#turned out more cyan but i hope that's fine

[saberlight1]

promises & melodies — coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, established relationship, buzzcut!snow, slight possessive snow, kind of toxic snow, fluff, Y/N usage, standard hunger games warnings.

authors note: hiii. so i can’t even really explain myself if i’m being honest.. tom blyth is too fine i’m sorry finnick 😔. part 2 is linked here, part 3 here. but i hope you all enjoy, much love!

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A bright smile adorned your face as you ran through the flower field with your cousins, Lucy Gray & Maude Ivory.

You and the Covey were showing your boyfriend, Coryo, the secret spots of paradise you had found during your time in District 12. Since the Seam wasn’t the most peaceful place, you and your family opted to find your own sanctuary.

You always had, specially when you were kids, before you got rounded up by the peacekeepers. You all moved where the wind took you, never staying in one spot for long.

You missed it.

But, this was okay, you thought to yourself. You still had some of the people you cherished most, some you had lost along the way.

You were grateful regardless, enjoying the time you spent with your loved ones.

Lucy Gray’s laugh rang in your ears as Maude began to sing another one of her tunes she had came up with.

Out of breath, the three of you slowed down, walking at a normal place.

“Lord, that kid. She’ll be singing until she goes to the grave.” You joked, your thick accent smiling with your features.

Lucy laughed with you, locking your elbow with hers. “Sounds like a good way to go if you ask me.”

You nodded.

Lucy Gray sent a smile your way before breaking off to catch up to Maude Ivory, who was bent down ahead of you, looking at some swamp potato, or Katniss, as Lucy liked to call it.

You shook your head with a smile as you heard Lucy tell her for the 10th time that it was too early for it to be ripe. Sighing softly, you enjoyed the flowers surrounding you, the sunshine on your skin, and the wind in your hair.

That was until you felt the grip of your lover on your hips, your heart immediately soaring in your chest.

He walked with you, his hands still on you as he came to walk beside you now.

“It’s beautiful out here,” You murmured.

He looked to you with a smile, the hand that was around your waist now going to grip your hand. “Where did you say we were going again?”

“To the lake.” You smiled. “Maude Ivory found it a couple months ago when we were explorin’.”

He hummed in delight. “Haven’t swam in ages.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll love it,” You linked your arm with his, leaning your head on his shoulder with a smile. “It’s almost as gorgeous as you, darlin’.” You teased.

He shook his head, breaking eye contact with you. “I doubt that.”

“You’ll see, Snow.”

After more walking and chasing after Maude, you and the Covey finally arrived.

Maude immediately took off, running into the water, the others following suit.

You turned to Coryo with a grin as you slipped off your sundress, leaving you in your cyan swimsuit. With a wink, you turned on your heel and ran for the water, diving in.

When you resurfaced, you were met with a splash of water and saw white hair emerging from the water.

You felt his hands creep up your back before you saw him, a smile gracing your face. He gripped your waist, pulling you into his chest as he kissed your head.

You sat in his embrace for a while, simply enjoying your time with the boy.

“Thank you for this,” He whispered into your hair. “I mean it.”

You turned around in his arms. “What do you mean?”

“For taking me out here, showing me your space. And taking me away from that god awful district.” He joked with a smile.

You laughed. “You’re right. It’s wretched. If it wasn’t for the Covey, I would’ve made a run for it a while ago.”

He stopped for a moment at your words, his eyebrows furrowing. “You would?”

You nodded. “Yes. I hate it here. The peacekeepers rounded us up a year or two ago. Killed my and Lucy Gray’s mama in the process. A lot more too.” You sighed, looking down at the water. “Before, it was so nice. We had our own family. Since we been here… It’s been a struggle, I’ll tell you that much.”

His hand came up to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry. I’ll make sure that’ll never happen again.”

“You can’t promise that, Coryo. And that’s okay.” You sadly smiled, taking his hand and kissing it before swimming to your family.

The white-haired boy stood still in the water, watching you swim away as he processed your words.

He’d prove you wrong.

He was sure of it.

After all, Snow lands on top, and he was surely taking you with him. No matter what.

#tbosas #coriolanus snow fluff #coryo snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coryolucy #the hunger games #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #corio snow #coriolanus fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #the covey

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "Why are you staring at me?" "Because you're so pretty"

Pairing: Deuce x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

TW: Reader is not Yuu/ Prefect, Reader is a childhood friend of Deuce.

AN: And it's time for the bestest boy ever, Deuce! I was a bit concerned with the length of this one, but I feel like this prompt couldn't have been stretched more and still have retained that sweetness I wanted so.... here you go! Hope you enjoy!

"Are you sure you don't need help, (Name)?"

Deuce leaned against the fence separating his house from yours, his cheek resting on the weathered wood as he watched you clear the snow.

"I'm fine Deuce!" you called out to him, a smile on your face as you continued shovelling snow off the walkway.

"Are you sure? I could help out," Deuce hummed, waiting for a bit before slipping in through that one board in the fence that served as your secret entrance to each other's houses. Snow crunched under his boots as he made his way over to you, making you turn and look at him. "I told you, I have it all under control. What about you, did you finish with your chores?"

Deuce nodded, his gloved hands in the pockets of his jacket. His nose and cheeks were coloured a rosy red from the cold, and his bright cyan eyes sparkled as they looked at you, while your eyes were trained on the way his scarf was dangling loosely around his neck.

You pulled him closer by the sleeve of his jacket, tutting as you removed the scarf and began wrapping it around his neck properly again. "How many times do I have to remind you to wear your scarf properly?"

Deuce pouted as you began fussing over him. "It's cool to wear scarves like that," he protested, but let you do as you pleased.

"It won't be cool at all if you get sick and have to spend the rest of the holidays in bed," you huffed. Once done, you looked up at him to find him looking closely at you.

The two of you spent a few minutes just looking at each other, not saying a word. As if broken out of a trance, the redness of Deuce's cheeks darkened, and he let out a nervous chuckle. "Why are you staring at me?"

You could have laughed. You could have made a playful, sarcastic remark and teased him. You could have excused your actions as just something 'childhood friends' do.

But you didn't.

"Because you're so pretty."

Deuce's breath hitched in his throat, heart beating wildly in his chest. "Pretty?" he whispered, unbelieving. "Me?"

"Yes," you chuckled, your cheeks warming.

"Yes, you."

Back to Masterlist...

#ice writes #twisted wonderland #twst #twst deuce #twst deuce spade #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #twst deuce x reader #merry twstmas event #400 follower event

[dozing-marshmallow]

Hello! I was reading your Nibling reader and chris stuff.

Thought maybe I could request one(if that's okay-)

How about one with Nibling on total drama world tour that's terrified/disturbed by Sierra? (like I am now-shes creepy) like, they will go to the other side of the plan just to get away from her. Even if it means avoiding people they like(even Chris at one point) but then it gets to the point that Reader legit begs Chris to kick her off.

Kinda dark, but now whenever I see how Sierra treats Cody, it upsets me-)

Hope you have a wonderful day/night!^^

I hope you’ve been having wonderful days yourself! I’m so sorry I took a long time with this one my dear, I really hope you enjoy it and that it was worth the wait😵❤️!! 

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS (PART 8)

Chris didn’t think through Sierra’s position on the show.

“Hm, Gwen... There’s something I wanted to tell you since I first saw you.” you swift your curious words up to the goth girl.

“Oh? What’s that, (Y/N)?” what did you want to say to her that you couldn’t before?

“Your hair... It looks like Coraline’s, doesn’t it?” the cyan black brushes upon her shoulders,“The colour, the length...”

Her facial features shake in surprise,“No way! You know that film?”

Who doesn’t!?,“Of course I do!”

“Who was your favourite character?” she asked electrified.

“The actors, Miss Spink and Miss Forcible!” you declare,“That scene where they were doing acrobatics had to be one of my favourite moments in the film!” you didn’t need to watch said scene physically for your mind to fly in amazement.

Gwen agreed, smiling with you,“I second that! But Other Father’s song has to take the ultimate cake for me.”

“Fair!” now time for the real question,“Do you think Coraline ever escaped?”

Gwen gives a tiny squeal, the happiest you’ve seen her with you,“I have been waiting to talk about this with someone!” She’s excited to discuss it. So were you.

Until Sierra walks in.

“Gwen, is it fine if we talk down there?” like excitement, your voice lowered, with your hand tugging her sleeve.

“How come?”

“Be...Behind.”

Gwen only had taken half a glance to inhale through her teeth and comply. By nature, shifting down to the other end of the economy class guaranteed no invisibility as Sierra sprinted to you,“OMG! It’s cousin and bridesmaid! Everyone on my blog has been dying to get some more nibling and contestant interactions! And I get to witness it in person, face to face...!” her voice sharpened down to a whisper at the last part, before steaming back up,“What are we talking about??”

“Erm...we weren’t talking about anything.” you couldn’t hold strict concentration on her, you might turn into stone,“I remember Chris said he needed to talk to me about something. Maybe next time.” you whisper to Gwen,“Sorry. We can talk about it later.”

Gwen nods as you hurry to the front of the plane, leaving her with Sierra.

“Uh...” she wasn’t a fan of her company either,“I should probably go check up on Leshawna.”

“Leshawna?” Sierra’s shriek did nothing to stop the goth from walking out,“Wasn’t she eliminated?”

Fast forward to another conversation she ruined.

“Uncle, do you remember the first time you flew on a plane?” you asked him in the middle of the first class section.

“Oh ho ho...” he had himself sat down in one of the golden seats. You know it’s gonna be good,“How could I forget? It was chaos! For a start, your nana lost her purse during security check so we spent an hour helping her find it. We thought we were gonna miss our plane, until they announced it would be delayed for three boring hours. When we did get on, we were seven hours in the air before turning back, because the plane we boarded had a faulty air pressure and there was a hurricane.”

...Wow. You could count on his stories for being wild, but a hurricane on top of a faulty pressure? That sounds like too much stress for one childhood,“That sounds so scary!”

He laughed,“Sure was! Your mom was crying for hours. She thought we were gonna like die.”

Of course!,“Eh? Didn’t you?” If you had been there, you would have responded the same!

“I diiid, but death comes for us all eventually. I’ve had near-death experiences growing up, so the whole thing just felt like missing the school bus. What can I do? I’m walking proof that God has favourites!” your uncle was awesome, but he can be quite a stretch. Still, you get what he’s thinking.

“...Do you think we’ll get any hurricanes?” your naive conscience was now screaming with dystopias of the plane crashing.

“Maybe. If we do, it’ll be one heck of an episode!” if you didn’t know better, you would have thought he wanted it to happen.

From the corner of your eye, you see Sierra finishing with forcing affection around Cody’s cheeks. She was now by herself.

Don’t come here...

Chris noticed first that you were stepping away.

“Something wrong, (Y/N)? Is there a hurricane coming?” it was meant to be a joke, but somehow was applicable.

“Chris... Please.” you gestured him to move with you, to which he responded in facial confusion. Why. Why didn’t he see you wanted to get away from her? Why was he still sitting there?

If keeping distance from your uncle meant you could avoid awful Sierra, so be it!

Speak of the striking devil...

“Aww! Aren’t I soooo lucky to witness my very favourite family bond!” she gushes, hurling her camera out from nowhere,“Can I take a photo of this for the fans?”

“Erm sure...” though you weren’t exactly spending time with Chris anymore.

“Smiiiile!” you don’t. She puts her camera down and gives you a saddening look,“Why so down, cousin? Is it because you don’t have any siblings or other cousins to play with? Oh, cousin! Don’t worry, don’t worry! My mom’ll be sure to give you some!”

“Huh?” what did her mother have to do with it?

Chris knew, by immediately remembering the last time Sierra opened her mouth around you,“That’s enough, Sierra.”

“But it’s true, Chris! You know you wanna marry my mom! We’ll all be one happy family! We’ll never cut ties!” delusion drives her voice as she rubbed her thumb on your palm, staring right into your eyes,“Did he ever tell you how babies are made?”

Okay.

That was a question you frequently thought about.

But with Sierra looking at you with that devious grin...

You lost it.

You took your hand back,“Leave me alone! I don’t want to know! I don’t want you to tell me!” you start crying. Why couldn’t she leave anyone alone?!,“I don’t like you! I don’t like you! I don’t like you!”

For someone who wanted kids, she was terrible with them!,“Now you’ve done it, Sierra...” Chris groaned at the girl whose rare panic tore her face, his arm shielding you,“Couldn’t keep that mouth zipped for a minute, huh?”

You’re brought into Chris’ quarters where he silently grasped you in his arms. You felt like a burden to your uncle, but you knew he would tell you that if it were true.

“Chriiis, I don’t like Sierra...” you sniffle, mouth sandpaper dry,“She keeps thinking we’re cousins and she keeps getting close to me! She never listens to me! Can you kick her off? Please, uncle?”

“I know, (Y/N).” he spoke, unmoved,“But I can only influence how the game plays. I can’t directly do anything, especially when Sierra is a huge attraction for ratings. It’s Team Amazon that makes the call to let her go.”

So... All you need to do is convince the rest of her team to vote for her? That should be a piece of cake, the superfan was unpopular with everyone. You wouldn’t be surprised if they already were voting for her.

“I’ll promise you that the next time we have Team Amazon voting and majority of their votes are for Sierra, I won’t decide to make it a reward challenge last minute.”

“Are you sure, uncle?” he was infamous for breaking his word,“Your fingers aren’t crossed, are they?”

He takes his hands up above you. Not a finger crossed,“Promise.”

You felt a little relieved that Sierra’s fate was partially determined,“Mm... What should I do then?”

“Just wait a little longer... She’ll be gone soon.” his words were a succour, but the sound of his voice makes you think

Will it really be soon...?

#tdi #total drama #chris mclean #tdi x reader #td chris #request #chris mclean x reader #total drama island chris #total drama chris mclean #td chris mclean x reader #uncle chris mclean #chris nibling reader #nibling #nibling reader

[riacte]

I think one of Aqua29's (H, Dave, False, Cub) best qualities is that they were an extremely forgiving and consistent team

(I know the MCC just happened, but my brain is going crazy right now and all the details are flying past my head but I hope you'll get the general idea.)

MCC's nature is that it is unpredictable. That's what makes it fun! The chickens, the weird lag (sometimes 💀), luck, sudden clutches, etc etc. But this unpredictability can sometimes mess up teams on a really good trajectory. One "bad" or "unwanted" game would kill a team's morale- I've seen that before.

In the midst of the MCC chaos, Aqua29 is very solid. They were steadily climbing up the ranks and kept their morale high. Even when they won one round of Dodgebolt, they convinced themselves to act like they "were losing". I forgot the English word for it but their mental states / attitudes were very consistent throughout the entire MCC. This helps them power through the unpredictability. Especially for MCC29, which is a well-balanced MCC and pretty difficult to predict (and the stats don't do False and Cub justice in this particular situation).

As I said before, Aqua29 is very forgiving. This allows them space to make mistakes and to bounce back. Dave felt pretty guilty over dying to speedbridging in Sky Battle and said he really usually doesn't do that, and while the loss of the team's best PvPer might be fatal in some other situations, Aqua honestly did fine. Their morale wasn't affected.

In Rocket Spleef Rush, sometimes a teammate would die "early", leaving two teammates behind, and it felt like they took turns dying early, which showed how balanced they were. Same with TGTTOS. Sometimes an individual teammate might get unlucky in a round of TGTTOS, but overall they all worked hard, and they could pull it back.

Battle Box would be another good example, in which they lost the first two rounds, adjusted their strategy, and then did better. Dave also apologised for missing the comms during the round against Purple, but like SkB, they progressed normally.

In Grid Runners, sometimes they placed bottom half in some rooms, but they steadily improved and cleared them faster- ending up in the last room in which H bossed everyone around and they got through it the quickest. There is a narrative: they learned from earlier "mistakes", had the room to afford making mistakes, and improved. Therefore, they rose up.

And Dodgebolt. Dodgebolt! All four of them are good at it. Of course, we have HBomb, king of Dodgebolt. Then Dave, confident PvPer. The two hermits, both great shots, have grown more confident in their skills. They all trusted themselves to the point they didn't need H to nudge the arrow in their direction- they just picked up the arrow if they felt like it. Cub did that, and he got his kills. Even if half of the team was taken out, or heck, even if it was a 1v3, they had enough skill to power through. All four of them were in good shape, felt great, and meshed well together.

In a way, Aqua29 are each other's safety nets. No one got top 10. Their placements were: 12th, 13th, 20th, 21st. Which honestly wasn't too far from each other. You won't really expect a team with those individual rankings to get second in coins, but they did. Even if False ended up losing the 1v3, her valiant efforts would motivate the team even more and I'm sure they would've won (even though a Cyan reverse sweep would be cool).

And it's this kind of stability and mutual support that powered them through MCC. They didn't get the finale they wanted (Survival Games), that was out of their control, but they squeezed themselves into Dodgebolt anyway. I won't deny that they were lucky- MCC is unpredictable, so luck is often a factor, but I feel they could weather a storm.

Aqua29 is a nice team to watch live. They always bring it back, and I'm not just talking about placements or coins, it's also their morale. This team is going up with Blue9 and Purple15 as one of the competitive hermit teams with best overall team synergy. They were very stable and encouraging of each other <3

#mcc #mcc29 #aqua29 #krtzyy #hbomb94 #cubfan135 #falsesymmetry #ria.txt #long post

[starriluvs]

Softie

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Hiori Yo x Reader Prompt: Introverted, slightly awkward reader, and a kind, friendly pretty boy. They surely wont develop a soft spot for him. A/N: Im gonna make a 2. to this. The concept is just too cute! <3 The 2 of them are defo gonna get teased tehe

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You were currently sitting in the dining hall, mindlessly eating your food. Though you were seated together with some of your friends, you didnt have the mental energy in you to talk at the current moment. So, you opted to peacefully eat your meal instead.

Thankfully, it was good. You definitely couldnt have taken one more reason.

Manshine City training had exhausted you, physically, mentally, maybe even psychologically.

Just kidding.

You always were a tad bit of a dramatic person. With over exaggerated complaints about anything and everything, to your mannerisms.

Though, you only showed that side of yourself to those you were comfortable with. Most of the time, you were pretty introverted. And a tad bit awkward.

Avoiding of eye contact, a blunt way of speaking, and a naturally intimidating face to top it all off. It was no surprise you wwre dubbed ‘the ice ruler’. Though, you found it amusing.

And so did your friends. The few youd made, seemed to enjoy teasing you about your unintentionally ‘icy’ demeanor.

Back in the present, you sighed as you were brought out of your train of thought. Again.

Whatever Bachira was talking about, it certainly wasnt normal, that was for sure. Something about kangaroos having three vaginas? You could only deadpan at the boy.

Suddenly, a flash of blue appeared a distance away. A boy, whom youd never seen before, was walking into the dining hall.

Oh god.

His soft, cyan hair had made him stand out to you, for sure. But his face..

You were annoyed at the fact that you felt your heart pick up pace slightly, ears tinging the smallest bit. ‘The hell’s wrong with me..’ you mentally scolded yourself.

Isagi, being the naturally observant person he was, glanced at your tinged face. ‘Y/n, you alright?’ He asked curiously.

At the question directed towards you, the other three turned their heads to look at you curiously too, wondering what Isagi was talking about.

You peered back in the direction behind Bachiras head, where youd spotted him. You sighed under your breath when you noticed he was no longer there. And yet, beneath that relief..

Why was there dissapointment?

You scoffed at yourself, before waving Isagi off casually.

‘Im fine, dont worry.’

You picked up your food tray, nodding at the rest in acknowledgment as you walked back to your dorm for the night.

‘How weird..’

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A few days of more torturous training, (not to mention the fact that part of your mind kept going back to him), and youd finally gotten some free time.

Put in a good mood, you strolled to the screening room with a slight pip in your step.

You were hoping to rewatch some of the matches, specifically the ones youd played in. Just to see if there were any areas you could improve on.

Oh who were you kidding. The real reason you were going to rewatch the matches? Because it was entertaining, duh. The fact that you could observe your own playstyle and improve was just a bonus.

Walking in through the door, you werent surprised when you spotted Isagi, giving him a nod of acknowledgment.

What did surprise you however, was when you saw the same cyan haired boy from a few days prior.

His bright eyes were the same shade as his hair, and you felt the heat rush to your face at the sight of his small, but soft smile.

The boy gave off a kind, and friendly vibe. Funny, considering it was the complete opposite of yours.

Isagi spoke with a smile, gesturing to the boy beside him. ‘Ah, y/n! I assume you havent met Hiori yet?’

‘Hiori, huh? What a cute name.’ You thought, before you mentally slapped yourself.

Hiori continued to smile gently, blinding you with his charm. You mentally felt like a vampire being dramatically burned from the sun.

‘No, we havent.’ Hiori shook his head.

The boy stood up, before walking closer over to you. The distance between you both was nothing to speciap, and yet, as he stood directly infront of you, you tried your best to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

With a hand outstretched, Hiori spoke gently. ‘M’ Hiori Yo, nice to meet you.’

You look at him for a moment, before breaking a small smile of your own. You shook his hand in return, relishing in how soft his hands were for someone who played such a rough sport.

‘Y/n l/n, nice to meet you too.’ You spoke, an almost unidentifiable softness on your face. Almost. But not for Isagi Yoichi.

As he watched the two of you greet each other, each with soft smiles and already comfortable demeanors, he couldnt help the knowing, shit-eating grin creeping its way onto his face.

In all the time he’d spent with you as a teammate and friend, he was sure he had never seen that expression on your face. One that wasnt akin to your usual introverted, and sometimes sarcastic demeanor. Were you really not aware of the fact you were softening around the other boy?

Hiori even seemed more comfortable with you. More so than the typical friendliness he treated everyone with.

As the two of you conversed, Isagi noticed the small smile on your face. Oh, he was for sure going to tease you about this whole situation. Even if you werent aware of it.

As you got up, waving goodbye to the two and walking back to your dorm, Isagi looked ahead with a knowing smirk on his face as he chuckled to himself.

Hiori glanced to the boy, curious, and slightly confused. ‘What is it?’

Isagi shook his head, continuing to scheme. ‘Nothing, really.’

‘Nothing at all..’

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#hiori yo #bllk hiori #hiori x reader #blue lock hiori #hiori x you #hiori yo x reader #blue lock fic #blue lock fanfiction #blue lock #blue lock x reader #hiori imagines #hiori fluff #hiori scenario #blue lock fluff #Bllk fluff #bllk scenario

[whatudottu]

Color scheme ideas for SG Twitch in Electric Souls' sixth and last chapter? Some description is required...

Other SG terrans', trying to avoid big overlap;

Thrash — Black and gold with canon Twitch's eye and chest light color. Maybe silverish base?

Twitch — No idea. I briefly considered TFP Soundwave-y colors, but in hindsight that propably wouldn't look good. It's hard to come up with shades of blue that don't look gross....

Nightshade — Brass with red eyes. Gold-ish secondary. Not sure about base color.

Hashtag — Military green with yellow visor and eyes. Not sure if the base color changes or not.

Jawbreaker — No idea either.

(Also, Jawbreaker's colors.... he won't appear in Electric Souls because he'll be born later, but still.... He's an edgy punk child)

I decided to try and visualise this since I already had my program open:

Tada! Your colour ideas (at least i hope you meant those colours) up top for Thrash, Nightshade, and Hashtag, as well as my attempt at giving Twitch and Jawbreaker some colours. Hopefully the visuals work but then again there's room to miss the mark-

Looking at base terrans, they kinda have two different 'skin' (what I'm assuming you called base) tones, either silverish or greeny-blue though I suppose I might not have gone to extremes here. Gave Hashtag her original base colour give or take but I tried to give Nightshade a greeny tone for their base, kinda taking the brass and turning to copper rust for inspiration. It looks fine on my screen at least, but do give your thoughts.

Seeing as how you got gold for Thrash (kinda yellowish here), brass for Nightshade (something orangey), and military green for Hashtag (which lends to being a more yellowy green), I thought maybe Twitch and Jawbreaker would be on the opposite end of the colour wheel in the blues, purples, and magentas, so I tried it out. You said you were initially going for Soundwave-ish kinda colours for Twitch but thought the blue sucked, so I kinda made it a much lighter blue? Going off of SG Jawbreaker's punk vibe according to this ask I thought a dark purple would do well, the pink horns maybe giving punk idk I thought it would look cool as a bright pop of colour and since it's punk not goth you said bright pink horns (and bright blue-green optics) could look punky without stepping on Thrash's toes in the black paint department.

I also looked at optic colour variation even if technically canon Thrash and Hashtag both have blue optics, so including the bright blue-green cyan of Jawbreaker's eyes, I gave Twitch some lilac coloured optics to once again contrast with the three terran optic colours you've already provided.

#ask #nukeli #thrash malto #tfes thrash #twitch malto #tfes twitch #nightshade malto #tfes nightshade #hashtag malto #tfes hashtag #jawbreaker malto #tfes jawbreaker #shattered glass #tfes shattered glass #transformers #tfes #maccadam #fanart #i guess technically #i saw that one post about the colour wheel and the terrans being on the colour wheel #and like yes thrash in canon is mostly white (and thrash in your sg au is mostly black) #they put him in blue so i just put him here in yellow (the gold doesn't come through in flats but i hope it came across goldish) #speaking of goldish- i hope the goldish of nightshades secondary colour looks goldish even if it's a rose-gold #not trying to make it peach but it's not like this basic colour mapping thing has much detail #what a way to first draw the terrans- as blobs #hope this looks cool but if not it's all good- it is YOUR au after all so no skin off my bones #just wanted to help me visualise this and thought i'd share my reference point lmao

[shandycandy278]

For the drabble ideas, what if Nightmare finally gets the last positivisty apple after beating Dream, but instead of him destroying/corrupting the apple, it starts changing him?

“Heh, finally.”

Dream was far too weak.

It had been a long and harsh battle, the two of them having ended up on their own after some time. Dream didn’t know what the others were doing, didn’t know if they even realized.

His chest heaved, but whatever struggles he could do were weak and hidden against the tendrils pinning him down. Nightmare’s grin was almost manic as he held his hand over Dream’s ribcage, summoning his soul.

Whatever resistance Dream managed to put up was immediately dashed away- the apple soul shining. It seemed dim against Nightmare’s negativity, though. Dream whimpered a bit as Nightmare leered over him- obviously pleased as a peach on his victory.

“Oh, what’s wrong, brother?” Nightmare mocked. Dream fought the tears in his eye sockets. “Have you realized how pathetic your attempts have been this entire time? How futile? This was always how it was going to end. Although I admit, I quite enjoyed the chase~”

Dream turned his skull away- refusing to watch. A tendril forced him to look back, forced him to watch as his soul hovered in Nightmare’s hand. The other hand was raised up and at the ready.

“No, no- you get to watch this, dear brother of mine.” Nightmare’s smile was cruel. Dream’s tears fell as he watched Nightmare’s raised hand jerk down, moving to actually touch the soul.

At first, all Dream could feel was pain.

He screamed, writhing underneath Nightmare. It was an unimaginable pain, like he was dusting from his chest out. Uselessly, he tried to call out. Beg for help, beg for it to stop- stop, stop, please brother stop it hurts it hurts it hurts-

Another cry of pain joined his own, the sensation oddly leaving him. He gasped for air that he didn’t need, eye sockets snapping open as he looked to see what had saved him.

No one was there.

The only difference was that Nightmare was no longer smiling, no longer touching his soul. He was looking at his hands, the negativity dripping off of them like it was dead. It revealed bones beneath- looking pristine but covered in chips and cracks, some obviously not healed properly. He had a horrified expression on his face, and he turned to look down at Dream.

They had a single moment of eye contact- a single second, sharing their horror of the situation equally. A single moment of solidarity after years of fighting.

And then it was gone- Nightmare shoving himself off of Dream and letting his soul go as he stumbled back. He took in a shaking gasp, the arms shaking as they were revealed more and more. Also shaking, Dream took the moment to look over his soul.

It was perfectly fine, just beating heavily with anxiety, fear, and adrenaline from earlier.

Dream shoved it back inside, grunting as he forced himself to get up. Surprisingly, he felt like he could actually go for another fight. Like he had gotten an energy boost.

“…” Dream hesitated as he watched. Nightmare was clearly upset over this, having obviously not expected this outcome. But he suck his courage up, managing to take a step forward.

“Nightmare?” He asked, keeping his voice soft and concerned. Nightmare’s skull immediately snapped to look at him, his cyan eye light a mere pinprick.

Dream blinked, preparing to continue- but Nightmare ran before he could, vanishing into the forest. He left Dream to himself, alone in the AU, in shock and feeling weird.

Part of him hoped that this didn’t mean anything.

Part of him hoped that it meant that he had a chance.

#writing #drabble #one shot #dream #Dream sans #dream!sans #nightmare #nightmare!sans #nightmare sans #angst

[siriannatan]

Sheriff's Day Off

It's all @joifee fault I wrote this (thank you 😺).

Also, I wrote this on my phone so I couldn't put it through my usual grammar check so sorry if there are mor e mistakes than usually.

It was a peaceful day in the Empires Server. As peaceful as one can be when less than twenty hours ago a bunch of players from a different Server suddenly dropped by because of a weird portal. fWhip was giving a tour to Al the Hermits who missed the initial one and those who wanted another one. Tango chose to come alone since Jimmy was apparently busy today.

It was weird seeing Jimmy on his home Server. On Life servers and literally everywhere else Tango has ever seen him he was so different. Much more shy and withdrawn. Here he seemed both aloof and constantly vigilant at the same time. He was still very nice to Tango and offered him a place to stay at in Tumble town.

Tango felt only slightly weird about accepting a job in Gobland. But Jimmy didn't seem to mind it when he told him about it. Just said something vague about the place being grate and moved on to being busy the next day.

Tango guessed head some ruler stuff to do and just joined the second tour. There were places he hadn't seen on the initial one. And fWhip was fun to be around. Very different admin form Xisuma but that's good. There's only one X after all.

He was a bit sad all the other emperor's/ rulers were too busy to join. Mostly by making accomodations for the Hermits. So colour him surprised when an annoyed looking Scott landed next to fWhip. "Would you happen to know where's Jimmy?" He asked his admin. Tango could only hope it wasn't about him.

"No. And your pokies are sticking out," fWhip shrugged, at all not bothered by rainbow crystals sticking out of Scott. Tango was pretty sure they weren't there yesterday. "What do you even need the sheriff for anyway?"

"Well, he promised..." Scott started but was stopped by the Sheriff landing behind him and, completely unborhered by the crystals, wrapping him in a hug. Using his height advantage to easily rest his head in Scott's cyan, unprotected by his hat on account of crystal horns, hair.

"There you are," he grinned like Tango never saw him grin. Mouth full of sharp, needle-like teeth. Hi fWhip, we might make a mess somewhere, sorry in advance," he shot the goblin a wink.

fWhip just sighed. "It's sooner than I expected," he hummed, visibly relaxing. Tango totally missed when he tensed up. "Anything I cal help with?"

"Sorry, you're a bit too squishy at the moment," Jimmy sighed, a hint of sadness in his voice. Not that Tango had time to dwell on it.

"Sorry I'm noth a half-dragon anymore," fWhip's annoyed reply had him even more shocked.

And Jimmy just giggled. "Maybe another time you can watch," he grinned as Scott, who was so far suspicious silent started to wriggle and growl. "I think that's my cue, time for Sheriff's vacation," he hummed and suddenly wasn't a human but... An undead part-fish? And like seven feet tall. And somehow enen more handsome. And had fWhip whistling and if Tango was correct blushing... And Jimmy was suddenly off, with Scott still in his arms.

"Have fun," fWhip waved him off. "Anyway, where were we?" He turned to the Hermits. There was definitely some blush still on his face.

"What. The. Hell. Was. That?" Grian was first to speak and asked what all the present Hermits were thinking.

"Result of botched server reset, we didn't really have much of a choice but rush it.I will spare you guys the details but it did mess up some code and Pearl split in two, and she Joel and Jimmy got god powers and Scott's got a demon in him... Or is part one? We're still unsure but Jimmy has to occasionally go Death God mode and beat that side of him up," fWhip explained as if he were talking about weather. "Don't worry, they'll be fine," he assured with a wide grin. It was just then that Tango noticed he had a lot pointier an sharper teeth than other goblins... Remnants of his old code?

"How does that explain anything?" Grian was clearly not satisfied with how little fWhip seemed to care about the whole situation.

"It is what it is, now back to Stratos..." The goblin king easily returned to the tour to Grian's dismay. Tango would have to ask either fWhip or Jimmy... Or Scott but he was Franky the most terrifying option...

Especially considering that when Scott and Jimmy marched into the Drip at a late evening hour as Tango and fWhip were discussing Gobland's transport systems, the king of Chromia was looking fresh as a daisy while Jimmy. Still in his half-dead-fish form looked a lot closer to dead. And unabashedly cuddled fWhip, while quietly complaining about Scott 'dragging it out'. Tango guessed It was that fight to push the crystal demon back...

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #fanfiction #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #empires Jimmy #scfwhimmy

[brandwhorestarscream]

Can we please see TFP Cryptoid Seekers (Jazz EQ Event). Like, I want to know how it would go with them. Especially with the whole "rouge Starscream" concept. Does the team all go to refuel, only to all get paralyzed and knocked out like Jazz was, waking up with the insatiable hunger. Or does Starscream find their base by parental will alone. Or even, does the whole Jazz but Team Prime thing happen, no one knows what's going on, then a fully developed seeker emerges. Please. Would you write this as a fic.

(Fun fact. My question mark is broken, so a lot of these periods are actually question marks. Sorry!)

Hey anon! I had a lotta fun with this one, but this is meant to serve only as the first part. Second part will be God Knows When, so I hope you'll enjoy this in the mean time!

Anyway, I hope ya'll enjoy this blurb of Starscream's terrifying cryptid hellspawn terrorizing the autobots

It was, like most things these days, the rookie’s fault. Smokescreen had come waltzing back into base, strutting like a peacock and proudly showing off his haul, arms stacked high with the weirdest energon containers any of them had ever seen. Perfectly spherical from every angle, and scans revealed they held within them the highest possible quality, packed to the brim with the maximum potential energy-per-ounce. You’d be hard pressed to find anything like this on Cybertron save for within the Towers, and Ratchet was quick to seize them all for the emergency cache. Saying they ought to save it until someone needed a life-saving surgery and the nectar of the gods would aid in their recovery. Or, alternatively, if they took another turn toward unfortunate famine, those weird energon pods could tide them over for quite awhile.

Desperate to taste such a high quality treat, Smokescreen had eagerly offered to go get more. Stealing from Starscream was child’s play when he was otherwise engaged halfway across the continent with the autobots and decepticons, especially when he had the phase shifter. Optimus had forbid it, though–the window of opportunity had closed.

Starscream was very clearly incredibly upset about the loss of his fuel stores–Smokescreen had reported at least 30 of the weird orb-pod-things, and had gotten away with a total of 11. The seeker clearly knew they were the culprit, and had reportedly razed no less than seven government facilities in the last week.

“That stuff must be good if he’s this crazy about it,” Smokescreen had sighed wistfully after Fowler stalked away, demanding Optimus do something about the rogue jet. “Hey, doc, you sure-”

“Yes I’m sure!” Ratchet snaps from nearby, not even bothering to turn around. “Don’t even think about it, kid.”

He had whined about the unfairness of it all, but obeyed. The only ones amongst them that had ever had the privilege of such high quality energon were of course Optimus and Ultra Magnus, but they were in no rush to consume it, either. Ever the models of self control.

Three weeks after they’d put the special fuel in storage the normal-grade stuff was starting to run low and they had to raid another mine. It was profitable, but only barely, the spoils only requiring a trio of mecha to unload it into the energon vault. With the two youngest attending to their human companions’ and Ratchet fixing a minor wound on Arcee’s arm, only Optimus, Magnus, and Bulkhead were present when the orbs they’d stolen from Starscream suddenly exploded.

The detonation was obnoxiously loud, easily heard from everywhere in the base, a perfectly synchronized explosion of all 11 at once that brought the both of them running. As they approached the door there was the unmistakable sound of bodies hitting the floor, and before them all three lay splayed out unconscious. There’s energon everywhere, glowing sharp cyan splattered on the walls, slathered upon their bodies as Ratchet rushes to check on them. They’re all fine, not bleeding, no wounds, but the energon they’re covered with is exceptionally viscous, almost slimy, and has the strongest paralyzing agent Ratchet has ever encountered. Just stepping in it steals the function from his legs in less than half a klik, and it falls to Arcee to hoses the area down and get the contaminated stuff down the drain.

The three main victims don’t stay unconscious for long, only a few megacycles. Ratchet works over them furiously, flushing their systems when he realizes the paralyzing agent is one of those annoying topical creations that can absorb through the mesh and penetrate directly into the mainlines. It’s wasteful but necessary, and thankfully, they’re ok. They’re back on their pedes before nightfall, and the scans come back clean.

The only problem is their fuel gauges.

Ratchet wakes the whole base pounding on Optimus’s door at some odd hour of the morning, using his medical override when it doesn’t open fast enough. The Prime is unresponsive in his berth and the vital sign monitor on the medic’s arm is beeping urgently.

“Get me energon, now!” he barks an order at the nearest autobot. “He’s dropping into stasis lock.”

“What?!”

Bumblebee returns in record time and Ratchet immediately sends him out for more as he sets up for an emergency transfusion. He’s mumbling feverishly to himself as he scans the larger mech; it shouldn’t be possible. He had to have ruptured something internally while he was resting to have his energon levels dropping that fast! His sparkpulse was dangerously low, and his energon level was less than 5%. There was a breach somewhere in his body, there had to be.

The scans all come back clean. All of his fuel tubing is intact. His internal processing system is perfectly pristine. There’s no report of any obstructions, no weird fuel demands anywhere else. It’s like-

The vital sign monitor wails on his arm, and Ratchet swears. “Bulkhead!”

It’s no small feat getting the three of them into the medbay when they’re all unconscious and can’t walk. As soon as he finishes transfusing one another’s monitor goes off, and the scans are useless. They all come back the picture of health, there’s nothing wrong with them! Pulse normal, all internal organs functioning optimally. There’s no leaks, no breakages, no nothing. The fuel is entering exactly where it’s supposed to, it’s staying where it’s supposed to. The only explanation is that the weird decepticon fuel-weapon thing. Their metabolism has skyrocketed to unmanageable levels–no sooner has the fuel entered their tanks is it being digested. It’s like it’s just vanishing, evaporating. It’s going in, it’s not leaking anywhere, but it’s somehow not reaching the rest of their bodies.

Honestly, it’s a brilliant weapon.

“...we need more energon,” he announces hollowly after half a megacycle of adrenaline fueled rushing. “They’ll starve by sunrise if we don’t get more.”

Of course… he could cut off the supply of one to prolong the other two. Obviously Optimus would be the first he’d preserve, but how to choose between Bulkhead and Ultra Magnus? His mind scrambles between them, weighing the pros and cons, which would be more of an asset on earth and thereafter-

“More energon, got it,” Arcee is already taking charge, jabbing a finger at the door and ordering the two younglings, “Bee, Smokescreen, with me. We’ll be back, Ratchet.”

After a solemn moment, he nods. “I’ll leave it to you, then.”

…

Three sleepless days later, their plight ends at last. They’d done nothing but feverishly hunt for mines and steal as much energon as they could, quickly bringing it back to base, rinse and repeat without rest. They’re all ready to drop and can barely soldier ahead when finally, finally, Optimus Prime opens his optics and sits up on the medical berth like he hadn’t just been in a starvation coma for the last three days.

“Ratchet,” he says, very quietly. “I am going to vomit.”

“Wha-”

He leans over the side and wretches, violently, half-digested energon and internal fuel-tank acids splashing onto the floor. Ratchet backpedals in surprise, but he’s not done, clamping one servo over his mouth and stumbling out of the berth to make a dash for the sinks but it’s no use–his legs are wobbly from lack of fuel and use alike, and more vomit splashes through his fingers despite his best effort, and he stumbles to his knees. One servo planted on the floor and the other still trying to hold it in, he heaves once, twice, and hacks out a sheet of clear, slimy sludge.

“Optimus-” Ratchet wrenches his servo down from his face–last thing they needed was their leader drowning himself on his own purged fuel! “Stop, stop, just let it come-”

An earth shattering clang and Bulkhead rolls right off his berth, and is still laying, dazed, on his back when he starts violently gagging too. Ultra Magnus is the last one up, and at least has the decency to apologize for throwing up all over the slab he’s just defiled.

The stench is unbearable, the metal tang of energon mixed with hydrochloric acid and there’s no containing the mess–the scanners don’t give any sort of indication as to what’s going on, why they’re suddenly so violently rejecting the fuel their bodies had been so desperate for just minutes ago. The vital sign monitor suddenly wails and Optimus chokes grandly, clawing at his chassis–and Ratchet sees that something has jammed his primary fuel tube. It’s such a large obstruction that it’s crushing his aeration tubing and causing it to collapse. In response his core temperature is rising dangerously quickly, vents gushing and labored as his body hitches and rolls, trying to get it out and gagging grandly.

He’s choking, and his system’s are in a frenzy, red light blaring in his vision and emergency messages flooding his HUD.

“On your back!” Ratchet orders, shoving him down and turning him over. If it doesn’t dislodge itself in the next 10 nanokliks he’ll have to open him up to remove it surgically. “Arms down, down! I need-”

The monitor blares again and Ultra Magnus starts choking too. Bulkhead is right behind him. Slag, slag, slag-!

“ARCEE!” he yells aloud and into his comms, praying she’s still on base. He’s going to need someone else’s hands if he’s going to help them all-

Optimus makes a strangled, wheezing noise, and his back bows off the ground, servos scrabbling at his throat. His pedes dig at the ground as if struggling for traction, and without warning a tiny, flailing arm reaches out of the Prime’s throat. Ratchet recoils in horror with a strangled, “By the Allspark…!”

Tiny claws dig into his bottom denta, and a second servo reaches to join them. Optimus rolls onto his side and purges again, and out of his mouth falls an honest to Primus sparkling, dripping energon sludge and shaking itself off, rolling over in the puddle of sick and rubbing it’s face into the ground, whining loudly.

It’s a wiry, gaunt little thing, with a sunken, too-thin face and what are definitely wing nubs beginning to furl out and harden on it’s back. Optimus stares at it, open-mouthed and speechless, for a solid five seconds before wretching again.

There’s more than one!

The sparkling bumbles clumsily out of the puddle and glances around, before promptly throwing it’s helm back, unhinging it’s jaw, and letting out the loudest, most unholy sound Ratchet has ever heard. The walls shake, he can feel the floor vibrating beneath his pedes with the force of the soundwaves the newborn is making. It’s high pitched, and shrill, and horrible, echoing and wailing like the worst kind of alarm. It runs away from him when he makes to pick it up, hoping to… he doesn’t even know what, and skitters under the nearest berth. It starts up screaming again, louder this time, and at last Arcee stumbles in through the door, clutching her helm.

“What is that?!”

“No time!” he can barely hear himself over the noise. “We need-”

“RATCHE-E-ET!” Bulkhead bellows like the world is ending, and the sheer terror in his voice draws the medic over. There’s a sparkling hanging half out of his mouth and he’s struggling to yank it out at the same time there’s a horrible grinding sound from his midsection, and something punches outward and straight through his plating. It’s a tiny pede this time, a tiny thruster, and within seconds the hole is torn open larger, bent inward and stretched further, and the upper half of another horrifying little abomination pops through. It wriggles, twists, and promptly tumbles down his midsection and onto the floor. It runs off too, a sibling in hot pursuit, joining the screaming one under the berth. Bulkhead is bleeding profusely from the wound on his midsection as the hellspawn join their sibling in the ungodly shrieking, and somewhere in the room, glass shatters. The soundwaves are so powerful they make the medic’s servos shake as he’s scrambling to stop the bleeding. It goes all the way to his primary fuel pump, and he realizes with horror.

The little parasites must have been in those spherical energon pods, and had anchored themselves within their bodies to steal energon and continue development. The first few had crawled out the way they entered, but the others-!

Bulkhead wheezes and collapses backwards, unconscious as his fuel tank is punctured again and another sparkling punches through, a bit further north than the previous two. Ratchet tries to grab it but it’s slippery, and no sooner has he wrapped one servo around it has it sunk it’s razor sharp, serrated denta into his finger and torn off a chunk of his mesh. Swearing in pain, he drops it, and the little hellion bounces off his knee and onto the floor, rolling thrice and having the audacity to hiss at him before scampering away. This one doesn’t go under the berth, though: it makes a beeline for the console and is immediately starting to scale the perfectly vertical surface to get halfway up the wall. It shimmies up the wall like a god damn gecko and disappears into the rafters. To make matters worse, it starts screaming too.

Smokescreen had brought in 11 of those energon pods��eggs, they were eggs Ratchet had by now realized–and that meant 11 tiny, Unicron spawned parasites trying to violently escape their unconventional hosts’ bodies.

He had just barely stopped Bulkhead from bleeding out when Magnus threw up two at once, a pair of twins, and his midsection suddenly bowed outwards and an unholy screeching trio burst out of him as one. Five in Magnus, three in Bulkhead, that left four for Optimus. He was the only lucky one, as all four of the sparklings had decided to exit the way they entered. There was severe damage to fuel systems all around, cracked and shredded tubing and wounds in the mouth from the babies’ sharp claws, but they were going to live, thankfully.

There were 12 in total, and after getting a good look at them their parentage was unmistakable–even if they hadn’t known Smokescreen had stolen them from Starscream, they were all in his spitting image. The same sickly thin frames, too-small arms and legs and papery wings, sunken faces and optics far too big for their helms. Mouths full of several rows of curved, knife-like denta with jaw strength great enough to bite through an adult mech’s armor plating. And if that wasn’t enough to confirm it, the screaming set it in stone: the windows had long since shattered in the wake of all 12 voices hollering as loud as they could. They didn’t even seem to be all that distressed: there were no tears, no sobbing, just insistent, never ending wailing like those earthen emergency sirens. Only Starscream’s spawn could ever be this loud.

It took them over two megacycles to round them all up and get them out of the medbay so Ratchet could fix the non-lethal injuries in relative peace. They couldn’t make a decision on what to do with them all until the three unwitting incubators had a clean bill of health. Ratchet knew Optimus would want to do the right thing: return them to their mother. No wonder Starscream had been going crazy for the last month, it all made sense now, and he surely wouldn’t rest until he found his wayward offspring.

Keeping the twelve of them in the main room wasn’t too difficult, so long as the doors all stayed closed. Resisting the urge to strangle them, however, was much more difficult. Within 2 kliks Arcee was ready to power up the ground bridge and go dump them in the wilderness somewhere. The little hellspawn were borderline indestructible, as all sparklings were by earth standards. More than once one had fallen more than fifty feet from the rafters to the floor and had done little more than wheeze a few times before shaking themselves off and scurrying to climb back up.

She’d never seen a baby seeker before. No one had. The snobs never came down from Vos before the war, and no one was having sparklings in an active warzone.

Or, well. No one smart was.

Regardless. She’d never seen a seekerling before, and she honestly wasn’t sure if they were all this crazy or if they were so messed up on account of being Starscream’s spawn. It wasn’t just the screaming, no: it was the way their jaws unhinged to stick things in their mouths. It was the way their helms spun 180 degrees to look at things, it was the three-to-four rows of denta they all had. It was the way they flickered in and out of existence, some kind of unstable camouflage/invisibility, it was the way they climbed the walls and were hanging upside down from the ceiling while never letting up the ungodly wailing. They were only about human size but so loud they could be heard more than a mile away.

A fact evidenced by Agent Fowler’s sudden arrival. He couldn’t hear them, but they could hear him, barely. Informing them that the sparklings were causing a serious, dangerous disturbance in radio communication, and were to be moved offsite, underground, immediately. Arcee didn’t have it in her to argue.

#brandwhore writes #cryptid seekers au #second part involves the sparklings eating a bunch of government agents cuz the us govt is a little bitch #jk it's because they're chock full of tasty iron and other elements and the babies are hungry #i hope you guys enjoy starscream's crazy adorable little parasites as much as i do #when he gets them back he'll be cooing about how adorable and precious they are meanwhile everyone else is deeply disturbed

[apocalypse-shuffle]

AL SIMMONS | SPAWN (spawn 1997)

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“Healing” (Al Simmons x Fem!Reader)

| When Al dies it’s Terry who helps you heal through his absence. Too bad he’s in love with you though.

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| SFW, mentions of a character burning to death obviously, widowed and pregnant Reader

| Who gave Michael Jai White the right to be so fine?

| 2k+ words

It’s Terry who comes to break the news to you.

You’re in one of your favorite dresses, the one Al likes the most, heels on and hair done up waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

You’d talked a few nights ago. Al had gotten more sentimental than usual when while laying around after sex. He’d rubbed up and down your sides talking all about wanting to slow down soon, maybe add to the family outside of Spaz, move into a bigger house outside of the city.

There’s a beep outside and you smile to yourself, setting down two wine glasses next to your best ceramic plates and rushing to the door. You fix up your jheri curls in the reflection of one of the decorations on the wall as you wait.

It seems like tonight would be the beginning of you both settling down. You pick up the positive pregnancy test you left by the key bowl and hide it in your hand behind your back.

Rocking on your heels with a grin on your face you start to build yourself up. Al’s going to be so happy, you can’t wait to see the excitement take over the usually stoic man’s face.

It’s when the light from inside the house illuminates a face that’s not Al’s that your smile careens into a confused frown.

“Oh,” you put the test back by the keys. “I’m sorry Ter. Where’s Al?”

You look over his shoulder for him but when that doesn’t reveal your boyfriend and Terry still hasn’t spoken you turn back to the white man.

The look on his face makes your insides twist.

“Terry? Where's Al?”

Your voice wobbles and your face heats up as he only stands there searching for what to say.

That night becomes one of the worst of your life. Terry stumbles through his words, tears glistening in his eyes as he talks about a solo mission, about it not going well, how he was caught in a fire.

After that it starts to feel like the only time people engage you in conversation is to talk about the planning for Al’s funeral service.

You go to the viewing you mainly worked to set up and there’s hardly anything to “view”. It’s a closed casket out of necessity, and when you’d read the report and were sent to further identify his body you fully understood why. The sheer severity of the damage, the fact that the report uncovered signs of struggle meaning that your boyfriend had died being burned alive, had made you sob into Terry when you’d completed the identification.

That night you had curled up in bed angry at the fetus growing inside you because it seemed like a trade off. A baby girl was what your doctor said, for your husband’s soul and suffering.

It takes two months for you to get over that line of thinking and be happy for the little mixture of both of you. Your Cyan.

At the funeral Wynn tells you about how the mission that killed him was supposed to be Al’s last. He tells you he loved you till his last breath. It feels like salt in the wound. The way he’s eyeing you is as malicious as it is inappropriate.

You brush him off and walk over to your best friend. You’ve got a checkup to go to.

Cyan, you and Al’s little girl, comes into the world barely breathing and premature.

When you finally get rolled out by the nurses you watch her in the NICU with shaking hands clasped over your pendant and hope to everything that she doesn’t get taken from you the way Al did.

In the end Cyan makes it, you sign for your parental nights with the first speck of real joy you’ve felt in months, and then go home. She came two months early, six months after Al’s death and had to stay a month at the hospital before she was cleared, but your friends and family throw you a baby shower once she’s in your custody on the actual day she was due and you cry as you dance with her.

She’s beautiful, brown skin and a full head of soft curls on her head with the biggest most aware brown eyes. The first time you got to hold her she was barely bigger than your palm and looking at her now, nearly two months old and finally healthier, it makes you smile.

Cyan’s one and just barely talking, better at baby sign than you by a mile, and she’s giving you a run for your money constantly reaching for crap she can’t even see on your counters and shelves.

Her and the dog Al brought with him, Spaz, are constantly running around too but you love their connection.

Cyan is messily rubbing a stick of butter around a baking pan while babbling to you, only a few of her words actually cobbling together intelligibly, but you answer her back conversationally while completing your own task.

You’re stirring two bowls, one with cornbread batter and the other with brownie. Terry’s coming over for dinner at seven and you and your girl are more than happy to host him for the night.

Cyan because she gets to have some chocolate, and you because you appreciated the check-ins Terry made with you every few weeks.

You pour chocolate chips into the batter and pop one in your mouth afterwards. It’s as you’re going to fold the chips in that a pan gets shoved onto the counter and a tiny hand waves in your peripheral.

“Some peas?”

You huff but a smile tugs on your lips and you get a piece of chocolate and place it on her hand.

“Just one.”

Cyan gives you a look, lickerish lil girl, but thanks you regardless before putting it in her mouth. She sucks the chocolate while placing the second pan on the counter on her tiptoes. You help her push it further up before shooing her out the kitchen with the dog so you can get both items into pans and then the oven.

You’re slipping the basting pan out the oven to make room for the smaller ones when there’s a knock on the door.

Wiping your hands off on a towel you hurry to greet Terry. You hug, he’s sweet about it as he compliments you. In jeans and a shirt you swat at him and laugh before taking him to see Cyan where she’s playing with her wobbles in the living room.

The night goes easily after that. Terry’s lovely as usual and having an extra set of hands with your kid is always a plus. You guys eat and he compliments the hell out of you and you duck your head. You’re glad he’s here, you guys helped one another through Al’s death and he was a nice reminder of before.

You could admit that you didn’t mind that now. It didn’t send you into a rut anymore when you thought about all the things Al was missing, and you were thankful for that.

At the end of dinner, after dessert, Cyan’s all messy and so you go to bathe her. She only had some of the spinach, shredded chicken, a few bites of your cornbread and subsequently your brownie but she’s somehow still sticky. Terry talks about random things with you through the door and as soon as you’re done, and your girl has on her pajamas, the itis hits her and she falls straight asleep.

You put her on the couch as you and Terry keep talking. He’s stressed. Wynn has him covering a supposed smear campaign on him, fighting against nasty allegations (you make sure not to roll your eyes) and he’s been working around the clock running behind his boss.

Terry’s hand slides a bit too close to your thighs while he’s laughing, and he tries to put his arm around your shoulders while you’re watching a kids movie, but both times you easily shrug him off and keep it pushing without much thought.

When you suggest wrapping things up for the night, thoughts of Al swirling in your head and dampening your mood some, is when Terry makes a move you can’t actually gloss over.

You hand him his coat as he’s standing by the door.

“Thanks for coming, again.”

He lingers as he passes his hand over yours to take the coat.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Y/n. A good home cooked meal is always nice,” you blink down at his hold and he lets go. “So, uh, maybe we can do this again at the end of next week?”

“Sure,” you smile at him and his hand goes to the back of his neck as he bites his lip.

“Well goodnight,” he murmurs.

“Night,” you say. “Stay safe on your drive-”

You freeze at the feel of lips smashing against yours, hands coming halfway up to push him away before stalling. He’s kissing you, lips moving against your still ones, trying to coax you into action. Terry, Al’s best friend, is kissing you right now.

In the end you back away yourself, eyes wide and jaw slack.

“What…?”

Terry’s eyes are a fun mixture of pleading and excited as he tries to get closer to you. You take a step back and he finally gets the memo and stops, brows furrowed.

“Don’t tell me you don’t feel it, Y/n. I make you happy, you smile more when I’m here, and I can be a great father to Cyan,” he gestures to your daughter and something in you clenches in disgust. “I’ve always been fond of you, you're gorgeous and a great mother, and I think if you give us a chance you’ll love it.”

Finally you find your nerve.

“Terry, I appreciate the help you’ve given us, I really do. But the love of my life died barely a year ago and you’re hitting on me right now,” you move your hand to indicate the space between you. “You were my husband's best friend, there is no “us” and there never will be. I’m surprised you think I’d go for that with you at all.”

Terry reaches for your arm and you scowl, snatching it away.

“I know you miss him, I do too, but you shouldn’t let his death stop you from living your life.”

“You say that as if me healing implicitly has to happen with you.”

“It could. It has been.”

You roll your eyes, “The answer is no Terry.”

He runs his hand over his face as he watches you. Cyan starts to stir where she was left on the couch and you walk over to lift her up. Curled around her Spaz shifts his eyes up to watch as you take her before sitting up to follow you back to the front door.

Cyan babbles some before cooing softly and settling down on your chest. You hold her to you and sway softly as you walk. She’s got her father’s eyes as she blinks up tiredly. You smile down at her.

When you glance back towards Terry you notice the poor look he’s giving the both of you and give him a hard stare in turn.

He sighs, “I can still help you take care of Cyan…even if we don’t…you know.”

You shake your head.

“I think it'd be best if you gave us some space actually.”

Terry looks at you, eyes going big and glossy but all you do is adjust your daughter in your arms.

“Get out, Terry.”

“Y/n please-”

“I said what I said, Terry. You knew it was inappropriate and yet you tried it anyway. Me and Cyan will do just fine. Now get the fuck out of my house.”

Somewhere standing in between your legs Spaz starts to growl. You glare at Al’s former partner as he holds up his hands.

“Alright, I’m gone. Just look out for yourself, Y/n, you never know what kinds of assholes could be lurking around every corner.”

“Mhm,” you watch him until he’s finally closed your front door and don’t take your eyes off until his car pulls away.

As if you didn’t fucking know how dangerous it was for a single woman with a child, let alone a black one. Y’all would do fine though, you’d do your damndest to make sure of it.

Cyan shocks you out of your thoughts as her little hand starts to play with the pendant around your neck. You think of the matching pendant you buried Al in and give her a small smile.

“Hi Mama, you hungry?” At her seemingly answering coo you laugh and make your way to the kitchen. “Let’s go make you a baba then.”

NOTES: Yes, I know how unfortunate the dog’s name is. I also know the reader inserts for Spawn are nonexistent basically but I wrote this anyway so…who cares. I was just watching the movie again and had some ideas and low fandom engagement hasn’t stopped me before.

#spawn 1997 #al simmons x black!reader #al simmons x reader #black!reader #black y/n #widowed!reader #mom!reader #al simmons #spawn movie #spawn x reader #spawn

[sinfulseashell]

I.L.Y.F.I—>Chapter 2

Masterlist

—Sanzu Haruchiyo x f!reader

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—Featuring: Mikey, Kisaki, Sanzu, Y/N and a brief moment of Hanma.

—Warnings: mentions of alcohol, cheating, abandonment. Provocative language.

—Word Count: 2.7k

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A/N: Thank you all for you patience and I hope you enjoy the second look into “I love you for Infinity.” A Tag list will be made as soon one is requested, just let me know if you want to be tagged in this series.❣️

After everyone was settled down to eat, Yinming spoke about all of his dealings and how he would always avoid being in the law's radar by laundering his money into other small businesses. “Loaning dirty money? Don’t you think that would bite you in the ass eventually?” Rindou spoke with hardly any emotion as he rolled his eyes, hearing this man boast about his life is just as bad as listening to his brother’s sex life, in his eyes it’s disgusting and boring. Of course this caused a few snickers here and there before Y/N spoke, “I apologize for my fathers…boasting.” She paused and looked over at Rin with a sincere expression. “He tends to get carried away and usually mistakens average conversation with gossiping.” Sanzu turned his brow at the sudden quip, ‘Beauty and sassy? Damn.’ Trying to bite back his own thoughts the pinkette cleared his throat. “So kind of an asshole type huh? It’s fine we are used to dealing with those.” He chuckled, these comments only caused Yinming’s cheeks to flush. He sat tall, “Oh don’t mind her. Poor girl is still lost over her mother leaving, so of course she has a few…comments to say about me considering she loves to pin the blame.” He scoffed while taking a sip of his wine.

Y/N’s eyes stared daggers into the male as she stood up from her seat, “I wouldn’t call it pinning the blame…more so as stating facts,” she sighed placing the napkin onto the plate and turning to the three males in front of her. “Anyways congratulations, I’m sorry that I can’t stay any longer than I would like to, but I wish the three of you well and hopefully my father won’t run you off.” She scoffed and bowed, taking her leave. Sanzu’s cyan eyes watched with curiosity as Y/N left the room,

‘So the rich are just like everyone else it seems,’ the thought only caused a smirk to play across his lips as he trained his murderous eyes towards Yinming once more. “Women…always wanting to blame everyone but themselves. What can we do?” The male shrugged while he began to finish his meal. “Guess the problem is still not obvious enough,” the pinkette commented while taking a sip of his wine.

~4 Months Later~

“You mean it?” Sanzu stood up from his chair as he stared brightly at Mikey. “I’m only doing this because Kakucho has…other agendas. Don’t make me regret this Haruchiyo, I didn’t forget your last…Mistake.” That word caused the scared male to firm up, cyan eyes only wavering slightly as he nodded. “Y-yes o-of course…I didn’t expect you to be-“ Mikey cut him off as he looked back at Sanzu from over his shoulder, “What? So forgiving?” He scoffed. “I didn’t say I forgave you…I'm simply sending you off to do your job. Consider this a trial for redemption.” The white haired male spoke sternly as he faced away and continued to stare out the large window from his chair. “I’m done with you…now leave.” Was all the troubled male spoke causing Sanzu to leave without another word. As the pinkette stepped out of the office and into the hall, he sighed while letting a grin graze his lips, "Don't worry…I won’t mess up this time. I will redeem myself and be at your side again…” he uttered silently before walking out of the building and heading towards his first stop.

“Selene Lounge,” Sanzu scoffed as he walked past the bouncers and entered the plangent main floor already feeling overwhelmed. He quickly made his way towards the second floor ignoring all the stares…if he was to be honest with himself the stares aggravated him, knowing the only reasons they stared was because of his scars and the way he carried himself. ‘They ought to be fucking lucky I decided to stay sober…’ he hissed while opening the door to Kisaki’s office and seeing the well dressed male sitting at his desk with a woman standing next to him. Sanzu’s body became coarse as his attention was brought to the woman before him, “Tetta…I’m telling you if you decide to open another Selene Lounge in that area it will not financially go well for you. As your financial advisor, I highly suggest you think about the location.” Y/N sighed in frustration while looking over at the door and seeing the familiar pinkette. “Haru? Well. Well. Well. Small world,” she smirked.

Kiskai seemed unmoved from her reaction as he rolled his eyes in annoyance, still clicking away at the computer before him letting out a small grunt as he spoke, “You know where the money is Sanzu.” The males sharp eyes finally turned to look at him. “Well?” He snapped, now bothered by the way Sanzu stood there staring at Y/N. “Uh right…” he cleared his throat while closing the door behind him and walking to the safe. “Uh…w-what are you doing here?” Sanzu asked while he placed the code and unlocked the door, grabbing his bag and stuffing it with money. Y/N hummed as she walked around the desk to be closer to him, “Just working. Seems like I surprised you?” She teased.

It didn’t take long for Kiskai to cut the banter between the two as he finally spoke, “Ok, so what about this one? Maybe the location being closer to downtown would be a better choice?” Y/N eyed the male as she exhaled deeply, “Look I’ll find another location for you. Just…stop doing what you’re doing now before you do damage to your income. I have to go, but I’ll be back next week to discuss further into this, ok?” Taking her stand a soft smile played across her painted red lips as she began to head over to the door. “Oh! It was nice seeing you again Haru,” she cooed, hearing his name coated with her sweet, delicate voice causing a shiver to run up his spine. ‘Don’t let her leave…you need to talk to her…hurry! She is getting away.’ His conscience mocked him as he rushed to get the money, quickly standing and kicking the safe closed. Sanzu rushed out the office door and after Y/N quickly grabbed her hand, “Wait! Uh…l-let’s have a drink? On me.” He showed his best smile as he watched her eyes trail from their hands to his face, understanding what he did the male stumbled to let go and took a step back. “Sorry…I mean…fuck i stepped over a boundary…” As he stuttered and mumbled his apology Y/N began to laugh, shaking her head.

“Haru. Chill ok? It’s fine, you didn’t offend me or anything.” She looked at her phone and shrugged. “Besides I have a few minutes to kill, and well…after that conversation with Tetta. I need a drink.” The pinkette wouldn’t admit wholeheartedly that her answer made his scared up heart slam against his chest, fighting back a grin Sanzu only followed her to the open bar watching as her hips swayed in her pencil skirt. ‘No. Don’t be a Haitani…just focus…she allowed you to have a drink with her so just take this as a casual thing. Normal people do this Sanzu…be fucking normal.’ He hissed at himself in his own thoughts. “Haru? Hello? What did you want to drink?” Y/N waved her hand in front of his face to get his attention. “—huh?! Oh! Um…just a shot of vodka, and um…keep them coming.” Y/N’s eyebrow quirks upon hearing his request causing just the slightest hint of a smirk to play across her luscious lips just the mere sight of her lips curving up made Sanzu’s hands tremble.

Forcing his hands into fists over his thighs an audible sigh slips from him doing everything in his power to calm himself. ‘What’s wrong with you! Calm down! Casual! We said act fucking casual!’ The screaming in his head grew louder as he tried to calm his anxious body…that was until he felt a sudden warmth gently gliding over his hand, his eyes darting down to see it was Y/N’s delicate hand holding his own. “Hey…it’s ok. Would you like to go somewhere a little more quiet? Is it too loud for you?” Her angelic voice filled his entire body with something…he has never felt before, this strange, euphoric feeling…is this what people call it when they like someone? Or when they have a favorite person? Seeing that he had taken too long to answer her, the male only managed to nod his head quickly, looking away to prevent his awkwardness from showing too much. She smiled softly, “I understand.” Was all that needed to be said as the petite female stood from the bar calling out to the closest bartender, letting the worker know that the two will be taking their drinks outside. With just a nod it was understood, Y/N brought her E/C eyes to look over at the pinkette, “Let’s go outside.” Now holding out her hand to him with a weary expression Sanzu took her hand slowly standing and walking behind her, eyes from all directions followed causing his anxiety to become even greater but when he looked up to meet her gaze the same soft smile she always wore around him seemed to make everyone disappear feeling as though they were the only ones there.

Finally the cool breeze of the night reached his heated cheeks, inhaling deeply Sanzu walked over to the railing letting out an exhausted sigh, “I’m sorry. It’s…hard to be around a lot of people…” he whispered. “That’s understandable…you don’t have to apologize.” Her heels clicked along the tile floor while she leaned on the railing next to him, E/C eyes looking out at the beautiful skyline before them. “Besides it’s beautiful out here,” she smiled, Sanzu kept his eyes on her, heart racing as he watched her H/C hair dance from the breeze. “Yeah…beautiful.” He murmured, but when she brought her eyes to look over at him…he quickly turned to look away. “I mean the view…it’s uh…beautiful.” He stuttered while rubbing the nape of his neck nervously.

It didn’t take long for the atmosphere to become thick with awkwardness, at least for Sanzu. “So…Uh…are you from here?” This question was random, causing Y/N to quirk her brow, “I guess it’s obvious that I’m not from Japan, huh?” The woman giggled. “I'm from France. Well, born there not raised.” Finding out she was from another place brought more questions, “So why did you move here then?” He questioned, trying to strike more conversation from her to keep the woman close. “My father wanted to move here, his dream was to start an international export company..as you can see. He achieved it.” The smile she wore slightly faded from the answer, but quickly came back as if she forced it. Sanzu would pretend he didn’t notice the slight reaction, but the sight only brought up more questions.

Just as he was about to ask another question the door to the balcony opened revealing the bartender with their drinks, as the worker placed the tray down on a nearby table he spoke to Y/N letting her know just to press the button to signal for more drinks. “Thank you,” She showed the same bright smile to the worker before focusing her eyes back on Sanzu. “Anyways, were you going to say something?” Grabbing the shot glass she handed one to the pinkette and held the other for herself. “Oh! Yeah…Um when we met at your dads place before, I couldn’t help but to notice that you mentioned that your mother left…why?” Y/N stiffened from his question, her body becoming heavy with emotions she tucked away long ago. “Um…I don’t think…I mean it’s not important.” She tried to speak quickly while bringing the glass to her lips letting the vodka shoot down her throat, hastily pouring herself another.

This time Sanzu didn’t pretend not to notice her reaction, “So you say it’s not important, yet the way you’re acting tells me that it’s much-,” Y/N slammed the glass onto the table, her free hand gripping the railing. “BECAUSE THAT BASTARD IS A FUCKING WHORE!” She yelled instantly covering her mouth and looking down. “I’m…I'm sorry…” she sighed running her fingers through her hair keeping her eyes ahead to avoid his gaze, the woman kept silent before taking a breath letting the overwhelming emotions she once hid spill. “My mother just couldn’t handle the cheating…ever since I was born that bastard slept with anything that walked. Sparing the fact he used her to get close to the French businessmen in order to become rich!” She gritted her teeth. “When we moved here…everything only got worse, I grew up with my dad bringing random women home and a mother who tried to give me the love of two parents…finally she just…broke and left without warning.” Sanzu watched as a single tear slipped down her cheek just as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared with her turning to face him fully, a rayless expression showing on her once bright features.

“I regret the day all of you came to see him…he will only use you to boast more about his luxurious lifestyle. He is nothing but a low life who likes to take advantage of everyone else’s victories to make it all about himself…” she gritted her teeth again. “Haru.” His name that once came so softly from her was now rough causing him to become tense. “Y/N I-I’m sorry…I shou-,” she gently raised her hand to keep him from speaking more. “This conversation will stay between us, but…” the woman paused slowly, turning her back to him as she continued. “Our conversations should stay just business. Understand?” With those words she left, not giving the male a chance to even answer, watching her figure leave him alone it didn’t take long for the night to begin to feel cold and lonesome.

“You really know how to make a woman leave quickly huh?” A mocking voice filled the air causing Sanzu to groan. “Why the fuck are you here? And how much did you fucking hear?” He slowly turned to see a tall slender male coming from the shadows, bringing a cigarette to his mouth revealing the tattoos on his hands. “Enough to know that you don’t know how to talk to women.” He chuckled, taking a seat and pouring himself a shot of vodka. The pinkette watched in disgust as the male got comfortable moving himself away from the railing deciding it was best to leave so he could finish his route. “You like her. Don’t you?” Hanma’s question rang across the balcony causing Sanzu to freeze midstep.

Without turning to face him the pinkette scoffed, “As if. You really do like to fucking hallucinate,” He paused now speaking again, “Ya know what? I’ll fucking amuse you. Why do you think that? Hmm?” He cackled while turning to finally face the male. “Humor me huh?” Hanma hummed exhaling smoke from his nostrils while his lit cigarette sat in between drumming fingers, “Maybe you should stop humoring yourself, Sanzu. You make it obvious…trust me. For as long as I’ve known you there has not been anyone you showed interest in, and I mean anyone.” Standing from his seat Hanma began to walk towards him. “You mean to tell me that now…all of a sudden you want to get to…know her? Where are you from? Why did you move here?” He mocked, his chest rumbling with a low chuckle. “Don't take me for being stupid. You of all people should know that meddling with clients and business partners is a big…and I mean big no, no. Don’t you?” A slender finger grazed Sanzu’s chin causing him to slap Hanma’s hand away. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch me.” He hissed.

“Oh my, didn’t mean to upset you,” the colorful male laughed. “Just remember, you work for a tyrant who knows nothing about romance. Imagine what he would do if he found out that you’re making yet another mistake…for a woman.” Hanma cooed while heading for the door, giving a glance at Sanzu one last time with a sinister smile, “If you truly like her…be smart about it and don’t follow your dick. Alright? Well goodbye for now…Haruchiyo.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanon #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers boys #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers toman #tokyo revengers valhalla #tokyo revengers brahman #tokyo revengers bonten #tokyo revengers black dragons #bonten sanzu #sanzu headcanons #sanzu scenarios #sanzu imagines #sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #yandere sanzu #sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers x you #sanzu x you #sea: i.l.y.f.i❣️

[thrushforreal]

Its May the 4th!

What lightsaber colors would the batfam have? Would they be Jedi? Sith? Something in between, or something that is neither? Lets see! This is purely just for fun for me, if you don’t agreed with colors or anything that's fine, feel free to put in the comments what you think their lightsaber color would actually be!

Alfred: I feel like Alfred wound have a Light Blue Saber, based on his background in military. When he was younger he would have had a Brilliant Blue Saber, but as he grew older it faded. He isn’t any less capable, just older. Just a single sided Saber

Bruce: While it would be great to give Bruce a Black Saber, I personally don’t think it actually fits him. Instead I think that Bruce would have a Magenta Saber. He used to have a Purple Saber, tapping into some dark side techniques whilst training with the League. It turned Magenta after he struggled with his connection to the Force, losing it for a short while after Jasons death. When he finally reconnected with it, he found that his saber had dimmed from Purple to Magenta. He uses a single sided Saber.

Barbara: Babs has a Yellow Green Saber, more Yellow than Green as of late but still Yellow Green. Her color has never changed, not even when the Joker injured her. It didn’t change her, just made her think and use her abilities in a different way. When she does use her Saber it is a single sided one.

Dick: Cyan, a mix between Blue and Green. He used to have an Indigo Saber, a mix between Blue and Purple, and before that a Green Saber. But he no longer uses any Dark side abilities. And after many long hours of meditation he was able to reestablish his connection with just the Light side, although his new connection was no longer just on the spiritual level like it was before. He carries two like his escrima sticks.

Jason: At the moment Jason has an Indigo Saber, although it could change as Jasons Saber has changed the most. When he was first starting out as a young Padawan he had an Orange Saber, never fighting unless he had to, although pranking was very much on the table. After his death and subsequent revival his Saber took on a Purple color, due to Talia and the Leagues teachings. Talia was, unhappy, with this, hoping that he would come out with a Red Saber. When Jason was accepted back into the fold, his saber slowly changed into his now Indigo Saber. You know Ezras gun Saber, yeah Jason has that. He also just has a couple blasters in him, because, it’s Jason.

Cass: Cass has a White Saber. A White saber (for those who might not know) is a Saber that has been ‘healed’ so to say from the red of being on the Dark side. She had a Red Saber growing up, from exclusive use of the Dark side and her fathers influence. When she came to Gotham and started to work with Bruce and the rest of them she went through a Jedi healing ritual for the soul and came out of it with a blinding White Saber. She switches between a double-sided Saber and a single sided Saber.

Steph: Now Steph, you could give her a couple of different colors but I've decided to go with Blue. A deep brilliant Blue, a guardian of her order, always on the front lines, although she does seem to be dipping close to Indigo. She uses a single sided Saber

Tim: Tim has a Yellow Saber, his focus always been on more practical ways of fighting and learning. He and Babs have upgraded countless numbers of Jedi and Sith technologies, improving and perfecting them. He uses a double-sided Saber, like his Bo staff.

Trace: They have an Orange Saber, cementing their insistence on not fighting unless they had to because they are a healer. She has taken it upon herself to learn as many different ways to heal others with and without the force. Their saber is single sided, although rarely used.

Duke: Due to his Metahuman abilities I feel like Duke would have a Green Saber. Those with a Green Saber will tend to use Force abilities more than their saber. It just feels right. Fun fact Duke actually didn’t have a Saber for a good amount of time, and he just used the Force and his Metahuman powers. When he did get his Saber he didn’t want any modifications so he kept it single sided.

Damian: To the disappointment of Talia and Ras Damian has a Purple Saber rather than a Red Saber. He takes after his Father in that way, which is the reason Talia sent him to Bruce. While fighting with his Saber Damian will switch from single sided to double-sided to two sabers swiftly.

Happy May the 4th! May the Force be With You

#BatFam #Batman Oc #dc #star wars #lightsaber #shapes and colors #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dick grayson #barbara gordon #jason todd #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #tim drake #tim drake-wayne #trace drake #trace drake-wayne #stephanie brown #duke thomas #damian al ghul #damian wayne #this was fun for me

[medicdoodles]

For Day 1 of Dritchet Week 2022: Hungry and Pain

||(Day 2)||(Day 3)||(Last Day)

Siege Ratchlock. After two bots beat the hell out of Drift he meets a kind mech with a kond touch. A touch that will leave him with a hunger he can't fill.

The Dead End, damp, cold, unyielding and cruel to all of it's citizens. Old bots or new, here not even the light of the sun would give it's people hope.

Drift was a straggler, whatever whites he had were long soild. The aches, damage, pain on his frame have long pass the point of background static. Walking with no direction, walking because it made time move forward faster. Because it was harder than to let his thoughts take over.

"Like that one." An enforcer voice clip rang in Drift's microphone. "You there, we're investigating this rumor and would like your cooperation." They speed up to catch up to him.

Drift keeps walking, he stop caring a long time ago about bots trying to talk to him. "There's talk of a medic running an unauthorized medical center here in Dead End. Have you any information?"

"No." Primus, what kind of idiot would build a hospital here. They're just going to get their supplies stolen. That's not including whatever gang leader plan for them.

"Maybe we ought to smoke him out." The other bot following him to his left said. "Obviously these low lifes ain't gonna to tells us where their biggest hit will come from."

They push Drift to the ground, one of the microphones in his finals blew out. The metal crack in half, and one of the enforcers bent in his armor inwards. The exhaust goes up his throat, the fine grounded energon leave his mouth full of grit. The bands on in his engine snap, and it starts to click as the first warning of his system about to dying.

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There was a touch...

It was gentle, kind, coaxing him to wake up. Then a soft light enters his vision, too blurry to figure out where he is. Nothing really but a nice cyan blue against a faint gold aura. Drift didn't want to get up. You think being dead wouldn't hurt this much. Or even that you get to sleep in more but no, guess the universe doesn't work like that.

"Come on...", a voice came from the left side of his frame spoke. It too was soft, even though the it was on the lower register. "I know it hurts but please wake up." Melodic, cooing at his mic, making the fins flutter. However, it also carried a sorrow to it. As if it already knows that Drift has past away.

That soft touch turns into a gentle caress. It first pinches his dulled claws, then it moves to hold his hand. It feels so good that when it tries to move away Drift tightens around the retreating hand and pulls them closer. "Not yet..." Drift couldn't recognize his own voice. There was too much static, flipping through to many different stations to try to sound coherent. "Just a few more seconds..." he tries to plead with the kind touch.

Drift is not too sure about how he wakes up. All he sees is that bright cyan turn into a handsome face with the most divine smile. He can feel his intake start to go dry, and a hunger he's never known form. The way the other mech's field intermingled with his, relief joy and pride. It was all so beautiful and that's when he knows that he could never be full again, not without that wonderful field around him.

He finally opens his eyes and really looks back at the mech. "Oh thank Goodness." The mostly white bot squeezes their hands. "Your alright." His grey faceplate stopped worrying showing his true beauty.

"Yeah... I guess I am." How could either of them know that Ratchet would doom him completely.

#transformers #ratchet #transformers seige #transformers war for cybertron #transformers wfc #transformers wfc seige #Seige Drift #Seige Deadlock #fanfic #maccadam #ratchlock #dratchet week #dritchet #DRAtchet week 2022 #this is hella late

[gaoau]

Don't become somebody else—someone might see you

Raison d'Être warnings — none. word count — 2.0k

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[Name] struggled to comprehend her own brain at times. One moment, she drowned in shame at the thought of facing Chifuyu and his endless kindness; the next, she couldn't get the sight of his eyes out of her head. She rewound and replayed and burnt the scene of his expression smiling so brightly, reflecting back at her from the puddles on the ground. Beautiful, charmingly stunning. She needed to stop thinking about it, but she didn't entirely want to.

Inspiration was a lost child in a tumultuous crowd of repetitive adults. Sometimes it came to knock on [Name]'s door at inopportune times with eccentric ideas. It stood outside the hallway, bouncing on the balls of its feet and begging to be heard. This time, after months of no visits, it excitedly offered nothing more than Matsuno Chifuyu—rather, nothing less.

And [Name] couldn't argue against it. The amount of drawings she had managed in such little time, none of which she scorned. The painting of her memory, the first one she had finished for the first time in over a year. It boasted colors of every hue and saturation, neon lights and dark shadows and Chifuyu's enchanting blue eyes. Her hands itched to create more, to dive into the uncharted territory that were colorful portraits.

It seemed the changes from her brain inevitably manifested on her face and demeanor. As soon as she had walked into the office, Chika bounded up to her only to point out the grin spreading on her lips. "It's a good look on you, [Name]." She offered a gentle simper, subconsciously mirroring [Name] and her contentment. She grabbed her by the arm while excitedly chattering about her weekend and her plans for the following one. [Name] listened, nodding along, engaging with a colleague and allowing her to become a friend.

She typed away on her keyboard, leaving Chika's voice to entertain her as she caught onto every word she spouted. The graphs and trends on the screen became easier to read now that her mind wasn't as clouded by her own grey troubles. She leaned back onto her chair to glance over at Chika, smiling widely to herself while babbling. Maybe she could try drawing her.

Chika turned to meet her gaze. "So are you coming on Saturday, too?" she asked with a blinding glimmer of hope in her eyes. Brown eyes the color of molten chocolate and roasted pecans on toffee. [Name] didn't even get the chance to confirm or deny. "Actually! I shouldn't even be asking. You are coming for drinks on Saturday; we need to celebrate the wrapping up of your last project!"

"I mean, thanks, Chika-san, but that project was more on the tech team's hands."

"But you pitched it in!"

"No, of course, I just don't think I should take all the credit for it."

"But you're coming, right?"

[Name] puffed a chuckle at her excitement. "Yeah, I'll come."

When she left the office to return home, reciprocating the calls of be safe! from her team, [Name] allowed her brain to wander off. Her surroundings didn't shine with color, not at all, but that was the way things had always been. She didn't mind it—it didn't bother her. She was never opposed to black and white and grey; she was opposed to colors flooding her vision in discord. Green on the trees, cyan in the sky, blue on sailor uniforms, red on elegant ties. She saw none of them. She blocked them off completely. It was fine.

But although her own mind could lie to herself, her body disagreed. Logic against instinct, her feet guided her on their own will around the streets of Tokyo. Before she could even register the colors around her, she was staring straight into the familiar, intense blue of Chifuyu's irises. She blinked repeatedly to reorient herself. There was no way. Her gaze darted up towards the sign above her reading XJ Land. There was no fucking way she had unconsciously walked in the opposite direction to her apartment just to see Chifuyu.

But when Chifuyu waved at her through the window, taking care of ringing up a customer, [Name] knew she had wanted to come here both in mind and heart. She entered the store with a skip in her step, not bothering to browse the aisles for items she didn't need. Her eyes traveled around as she headed straight for Chifuyu at the counter, giving herself a chance to catch Kazutora glaring at her with the burning passion of a thousand suns. He was restocking the shelves as he pierced his glower right through her. She didn't really blame him.

It wasn't like Kazutora hated her. In fact, if anything, he still didn't feel completely comfortable with having her look at him. It unnerved him greatly to the point at times he had to hold back a series of shivers. Her eyes always scanned him up and down—whether voluntarily or not, he couldn't judge—almost as if they wanted to suck out every bit of information and maybe even life from him. A customer was a customer, no matter how infatuated they seemed to be with his appearance. It had been easy at first to dart away from her at any given moment, but with how frequent her visits to the shop were getting, his discomfort was starting to become more evident.

Which was why [Name] sent him a shy wave as a greeting before turning away from his furious, frowning scowl. At least it worked.

Chifuyu grinned brightly at her when he met her eyes, making her instinctively mirror his expression at the mere sight of him. She puffed a giggle while leaning on the counter to whisper, "I really think Hanemiya-san doesn't like me."

He laughed at her nonsense, "I'm telling you, he takes a while to warm up." Although [Name] didn't want to doubt him, it was clear in her tight smile that he did. Also leaning on the counter, he chuckled again, "Trust me, there's no way he won't like you once he talks to you."

"If he talks to me."

Amused chortles flowed and enveloped around them, cackling away at the expense of the poor man terrified that [Name] would steal his energy from him like a leech. Not that she would, and he knew that she wouldn't, but the sheer fact that he found her incredibly off-putting said otherwise. Chifuyu straightened back up, drumming his fingers on the counter with remnants of giggles dancing on his tongue. "So what brings you here, [Name]-san? You got food for Ai just a few days ago, didn't you?"

Ah, she couldn't help the way her own thoughts ran rampant and wondered if he remembered everybody else's buying habits. Stupid to even consider, but she liked the way her feet felt lighter and colors around her actually shone without overwhelming her. "You know, I was just passing by and thought I'd say hi." It wasn't entirely true and it wasn't entirely false.

"Oh, so everything's good with Ai?"

"Yeah, he's doing great. He's grown so much in three months."

[Name] didn't notice Chifuyu's attention sliding down to her hands, where he caught acrylic stains of various colors decorating her skin. In little over three months, Ai had grown so much, and so had [Name]. From despising her own creation, to refusing to carry on attempting more art, to dropping by XJ Land with paint on her hands. Ah, man, you're not growing at all, she had mumbled to herself in the face of a painting she loathed from top to bottom. Now here she was, right in front of him, wearing a proud smile directed at Ai, but Chifuyu knew she deserved it just as much.

Chifuyu had seen plenty of pets resembling their owners, but [Name] was different. She was an owner that resembled her pet. She had looked just like that drenched, skinny puppy on the brink of death. She now looked just like that same puppy, strong and alive.

He offered a gentle simper that suddenly reminded [Name] of Chika. "I'll be glad to see him anytime. You should drop by whenever you take him out for a walk." He left room for an answer. And then he processed his own forwardness. "If you have the time, obviously!"

[Name] burst into giggles at his frantic cover-up. Anything was so incredibly sweet in his voice that she barely knew what to do with herself as she listened to it ring into her ear. She desperately wanted to know him. Him and his voice and his mannerisms and everything that had come to make him like he was today, smiling at her with so much peace and joy in his mind. She wanted to know all of Chifuyu like the back of her hand, even if she didn't know her own hands all that well; she knew they created beautiful things at times, as much as they stumbled and tripped and destroyed more often than not. He was quite like that and [Name] wanted to know all of him, simply because it was him.

"I'll make sure to bring him next time, then."

With a pencil between her teeth and a measuring tape in both hands, [Name] finally decided to face her biggest fear: the two-meter canvas. As she measured its longest side, she came to the realization that two meters was a little bit of an overstatement. Abandoning the tape, she blindly reached for her phone on the table behind the canvas, unlocking it and swiping her finger on the screen to open up the calculator. Her other free hand removed the pencil from her mouth to tap it rhythmically against her temple.

"Okay, so… a hundred and eighty-three times… a hundred and twenty-two… Oh, that's an ugly number if I've ever seen one." Despite unnecessarily criticizing the number, she still scribbled it down on a post-it note. "Okay, divided by a thousand, that's… twenty-two point three two six. Meaning, I need a thousand rectangles of roughly twenty-two centimeters of area each. So if twenty is five times four—" One hand punched in the numbers, the other one jotted down notes, "—twenty two is… Uh, yeah, four point four six—I'll round it up. Four point five should work."

[Name] clapped her hands to hype herself up, the sound echoing through the apartment and startling Ai to his feet. She sent him an apologetic smile before focusing back on the canvas that no longer loomed over her now that it lay with its longest side horizontally. Using the measuring tape as an unreliable ruler, she marked down the limits for each division on the canvas. With the first rectangle—almost square if it weren't for that .5—sketched in, she felt her ideas coming to fruition and materializing right in front of her. It was wonderfully fulfilling.

She took a step back to assess it from a distance. So small. The section was so incredibly small. She suddenly wasn't sure if she could draw anything in a four by five space—A cry of pain interrupted her train of thought. Her shoulders jolted in surprise as she whipped around, snapping her attention to the floor. Ai stared up at her with wide eyes. "Oh, Ai, baby, I'm sorry, did I step on you?" 

Her knees hit the floor before she could even react as she pulled the puppy into her arms. She could hardly believe he was big enough to be at a chest level when she crouched. Fortunately for [Name], Ai loved her so much he immediately forgot she had mercilessly stomped on his paw. The hefty weight prickling on her skin vanished when she pressed a kiss to his head. She scratched the dog behind his ears while rising from the floor. She still had nine hundred and ninety-nine more squares she needed to get through. And she was determined to finish this.

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[rayons1only1started]

Red

Ironically, most of this chapter is written in Blue's pov. Oh and Blue can see sorta but it's a bit blurry.

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I was chasing a trespasser, or whatever the hell these were. Red called them that. And, despite all the hate toward him, he was the only one who knew stuff.

I turned the corner, but the trespasser had already disappeared.

"Shit. Stupid eyesight." I mumbled.

One day I had both of my eyes working. Then I tripped, (sure buddy) and no more eye! I don't know how I tripped, I think it has something to do with Red. He acts guilty around, like he tripped me, and regrets it.

I ain't buying it. JUST HATE US, WE KNOW YOU DO!

 I was jolted out of my thoughts by Orange, who came to say that Yellow had killed the last one. I sighed in relief. Trespassers can be such a handful.

I turned to thank Orange, but he was already gone. Probably hungry. If he's hungry he is best left alone; He tends to get hangry. 

I go to find an ice pack. Whenever there are no trespassers, I put an ice pack to my eye so it would hurt less.

I was heading to the infirmary when I heard quiet sobbing coming from a room. It was muffet, but you could tell the person who was crying was really sad. 

The sound led me to Red's room behind my castle. 

What has Red done to them? Who is even in there? If it's Green I will find Red and murder him. Or just knock him out. I-I mean if it's anyone-

My thoughts were interrupted by a scene I didn't think I would see. 

Red was sitting there hugging his knees, with his back to the door, sobbing. I froze, surprised.

"Red?" I asked softly, scared.

I didn't get an answer, and came to the conclusion that he must have fallen asleep. I had no idea what to do, as we have never seen Red in this state. Should I help him? He was rude to you. That was long ago. And he is the reason I can see at all.

I decided not to do anything, but tell the others. Quietly, I closed the door, and went to find the others.

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Slowly, I gained consciousness. I heard voices, whispering about me, and a softer one, telling me not to fret and pretend to be asleep. That everything was fine. That he was back.

That one was the voice. 

But, I was not fully awake, and didn't recognize it. 

Believed it. 

Let it lull me back to sleep.

----------------Blue POV--------------------

I told the others what happened, and they wanted to see for themselves. When the others saw (In Green's case got described), this was what they thought:

O: "Idk what to do."

P: "Leave him."

B: "I never thought I would defend Red, but we shouldn't leave him. I found him sobbing." (Red had stopped by then)

P: "He locked me in the vents, and I'm still trapped in here!"

O:"We all know you wouldn't come out if you could, you think-"

P:"Why you little annoying-"

Y: "Idk about all y'all but Red was never rude to me or cyan. He just seemed really busy, and distracted."

C:"I confirm."

B: "Ok, how about you Green?"

G: "...I say we move him." 

After that we agreed on moving him. I brought him to the infirmary, and put him on the bed.

"I hope he doesn't mind..." I say.

"Who cares?" Purple's voice echoed from the vent. (Why you little -----------! Don't hate on Red!)

I turned and left, taking an ice pack with me. But noooo. Then a group of trespassers entered. Uhhhh. I put the pack down and started to walk around hoping to find some players. I got two, and was chasing the third one when they turned the corner and bumped into Green. 

Snap! Blood splatters us.

Then Green turned to me and started toward me. "W-Wait! Can't you tell I'm not a trespasser?"

"Sorry. I can't really tell, and you stopped running then." Green apologized, and I thought I saw him blush as I turned and walked away. I sometimes wish he was always by me, and his voice is- Why am I thinking this? We are just friends, and nobody here is more than that except maybe Red and the other guy. They were always doing everything together before the other one left.

[rayon-the-great]

Kill Me Now, My Love

Red

Ironically, most of this chapter is written in Blue's pov. Oh and Blue can see sorta but it's a bit blurry.

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I was chasing a trespasser, or whatever the hell these were. Red called them that. And, despite all the hate toward him, he was the only one who knew stuff.

I turned the corner, but the trespasser had already disappeared.

"Sh1t. Stupid eyesight." I mumbled.

One day I had both of my eyes working. Then I tripped, (sure buddy) and no more eye! I don't know how I tripped, I think it has something to do with Red. He acts guilty around, like he tripped me, and regrets it.

I ain't buying it. JUST HATE US, WE KNOW YOU DO!

 I was jolted out of my thoughts by Orange, who came to say that Yellow had killed the last one. I sighed in relief. Trespassers can be such a handful.

I turned to thank Orange, but he was already gone. Probably hungry. If he's hungry he is best left alone; He tends to get hangry. 

I go to find an ice pack. Whenever there are no trespassers, I put an ice pack to my eye so it would hurt less.

I was heading to the infirmary when I heard quiet sobbing coming from a room. It was muffet, but you could tell the person who was crying was really sad. 

The sound led me to Red's room behind my castle. 

What has Red done to them? Who is even in there? If it's Green I will find Red and murder him. Or just knock him out. I-I mean if it's anyone-

My thoughts were interrupted by a scene I didn't think I would see. 

Red was sitting there hugging his knees, with his back to the door, sobbing. I froze, surprised.

"Red?" I asked softly, scared.

I didn't get an answer, and came to the conclusion that he must have fallen asleep. I had no idea what to do, as we have never seen Red in this state. Should I help him? He was rude to you. That was long ago. And he is the reason I can see at all.

I decided not to do anything, but tell the others. Quietly, I closed the door, and went to find the others.

----------------Red POV----------------------

Slowly, I gained consciousness. I heard voices, whispering about me, and a softer one, telling me not to fret and pretend to be asleep. That everything was fine. That he was back.

That one was the voice. 

But, I was not fully awake, and didn't recognize it. Believed it. Let it lull me back to sleep.

----------------Blue POV--------------------

I told the others what happened, and they wanted to see for themselves. When the others saw (In Green's case got described), this was what they thought:

O: "Idk what to do."

P: "Leave him."

B: "I never thought I would defend Red, but we shouldn't leave him. I found him sobbing." (Red had stopped by then)

P: "He locked me in the vents, and I'm still trapped in here!"

O:"We all know you wouldn't come out if you could, you think-"

P:"Why you little annoying-"

Y: "Idk about all yall but Red was never rude to me or cyan. He just seemed really busy, and distracted."

C:"I confirm."

B: "Ok, how about you Green?"

G: "...I say we move him." 

After that we agreed on moving him. I brought him to the infirmary, and put him on the bed.

"I hope he doesn't mind..." I say.

"Who cares?" Purple's voice echoed from the vent. (Why you little -----------! Don't hate on Red!(Yes I simp for Red))

I turned and left, taking an ice pack with me. But noooo. Then a group of trespassers entered. Uhhggg. I put the pack down and started to walk around hoping to find some players. I got two, and was chasing the third one when they turned the corner and bumped into Green. 

Snap! Blood splatters us.

Then Green turned to me and started toward me. "W-Wait! Can't you tell I'm not a trespasser?"

"Sorry. I can't really tell, and you stopped running then." Green apologized, and I thought I saw him blush as I turned and walked away. I sometimes wish he was always by me, and his voice is- Why am I thinking this? We are just friends, and nobody here is more than that except maybe Red and the other guy. They were always doing everything together before the other one left.

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Now do you know who the other one is?

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