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sillyromance · 4 months

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Heres a fun request. How about heatwave being stubborn and clingy to his prey?(aka the reader?)

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm really sorry that it took so long to write this - I was emotionally burn out, so it was hard to force myself doing anything... However, finally, It's finished!

Hope you enjoy!

The deal.

- Hey, let me out!

-...

- "Earth calls Heatwave!"

- Nope.

- Heatwave, it's not right! I can't sit here all day!

- I said "No"! You'll stay in there as long as it's needed. You're grounded after all!

You kicked the wall in front and frowned, crossing your arms.

Pumpkin head! He won't get away with this...

You almost fell into the fire while helping him and Kade to put it out from a building in the center of the town that morning. You was caught just in time, coughing out smoke getting into your lungs and violently eating your eyes. Though you didn’t quite understand what happened because literally at the next moment you were thrown into the pitch darkness. Something big and wet was moving quickly underneath, efficiently coating you in sticky liquid rapidly pouring into the room. That was a minute when you figured out the situation. But, before you could even think to protest, the bot's glossa bent deftly - you shrieked, sliding down like a skier via icy snow. Your legs and torso were unceremoniously dragged into tight, humid space with a powerful, demanding gulp, your arms securely held to your sides. So, the only thing that could do was to grunt in irritation as your huge robotic partner forced you down his throat, tracing a moving bulge passing through his thick neck and chest - and feeling as you were wriggling grumpily.

You arrived in the fueltank. Being released from the uncomfortably strong grip of the esophagus, you stretched your arms and legs, then curled up, allowing the organ to give you its usual snuggly "check-up". Frankly, it wasn't so bad; you relaxed, adrenaline leisurely washing away from your veins and your pulse normalizing. The walls gleamed with soft blue glow; its deep, calm hue was the best treatment for your sore eyes. Cool air flowing around Heatwave's internals healed your poisoned lungs. The living metal kneaded upon your tiny form, harmless gurgles and confident, measured sparkbeat being soothing and luring as always. You even gave yourself a chance to pass out for a half of an hour or so; this short sleep session refreshed you perfectly after the great distress you experienced.

However... As you woke up, you began to wonder. Time was passing, and so impatience was slowly growing in your chest. Of course, it was good to take a break from everything, but you had never been a lazy butt! Peace, when it lasts for too long, is demoralizing and fatal for a person, especially for as energetic one as you were. So, finally, you couldn't wait any longer. And even if you wasn’t so active – everyone could get bored sitting cooped up and thinking if they were getting out at all!

That was when you two had this short conversation.

You knew, he was just too caring even if he didn't want to admit it. Heatwave could be deadly annoying and irascible, sometimes even rude; despite all his positive characteristics all the people around were absolutely agree on the point that he had an unbearably "hot" temper.

Regardless, no one else could be as thoughtful and caring as he was to those he loved, especially to you. No doubt, dating someone like him could cause terrible headaches... But these relationships truly worth it.

And still, that time he crossed the line.

- Jerk... - You crawled away from the front wall as far as you could and sat down in the corner, hugging your knees. You saw the silhouette of his servo searching for you from the outside, but you was too exasperated to let him touch you now.

Slight swaying of your chamber stopped; he stood still.

- I can hear everything, you know? - The mech grunted; it was simple to recognize he was insulted.

- Very glad to know. Live with it. - You hissed. Temptation to hit him once more was strong, however you kept yourself from this action. There was no need in pushing the limits of his patience.

Heatwave just snorted and continued… whatever he was doing. You could only catch muffed sounds of your friends' voices laughing and chatting outside. Though, it was clear that the building would require modernization; well, Boulder and Graham would be glad to provide good help with that. The fire was gone, all people were safe and sound...

Suddenly, you recalled the moment when that damn board cracked under your feet and you almost collapsed right into the flame. You didn't even have time to get frightened back then. However, the vivid memory made your heart skip a beat. The suit wouldn't let your body to get burnt instantly... But it didn't mean you could escape easily either. What if you was alone? The wall was high enough as well as the risks that you would break an arm or a leg if you truly fell down. Toxic gases, heat, injuries and tormenting death were the real things which awaited you at that hell. So, didn't your lover do the right thing encapsulating you here? Of course, it seemed a little bit extreme. But his reaction was purely logical after all.

While such thoughts were circulating in your head, the atmosphere outside calmed down. Quite soon it became obvious you and Heatwave stayed alone. He was walking; considering the distance between the area of the accident and the location of the base, you felt even more grateful to him for not transforming into the vehicle mode - though it wouldn't do you any damage, such experience couldn't be called pleasant since you would be thrown into the walls for a hundred times...

You gave the fueltank a softer look. You did come here often, actually. This wrinkly, warm room turned into your private spot where Heatwave sometimes hid you from the rest of the world. He wasn't a fan of going out like other couples did; he must be thinking it was ruining his authority and the image of a severe, stoic bot he always tried to be. However, you two found a way to satisfy your great need in cuddles without Heatwave feeling embarrassed – and going even more red than he had already been.

... That was the reason why there were moments when you "disappeared" from the station. Although, everyone knew (or predicted) where you could be found.

It was like a piece of cake to forget about all the troubles while lying in the bed of alive squishy flesh and listening to the sounds of complicated work happening around. The mech didn't admit this, but he liked the sensation of your weight moving around his fueltank and giving him some nice internal rubs; your presence stabilized his thoughts, made him confident and calm because he was "in charge" of the situation. Losing control was Heatwave's the greatest fear. But feeling you inside him, under the layers of his thick armor, in the place no one could reach you provided him with a comforting knowledge of full responsibility. Nothing could go wrong – he wouldn't allow it.

Protection. All the autobots had sworn to protect humanity, but here was an exceptional situation. You inevitably felt that it was safe to rely on the red bot since the very first day of your partnership with Heatwave. He did everything in his powers to defend you no matter secretly or officially. As he was opening up for you and you both were carefully growing feelings for each other, one day it appeared he was constantly nervous about you could suddenly... die. It wasn't a maniacal obsession with the idea, but more likely a hyper-cautiousness. There were so many threats around people who were so small and fragile. Marota's machines reminded him of the war his brothers in arms had to fight in... It was similar to how he watched after Cody. Surely, such attitude seemed offensive to you from time to time - you weren't a child after all! But he was genuinely worried. That made him swallow you in a sec that time too.

And that shall be respected.

You crawled out of your gap and moved closer to the front wall again. Once you gently stroked it with your lap, the place shivered and tightened around you, the fueltank giving you a lovely hug.

He noticed the change.

- Heatwave...

- Hm?

- I'm sorry.

The sparkbeat above you fastened up, though the bot didn't answer. Fighting with anxiety rising deep inside - apologizing was definitely the hardest thing in the universe - you continued rapidly, still caressing slick, blue muscles holding you.

- I really am... I shouldn't have behaved like that. I know you're mad at me being such a clumsy person - I will be more careful next time. Please, don't go crazy about what happened. I promise, I can stand for myself.

The giant remained silent for some more time; his large hand slightly poked at your tiny figure, then laid firmly at his waist – you could sense its comforting pressure from the outside. Heatwave softly chuckled.

- I know. I should apologize too. You're not a baby, you know... Just, watch where you step. Deal?

- Deal.

You smiled, nuzzling into the flexible flesh wrapping you entirely like a thick blue blanket, and didn’t notice as you dozed off again, snuffing peacefully while sleeping...

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #willing pred #unwilling prey #protective vore #tfrb vore #sfw vore

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cayennesugar · 7 months

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*insert dazzling electric guitar* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Hi, have some more incorrect quote. I also just decided to type out some random stuff myself because I can and why not

Blurr: Can I bother you for a second?

Heatwave: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

Heatwave: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Quickshadow:

Quickshadow: Heatwave, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Heatwave: * Sips coffee from bowl*

Quickshadow: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Mavin: It’s not a joke.

Mavin: *sniffles*

Mavin: I’m a legit snack.

Boulder: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Heatwave: *chugs entire bottle*

Heatwave: It’s perfume.

Blurr: H-

Heatwave: Oh. My. Primus. DIDN’T HIGHTIDE LOCK YOU IN HIS SHIP AND TAKE TO THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN HOW ARE YOU HERE!?!? WHERE IS HIGHTIDE????

Blurr:

Heatwave: WHERE IS HIGHTIDE OH MY PRIMUS-

Boulder: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Heatwave: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Boulder, desperately, as Heatwave bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Heatwave: Oh! B positive.

Boulder: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Heatwave:

Quickshadow: Blurr. Why is the cat on fire (Mr. Pettypaws)

Blurr: I swear I didn’t do anything-

Quickshadow: The cat is on fire Blurr, and you’re holding a barrel of gasoline and a lighter. Where did you even get a lighter that big??-

Blurr, as Mr. Pettypaws sits unaware his thick coat Is on fire: Oh crazy story, Sideswipe came over and-

Quickshadow: ok the cat’s on fire let me save your aft before you get deported off the planet-

Salvage: finally, it’s the weekend. Hey Boulder, wanna go to Blossom Vale and do some sight-seeing?

Boulder: Sure!

Boulder: I wonder how everyone else is spending their weekend

Heatwave who somehow got access to Hightide’s cockpit and is already making the ship sink: I’m a boat, calm down, I know how to do this- I think-

*Hightide screaming and Servo barking in the background*

Quickshadow: Mavin, stop, you’re dropping fries everywhere, Mavin, please, these are expensive leather seats you better be cleaning me up later, Mavin, oh my Primus Mavin, Mavin you’re getting it everywhere Mavin I don’t want to smell like Cayenne Mavin, my seats are turning orange Mavin, why are you doing this, I apologize for nearly making you my first victim of vehicular manslaughter. MAVIN, NOT UNDER THE SEATS-

Priscilla: you look old

Mavin: shut thy lips and silence thy vocal cords parentless child

Priscilla: 🧍‍♀️

Kade: *repulsive garbage disposal wheezing*

Blades: I love my team!!!

Dani: …I love your enthusiasm, Blades…

*Quickshadow on the floor in the background sobbing over a message from Optimus and Hightide crouched next to her, laughing maniacally*

Dr. Szeto, who said earlier that she does not do favorites: I’ve only had Quickshadow for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone on this planet and then myself

Boulder: why does everyone think I’m innocent, someone tried to invade the island yesterday and I slammed their head into the ground killing them instantly…

Im sleepy, goodnight 🏃‍♀️

#Dr. Szeto #tfrb #transformers rescue bots #Maccadam #tfrb heatwave #tfrb blades #tfrb hightide #tfrb quickshadow #tfrb salvage #tfrb blurr #tfrb boulder #tfrb Kade #tfrb Dani #tfrb Servo #tfrb Optimus #tfrb Priscilla #tfrb Mavin Danger #tfrb Mr. Pettypaws

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inlocusmads · 7 days

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Post-Retirement Plans ~ Killian, Kade (Blades of Light and Shadow)

WC: 1.6k | Teen and Up Audiences

Summary: Kade has a new hobby. Killian's eager for a business venture.

A/N: Big thanks to @choicesmc for the prompts - "time's up" & "mushrooms"! Tagging @choicesaprilchallenge24

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“In the beginning of cultivating blistertongue flax mushrooms, it is important for the Keepers to take turns watering it every twenty five minutes for the roots to absorb most of it during its period of growth. Twenty five minutes is an average duration but one may take anywhere between twenty to thirty minutes. Note that blistertongue flax mushrooms are not from the family of fungi rather related to a subset of flowering plants.”

Kade closed his book - On Beginning Your Own Herbal Garden - a copy he’d gotten from the Whitetower library. He’d thought he might pick up a decent hobby for a change. The book was however, severely outdated. Kade had required equipment from the First Age to even think about growing Glad’ine; a supposed medicinal plant whose leaves could cure even the toughest of wounds. However he was happy to settle for some blistertongue flax mushrooms as he’d studied at length about their preservative properties used extensively to prevent contamination. It was instructed to be rubbed like salt around the lids of a pot to seal fermented vegetables inside or melted from their granules into liquid to coat metals - although that process was rather exhausting.

Kade decided he could go for a long-term fermentation project.

“I am not watching a plant for twenty minutes, whatever may be the reason.”

“Killian, you have the patience of a grobtar. It is the easiest thing!”

“It’s - it’s like — your hobby, Kade. Your thing.”

“So? Nowhere in the law does it say I can’t get any help.”

“Do I get anything out of it?”

“Good — food?” Kade guessed. “You could also use it for preserving mead - so— that too. Besides, you aren’t going to accomplish anything in twenty minutes.”

“I do have things to do.”

“Yes, scraps of metal to glue it together to create — a useless piece of something. Right. Yes. That hobby of yours. Or is it going to be whittling?”

Kade gave his sister an exasperated sigh and handed her a brass pitcher of water and a sandclock as carefully as he could.

“This is the least you can do for me. I almost died. Remember - twenty minutes and I promise it will be over before you come back yelling ‘Time’s up!’. Don’t pour water in excess; ensure it is all diverted to the roots. This is the distilled one, all right? Precious stuff. And ensure you monitor the sandclock.” - Kade pointed at it as the granules of sand slowly descended - gathering in a small heap in the bottom. “The moment the sandclock stops running, you turn it upside down, pour in the water. Not the other way around! Upside down and the water, all right?”

“Yes, yes - you have repeated yourself enough like a singing witch who wouldn’t stop singing - thank you very much.”

“Also no magic. Something about it disrupts the natural ecosystem.”

“Yeah yeah - okay-”

“No magic, Killian, I mean it.”

Kade had his concerns about his sister readjusting to a normal life after adventuring for far too long. Something about the hard and fast life was pulled back to a fierce stop when Killian came back home and getting used to what life was like before, was a bit of an uphill climb. She’d written herself plenty of notes - telling herself to “take it easy” (Kade was more surprised at how she’d picked up so many different ways of speech so quickly. He’d caught her writing in Dwarven in a sleep-induced spree, before switching over to Common Elvish - what they spoke in the markets in Undermount.) when in reality she was chipping her life away.

It didn’t surprise Kade all that much when he saw his sister spring up a thread of magic while watering the box of plants.

“Seriously?”

“It’s not magic, I swear.”

“Yeah, no of course. The sun’s shining, the birds are singing and that is definitely not magic.”

“It’s - not as life-draining as you think. Besides, Elves have a longer lifespan.”

“I cannot believe it took you this long to come to that conclusion.”

“Kade, I’ll live.”

“I would much prefer the plant to live, honestly.” Kade sat down on the cobblestoned floor, watching as Killian withdrew her magic to do a more honest job.

“Why can’t I use magic though? You said something about it being disruptive?”

“It’s funny that way. Right? You would expect vegetation from the Shadow Realm to coil due to Light, but this one - this species of plant is actually from the Light Realm. Light deflecting Light. Prolonged exposure to Light magic causes it to decay.” Kade recited from his findings. “It renders it completely useless. In fact, it spoils it. Almost as if the blistertongue flax mushroom turns into poison under the mere presence of Light.”

“I hope I haven’t ruined this completely.”

“Depends on the exposure. It’s so hard to find a good place to grow it. You’re — surrounded by Light magic everywhere. The priests from the Temple walk these streets, carrying the Light with them.” Kade shrugged. “This is just a test. If this batch doesn’t come out spoiled, I might be encouraged to give it a second chance.”

“Fascinating, honestly.” Killian set the pitcher down, staring at the sandclock. “It’s got a -- like a-- mage’s consciousness trapped inside it or something. Too much Light renders it useless.”

“I would say it is a lot less like a mage and lot more like - an ordinary flowering plant. Probably why people cared so much for it. You require very less tools, but a lot of time and commitment to ensure it grows properly. Kind of like - potatoes. Things we eat, probably. I find its simplicity very comforting.” he admitted, nonchalantly. “It’s - like — there seems to be so much travesty, people with big words, big spellcasting abilities and — bloodlust alike - you find a plant that is so repulsed to grow under the Light, you just feel better it shares the same sentiment as you do.”

“Are you repulsed to "grow" under the Light?”

“Yeah - it’s - it’s the worst, honestly. All just a war of words and who sheds the most blood, with important things getting caught in the crossfire; makes no sense to me. Is it all right if it doesn’t make sense?”

“I don’t get it either.” Killian shrugged. “They were wrong to call me - a hero. They just needed someone, I guess, to fill up a chair.”

“Oh absolutely.” Kade agreed. “A lousy job isn’t taken, it’s given. Made that up on the spot. Y’know I’ll use it for a story somewhere.”

“To hell with the Light.”

“You know - I am forced to agree. As much as it — uh — physically wounds me to say.”

“Come on. If we were at a pub, we’d be drinking, agreeing and complaining solidly about the state of affairs. Only difference is we’re inhaling a ton of — whatever this is—”

“It isn’t the psychadelic kind. At least that neither requires nor disregards the need for Light. Grows everywhere, which is a little interesting, right? Maybe that’s why the grobtars or the drakna or - whatever that is populating the Deadwood, has this sleepless, bloodshot energy to it.”

“What do we do with the mushrooms after?”

“They are not mushrooms or part of the fungus family--"

"Yeah, yeah right but what do you do with them?"

"Powder them, as the instructions say."

“Right.”

“Why — why is that, why are you saying it like th— no, we actually powder them.”

“Yes. Okay. Whatever gets this green thumb of a hobby of yours moving, Kade.”

“Not the psychadelic kind, for the last time. We make it into a powder and coat it around the pot or pan or whatever cutlery we’re using for preservation- and then we light it - not enough to catch fire, but - burn, like incense. Smoke, right?”

Before Killian could speak, Kade inhaled sharply.

“Don’t.”

“Sure. It’s a preservative agent.”

“Knock it off.”

“You know what this is? We might actually have — grown — psychadelics in our backyard. It’s really good business opportunity.”

“The Hero of Morella deals psychadelic substances. Good business opportunity. You’re ending up dead in a swamp in two days.” Kade searched through his copy of On Beginning Your Own Herbal Garden to see if he’d somehow accidentally missed a fact about the blistertongue flax mushrooms being psychotropic. It was a kind of placebo that messed with Kade’s mind. The more Killian repeated a fact in a variety of convincing tones, the more he was convinced he might have missed something royally vital.

“Hero of Morella and Co. It’s more honourable than ‘eternal servitude for the Light’, I’ll say that.” Killian mocked. “No - it’s - it’s - Clawthorne and Co would fit, right? Kade - hey, Kade, we have actual gold here - you know market conditions and all that.”

“What do you **know about market conditions?” he asked, still turning the pages furiously.

“Everything in uh — one convenient box of powder.”

“It says nothing about the mushrooms having any other properties. I suppose the market has to look someplace else.” Kade shut his book. “Just because you don’t have a hobby doesn’t mean you can just — take mine.”

“I’m not taking anything. You asked me to help, by the way. Also - the blistertongue? It’s a flowering plant. Right?”

“Right. Okay. What about it?”

“Pollen.” Killian answered, as matter-of-factly. “Pollen. Powder. Pollen’s powdery. Therefore-?”

“I don’t know if you are messing with me.”

“I am of course —” Killian took a deep breath, fighting the urge to break into laughter. “Not messing with you. Listen to this, pollen is powdery, right? And-”

“No. I am done. You can take your business ideas elsewhere. Go fill up a chair.”

Kade dragged his sister by the arm, knowing she might retaliate with magic - knowing she had Elven perception and could forestall attacks, knowing it through and through and yet he gathered a phenomenal strength and pushed her backwards into the street.

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A/N: This was inspired by an episode of the sitcom, The Middle where one of the main characters and his brother end up opening a barbecue sauce business only for it to flop horribly. I found it funnier to lead Killian and Kade to think they might have been growing drugs in their backyard all this time lmao. Still probably a lot better than getting meddled up in Light/Shadow politics.

I wrote this in a sleep-deprived frenzy. Please forgive any mistakes (and the premise and the plot and the everything lmao; and also I fucked up Kade's pronouns a bit so if you spot a 'her sister' somewhere.. no you didn't)

Tagging:

Perma: @stars-are-within-me @quixoticdreamer16 @thosehallowedhalls @tessa-liam @dutifullynuttywitch

Blades only: @starlight-starfury @trappedinfanfiction @noesapphic

#choices april challenge #killian clawthorne #blades kade #blades of light and shadow #w: inlocusmads

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agentsquirrelsgotrobots · 9 months

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In a transformers-to-humans au:

The rescue bots didn't have time to flinch before the relic activated.

Heatwave came back to consciousness to Dani putting stitches in the neck of a screaming and wriggling nine year old, the painkillers clearly working a little too well on the struggling boy.

"Kid! Kid, stop, you are going to drown in your own blood if you don't stop moving. Dad, help me. Kade, check on the bots."

Kade offered Heatwave- a hand? And he took it, noting his now brown skin. Brown was the wrong word for it, but all he could think of to describe it was food names, and that wouldn't go over well with the audience of this fic. Anyway, Heatwave was now Hispanic with salt and pepper hair, and Blades is an aged up version of his canon holoform. Please don't murder the author over the character descriptions. He's the color of boiled chicken and can't describe a human being to save his life.

Chase was white with black hair and blue eyes, and Boulder was also white with grayish brown hair and a big smile. There, all the information you need, now let's move back to the boy vomiting up blood all over Dani.

Surprise, the boy had, in fact, started vomiting up blood that he had previously swallowed. He had also started to claw at Charlie, who was pinning him to Blades's stretcher so the gash in his neck could be sutured and stitched shut. On Charlie's orders, Graham removed a sedative from Dani's medical bag and handed it to her. She stepped back from the stretcher, measured out a low dose, and injected it into the boy's thigh.

After a few more seconds of thrashing, the boy relaxed, and Charlie stepped away from the stretcher and helped Kade with the transformed Rescue Bots. Miraculously, the vehicle modes were separated from the new humans, and the former Bots were all unharmed but confused.

Luckily, the town was cued into the alien thing, so this fic won't be a nightmare to write.

Blades, who were the last to wake up, rushed to Dani's side. "Dani, what can we do?"

"The laceration missed all major arteries but shredded the vocal chords. As much as I hate using chemical restraints, having dad help me was making him even more distressed, and his vitals were already not great. He's stable now, and you can keep an eye on him while I fly the helicopter back to the mainland." Dani had gotten the stretcher into the helicopter while she was talking, getting into the pilot's seat.

A very tired sounding Optimus redirected Dani to a military base near the Canadian border. There, she wasn't surprised to see Ratchet's alt mode and a grumpy human that looked exactly as you would expect a humanized Ratchet to look like.

An old white man with red glasses and graying ginger hair, with a five year old white boy that was dressed as if he had stepped away from a NASCAR pit crew, minus the dirt and stains, clinging to his lab coat. Ratchet had track marks in his elbows, a leftover from his brief experiments with Syth-en. Smokescreen was shaking, a very patient June crouched next to him, trying to convince him to let Ratchet go.

Ultra Magnus had none of it, the man pulling him away with a yank on his shoulder. His military general dress uniform was impeccably clean, though Miko wiped her sticky, powder sugar-coated hands on the tail of his jacket before handing Smokescreen a jelly glazed one. Apparently, they had stopped for Dunkin Donuts.

Ultra Magnus ran a hand through his short black hair, bemoaning Smokescreen's longer cut. They could have easily passed for father and son, and now that the author thinks about it, Chase looked a lot like Magnus too...

That's besides the point, Bumblebee is nine and was puking blood ten minutes ago.

Optimus picked the former bot now identified as Bumblebee up and carried him into Unit E's military hospital, careful to make sure that Bee's head was angled in a way that he wouldn't choke if more blood came up.

The doctors confirmed Dani's theory, and besides a neck brace and some pain medication, there was nothing they could do to repair the boy's vocal chords.

Bee woke up in a hastily thrown together bedroom, Optimus waking up at the sound of Bee's strained gurgle, pink tinged drool trailing down his neck. Optimus wiped it away and sat him up, where he threw up nothing but bile. June came in with some water and rubbed Bumblebee's back while he drank in small sips. Luckily, he kept it down well enough to try some food from June's bag, which he gobbled down eagerly with his medicine.

"The Decepticons are human too." Optimus said. "I am shipping out tonight with some Marines to kill him. If I want to keep him and Smokescreen in our care, I have to go. Bee, hopefully I will see you in two weeks. If not, Fowler will help to get you and Smokescreen into good foster homes." Bumblebee reached for a hug, and Optimus wrapped him in one, pulling the hood over his cleaned and returned cat-eared yellow hoodie. Bee smiled, and June pulled out two somethings she had picked up for him when she went shopping for Smokescreen and Bee.

Bee snatched the Minecraft bee plush as if he was afraid June would take it back, burying his face in the soft plush, a goofy smile on his face.

"And, I have something else too. I was talking with some of the medical staff, and we decided that this might be the best option for the time being." June pulled out a tablet in a blue case. "Bee, this tablet has a special software package called an AAC. Through it, it has thousands of words programed into it that you can use to speak without speaking. Of course, if you want to learn and use sign language, that is completely up to you, and we can arrange that. But, for now, this might make communication easier if you are up to using it. It's also a normal cheap kids tablet, so if you decide you don't like it, I can take the software off, and you can use it like an iPad."

"Yes. Want. Will learn. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Crap. Vagina. Stomach. " Clearly, Bumblebee liked it.

"June, why the swear words and organs?" Optimus asked.

"The software isn't able to be age locked, and it's not like Bumblebee doesn't know what those words mean."

"Yeah, you're right." Optimus got up and left to get packed up to ship out to the downed Nemesis.

Spoiler alert, assassinations are a lot easier when sniper rifles are an option. The war was over in literally three gunshots. Optimus had a laugh over Predaking being turned into a Great Dane wearing a harness with foam butterfly wings. He fell asleep on Optimus's feet on the way back to base, the Burns being gifted a very big lapdog.

Fowler arranged for the purchase of a big old house on Griffin Rock for Ratchet, Optimus, and Bumblebee, who were very happy to live out their old gay couple and adopted son dreams on an island where nobody even batted an eye at them.

Chase took in Smokescreen and Strongarm, who oddly enough was fifteen, a seventeen year old Sideswipe staying with a forty year old Grimlock at the junkyard.

Ultra Magnus joined the military as a strategist, Wheeljack as a ballistics expert.

Breakdown and Knockout opened a luxury auto body shop.

Arachnid, unsurprisingly, continued being a horrifying serial killer and is still at large to this day, though she is buried behind Knockout's auto body shop after she tried to kill Breakdown yet again.

Also, Knockout did give Arcee Arachnid's skull and hands as trophies, but if anyone asks, Optimus definitely doesn't know about it and certainly doesn't have Megatron's brain in a jar in his closet.

#maccadam #transformers rescue bots #humanformers #rescue bots #tw chemical restraints

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aliquistis · 11 months

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kotor drabble

Just a little snippet that hit me while playing Kotor 2. I have basically no energy to write during the summer so it's nice when I get grabbed by inspiration.

Fandom: Knights of the Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords

Pairing: Atton/Exile (Exile is Kade Vesper)

cw: very brief and vague references to blood/violence

Words: 601

"Well." She stepped closer, standing next to where he sat in the pilot's seat. She looked out at the great wide nothing of space in front of them. It'd be a long trip to Nar Shadaa. "I'm going to bed."

She turned towards him and smiled. He pretended not to notice. Then she laid her hand gently on his shoulder and he couldn't pretend that away, so he glanced at her sidelong.

The smile. Bright as morning on Alderaan. Bright as the fires she'd left on Malachor V.

"Try to get some sleep, Rand. In a bed. Sleeping in this chair is going to mess up your back."

He didn't respond, and the hand dropped away. Some distant, stupid part of his mind wondered what he might have said to keep her there. He banished it, locked it away behind a fresh round of pazaak, tossed in a little wave of annoyance to further bury it.

She glanced at the expanse before them. "And don't stare at the stars too long. You know I've heard of spacers going nuts 'cause of that."

Atton scoffed. "Between you, the old witch, and boy wonder back there philosophizing about morality and destiny and all that other garbage, I'll consider myself lucky if it's the stars that get me."

She laughed. He busied his hands with the controls. Busied his mind with cards.

"Goodnight, Rand."

He heard her turn. He didn't look up.

"Night, Kade."

He fought it. He really did. His shoulder seemed to burn where she'd touched him. He sat and stewed for long seconds before the impulse broke him and he turned to watch her walk away. Down the hall now, robe brushing silently against the well-worn grating of the ship, just past the communications room. Almost immediately, he snapped his eyes back, rolling them like the traitors they were. He raked a hand over his face, pressure hard and palm gloved, relishing the discomfort it brought. Like a splash of cold water, it dragged him back to his senses.

"Get it together, Rand," he muttered. His eyes trailed downwards, following the movement of his fingers as they fell from his face.

How many times had he looked down at his hands and seen them busy at work? Pressing into skin or digging into flesh? Coated in blood or covered in black? How many times had he looked down and not seen them, cloaked by a stealth field mere moments before he struck a vital nerve on his next target. His next victim.

They'd always been steady. No matter the horrors he inflicted, the cruelties he'd seen, they'd always stayed steady. Begging, crying, screaming: nothing could shake him. Neither threats nor seductions would waver his resolve.

But when she smiled at him-

He clenched his fingers into a fist.

"Get it together."

He wouldn't let hope, of all things, be what broke him. Not after two wars and a body pile that could wall off the cockpit door. He lowered his hands back to the controls. Work. He needed to work. He needed to plot a course.

His eyes drifted up as his hands moved, meeting his own reflection against the backdrop of the stars beyond. A wan mirror of himself; the poor surface made his cheeks look sunken, his skin paler, the bags under his eyes deeper. A face he should recognize.

"Rand," he repeated, meeting his own eyes.

The dashboard's keypad was warm under his touch. Warm like blood that pooled between the webbing of his fingers, fragile like a pulse that fluttered in panic against his palm.

"Atton Rand."

#kotor 2 #knights of the old republic #atton rand #atton x exile #fanfic

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dorkwalf · 11 months

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When the zombies invaded griffen rock three months after the bots left for home

The burns family was spread out through out the island. Kade hade just come home from a fire and before he could take his coat off and fire gear off he heard a scream.

Cody’s scream.

He quickly rushed to his brother in the bunker by the caverns. Cody was running toward him and straight in to his arms. Kade looks up to see zombie coming. As shocked as he was he quickly grabbed his baby brother and ran to the storage unit out back. He set Cody down and grabbed two survival bags and grabbed Cody’s hand and ran for the truck. Once in and started drive kade tries and fails to contact the family but no answer leaving them driving around a zombie infested town looking for them….

#tfp #rescue bots #kade #kade burns #Cody #Cody burns #last humans AU #brothers #apocalyptic

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chayscribbles · 1 year

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space heist intro but it's a comic sans powerpoint i put together in like 15 minutes five months ago

get the pretty, more coherent intro here

text transcript below

slide 1:

THE GEMINI HEIST

a wip by chay luna

working titles include “space heist” and “be gay do crime… in space”

slide 2:

A LONG TIME AGO IN A GALAXY FAR FAR A— *micky mouse sniper gunshots*

we find ourselves in the Wild West of space, where outlaws and criminals can do whatever the hell they want while those supposedly in charge look the other way to protect their own interests

Captain Leonore “Leo” Callisto of the Siren leads a small crew doing various gigs and odd jobs for people all around the sector. yknow, smuggling shit, stealing shit, selling stolen or rare shit, etc

but after the team’s spy, Zeya (who Leo was showing favoritism to for No Particular Reason) takes off with a shitton of money after a spat with Leo, the rest of the crew, no longer trusting Leo’s judgement, decides to ditch her as well, save 2 loyal but very inexperienced members: engineer Gabriola “Gabi” Franco and the crew’s muscle Euna Li

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okay so that’s the context, now let’s get to the plot

while searching for work on Space Kijiji, Leo comes upon an offer from a rich, eccentric art collector calling themself the Curator, offering a large money reward to steal a statuette from the House of Dyonas, a powerful and wealthy family on the planet Vihelda that passes along wispy purple telekinesis powers from generation to generation

the statuette is one of the two Gemini Statuettes, which are believed to depict a pair of twins in the Dyonas family from a few generations ago, but the House Head, Andlyn Dyonas, refuses to sell, so the most logical thing to do is to pay someone to steal it, as one does

strapped for cash, Leo accepts, even tho the House of Dyonas is notoriously hard to get into (she has a few tricks up her sleeve ofc, including getting one of the Dyonas House Heirs, the runaway Illiana, to help her)

BUT as she and her tiny ragtag crew embark on this quest, they quickly learn that they’re not the only ones with their eyes on this prize, and ~someone~ on a quest to sabotage them always seems to be a step ahead 👀

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okay CHARACTER TIMEEE

[ID: a tall, dark-skinned woman with brown eyes. she has a long, dark braid with ends gradually lightened to blonde. she wears a long, deep red coat with gold accents, a white shirt, tight black pants, black fingerless gloves, and high black boots. there is a weapon with a golden hilt strapped to her leg. her expression is serious. she holds up a black blaster pistol with glowing red accents. end ID.]

CAPTAIN LEONORE “LEO” CALLISTO, the Mastermind

28 years old, she/her, from Tharrekan

is actually a Capricorn, not a Leo

picked up business and finance skills from her relatively successful business people parents

but then one day disaster struck, and Leo had to turn to a life of thieving and smuggling to get by, eventually saving up to get her own ship and crew

she’s really good at making connections and manipulating negotiating with people with her jacked up charisma stat. not so great at forming genuine relationships tho

claims to be an “honest criminal” but yeah that’s a lie, along with pretty much everything else that comes out of her mouth

gaslight gatekeep girlboss <3

is completely normal about Zeya Kade

yeah i really made a wip called “Gemini Heist” and then named my main character LEO kjdfkjs

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[ID: a short, chubby light-skinned young woman. she has short brown curls, hazel eyes, and a nervous expression. she wears a white shirt, a green bomber jacket with orange accents, brown arm guards on her forearms, black fingerless gloves, baggy dark blue pants, silver knee pads, brown boots, and a brown tool pouch around her waist. silver tools are tucked into the front pockets of her jacket. a pair of orange-tinted goggles rests on her head. end ID.]

GABRIOLA “GABI” FRANCO, the Engineer

21 years old (the baby of the crew), she/her, from Plana D’Ezza

was studying mechanomedicine (which is, as the name suggests, a mix of mechanics and medicine, specifically to work w cyborgs) in university

secretly did unauthorized repairs on cyborg parts for people who couldn’t afford it, but got caught and got in Big Trouble

anyways now she has a criminal record hanging over her head and massive student debt lmao

idealistic, arguably naive, trying to toughen up (but isn’t very good at it)

has a MASSIVE gay crush on Euna. she thinks she’s being subtle about it but like EVERYONE has noticed. (except for Euna herself, of course.)

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[ID: a tall, light-skinned, muscular, east asian-coded woman. she grins as she runs towards the viewer. her peach-coloured hair with dark roots is straight and is half loose just below her shoulders, with two buns at the top of her head. she wears a white tank top with pink straps, an orange jumpsuit tied at the waist, and black boots. a simple silver blaster is tucked into a black holster at her hip. her right arm is a cybernetic prosthesis, attached right above the elbow, and is white with pink accents. end ID.]

EUNA LI, the Brawns

24 years old, she/her, from Siung-Katsa

used to be a moderately successful competitive athlete but preferred performing to competing and impulsively joined a space circus only to find herself trapped in a shitty contract with bad working conditions

and then the Accident™ happened in which she lost her arm, and she was swindled into buying a super expensive cybernetic prosthesis bc she thought it would enhance her performance with the circus

but since it took “too long” for her to recover, the circus managers replaced her without even telling her :( so she pretty much joined the Sirens to pay off her medical bills rip

big arms to give big hugs

doesn’t have the highest intelligence stat tho but she’s trying her best!!!!!

completely oblivious to the fact that Gabi is in love with her lmao (she’s convinced Gabi is only interested in her fancy prosthesis)

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[ID: a light-skinned woman with purple curly hair. her eyes glow purple, and she is floating with her arms outstretched, holding two glowing purple wisps in her hands. her expression is serious. she wears a long, white coat, a black sparkly top with purple edging, a purple crystal pendant, black leggings, silver wristbands, and tall white boots. end ID.]

ILLIANA VIVIENNE, SECOND HEIR TO THE HOUSE OF DYONAS, the Informant

23 years old, she/her

daughter of Lord Andlyn of the House of Dyonas, House Head

has an identical twin sister, Kalenora Ismerie, First Heir to the House of Dyonas (yes all their names are like this), who is a few minutes older

Illiana has always been better than Kalen at mastering their inherited powers, which has caused ~tension~ between the sisters over who gets to be the next House Head when their father dies

so Kalen did *stuff* to secure her position and forced Illiana to go on the run and hide out in what is essentially Space Las Vegas under an alias

she gets roped into the heist to help them get into the House of Dyonas, although she is very reluctant to go back there (but is very tired of washing dishes in some dingy Space Vegas bar)

she will get her loyalties tested in more ways than one <3

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[ID: a short woman with medium-brown skin. she has straight black hair that reaches just above her shoulders, the left side shaved in an undercut. she is smirking and has a piercing over her left eyebrow, two piercings on her right ear helix, and a navel piercing. she is wearing a black crop top, a blue bomber jacket with purple and pink accents, black leggings, black boots, black fingerless gloves, and two black belts with silver buckles. she is holding two glowing plasma wands (like lightsaber daggers), one pink and one blue. end ID.]

ZEYA KADE, the Rogue

27 years old, she/her

5’1” (this is important i swear)

known as Shadowblade for being sneaky and elusive (and stabby)

so sneaky and elusive, in fact, that even i don’t know much about her

???????????????????????

that’s a lie i know a lot about her i’m just being sneaky and elusive <3

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IN CONCLUSION:

[ID: two memes. the first is a picture of Leo with the phrase "I am so normal about Zeya Kade", with the words "I am obsessed with" hidden by the first part of the sentence. the second is a picutre of Zeya with the same text, but the name has been changed to "Leo Callisto".]

that's it that's the wip

#wip gemini heist #wip intro

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spyridonya · 10 months

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Dae loses his mind over the combination of shed scales AND goat leg hair from Lann and Kadee in their bed

10/10

This is a canon I didn't know EXISTED. Kadira is meticulous with her grooming but shedding season is STILL shedding season, no matter what texture your leg hair/fur is. And Lann shedding scales. I didn't think about that. But he sheds scales around 2-4 times a year and he knows it's coming due to itching. He'll soak now that he has a safe place to soak, making the whole thing easier but the days leading up to that? Little bit of shedding everywhere. Kadira does that too towards the end of winter to get rid of her winter coat.

And Daeran loses his goddamn mind. Just. He hires extra servants to deal with it all. And swears how much he loves them up and down.

But it is the several times time during the year he does not join either Kadee or Lann during their shedding baths.

#answered ask #silversiren1101 #(i'm now suddenly getting girl with the dog vibes from Daeran.)#ot3 au: golden shell

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rescuehumans-runtotherescue · 1 year

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Graham how the frick frack you not cold

the background characters in full winter gear and you’re out here with just an additional scarf wtf

Dani Kade and Cody get a pass because they already wear coats/jackets/long sleeves but Graham c’mon dude

And you wear THREE layers in your casual wear so I would assume you wouldn’t take to cold well but now it’s SNOWING and you’re wearing JUST YOUR WORK WEAR AND A FRICKIN SCARF

#graham burns #this week on ‘cartoon logic’

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starlight-starfury · 1 year

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Side by Side

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Characters: (F!Elf!MC) Raine & Kade

Rating: General

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Length: 2k words

Summary: Raine looks back at her childhood with her brother while vowing to free him from the Realm of Shadow

Characters and lore belong to Pixelberry Studios.

@choicesficwriterscreations

A/N: Here’s something silly/sweet as a break from all the angst :))

(Image from Pinterest)

“Raine?” Kade stumbled over a tree root as he ran further into the forest. He had seen her running off towards the woods, but his sister was faster than him and he couldn’t tell where she had gone.

He heard a quiet sniffle and followed the sound until he found her curled up by the creek, pale arms wrapped around her knees.

“Go away.” She said, not lifting her head.

“It’s just me.” Kade sat by her side and she glanced up, wiping her eyes. “Were the village kids teasing you again?”

She nodded slowly. “They were making fun of my ears.”

Her brother frowned as she moved to cover them with her hands, though it didn’t do much good. “Don’t look at them.” She glared, still sniffling.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking away for a moment as he kicked his feet into the cold water. “But I like your ears, Raine. I think they’re cool, and I bet you can hear everything!”

Raine smiled a little at that, the tears beginning to dry on her pink cheeks. “I can hear you sneak downstairs in the night to slip treats from the baker’s pantry.” She said a little smugly.

“Hey!” Kade laughed and she giggled, finally moving her hands away from her ears.

She gave him a wide-eyed stare. “You should probably lay off the jam tarts for a while, by the way. He thinks he has rodents.”

“Fine,” he groaned, sending a wave of water upward as he kicked his feet again. Raine squealed as it splashed her and she turned towards him, a playful glare in her eyes. “I’m gonna get you for that!”

“It was an accident!” He gasped but she had already retaliated, soaking his vest and laughing loudly.

“Oof!” Kade shivered at the cold sensation, but he was too set on getting payback to care. The siblings continued to splash at each other until they were both thoroughly drenched and breathless with laughter before making their slow way back to the village.

For days after the incident by the creek Kade couldn’t stop thinking about how the village kids had teased Raine. He knew his sister put on a brave face and insisted she was fine but he knew that their comments had hurt her feelings.

As the only elf in Riverbend, Kade knew she sometimes felt like an outsider because she was different, but she was strong and funny and kind and he looked up to her more than anyone else in the whole world. He wanted to find a way to cheer her up somehow, so in the morning he decided to set off to the village bookstore.

The bell on the door chimed as Kade pushed his way inside. He and the bookkeeper were old friends, and he was always welcome to spend hours reading on the special leather chair tucked far in the back corner of the cozy shop.

“Ah, if it isn’t Kade.” The bookkeeper smiled down at him, the lines around his eyes crinkling upward with delight. “What can I help you with today, my young friend?”

“Actually, I’m here for my sister.” Kade propped his elbows up on the worn, timber bench draped with a deep red velvet cloth. “Do you have any books about elves?”

The bookkeeper’s warm expression faded temporarily as he stood deep in thought. “I’m afraid tomes on elven culture are hard to come by these days, they are a very private lot and prefer to keep to themselves, but I...” his eyes lit up once more as he gave Kade a mischievous grin. “I believe I have just the thing.”

He retreated to the storage cupboard and Kade perched himself on one of the wooden stools, legs dangling as he waited.

“Aha!” He heard a delighted cry and the bookkeeper emerged, his tunic thinly coated in dust. He winked as he slid a thin book across the bench, the edges were lined thinly with gold-leaf, though the intricate patterns were slightly faded and peeling. Kade took a moment to inspect its contents before a large smile spread across his face.

“She’ll love it!” He declared and reached for a thin cloth pouch of silver coins from his trouser pocket. It wasn’t much, just a few earnings he had made from playing his lute in the town square. “This is all I have. I hope it’s enough.”

The bookkeeper shook his head and handed the pouch back. “Consider this my treat. That old book’s been sitting there for years waiting for a proper owner. Just tell dear Raine to look after it well.”

“Really?” Kade beamed and the old man smiled. “Let me wrap this up for you.”

Kade tucked the wrapped book under his arm, feeling giddy with excitement as he raced off down the cobblestone streets. He couldn’t wait to gift it to Raine.

He found her skimming rocks by the river, giving one particular throw that jumped across the water’s surface five times before sinking with a splash.

“Oh, hey Kade!” She said cheerily, lilac eyes bright as she turned to face him. “Did you see that throw? I think that was my furthest ever!” She took notice of the package under his arm. “Watcha got there?”

“It’s for you!” He said, shoving it into her arms.

“Me?” She blinked. “But it isn’t holiday season yet.”

“Just open it!” Kade laughed and she shrugged, pulling away the crisp parchment paper to reveal the small book.

“Oh!” She breathed. The cover was a pale green, and she traced a finger over the golden patterns engraved in the corners, entranced by the way they gleamed under the sunlight. In other parts the sheen had dulled with age, and now contrasted against the green fabric like light and shade filtering through the leaves of a tree and onto the forest floor.

Kade laughed at her fascination. “Look inside!” He urged and she did, gasping at what she found within.

The pages were filled with beautiful, vividly coloured illustrations of elves in sweeping gowns twirling across an elegant ballroom.

She squealed with delight, hugging the book close to her chest. “They look like me!” Her blonde hair bounced over her shoulders as she jumped up and down. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She tackled him with a fierce hug and they landed on the grassy riverbank.

“Careful!” He wheezed. “The bookkeeper said to look after it.”

“I will.” She declared and placed the book gently in her lap. “I’ll treasure it forever and ever and ever.”

A couple of years passed by but still they remained the same rambunctious children. Late one afternoon they were following the trail back to town from the woods, exhausted after a long day of scavenging, when the siblings caught sight of a freshly baked pie sitting on the windowsill to one of the cottages backing onto the forest.

It was practically begging to be eaten, with its perfectly golden crust and sweet aroma that had begun to waft through the trees.

Raine grabbed her brother by the sleeve, dragging him down as she knelt behind a large bush.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Just snatch it and run!” She whispered. “No one will even notice.”

Kade shrugged and slipped alongside the cottage walls, crouching underneath the windowsill. He hoped it was an apple pie, those were his and Raine’s favourite. Reaching up a scrawny hand, he quickly grabbed the pie from the bench and was about to hurry back to the bushes when a horrible squawk sounded from behind him.

He glanced back towards his sister, who was frantically waving her arms around.

“Get back over here!” She whisper-shouted.

But it was too late.

Kade turned to see a vicious white bird charging along the grass towards him, its wings flapping wildly. Pie still in hand, he sprinted over to Raine and the two of them darted through the trees, with the goose remaining hot on their heels. Kade could feel time slow down around him as his foot caught on a tree root and he tumbled to the ground, his nose burying itself deep in the pie dish.

“Kade!” Raine turned and pulled him back to his feet, his face smeared with a strange smelling goo that was distinctly not apple.

He spat a mouthful of pie to the ground. “It’s got eels in it!”

“What?” Raine peered inside the dish and saw that he was right. Instead of warm apple sauce, beneath the crumbling pastry was a slimy-looking grey filling. “Gross! Who puts those in a pie?”

He didn’t get to answer her as they heard another vicious honk and the goose emerged from the bushes, beady eyes staring into their souls.

“Quick!” Raine grabbed a fistful of pie. “Throw it at the goose!”

“Will that work?”

“It should!”

Kade buried his hand deep in the dish and the two flung large chunks of pie at the bird until it gave a final hiss and flapped away into the undergrowth.

Still panting, they leant against a thick tree as they tried to catch their breath.

“I thought we were goners!” Kade sighed with relief, wiping the goop from his cheek.

Raine giggled. “You should’ve seen your face when the goose starting chasing after you!”

He elbowed her gently in the ribs but laughed, and they slowly made their way back to town.

A few years later, one summer night, they were lying on the riverbank staring up at the stars. The smell of woodsmoke filled the air, thick and heavy, mixing with the sweet scent of pine from the nearby forest.

“Remember Spooky?” Kade asked and Raine laughed, moving her hand to trail the familiar constellation across the sky.

“I could never forget Spooky the Silly Specter.” She said affectionately. “You created him to protect me from the ghost in my closet.”

“And he was a great protector!” Kade said. “How do you scare away one ghost? By creating a larger, sillier ghost.”

Raine rolled her eyes but laughed all the same. “I think I was too busy trying to find Spooky in the stars to care anymore.”

“Then he served his purpose well.” They grinned at each other before Kade turned his attention back to the constellations.

He pointed to the two brightest stars in the night sky. “That’s you and me, always side by side.”

“The brighter one is you.”

“Oh, because I’m so dazzling?”

“Because of your humongous head.” She teased and he laughed, before his voice quietened.

“Whatever might happen in the future, we can look to our stars and know that we’ll always be together, no matter what.”

Raine frowned. “I don’t want things to change.”

“They won’t.” Kade reassured her. “And if they do, we’ll have each other.”

“Promise?”

“I swear on the stars.”

Raine stood alone by the railings on the Sun Maiden, a fresh night wind carrying the salty ocean air into the sky. She gazed out at the sea, waves shifting beneath the stars.

Her whole life all she had wanted was an adventure, to see the world beyond Riverbend, but she had always imagined her brother would be by her side.

Instead he was trapped in the Realm of Shadow, and she didn’t even know if he was okay.

“This is all my fault,” she muttered to herself. “I was the one who got us in over our heads, and all because I thought I could be a hero.” She laughed bitterly and sighed, staring out across the water. “Look where that got us.”

She closed her eyes and pictured Kade, trapped in the Onyx Shard, his mouth wide open in a silent and echoless scream. “You always were looking out for me, Kade.” Her voice wavered. “If only I could’ve been there for you as well.”

No.

She could still get him back. She would get him back. He was the only family she had left, and gods be damned if she was going to lose him too.

Raine held the clothed Shard in hand, and it pulsed coldly beneath her grasp, humming with a dark, dangerous energy.

She lifted her gaze to the night sky, searching for the two brightest stars. Their stars. Her and Kade, always side by side. She wouldn’t rest until they were together once again.

“I’ll get you back.” Her voice filled with newfound determination. “I promise.”

#blades of light and shadow #choices bolas #choices stories you play #bolas #kade #kade of riverbend #cfwc fics of the week #choices fanfic #choices fic writers creations

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fundieshaderoom · 6 months

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Major Fundie (and Adjacent) Birthdays/Anniversaries: November 2023

Claire Langdon and Madeline Langdon Garcia turn 24

Jessa and Ben Seewald celebrate 9 years of marriage

Addison Duggar turns 4

Erin and Chad Paine celebrate 10 years of marriage

Annistan Collins turns 11

Jill Rodrigues turns 45

Esther and John Shrader celebrate 22 years of marriage

John and Abbie Duggar celebrate 5 years of marriage

Eden Keller turns 1

Jessa Seewald turns 31

Spurgeon Seewald turns 8

Jinger and Jeremy Vuolo celebrate 7 years of marriage

Kaylee and Jonathan Hill celebrate 1 year of marriage

Carl Lentz turns 45

Khloe Bates turns 4

Bella Duggar turns 4

Will Robertson Jr. turns 22

Alyssa Webster turns 29

Kade Smith turns 5

Alan and Lisa Robertson celebrate 39 years of marriage

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Jessica Robertson turns 43

Davia Waller turns 9

Jessica and Joseph Coates celebrate 2 years of marriage

Dan and Deena Dillard celebrate 7 years of marriage

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Mandrae Collins turns 40

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Dwain Swanson turns 48

Bobby and Meagan Ballinger celebrate 8 years of marriage

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Justin Duggar turns 21

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Newman Keller turns 1

Emma Langdon turns 22

Brian and Susan Waller celebrate 49 years of marriage

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Jeremy Coverett turns 44

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Kori Wissmann turns 34

David and Hannah Keller celebrate 2 years of marriage

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Jake Wilson would be turning 28

Robby Spivey turns 20

Mike Seewald turns 49

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John Webster turns 34

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Evangeline Vuolo turns 3

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Denese Stewart turns 67

Roxanne Forsyth turns 60

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Samuel Rodrigues turns 19

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Sadie and Robertson Huff celebrate 4 years of marriage

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Holland Paine turns 4

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Maryella Duggar turns 4

Sadie Rodrigues turns 10

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Karen Meggs has a birthday but idk how old she is turning

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privatehousesanatomy · 6 months

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okay so like

part of my house MD oc lore is that kadee dies for a hot second during her c-section/hysterectomy with their daughter, but sometimes i think about what would happen if i chose to kill her off completely and leave house as a single dad.

- amelia violette-jean house. he never cared about the naming process and suggested violet one time and kadee like the spelling of violette. amelia was the name she liked, and jean is a family name ( kadee's middle name is jean, so is her mother's, grandmother's, etc. )

- amelia has his bright blue eyes and brown curls. other than that, she's a spitting image of kadee.

- amelia is a stage five clinger and needs to be with him at all times. he quickly learns how to walk and carry a baby at the same time. probably, very reluctantly, invests in a baby carrier that he can wear.

- if the hospital has a daycare, he probably never puts amelia in it or constantly signs her in just to sign her out like an hour later so she can hang out in his office ( she has a playpen, bouncer chair, everything).

- her first word is obviously dada. she probably says it at work at it leads house to having an epiphany about his patient and ends up helping him solve the case.

- when amelia is a toddler, she sits in on DDXs with her own little whiteboard and markers. she just scribbles and interrupts every five minutes to show off her drawings. house is very serious about making sure everyone compliments her skills.

- amelia picks up on calling people idiots. proud dad moment right there.

- she gets her own little lab coat and hospital badge. she also helps out with clinic duty. patients love seeing a little toddler pretending to be just like her daddy.

- the nights are hard without kadee and house very much struggles with missing her, but amelia is just like her so it's a little easier to cope. a lot of the time amelia climbs out of bed just to cuddle with him on the couch.

- amelia *might* be the reason house kicks the pills for good. he knows that little girl deserves better than a drug addict for a father, especially since she doesn't have a mother to fall back on.

#gregory house #house md #hatecrimes md #fanfic #greg house #oc #hugh laurie

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inlocusmads · 2 months

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1 for Nora, 2 for Killian, 5 for the OC of your choice

#1 for Nora:

Nora has precisely one family member who is her uncle Tommy and yes, of course she tells him where she is. It's usually texts and calls whenever they're free and that's pretty much it. Nothing too unique there. If Nora goes to a place where there's no proper cell service, she just ends up emailing him.

Straying away a bit here: Nora's phone calls to literally anyone is so short lol. It's the most precise thing ever, mostly because she kind of grew up in a household where her parents would only phone each other if they were not reachable physically or have some prior need. It's why she texts and talks over the phone in the bluntest possible way because she doesn't know how to carry on a conversation over the phone. It's easier for her to do so in real life, in her uncle's bar or some other meeting point like that, but harder on call because she's just "Hello, yeah, you're well? What happened? Okay. Fine. Bye." and it's such a culture (?) shock when she realizes people do talk more than what happened during the day.

It works out anyway because Nora ends up getting used to longer conversations with Trystan over the phone because they all start out somewhere, but two hours later, they have gone through every topic and her phone battery had already plummeted to 4%.

#2 for Killian:

Have you seen Killian? She loves to do nothing. She loves chilling. Literally her thing lmao. Killian hates initiating things and she's more content in a tavern somewhere, half-asleep and half-drunk with her brother Kade wrestling some guy in a music battle. Part of the reason why she gravitated towards more 'chiller' hobbies such as alchemy and crafts because it doesn't require an insane amount of work out in the open and she could gather up resources handy and make something convenient for herself.

It's why she never wanted to be involved in the whole Ash Empress and Valax businesses in the first place. Just let her be, man, cmon, not that difficult. She's so ready to retire. She's got her brother, a couple of good friends, it's enough. Moving around goes against all her core principles.

#5 for... Nora, again, lol. I'm sorry, I just want an excuse to talk about her some more, if that's all right!

THIS IS THE BEST QUESTION EVER AAAAAH Okay okay I'll add some pictures too.

Nora has, suffice to say a lot of jackets and coats, but most of them are hand-me-downs. She doesn't really spend on clothes - not because she's hip and cool and sustainable like that (okay she is sustainable), but she's very very frugal as a person. Insanely frugal. She doesn't know how 'treating yourself" works, hasn't done that and doesn't have any materialistic aspirations because she's looking for the best deal possible. Not because she's Asian. Okay maybe it is because of that, but you get my drift. Nora does spend on clothes - not like she never does, she does, but it's a rarity and she only gets them if she knows a) the coat is priced aptly to her requirements b) she loves the coat and c) she wears it everyday and uses it and won't just wear it for a one-time affair and it is long-lasting.

Her dad's old corduroy jacket. Something like this:

Imagine a J stitched on the pocket area.

It was Jimmy's old jacket that was a wedding present to him by Alison (Nora's mom) and even after Jimmy outgrew the jacket, he still kept it for good luck. It helped him a lot on police cases (and a lucky charm for Nora during her soccer games) and of course young Nora had her eye on it and the broad shoulders to support it so of course, she took it - probably the only thing Nora took from Jimmy's stash of things after he passed on because some things are just too unbearable to use after intense grief.

And the luck did stay. Nora wears it almost on the daily. There's big pockets to keep her stuff, the material is perfect for New York's weather, it isn't flimsy - Nora provides extra special care to the jacket alone, throwing everything else in the washing machine. Even though her shoulders fit, they're a bit big on her especially on the sleeves but she doesn't mind them. A hallmark of the coat is that it comes with candy wrappers and pens in their pockets, which is why in the handful of times Trystan takes her jacket out for a spin (it fits him so perfectly), he's dismayed to fish into the pockets and get ink stains all over his hands.

2. A maroon blazer

This was Nora's first ever purchase with her first month's salary from the Agency and yes of course she wears it often. It means a lot to her too because it made her feel like a 'professional' and got Mafalda to approve too, especially after feeling like shit during her NYPD years.

She bought it because she really liked the colour and pairs it up with virtually every single shirt she owns and it works.

3. A leather jacket, something like this (but more accurate on the left than the right)

This was a purchase from when she graduated from uniforms to jackets in the NYPD (aka became a homicide detective for a brief period of a year or two ish). She got it from a clearance section and is super proud of her selection because it made her look so cool back in the day - with her cropped haircut, leather jacket, trousers and shoes. It's the piece of youth she hangs on to even though she isn't even that old.

4. Her uncle's old denim trucker jacket

This was Uncle Tommy's really really old jacket that was in good condition that he intended on giving away, except Nora was like "mine" and she ended up giving it to a tailor to have it mended more to her liking. It just has a cool set of buttons and lots of utility options and that's just enough, you know? That's just it to her.

She seldom wears it though, but when she does, she pairs it up with a baseball cap or something and it all comes together in a nice harmony.

And finally, to conclude Nora's top five jackets run through is..

#5: This track-suit/ sportswear jacket and windbreaker:

Nora used to do sports. Now she doesn't anymore, but she still wears them tracks lol. It's really helpful during rainy or windy weathers and a very useful purchase. She wears it pretty often considering it rains a lot sometimes. She has a lot of athleisure wear, but this is her favourite because she loves the colour and it's such a refreshing change from the monotones she wears a lot.

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Thank you so much for the ask Caro <33

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Trans! Cody fic

There's more than one reason why Morocco isn't welcome on Griffin Rock.

This is a little lead up to the Trans! Cody au that I am writing using one of my favorite tf fanfiction tropes - humans to transformers. It's not necessary to read to understand the fic, so if the tags are triggering for you, feel free to skip. This is just a little thing to show how many times Cody has hidden that he is AFAB from the bots and how his family helps him in that respect.

Tw deadnaming, transphobia

Nobody said anything when Cody went to the pool.

Heatwave noticed that unlike the other boys, Cody wore a t-shirt over a black sports bra? On his chest.

Nobody said a thing when Cody's uncle called him Ce instead of Cody, Cody reintroducing himself and everyone quickly moving on.

Nobody said a thing when Charlie pulled Anna aside for a chat after Frankie invited Cody to a sleepover party at her house.

Why would they ever think that there was anything to miss? Really, it was just an open secret, and honestly, the Burns often forgot that the bots didn't know. That didn't mean that they didn't respect Cody's desire to pass quietly, and they showed their allyship quietly as well.

That didn't mean that everyone was so respectful.

"Carly? Carly Burns, that's enough of that. Be a proper young lady now, that's enough!" Morocco said, pulling a panicking Cody in front of the cameras.

"Carly? My cousin? She left when I was four! My name is Cody. You got the wrong kid!" Cody twisted out of Morocco's grip and ran out of the lab with a copy of his files, smashing the camera as he went.

He was crying, God was that embarrassing. Usually, he had three big siblings and his dad to stand in the way of people like him, but he just felt exposed, vulnerable in every way, and so, so uncomfortable.

He crossed his arms over his chest. He had worn his coat today, so he just wore a comfy sports bra instead of a proper binder or binding tape. He knew it wasn't what he wore, Morocco was around before he was born, but it still ached to know that Morocco had recognized him so quickly. Uncle Woodrow had left around the same time he had changed his name, and even though he wasn't the biggest fan of Ce, he could at least tell that Woodrow was coming from a place of caution.

Being off grid meant he wasn't always clued into name changes and little life events, so he tended to default to generic nicknames until he and Kade's names came up naturally in conversation. (Kade's mom was a piece of work, and his name was changed when he was an infant and a toddler for his own protection.)

He made it to a waiting Chase and hugged Charlie tight. His father returned his hug and had Chase gun it. They made it to city hall, where Morocco was racing with the footage of Cody reacting to his deadname. Open secret or no, outing a minor is incredibly dangerous, and the fear of Cody being killed over Morocco's petty greed was a stomach turning thought in Charlie's mind.

They made it, and Barney had already arrested Morocco for child endangerment. Apparently, chasing two children with dangerous robots was illegal. Imagine that.

Charlie ceised the camera footage, more than happy to make sure it got misplaced. No one threatened his kids and got away with it.

"Chief, I wasn't aware that you once had five children in the house." Chase said back at the house. "Is there a possibility that Carly could be an issue in the future?"

"Chase, I have always had four children. Carly visited for a little while, but Cody has been through a lot today, and I would rather like to go upstairs and make sure he is doing alright. End of discussion." Charlie had to force himself to calm down. The more defensive he got, the more the bots might push, and he REALLY didn't want to hear his son's deadname today anymore than he had to.

The bots were quiet after that, and he met his youngest in the kitchen, eating a bowl of ice cream and nearly swimming in one of the hoodies he had stolen from the boxes of merchandise that was sold at fundraisers before they got the bots, and Optimus's checkbook, available to them. Now, they were just spare clothes to hand out to anyone who needed them.

Kade gave him a bowl of his own. His personal bucket of ice cream was tucked under his arm and already had a giant spoon stuck in it.

"It's that kinda night, dad. Cody's probably gonna finish his ice cream, He already took his sleep medicine and head off to bed. I will have him keep his door open just in case."

Charlie smiled as the meds hit bottom as Cody stopped scraping the bottom of the empty bowl and toddered off to bed, hearing his drop onto his bed with a thud.

#tfrb cody #transformers rescue bots #maccadam #tw misgendering #Morocco is a bitch and Charlie is corrupt in a good way #trans!Cody

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