#yeah i've debated between them honestly

[42starsintheuniverse]

Sokka & Zuko- The Invisible Winner of the Kataang/Zutara Debate.

Please don't take this as "Shipping War Bait", I'm doing a character analysis of ATLA about my opinion on which close Zuko relationship makes the most sense!

I feel like fandom treated Zuko/ Sokka as a crack ship but like?? That's never made sense to me.

Firstly I personally think that Aang will always remember how the fire nation destroyed his people. No matter how much he consciously says he forgives Zuko (& the fire nation) I would BET that unconsciously there's still something deeply hurt in Aang that can never truly be healed about that. As a result, Aang would not be able to LOVE Zuko as close as his other relationships. It's one of those hard to swallow pills but it's just how I interpret the characters. Aang's body has that bias, the deepest parts of his mind won't ever forget the horrific fact that his people are dead because of Ozai, and Zuko is Ozai's firstborn.

I know Aang's whole thing is that he preaches forgiveness, but here's the thing... We aren't always aware of how deeply our trauma affects us. Sometimes you don't hold a conscious bias against people... You hold an Unconscious bias. And to me, Aang holding an unconscious bias against Zuko, and not being as close to him, makes sense.

Toph could honestly work with Zuko, I think she's also a good contender for closest relationship. Though I see it in either a platonic or romantic sense (depends on the vibe). I think there could be a bit of 'fandom implicit bias' there in having Zuko and Toph constantly presented as platonic only. Like, Toph is disabled, she's blind... Do we ever question that maybe we don't like putting her with people romantically because she's disabled? Is Katara the one people ship Zuko with romantically- because Katara is more traditionally attractive? Toph is short, stocky, has short hair, is brash, and blind... Like, there's a chance she doesn't get the same treatment as Katara because she's not traditionally attractive in the way Katara is.... Something to think about.

-All that being said, I like Toph and Zuko as having a close bond either romantically or platonically. I think it's funny that they're both born rich kids, I think it's funny that they only have one fully functioning eye between them (and the comedy and hijinks that leads to). And they do work really well together throughout the show, Toph forgives Zuko when he accidentally burns her feet. And Zuko clearly appreciates how chill Toph is- she doesn't have PERSONAL bias towards Zuko as the son of the Fire Lord, in the way that the other three do.

Moving on to Katara, I have a similar sort of feeling there. It's made obvious that Katara SAW her mother die at the hands of the fire nation. It was traumatic, it was horrific, and because she was a child watching it- that is likely a DEEP core memory. In the context of the show, Zuko helps Katara find the man who killed her mother, because it's sort of a levelling of the scales. It doesn't even make Katara LIKE Zuko, it makes her neutral towards him. He helped her to basically right a wrong (that's her perspective). So yeah- for the same reasons, I've just never been convinced that Zuko and Katara could have a strong and intimate relationship because of the deepness of Katara's trauma. It takes a significant amount of time in terms of the show for her to even start talking and trusting Zuko at all. Doesn't FEEL like good romantic potential to me.

But Sokka, Sokka is the best fit of them so far. The thing is, Zuko and Sokka have a lot of different experiences- but shared values. Consider the things they've had to deal with, Sokka had to handle a huge level of grief & pressure as he quickly became responsible for his family and community at a noticeably young age. Then consider how that parallels (it is not THE SAME, but there is a PARALLEL) to Zuko's abuse & exile. They're both young men, they're both conditioned to think they should be a certain way (Sokka a warrior, Zuko a tyrant). Sokka is creative & inventive, which mirrors how Zuko has to create a new emotional source for his fire bending- once again, these are parallel elements of their characters, and demonstrate how they could relate to each other.

Sokka as a character is also slightly more separated from the association between the fire nation and the death of his mother- compared to Katara. Once again, she saw it happen right in front of her as a small child, Sokka was slightly older when the event happened, and didn't see it first hand.

There are some more generic elements of their characters that might suggest gay subtext; such as Sokka's hypermasculinity being a masking behaviour so no-one would think he's attracted to men. (Most people understand why that is; but if you don't know- leaning into very masculine things as a man, can make it feel like people won't question your assumed "straightness").

But I think what I've touched on is more relevant because it's very much tied to THESE specific characters, and how they interact, and how they could relate to each other.

TLDR; Zuko and Sokka work as a ship cos they have less things stopping them (barriers to intimacy & trauma to heal from). And they have probably the highest relatability to each other's lives, allowing them to trust each other and open up, compared to the other characters.

#ATLA #zukka #atla zukka #sokka x zuko #writing analysis #character analysis #character study #shipping #ship discussion #Please don't start huge fights about this #It's not supposed to be an attack #It's supposed to be a deconstruction of the relationships #I just hope people understand that

[thatboymikey]

Can I req some poly Billy Loomis & Stu Matcher x male reader??

Where the reader has started working with Randy at the video store and starts ditching them for him at school and the two start getting jealous of how much time Randy seems to be spending with the reader?

Hello everyone, sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I've been busy recently, but I hope this is good and that you enjoy it I’m sorry if anyone is out of character, I have never written for these two before and I have not watched the movie in a while, so I apologize for that.

TW: none maybe underage drinking idk

Words:1,234

rating:pg-13

You had recently been hired by Randy at the video store much to Billy and Stu’s Dismay. You explained to them that you needed the money but that didn’t stop them from being annoyed with you. After a week of working there, you realized that Randy was a good guy and you often appreciated the small talk you held during shifts. The talks would range from new releases to the schoolwork you two had forgotten about. After a little while you two eventually began to hang out with Randy outside of work most of the time you two would hang out at each other's place and watch new movies that had just been released. When Billy found out about the two of you hanging out he immediately consulted Stu about it debating whether or not they should bring it up. It was a Friday at school and your two boys were beside you talking about their plans for the weekend as you put away your books. “Hey, Y/N Stu and I are planning on renting some films and doing a movie night at his house you down?” Billy asked as you were closing your locker. “Sorry guys I would love to but I have to work all day tomorrow and Randy and I need to watch the new releases for work,” you explain with disappointment in your voice. “Yeah, like you have to watch the movies with him.” Billy commented with an eye roll “I do I’m sorry but you don’t get to be mad at me for needing to do my job.” you argue “You never hang out with us anymore we miss you.” Stu says dramatically as he swings his arm over your shoulders. “Again I’m sorry but I need to work you know I need the money besides I’ll try to get a shift off it I can but no promises.” you compromised with them as you began to walk out of the school with them. “Can we at least walk you to work?” Stu asked as he lightly took hold of your hand “Yeah that's fine” you replied with a smile “Just try to act civil at the store if you stick around I’m not trying to get fired.” you asked “Yeah yeah whatever maybe it would be good if you got fired at least you could hang out with us again” Billy sighed as he walked behind you and stu. “Billy what the hell is your problem” you stopped as you walked to be face to face with Billy. “Randy… Randy’s my problem” he mumbled under his breath. “Randy what does Randy have to do with any of this?” you question “You’re always with him it’s almost like you like him more than us.” he says while looking at his feet afraid to catch your gaze “Billy look at me,” you say sternly as to let him know you’re being serious. Billy catches your gaze as your eyes soften to look at him “Nothing is going on between me and Randy. We just hang out together every so often to chat and we do watch movies for work so we can review them and recommend them to other people.” you explain as you grab his hands in your own. “I don’t like Randy like that and I’m almost 100% sure he is straight so he has no interest in me either if that's what you’re worried about.” you reassure him “Come on I honestly don’t want to work today so I’ll ask if I can get the day off and hang out with you guys.” you say to make them feel better “yes” stu celebrates as he smiles and grabs your hand. You three begin walking to the store to pick out tapes and to let Randy know that you’re not going to work today. When you arrive at the store Randy greets you warmly with a hug and a smile while he nods at Billy and Stu as they walk around looking for tapes. “Hey Randy, something came up and I can’t work today. Do you think you can cover my shift?” you ask with a sympathetic smile “Yeah no problem why can’t you work today?” he asks with a raised brow “It’s personal I’m really sorry” you reply not wanting to share the real reason why you can’t work. “Oh okay I’ll see you next shift though right?” he asks “Yeah of course I’m sorry again.” you apologize “It’s okay I get it see you later.” he says as you begin walking out “See ya” you reply stepping through the doors to wait outside for your boyfriends to check out tapes for tonight. 

*Stu’s house*

You sit on the couch with Billy in between your legs as you're waiting for Stu to come back with popcorn and drinks “Alright popcorn… and some beer for my two favorite boys” Stu says as he sets down the popcorn and drinks on the table in front of you. “Okay what movies did you rent?” you ask as you grab the cold beer in front of you “We got some good ones alright we’ve got nightmare on elm street, the exorcist, and drum roll please… Friday the 13th!” he says as he pulls out the three tapes they rented “wow all classics I approve,” you say with a cocky grin. “What should we start with?” he asks as he displays the movies in his hand “I wanna watch nightmare on elm street” you say with a smile as he sets the other 2 films down and put in nightmare on elm street. “Okay let’s get this party started” Stu laughed as he took a swig of his beer. “Hey guys,” you say wanting to talk to them about earlier. “Yeah,” they replied as they both turned their attention to you. “I’m sorry about not always hanging out with you. I don't want to make any excuses but I just had work and Randy always wanted to hang out and I felt guilty if I said no,” you explained as you looked at both of them. “I want to be clear nothing is going on between Randy and I and you two are my boys nothing is going to change that,” you say as you take both their hands into yours. “Hey Y/N I’m sorry for becoming so jealous about Randy I just… I don’t want to lose you okay” Billy explained as he looked at you and Stu. “hey it’s okay I get it I’ll make time to hang out with you guys more okay.” you say as you cuddle into both of their arms. “Okay,” they say simultaneously with a smile as they place a kiss on your cheeks then eventually kiss you on your lips. “You’re my boys never forget that I love both of you,” you say as you kiss both of them once more “We won’t,” Billy says with a smile while looking at both you and Stu. “I love you guys” Stu chimes in with a gushy tone as he pulls you closer. After tonight you would eventually hang out with Randy less and less and typically would only talk to him during your shifts or at school. You also took more time out of your schedule to be with Billy and Stu. To say this made them both happy would be an understatement. 

-The end 

#x reader #fanfic #horror #slashers #scream #billy loomis #stu macher #poly ghostface #slasher x reader #slasher x you #ghostface x reader #ghostface #writers on tumblr #x male reader #x male y/n

[our-aroace-experience]

ok so here's my ace/arospec story

ace:

i learned about being ace

oh i don't know

12 years old maybe

i searched it up after reading about it online

"aroace definition"

it went something like

"being both aromantic and asexual"

i searched up

"aromantic"

"asexual"

at first i thought it was a bit strange

i hadn't learned yet

to distinguish

between romantic attraction and sexual attraction

because i didn't know

people actually wanted sex

people actually saw someone and went

"wow"

"i want to fuck them"

i had a crush on a childhood friend of mine

at the time

(a guy. i am a girl.)

i'd always assumed i was cishet

grew up in a conservative christian household

slightly offtopic but honestly my parents were great

not stereotypical conservative christians

both allies

they had friends who were trans and gay

i'd checked out queer media from the library

and they were fine with it

anyway

back to the story

so since i had a crush on the opposite gender

i assumed ofc

i was cishet

well ofc i wasn't into sex, i was just a kid

but at age 13

almost 14

i was alone

in a hotel room, no parents, on instagram

that's the only time i could get that

late night phone time

when i didn't have parents around

i found @i.put.the.ace.in.disgrace on instagram

scrolled through every fucking post

on their account

and on the #asexual tag

i related to those posts

like

a lot

a suspicious amount for someone supposedly allo

even though i was just a kid

yeah maybe i'd grow into it

maybe i'd feel attraction one day

but not now

and who the hell was going to tell me

what i could or couldn't identify as

so i tried out the ace label

spent hours and hours

wondering if it was right

if i was really ace

if i wasn't too young

but going back to being allo felt wrong

so i decided to keep the label

the first person i came out to

was an online friend

they were so amazing and supportive of it

i love them so much for that

they said i'd been on their gaydar for a while

(a message i still think about

when wondering if i'm really ace)

felt sick the next day

i'd always been an ally

supported my queer friends

arospec aspec trans homosexual i supported them all

but it made me sick

to think about me

myself

being queer

it was sort of rough

but i got through it

later

came out to my friend and her mom

they were cool about it

i knew i'd be safe

they weren't ecstatic or super happy

but they accepted me

"cool"

that's what they said i remember it

i was a hot mess that day too

stuttered over all my words when trying to come out

and they still accepted me

i love them

later

i decided to hint at my identity to my mom

talked about not liking sex

i checked out a few ace books

from the library

my mom took me aside

i don't remember her exact words

it went something like

"it's natural to be curious

but you can't be ace at 14

you're not trying to be

are you?"

ofc

i managed to convince her i was allo

had to be more careful then

arospec:

i'd only had one crush.

one crush who i'd liked as a friend first.

you see where this is going, don't you?

well

i didn't

i'd heard that aces had not very many crushes

so i assumed i was just Really Really Asexual

and i couldn't be aro hahahaha

i'd been in love before!

aros cannot be in love!

oh by golly i was wrong

i started questioning

(only one crush?

my friends are all over their crushes

plural

and i've only had one??

maybe i'm not as allo as i thought)

i debated over gray-aro and demi-aro

picked demi

it described my experience more accurately

came out to aforementioned friend

then aforementioned online friend

they were chill about it

(fucking love them)

then i 3d printed a black ring

and a white ring

ace

and aro

and this is maybe the best part of the whole experience

i had friends who were stereotypical conservative christian

queerphobic

they complimented my aro and ace rings

and so did my mom

and that made me really happy for some reason

shit that was a long ask im sorry

thank you for sharing! i hope your mum comes around to you being aroace one day

also side note: this reads like a poem it’s so well written!

#our aroace experience #asexual #aromantic #aroace #ace pride #aro pride #ace #aro #arospec #demiromantic #aroace joy! #aroace asks

[emira-addams]

Hazbin Hotel - Odette x Velvette - Juliet and Juliet in Hell

Interlude: Blanket Bunkers and Bedroom Blunders

In the flickering light of the TV screen, Clara and Octavia squatted in their cozy fortress of blankets and pillows, which they had collected from all corners of the Carmine mansion with Rosie's help. The two best friends wore matching pyjamas, onesies made of fluffy fuchsia frotté fabric, each in the shape of Godzilla with teeth sewn onto the hood. Between them stood a half-empty bowl of popcorn, a treat from Rosie's kitchen.

Clara's attention was glued to the action on the TV screen as she blindly grabbed a whole handful of popcorn from the bowl and stuffed it into her mouth. On the screen in Clara's dim room played a horror movie that she had recently found in the far corner of a cupboard in the living room while cleaning out their movie collection.

"This cinematic execution is more akin to a bad comedy than a good horror movie," Octavia scoffed snidely. She rolled her eyes in annoyance as the characters in the movie made a decision that would surely seal the end of their lives. "Yeah, great idea!" she grumbled, her voice filled with sarcasm, as the characters, stranded without a car and with cell phones without reception somewhere in the middle of nowhere, walked into the first abandoned house they could find. "What could possibly go wrong? Humans are so fucking stupid..."

"Why do they run up the stairs instead of to the door?" Clara complained, full of contempt for the cliché-dripping movie script, as the raging killer appeared on the screen with a roaring chainsaw and chased after the intruders.

Octavia's boos and hisses filled the room mockingly. "How are we ever going to get any sleep tonight from fear?"

"Oh, wow..." sneered Clara as the raging killer sliced one of the main characters in half with his chainsaw, blood and gore splattering across the screen in all directions. "Anyone who finds this seriously creepy has either big brain damage or has never watched Rosie cook." Clara suppressed a gag at the thought of Rosie's special diet.

Suddenly, a very strange noise interrupted Clara's mocking laughter and elicited a startled gasp from her. "What was that?" she wanted to know, distraught, while she could feel her pulse in her ears. Her heart raced in her chest.

"I thought you didn't think the movie was creepy." Octavia writhed in laughter on the ground. "I didn't expect you to be so easily spooked by a maniacal chainsaw murderer and some blood, you live with a cannibal after all," she teased her best friend, a wide grin curling her lips.

"I don't think that movie is creepy!" protested Clara, her face bright red. "Besides, for your fucking record, my Mom lives with a cannibal and I live with my Mom. So I can't really do much about the cannibal..."

"Oh, don't be so fucking coy, Clara, I've heard you call Rosie Mamá before!"

Suddenly, Clara and Octavia startled again as the very strange noise sounded again. The debate was forgotten as reality dawned on Clara. Velvette must have snuck into Odette's room and these moans-

Clara quickly shook her head to dispel the thought. She desperately tried not to let the associated images arise in her head. "Uhm..." She cleared her throat awkwardly as she felt another wave of embarrassment roll over her and her cheeks took on a darker hue. Her lips hastily formed an apology to her guest. "I'm so fucking sorry, Octavia, I didn't think... I mean, I thought we were having a peaceful sleepover together. I didn't realize that my sister... I didn't expect my sister... that she and Velvette...", Clara stammered. She couldn't really find the right words and cast her gaze to the floor in shame.

Octavia let out a light laugh. "Hey, don't worry," she reassured her best friend and put her hand on her shoulder with a sympathetic look. "Honestly, it's not your fault... and somehow in a weird way, this situation is pretty funny."

The night dragged on while the noises continued.

Furiously, Clara pressed her hands over her ears and desperately tried to block out the noises coming from her sister's room. "Kill me, please!" she begged her best friend as they laid together in their sleeping bags on the floor of Clara's room, staring holes at the ceiling.

"Velvette doesn't really have a quiet voice, to put it kindly..." Octavia commented dryly.

Clara wailed, a deep red flush of embarrassment still on her cheeks. "This has been going on for fucking hours..." she groaned. "Don't they need a break?"

Octavia waved her hand. "It's a full moon today. Just be glad that the sleepover party is at your place and not mine. You really don't want to have to listen to what my father and his boyfriend are up to tonight..."

Clara shivered as an icy chill ran down her spine and wrapped herself tighter in her sleeping bag.

"You know, I'm not sure what's supposed to be scarier..." Octavia turned onto her side. She looked at her best friend with wide eyes. "This ridiculous horror movie, or that I've become an unwilling listener and a witness to the sex life between your sister and Velvette..."

Clara chuckled, a slight smile forming on her lips. "Definitely the latter," she asserted, "at least we got to laugh about the movie together."

Clara was glad her mother wasn't home yet. Rosie certainly wouldn't rat Odette and Velvette out to her, but Clara would definitely complain to her sister the next morning about this late-night disturbance...

Chapter 08:

#hazbin hotel #my writing #ao3 #fanfic #juliet and juliet in hell #clara #clara carmine #hazbin clara #hazbin hotel clara #helluva boss #octavia #octavia goetia #helluva octavia #hazbin hotel carmilla #carmilla carmine #carmilla x rosie #blooming gun #rosie #hazbin hotel rosie #odette x velvette #duette #odette carmine #hazbin hotel odette #velvette #hazbin hotel velvette #stolitz

[carpisuns]

moving blogs

hey guys, i've been debating about this for a while, but I've decided to make a new main. From now on you can find me at @marimbles!

Maybe it's because I used to delete my tumblr account every few years haha but I've just really been craving a fresh start! To me and probably most people here, carpisuns will always be a miraculous blog, but i have become a lot more multifandom and I'd like to have a space that I feel better reflects me and my interests moving forward. I also feel like I might be a bit comfier with fewer followers in general(?) Idk, a blank slate just sounds nice!

I thought about deleting this blog, but I would hate to lose everything on it, so I'm going to keep it up. And maybe I will still occasionally pop in here, idk. But starting soon I will no longer be active on carpisuns.

Thank you for the years of support and community! I've made so many friends here and received so much encouragement, first as chatnoirinette (if you were there back then haha) and then as carpisuns. It means the world to me! The ML fandom was especially kind to me as a brand-new artist in 2019 and I can honestly say I wouldn't be the creator I am today without that community.

OK this sounds like a goodbye lol I will still be here! Just somewhere else. Obviously I'm on a crazy zelda kick right now that may last for anywhere between a month and a million years but I still love ML and TOH and will probably post art for them sometimes over on my new blog. but yeah just fair warning that it will be a lot of zelda lol

Thanks again! Mwah! <3

#mine

[beyondthegame]

“You′re the sweetest I've ever tasted” or “I will love you without any strings attached” for e please? thank you <33

E’s day has been going terribly.

They forgot to go shopping and ran out of eggs this morning. Spilled tea over their notebook which caused a string of curse words to fall from their lips. Had a mini argument with their mum over the phone. Read a damaging story about them in the press, which has all been accompanied by writer’s block.

Alongside the fact that you haven’t replied to their last text, which wouldn’t be an issue if everything else hadn’t been going wrong.

E lets out a heavy sigh before running a hand across their face. They could do with a break, it would probably reset them for the better.

“Oh, fuck it.”

Mind made up, E reaches over the coffee table, picks up their phone, checks the screen and slips it into their pocket.

Their shoes are on next, and as they walk past the full length mirror in their wide hallway, E’s immediate thought is ‘I look like shit’ but they’re not going to see anyone (fingers crossed!) so it’s fine.

E loops their keys around their fingers and pulls open the door. The sight outside their door would usually bring a smile to their face, a witty, flirtatious comment after that, but they’re honestly surprised to see you.

“Hi,” they blurt out, lacking their regular self-confidence.

“Hello,” you murmur, a slight smile on your own lips as your eyes scan E quickly—and whilst they’re hating how unkempt they’re looking at the moment, you’re actually a fan of them looking comfortable in sweats and sliders. “Going somewhere?”

E points down the hallway. “Um, the bookstore, yeah.”

“Hm, want some company?”

E doesn’t hesitate. They give a causal nod and for once today, they can smile. “I’d like that.”

—

“You were coming to see me, then?” E eventually asks when you’re side by side and halfway down the street. “That’s why you were outside my door?”

You smirk. “No, it’s just normal for me to find out where celebrities live and just stand there,” you utter sarcastically.

“Ah, of course, you’re in your stalker era,” E murmurs, continuing the joke as you both turn a corner.

“I would’ve replied to your text if I was stalker,” you shoot back, only to receive a side eye from the musician.

“That’s a fucking low blow.”

You chuckle at the pout on their lips, silently claiming victory. “My phone died, and then I had training,” you admit, realising that you’re outside the entrance to the little bookstore. “Thankfully it did or I wouldn’t be here with you.”

E pulls open the door and takes a step back, allowing you to go in first as the bell above the door chimes. “Little victories for us,” they murmur as they go in after you.

It’s only a few minutes of walking around until E’s settled. They look less stressed, the tension has fallen from their shoulders, and they’re happily picking up books and reading the blurbs with a creased brow—debating whether to buy the literature or not.

“Do you come in here for anything particular?” you question, your eyes scanning over rows and rows of shelves, seeing as other customers get lost in between them.

E shakes their head. “No, not really. I mean, obviously it’s nice leaving with books, but just being here is…comforting. It gets me out my mind a bit.”

They’ve overshared. They can tell, E’s internally squirming at the anxious thought whilst you’re standing here happy to listen to their detailed answer.

They wet their lips. “I don’t…this doesn’t really happen with me and other people,” E rambles.

“What?”

“Being here, sharing personal stuff,” E answers.

You blink. “What’s it usually like with people you end up fancying?”

E thinks for a moment, plucks a book off the shelf and flicks through its pages. “It’s usually, ‘I’m famous, we find each other attractive, we fuck, and I may hear from them again, most likely not’ and that’s it.”

You nod a little. “Okay. What about you and me then?”

E returns the book to the shelf before turning towards you. “Uh, well, you and I haven’t had sex.”

“No, I know,” you say, “but you said that’s how it usually happens. What makes me different?” you question. “I mean, you do fancy me.”

E snorts. “Do you reckon?”

You smirk. “Well, you have mentioned it once…and from what I recall you hadn’t had a sip of alcohol, so I’m guessing it wasn’t a drunken mistake.”

The two of you are walking to another bookshelf, in sync almost. “Maybe a sober one?” they joke.

Your gaze snaps towards them, only to find a broad grin over their lips and their dark green/hazel eyes shimmering.

“No, it wasn’t a mistake,” E utters. “I don’t know, I suppose I just didn’t think anything romantic would between us. Or we’d only be friends and nothing more. Or, you wouldn’t like me back,” they trail off. “The list is endless. I have always found you attractive, if that helps.”

You laugh. “That does help.” You pause. “I do.”

“Hm?”

“I do like you back,” you say, your voice a little stronger as E absorbs the words and smiles at them.

“I did gather,” they utter. “But it’s nice to hear those words on a bad day.”

You think for a moment. This should be the hard part out the way, admitting feelings to each other, yet it still feels like there’s another hurdle to get over.

“So where does that leave us?” you ask.

“Hm,” E hums. “When I said you’re different, I meant it. We know how the other feels now so maybe we’re attached and tangled up in strings now, or maybe its knots.”

The books are a little forgotten because you’re in front of E now, and whilst they’ve said all this in a somewhat confident persona they’re nervous as hell.

They’ve thought what it’d be like to kiss you, date you, be in an actual relationship with you that doesn’t have them questioning whether they’re enough.

Definitely knots.

“I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic so it means I should ask you out on a date and admit that I’ve thought about kissing you at least once,” E says.

The corners of your lips twitch upwards. “Only once?”

“Don’t let it stroke your ego.”

“Oh, it already has,” you laugh. “Are you going to?”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

E blinks. “You want me to?”

“I really want you to.”

Funnily enough, it’s common thought that E’s been with and fallen in love with many people. Additionally, it’s extremely far from the truth, so they find all of this nerve wracking: the stepping forward, the hand on your cheek, their thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“You still want me to kiss you?” E asks, their lips close to brushing yours, yet needing extra confirmation.

“Of course I do,” you whisper. “We’re in knots, aren’t we?”

And they do. E’s flutter closed, their lips fall against yours and it’s gentle and sweet. Everything they had imagined and more.

#drabble #e acevedo #e being all expressive with their feelings but not expecting anyone else to be 🥺 #I basically did both prompts #long drabbles are my weakness #this is actually so long wtf #nikka 🫶🏼

[dyradoodles]

Hiiiiii! 💕 I was just wondering….. what are your preferences for Zack & Seph? Do you ship ‘em, is it up to circumstance, does the age matter to you/do you consider their age and their gap? Why not even throw in how you fell in love with Zack & Seph to begin with? Do you have sources?? MLA format for Zack’s fandom page???

*plops down on floor*

Details plz! ❤️

Ah yes hello person that I definitely do not know, who definitely didn't see me say I could write an essay about this very subject on discord LMFAO

I'll put the actual essay under a cut for people who don't want to scroll through my Many Feelings about these two lol As a TLDR to your questions:

Yes I ship them, but also Yes it's up to circumstance! Yes I consider their canon ages/the age gap (which most visibly manifests in me only drawing them platonically if I'm drawing Zack as a Second/with the puppy hair, or writing a fic taking place during CC)! I was actually into Aeriseph first and stumbled into ZackSeph fics, and realized it was a similar dynamic, but with someone who spent time with Seph canonically before he went bananas! All of this was before CC came out and I've been loving these characters for 20+ years!

To borrow a phrase (from crylin iirc), honestly, I like just seeing them standing next to each other, romantic or no LMAO <3

NOW, FOR THE ESSAY.

So to expand on what I said earlier, I think it's obvious from my blog and ZS server that I ship these two LMAO That said, the way I ship them is based heavily on the era of fandom before CC was a thing. I got into FF7 around 2002 (possibly earlier, I just don't have the dates on drawings that old), five years before CC came out. At the time, we knew next to nothing about Zack beyond the very short clips of him in OG. So, fandom did what fandom does best, and tried to fill in the blanks!

Some of the efforts to figure out who Zack was went all the way down to his name, because it's Zakkusu in Japanese. So you'll see him as Zax, too - There were heated debates on whether to use Zack or Zax. And no last name! Fandom had to come up with surnames themselves. We also didn't have much of a reference beyond his polygon model, which seemed to have darker skin and, (as many fics described it) violet eyes. It was also assumed that, since he was a First who worked closely with Sephiroth, he was probably around Sephiroth's age. You likely already see where I'm going with this, laying all that out lol The Zack I draw and write is very much based on that time period, and if I'm honest, that's the character I really ship with Seph. I still joke in my fics sometimes that Zack's last name might be Donovan or Darklighter, etc., which are old fandom surnames!

Now, obviously CC came out and threw all this on its head, because we finally got a whole GAME about this (important!) minor character. I have many beefs with CC's writing and Square's insistence that so many of their characters need to be child prodigies (they can't ALL be prodigies, Square!!!). With Zack going from an assumed early 20s to suddenly being 16, and all the craziness of CC's plot, the way I approached the ship changed as well.

This is where I would firmly say my stance is: I don't think Seph had any interest in Zack romantically, in CC. Because that's a kid lmao If I'm engaging with the Compilation as a whole, I definitely lean way more into the mentor/mentee relationship for the two of them. As a personal rule, I only draw them platonically if Zack's got the puppy hair, because that was the most obvious visual cue I could think of that could draw that line between Zack's teen years vs. adult. If Seph managed to not go insane, then yeah, later in life I could still see them getting together! But clearly that's already AU territory lmfao

Ultimately, what I like best about Zack & Seph is how they treat each other (while Seph is still sane lol). That goes for platonically and romantically. Zack is so genuine and kind, and treats Seph the way he always wanted to be treated - like he's human. He can joke around with Seph in a way most people simply can't. Meanwhile, Seph treats Zack's feelings with respect, even during the times he's laughing at Zack for being ridiculous. He's also honest with Zack. He answers truthfully when Zack asks what's wrong, and it's clear that it's because he knows Zack is not a threat; Zack will take Seph's feelings seriously, too. I can enjoy the drama of the trauma and heartbreak that comes with Sephiroth's descent into villainy, but my favorite stuff definitely involves a lot of Nibelheim fix-it fics lol

Despite all the changes CC made to Zack and his relationship to Sephiroth (RIP Second in Command Zax Donovan/Darklighter/Knightblade, my beloved), their actual dynamic with regard to how they treat each other stayed, miraculously, intact. That's the real reason they're still my favorite characters, and how my enjoyment of FF7 has remained as strong as it is after literal decades. Square can retcon as many things as they want in the Compilation, but they'll never stop me from making art and fic of the characters I grew up with. Unless I get a C&D for some reason LMFAO Until then, I'll keep enjoying my AUs (and if anything, I have even more reason to enjoy them now that AUs themselves are canon - you bet your ass I'll be in the AUs where ONLY OG happened and I can ignore everything else LOL)

Thank you for the questions!! It was fun to get all my thoughts written down in one huge chunk, as opposed to my typical disjointed ramblings to my friends. Hopefully it was an interesting read!

Sources:

Fanlore. “Zack Fair.” The Organization for Transformative Works, 2 Jan. 2023, fanlore.org/wiki/Zack_Fair.

Doodles, Dyra. "Way Too Much Fandom Lurking." Dyra's Childhood to Adulthood, Copious Amounts of Fanfiction, 3 Apr. 2024

#zackseph #sephzack #ask #yes the sources are in MLA format #yes I put perhaps too much effort into this #I HAVE NO CHILL WRT FF7 LMAO

[gaytotaldrama]

duncney week day 1: admitting feelings

some mid-TDI duncney for the soul <3 duncney song of the day: 'jane says,' jane's addiction (really more of a courtney song but the vibes are there)

also on my ao3!

Her day is unceremoniously kickstarted by someone rapping furiously on her door. 

"Courtney!" Bridgette shouts, heedless of time of day or volume. "Court, you in there? You're gonna wanna see this!"

Courtney sighs. She had planned on spending a lazy afternoon stuck to the sheets with a book in her hand and her lawyers on standby, but it's pretty hard to gain any semblance of privacy when you're sharing accommodations with a bunch of other teens. Courtney neatly slides her bookmark between the pages of In Cold Blood, marking her place for later. 

On the other side of the door, Bridgette's wearing an uncharacteristically large grin on her face. She's usually smiling, but this feels a tad overdramatic.

"Um," Courtney says. "Are you ok?"

"Geoff and I were watching the bonus reel from yesterday's episode," Bridgette explains. "Chris just sent it over."

Courtney rolls her eyes - there's a reason she purposefully avoids watching any more of Total Drama than she's socially expected to. Last night, Duncan had done really well in the challenge, and - 

"And what exactly is so urgent about that?" she asks, before her mind can get away from her.

Bridgette grins again, gap-toothed and rosy. "Just come to the rec hall and see what Duncan said about you."

"I hope Heather knows that if she's gonna try and seduce me for gain, it's not gonna work. I'm not Trent, ok?  The only chick I dig is Courtney. I miss her. I've never felt this way for anyone before - I mean. Uh. Whatever. I'm not all lovey-dovey or anything. Sigh."

"I don't get why it's such a big deal," Geoff says. "You guys made out. You already know you're into each other!"

Bridgette levels her boyfriend with a glare so quailing, he actually gulps. "It's not the same!" She squeezes Courtney's shoulder, eyes sparkling. "It's not the same, right?"

Courtney shakes her head slowly, staring at the paused screen. She feels like she does right before she goes on to crushanother debate team - really good, and also really jumpy in the stomach. "It's not," she says, hoping she doesn't sound as mushy-gushy as she feels. "It's so, so not."

"Think about it, Geoff," Bridgette continues. "Yeah, we were flirting all the time on the island, but it was different when you asked me to be your girlfriend, wasn't it?"

"Ohhhhhhh," Geoff says as realization dawns, eyebrows disappearing beneath the brim of his hat. "'Cause it's a totally different vibe! Righteous."

"And?" Bridgette turns back to Courtney, bumping her elbow playfully.

Courtney hums noncommittally. "And?"

"Do you feel the same way?!" Bridgette practically explodes, and Courtney feels flushed and frizzy and unfocused all over again. 

"Well," she starts to say - her face is melting like she's just had too much of her uncle's homemade salsa. "Well, I...um..."

Oh, come on, girl. It's just Bridgette and Geoff. 

...And Ezekiel in the corner over there, but I honestly can't tell if he's dead or asleep right now.

You trust them.

She nods, a smile spreading across her face. The stupid, delinquent, idiot, caring, sympathetic, frankly gorgeous boy on TV is paused in eternal red-cheeked hell forever - because of her. 

"I've never felt this way for anyone before, either."

#duncney #duncney week 2023 #my writing

[forlorn-crows]

You can't just ask me this crow, I'm so bitchy bestie-

So I'm gonna give you two I'm most bitchy about :)!

Ghoul characterized wrong? It's Rain. Oh my god. It's rain all the way, people either make him a shy little thing uwu boy or he's a massive bitch. Not even a fun bitch, like genuinely I've seen some people write him as being so snarky and nasty for literally no reason and it drives me up the walls!!!!! Like yes he can be bitchy, he's a little sharp tongued at times, but he's not? Malicious? Or cold-hearted? Honestly it's more recent I've noticed the shift towards bitchy Rain than anything else, like end of last tour coming into this one but this one especially. It frustrates me to nooo end because like, stop it, I'm putting him up on a shelf you can have him back when you learn to be nice to my babygirl.

Ghoulette? Cumulus but especially Lus when she's shipped with other ghouls. By herself she's seemingly always the mom casted character (I'm pretty sure you've heard my feelings on this already so I won't bore you with that rant today) and just sooooo bland, but when she's shipped with any of the boys (90% of the time it's Mountain specifically) it feels like she literally doesn't care about them? Feels like she's written as just tolerating their affections, its rarely ever her being actively in love with someone else.....?? I think thats why I'm so fond of the way you write her and Mountain tbh, because it actually feels like she, yknow, likes him.

Anyways

I have opinions man.

- Void

we're here to biiitch lets goooo (though i said it already, when it boils down to it, there is very little i seriously have a problem with when it comes to how we as a community write ghouls that technically dont even have fucking names lmao. its just interesting to see what irks people, and how true some of the patterns can be amongst fellow creatives)

malicious is def the word i was trying to find when speaking about dew being written as mean. look, i love mean rain as much as the next person. bc mean rain is hooot. but hes not 'mean for the sake of being mean' like i said. as a person. obviously kink and scenes are very different, i'll try to stick to speaking about character as a whole. but, i get what you mean, its like, im pretty sure he exists somewhere in the middle there?

and some others have some thoughts about the 'uwu boys' as well. and yeah, honestly? i want my ghouls to read as old as fuck hellbeasts. i dont want them reading like innocent children. and i dont want to get in a debate about agre either, bc thats a different boat, but thats part of the reason i dont read or write agre. rain is not a dainty shy innocent uwu little creature. he is strange and offputting and confident and reserved when he needs to be etc etc.

again, ive got specific stuff to go over about lus. but, i do think you bring up a good point about writing the ghoulettes in relation to the ghouls. which, as a bi woman, why dont we write different gender pairings moree????? hello????? again, different topic, not the task at hand. but i think it has to do with what you're saying here. its like there's a piece missing in their interactions. and sometimes it can get into objectification territory bc they arent fleshed out properly.

if were saying the ghouls are poly....then the GHOULS. ARE. POLY. you know what im saying?? its not just the group of 'boys' and the group of 'girls'. i want the in between too. and i'll always make a point to write more of it. thank you for being fond of my mountlus, bc i am very fond of them and their relationship.

@divine-misfortune

#ask #void

[speedwalkingtheplanes]

Willow characters as D&D classes and races not because I can't sleep, but because I don't want to write tomorrow's session

Unlike my Percy Jackson version of this post, Willow has pretty clear ties to D&D, especially the 2022 show, so I'm not really going to be changing characters' races for this list. For all intents and purposes, they could be played in the world they're in, rather than adapted into a high-fantasy setting like I did with PJO. That said, I will be taking a couple of liberties with it, and trying to make it at least a little interesting. Same rules as the last one: minimal reflavoring, and no hombrew or unearthed arcana.

Willow Ufgood: Halfling Transmutation Wizard. Yeah, I know that all of the magic-users in the Willow-verse are referred to as sorcerers, but I think there's some nuance between how they use magic, and Willow, despite his intuition, certainly does not find his magic born within him. He doesn't necessarily have a natural gift for it, but rather finds careful study and many of years practice aiding him in becoming the magician he is by the time of the series, not to mention receiving a spellbook at the end of the movie. I struggled for a little while to decide what his subclass is, as we only really see him doing generalist magic. That said, war magic or order of scribes are out, seeing as he isn't a battlemage at all, nor does his spellbook play as important of a role as a scribe's would. So, considering his feats of returning Raziel to her human form, and restoring the Galladoorn warriors, transmutation feels like the most apt option for him.

Madmartigan: Human Swashbuckler Rogue/Battle Master FIghter. I had initially thought Madmartigan would be a champion, but thinking back on his fight against the Nockmaar soldiers, I think it's fair to say that he exemplifies the Art of War qualities that are so prevalent in the subclass. Swashbuckler is much more clear-cut. He nails one-on-one combat, and certainly has the high charisma necessary for the class, not to mention how he aids Franjean in picking the lock on the cage.

Sorsha Tanthalos: Human Hexblade Warlock. We don't see a lot of Sorsha's capabilities, so I'm gonna play flavor far more than mechanics with her. We know that she is a skilled fighter, and we see some of that, but I like the idea that her patron is her mother, and her pact ends after Bavmorda's defeat. She's certainly charismatic enough to trick Madmartigan into letting down his defenses enough to allow her a chance to escape from him, and was seemingly quite the leader in the quest for Elora, so I don't feel that this is too much of a stretch.

Rool/Franjean: Fairy Fey Wanderer Rangers. These two are interesting. I had almost made them gnomes, but I think them being fairies themselves (alongside the other Brownies) makes a bit more sense. They're definitely rangers, what with their affinity with animals, tracking abilities, and association with other fey creatures.

Airk Thaughbaer: Human Crown Paladin. We don't see a lot of Airk, but given that Madmartigan named his son after him, I think it's reasonable to put him on this list. He's kind of the ideal Galladoorn knight, fighting for country and fellow man against the forces of darkness. While I definitely think he's a paladin, other sublcasses might work for him.

Bavmorda: Tiefling Undead Warlock. Bavmorda being a tiefling is really only because she has the name "The Demon Queen." (And yes, I know that tieflings are infernal and not abyssal, but there isn't an abyssal race in D&D, so this is what I've got.) Her class and subclass seem pretty clear-cut. We find out in the series that she had made a pact with the Withered Crone, so she's clearly a warlock, though whether she's undead or undying is up for debate. In all honestly, they really aren't any different, and undead is just better.

General Kael: Human Berzerker Barbarian. Kael's so cool, but we also don't see much in the way of his combat ability. He's certainly very skilled, and he can also take a beating (the man took a sword to the face, and then kept fighting after getting stabbed), not to mention his shouting about "Now you die!" That feels very much like a raging barbarian to me.

Kit Tanthalos: Human Champion Fighter. Champion was my first choice for Kit, but I thought that I should dig deeper for her and kept trying to find something else. I've seen people say that she's a swashbuckler, or a battle master. I've even seem some people say that by the time she has taken the Kymerian Cuirass, she's gained three levels in artificer and become an armorer. And I hate all of that, because it's all too damn much. I think Kit's most important arc as a character is learning that she isn't the invnincible fighter she thought she was, and that her main character syndrome doesn't actually make her the main character. As far as that goes, I came back to champion, because I think the simplest fighter subclass conveys that journey really well.

Airk Thanthalos: Valor Bard/Oathbreaker Paladin. Airk is really interesting to me from a character creation perspective. He's clearly high charisma and low wisdom, and he isn't too shabby with a sword. He could very easily just be a paladin, and the Crone's corruption caused him to be an oathbreaker, but he's just too charming for me to not make him a bard too.

Jade Claymore: Human Samurai Fighter/Devotion Paladin. I've seen a lot of people say that Jade is a battle master, and while I see it, I think Samurai is a significantly more interesting choice for her. She's definitely not an average knight, and we can clearly see her wisdom in her fighting and her decision-making. As for paladin, Graydon aptly points out that her devotion is her driving force on the quest. If it's that important, than I'd say it counts as an oath.

Scorpia: Human Scout Rogue. There isn't a lot to go on for this one, unfortunately. She's clearly well-versed enough in combat to beat Jade, though I'd argue that she's simply a higher level. Being a scout would be beneficial for the forest-swelling Bone Reavers, and we see her have some skill with a throwing knife, which feels much like a roguish quality to me. (Ignore that Airk Thaughbaer also kills someone by throwing a knife.)

Thraxus Boorman: Human Berzerker Barbarian/Swashbuckler Rogue. I figured that Boorman was a barbarian/rogue early on, and was pleased when I saw some other people saying the same thing. I don't think Berzerker really fits him, but the only other non-magical barbarian sublcass is battle rager, and that fits him even less. (Seriously, there needs to be more non-magical barbarian subclasses.) It is possible that he never made it to three levels of barbarian, and just has a one or two level dip. (If i were to optimize him, it'd be two levels. That way reckless attack can be used to proc sneak attack at any opportunity.) I also don't think his rage is purely angry, but instead reflavored into sorrow that is masked with humor. As Madmartigan's squire, it makes sense that they would have the same rogue sublcass, and we definitely see Boorman's charisma shine through the series. Plus, like Madmartigan, he can pick locks. Ish.

Graydon Hastur: Human Lore Bard. Yeah, he's said to be a sorcerer in the show, but the man casts magic with his flute and gives other characters inspiring pep talks. If that doesn't make him a bard, I don't know what does. College of lore because he's very booksmart, and collects dead languages and ancient stories like an old lady collects little spoons.

Elora Danan: Protector Aasimar Divine Soul Sorcerer. And finally, the chosen one herself. I really wanted to make her wild magic, but divine soul unfortunately just makes more sense. I feel that of the sorcerers in the franchise, she's the only one that's actually a sorcerer. We don't know anything about how Raziel's magic works, so there's really no figuring her out, and Cherlindrea is more of an archfey than anything else. Elora, on the other hand, has an inborn aptitude for magic. She still has to practice, and reads Willow's spellbook, but that's more about control than power for her. As the child of the prophecy, and the one destined to defeat evil and unite the lands, it makes sense to me that she would be an aasimar, a divine being imbued with the power of celestials. She also has the chef feat.

There's certain characters that I left out, either because we don't see enough of them for me to properly gauge what they might be, or I think they'd be better with monster stat blocks than character sheets. But maybe I'll revisit this later and figure out characters like Silas, Lilli, and Ballantine. In any case, let me know if you disagree, I'd love to hear what everyone else thinks.

#willow #willow 2022 #willow ufgood #madmartigan #sorsha tanthalos #kit tanthalos #airk tanthalos #jade claymore #scorpia #thraxus boorman #graydon hastur #elora danan #bavmorda #general kael #dungeons and dragons

[scalproie]

I've been seeing lots of debate regarding the Tekken 8 character endings, especially compared to MK 1, and since I'm not that big on the lore, I wanted to ask how you feel about the different approaches these games went for those endings?

Honestly its a matter of personal preferences I would say!

MK12 decided to make every character ending canon, thru them you get to learn what the characters have been up to post-story mode, and if you have additional questions, you may find an answer in the dialogue intros. It's pretty straighforward even if you do have to do a bit of research to get the full picture. Mortal Kombat also doesnt have a clear-cut protagonist (even if fire god Liu Kang is the closest we get to that role) so it's easier for it to divide the focus on it's multiple characters, and the fact that it's very much a fantasy setting means that you have an infinite amount of lore to establish, so you never run out of things to say and do with characters.

Mortal Kombat is trying to build a world, but that means that everything the characters do are meant to move this worldbuilding forward, and the future story, along, you dont really get "fluff" out of MK12's endings. And also, MK12 doesnt exist in a vaccum, it's a new timeline so it's obviously going to be compared with its predecessors, and sometimes it's like "look we're making a callback to a previous thing!" or "look we're doing this thing completely different!", and let's just say that if you DONT like those choices and changes, well you're fucked. Because it's here to stay. And sadly Im in that category.

As for T8, the story mode and the characters endings are NOT related, every single T8 character ending is non-canon, BUT. the characterization is. It's all "fluff". And it's honestly not a problem bc it makes things more focused: the characters episodes have a clear beginning meant to establish the character's motivation, a few dialogues between the different fights, and an ending, and out of all of that you get a clearer picture on who the character is, on their relationships with other characters... the endings dont NEED to advance the story forward bc that's what the story mode is for, the endings are here for presentation, for spectacle, for fun. And they're MAD fun.

As opposed to MK, Tekken has a clear set of protagonists: the titular tournament hosts, the Mishimas, and I'm lucky enough to find their story really interesting and to have them as my favorite characters. Some other people don't, however, and that's where you usually get the "oh [...] didnt do anything in the story!"

In MK12, that can be a problem, bc the story is ALL you're gonna get about your fav, but in T8, it's like... yeah? This is Jin's story, why the fuck would Feng (chinese kenpo master wanting to be the strongest) be relevant. And imo, his inclusion in the actual story was the best it couldve been (he lost to a wing chun master who chose to support Jin so he joined the bad guys team to get revenge, we see him for one fight and thats it). Not ALL characters have to be relevant, and if you want to see more of your fav: well they have an entire episode dedicated to them, with a fun little cgi cutscene at the end!

Tekken is like a movie: you dont need every character to be fully developped to drive the message of the story across, Mortal Kombat is like a franchise: every character has something to contribuate to build the world and move the story forward. Tekken wants to be Fast And Furious and Mortal Kombat wants to be Star Wars. They're different with both positives and negatives.

#with all that being said I like t8 more than mk12 bc i didnt like a lot of mk12 stoey decisions while t8 was like a feast for me lmao #tagging later #mortal kombat #tekken #anon

[smallcrystals]

pls pls pls i need some flashspruce headcanons, idc what they're abt i just NEED

i've been on the verge of insanity lately

this is so real and honestly your insanity brought back mine so thank you

i feel like part of the reason i've kinda fell off my eqg soapbox is bc i felt like i've said all i've ever wanted to say abt them, but i don't think i have actually! if you do not mind me repeating myself occasionally:

between flashspruce, flash has the most experience with boys despite having realised his attraction to them later than timber did. this is mainly because flash is surrounded by more boys because high school, the maths is pretty simple

timber, on the other hand, had a more complicated relationship with sexuality because his gender was doing all sorts of funny things. he had an idea that he was pan (of course, he didn't have the words for it yet) but he was never sure if he was romantically interested in boys or just admired them so obsessively he wanted to be one. as timber grew into his teen years he realised it was both lol

timber hides this with his confidence but flash can see right through it because he's dealt with boys like this before when they've hit on him previously (though they're never quite as cute as timber is. pretty privilege i tell ya)

when they're friends, they have this specific dynamic that idk how to explain (the closest i can think of is hyung-dongsaeng in korean culture), but essentially it's this feeling of wanting to dote on your friends that are younger than you (even if it's just by months). that's how flash treats timber in the early stages – flash finds out he's older than timber by a few months and now he cannot think outside of timber = baby

timber loves the mane 7 but if flash is tagging along with their hangouts (which is usually the case, timber only rarely hangs out with them as a group by himself), he's very clingy and has his arm hooked with flash's. flash finds it adorable, especially when timber refuses to let go in public

i see 2 ways in which they can go from friends to lovers; either it's very natural and it doesn't feel like anything's changed, OR they've reached a breaking point where they're just seconds away from devouring each other. sunset says that sometimes flash looks at timber like he will leave bite marks on the guy if he doesn't stop whatever he's doing (existing). both are good i'd say

timber has always filmed little candids of flash when they start being friends, mainly on his phone but whenever they're out by themselves, he brings his fancy camera out. flash doesn't know this, mainly because timber doesn't show him out of embarrassment, but you can really tell the person who filmed the videos loves their muse

flash sends over lyric docs whenever he feels like it and usually these are without any context, literally no "hello" or "how are you", just [text].doc and timber's like ???. but then timber reads them and is like sad™. timber's never admitted to this, and it'll take him a while to do so, but there have been certain lines in flash's lyrics that had him crying. how many chances do you get in life where your muse considers you their muse too?

flash sometimes buys timber books that he's read just so timber can also read them and then freak out the same way he did. most of the time timber's reaction is "why would you make me read this i am now clinically insane" which was exactly flash's goal

i would try to debate who would be the pathetic lover between flashspruce but there is no answer to that bc they are both equally pathetic in their own ways sorry loverboys

flash actively joins timber when he goes to get more wood just so he can see timber in a tanktop and an axe but flash will deny this every step of the way

timber can't say anything though bc man does this as well during the summer months when the flash drive are performing at bars; flash is Not about to wear leather in this weather and timber's gonna enjoy every moment of it

and yeah flash teaches timber the guitar bc what is he if not a lover of music and queer rockstars (he thinks timber could make a really cool queer rockstar if not for the fact he would steal a million of girls' hearts in one second and a smile)

these two make me want to chew a wall. dead serious

(i see your ask about flash, i will get to that soon i promise 🫡)

#flash sentry #timber spruce #flashspruce #equestria girls #timberflash

[aylacavebear]

Stockroom Antics - Chapter 19

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 2524

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

----------------------------------------- Stockroom Antics Chapter 19

When the dragon crawled into your lap, it helped you relax a little. Plus, it felt nice to see it come over to you instead of interacting with Dean.

You still weren’t sure why it bothered you as much as it did. This whole “getting to know each other” thing made you nervous. Yeah, you enjoyed being around people, making them smile and laugh, but somehow, this felt different. So, you were nervous. Pinpointing why you were nervous was still something you couldn’t quite figure out.

The idea of adding to their grocery list felt strange. You even debated helping to pay for some of the groceries, but for now, keep that to yourself. When Sam mentioned you just going with them to the store, the idea was appealing. Then you thought about the dragon and how that would work. Would it stay at the bunker? It wasn’t like you could take a dragon out in public, no matter how small it was. People would freak out.

It was fairly embarrassing to tell them personal things about you, like reading fanfics on Tumblr. The thought of the things you enjoyed reading on there made you blush slightly, and you just hoped neither of them noticed. Thankfully, though, at least Dean had focused on baking. Although you couldn’t list specific things, so you generalized. 

Why did he have to look so damned adorable when he smiled the way he did, you thought to yourself. And the way he chuckled made you want to smile. Then, every time he’d called you sweetheart, it made your heart flutter a little. You pushed it away, though, as best as you could. No point in getting attracted to him, even if you would be staying with them while they figured this whole thing out. You’d already convinced yourself that you were weird, especially after your accident and these two hunted monsters.

Finding out that Dean loved pie like he did gave you an idea. There weren’t many ways you could contribute or show your gratitude for what they were doing for you, so you decided to bake for them. It was simple enough, and it was something you loved doing. Now, with your powers increasing, it might even be easier.

Finally finding a little courage, you asked about the sigils. You understood Sam's reasoning; it made tons of sense. But what Dean said made you smile a little; you just couldn’t help it. Plus, he looked really, really good with how he leaned back in his chair. Again, you shook the image from your mind, trying to focus back on the conversation.

Watching the interactions between the brothers was adorable. The little things where they were different and how they would get playfully frustrated with each other made you giggle or laugh internally, though. Their laughter was pleasant. Laughter was something you’d been missing over the last few days. Sharing why you were nervous was more nerve-wracking than anything.

It wasn’t until Dean said you were their kind of weird that you finally began to truly relax and genuinely smile, even if it was small. The two full beers and now your third were also helping you relax more. The dragon stayed asleep in your lap the entire time; its presence alone helped you relax further.

A half-hour later, Sam was picking on his brother about books, “You’d rather watch something than read, and you miss all the little details. The books are far better,” Sam insisted.

Dean leaned forward in his chair, “I don’t need all those things. The show is fine, and I get the important stuff,” he argued.

“It depends on the book and the show. What one are you two arguing over?” you asked curiously. This was clearly something they’d argued over before.

“Game of Thrones. The books are far better,” Sam insisted.

“I’d still rather have the visuals,” Dean chuckled.

You did your best not to laugh at both of them, “I can understand both sides. Although, having read the books and watched the show, you do understand more than if you only do one or the other,” you told them, giggling a little before taking a sip of your beer.

“That’s a lot of books, Sweetheart. I’ll stick to the show,” Dean replied, and his playful smirk made you smile again.

“See, that’s what I mean. You just dismiss reading, so you’re missing out,” Sam argued, and you could tell it was playful.

“I’ll read all day, for a case, but if I can watch something, I’d rather do that,” Dean stated, attempting to end the conversation on the matter.

You couldn’t contain your laughter at that point. Both of them were adorable, and so was their brotherly bond. As the conversation continued, you shared a bit about yourself. Yeah, you were still a little nervous about it, but alcohol was called liquid courage for a reason, and it was helping greatly.

“So, how come you live in the house you do?” Dean finally asked you, sounding curious.

The question threw you off, and your smile faded, “It’s been my home for so long, I don’t know, I just didn’t know where else to go,” you answered a bit quietly. Part of you felt embarrassed about your home, especially after seeing how the brothers lived. 

“Why not use your powers? Change it up?” Dean asked her.

Sam looked between the two. He had only seen the outside, although you were pretty sure that Dean had told him how your home looked on the inside. “I didn’t want to bring attention to myself. Only having a part-time job, I wasn’t sure how I’d explain the changes to the few friends I had.” You tried not to sound embarrassed, but it came out anyway.

“Makes sense. What about your family, though? They know you have powers,” Dean asked.

You shrugged a little, “I like my job and the people I work with… but…” you began, then trailed off, looking down at your beer. “With the King of Hell after me, not sure there is a safe place anymore.” Your tone had gotten quiet as the realization hit you. Where could you go at this point? You didn’t want to endanger your family, so that was out.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you sad,” Dean told you softly, leaning a little further forward.

When you saw him slowly reaching his hand toward yours, you held onto your beer and leaned back in your seat, putting more distance between the two of you. You did notice how he sighed and leaned back, though.

“It’s just… I don’t want to put them or anyone in danger because of me,” you replied, sipping your beer.

“Well, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like,” Dean told you, making a smile play across your lips.

Part of you did miss your home, your friends at work, and the solitude your home had given you. However, you also began to enjoy being at the bunker with the brothers. You weren’t used to living with people and were still in the adjustment phase. With getting to know them more, you were hoping that things might feel less tense. After another half hour, your sides hurt from laughing so much. You couldn’t figure out how the dragon was sleeping through it all. Five beers was your limit, and you were on your fifth. Things were going amazing up until Sam said what he did about someone called Rowena. Your mood instantly tanked, excusing yourself to bed the moment you finished your beer.

You scooped up the sleeping dragon and made it to your room, only slightly wobbly on your feet. Once your door was closed, you set the dragon on the side of your bed and changed into pajamas. Climbing under the covers, you just sat there momentarily, wrapping your arms around your legs.

Could Rowena get into the bunker? Am I even safe here anymore? Am I putting the brothers in danger just by being here? Would the witch do the spell without consent? What would I even do if she did that?

Too many questions raced through your mind, even allowing a couple of tears to slip from your eyes. You wiped them away and turned off your lamp, then got comfortable on your side facing the sleeping dragon.

“I don’t want them to be in danger because of me,” you whispered, setting your hand on the dragon’s back.

An image of bubbles played in your mind. All kinds of different bubbles: soap bubbles, the kind that kids make with those bottles of bubbles from the store, bubbles in bodies of water, bubbles in a boiling pot of water, bubbles you make when you blow in a straw in chocolate milk. You furrowed your brow and looked at the sleeping dragon.

“Bubbles,” you said quietly, then rolled your eyes, remembering earlier. Dean had called her that after he’d given her bacon. If you weren’t as emotional as you were at the moment, you might have gone down a different thought path than the one that took over your mind. Anger hit you first, along with jealousy, all aimed at Dean. With all that had happened over the last week, you really weren’t thinking clearly; right now, anger was easier. The alcohol wasn’t helping either.

Bubbles shifted a bit in her sleep, stretching some and getting comfortable again, closer to you. You wanted to talk to Astaria again but at the same time, you didn’t. Then, you wanted to cry but didn’t do that either. The anger was easier to hold onto, almost making you feel grounded. 

Morning came far too soon. You hadn’t dreamt that night, and it was only after five in the morning, according to the clock on the night table. 

“Why can’t I just sleep in,” you grumbled just as Bubbles jumped on your chest, looking down at you like a happy puppy.

You giggled and began petting it, “What? Are you hungry?” you asked her, smiling a little.

You were still angry, but not like you were the night before. When Bubbles tilted her head, and you had an image of a forest come to your mind, you realized what she needed.

“Ohh, you need to go outside,” you said quietly, wondering if you could even do that.

Bubbles vigorously nodded her head, making you giggle again. “Can you use the toilet? I’m not sure I can take you outside or if it’s safe.”

She tilted her head as if she had no clue what you were talking about. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

You used your powers, changing into jeans, a tank top, and a red flannel, leaving it unbuttoned, then headed down the hall to the bathroom, Bubbles flying and keeping up with you. The idea of showing a dragon how to use a toilet had only come to mind due to funny cat videos you’d seen of cats using the bathroom. 

Bubbles watched you, her head tilted, and she looked puzzled and curious. You could barely stifle your laughter at the entire situation. When you finished, you flushed the toilet, then looked over at her as she was perched on the countertop.

“Your turn. Think you can attempt it?” you asked her.

She looked from you to the toilet and then back at you, making you giggle quietly, “Want me to wait outside?” She nodded, so you waited out in the hall, trying not to laugh. 

The toilet flushed moments later, and then the door opened. You glanced over as Bubbles hopped down off the counter and joined you in the hallway, “Feel better?” you asked, stifling another giggle.

Bubbles nodded, so you headed to the kitchen, figuring the brothers were still sleeping, with her flying alongside you. While the coffee brewed, you began writing out a list of items that you’d need for baking. You still wanted to do that, even if you were still feeling annoyed at Dean knowing your familiar's name before you did. 

When you got up to get a cup of coffee, Bubbles hopped onto the floor, went to the fridge, and looked at you. The word “food” came to mind, but you weren’t hungry, so you sat back down at the table, returning to the list you had been working on.

Bubbles got annoyed at your stubbornness, but you missed the dragon roll its eyes. She walked over to you and tugged on your jeans, causing you to look down at her. “What?” you asked her, having no clue what she wanted.

She looked over at the fridge and then back up at you, “Are you hungry or something?” She nodded at your question and went back over to the refrigerator, then waited for you.

As you joined her at the fridge, opening it up, you peered inside, wondering what dragons even ate. What you didn’t notice was that Bubbles was already opening one of the bottom drawers and pulled out a green apple. She held it in her hands as she flew over to the bench seat next to where you’d been sitting earlier.

“So, what do you want?” you asked, looking down.

When you didn’t see her, you got a puzzled look and glanced around the kitchen, barely seeing her head above the edge of the table. Closing the fridge, you were still puzzled but shrugged it off and went back to the task of the list. Bubbles had been watching you as you wrote down items on your list. Then, it jumped up on the table and took the pen from you, setting its apple on the table.

“It’s a pen. You use it to write things,” you told her, chuckling a little.

Bubbles flipped over the piece of paper and attempted to write. It was clear that writing was something she had never done before, as it looked like the scribbles of a toddler. She glared at you, and you did your best not to laugh, no matter how cute she looked.

“It takes time to learn how to write,” you told her, then thought for a moment, “Come with me into the library.”

With that, you got up, grabbed your coffee, and headed into the library. There were still books strewn across the tables, so you used your powers, stacking them up neatly in a few piles. Then, you created some things to help Bubbles learn how to write. You weren’t quite sure how much she could understand, so you went with the basics: the alphabet and kindergarten stuff, along with a pad of paper and a pencil so she could erase. 

You sighed and sat in one of the chairs, wondering why she wasn’t communicating with you telepathically. Then, the anger flared back up because she’d communicated with Dean the day before, at least her name. You didn’t know about the other stuff. Using your powers, you retrieved the list you’d left on the kitchen table, along with the pen. Then, you continued your list while having coffee, and Bubbles taught herself how to write.

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[chetungwan]

As promised, we got here exactly what daemons the characters from POI would have

First: John Reese is a wolfhound. This man is the most dog-coded character I've ever seen in my life. I'm of the opinion that people default into assigning dog daemons too easily, and partly that's because none of the characters I've seen given them have been anywhere near as dog as Reese is. My sister and I first started coming up with these almost five years ago, and this was the very first we landed on.

The next one we landed on was Shaw. We waffled between panther and cougar for a bit, but panther is a little... fancy for her. Dressing up isn't exactly one of her highest priorities; she'd prefer to be on the roof with a gun. Or in a tree with a mouthful of teeth, so to speak.

Our next stop was Joss Carter and damn, but the second we came up with it, we were sold. She has a peregrine falcon. Bird of prey endemic to NYC, something beautiful and fierce.

After that, we tossed around a few ideas but didn't settle on anything until now, years later. One walk through the rain and suddenly we put all the pieces together

First, we had ideas about a serval for Root, but it didn't quite fit. We were trying to parallel Shaw with a cat, but in the end, it makes more sense to parallel Finch. So of course she has a bird! An African grey parrot, something brutally intelligent and honestly, often mistreated. And since she's paralleling him by having a bird like his names, that leaves us free to pick what the hell ever for his daemon

I had insect vibes for him, but I couldn't think of anything known for intelligence. We floated a bee or an ant, but. He's not exact social. Then my sister suggested. Well. Why not an entire colony of ants. And you know what, yeah. Hell yeah. Finch's daemon is an entire colony of ants. Pullman isn't exactly gonna show up to tell us no.

Elias is next, and he gets to parallel both Finch and Carter! Like Finch's names, he has a bird, and like Carter he has a bird endemic to NYC. He has a rock dove, otherwise known as a common pigeon. He needs something innocuous that can fly (ha) under the radar

His right-hand man, Antony aka Scarface, gets a fisher. It was my sister's first thought for Elias, but it fits better for him. Something small and extremely vicious.

Lastly, we debated over Fusco for a long while. He kinda has dog energy, but. Well. No one can match Reese on that front. Eventually, we settle on a very large, kinda scraggly grey tabby cat. Sorta like a Maine coon, but without the pedigree.

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[missnedge]

Vulnerability (Starscream/reader pt 4)

Summary: Starscream agreed to stay with you tonight. You thought it would be a simple crash on the couch situation. But when have things ever been simple between you two?

Relationship: Starscream/you

Tags: Fluff, angst, mentions of loss, smut, passionate, kissing, oral, NSFW minors dni, 18+, yeah I gave you smut this time be happy

Written by Edge

Personal account: @hollister-mc

It surprised you that Starscream actually agreed to stay with you tonight. You could only hope he wouldn't get in more trouble when he got back to the Nemesis, you'd honestly rather he didn't go back at all but you doubt bucket-head would allow that. 

You sigh and finish putting on your nightshirt in your bathroom. You stare at yourself in the mirror, slowly running your fingers through your hair. Why are you nervous? You're just letting him rest at your place, you're not even gonna sleep in the same room since there's not really much space on your bed for you both… Would he even want your bed? How the fuck to Cybertronians even sleep? Or recharge?

Whatever, you can't stall forever. One final sigh and you exit your bathroom. Starscream was up and looking at various things in your room, currently examining a photo on your wall. Starscream looked at it with what can only be described as fondness. In the picture you stood with three children that he recognized, the very same kids that were with the autobots. The ones that you had sacrificed yourself to protect the day he brought you to the Nemesis. The autobots had taken the children in, becoming their guardians and forming deep friendships.

An uncomfortable pang of jealousy hit him. They always looked so happy. They cared for each other greatly. It's not something he wanted to admit to himself, but the thought of a team– no, a family was something he longed for. Oh how he missed his Trine brothers. The only silver lining from their untimely demise was that they didn't have to see the fall of their planet. It had been so long already, but the pain of their loss still felt like a fresh wound whenever he thought of them. 

You watched Starscream stare at the photo, his wings had dropped behind him, the fond look in his face was replaced with grief. You stepped a bit closer and looked at the photo, yours, Miko’s, Jack's, and Raf's smiling faces stared back at you. You glanced back at Starscream for a moment before clearing your throat softly. "We took this photo not that long ago, I had recently gotten a new camera and Miko insisted on taking photos with it." A warm smile spread on your lips as you recalled the memory. Starscream moved his gaze from the picture down to you. "You four are… close?" He was hesitant. You nod and smile at him. He glanced away for a moment. "How um… Did you meet them?"

You chuckled softly. "I actually knew all of them separately before they met each other. I babysit for Rafs' parents sometimes. I met Jack at his work once and we got along super well, we just bitched about our jobs for an hour. And I nearly ran Miko over with my car once and I've never been able to shake her since." You laugh at the memory, Starscream's lips twitch upwards as he watched you. 

You stop laughing after a moment, face falling slightly. Your eyes meet his and you chew on your lip nervously for a moment, debating whether or not to ask the question on your mind. 

"I'm sorry if it's rude of me to ask, I know it's not really any of my business but…" You take a deep breath and continue. "It's just the way you looked at the picture, it's like you were recalling someone… Is there anyone you're close with?" 

Starscream falters for a moment. "On the Nemesis? No. I rant to Knockout occasionally but I wouldn't say I have any… Strong connections. But…" He gets a far away look. "Back on Cybertron I had two younger brothers, they were killed early on in the war. They were the closest people to me." 

Starscream broke your heart for the second time that night. 

"I'm so sorry…" You whisper out. Starscream shakes his head and glances back at the photo. "It was a long time ago. I've moved on, but I still think about them from time to time." 

You nod slowly. "What were their names?" 

"Thundercracker and Skywarp." 

You crack a small smile. "Those are kickass names." 

Starscream lets out a bark of laughter. "If only they could hear that. I have a feeling they would have liked you, especially with how snarky you are." You laugh and send a smirk at him. "Did they enjoy annoying you as much as I do?" 

Starscream chuckles lowly and shakes his head. "Oh you have no idea." You giggle softly. "Damn, now I really wish I could have met them…" You trail off, a beat of sadness in your voice. Starscream turns and looks down at you, a warm expression on his face. "As do I…" 

You lift your head up and meet his gaze. Your heart seemingly stutters in your chest once you see the gaze he's giving you. You've never seen him so… Content.

It's hard for you to keep yourself grounded when he's looking at you like that— like he's seeing the night sky for the first time in his life. 

Starscream can't take his optics off you. These emotions he's feeling, they're brand new. He's had past lovers, brief, fun, intense, but a fast burn. He's never dived into the deep abyss that is passion, and dare he say love. It's quite frankly absurd that he even dares let his mind wander to such things, but the way you look at him… It's like he's finally being seen for the first time in his life. 

He's never talked about his brothers before, to anyone. Not even Megatron bothered to get to know his second in command. His brothers only lived in his memories, he held that close to his spark. It was the one thing he could have that no one else could. 

And yet… He told you. 

He shared his most personal memory with you, came to you in his weakest moments, and had been intimate with you. All of these moments, he was at his most vulnerable. And you, a tiny organic, held more compassion and kindness in you in your small fragile body than any of the countless lifeforms he's encountered. 

He should hate you. You're a human, let alone an alley of his enemies. He found organics disgusting anyway. So why was he so drawn to you? Why did he want you so badly?

Starscream slowly raised his arm, his servo nearing your face. You felt a strong sense of Déjà vu, recalling the night where he first came into your house. You had sex and then before he left he almost touched your face, but last second he stopped himself and left without another word. You wonder if he's going to do it again.

He looks nervous, you give him a soft smile. His servo touches the right side of your face, his temperature has increased since he first arrived. You leaned into his touch, turning and kissing his palm. He made a choked sound, you glance up at him again, a light blue glow dusting his face. 

Starscream feels like he just entered zero gravity. The warmth that you gave off, physically, and emotionally was intoxicating— addicting even. You raised your hand, resting it on his servo that was placed against your cheek. Something inside him snapped. 

He leaned down and crashed his lips into yours, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. You shut your eyes, raising your arms to touch him. Starscream immediately noticed you trying to reach him. He snaked his arm under your rear, lifting you effortlessly up. You yelped at the movement but he cut you off, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. You moan and wrapped your legs and arms around him, arms carefully moving along his chassis avoiding any damages. 

Starscream moves his servo from your face to the back of your head, running through your hair. You shudder at the sensation of his sharp talons moving across your scalp gently. His tongue glides over yours, his movements hungry and desperate. The sensation of his mouth is sending you into a sensory overload. The texture is firm and flexible, making you wonder if they're able to taste the same way humans do. You're lost in the motion, mind buzzing from the way he's making you feel. 

After a few moments Starscream moves towards your bed, laying you down gently all while continuing to kiss you with the intensity of a damn supernova. You slowly come out of your daze as you feel your back hit the bed. You pull back and place your hands on his chassis, panting softly. "Wait." Starscream pauses and looks down at you with a slightly worried expression. "What's wrong?" 

You run your hands over the smooth metal. "Shouldn't we wait until you're healed?" You breathed out, still tracing shapes with your finger tips. Starscream tilted his helm, giving you an adoring smile as he looked down at you; he ran a digit ever so gently over your bottom lip. "I've dealt with far worse my dear." 

You frown and reach up, running a hand over his face. "That's not exactly comforting." He chuckled and grabbed your hand, mimicking your earlier action by pressing his lips to your palm. "Trust me, I'm more than capable of handling certain physical activities…" His voice grew deeper towards the end of his sentence, his grin was wicked with implication. 

Your face burned at his tone. "Alright but… You lay down then." Starscream blinked. "What?" 

A sly smirk spread on your face and you slowly sat up. "Lay down on the bed. I'm in charge tonight." His face lit up with blue from your tone. "W-What, are you positive? I um… Was I not good last time?" Your face dropped and you got to your knees, raising your body higher so you can be closer to his face. "No! No, no you were… Extremely good… I just want you to relax this time, let me take care of you." 

Starscream let out a nervous ex-vent. Thinking back to previous flings he's always been on top, reason being, he just… Doesn't like being at the mercy of someone else. 

It's not that he doesn't enjoy it, he's indifferent either way. A hard life lesson he's learned is to not let himself get into compromising situations, any type of situation. Getting on his knees, literally or metaphorically for anyone makes his sends an uncomfortable feeling through him. Its bad enough he has to grovel at Megatron's pedes to avoid getting beaten. But when he thinks about you, and letting you have control… Maybe it's not so bad.

You see the hesitation in his expression, you caress his face again soothingly. "It's alright if that's not your thing. I just don't want you to over exert yourself." 

He shakes his head and makes eye contact with you. "No It's alright, if that's what you wish." You grin and get off the bed. "Okay, just lay down and get comfortable." You move put of his way and head out into your main room, making sure you turned out the lights and locked your front and back door for the night. Starscream awkwardly climbed onto the soft mattress. Human berths, or 'beds' were different from Cybertronians. Berths weren't that complex, he could recharge anywhere, comfort wasn't exactly a need. He understood why humans needed the comfort, organics had muscle and tissue that could become sore and tense if they didn't get the proper support. Sleep cycles in humans were also different then his species. 

He leaned back, resting his helm on your pillows. It was a lot nicer than he had anticipated. You walk back into your bedroom, smirking at how stiff he looks laying there. You slowly shut your bedroom door and dim your lights. "You certainly look comfy." 

He scoffs and rolls his optics. "Don't get snippy with me, you're lucky I'm even doing this." You snicker and move closer to the bed, he stares at you, running his gaze up and down your body. "Come on now, do that thing humans do. Strip for me." 

You let out a bark of laughter. "Demanding hm? You're lucky you're injured, if you would have said that to me any other time I would have had to punish you." Starscream nearly shivered at your words. Despite you being a mere human he didn't doubt your threat, instead he made a mental note to provoke you next time. 

You're not quite sure how to put on a strip tease when you're in a baggy shirt and pj shorts, so you just go for a slow removal. You slide your shirt up, exposing the skin on your mid section. His optics follow the hem of your shirt up, soaking up the gradual reveal of skin. You ball your shirt in your hands before tossing it at Starscream, he scoffs and flings it away, not even bothering to look at where it went. 

You slide your pj shorts down, this time you can make it a little more sensual. You glide them down whilst moving your hips side to side. They drop to the floor, leaving you in only your underwear. Starscream raised a talon, curling his digit in a beckoning motion. Your heartbeat quickens as you move towards him. It feels like slow motion as you get closer. His gaze burns through you, it's nearly enough to make your knees buckle. 

You climb onto the bed and lift your leg over him, straddling his thighs. He's staring up at you, running his optics up and down your body. "May I?" He hovers his servos over your sides. You nod and he runs his talons up your sides gently, enjoying the soft warmth you gave off. A smile forms on your face, you lean down pressing a light kiss on his lips. He slides his sharp talons up your bare back ever so gently, sending a shiver up your spine. 

You place your hands on his chassis as you kiss him, making sure to be extra careful as your fingers glide over any scratches or dents. Your feather light touches over his injuries sends a sensation through him he's never felt before, it's like a burning in his spark. He tightens his grip on your sides, pulling you up further and resting you on his hips. You let out a hot breath as you pull away from his lips.

You stare up into his optics as you slowly move your hips over his. The red in his optics darken slightly, and his grip on your waist trembles. Biting your lip you take that as a sign to do it again, he groans softly at the burning heat growing in his interface panel. You marvel silently as you grind, finding it fascinating that you feel the pressure grow under you. Truly, you'll never get over the wonders of how Cybertronians work. 

A smirk slides over your lips as you watch his face twist in pleasure, you can tell he's trying to hold it together, but you're not going to let that happen.

You slide your fingers up his chassis and towards his shoulders, your hips move agonizingly slow as you slide your fingers in between the creases of his armor. He lets out a breathy moan, bucking his hips up into yours. You let out a hiss through your teeth. "You gonna show me how you did your magic last time?" You ask.

He furrows his brows, glancing down at you with a dazed expression. "What?" 

You bring your hand downwards, tapping lightly on the plating where you had been grinding. He twitches under you. "This right here. You wouldn't let me see it last time." He blinks in recognition and lowers his gaze, he smirks and hooks a talon on your underwear, pulling it and snapping it back to your skin. "Only if I get to see you take this off." 

A breathless chuckle leaves your mouth and you scoot backwards, stopping when your back meets the spikes on his knees. You tried to move in the most elegant way you could as you slipped them off, it wasn't graceful but it was the best you could do in your position. His predatory gaze wasn't helping either, it made your hands shake with anticipation. 

He grins. "Good job~" You snap your eyes down, watching in awe as his panel hisses open. You felt your mouth salivate as his length stood in front of you. You never thought you were one for body worship, but you guess aliens can have an exception. 

He cleared his vents after you kept staring, he couldn't help but feel a tad self conscious. After all this was new territory for both of you, yes you've messed around before but last time was quick and intense, this was far more… Intimate. What if now that you were up close and personal you're having second thoughts about everything? 

You snap your eyes up to his and he averts his gaze, a light blue creeping onto his faceplate. You giggle softly at his bashfulness. "Hey now, no need to be shy, Star." His face darkens in color at the nickname, he's looking everywhere but your face. You look back down at his length, there's no way in hell you could fit it all into your mouth, but then again you don't need to fit it all. 

You lean over and place both of your hands around the base, you still can't believe this thing fit inside you, you gotta remember to give yourself a pat on the back later. Starscream tensed as you touched him, you can't imagine the thoughts running through his mind right now. He's obviously not used to being the one not in control, at least in this type of situation.

You let out a hot breath over the tip of his erection, you don't really know the proper term so you just decided to keep it ambiguous in your mind. You take the tip into your mouth, you could have swore you felt a faint zap on your tongue. 

Starscream jolted, letting out a quiet whimper. "W-What are you doing?" Your mind kicks into high gear hearing that whimper. You swirl your tongue, tilting your head so that you can keep an eye on his face. A shuddered moan leaves his mouth, and you take that as a sign to do more. You stroke his shaft with one hand as you suck, using your other hand to rest on his thigh. 

"N-Ngh~" Starscream throws his helm back onto your pillows, never before had he felt such a… unique sensation like this. You dipped your head forward, taking a little more into your mouth, all while stroking him near the base. "Primus…" He lets out a low groan, lifting his servo run through your hair. You moaned onto his shaft, causing him to whine and buck his hips up. You gagged slightly as his length reached your throat, your mouth burned from being stretched but you couldn't stop now. No not when he was a moaning pathetic mess underneath you. 

The nearly agonizing throbbing between your legs was enough to keep your mind off any discomfort, surely you were going to be a dripping mess at the end of this. 

"P-Please, if you keep going I-I'll~" He cut himself off with a loud moan as you hallowed out your cheeks around him. You pulled back with a heavy breath. "Can I swallow?" 

His breath hitches and he looks confused. "H-Huh?" You smirk at his dazed expression, continuing to stroke him. "Oh come on sweetheart, I know I distract you but answer my question." He whimpers as he looks at you, nearly trembling as you lick his tip teasingly; waiting for his answer. 

He fumbles with his words, choosing to clench your bed sheets instead, no doubt ripping them in the process. You're trying hard not to get an ego boost, but there's no doubt that you're making him absolutely stupid from the pleasure. A deep burning satisfaction grows in your guts. No one aboard the Nemesis could do this for him, not the way you can. Dare you say no one in the nearby solar systems could either. 

You lick him a few more times while waiting for his reply, each time making him shutter and moan. "I-I don't think my… Mm, transfluid would be safe for you to ingest." He groans softly. "Granted it probably won't kill you, b-but it probably won't feel great…" It took a lot more effort to form those sentences than he would have liked. You grin and pump him even faster. "That's fine, just cum on me then~" Your voice was velvet to him. He came suddenly, moaning loudly as he spilled his neon liquid onto you. You had to silence the voice in your mind telling you that the glowing fluid looked pretty splattered on your body.

Starscream panted heavily, he's never had such a sudden overload before, something about your voice just did him in. He opened his optics and looked at you, Primus you looked so good like that. You, kneeling over him, wiping a bit of his transfluid from your cheek, whilst the rest dripped down you, it was mesmerizing. He raised his servo to your face, curling a digit under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. Your breath caught in your throat when your eyes met his. They were filled with an emotion you couldn't quite distinguish, or maybe you were just too scared to. 

Starscream slowly sat up, you placed your palms on his chassis and glanced at his wounds worriedly. "Star you should-" He kissed you. Not roughly, or hungrily like he has before. No, this was soft, meaningful, and dare you say… Loving. 

Your eyes fall shut and you relax into the kiss. Your mind is running rampant. Granted, you've been telling yourself for a while that this… relationship that you have isn't good for either one of you. If anyone finds out you both are fucked, you both knew this. 

But this… was a different type of danger. You felt like you were tip toeing a fine line between whatever this was and something more, something deeper. 

The worst part was that some part of you didn't care. He was so much more than you had originally thought of him. When you first met him it was during a fight and he nearly killed you. After hearing the stories that the autobots told you, you decided that Starscream was just an arrogant, power hungry, self-righteous twat. 

But now… the way he looked at you the first night he came to your house, and then tonight… You learned so much more about him, he was so vulnerable and most of all he trusted you. 

You let out a quiet whimper as he kissed you. It was barely audible but of course he picked it up. He circled his arms around you, and hoisted you further onto his lap. You could feel his length in between you both and it made your face burn. You moaned as his tongue slipped into your mouth, it slid along yours curiously. Like he was wanting to memorize the way you felt. 

Your fingers gripped onto his broad shoulders, pressing your tongue into his. You don't think you'll ever get used to how he feels, how he tastes, it's so fucking addictive. You pull away gasping for air, he immediately dives for your neck. You gasp loudly at the sensation of his tongue running over your neck. You unconsciously lean your head back, giving him better access as you try to catch your breath. 

He nibbles gently while gliding his servo down your chest and stomach, your breath hitches as his talons run even lower. Your grip on his shoulders becomes tighter, as you shut your eyes. His mouth on your neck sends ripples throughout your body, all ending up between your legs. "S-Starscream…" You whine, arching into him slightly as his digit slides across your slit. Just as you imagined you are soaked and beginning to drip down your thighs. He moves carefully, using the back side of his talon to avoid cutting you as he rubs up and down. You pant heavily and rest your head onto his chassis, hissing from the mix of pleasure and want for more. 

He reaches back and guides his erection in front of your entrance, eliciting a choked moan from you. Starscream turns your head towards him. "Look at me darling." You nod pathetically and stare into his optics. They have got to be the most gorgeous shade of red you've ever seen.

With that he moves forward, sliding into you slowly. Your vision blurs slightly from the pain but it quickly regains. You keep your eyes on him, even as you wince in pain you look at him. He was buried inside of you. Shaky breaths leave your mouth as you adjust to his size, you feel his servo tremble on your lower back. 

The pain slowly melted away, Starscream watched you the entire time. You gripped onto his shoulders a bit tighter before slowly rolling your hips forward. Starscream let out a low grunt, like he was trying to restrain himself. A slight grin formed on your lips, there was something so satisfying knowing the effect you had on him. 

You lifted your hips slowly, letting his length slide out. Your breathing was shallow as you slowly sank back down. Your lips quivered and let out a quiet mewl. Starscream ran his talons down your back as you rocked up and down slowly. You leaned back and rested your hands on his thighs, moving your hips a little faster. Soft moans from you both filled the room along with the groans of your bed frame. You just hoped the extra weight wouldn't do in your frame, it at least had a couple more years left in it. 

Starscream gripped your hips firmly as you bounced, he started to match your movements, thrusting in time with you. Your arms trembled but you kept moving, your speed growing faster with need. 

Your eyes fluttered closed and all you could think of was how good it felt to have him sliding into you repeatedly. Starscream watched your face contort with pleasure, it was positively enthralling for him.

A deep buried part of him sparked to life, a part that thrived from pleasing others. Normally he felt it whenever Megatron gave a light praise, or someone commended him on his flight skills. It was normal for anyone to have such a reaction from such things, but for him it was a bit more. To put it bluntly he was starved for praise. And seeing you nearly drunk on pleasure, pleasure that he was giving you?

Primus, he had no idea how to get himself out of this mess. Let alone if he even wanted too. 

His talons dug into your lower back, a deep moan left your throat as he thrusted roughly into you. Your whole body twitched as he hit that deep spot. Your breathing was shallow, and your vision was spotted with stars. Never in your life was anyone able to hit your g-spot, it never bothered you, some people didn't care or couldn't figure it out. But Starscream just found it by accident, and oh boy did he notice. 

"Human anatomy is fascinating." He chuckles, his voice gravelly and traced with static. You let out a huff and look at him. "I don't know what you're talking about." He grinds slowly, keeping his length inside you. "Sure you do darling. You must know that I'm aware of how your body reacts. Especially right now…" He grinds a bit more roughly, pushing his tip right into that special spot. "I can feel the difference, see the difference, and hear the difference…" He grins wickedly as you whimper. 

He sits up straighter, pulling you flush against his chassis. Your breath hitches and you glance up at him. He dips his helm, swiftly capturing your lips into a soft kiss. He pulls back and moves to the side of your head, letting hot air ghost over your ear and neck. "Let me know if it gets too much for you." 

"What?" You turn to ask but the sharp buck from him makes the breath in your chest evaporate. 

Starscream started to thrust into you, roughly. All you could do was moan as you got quite literally, fucked stupid.

Starscream made it his sole goal to hit your g-spot every. single. time. Your hands fumbled around his chassis, searching for anything to find purchase on. Anything to ground you from feeling like you were going to melt through the bed and into the floor. You decided to slip to his back, gripping onto his wings, his intake hitched and his hips sputtered. A guttural moan left him, he quickly recovered his rhythm, going even faster than before. 

"S-S-Star~" You sounded pathetic. You could barely form words, as he drove into you ruthlessly. You gripped his wings tighter at the base, far away from the minor injuries he had on them. A moan that could only be described as slutty left Starscream, your core tightened impossibly fast and you became suddenly aware of your oncoming climax. He was driving into you with unhinged force, you wouldn't be shocked if your pelvis gets dislocated. 

"I-I… fuck, Star your gonna make me—" You cut off your own sentace with a moan, Starscream's talons racked down your lower back. The sting shot straight into pleasure as you quickly realized he broke the skin. Your grip on his wings tightened instinctively, Starscream growled clenching your hips tighter. "Please, please I'm so fucking close… Please, oh fuck please~" Your face was pressed into his chassis, moaning a mantra of pleads for release. 

Starscream heard you loud and clear, he kept his brutal pace. It took nearly everything in him to hold off on overloading. He wanted you to do it first, he wanted to feel you around him. Fuck yes, he wanted you to be the thing that sent him over the edge.  He groaned and held your soft body closer, the heat you gave off was heavenly. “Overload for me, do it.” He panted out in-between thrusts. 

Your back arched and a strangled moan left your lips, it was white hot pleasure that shot through your entire body. Your muscles clenched tightly around him, sending him into a violent and electrifying overload. His optics went offline as his hips sputtered, he shot transfluid inside you. it felt different this time, like TV static pooling in your abdomen. 

Your moans faded into raspy breathing, you could have sobbed from the ecstasy pulsing through you. Starscream's optics came online, he blinked slowly as his intake went back to normal. You were flush against him, face pressed into his chassis. Your hands had slipped from his wings, instead resting above his hips. He glanced down at you, slowly lifting his servos from your hips. 

His spark dropped as he noticed the crimson scratches running down your lower back. "Scrap, I'm sorry I hurt you." 

You let out a contempt hum, glancing up at his worried expression. "You did the exact opposite to me, Star." Your voice was slightly hoarse. Starscream ignored the sensation in his spark at your words. "I scratched your back, I made you bleed."

A stupid grin spread across your lips. "What are you grinning for?" Starscream's voice was soft, he sounded like he was moments away from a breakdown. You looked up at him, your eyes lidded as you gazed up at him. Maybe it was the post orgasm glow, or the heat of the moment in general, but fuck did he look stunning. 

"Trust me sweetheart, you didn't hurt me. You… Christ, you made me feel so incredibly good." You gave him a warm smile. He looked unsure. "But you're bleeding…" 

"Feels good. At least it feels good for me knowing I made you do that. Human culture has a thing where scratches like that are a sign of satisfaction. Trust me, look it up." You giggle, letting your fingertips run over the edges of his armor. He let out a soft sigh of defeat, as he moved his servo up to your head. A single digit twirled some strands of your hair. 

Your chest felt tight as you stared up at him, admiring how handsome he was, how pretty he was. How the utter contempt in his face made your heart flutter. You wanted to treasure that peaceful look, you wanted him to feel safe all the time. The thought of him going back to Megatron made you sick to your stomach. You wanted to run away with him, hide him away from the war lord, from everyone who wanted to harm him. It was irrational, and impossible. You knew this, but it sure as hell didn't stop you from imagining it. 

"You look tired." Starscream broke the silence, his voice was low as he continued to play with your hair. "So do you." You replied, voice just as low. His optics met your eyes and that flutter racked your heart again. "You take a lot out of me." He smirked slightly.

You chuckled and slowly got off of his lap, pulling him down onto the bed with you. He watched as you grabbed the blanket and pulled it up, covering your body and part of his. You snuggled into his side, draping an arm over him. His wings were flat against the mattress, he shifted slightly, feeling surprisingly comfortable. He couldn't tell if it was the bed or you that made him feel that way. 

"Is this comfy for you?" You mumble. Starscream glances down at you, wrapping an arm around you gently. "Yes."

You rubbed your hand in soothing circles over his plating, as your eyes grew heavy. He watched with the faintest smile on his face as your eyes drooped shut. 

He could get used to this. By the pit he wanted to get used to this. It doesn't matter if he'll be a bit sore in the morning for staying in mass conversion for so long. He'd stay like this forever if you asked him. Whatever you wanted, whatever it took to be able to be with you. 

...Be with you? He wanted… to be with you. 

He squeezed his optics shut, his processor buzzed unpleasantly, his spark doing the same. He had a horrible feeling that he knew what was happening. Something that was dangerous. It put not only him at risk, but you as well, which was the worst part. 

This whole night was more intimate than it should have been. He was an idiot for coming here in the first place. He should have just gone back to his quarters and sulked, no he still would have thought of you. Truthfully he should have never let his thoughts of you go past hate, things would have been so much simpler. 

But here he was, lying next to you in your bed after a night of you taking care of him and intense interfacing. Primus, he was in trouble, he doesn't know what he would do if Megatron found out about you both. Megatron would kill you, slowly, painfully, and probably in front of him before he turned and killed him as well. 

Then again, maybe he wouldn't have to know. If he just stayed on top of everything and did his work well Megatron would have no reason to suspect anything. He could have the best of both worlds, a successful Commander, and a—

A what? What was he to you? What did you want him to be? What did he even want to be to you?

Starscream let out a deep sigh and offlined his optics. He was far too exhausted to be dealing with these thoughts, perhaps recharging would clear his processor.

Both of your thoughts were messy as you and him drifted to sleep, so many things were uncertain. But one thing was clear for you both.

The two of you were in way deeper than you had originally thought. 

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I'll go back and format this later, i know the spacing is wonky its just i had to get this out asap and its 2:40 am right now and I'm so tired

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How would you describe Helia’s relationship with authority or an hierarchy? How he feels about Red Fountain or Saladin, and if he would ever go rogue if he doesn’t agree with their decisions or if he would go through with it either way?

Maybe earlier seasons Helia might go through with it but I think he feels more free and confident in the later seasons to make his own decisions and whether he wants to be a part of certain fights.

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Helia's relationship with authority is so interesting to me! We know from canon that he does respect Saladin, Codatorta, and other figures of authority in the three main schools, and a lot of that does come down to him agreeing with what they're saying. Whether that's because he grew up in it is debatable, but at least in canon, he agrees with what Red Fountain is doing and doesn't see the need to "go rogue". Him leaving the school had a lot more to do with wanting to be an artist than it did disagreeing with the morality and ethics of RF.

That being said, Helia also feels intense loyalty to Red Fountain and would be willing to go through with things he's not comfortable with if it means sticking by them. Take a look at the Shaab Stone arc in the comics for instance! Helia was not comfortable with basically breaking up with Flora, yelling at her, and lying to her. But he still did it because getting the stone was more important to him than his comfort. And thankfully it ended well for them, but Helia knew that there was a chance that Flora wouldn't forgive him, and he still took that risk because the end goal was more important than what it took to get there.

It's... an interesting dynamic to say the least! I think I've said this before but Helia really is more of a "the end justifies the means" kind of person (still with limits of course). If he truly believes in the vision and end goal, he's willing to put up with a lot of bullshit. In regard to authority, it's less about the decisions they're making and more about the end goal for him. If they're killing just to kill, then no, he's not going to stick around. But if they tell him to kill someone because getting rid of them will save thousands of others? Then yeah, he's probably going to.

It's interesting that you mention the difference between early seasons Helia and older Helia because honestly, I think it's a bit reversed! Maybe it is because he left, but I feel like younger Helia was a bit more rebellious and willing to go against the grain if he felt like the decisions being made were Bad. Meanwhile, older Helia seems to be more focused on the end goal and making sure the result is the most desirable option rather than caring about every minute detail of a mission. He definitely does still pick his battles, but that's more so what he does in his personal life. When it comes to specialist matters, he's always on the frontline even when he doesn't want to be.

Helia... oh goodness he's so soldier king poet </3

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