#it's another ''fanfiction made me ship it'' situation

[transingthoseformers]

How do you feel about Tony Stark x Loki?

#I've gotten absolutely sidetracked by reading avengers fanfiction again and I'm trying to retrace my steps to find fics i read years ago #but #i used to ship this pretty decently #don't remember their ship name though #mcu tony stark #mcu iron man #same guy #mcu loki #it's another ''fanfiction made me ship it'' situation #i just think theyd be neat #frostiron

[hatsunemitskislobotomy]

ೃ⁀➷ look at me! look at me!

↳ ❝ ¡love and deepspace idol! au headcanons! ❞

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linkon city, the hotspot for new and upcoming talent. the city is restless, many calling it “the city of dreams”. ambition and passion are what fuel the city, it’s vibrant culture making it alluring to many. you and your best friend tara are debuting in the most anticipated girl group of your generation, hunt:ress. with your manager caleb and your groupmates by your side, this journey should be smooth sailing…

right?

fans tend to pit boy groups and girl groups against each other— it did not take long before your group hunt:ress was dragged into that mess. specifically with a particular boy group— after a clip of the recently debuted group brushing past yours without a second glance at an award show went viral, the boy group eVOL was never far when hunt:ress was mentioned. hell even variety and award shows were humoring the spectacle by having the two groups up to announce awards or interviews. that’s where you met the group’s maknae, xavier.

when i tell you— y’all looked at each other like ONCE and the masses were making edits, making blogs and analysis videos, writing fanfiction, whole nine yards

but of course with the people who thought y’all were cute (despite never actually having a conversation with one another) came his fans who gave you unnecessary hate, they’re ruthless

with the way your group was pitted against eVOL, other fans just thought y’all had beef (think the alleged jeongyeon v. jimin beef type of level LMAOOOOO)

no but seriously eVOL fans conspired with hunt:ress fans about you and xavier being together so much that caleb had to give the company your phone to search through just to make sure

rumors get so bad that they put you on house arrest shortly after some rabid xavier biases run you out of a cafe (it made the news)

eVOL’s company reaches out to yours with a half hearted apology, however they won’t won’t release a public statement because “that would only feed into it” and hope that the situation blows over

unbeknownst to both companies— xavier finds a way to reach out to you through your old phone (that you hide because you didn’t want to give up your old life just to become an idol) and apologizes for his fans behavior

the two of you actually start to talk since you’re not exactly allowed to go out the dorms save for group outings and music/award shows, he’s been the first person you’ve been able to actually talk to, it was refreshing

you find out despite his baby face— he is not the maknae and is actually the oldest member but his company’s trying to keep that public perception of him (yeah they’re weeeeeird)

you start to confide in each other and talk about idol life but also just random things, he’s a comforting presence in a world where everyone’s eyes were on you

you sometimes text him all night coming to practice absolutely exhausted, tara’s the first one to suspect something is going on

tara actually runs one of y’all’s ship pages LMAOOOOO

when your group wins an award for best new music, he’s the first person who congratulates you (the footage is clipped and before the end of the night it’s viral)

one of the reasons why hunt:ress was so well received was because of their visuals. the girls were pretty, sure— but whoever their stylist was? they were working overtime. there is not a single ‘flop outfit’ compilation or blog about any of you girls. one of your group’s performance outfit goes viral however everyone can’t stop talking about how it captured your aura and stage presence perfectly, it went viral catching everyone’s attention— including someone interesting. your company had ties to a famous designer who rarely showed his face, seemed like he’d just design clothes and have them modeled and call it a day, did not bother to even go to fashion showcases where his work would be the main event. but then he saw a clip of you in his work go viral— he had to see it for himself. that’s when you met rafayel.

when you heard that the designer of all your performance outfits wanted to meet you specifically you were nervous, after all this had to be some respectable man

let’s just say you were a bit confused when you showed up to his studio that looked like a tornado had ran through it— everything was strewn around

in its wake? an attractive young man who was probably the last person you’d think would be the person responsible for your group’s outfits

he’s an audacious man, skipping all pleasantries to immediately ask about your measurements

he asks for your chest size first and you resist the urge to chuck a nearby thread spool at him

you start to interrogate him, there’s no way that he’s the decorated designer that’s well respected in the industry… right?

but despite his demeanor, you can’t argue with his skill when he pulls out a dress that immediately catches your eye— you’re itching to try it on

he snickers at your wide eyes and tells you to change into it (he makes a joke about how he wouldn’t mind dressing you himself and you give him the craziest look)

once you’re all dressed up you step away from the changing room, doing a little twirl as you showed off his work

he was in awe, videography did you no justice compared the real deal— he shamelessly asks you to drop your idol career to be his model, his muse

and just when you thought you couldn’t give this man any more crazy looks

you really couldn’t deny it though, it was almost as if his work was made for you— the dress complimented you deeply

but alas you had worked extremely hard to get to where you were now, no amounts of flattery would coax you out of it

no matter to him, he wasn’t one to give up so easily. in a sea of fish, you were quite the catch

eventually he convinces your company to “lend” you to him as his model— the company agrees because not only is the versatility of idols really important but also free promo lolz

he now starts to attend these fashion shows so he can bask in your presence showing off his work, people whisper about the man who manages to get the best seat every time wondering who he is

at the end of every show he’s waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers, you always accept them joking about how it was just another failed attempt at him trying to get you to be his permanent model

little did you know that that wasn’t the only thing he was gunning for

whenever the question “who’s the most hardworking?” would arise in group interviews, without a doubt your fellow members would answer your name. your trainee days were rough, strict diets, endless hours of practice, appointments with vocal coaches, promo— you took it all in stride with no complaints. nowadays as a debuted idol in a well performing group, you still couldn’t help but watch what you ate, practice until your muscle ached, finding every opportunity to better yourself. tara often tried to reassure you that you already were good enough and that it was alright to be gracious and lenient towards yourself. you appreciated her words but you were fine, it wasn’t nearly as bad as being a trainee. that mindset eventually landed you in trouble causing you to collapse at a pre rehearsal for a music show. fortunately with no footage, rumors of your company potentially mistreating you only had the questioned credibility from word of mouth. eventually coming to with an iv connected to your arm and caleb scolding you for never taking breaks, your company insists that your group does the next few music shows without you so you can rest. before you can protest, a doctor that’s introduced to be your primary care walks in. that’s when you’re reunited with zayne.

you’re still a bit groggy but you recognize those pensive green eyes anywhere

he tries to not cross the line of a patient doctor relationship but the minute caleb leaves he gives you an exasperated look

he makes a quip that despite all these years later you still are inadequate in taking care of yourself

you grew up in the same small town as him and went to school together, of course he left for medical school while you perused your dream— who knew that you’d reunite in the big city

despite being in for mild dehydration and being treated for it with the iv, he insists on doing a full exam which gets you nervous and rightfully so, he’s very thorough

and lo and behold— he unravels your secret that you’ve kept from your company, your chronic illness

when auditioning and being signed on as a trainee the medical records you had submitted were from a shoddy doctor who never ran any tests

you beg him not to rat you out, after all you had made it this far with not a single person suspecting a thing

he’s very adamant about letting your company know, he tries to reassure you that the more room for accommodation for you the better but you cut him off pleading

he didn’t know how ruthless the industry was— you’ve seen plenty of popular groups put members in indefinite and unfair hiatuses for something beyond their control, if it wasn’t your company than the general public would know you as the sickly idol

you had worked too hard for it to come crashing down like this and his cold eyes softened in realization

he let out a sigh before begrudgingly agreeing to keep your secret, reminding you that you had been lucky that he was employed by the hospital rather than your company who by under contract he’d have to tell

he also makes a condition, you would have to start taking care of yourself more— if you ever landed in a hospital bed with another iv in he wouldn’t hesitate to let your company know of your state

you thank him profusely, you had worked far too hard for this. he knows because this had been your dream since you were children

you offer him to lunch in the upcoming weeks as a means to catch up, he only agrees under the guise that he can keep an eye on your condition while making sure you actually eat

❀° ┄───╮

a/n: wowza that was a lot 😵‍💫

y’all i love this game so much it’s not even funny— zayne my beloved pookie bear oml

i hope y’all enjoyed this fr, maybe i’ll write something(s) inspired by this au and hopefully expand on some of the headcanons ‼️

if y’all get some inspiration off of this pls tag me i wanna read yalls work so badlyyyy okay bye guys mwahhhh 🫶🏾

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#Spotify #love and deepspace au #love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne x reader #zayne x reader #zayne x you #lads zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel x reader #rafayel x reader #rafayel x you #lads rafayel #love and deepspace xavier #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier x reader #xavier x reader #xavier x you #lads xavier #lads x reader

[imhidingonceagain]

Slimeriana and QSMP fans, we need to talk (really, I'm going to talk about a few things).

CW: nsfw

Warning: long post.

At this point I think majority of you guys know what happened with Mariana yesterday (especially because the fliporiana community is small compared to other ones).

I'm gonna write some stuff Mariana said and I'm gonna be explicit about it because I want you guys to understand the severity of the situation (this is your warning):

Context: He was curious to see if people actually posted nsfw stuff about him (and poor boy, he really thought he wouldn't find any).

And I quote what he said after seeing some posts: "No, no, no! Why's Slime penetrating me?!" (He was probably looking at a fanart)

"I'm not doing role like that with Slime anymore. I thought you guys found it funny (he was talking about the sex role in the QSMP) but it only fills your minds with shit"

"I'm gonna say it in English because I know there's QSMP fans who do it as well: Don't draw hentai about me, don't draw us fucking, that's being a pervert, that's wrong"

Some months ago I wrote a post when we got the first warning in regards of this topic.

Mariana and Slime have talked about fanart before and at the time they didn't seem uncomfortable about it (though it seems like Charlie's girlfriend was).

So I wrote: it's not necessary to stop doing fanart about them. Just be careful with what you draw and where you post it.

To me even "suggestive" fanarts are "okay" (but with suggestive I mean the characters looking at each other like they want to kiss each other so bad, that's it). But when and how did that translate to some of you thinking that drawing real people having sex and not only having sex (because there's always ways to show intercourse without being explicit or disgusting) but also showing private parts is okay?

Because it's obvious Mariana saw something super explicit by the way he reacted (because he doesn't get bothered too easily). My poor man was distressed!

And let me tell you something. This is not only about Mariana and Slimecicle. This is a REAL PROBLEM within the fandom. Let me give you some examples:

I love reading fanfiction and months ago I was scrolling through the QSMP section on AO3 and let me tell you something: the amount of fanfiction written about the eggs and their parents in a non platonic way is CONCERNING.

Especially Wilbur Soot's fandom seems to have a lot of rotten apples who think that writing abusive stories about q! Wilbur and Tallulah is fine.

I understand some people write stories like that not because they're crime apologists, but because that's their way to deal with trauma (and dealing with trauma through art is okay). But PLEASE remember that while the eggs are fictional, their "parents" are REAL people.

Use fictional characters, please. Stop writing real people into pedophilic or highly abusive situations. THAT'S HORRENDOUS.

Another example is the following: Some weeks ago people were reporting a Twitter account and I clicked on the account (I personally don't like reporting people without making sure they deserved) and it took me like three seconds of scrolling to see more than 5 Ccs being disrespected (including Slimecicle, Quackity, Cellbit, Roier and Badboyhalo). Explicit Pictures, videos and fanarts were being posted about these creators.

You know what I think? I think Cellbit made his character asexual not only for the representation (it's clear by now that q! Cellbit is a sex positive asexual which is still representation yay!) But because he has been on the internet since around 2011 and he knows how disrespectful people can be. I think he knew that his and Roier's ship was getting too popular and that makes them both unprotected to shit like this.

Sadly, it's clear that it didn't matter that Cellbit made his character asexual, people can't seem to respect that detail about his character and about himself as a real person.

To some people it doesn't matter if the Cc is ambiguous or completely clear about their boundaries, they still don't give a fuck.

Please remember that behind each character is a real person. I understand sometimes you guys want to see your favorite characters fuck -me too, honestly- but for people like streamers that's out of the questions because not only they're real people, but because their work is related to social media and the possibilities of them finding EVERYTHING we write and post about them are super high.

I don't know how to feel. It's obvious that Mariana has not been feeling the same about the server since Juanaflippa died. Maybe this will make him feel even worse about the QSMP but I hope I'm wrong.

#el mariana #elmariana #slimecicle #slimeriana #fliporiana #qsmp #elmariana fanart #qsmp fanart #wilbur soot #cellbit #Quackity

[curseanon]

The Issue with Eden Polycule

So I wanted to articulate my thoughts on a relationship that ive seen in fandom spaces and lots of fan art or fanfiction. I don’t have any opinions or problems with Adam/Eve/Lucifer/Lilith, but I feel like there are some implications and tropes that we should be more careful about when it comes to Eve/Lucifer/Lilith or even just Eve/Lucifer. Before getting into it though, just a disclaimer: this post is not about polycules in general. It’s not my cup of tea personally, but ship whatever you please! This post is just me rambling about my own thoughts. Feel free to have your own interpretations. ALSO! None of this justifies Adam’s behavior. He is responsible for his decisions, including his cruelty towards people, language, and his decision to essentially wage mass genocide each year. And this post isn’t to say that this relationship drama is the sole reason why he ended up doing exterminations.

1. I don’t really like portrayals that have Lucifer/Lilith (L/L) sleeping with Eve and having her cheat on Adam, especially when it takes place in Eden. I’m afraid Vivzie might have this narrative take place in HH, but doing so does a real disservice to Eve’s (and Lucifer’s if he acted alone) character by having her be willing to cheat, and also does a disservice to Adam by having him be cheated on for reasons that are probably not entirely his fault. Not to mention a lot of media where this happens often has the tone of just “haha let’s cuck Adam twice,” which comes off to me as petty and unfair. Not only is it not a funny joke, but it essentially reinforces and justifies Adam’s misogynistic tendencies later. Especially the ideas that women are promiscuous, always willing to cheat and be unfaithful. The narrative would do nothing to disprove this if BOTH of Adam’s wives did in fact cheat on him.

2. Another thing about Eden. Lilith was Adam’s first wife, literally created for the purpose of being his partner. This is also pre-Apple, meaning that Adam has no concept of right vs wrong. The way he acts, if he truly was controlling and mean and the story book wasn’t exaggerating (which I doubt), is entirely the programming of the angels and the way they tolerate or enable his behavior. Assuming we went with the theory that Adam never ate the apple, it’s the same situation with Eve if she left him and/or cheated with L/L. The way I see it, Lilith’s cheating on Adam is not justified, even if she disagreed with Adam on certain things.

3. I also want to note that cheating on one’s partner is not a justifiable punishment for Adam’s behavior. Whether pre or post apple (now assuming he did eat it), I see it as fighting fire with fire, and all it usually does is create even more hostility and problems than if the person just clearly broke off the relationship first. L/L/E runs the risk of inadvertently encouraging unfaithfulness in relationships and marriages as solutions to a problem, but this is rarely the case. As stated earlier, it only makes Adam justified in acting the way he does. And with that justification, is he really in the wrong for how he treats women? What reason does he have to change his behavior if he is right about them? I could probably accept both wives leaving him if the purpose is to justify Adam’s behavior and not just mock him, to show how morality is not just black and white and the villains sometimes have justifiable reasons for thinking the way they do. But it still seems very shallow on Lilith and Eve’s parts.

4. This part is just my opinion on L/L/E, but I don’t find the idea of Eve getting with the people who caused her to lose Eden very convincing. L/L are the reasons her and Adam were cast out of the garden and made to live for centuries laboring to survive, farming cursed ground and painfully delivering several children. Not to mention the bringing of sin and death into the world, losing Abel at the hands of his brother and Cain being cast away to wander the Earth. All the suffering she faced in life and the suffering of all of her descendants, all of humanity. Her sleeping with Lucifer makes no sense to me unless he seduced her (when she was more naive, maybe even pre-apple) intentionally, either for the purpose of hurting Adam or if he did just love her also, which makes him complicit in ruining someone’s marriage. None of this fits with Lucifer’s character, a malewife who adores his Tall Queen and comes off to me as being very loyal. The idea of open marriage is better, but Adam does not seem like the type of guy who likes to share anything, and his marriage is very clearly between Adam and Eve. That controlling personality indicated by the story book leads me to see him as likely having some jealousy and possessiveness (though not in extreme ways).

5. The only other option is Lucifer sleeping with Eve after her death and if she goes to hell, since we know Adam and Eve lived a thousand years married together on Earth, starting humanity. But I don’t see any reason for this. We need much much more information about Adam and Eve’s relationship and all four of their relationships’ to each other in general first before we can talk more about this. But until then, I don’t see any reason to break up Adam and Eve unless there’s some importance to it in the narrative. For me, I see Adam’s womanizing in heaven as a sign that Eve is probably not in heaven. And thinking that he’ll never see her again because “Hell is forever,” he eventually becomes bitter and jaded over thousands of years and decides that his relationship with Eve must be over then. Possibly the same case with Eve in hell, somehow leading up to sleeping with Lucifer. But considering she’s no where to be found with L/L and Lucifer only references her once, there seems to be zero indication of anything between them.

6. To briefly touch on the idea that once in heaven, Eve eventually left Adam because of his horrible personality and womanizing. This is still possible, but it seems like WAY too big of a personality shift to go from married and raising a family for a thousand years to suddenly being a massive asshole and a philanderer. Something must have happened that magnified all the worst aspects of his personality. There’s no way he is the same today as he was in Eden or on Earth. If he is, that’s just shitty lazy writing on Vivzie’s part and Adam is nothing but a one dimensional villain with no depth at all. Massive waste of a character with huge potential.

Tl;dr This post is already too long so I’ll just summarize everything. Although I agree that Adam is definitely an arrogant and annoying villain, Lilith and Eve cheating on adam is unjustified imo, there is no reason for Eve to cheat on Adam or leave him at all from what we can tell now, and her having any relationship with Lucifer also makes no sense considering what his choices turned her life into. But let me know your thoughts on all this, if there’s some point you want to make or a disagreement on something else!

#hazbin hotel #eve hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel eve #hazbin eve #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin lilith #hazbin lucifer #adam x eve #eden polycule #hazbin headcanons

[bri-sonat]

Captain and the Mate - Part Two

If you haven't already read it or you would like to refresh your memory, part one can be found here!

Pairing: Pirate!Captain!Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Reader

Warning: NSFW!!! a grain of angst, a lot of smut, and some delectable fluff.

Synopsis: When the infamous Captain Bri makes port to recruit members to her crew, you don't waste the opportunity. To your relief and pleasure, she accepts you, and the time spent aboard her ship and among her crew leads to many things. One of them being a relationship developing between you and the Captain herself.

A/N: We have reached the final part of the fic that was too long to post as a singular fic (I have learnt from my mistakes and from the community, mwah, I love you all) and it is time for the smut! I debated adding smut or not, but I felt like my grand return after months of fanfictional silence had to include smut. It wouldn't be a bri-sonat fic if it didn't have smut (I say now, but when I write a fic without smut, I'll be revoking this statement.) However, after this one, I will be putting my next fic idea on hold to create some very exciting things with my dear Kaley! Since I am proven to be unable to focus on two projects at once, I will need to work on one thing at a time which is why I will be allowing my other idea to simmer for a little bit. Anyways, with that said, English is not my first language, and so on. Enjoy!

Thank you to baby girl, @daydream-cement for helping me choose what kind of smut to write and also for sending the picture. Kisses. <3

When Bri opened the door and entered, she stood to the side and let you step inside as well before she closed the door behind you.

As your eyes wandered about the quarters and took everything in, taking her in, she walked up to her armor stand and hung away her weapons. “Would you like anything to drink?” 

You continued your eye tour of her room and you even dared to take a few steps forward towards her desk where, seemingly, her only personal items resided. “No, thank you, Captain.”  

Keeping Bri in your peripheral, you approached the desk and swiped your eyes carefully over the items laying on the wood. There was a jewelry pendant, either from some form of necklace or bracelet.

It was surprisingly shiny, and you assumed that she must polish it every now and then which showed that it was very important to her. It showed care. 

Lying next to the pendant was a small knife that seemed to be as cared for as the first item. The blade was Valyrian steel, there was no doubt about it. Judging from the small scuffs and scratches along the metal, you could tell it had been well used in many ways.  

From the corner of your eye, you could see that Bri had turned around and was watching you. She made no motions to move toward you. Instead, she stood still in her place just meters away from where you were standing and observed you.  

The reason for this was hard for you to decipher and eventually, you stopped trying to. After what seemed like forever, the captain started moving forwards toward you and halted next to you. 

There was a deafening silence as you both searched for the words to continue your previous discussion. Any way you twisted and turned it, it wouldn’t be as seamless as it had been earlier.

The best idea you could come up with after agonizing minutes of quiet was to start up another conversation and transition into the other one from there. “This blade and the pendant seem very cardinal to you. I-” You used the items in front of you as inspiration but couldn’t get far in your sentence before the blonde next to you interrupted you. 

“It’s Brienne.” Her approach to the situation at hand seemed to be ripping off the band-aid. It was frank and straight to the point and it most definitely worked as a way to get back to the previous conversation. Because of its unexpected nature, you snapped your head and made eye contact with the blonde woman which was truly your mistake because it made you realize just how close she was to you. 

“Brienne...” Her name tasted like fresh strawberries on your tongue, and you knew that you’d never get tired of saying it. You never stopped gazing into her eyes which seemed to be even more intense being so close to her magnificent face. Almost like her blue irises hypnotized you, the next words that fell out of your mouth couldn’t be stopped, having wanted to be spoken for months. “That’s a pretty name. Fitting for a very pretty person.” 

Her entire face fell. She shook her head and took a tiny step back, making your entire being long for her warmth that had seemingly disappeared in more ways than one. “Don’t do that.” 

“Do what?” You couldn’t help the way your brows furrowed or how the perplexment in your voice made you look and sound like a giant question mark. 

“Call me pretty. You somehow found out about my interest in you and decided to taunt me for it?” She sounded hurt, and it broke your heart in two. Did she really think that you’d dream of mocking her? You had no interest in wounding her and the fact that you had done that without meaning to, made you feel extremely guilty, even if you meant what you said. The guilt didn’t last long when your brain finally registered what she said, and after that, it was all you could focus on. 

“...Your interest? You’re interested in me? I- I called you pretty because I think you are. Amongst many things...” You took a tiny step towards her, so she’d have the chance to back away from you if she felt like she needed to. To your relief, she made no sign that she was about to move away from you. Your voice was tender as you spoke to her, wanting to convey the utmost sincerity, upping the chance of her believing you. 

“...You do?” Brienne sounded so small, almost frail as she responded. It absolutely shattered your heart. The fact that this woman thought herself unattractive and had believed it for so long that she found it inconceivable that someone could think the opposite. You wanted nothing more than to take her into your arms, but you didn’t want to cross any boundaries, so you settled with her taking a step towards you as being good enough at the moment.  

You matched her movement, taking a cautious step towards her whilst you kept an eye out for even the tiniest change in her body language. “I do. I should probably clarify that I am very interested in you as well, Brienne of Tarth. I have been for many, many moons.” 

Brienne took one final step and when she had stopped, she was closer than she had ever been. You had to crane your head slightly to meet her eyes and the way she looked at you made your knees weak. There was no way to put a finger on the specific emotions she had in her eyes, but you recognized one very well. Adoration. “I have been too. I am glad that you feel the same.” 

“As am I...” She was so close that you felt like you were about to faint. You allowed your eyes to flick down to her lips and you let them remain there, making it painfully obvious to Brienne that you wished for her to plant her lips on yours. But in case she didn’t get that you desperately wanted to kiss her, you needed to speak it into the very thick air. “Now, please kiss me or I might lose my mind.” 

Brienne didn’t even waste a second. It went faster than you had anticipated and all of a sudden, you felt her very soft lips on yours. Your arms wound around her neck instinctively to keep her close and her hands landed carefully on your waist. She had to bend her knees slightly and you had to stand on your toes so your lips would be able to touch, and it was very awkward for both of you. The captain was fast at remedying this. 

With your lips still connected, Brienne lifted you by your waist and placed you on the desk you had previously been studying, her finding her place standing between your spread legs.  

The movement had made your previously glued lips shift, and your bottom lip had ended up between the captain’s lips. Your previous somewhat innocent kiss had in seconds transitioned to open-mouthed kisses. The blonde woman’s hands resting on the wood on either side of your hips and effectively pinning you in didn’t help in making it any less erotic. 

The kisses had started as controlled, but they were growing sloppier by the second as desperation for the other, and passion took over entirely. In the sloppiness, Brienne’s tongue had run over your bottom lip and between kisses, you and the captain’s tongues met and swirled around each other before retracting and then repeating until you were both out of breath. 

Both you and Brienne had acknowledged the heat that had been growing in the core of your abdomens whilst you had been making out and whilst you wanted nothing more than to be so intimate with the captain, you knew that you had to make sure that she wanted the same before taking it any further. 

When the kiss broke, you and Brienne panted against each other’s lips, and she was the first one to break the silence. She retracted her head which prompted you to open your eyes, and you met her intense blue ones, yet at this moment, the blue was almost nowhere to be seen because of her dilated pupils. She spoke with heavy breaths and when she did, you could feel that the heat only grew. “I want you. Please.” 

You had to suppress a whimper at her plea. You could barely believe your ears that Bri the Righteous Beast was pleading with you to give her you, as if you hadn’t wanted to give yourself over to her for months. “You have me. What do you want?” 

Brienne closed her eyes almost as if she was embarrassed to admit what she wanted you to do. Then again, she never imagined that she’d end up in the position she had found herself in, less speak the words that were being yelled inside her head out loud. When she finally met your eyes, she opened her mouth to utter the words she needed you to hear, and they came out sounding tremendously timorous. “I need you to touch me.” 

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. Of course, you’d touch her. You’d been wanting to touch her for months. It would be no bigger privilege than to touch her and offer her all the pleasure she could ever want. Brienne’s hands were still glued on the desk on either side of your hips and your arms were around her neck, your hand running up her nape and into her incredibly silky curls. “It would be my pleasure.” 

Your response made Brienne shiver and she leaned forward to catch your lips in a searing kiss, this one was only more controlled and slowed down. You both needed to take your time with this next part; savor every single second of it. There was no rush with this. 

Kissing Brienne was pure bliss and the way she jolted when she felt your hands disappear from her neck and land on her waist only made it so much better. You were slow and deliberate in your movements, wanting to give her the chance to stop it if she needed to before it went too far.  

But it was also for you. You had been yearning for this, for her, for months and now that it was finally happening, you needed to treat it like the most valuable art piece, because that was what she was. A piece of art. 

The fabric wrapped around Brienne’s waist was tied tightly, and after some fidgeting, you got the knot loose, and eventually, you placed the blue cloth next to you on the desk you were sitting on before bringing your hands to the buttons of her loose shirt. 

As you were undoing the first few buttons of her shirt, you broke the kiss so you could see every single inch of skin that you uncovered through your ministrations. When you did and glued your eyes on the path your hands took, Brienne swallowed the biggest lump in her throat.  

Never had someone regarded her so intently before and she couldn’t say that it didn’t feel wonderful. Even if she felt exposed and shy, she let you undress her as slowly as you wanted to and watch as you did. The feeling it gave her made her feel ecstatic. 

When the final button was undone, you gently pushed the shirt open and let it remain on her shoulders, you’d remove it later. She looked far too attractive like this, and you couldn’t rob yourself of that just yet. 

You focused your attention on the wrapping which was covering Brienne’s chest. It seemed to be a makeshift undergarment to hide her breasts considering the shirt she wore and for practicality and it looked like she had taken some random white fabric and wired it around herself. Well, you’d assume that it was white once upon a time. Now it was more of a beige from all the dirt over the years. As well as the occasional blood spatter. 

You moved your hands to begin unbinding it but were stopped when Brienne placed a gentle hand on your wrist. You moved your eyes to meet hers, needing to see her face to decode why she had halted you. The look on her face was shyness mixed with care and you couldn’t begin to guess what she was thinking. “I want to see you as well, please. I’d feel too exposed if I was the only one undressed...” 

“Of course.” You smiled at her before removing your hands from her chest to rid yourself of your clothes, but Brienne stopped you again in the same way as she had previously done. 

“Let me,” she cooed. And you did. You dropped your hands to your sides, and you let her take your tunic off. Brienne’s eyes never left yours, not even as she fully uncovered your chest. When the captain finally allowed her eyes to wander, it was like someone had punched the breath out of her and she gasped before meeting your gaze once again. “You’re so stunning.” 

“So are you.” You smiled gently before you continued your previous movements. Your hands fiddled with the cloth and as you had done with the blue fabric, you started unraveling the dirtied white cloth. 

The rest of the cloth fell off on its own when enough had been removed by you and your breath hitched in your throat when you laid eyes on Brienne’s beautiful breasts.  

There were no words that could properly describe all that she was. All you could think was that she was so insanely handsome, and attractive, and every single other word that escaped you. She made you speechless, took your breath away, and made your heart skip beats. And that would have to describe it enough for now. “So beautiful...” 

Your hands moved to cup Brienne’s breasts and when she felt your touch, she sighed happily. You experimented the smallest bit by running your thumbs over her erect nipples and the noise she made when you did could’ve killed you if you weren’t already in heaven. It was a mix of heavy breathing and a gasp, and Gods, was it arousing. 

As much as you wished to give her nipples all the attention they deserved, you didn’t think you could contain yourself any longer, and you were sure Brienne wouldn’t complain. You needed to taste her so badly. It was the most invading urge and you needed to satiate it, or you didn’t know what you’d do. 

Pressing two quick kisses to both of Brienne’s nipples, you moved your hands down to her trousers and your fingers began working on unbuckling the offending clothing item that hindered you from tasting your captain’s heat. 

As your hands worked on Brienne’s trousers, you reconnected your lips with hers and you were now softly kissing. The blonde’s hands were resting comfortably on your upper thighs and her strong hands being so close to where you needed to feel her the most was driving you mad with lust. It felt like you were burning up from the inside and where she was touching you felt like it was on fire. Your desire for her was overpowering. 

When Brienne’s buckle was undone and they hung open on her hips, you realized you couldn’t stay where you were. It would be far too uncomfortable. So, you broke the kiss to croak out the smallest amount of words your lustful brain was able to conjure as you took off the shirt that was hanging on her shoulders. You wanted to see the entirety of her. “We should move to the bed.” 

Brienne swallowed. “Okay.” She then picked you up by your thighs and carried you to her bed, placing you carefully down onto the furs that lay upon it. She climbed in after you, and when she had laid down, you maneuvered yourself to sit before her so you could take off her boots and trousers. 

With her pants finally off, you were finally introduced to her bare long legs. You followed them with your eyes and at the top, you could see a wet patch in the middle of her undergarments and when she noticed what you were looking at, she instinctively closed her legs and covered her chest with her arms. You met her eyes. “You don’t need to do that. There is no need to hide yourself from me. You are so gorgeously hot.” 

Your words caused her to relax, and she spread her legs – removing the arms that hid her chest at the same time. Gods, she was a perfect and arousing sight. With her legs spread, her chest exposed and heaving, her face flushed, eyes full of prurience. The vision that was her spurred you into action and your mouth took the same route your eyes had just taken. 

Kissing up her legs until you reached her supple inner thigh, you hummed in delight when you heard the gasp that released Brienne’s lips once you nibbled and started sucking on her skin. “Please...,” she whimpered. “Please make me feel good.” 

You sat up in between her legs. “Anything for my captain.” Trailing your hands up to her hips, you hooked your fingers in the sides of Brienne’s undergarments, and she elevated her hips so you could pull them down her remarkably long legs. 

She laid fully naked before you and she looked ethereal. She always did, but she somehow managed to look attractive all the time and it had driven you insane for months – as it did at this moment as well. You took a minute to take all of her in and the words simply tumbled from your lips. “You’re so irresistible... so beautiful... I really can’t explain how attractive you are.” 

She blushed from your compliments and opened her mouth to repudiate, but before she could - your eyes had locked on to her glistening wetness, and you didn’t waste another minute. Diving your head in between her legs and getting comfortable on your stomach, you licked up her slit before circling her clit with your tongue which caused Brienne to interrupt herself. 

Brienne hummed in pleasure, and you sucked tenderly in determination which only made her hums grow louder until they were soft moans. Her noises only drove you on – cycling between sucking, licking, and grazing with your teeth. All until she cried out in pleasure.  

When she realized how loud she had been she stopped herself from releasing any more sounds that could act as an alarm. And even if you wanted nothing more than to hear all the noises she could make, you knew that it was for the best to remain as silent as possible. 

Her hips were held in place by your death grip and her hand had found purchase in your hair, the other one squeezing one of your hands that lay on her hip. Brienne’s legs twitched next to your head when you managed to hit a particular spot with your tongue, and you felt dizzy from the whole ordeal. 

Her taste made you lightheaded and you were sure you’d pass out from hearing her noises, seeing her blissed-out face, and tasting her cunt. 

Gently grazing your teeth against her clitoris, you observed as Brienne’s eyes snapped open and met yours at the same time as her back arched, and a loud moan that she couldn’t stop exited her mouth. You quickly replaced your mouth with your middle and ring fingers temporarily, making small circles with them so you could speak. “As much as I wish to hear you... you need to be quiet. You don’t want to wake up the crew and alert them of your activity, now do you?” 

Brienne whined, trying her best to stay quiet – but it just felt so good, even if her cheeks were burning from the embarrassment of being so noisy. You had to be satisfied with her lowering the volume of her noises. “N- No. I do not,” she breathed. She could barely get the words out, her entire being focusing on staying relatively silent. 

“That’s what I thought.” You removed your fingers and placed your mouth back on her clit and resumed sucking and licking. She in turn let out a breathy mewl. 

It didn’t take long to bring Brienne to the edge. A well-timed teeth graze sent her flying over the edge into pure bliss and with a strained sound, she tensed up before relaxing. She used the hand she had on your head to give it a gentle push, signaling that it was too much. 

You removed your head from between her legs and crawled up to catch her lips in a soft and slow-moving kiss. Brienne hummed when she tasted herself in your mouth and you in turn yelped when she turned you both around without warning – leaving her on top of you. 

“Allow me to return the favor, please. I have never done this before, but I think it’s only fair after what you just gave me.” Brienne gazed into your eyes longingly and, if you weren’t mistaken, lovingly. Her tone was so gentle and so caring that she could have been talking about something entirely different if it wasn’t for the tinge of arousal still remaining in her voice. 

You smiled and nodded. “Okay. You may. Please.”  

The captain was calculated but quick in her movements, taking off your boots first, then your trousers, and, finally, your undergarments. When everything was off, she took her place between your legs and made eye contact with you – her gaze questioning. As if you could change your mind or deny the one thing you have wanted for months. 

In return, you spread your legs even more and offered her a reassuring look – a soft nod ending it in case your former actions didn’t bring the response forward. 

With your confirmation, she placed her mouth on your clitoris and started sucking. Even though she hadn’t done this before, she was doing very well. She seemed to copy what you had done on her, and it felt insanely pleasurable – even more so because it was her doing it. 

“Oh... Fuck, Brienne....,” you breathed. Everything leading up to this – the making out, the touching, the noises, seeing her undressed, her blissed out face, tasting her – had worked you up to the point where you were so incredibly close already. She couldn’t have been using her mouth on you for more than a few minutes when you felt the sweet release approaching faster than you would’ve liked it to. “That feels so good.... and you look so pretty in between my legs.” 

If you could have decided, you’d want her in between your legs so much longer - so you could feel the way her tongue dragged through your folds and gathered your wetness on the strong muscle before sucking on your clit. Also, so you could see the way her eyes met yours when you spoke with lust clouding your voice.  

Thinking about her tongue and mouth working on your pussy, and seeing the way she looked at you, only made the coil in your stomach tighten faster. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t hold it back any longer. 

You had managed to stay moderately silent up until now, but when you were sent over the edge and the ecstasy hit you like a steel hammer, your mouth betrayed you – opening and releasing a drawled, breathy moan. 

You lay panting on the bed, your entire body becoming heavy and almost limp as you sunk into Brienne’s comfortable mattress. It was much snugger than what you and the rest of the crew slept on, that was obvious – or maybe the reason for that was because this bed was hers, and she was in it with you. You couldn’t be sure.  

She had left the space between your legs and had crawled up to lie by your side, and when she took you into your arms you were sure that you’d fall asleep. You could. You wanted to. You knew that the crew would find it strange if you were not there when they woke up. Maybe you could find some form of excuse. You were up before most and got to bed when the rest of the ship was slumbering. So, it wouldn’t be improbable to sleep in the captain’s bed and everyone else would be none the wiser or suspicious. 

You really wanted to allow yourself to stay by her side. Remain in her bed and fall asleep in her arms. And you did. You had to. 

Brienne pulled the furs over you both to shield you from the cold and to cover your naked bodies and after she had done so, you remained in silence for a while before she broke it. “Will you stay the night?”  

You looked at her, gazing into her irises through half-lidded eyes. You brought a hand up to her face and tucked a stray hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. You smiled. “I will. Of course, I will.” 

“Good.” Brienne smiled. A beat passed. Her hand splayed out over your lower back. “So, this friend of yours... she could be a good contact. She sounds like someone to know.” 

You chuckled. “Probably. We’ll have to go back to Oldtown to talk to her though.” 

Laying in Brienne’s arms was unlike any feeling you’d ever felt before. You felt so safe and secure, and her arms were so strong. And she smelled so much like her. You felt inebriated by her scent, and you couldn’t fathom how one singular person could make you feel this way. 

There was no way around it. You loved her. 

“Then I guess that’s where we are going next,” Brienne whispered. Her eyes scanned your face, and you could see that she wanted to say something else – but she didn’t quite know how to. 

“So... You said that you had never done this before, but... you had a lover, no?” You had to ask. The query had been plaguing your mind since the bliss had been laid to rest and you remembered that she had hinted at this being her first time, but the fact that she had indulged in storytelling and therefore told you the extent of her relationship with the woman in the shanty, brought your curiosity to the surface. 

Brienne chuckled heartily. It was a glorious sound. One you wanted to hear more, and more. Every day if so allowed and she bestowed you such a privilege. “We never consummated our relationship. The furthest we went was to kiss... she left before we could have such intimate relations.” 

You hummed in acknowledgement, remaining silent as you crafted your next question that had been haunting your thoughts since she regaled you with the situation behind the song. “How’d they die?” 

“He killed her, then himself. I couldn’t possibly know why, but considering I was the only witness, and the only person there, I assume that people drew their assumptions. Some bard caught wind of it, and the song was born.” Brienne held you tight as she answered all your questions, ready to be as open for you as she possibly could. There was no reason to hide herself from you anymore. 

“Some people just do things out of reasons we couldn’t even begin to understand...” You thought out loud. You had so many questions for her, like why she had left Tarth in the first place, or why she only took from those she did, or why she named her ship The Bloody Sapphire, but there was only one you needed the answer to right now. “Last question, for now, I swear. What’s up with the overweening personality? The cocky person I met in the tavern is not the one I have gotten to know over the past months or the one I am lying in bed with right now.” 

Brienne was silent for a minute as she searched for the words, and you looked at her face intently. “When you rule over a crew of two dozen men, you must harden yourself so they will respect you. My crew would surely respect me no matter the personality, but it has truly become a habit and when I am around my men, I slip into it naturally without even noticing it. However, it didn’t come naturally around you, and I had to actively step into it when I felt myself slipping. After a while, I just stopped correcting myself but sometimes it fought back. Like it was a second person living inside my body. Fighting for dominance. For example, the times when I had to excuse myself from our conversations. I didn’t want you to get to know that personality. But it seems like you disregarded that and saw right through me.” 

You kissed her lips and smiled at her when you retracted your head. “Your eyes are more telling than you think. They are the windows to your soul... if you know what to look for.” 

“And you did?” Brienne questioned; her tone careful. 

“Somehow, I always did. Or maybe you just let me, even if subconsciously,” you responded, your eyes never leaving hers. 

“Maybe...,” she replied. Her eyes scanned your face in search of the words she so desperately wanted to speak. “I do not know much about... feelings or emotions. But I know that what is inhabiting my body is strong... and deep – and I feel it for you. I know that I want nothing more than to fall asleep next to you every night and wake up next to you for as long as this world allows us to. I... I...” 

“I know,” you interrupted. She did not need to say more, because you already understood what she meant and what she wanted to say. You wanted to say the same thing, but each thing has its time and so does this. “Me too.” 

Brienne smiled and kissed your lips. You smiled back. The air was silent and the sea around you was calm as you fell asleep in each other’s arms.  

The future promised nothing, but you knew that as long as you were allowed the privilege of having her in your life, you’d be happy no matter what the outcome of your life ended up being. 

Your captain, and her Quartermaster. 

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Hello, hello...What do you think are KakaSaku and DraMione’s each greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic each?

(Hope you don't mind, that I copy the same questions from that same ask of that anon about SukuIta).

P.s Also can I ask your top 5 fav fics of those 2 ships? Please and thank you.....

Greetings!✨ Minding? Are you kidding me? I get to talk about my favourite characters and ships soooo let’s get down to it, shall we?

Kakashi is a genius in all ways that matter to become the perfect shinobi: he’s intelligent, capable of cold logic, perceptive, talented and has the will to perfect his skills. To me his greatest quality is to think fast and outside of the box. Not only does he analyse situations quickly but he also knows how to adapt his plans according to the changing variables.

Greatest weakness? Hmm…younger Kakashi certainly had more than one but older Kakashi? I think, since Naruto and Sasuke were the troublemakers with the greatest potential he focused — naturally — too much on them and forgot all about Sakura’s training. He knew she had the best chakra control among them and still abandoned her. Maybe he thought she would be fine without too much guidance but I think he underestimated her potential because she acted a typical teenaged girl.

Sakura is intelligent. She might not be a tactical genius like Kakashi but she definitely matches his analytical talent. It takes her till Shippuden to not only be good at analysing situations but to also come up with good plans. That and her chakra control make her formidable.

Her greatest weakness? I have to go with simping for Sasuke. On the one hand focusing on getting Sasuke back and not wanting to stand in his or Naruto’s shadow helped with her training, on the other hand it limited her options of what she wanted to do/achieve in life. We never find out. She had the obligation to do something with her talent apart from “stopping” and “loving” Sasuke and it was waaaaaasted.

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To me it made sense that in another universe or time or under different circumstances those two characters could have been close friends or more. They are both intelligent and nerds in their respective fields, which are traits Sakura — even when she was a Sasuke fangirl — appreciated. They are both kind and empathic characters with similiar values. I always had the impression that Sakura definitely would go for a partner, who matches her intellect and competence. Canon-wise Kakashi never invalidated Sakura’s feelings or made her feel bad about herself for not being or acting like the perfect shinobi. Instead he looked out for her, saved her or comforted her. I think the moment Shippuden rolled around he also respected her as a fully fledged shinobi. He acknowledged her skills but never stopped looking out for her in dangerous situations. Kakashi showed her the level of care and kindness her love interest should have given her. But since Sasuke couldn’t allow himself to have such bonds, the contrast between his behaviour towards Sakura and Kakashi’s was even more apparent. Not even Naruto was so soft with her:

The softness of that gesture... During the Kaguya fight we get more than one scene where they are both so soft with each other. Not to mention every time Sasuke acts like a dickhead we get a reaction shot like this from Kakashi:

Kakashi was always good a reading her. It looked like as if they had some sort of understanding of one another that didn't require a lot of words, probably because they are both very perceptive. Apart from that I think the difference in their temperament is the best combination for a power couple. They remind me of Minato and Kushina in that regard. He, the quiet, logical and kind one. She, the explosive emotional and intelligent one with too much doofus energy. Take that and their shared history and you have so many interessting arcs and story building elements you can explore.

Favourite Fanfictions:

I Found You Missing by Wolfy Tales

Unbroken by princezsupastar

Duty Before Honor by SilverShine

Will of Fire by Cynchick

Christmas Confessions by Cynchick

Draco always had a lot of potential. His intelligence and creativity as well as his love and commitment to his family are his greatest strength. I think during his attempt to kill Dumbledore all of these attributes are combined and show what Draco is able to accomplish if he sets his mind to it. He is a problem solver and is able to make connections that aren't obvious to other people.

His insecurity and need for recognition is what is holding him back. It's also what fosters his cowardness. For some reason he is the Malfoy heir and still feels the need to compensate for not living up to his father’s (?) expectations. He is also more tilted towards the easy way instead of working hard or taking responsibility.

Hermione is brilliant and very persistent. A deadly combination. When she has a clear goal in mind she is working rentlessly towards it. Sometimes even with no regard towards others. Her ambition, studies and her talent to think logical saved Harry and Ron more than once.

Greatest weakness has to be her disregard of other opinions. She can be close-minded and has a hard time accepting other views about the world, especially about topics she has already thought through. Everything she doesn't understand or isn't able to dissect with logic, is dismissed or questioned by her.

Dramione is an intriguing idea because on the one hand they are opposites of each other: the Malfoy heir and the girl next door, the pureblood and the muggle born, Slytherin and Gryffindor, Death Eater and Golden Girl. And yet they also mirror each other in various aspects: Draco makes fun of her blood status showing he his set in his view of the world but so is Hermione. Accepting other views is hard for her. Draco can be analytical and hellbent on achieving his goal. Similar to Hermione. He can be cruel but so is she. He knows exactly what to say to trigger people but so does she. They are both impulsive. He is insecure ablout himself as is she. He wants to be recognized as does she. You can ask so many story building questions with these setups alone — even when you don't count in both the canon and headcanon moments and the shared history of those two. The clashes of their personalities and ideals makes for pure entertainment and drama, but their similiarities and the conflict of them being on different sides of the war is what great love stories are made of. They play well off each other in every situation you throw them in. I always thought that Hermione needed someone who is as smart and ambitious as her, but who is also able to question her world views and who isn't afraid to push her limits. Also he would charm her with his ingenuity. As for Draco (and that's purly speculation on my part), I think he would've reacted well towards somebody, who values something other than the Malfoy name in him.

Favourite Fanfictions:

Inverse by Elesrea

Osculum Annuum by MyDelphi

The Green Girl by Colubrina

The Right Thing To Do by LovesBitca8

Dragon’s Heartstrings by pinkinku

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what if Brian was Bertie? find out in this fanfiction..

credit to @dripping-void for the initial idea

claustrophobia is a running theme of this fic. I do not have claustrophobia so let me know if I portrayed it badly but I did my best

Bertie had always been a little claustrophobic. Before, it hadn’t been much of a problem; a slight tightening of his chest in a lift, a quickening of breath in a crowd, but usually he could avoid situations he knew would be stressful or push down his fear long enough to get through it. But now? Trapped in the endless twisting tunnels every second of every day, the oppressive, humid air thick with the stench of death choking him, the rough walls seeming to close around him, at every moment terrified they would collapse and he would be trapped, buried alive with no-one to help him, Bertie couldn’t tolerate it anymore. Being with Tim helped, but even he had to tackle Bertie to the ground and hold him tight as he struggled while the others helped cover them in lead in microwave attacks. Dimly Bertie knew that being cooked alive was a far worse fate, but no amount of reassurance from Tim could stave off the inevitable panic attacks as he was trapped in a space even more confined than usual, bodies pressed desperately against each other until Bertie wanted to scream. So yes, he knew it was stupid and dangerous as he clawed his way to the surface like an infected ant, distantly he knew he could die, probably would die for his moment of madness and desperation, but he couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t spend another moment trapped down there. When he finally crawled out onto the dusty surface, desperately gasping air and crying with relief, he was trapped inside a bulky spacesuit he’d stolen so he wouldn’t immediately die (he wasn’t completely stupid, after all) but he hardly cared. He was free.

When the shell detonated, blowing chunks of rock from the earth and kicking up a ferocious dust cloud, Bertie suddenly found himself soaring away into space, and he thought vaguely that it seemed appropriate, it seemed right. Parts of the suit melted against his skin, burning then freezing the skin beneath. The Moon grew smaller beneath him; the force of the powerful bombshell could easily overcome its weak gravity. As Bertie lost consciousness, he made peace with his death; he just wished he could say goodbye. I’m sorry, Tim, he thought, as darkness flooded his vision.

When Bertie awoke, he had no idea where he was. He was lying in a hard white bed, parts of his body covered in thick white gauze. He looked around; the thick, heavy metal door suggested vacuum sealing. Was he in a pressurised dome on the Moon? No, that was stupid, the Moon Kaiser controlled those. Where, then? The room gently thrummed with energy; an engine? Was this a spaceship? That seemed the most likely. Why was here? He’d only been on a spaceship once before, when he was deployed to the Moon. Maybe they were taking him home again? His heart jumped in his chest, and he barely dared to hope. But where was Tim? He didn’t want to go home without Tim.

The door opened with a hiss of air, and someone entered.

“Hello,” they said softly. “I’m Everett. What’s your name?”

“Bertie,” he whispered. He swallowed thickly, realising how dry his throat was. “Where…” his head throbbed as he trailed off, looking around.

“You’re on a spaceship, Bertie. I’m afraid we’re quite far from where we picked you up now. It looked like there was some kind of war, and we had to get out before the ship got damaged any more. We’re going to stop on a planet for supplies soon though. For now, you should probably get some rest.” They smiled warmly and Bertie nodded.

“Okay,” he replied quietly, feeling very small and very tired, and he quickly fell asleep again.

He awoke to the sound of distant panicked shouting.

“What do you mean the front thrusters won’t fire?”

“I mean they were damaged and you kept putting off the full ship review so we haven’t had time to find and fix it, and now they won’t fire at full power, so we can’t slow down!”

“Can’t we just pull away from the surface again then?”

“No, we’re too close and don’t have enough fuel. We’re all going to die, and there’s nothing any of us can do!”

“No, there has to be something! What if we spin the ship around and use the rear thrusters?”

“Not enough time, not enough time!”

“There must be something we can do!”

“We are doing everything we can!”

“We’re out of time!”

A violent impact jolted through the whole ship and the metal screamed as it twisted and failed, and Bertie’s head slammed into the metal wall of the ship, and he passed out. Again.

He awoke gradually. When he touched his head, his fingers came away covered in blood. He stood slowly, leaning heavily on the metal wall, his legs shaking, and made his way to the exit. As he crawled through the warped metal, he tried not to think about the tightness in his chest. Where was he? Was it a spaceship? When he fell, gasping for breath, into the open air, he saw that he had been right; a small spaceship, its front half crumpled in the small crater in which it lay.

“Who are you?” someone called. He turned to see them, a person standing several metres away and looking at him and the spaceship with a look of disgust.

“I… I don’t…” he started to respond.

“What’s your name?” the person continued harshly, stepping forward. He stumbled backwards slightly.

“I…” he hesitated. What was his name? Who was he? His head throbbed painfully when he tried to think. He thought his name might have started with a B. Had it been Bob? Billy, maybe? “…Brian?” he said uncertainly. It sounded unfamiliar in his mouth, he didn’t think that was quite right either, but it would have to do for now.

Brian, as he now called himself, became obsessed with figuring out how the ship he had arrived in worked and took it apart and put it back together over and over, then began to wonder how he could create something new with it. The others of this planet did not care for technology, but he couldn’t let go of this; it was all that remained of where he had come from.

When they threw him into the sky, it seemed right to him, it seemed natural, but that didn’t make it any less terrifying as his skin began to freeze. Hadn’t this happened before? A name dragged itself to the front of his mind. Tim. It wasn’t his name, he knew that, but it was important, he was sure of that. Who are you, Tim? he thought as he lost himself to the encroaching cold.

It took a while for Brian come to terms with his new self. He didn’t look like himself at all; his face had already been scarred when he reached the planet, and Carmilla had been forced to approximate what he looked like from frozen flesh already damaged beyond recognition, and he couldn’t see any of his own features in the mirror anymore. His heart all that was left of him, locked inside a metal prison, and whenever he thought about it too long he began to feel trapped and claustrophobic, until he wanted to tear out his heart, just so it could be free.

“We have to save him.” Brian said firmly, with no room for argument.

“What- why? Why do you care?” Jonny replied irritably.

“He could be- he could be fun. He’s very good with guns,” Brian cast around for what might interest Jonny enough to agree. “He’s- he kills people, that’s fun, isn’t it?” Brian was so glad he was in ends-justify-means, so he could tell himself that saving this life was worth it compared to the hypothetical life that might be lost as a result. How could he tell the others, how could he tell Jonny his real reason that he wanted, that he needed this man to live. Looking down at him, even with his eyes burnt out, Brian knew this was his Tim, he was sure of it. He couldn’t remember who he was or why he needed him to live so badly, but he knew it was important, more important to him than he could ever remember anything being.

When Tim awoke and joined the crew, Brian burned with the longing for his touch, and when Tim spoke it dredged up a distant memory of Tim holding him and whispering reassurances. But it was like Tim looked straight through him, seeing nothing but a stranger.

Tim was quietly stalking an octokitten to prank Jonny with when he heard small, hitched breaths from behind a door, like someone trying very hard not to be heard. Abandoning his task, he crept closer, and carefully opened the door. It was Brian, curled up on the floor and quietly crying.

Static filled Brian’s ears and his vision glitched and blurred as he desperately gasped for breath with an awful mechanical wheezing, his hands clutched over his heart, trapped inside the metal cage that was his body. He was trapped again and he didn’t know what to do this time, his existence a prison. Vaguely, he thought someone might be talking.

“-ian? Brian? Are you- are you okay?” Tim’s blurred face was filled with concern and his hand hovered near Brian’s face, unsure whether touching him would help. Brian made the decision for him, grabbing his hand and pressing it against his cheek as he sobbed.

“Brian, what’s wrong?”

“I- I- I’m scared- can you hold me? like- like before,” Brian responded jerkily through gasping breaths. With that, he buried his face in Tim’s neck.

“Like before?” What did that mean? Tim thought back over his time on the Aurora, he had barely even touched Brian, let alone hugged him. But- well- wasn’t there something familiar about him? Something about his mannerisms, the way he carried himself, the way he walked, the smile he seemed to save just for Tim. “Bertie?” he breathed, hardly daring to hope.

Bertie. Yes, that seemed right, like it had been on the tip of his tongue yet just out of reach for all these years. “Yes,” he whispered. Bertie raised his head and looked with tear-stained metal eyes into Tim’s own mechanical eyes. Tim wrapped his other arm around his head and pulled him closer and they kissed, metal colliding with flesh.

#if you noticed timeline inconsistencies shhh no you didn’t they’re the mechs they can move through time in whatever direction they want #it works trust me #not totally happy with the ending. but oh well #bertie #gunpowder tim #drumbot brian #briantim #timbertie #my fanfiction #fanfiction #the mechanisms #cringed so hard trying to proofread it. hopefully it reads as less cringe to you guys #dragon.txt

[sakuplumeria]

For the "send a character" thing: Louis! 😊

Louis James Moriarty

My first impression

William’s loyal brother/follower. Nothing more, nothing less.

My impression now

Damn why is his explosive emotions so sexy? And the way he enjoys himself swinging the knife omg!? He's also being so tsundere, how cute <3 He's a real masochist isn't he…

Favorite thing about that character

Wears his murderous intention on his sleeves. I also love that he has scars. Sensei, please let us see the scar on his chest too sometimes?

Least favorite thing

I wish he'd love himself more. He worth so much and he deserves so much love. He gets it but he never feels worthy of any of it. Oh dear Louis...

Favorite line/scene

Oh yeah kill him with those fork and knife!

Favorite interaction that character has with another

Did the previous one serve as an interaction? No? Okay, this then… (putting the panels so you can read from right to left)

A character that I wish that character would interact with more

Sherlock Holmes :3 Why don't they interact more, honestly? I can count them with my fingers... There are more and more Sherlouis fanfictions though, so I am well fed.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

I am, again, rewatching CCS and uh. Meilin (the pigtailed Chinese girl)

A headcanon about that character

I poured out some Sherlouis seeds to @hergan416 and it turned into Poison Paradise :') please have a read!

Another headcanon that actually fits the canon, I believe he made contact with Albert during time skip. He sometimes sent messages through Mycroft and Charles, or made dishes and ordered Bonde to bring it up to Albert. He still took care of Albert in that situation. He's such a loving man.

A song that reminds of that character

Uh, I don't listen to songs so, I'll pass this one.

An unpopular opinion about that character

His dynamics with Sherlock are just so perfect? This was what brought me to ship SherLouis in the first place. The trope enemies to lovers suit them better than SherLiam, imho. Please don't kill me?

Favorite picture

#thank you for asking #louis james moriarty #yuumori #yuumori asks #yuumori character ask #sherlouis

[haleelah]

So listen to this!

Have any of you seen the twitter post about the zombie flower rarepair!

I've been contemplating about a similar situation for jaydick. And since we already have an amazing fic of Jay writing Red Hood/Nightwing fics. I had a hard time figuring something until it hit me just now!

Dick and kori spilt up early after Dick leaves his home and base in Gotham.

Just peachy. Exactly what Dick needed after his Dad/mentor "fired" him and had a terrible fall out with him, who didn't hesitate to bring another boy home to take Dick's place and wear his mantle. Bruce carelessly giving him his family legacy.

It's good that Dick made up with Jason. The kid was good and he deserves good things to happen to him.

But Dick now is crestfallen of his break up with Kori. He so pathetically goes on the Internet searching of Nightwing x Starfire stories to read...

Dick discovers that his alias tag is not frequently shipped with Starfire, but rather filled with his other teammates and mostly with speedy... sometimes even with orgies with the whole Titans team.... thats is something for sure.

The fanfiction reading site does cheer him abit, if getting his mind of his horrible break up can count as cheering.

Dick stumbles upon the original characters x Nightwing tag, and there is one recognisable name out in the pages. Prejudice_Against_The_System88, this person has a great fanfiction collection of their original character "Red Cardinal" being romantically shipped with Nightwing. They also have some stories with Robin/Nightwing. Their stories varies but are mostly on in the R rated romantic genre. Their writing is good and promising for someone, who Dick assumes, based on the authors notes, in their high school year.

Dick actually enjoys the Red Cardinal/Nightwing fics mostly on the site. He starts leaving comments for the author. Appreciating their thoughtful writing of his character and their growing maturity of how they are dealing with Red Cardinal's feelings for Nightwing.

To say Dick becomes obsessed with CardinalWing (the ship name, as bestowed by himself upon the author) is an understatement. He becomes Prejudice_Against_The_System88's number one fan. Always commenting and engaging the author in discussion of each story they release, who in turn are so enthusiastic they sometimes slip up information of future chapters or stories they are working on.

Dick lives in a bliss of this hobby for great while. Until the author starts complaining of school tests and how their schedule won't allow them for more posting.

Their posting dwindles gradually until they fully stop for a month.... Dick gets worried that maybe the author is not feeling appreciated enough. ( he had read of that author who held their new chapters hostages In exchange for 50 comment on each chapter or something after all) luckily, his lovely Prejudice are not that kind of person. Still though, Dick miss their presence and making two other accounts to leaves comments just for them won't hurt him in anyway so he does. Maybe the additional engagement would lift them up again.

His two other accounts, does not engage well with the author who had disappeared now for two months.

Dick's real life is not fairing any better too...

He comes back to earth after a long mission in space to find that Jason has been murdered by the Joker and Bruce hadn't even bothered to tell him about that

Dick is devastated by that and his whole team are their by his side trying to comfort him, even poor kori is back by him holding him and being there for him.

Dick is so broken after that he fully immersed himself in his work and completely forgot about his teenage years hobby...

Now I don't know how to continue this?

Maybe Jason suddenly remember his account's password and log in to be blasted with tons of notifications of a time long gone with multiple people engaging all his stories that are left with no reply from him. It would warm his heart a bit but it would also make him so bitter of everything that he had been robbed of.

And would he complete his stories? I think yes!

He'd maybe update his account with a short fic of Red Cardinal coming back from the underworld as gag effect lol, he's not expecting people to interact with his work, especially after all these years. But who knows maybe there is someone out there who awaited his long sought-after return....

#that twitter post where someone made fanwork of a rarepair and when they were about to quit #their only fan of said rare pair started makin #g several accounts with different mannerisms to convince the author they had the real support they deserved #jaydick #i don't know how to go with this #or precisely i'm not a writer so idk how to properly write it lol #if there's much typos here i honestly don't care

[look-how-they-massacred-them]

Preliminary Poll

Richard "Dick" Simmons

Submission reason:

I apologize in advance for the amount of autism youre gonna have to read. Red team, the team that Simmons is on, has been the comedic butt of every joke for *years,* while blue team carries most of the plot. In recent seasons, individual members of red team have been given their own development. I won't get into detail about it, but almost every member of red team was given their own lore, motives, character growth, etc. Everyone except Simmons. Every opportunity to give Simmons his own individual depth as a character that didn't ALSO INVOLVE GRIF had been used as a joke. During an episode covering worst fears, Grif faces his own trauma from boot camp training, while his sister watches their childhood home burn down (I'm pretty sure, anyways. Its been a while since ive seen the season and you'd have to pay me to watch it again). When they get to Simmons' worst fear, it's used as a throwaway joke about penises (this part i am sure about. I remember being so mad i had to pause the video and sit there for a second). The writer of those seasons one time shared snippets of script that was cut from final production that supposedly featured an arc where simmons is tortured for information, but then after being asked about it, the same writer revealed that the ""torture"" was actually gonna be a joke about him getting his nails filed. With the series stuck in perpetual limbo due to Rooster Teeth's inability to write RvB well AND their constant scandals (unsurprising, honestly), Simmons has been stuck a boring, depthless character for the last 5 or so years, give or take.

Propaganda:

The writing in the newer seasons has been so tremendously bad that there existed a trend for a good year where the RvB fanbase made memes reacting to fake situations that they WISHED happened instead of what actually happened in the new seasons. I have read fanfiction of potential Simmons backstories since I was 11 (for reference, I'll be 20 in a few days) that are better written than actual official writing for Simmons. Simmons has referenced an abusive home life on more than one occassion (again, mostly used for jokes, but this dates back to the early seasons where everything is a joke for red team) that could easily be used as a backstory for him, but has since been ignored. Which is strange, because Grif's exact same joke comments about a tough home life in the early seasons WERE utilized to further his backstory in the new seasons. Another extremely often under-utilized fact about simmons is that he's a CYBORG he has CYBORG BODY PARTS and they are NEVER REFERENCED. NEVER UTILIZED. I HAVE MET PEOPLE THAT FORGOT HE WAS EVEN A CYBORG AND ASKED ME WHY I WAS DRAWING HIM LIKE THAT IN MY VIDEOS. Also, I don't really like throwing around the word queer-baiting, especially when it comes to fandom spaces, so this is more like... queer-teasing??? But Rooster Teeth loves playing along with their fanbase with Grif and Simmons potentially being a couple (social media posts putting them into couples posts, using them for valentines cards, having the characters use the ship name to address themselves in spin-off non-canon episodes), but then tiptoe around the idea of actually making them a couple in any of their canon media. Like it's not slowburn at this point it's been 20 years and we've gotten vague jokes about fucking in a broom closet and beating someone up for asking them to kiss. Im so tired of the will-they-wont-they i dont even want them canon anymore i just want to know if theyre actually gonna do it or not for the love of god. Tldr rvb writers love using simmons as the ""haha nerd thinks hes smart but hes actually stupid and embarrassing"" trope and keep only writing him like that despite every other character around him getting developed, and with the series in limbo he's now stuck like that. Free my boy, Rooster Teeth. Let me write him I promise I'll do a good job.

#look how they massacred them poll #look how they massacred my boy #richard simmons #simmons rvb #rvb #rvb simmons #red vs blue

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

For the ask game: 💛

TY for the ask anon (°▽°)

Personally Dramione

I know why it’s popular, the good girl/bad boy trope has been popular for a long time or the opposing sides of conflict trope but this is something I cannot get behind

As someone who values canon a lot and while I love fanfiction I mainly refer to canon when talking about actual characters. 

Some of my reasons:

• They showed absolutely 0 interest in eachother. Both hated absolutely everything about one other and not even in the enemies-to-lovers could be way. They were just plainly not interested.

• While Draco became a Death Eater because Voldemort wanted to punish his father he was still an extreme blood purist and fully believed in all of the discriminatory views. He wouldn’t want a „mudblood” 

• Draco bullied Hermione. I mean he bullied all of the golden trio but I think that Draco’s bullying towards Hermione was especially cruel when he would constantly call her a terrible slur, comment on it, wish her death and comment on her looks. 

«The smug look on Malfoy's face flickered. "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," he spat.» CoS

«"Saint Potter, the Mudbloods' friend," said Malfoy slowly. "He's another one with no proper wizard feeling, or he wouldn't go around with that jumped up Granger Mudblood. And people think he's Slytherin's heir!"» CoS

«Last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So I bet it's a matter of time before one of them's killed this time...I hope it's Granger," he said with relish.» CoS

«Malfoy went on.

"Bet you five Galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn't Granger —"» CoS

«"Want one, Granger?" said Malfoy, holding out a badge to Hermione. "I've got loads. But don't touch my hand, now. I've just washed it, you see; don't want a Mudblood sliming it up."» GoF

«"You're joking, Weasley!" said Malfoy, behind them. "You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?"» GoF

«Weasley, your shirts untucked, so I'll have another five for that. Oh yeah, I forgot, you're a Mudblood, Granger, so ten off for that."» OoTP

«"Yeah, like you'd dare do magic out of school," sneered Malfoy. "Who blacked your eye, Granger? I want to send them flowers."» HBP

• Often in order for Dramione to work people need to get Ron out of the picture and often it’s in a way of bashing the character 

• The characters only work together when a LOT of their personality traits get changed and they become too OOC for me

• Most of what I saw of this ship didn’t even fall under the good girl/bad boy trope, rather bully/victim or master/slave

• When you have to force two characters into drastic and uncomfortable situations for them to even see that there might be a possibility of something different than hatred the ship becomes a bit forced for me

• Definitely some of it came from the actors themselves in the movies. When I see blooper of Tom and Emma those really can be cute but only when the characters they play are out of the picture. 

And outside of my personal opinion and just a general one: Jegulus

One of the most illogical yet somehow popular ships. We barely get told anything about Regulus yet a lot of people made up his whole personality and decided that James would be crazy over him… ( it’s not like… he was crazy in love about someone else right? Lily? Or like he had an extremely close best friend that would make a much better choice for a ship? ) 

#anti dramione #anti jegulus #ask game #tumblr asks #hp #hp fandom #harry potter blog #hp blog #harry potter #fandom culture #fandom things

[mgarmagedon]

🫵You🫵

You made me ship Blurr x Sideswipe

(and i can't find any fics😭)

Glad to hear that i pushed you into a madness :)

But as a special treat for you my fellow anon, I wrote a very special Sideswipe x Blurr fanfiction :D

BUT first, I need to make shout out for my other BFF who helped me with correcting it: cats_and_robots_enjoyer on instagram

You are the best dude!!!! Let's give her some love guys :D

English:

Blurr sat behind the wheel, feeling unusually nervous. He couldn't believe he felt the urge to slow down, just to avoid entering that place. It was Crown city, where another team of Autobots resided. Normally, this wouldn't bother him; he believed he could handle any challenge solo. But this time was different.

He blushed with shame at the thought of the reason for all this stress: the red Autobot named Sideswipe. After their last encounter in Griffin Rock, he couldn't get him out of his mind. In his thoughts, he praised Sideswipe, seeing him as the best racing partner he'd ever had.

He only sighed, accelerating to enter the outskirts of the city.

At the same time, at the junkyard, which served as a hideout for the Autobots, Sideswipe emerged from Alchemor, dragging his younger companion, Russell, whom he had to take to school.

Russell yawned as he loaded his backpack into Sideswipe's car. He seemed rather displeased with the whole ordeal. Sideswipe felt much the same way, considering waking up at 6 in the morning as a punishment rather than a duty.

"Sideswipe... do we really have to go there...?" Russell groaned, feeling dejected.

"Unfortunately, yes," Sideswipe sighed. "Because last time when Bee found out I took you on what he called 'playing hooky' instead of an educational trip, he confiscated my hair gel! I looked like some dirty emo for a week, it was... traumatic." He shuddered slightly at the memory of the bad hairstyle.

Russell merely sighed and sat in the passenger seat, dreading his day at school with a defeated expression. Behind him, Sideswipe settled into the driver's seat after opening the gate. As the sports car headed towards the suburbs.

It took them less than 15 minutes to reach the school and its entire campus. Sideswipe got out of the car and opened the door for Russell. The boy hopped out of the car and hurried towards the building, with Sideswipe watching him go.

Meanwhile, as Sideswipe was at St. John Paul II Elementary School No. VII, Blurr was getting lost in the city. He couldn't activate either the locator or the communicator with the Rescue Bots' base, nor could he locate the nearest Cybertronians due to interference on all channels. Frustrated, he turned into a small street to check the cause of this malfunction. He pulled over on the side of the road, which only led to a large human school and its entire campus. When he stopped, he sighed and was about to check if the locator was broken or stuck.

He nearly had a heart attack when he noticed Sideswipe standing in front of the car, using a human device - a phone with earphones. He started to retreat gently and slowly, praying that the redhead wouldn't notice him.

"Rust!" he muttered under his breath, seeing the boy turning towards him.

"He...?" he turned to the car, which was reversing, taking off his headphones. He squinted due to his poor eyesight and easily recognized the car and his newly made friend - Blurr. "Blurr?" he shouted to his friend in the car.

Blurr knew he was too deep in it and couldn't escape the situation now. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the vehicle, exuding confidence.

"Dude, I can't believe you're here!" He smiled and called out to Sideswipe. "What are you even doing here? I thought they don't accept halfwits like you here!" he joked with Sideswipe as he approached.

Sideswipe laughed out loud and hugged him, then gently patted him on the back. Blurr blushed.

"Relax, I'd never even step foot in there! I get chills just thinking about human school!" He released him from his embrace. "I had to drop off my partner here - Russel, he is still going to school, and because 'if you want Russell to be your partner, you have to take him to and pick him up from school, because in my day I had to do it and I didn't complain when I had to wake up at 6 am'." He tried to mimic Bumblebee, which amused Blurr. "And what are you doing here, dude, so far from Griffin Rock? Something happened? Do I need to show off my cat moves to some Decepticons?" he began to wave his arms around, pretending to be a wild cat.

"Not yet, dude, but I promise you'll be the first I'll call when it's time to beat someone up or show who's the fastest racer in Europe!" He grabbed Sideswipe and started ruffling his hair. "It's something much more important, dude. I got a secret mission from Heatwave to check something in this area, but unfortunately, none of the detectors or anything are working! Like, why did they even give it to me if it doesn't even want to work, right?" He laughed at Sideswipe, who was trying to fix his own hair.

"Oh, that's because we have our signal tracking blocked here," he began to explain. "Ever since that stupid ship crashed in that lake, even the human internet barely works! Can you imagine? We have to communicate through human radios like some war-time retirees?! I know it's normal for Bee because he's old, but for me, it's weird! Lately, he even told me to read books and stop watching let's plays. Seriously, he's got a stick up his butt." He sighed. "Literally just problems with that geezer…” for a second he forgot what he was talking about.”What was I talking about?”

“My mission…?”

“Ah right! Getting back to more important things, maybe you'll tell me what you're looking for, and I'll help you? I know this place pretty well, so you'll find it sooner rather than later."

"Hmm... Well, I don't know, dude, I shouldn't..." he scratched his neck.

"Oh, come on, nothing will happen if I help you, dude! Last time was wonderful in action, and with my help, it'll go even faster! Oh, please, please, please! If you don't take me, Bee will force me to clean up the entire base because Grimlock can't control his own tail." He made puppy eyes.

"Alright, fine! The sooner we deal with this, the sooner we can finally get back to racing, right?" He nudged him in the arm. "I'm looking for this one crook who stole spare parts from our base."

"...And?"

"40 kilos of energon."

"What? So I have to eat energon mixed with human food because we're running low on it, and this guy just took off with 40 kilos of energon." He scoffed. "Do you have a picture of him or something?"

"Well, actually yeah” he gave him a photo of a thief. "We also found him here through an energon signal, and after he entered the city, I lost his signal."

"Hmm..." Sideswipe began to think aloud, scratching his chin.

"I mean, you know, if you can't handle it, I can look for him myself..." Blurr tried to wriggle out of the situation.

"Sha! I've got it!" Sides continued, as Blurr looked at him. "I know! Last time when humans found Steeljaw and his crew's energon stash, they took it to... the port! To sell it as some expensive... glowing stuff!"

"Well then, lead the way, compadre." He looked into his eyes, enchanted, and gave him a slight bow, letting him go ahead.

Sideswipe hopped into his car, poking his head out of the window.

"Come on, let's go!"

Blurr quickly jumped into his own car and followed Sideswipe, leaving only dust behind them.

Suddenly, his heart began to beat faster, and hundreds of thoughts raced through his head. 

He started to think about the conversation he just had with Sideswipe and how foolish he had sounded. He felt ashamed of himself and how he had conducted the conversation, questioning why he hadn't invited him for a hangout or a private race, or even something more. Nevertheless, Blurr was happy that Sides wanted to spend time with him.

The two cars sped through the city with screeching tires, heading straight for their destination. After not too long, they arrived at the entrance to the port and hid their cars in the bushes. They quickly looked around before Blurr approached the gates and examined the vehicles parked within the premises.

"That's that guy" Blurr pointed with his finger, and Sideswipe immediately looked in the direction he indicated. "The same trailer he had attached to his car in the surveillance footage! But how do we get there... we can't just break in here! I have an idea, maybe I can distract-"

"Listen to me man, I've got a plan," Sides said, pulling Blurr along until they reached a hole, which Strongarm had made by tossing Sideswipe through it.

"Whoa... you really know everything about this place," Blurr remarked.

"Literally, I've scouted this area too many times with my own wonderful face to not know it by heart," Sideswipe replied, ushering Blurr through the hole in the fence. "You wouldn't believe how often criminals operate in this port. With this many Decepticons and human crooks around, I'm surprised the military isn't stationed here," he said, sounding outraged as he slipped in behind Blurr.

There was no one there except for them in this area, so Sideswipe started treating it like a walk in the park. He slowly led Blurr through the maze of metal containers ready for export from Crown City, which was a technological giant in this part of Europe.

As they walked, Sideswipe continued to recount his adventures in this place, telling Blurr about Steeljaw, about the Alchemor, about the spirit of Optimus Prime, and Blurr couldn't believe how much was happening here.

" - And you know, recently Windblade flew in to see us! It's like winning a million shanix, literally-"

"Hey, Sideswipe," Blurr interrupted his monologue.

"Yeah, dude?"

"I know that..." Blurr chuckled nervously. "It might sound a bit strange in these circumstances, but maybe you could tell me a bit about yourself? After all, this is only our second meeting." He kept laughing nervously, following Sideswipe.

"About myself, I could talk for hours, depending on what exactly you want to know," Sideswipe replied, glancing between the metal containers upon hearing the creaks. He then pulled out his weapon from his leather jacket. At this signal, Blurr himself prepared for action.

"For example, what do you like to drink or do?" Blurr whispered, stepping ahead of Sideswipe before ducking behind a corner and noticing two guards stationed by the containers in front of a moderately sized ship.

"Hmm... Let me think, because that's actually a tough question..." Sideswipe whispered back, overtaking Blurr and sprinting ahead.

Before the crew member noticed him, he was already lying on the ground, with Sideswipe's boot on his face. Blurr then jumped onto the next one, hitting his head against the rusty metal wall of the container, immediately knocking out  the middle-aged man.

"I particularly enjoy drinking energon mixed with Mountain Dew..." he whispered, scratching his chin. "And as for what I like to do, racing, painting myself up, I enjoy messing around with others sometimes, but there's always someone yelling at me for it. Especially Strongarm!" He crossed his arms and leaned against the container as Blurr bound the men's hands and feet with foam, still listening attentively."She's a real demon underneath that pretty face, really, I don't know how I haven't 'dumped' her yet. I guess I've grown too attached to that hairy gorilla," Sideswipe remarked as he headed towards the ship upon hearing that they were about to start sailing.

"Wait, you mean you have a girlfriend?" Blurr immediately ran after Sideswipe.

Blurr and Sideswipe quickly launched into the attack, moving with grace and speed. Their movements were synchronized and harmonious, as if executing a choreography in the midst of battle. Blurr deftly dodged enemy attacks, leaping from one opponent to another, striking accurately and swiftly. Meanwhile, Sideswipe employed strength and energy, barging into enemies and delivering blows that sent them flying through the air. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, surpassing their opponents with their skill and coordination. Despite the enemies' attempts to defend themselves, Blurr and Sideswipe did not slow down. Their attacks were swift and precise, hitting the opponents' weak points accurately. The boys' unwavering determination eventually broke through the enemy's defense, incapacitating anyone who stood in their way. Despite being outnumbered, Blurr and Sideswipe defeated them all, emerging victorious from the fierce battle.

They immobilized them both and left them in front of the ship. While Sideswipe called the police to report the capture of the thieves, Blurr pulled up in his car. He loaded his stolen goods onto the trailer he took from the thieves. Then, both of them quickly drove away through the entrance that Blurr had opened earlier.

"I hope they don't have cameras here!" Blurr remarked.

"Don't worry, there's nothing here. If they had cameras, I wouldn't have to keep coming back here all the time," Sideswipe said with a sour expression.

Sides jumped out of Blurr's car and got into his own, and they drove away, hearing only police sirens behind them.

A few kilometers further, they both stopped. Sideswipe got out of the car and stretched, then hissed in pain from the sensation in his left arm. Blurr was right behind him.

"That was some action, am I right dude?" Sides chuckled. "Quick, no-strings-attached fight!"

"Are you okay, though?" Blurr asked, concerned. He could tell something was bothering Sideswipe after the fight.

"Nah, I'm fine, just need to patch myself up—" Blurr pushed Sideswipe into his car. "Ah! What the fu-"

"Relax, I'll just patch you up. You don't look your best."

"I don't look my best...? What do you mean by that? Is it really bad?" He said worried.

Blurr chuckled softly as he removed Sideswipe's upper clothing, revealing his athletic yet delicate body. He blushed at the sight of the barely visible blond hairs on the skin and the gentle cuts oozing blood.

"What's wrong? Dazzled by my Greek god-like body?" Sideswipe joked charmingly.

"W-what? No!" Blurr stammered, embarrassed, and began to cleanse his wounds.

For a moment, they found themselves in an awkward silence. Blurr focused on tending to Sideswipe's wounds, while Sideswipe glanced alternately at the sky and at Blurr's first aid kit, which had better supplies than what Fixit used to extract a from Bumblebee's intimate area.

"We should do this more often, Blurr, just you and me, no one else! Especially not Strongarm..." He sighed, smiling and closing his eyes.

"She's your girlfriend...?" he asked in desperation.

"Not exactly, for now I think we're in a ‘situation ship’, although Drift says that doesn't exist," Sideswipe replied, glancing at Blurr. "I'm doing what I can to get her interested in me, but for now, she's keeping her distance, maybe because of her issues with her parents. I wish she'd care about me, even for just a moment..."

"So you're not together?" Blurr asked, feeling a bit of hope in his spark.

"In theory, no, but I already refer to her that way, so I can say 'I told you so' in the end," Sideswipe smiled, confident that it will happen that way.

"Ah, great! Wonderful!" Blurr exclaimed happily, finishing applying the bandages. 

"I knew you'd get me, buddy. It's only our second meeting, and we're already on the same wavelength," he added, patting him on the back with delight.

"Of course, man..!" Blurr swallowed nervously. "Hey, maybe you'd like to hang out with me next week? We have a festival in Griffin Rock, and you know, it would be cool, you know."

"Oh man, are you inviting me to go clubbing? Yes, absolutely, count me in!" Sideswipe exclaimed excitedly. “Nobody ever invited me to go clubbing.”

"Looks like I'm the lucky one," he sent back, flashing his charming smile, then received a playful nudge from Sideswipe.

Upon hearing those words from the red-haired guy, Blurr felt a rush of euphoria. He couldn't believe he had actually achieved this. He couldn't believe he was here now, so close to Sideswipe, who wanted to be his closest buddy, and maybe even something more someday—at least that's what Blurr wanted to believe in this moment. Even now, he felt like he couldn't wait for the next week.

Polski:

Blurr siedział za kierownicą, poddenerwowany, co mu się nigdy nie zdarzyło. Nie sądził, że kiedykolwiek będzie mieć ochotę aby trochę zwolnić, byle by nie dojechać do tego przeklętego miejsca. Owym miejscem jest Królewiec, gdzie przebywała inna drużyną autobotów. Fakt iż poza nim rezydowały w pobliżu inne boty mu nie przeszkadzało ani trochę, bo w swoim mniemaniu dałby sobie radę z każdym wyzwaniem, które ośmieliłoby się stanąć mu na drodze, lecz nie w tym tkwił problem..

Rumienił się ze wstydu na samą myśl powodu tego całego stresu, był czerwony autobot o imieniu Sideswipe. Po ostatnim spotkaniu w Griffin Rock nie mógł go wyrzucić z umysłu. Myśl o byciu komplementowanym, podziwianym przez tego czerwono włosego przystojniaka sprawiała, że serce młodzieńca przyspieszyło swoją pracę. Natomiast idea o potencjalnym wyścigu między nimi, jako dwójce idealnych przeciwników, sprawiła że jego policzki przybrały odcień szkarłatu.

Jednak to wszystko to były tylko płonne nadzieje…Młody mężczyzna jedynie westchnął i niechętnie przyspieszył by wjechać na przedmieścia miasta.

W tym samym czasie na wysypisku, będące kryjówka dla autobotów, Sideswipe wyszedł z Alchemoru ciągnąć za sobą swego młodszego kompana- Russella, którego miał odwieźć do  szkoły.

Brązowowłosy chłopiec ziewał ospale od czasu a jego oczy były na wpół przymknięte a na wpół otwarte, jakby nadal próbował się oswoić z świadomością tego, że od ponad 30 minut jest na nogach. Nastolatek burknął niezrozumiale pod nosem wkładając plecak do auta Sideswipa, wyglądając na dość niezadowolonego z całego procederu. Podobne odczucia miał Sideswipe, który uważał, że to iż musi wstawać o 6:00 nad ranem jest dla niego karą, a nie obowiązkiem.

"Sideswipe... naprawdę musimy tam jechać...?" ziewnął załamany Russell.

"Niestety tak." Westchnął niebieskooki. "Ponieważ jak ostatnio Bee się dowiedział, że wziąłem cię na jak to nazwał 'wagary', a nie edukacyjną wycieczkę, to zabrał mi żel do włosów! Wyglądałem jak jakiś brudny emos przez tydzień! To było... traumatyczne." Złapał się za ramiona i lekko zatrząsł przez powracające wspomnienia o złej fryzurze. 

Russell jedynie westchnął i usiadł na miejscu pasażera, z fatalną wizją swojego dnia w szkole i załamanym wyrazem twarzy. Zaraz po nim usiadł Sideswipe na miejscu kierowcy, silnik zamruczał głęboko rozgrzewając ciężkie mechanizmy. W momencie gdy brama od ich kryjówki ustąpiła im z drogi, samochód sportowy wyjechał z podjazdu wzburzając za sobą tony kurzu.

Dojechanie na miejsce docelowe zajęło im niecałe 15 minut zajęło. Sides wyszedł z pojazdu, chwycił w dłoń plecach Russella, otworzył mu drzwi, a następnie podał torbę z szkolnym ekwipunkiem. Chłopak wyskoczył z auta i ruszył do budynku machając mu na pożegnanie. Mimowolnie na ustach młodego mężczyzny zagościł delikatny uśmiech i obdarował chłopca identycznym gestem.

Kiedy Sides był pod podstawówką imienia Jarosława Pawła II nr. VII, Blurr błąkał się po mieście jak jakieś dziecko we mgle. Nie był w stanie włączyć ani lokalizatora ani komunikatora z bazą Rescue Botów, nawet nie był w stanie namierzyć najbliższych cybertrończyków. Wkurzony wjechał w małą uliczkę, aby sprawdzić przyczynę usterki. Stanął na poboczu drogi która jedynie prowadziła do dużej ludzkiej szkoły i jej całego kampusu. Kiedy się zatrzymał wyłączył silnik westchnął a poirytowaniem zastanawiając się czy lokalizator się zepsuł albo zaciął.

Prawie dostał zawału gdy zauważył Sideswipa stojące przy swoim mechanicznym wierzchowcu, używającego ludzkiego urządzenia- telefonu ze słuchawkami na uszach. Zaczął się stopniowo i powoli się wycofywać, modląc się do Primusa by czerwono włosy chłopak go nie zauważył.

"W rdzę!" Klnął pod nosem widząc jak niebieskooki młodzian odwraca się w jego stronę, zaintrygowany nagłym ruchem w bocznej alejce.

"He...?" Skierował głowę stronę auta, które się wycofywało, tym samym zdejmując słuchawki. Sides przymrużył oczy, przez swój słaby wzrok, rozpoznał z łatwością to auto i jego świeżo poznanego właściciela- Blurra. "Blurr?" Krzyknął do swojego przyjaciela w aucie.

Blurr już wiedział, że tkwi w tym za głęboko i nie może już uciec z zaistniałej sytuacji, wziął głęboki wdech po czym wyszedł z pojazdu, z pełną pewnością siebie.

"Stary, nie wierzę, że tutaj jesteś!" Uśmiechnął się i odkrzyknął do niego." Co ty tutaj w ogóle robisz, myślałem, że nie przyjmują takich półgłówków jak ty tutaj!" zażartował sobie z Sidesa, podchodząc do niego.

Sideswipe głośno się zaśmiał i przytulił do niego, po czym delikatnie poklepał go po plecach. Blurr się zarumienił.

"Spokojnie, nigdy bym tam nawet nie wszedł! Dostaje dreszczy na samą myśl o ludzkiej szkole!" Puścił go ze swoich objęć. "Musiałem odwieźć tutaj mojego partnera- Russella, nadal chodzi do podstawówki, a bo 'skoro chcesz by Russell był twoim partnerem musisz go odwodzić i odbierać ze szkoły, bo za moich czasów ja musiałem to robić i nie marudziłem kiedy wstawałem o 6 rano'." Starał się parodiować Bumblebee, co rozśmieszyło Blurra. "A co ty tutaj robisz, tak daleko od Griffin Rock? Coś się stało? Czy mam pokazać moje kocie ruchy jakimś decepticonom?" zaczął wymachiwać rękoma prezentując swe odruchy dzikiego, zaprawionego w bojach kota.

"Jeszcze nie, stary, ale obiecuję Ci, że będziesz pierwszym do którego zapukam, jak będzie trzeba kogoś pobić lub pokazać kto jest najszybszym rajdowcem w Europie!" Chwycił Sideswipa w zagłębienie swego ramienia i zaczął go czochrać."To coś znacznie ważniejszego, ziomuś, dostałem tajną misję od Heatwava, by sprawdzić coś na tym terenie, ale niestety żadne wykrywacze lub inne śmierci nie działają! Jakby po co mi to w ogóle dali, skoro to non-stop odmawia mi posłuszeństwa, co nie?" Zaśmiał się do Sideswipa, który starał się naprawić rozczochraną fryzurę.

“A no tak, wracając do rzeczy ważniejszych, może powiesz mi czego szukasz. Z chęcią Ci pomogę, znam to miejsce jak własną kieszeń, więc znajdziesz to szybciej niż myślisz."

"Oh, to dlatego, że mamy tutaj zablokowane namierzanie naszych sygnałów" zaczął mu tłumaczyć. “Od kiedy ten dupny statek się rozbił w tym jeziorze, nawet ludzki internet ledwo działa! I ty to sobie wyobrażasz, że musimy się komunikować przez ludzkie radio, jak jacyś emeryci podczas wojny?! Wiem, że to normalne dla Bee, bo jest stary ale dla mnie to dziwne! Ostatnio nawet kazał mi czytać książki i przestać oglądać let's playe, no serio on ma kija w dupie." Westchnął." Dosłownie same problemy z tym grzybem…”przez sekundę Sideswipe się zawiesił i zapomniał.” O czym ja w ogóle mówiłem?"

“O mojej misji…?”

Blurr mruknął cicho pod nosem, zastanawiając się nad propozycje pobratymca.

"Hmm... No nie wiem, stary, nie powinienem..." podrapał się po karku.

"No dawaj, przecież nic się nie stanie jak ci pomogę! Ostatnim razem byłeś cudowny w akcji, a z moją pomocą pójdzie to jeszcze szybciej! Oj proszę, proszę, proszę! Jak mnie nie weźmiesz, to Bee zmusi mnie do posprzątania całej bazy, bo Grimlock nie panuje nad własnym ogonem." zrobił maślane oczy w stronę Blurra, atakując go swą słodkością niczym kot w butach.

Słysząc solidne argumenty ‘za’, Blurr poczuł, że musi się ugiąć pod naporem Sideswipa.

"Niech ci będzie! Im szybciej się tym zajmiemy tym szybciej będziemy mogli się pościgach, co nie?" Dał mu kuksa w ramię."Szukam takiego jednego przestępcy, który ukradł z naszej bazy części zamienne."

"...I?"

"40 kilo energonu."

"Co? To ja muszę jeść energon wymieszany z ludzkim jedzeniem, bo nam go nie starcza, a ten człowiek sobie po prostu zabrał 40 kilo energonu." Oburzył się.

"Masz jakieś jego zdjęcie czy coś?"

"Właściwie to tak!” podał mu jego zdjęcie z monitoringu.

”Znaleźliśmy go tutaj przez sygnał energonu, a po tym jak wjechał do miasta, straciłem jego sygnał."

"Hm..." Sideswipe zaczął głośno myśleć drapiąc się po brodzie.

"Znaczy wiesz, jak nie dasz rady sam mogę go poszukać..." Blurr próbował się wywinąć z tej sytuacji.

"Sza! Ja myślę!" Sides kontynuował, kiedy Blurr patrzył na niego. "Już wiem! Ostatnim razem jak ludzie znaleźli zapas energonu Steeljawa i jego ekipy, wzięli to do… portu! Żeby sprzedać to jako jakieś drogie... świecące coś!"

"W takim razie prowadź compadre." Spojrzał mu w oczy zauroczony i lekko się ukłonił puszczając go przodem.

Sideswipe wskoczył do swojego pojazdu I wysunął głowę za okno.

"Dawaj, chodź!"

Blurr szybko wskoczył do swojego auta, i ruszył za Sideswipem zostawiając za sobą jedynie kusz. 

Serce Blurra zaczęło szybciej bić, a setki myśli napływały mu do głowy. Zaczął myśleć o rozmowie, którą właśnie przeprowadził z Sideswipem i na jakiego głupka on wyszedł. Czuł wstyd za siebie i jak przeprowadził ową wymianę zdań, pytał się samego siebie czemu go po prostu nie zaprosił na spotkanie lub prywatny wyścig albo nawet coś więcej. Aczkolwiek Blurr był szczęśliwy, że Sides sam chciał z nim spędzać czas.

Dwa auta jechały z piskiem opon po mieście w kierunku prostym. Po niezbyt długim czasie dotarli pod wjazd do portu, ukryli auta w buszu a następnie ruszyli żwawo przed siebie. Rozejrzeli się dookoła, po czym Blurr podszedł do bramy, patrząc na obraz przed nim zza krat.

“To ten koleś” Pokazał palcem Blurr, Sideswipe natychmiast spojrzał w pokazaną mu stronę.

Nikogo tam nie było oprócz nich, przez co Sideswipe traktował to jak spacer po łące. Powoli prowadził Blurra po labiryncie zrobionych z metalowych kontenerów gotowych do eksportu z Królewca, który jest gigantem technologicznym w tej części Europy.

”Tą samą przyczepę miał przy aucie na zdjęciach z monitoringu! Tylko jakby się tam dostać… nie możemy się tak po prostu tutaj włamać! Mam pomysł, może ja cię podstadzę-”

“Posłuchaj mnie stary, ja mam plan” Sides pociągnął za sobą Blurra, aż nie napotkali dziurę, która zrobiła Strongarm rzucając w nią Sideswipa.

“Wo… ty naprawdę wszystko wiesz o tym miejscu”

“Dosłownie, szorowałem ten teren własną cudowną twarzą zbyt wiele razy, żebym go teraz nie znał…” przepuścił Blurra przez dziurę w płocie.”Nawet się nie spodziewasz jak często przestępcy coś robią w tym porcie??? Z taką ilością decepticonów i ludzkich przestępców tutaj, ja się dziwie, że wojsko tutaj nie stacjonuje.”powiedział oburzony, wślizgując się za Blurrem.

Sideswipe opowiadał mu przy tym cały czas jego przygody w tym miejscu, mówił mu o Steeljaw, o Alchemorze, o duchu Optimusa, a Blurr nie mógł uwierzyć w to ile rzeczy tutaj się dzieje.

“Tak stary?”

“-I no jakby też ostatnio do nas przyleciała Windblade! Jakby stary to jak wygrać milion shanixów, dosłownie-"

“Ej Sideswipe.”przerwał mu jego monolog.

"Wiem, że…” zaśmiał się nerwowo.” Że to może brzmieć trochę dziwnie w takich okolicznościach, ale może opowiesz mi o sobie trochę? W końcu do tej pory to nasze 2 spotkanie dopiero." Zaśmiał się nerwowo, idąc za Sideswpiem.

"O sobie to ja mogę opowiadać godzinami, zależy co konkretnie chcesz wiedzieć." Rozejrzał się między metalowymi kontenerami po usłyszeniu trzasków, po czym wyciągnął swoją broń ze skórzanej kurtki. Na ten sygnał sam Blurr się przygotował.

"Na przykład co lubisz pić lub robić?" szepnął, wyprzedzając Sideswipa, po czym schował się za rogiem i zauważył, dwójka ludzi na straży przy kontenerach, stojących przed niezbyt dużym statkiem.

“Hm… Daj mi pomyśleć, bo to trudne pytanie w sumie…” wyprzedził Blurra i pobiegł do przodu. 

Zanim członek załogi go zauważył, już leżał na ziemi , z butem Sideswipa na jego twarzy. Na następnego wskoczył Blurr, po czym uderzył jego głową o metalową ścianę rdzewiejącego kontenera, co od razu z knock outowało mężczyznę w średnim wieku.

"Najbardziej to ja lubię pić energon wymieszany z Mountain Dew..." wyszeptał, po czym podrapał się po brodzie." A robić to się ścigać, malować się, lubię czasami sobie pożartować z innymi, ale zawsze ktoś musi się na mnie za to wydrzeć. Zwłaszcza Strongarm!” skrzyżował ręce i oparł się o kontener, kiedy Blurr sklejał ręce i nogi mężczyzn pianką, mimo wszystko uważnie go słuchał.” Ona jest prawdziwym demonem pod tą piękną twarzą, naprawdę, nie wiem jak ja jej jeszcze nie ‘rzuciłem’, widocznie zbyt się przywiązałem do tego włochatego goryla." Sideswipa ruszył w stronę statku kiedy usłyszał, że powoli będą odpływać.

"Czekaj, masz na myśli, że masz dziewczynę?" natychmiast pobiegł za Sidesem.

Blurr i Sideswipe szybko ruszyli do ataku, poruszając się z gracją i szybkością. Ich ruchy były zgrane i harmonijne, jakby wykonując choreografię w środku bitwy. Blurr unikał ataków przeciwników, skacząc z jednego do drugiego, atakując celnie i szybko. Sideswipe natomiast posługiwał się siłą i energią, wdzierając się we wrogów i zadając ciosy, które wyrzucały ich w powietrze. Współpracowali ze sobą jak dobrze naoliwiona maszyna, przewyższając przeciwników swoją umiejętnością i zgraniem. Mimo że przeciwnicy próbowali się bronić, Blurr i Sideswipe nie zwalniali tempa. Ich ataki były szybkie i celne, trafiając dokładnie w słabe punkty przeciwników. Niezłomna determinacja chłopców sprawiła, że w końcu przełamali obronę wroga, obezwładniając każdego, kto stanął im na drodze. Pomimo przewagi liczebnej przeciwników, oboje pokonali ich wszystkich, pozostając na końcu jako zwycięzcy tej zaciętej walki

Oboje ich unieruchomili  i zostawili przed statkiem. Kiedy Sideswipe dzwonił, aby zawiadomić policję o złapaniu złodziei, Blurr podjechał autem. Załadował na przyczepę, którą zabrał od złodzieje swoje skradzione dobra. Po czym szybko oboje obaj odjechali, przez wejście które Blurr wcześniej otworzył.

Sides wyskoczył z auta Blurra i przesiadł się na swoje, po czym ruszyli dalej słysząc za sobą jedynie syreny policyjne.

“Mam nadzieję, że tutaj nie mają kamer!” powiedział Blurr.

“Spokojnie nic tu nie ma, jakby mieli kamery, nie musiał bym tutaj notorycznie przyjeżdżać.” powiedział Sideswipe ze skwaszoną miną.

Około kilka kilometrów dalej oboje się zatrzymali. Wtedy Sideswipe wyszedł z auta i się przeciągnął, po czym syknął przez ból który poczuł w swoim lewym ramieniu. Blurr był zaraz za nim.

"To była akcja co nie stary?" Zaśmiał się Sides "Szybką niezobowiązująca walka!"

"Nic ci nie jest stary?" Zapytał zmartwiony Blurr. Widział, że boli coś Sideswipa po walce.

"Nah nic mi nie jest, opatrzę się-" Blurr wepchnął Sideswipa do swojego auta." Czy ciebie do końca po-"

"Spokojnie, tylko cię opatrzę. Nie wyglądasz najlepiej."

"Nie wyglądam najlepiej...? Co masz przez to na myśli? Jest bardzo źle?" Zmartwił się.

Blurr jedynie zachichotał, po czym ściągnął górną część odzieży Sideswipa. Zarumienił się na widok wysportowanego acz nadal bardzo delikatnego ciała chłopaka. Miał wręcz niewidoczne blond włoski na skórze. Delikatne rozcięcia na jego ciele sączyły krwią.

"No co? Onieśmielam cię swoim ciałem greckiego boga?" Zaśmiał się szarmancko.

"C-co? Nie!" Zawstydził się i zaczął oczyszczać jego rany.

Przez chwili utknęli w niezręcznej ciszy, Blurr skupił się na opatrywaniu Sideswipa, sam chłopak rzucał wzrok raz na niebo, a raz na apteczkę Blurra, która miała lepsza zawartość niż to czego używał Fixit by wyciągnąć kolec z okolic intymnych Bumblebee.

"Musimy tak częściej robić stary, tylko ty i ja, nikogo więcej! Tym bardziej nie Strongarm..." Westchnął uśmiechając się i przymykając oczy.

"Ona jest tą twoją dziewczyną...?" zapytał w desperacji.

"Nie do końca, póki co uważam, że jesteśmy w ‘situation ship’, chociaż Drift mówi że taki coś nie istnieje." Spojrzał na Blurra." Staram się jak mogę, żeby w końcu się mną zainteresowała, ale póki co warzywa się na mnie bo tatusiowie jej nie kochali. Chciał bym, żeby chociaż przez sekundę zależało jej na mnie..."

"Czyli nie jesteście razem?" Poczuł znowu nadzieję w jego sercu.

"Teoretycznie nie, ale mimo wszystko już tak o niej mówię, żebym mógł powiedzieć 'a nie mówiłem?' na koniec."Uśmiechnął się, będąc pewny, że tak na pewno będzie.

"Ah! Świetnie! Cudownie!"powiedział ucieszony kończąc nakładać plastry.

"Wiedziałem, że mnie poprzez stary. To nasze drugie spotkanie, a już na takich samych falach nadajemy." poklepał go po plecach ucieszony.

"Oczywiście, że tak stary!" przełknął ślinę w niepewności." A może stary chciałbyś się spotkać, ze mną tak za tydzień u mnie? Mamy festyn w Griffin Rock i wiesz, fajnie by było no wiesz."

"O Boże czy ty mnie zapraszasz na clubbing? Tak, oczywiście, że tak!” stwierdził ucieszony.” Nikt mnie jeszcze w życiu nie zaprosił na clubbing”

“Czyli jestem pierwszym szczęśliwcem.” wysłał mu swój szarmancki uśmiech, po czym dostał kuksa od Sideswipa w ramię.

Na te słowa czerwonowłosego chłopaka, Blurr poczuł przypływ euforii. Nie wierzył, że naprawdę udało mu się to dokonać. Nie mógł uwierzyć w sam fakt, że jest tutaj teraz tak blisko Sideswipa, który chce być jego najbliższym kumplem, a jak nawet może kiedyś kimś więcej, w to przynajmniej chciał wierzyć Blurr w tym momencie. Nawet teraz czuł, że nie może doczekać przyszłego tygodnia.

#transformers #tf #tf rid15 human au #maccadam #au #tf rid15 #human au #human #humanformers #robots in disguise #transformers robots in disguise #blurr #sideswipe x blurr #blurr x sideswipe #fanfic #oneshot

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Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 8

A/N: We got through episode 2!!!! Whew. A lot happens in this part. I came to a realization when someone mentioned to me, “They just need to say I love you!”, and here it is: “It’s not so much they aren’t saying it. It’s how many ways can they say it indirectly.” Also, there is some lore in this that @writerlyhabits wrote in a fantastic short, and I loved it so much, I asked if I could use it.

(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes into the end of episode 2x2/10, The Passenger.)

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Space swearing.

Word count: 9,594 (*heavy breathing*)

As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.

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Xxx

Standing beside him, you studied how he used the tool to repair the ship, sparks flying everywhere. With his visor, it probably wasn’t an issue for him, but the intensity the flying embers gave off made you squint, darting your eyes away. Even that didn’t help much, as the snow and ice all around simply reflected the light back to you from all angles.

You’d wanted to help, but quickly realized you wouldn’t be much help without understanding what exactly it was you were doing.

He paused, turning to look up at you from where he was on the ground, one knee bent, the other almost lost in the snow under him. “Here. Let me show you how to do this instead.” Rising to his feet, he tossed the tool off to the side before walking down to another section of the ship a few feet away, gesturing to you with his hand to follow him.

A few paces behind him, you watched as he popped a panel off the side of the hull, exposing a mess of wires that you were sure were in disarray long before the crash landing. Sparks flew out from somewhere underneath them, smoke curling up after the embers, and it looked like flames were starting to dance somewhere below.

“Dank farrik,” Din hissed, pulling wires to the side quickly to try and find the source, only to stop when a mass of snow was smashed into the space. Pausing, he stared at his hands, now covered in slush, then to you, and you only shrugged.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

He just stared at you for a long moment before a sigh finally escaped him. “Let me go switch off this panel so it’s not live. Otherwise I’ll be packing you full of snow if you try and work on it like it is.”

You snickered as he disappeared around the ship to go inside to the panel, turning after he was gone to take in your surroundings.

Large icicles hung off the ceiling, the wind whistled from up above the cave, and the errant snowflake floated down from above when the wind was just right.

Sticking your tongue out to catch one, you froze at a voice behind you.

“What are you doing?”

Smacking your lips after catching the flake, you turned to Din. “Making the most of a bad situation.”

Shaking his head gently at you, he turned back toward the panel, tilting his head that way with a quick jerk to gesture you back over.

“Now,” he began as you stepped up alongside him in front of the panel, “here’s what needs to be done.”

He pointed to various wires, explaining what they did, what they were doing, and what they were supposed to do, going over the color coded system, the lengths and thicknesses differentiating them, and their adapters that would need replacing or bypassing.

It was a lot. But it made sense to you. It was almost like the bar back home, each wire was a different liquor, each adapter a finished drink, and you had to mix so many of this to get that as an end result.

After asking a few questions, which he answered easily and without confusing you further, you set out to work fixing the wiring.

A few minutes into it, and you were startled when he appeared beside you again. You hadn’t heard him approach, as always, and snapped your head to look up at him, tongue stuck between your lips in concentration. “Kriff, don’t do that,” you huffed, straightening your back with a groan, arching toward the panel with your hands on your back to stretch your spine.

“I noticed you were hunched over, it didn’t look comfortable, and I know you’re still sore from the landing.”

“You mean from the crashing.”

A huff left the vocoder, making you smile, and his weight shifted to one leg as he stared at you.

“Anyway, I decided to do a nice thing, and brought you this to sit on, but if you don’t want it-”

“No, no, no, I want it. Thank you.” You reached out for the crate he had brought for you to sit on. “You were right. It was a landing. A bumpy, bumpy landing.”

A snort of laughter came through the modulator, and your smile grew, watching as he set it down in front of your little workstation.

“Thank you,” you said again, your voice quiet.

He nodded once before going back to his little area a few feet to the left.

The two of you worked in silence for you don’t know how long. It was comfortable, easy, familiar.

There had been a thought swimming around in your brain since the night before, and it finally felt like the time to voice it. Taking a deep breath, you yanked on a particularly stubborn wire as you began.

“Hey, D- Mando?” You didn’t know if your other passenger was nearby or not, so you decided to be safe.

“Yeah?” He sounded like he was laughing slightly at your little fumble.

“There was something I wanted to say after you told me about…. About you, about helping people, and it just didn’t seem the right time. Would it…. Would it be okay if I said it now?” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, gathering several wires you needed to bundle together in your grip.

He stopped his work for a minute, sparks ceasing abruptly as he just stared at the ship in front of him. “Yeah,” he finally said, voice low and quiet.

Focusing on the wires as you continued, you forged on. It wasn’t anything particularly deep or anything, but talking about his past at all was new territory for you both, and you wanted to tread carefully.

“I just wanted to say, that…. Well, you said something about people offering a hand to those in need, and I said you also were one of those hands being offered….” You took a deep breath, a nervous chuckle falling unbidden past your lips. Stilling your hands, you stared at the wires, not really seeing them as you began again, taking a deep breath. “You know that’s what you are for the kid, right?” You looked over at him, finding him staring down at the tool in his hand, fiddling with it needlessly.

“You just talked about it like what I did was something extremely rare and special, and it sounded like you didn’t realize that you do it everyday.” His hands stilled on the tool, but he still kept his gaze on it.

“I just wanted you to know. You were and are that helping hand for him, Mando, you’re basically a father to him.” Din lifted his head to stare straight ahead at the ship, his grip on the tool tightening, making his leather gloves creak.

“And I see that look you talked about, that spark every time that kid looks at you.” Din slowly turned his head to look at you finally, his chest rising and falling with his deeper breaths.

“You’re not just the kindness in the world to him. You’re the world to him.” His chest quit moving briefly as you heard his breathing stutter.

You smiled a small smile, glancing down at the snow before looking back at him, feeling in your gut you were meeting his eyes through the visor. Your voice was small and kind as you finished. “I just wanted you to know that.”

Turning back to the wires, you began to wrap them together with a fastener from the little gear bag Din had brought you when he switched the panel off. Reaching for a second one, you caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye, and smiled to yourself, trying to tuck it into your scarf to keep it hidden.

He still stared at you, hands opening and closing around the tool in his hands before he glanced down at it for a moment, then returned to his repairs.

The Mandalorian was often silent, but he was not often rendered speechless.

Xxx

“If I only had my amazing flame thrower vambraces, I could take care of this….” You muttered under your breath as you tried to strip a particularly stubborn wire.

You could feel the slow turn of Din’s visor as it made its way onto you, leveling a heavy gaze on the side of your face as you stared at the wires in your hands.

Glancing his way briefly, you quickly turned back to the task at hand with a shrug. “What? It’s true. I could fuse these right here,” you pointed for emphasis, “and they would quit being a problem.”

“You would melt the whole panel,” Din said almost emotionlessly, the faintest tint of disbelief laced in his tone.

“Not if I just used the torch function before fully igniting it. It would be precise and accurate,” you singsonged, articulating the last words needlessly.

Din grunted in response, turning back to his work, quickly turning his visor back to you with a tilt of his head and a sigh before gently shaking his head and fully focusing back on the panel in front of him. “No.”

You let out a huff, glaring at the wires as they seemed to be almost more chaotic now that you had cleaned some of them up, if that were possible.

“If that droid is a killer, why is it on your ship? Especially since you hate droids.”

He quit working with a sigh, sparks flying off into the snow before stopping altogether. “What?”

You dropped the wires in your hands, stretching your fingers as far as they would go. Rubbing your palms together to try and get some blood flow back, you continued. “The droid the Frog Lady used to translate. You said it’s a killer. Why is it even in your ship, in pieces no less. I mean, you hate droids, so the in pieces part I get, but….”

“He went after the kid.” You snapped your mouth shut. That wasn’t what you were expecting. “It was on the ship when it happened, and, I don’t know…. I just, never unloaded it after that. Stuff got…. Complicated.”

“What, another incident?” You teased, going back to the wiring.

It was a long moment before Din spoke again. “We needed credits. There was a crew I used to run with that had a job, and…. I knew it was a bad idea, but I went anyway.”

You turned to look at him, lowering the wires in your grasp to rest against the others. You didn’t like where this was going. His body language was stiff, uncomfortable, and he wouldn’t look at you as he continued.

“It all turned sideways real fast. Turns out they were going to leave me there on the prison transport all along.”

Prison transport. That’s what the X-wing pilot had mentioned. So that’s why he was running. Wrong place, wrong time.

“They killed the only officer on board, and shoved me into a cell after I helped them free a prisoner. I got out, of course,” you couldn’t help the snort of laughter that came at the remark, “and got all three of them in the cell instead.” You smiled triumphantly at the news, turning back to look at the wires, but not doing anything.

“But the droid. It was on the ship, and so was the child.” He hung his head as if something about this memory haunted him. “When I got back, it had a blaster pointed at him, and I just…. I shot it without thinking.”

“You did the right thing.”

“I know,” he sounded distant, caught up in the memory before he looked back up at the hull of the ship. “After that I just had to get out of there, so I stuffed it behind the cargo net, and honestly forgot about it.” He looked over at you, and you paused your work to meet his gaze again. “I hadn’t had the kid long, I didn’t…. After that I didn’t leave him unattended on the ship anymore.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” you offered softly. “Wherever you go, he goes.” You nodded once, and he returned it after a moment. “Can I ask though?” He tilted his head at you in question. “Why do you hate droids?”

His head slowly straightened, his body language along with it, rigid and firm. His voice, though, was still soft when he spoke. “Another time, mesh’la.” He turned back to his work, his head dipping just slightly as he mumbled, “Another time,” and sparks began to fly again.

Your lips drew into a tight smile as you gave a single nod of agreement before turning back to your own work, the wires suddenly seeming more complicated than before. They stuck, were tangled, and required multiple patches. But in the end, they worked just like they were supposed to, transporting current to the receiving end.

And you had to have faith that someday you and Din could work that way, too. You’d patch one another up, untangle the mess, and help each other find the other side. And hopefully, once there, you could be as open as the current flowing at your fingertips.

The kid cooing somewhere close to Din made your eyes flick over that way, a smile climbing your face when you saw him trudging through the snow carrying a ration pack almost bigger than he was.

Ambling up to the Mandalorian, the child babbled something as he extended the packet as far as his arms could reach towards his caregiver.

Letting out a soft chuckle, Din reached in and took a piece. “Thanks, kid.”

You watched the kid turn and head back the way he came, your eyes going wide when you heard the hiss of Din’s helmet disengage. You just caught the beginning of the helmet tilting backwards in his hand before you darted your eyes quickly back to the tangled mess of wires in front of you.

You’d hoped you could be as open as the ones you’d fixed, but this whole thing felt a bit more like the one sparking over on the side; unexpected and dangerous.

Xxx

“Hey, can you come help me for a minute?”

Looking over to find Din poking his head around the front of the ship, you arched an eyebrow at him, glancing down to the wires in your hands. “Uh, yeah. Hang on a second.”

He came fully around the corner, standing with one leg bent easily while he waited patiently.

Finishing the last fastener on a bundle of wires, you dusted your hands off as you rose from the crate, groaning as your muscles protested. “Man, your landing packed a punch.”

Din leaned on one shoulder against the outside of the cockpit, the ice over the transparisteel creaking slightly in protest of his weight. “Anytime now.”

“Oh, you’re just so funny,” you smiled sarcastically, tilting your head in mockery at him as he did, mirroring him.

The kid came around the corner, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. He stumbled through the snow, his little robes collecting masses of the stuff as it drug through it.

“Hey, you,” you said playfully, scooping him up where you met him halfway, smiling at the squeal he let out. You tried to hide the pain from stooping down in a grimace, sealing it away for later, but he must have seen regardless.

His tiny face suddenly grew very serious, his eyes growing wider still, and one of his hands raised up to your cheek.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you lifted your gaze to Din, hoping for answers, but the Mandalorian remained silent, his posture relaxed and easy as he looked on.

Looking back to the kid, you blinked. It was all you could do as you felt a surge in the air around you, his aura ebbing and flowing like it had its own breath. Your skin began to tingle, the hair on the back of your neck stood on end, and goosebumps flushed down your body. A wave of warmth and happiness washed over you, and you realized your aches and pains were gone.

A calmness replaced it all as a stillness settled over the space. “Kid….” You whispered, your voice hoarse.

He left his tiny hand on your cheek as he grinned, eyes blinking heavily while he let out a coo.

Looking up at Din, you just stared at him for a minute. “Did you put him up to this?”

He snorted. “No. But what do you expect when you keep giving him cookies every time he does something like that?”

You looked into the kids bright eyes again, and reaching out tentatively, you didn’t want to wear him out any more than he already was, you searched and saw only pure intentions. Not that it mattered either way, but you were curious.

“That’s not why he did it,” you mumbled, reaching up to scratch the top of his head with one finger. Clearing your throat, you looked back at Din, lowering your hand to hold the child closer. “What did you need help with again?”

He jerked his head backwards indicating the other side of the ship before he pushed off of the cockpit, making his way around.

Once you caught up to him, you set the child down, watching with a smile as he meandered off probably in search of trouble.

Turning your attention back to Din, you saw he held a flashlight out to you.

“Could you hold this for me, please?”

You took it, nodding, flicking it on, and letting him aim your hand where he needed the light.

“Thanks.”

Almost immediately sparks were flying again as he began repairing this side of the hull.

Squinting at the bright embers, you looked around, noticing the area wasn’t particularly dark, at least not really enough to need a flashlight. It was still daylight up above the cave, and despite some shadows growing longer as the sun waned, he still should be able to see with relative ease.

“Is this really necessary?” You asked, jiggling the light just a bit to indicate what you meant.

He paused his work, looking up at you from where he knelt on the ground, his voice amused. “Would you be upset if I said no?”

You scoffed, turning the flashlight into his visor, making him wince back with a hiss. “That’s fair,” he ground out, shielding his eyes with his hands.

You flicked the light off, leaning back against the hull, arms crossing over your chest.

“Come on. You needed a break, and-”

“And you couldn’t just say, ‘Hey, you need to take a break’?”

He paused for a moment. “Would you have taken one if I did?”

You hesitated before looking away from him and across the cavern at nothing in particular. “No….” Your voice was barely a mumble.

“There. My point is proven. Now, if there’s nothing else,” he reached up and flicked on a light on his helmet, making your jaw drop before it snapped shut and you just rolled your eyes. “I have repairs I need to finish.”

The kid came walking around the corner of the ship, talking gibberish, and seeming to gesture the way he had come.

Din sighed, putting down his tool yet again, and flipping off the light from his helmet. Turning to the kid, he stayed kneeling, speaking dryly. “How ‘bout you come over here, give me a hand? Make yourself useful.”

“Din, really?” You muttered under your breath, casting a sidewise glare his way.

The kid lowered his arms, his voice fading off before he let out a frustrated grunt, looking between the two of you.

“Hey, kid,” Din called for him, turning his body more to face him properly.

The kid stared at him for just a second before turning and walking back the way he came, back to muttering gibberish.

“I said hey!” Din said exasperatedly, rising to his feet.

“Oh yeah, that’ll help,” you muttered, another roll of your eyes following.

“Where are you going?” Din ignored you, dropping his tool in the snow, and going after the kid with purposeful strides. “Come back here!”

You pushed off the ship with a sigh, following after the tiny wizard baby and the Mandalorian trailing him.

Making your way around the guns at the front of the ship, you saw the kid standing still a few feet away, looking off into the cavern. Din began to slow his steps, coming to a kneel on one knee beside his ward. The kid looked up at him and started again with the gibberish, and it was then you saw the footprints in the snow, leading away from the ship.

“When did she go?” Din’s voice had softened as he studied the path before looking back down at the child expectantly.

The child talked nonsense again, this time adding squeals for good measure as Din looked back to the steps with what, if you had to guess, was probably his thermal camera.

The child let out one final squeal as Din picked him up, holding him in the crook of his arm facing forward.

He began down the path a few paces before turning back to face you. “Stay with the ship.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off, his voice soft. “Please.”

You closed the distance between you, reaching up to grab his helmet on each side.

“I know, I know, ‘don’t be a hero’,” he teased, reaching up with the hand not holding the child to lightly hold onto your wrist.

Flicking your eyes back and forth as if you were looking into his eyes without the visor, you smiled softly before tilting his head down, bringing his forehead to yours. “Mesh’la-”

“Be safe,” you said softly, but emphatically, letting him know that’s what you were going to say. Letting your eyes flutter closed, you just breathed one another in, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly.

“Be safe,” you reiterated, pulling your head back to look into his visor again with an encouraging smile, before dropping your hands from his helmet.

He held onto your wrist, letting your arm slip down slightly so your hand was clutched in his. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he nodded once before he let go, taking a few steps backwards before turning and venturing deeper into the cave.

You waited until he was out of sight before turning back to the ship, staring at it absently, eyes scanning it back and forth as you processed what you had just done.

You’d meant to. You’d wanted to. You knew exactly what the forehead touch meant.

That didn’t change the fact that as you thought back on it now, a stupid grin climbed up your face and your hand came up to rub your forehead gently. Or that your stomach felt like winged things had grown and were taking flight, trying to escape through your skin and up your throat. A few let loose on a breathy chuckle, making you shake your head gently before determining to get back to work. “Right.”

Going around to the wire panel, you studied it for a moment before letting out a huff. “Let’s do this.”

Xxx

You’d gotten lost in the repairs, not sure how long you’d been buried in the panel.

A feeling niggling at the back of your mind drew your attention away, bringing your gaze up and toward the mouth of the cave Din had disappeared down however long ago. The ship was between it and you, but it was as if the ship faded away, and you could see everything clearly, almost too clearly. Tracing your way around the ship, one finger trailing along the hull of the Razor Crest as you kept your eyes on the cave, you tried to focus on the growing feeling creeping up on you.

As you made it around the guns again, the cave now actually in plain view, the feeling washed over you like a powerful wave, crashing into every sense, bombarding you at every angle. Something loomed, big, a life force, and it was angry. The sensation of hundreds of smaller life forms skittering around the floor, crawling over your feet, up your legs, and higher, until you shook your limbs in a violent shudder, making the phantom creepers drip off like water.

The faint sound of blaster fire met your ears, the cave illuminating with the bright red glow somewhere in the distance. Searching through the Force, you desperately looked for the child and Din, sighing in relief when you felt them along with the faint impression of the Frog Lady.

You didn’t think after that, you just ran. Navigating the cave wasn’t an issue, you just followed the sound of blaster fire. Turning around another curve, you saw Din running toward you, the child in his arms, container of eggs on his back, and the Frog Lady close behind.

Taking off towards them with a burst of speed, you skidded to a halt when a giant leg slammed through the ice between you and them.

Looking around it with wide eyes, you yelled to be heard over the chaos behind them. “What’s going on?”

“Go, go!” Din ran forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward, quickly pushing you ahead of him.

Looking up as you ran back toward the ship, you saw a massive shadow crawling overhead, illuminated through the ice. Looking back behind you, you saw hundreds of spiders about the size of the child in close pursuit of your little party of four. Your eyes widened as you realized what was crawling above the ice, and you slowly looked back up, trying not to stumble as you felt your pace quicken.

Reaching for your blaster, Din’s hand on yours stopped you, and you glanced up at him, brows practically knit together in confusion. “No. Just run. There isn’t time.”

The shadow overhead loomed closer, its multiple legs making its way to you with ease, and a chill ran down your spine. “Okay,” you said with a small toss of your head to the side in agreement. You weren’t going to argue with that.

You were focusing back ahead of you when an unfamiliar beeping drew your attention back to the Mandalorian behind you. He held three glowing red circles in his hand, tossing one to the left, one to the right, then turned and tossed one up toward the massive spider. The circles all attached to the ice, their lights counting down before they exploded in quick succession.

The one that exploded closest to the giant broke the ice, dropping the monster down into the caves with you. Din ran a few paces further before stopping and turning around to see if it was dead, and you paused along with him. The creature was writhing and squealing a horrible sound that made you wince, sliding closer and closer from the momentum of the fall. Satisfied that it was at least injured, Din grabbed your forearm and began to pull you along again, hurrying back towards the ship.

“Why am I not surprised?” You panted out as you ran, turning your head to look at him as he ran alongside you.

“What?” He looked at you quickly before looking forward again, the container of eggs on his back sloshing with each movement.

“You have explosives. Why am I not surprised?” He huffed at you. “I mean, they don’t fit in your vambraces like every other weapon you use, but this still shouldn’t be news to me.”

Another huff of laughter passed his modulator.

“When do I get some?”

He groaned and started running faster.

With the large spider taken care of, all the little ones of various sizes surged forward, surrounding all of you, squeaking occasionally but mostly only making sound with their legs clicking against the ice. Each step they made was another click and it turned into a sea of constant clicks all around you.

Din shot at several of them, and you watched with disgust as they erupted in green goo. After a moment he stopped, holstered his blaster, and brought his arm up, engaging his vambrace as a small flame danced along the surface of the beskar. A whirring, ticking sound began to grow as the flame thrower charged up for use.

Running ahead of him with the Frog Lady, you looked over your shoulder as what almost sounded like the roar of a creature bounced off the walls as Din began blasting them with fire, the screeching sounds rising to a new level. The orange glow danced on the ice walls in a mesmerizing way, and you almost stopped to stare, but the Frog Lady gasping beside you drew your focus back.

Din came around the corner, quickly pulling his blaster back out and lightly shoving your shoulder to get you back ahead of him again.

The Frog Lady leapt on all fours part of the way, quickly closing the distance once the ship was in sight. Din shot behind all of you, trying to keep the wave of creepy crawlers at bay. You shuddered as they erupted in green goo each time, the mere thought of the oozing liquid making you sick to your stomach. You hated spiders.

Being the first to enter, the Frog Lady quickly extended her arms through the hull for the child, and you instantly felt a new wave of kinship toward her. She didn’t have to keep helping, but she was. You’d have to thank her somehow when this was all over.

You saw the child scuttle toward the cockpit with a whine once she set him on the floor, the flap quickly obscuring them from view again.

Din slid the egg container off his shoulder, and you took it from him, passing it in to your other passenger.

“Get inside!” Din continued to shoot as you put one foot over the threshold of the ship, holding the flap back for him.

“I’m not going up there without you.”

More spiders erupted in green goo, staining the snow.

One shot webbing at Din’s blaster hand, pinning it to the side of the ship. Another one, particularly small, reared back with a screech and launched toward the ship, flying right toward your face.

Your hand began to reach for your blaster, but the creature was stopped inches from your face by Din’s free hand, and promptly crushed. Tossing it down into the snow, he freed his hand stuck to the ship while you looked at the attempted assassin, curling up and shriveling into a ball in the snow.

Din began to back up into the ship, pushing you back in the process, his blaster never stopping until he made it fully into the ship and turned toward the cockpit, once again pushing you along in front of him.

Letting off a few strategic shots, he kept them at bay while he lightly pushed you to go up the ladder first. Scrambling, you had to remember how ladders worked for a few seconds as you tried to climb as quickly as possible, Din hot on your heels.

He shot a few through the hole at the top of the ladder once you both were at the top, but they just kept piling through.

Going into the cockpit quickly, soon a wall of spiders scrambling over one another were trying to push through the doors, keeping them from shutting.

Din braced a hand on one of the doors, and shot through the gap in an attempt to get them to close, but a few lone little scurriers got through, skittering throughout the cockpit.

“This would be so much easier if I had flame throwers!”

“It’s not happening!” Din’s voice was exasperated, but you still huffed at his response, eyeing the few creepers in the cockpit.

One especially small one dropped onto the kid’s head, and the child began to whine, reaching up to try and pull it off, but his short arms just couldn’t quite reach.

Without thinking, you grabbed the knife out of your belt, and skewered the thing, the blade sticking into the wall of the cockpit.

Two more spiders began to crawl towards the child, but they quickly erupted into goo when a blaster hit them dead on. Turning, you saw the Frog Lady holding a small blaster in her hands as she let out labored breaths, her big eyes staring back at you.

Din quickly looked over his shoulder when he heard the blaster fire, taking a second to process what happened before he turned back to the door, and blasted the wall of spiders with his flamethrower.

Once the doors clunked shut, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “See? I told you.” He turned to you. “Flamethrowers make everything easy.”

He grunted in response, exchanging a glance with the Frog Lady.

Yanking your knife out of the wall, he turned his attention back to you as you flicked it to fling the dead spider off of it.

“I like my knife.” You knew it would probably just rile him up, given how he seemed to hate the blade, so his response was unexpected.

“Love it. It’s great. Real life saver. Now give it to me.” He held out his hand expectantly, waiting.

“What? No!”

“You’ll get it back, just…. Just trust me. Okay?”

Narrowing your eyebrows at him, you sighed as you pressed it into his palm. “I want that back.” You pointed an accusatory finger at his helmet.

“Didn’t I just say….” He muttered, sticking it into his own belt.

Suddenly the now familiar clicking of tiny feet sounded over the transparisteel of the cockpit, drawing all four sets of eyes up. The spiders left streaks in the frost as they crawled over the surface.

Din was quick to jump into the pilot’s seat. “Strap yourselves in. This better work.”

He began flipping switches and pressing buttons, the whirr of the engine coming to life underneath you. The Frog Lady strapped herself in, her container of eggs held tightly to her chest, while you did the same in your seat to Din’s left.

The kid crawled up into his lap, Din’s hands going around him, and you thought he was going to move him off of him, but he adjusted the kid into a better position instead, making the corner of your mouth twitch up.

“I’ve got limited visibility. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”

“Isn’t it always?” You mumble under your breath, cinching your safety belt tighter.

He pulled a lever on his right back, and the engines on either side roared to life. The vibrations caused some of the spiders to skitter off, then the slow momentum up made the rest begin to slide, but some were stubborn and hung on.

You’d made it a few feet off the ground when a massive thud sounded, and the ship jolted, dropping back down with an even louder thud.

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

The steps of something large shook the cockpit, and you hated that you already knew what that sound meant. You grimaced as the large spider you thought Din had killed in the cave came into view over the transparisteel. It roared, the display screens in front of Din going fuzzy at the sound.

Suddenly a large leg pierced the viewport, just missing the left side of Din’s seat, and making you yank your legs up toward your chest to get away. As soon as it withdrew, another crashed through onto his right side, just missing his seat again, and he curled slightly over to protect the child still in his lap.

The large creature withdrew, and began walking further ahead.

Thum. Thum. Thum. Thum.

Its footfalls on the ice reverberated in your chest, making it hard to breathe, and its shadow moving overhead made your mind spin.

It walked further to the front of the ship, leaning down to look into the viewport with large, black, soulless eyes before it reared back with a screech and opened its mouth wide. A ring of large teeth was all you saw before it tried to suction cup its mouth to the transparisteel, another mouth opening once it had, showing rows upon rows of sharp teeth. It slid to your left along the outside of the ship, and you’d never been more grateful that the Razor Crest was stubborn about giving up the ghost as the cockpit held. Its teeth scraped against the transparisteel in an ugly sound, its wet mouth squeaking as it was drug across, before it pulled away.

It looked like it was coming back for another attempt when suddenly blaster fire from your right knocked it off balance.

You’d jumped at the shots, startling as they repeated a few times, the large spider being hit over and over, and falling with a thump onto the cockpit. It’s limp body squeaked as it slid down the transparisteel, its large legs still draping over the top of the cockpit like some kind of morbid tunnel.

The blaster fire became almost constant, the muted sound of spiders exploding into goo with each hit becoming the new normal as you looked to Din for what to do.

He spun his chair to his right, getting up and putting the child in his place before drawing his blaster. You were quick to unclip your own belt, rising to your feet, and following closely behind.

The cockpit doors opened, and there wasn’t a single spider to be seen. The silence eerie compared to the wall of legs and hissing it had been not minutes ago. Where had they gone?

Din went down the ladder silently, and you followed, grimacing as he pulled back spiderwebs that now coated the inside of the ship.

Hand hovering over your blaster, you swallowed roughly. “I hate spiders.”

You almost gagged when the webs made a crackling noise as he moved them out of the way, their fibers already frozen.

“But I really hate ice spiders.”

The flashes and muted sounds of blaster fire lit up the inside of the ship from the hole in the side as Din made his way slowly forward, shooting one errant spider clicking along the wall.

He hesitated at the blanket hanging between the inside of the ship and outside, looking over his shoulder at you as he kept his body forward, blaster trained on whatever was out there. “Stay here,” he said quietly, but firmly.

“I’m coming with you.”

He sighed. “I need you to stay here. We don’t know who’s out there. All we know is they have a lot of fire power. So please,” his blaster dropped just slightly, his body angling slightly more towards you, “stay here.”

You must have looked like you were going to argue again, which, to be fair, was probably true, because in the next instant his hand not holding the blaster was around the back of your neck, tilting your head toward his, barely pressing your foreheads together.

His chest rose and fell as he let out a heavy sigh, and you nodded softly against the beskar, eyes on the floor. “Okay.”

Withdrawing from you slowly, his hand tracing down your arm as it fell away from your neck, he turned and pushed through the flap, the blaster fire brighter and a spotlight illuminating the interior of the ship before being obstructed by the blanket once again.

You leaned against the wall where the two of you had been sleeping only hours ago, right beside the hole, and listened.

Din’s footsteps in the snow headed up toward the cockpit slowly, the blaster fire dying down until it stopped altogether. Finally, a voice you recognized as Carson from over the comm started talking.

“We ran the tabs on the Razor Crest. You have an arrest warrant for the abduction of prisoner X6911.”

Your eyes wide, you peek your head around the edge of the hole, seeing through a crack as the blanket moves on a breeze. Two X-wings sit aimed at the Razor Crest several yards away, their cockpits open and pilots standing with blaster rifles in their hands. It’s too shadowy to see their faces, but you see enough before the blanket moves back, obstructing your view again.

“However,” Carson continues, “onboard security records show that you apprehended three priority culprits from the Wanted Register. Security records also show that you put your own life in harm’s way to try to protect that of Lieutenant Davan from the New Republic Correctional Corps.”

You felt a small smile climbing your face. He’d left that part out. Of course he had.

“Is this true?”

You waited for Din’s answer, a slight pause in the conversation keeping you on your toes as you looked at the blanket expectantly.

“Am I under arrest?”

Your stomach dropped. You hadn’t thought of that. They wouldn’t actually do it, would they?

“Technically, you should be,” Carson began. “But these are trying times.”

The wave of relief you felt was palpable. Your eyes fluttered shut and a breath you didn’t realize you were holding came out on a sigh.

“What say I forego the bounties on these three criminals, and you two help me fuse my hull so I can get off this frozen rock?”

Your eyes flew open at Din’s words, your eyebrow raising skeptically. “Really?” You mumbled, rolling your eyes and tossing your head back onto the wall with a gentle thump.

Apparently Carson was thinking along the same lines as you, his voice now a bit sarcastic. “What say you fix that transponder, and we don’t vaporize that antique the next time we patrol the Rim?”

You gently pushed the blanket to the side, peering out to see the officers getting back into their ships and taking off. You leaned one shoulder against the edge of the hole, keeping the blanket pressed back with the other hand as you watched them fly out through a hole on the far side of the cavern.

Din turned to you, and you couldn’t help your smirk.

“What?” He asked, hands going out to his sides slightly in question.

“Nothing,” you mused, pushing the curtain further back for him to pass through, standing up straight. “I just can’t believe your response to them not arresting you was ‘hey, help me fix my ship’.”

“They could have helped,” Din muttered as he brushed past you, making you chuckle.

Letting the blanket fall closed again, you turned to find the Frog Lady and the child on the other side of the hole. They must have just made their way down. You looked at the kid where he stood on a crate, and tilted your head as you noticed how calm he seemed, almost subdued, as he stared up at his caretaker with rapt attention.

“All right. I’m gonna repair the cockpit enough for us to limp to Trask.” Din was all business, but his voice was soft, like he was talking to a friend. He mostly directed his speech at the Frog Lady, and you smiled at how quickly their little relationship had grown. He had a reputation to keep, sure, but underneath all that armor, Din had one huge heart. Then again, escaping death together could do that to someone, too. Either way, he now regarded her with more patience than only just a few hours prior.

“There’s nothing I can do about the main hull’s integrity, so we’re gonna have to get cozy in the cockpit. It’s the only thing I can pressurize. If you need to use the privy, do it now. It’s gonna be a long ride.”

Xxx

Sparks were once again flying as Din made repairs in the cockpit. He sat in your chair as he worked, and you were in the pilot’s seat working on wiring under the console. The child was perched nearby, watching Din closely.

You reached under the edge blindly, fumbling for the wire opposite the one currently in your hand when you bumped into something. It rattled around a bit, bouncing softly off the back wall of the cockpit before stilling again. You tilted your head at the console, looking down where the sound had been as if you could see through all the buttons and switches.

You noticed in your peripherals Din had stilled his work, his visor turned your way ever so slightly, shoulders tense.

“What was that?” You asked, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

He let out a sigh as he set the tool down. “Look and see.”

Reaching a little further back, you knit your eyebrows together when your hand closed around something that felt almost like a drum. Material pulled tightly over a frame of some sort, only there was a jagged edge almost like a corner. Pulling it towards you, you gasped when you saw your painting from your apartment. Free of graffiti. “What? How? When?” You held it in front of you, looking at Din over the edge with wide eyes.

The kid came around to your side to look at the picture as Din spoke, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

“I had stored it in a space under the bunk, but I moved it up here after we land- crashed so it wouldn’t be as exposed to the elements as down there with the hole in the hull.” He gestured down toward the bunk over his shoulder with the tool.

“But it was ruined! You said you wanted to know what type of paint it was or-”

He chuckled nervously. “Yeah, that was a lie. I have no idea if that can even be done. I just wanted to get it cleaned up and I said that before anything else….”

“How?”

“Peli.”

Realization washed over your face. “That’s why she was being so dodgy when we left. She didn’t know if you had stashed it yet. And why you closed the ramp in her face, before she accidentally said something about it,” you giggled when he let out a heavy sigh.

He nodded, looking down and fiddling with something he was working on in front of him.

“I left it with her while we went to Mos Pelgo, figured with all her stuff sitting around her shop, she’d have something that could take that paint off.”

You studied the picture again, smiling. “Well, I’m glad she did. This has always been my favorite.”

“Mine, too.”

You looked at him again, tilting your head in question.

“I picked that painting because it reminds me of my home planet.”

Your breath caught in your chest, and your gaze darted back down to the painting, taking in every detail with new eyes. It has always felt like an escape, like something secret and magical, but now it also felt somehow…. Deeper. It felt like visiting somewhere you loved. Almost like coming home.

He took an almost shuddering breath. “That attack on my home planet, the one where my parents died?” You nodded. “It was the Separatists. Droids. That’s why I don’t like droids.”

Such a simple answer. So why did it make your heart break into a million pieces on the floor?

“After the explosion, the doors of the cellar opened and a B2-series super battle droid was standing there, looking down at me. It took aim, and…. Then a Mandalorian shot it down.” He looked up at you. “They held out their hand, literally, and helped me out of the cellar, flying me off to safety with their jet pack.” He shook his head gently. “I haven’t been back since.”

“Do you want to?” You asked after a moment, holding the painting close to your chest and leaning closer to him.

“I…. I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

You reached out a hand, placing it on his forearm, the cool beskar under your fingers. “Well, if you ever do, I’ll go with you.” You smiled at him as he lifted his head up just enough to look at you. “And until you do, if you ever do, you can just look at this if you ever get homesick.” You wiggled the painting with your other hand.

“That’s not home anymore,” he said simply, his head lifting up to look at you straight on.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, the air in the cockpit feeling like it had its own electricity, until the kid burst the bubble, slowly leaning over and pushing a random button on the console. Sparks flew out from underneath where your wiring was still being done, making you curse as you spun back to take care of it.

Handing the painting to Din carefully, he set it off to the side behind your chair, quickly turning to the kid and lifting him away from the buttons, pressing a few to undo whatever the little gremlin had done.

After a little while, Din had moved to the outside of the cockpit, kneeling on a ledge as he worked, the kid pressed up against the glass as he watched.

You were still working under the console, now laying on the floor with your head under the board to better see what you needed to do.

Glancing down and to your left, you could see Din through the transparisteel, sparks reflecting off his beskar as they flew every which way, and the silhouette of the child as he pressed himself as close as he could get to the viewport.

You smiled at the image. He really was the world to the kid.

“Hey, you, tiny,” you called out to him, and he turned his head just enough to let you know he heard you before looking back out the viewport. “Think you could come help me with this?”

He let out a coo, the transparisteel fogging from his breath briefly before it receded, and he didn’t move a muscle.

Letting out a sigh, you gently shook your head, smiling despite yourself as you turned back to the wires overhead. “Worth a shot.”

Xxx

Din came into the cockpit after some final repairs on the outside, sliding into his seat and beginning to flip various switches and press buttons on the console in preparation for takeoff. You couldn’t help the proud little grin that climbed your face, knowing your work on the wiring was helping all those little lights flicker on.

“Okay, repair’s all done. Let’s see if we can get this thing going once and for all.”

You double checked your safety belt before looking out the viewport with a deep breath.

He pushed a handle on the right all the way forward, and the engines on each side roared to life. Pulling back on the same lever slowly, the ship began to rise, shaking enough to make your teeth rattle as it did. The giant spider body began to slip off to the side, throwing the ship off kilter, until it fell off all the way and released the ship.

The right side of the Razor Crest hit the side of the cavern, the Frog Lady grunting at the impact. The child’s ears were trembling with the vibrations of the ship, his little body squished between Din and the console.

The left engine hit the edge of the hole the ship had fallen down, and then finally it was clear to rise without interference. Making its way higher into the atmosphere, the vibrations lessened, and the flight was smooth, aside from more whirring, grinding, and bumping than usual coming from the deck below.

Punching a few more buttons - you really needed to learn what they all did - Din let out a small sigh, his body finally relaxing for the first time since before you’d crashed.

“Wake me up if someone shoots at us. Or if that door gets sucked off its rails.” The Frog Lady croaked a response, and you swore it sounded concerned. He turned his head to the side to look at her. “I’m kidding. If that happened, we’d all be dead.” You glared at him as he turned back to face forward, settling into his chair, arms crossed over his chest. “Sweet dreams.”

The kid peeked around the front of him to look at the eggs longingly one more time, cooing while the Frog Lady wrapped her arms around the container and closed her eyes.

“Kid….” You said warningly, voice low to not disturb the others.

He turned around and looked over Din’s other side to meet your narrowed gaze. He let out a soft squak, turning back to the front just enough that you could still see him, and popped another egg into his mouth.

You sighed, shaking your head before burying your face in your palm.

Xxx

Din POV

Once he was sure the others were asleep, he sat up quietly in his seat.

Slipping your knife silently from his belt, he wiped it clean of any remaining spider goo with his cape.

Glancing your way one more time, just to make sure, he watched your even breaths for a moment, having to bite his tongue to not laugh at the way your face scrunched in a dream. The child snuggled further into your lap, soft little snores proving he was also asleep.

Turning back to the blade, he looked at it with mild disdain as he flipped it over in his hands a few times, inspecting it. It really was inferior in most ways, cheaply made, barely holding an edge, but it was yours. You loved it. For whatever reason.

And you had saved his son’s life with it. Your first kill. A noble kill, at that.

If you were a Mandalorian, you would have earned your signet. He smiled at the thought of a Mandalorian having a first kill so tame it’s really just an overgrown bug, but to you it might as well have been a mudhorn.

He took out his own knife tucked away in his boot and began to etch on the blade near the hilt.

You weren’t Mandalorian, and you probably wouldn’t ever be, it wasn’t in your nature, but you fought just as fiercely as one. And that spirit, that drive deserved recognition. Or at least that’s what he told himself as he continued to work on the symbol.

In all honesty, he knew what this meant. He kept telling himself that putting the mudhorn on the blade was simply a way of protecting you, keeping you safe. The kid had the mythosaur necklace, and you would have this blade etched with his clan symbol in case things took a turn.

You were basically a part of his clan, anyway, he reasoned. On some level, you always had been. You don’t just keep going back to see just anybody. You don’t think about going back to them when you’re away, and you especially don’t think about it as soon as you walk out of their bar after seeing them for the last few hours.

You’d always felt like a sense of yaim'la to him, of being at home.

As someone who’d blocked out all memories of home, thinking about them too painful, it was a comfort to feel that again. You’d made home somewhere safe, somewhere he could return, and now, as he glanced over his shoulder at you, somewhere he could carry with him.

Being a clan of three was something that was always understood to him, from the moment you’d stepped foot on his ship, and probably even before that, he just never put a voice to it. Whether that came from a place of fear or what he didn’t know.

Looking back down to the knife, he finished the design, dusting off the blade with his cape once more. He held it up in front of his visor, tilting it from side to side, the lights from the console reflecting in the raw shiny metal of the sigil. He tipped it backwards, the stars catching the metal through the viewport, dancing off the hard edges of the pattern and reflecting on the ceiling of the cockpit.

Tucking the blade back into his belt carefully, he stared out the transparisteel absently as something settled heavily in his gut. Pushing it away, he tucked his knife back in his boot, then leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest as he tried to sleep.

Blinking his eyes open after only a few seconds, he huffed in aggravation. He didn’t do this. He didn’t let things get to him like this.

Fidgeting in the seat, he watched the stars pass by slowly through the viewport.

He should tell you, he really should. He would. Eventually.

After he had gauged your reaction to being a part of his clan, he’d think about telling you what the symbol really meant.

It really was an oversight that the ancient Mandalorians had made a sigil on a weapon be a sign of courting. That way anyone he ever gave his sigil to would possibly fall under that category, if all they had available was a weapon, he thought with a smile. It quickly faded with his next thought.

You don’t ask just anyone to join your family.

And you definitely weren’t just someone to him.

Xxx

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Rant: Killing Kairi off is still bad

I don't often rant about this, because I don't usually bother to give my energy to something I find distasteful or bad. But Helluva Boss has hit a nerve for me that shouldn't be hit in the first place.

To offer some background and an explanation for the title, back in the days when Kingdom Hearts was released and later when Kingdom Hearts 2 was released, there existed an unfortunate trend in the fandom. If there was any sort of female character that was potentially a love interest, it was very typical for the fanfic authors to make the female character into a one-dimensional screeching harpy and kill them off in gruesome ways to ensure their intended pairing got together. The already low sympathy towards female characters by the (mostly) female fandom was amplified once that fandom discovered m/m pairings.

This was rarely done for male characters, because every male character was a potential ship with another male character.

If I were to offer explanations for this behaviour, back in those days there really wasn't much gay representation in the Western media and most of the (teenage) fandom read everything through a Western lens. Therefore, any female main character was assumed to get together with the male main character in canon. Only in fanfiction could the fan favourite couple be together, hence the violence towards the female characters.

This was decades ago, the fandom and society at large have moved on from those days. Now gay rep is not that hard to find and gay couples can get together in canon.

So why do we see an adult indie show focused on gay relationships use the very same tropes that those teenagers used years ago?

Stella from Helluva Boss is written and treated exactly like Kairi was in those ancient Kingdom Hearts fics. There is no nuance in her portrayal and she is essentially just an obstacle between Blitz and Stolas. This is significant because the story is full of flawed characters, yet we are never allowed to see the situation from Stella's point of view, only Stolas'. We don't even know if Stella and her daughter like each other.

This isn't helped by the fact that every time Stella shows up, it is always in some way related to hurting Stolas. There are no scenes involving her that just showcase her character outside her relationship with Stolas.

Now, a writer is allowed to portray an abuser only as far as their relationship with their victim goes. But Stolas is far from a perfect angel himself, forcing Blitz to sleep with him in order to keep a portal book that is integral to Blitz' job. Stolas is also seen abusing his imp servants and spending a trip to an amusement park with his daughter ignoring her and hitting on Blitz instead.

If Stolas is allowed such nuance, why isn't Stella?

Simply put, I think Stella is being treated just like Kairi in those fanfics of yore. She is an obstacle between Stolas and Blitz and so it must be made clear Stolas could never love her. But like with those fanfics, the demonization of the female character is pointless. It is clear what the intended couple is and what it is not, so the efforts to devalue the female character amount to nothing more than padding.

To offer an example of how Stella could have been handled if there was no intention of giving her nuance, let's look at how another adult show handled a similar situation. In Frasier, Niles' ex Maris is never shown nor voiced. What she says and what she looks like don't matter, only that she is cruel to Niles and he should stay away from her.

Now, one might say it is unfair to compare Helluva Boss to Frasier. I have to disagree, though, as both are comedy shows mainly focused on discussing relationships between adults. That HB includes sexuality should not deter it from taking itself as seriously.

I think like the fanfics of yore, Helluva Boss cannot shake its rebellious teenage irrelevance. Even with no censors to control the content, the show still relies too much on lewdness and gore. Things that are mostly seen in Adult Swim's 'adult' shows like Superjail. Now, Superjail was a fine show for what it wanted to be, but an emotional exploration of relationships it was not.

Stella's treatment and even her existence is a mark of this immature writing. If you want to explore relationships from the angle of adulthood and maturity, you can't just make a character pivotal to a plot into a strawman. If you want a strawman, don't bother giving it a face and voice.

The sexist nature of this type of writing is best shown when Stella's brother Andrealphus appears. In his scenes in one episode Andrealphus has much more nuance and character than Stella has had in all her appearances combined. The reason for this is, naturally, because Andrealphus is a femme male character.

Stella is only one in a long line of female characters whose existence is only to be awful so the intended couple never has any potential third wheel.

#helluva boss critical #rant #artist stuff

[kristailine]

On Jun Kazama's personality

I have an on and off recurring tekken / kazujun phase ever since I shipped them when I was 7 years old lol. Whenever this phase occurs, I have the sudden urge to read and re-read all the kazujun fanfics and consume some canon content crumbs.

Besides this, a part of me still finds it difficult to conceptualize Jun's personality that is independent from all her ties with the supernatural and her relationship with Kazuya and Jin. The lack of information on the source material itself really allows for people to interpret her in different ways, mostly by making sense out of implicative instances and subtleties that's written in canon. I noticed the differences in interpretations mostly on fanfics.

Like I have read a ton of kazujun fanfics (fanfiction dot net, ao3, heck even tumblr and some on that dead tekken dojo website that was shut down a few years ago. You name it all) and almost all of them have in some way a very unique characterization of Jun.

Some older works stick with the orthodox, depicting her as like the purest and most tranquil person to have ever graced the Earth who also possesses little to no flaws. She's also often written as innocent and naive but has a strong willpower. I believe this kind of personality of hers was brought about thanks to the Tekken Motion Picture anime wherein Jun is very persistent about freeing Kazuya from his hatred and all that.

Other works that were made in the mid 2000s until early 2010s give her a little more dimension by making her a bit more playful and adventurous. Just like what a 22 year old woman would be (now I can somehow relate to this because I finally reached that early 20s age too and all I wanna do is explore and have fun in life).

It's not such an out of character kind of characterization to Jun when she's always been depicted as someone who's pure and tranquil. In fact, I do find this an interesting layer on her personality. Like imagine living in a remote island in Japan, learning martial arts, then probably relocating to the capital to study college (??) and get a job and become a wildlife officer then to join a freaking fighting tournament and become attracted to a man who's literally got the devil inside of him. Like if that does not scream adventurous to you then better read all that again. Miss girlie lived many lives lol. So I believe Jun being adventurous is not at all that oc, and it also adds to her fearless persona as it can be seen that she can manage change and foreign situations well (which also makes more sense how she even managed to bear with Kazuya)

Moving onto the more contemporary projections of Jun's personality as what I have observed in the mid 2010s to present fanfics. There's a theme in making her much more mature, kind of like someone who is very attuned to the ways of life. But despite that, they also show more of her humane side and her flaws (kind of like the opposite of how she's written in older fic works).

Now, I think this huge shift in how she's interpreted is because of the Tekken 6 monologue wherein Kazuya talks briefly about Jun. Then we also have Jun in TTT2. Lastly, I think Tekken Bloodline also played a role in solidifying this mature Jun personality (but to be fair tho, Jun's already a mother who's been raising her 15 year old son as a single parent on that show. I guess it's just appropriate that she becomes mature).

Anyway, I'm on this talk because all the interpreted Jun personality varies a lot and kind of clashes with one another. I only ever just realized how much I know nothing about Jun when I tried writing kazujun fanfics and realized how Jun's internal monologue keeps on having tone changes as if she isn't one person. Kinda felt like my interpretation of her is influenced by all the aforementioned personalities that I have observed in fanfics, but they all kinda clash so I need to straighten this out and try to flesh her out more so I can continue writing my drafts.

However, I do find it interesting that although the fandom really isn't given that much information about Jun, it's still very entertaining to see how different people would write and play her out in fanfics.

Tekken 8 better deliver a backstory about Jun hopefully, and also some good storytelling as well. Supporters of the franchise are long overdue with quality storytelling that provides answers to the many mysteries that surround Tekken. Most especially Jun because of her disappearance.

#kazama jun #jun kazama #kazujun #kazjun #kazuya x jun

[yanderefairyangel]

Think the dumbest claim about Engage fans I’ve heard is “they do nothing but diss on 3H all day” or “There are no Engage fans just 3H haters”. Not saying I haven’t seen Engage fans who are unnecessarily hateful and hostile towards 3H, but when I look into the Engage fandom there’s far more content for and gushing about what they love about the game than complaining about 3H.

Yeah I did saw that and euh ... it left me confuse as ever ? Cause I barely hear any dissing on 3H ? Really ? And let's not like as if the fandom didn't do that in 2019 cause we all know they do this. Recall the F!Byleth's design controversy ? Or when they call Hubert, Lorenz and Raphael ugly ? Or Dima's noddle hair ? Anyway.

I do agree that if you look or search deep enough you will find Engage fans who reacts like little kids and attacks 3H because people said Engage was bad or whatever but as someone who checks the tags for Engage everyday, really... there is almost 0 of that nonsense against 3H. In fact... it's Engage that get that treatement. You have no idea how tiresome it is to click on the Engage tags and find yet another person who goes "Yeah Engage sucks, 3H rules" and me thinking "I came here for positivy, would you pleaaaase not tagg your negative opinion on the Engage tag or use a different wording so that when searching I can actually escape your negative opinion ?"and sometimes, I find, as you say that one person that will act as if the fandom was bullying them for not liking Engage and prefering 3H.... but I find 0 post about this. Really, not a single one! Take Bigkingly for example, he made a FE gameplayvs story tier list and even though he place 3H much higer then Engage on the story, he still got people arguing with him because he place Engage above average and said he though it was good.... And don't get me started on the pretty impressive amount of video making a bad review of Engage that have much more engagement then the one praising Engage, it's all the big FE tubers : Ghast, Mekkah, etc. The one who praised the game have very little expostion and will often have the SAME people in the comment section of Ghast "Engage fell off video" or Mekkah's or even that 2 hour long video whose views are currently getting much and much more important numbers.

And the most recent thing I saw was someone saying, and I quote "I legitimately believe the Engage fans are too lazy to actually take a break and read about the amazing lore 3H brought, along with the supports. They really believe Engage's lore is more interesting, and still prefer those supports than 3H's, that's just hilarious." or "It does suck tbh. Engage does have their own benefits, but 3H just getting targeted really does suck as it's a flawed, but amazing game." or "3H world building is just the books in the library" is one of my favorite little things that engage fans tell themselves".. and I find none of the post or comments or anything supposed to be speaking of that like... what ? And apparently there is a "3H hate train wagon" which is weird ? Cause the hate train wagon I noticed was for Engage, not 3H. Most of the 3H negativity I ever saw was in response to it being treated like an amazing masterpiece with no flaws to diss on Engage and while very childish.. that's not like the initiative I saw in the Engage hatred.

Honestly, I am thinking it's some side of the fandom trying to make believe it's a "both side" situation so they can diss Engage without any repercussion, never mind that "yeah but Engage fans said bad things about 3H" is just as childish as the part of the fandom that diss 3H just because they said bad things about Engage.

Frankly, I can't tell cause really, you are right Anon. Most of the Engage fandom, if not all is just us chilling out on characters, making fanart, fanfiction etc. While there is some discourse (cof, cof, Seadal, cof, cof, Alcryst, cof) it still stays rather silent and even the big controversial DLC romance concluded into : people who ship it can ship it, people who don't want to ship it won't ship it and we won't try to make an argument on whether opinion. And it's also acting as though we can't discuss Engage in a civle manner and that's... false ? Like, not long ago, someone told me why they though that Marni telling her backstory in chapter 21 was bad and offered a rewriting and I shared my thoughts, and not once did we disrespected each other. In fact, the most rabbid Engage haters are ... so dedicated that they retweet a lot of tweets supposed to be about Engage's writing good point to do nothing but... diss on it.

Keep in mind that my timeline is recomending me those only cause those people insist on quoting everything related to Engage and that tehy don't even have the decency to "untagg" or do something so that blocking or muting works in a way that doesn't end up with you viewing no content of the fandom you belong to.

I for one and many of the fans in my X circle are trying to spread positivity about this game. Heck, I even made a video just because I wanted to help it spread bigger and faster, on a plateform that is more accessible to everyone.

We are all tired of negativy, while would we add into this ? I for one don't really want to be known as the "3H hater" but as being a great contributor in positivity when it comes to Engage cause this is a game that has many great stuff. And again, this is more another way of stigmatizing Engage fan for liking the game, saying in an indirecct way "Engage's fan just PRETEND to like Engage, in reality they just hate 3H and use Engage to hate 3H cause really, who could love unironically this game if not people who simply just hate 3H because they are idiots ?" because like... I and many fans of Engage are pretty much the first one to say "comparing it with 3H is useless". So I ain't saying there isn't some case like that, but really ? That's a very minor part of the fandom that's hardly vocal.

Sorry it got a bit too long, (I really can't stop talking, can I ?)

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