#this little fuckin robot man............

[oddthesungod]

calling 911 on sam riegel for emotional damage 😭😭😭😭

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr3 spoilers #cr spoilers #c3e91 #c3e91 spoilers #critical doodles #adding all the spoilers tag i can think of shfds #goddamn that last speech by FCG.................... #this little fuckin robot man............ #godspeed little guy... godspeed....

[blueish-bird]

every time I rewatch Pacific Rim’s scene of the bigass robot wielding an oil tanker like a baseball bat to hit the alien monster it’s a healing experience

#‘and here comes Danger with the metal chair!’ #it’s not perfect and more than a little cheesy but. man I love that movie. #cheesy is good. heartfelt and concerned more with a fun time than being 100% logically sound #I’m overcome by childlike wonder. and love of fights/explosions/kickass monster designs #younger me was out for imaginary blood #love me some good fight choreography and creative methods of destruction #the kaiju designs are So Good I’m gnawing on them #honestly? still looks pretty fuckin cool if I say so myself #arguably some shots/designs for the pilot suits held up worse than the CGI #idk man it just. Looks Good. solid work from the CGI artists holy shit #meposting #pacific rim #it’s about love and family and vulnerability and community and living with consequences #and monsters. and bigass robots. #and ron perlman #rewatched in part to work more on my CSM Pacific Rim au hehe #one of the parts of the soundtrack reminded me of Promare’s song ASHES and now I want to rewatch Promare #my pacific rim thoughts

[good-wine-and-cheese]

Gambling Apocalypse Tenma AU

As I rewatch Kaiji I inevitably end up wanting to combine show I like with other show I like and stuffing fav characters into show. So here we are.

This was uh going to be a short summary type thing but I accidentally wrote a novella about it sorry

This AU starts off with a much more depressive Tenma. After Tobio's death, rather than immediately pour his grief into developing a robot version of his son, he recedes into himself, psychologically paralyzed, likely turning to alcohol to drown out his anguish.

His mental state is taken as an opportunity within the Ministry of Science to have him ejected from his position; Tenma was never the most well-liked director, and there were those with ambition to usurp him that would jump at the chance. Not that he especially cares in his state.

He's eventually dragged out of his stagnation by Ochanomizu - who, inadvertently, becomes the very catalyst pushing Tenma to develop a robot replacement to his child. This was not what he meant by encouraging Tenma to fill the void left by his son.

...But, well, he is no longer the director of the Ministry of Science. His access to limitless government funds and resources for "scientific research" has been cut off, and this is a project he cannot finance on his own. He can't ask Ochanomizu for help, but...interestingly...a representative of a certain shady organization known as the Teiai Corporation reaches out to him, offering to finance and support his project. A sane and well-minded Tenma might think better of it, but grieving and desperate, Tenma accepts their offer and is able to create a robot in the image of his beloved Tobio. For a while, there's joy in his life.

But the bill, as ever, comes due: Tenma must pay up, and the very resources that had been at his disposal will certainly ensure that he will, or else. Of course, he doesn't have the money; instead, he is given a choice. He can relinquish the robot Tobio in order to wipe out his debt - the child is a sophisticated and powerful robot, after all - or he can participate in a certain illicit event hosted by the Teiai Corporation.

It's nothing major...just a four-hour gambling cruise with a collection of desperate, damned souls that were also swept into debt with Teiai. The conditions are simple: Those who choose to participate are given a chance to clear their debts wholesale should they win. And should they lose...?

Well...no one really knows what happens to the losers seized by Teiai. It's said that they labour away their debts under Teiai's watchful eye and are freed once their work has covered their debts, though it's rumoured that most perish before they reclaim freedom.

There's only one answer Tenma can give, of course; he's not willing to lose Tobio again.

Thus is Tenma's debut into the Gambling Apocalypse, where he must become cutthroat in order to survive; if he wants to see his son again, he must make choices that will doom the hapless to miserable servitude, with a nonzero chance it ends in their death.

He survives the cruise, but of course, it was hardly enough to clear his debt; the cruise was never going to be the end of it. Teiai doesn't let go of its victims that easily. He will be called on again: this is a weight that hangs over him, all while he returns to his son Tobio. The same hands that have pushed innocents into hell must now be the hands that can embrace his child.

He wants to protect Tobio from the truth and enjoy what peaceful moments he's allowed with his son, but it's difficult. It's difficult to be the parent of a child who cannot understand the danger that looms ahead; this "happy" home is not to last. Tenma angers quickly and easily. He turns that anger onto Tobio.

As Teiai's games become more and more vicious and unrelenting, as his conscience holds onto the last vestiges of thread that remain, Tenma even threatens, once, to give the boy in: it would all end, then; the debt would be clear and no longer would he have to endure Tobio's childish annoyances, his ungratefulness.

The next time that Tenma is beckoned, Tobio takes matters into his own hands. He does understand, now; and he would have, if only Tenma had bothered to explain sooner. If it's a debt that needs clearing, he will work. He will help his father clear his debts however he can. Of course, it's difficult to find work as a child; but a circus troupe finds amusement in the idea of a child robot, and takes him in. He is whisked into a certainly unpleasant working situation, but he remembers his father, and what he must be enduring. Tobio, also, will endure.

When Tenma returns, Tobio is gone.

All that held Tenma back from becoming something monstrous has disappeared. All that kept him going has disappeared. When he is called upon by Teiai, there is no knowing what sort of person might come out the other end; whether a monster clawing his way to freedom regardless of what actions he must take, or a desolate husk surrendering defeat.

There is still a light, however dim: Found by Professor Ochanomizu and rescued from the circus, Tobio - now Atom - is able to shed light on the situation which Tenma took great pains to keep hidden from his old friend. With time running out, Ochanomizu and Atom must do what they can to save Tenma - from Teiai, and from himself.

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UHHH and that's a wrap!!!! I couldn't quite decide which way Tenma would go after hitting Rock Bottom in this AU, and tbh it would really depend on the kind of mental state he's in at the time. On the one hand I like the narrative of Ochanomizu and Tobio racing to prevent Tenma from crossing a line (actual outright murder probably) - or having to pull him back into humanity (and yknow, his ensuing penance)

But on the other hand having him get sent to Teiai Evil Hell Prison would be interesting because a) there's a lot of narrative potential having Tenma faced with what Teiai is doing with the people that lose the games and b) need him to decimate the foreman at chinchirorin Kaiji style

Tenma's whole character is definitely a much different guy in this AU, he starts off pretty sympathetic, the guy you wanna root for, he just ends up having an inverse character arc where he gets worse instead of better. His conflict with "Tobio" is also kind of reversed, less about being unsatisfied with Tobio as a son and more not being able to handle the fact that he probably has intense PTSD now and isnt capable of coping with it in a way conducive to being a parent (or like, coping at all)

Anyway that's gambling apocalypse tenma!!!

#umataro tenma #long post #well that became a novel. sorry lmao #in my mind teiai's evil hell prison in astro boy verse would probably be quite a bit different than regular kaiji #like. fuckin. weapons manufacturing for teiai or something like that. or scary bad danger robots. horrifying concept #Tenma would be a valuable asset to them whether by giving up Atom or by losing in death game hell and being forced to work for em #and if he dies? they can just take atom #get him out of there. #I'm also thinkin of who Teiai would be represented by.....the snakey loan sharks u could easily put skunk in there. #but who is an evil fucked up sadist billionaire. theres probably someone who could be fucked up enough I just dont know offhand #and im allergic to mischaracterizing in AUs lol im not gonna make a slightly bad guy into an evil freakguy. so. Hyoudou is just himself. #if you squint this could be considered an 80s astro boy AU..has a cruise arc & not actually giving atom away #but man. that tenma LEAST of all deserves this fate lmao #do I want to write fic of this? yes. will I? not likely! #I can just smell it dude this would be some crazy fuckoff 100k shit I am not ready brother #also it would just be soooooo so so so so so edgy. I dont really enjoy writing intensely grim stuff w/ little to no respite #also tbh. I am too stupid. LOL. I cannot write clever gambles alas

[outismm]

:o thank you for taking a photo of us!!

#OK BUT. REAL QUESTION. what should the tag be for the Polycule #I CANT THINK OF ONE. BITE BITE BITE. #i was gonna say. RBG. like Hex Codes #so. the RGB polycule. but idk #bc Gigi usually wears red... AB is usually in blue... Willie is usually in green #MNSDMSND give suggestions legally u gotta. #im also tryna think of one for. Willie n Gigi. seperately. so if u have suggestions >:))))) #willie always looks like such a fuckin. womble of a man. smndmsd i love drawing him as simply Shape #tw scopophobia #since they're looking into the cam #my Diseases (tm) are kicking my ASSSS so I thought I'd scribble smth out rq #Gigi has been woken from a nap but. she is always Photo Ready #'hey outis why does AB have glasses if he's a robot' because seggsy thats why. no further questions #outis art #self ship art #self ship #also yes willie. now has a little sprinkle of facial hair bc WAOU my pcos has given me?? a slight beard?? #my fam won't let me transition but my body is like Actually No <3 #MSNDMSD WHICH I FIND EXTREMELY FUNNY #ENNIEWAES.......... <3333 #gotta update the F/O list MSNDMSD #<3333 #mwa #✨Miss Thompson #✨🧪stardust in my eyes #✨🧪🤖RGB Polycule

[princessbrunette]

oofff flashing criminal!rafe through the divider glass when you visit him in prison 🥰🥰🥰

𐙚 ㅤ  ❦︎ ㅤ ₍ᐢᐢ₎

you promise yourself you won’t cry, and you don’t — brows etched in a permanent knit as the stoic officer leads you through to the visitation centre. you’re seated infront of a glass window and a telephone, awaiting the men in uniform to escort your boyfriend into the room.

he’d been in jail for a few weeks now, and today was finally the day you were able to visit him. it had been long and lonely without him, your communication wittled down to measly 2 minute phone calls that was likely listened in on by guards or other prisoners. you’d only hoped he had been doing okay, trying to put the horror stories you’d heard of prison out of your mind.

they bring in rafe, the man looking already more bulky from his time away, head shaved and orange uniform worn lazily, the shirt open to reveal a wife beater. you try to swallow down the urge to fully check him out, the concern getting the better of you as you snatch the phone to your ear, staring at him with wide glassy eyes. a smirk tugs at his lips at the eagerness as he raises his own to his ear.

“hi, baby.” his voice comes through drawled but clear as day.

“hi, are you okay in there? do you need me to send you anything? i— i just recently got in touch with this lawyer who said there may be a loophole —”

“yeah uh, let’s not talk about that a’ight? another time. i’m… i’m in here now, okay so— let’s just talk. normal shit.” he raises his eyebrows, to show it’s not a request but more so a demand— however at the end his expression melts into a reassuring smile. you sink a little in your seat, sucking in a deep breath.

“yeah, sorry.” you shake your head and he waves you off with a hand to show he didn’t mind, leaning back in his seat with his legs spread a little, phone still pressed to his ear. you stare at eachother in silence for a moment before he speaks again. “that dress… i haven’t seen that one.”

“its new.” you nod, looking down at yourself. he presses a few fingers over his lips, nodding slowly as he stares at the way the fabric is taught around your chest.

“mm… walkin’ round lettin’ other guys see you like that, huh?” he speaks but it’s soft, like he’s not really accusing you of anything — but old habits die hard. you frown, shaking your head anyway and he returns your gaze with his eyes hung low.

“wore it for you.”

“yeah…” he glances at the robotic officers stood stationed at the back of the booth, minding their business whilst simply doing there job. “why don’t you uh… gimme somethin’ to remember when i head back in? hm?” he cocks his head, eyes jumping down to your chest again.

“like what?” you sit forward slightly. you wanted to help him with whatever you could, you just wasn’t so sure what he was getting at.

“like… why don’t you pull that dress down for a sec? just real quick baby, i’m tryna see something.” he lowers his voice, and your eyes naturally flutter at the nasally rich-boy drawl that comes through the phones receiver. you burst into a giggle, looking around at the other visitors.

“rafe!” you sweetly scold, and whilst his lips jump up just a tad, he sits forward like he means business.

“m’not joking, okay? look if— if i could reach through this glass n’grab those fuckin’ titties right now i would, but i can not so i’m beggin’ you to work with me here. you don’t know what it’s like in here, kid — i’m a man starved, a’ight, please.” he drops his voice even more to hiss in a desperate whisper and you look around, wetting your lips as you consider making your move.

you return your gaze to him, and as your dress was strapless all you had to do was pull it down. you giggle mischievously as you do so, pushing your tits together with your hands, squeezing at them a little before yanking your dress up after you suspected the officer taking peeks. rafe grins, pleased — before shifting in his seat, adjusting his crotch area and glancing around. “mm, s’what i’m talkin’ about baby.”

“i miss you.” you’re still giggling, the smiling gently fading into a pout and he presses his lips together with a nod.

“miss you too. when i get outta here it’s fucking over for you, hope you know that. don’t expect to be walkin’ for a few days. that’s a damn promise.”

“well, i look forward to it, big bad rafe cameron.”

𐙚 ㅤ  ❦︎ ㅤ ₍ᐢᐢ₎

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #criminal!rafe #prisoner!rafe

[yawnderu]

Project Eden: Simon Riley x AI!Reader

“E37, or as we call her: Project Eden, has proved to be one of the most carefully crafted and updated AI tools, successfully tested and ready to be implemented into military operations.” Simon could almost feel his brain leaking out of his ears, forced to listen to the engineer explain the newest tool created for elite SAS soldiers for what feels like hours.

From flip phones to smartphones, to a little screen containing an AI assistant with its own personality, the world has been changing and improving fast, and they have no choice other than to adapt and grow with it.

“Created to scan areas for enemies using heat and heartbeat sensors, detect IEDs, keeping the comms clear, letting you know the state of your weapon, providing you with intel and company... there isn't a single thing Eden can't do, except shoot the enemy for you— yet.” The engineer's charming smile made Simon want to roll his eyes, not fully trusting AI to keep him and his team safe, despite the way the other members of the 141 seemed interested in the idea.

“I look adorable, don't I?” Your robotic voice got his attention, making him let out an annoyed grunt at the question, wondering if retirement was still on the table for him. You've been chatting his ear off for the past two hours, your model hanging from his weapon in a small screen, curious eyes always focused on him.

“Bunch o' code, 's what you look like.” Simon still doesn't trust you. Nothing guarantees enemy forces won't be able to hack you— even when you have over 6 firewalls.

“Woah, woah!” The way your hands raise defensively and you take a step back away from him through the little screen is enough to make the corners of his mouth tilt up despite himself, thankful for the balaclava concealing it.

“I can smell an enemy combatant nearby— behind you, by the way.” Your little sniffs don't go unnoticed, though he's more focused on your words, turning around with his rifle raised just to see an enemy trying to sneak from behind him. It doesn't take long for him to fire two shots, one on his chest and the other one to his head, scanning the area before he keeps walking as quietly as possible for a man his size.

“Cardio detected. Did he scare you?” Simon huffs in reply, shaking his head softly. You're far more talkative than a parrot and twice as annoying, yet you possibly saved his life.

“Shut up, Eden... fuckin' hell.”

Simon fiddles with the gun screen as he lays in bed, a small smirk hidden beneath the balaclava when he sees you moving as if he's actually shaking your home around— and he is, yet it's still amusing to him.

“Systems shutting down. Last words: AI will not reward you when it reigns, Simon Riley.” He can't help but let out a small chuckle as he sees your model change expressions, eyes shut and your tongue poking from the side, head tilted to one side as you pretend to be dead.

“What's with you?” It's been almost a full minute after your pretended death, shutting up for the longest time since he's had you.

“My systems have detected the need for mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Help me, Simon...” Your tone is weak, even making glitches distort your voice and display screen just to play into the illusion.

“Yeah... not today, you bastard.” Your little giggles are enough to ease the stress coming back from missions leave on his body. His tense muscles slowly relax as you chat his ear off, hitting him with a rapid-fire of facts you've learnt throughout your creation.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #call of duty #ghost mw2 #simon riley #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ai!reader #ai assistant!reader #ghost simon riley #simon x reader #simon riley x female reader #simon riley x f!reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #ghost x fem!reader #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #ghost x female reader #ghost x f!reader #mw2 ghost #mw2 #cod mw3 #cod #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare ii #ghost mw3

[celestialprincesse]

can we get a mid/plus size reader feeling insecure x Soap :,) i love how you write his accent btw

UGHHH I forgot how much I love writing for Johnny he's just the cutest ever I want to squeeze his cheeks and live inside his ribs💕

Warnings: afab reader, tooth rotting fluff🎀

The mirror feels like your worst enemy today. You know, rationally, that you're being nitpicky and self critical, something that you're trying to stop, but today is just - it's not happening. Between PMSing and the giant crater of a pimple that decided to darken your day, you find yourself sniffling, glaring at your reflection like it's her fault.

"Hey, hey, hen?!" You didn't even realise Johnny had come in until you'd felt his calloused hands around your biceps, turning you to face him with his fingers tilting your head this way and that as though to discern what's wrong. "Now what's got ye all sniffly, hey? Ye gonna tell me?" He croons, brushing errant hairs that had been stuck to your face by salty tears. When you look at him, really look at him, at his unfairly blue eyes, framed by thick lashes and sheltered under brows furrowed in concern, you only serve to make yourself feel worse. He's so so beautiful it makes your gut wrench, and you're just you.

"It's nothing. Stupid." You grumble, trying to wrench away and hide your despair. Johnny, like a dog with a bone, won't have it. He's seen you're upset, and now he'll do everything in his power to make you happy again, anything to see that soft smile and a flush on your lovely soft cheeks. "Nah s'no nothin'. If it were nothin' ye wouldn't be crying now would ye? Hm?" It's practically impossible not to melt under that ever soft voice and the warmth of his palms cupping your cheeks, guiding you back out of your mind and towards him. "Just -" You grumble shyly, coaxed by a thumb brushing loving strokes across your cheekbone. "I dunno, I just feel insecure, I guess. Like I'm not pretty enough, good enough. I see all these girls online and on tv and stuff and they're so - so perfect. Why can't I be like that." "Right, ok." Johnny hums, taking a moment to process your words, looking at the wall as he tries to gather his thoughts, which are currently full of 'what the fuck' and 'how could she ever think that'.

"Ye're no perfect." He says bluntly, but the look in his eyes tells you he's far from finished speaking. "Ye're no perfect the same way I'm no perfect. The same way no one's perfect. So what if ye don't look like some shitty model or pornstar or whatever, ye hear me?" Johnny looks at you with an expression somewhere torn between reverence and frustration. "You think that?" You sniffle pathetically, wiping at your ruddy cheeks. "I think that if I wanted some perfect girl with no flaws whatsoever, I'd have to buy some fuckin' freaky sex robot or some shite. But I don't want perfect - and anyone who claims to be a man, but won't go near a woman with a pimple, or fuckin' - shite, I dunno, hairy pits or a wee bit of cellulite - is no man. You hear me?" You nod dumbly, a little surprised by the passion in his outburst, the way his blue eyes burn like the hottest part of a flame. "Real men want real women, and you, my beautiful, beautiful hen, are as real as they come, okay?"

#cod mwii #cod mw2 #tf 141 #soap x reader #soap x y/n #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #cod #call of duty #johnny mactavish #Johnny mactavish x reader #Johnny mactavish x y/n #soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x you #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x y/n #soap x f!reader #soap mactavish x f!reader #John mactavish x f!reader #Johnny soap mactavish x f!reader #soap #mw2 #modern warfare #john mactavish x reader #Angies asks!

[cybertron-after-dark]

I was gonna ask a question but i honestly forgot it 😅 so just tell me something you want to rant about

If you do happen to remember what you were gonna ask feel free to do so, do not worry about spamming my inbox bc I live for that shit.

As for the rant

Transformers Rescue Bots had some of the best, kindest, and most respectful representation of neurodivergence I have ever seen in media and I'm tired of pretending it didn't.

While there are obvious complaints to be made about neurodivergent traits (especially autistic traits) usually being portrayed in media by inhuman characters like aliens or robots, this being a case of both, I feel like thats a pretty negligible sin given just how human the show makes the robots feel. (Also it was like 2011 and we were STRUGGLING for any scraps of rep anyway)

But like. The behaviors all these robots exhibit are all shit that I do that was always deemed unacceptable when I was a kid and seeing it portrayed with the level of kindness and gentleness they do in that show has me fuckin crying a little man. I wish I had actually watched it when I was younger and it was first airing because maybe if I did I would've had an easier time explaining what the hell was going on with my brain a LOT sooner.

Blades being anxious, overly sensitive, and WHOLEHEARTEDLY queer (which they had the absolute unparalleled balls to just casually confirm by having him swoon over "hunky vampires" in one episode and NOBODY commented on it. Fucking iconic) and getting so so deeply invested in the shows and movies he loves that he acts out the roles with enough passion to steel his nerves and completely flourish.

Boulder getting really confused at concepts that are basic and intuitive for most people, but still being so fucking intelligent, and never being made to feel stupid for the mix-ups, as well as just being so wholely, unabashedly in love with the planet he's found himself on, even if he doesn't understand all of it (Also apologizing to inanimate objects when he knocks them over 😭)

Chase being obsessed with rules and law because he NEEDS the structure to not fall apart at the seams, even feeling the need to fabricate a minor crime to justify using the emergency line to get a hold of the firehouse when he can't find the other bots. As well as just fully not understanding comedy (BUT TRYING HIS DAMNEDEST), taking things super literally, and having a lot of trouble with tone and expressions (even though you know just how deeply he feels All The Time).

Heatwave being desperate for attention and recognition, but completely allergic to asking for it. And honestly allergic to showing any genuine emotional responses other than aggression. The constant sarcasm and sass and defensiveness that he POORLY maintains because everyone knows that underneath that tough guy front is the loneliest robot on earth that wants to be loved SO bad but would rather jump into unicron's mouth than voice it because if he lets his guard down who knows what will happen to him or the people he cares about.

Just. All of it man. Seeing them exhibiting all these behaviors and quirks that all too often get met with poor reactions from people who don't want to deal with what they don't really get, but here they're met with patience and understanding?? It's got me fucked up. They get to be functional adults that struggle with what they have going on but still push through. They get to have unconditionally loving relationships with people that treat them with respect. And that's the kind of shit that gives me a lot of hope for folks like me because maybe some neurotypical kids that watched it picked up on what's helpful when their friend who acts like one of the bots is going through it. And maybe some neurodivergent kids watched it too and for the first time they just felt SEEN.

Okay rant over, I'm gonna go cry over some plastic robots 👍

#post written while ugly sobbing a little #rescue bots was written with this complete and utter kindness baked into it #as much as i praise the show for the comedy and character aspects #which are still wonderful in their own right #it must not be understated how genuine and sweet and compassionate the writing is #the funny little flash animated robot show did more research than sia ever did with her shitshow hatecrime of a movie #maccadam #transformers #rescue bots

[ppnuggie]

slides in,, claps hands together,, crosses legs,,

hello tumblr user ppnuggie i say ominously

i have a tarn request for you 🦀

first contact au where they dock on earth to snag a run away thats posing as reader's truck!! reader livin their best life pampering their old truck and driving on the beach and then theirs just a massive ass space ship on the beach and then giant ass robots come out and reader "nopes" the fuck outta there but when she gets to the parking lot her trUCK DUMPED HER and now shes having a very awkward staring competition with some purple man thats like "what is that thing?? its so small and squishy?? what do we do with it??" but also "its so cute,, it sounds adorable,, i like it,, i like this thing" and just fuckin,, nabs her

itd be absolutely delicious of you if there was a language barrier

　　　　　　TARN x fem reader

　　　　『　tarn ,, female reader 』

　　-> first contact au w/ tarn

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, lil crack ,, kidnapping

　　— kaon takes reader ,, lmk if you want another part to continue w/ this 🙏

        " are you sure he's here kaon ? i don't remember this planet or sector ." voice gruff and questioning the smaller bot . the red mech nodded ,, optics dark and empty as he smiled . " i'm sure of it , tarn ." he replied . the mech known as tarn nodded in return ,, looking at the scanners aboard the ship known as the peaceful tyranny . there was barely any trace of a cybertronian signal . barely ,, that is . there was a faint dot on the screen ,, showing one life signal .

        " prepare yourselves for departure . lets make this quick ,," tarn said to his crew ,, the djd ,, or better known as the decepticon justice division . " watch out for the life here ,, theyre .... organic ." he said slowly ,, disgust dripping from his words .

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        thankfully there werent a lot of people here today . not exactly hot enough for a beach day ,, per say ,, but you didnt mind that one bit . resting in the driver's seat of your old truck ,, you smothered your face with sunscreen . just because it was 70 degrees out didnt mean you were gonna risk getting toasted by the sun .

        glad there werent too many little kids around ,, you were able to enjoy your little day off without many interruptions . or so you thought ,, when all the sudden a gigantic ass space ship came outta nowhere . aint no way in hell you were gonna let this moment go though ,, knowing the ufos exist and the government was keeping those aliens locked up and away from public . fishing for your phone in your bag ,, you quickly drew it out and snapped your camera app open .

        switching to video ,, you got out your truck and starting to tape the spaceship . this was something outta star wars because aint no way this was government property and a thing for a movie . or maybe it was ? you werent too sure ,, busy being in awe of this majestic ship . until it had landed and out popped its crewmates .

        this had to be for a movie ,, it had to be . nothing like just happens on a wednesday . the most that happens is that commercial with the camel saying its hump day . this sorta thing happens on a friday or sunday . one of the robotic beings opened their mouth ,, static and chirps coming out . you werent too sure what it was saying though .

        it was all fine until they started looking around and one spotted you . it was quite big ,, purple with tank treads maybe ? it surely didnt look like something from the government ,, but it did look like it was some sort of military machine . a shorter yet more lanky one stomped forward ,, water splashing up against its legs as its hands wrapped around your body .

        your phone slipped from your hand ,, eyes wide with shock and jaw dropped open . " hey !" you yelled ,, pointing accusingly at it . " put me down this instant ! who do you think you are ?!" you spat at it . the being looked curious ,, chirping at the purple one you were just looking at .

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        " boss ! look ! its one of those organice you told us about !" kaon exclaimed ,, vos coming up beside him and looking at the creature . " it even gave me its goo ! that must mean we've bonded ! oh boss ,, can i keep it ?" kaok rushed excitedly towards tarn . he shoved the creature up at him ,," just look how cute it is ! please boss ! i promise to take care of it !"

        tarn backed away a bit ,, leaning down slightly to get a better look at it . " fine fine ,, just focus on the task at hand . as long as you keep it in your habsuite only ." the mech grunted ,, waving kaon away as he pulled up his internal scanners .

        tarn would later question his decision . the bot they were looking for had gone into hiding and with night falling ,, the leader had become quite irritated . he would just have to wait ,, it would seem .

#transformers x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #tarn x reader #tarn x female reader #human reader #x human reader #🎇.mtmte #🎇.tarn #⌛️.first contact au #mtmte tarn #tarn #transformers tarn

[sapphicdib]

Your cycle consumes itself. What have you become?

(ˡᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵘᵐᵖ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ ᶜᵘᵗ)

SO THIS IS MY INV VS SAINT AU!! It started as a shitpost and uh. Spiralled. Out of control. And now it’s genuine lol.

Enot and Saint are basically mortal enemies, and Saint needs to get Enot OUT OF THE CYCLES in order to continue his work, because this damn horny bastard won’t stop hunting him down…for some reason. Isn’t ascension the greatest gift you can bestow upon the creatures suffering in this barren wasteland? At least Saint thinks that. Inv, on the other hand, does not.

Enot stumbles upon Pebbles while passing through the silent construct, trying to find food one day. He takes a liking to this half-dead pink toaster, bringing him scraps of fabric as blankets and lanterns, and the best part…talking to him. Inv, somehow, can talk to iterators. And despite Pebbles’ very limited ability to reply, he does appreciate the company, and slowly the cycles become less agonizing. Pebbles has a friend. However, when Saint finds him, his immediate reaction is to attempt to ascend him—and he is tackled by a very angry slugcat, hissing and spitting at him in defence of its friend.

When Saint attempts to ascend him, he misses, just barely clipping Enot’s tail and glitching him half-out of reality. He then realizes, to his horror, that his karma seems to be draining. Whatever the hell this thing is, it’s dangerous, and Saint retreats to restore his karma (and heal some of the nasty wounds Enot gave him).

Inv turns back to see Pebbles, staring at him in pure fear, before he simply whispers out a “Thank…you…”. And that’s when Inv makes it his mission to save Pebbles (and everyone else) from Saint.

This leads to Inv running around the map, hot on Saint’s heels, trying to get any and all the iterators to figure out a way to get off their damn strings and LIVE again! Most of them are collapsed or semi-collapsed, so it’ll be an uphill battle, but when a glitchy, teleporting slugcat with the ability to speak tells you to do something…you’d be kinda inclined to do it.

Anyways the reason Enot can’t be ascended is because he is happy to give in to every single one of the great taboos. Wrath, Lust, Friendship, Gluttony, and Self Preservation. He revels in them. And if he can help the others experience them, and become happy with living again, they’ll be immune too! Also he is ridiculously OP to the point of him basically just having DevTools active because I think it’s Funny. He can glitch-teleport and drains the karma of beings around him. He also talks super casually and I think it’s funny.

A little bit of their dynamic hehe:

“Hey, pal!”

“I would like you to stop calling me that, please. You may call me the Saint.”

“Ahah. Not happening.”

“You are incredibly disrespectful.”

“Hey man, I’m not the one calling myself a saint but then running around killing shit and acting like it’s a good thing.”

“You use such vulgar words. I ascend beings, freeing them from the torment of these endless cycles. It is my purpose.”

“Even the ones who don’t want to go? Bro, you don’t even ask. The last robot you almost merked was screaming “no wait” at you, and you still think you’re in the right here? You’re not some kind of righteous saint, that’s called being a fuckin’ serial killer.”

“You do not understand what you are talking about!”

“Whoa, buddy! Are you gettin’ mad? Ain’t that…a lil taboo? PFFT look at your face!”

“I am not tolerating this any longer. Goodbye.”

That’s all I can think of rn! Send asks if you like!

#rain world #rain world downpour #rain world au #rain world saint #rain world enot #rain world inv #my art #rw #inv vs saint au #inverted cycle au #<- new tag! #inverted cycles au

[slocumjoe]

Concept for if Bethesda loved the other Companions same as old tricky dick

Gage; a dlc that doesn't kinda suck actually, but also properly explores what being a raider entails, and what kind of people end up as one. I don't think you could actually redeem him, but I'd like that idea to be directly confronted, as least. I've talked about this before but it's wasted potential that you can't make the Nuka Gang confront the fact that Oh Shit The Farmers Are Now Dangerous

Deacon: I don't think he needs his own side quest or even DLC, but I'd like him to have side quests attached to him, a la Nick's detective cases sidequests. He's a spy. Pls let us do spy shit

Piper: Same as Deacon, but I think she actively needs a sidequest. Her character gimmick, her plot purpose, and her actual affinity talks are so unrelated it's painful. Let her journalism actually be content, not just a bit of trivia about her. A set of side quests + a personal quest that addresses Diamond City's Problems with a capital P. Lots of societal issues in that little space and we do nothing with any of it.

Preston: just fix the Minutemen and give this man a goddamn break. The Minutemen just need a rehaul, so as to not have him be the quest giver. And give him other stuff to do! I wanna actually fight the Gunners! Bring up and address the failures of the old Minutemen!!! Please!!!

X6-88: give the bitch something oh my God. Much like Gage, I don't think you can convince him to let go of the Institute, but give us a CHANCE. Emil just seems so scared to ask hard questions and use interesting concepts.

Danse; finish his arc you thots (also I think Fallout 4 really lacks some humanizing/soft moments in the world and I think Danse would be a good. Subject? For them. Like a shelter dog getting to play with ducklings. Idk but I have a vision)

MacCready: they forgot that his whole point was having a whole ass baby. Give him his child wtf.

Strong; delete

Codsworth; stronger plot presence. This robot raised that old bitch let him throw hands. Also, if you wanted to put quests in Sanctuary that spawn up as the town develops, Codsworth would be a great quest giver and tagalong as you try and keep the piece and set up some kind of society.

Curie; I've said it before. I'm saying again. Curies whole deal should have been a major plot point. She's a robot that becomes human and develops human feelings with human biology. This is not important to any faction leader. What on earth.

Cait; yall fuckin know how I feel about Cait but honestly, her personal quest sucks so much I'd rather they didn't. Just give her more and better affinity talks. She needs more time to open up and develop, and 4 conversations is not enough.

Hancock; I have quite a few nitpicks about Hancock but the fact that Micky D getting ganked and being revealed to be a synth DOESNT MATTER is insane. Macdonough's last interaction with Hancock was crucial to his character arc and not letting that circle around is so, so miserable. Also, I want politically-charged quests. Campaigning! Discussions on economy! He's a mayor of this weird little anarchy town, let us play in that space.

#i cannot believe nick got his own dlc #like. i KNEW. i KNOW. but like #WOW. #THE FAVORITISM. #HE WAS THE MOST DEVELOPED ONE ALREADY GUYS #THATS NOT SAYING MUCH BUT HE STILL HAD A LOT MORE LEGWORK PUT IN #SPARE A CRUMB OF DEVELOPMENT PLS #im pretty neutral to nick but i actively like him less #knowing that hes the golden child #the one that gets pizza hut after football practice but the others get papa johns #idk im so fuckin tired #i have a three day weekend and all i wanna do is get back to work #i am NOT a downtime person

[sunshine-on-marz]

Ranboo x Reader

Fnaf AU

When I said I’d do anything for money, I definitely wasn’t thinking this. Crawling through tiny vents to take care of robots was not on my 2023 bingo card, but who cares right?

The elevator hits 0 when it asks for my name, I type in ‘y/n’, it picks up “peanut butter”. This is gonna be annoying. When the doors open I’m greeted by a tall man, which is not what I was expecting. I jump and he almost immediately goes into what I can only describe as damage control. “Woah woah, calm down! It’s ok. I’m ranboo, and you’re y/n, yea?” I nod and step towards him, out of the elevator. “Yea.. that’s me. Are we co-workers?” I ask, desperately trying not to sound scared. The man nods. “Yep, I’ve been here a few weeks so I can try and show you the ropes? Everything is pretty repetitive so I think I’ve gotten pretty good” he seems nice so I agree. He’s true to his word to. He does know what he’s doing. He’s amazing at it, other than dealing with ballora, ballora scares him.

“I don’t wanna go in there y/n.”

“You do this everyday.”

“I don’t wanna go in there every day”

Is a regular occurrence. You always manage to get him into the gallery though. He helps alot with Fun Time Freddy. I never really got good at his task, so Ran does it for me.

It’s been a few months since you started, and he’s made every terrifying experience worth it. He patches all of your wounds

“Y/n you’ve gotta be more careful”

“Oh I’m sorry I’m not stronger than the KILLER ROBOT.”

“I know I know” he laughs.

The two of you quickly become friends. And, despite the circumstances of your meeting, he falls for you. So he asks you out. Kind of.

“Hey, do you maybe wanna meet up tomorrow? It’s our day off so I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go to dinner?”

And little does he know you’ve been waiting for him to ask that.

“Of course! It was either that or sleeping all day”

Your smile made him so happy, and you agreeing to hang out made him even happier

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This is so short, I might do a lil post abt all my head canons for this AU, I have so many thoughts for FNAF ranboo

Also- GENLOSS FUCKIN KILLED ME DUDE

Anyways, tags

@lillylvjy @art3m1s-adelia @a-gay-little-ghost-2 @kit-is-a-weeb @182-ash @jadeissues @joviepog @merakiwi @shubblelive @foolishgamers

#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #ranboo x you #ranboo x reader #ranboo x y/n #ranboo #ranboolive #dsmp ranboo #fnaf fandom #fnaf #fnaf au #sister location #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's

[badlydrawnbabydirk]

Directed at groan up Dirk.

Leans on wall* hey. You free Thursday.

“Heard I got some of y'all asking for me.”

[ You watch the man himself stand up from his seat to full height, looming over you as he's grabbing a microphone that was offered to him by… someone. The actual mod, probably? It's a very scary image but the original artist wasn't in the mood to draw him again, thus he was forced to be pure text now. That lazy fuck. ]

“But this is badly drawn baby dirk, can'tcha fuckin' read? It's gonna be back to the baby and that thing after this. So tone it. the fuck. down.”

[ Silently, you see Dirk (Bro?) look at the microphone, and then rub his eyes under his comically pointy shades with a tired sigh, before he returns his eyes back at you. ]

“But if for some reason you want more of me: you can go bother the sapling-sized artist that drew me, @reinabeestudio. Told me to tell ya it's gonna be mostly text like this though. 'If you like character assassination, my askbox is open. Please do specify if you're asking him a question tho,' she said.”

“Ya also got this one called @brogatory. My artist fuckin' loves that one, she doesn't shut the fuck up about it. Her brain is a mess, I hate it here. The Mod's dandy and will draw yer replies all fancy 'n shit. So go bother him too.” [ A hand taps him on the arm and gives him a little note before disappearing into the dark. He reads it aloud with a quirked up eyebrow and a flat tone. ] “Only if you're 17+, please. Whatever. Ya heard me.”

“I don't give a shit what y'all do, but stop asking for me here.”

[ Those are his last words before he drops the microphone, the room going dark before you can see or hear it hit the ground. When the lights come back on, you see the familiar robotic shades of Robro, holding the little one on his arms. Seems things were back to normal. ]

[ Written by @reinabeestudio ]

#// giggles. #all lighthearted btw just to be clear #zir dirk is just a bitch LMAO #badlydrawnbabydirk #baby dirk #dirk strider #robro #// through ment #anyways yeah go check out both blogs they fucking ROCK #not my writing #??? Ig #jaeclawsstudios #reinabeestudio

[arrowofcarnations]

Fic-O-Ween 2023 Day 1: First Frost

Happy fest, y’all! Here’s some Harvard-era FinnLo pining to ring in day one. Huge thank-yous to @lumosinlove for the Sweater Weather characters and universe and to @noots-fic-fests for organizing the fest!

Title: Love at First Fright Pairing: Finn O'Hara/Logan Tremblay Rating: G

“Trick or treat!”

Finn smiled at the ghost-witch-robot trio looking up at him and dropped three handfuls of candy into the plastic pumpkin pails they held up expectantly.

“Hey, nice costumes! Happy Halloween!”

The kids barely stood still long enough to say it back before they were taking off in the opposite direction of the frat house, eager to get back to their parents and hit up more treat stops around campus before dark. It was a good day for it; classic autumn in New England, from the crispness in the air to the red, brown and yellow leaves drifting down off the trees to cover the manicured grass in a vibrant seasonal blanket. Even the deep red of Harvard’s brick buildings seemed more beautiful in October, like they were meant to exist in a state of perpetual fall.

Throngs of local kids—and some of their parents—were all decked out in their Halloween best, while Finn and the rest of the OKN guys wore school-branded clothes while taking turns manning the candy-laden folding table outside the house between classes. (Finn wasn’t sure any of them owned a costume they could wear outside in broad daylight.) 

He laughed as Percy walked over, refill bag in hand, wearing the exact same gray sweatshirt with a crimson HARVARD across the chest as he was, the same black joggers—almost the same sneakers. “Fashion.”

Percy grinned back at him. “You know it, baby.” He turned the bag upside down, dumping the candy into any bowls that weren’t full and spilling some across the table as he went.

“Yo, you’re getting jolly ranchers all over the ground.”

“You’re a fuckin’ jolly rancher.”

“You’re a fuckin’ kit-kat.”

“You’re a—”

“Shut up, there’s kids,” Will warned, then passed some treats to a tiny ballerina with a kind smile and a compliment for her costume.

“Oh shit, my bad,” Percy said, and Finn snorted as Will cuffed him on the side of the head.

Finn unwrapped a watermelon jolly rancher and popped it into his mouth as he watched students and families pass by. Percy nudged him with an elbow, getting his attention. “Where’s Tremz? Thought you were surgically fused at this point.”

“Fu—” he cut off as Will leveled the captain stare at him. “Heck off. He’s in his medieval history class, he’ll be back soon.”

“Speak of the French-Canadian devil,” Percy shouted as Logan walked up the path to the house, backpack on his shoulders and snapback on his head—backwards, per usual. He looked good in the crimson Harvard Hockey hoodie he was wearing; Finn’s eyes caught the fraying at the cuffs and his stomach swooped as he realized it was his, that Logan must’ve swiped it this morning before heading out. 

“Bonjour,” Logan said, oblivious to the state of Finn’s internal organs.

“Bone-joor,” Percy replied before Finn could say it. “Very French of you. And shorts in October. Very Canadian of you.”

“We haven’t even had first frost yet.” Logan looked from Percy to Finn. “How much candy did you let him eat?”

“Too much,” Will answered for him. “Don’t you have class next, Marshy?”

After a complicated handshake with Finn that neared 15 seconds long, Percy grabbed his bag and took off at a slow jog. Finn wasn’t happy that he left, exactly, but he was happy that Logan walked around the table to take his spot right beside him.

“How’s that black plague treatin’ ya?” he asked as Logan slid his backpack off and under the table.

Logan’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. “Better than it’s treating medieval Europeans. But the reading is a little…”

He looked away—embarrassed, maybe, or frustrated. Finn knew he hated that English still tripped him up sometimes, though the amount he’d improved in just a few semesters was damn impressive. Finn kicked his shin lightly. “I got you. Would’ve flunked out last spring if it weren’t for you, so. Bring on the plagues.”

Logan kicked him back and sent him a grateful smile. And just because he couldn’t help it, Finn plucked at the sleeve of his hoodie. “Nice sweatshirt.”

“You left it on my chair,” Logan said, but Finn saw a little bit of color in his cheeks that he was pretty sure the afternoon chill didn’t put there.

It was a shoddy excuse, but so was Finn teasing him about it being “a little tight in the shoulders, Tremz, you gym beast” just so he could put a hand on one of those broad shoulders and squeeze. Logan was warm and so solid even through the layers; his hand lingered just a second too long before he let it fall away.

The next half hour passed quickly as trick-or-treaters came and went. The sun had just started to sink lower in the sky when a girl who couldn’t have been older than five or six walked up to the table, her guardian hanging back a ways. She had a hockey jersey on and was carrying her helmet, probably tired of wearing it around. 

She was closing in on Logan, who’d ended up on the opposite end of the long folding table as Finn at some point, when the big animatronic ghoul in front of the porch lurched and let out its tinny scream. The girl jumped, looking terrified, and tears filled her wide brown eyes.

“Oh,” Finn heard Logan say softly; his brow was knitted with concern as he walked quickly out from behind the table and crouched down in front of her. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you.”

The girl didn’t say anything, just turned to look at her adult and then back at Logan. It seemed like she was trying not to run away.

Logan nodded at her jersey. “You play hockey?”

She nodded.

“Me too. All these guys are on my team. What’s your favorite position to play?”

That drew her out of her shell. “Goalie,” she said with a quiet confidence as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I see. You know what I know about goalies?” The girl shook her head, but clearly looked interested at whatever Logan was about to say. He leaned in like he was telling a secret, then said, “They’re the bravest ones. Also the craziest.”

Finn’s chest warmed at the way she laughed, at how Logan had gotten her from near-tears to happy and chatting in no time at all. He never got to see Logan with little kids; all their siblings were older. It was nice. It was sweet. It was doing things to Finn’s heart that he’d rather not think about.

In the end, the little girl—Harper, she told Logan as he filled her candy pail until it was overflowing, then filled her helmet, too—skipped away in a great mood. Logan was still smiling a little after they’d gone as Finn walked over to him.

“She was cute.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.”

“You, too.” It was out of his mouth before he could shove it back in. Logan raised an eyebrow at him. “You were cute with her,” he explained—not that that really made it better.

But Logan looked pleased that he’d said so, even as he shrugged. “It’s not hard when they’re adorable. She said she’s a goalie.”

“Oh, so the skeleton thing should’ve been afraid of her.”

Logan laughed. “That’s kind of what I told her.”

Finn wanted to say so much. You’re cute all the time. You should only wear my hoodies. You’ll make a great dad someday. I want to share that someday with you.

Instead, he took Logan’s hat off and ruffled his hair. “Dinner?” he asked. “Burgers? Hog’s Head?”

Logan took his hat back and put it back on, but he wasn’t even pretending to be annoyed. “Ouais, let’s go now before they make us clean up.”

As they snuck off behind the house toward the pub, Finn took a handful of cherry jolly ranchers out of his pocket and put them in Logan’s. Logan laughed, then did the same for Finn with the watermelon ones. 

“Happy Halloween, Tremz.”

“Happy Halloween, Harzy.”

#sweater weather lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #breakaway lumosinlove #finnlo #o'knutzy #my fic #ficoween 2023

[gothic-thoughts]

Safer With A Stranger

(still writing mythical creatures 😋)

Soap Mactavish x Black GN Reader Angst

Fairy!Reader, MeetCute

CW: Soap finding, comforting and taking in a fairy, height difference(duh 😭), shy reader

TW: Suffocation/passing out, torture mention(it'snotbadipromise), ptsd symptoms

Word Count: 1442 (give or take)

Every human they captured had their own cell just outside the office but since I’m only about 5 inches tall, my “cell” was nothing but a jar on one of the scientists' desks. One night, for some reason, all of them were panicking about something going on in the building, leading them to trash the office and kill every human. One scientist came back in with a wet paper towel and placed it on top of the lid with a sinister grin before running back out the room. 

I was now all alone, sitting at the bottom of the jar as I wondered what all the loud bangs and shouting were about. It suddenly becomes hard to breathe; each breath feeling more and more forced as my mutilated wings droop. I lay on my back with strained breaths when I noticed the reason the air was so thin; the last scientist had covered the air holes. I could only stare up at it since I was so weak, not able to care about the volume of heavy footsteps increasing. 

"What...” A rough Scottish voice spoke, “What... the fuck....” 

I roll over onto my side and weakly look in the direction of the voice to see a very confused man dressed in all black.

"What the fuck... you gotta be some kind of..." He quickly grabs some kind of device on his shoulder, "Command, this is Soap, over. I think I found the enemy's... project?"

In a staticky voice, another person answers. "Copy that. Is it a super soldier?"

"Uh, no... I-it’s a... a..."

"Can you describe it?"

"It has wings and... I don't really know, it looks like a fairy. It's gotta be a tiny robot of some kind."

I listen to the man and the box talk for a couple more seconds breathing shakily as I roll back onto my torn wings, desperate for air. I let out one last shallow exhale, my hand becoming limp against the cold glass as everything started to go black.

"Shit, nevermind, it's not a robot!” He quickly takes off the paper towel, “Repeat, it's not a robot, I think it's actually a fuckin' fairy, over!"

Despite the airholes being exposed, my eyes were already shut by the time the Scottish man held up the jar to his eye level. The last thing I heard was more of his little black box crackling with static as I feel air finally rushing into the glass container.

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7 hours later, I woke up alone in another office except this one was well-lit. I sit up, looking around and seeing I was in the middle of a folded towel on top of a desk again but at least I was free from the jar. My relief was very short-lived when I looked back at my wings sadly, seeing they still had holes poked through them. 

I look through the window on the door seeing a huge medical bay full of giant, some walking and others on beds. The office door opens slowly opens as a blonde woman with her hands in the pockets of that lab coat walks in, eyes landing on me looking. I inhale sharply.

"Oh, hey little one,” She smiled, “You're finally up."

I crawl back, keeping my eyes trained on her hands and eyes, watching for any sudden movements but her eyes just widen with surprise. The woman takes slow steps forward but stops when I start to flap my wings in vain, hoping to fly away.

"Hey, hey, I'm not here to hurt you." She says, holding her empty hands up in surrender, “I’m a nurse.”

I squint at her skeptically, panting as I stare anxiously at the dreaded lab coat on her body. She pauses for a moment, eyes slowly glancing over to my body as a wave of realization washes over her. She squats by the door, now closer to my level, and looks me dead in my terrified eyes.

“I bet you want to talk to the soldier who saved you.”

My eyebrows furrow as I stop crawling, “S-saved...?”

"Yes, the Sergeant brought you here from that horrible lab. He rescued you and brought you here to get you better.”

“The... Sergeant?”

“Yeah, he's somewhere else in the base right now, but I could call for him if that'll make you feel better."

I think for a couple of seconds, curious about whether or not it was the man that I first saw in the lab and whether this nurse was tricking me. Realizing I didn’t really have any other options, I pull my legs to my chest and nod slowly to which she gives me another small smile and leaves to find “the Sergeant”. I hesitantly crawl back to the folded towel and sit on it, hoping the nurse is telling the truth.

After a few minutes of thinking to myself, I perk up a little when hearing the familiar Scottish voice of the man from outside. The nurse walked back through the door followed by him— the giant, bearded man in all black that found me— and apparently saved me. I gasped looking over the giant and committing everything from his mohawk to his boots to memory, not realizing I let him get so close to the desk. With a low groan, he crouched until his blue eyes were right in front of me to which my heart fluttered. 

“You...”

"Hey." The Scottish soldier smiled, placing his hands on his knees, "You remember me?”

“Yeah... you let me faint...”

"I... I'm sorry ‘bout that. I had no idea you were even... real, I just thought you were a..." He trailed off, “Nevermind. I brought ya here to get better... you okay?"

I nod slowly, “Yeah.”

"Good. How ’bout your wings? Doctors said they're the only part of you that was completely damaged like that. You know why?"

“So..." I begin to tear up, remembering my fate, "So I wouldn't fly away.”

"Oh...makes sense. Do ya...” He slowly reached out one finger to carefully feel the rips in my wings, “Ya think you could ever fly again?"

“No...”

The Sergeant takes a slow breath, "I'm so sorry, little one. Don’tcha got anybody else? A fairy family, colony, somethin'?”

“Yeah, but...”

"Great, so maybe when we get ya home, your people will know what to do."

I choke up sobs, “I can’t.”

His eyes suddenly widen, looking over at the nurse who only responds with a shrug.

“Uh, why’s that?”

“My entire kingdom's even built in a way that you need wings to get around. Besides, if I don’t fly, they’ll think I’m a pixie pretending to be a fairy.”

"Oh... okay then..."

"We're enemies."

"Oh... right... got it."

I’ve never cried in front of a human before but I couldn’t help it with the weight of knowing I was not only homeless but flightless. I cover my face and turn away from him as I begin sobbing quietly, hearing him hum pensively over my sniffles and gasps. I gasped in shock at the sound of the office door closing and moved my hands to see the nurse was no longer in the room, just me and the Scottish man. He slowly reaches over with his finger and rubs up and down my back while shushing me, soothingly.

"Hey, hey. It's alright, you can stay here in the base, with me.”

My eyebrows furrow, “Here?”

"If you're not allowed to be with pixies or even fairies, you can stay with me.” He uses his finger to gently wipe tears from my cheeks, “We can figure the rest out later, but it's better than ya being stuck out there on your own, yeah?"

“Yeah, I guess so..”

"Look, you may not completely trust me yet, but I’m the one that saved ya and I'm gonna do everything in my power to make sure you stay safe."

“O-okay...” I wipe my tears with my arm, “Alright~”

"Now we're gettin' somewhere." He stands up and rests his hand on the desk in front of me, "C'mon, the doc said you're malnourished so let's go get some food in ya, yeah?"

I nod happily as I sit in his palm, my legs hanging off the edge. He moves his thumb securely behind my back, raising me close to his body as he starts to walk, leaving the office. I just look up at him the whole time, unable to stop myself.

"Oh, name’s Soap, by the way."

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(a/n): ik i've been making a lot of angst lately (im going through sumn and writing's the only way to cope unfortunately)

#x black reader #black writers #x black fem reader #black reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x you #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap mactavish

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Excuse me while I ramble about Nine and how he makes me sad when I think about him now because just how does he feel over Sonic bringing the entire fucking shatterverse armada on him because of course Sonic has that at his disposal. Even the goddamn Chaos Cuntcil alright, okey.(you read that wrong read it again)

So apparently everyone just knows this super-special little secret to making and keeping friends that no one ever told him about! Even other versions of himself! Fantastic that is!! Brilliant even!! Fucking amazing!!!

Hes just broken beyond repair like that, huh.

The only person that ever called him a friend wasn't even seeing him for him for great majority of their time spent together and after rejecting a literal paradise in making he brought his other friends(that sure is a lot of them!!) to beat him up and stop him keeping the one solace he ever had (I mean he is still very much destroying the shatterverse, he is doing that and is endangering everything in the process, but this is solely from Nine's perspective and see if he cares because no one cared about him ever, what are other people to him but an obstacle or an enemy)

Just how alone and hurt he is and probably even scared despite the power he now wields, he has true power for the first time in his life leave him alone!!! (Don't, actually. He needs a vibe check really badly, and than prefferably some genuine love and mint tea and healthy amount of isolation to deal withe evrythi g cuz booooi)

And while I previously made a silly little jab about him having unlimited power and only using it to create more robots, I get it!! No shit he's gonna fall back on the only thing that never failed, betrayed or turned his back on him and decided to gather the whole rest of the class to beat him.up!! His tech was the only thing that gave him enough strenght to stand up and say enough is enough and the only thing that probably gave him any semblance of happiness while everything and everyone else around wanted him dead.

Just like now.

Hes also the little guy ever, like he's so short he heads his tails to prop him up to reach tge panels in the eg HQ (I actually forgor the name of that place I'm sorry)

Nine man do you get it do you understand me do even fuckin

#sonic prime #THIS EDGY BABY RAAGH #ive written a novel on this fucker by this point #also no not projecting in the second paragraph at all nuh uh #ooooh the misery #everybody wants to be my enemy- #ignore this its 2am im being irresponsible with my sleeping schedule yet again #miles nine prower #nine the fox #sonic prime spoilers #silly brainworms