah, will you leave her alone now?” Catra mocked. She and Scorpia stood at the door, Catra leaning against the doorframe.

“Fine then,” Glimmer stood, dusting herself off. “I hope it works out with you.” The two pushed past the two force captains at the door and disappeared down the hallway.

“Are you okay?” Scorpia asked, worried for her new friend.

“I’m fine,” Entrapta replied. “I don’t care about their opinions, so why should I worry?”

“That’s the spirit.” Catra grabbed Entrapta by the arm and led her down the hall quickly followed by Scorpia. “Come on, we got a party to go to.”

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“Well, that was a bust.” Adora lamented, leaning on a wall.

“It’s fine. Entrapta made her decision, and we have to respect it.” Glimmer assured, smoothing out her dress.

“Now what?”

“What do you mean?”

“What’s the plan now? The horde still might be planning something, especially Catra.” Glimmer rolled her eyes, tired of hearing about Catra.

“Look,” Glimmer grabbed Adora by her biceps. “This party happens only once a decade. Let’s just enjoy.”

“I know, Glimmer, but-”

“No buts. I’m done wasting my time running after some hermit princess who doesn’t even want to be a part of the Alliance. If she wants to be with the Horde, so be it. There is nothing we can do about it, so why bother.”

“So you want the horde to win?”

“Of course not! I just-” She sighed. “I just don’t want to waste the time we have here. Besides, I thought your whole mission was to get Princess Frosta on our side?”

Adora gave a hard sigh.

“You’re right.”

“Good because I didn’t spend three days picking out these outfits for nothing.” The two girls laughed as they made their way down the hall to the ballroom.

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Hordak walked into the ballroom, his black cape fluttering behind him. The top layers of his navy hair were woven into various medium and small braids that led into a ponytail. The rest of the unbraided hair was left to fall on his shoulders. Two thin, loose braids framed the sides of his face.

He examined the growing crowd. He saw the star sisters conversing with Princess Frosta at the foot of the platform that the throne sat upon. Princess Perfuma danced with Princess Netossa as Princess Spinnerella laughed as she watched. Adora talked with Princess Mermista, even though Adora spent most of her time watching Catra. Then he saw Princess Entrapta and Scorpia congregating around a snack table, happily chatting with each other. Princess Entrapta walked on her hair and picked through the tiny confections with glee, and Scorpia was dunking anything she could find into the chocolate fountain.

The warlord’s face formed a small smile.

He wove his way through the glittery nobility, occasionally bumping into one, earning him a glare. After much delay, he made his way over to the princess.

He cleared his throat, and Entrapta turned around.

“Oh, hello, Lord Hordak!” She greeted, slightly louder than needed.

“I got to go! You two have fun!” Scorpia blurted out, a broad smile across her face.

“Bye, Scorpia!” Entrapta shouted as Scorpia hastily walked away.

“How is your evening thus far?” Hordak inquired, watching Scorpia run to Catra out of the corner of his eye.

“Eh, it’s okay.” Entrapta’s hair formed a chair the princess sat on.

“Did something happen?”

“Just Adora and Princess Glimmer pestering me about my decision to side with the Horde.” Entrapta popped a small cupcake in her mouth.

“I am sorry that happened.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I just don’t get why they are so mad about it. They’ve wanted me to pick a side for so long, but they get mad when I finally make one. I get it wasn’t the decision they wanted me to make, but they don’t have to be so petty about it.” Entrapta slumped her shoulders down and rested her head on her hand.

“I have also had some backlash over your decision; however, I have only overheard it. When most people fear you, many of their opinions go unsaid.” The warlord let out a small chuckle but stopped when he saw Entrapta did not find it humorous.

“Does it ever bother you when people are scared of you?” Entrapta asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Hm.” His brow bone furrowed. “It depends on the person. I am perfectly fine with my enemies fearing me. As well as some subordinates.” He paused. “Are you scared of me?” He asked, stepping closer.

“Not at all. You’re my friend after all.”

“Good.” Hordak sighed, hating that he brought this upon her. The whole time the two have been talking Hordak could hear the whispers around them. All the terrible, untrue, and even vulgar things the nobles gossiped about. He hated it so much. Mostly for Entrapta. Hordak was used to the whispers and snide comments, but he would never wish it on this intelligent princess. He felt he should make it up to her somehow, and get her away from the petty partygoers.

He glanced around the ballroom and saw a large doorway leading to a lush garden.

“How much more research do you need to conduct?”

“I’m always doing research.” She replied, half with delight and half with curiosity.

“I meant researching this party.” He clarified.

“Well, I have been getting the same research from other parties. And these parties can get boring.” Her hair chair unraveled, and she rose to his eye level. “Did you have something in mind?”

“I thought since we are tired of all the backlash we have been getting, you and I could avoid it all.” He explained, gesturing to the extensive gardens outside of the ballroom.

“That sounds fun. Oh, maybe you could tell me more about the grid system in the Fright Zone!”

Hordak offered an arm to the princess, which she gladly accepted.

“Yes, but I’m afraid it needs an update. I have not revisited it in years.” The two began to weave through the crowd. This granted some odd looks from the other guests, which were ignored by the two as they made their way to the gardens of Castel Chill.

“Maybe we can update it when I come over.” Entrapta enthusiastically suggested.

“Perhaps.” He answered with a light chuckle.

As the two walked across the ballroom floor, Catra and Scorpia watched closely. They stood by a tall collom that gave them the perfect place to stay out of the warlord’s peripheral vision.

“I honestly can’t believe it was this easy,” Scorpia commented with a breathy laugh.

“I know, right,” Catra replied. “I mean, I know the guy is lonely, but still.”

“Catra, that’s mean.”

“It’s true, though,” Catra affirmed as Entrapta and Hordak left the ballroom.

Scorpia rolled her eyes.

“I just hope this all works out.” Scorpia cautioned.

“Yeah,” Catra looked over her shoulder, making eye contact with Adora. “I hope so too.”

#spop #hordak #entrapta #entrapdak #she ra #hyperfixation #spop fanfic #fanfic #adora #catra #glimmer #scorpia #princess prom

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lovelylotusf1 · 2 months

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15 Questions

I'm pretty late to the party, but I was tagged for this by three lovely people - @wisteriagoesvroom @laura1633 & @le-stappen ! Thank you🫶

Are you named after anyone?

Nope.

When was the last time you cried?

I honestly don't know? Probably when I replayed Pokemon Mystery Dungeon - Explorers of Sky. I always shed a tear at the ending.

Do you have kids?

No.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I did ballet for a pretty long time as a kid! Got scared when the teacher said she'd like us to go on pointe sometime that year and dropped out then and there lol.

Otherwise, volleyball back in school and tennis since I was little and sometimes now as well.

Do you use sarcasm?

Yes but not that often. I like exaggeration more!

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Their hair and general face shape and features.

What is your eye colour?

Blue/greyish

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! I can only handle scary stuff either in text form or in video games.

Any talents?

Putting words on the page really slowly and then suddenly writing way too much in an hour. Does that count?

Where were you born?

In the slightly bigger city next to the village I still live in today.

What are your hobbies?

Writing, video games, crochet, birdwatching (but I'm bad at it) and obessessing over vroom vroom men

Do you have any pets?

Technically, they belong to my family but I have chickens! Lovely ladies.

How tall are you?

Small. Tiny. (By that I mean like 1-2 cm smaller than Yuki)

Favourite subject at school?

Computer science!

Dream job?

I would like to get paid to write my silly fanfiction please!

But honestly, the degree I'm pursuing now is pretty cool, I can imagine me enjoying the job it's for!

Since I'm very late to this, I have no idea who already got tagged. No pressure and feel free to ignore but I'm tagging @maaxverstappen @jusst-you-race & @nikaf1 💜

#tag game #15 questions

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takeyourcyanide · 7 months

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A Sense of Calm Before the Inevitable Storm

(Soul Eater Fanfiction)

A feeling akin to boredom, of which few could truly comprehend.

He felt as though his very existence was esoteric, a rebellion of some sort. This boredom, this certain dissatisfaction with the banality that surrounded him constantly buzzed within his mind. It led him to chase incessantly after even the tiniest bursts of dopamine, adrenaline, and curiosity. This pursuit of curiosity and his own, often drastic desires is something of which he was never a stranger to. Even as a small, young child, despite the fact that small, young children are meant to be innocent and sweet creatures. This ultimately left him entirely alone, something of which he never once minded.

Staring into his washroom mirror, he contemplated deeply his humanity, just as it seemed many had already. What he sees within the mirror is, though familiar, distant. Unreal. He is aware that this body is meant to be “his”, of course, but is still left to ponder the validity of that supposed “fact”. His eyes appeared so unbelievably misplaced from the body he peered at, seemingly belonging to the likings of a bloated corpse, as opposed to a live human with blood still coursing through its veins.

Despite his being lost in thought, he acknowledged the fact that it would be best to move on from his dimly lit washroom. He moved to his computer screen, of which had been long ago placed upon his desk inside of the office area of his laboratory, of which, too, is particularly dark. Within his PC were hundreds upon hundreds of files worth of scientific research and general

inquires. In his current state of mind, he practically felt utterly nothing towards his dedication to the sciences. For he recognizes that where there is man, he does not belong, even within the scientific community, in the end. Laws and regulations will always be oppressing.

He has his head resting upon his keyboard, a seemingly endless string of numbers and letters being accidentally typed into the bar in which one is meant to enter their password. His body feels heavy and fatigued, even simply twitching is a cumbersome task to carry out. After all, it takes all of his energy to exhibit the amount of self control that he must every single day, and has every single day for his entire life.

He hears little whispers every so often, the product of a tired and drowsy mind, surely. Hopefully. The creaking of the doors to his living quarters/laboratory stir him from his floaty, dazed, dream-like state of mind. The woman has returned now. She had blonde hair that fell, quite prettily, just a few centimeters past her shoulders. Her light brown eyes squinted as she struggled and strained to see in the dark, distantly viewing the burning and piercing light of his monitor. The woman adorned a black, long sleeved shirt, of which had something akin to a v-neck style collar, with the actually collar standing slightly tall. The shirt was corset like in the waist. She wore a long skirt of a matching black, only with golden stripes on the sides. This all being paired with a pair of gray heels. A considerably odd pairing.

“Franken?”

Her voice, whilst gentle, felt a bit grating on his ears in his current state of mind. Despite this, he almost didn’t mind it, as her voice sometimes assisted him in distracting himself from his thoughts and crippling desire to smoke a fine cigarette.

She entered the room.

“Stein? What are you doing lying there? Are you all right?” She inquired, eyes giving away her clear concern. Stein can hardly bother to lift his head, though he tries his best to at the very least position his eyes in such a way that he can see more than her shoes, and the bottom half of her skirt. “I’m fine, Marie.” He replies, voice dripping in misery, tiredness, and emptiness. Upon hearing this clear lie escape his mouth, she lifted her fingers to run them delicately through his bangs, in order to uncover his green, dull eyes. His body subsequently tensed for a brief moment under her tender touch. Marie simply decided upon continuing the act of thinning her lithe fingers through his hair.

The act itself felt intimate. A common affectionate gesture used in this context to utter feelings that could not be conveyed. She knew that she could not fully understand his suffering, but was content to remain patient. He wanted to express whatever small amount of gratitude he hoped was there, as a man who could not feel regular human emotions as regular humans do. He at the very least found her desire to at least attempt to understand him endearing.

‘He seems to enjoy this,’ she notes, happily. Though the struggles he bears and the boredom he faces remains evident on his visage, his body felt, if only just the slightest bit, less tense.

And for a few tranquil minutes, they remain silent.

That is, until…

“Marie?”

“Yes?”

“I want- no… I need to dismember you. I’m not sure how much I longer I can continue like this.”

The voice- the way in which he speaks and sounds is utterly indescribable. You can hardly tell he is even alive.

His face - his appearance… so incredibly disheveled. He almost looks as though he’s experienced shell shock of some kind - or even perhaps endured great trauma, all within the span of one day.

She only continues to graciously run her fingers through his hair, and gently caress and scratch his scalp.

He hums in response. The hum reverberates lightly against his throat.

A sense of calm before the inevitable storm that awaited them.

#soul eater #dr stein #marie mjolnir #Franken stein #depersonalization #derealization #hallucinations #boredom #cigarette

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paperpiperpeeperpopper · 1 year

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Hi I'm Piper!

This is my main, AKA, reblog hell.

This blog is really just my personal corner of the internet where I excessively reblog about my silly little hyperfixations (mostly Outer wilds, Subnautica, Little nightmares, Horizon, and PHM)

Where the cool stuff happens:

Art sideblog

Writing sideblog

I'm an adult but I'm not interested in any funny business

Into spec-bio! Not super hardcore but all my friends call me the biology nerd

Self taught artist over here

I'm attempting to be a writer

Casual gamer

Getting into dungeons and dragons recently!

I have a lot of original characters

I do a lot of art and doodles, mostly of characters belonging to me and my friends but I've been doing more fanart recently! I've also been interested in writing for a very long time and I've been doing but I have only recently started posting things.

I like space, both the real life science and stuff going on up there but i also really like it as a sci-fi setting. Also into cryptids and stuff like that but not in like a conspiracy theory way...? More of a 'I like the aesthetic and the prompts and lore ideas I get from freaky lil buggers in the woods'

My friends have this ridiculous theory I'm not human and I am in fact an alien or critter in disguise but I assure you that's completely bogus and I'm 100% human and I do have skin.

I am very diligent at tagging, so I'm bothering/spoiling you with posts feel free to block some of the spoiler tags I use.

Interests:

I've seen a lot of media so there are too many to name but these are some of the more notable:

(legend: current brainrot, always happy to see it, and back burner of the brain)

Subnautica

Outer wilds

H:zd/H:fw

Sky:cotl

Project hail mary

Little nightmares

Alien biospheres (yt)

Infinity train

Drawfee & Drawtectives

The owl house

Httyd

Psychonauts

Portal

And many more

Personalized tags:

#Piperamble < self explanatory. Ramblings and textposts of mine

#Reconstituted fic < for art/discussion of my fanfiction of that name, though most of this will be on my separate writing blog

Thank you for reading my rambling, I hope to see you again soon!

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sweetestpopcorn · 2 years

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Did you ever thought about monetizing your fic

Hi there 🤗

That’s a very interesting question so thank you so much!

The answer is no. Not ever.

Several reasons.

One and really the one that to me matters the most: it’s illegal. The asoiaf books are copyright material, they belong to George and his team and publisher. While he can’t do anything about people writing fanfictions with his characters and universe - hell, he even profits from the high budget crappy fanfictions hbo creates - he can if they monetize them. He can sue people who make money out of his work (without his consent and a contract). People have done so in the past, I believe the most notorious of them has been Anne Rice, and the people she sued weren’t even making money out of it (as far as I know). Ouch. These were dark days for fanfiction and if you search for it I think there are some cool videos on the topic. Like a fanfiction history lesson XD

AO3 protects fanfiction artists against this type of crap BUT only if they aren’t profiting out of their fanfictions. If you are asking for money, actually you are not allowed to have your work on their platform and they will make you either remove the monetising links/requests for money, or they will remove your fanfictions.

I respect creators enough to not monetize out of something they created not I. This is not my creation nor my characters. George has the right to decide who gets to use them and make money from it. Is he choosing right? Not in my opinion. Can I or anyone do anything it? Apart from not giving them money, also no. It’s his work he can do whatever he wants. But because it’s his work, I can play around with it but I CANNOT ask for money. And won’t.

Number two, I don’t think my writing is as good as to be worth actual money. I am not a native English speaker, and I don’t have any degree in literature, history, or humanities. My background is science and this has been the focus of my formal education. Furthermore, the style I write in only works (in my opinion) for fanfiction, not actual literature and I consider myself completely unable to write anything outside fanfiction. I just don’t have the imagination and skill, and that’s fine. It was never my goal to be a writer in life, this is just a hobby leading me to:

Point three: I like the freedom of doing this as a hobby and not getting paid for it.

I work in a highly toxic environment (which is why I always think it’s funny when people send me hate, like b:tch who are you? The people I know and work with would eat you for breakfast, they would laugh at you!), in which my normal is having people have very high standards and holding me to those standards, many times under the threat of unemployment and defunding. I have been called lazy, stupid, entitled when I say no to something… I have been made to do things I don’t agree with because figures of authority who I have to report with told me so and think they know more than me. This is not a “me” issue btw. Almost everyone in my field has experienced this at one point of time or another. And very unfortunately many later on go on to do this to others.

People who have been bullied make the best bullies :/

So when I am writing fanfiction, I love the freedom of being able to just write what I want, for myself, because I want to do so and to not have to please anyone.

And the reason why I can do this is because I am not getting paid. Hence, I owe no one anything and I can do what I want :)

When entitled *insert word of choice here* people come up to me and try to lecture me/tell me where I am wrong/ tell me what to write, I can tell them to p#ss right off :) you have no idea how good that feels for me! Because if they don’t like my fanfictions, I can give them back exactly the 0 dollars/euros/pounds/reais/whatever currency they use that they had to pay to read my crap 🤗

Also to all of you who think you are anyone to tell fanfiction writers where they are wrong/ what you want/ or think you can use comment sections as your sexist Reddit posts, here you go besties:

This one, like the fanfictions, is free 🤗

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind polite requests or suggestions at all! Even if I won’t do it, I know how it feels like to like something from someone and wish they would create something that you want. I don’t mind and I see nothing wrong with it!

But we all know the difference between being polite and being an entitled pos who thinks fanartists are there to cater to them and their wants and needs. And when something happens they don’t like, they think it’s a personal attack.

To end this on a positive note, I want to assure everyone I was lucky enough in life to be well off.

I have a good job and I make my living from it. Fanfictions are just a hobby of mine and they will remain so. But if you want to give me something back, my request would be to:

-respect my wishes when I say I don’t want to have anything to do with redacted

-leave me some kudos if you think my story was good (I don’t expect them but they are nice to have), or a comment if you like writing those. If not you also don’t have to. You can just say you are funny because I love making people laugh :)

-and/or help charities in your community, especially for animals. This is something I do all the time especially for cats. They are so often forgotten and they are subjected to so much cruelty 🥺

Do good to others and I am getting all the monetisation I need ❤️ I say this all the time, real world is cruel enough so let’s do some good. Let’s focus on what we enjoy! Let’s nerd out about characters and ships that we enjoy! Let’s laugh together and create things and have fun!

All the best to you ❤

#I really appreciate this ask #sorry I am not more articulate in my answer #popcorn answers

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marieadeledracherambles · 2 years

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Welcome To The Infodump Zone!

Hi! Welcome to the blog! I'm Marie-Adele Drache, she/her, and I'm an aspiring fantasy/sci-fi author who just really wants to talk about her stuff without talking over others.

FAQ (frequently anticipated questions):

Q: What is this? A: This is my solution to wanting to ramble, but feeling bad about sending walls of text or otherwise overtaking whichever Discord channel set me off. It's just a place for me to ramble about my work!

Q: Is that your real name? A: Lol, no, I wish. It's a pen name so I can keep my personal and public life separate.

Q: What's your gender/sexuality? A: I am a cis aroace woman! Relatedly, this is a safe blog for trans people, aroace people, and other marginalized minorities.

Q: What do you write? A: Genres: Fantasy, urban fantasy, and science fiction, as well as fanfiction! Tropes: found family and aggressive adoption, hurt/comfort, happy endings! Themes: together is better than apart, friendship is magic and the key to saving the world, there's always a chance to change, we'll have to work for it but the future is bright.

Q: What are you working on right now? A: I bounce between projects at random, but right now:

-The Realms of Infinite Wonder series, which is set in a superhero/comics universe where superheroes are a real career, there's so many dimensions, anything can happen, and tropes and narrative are just how the world works. (I'm on Book 2; Book 1 is in editing hell)

-The Crystal Coffin, an urban fantasy/cyberpunk fusion that centers on Rayanie, a fledgling monster hunter who finds herself gaining strange powers that she wants to keep hidden so she isn't more ostracized than she already is. Meanwhile, she and her new team are working to try to stop a vampire countess from breaking the Pax and crushing humanity under her heel, where she believes they belong. (Currently in editing hell, but almost ready to send off to an editor!)

-Buying Hope, a fanfic of the webtoon Warrior High/Yongsa High that takes the premise (which is already so up my alley it's almost got my address on it) and runs with it in an entirely different direction! Featuring cool battle scenes, friendship, and teens being terrors.

Q: Who does the art? A: Is me! Please excuse some amateurishness, I just got my tablet and I'm still getting used to it.

Q: What do you use for art? A: A Hyperia Inspiro and FireAlpaca (the latter on my sister's recommendation--she's the more experienced digital artist between us two)

Q: Can I send an ask about your writing? A: Absolutely you can! Please do!

*for posterity's sake, I did have something here about writing a fic involving Harry Potter. However, because JKR has decided to be just a terrible trash human being, especially toward trans and Jewish people, I'm deferring that until she's dead so she never even gets a hint of support from me.

#my writing #pinned post

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theonlymom · 17 days

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"Stunning View" Teaser

Embracing

Crowley's breath caught in his throat as Aziraphale's arm snaked around his back, gripping the demon's waist tightly in order to steady and guide him as they walked along the path.

Despite the many layers of clothing between their bodies, Aziraphale's touch opened an emotional well that bent around Crowley's perception like a gravitational lens, distorting the world and penetrating the laudanum fog until all that remained was an exquisitely amplified focus on Aziraphale's touch - the angel wasn't just steadying him, he was embracing him.

"Stunning View". Fanfic Thur, May 16th; Ineffable May 2024 prompt "1827".

#stunning view #science always belongs in fanfiction #good omens fanfic #romantic fluff #my posts #good omens 1827 #good omens minisode #the resurrectionists #ineffable may 2024 #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #for science!#astrophysics

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pinguwrites · 8 months

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Kinktober 2023 | Day Fifteen — Jonathan Crane + sex pollen

Pairing -> jonathan crane x assistant!reader

Warnings -> dub-con (pollen=no proper consent), both jonathan and reader are kinda assholes, can you tell I know nothing about science??, implied age gap, why the fuck is grinded not a word, sorry I promised breeding and there was none

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: The Dark Knight Trilogy characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

“No,” Jonathan Crane chastised with a roll of his eyes. “I said Solution A, not Solution B. There are labels for a reason.”

You scowled at Dr. Crane, but corrected your mistake without any complaint. You weren’t sure what you were getting into when you became his lab assistant; all you knew was that the money was good and the experience was second to none, but you weren’t prepared for the attitude that came with the job, and the excessive amount of huffs and groans that you would have to deal with while working for Dr. Jonathan Crane.

“Do you even understand what we’re doing here?” he asked, his square glasses glinting in the light for a moment.

“I understand,” you mumbled. “Even though you weren’t very helpful in explaining it.”

“Excuse me?”

Oh, here we go.

Dr. Crane turned to face you, setting down the book he was holding. He seemed to be in a particularly bitchy mood today. You briefly regretted pissing him off—it would do good for neither of you to fight, but your pride wouldn’t allow you to back down or apologize.

“Yeah.” You shrugged, a hint of a grin on your face. “You don’t work well with younger people. No wonder Gotham University fired you.”

Dr. Crane’s cheeks turned a light pink. He clearly hadn’t expected that. “How do you know about that?”

“I know things,” you said vaguely. “It’s not like it was difficult information to find.”

He growled and grabbed your wrist, stopping your hand movements before you could arrange the other vials. In his haste, he had caused you to knock over a small bottle with a strange yellow substance inside, like powdered dust. You had noticed it a while back, but you didn’t bother asking what it was.

It fell to the ground and shattered. The dust rose up into the air, and before you could move away, you inhaled it, coughing while doing so. Dr. Crane seemed to have taken a hit as well, because he sputtered a little, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“So, you can’t explain things and you’re clumsy,” you said as soon as you got your breath back, but Jonathan wasn’t listening. He was pacing around the room, hand on his mouth as he sighed. You took a moment to admire him in this state. You never realized how beautiful he looked, especially when those blue eyes of his—which, you always thought were nice—were filled with emotion.

“Fuck!” he snapped suddenly, with one of his little huffs. “Do you even know what that was?”

“What was it?” you asked, growing a little concerned. Your head was getting a little dizzy. It wasn’t dangerous, was it? No. He wouldn’t leave harmful things just laying about.

“It was . . .” he trailed off, looking embarrassed. He was clearly trying to look away, but his eyes kept making its way back to you. It almost felt unnerving, the way he was gazing at you, eyes darker than usual. But you ignored it. Dr. Crane had always had that creepy look about him.

It wasn’t until you started to feel a certain way between your legs, uncharacteristically wet, did you realize what Dr. Crane was trying to say. “No,” you said firmly, in denial. “Don’t tell me it’s that.” But he was already making his way over to you, unbucking his belt.

He backed you into the wall. Your heart was thumping, so loud you were sure he could hear it. Fear rushed through your body, but there was also a sense of excitement, one you reasoned was only because of the chemical.

Dr. Crane kissed you hard, with fervor, forcing his tongue inside your mouth as he grinded against your body with a groan. He was clearly more affected than you, or at least, was affected more quickly. You wondered wether this was all intentional, wether he had set the vial there and knocked it over on purpose, but slowly, all sense of thought faded and all you could think about was sex, sex, sex, and the way Dr. Crane felt against you.

“Please,” you whimpered, inhibition lost. “Fuck me.”

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noperopesaredope · 3 years

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Fics That I Really Like A Lot

So, I just wanted to make a post uplifting some really great fics I’ve read/am subscribed to or still keeping up with. I like to let people know about other creators, and I just wanted to mention some works I think people should check out.

(Note, this post was made on Sep 2, 2021, so when I say something is recent, I mean compared to when I made this post)

Tangled the Series Fics (Mostly Varian Fics):

Walls of Stone (Finished)

Varian and Whumptober 2020 (Series) (Finished) (Sidenote; I really like this author in general, but there is just so much great whump and extreme angst in this series! Says they are but a humble freshman, but I say they are a very skilled freshman!)

How Pneumonia Stopped a Stubborn Alchemist from Descending into Villainy (Finished)

Screw Treasure, I got Trauma (Finished)

Tangled One-shots (Series) (Finished? I Think?)

Voluntary Manslaughter (Finished)

I’ll Always Lend an Ear (Finished)

Drown Your Past, Burn your Future (Series) (Unfinished, but still going strong)

Scars of a Child (Series) (Unfinished)

Unrelenting Silence (Finished)

Where was the happily ever after? (Finished? Unsure)

All our Dreams (Down the Drain) (Unfinished)

Not All Falling Stars Grant Wishes (Finished)

Alchemy Lullaby (Series) (Finished)

Insignificant (Finished)

Second Chances (Almost finished)

The Pawn Decides Its Fate (Finished)

Unsaid Emily (Finished)

Today, Today (Finished)

The Pride in Your Eyes (Unfinished, but still somewhat new)

Monster (Finished)

You Are Enough (Finished)

An Alchemist’s World (Unfinished, but the first four chapters could definitely work as a standalone fic, so, in my eyes it’s finished)

Too Smart for Your Own Good (Unfinished, going strong)

To find the Sundrop (Unfinished)

There’s More in You (Unfinished)

The Science of Love (Unfinished, going very strong)

Season 2 But Gayer (Unfinished, going strong-ish)

On My Honor (Series) (Unfinished, going extremely strong with consistant updates)

A Prince and His Bodyguard (Series) (Unfinished, going strong)

Rocks, Wolves, and the Moon (Series) (Unfinished, going strong)

Return to Me (Unfinished, going strong)

Perilous Night (Unfinished, possibly discontinued, but worth a bit of the read)

Nomad (Unfinished, author is working on multiple projects, so IDK)

No Reward for Second Place (Unfinished, but fairly new and somewhat well updated)

Oath of the Lawbreaker (Unfinished, possibly discontinued)

New Quest for Varian (Unfinished, fairly new)

My Dear Son (Unfinished)

Insignificant (Finished)

Indentured (Unfinished, same author as Nomad)

Enter the mind, remove the sins (Unfinished, going pretty strong)

Darkness exists to make the light truely count (Unfinished, going strong. Updated about every month or two, with consistency)

Creeping Crystals (Unfinished, but going somewhat strong)

Blood of My Brother (Unfinished, going as one of the strongest in its fast updates)

Cyclorama (Finished) (Companion to Blood of My Brother)

Chemistry in Motion (Unfinished)

Away from Home (Unfinished)

Alone? (Unfinished-ish)

It’s just a mild inconvenience (Unfinished, possibly discontinued)

Gauze in the Wound (Unfinished, pretty consistent last I checked)

Blood Makes the Knife Holy (Series) (Unfinished, but each part could work as their own fics, and it’s still going)

A Progression of Events (Unfinished)

He Needs Me (Unfinished, going strong)

Or So They Though (Unfinished, going pretty strong)

The Long Road Back to Home (Unfinished, hasn’t been updated in a bit, but is pretty long and each chapter could take about a couple months to finish, and even longer if the creator is stuck/has other fics. Still worth the read)

The Road Home (Different) (Unfinished)

Reunion at Sea (Unfinished, going strong)

Elements of Angst (Unfinished, probably updated soon)

Arson (Unfinished, every time it think that maybe it’s been discontinued, it comes back)

Unconventional Family (Unfinished, possibly discontinued)

To find the Sundrop (Unfinished)

Wayward AU (Comic) (Unfinished, pretty consistent)

RWBY (Mainly Oscar Fics):

It’s Venomous (Finished)

Will you stand and be brave or be broken? (Finished)

Oscar Gets Himself a Coat (Finished)

Who You Belong To (Finished)

Imperfect Light (Finished)

Shell (Finished)

Blood on Both Hands (Finished)

Tell Me that I am a Fool (Finished)

If i believed in destiny i'd have to hunt it down and punch it in the face (Series) (Unfinished, can have the occasionally long hiatus, but the creator comes back)

Is Oscar okay? no but the answer is b (Finished)

Running From Memories (Finished)

Rescue Me (Unfinished)

Souls of Love and Bravery (Unfinished, relatively consistent updates)

Revert To Last Save File (but it's the wrong file) (Unfinished, but still going)

Broken Body and Souls (Finished)

Camp Camp:

David’s Family (Unfinished, possibly discontinued)

Horror Camp (A little too much child whump for me, but it’s very whumpy) (Unfinished)

Inconvenience (Unfinished)

Still Here (One of my favs) (Finished)

Hetalia (Mainly America and Canada Centric):

Recovering the Broken Pieces (Unfinished, possibly discontinued)

Hetalia 2020 - WWIII and more (Unfinished)

(More fics in the crossover section)

She-ra (Quite a few Kyle ones):

The Chronicles of Kyle (Unfinished)

Sunflowers (Finished)

She-Ra: In the Wake (Unfinished)

Princesses and co. work through their issues (Unfinished)

What is Heard (Cannot be Unheard) (Finished)

Long Way Home (Unfinished)

The Hollowed of Etheria (Discontinued. For now at least. Author might revamp it)

Hordak and the Orphans of the Horde (Unfinished)

Big Sis (Finished)

Ex-Horde (Finished? Pretty good on its own though)

Prisoner of Conscience (Unfinished, still going strong)

Tales of Arcadia (Mostly Douxie Fics):

The Immortal Bonds (Unfinished, going strong)

I Can Make RotT So Much Worse (Unfinished, going strong)

Not After 900 Years (Finished)

A Different Path (Finished)

Half-Remembered (Finished)

Shattered Timelines (Unfinished, going strong)

In the Fullness of Time (Unfinished, updated recently)

One Last Time (Unfinished, updated recently)

Tales of Arcadia Watch Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans (Unfinished)

Crossover Fics:

Sold (TTS/HtTYD) (Finished) (Author is really good at angsty oneshots that should be made into full fics)

Varian’s Mysterious Transport (TTS/Infinity Train) (Unfinished, unexpected updates)

Of Rocks and Robots (TTS/Big Hero Six) (Series) (Unfinished, very consistent)

(Like the moon) I'll sway the tide and lead you astray (TTS/HtTYD) (Unfinished, haven’t read in a while)

Heathers and other fandoms react to stuff (Multifandom Crossover Fanfiction) (Unfinished, confusing update schedule, not every fandom gets much spotlight, still incredibly fun)

Chemistry in Motion (TTS/Big Hero Six) (Unfinished)

The Weight of Both Worlds (Hetalia/RWBY) (Series) (Finished) (My favorite fic ever)

Infinity (Hetalia/BNHA) (Unfinished, possibly discontinued)

G8 china in UA, 1-S class! (Hetalia/BNHA) (Unifinished, possibly dicontinued)

That Which Makes Up This Land (Hetalia/ATLA) (Unfinished, author is editing and reposting all their series, which could take about a year, but it will be back)

A Waterbending Quirk (ATLA/BNHA) (Unfinished, going strong)

Other Fics:

Earth is Odd Enough (Sanders Sides) (Unfinished)

UA Faculty Tiktok OCs (BNHA) (Webtoon) (Check out https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63lWYueDsek&t=208s, she’s amazing) (Unfinished. The Tiktoks, on the otherhand, are very much still going)

Harry Potter and the Lack of Lambsauce (Harry Potter) (Finished)

Grinch x Tony the Tiger (You know) (Unfinished)

Flowey is Not a Good Life Coach (Undertale) (Finished)

It Wears a Mask (MCU Spiderman) (Finished)

A Different Fate (Harry Potter) (Finished)

A crack in the glass (eye) (ATLA) (Finished)

Identity Saga (MCU Spiderman) (Series) (Unfinished, author is very dedicated to fic and is incredibly determined to finish it, so highly unlikely to be discontinued)

Bakery Enemies AU (Miraculous Ladybug) (Comic) (Unfinished, going strong)

Authors I Like:

AquaQuadrant aka @aquaquadrant (probably know them if you’re in the Varian fandom. Ridiculously talented)

bethhigdon (in the TTS fandom and the Big Hero Six fandom, but also other stuff)

Cate_9xBlue aka @cate-9xblue (known best for their TTS fics)

Royalsciencenerd (Writes amazing TTS Varian fics)

HoneyxMonkey aka @honeyxmonkey (Writes TTS fics and talks a lot about Tales of Arcadia on their blog. Has some great ideas)

Sand_wolf579 (Has a large and varied catalogue)

ExploretheEcccentricities aka @exploretheeccentricities (Lots of TTS fics)

ShadowSnowdapple aka @shadowsnowdapple (RWBY Oscar fics that are amazing)

Widowfics (Great TTS writer)

AMax76 (Wrote the amazing Blood of My Brother)

violetsaren_tblue (has some great TTS fics I like)

Time Traverser (Excellent Hetalia America and Canada Fics)

Aloneintherain aka @captainkirkk (Just started reading their stuff, SO many excellent Spider-Man fics)

So yeah, just giving some appreciation for all the fic creators out there and their creations!

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yourfellowhuman07 · 1 year

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Alliances of the Heart

A She-Ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction

Princess Entrapta, being the scientist she is, decides to come to the party to decode the secrets of body language, despite getting the same data from every other party she has ever attended.

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Introducing Chapter 2!

Thank you all for reading!

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Chapter 2: Playing Cupid

Catra grabbed Scorpia by the bicep pulling her away from the chocolate fountain. The two women approached the princess as she filled her pockets with tiny treats.

“Hey, I’m Force Captain Catra from the Fright Zone, nice to meet you.” Catra stuck out her hand with a friendly expression, at least to Entrapta. Scorpia on the other hand saw a mischievous glimmer in her eyes; she was cooking something in her head. Be careful, Wildcat.

“Oh, hi, I’m Entrapta, nice to meet you too.” To Catra’s mild alarm, Entrapta’s hair grabbed her hand and shook it, a little bit harder than the norm but bearable. Entrapta then noticed Scorpia, namely her tail.

“You must be Princess Scorpia. Does your tail secrete a venomous liquid? If so is it deadly, and could I have a sample, to study?” She inquired while wrapping her hair around Scorpio’s tail.

“Woah ok,” Scorpia whipped her tail out of the tendrils of hair and into her arms, “you do not touch another girl’s tail.”

“I’m sorry,” Entrapta pulled away, “I didn’t mean to offend. I’m bad at meeting new people.”

Entrapta flinched when Catra put an arm around her, slightly squeezing her shoulder.

“Don’t sweat it, we don’t get out much either. Say what were you doing up there in the first place all by yourself?” Entrapta slipped out underneath Catra’s arm.

“I was studying human behavior to better navigate social settings. The only problem I have is that all my data is the same.”

“Well, maybe instead of looking in on it from an outside perspective get into the crowd, you know, hands-on learning.”

“I’ve tried before but I always mess it up and no one interacts with me.”

“Hey listen, Scorpia and I will have your back and coach you a little. Sounds alright with you?” Entrapta then began to rock on her feet thinking long and hard about Catra’s proposal.

“For the pursuit of science, I’ll go for it.”

“Alright, we’ll see you in a minute.” Entrapta then raced off into the crowd, excited by the thought of scientific discovery.

“Catra, what is the plan here?”

“Look when I saw those two together Hordak looked amused, and we both know he has never even been close to that with anyone else. A happy Lord Hordak equals an easier time for us. Even if it isn’t anything romantic, Hordak having a friend would improve everyone’s life. You understand?”

“I guess so.”

“Good, now let’s catch up with Entrapta before she chickens out.”

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Hordak was once again standing at the outskirts of the crowd silently surveying the partygoers. He looked up trying to find Princess Entrapta who was nowhere to be found, odd. As he sipped his wine he glanced from guest to guest, each one more sparkly than the last. Speaking of sparkles, Hordak caught the tail end of what looked to be an argument between Princess Glimmer and a boy who Hordak recognized from recent footage from his bots. As he was about to eavesdrop, another group dance started up, beckoning everyone to the middle of the dance floor. Surprising even himself, Hordak decided to enter the dance floor.

Hordak randomly stood back to back with someone and as the music stung turned around to see Princess Perfuma of Plumeria, the flower princess. When she saw him her face contorted in fear and disgust.

“Lord Hordak.”

“Princess Perfuma.” While he appreciated the girl’s fear, he loathed having to start with her.

“What are you doing here?”

“I am simply enjoying my evening.”

The rest of their turn was dead silent making 45 seconds feel like an hour. Then the music stung, allowing the two to separate, Perfuma whipping her hands on her dress as she walked away. Hordak moved to his second partner, Princess Glimmer.

“Lord Hordak.”

“Princess Glimmer, I must say I am surprised your mother is not in attendance.”

“She’s busy with Brightmoon affairs. She sends her regards.”

“Does she?”

When their turn ended Hordak moved on to Mermista, Scorpia, and Sea Hawk until he was paired with Adora.

“Adora.”

“Lord Hordak, I know you are up to something.”

“What exactly do you think I am ‘up to’, Adora.”

“I don't know but whatever it is I’ll be there to stop it, for the good of Etheria.”

“Is gatekeeping magic from the Etherian population for the good of Etheria?”

Adora, try as she may, had no comeback.

“Say what you will about the Scorponi Kingdom, but at the very least we have free health care.” At that, the music stung allowing Hordak to leave a stunned Adora alone.

Hordak put his back to his next partner, feeling proud at his small comment. The music, once again, stung letting the two turn around. Lord Hordak and Princess Entrapta were once again facing each other. At first, she was startled, something Hordak didn't like, but her face quickly turned into a smile.

“Hello again, Princess.”

“Hello Lord Hordak. I’ve decided to get some hands-on data.”

“I see that.”

“Could you tell me about the Fright Zone? I want to know what I’m getting into before I come to visit.”

“First of all, it is very dark there. The area the Fright Zone was built upon had very unusual weather patterns causing the sky to be covered with black clouds. It is primarily a military base so you will see much of the army cycle through. Of course, there is my sanctum which I will allow you entry to, and the Black Garnet chamber where the rune stone is held.”

“Wait you have the Black Garnet! I assumed it was destroyed during the rebellion.”

The music stung again but instead of separating the two stayed together, ignoring the changing of partners around them.

“Yes, the Black Garnet is in my possession. Right now, my second in command: Shadow Weaver uses it for the stone’s magical capabilities, but anyone can access it with my permission; however, Shadow Weaver is the only one to ever show an interest in it.”

“May I see it? My kingdom’s rune stone was destroyed during a rebellion that lead to the way Dryl is run today, so I have never had access to any rune stones.”

“Once you get to the Fright Zone you may have as much access as you want.”

“Thank you! I was thinking…” The two went on like that for the rest of the song. Dancing (at least Hordak was, Entrapta mostly walked along with him) and talking together like they were the only two people in the world, something that did not go unrecognized by their fellow guests.

Close by, Catra and Scorpia were dancing together, eyes fixed on two ‘lovebirds’ as they have dubbed them.

“Told you it would work.”

“Wow, is Hordak smiling?” At this point, Scorpia’s doubts had melted away leaving behind nothing but enthusiasm for the couple.

“My moons, he is. This was easier than expected.”

“What now?”

“Just let the situation play itself out. We’ll give them the occasional nudge if they need it, but it looks like those two got it pretty handled.”

Then the music stung again letting Adora and Glimmer pair up.

“Glimmer, I think I know what Lord Hordak is up to.”

“What?”

“Look,” Adora gestured over to the Lord and the Princess who were still dancing and talking with each other, still ignoring everyone around them. Glimmer’s jaw dropped as she stared at the couple.

“They’ve been like that for the last 15 minutes.”

“Are you kidding me? Lord Hordak of all people? When I tried to talk to her she ran away and she dances with him?”

“I don't know what Hordak did, but something feels wrong.”

#spop #hordak #entrapta #entrapdak #hyperfixation #she ra #spop fanfic #fanfic #perfuma #glimmer #adora #catra #scorpia #frosta #princess prom

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Running In Circles - Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,196

Characters: Female Reader Rossi Character, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ”Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, George Foyet, Multiple Unsubs and Victims

Story Description: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Criminal Minds, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and CBS Network. The only thing I own is Arden Rossi, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others' story line.

Chapter: 1/?

Chapter Description: (Y/N) remebers her first day in the job and recounts all the cases and events that led to the downfall of George Foyet.

A/N: I decided to say fuck the anxiety of posting and put up my Aaron fanfiction. It’s been gathering dust in my documents folder and I love writing too much to keep it to myself. I’m not sure how many chapters this will have but there’s already 8 chapters all finished up. Soon I’ll be posting ff of all the fanfictions I enjoy also! If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 1

“Good morning, BAU!” I said as I walked through the doors of the elevator and entered the bullpen. I could still remember how it felt the first time I got here.

I walked out of the elevator and made my way to the first office on the left. I was to meet

SSA Aaron Hotchner for an interview to join the BAU. My hands were shaking, and my body was getting warmer by the second. But I remembered my father’s encouraging words. “You’re gonna do great, mia bella.”

Not only was I extremely young, but I also had a lot to live up to. Being the daughter of SSA David Stephen Rossi was no easy task. He was an amazing agent, mentor, and father. He always pushed me to be the best at everything I did. When I started high school, I decided to get a head start on my college studies and applied to dual enrollment. When I graduated I did so with a Bachelor’s in Computer Science. Then, I worked my way to a Master’s in Psychology and Social Work, and a Doctorate in Criminal Justice. At the same time, my father trained me as a profiler. All my life I knew I wanted to be in the FBI, just like him. I was always impressed at all he did and wanted to be just like my hero. The day I told him I had been recruited by the FBI and was set to work in the BAU he said it had been the greatest day of his life.

Now my shaking hand raised to softly knock on the door before me.

“Come in,” someone said from inside. The door softly creaked as I opened and was met by a tall man with dark hair and a shorter blonde woman. “Agent Rossi, welcome.”

“Thank you, it’s an honor to be here.” I smiled and shook Aaron Hotchner’s and Erin Strauss’ hands.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Agent Rossi,” Erin smiled. “Have to say, you have a very impressive curriculum and your disinvolvement in our past interviews and tests have been outstanding.”

I smiled and turned the bracelet on my wrist for comfort.

“I must concur with Chief Strauss,” said Hotch. “I believe you will be a great addition to the BAU team.”

After sharing a few pleasantries and being handed my badge and gun, I was following Hotch to the briefing room to meet the rest of the team. Formally, at least. I had heard everything about them when I spoke with my father. He left no detail out.

“Morning, everyone,” Hotchner started. “I called you all in early today so you could meet the newest addition to the team. This is Agent (y/n) Rossi.”

To the sound of my name most of the mouths in the room dropped.

“Rossi, as in David Rossi?” The slender, messy haired agent said. I could only assume that was Spencer Reid. As my father had described him, a curly mess dressed in vests.

I nodded.

“Rossi, you didn’t tell us you had such a beautiful daughter.” That would be Derek Morgan. The hottie Casanova with a silver tongue.

“I hadn’t?” My father questioned and smirked, knowing full well the answer.

“Well, he’s talked a lot about all of you,” I smiled.

“All good things I hope,” Emily smiled.

“Great things,” I returned the smile. “I could probably make out who is who by the things he’s told me.”

“Go ahead,” Aaron challenged.

“Alright,” I cleared my throat and started going around the table. “Curly hair, vests, analyzing everything I’ve done and said since I walked in… you’re Spencer Reid.”

He smiled brightly.

“Tall, dark, handsome, and a silver tongue. Plus, you checked me out as soon as the doors of the elevator opened… Derek Morgan.”

He smirked.

“Calm, cool, and collected. Quiet but present, inspecting my presence here… you’re Emily Prentiss.”

“She’s good,” Emily muttered to Morgan beside her. I continued.

“And last but not least, bright colors, fun accessories,” I said looking at Garcia. “Even though you’re smiling, you’re not sure about me yet because you don’t like change and are probably going to dig up everything you can on me as soon as you can… Penelope Garcia.”

She stiffened and Derek chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I get it. I do not like change that much either. And here,” I reached my hand into my bag to pull out a rather thick folder. “I’ll save you the work. Background check, complete internet history, social medias, and all the whatnots you would need to build a very extensive profile.”

“Oh, thank you,” she reached out her hand and grabbed the folder, smiling at the floor.

“And well, I already know Agent Hotchner and my father, so they don’t need much of an introduction.”

“No, but you do,” my father said joining my side. “Tell them a bit about yourself.”

“Well, I have a bachelor, two masters, and a doctorate degree: I’m 23, I’m Rossi’s daughter…” In the middle of my thought process dad cut in.

“She’s beautiful, she’s intelligent, and she’s the one I call when I’m stuck on a case.” I smiled.

“She also passed every test with flying colors,” Aaron added. “And her profiling skills are exceptional.”

“Thank you,” I blushed. “I think it runs in my blood.”

“Well, welcome to the team,” Aaron continued. “Let’s get to work.”

That was almost three years ago. A couple of days after, I met JJ who had visited with her newborn son Henry.

In very little time I had grown attached to this family. I was most of the time partnered with Spence and we developed an amazing bond. It did help that I loved playing chess and we could have highly erudite talks. Also, I very much enjoyed his over sharing of facts. But really, I was close to them all. On my spare time I was found watching movies with Derek and Penny, perusing book shops with Reid, having girl nights with JJ, Penny, and Emily, or sipping on top grade scotch while finishing paperwork with Hotch.

Spending time with Hotch was my favorite pastime of all.

I realized I had developed feelings for him the day he was captured by Foyet and left at the hospital. Receiving the call from Emily that she had found blood at his apartment literally knocked the air out of my lungs. Reid could tell that my reaction would not have been the same where it had been any of the other members. For some time, he had deduced my attraction to our unit chief. Once we had captured Patrick Meyers and Reid had been sent off to a hospital, we sped off to St. Sebastian Hospital. I could feel my heartbeat going faster and faster as I felt time slipping by. More than once I had asked Morgan to go faster and with sorry eyes, he told me he was going as fast as he could.

Seeing Hotch on a hospital bed, greatly hurt, broke me. I knew everyone on the team, just like Reid, had figured it out. I was the first one in when the doctor announced he was waking up. His eyes fluttered open as JJ, the last one to enter, made it in.

“Where am I?” He groggily asked.

“In the hospital,” dad answered.

My eyes could not leave his face, even as all I wanted was to imagine him in a different state. Derek told him how he made it to the hospital and Emily asked Hotch what had happened. Closing his eyes, Hotch explained step by step how everything had gone down. Upon more investigation, we quickly figured what Foyet had taken and, a page from his planner that held his ex-wife’s and son’s current address and a picture of them, respectively.

Once we had that information, the team knew exactly what to do. Emily and I volunteered to stay behind and update the team if anything changed. As soon as he went to sleep, we let out a locked breath. But the relief was short lived as his pulse started to get exceedingly fast.

“What happened?” The doctor asked.

“I don’t know,” I croakily muttered out. Emily put a hand on my back as I softly touched his arm.

“Agent Hotchner. Can you hear me?” The doctor called out. “Agent Hotchner?”

He finally opened his eyes and responded. “I’m okay.”

The doctor asked us out of the room as she checked on him and Emily helped stabilize my walk as we made it out. I saw the doctor and a nurse check him as I picked the skin of the thumb of my right hand. Emily noticed and grabbed it, knowing well of my nervous ticks. The other being closing my fist hard enough to dig my nails in it.

“He’ll be okay,” she smiled. “You know he’s a fighter.”

I softly smiled at her, not knowing if she said it for me or for her to believe it too.

Once we knew Haley and Jack were safe the three of us let out a relieved sigh. Hotch squeezed the hand I had been holding as he slept, needing the reassurance of a trusted presence next to him. He asked Emily about the scene at his apartment, but she could not give him definite answers. In a moment of silence, she excused herself to go buy coffee and I took this chance to ask him what had been going through my head.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” I asked worry evident in my eyes.

Sighing, he responded. “I don’t know. After he stabbed me the first time, it all goes blank.”

He looked straight into my eyes and I could tell he knew more than he let on, but now was not the time to push him. He had been drained: physically, emotionally, and mentally. In that moment, Haley walked in and I let go of his hand to leave them to talk. From outside of the room, I could hear the heartbreaking moment and knowing he was in pain shattered my heart. That day had absolutely devastated us as a team, but it only made us more determined to find Foyet and end him.

But life and work went on. The whole month he was off, I spent most of my free time helping in his recovery and his healing, using the little training I had in wound treatment. The other part of my time I spent with Reid, who was also in recovery. A far less pressing injury, but an injury, nonetheless. And he was my best friend, so I could not completely abandon him.

We were all worried about him coming back to the team with Foyet still out there, but dad reassured us he would only be more motivated. Yet the first case back, he was different. He was usually professional and understanding, now it seemed that no matter how well we worked, we would make a mistake. And when we finally tracked down the unsub and he made his way inside the house, no vest, and no gun, I knew there was something different in him. I tried to follow him inside, but dad stopped me.

“We have to trust him,” he told me. Even with those words we were all unsure of the outcome. My head was working 1,000 miles a minute coming up with different ways this could all end up in, and when I heard the gunshots, my mind only went to the darkest end. Quickly we stormed in the house and saw Hotch putting handcuffs on Darrin, and a very dead Jarvis on a recliner.

My father spent most of his time with me reassuring me that Hotch was still the same man he had been a month before. And I spent most of my time with Hotch reassuring him that he was not alone.

At the end of most cases Emily, dad, and I sat with Hotch in his office to drink a cup of scotch and unwind after a stressful day. I stayed nights overtime often and was there on the night that Strauss had landed a surprise visit to his office. The next day he became hyper focused on Derek’s work, which later he revealed to me the reason why. The bureau was questioning his leadership and he meant to step down as unit chief at the end of that week. This ended with Derek becoming active unit chief whilst Hotch was being investigated.

The days that followed were quite strange. We were used to taking orders from Hotch and now taking orders from Morgan was completely different. But business went on as usual. We worked on cases just as hard and solved them just as efficiently. With one case always hanging on us like a dark cloud. George Foyet. With every case we finished we knew he was still out there, which meant that Hotch was still hurting and hunting.

But the dreaded day had caught up to us. With the last case we had been on in Hampton we knew Foyet had found Hotch. He was taunting Hotch, dangling his life in front of him. Once he had sent us that calling card, we pressed harder on our investigation, pulling at whatever string we could find.

Thankfully, JJ pulled our medication string harder when she found out about the ability to substitute prescriptions with over-the-counter meds. We worked tirelessly and strongly to shorten the investigation part of this case. We needed to catch him, fast.

“Wait a minute, guys. Foyet likes things that have meaning to him,” I said looking at the map presented in front of us. I could see that Reid knew where I was going.

“The eye of providence, the addresses in blood he wrote on the bus that led back to him,” Spence added, and I nodded.

“Maybe he’s doing the same with his name,” I said as Reid wrote down George Foyet on the board.

“Like an anagram or something,” Emily chimed. Quickly, Reid got to work on the theory crossing out and circling letters. Adding ‘The Reaper’ onto the board and utilizing it, once Hotch had pointed out Foyet gave himself that name. He kept up this process until the name Peter Rhea came to existence.

Garcia tracked down the name and quickly found an address in Arlington. We had found him, but it was just too easy.

We were waiting outside of the apartment building for too long, waiting for something, anything. Once Morgan had given his orders, the plan was set in motion. Still, something in the back of my mind kept telling me it was too easy. We stormed the empty apartment and searched for anything that would help us find his actual location. His computer was quickly deleting files, but Garcia was better. Haley’s protection unit was in trouble.

As soon as it clicked, we were on our way to the stash house. Inside the house Marshal Sam Kassmeyer was hurt, losing blood quickly. With the little he was able to tell us we knew that Haley and Jack were in danger. Sam had not told Foyet anything, but George was smart, unfortunately. He had disguised himself as a Marshal and lied to Haley to get her where he needed her. Only him had communication with her. Everyone was on edge wanting nothing more than to find this man.

In the office we heard Hotch’s conversation with Foyet. He was working hard to buy some time for us to find him but knowing George he already had a plan set in motion. He had eyes on the pair, he was with them. I could only imagine what Hotch was going through.

“Alright, Foyet has to be in control,” Derek said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “He had Haley come to him.”

“Yeah, but where would he take her?” Spencer asked. We all started thinking and speculating. There was something in the call that told Hotch where to go. That was the key.

“Reid, what did he say, exactly?” I emphasized on the last word.

“Haley’s hair looks good dark. She’s lost some weight. It must be because of all the stress you caused her. Where’s the little man? Oh, there he is now. Do you think he likes Captain America because of you? That’s your wife on the other line. Hold, please. Hi. Open the gate and I’ll drive in.” Spencer recited in a monotone voice.

“Open the gate?” My father questioned.

“It would be someplace with the biggest emotional impact for Hotch,” I said looking down to organize my thoughts.

“And Haley has access to the gate,” Derek added, and it clicked.

“Their house,” I said. “Where they lived together.”

“Of course,” Emily said. “Foyet planned this all the way to the end. It’s everything to him.”

“He wants to take over Hotch’s house, to be in control, to prove his dominance,” I finished. We knew where he was going, and I was sure Hotch knew too and was already on his way.

On the way, Hotch got a call from Foyet’s phone. It was Hayley. I heard the emotion grabbing him by the throat. We could hear the whole conversation and my heart broke when he asked Hayley the magic words.

“Tell Jack that I need him working on the case,” Hotch breathed out. One drunken night he had told me about how he had found Jack inside a storage bench in his office after he had knocked on it. The smiling kid had told his father that he was working the case with Hotch. Hotch knew what was going to happen and so did I. This was the best chance Jack had at survival.

When Hotch told Jack to hug his mom and he said I love you, I let out a loud sob and Emily grabbed my hand tightly for support. But I was not the one that need the care. Hotch did. Haley’s words would forever be engraved in my head, and in the heads of our friends.

Three gunshots rang through the line right before it cut. Then I could not hold back the tears. I knew. I just knew.

Hotch was the first one on the scene and all I thought of was that he did not have a vest or any backup, so god knows what could have happened. For the second time in a matter of months all I could ask for was that Morgan drove faster.

At the house, Morgan was the first one in and the scene that unfolded in front of us was heartbreaking. Hotch was hitting Foyet over and over, and Derek had to hold him back. He was dead. I surveyed the scene and instinctively went to Hotch’s office, Hotch following close behind. Jack had to be there. I let Hotch walk past me and watched as relief overtook him when he lifted the lid.

“I work the case, daddy,” Jack said. Unbeknownst to everything that had happened. “Just like you said.”

“You did a great job buddy,” Hotch lifted his son out of the bench.

“What happened to you, daddy?”

“I’m okay. I want you to go outside with Ms. Jareau. Ok?” The child walked to JJ and she took him out in her arms.

And Hotch let go. He silently cried and I helped him make his way to where Haley laid. I stood by the door and turned away a police officer. Morgan stood up and squeezed my shoulder as he left the room behind the officer. I stayed outside of the doorframe, listening to the sobs of a strong man.

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The Gift of Anger

She-Ra Fanfiction Entrapdak General Audiences Angst Entrapdak Positivity Week Re-Post due to a blog-move. Day 5 Prompt: Self-Love Summary: Whispers went on about them both and not everyone even cared to whisper too quietly. It has been like this for a long time. Not even a founding member was immune from petty internal strife. Entrapta always kept cool, never made a fuss, because that was the logical thing to do. Hanging out with Hordak, however, has given her a gift. Alternate Summary: Entrapta’s official resignation from the Etherian Maker’s Guild.

The Gift of Anger Hordak would be dizzy if he had to recount to you the events that lead to the moment he was in right now; watching Entrapta stand with her hands on her hips, one ponytail of hair in a writhing lash, the other poised out in front of her – before a gasping crowd – making an incredibly rude gesture. Entrapta had curled her hair into the shape of a hand and… I don’t even think I need to tell you the rest. What had brought her to this, you might ask? Well, it all started when she was invited to attend the Inventors’ Gala in the Maker’s Guild Hall in Crescent Moon. It was a neutral-territory – it always had been, beholden neither to the capital-kingdom of Bright Moon or to the Horde. It belonged to no kingdom, but to all. It was a marketplace of inventors and artisans from all across Etheria. In the time post-war, the Gala was slated to serve its longstanding purpose. Entrapta had decided to bring Hordak along as her Plus One. This was a controversial decision for many reasons. She had also brought along Emily as an example of a technological wonder and of how the chassis of Horde-bots could be repurposed to house true artificial intelligence. She chose to make a presentation upon Horde Prime’s neural network, the control-chips and clone neurolinguistics. Hordak was a key part of this demonstration, as well as a date. All in all, this was a fine presentation of science for the Maker’s Guild, far surpassing anything she had presented in past years. This was an unusual year, as it was. As they wandered the hall and viewed the other inventions and presentations – some of Bow’s robotics work was on display here even though he was absent in favor of a family-function, this being a source of excitement for Entrapta – Hordak heard the murmurs. Entrapta split off from him to go look an exhibit and he walked around, just listening. His people had very acute hearing. It was a part of their specifications as beings built for combat. He could hear the whispered conversations that people didn’t think went beyond their little circles. ……. “She’s so weird!”

“Why doesn’t she ever change her clothes? She’s been wearing that same oil-stained shirt for six years. Does she even bathe?” “Check out tall dark and gruesome there. It’s just like her to bring that colonist here.” “I thought he was reformed.”

“Reformed, but not repentant, I’ll bet.”

“She was always annoying. She talks over people. She’s loud.”

“Do you notice the way she won’t look at you, then all of a sudden, it’s like she’s staring into your soul?”

“I don’t care if she’s the biggest cheese here. I’d rather have the guild only have more… normal…people.”

“Didn’t you hear? My best friend’s girlfriend told me that when she was little and her pets would die, she would dissect her pets! Who does that? What kind of a person does that? Even for a scientist…I mean!”

“Oh, that’s a baseless rumor!”

“Heh. Maybe she’ll cut up the old dictator someday. Nothing less than he deserves.”

“I’m uncomfortable with him being here. Maybe we should ask them both to leave.”

……….

Hordak grunted as he pushed past the couple who had been whispering the last bit. He flicked an ear at them, frowned, and procured tiny snacks at the reception-table, careful to pick out Entrapta’s favorites.

He found her in a corner by a potted plant taking a screwdriver to her pocket-screen, crouched over. He passed her the plate. She smiled and absentmindedly lobbed a pig in a blanket into her mouth with a lock of her hair. “So, find anything impressive?” she asked him.

“Nothing that is in comparison to your work,” he noted. He flicked his ears back. “In fact, I believe that the entire lot of these people are utter fools.”

Entrapta laughed softly. “Yeah. I’ve never been able to get people to listen to my theories. I was always told they were too wild or too impractical. My inventions were liked well enough, but the real meat of my work, it seems like everyone would lose interest when I tried to explain it.”

“It has always been like this?”

“Yeah…” She concentrated on tweaking her portable computer. She then looked up at Hordak and stood up, putting a hand on her hip and smiling. “I was one of the founding members of the Maker’s Guild, you know? It was a looong time ago. I was considered a young prodigy and I learned about things others were doing around Etheria. I wanted us to have a club, to share our findings!”

She looked down, her hair going a bit limp. “I… wanted to make friends. She held a finger and a hair-tail up. “Oh! And I did! There was Professor Robbie! He was really nice! He was working on hard-light. I’m afraid you can’t meet him, though. He died a few years ago – old age. I miss him a lot. He was the only one who seemed to like talking to me.”

“Entrapta…”

She pouted. “You can hear them, can’t you? Spacebat-auditory can pick up almost anything. I can hear them, too, although they don’t know it.”

“..!”

Entrapta pulled a part of her mask back and got the lock of hair out of the way, revealing a small round shape nestled inside of her ear. “I developed hearing-aids to compensate for some of the loss I’ve suffered from explosions in the lab. I can tune them to different frequencies – not quite spacebat-pitch, but delicate enough to hear gears inside my bots and tumblers in locks when necessary. I’ve got them turned up right now.”

Hordak’s jaw hung. “I am sorry…Entrapta.”

“Oh, don’t be!” She put a lock of hair on his armored shoulder. “You have nothing to apologize for! You’ve never dismissed me.”

Hordak’s face took on an unreadable expression. That was true, he supposed. “We can… we can go, if you want.”

Entrapta wrinkled up her brow and planted her foot. “And why should we?” she retorted. “You know, they wrote me out of the Guild after I joined the Horde. They considered me a ‘traitor’ even though the Guild has never had a loyalty to Bright Moon, the Alliance or another power. They were always neutral… until I started working with you. Do you want to know what I think? I think they were eager to get rid of me and found an opportunity. I’m STILL kept from reinstatement to the governing-body! After my role in Prime’s war! They just wanted an excuse to leave me behind because they think I’m…too much. They think I’m oblivious, but I’m not.”

“Please do not cry. They are not worth it. These…people… they are utter fools.”

Entrapta did not put her mask down. Instead, she was smiling – a warm smile just for Hordak. “Oh, no, I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to cry because you are right. Hordak, you know you’ve taught me something important since we have been together, right? You’ve given me a gift.”

Hordak startled, his eyes going wide. “A gift?”

“You know,” she explained, “I was always taught, since I was little, to ‘not make a scene.’ I always thought that getting mad about things was illogical and that being angry would never get me any friends, so I shouldn’t do it. But, Hordak… it’s a kind of self-protection, isn’t it? Having anger is a way to assert who you are.”

Hordak gave her a fanged smile. “Yes. They are all imbeciles!”

“When I saw you holding Horde Prime over the abyss, you were so angry! And you were yourself! It didn’t strike me as illogical at all! The anger… it was… it’s gonna sound weird, but I think it’s a kind of self-love.”

Hordak offered out his hand in a gentlemanly manner. “And you should love yourself since you are by far the smartest being on this pitiful rock! Whatever you wish to do, my lady, I am behind you absolutely. Shall we set some charges?”

“Oh, no, Hordak. You know that starting any more wars is against your contract! I have something else in mind.”

And this is how Hordak found himself standing, watching his petite lab partner holding her hair out in an enormous offensive shape and yelling out a string of creative profanities unheard upon the planet since the last time that Queen Glimmer accidentally hit her thumb with a hammer!

Thusly, Entrapta put in her resignation from the Etherian Makers’ Guild. She and Hordak started a new inventors’ collective, one in which willing and far less judgmental members came to them and engaged with them on their terms. The self-love that they’d developed in proximity to each other’s affections demanded no less.

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