Title: Hold Me Closer
Fandom: IDW1
Ship: Pyra Magna/Rust Dust
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: The Torchbearers have all gotten a little clingier since the change but some show it more than others.
A/N: For TF Femslash February's prompt "height difference"! I knew from the moment I saw this prompt that I was gonna write this ship. Bit fluffier than what I had in mind but I'm not mad about it. While you're here, consider donating to Care for Gaza.
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Pyra Magna eases herself into a doze, engine purring as her team settles effortlessly and without fanfare into place around her.
Well. Most of them.
The huff of Rust Dust's vents is loud even over the storm. She climbs none too carefully past the twins, ignoring Skyburst's good-natured grumbling and the swipe of Stormclash's claws, and drops heavily-- as heavily as she can-- onto Pyra's chest. She tucks her face into Pyra's neck and wraps her arms and legs around her, jostling the others.
Reaching carefully around Jumpstream and Dustup, Pyra settles a hand on her back and purrs louder.
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Did Les and Hed know either of their fathers?
Yes, they lived with both actually, and they both refer(red) to both of their fathers as "dad" (well, hed's father was daddy).
They lived with Hed's dad and their mom in a small village/town in the rock kingdom since Les was basically still a baby and till he was around 8 or 9 when their mom died (Hed then being 4 or 5). Soon after that Les ran away and took Hed with him, because Hed's dad was very abusive toward him and it only got worse when Les grew to the height and size of an adult rock troll at around 8 years old. Les had a very hard time growing up in the rock kingdom in general, he was the only mixed genre troll where they lived and no one ever treated him age-appropriate because of his size, even unintentionally. Don't even get me started on the bigotry. :(
So then Les ran away with Hed to go find his biological dad, because surely his real dad who is also a funk troll like him would like him more. (Somehow they managed to find him with the help of one old photo Les had of him.) It turned out that wasn't the case and Les quickly realized that the funk trolls didn't consider him as one of their own either. But his dad still (reluctantly) decided to take them in if they stayed out of the way. And that's where they grew up and lived (in Vibe City) until not that long before they meet Floyd. It was a very strange and not at all child friendly environment because Les's dad lives in a cramped apartment with a bunch of stoner roommates and with different trolls coming and leaving all the time, so their home was more a hangout den for a bunch of washed up adults than an actual home...
The two rock trolls' first month there; Les was learning how to play the bass and he got super into it and he broke into song which then ended up with a punk rock scream, Hed heard it and started screaming all over the apartment (normal and healthy behavior for many rock troll kids):
Floyd also had the misfortune of meeting both of them (Les's dad intentionally and Hed's dad by chance). It's an understatement if I say he despises them
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My Headcanons for Societyboy!
I tried giving him features the other boys didn't have, like eyes that are downcast and a hooked nose. I also gave him adult braces because I thought it was a cute mental image to have this angry douchebag arguing over people and getting self-conscious when you stare at his teeth and laugh. He had pretty black hair that he thought was too boring to get your attention again, so he tried bleaching and coloring it himself, ending up with this. He doesn't take care of it, his hair is a mess aah. Also, he's self conscious of Quest because he has a skinny little body and that man is 😳
I have a bit of writing on him that I'm not sure I'll actually get to finish, but my take on our ex is:
He's an egocentric loser we confessed to first at the end of junior year of high school. He accepted because it meant he had bragging rights over his other friends. You stay together through senior year, the excuse of you both being busy trying to get into college truimphed over any actual intimacy taking place (most of your dates were just you watching him play a game in his room or studying).
Finally it was over, you both got accepted into the same college, graduated, and over the summer, you both prepped to move into your dorms (seperate). As the first year went on, you both made separate friend groups. Slowly, he started feeling uneasy. He realized there was a good chance you might leave him with so many new people in your life, and so much time spent apart; to combat this, he kept insisting on you following him to his hang outs, or staying over at his dorm instead.
You didn’t mind him becoming clingy at first; he had always felt very independent from youbin highschool, and he wouldn't care about stuff like cuddling and holding hands together before. This was nice.
But it only got worse as the years trickled by, and he became very demanding. You were slowly becoming an island, unable to hold friendships without upsetting him, relying on him, and being left behind anywahs when he spent his time with his own group. You graduated, and lasted a few months living together before you finally snapped and broke things off.
He was furious. He didn't think he did anything wrong and thought the progression of things was just how relationships were meant to be. He convinced himself that you were only throwing a hissy fit, and you'd come back. When it wasn't happening as immediately as he wanted, he started stalking you online, unable to comprehend how you could live without him.
When you'd post good things about your new life, vitriol overtook him and he started commenting shitty things, making his own posts, insulting you and hating you and still, expecting you to one day wake up and come knocking back.
But you wouldn't.
And it's been over a year already. He's still alone, blocked on all your accounts (though he got new socials to keep looking at you), in the same apartment (despite being offered to move somewhere cheaper because you might come looking for him), and still thinking of you daily. He didn't want to allow himself to feel it, but he's sad.
He misses you so much. He misses sleeping by you, misses hearing you talk about your hobbies, misses your cooking, your voice, your hugs and kisses, all the ways you made him feel special and not like the sad sack of shit he really was. It's time he finally owned up to his mistakes, internalize how he fucked up your life, and actually try to get better at being more thoughtful of you. He still thinks it's you he has to end up with, somehow, in some way.
As he browsed through your social media again, that's how he found the link you surely clicked on. It's somewhere neither you nor him have ever made an account on. That means he's not blocked there! His heart beat fast as he copied it but didn't click it yet; he had to calm down. This had to be like, the universe affirming him, right? Throwing him another chance to see you again. He wanted to make it count. But he was... anxious, too, after so long. He had to wait to buy and take a few edibles before he finally resigned himself to what would come next. He'd win you back. He joined the server.
(Then, enters Societyboy's Route. Not Quest's, this one would be similar but different.)
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Title: Your Lipstick Stains
Fandom: ex/RiD
Ship: Arcee/Aileron
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Aileron is back. Arcee marks the occasion.
A/N: For TF Femslash February’s prompt “lipstick”! Inspired by this commission I got a few years ago from Kei Zama of Aileron grinning with some kiss marks on her face. While you’re here, consider donating to Care for Gaza.
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Marissa glanced up as Arcee came in, then blinked. Pointing absently at the corner of her own mouth, she said, "Your lip paint is smudged."
"Oh," said Arcee, pulling a rag from a wrist compartment to dab at it. "Thanks."
"Y'know," said Marissa, "I thought that was part of your paint job. I didn't realize you actually applied cosmetics."
"I usually don't," Arcee said. Smudge gone, the smirk she wore was clear. "This was just for fun."
Before Marissa could ask what she meant, Aileron came in behind her-- grinning and with that lip paint smudged all over her face.
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