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wanderingxiao · 1 year

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-Ownership-

Summary: After destroying a delusion factory, the balladeer finds you, and makes you his... pet?!

Pairing: Fatui! Scaramouche x Female Reader

First time ever writing Scaramouche, so please excuse if he sounds a bit OOC.

Warnings: abuse, torture, degradation, and foul language

Word Count: 3.4K

Enjoy!

Another harsh kick came to your abdomen as you hit the muddy ground harshly. Your lunch came out quickly as the partially digested food splattered to the ground beside you and trailed down your mouth. Your body ached and tingled with pain as tears endless began to flow from your swollen eyes. A hideously sadistic laugh came from in front of you, the sound almost being swallowed by the thunderstorms approaching quickly. Your eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to meet the bright clashes of purple of his eyes just like the glow of lightening. Despite not even meeting his gaze, you could feel the way his eyes bore into the back of your head.

“Awe hah… too beaten down and scared to even look me in the eyes.” A harsh grip was applied to your hair, and you were jerked up hard, enough to cause a shock of pain to shoot up your neck and down your back. Your head throbbed harshly as your blurry vision attempted to focus on the monster’s pale complexion. All you could really make out was the crescent shape of a terrifying smile and the psychotic glow of his eyes out of amusement. “Hey, I’m speaking to you. Or have I already beat the manners out of a disrespectful pathetic worm like you?” His words were sharp and precise, never missing a shot towards your heart or your brain for that matter. With the remaining strength you had left, you mustered enough salvia to spit into his face, a mixture of blood, saliva, and vomit slowly going down his left cheek. His face morphed into one of pure loathing and he knocked you out just like that.

How did you end up in this situation?

Well… long story short… you invaded a Fatui camp and destroyed a delusion factory.

Everything was going smoothly until the sixth of the eleven harbingers caught you in his puppet strings, beating you into submission and ultimately to the point of unconsciousness. You had some nerve standing up to Lord Scaramouche. He could have easily killed you, but he didn’t want to waste his breath on something as pathetic as a lowly human lesser than insects. He silently admired your courage to stand your ground against him and his terrifying power. Nothing interesting was happening currently in the Fatui, so why not take on a little pet to begin training? The thought alone made his lips curl with a familiar bubbling feeling emerge from his stomach.

Excitement.

“Rise and shine, my little pet!”

Your eyes slowly opened seeing a dim light above you, ears ringing, body numb and screaming in pain. Every breath felt like pain the moment you regained any consciousness and could feel every nerve in your body speak alive. “Ugh!” You groaned in pain raising your shaky arms to your head as you held it in severe pain. The distant and fuzzy sound of footsteps alerted you of someone’s approach. A rather short man came into your view, the large hat on his head confusing your eyes due to their swollen appearance. “Hey now, that’s no way to great your master now is it? Get up.” His words fell upon deaf ears as the pain overtook your consciousness, unable to focus on anything else by the pain in your abdomen, the throbbing of your head and the stinging on your skin. “Hurts… hurts s-so bad… c-can’t…”

“That sounds like a problem that does not concern me. Now get up before I punish you again.” Your words caught in your throat struggling to comprehend everything. The look on Scaramouche’s face was beginning to twist from excited to that of annoyance and irritability. “Now, now, Scaramouche. This is no way to take care of your things now, is it?” A man had entered the room, a dark beaked mask hanging from his face with bright blue hair. He was taller, and somehow more intimidating than the smaller man you now could call Scaramouche. “Your input is not needed or wanted, Dottore. I suggest you not stick your nose into my personal affairs or lay your hands on things that are mine.”

“Yours? Awe how romantic of you, Scaramouche.” Dottore smoothly teased him and ran his midnight gloved hands up your arm, sending a ripple of trembles up your entire body. Scaramouche growled and narrowed his eyes at him, crossing his arms as he observed The Doctor access your current condition. Despite his anger of others touching his newly acquired pet, he knew you needed to be tended to. “What has you so enthralled by a human? Her body physique is flimsy and weak, her appearance is mediocre at best despite your cold-hearted abuse. Hmm, Scaramouche?” The other harbinger hesitated briefly as he turned his gaze down towards your shallow breaths and gasps of pain. He smirked, “Her resolve is strong. She gazed upon me as if I was the most disgusting thing, she had ever laid eyes on. I want to personally break her and watch that resolve crumble and burn all by my doing.”

Dottore could only grin and him in response. He reached in and rustled around his coat before pulling out a shot full of pink liquid. He squirted it to check the pressure and ensure the syringe was secure before sticking it into your neck. Scaramouche gripped his arms as he watched The Doctor force an unknown substance into your body. His purple eyes watched as your body instantly relaxed, and your breathing slowed. “There. Consider that a gift from me as a congratulations on acquiring a new pet. Don’t break her in too harshly now Scaramouche… next time, I’ll make sure you pay me.” With that, the blue haired harbinger exited the small room the puppet had kept you in. His teeth gnashed together as he glared holes into your figure. “Hmph. Touching my things without my permission will not go overlooked.”

He huffed. “I’ll make sure you’re only played with by me.”

Your recovery from Scaramouche’s harsh assault took weeks to get over, or at least get to the point where you didn’t feel like you were about to die every waking second. He came by your bedside every day to check on your condition. The guards stationed outside the door were instructed not to enter the room or even glance in your direction, or “Lord” Scaramouche would punish them. He was strangely patient and quiet during your short interactions with him. The first day, once you were numbed up with drugs, he asked you questions about who you worked for and why you destroyed their factory. Your answers were the same every time he asked. “Burn in hell,” “Fuck you,” or “I’d rather die that speak to you.”

He was patient and didn’t spit any harsh insults at you or attempt to hurt you. He only asked you questions or occasionally brought you food, most being extremely bitter. His expression remedied stoic and emotionless during his meetings with you, until these expressions started to evolve. When you refused to answer and threw a bottle at him, he knew you were feeling better and decided to start and insult you. “Hah! Trying to throw a bottle at the guy who put you in here. That doesn’t seem very smart don’t you think?” His hand harshly slapped onto your thigh and squeezed harshly, digging his nails into your still delicate skin. You jerked up and clenched your jaw in pain, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing pain from your voice. “I’ve been patient enough with your pathetic responses, but now my patience is running thin, and when pets misbehave, they need to be taught a lesson.”

And there started your lessons from Lord Scaramouche as his personal little pet.

A black leather collar with the electro symbol adorned your neck, indicating that you strictly belonged to the Sixth Fatui harbinger. Of course, you never left his side for even a second unless he was taking trips to the abyss. He forced you to wear a tight long-sleeved shirt with a round cut up on your chest and upper cleavage with black matching tights with red outlines. All of it matched him and his aesthetics, flaunting his ownership over you wherever he went. Bruises littered your once smooth and delicate skin, black and blue with a nice purple hue peeking out. You had learned to behave for the most part, attempting to get the lesser of evils out of your new owner. However, your mind stayed resilient and strong, detesting the Inazuman man with all your being. Not even a peep of information squeezed past your lips. It was harder to break you than he thought.

“Hah… this stupid boring paperwork is never ending. These reports from the abyss are useless anyways.” Scaramouche sighed and rubbed his temples irritated at the current situation. His large hat laid elegantly against the wall behind him, thin grey fabric gently resting against the hard walls of his room. You were sat next to him on the floor, where you belonged according to your master. Your fingers were playing with the collar wrapped tightly around your neck, giving you no room for mistakes or else it would clamp down and shut off all oxygen pathways to your precious lungs. A soft pressure was placed onto your head, causing you to flinch harshly until you realized Scaramouche was only trying to pet you. “Why so jumpy? You’ve been a good girl for me recently. Is it not okay that I reward my pet for being so good and obedient?”

“No, sir. I’m sorry. It just startled me a bit.” He only hummed in response and patted his lap lightly as he slid away from his desk. Your face soured immediately, but you reluctantly got up and sat in his lap, cheeks tinting a flush pink realizing your chest was right in his face. He paid no attention to your bashful expression and rested his head against your shoulder lightly, his cheek pressing against your boobs, silently enjoying the soft comfort they brought him. You remained silent during his short break from his paperwork, until he spoke an order. “…stroke my hair… please.” Your fingers twitched slightly in your lap at his hesitating order. You had never heard him sound so… gentle before. You rose your fingers and gently raked them through his dark indigo colored hair. A heavy sigh passed his lips as he sunk deeper into your touch. “I’m going to the abyss. You’ll be by yourself for a while. I expect to be greeted exactly like this. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.” He scoffed lightly, shifting in his chair to hug your body closer towards his, slightly picking you up to pull you closer. His face snuggled against the swell of your breasts, and he squeezed you tighter to him. “Don’t make any idiotic attempts at escape. If I find out… you’re dead.” A harsh smack came to your butt, causing you to gasp and snap your head to look down at him, hands flying up and away from stroking his hair. This caused him to send a terrifyingly cold glare at you. “Did I order you to stop?” You shook your head quickly, mumbling an apology before quickly going back to stroking his hair. He huffed and elected just to continue resting on your chest until he could finally go back to work.

The next day, Scaramouche left for the abyss, promising to bring you back something special for being a good and obedient pet.

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be there to see it.

“I’m back.” Scaramouche kicked the door to his office open, tired, and annoyed from his trip to the abyss instead of staying beside his new pet. He hated to admit it, but you brought him comfort. You were something to call his, something he didn’t realize he had longed for. At first, all he wanted was to break you down and toss you away or better yet kill you. Either would’ve been fine with him, but you still offered resistance and hatred towards him yet obeyed and comforted him when he told you to. It felt real to him. He had unexpectedly brought back some Inazuman flowers for you, Dendrobium. A nice gift that could break your walls and let him consume your world. All he was met with was silence. Panic overtook him as the flowers crashed to the floor. “Hey… what the hell is going on? Didn’t I tell you to come greet me when I got back?!”

No answer.

His frantic footsteps searched around the room for you, thinking you could be hiding or something. Nothing. He could feel his stomach turning repeatedly making him feel nauseous. His hands trembled in disbelief, panic, and most of all betrayal. He should’ve never trusted you to be good and remain beside him. You hated him after all. His eyes suddenly landed in the black collar he had locked around you, cut off by force. There was no way you had the strength to pull that off yourself and break it. It was imbedded with powerful energy that would shock you if you ever attempted to take it off. Someone else took it off. The only person smart enough to be able to take it off you was the same man that had touched his belongings before.

Dottore.

Scaramouche jerked around and sped down the halls of the Fatui base. The sound of his heels harshly stomping to the ground was the only thing he could heart despite his heavy panting as he turned another corner. The anxiety once fueling him was replaced by pure rage as he spammed The Doctor’s lab room open. His world came crashing down once he saw your limp body on a shining metal table, your eyes were lifeless and cold. The masked man smiled as he flicked a vile of pink liquid, one of the same hue he injected you with when you first met. Multiple tubes and cables were attached to your body, your once vibrant skin full in color. His fists shook violently against his sides as he started to scream.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY PROPERTY?!?!?!” His loud and booming voice bounced off the walls and crashed down onto your ears, making your eyes slowly open and recognize a blob of black, red, and purple. The Doctor only chuckled in response to his lessor’s sudden outburst of pure hatred. “Come now, Scaramouche. You were being too gentle with your methods of obtaining information. So instead, I did it for you.” He walked around you, your shaky hands slowly outstretching towards Scaramouche in a plea to help save you. His eyes flashed with pain as he saw you desperately trying to reach out to him. “Name: (Y/N) (L/N). Occupation: visionless adventurer. Family: all killed by the Fatui when she was just a child. Goals: destroy the Fatui. Oh! And look at this… she knows our famous little traveler we’ve been looking for. Such valuable information, hmm Scaramouche? No wonder she was so unwilling to give it to you.”

His teeth grit tightly, eyes narrowing as he approached threateningly. “You have what you want, now give her back.” Dottore looked down at you, your shaky hands still reaching out for Scaramouche. He smirked and took your hand into his as he studied it well. “D’awe… look how well you’ve training her though. Obedient to you, with so much hatred in her heart for you. And here she is, still reaching out for you.” Scaramouche was now getting impatient as he summoned a blade and gripped it tightly. “I won’t ask again. Give her back to me.” Dottore rose his hands in defeat, seeing it pointless to fight with one of his fellow harbingers. He unlocked your arms and legs and harshly removed the tubes and cables attached to your body.

“S…Scara…m-mouche…” You voice was weak and cracked, quiet and barely above a whisper. The Balladeer approached and grabbed your hand carefully as he looked down at your tear-stained face, same as the one he saw the first day he met you. Instead of hatred, your expression now showed a desperate look to be held and protected by the man who got you into this mess in the first place. You were his property after all, he should take care of you. “I’m here.” He said softly, carefully lifting you up into his arms effortlessly as he turned to glare at Dottore over his shoulder. He clicked his tongue and began walking out with you in his arms tightly. “I will NEVER forget this Dottore… you will pay.”

He didn’t wait for a reply and carried you silently done the hallway back towards his room. Members of the Fatui looked on in confusion and fear as the most disliked harbinger walked along the halls with a deep rage filled expression. Everyone stood clear of his path, fearful to get caught in his electric crosshairs and be his victim. Once he reached his room, his kicked the door open and kicked it back close, stomping on the flowers he’d left abandoned. He made his way towards the couch sat in a lone corner of the room and laid you down gently. His eyes never left your expression, hands beginning to shake again as he watched you pant in pain and hold your chest.

“That bastard… touching my things… trying to steal them from me… defile them… YOU SHOULD’VE FOUGHT HIM!!” Scaramouche then directed his anger towards you, his voice loud and painful. Your ears were still ringing, and you could barely make out anything he was saying. He turned away from you as he continued, “All you are is a pathetic and insolent insect. A filthy human… weak… worthless… a waste of life and space.” His harsh words were drowned out by your ears as you raised a shaky hand to his face and gently cupped his cold cheeks. His head jerked towards you quickly, eyes widening in surprise seeing a soft smile on your face. The rest of his insults caught up in his throat. Your thumb rubbed gently against his skin, slowly but surely calming your breathing. “Thank you… f-for saving me, sir…”

He was speechless. You’re thanking him? After he just hurdled those insults towards you? Let you get taken by Dottore, experimented on, and ultimately did not protect his now most prized possession. “Ha… Hahaha!!” He laughed and grabbed your hand on his cheek, holding it close to his face as he enjoyed the warmth you brought to his cold body. He stared into your tired eyes, confused yet relieved at your words. “What an idiotic thing to even say, but…” his words fell silent as he gazed around your face. “Why do you find comfort in me now? I’ve hurt you, so much.” You closed your eyes, causing his stomach to drop with anxiety that you had left him. He didn’t like when you slept in general. It scared him that you would no longer wake up. “Because… despite your rudeness… I can tell… how much weight is on your shoulders… and that you genuinely care for me.”

“I own you, and I always will.”

#scaramouche #scaramouche x you #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact #scaramouche angst #this is a shitty piece of work #fatui harbingers #the balladeer #scaramouche x reader #scara x you

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siberat · 12 days

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Food Makes things feel better

so, good news and bad news. This was originally for a Drabble request- however, jerk me totally missed the mark by my classic quickly reading the request, then spending days writing only to find out it’s not what was asked at all. So, my apologies to the anon requester- you will have to wait a bit longer. Also, I was gonna split this in 2, but I just wanna post it.

good news is here is a rodi/mus chub story. I am gonna do another one for the anon prompt. Cw: chub, weight gain, binge eating, emotional eating.

Life wasn’t fair, was it?

Yes, he knew things would not be handed to him on a silver platter, but he didn’t think the accomplishments he earned would be snatched away from him either. Or forced to share.

Sighing, Rod/imus plopped himself back in his captain’s chair—while he still had it, that is. Apparently, for reasons unknown, he had to share his status as captain with someone else—someone so unworthy of the position, none-the-less!

Mega/tron.

The “ex” leader of the Decep/ticons. All because stupid Opti/mus Pri/me said so.

This was his voyage! This was his mission! And things have been going just fine, so why try to fix something that isn’t broken?

Before he knew it, the urge to do something other than stew in anger arose. Rodi/mus could only take so much teeth-clenching before his helm hurt worse than it already did. He reached to the center of the table and pulled a large dish of mini cakes in front of him. Yes, this was to be for the guests at his meeting, but surely, they wouldn’t notice one missing—there was plenty after all.

Fingers daintily selected a light pink cake with blue frosting and brought it to his lips. The sweetness invaded his mouth much quicker than the actual treat! The first bite was everything he could imagine: moist, decadent, and rich flavor awoken his taste receptors from slumber.

Each bite led like another, and the first cake was gobbled up. And the sheer taste of the food made him feel better. While he was consuming it, all thoughts of his predicament vanished. Rodi/mus didn’t think of the stern looks received from Mega/tron when ideas were disapproved of. Seeing Ult/ra Magn/us discuss plans with the ‘other’ captain vanished from his processor. Feeling like scrap for being deprived of his hard-earned title lifted from his chassis.

At least until the last swallow of the cake, that is.

As the red and yellow mech stared at the plate full of little colorful cakes of various shapes, licking icing off his fingertips, he could feel the brain worms kicking back in.

Was he not good enough? Just what did he do so wrong? He was a fun mech and liked trying fun things! Did his crew mates simply not like him? Images replayed in his processor of ‘bots reactions to him, seeing if there were any tell-tale signs of dislike. Rodi/mus did not see any hints of hate- but perhaps they really did?

“Ehhhhhhhhh,” Rodi/mus grumbled and rolled his optics, truly hating feeling like this. He was a good mech! He deserved to lead this exhibition! Just why did it have to be stolen from him?

Yeah, it was time for another cake. There were still plenty of them left on the plate. The scrumptious little morsels make him feel better, even if just temporarily. When one was finished, and those tormenting thoughts returned, Rodi/mus helped himself to another.

Of course, the emptied plate was hidden before the conference began- his attendees wouldn’t miss what they didn’t know, right? Hopefully, the ‘co-captain’ could hide his noisy belly ache!

… … …

Any hope of his situation improving simply flew out the window. It turns out his crew was much more accepting of Mega/tron than he anticipated. Yes, tabs were kept on him, but as the days turned to weeks, high command appeared to grow more comfortable with his presence on board the Lo/st Li/ght.

And more willing to listen to his ideas and choose the ex-warlord's instructions over his!

Rodi/mus even tried harder to win back popularity votes by hosting parties at Swer/ves. He graced others' presence by making rounds and chatting it up amongst the partygoers. He even let them in on his future festivities, listening to their ideas, even if they were stupid.

Like perhaps an ice cream social would be nice.

Actually, Rodi/mus didn’t even ask for that—he still had some control over what took place on board his ship! The event was scheduled—and it was scheduled first—and now, he sat in an empty room. Well, it was not completely empty: there were tubs upon tubs of energon ice cream.

Yet only a handful of mechs showed up. And those fraggers didn’t even stay for long! Apparently, after his planned and announced event, Rew/ind and Chrome/dome continued their dumb movie marathon. Guess where every mech went?

So, the red and yellow mech sat alone, staring out the large window. Space was so vast and empty…just like his spark. Alright, that is a bit sappy. But it hurt to have no one really show up. It hurt to feel not important. It hurt to feel ignored.

But seeing all the ice cream and toppings sitting around unused was disheartening. And there was a lot! All the good flavors were obtained: chocolate, vanilla, mint chocolate chip, rocky road, peanut butter cup…. The list went on. And toppings? There was chocolate sauce, sprinkles, candies, brownie bits, whipped cream, and then some. With a spread like this, who wouldn’t want to show up?

Apparently, ninety-nine percent of the ship.

‘No point in letting this go to waste,’ Rodi/mus shrugged, dragging himself to his pedes and scooped himself a heaping bowl of several flavors of ice cream, topped with every topping imaginable. He sat back down with his feast and scoop after scoop fed himself the cold treat.

Oh, how he loved ice cream! The soft dessert's chill and the crunch of the toppings always hit the spot! A lot of foods hit the spot recently. Ever since Mega/tron joined this fleet, energon has provided him with so much comfort, as if it had always been there for him. Always calling his name out from the panty just begging to be devoured! And how could the speedster resist?

Eating cheered him up, relieving him from replaying the bad thoughts in his processor all the time. The pleasurable feeling of consuming something so tasty made his spark swirl with joy instead of rage. And this ice cream was no different—each bite, a new flavor, a new color twirled in his vision, and a smile appeared on his lips.

As soon as the dish was emptied, the co-captain immediately helped himself to seconds. He kept going even when his whole frame seemed cold from eating so much frozen dessert. Even when his tummy, which had grown more prominent over the past few weeks, became taunt and lay heavier on his lap, he kept going.

When his overflowing bowl was polished off this time, Rodi/mus simply snagged two cartons of ice cream. There was no point having to keep getting back up! However, upon shoveling the first spoonful in, he noticed he wasn’t alone and jumped.

“Pri/mus, Dri/ft!” Rodi/mus gasped.

“Don’t use His name in vain,” Dri/ft spoke calmly.

“My bad.” The red and yellow mech stuffed a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, then motioned to the food table for the other to help himself.

“I’m not here for that,” Dri/ft answered.

“Ah, let me guess.” Rodi/mus spat. “Just stopping in before movie fest?”

“I’m here to talk with you.” He walked to the table and sat next to the other. “So, how have you been?”

“Fine,” Rodi/mus shrugged, continuing to work on his tub of ice cream. “Shame mech’s don’t know what they are missin’.” His belly clenched, whining out a minor grumble.

“I somehow don’t think everything is fine, Rodimus.” The TIC gently placed a servo on the other’s shoulder. “You haven’t quite been yourself recently.”

“Nonsense,” Rodi/mus bulked, his mouth full. Who else would I be?” Slag, the last thing he wanted was some kind of spiritual talk from Dri/ft. And why the hell did he have to be so nosey? He needed to stay in his own lane.

“Rodi/mus…” His hand moved to the arm, guiding the other to stop eating. “You are not doing well, I can tell. I can help you.”

Rodi/mus sneered, pulling his arm free from the other. What was wrong with wanting to not let all this ice cream go to waste? He spent good credits on this- as well as having to make an unscheduled stop. Why didn’t anybody notice all the work he put into things?

“Just let me be.”

“Let me help you. We can talk- “

“Look, if you don’t want any ice cream, why don’t you shove off?”

“Rodi/mus…”

“Dri/ft…” The red and yellow mech threw an angered glare at the other but regretted it. “Look…. I just… I just want to be alone right now.”

Dri/ft sighed and solemnly nodded. “As you wish. I shall give you your privacy. But I must warn you.” His servo gestured to the now flabbier body. “Your change in habits can have some unhealthy results.”

“Just what the slag you talking about?”

“Your coping mechanism…” Dri/ft bit his lip. “It will catch up to you.”

“You have an issue with me now because I put on a few extra pounds?”

“It's far more than a few extra pounds- “

“What, are you taking measurements?”

“No- “

“Does me eating hurt your inner arura or whatever that scrap is?”

“No.” Dri/ft’s tone grew stern as his lips pressed together to form a line. “I have no qualms about your physical appearance, Rodi/mus. But I just fear the reasoning behind the sudden weight gain.”

“I checked out just fine at my last check-up with Rat/chet.”

“Perhaps you should speak with Ru/ng.”

“Ru/ng?” Rodi/mus snorted. “Look, I aint crazy.”

“No one ever said you were.”

“Then why are we having this conversation?” Rod/imus slammed his fist on the table, and the TIC raised his servos in defeat.

“I just wish to say one thing before I leave you to yourself.” Dri/ft stood up and put his hands on his hips. “Drowning your problems with food is not the solution. Trust me, addiction is the easy way out. But if you keep this up, you’ll be weighed down by more than whatever bothers you. Also, I am here for you whenever you are ready to talk.”

“That was two things you said, not one,” Rodi/mus grumbled, serving himself another spoonful of ice cream. As if angered by the conversation, his belly grumbled loudly.

Dri/ft opened his mouth to retort, but just shook his helm instead. With saddened optics, he watched the other resume his binge eating for a moment before taking his leave.

Deep down, he knew Dri/ft was correct. But how could he stop when eating was the one thing that made him feel so good? Despite his belly churning and the tell-tale signs of a belly ache forming, Rodi/mus kept eating. Even when his belly grew so taunt and painful that even his servos couldn’t comfort the beast, spoonful after spoonful of rich, chocolate peanut butter ice cream was shoved into his maws. Even when it became so hard to swallow, he continued- he would finish this tub of ice cream if it was the last thing he did!

… … …

When did this hallway become so long? Rodi/mus huffed as he waddled his way towards the bridge of the ship. Apparently, today’s meeting was of the utmost importance, so his presence was demanded instead of video chat. And not only did that mean getting himself out of the berth, but it also meant dragging himself halfway across the ship.

And this was simply too much work!

What exactly was the reason for this unscheduled meeting? Rodi/mus whined for hours with Ul/tra Mag/nus about what was so important, but he wouldn’t blab. What, now officers on board his ship could no longer speak to him? No longer tell him the truth?

It was bad enough having unannounced guests visit his captain's quarters over the past month. No one wanted to see him unless they wanted to voice their concern for his weight gain. He still ran this ship, didn’t he?

Well, half-run the ship would be more accurate.

Did he slack off on his duties? No. Did he miss any meetings? No—well, one was missed, but that was because of a too-small shower stall issue—but that didn’t count! His responsibilities of running this ship were still performed.

Yet, in the past several weeks, Ratc/het paid him a visit, bringing with him his medical supplies and grumpy attitude. Tests were run, and while levels came back elevated, they were considered normal range. Which normally was good, but the medic felt the need to drill onto him the warnings of increased weight gain and decreased activity.

Once Rat/chet was shoved off, another medic took his place a few days later. While more upbeat, Ai/d’s help was not desired or needed. Even Amb/ulon’s straightforward, no-nonsense approach was as annoying as slag. All three medics were sent on their way, chided for wasting their breath and his time.

They could have at least brought him a snack!

Not even halfway to his destination, Rodi/mus had to stop for a break. His chest heaved as he desperately sucked in cool air. His pedes hurt. His legs felt like jello. Prim/us, how long has it been since he walked this far?

There really should be some chairs in the hallway!

Instead, the blob of a mech rested against the wall, swiping his servo across his brow. He was sweating like a cyberpig. He'd be a sopping mess by the time he’d make it to the conference room!

This is just great!

He also noticed that his thighs burned as if scorched by a fire. Glancing down and pulling that pillow of a tummy out of the way, he saw the protomesh was pink and raw. Chub-rub. Perfect.

What a way to be seen outside his quarters!

‘Who would be the first to notice?’ Rodi/mus scowled, banging his fists against the hallway as he slowly began shuffling along his way. Would it be Rat/chet and his know-it-all attitude? Would Ai/d baby talk him and try to slather cream all over the massive thigh flab? Or would Dri/ft be all over this whole ‘talk about your feelings’ crap again?

Couldn’t mechs take a hint to leave someone alone for once?

Rounding the final turn, Rodi/mus rested upon the conference room door frame. His chest heaved as he panted to catch his breath. His frame pinged warnings of overheating. Sweat dripped down his face, down his body, and into his many flab rolls. Everything hurt!

He felt lightheaded, as if he was about to pass out. All the red and white mech wanted to do was sit down and relax! Walking this far was challenging; it took all his strength to remain upright and not collapse onto the floor.

The air conditioning better be one during this meeting!

Once his breathing rate slowed, Rodi/mus palmed open the door.

And what did he see?

Gone was the long table lined with chairs. The room was redecorated into something a little cozier. There was an oversized couch in the center that just called out his name! As he waddled inside, he noted the room’s cooler temperature, which felt terrific against his hot frame!

But what he saw next stopped him dead in his tracks.

There were many mechs sitting around that couch. Rat/chet sat with his arms crossed over his chest, and Fir/st Aid perc/hed on the chair next to him. Ski/ds and Ult/ra Mag/nus were each seated with datapads in their servo’s as well.

“Rodi/mus!” Dri/ft greeted in a soft, kind tone. He walked towards the larger mech with arms open and hugged the other.

“What’s going on here?”

“Why don’t you have a seat, Rodi/mus.” Ru/ng smiled, gesturing to the sofa.

And Rodi/mus didn’t like the look of this. “Why… why are you all here sitting around like this?”

“A lot of people care about you and have a few things they wish to read to you- “

“What the slag!” Rodi/mus shouted. He couldn’t believe it! Was this real or another bothersome nightmare? “Is this… for real…. Is this an intervention?”

“Rodi/mus, just have a seat,” Ru/ng coaxed, but the words fell upon deaf audials.

If Rodi/mus could spit fire, he would! Talk about being ambushed! “Who did it?” His optics scoured the room. “Whose idea was this?” His pudgy servos clenched to fists as his double chins bounced with each word he screamed. “I swear!”

“Rodi/mus…” Mega/tron’s voice boomed.

And Rodi/mus flinched. “It was you, wasn’t it? This was all YOUR idea?”

“This talk has been long overdue- “

I don’t fragging care! I am NEVER going to have a discussion with you!” Rodi/mus turned on his pedes. “I’m going back to my room!”

“Do you think you will make the trip?”

“Shut your slagging trap, Mega/tron!” Rodi/mus bellowed.

But the ex-con had a point.

Could he make the trip back to his quarters?

#chubformers #siberat drabbles

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unholy-fabray · 2 months

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hiii max 😁....I need your thoughts on finchel yuri because the worm has now invaded my brain 🫶🫶

Hiii vish 👋👋 Omg finchel yuri... Well, for one, I'm all for yurification so already 🫶

I'm assuming Finn in this scenario would be transfem? Which, in that case, I think Rachel would be incredibly supportive (a bit of a try hard ally, like she is in the show sometimes lol). Season 1 Finn is like... that's my son or perhaps my little brother. I love his dumb ass sm 🥺 I would die for transfem Finn tbh. Santana's Finnessa jokes would have a whole new meaning alsjdh

Unfortunately I'm not a huge Finchel shipper just bc I feel like there were many times throughout the show when the relationship had run it's course and the characters should have moved on. BUT I think they have some really sweet and funny moments and I still enjoying seeing them interact in earlier seasons!

I think this is a really cute idea and I'd love to know if anyone else has created any Finchel yuri content 👀

#asks #finchel #max rambles #vish

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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 11 months

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Ok so I love Ghost In The Shell and I love all your aus

So I gotta ask, if all your aus took place in the Ghost In The Shell universe which ones would be the least awful (awful in the sense of pure danger for the Ghost fam) and which ones would be the most awful

Okie Dokie >:)

(@bluepeachstudios I am once again borrowing Ghost for this)

I'm only gonna do the aus I already have fics published for/talked about at length (with one exception :3)

Starting with the least dangerous/stressful/awful crossover, Same Story Different Font. This one genuinely wouldn't be too difficult on Ghost (assuming he isnt the one that goes dimension hopping again) plus he and Leonardo would instantly try to adopt each other ("WHAT YOU MEAN YOU WERE ISOLATING YOURSELF FOR OVER TWO DECADES?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU BECAME A FATHER OF FOUR AT SEVENTEEN?" Their kids would cause the most insane amounts of chaos ever) They would be friends, give them a social life beyond their children

Next up is Lost But Never Found. This one is definitely more stressful on good ole Ghost. The second he realizes Indigo is an alternate version of Leonardo that suffered the exact same fate as him but WORSE...Ghost's heart is gonna fucking SHATTER (Ie, Indigo fell through a portal with no way back home but Big Mama captured him, forced him to fight in the Battle Nexus, COMPLETELY WIPED HIS MEMORIES BECAUSE HE DIDNT WANT TO KILL, continued to force him to fight every single day multiple times a day...yeah that was objectively worse than Ghost's early years. Big Mama better pick a god and PRAY)

The reasons this au is more stressful/dangerous is because A. An alternate version of your brother is HERE instead of back home, and he also has no memory of his old life so how the hell are you gonna get THAT back. And B. Helping Indigo come back down from the "Kill or be killed" mentality and help his adjust to normal mutant turtle life is gonna be really rough, especially when he ends up joining the Mud Dogs and becoming a hitman because he did not feel like he belonged with the Rise fam at all (and its only gonna get worse when he DOES get his memories back ALL AT ONCE :3)

Now into the really stressful/dangerous territory with When The World Crumbles!

Bet you didnt see this one coming ;)

Poor Ghost is definitely gonna need blood pressure medication after this whole ordeal. To keep it brief, the 2012 turtles fall into the Riseverse. They were not trying to GO there at all. They were tring to stop another FULL SCALE KRAANG INVASION. So...

These turtles are in the wrong dimension

Their dimension is currently being INVADED

And to make it worse it has only been TWO MONTHS since Splinter was killed by the Super Shredder.

So the entire is spent trying to hurry and build a working portal to get these kids back home before the Kraang fully destroy their world, and also dealing with the 2012 boys unlocking Ninpo. By suffering immensely the entire time and eventually returning to the 2012 dimension (the Rise kids are going to help to and so will Ghost because duh) and stopping a full scale invasion.

But considering the events of the last couple of chapters, its not gonna be easy. And its only the beginning. (And considering that there will be a SEQUEL fic in Eclipse Across Dimensions...its gonna get so so so much worse. I would actually put Eclipse Across Dimensions as the top most stressful/dangerous time for literally everyone, but considering its a sequel fic to this au and I am nowhere NEAR that far into the story...it stays here for now :3)

Ghost will absolutely adopt these traumatized, orphaned nineteen year olds on sight

And the absolute MOST stressful/dangerous au for the Ghost fam would have to be my newest au (and the one I havent talked that much about, which is why it is the exception to my aforementioned rule) Fractured (Lost) Hamato Clan

Oh boy :)

Aka the au where the 2012 boys gets brain wormed by the Shredder into becoming evil. 2012 Splinter, Casey and April all flee to the Riseverse, the ENTIRE 2012 Footclan FOLLOWING THEM

Which means that on top of the Rise mutants, Rise Footclan, and Barron Draxum the boys will have to deal with

Footbots that learn and ADAPT to every move they make

Extremely dangerous mutant assassins and goons

THE LITERAL 2012 SHREDDER (who not only SURVIVED GETTING FULL ON CHOMPED BY AN 8 FOOT TALL MUTANT ALLIGATOR BUT BEAT THE MUTANT ALLIGATOR. The boys are absolutely fucked)

And evil versions of themselves.

It will be Ghost's literal worst nightmare come true and this happens early in season ONE so they dont even have ninpo to help them, and not even the extra training they had with Ghost will be enough to deal with everything

(When his kids end up fighting The Shredder for the first time, Ghost will swear that he felt his heart stop.)

Its not gonna be a fun time for anyone involved, especially when it comes to confrontations between the 2012 turtles and Rise kids. Because they dont want to hurt them, they literally have an evil parasite in their brains MAKING them do this, making them act this way. (And they're only 17, two years older than Raph, and it breaks Ghost's heart every time he's forced to fight these poor kids.)

However these kids are extremely dangerous.

Because they KNOW the Rise kids, as different ad they are at their cores they're the same person. Which means they know how the Rise kids think, how they behave, what stupid plans they'll come up with.

And how to break them into pieces.

One such example being when 2012 Donnie hacks into the Turtle Tank's system and hijacks it, even going as far as to completely lock the tank down and drain it of OXYGEN to force Donnie, Raph, Mikey and Ghost (Leo was not with them so no portals out) into submission and basically hold them as hostages in their own tank. And thats just ONE example of many, its that bad.

Its gonna be the absolute MOST stressful time of Ghost's life for sure

So in order from least awful to most awful:

Same Story Different Font, Lost But Never Found, When The World Crumbles (and its eventual sequel), and Fractured (Lost) Hamato Clan

Hope you enjoyed anon!

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt ghost in the shell #this was fun :)

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theweirdhybrid · 1 year

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So, how does the Krang infection work in your writing 👀?

INHALES SHARPLY

THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY PRESENTATION NOW SIT DOWN AND GET COMFY YOU ARE GONNA BE HERE FOR A WHILE

Okay so basically if you know the zombie infection lore of The Last Of Us then you’ve already got a good grasp of how the Krang infection works in JTOEL. BUT for those who don’t know; in TLOU the infection is fungus based, it’s specifically the Cordyceps fungus, which only takes over its hosts nervous system but leaves the brain intact. Which means the host is still fully aware of everything happening but has no control over their own body.

In JTOEL, the Krang is a parasite that attaches itself to its hosts brain, like a brain-worm parasite. But it doesn’t need to get to the brain first in order to start the infection. It can latch itself onto a host and work its way to the brain from the outside, which does leave it vulnerable to being torn or ripped off or hit with a pesticide, but it combats that by moving so quickly the host only has a few moments to even realize what’s happening. It also numbs the nerves it touches so the host has trouble moving to further limit any chance of fighting back.

This is just one of the ways it can infect, however. Because when a host is infected like this, it takes longer to turn them into a Krang. Because, oh yeah, this is how the Krang reproduce. (Note: This is now always how the Krang reproduced, but we’ll get to that later) The Krang aren’t plant or fungus based, they are in fact flesh-based creatures. They’re similar to octopi in that they’re stretchy and squishy, but they still have skeletons. Tho, said skeletons are armored.

We’re getting off track BUT the Krang primarily reproduce by mass-infecting whatever sentient/sapient organics they come in contact with and turning them into full Krang overtime. This is what they use when they first invade a planet, because it’s easier to get everybody under control this way and limit attempts at fighting back. These Krang aren’t as intelligent as the ones in charge of the hivemind/ones that can infect/reproduce, but they gain intelligence over time. At least, they gain enough to pilot suits and follow orders, but that’s about it. They’re more worker/fodder class.

Another way they reproduce is by wrapping their victims/hosts in a cocoon, like we saw with Raph and what I can assume we saw the beginning of with Donnie, Mikey and Leo. Raph’s conversion was interrupted, but that’s definitely what was happening. I have the feeling if the boys hadn’t gotten him out when they did or let him sit there for another thirty minutes, the process would’ve been fully complete and saving Raph would’ve been out of the question because that point the parasite would’ve completely overwritten who he was and his DNA.

However there is a third way they can infect. This one is used for the creatures still controlled by instincts and haven’t yet gained self-awareness as an entire species, likes dogs, cats, deer, mice, etc. The hounds we saw in the movie are prime examples of this kind of infection. This is also used as a way of starving out the population, because if you eat something infected by a Krang, you’ll be infected too.

Which brings me to Cyonardo.

Cyonardo is an example of the first type of infection, the “Rush” infection as I like to call it. Bc the Rush infection is, well, rushed, it takes the parasite longer to fully turn its host and because it doesn’t have access to the necessary proteins and materials a Cocooned infection would, the Krang it becomes isn’t as intelligent as its Cocooned brethren.

Cyonardo is one of the Rushed Krang, or at least one of the ‘recovered’ ones. By the time his brothers had managed to subdue him long enough to perform surgery (because surprise surprise, he was too far gone to bring him back the other way) he was mostly Krang, hence why they removed his leg, arm and eye. The eye was more collateral during surgery, bc that was how the parasite had gotten to his brain and they had to remove the eye to remove the worst part of the infection. They know they didn’t get ALL of it, but they got the part that would’ve kept overwriting his DNA and his sense of self and reporting back to the hivemind.

So yes, if you’re wondering, this means Cyonardo was completely conscious for everything that happened during his time as an infected. (Bringing him back also had the added bonus of learning how the Krang worked military wise.) Also, the Krang liked deploying him on the field any time his brothers or the resistance were sighted, bc they’re evil like that. This was also how the resistance managed to make a plan to capture him, haha.

Sorry I am all over the place while explaining this but in my defense I have So Many Thoughts and the ADHD makes organizing this hard so bear with me

The Krang parasite and the Cordyceps fungus are very similar in how they infect their hosts; growing in the brain and altering their physiology and taking over the nervous system. But that’s about where it stops. I might start repeating myself but just beat with me

See, the Krang parasite wasn’t always this kind of parasite. It used to be that it was a symbiotic relationship, where both the host and the parasite benefited from the relationship. That was back when the Utrom were still around, and before Krang altered the parasite to benefit himself and his goals.

When it was simply the Utrom finding and helping hosts in other species, like weak or sick members that couldn’t move on their own and moving their bodies for them while communicating with the host to know what they wanted to do, while also giving them better defense mechanisms, the Utrom were all over the universe and were a widely loved and accepted race.

And then Krang altered the chemicals and biology of the how the parasite worked, and suddenly everything went to hell. The Utrom had no idea what was going on, and were actively helping hosts remove the now dangerous parasites while trying to figure out just what went wrong. Unfortunately by this point, there were too many parasites to really stop it. So they kind of effectively got wiped out, because the Utrom WERE the parasites, they were just having their own young grow up with another species member to help keep both strong so the baby Utrom could eventually detach and become a full fledged member of society.

But Krang had seen it as an opportunity, he thought the Utrom had wasted their true potential like this. The terrifying part was that it society effectively collapsed overnight. Krang was smart, he was intelligent and he was a scientist. He knew what he was doing, and he executed his plan overnight.

There was no stopping him. This, this is why he views himself as a ‘gift’.

Tho, I will say that when the Krang got locked away for a 1000 years, the rest of the universal society rebuilt itself stronger than ever. When word the Krang had escaped reached them, they went to help Earth. The Utrom are unfortunately completely extinct by this point, the Krang biology was too evolved to change it back. (Though, there might be one still kicking 🤔)

So, TLDR; Krang Prime got greedy and completely changed his own species biology and evolutionary course to use as a bioweapon against the rest of the known universe, but then got locked away for a thousand years and the society he destroyed was like “Well that was crazy lol. Anyways”

Basically, the Krang are a bunch of parasites that shouldn’t and wouldn’t have existed if SOMEONE didn’t decide to play God. Lmao.

Any questions?

#jtoel #just this once everybody lives #rottmnt #tmnt #krang #kraang #tapered off at the end there bc my headache was getting bad #RIP

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macariahades · 2 years

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Prompt: “Oh my god, you’re in love with her!”

“She's insufferable!” Draco stormed into the Slytherin common room, throwing himself onto the leather couch. “I’m going to regret asking,” Blaise, his best mate, came to sit across from him, “What did Granger do this time?” Draco scuffed, “What hasn’t she done? She eats my food, she borrows my books without asking, her hair is,” he gestured around the room, “Everywhere!” “That doesn’t explain your little tantrum.” “She’s just– all over the place. I can’t get away from her.” Draco ran his hands through his hair. “I mean, she’s not here.” Draco looked up at Blaise confused. “You can always come down here to escape her, yet this is the first time you’ve been here in a month.” Blaise was wearing the signature Slytherin smirk. “You don’t get it.” Draco waved him off. “Then explain it to me mate,” Blaise asked calmly. “She’s constantly with me. We do rounds together; we share a common room together.” Draco stood up feeling his anger coming back. “We even have every class together, she’s like a parasite that is glued to my brain.” “Your brain?” “Yes! She has wormed her way into every aspect of my life and even my thoughts and dreams are being invaded. It’s like–” Draco was interrupted by laughter. “What is so funny?” Draco’s anger was growing. “Oh my God–” Blaise was fighting to speak between laughs, “You’re in love with her.” Draco froze. In love? With Granger? “That's fucking ridiculous.” Draco spat, only his anger was fading. “You are mate.” Blaise gave him one last laugh before leaving him to his thoughts. Shite. “Why is he laughing?” Pansy came up behind him. “I’m in love with Granger?” Draco asked himself out loud. “Of course, you are.” Pansy pats him on the arm, “Everyone already knows except you two.”

#drabble #fluff #dramione #enimes to lovers #harry potter #fanfic

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nvastars · 7 months

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I often think of Sasha James and I cry. She’s such a devastating character and I. I need to talk about her because I am the number one Sasha James fan and this has been rotating in my brain since SOPH’S recent video on TikTok ( go check it out if you haven’t already )

SPOILERS FOR s1 OF TMA ( MAG 162 AS WELL ) FROM THIS POINT ON !! PROCEED WITH CAUTION I GUESS ??

Let’s put this into perspective. The only way you’ll be able to understand my thoughts for her is putting yourself in her shoes.

Imagine you’re her, like you’re in her position. You are Sasha James, and you are in a room you absolutely hate. The only reason you’re here is because you need a place to hide from the thousands of worms that have invaded your place of work, and were attacking you, and are currently after your friends. You’re wondering if your friends are okay. If they managed to escape. You’re rambling now about Elias, how you got separated from him, how you wanted to quit but couldn’t, just nonsense. It’s a fear response though. Now you’re staring at that weird table, you know the one, the one with the strange fractal pattern that everyone freaks out about. You don’t get what the fuss is about. Just a table with a weird a pattern…basic optical illusion…you think to yourself. Nothing special about that. You stare at if for a while until you realize that someone else— no. Something else. Something else is in the room with you.

You are Sasha James, and you are about to die. You’re about to die wondering if your friends are okay. You call out for Jon. You call out for whoever—whatever else is in the room with you. “I see you! Show yourself!” You scream.

You are Sasha James, and you’re dead now. In the blink of an eye, the real you is gone. Just like that. Because that thing that killed you changed everything about you, the pictures you were in, changed to look like whatever that thing looks like that claims it you, all recordings of your voice are gone too now. Everyone has forgotten the real you. Everyone—well almost everyone, remember the fake you. It’s hard to believe that you were even real if it weren’t for the few recordings of your voice on tapes that were sent to Jon. Celebrating Jon’s birthday in the Archives with everyone else, and that one conversation you had with Tim. He’s making a joke, mocking Jon. “In fact, based on the evidence, I find it highly unlikely that Sasha ever even existed at all!” He jokes, and you joke back. “No. You took it too far! I’m unforgettable!”

If only you knew.

Do you understand how terrifying that has to be? To be Sasha James? To be her and be in that position? Oh and don’t even get me STARTED on TIM! He’s as equally devastating as Sasha. AND THEN YOU PUT THOSE TWO TOGETHER? GOD. DO NOT GET ME FUCKING STARTED. ( I will get started I’ll literally make an entire post about those two when I have the time . )

Anyways Sasha is a devastating character I miss her everyday. She deserved so much better. Keep kayaking up in heaven with Tim queen. Till death do you two part am I right?

#the magnus archives #sasha james #i miss her #i miss her everyday #she deserved better #tma #tma spoilers #tma rambles #tma rant

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crowns-and-keys · 1 year

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Young Apprentices AU

Just thinking out loud here, but what about an AU where Riku becomes Terra’s apprentice like intended? And an unlikely Sora ends up becoming Ven’s even though he’s still not a master yet. (Bonus if Vanitas secretly involves himself with Sora’s training as well or is recovering in Sora’s heart.

And Aqua eventually teaching Kairi would be great to. I just really want to see a young Destiny Trio being mentored/taken care of by the Wayfinders. I think Aqua apprenticing Kairi would take a minute for her to be willing to do though. And she would not be pleased with Ven taking on Sora since he is young and not even a master yet. She probably wouldn’t be crazy about Terra teaching Riku either but he’s already done the inheritance ceremony with him so what’s done is done.

Shoot, Ven might even have major hesitations about taking on Sora if he can recognize the physical similarities' to Vanitas. But it could eventually come out that Sora is the one who originally healed his heart and that gives him more of a push to take on the responsibility. Plus Sora would have totally wiggled his way Into his heart... ( No pun intended. ;3 )

I’ve got at least two different timelines for this au scattered in my brain. One where the OG Trio actually win at the Graveyard and Darkness invades the Destiny Islands earlier. Another for a time closer to when KH1 starts. It’s fuzzy but the brain worms are there.

#kh #kingdom hearts sora #fanfic #kh au #khau #kingdom hearts #Sora #Ventus #Riku #Kairi #Aqua #Terra #Young Apprentices AU #fic ideas

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hikarry · 4 months

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Hey so, when did you first get into Good Omens?

Hello love!

Technically in 2021 I was already hyperfixated on it somehow, but the grip Yuri on Ice had on me was way stronger so I didn't really interact with the fandom back then

In 2023, before season 2 came out, I rewatched season 1 and that's when the brain worms invaded. It was all I could think about, so I shyly join the Good Omens fandom and you guys are all so sweet. I had so many silly things to say and yall just went with it. When I was submerged in the Yuri on Ice fandom it was very...empty. Probably because the fandom is dying, but Good Omens? Oh boy, it has been a roller-coaster. I've met so many nice people!

Honestly I'm so glad I joined this side of Tumblr. Both the show and you guys have helped my mental health a lot and for that I have to thank you

#asks #sandercats

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satirn · 1 year

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For the IZ asks: 16, 17, and 30 pls :3

[ ask game in question ]

16: Favorite Tallest of the four?

if you know me youd know already that i hate all of the tallest, theyre good characters in that they do their job of making me hate them !! though if i had to choose outta the four, id go with tallest Miyuki. to me shes very Girlboss Building Her Empire™️ ykwim? she feels like she would rope me into a MLM scheme she runs lol, very avon or mary kay or smth. she feels the most like, intimidating i guess, like she was meant for a place in royalty or somthing yk? very cool. very glad she got eaten by that blob thing though. :D

17: Favorite thing about Invader Zim?

answered this [here]

30: What do you think an Irkens blood color is?

OHHH HOOHHH I HAVE OPINIONS ABOUT THIS ONE. and im mostly refering to this poll as my mesurement of the fandom and i am genuinely shocked blue got the lowest amount of votes. i get where the ppl who think its pink are coming from but i am coming at this question biologically speaking and metaphorically speaking.

k so, in real life, there are animals that exist that have blue colored blood, mostly cephelopods/lobsters and sometimes [you guessed it], BUGS! [rollypollys and spiders have blue blood]. i took real life knowlege of animals into account when making my version of irken anatomy.[WHICHSOMEONESHOULDASKMEABOUT-], anyways, human skin and fat, like pure skin/fat itself, is a transparent[ish] yellow[this is why (unmelanited) skin is a light orange/peach]. blue + yellow is green[besides my irkens lean more towards a turquoise then green anyways].

dont even get me started on my color metaphors in my headcanons/works.

human blood is red, a color I assosiate with irkens and zim especially. red's color connotation says that red is a color of passion, anger, life(pay attention to this last one it will come in handy if you read my works hehe).

irken blood i headcanon as blue, a color assosiated with dib [listen ive got the zadr worms on the brain okay??]. Zim and Dib were always suposed to be on the same level, a stalemate, yk? i use this part of them to represent that, that they ultimately are the same. theres a way to express this in better terms but i cant think of it rn :P

anyways, something something soulmates, something something chained to the narrative, something something bound to be together by fate. [i explore more of this idea in my 「SHADES OF YOU」 au if you are curious] (always be pluggin' /q)

#invader zim #zadr #ask game #thanks for the ask!#not art #heheeh #>:]#shades of you izau

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A dull, ordinary boy.

The words flood his mind, not his own, but echo in his voice. This could all be a dream; maybe somewhere in deep slumber, his heart wandered. It must be because the boy he sees before him is someone he knows, but they're supposed to be dead. He would know. He killed that boy to be whole.

My Heart Belongs To Me.

That was a lie he chose to believe; even perfectly ripe apples are prone to having a worm invade their core. Roku decides to entertain this ghost.

"Do you know what it feels like to have four-hundred-and-sixty volts of Dark Electricity hitting your brain or have someone take your heart and play? Take what makes you out and stuff something else in?"

His tone was deadpan and hidden by his cloak; the stranger's intent was unclear. The cloaked male exuded an unsettling, twisted Darkness.

Fly. O' King of Hearts, an unknown rival awaits you.

It all begins with the voice that wires itself into a mimicry of his own. Familiar, yet the taste being so vastly different, levels of fate that were enriched into a different spin of brutality.

Settled within this momentary realm between mind and matter, the Heart reigns as the all encompassing, and the strength that fashioned this particular found itself as a star mighty enough to be witnessed within the darkest abyss. Through that very light that managed to sigh measures of hope and strength, bit by bit does the light forge his body into the state of a very much alive apparition.

In truth, this was as true of a form to Sora as their possibly could be. A state of calm keeps his gaze measured as he peeks ahead, attentive to the voice that draws an outline of a grotesque fate being cast. The mere thought brings pain to his heart, the sort that's comfortably embraced, leading to his eyes concentrating on the being.

"..Maybe not in the ways you're picturing, but I don't intend to make this a contest when it's all agony in the end." That inherently felt wrong on the fundamental level of his conduct. Pain was a source in order to let him relate, never to find triumph, never to be a lesson that darker corners could always await those simply unaware.

Pain was a lesson to some, undeserved to countless, and for Sora, a means to ensure that things could be drawn back to a hopeful future.

"If it's someone who can endure that you're looking for. You've found them." Juxtaposed to that writhing, crawling chaos that finds itself leaving nausea, panic and despair as crippling poisons through presence alone, resilience would be the foundational light that keeps him steady. Scintillating sparks began to glimmer and brighten his very being, unleashing a warm hum as the energy cloaked him in phantasmal radiance.

Sora's lips quirked momentarily, assessing the stranger that made the keyblade itch his palm, hissing to him to ready this possibility with the divine instrument that's become another beloved companion.

"And in that case, you've come a pretty long way to find someone who's already lost." A starseeker denied his universes, lost in the folds and film of reality that doesn't recognize him.

Nor does he feel the same to this very realm.

@malchanceuxtreize

#malchanceuxtreize #| Bottle Mail #And a new encounter begins

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androgynousblackbox · 1 year

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Okay, so I did liked the DHMIA new show. I thought it was funny, very creative, very choatic, very clever, all the good stuff a show can be... except for the "friendship" episode. Especifically because of Warren. Like, the first moment this guy, who looks like a worm, walks like a worm and even has a fucking ID with the word worm crossed out, but he insist is an Eagle, writes Eagle on his own ID and, not only that, thinks someday he is going to spontaneisly grow wings that are stronger and cooler than other Eagles, I thought this guy was a walking transphobic joke and I can't take that idea off my head. Mostly because I don't fucking know if the idea of a worm insisting he is an Eagle was just inherently funny for the creators or they wanted to slip a little jokey joke about how some "Warrens" (aka trans people) think they are something they are not, can you belive it, isn't that ridiculous, please laugh. Like, also is just the way that Warren is written in general. He is a obviously insecure person who keeps grudges for a long time, is extremely self-centered, a annoying ass that nobody can fucking stand being around and he ruins even the creatures literally created to be as indulgent as possible. Warren Eagle literally had people indulging him on his fantasy of being that Eagle and he still ruined it because his personality is that rotten, because he wanted more attention, more praise, more control over what other people did or talked about. Everyone else on the show knows already that is not an Eagle. You can clearly see it. The computer character, who is meant to know everything because he is connected to the Internet, immediately is "eagles has wings" and prints an article about how eagles REALLY are, which obviously excludes Warren of being an Eagle. By the end of the episode he is treated like a "worm on someone's brain" and killed as such, reduced to an actual worm and not even a puppet worm. Fuck, he is killed after being revelead to have been a horrible monster who couldn't stop INVADING the brain space of Yellow Guy. That is a transphobic joke. Regarldess of what the thought process behind it was, I can clearly see some fucking terf or other transphobe looking at that and immediately going "that is exactly how trans people should be treated." Also, like, and I cannot stress this enough, the episode didn't NEED Warren to think himself of an Eagle for his character to work. He was an annoying ass who was a bad friend but still felt entitled to everyone's friendship, everyone's food and everyone's admiration. If the idea was to show how out of touch and lacking self awareness he has, then have him talking about how many people he helped with his program while at the same time he is obviously hiding multiple papers of lawsuits from people to whom he only made matters so much worse. Then the "brain friends" tell him about how "helpful and effective" his program was because he was on it and done. You have the exact same character, the exact same point, without the transphobia. That would be funny. The Eagle thing does nothing for the narrative, for the character or the message. The only thing it does it's ridicule the idea of people pretending to be something that they are not, despite all the evidence, which is exactly how transphobes view trans people.

And nobody talks about this? Nobody thought that it was weird but on a way that is icky and questionable? I don't want to cancel the show, the creators or fucking anyone for that matter by saying this. I am just so fucking confused about why this happened at all and how come no one seems to have an issue with it. The rest of the show is exactly what I expected it to be and more, except for this.

#dhmis #andro is venting #transphobia mention

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