#thank you if you read all this HAHAHA

[lovelyrotter]

okay but i actually kinda wanna know ur take on stridercest being canon compliant O_O <- autism stare

oh hey i am also hitting you with the autism stare. ill try to get my thoughts down in a way that makes sense to more than just me hahaha

bear in mind that im an epilogue lover and i think Meat/Candy are really valuable pieces that further all of the characters and are also hard canon in the sense that we're looking at just 2 post-game universe outcomes out of an uncountable number (the book in the picnic basket representing post-canon fanfic). i think the characters actions in the epilogues make sense and are satisfying to me. yes even jane (i love alpha jane and i will not do her the disservice of 'cleaning her up' w/o showing her work for it. thats not how you depict a character who grew up with fascist programming). i could totally go on a whole tangent about this specifically but thats another post lol we'd be here forever and its also not stridercest

but okay. canon stridercest. under the cut cause it got kinda long

basically it has to do with the cherubs and how their relationships and mating rituals are pretty obviously incestuous leaning even though cherubs dont have the human concept of Siblings or blood family. the cherub who predominates will search across paradox space to mate with another cherub who closely resembles the cherub they predominated which is like textbook Freudian sexuality. theres a lot of Freud and Jungian stuff in HS imo even if im kinda [wobbly hand gesture] at the validity of these theories applied to real life and real people. but theyre super fun tools and lenses to use in fiction and i mean. gestures at all of dave

so the incest aliens cherubs. the whole reason why im talkin about them is bc Caliborn is so incredibly interested and invested in the Striders in particular. caliborn as both Lord English and Lil Cal shapes earth NOT OVERTLY but more so embeds himself in earth society, but again, the Striders lives in particular. dave is full of incest jokes. hes even apparently got a list of his friends arranged in order of how likely theyd incest-elope with each other (thank you epilogues for this amazing factoid). he seems to think about it often enough to, yknow, Do That. have a good solid think about that and construct an organized list about it. bearing in mind dave makes jokes about stuff thats a) bothering him, or b) generally camping out in his brain. hes not even really aware of it most of the time (as we see in one of the openbounds where hes all 'why am i thinking about puppets???' after seeing dirk for the first time in that dream bubble. he is thinking nonstop about dirk at that point and going off his only frame of reference for ANY dirk, which is his bro. his bro who was most likely deeply warped by Lil Cal)

sorry for the long blocky paragraph lol. but now onto the next thing

Caliborn as Lil Cal is the centerpiece in the beta strider apartment. dave cant escape him and beta dirk grew up with him. what the fuck do you do when youre childhood comfort item is also the most evil creature across all of paradox space? if youre a dirk you try to fight it. but how long can you keep fighting something like that. its safe to say that bro was affected by Caliborns particular brand of perversion and sfw kink. i dont think i have to say how insidious abusive and toxic he is about those things. and looking at the truth of beta bro (16yo alpha dirk) you can start to see just how warped beta bro became. beta bro is a false dirk (still a very Real dirk but not the Truth of dirk. beta bro has been toxified and made infinitely worse by an absolute evil influence over decades of life. in 80s fuckin texas. presumably in the system. anyone would be fucked up after that)

so for this analysis/theory im stating beta bro as a false persona. using jungian terms he is apha dirk's shadow

both dave and dirk live with a fake, carefully manicured version of their bros. they live with personas (or shadows of their guardians on the walls. hello platos allegory of the cave). they dont actually know e/o and they dont until the striunion

alpha dirk especially grows up embedded in the Public Persona Of Dave Strider 400 years post mortem and completely alone with unlimited internet access. hes a self admitted expert on his bro and we dont get to see a lot if any of his early childhood but i can hazard a guess at how much he clung to that persona of his bro. he fuckin idolizes dave. he LOVES dave. right off the bat he is in some kind of love with dave and i think if you try to argue against that then thats you slippin. i think youre a fool and have to reread homestuck because i wholeheartedly believe the striders loving eachother is part of the win state

once again this is speculation cause we get barely anything about alpha dave, but from what we already know about him im guessing this bro-persona is

achingly effortlessly cool

oozing masculinity (toxic or not, not really interested in categorizing that although toxic coolboy masculinity IS something the striders contend with & is an important facet in their lives)

a skilled fighter

a dedicated moviegoer (hes a director need i say more. this one is probably the only genuine thing about his on-screen persona)

and now lets look at jake. someone whos grown up on pretty much nothing but movies, whos doubtlessly been influenced by hollywood and its idea of gritty 'main character' masculinity through that, and who also clings to more old-school ideas of manliness (think victorian/edwardian era gentlemanly-but-loves-a-good-scrum kinda manly. moustache twirly with a monocle kinda manly. basically everything that grandpa harley is)

but okay lets look at what jake wants to be. lets take a look at his teenager persona

achingly effortlessly cool (his own 'hollywood star' kind of cool also def influenced by his favourite characters like lara croft who is indeed achingly cool. you see him succeed in inhabiting this hollywood star persona on earth c)

oozing masculinity (the old school manly mans-man kind)

a skilled fighter (two pistoles always. harder to aim cause you cant use a free hand to make up for kickback. that takes skill)

a dedicated moviegoer (again one of the only genuine parts about his persona. his questionable-to-wretched tastes aside. but bearing in mind that the SBaHJ movies are intentionally bad which is what makes them loop around to good. such is the nature of intentionally 'bad' art. jake fuckin lives in this perpetual bad-good art loop. okay enough with the art tangent keep focused man cmon)

because dirk has obviously way more contact with jake i dont doubt he sees through jakes own (admittedly way more flimsy) coolboy persona but the point still stands i think. different flavours but the same kinda guy. dirk has a type and i dont think its a stretch to say that hes looking for aspects of the bro-persona he grew up looking at in other boys, much like the winning cherub looking for the one they lost in the cherub theyll mate with

also wtf is with dirks obvious boner for dave chasing him across paradox space to decapitate him huh?? the last few sentences in Meat are about that very thing. he wants to fuc fight dave sooo bad. haha remember how the cherubic mating ritual is one of the most violent and long running spectacles in paradox space? i sure do

#stridercest #davedirk #dirkdave #alphacest #my t #thank you if you read all this HAHAHA #i am dedicated to my craft (autistic) (indulgent)

[crabsnpersimmons]

This one goes out to all the slow burn enjoyers, the dense Y/Ns, and the soft robo jesters that suffer in silence!

Inspired by @bamsara's “Solar Lunacy” fic.

If you feel like reading my ramblings and want to experience more heartbreak for fictional jester blorbos, check under the cut where I detail all the planning behind the frames!

so i heard this song for the first time in a while and the opening lyrics immediately made me think of moon, so i was daydreaming some scenes and then i decided to thumbnail some ideas:

and it all went downhill from there as everything became a metaphor and a parallel to each other, which i will now go into detail on!

you thought the animatic itself was sad?

*writing muse laughs maniacally* IT'S ALL A METAPHOR

Frame 1. "turn down the lights" We start with a back view on Moon. The lights are out, the Moon is out, but we do not see his face. The music and the greyscale atmosphere are enough to establish the weight of the moment and the weight on Moon’s mind.

Frame 2. "turn down the bed" We cut to a shot of Moon's body, kneeling on the ground of the daycare, like a padded cell. Moon’s hands are twitching with the effects of the glitch, with purple sparks coming from his hands. We still do not see his face.

Frame 3. "turn down these voices inside my head" Cut to an extreme close up on the dark half of Moon’s face. Now we see his face, but only a portion of it. His left eye is wide open, red and glitching out. The voices in his head can refer to the glitch but also his repressed feelings. Or maybe it could be Sun's voice in their shared headspace.

Frame 4. "lay down with me" Y/N's hand enters the frame from the upper right corner, lowering down to meet Moon where he kneels on the ground. Only a corner of Moon's face appears on the bottom left corner of the frame, his starry nightcap beginning to cover his glitched left eye.

Frame 5. "tell me no lies" An full shot of Moon on the floor and Y/N standing in front of him with their hand stretched towards him. A light spills out from behind Y/N, creating a boundary between them.

Now we see more of Moon. It is only when Y/N enters the frame—enters his world—that Moon’s body is shown in its entirely. When Y/N is here, he is no longer fragmented. He is whole.

Frame 6. "just hold me close" pspspspsps Playfully, Moon extends his own hand, beckoning Y/N to come closer, to join him. His right hand crossed over his body as he uses the playful gesture to hide his true feelings—to put distance between him and Y/N. His hat continues to cover his glitching left eye. He doesn’t want to worry Y/N.

Frame 7. "don't patronize" In response, Y/N’s hand pats Moon on the head, returning his playfulness. Moon looks surprised by the action. Moon, notably, does not lower his hand—perhaps he has forgotten it or perhaps his invitation is still open.

Frames 8-9. "don't patronize me" Moon rotates his faceplate so Y/N’s hand is touching the side of his faceplate, a more intimate gesture than a head pat. However, his hat is in the way. At this angle, his starry nightcap fully covers his glitchy eye and the dark side of his face, hiding his defect and acting as a veil between him and Y/N. A self-imposed boundary. So close, yet thinly separated. It's better this way. It's safer this way.

The lyrics are broken up by Y/N's arm, both to illustrate how the song is sung ("patronize" is drawn out and "me" is briefly added in before the chorus starts) but also to show how Y/N interrupts Moon's resolve, highlighting the irony between the visuals and the lyrics. Demanding not to be patronized, yet Moon happily accepts this play at intimacy. Don't patronize me, I am weak for it.

This is also the only instance where the red light of Moon's eyes glow and tint the surfaces around it. Visually, it makes it look like Moon is blushing (heavily inspired by @restinsodaroni's art). But also, in this moment of honesty, Moon's intrinsic light spills out, colouring the greyscale world. In this brief moment of honesty, Moon touches the world with his own colours, his own light.

(and this is also where i forgot to clean up the shading on Y/N's arm, but it's okay it doesn't need to be perfect it simply needs to be. And Moon will still love Y/N even if they are a continuity error.)

Frame 10. "'cause I can't make you love me if you don't" A parallel to a frame 4, Y/N retrieves their hand away and immediately Moon is reduced to the corner of his faceplate in the frame. Only now his glitched eye is fully covered by his hat.

The lyrics here (and in the next frame) in particular grow lighter to emphasize Moon's diminishing resolve and agency.

From here on out, the lyrics here are broken up, carrying on this theme of fragmentation. Y/N is pulling away, Moon is breaking up, the words are breaking up. Everything is coming apart.

Frame 11. "you can't make your heart feel something it won't" Y/N turns to leave. The lyrics, broken up as before, highlight the irony of the situation. Y/N, a human, can’t feel something they simply don’t feel. Whereas, Moon, the machine, feels something his code never intended him to feel.

Frame 12. "here in the dark in these final hours" Another full shot that parallels frame 5, as Y/N steps towards the light and Moon leans forward into the space Y/N once occupied. Y/N is leaving—that which makes him whole is leaving. And he is only capable of making it to the boundary where the light cuts into the darkness. The "final hours" suggest it might be the end of Y/N’s shift, or perhaps this scene takes place right before the glitch takes over—the final hours that Y/N has with the true Moon. Either way, time is running out—and only Moon knows it.

There is a contrasting display of body language here. Moon is on the floor leaning towards Y/N with his hand still left out. Whereas Y/N is turned away, walking away, and has already slipped their hand away and into their pocket. Y/N is closed off while Moon is limply open. Y/N is actively moving while Moon is on the floor, waiting, hoping, for that which he lacks the agency to reach for himself.

Frame 13. "I will lay down my heart" A close up on Moon’s hand, rising up again, perhaps to beckon Y/N back once more. This is a slight parallel to Y/N's hand reaching out to Moon. While Y/N can freely reach out and touch Moon, Moon cannot. He can't enter the light and more importantly he can't risk potentially harming his relationship with Y/N—be it through the glitch or by his feelings. He can only lay down his heart—put aside his feelings or hope that someone will pick up his pieces and make him whole.

Frame 14. "and I'll feel the power" Still on a close up on Moon’s hand, now clenched in slightly. This initially was going to have the glitch effects. However, I felt it more meaningful for it to be left without. Leave it up for interpretation why Moon pauses his hand. What is the power that he alone feels and stays his hand?

Frame 15. "but you won't, no, you won't" A parallel to frame 1, a view of on Moon's back with his hand stretched out towards the light, and Y/N walking into the light spilling through the open daycare door.

The placement of the lyrics suggest two different “you won’t”—Y/N who won’t realize Moon’s feelings, and Moon who won’t dare speak them into reality.

Another note on the parallel to frame 1, this time we also see Y/N's back, but it is notably different from our view of Moon's back. With Moon, we literally see inside him through the hole for his loop. However, Y/N is shrouded in shadow, just a solid, obscure silhouette against the bright light of a world Moon—and Sun for that matter—are closed off from. We don’t see into Y/N, just as the Daycare Attendant doesn't have any vantage point of Y/N's life beyond their time at the PizzaPlex. (The unfortunate reality of a being a character made for the purpose of being a vessel for the reader.)

Frame 16. "'cause I can't make you love me" We finally cut to face Moon head-on, frozen in place with his hand stretched out, unable to cross the boundary into the light. His eyes have gone dark. Where we began by seeing bits and parts of Moon, and never seeing his full face—now we, the viewer, see the full Moon, open and vulnerable—unbeknownst to Y/N.

Frame 17. "if you don't" But in the dark, behind closed doors, there is no one to perceive him—no one to receive him. The light dwindles as the daycare doors are closed. Moon stays frozen where he kneels. It is no longer the glitch that plagues him, but a far deeper dread.

But a lone streak of light peaks through the gap in the daycare doors. Perhaps that is just enough. A silver lining. A frail hope. A single, ethereal thread out of darkness and into light.

Thanks for reading and watching!

We'll be back to our regularly scheduled fun and games shortly!

#fnaf moon #fnaf dca #dca fandom #so this idea had me by the throat ever since I heard this song again #I've never done an animatic before but I wanted to give it a shot #the opening lyrics already reminded me of moon right off the bat #but then i kept listening and started thumbnailing some frames #it was actually the frames with moon receiving the head pat and turning his faceplate that convinced me i had to do this lol #the sweetest images resulted in this work of angst #thank you if you read all this! #i promise to post something cute soon to balance things out #and no promises but i will say the second verse of the song is PERFECT for sun #“morning will come and I'll do what's right just give me 'till then to give up this fight” /lyrics #hahaha it hurts :') #crab art #traditional art #digital art #traditionally inked and digitally coloured #animatic

[age-of-moonknight]

Hi! It's me again.

In light of the upcoming Ultimate Black Panther 2024 coming out in Feb, "In the wake of Ultimate Invasion", in which Khonshu and Ra are doing things and then are the bad guys.... I thought it a good theme to explore Moon Knight in alternate universes. ....To which I actually know very little about. But I bet you know stuff!

I've seen Moon Knight explored in things like Arachknight (love that outfit) and alternate timelines where he's imagined in different outfits, but what about in actual Marvel time lines like the Ultimate universe or 2099 (which he is also going to be featured in briefly).

How much has he shown up in those lines and can they even be called Moon Knight or just some guys in a Moon outfit?

Thank you so much for sending this my way, because oh ho ho this is something I'm so excited to answer! :D You hit the nail on the head though in regard to how "Moon Knight" is only sometimes our beloved system of Jake, Marc, and Steven and other times it's more of a title. Interestingly, I've noticed anecdotally that many non-616 continuities choose to invent an entirely new character as opposed to doing an alternate interpretation of our favorite guy. A majority of the time, however, they still maintain key facets of the Moon Knight mantle (devotion to Khonshu, for example, being prevalent). I'll break down the major ones (and some of my favorites) under the cut, because there are some really great ones imo. :D

Ultimates (Earth-1610)

I started here not only because you mentioned it specifically, but also because it's the non-616 continuity with the most Moon Knight material and it's possibly the closest parallel to 616's Moon Knight.

Ultimates Moon Knight appears in Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1/2000), #79-80, #82-85, #107-110 and Ultimate Spider-Man Annual (Vol. 1/2006), #2.

He also makes some cameos in the Ultimate Fantastic Four (Vol. 1/2004), #52-53, Ultimate Origins (Vol. 1/2008), #5, and Cataclysm: The Ultimates' Last Stand (Vol. 1/2014), #5.

Sometimes I just think about this dude, because he's very recognizable as an analogue for 616!Marc Spector, but there are some major differences that receive frustratingly little expansion due to him only being a secondary character guest-appearing in a Spider-Man comic. One difference right off the bat is that it seems in this iteration the Marc and Steven identities are swapped, with Marc being the debonair millionaire frequently used as a cover identity and Steven as the scruffy operator.

[Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1/2000), #83.]

The other big change, in my opinion at least, appears to be an attempt at more purposefully incorporating in and acknowledging the system's DID, whereas 616 pretty notoriously meandered its way through "nah, they're just cover identities" to "he contracted 'multiple identities' after doing those cover identities Too Hard" (???? Yike?) to finally landing on something a bit more understanding and respectful. The success of 1610's attempt at mental health representation probably depends upon your opinion on Brian Michael Bendis as a writer. An honest attempt was made, but it's definitely not free of the now very dated term "multiple identity disorder" or of stereotypes, with one headmate being a little girl and the whole system being threatened by an encroaching "evil" alter developed as a cover identity (which happens to be "Ronin," another wild little element of this universe) and subsequently going off the rails.

[Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1/2000), #108.]

Markedly, I don't recall catching a reference to Khonshu during my read-through of these comics, which is inline with Ultimates' more "grounded" approach to characters, ig. In any case, almost all of 1610!Moon Knight's background is jampacked into a single panel (that consequently frustrates me to no end hahaha):

[Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1/2000), #108.]

While some of this makes sense for Ultimates' whole deal of updating characters (Gulf War vet and Navy SEAL being more relevant to the 2000's than the very 70's background of globe-trotting mercenary selling his services to any insurgency that will pay,,,,although I shall keep my opinions on SEALs to myself asldkfij), from what I recall, however, they NEVER bring up the fact that this guy is a failed super soldier ever again? Nor the Roxxon connection??? But he (or rather Ronin) does drive a bus into Peter Parker's high school, gets domed by Kingpin's goons, survives (naturally), and is quite helpful in the case to take down Kingpin, so there's that. He's also responsible for some of my favorite panels of all time.

[Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1/2000), #80.]

[Ultimate End (Vol. 1/2015), #5]

(technically that last one's from Earth-61610, a fusion of Earth-616 and Earth-1610, but it's the panel I always think about whenever trying to parse out how Ultimates and the main continuity came together hahaha)

2099

The other continuity you mentioned by name and an interesting one because apparently there are multiple continuities associated with "2099." None of them have a "Marc Spector" (may that be because he's resting in peace after dying of old age aslkdfj), but there are some other options. Something that fascinates me though, is that none of these options come from Miguel O'Hara's home continuity of Earth-928 and most of them are women.

Moon Knight of Earth-96943

I did a post on her character here and personally I think she's rather neat. She only really pops up in 2099: Manifest Destiny (Vol. 1/1998), #1, but she beats up opportunistic capitalists on the moon and tells the Watcher what's good, so again, I think she's pretty cool (and I love how all of her speech bubbles have crescent moons).

Tabitha, Moon Knight of Earth-TRN590

[Spider-Man 2099 (Vol. 3/2015), #14]

Otherwise known as Tabby (!), this "2099" Moon Knight actually got to meet Miguel and appears in Spider-Man 2099 (Vol. 3/2015), #14-16 (similarly, I expand upon her character here). She's another case of a character fairly firmly relegated to the "supporting" category, but when she does get some panel time, it's a lot of fun, as she has that pretty classic Peter David wit and a big ol' sword that she uses to exorcise a demon out of Doctor Strange (and subsequently banishes it to the moon).

[Spider-Man 2099 (Vol. 3/2015), #14]

Moon Knight of Earth-2099 (....not to be confused with Earth-928)

[Spider-Man 2099: Exodus (Vol. 1/2022), #3.]

This one is an....exceedingly interesting case, more thoroughly detailed here. After making a one panel reference to the Moon Knight temple guardian of Earth-96943 (and implying she died RIP sounds fake but okay), Spider-Man 2099: Exodus (Vol. 1/2022), #3 and Spider-Man 2099: Exodus Omega (Vol. 1/2022), #1 establishes this new Moon Knight as the leader of a new team of Avengers. But you have to watch out, because this Moon Knight is also just straight up Khonshu animating a corpse.

[Spider-Man 2099: Exodus (Vol. 1/2022), #3.]

Those times when the timeline got kind of screwy (so 616!Marc,,,,kind of????)

There are some instances where 616!Marc got caught up in those kinds of situations where everyone gets thrust into an alternate time line or a timeline that was erased for whatever reason, his involvement in which pretty much solely being due to him being an active Avenger at the time.

House of M (Earth-58163)

Marc is technically in House of M (Vol. 1/2006), #3-7, but he's only there to stand in the background of group shots wearing a fit so generic even I have worn it. BUT, however, it turns out House of M: Avengers (Vol. 1/2008), #1-5 fleshes out his character's background in this reality and explains why he gave up the iconic white threads.

[House of M: Avengers (Vol. 1/2008), #2.]

[House of M: Avengers (Vol. 1/2008), #1.]

[House of M: Avengers (Vol. 1/2008), #5.]

(imo, I mean, look I know it was the 2000's and simple/leather jacket "costumes" were in, but the reason provided was NOT good enough for putting him in the most boring fit possible, but that's just me alskdfj Further note, looks like I uuuuuh missed the House of M: Avengers comics on my initial readthrough so I shall probably loop back around to those some point soon)

Age of Ultron (Earth-61112)

Found in Avengers Assemble (Vol. 2/2012), #14AU and Age of Ultron (Vol. 1/2013), #2, #4-5, the mental health representation isn't always the greatest, but otherwise, there's a lot I'm fond of in these issues. Natasha Romanoff is much more firmly "the main character" with Marc supporting her, but you will definitely get no complaints on that on this here blog. This reality basically boils down to "Natasha and Marc are a criminally underrated duo that could probably destabilize juntas if they chose to do so" and it's great.

[Age of Ultron (Vol. 1/2013), #2.]

[Age of Ultron (Vol. 1/2013), #2.]

Other Continuities (Where Marc Actually Shows Up)

Earth-X (Earth-9997)

This one haunts me???? Because it's one of the earliest examples I can recall of really digging into the irony of a Jewish man serving an Egyptian god as well as artfully discussing that unique tension within Marc of "alive but only just/not really" AND gives Marlene some fascinating development....all within the pages of a special event the plot of which I honestly couldn't explain to you if I tried.

[Universe X (Vol. 1/2000), #6.]

But if you want to check it for yourself (and see if your reading comprehension is better than mine hahaha), this Moon Knight shows up in Universe X (Vol. 1/2000), #0, #6-7, #10-11; Paradise X Special Edition (Vol. 1/2000), #1; Paradise X (Vol. 1/2000), #0 and #11; Paradise X: Devils (Vol. 1/2000), #1; Paradise X: A (Vol. 1/2000), #1; and Paradise X: X (Vol. 1/2000), #1 (and if you're wondering, yes, I did lose a few braincells typing all that out).....but this guy does get a cool color inverse suit!

[Universe X (Vol. 1/2000), #6.]

Battleworld (Earth-51910)

Or at least, I'm pretty sure this is Marc although we only get the last name of Spector. Anyway, amidst the Beyonders’ and Doctor Doom’s shenanigans in Secret Wars Journal (Vol. 1/2015), #1, Spector here lost his faith in "Baroness Khonshu," but at least his design is dope as all get out.

Also, he's a werewolf.

[Secret Wars Journal (Vol. 1/2015), #1.]

Heroes Reborn (Earth-21798)

The "Marc Spector" who is presented in Heroes Reborn (Vol. 2/2021), #5 and #7 as the sort of Hush and Two-Face to Darkhawk's Batman frankly sort of leaves a bad taste in my mouth, as he's straight up described as a "schizo who worshipped the moon" and is generally just a violent criminal who ends up in Ravencroft (...not great in the slightest, all around honestly). Accordingly, the only redeeming quality of this alternate is the DOPE costume he gets when he ends up on this continuity's equivalent of the Dark Avengers.

[Heroes Reborn (Vol. 2/2021), #7.]

Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe Again (Earth-TRN664)

Oh goodness, please don't make me talk about this comic again; thinking about it Hurts Me. Fairly well executed but so incredibly tragic. Mr. Knight is fantastically sympathetic and a brilliant detective and it all ends horribly. If you want to read Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe Again (Vol. 1/2017), #1-3, godspeed.

[Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe Again (Vol. 1/2017), #2.]

Other Moon Knight Variants

These are some honorable mentions that I'll just have to link my posts for, because I unfortunately have pretty much hit the image limit RIP.

Mariama Spector of Earth-818

Battleworld Frank Castle as Moon Knight

And finally, since I loved the phrase you used of "just some guys in a Moon outfit," I present the ultimate "just some guy in a Moon outfit":

Friggin "Moonwing" of Earth-9602

When Moon Knight got the Amalgam comics treatment, he got mashed up with Nightwing of all characters in Bruce Wayne: Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. (Vol. 1/1996), #1, as detailed here. Basically, they just gave Dick Grayson a past in the CIA and DID, leaving the whole moon motif a bit of a mystery.

(Amalgam Comics Trading Cards, #8.)

Naturally, there are some variants I didn't mention here. Moon Knight pops up in quite a few non-616 continuities, but most of the time he's just in the background of large group shots and/or action scenes and doesn't have any lines or contribute anything to the plot. Accordingly, I attempted to include just the iterations with the most material that were expressly from different timelines (which is why I didn't include all of the historical Moon Knights from the 2019 Moon Knight Annual or Moon Knight Ravonna who are also from Earth-616). But yeah! I hope this is of interest to someone out there or at least somewhat vaguely answered your question hahaha thanks again!

#Knight Mail #thank you for your patience as I pulled this together! #it was a lot of fun but as soon as I read your ask I could feel my brain go in a billion different directions #with all the material I wanted to include #you ever dropped a container full of extra bouncy balls on the floor and watched them all scatter? #hahaha that's how my brain felt and it was very exciting #But as always if anyone has any further questions or would like any specific panels/citations please just let me know! #Despite the length of this post I could definitely STILL keep talking about Moon Knight hahaha

[waterfallofspace]

A Word-Filled Update

that no one's asking forrrr~

Sooooo, hiya~ ^^

Realized I kinda dropped out without much word, and wanted to give a lil update to anyone who may care, (and specifically to all the unfilled requests that have been sat in my inbox for months now T~T)

Dropping it under a cut because it gets quite long~ but I'll also TL;DR it with: been a bit burnt out, trying to get back into this, I apologize for all the unanswered asks, and I will be trying to get to the ones I can, but I'll be focusing more on trying to enjoy the process of making content~ Thank you to anyone who's stuck around <3

(Tw for brief mention of mental health/neurodivergencies~ nothing in depth or dark, but just incase anyone wants to avoid that <3)

Nothing serious has been going on, mostly just burn out and a bit of drama in main friend group, combined with free time just being a lot more limited recently~ (not a bad thing, most of it is because I'm getting to talk more with friends I've gotten closer to this past year~)

That said, I've been trying to get back into content, making it, reblogging it, etc, without letting it become all-consuming. I find, with the way my brain works, mostly to do to some wonderful neurodivergent tendencies, I tend to fall heavily into 'all of nothing' mentality.

This shows up in my day to day life, (ie: can't wash the dishes for weeks until I suddenly do them all in one day) and I've definitely noticed it with content creation. Need to write and finish a story in one go, record a wav as fast as possible, always afraid I'll lose that motivation.

But honestly? I love making content on here! And I'm not a huge blog, nor do I care if I am (at least trying not to, if I'm being painfully honest~) but I genuinely love making content. Whether it's just for me, a request that I am hoping one specific person will enjoy, or a story I write with a community in mind, I just love creating~

So, I'm trying to ease my way back into this! Bit by bit, let it be fun, and enjoyable, with less internal pressure to produce as much as I can, as fast as I can, and make it be perfect.

I won't lie and say 'numbers don't matter to me', if I'm honest, they do. But I'm learning more and more how to let it be about the content, and to just enjoy the process~ (and if people like it, that'll be a wonderful bonus!~)

Wooo this is getting so long, I apologize sincerely! Last thing, something I've mentioned a few times previously but never really let myself get into... requests~

I'm so honoured that people care about my content enough to have asked for things, and getting any ask, request, praise, ask lists, heck even just a 'hi!' is honestly the best part of this blog for me!

Buuuut, I definitely worked myself into burn-out before with a "every request needs to be filled and fast" mentality, that led to just... not filling any.

So! I'm going back through my inbox, and deleting some older ones that I don't have a clear vision/motivation for. I apologize to anyone who requested them, though by now it's possible they're long gone~ But I think this will help me not only start enjoying the creation process without feeling so overwhelmed, but also start actually getting more content made~

There are definitely a bunch that I still adore, and am thrilled to get to test out, but if there's one you remember sending, and you really want to see it completed, please feel free to send another ask saying what it is you want done, and I'll see if I can get that going <3

And if you've stuck it out to the end here- uh hi! ^^ I'm sorry this is so long, I'm such a words person, but I appreciate you so much, not just for any support you've offered, but just bothering to read this <3 I genuinely didn't expect most to make it this far, so thank you so deeply <3 and I hope to see you guys around as I start reblogging stuff more!~

#waterfalltalks #waterfallrambles #more like waterfallparagraphs im so sorry hahaha #been thinking about making this for awhile- but always felt so anxious??? #idk why specifically... maybe cause i cant be short to save my life #or maybe because it feels like ive left it too long?? been promising so much and never fulfilling #but i am gonna try!! not to fulfill everything but- to start enjoying it again #i worry this comes off like i have an ego... i really dont haha~ i dont expect anyone to really interact with my blog or care #it was always meant to be for ME- and i just hoped to create things ID enjoy and that #if anyone else enjoyed it too that i could start giving back to the community thats given me so much content ive adored #anyways this is a LONNNGGG post and so are these tags hahaha~ #using this blog as a journal again i think! but its mine! so okay! im gonna let myself! #gonna add here too that i might be reblogging with shorter tags for a bit- i promise its not cause im not excited!!! #just trying to make it the least overwhelming situation so i can start really getting back into ENJOYING it~ #thank you to anyone who read this far and a huge thank you to all my friends from here and anyone who stuck around <3 #i appreciate and love you all so dearly <333 #not snz

[jojo-schmo]

There is a faraway forgotten land in another dimension. In that land, there is an abandoned city. And in that city, there is a lone radio. When that radio is not playing the newest hit by superstar artist Neichel, it’s playing the tastiest, funkiest jams the people of that world had to offer.

(AKA the chaotic Spotify playlist with several of my favorite classic jams that I like to listen to when working on stuff like the Roleswap comic >:D)

#Just in case anyone out there happens to be curious about the music that fuels my personal creative process #I do constantly update this so it's always active haha #but here it is! a little piece of myself #nobody needs to force themselves to like this kind of music btw #this is simply an invitation into the inner workings of my mind haha #drums bass and synth all grant me enormous power #its funny because my dad got me into most of these songs #he hosted a radio show in his youth so he's big into music #so if disco is blasting from the other side of the house I know he's concentrating on something :P #I suppose I inherited that!! hahaha #anyway thank you for reading these tags #love ya #jojo rambles #link #roleswap scraps #Spotify #also there are a few random newer songs that just fit the vibe of the roleswap! #so enjoy those too!! hehehe

[windybitzh]

tw/ bright colors

i love scarvi and i love Nemona, and Geeta is great i don't understand the hate (she had he reasons arceus forbid women do anything)

I love how the champion rank makes it seem Nemona is chasing after Geeta's title, to be the nest champion a great trainer. As well as the fact they have a mentor mentee relationship. Tied in with my headcannon of Nemona having forgetful/neglectful parents makes an interesting dynamic.

I've seen many people have a sister relationship between them (this might be cannon but like i haven't played that far lol) I headcannon more of a aunt niece situation. So while it is nemona looking up to her hero/mentor it's also her putting blind trust and admiration in her aunt, the only other family member that pays attention to her. (i have a lot of post game things between them, basically their entire dynamic changing and a lot of anger i'll get to that another time)

Now get to the meaning in the piece. It's obviously about how Nemona looks up to Geeta, how they're both amazing trainers, and how Nemona is one day going to take her place. The poses and layering was to show that theme. But it's also how being a trainer as good at Geeta has been Nemona's only true personality trait. That no matter what else shs does neomona is always in Geeta's shadow. From the moment be meet her as "a champion ranked trainer" to her every interaction with Geeta herself, it all tells us about how similar they are and how Nemona looks up to Geeta. Always shadowed.

In the second version of this the entirety of geeta is colored red while there is a shiloute of geeta in blue over Nemona. Connecting Geeta's shiloute over Nemona, shadowing her. You have to look close to see it because of the conflicting clothes.

#pokemon #pokemon sv #pokemon scarvi #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon geeta #pokemon nemona #champion geeta #rival nemona #hahaha if you've read all of this and have made it too the tags #thank you #you didn't have to read my mad rambles #as a treat you get a little idea of post game nemona and geeta #since geeta ran the entire paldea league (chairman rose coded) she technically ran any activities by the regions professors as well #she had to have endorsed the research into area zero by Sada and Turo (i also have many ideas about rose geeta similarites but...) #if she allowed this research to happen #she either knew everything that easy happening including the issues of ai and paradox pokemon #or she turned a blind eye to it not caring about anything they did and just giving them the funds #both which are very bad things #nemonas reaction to this is...logical #winona's art✦ #win's art✦ #mona's art✦

[mokagachas]

As someone who knows nothing about Oberon but loves your art: where do I start if I want to understand your love for the man?

oh man. oh jeez ( wheezing ) haha okay. uhm. erhm. i didnt expect to get this far uhm ( shaking )

so here's the problem: oberon is from lostbelt 6, a chapter in hit gacha game fate/grand order. you can play f/go if you want and chug along to lb6 - which is unfortunately a chapter 6~ years into the game's main story. but i cannot with any sort of conscious recommend a gacha game to people.

so playing the game is one option. option two is checking out atlas academy database, a website that has all of fgo's stories and such conveniently catalogued! click 'main story' on the top of the page and it'll give you just, well, the main story.

if you want to watch the stories themselves - which at least for lostbelt 6 i highly recommend because the OST is amazing - there's also this commentary free LP on youtube that i've linked to people!

that being said that is still a lot of words to get to lostbelt 6, so- if you don't want to read everything pre-lostbelt 6, i recommend going to the typemoon wiki and reading the summary on each story pre lostbelt 6 ( so, up to lostbelt 5.5 ). just click on the link in each chart and you can find a detailed beat-by-beat summary of each chapter.

i've been told that, in all honesty, that lostbelt 6 is still enjoyable and easy to understand without full context for the outside story beats. it certainly reads like a fairly self-contained story outside a few things needed to understand why some characters are here in the first place, so i've been considering writing up a summary on just those key points / the premise to the lostbelts so that people can read that and then jump right into lostbelt 6 and love oberon...

hopefully this was helpful in any sense of the word heehe ... if you need clarification with anything feel free to send another ask !!!

lets all love oberon!!! lets all think about oberon!!!!!!

#moka rambles #historically accurate king arthur: the game #oberon! oberon!! i love oberon!!!! #^_^ #sorry i feel like im rather bad with helping explain how to get into a series because i so rarely consume new content #i just kind of stick my foot into one thing and live with it ( has been into fgo since 2018 ) #again lostbelt 6 is apparently just fine to understand without much other context so i gave a bunch of backlog reading but its probably not #all that necessary ^_^;; #if anyone has better tips on how to get into reading lostbelt 6 #or how to get into loving oberon... #feel free to add.... #edit: also ill note that while i say i dont recommend fgo Morally #immorally im one of the few people who actually really likes fgos gameplay* #*asterisk being that i dont think its good gameplay for a gacha game which requires something very flexible and its just not very flexible #but anyhow. my point being is that if you do decide to play fgo #i do think you can and will get genuine enjoyment out of it #its just a Lot to get through but its so worth it. shakes your shoulders #believe me #edit 2: ALSO THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY ART HAHAHA #thats very flattering ^_^ #sorry i got so blinded by sharing my love for oberon i completely missed that i was complimented. thank you heehe

[heartpascal]

Hello! I absolutely adored if the door wasn't shut series- I think I've read it the entire thing four times since I first came across it (which was just yesterday). Your writing is so beautiful, and honestly the FEELS!! I can relate to the reader character so well, and they are so well written. Some of my fave parts are the angstier parts (especially after the Jesse incident and they were hiding in their shop). I know too well the feeling of not being good enough, and the fear of being left behind by everyone I love.

I'm just wondering (and this might be me projecting too), but does Joel know the extent of what he did to the reader? Like I totally get he did it to keep them safe, but he left them after they showed a bit of vulnerability (telling them they want to go home/being scared). I know he's apologized, and I know he knows it was wrong to take away their choice, but does he know that it's really messed up for him to have done that after the reader was so vulnerable with them? It sounds like they weren't super touchy-feely from the beginning, so the fact that they told them were scared. It was exactly like how they said to Tommy, about how they look in the mirror and see all the parts of themselves that was not good enough (or not enough to be loved and kept in people's lives). By abandoning the reader, Joel basically said the reader was too 'much' for them, and that their fear was a burden. My heart literally aches when I read the conversation with Tommy bc that feeling of rejection- especially after such a vulnerable moment would kill me.

Anyways sorry for the ramble! I just love this series so much, and I wanted to hear your perspective on it. And I love that the ending wasn't super wrapped in a neat bow- there was still animosity and how it doesn't feel like complete forgiveness but just a moving forward. I think it'd be interesting to see Joel's POV in all of this, especially at the end when he probs has to come to terms that he'll never 'get back to before' per se, and Tommy/Maria has most likely replaced him in being their safe space. Apologies if that was presumptive, and not what you had in mind with the ending, but I really don't see the reader going back to having that level of trust with him- not like they have with Tommy/Maria now.

okay i think this is like one of my favourite asks concerning this series ever. first of all, THANK YOU!!! omg. you’re so kind :’)

now let’s get into it >:)

i’m going to have to say no, joel doesn’t know the extent to how badly his actions effected reader! or at least he doesn’t quite understand the full extent of it. i mean we’ve gotta think like … this man was a fully grown adult when the world fell apart, you know? he became guarded, sure, but that wasn’t the way he grew up!!! whereas that would’ve been the way reader grew up, never knowing who to trust, never knowing where danger was gonna come from, never having a safe place to admit how r felt.

i’d say that when joel sorta saw that vulnerability it scared him because he was so used to reader being closed off, yk? which kinda only proves reader’s fears to be right, which is just so :( but we do know that joel consistently doesn’t think he’s good enough to protect ellie (and therefore reader too) so that definitely feeds into his reaction too. joel had his reasons for doing what he did, but at the time of them leaving reader behind he didn’t even think about how it could effect them!! he was concerned for their physical safety rather than any emotional or personal things.

i do love a bit of angst but even i’m a bit like :( when i remember what i put reader through in that series LMAOOO. they’re gonna have to go on a long journey to ever get even remotely close to joel like they had been before. but you’re absolutely right, it’s never gonna be like it was before, and that’s something that both joel AND r will have to come to terms with :(

and also NO PLEASE I LOVE HEARING YOUR THOUGHTS!!! never apologise this is my favourite thing. i love talking about this with you guys!!!

i think on some levels reader will never have that same level of trust or safety with anybody after joel. like i think it’ll have left a permanent mark, and they won’t be able to fully have faith or trust in someone again.

r’s relationship with tommy and maria is probably the closest it’ll ever get to what they had with joel, but it’ll never be quite the same. or maybe it will, but i imagine it’d take a very long time to get there. tommy and maria already know that all they can ever do is just be there for reader as much as they can, even when r thinks they won’t be. i’m sure they’ll have spoken to each other about how they’re gonna be all up in r’s life for as long as they possibly can, until their dying breath, honestly.

thinking about joel in this series is so sad, because when we think about what happens with ellie a bit later on as well it’s just so … sad. bc *tlou 2 spoilers kinda* when he and ellie fall out, that’s gonna effect his relationship with reader, too. it’s gonna feel like another betrayal, another reason that it feels impossible to trust him, even though r would be glad he did what he did. but yeah, joel would be lonely for sure, but he’s just glad that they’re both alive and safe, even if it’s not with him anymore.

i was originally going to do a part 6 to that series, but the ending of part 5 was just so … satisfying to me? like it’s realistic in my eyes!!! they’re never gonna be the same, that’s true, but there’s something. and joel would take whatever something r would give him.

#heartpascal says #captaincvans <3 #i went off on a tangent there ong im sorry #i don’t even know if i responded to what you were asking me to HELAODJWJD #but i just enjoy talking about them :’) #my bad my bad #been away from tumblr for a while and all sense of what i’m doing has fallen apart apparently #anyway #THANK YOU SM FOR THIS I LOVE LOVE LOVE HESRING WHAT YOU RHINK #pls always send me asks like this i adore reading them #and responding clearly HAHAHA

[separatist-apologist]

I realize I am late to the game but I just binged RWYLM and I AM SOBBING.

I was a teen mom(now a mid twenties mom) and oh my god. This was SO REAL and so special? This feels special to me.

When Ivy got sick and Lucien was over or when she’s having a breakdown after her birthday or when she missed it just being the two of them. THAT HAD ME ON THE FLOOR.

Seeing Elain struggle with thinking Lucien was going to get tired of them and leave again 😩😩😩😩😩😩 Seeing it end happily for her patched up a few of the cracks in my tattered soul.

My life is amazing and I’m so happy that I didn’t get what I wanted back then but there is always that little part of you that wonders the what if it had worked out or been right way back then and damn did this just nestle into that daydream and run away with me full speed. All I can say is thank you for this story and for the good cry💜💜💜

Of every comment I've ever gotten, these mean SO much to me. RWYLM was pure fan-service to me in the sense that like, I KNEW that story. I must have daydreamed it a million times when I was young and alone and raising the baby, and I knew how I wished it had ended.

And of course I'm grateful it didn't. My daughters dad was no Lucien, just like yours wasn't. But it's a particular kind of grief, I think, especially when you're a younger mom because you get shut out of so many supportive spaces older, married women get. So you're doubly on your own with nothing but your own heartache.

I pulled a lot of my own experiences out and rewrote them the way I once wished they'd gone. When Ivy gets sick and the scene with the turtle, the fight about the birthday party now that there is someone else in the picture but she's so used to doing things alone. And I think if you've been in that situation, you knew I was too. It's my love letter to my younger self, but also to everyone else who felt like I did, and I'm so, so grateful you found meaning in it.

It's special to me, too.

#thank you so much for sending this to me #everytime i read one of these i remember i was never really alone #we always had each other even if we didnt know it- all of us young moms #i feel like we always end up finding each other now hahaha

[breezy-cheezy]

I just want to say it's been delightful watching you get into One Piece. It's been one of my main fandoms for years, but most of the people I was following who posted about it moved on to other things and I didn't have the energy to try to find new ones, so my dash has been pretty empty of it and I mostly just kept up with the anime/manga and not much else. Your enthusiasm for it, and all the art you've been posting and reblogging, has been a highlight of my days. I have a One Piece fanfic I've been trying to finish for years, and I've felt more like writing it in the past week or so than I have in a very long time (haven't actually managed it yet, but maybe soon, I hope). I'm glad you're having fun, and I can't wait to see you get farther in the series. <3

And *I* just wanna say how touching this message is!! 🥺 Thank you for sending this, I’ve been putting off responding because I was hoarding it like a dragon HAHA

I’m glad you’re enjoying the sudden OP onslaught! Part of me always worries, but it IS my blog and I enjoy slapping a bunch of funny pirates on my metaphorical fridge, glad you’re getting a kick out of it too! Perks of a media about as old as me too is that there’s sooooo much content to dig through, it’s very fun! Even if I suck at avoiding spoilers LOL (I will at least try to shield my buddy from spoilers as she also works her way through the manga at her own pace XD)

I hear ya on struggling to finish a fic for so long…for me, with new fandom comes new ideas and we’ll see if I can actually finish these, lmao. I’m glad to hear you’re inspired again! What’s the fic about, out of curiosity? 👀 If you feel like sharing that is!

Thank you, it’s been a VERY fun read, and I hope to watch some parts in the anime later! For now tho manga is easiest for me to consume, and the art is just really nice?? 1000+ chapters used to be so intimidating but now I find it’s hard to put the thing down X’’’’D One Piece good, found family got me good! I’ll be a bit more detailed under the cut real fast (I’ve been yelling at another friend on discord with regular manga updates but I will say this)

Isa don’t open the read more :> :

I just finished Thriller Bark arc and ooooooh boy that was a Time. Zoro you are insane *sobbing* HOW IS HE EVEN ALIVE

Usopp getting to use his anxiety/depression/negative thoughts as a strength against Perona was. SO funny yet SO vindicating, I love himmmmm-

Also the stuff with Brook is one of the things I feel I need to watch the anime on because!!! Music!!! That’s difficult to translate through manga, as pretty as the art is. Same for Chopper’s send off from Drum Island, I wanna see the pretty pink Sakura Blossoms!!!! But yea Brook made me cry. I remember really hoping Laboon would pop up again and BOY HOWDY let the skeleton see his baby whale again I beg….

I just hit the Sabody arc too and spotted Law for the first time! I already know his backstory (oops I’m nosey) and WOW HE’S A LITTLE SH*T HAHAHA funny greasy lookin man good to see ya X’’’D I also love Camie!! Kinda refreshing to see a female character getting to finally make the same (if not even MORE) whacky faces like the boys do hhdfhgjkdf you’re doing great sweetieeeee 😂 (also good to see Hachi again!!)

Also the intro to Celestial Dragons and slave trade is so. Man. This is VILE. The extent of horrors the Government will look away from because they’re Celestial Dragons doing the horrors. AUGH. Gross. The situation is revealed in a really neat way too, very engaging. Sooooo satisfying watching Luffy full on punch one CD in the face tho, BLESS. Love that funky lil dude. He really doesn’t care who you are, he can and WILL punch you if friends are threatened.

ALSO I do see Ace’s execution being set up in the bg. I know in a general sense what….happens to him. I don’t like it, let him out 😭

BUT YEA I’M HAVING ALOT OF FUN THANK YOU!!!!

#breezy babbles #breezy replies #anonymous #op #one piece #breezy reads one piece #wheeeeeee #this manga has made me laugh cry and also question Oda’s sanity on many occasions #seriously some bits are so bizarre I’m like this might as well happen sure #then others such a gut punch or heart warming or- #it’s got the range #they’re all so found family and stupid and good #love these funky pirates #thank you OPLA for grabbing my interest so strongly lmao #more reblogs to come for sure hhsdhjkgds #glad to provide it for your dash hahaha #good luck writing if you end up doing so!!!! writing is hard #I got a lot of ideas rattling around myself….but hrgh. school #-yells #HAVE A LOVELY DAY THIS MESSAGE MADE ME VERY HAPPY YOU ARE VERY SWEET

[emmenai-kalliston]

Happy with my crochet today because I had the most work done on my ongoing project (a scarf for my long distance best friend) in percentage since I started :) I'm becoming faster and more precise wooh

#also made a cake today #and cooked for my sister #for a day that started off like shit i sure was able to make it better :D #i am learning new hobbies. i am becoming more independent. i have a job interview on the 31st #and if everything goes well I'll have my dysphoria diagnosis on February 1st #booked a tattoo appointment. thinking about organising a little weekend trip for the next month on my crush's idea #doing a lot of active local politics. participating in and sometimes in the organisation of art / cultural small events and parties #it's a very bad period mentally emotionally and sometimes physically. but I'm reminding myself all that because it can also be good #i have the power of making it good #anyways. sorry for all this list of things in the tags #this was meant to be a little personal post but i got carried away and ended up writing some kind of diary hahaha #thank you if you read all this! #personal

[jackjellington]

"BE GAY, DO CRIMES!"

"No! No crime."

"... be gay?"

"... yes."

#thank you all so much for the attention on my art! i really enjoy reading comments people leave #and thanks to my sister for telling me what I should draw hahaha #pruaus #hetalia #aph #aph prussia #hws #hws prussia #aph austria #hws austria #fan art #fanart #draw #drawing #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #krita #ship #axis powers hetalia

[warriorsparked]

Midnight Pleasures.

Originally written 2010 Characters:  Megatron, Shockwave Timelines: Early post-war (MY AU) Warning: contains mech/mech, sex scene.

   Megatron’s servos grasped at the berth beneath him, his lips parting in his stasis. The heat of his dream circled down between his legs, swallowing him whole with wet, delicate lips. Beneath his casing, his cable was hard and pulsing, dripping inside from his excitement as thick, pouty lips took him again and again.    He was so close, he could feel it, somewhere mixed between being in stasis and being awake. He could feel the very real physical pleasure, his cable throbbing as he lay on his back atop the berth he shared with his mate. Only it was not Shockwave that was down between his legs, but a stranger. No one. No name, no frame, no real identity, just a mystery shape as they suckled him.    Just a little longer. Just a little more. So close! Almost there! His thighs parted, and as he felt the pent up pressure ready to release, some cruel force of nature made his optics flicker online, his spark thumping in his chest as the ceiling came into view.    He was back on the Ark. The small room that was shared between him and his newfound bonded surrounding him.    Swallowing hard, Megatron realised that he was short of breath, having panted from his dream. Primus, he was even covered in a sweat, condensation beaded against his chest. His dreams were often vivid, but many of them were nightmares, hands clawing at him, screams in his audios, or whispers of cruel promises. Tonight, it had been different, and his cable was still hard between his legs beneath his codpiece, just seconds away from erupting.

   “Are you alright?” Shockwave’s voice was soft between them as he lay beside Megatron. Though unlike his bondmate, the scientist was clean of any condensation, and was calm and collected. He’d only woken because Megatron had been shifting in his stasis so much. Generally speaking, this was not uncommon, though most nights it was due to his night terrors, the memories and the torture he’d suffered before and throughout the war.    Tonight, it appeared to be a completely different reason. He could see the heat glowing between Megatron’s thighs, which indicated his arousal. As his relatively new bondmate, he could also feel a certain rush of energy being so close to Megatron’s spark and EM field.

   Megatron had flinched despite the softness of Shockwave’s Tarnian accent. He took a deep breath, the glow of yellow drawing his optics to his partner. “Fine,” he muttered, though a sense of guilt began to weigh heavily in his chest.    He had dreamed of something that Shockwave could not do. He could not wrap his lips around his cable, for he lacked them. That was not something entirely strange for their people, as they came in all shapes and sizes, but it had been something that Megatron had found exciting many a time. He had to get used to the idea that it would never happen again for so long as he was bonded to Shockwave (which he hoped was until the end of time).    Sitting up, he pushed himself to the edge of the berth. He should not speak of it. He should not mention it when Shockwave had been nothing but loyal to him for so long. It would be a slap to his lover’s face, but it was hard to hide the fact that he had been aroused, and Shockwave had already seen it.    When a hand went to his shoulder, he felt himself frown. Shockwave was always so supportive that it hurt sometimes. In fact, it had made him downright angry at times. How could he remain so loyal to someone like him, even after the war? He was far from perfect. He’d been a mess once it had ended, not to mention the long recovery from his processor surgery. Shockwave was always there, like a loyal dog, and this was how he repaid him?    He was not good enough for the other mech. He was unworthy.

   “Forgive my intrusion, but you do not appear to be fine,” Shockwave spoke. It was true, that they had not been bonded for long, that they had completely and utterly rushed into something so serious, but their feelings spoke for themselves. Not just since the end of war, but before it also. Particularly on Shockwave’s side of things.    He had watched Megatron brood in the war meetings, he had watched him kill and torture, and many other things. He could tell when Megatron was fine or not, even if others thought he was an emotionless droid.  

   Megatron turned his head slightly, though he did not see Shockwave over his shoulder, his optics looking down before he placed his hand atop the other.    “My stasis haunts me, Shockwave, you know this. It is nothing new, and it will not be the last time.” That was for certain. “But, I…” He paused, his lips parting before he closed them again.

   A curious antenna twitched as Megatron stopped. He did not need to tell him, he never did. Shockwave didn’t expect the former warlord to tell him every, little detail of his past life. They had worked so long together, it was hard to imagine that either of them had lives before the war. They were different people back then (quite literally in Shockwave’s case, although he had not yet discovered that).    “Yes?” he asked as Megatron’s hand fell from his own.

   The sensation of his dream still lingered, still went unsatisfied, and it bothered him. It bothered Megatron that he was thinking of someone else, a femme, instead of the mech that shared his berth. Their berth.    “I am sorry,” he replied, turning part way on the berth so he could look Shockwave in the optic as he said it. “I dream of things I cannot control. Of those that… are not you. I wish that I could control it, but I cannot.” As a bonded pair, did that mean he was breaking some rule he did not understand? It wasn’t like he’d ever been bonded before, let alone held any real stable relationship. He may have shared the berth with a thousand and even more others, but it had always been pleasure and nothing more. Unless it was pain. Love? Megatron didn’t know what the hell love was. At least, not until he’d realised it had been staring him in the face for so damn long and he’d been to blinded by greed and corruption to see it.  

   Was that Megatron’s problem? Shockwave’s optic lowered a moment, just to see the faint glow that came from Megatron’s cod. His head tilted before he looked back to those two, fierce optics. There was a want in them, a desire, and Shockwave could tell.    “You need not apologise for dreams, Megatron,” he stated, like it was as simple as that. Was it not? He did not understand how Megatron could blame himself on something he could not control. None of them could. Dreams were entirely involuntary. That was just well known science.    When Megatron turned, he lowered his hand. “I have experienced my fair share.” Some of them had been wild, made little sense. Some of them had felt so real, like he had lived a completely different life to the one he knew. It was a normal thing, to dream. Some experienced more vivid ones, some none at all. Either way, no one could control them, not without a cortical psychic patch anyway, and even then, that was an entirely different thing.

   Of course Shockwave would say that. He had an answer for everything, annoyingly  so at times. How he envied Shockwave’s ability to just… let things go. To not care about things that could not be controlled. To see reality for what it was, and not what warped it thanks to trauma and deeply rooted emotions.    He brushed that aside. Things between them were still new, and they would be for some time. Two war veterans, falling in love with each other, none of them knowing what true love actually was. They would fumble, and fumble again, but the important thing was that they tried.    Leaning his hand up, he cupped Shockwave’s chin, a thumb moving across warm metal. Shockwave may not be able to take his cable in his mouth, but he could certainly finish what he dream had started.    “Touch me.” It was said with a passion, a demand more than any sort of beg. Megatron did not beg.

   Shockwave looked at the other mech, befuddled at the sudden command. He was still getting used to these requests, the idea that his hands could now trace against any part of Megatron without a fusion canon aimed at the back of his head.    But it begged the question. What sort of touching? Where was he supposed to touch him? The request made him hesitate, hoping that he would get it right. He moved forward, awkwardly, and placed his hand to Megatron’s chest, hoping that that would suffice.

   Megatron merely chuckled. “Lower, Shockwave.”

   Shockwave’s hand fell down to Megatron’s stomach, where he looked back up for confirmation. The look on his lover’s face said it was not low enough, and he realised what Megatron meant. Oh…    Shockwave could not use his lips on him, but his mate had two hands. Two hands that could envelop him, two hands that could make him feel loved and comforted, and pleasure and pain all at the same time.    Megatron retracted his casing, where his cable fell out, still semi-hard, and when Shockwave’s hand finally understood the order, he exhaled a breath at the sensation of finally being touched. He still could not accept the idea of anyone controlling him in the berth, but did Shockwave realise just how much control he really had? Did Shockwave realise what he could actually do to him? That he was one of the few that could have actually bested him in battle? Yet, he never chose to.  Megatron could have melted against him, yet he still gave the illusion that he was the one in control. Always. He would never surrender.

   Watching Megatron, Shockwave felt his own body react at the feeling of his lover’s hardened cable inside his palm. It was not often he found himself so easily aroused, but there was something about Megatron that made it impossible to ignore.

   Leaning forward, Megatron pressed his helm to Shockwave’s, their fields touching. He should not be rewarded like this, he knew, but he also did not care anymore. Shockwave was close, and he was there, with him, his hand working him over enough for him to put that into the very back of his mind.    He tensed at the pleasure as it built, feeling lubricant dribble from the head of his arousal. Shockwave used it to ease any friction, causing him to twitch, already overly sensitive from his unfinished dream.    With optics dimming, he moved his own hand towards Shockwave’s thigh, tracing over pale metal. “Why don’t you open up for me?” he teased, moving so he could press his lips to Shockwave’s neck, kissing at the exposed wires. He wanted to bite him, to sink his fangs into the soft, fleshy wiring and taste him, but not now. Not tonight. It was too soon, and he did not wish to scare his lover away.

   If only Megatron knew, though. If only he knew how much Shockwave wanted that. Still, the former Guardian of Cybertron did not hesitate to follow Megatron’s command, his own codpiece retracting and exposing his own erect cable.    When Megatron’s hand wrapped itself around him, he tensed, wings flaring and antennae flicking back. He was suddenly on his back as the larger mech moved over him. His hand lost the hardened length of Megatron’s shaft, grasping onto any part of his mate he could as he was so easily manoeuvred.  

   “That’s it, just relax,” Megatron urged. Control was hard to give up, it seemed, or maybe it was the idea and image of Shockwave beneath him, squirming like that. So much raw emotion when he was there, like he’d never seen before. He liked it. He liked it a lot. “Does it feel good?” he spoke softly in Tarnian just for the other mech as he wrapped his hand around both of their cables, rubbing them together.

   Shockwave made a soft noise from his vocaliser, surprised when Megatron spoke to him in his home tongue. He’d not forgotten that Megatron could speak it, it was just not something he’d done in a long, long time. It felt personal. Intimate.    Megatron had never perfected other languages like he had. There was a certain twang in the accent that was certainly not from Tarn, but that did not matter. Often, Megatron had used Soundwave to help translate other languages, until he’d invented an internal programme which helped Megatron along his travels. ”Yes,” he replied in his mother tongue, his servos clawing at Megatron’s back now. He moaned when he felt lips at his neck again, down his shoulder and over his chest, where his spark was.    “I want you,” he whimpered back in the common tongue. “My Liege, I beg you.” Yes, it felt so natural for him to beg like that beneath the larger mech.

   It was that easy. It was that easy to rile Shockwave up, even if it had been him to wake from an erotic dream. So eager to please, so eager for him. That settled some worries within Megatron’s own spark as his hand continued to pump up both their lengths. Shockwave was considerably smaller than him, but that made no difference to him. He’d come to enjoy his lover’s body, despite never having thought much about other mechs outside of pure, physical gain.    Leaning back, he abandoned their cables, but it was only so he could pull Shockwave’s legs around him and guide his cable into his lover’s already damp aft. It slipped in with an ease that only told him how excited Shockwave was, hearing him moan as he was swallowed.    Leaning back down, his hands hit the berth, servos clawing at it as he rocked his hips back and forth.    “You taste so sweet,” he whispered against Shockwave’s neck, kissing and suckling at metal and wires.    Between Shockwave’s moans and what lingered from his dream, it did not take long for him to overload, nor Shockwave. Soon, the two of them were tangled limbs, servos scratching at painted armour and gripping at any surface they could.    He soon felt the heat of his overload spill into Shockwave beneath him, as well as Shockwave’s overload that created a slick mess between them.    With cooling fans whirring, Shockwave’s hands fell from Megatron’s back, having gripped onto his tracks for dear life. His legs fell, vents huffing air from his throat to try and cool his poor body down.    When he felt Megatron exit him, he tensed, a soft moan vibrating down his chest as he felt lubricant dribble down between his legs and no doubt onto the berth.    Idly, he lifted a hand, where he cupped Megatron’s cheek, warm from their lovemaking. There was something tender in those optics, something that was shared only between the two of them that no one else had the privilege of seeing.  

   Megatron found himself uncharacteristically leaning into the touch of his mate. He was not used to gentle gestures and touches like that. He didn’t realise how much he needed them. How good they actually felt, and yet how vulnerable he became at the same time.    “Hm… we have made a mess,” he muttered, looking down to see Shockwave’s overload against the both of them. Anything to gain control again. To not feel so weak at such a simple thing like Shockwave’s servos at his metal skin. Primus, when did he become so fucking desperate? Or had he always been this way? All the hate and anger, shadowing his pain and need.

   Shockwave looked down. “It appears so…” They would need to clean themselves up, and the berth by this point.

   “No matter,” the former warlord hummed, a smirk at his lips, “It was well worth it.”

#My art #My fics #My AU #MegaShock #// This was originally written in 2010 though I'm doing a MASSIVE overhaul of my long fic series and all the ficlets that tie in #This was legit just a little PWP but also I don't expect anyone who hasn't read my series to understand wtf is happening if you do end up #reading this lol #Let me tell you how much the start of this series sucks balls because it was a diff time and I was so young also it was over 10 years ago l #But I can say wholeheartedly that I am so happy with the rewrite and how it's going <3 #I've come a very long way as a writer no thanks to this series and I'm still proud of it even if there was so much cringe XD #ANYWAY I'm rambling because posting this here is making me nervous hahaha

[age-of-moonknight]

“Memory of a Killer,” Moon Knight: City of the Dead (Vol. 1/2023), #1.

Writer: David Pepose; Penciler: Marcelo Ferreira; Inker: Jay Leisten; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

#Marvel #Marvel comics #Marvel 616 #Moon Knight: City of the Dead #Moon Knight comics #latest release #let's get this bread #Moon Knight #Marc Spector #not me going on all last week about how this issue wasn’t coming out until next month #as if anyone needed more proof than me completely overlooking how the target from that issue was a part of the Cobra Project #and jumping straight to Bay of Pigs (???) for the meaning behind the mission’s codename as to why one shouldn’t trust what random people #say on the internet hahaha #thanks morbidmort-blog for the insight by the way #anyway at one point during this issue I caught myself thinking ‘idk the writing in some parts is kind of overwrought :///’ #but then I reminded myself ‘[REDACTED] you are reading a Comic Book not more Dostoevsky’ #and then I found myself having a lot more fun #sure yeah it can perhaps be a little cheesy a little corny #but I’ll take it as a bit of a fun throwback to #like #bronze age comics because there are a lot of fun references to old Moon Knight comics here too #essentially a lot of what I do is über serious so the moment I start taking comics TOO seriously it’s all over hahaha #finally hi Ms. Rosenberg #her coloring work continues to be just absolutely sublime #also always a fan of Mr. Reis’ covers

[waterfallofspace]

Whenever you get to season 4 of b/sd, I would literally kill for a prompt involving numbers 47, 32, and 34 for mushitarou/ango pairing.

(as usual, thank you for the ask!!) I have gotten there, and OH BOY was I excited to fill this one hehehe~~

I will caution, I've only watched it once, and that was yesterday, so I'm not certain I have their voices/dynamics down perfectly, but I gave it a shot!! Hopefully you'll still be able to enjoy it <3

3.1k words (oops- haha~) prompts 47, 32, and 34, story under cut!

32. “Are you sick?” 34. “I don’t care if you’re sick. I’m not leaving.” 47. Hiding sneezes 

(References to swearing, a bit of severe coughing, and implications of contagion [minimal but there], just in case anyone doesn't like any of those!)

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Ango had called the meeting a few days ago, and Mushitarou had agreed. There was no reason not to, he knew Ango wanted to discuss plans with him, and he had ideas to share. There was no reason not to… until it was too late. He woke up an hour before he had to leave with a miserable cold that had, as usual for him, chosen the worst possible moment to announce itself.

This is how he finds himself standing just down the hall from Ango’s office, having ducked into an empty room. Mushitarou pushes the door shut behind him, bringing a hand up to scrub at his irritated nose. ‘Of course today of all days I get sick. It would never be on a day when I have nothing to do, no no, it has to be when I have a meeting. And a meeting with him of all people.’

“gehhHh-! Damn it!” 

His hand swipes at his nose again, letting his eyes unfocus as he stares up at the ceiling. ‘Come on… just come out so I can go in, I don’t want to be late. He’s gonna be so mad if I’m late… I can’t embarrass myself like that, I want him to thin- to know I’m a professional.’ The tickle dances along his sinuses, tormenting him as it crawls at a steadily slow pace. 

Sneezes for him always seem to take forever to build, but once they do, they release in a dramatic fit he’s never been able to control. Which is why he’s standing in an empty office waiting for his nose to have a bit of relief while he still has a touch of privacy.

“huHhh…. hihh… hiH-! F- finally- kATSHh’diew-! hEhh-! C- come on… hAhh-! heH- AITCH’iue-! hADTchhew-! hh- dATZshhiew-! haiZSHh’diew-! hehh- eh’kAShhew-!” 

The fit finally over, ‘For now…’ he opens the door, giving his nose one final squeeze as he knocks on Ango’s office, collecting himself with a quick hand through his hair as the voice sounds from inside.

“It’s unlocked, Mushitarou.” 

“It’s still eerie how you do that, Ango.”

“It’s quite simple, really. You’re my only appointment today, and you’re exactly on time. Wasn’t hard to figure out who it must be.” 

Ango’s eyes are hidden as his glasses tilt up, the light catching them at an angle he seems able to find anywhere. He gestures to a chair across the desk from him, Mushitarou taking a seat with a tight nod, hand raising to brush his throat before he can process the movement.

‘I’m blown! He had to have seen that, he knows I’m sick now and he’s gonna kick me out and yell at me for coming in anyways and-!’ He casts a nervous glance at Ango, but the lack of reaction calms his mind immediately. ‘Hah! I’m a master of disguise. He can’t notice anything wrong, such a trained member of the government and I’ve completely fooled him!’ 

“If at all possible, may we save the pleasantries for after? I think it best we get right down to business. There’s much to discuss, after all.” 

“Sounds exce- hH- excellent to me.”

“Everything alright, Mushitarou?”

“Y- yes. Of course it is! Why would anything be wrong?”

Mushitarou pauses, arms still extended upwards as he surveys Ango’s face for any expression that indicates he’s been caught. None comes, Ango simply pushing his glasses up, and continuing on. Try as he might, Mushitarou can’t seem to focus on what’s being said. Instead, his attention is drawn back to his rapidly increasing symptoms as a cough starts to bubble up in his chest.

“-and so I don’t want to use our abilities, if at all possible. I’d rather not give the enemy a chance to fool us with manipulative tactics or frame us as criminals. Instead, if we- are you listening?”

“Wh-hh-at?”

“To the briefing. Are you listening?”

“Yeah, yeah. Something about abilities, something about manipulation. We still haven’t gotten to the part where you ask me for my help. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? If yo-heh-! you don’t need abilities, what skill exactly are you asking of m- hAh- me? If you want detective work, shouldn’t you go to Poe, or Ranpo?” 

‘Shit- this is bad, this is really bad. I don’t think I can hold it off much longer. Why did I come in!? I should be at home dying in peace instead of sitting here trying to assist on a pointless case! But... he asked me to come...’ Mushitarou’s thoughts swell, his fingers flexing against his side as he fights the urge to scrub at his nose again.

“I don’t want just any detective work, I want you. My need isn’t for someone who can just solve a crime, I need someone with cunning. Someone like you.” 

“W- well, then I suppose I’ll cooperate. C- geH-! could be fun, after ahhll.” 

“Don’t get the wrong idea. This is a job, I’ll expect you to do your best.”

“I’m offended at the suggestion! I always give my best. You would do well to remember that.” 

Ango offers a vague expression, before continuing with the briefing. Mushitarou’s focus once again pulled to the itch crawling through his nose, building in intensity as the seconds seem to drag on. ‘I- I need to sneeze… I ca- hehh- can’t keep this up… m- maybe I can stifle them, but first I n- eH! Need a distraction… so I can pr- heH! practice…’

“D- hehh! Do you happen to hhahhave any tea? If we’re going to be wo- work… haH-! Working together, I’ll require a certain level of amenities to be provided.”

“Very well. The supplies to prepare tea are in the other room, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll get something started.”

“Thhhank you.” 

The second Ango’s footsteps start to fade, Mushitarou brings the back of his hand up to his nose once more. The damp feeling as he rubs it nearly sends him over the edge, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.

“O- okay… let’s see i- hehh… if I ca- can… heHh-! hH’ANGZShhiew-! D- damn it… hhaah… okay another try…. eH’DNNGA’shhiew-!”

His nose trembles at the attempts, fingers pinching it shut as he tries to keep the attack at bay. Another hitch brings his eyes crashing shut, tears starting to flow down his cheeks at the force of the itch. 

“hh’GNZSHHh’diew-! Closer, I think… A- another’s coming… hehh’INDGT’chuh-! Oh, I did it! B- but oh s- shit… it tihhhckles…!” 

Mushitarou’s eyes dart back to the door as Ango’s footsteps start to draw near. ‘Damn it… I st- still have… have to…. hehh! I did manage to st- heH! Stifle but it… ihhht…. Made the tickle so much wo- worse…. hahH!’ The door creaks open as Ango steps inside, tray of tea in his arms. Attempting nonchalance, Mushitarou reluctantly lets his hands fall back to his side. 

“I went with Sencha, I hope that’s alright.”

“Y- guh… heHh-! Yes, that’s f- fine.” 

“Are you alri-”

“huH’GNT’chh-! eH’KGNDT-!”

“Oh, I se-”

“hh’DNXT’shh-! hahh-! Ihh…. hh- eh’dNZEShh’diew-! hAhh… I- I can’t… I ne- heHhh-! Need to- haH’AITCH’diew-! hah’AIZSHh’ieew-! E- excuse me.”

“Blessings. Sorry- that’s a habit I picked up from Dazai. Haven’t been able to shake it.”

“Quite alright…”

A slight flush starts to fight its way onto Mushitarou’s face, so he reaches for the tea to distract himself. ‘I had wanted to suppress them entirely but I underestimated how much it would increase the itch. I’ll be prepared next time.’ Taking a sip he allows the warm liquid to soothe his aching throat.

“Shall we get back to business? I mean, if you’re-”

“I’m fine. Yes, we should. You were telling me what you require me to do?”

“Correct. The first step is-” 

Setting Ango’s voice to background noise, Mushitarou attempts to keep his breathing even. The tea had felt wonderful against his throat, however the steam had spread down into his chest, sparking the cough he’d been hoping to avoid. ‘A few sneezes can be overlooked, but if I start coughing he’s gonna figure me out for sure!’ 

Unfortunately the choice is made for him, a hitch catching on his breath as his nose decides to get back in on the action. He’s able to hold the sneeze off, but the sudden breath triggers the bout of coughing. Leaning into his arm, he barely manages to set his tea down in time, Ango pausing his planning to offer a concerned glance.

“Oh- are you alright?”

Mushitarou attempts to respond, but each word gets cut off by another cough spilling out. After what feels like hours, but was most likely just a minute or so, he manages to get control back over his spasming lungs. ‘Rotten body, betraying me like this, and in front of… him… of all people!’

“The tea simply went down the wrong pipe, that’s all.” 

“If you say so.”

“I do! S- say so, I mean. I do say so. Yes.”

A ghost of a smile flickers across Ango’s face before his stern expression studies once more. Mushitarou takes the opportunity to bring the cup of tea back to his throat, letting his hand brush against his nose in a desperate attempt to alleviate the growing tickle.

“So let’s get down to the heart of the matter. I need you to prove that our agent is being framed. I hesitate to go to Ranpo for a variety of reasons. However, all you need to know is I would prefer you, should you be available.” 

“I d- do believe I am. Though, we should di- heHh… discuss compensation.”

“Of course. What do you have in mind?”

“Well. My services are quite v- valuable… hAHh… E- excuse me I fear- f- fear I… heHh-! I may... hh’gNXDT-! heHh- eh’dNTZ’diew-! hAH-! hh- guh’AITZShh’diew-! eNGTSHhew-!”

“Blessings.” 

“hhH- AiTCHH’iew-! eZShhjuu-! heh’dATCHh’diew-!”

“And again.” 

His hand still pressed against his nose, Mushitarou risks a sniffle, paling slightly at the wet quality of it. ‘Gotta be careful not to irritate my sinuses further. I can’t risk another fit, he’ll definitely be onto me after three. B- but… it already tickles again… Curse this insatiable itch!’ With a wave of his hand, Mushitarou attempts to continue the previous conversation, guiding the topic away from the attack.

“Thank you. As I was saying, my services are quite valuable. I am uniquely situated to provide them, no one else matches my intellectual ability in this area.”

“Are you sick, Mushitarou?”

“What?”

“It’s a simple question, really. Are you ill?”

“No! Of course I’m not sick. You really think I’d fall prey to such things as illness?! I’m a master of my craft, a detective slayer, I’m not taken down by such… such weaknesses!”

Ango’s expression darkens, Mushitarou feeling the colour drain from his face at the sight. Sweat starts to form at his brow, not entirely from the fever he’s finding harder to ignore with each passing moment. ‘He’s angry… he’s seen through me… Damn it, how could I be so stupid? Of course he wouldn’t fall for my lies, he’s always known how to see through-’ 

“Who said that it was weak.”

“H- huh?” 

“You said you weren’t taken down by such ‘weaknesses’. It’s an interesting word to use, ‘weakness’. I don’t think it came from you. So I’ll ask again, who told you that it was weak to be sick?”

“Why does it matter?” 

Mushitarou’s voice is quieter, the hoarse nature starting to seep into his speech. His eyes have dulled with fever, a cough starting to pour from his mouth as Ango’s face twists into a grimace. ‘I guess my cover’s blown, no point in hiding the symptoms now. I’ve already failed.’

“Because you matter.”

The statement freezes him in his tracks, Ango’s office snapping back into focus as his eyes widen. The cough continues to burst from his lungs as they relentlessly try to free themselves from the irritation. Before he can gather what’s happening, Ango’s hand is rubbing short circles on his back.

“I- I hhhaahh… Have to-”

“It’s alright, Mushitarou. Go ahead.”

“heHh-! eh’GNXT-!”

“You’re only going to hurt yourself doing that.”

“hAH’INDT’diew-!”

“On top of that, it only seems to make you sneeze more. That can’t be helpful.”

Mushitarou only manages a slight nod before the itch swells once more, little gasps dropping from his lips as it torments him. Before he knows what’s happening, something soft is pressed into his hands. He manages to pry open his eyes long enough to recognize the tissues, bringing them to his nose as another gasp breaks through. 

“hih- enZSHHH’diew-! hah’AITZdjuu-! hehh… hiHH-! ih’hADTSHh’iew-! iNSHHEW-! dAZSHH’kiew-!”

“Blessings.”

Before he can process all that’s just happened, Mushitarou feels a touch against his face, jumping at the contact. He quickly calms down though, a cool sensation rushing through his head. With a moan falling from his lips, he leans into the touch. It takes him a beat to process that Ango’s hand is currently pressed to his forehead. Once he does, however, he finds his eyes scanning over to the man, noticing the concern flash across his face.

“Quite the fever you have there for someone who’s ‘not sick’.”

“I… uh…”

“You lied to me.” 

Their eyes never part, Ango’s expression calm yet stern, causing a pain to start to flood through Mushitarou’s heart. ‘I messed up… he knows… and worse, he knows I lied to him… why did I lie to him…’ Tears pool in his eyes, Mushitarou frantically attempting to blink them away, a nervous fluttering beginning in his chest. The same nervousness is mirrored through Ango’s eyes as he watches, hand never leaving the ill man’s back.

“P- please don’t go…” 

It’s strangled, and leaves Mushitarou coughing, ducking into his lap with the rattling noises. As one particularly rough batch leaves him unable to catch his breath, he kneels on the floor, head nearly touching the ground in an attempt to suck in some air. A firm hand grips his arm, another lightly tapping his back through the fit, until finally he manages to get in a solid breath. 

Mushitarou manages to lift his gaze back to Ango, noticing the way he tilts his glasses so the worry in his eyes is plain to see. Ango’s hand continues running circles across his back, despite the coughing having ended.

“I don’t care if you’re sick, I’m not leaving. Okay? I’m not leaving you.” 

“You’re…”

“Not leaving.” 

Tears start to fall down Mushitarou’s cheeks once more, this time having nothing to do with his illness. ‘Ango’s all I have. I never thought I’d have anyone… not again… not after… I just- I just thought I didn’t have anyone. But I have him… he’s all I have. I have him, and… he’s not leaving me.’ The strong hands grip his arms once more, Ango helping him to his feet, then pointing him towards the corner of the room.

“There’s a couch in here, please help yourself to it. It’s not much, but you’ll be able to rest while I prepare for us to return home. I just need to grab a few documents to work on.”

“H- home..?”

“Yes. I’m taking you home with me. I can properly care for you there in ways I couldn’t if you went back to your own place or we stayed here.”

“hEhh-! aITZSHh’diew-! ehh… hih- eh’dATCHH’iew-! enGZSHJ’uu-! huhh… heehhh- hH’kETchh’diew-!”

“Blessings.”  

Sinking into the couch, Mushitarou finds his hand still gripping Ango’s arm. ‘He’s not leaving me. He won’t leave,’ repeats in his mind, playing on a loop as Ango lets his fingers brush against his forehead once more.

“I need to grab some paperwork, but I’ll come back. I’ll be right over there at the desk, you’ll be able to see me the whole time.” 

A small smile crosses Ango’s face, a warmth that Mushitarou decides suits him perfectly. ‘He doesn’t smile enough… he should smile more. That kindness… it fits his heart. He should wear it more often.’ Ango gently pulls out of his grasp, grabbing the files, careful to stay in his line of sight like promised. Once Ango’s gathered what he needs, Mushitarou finds himself being gently helped to his feet.

“I care about you a great deal, Mushitarou. I won’t leave you alone. Especially not when you’re ill.” 

Letting himself lean into Ango’s embrace, Mushitarou replays the words in his mind again. 

‘I’m not leaving you. I won’t leave you alone.’ 

~~~ Time Jump: 5 Days ~~~ 

“nGT’chh-! eh’NXT-! gehNDT’choo-!”

“I’m so sorry Ango, I didn’t mean to get you sick-”

“dNT’chh-! heh’inGT’shh-!”

“I mean- I did tell you I was contagious, and you did make me stay over anywa-” 

Ango glances up at him from underneath the pile of tissues, eyebrow raising behind his glasses.

“Make you? eh’GNT’choo-!” 

Mushitarou blushes, waving his hands in the air as he attempts to continue his sentence.

“Anyways-! My point is, it’s really it’s not my fau-”

“Mushitarou. It’s alright. hH’KNGt-! Excuse me. I knew the risks when I signed on to take care of you.” 

“Well, now it’s my turn to take care of you! Oh- I know! I’ll make you some tea and soup!”

A smile slips over Ango’s features, quickly replaced by a grimace as he recalls the last ‘food’ Mushitarou had attempted to make. Nearly burning down the entire building. With a pot of rice. 

“I don’t know if I trust your cooking enough for that…” 

Huffing, Mushitarou starts to retort, stopping himself as Ango turns away to lightly sniffle. Mushitarou watches as his nose twitches a few times before he switches from sniffling to rubbing the tip. After about a minute of this, a frantic look flashes across his face as he grabs a tissue and holds it against his nose, eyes unfocused. 

 “Are you gonna sn-”

“hH’INGT’choo-! ah’gnT’choo-! dnXT’choo-!”

“Bless you.”

“Western blessings?”

“I- I picked it up somewhere and it just stuck. Same as you I guess. D- do you mind..?”

A faint blush creeps it’s way against Ango’s cheeks as he buries his nose back into the tissue for a blow, before tilting his glasses at that perfect angle so Mushitarou can no longer see his eyes.

“N- no. It’s quite alright. eH’KNT’choo-! eNXT’choo-!”

“Well then, bless you again, Ango~.” 

“Thank you, Mushitarou. hH’iNGT’choo-! ndGT’choo-!”

They share a smile as another box of tissues is handed over, Mushtarou heading off to the kitchen to attempt some tea as Ango remains on the bed. Neither of them know what this is, or what it could be. Nor do they know what they want it to be. But they do know one thing:

They’re not leaving the other alone.

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you for ALL the amazing asks poni!! #you are simply the best i hope you know that~~ #hopefully anyone who reads this enjoys #i had a great time writing these guys #ive only just met m/ushi but i ADORE him- and ive had love for a/ngo for awhile #this has got me deeply wanting to write more a/ngo content hahaha~~ miiiight just give into the urge- we'll see~~ #but anyways thank you for the request and i hope its enjoyable for you!! #b/sd #a/ngo #m/ushitarou #snz #snzkink

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#vent.txt #I kinda feel really weird about like not writing fic #yk I obviously know there’s more to my life than writing fic and I can do it whenever #but I’m just amazed ppl follow me without me doing that yk? #idk weird feelings but it’s just like it felt like that was the main reason ppl followed me and yet they’re still #here #and I’m amazed and thankful and shocked all at once #idk it’s not like I’m tying my fics to my worth as a person or anything. nothing like that #it’s just like when ppl kept asking me about my fics I figured that’s all they wanted for a bit #like I myself didn’t really matter they just wanted to know why my fics aren’t available rn #and if ppl unfollow that’s none of my business obviously but it made those tiny thoughts pop out to me #so when you guys are kind to me and stuff and or send an ask in my inbox I’m genuinely shocked and happy that you came to talk to me yk? #this is how I end up seeing asks in my inbox a lot #so if you ever think ‘she’s awfully happy about an ask’ that’s why #anyways I just realized that I do miss writing fic but idk it feels like I’m just here yk? and I’m okay with being here and talking to fren #for right now that’s more than enough for my blog #if you made it to the end of this ty for reading? hahaha I’m just venting a bunch