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sailing-through-hawkins · 1 year

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Part 1 ✧ Part 2 of Harrington Charms Hellfire! ✧ Part 3 ✧ Part 4 ✧ now on AO3

It's not much consolation, not when he gets nightmares and sometimes Frank or Robin have to knock him out of an impending daze when he remembers the bites, the screaming, pain, the p a i n, god it hurt, it hurts so much, it -

Yeah, getting a house (like a real, not to mention fucking massive, house) from the government (the fucking government) isn't much consolation because he still freaks out but he could definitely get used to having so much more space to just - just exist in. And Wayne's got a bed now too! Ain't that something fucking grand, they got enough room for Eddie, Wayne AND visitors if they don't mind a couch. It's just - not complete consolation, but it's just a sweetness after a world of monsters, death and blood.

Plus, it's closer to Dustin and Gareth and - well, everyone basically. Even Steve, in that big ol' mansion he calls a house (not a home, Robin tells him, I don't think it's been a home for a while) that Eddie is on his way to right now. The streets of the refined (snobby), cultured (judgemental) and luxurious (that one's accurate) neighbourhood have emptied out since the whole averted-apocalypse-thing. Most rich folks don't wanna stick around after so many "gas leaks" and earth-shattering quakes apparently. Who knew.

It's a walk he enjoys, not too much effort on a good day, because it means he gets a little fresh air and daylight and that's pretty nice after spending a near-death experience thinking the last thing he'd taste was ashes and stale air and the world is a horror-infested black mirror wrapped in a fucking nightmare and Dustin oh Dustin -

But that's all fine because now he is breathing the fresh air and is walking in the daylight and he's on his way to the sun incarnate himself.

Ugh, the things love does to him.

Okay, still definitely not love but like, more than an infatuation. It's just - there's not a lot of good words in the English language okay, not enough to describe his heartbeat when Steve smiles at him or how those scars, peeking out from a stupid polo riding up, light something sad and soft in Eddie's chest, a crooning that begs to touch and soothe and not love, not love, nope.

God damn it.

Eddie sighs, shaking out the insistent thoughts (touch, soothe, love) as he approaches Steve's place and sees -

What the fuck, is that Jeff?

"Eddie!" He smiles, giving a small wave while he's standing outside his car? Parked outside Steve's place? And is that - that's the big-city brother standing with him? That's - not - that's weird, right?! "Hey man, what's up?"

"Uh, nothing much," Eddie comes to a stop and smiles back, glancing between the front door that's clearly fucking open and Jeff's brother, what was his name? "Hey..."

Big-City-Bro smiles a small thing and brings up his hand. Eddie shakes it gladly, who knew he'd feel such elation from being treated like a normal fucking person (not a killer, not a rebel, not a martyr). "Hi Eddie. I'm Trey."

Eddie's brain snaps its imaginary fingers because yes, Trey! Jeff and Trey, the Brothers Brave and the brothers that still won't tell Gareth which of them is older. Frank is adamant in his "they're fucking twins" bet.

"So," Eddie raises his eyebrows, because this is Steve's house right? Eddie didn't just enter (another) alternate reality where Jeff -

"Eds!" And that's when Steve comes barrelling out the door almost tripping on his way over before Jeff was able to catch him in time. "Shit, I'm sorry, Eddie, I completely forgot about our plans, fuck I'm so sorry dude."

Wow. Even panicking and flustered, Steve still manages to look stunning, god look at the crease of his worried little forehead.

"No worries, Stevie," Eddie grins, because look at him. God he's so fucking cute. Look at his sheepish little face, those scattered little moles, that hand still on his little forearm - wait. Eddie eyes the pair of them, Jeff and Steve, both looking back with apologetic half-grimaces. Big-City-Bro seems quietly amused over all. Terrific. "I am curious about this little get-together though."

"Well, Steve and I were on the phone last night -"

Hang on, what?

"- and Jeff thought he could come along since he's dropping me -"

Last night? As in, a late night call? As in, like, twirling fingers around phone cords and "no, you hang up" and a late night call, is that what they're saying?

"But I just called and then Wayne said you were already on your way over and now..."

Eddie blinks. The Brothers Brave are glancing at each other but Steve is just looking at him with big, soulful eyes and his head is tilted in just the right way that the brown of his hair turns gold in the afternoon sunshine.

Last night?!

"You guys talk at night?" Eddie manages to squeak out, the something ugly in his chest rearing its head to hiss at the - the implications of that, like - what the fuck?

Steve huffs a chuckle awkwardly, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. Eddie tries not to zone in on the (totally unsexy of course) scar circling under his collar because last time he did that, Steve misunderstood and it was a whole thing. (A whole thing that ended up with Robin helping comfort Steve because Eddie couldn't properly articulate just how fucking badass that scar was, a symbol of survival, how it keeps reminding him of that time Steve tore a hellish winged demon with his bare hands and bared teeth and he was at least able to tell Steve he just thought the scar was cool).

"Uh, not like - not like that," Steve clears his throat. "Just sometimes...music, y'know?"

"Yeah!" Jeff nods earnestly and the something ugly softens because it's Jeff, who could ever be upset with Jeff? "Steve's got some great ideas and a good ear, Eddie, which is why I keep saying you should stick around our practice!"

Steve ducks his head, cheeks flushing a pretty, pretty pink, his smile something sweet and bashful and god fucking damn it. Eddie clears his throat and gives Steve an encouraging smile, making the sun incarnate glow ever brighter and the rays of light around him are wisps in comparison. Fucking hell.

"I really did forget, Eds," Steve says mournfully, his eyes practically begging Eddie for forgiveness from under his lashes. "I'm so sorry."

Eddie shrugs, because well. Yeah, Stevie's always had a bit of a problem with memory, it's why he writes everything on his fridge-calendar. Eddie gets it. "'S alright, dude, it happens. Are you guys heading out now?"

"Yeah but -" Steve cuts himself off and starts grinning excitedly, oh no. "You should come with us! There's space, right, Jeff?"

Jeff's earnest nod does a good job of hiding the clear trepidation that peeks through his expression, but technically, Eddie made plans to hang out with Steve first (last fucking week, take that "last night" Jeff) so this can't really count as intruding, right? Plus why would Jeff feel nervous about Eddie coming along to some music record store in the city? It's not like he's gonna be interrupting like - like a date or anything! This is just some plans they made (with Jeff's strong, silent type brother so it's fine) and now Eddie is invited. Steve looks super happy to have Eddie come along anyways so. Fuck yeah.

"I'm humbled by the offer to accompany you on your quest, my liege," Eddie gives a bow, laughing when Steve gently pulls him up and fusses over his scarring (how does he make wounds feel so sweet). "It would be an honor."

Trey gives a chuckle and clasps Eddie's shoulder before heading over to the passenger seat. Steve grins and opens the backseat door with a bow. What a flirt (Eddie has to hold in the giggle bubbling up his throat).

"So!" Eddie slaps his palms on his knees as Steve settles in the seat next to him, internally screaming because shit, this is very close quarters. "Whose music are we scoping out?"

The engine's already started but that moment of silence in the car? That's worth some kind of pin drop. Jeff's shoulders are tense, the way they are when he's about to investigate just about anything during a Hellfire session, but Trey and Steve both seem pretty...chill?

"Just gonna get some Dolly," Steve smiles and shatters something intrinsic in Eddie. "I kinda lost my only tape after the, uh, the earthquake." He laughs, like he hasn't crushed Eddie's perception of the Good Sir Steve with a single sentence.

"You -" Eddie clears his throat, pointedly ignoring his shaking leg and looking out the window. Think about the reconstructing houses, don't think about Steve liking Dolly Parton of all artists, fucking hell - "You a fan of country then, Steve-o?"

Steve eyes him warily in the window reflection but Eddie keeps looking at the lovely and slightly broken homes they're speeding by. Almost out of Hawkins with a country fan - "Yeah, I mean...I wasn't like a huge fan but after Jeff lended me a couple tracks -"

"Jeff did that, did he!" Eddie says brightly, staring at Jeff with bright, oh very bright eyes. He can practically smell the sweat (ew) pouring off him as he pointedly avoids Eddie's gaze in the mirror. So this is what he's been keeping from Corroded Coffin (aka their fucking metal band, Jeff) this whole time! And to think Gareth was betting on a secret third sibling this whole time (maybe they should cut back on the betting...at least when Dustin is around).

"Yeah!" Steve grins and oh fuck him no Eddie's lost all feelings for that beautiful glow of a smile because he likes fucking country music, goddamnit Steve - "Jeff's showed me tons of cool songs! Hey, how come you don't recommend me anything?"

Eddie sputters when Steve nudges him because um, ex-fucking-cuse you? "I recommend you songs all the time! Black Sabbath! Judas Priest! Overkill! Hell, I even told you KISS was a decent warm-up!"

"Hey, I tried KISS!" Steve's pout holds no power over Eddie, none, that's why he quickly looks away to stare right past Jeff's ear. "It's just...they're just all so, like, headbang-y. Jeff gave me songs I could, y'know, wash the dishes to."

"Ha," Trey's soft laugh snaps Eddie's attention because if there is another traitor in this car, Eddie will not hesitate to open this fucking door - "You put on Dolly Parton, Queen of Country, to wash the dishes of all things?"

And that hum, that damned sheepish chuckle, means that Steve's face is flushing and his eyes are avoidant and fuck. "It makes it more fun to do 'em, y'know, like I'm scrubbing and I'm begging Jolene to leave my man alone."

His. His man? As in, his man? Steve's man? Steve would have a man?

"Oh, I hear you," Trey laughs, fiddling with Jeff's fancy cassette player. "Me and Jeff used to belt out to Dolly all the time and if this is still in-"

Steve gasps as the opening notes to what Eddie assumes is a fucking Dolly Parton song. He wouldn't know because he has real taste and doesn't listen to -

"I'm begging of you, please don't take my man," Steve sings along to the music, his voice soft and crawling across Eddie's spine like a warm campfire in the cold desolation of a forest. "Jolene, Jolene -"

And then Trey is singing along too and his voice has more range but Steve's got the emotions. They're - it's like he's genuinely begging, crying out for a lover's loyalty, for a seductress to back away, to let him have this one man who means everything to him.

Fuck, Eddie's feelings are roaring real sweet and wild in chest as he stares at Steve's heartfelt performance, his focused brow, his wavering bottom lip -

"That was amazing!" Trey exclaims as the final Jolene peters out and he laughs along with Steve, with the breath-taking Steve Harrington. God, fuck. The something in his chest is crooning again and his fingers are itching to stretch into Steve's hair and - "You really can sing, Harrington!"

"Thanks," Steve nudges Eddie again and he doesn't even look away, doesn't try to hide his staring because god, fuck. "Not so bad for a country song, right, Eds?"

With the biggest sigh he's ever exhaled, Eddie nods and bangs his head against Jeff's headrest. He knows Jeff is laughing at him already. "Not bad at all, Stevie. Not bad at all."

I plan on uploading this to AO3 soon, although I'm still debating between posting the rest of the chapters exclusively on there or cross-posting the whole thing on both sites because I have behind-the-scenes things i like to put in the notes, so if anyone has any preferences, let me know! i'll probably do both but add some little author's thoughts to the AO3, maybe some Steve POV on there too

if anyone else had wanted to be tagged but wasn't, my apologies tag list: @ramyayaya @alienace @5pac3g1r7 @emly03 @tell-me-a-secret-a-nice-one @maya-custodios-dionach

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theluckywizard · 11 days

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An Embellishment of Lore (tag game)

I think as Fanfic writers, we often add lore to our stories. It is natural for us to build upon the pillars set for us. But what about the foundations, gravel and grit? What was a piece of Lore you added to Dragon Age that wasn't pre-existing?

Thank you for the tag @moonlightheretic 🥰

I think I added the most original lore for my ~6,500 word companion/standalone fic Thirst which is a Cullen POV fic that digs into the experiences Cullen has between DA:2 Act 3 and the intervening time between Meredith's fall and joining the Inquisition. In particular, I had a Samson who was reinstated on Cullen's own recommendation and then wrote in a schism of the Kirkwall Order when lyrium supply was heavily impacted by templar-mage warring where Samson takes a huge number away to Corypheus. It also explains Cullen's scar! I also dug into Meredith's madness and how she'd been taking an insane dose of lyrium at that point (red lyrium idol/sword notwithstanding). I know Templar HCs are a hot potato in fandom, but I found it fascinating to dig into. The bureaucracy of it all, the feeling of being unable to make changes to institutions even as corruption becomes more obvious. I will caveat "original" with "I'm sure others have had these ideas before in the scheme of the last decade of fic writing" so I won't claim to be breaking ground with them, but I really had an incredible time thinking about how things might have been for Cullen as he rises in the ranks and is responsible for more and more of that particular nightmare. In canon, I believe Samson took the templars after Cullen had left for the Inquisition, but I felt this way it created a lot more tension and drama between.

Excerpt under the cut 👇

Cullen and Samson shortly before Samson leaves:

Later that evening Cullen winds down shaving at his dressing table, squinting at himself in the small, tarnished mirror that had come with his Order-issued kit a decade before. He pauses in the weak candlelight to trace a finger over the circles under his eyes, the lines that have been there for years. But Cullen has been subjecting himself to the same rationing as those in his ranks and this week’s thirst and sleeplessness wears heavily across his face. Twenty seven years old looks more like forty today. He scrapes the blade over the stretched skin under his nose as he mulls over the tense atmosphere in the mess earlier. Something is shifting. It’s just a feeling at the moment but it’s time to gather hard evidence.

A shadowy figure appears behind him in the mirror so quietly, so suddenly that the blade slips, slicing across his lip.

He whips around with a curse, backing into his table so violently that everything on top of it rattles. Samson takes up too much space in this modest room.

“Maker’s breath— What are you doing here?” he demands, clutching his mouth while blood drips through his fingers, his eyes fixing upon his sword across the room.

“Aw, no need for the curses, golden boy. Just here for a little chat.”

His eyes are rimmed with a greasy red like someone had thrown a fistful of lye at his face and he stands tall in a way that prickles at Cullen’s skin. He quickly parses that Samson wouldn’t be rationing this week, not that it would have stopped the man from finding the substance elsewhere. Man to man it wouldn’t be a contest with Samson’s blood singing and Cullen suffering in near abstention.

Samson reaches into his pocket and shakes out a rumpled handkerchief and hands it to Cullen. Cullen can feel the depth of the cut and is in no position to refuse it. He takes it and presses it to his lip.

“How did you get past the guards?”

Samson crosses his arms and then steps over to lean against his door frame. “You can get anything for the right price. Thought I taught you that.”

Lyrium. Of course.

“The men are thirsty,” he continues. “You could’ve gone to the Carta months ago.”

“I’m not smuggling it,” says Cullen. “The Order must be above reproach.”

Samson snorts. “Above reproach? Try leashed like a pack of starving dogs. The Chantry’s old game playing out to the logical end.”

Cullen has no answer for him.

Samson chuckles, searching the ceiling, his lips curling into an unsettling smile. “Remember the days sneaking hits behind the armory? Or remember— remember that one time in Lowtown with that one bird Cinnamon—”

Cullen would prefer to forget. “What are you doing here, Samson?”

“Easy does it. Easy. I’m here to make an offer.”

“You?”

“Cut the leash. Get out from the Chantry’s thumb once and for all.”

Cullen gapes at him from under the handkerchief. “Quit lyrium?”

Samson laughs, a rich, knowing thing deep in his throat. “Nah. There’s no going back. I’ve been there. Only forward.”

“Forward? To where?” demands Cullen. He feels the room clenching down upon him, the air growing thin. “We’re needed here.”

Kirkwall flagged without a viscount, without its Champion, Garrett Hawke who had vanished with his sister Bethany when the violence had grown too thick. It fell to him and Guard Captain Vallen to hold it all together.

“Something greater, kid. We deserve better. Me and you and all the rest. We could be great.”

“I don’t— speak plainly, Samson.”

“Aren’t you tired of being a lapdog?” Samson gestures at Cullen’s face. “I can see how tired you are. If you ask me you’re fighting the wrong battle.”

“I have a responsibility to the Order. How I feel doesn’t matter,” says Cullen with shallow breaths, paralyzed against his dressing table. He swallows a dry mouthful of nothing, feeling it all caving in on him. “Whatever you’re up to— I could use you here. I know some part of you cares. There are some things greater than our own need.”

“You’re something else, kid, you know that?”

“You’ve mentioned it before.”

“Whatever happens now is on you,” says Samson. “Always been a bit too fanciful. Going to bite you in the arse some day.”

And then he is gone.

Read Thirst here!

Tagging @crackinglamb, @samseabxrn, @the-rebel-archivist, @leggywillow, @melisusthewee, @hekaerges, @oxygenforthewicked, @warpedlegacy, @monocytogenes, @nirikeehan, @delicatefade AND YOU IF YOU ARE READING THIS 🥰

#cullen rutherford #raleigh samson #meredith stannard #dragon age 2 #The Gallows #Kirkwall Order #Dragon Age Templars #Cullen & Samson #A friendship gone awry #A mentor gone mad #dragon age fan fiction

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your-queer-dad · 28 days

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(Vent sorry, not about queerness I just have nowhere else to say this where I'll get any sort of response)

Ive been having to deal with so much stuff lately. Like I was fine when I was in the midst of severe depression cause I didn't think I'd live very long anyways but now I need to come to terms with everything I've been ignoring for at least a year and at most my whole life. Like I'm AuDHD in a decently ableist family (middle/working class white cishet moderate leftists who think they're very progressive, you know the type) and I've had absolutely shit experiences with the people who should be helping me with that stuff (my old therapist was actively uneducated and ableist, my psychiatrist was a white cishet man in his 60s or 70s and I had to teach him what masking is and how adhd and autism present in AFAB people) which makes that really difficult in general because all my friends know I have AuDHD but I can't officially come out and say that I do because my family will deny it and tell me I'm being attention seeking and looking for excuses for being lazy and a flawed person. I also don't physically look the way I've been convincing myself I look naturally for a long time (yay anorexia recovery) and it's just messing me up a lot because when I look at my reflection I just feel visceral disgust. I'm still on the lower end of a healthy weight, but I can only see a few of my ribs now and my stomach isn't flat anymore. Everyone else says they can't notice but I feel like I've lost everything that made me good, and I'm scared that gaining weight is going to stop me from passing. I hate being with my parents and I just feel like I'm a horrible person for that, I only got hit once and other than that they're just toxic and sort of manipulative/emotionally abusive. They try their best they just can't raise me right and I feel like shit for that. I wish I could be spending more time outside, but I had a medical emergency thing on Tuesday (my mom doesn't let me call it a seizure because we don't know for sure) and I'm scared that that's going to happen again, and my constant joint pain has just gotten worse. My friends are telling me that I need to talk to a doctor about this, but the wait time for rheumatology is insane and my parents thing I'm making it up/exaggerating/looking for attention and even if they believe me they don't think it's important and worth getting help for. I'm scared that I'm going to die, last time it happened my entire body went numb and stiff and I couldn't move and I was just twitching for like 15 minutes. I also completely lost my vision before this happened, and it was greyscale/coming back slowly for the entire thing, plus I could barely hear anything. If that happens again I genuinely think that I might die. I also have scars all over my legs and chest and I have to either hide them or find some sort of explanation for them that won't make the people I work with during the summer think I'm not suited for working with kids (summer camp counseling). I spent all of last year thinking I was never going to turn 15 and now I kind of wish I hadn't.

I want to live but it's all so overwhelming and if I falter or let my parents see that I'm scared, they'll force me into the role of a small child and start treating me like a toddler or an animal like they always do. I just don't know what to do and I know it's horrible and selfish and disgusting but I just wish my mom would die. I can't live like this, it's only 3 more years but I'm just so scared. She keeps threatening me and saying I won't get into college or I'm failing high school because of how long I was out of school due to psych ward stuff even though she knows that not getting into college is my main fear- if that happens, I can't keep going. I know that I'm going to kill myself if I can't get into college. After that I'm still going to need to pay off student loans and I might not have my best friend with me (if I have him ill be okay and he says that he promises he'll try to live with me in college) and I just can't deal with that. I need to catch up on school and I need to learn to drive and then I need to get ready for my job in the summer and I need to make sure my grades are good enough for colleges to want me and I need to get people to like me and I just can't do it. I don't want to die but I feel like it's the only answer, I'm just not capable of doing this. I'm not supposed to be alive. I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Sorry about the rant you don't need to answer at all I know this is a lot

-🔆

Hey kiddo. Please please don't apologise for reaching out, I'm here for you and I'm always here for you, night and day my inbox and DMs are always open to anyone who needs to talk.

God, it sounds like you've had a rough deal. I understand where you're coming from. With parents, it's so hard when they don't do what they're supposed to do as parents and they don't understand you or believe you when you ask for help. It's awful and I am so sorry.

From the sounds of things, it sounds like you're putting a lot of pressure on yourself, as well as all that pressure around you. As scary as the future is, it isn't going to creep up on you one day. It's tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and every single day after that. You have time to breathe and rest and do whatever you need to do. You can't do everything at once, you're only human- and expecting yourself to do everything at once only caused burn out and stress.

Also, as a person who's gone through eating disorder recovery- weight doesn't stop you from passing. I promise you it doesn't. It's a good thing! It's a sign that all the work you've done recovering has paid off. I'm proud of you.

Keep your head up kiddo, I'm so so proud of you. Remember to take care of yourself, let yourself breathe and don't expect yourself to do everything all at once. I'm here anytime you need to talk.

Love you,

- dad x

#finch rambles #ask a finch!

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atherix · 2 years

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Which is more Irritating, Stressful, and Unenjoyable to the average being: setting up a coven with the Council or attending a Debut? Which one is more bureaucratically frustrating?

Oooooh I like this question! You got me rambling apologies in advance-

Irritating and Unenjoyable and Bureaucratically Frustrating would definitely be the setting up/declaring a Coven with the Council, but stressful and generally annoying would proooobably be the debut.

The setting up the Coven is a lot of paperwork and small meetings, and is a continuous thing since as more members join a Coven they have to be added to a registry with the Council (I'm sure that won't cause issues in the future :) ). For the most part the meetings tend to be relatively casual-formal, since it's Lord-to-Lord (same level, and all), and only become super formal if the head of the Council is there. Like, they're not officially a monarch but they may as well be. But for the most part it's paperwork and discussions over tea followed by an official meeting and declaration before said non-monarch. There's also a bit of negotiating that happens in these meetings- the Council will often try to push the Coven into a different territory, control the where of it all, and it's just overall Not a Fun Time.

On the other hand, a Fae Debut is basically a coming of age- where a Fae child officially enters society and are old enough to become apprentices or get engaged (another reason the Fae King wants Tubbo to Debut sooner rather than later- because he is an apprentice, officially speaking, and that's not appropriate without a Debut hjfdjk). It's also important for Elven Rites (for adults- children, as is often the case in religions, get a free pass), because Elves view death extremely differently from other peoples. Fae children are rarely born, it's rare to have Fae children born within the same year (which is why Scar and Cub being born within the same month in the same year is taken as a "Pantheon's Will" thing, even if that was more "King's excuse" than anything else), so Debuts are relatively rare and so a BIG fucking deal. A ROYAL Debut is an even bigger, fancier and important deal. A non-royal Fae Debuting- basically a party with a brief appearance from one of the Royals (but never the Monarch) to declare the Elf an official member of society. A royal Fae Debut- super formal, because this is where the prince or princess (guys is there a gender neutral form of prince(ss)??? khjfdsjk) is officially declared as such by the Monarch, given their royal headpiece(crown?? kinda??) and officially introduced by their title and the name they choose in their adulthood (not their true name), super formal and ceremonial. Lots of pomp and circumstance, the Important Members of Society are in attendance and while there is a Fancy Party Feel to it, there is definitely the "know who to bow to, who to kneel to and to whom you simply nod" thing going on. Planning one is much worse than attending one, tho. After all, gotta know WHO to invite and the decorating and food and oh it's a nightmare. Also generally a parent's job to do, so uh. Scar is about to be a very stressed Elf.

... I think a non-royal Debut would be fun for the average person but a royal Debut would definitely be stressful because a royal Debut means being surrounded by High Court Fae and is attended by the Monarch themself hjgfdjk. Setting up a Coven only really affects the Lord and their mate(s) and is generally never an enjoyable experience, but ya know-

All these boys get stress <3

#Ask #Midnight Series #You got me rambling about Midnight! Elven Culture thank you <3 #I haven't decided yet if I want to include Tubbo's debut in the main storyline or 'sidestory' it #because Tubbo IS going to Debut #which is a good thing for Scar's peace of mind #heheh :)

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house-of-mirrors · 2 years

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Number 10 for O, Number 2 for Miles 2.0 ;)

10. What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?

This is a good question. For Orsinio, I'd say it's his resilience.

He's been through so much with Nemesis, Hell, the Discordance, a narrow brush with smen, and so on. He carries a grief not only for his brother but his lost connection to home and the person he used to be. He's done things he isn't proud of (he killed all 3 major rivals in Nemesis) and there are people along his path that he wasn't able to save that he blames himself for, and he's Catholic, so he has issues with guilt as well.

It would be easy for him to give up. At the point of his character journey where he was tempted by seeking, it would have been easy to surrender to it. Without getting into the grit of his struggles with mental illness, it's a surprise he hasn't spent longer in the Royal Beth. It's easy to indulge reckless/self-destructive behaviors instead of confronting emotions and trying to be better. There comes a critical point in his character arc where he gets a wake up call and makes the choice to stop running from his past, make peace with it, and move forward. Grief and guilt are part of him but do not define him, and he deserves to make a nice story for himself despite being cast in a tragedy. Healing is far more difficult and powerful than any temptation he could have given into.

It would be easy for him to be ruthless. It would be easy to stop feeling bad and lean fully into the violence that he knows he's capable of from Nemesis. He's smart and skilled enough with magic that he could be cruel indeed to get what he wants. But at the end of the day, despite everything, he still tries to do what he thinks is the right thing. He is a morally gray character with a greater good mentality, but when it ultimately comes down to making a decision, he's inclined to do what will keep his loved ones safest. He's made mistakes in the past and he's seen a lot of horror, but he still chooses to be kind. He loves boldly in a world that says love is weakness or currency. Even after all Miles did to him (which is another story, all you need to know right now is that Miles was the seeker doing the tempting), he still lets them crash at his place when they're in need. He sometimes thinks of himself as a bad person, but he very much is not. (Sometimes, murder is okay.)

I'll cut it here because otherwise I wouldn't stop talking about my special boy, but I just love how he never gives up and chooses to be good despite how easy it would have been to slip into being a villain.

2. Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance?

This one requires some brief explanation first. So on a meta level, I had Miles as my seeker character who knocked, and after a few months I decided I missed them too much so I made a new account for them. But the in-universe explanation for why they're back is because of some hand-wavey discordance doubling that I won't get into right now, that's for another post. Is this really the same Miles? What does it mean to be yourself? Also for another post.

Miles has blonde hair because I thought it would be funny for my villain character after getting too annoyed at Victorian era obsession with light hair/features. Their eyes were once sapphire dark but have since lightened to a more glacial blue color. They're very tall and thin and I say shaped like a spaghetti noodle. Femme presenting because it's my OC and I get to make them gender.

They've fairly recently returned to London, at rock bottom. There's a frostbite scar across their cheeks, and their hair is short from when they cut it towards the end of SMEN. They'll be growing it out long again, like they prefer. And, they have one white streak from the experience to match with the Professor, though you'd have a hard time finding it with how light their hair already is.

A final note: Miles 1.0 did the Mr Cards HD ending. Once again, that's another post, but as a result, they still have sharp teeth and pointed ears. Most of their scars from SMEN are gone, however. They are not the Miles who knocked. They have plenty of scars though from other ocs committing violence against them for being terrible

#thanks for the ask #my ocs #ask game #i just have so much to say about my special boy O #miles had the unfortunate circumstances of being the character i played smen with #then i realized that smen is stupid and grimdark horror is not the vibe so i'm like heehoo new account go brrrrr #i love my terrible son #they're mainly here so i can click the society/masters supporting options and see alternative text #Hair says so much about all of my characters lol #hd spoilers #fl spoilers #long post #nemesis spoilers

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arsene to johanna for kai, hecate to loki for eiji :3

YIPPEEE THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :DDD

arsene: has your oc ever been wronged by those around them? how bad was it? does it still affect them?

yes. when her family was the subject of an anti-ska'drin mob, kai was abducted and sold into an underground fighting ring and forced into 'dogfights' with other ska'drin captives. the tattooed barcode is still present on her left cheek, and she often has night terrors about her time there

zorro: does your oc remember their past, if they have one? do they miss it? how do they feel about it?

kai misses her childhood and her family with everything in her. she would do anything to erase what broke her family apart and robbed her of her parents and her little brother. half the time the only thing keeping her going is the thought of revenge.

captain kidd: does your oc have any scars or injuries? where do they come from? have they healed? how do they feel about them?

kai has countless scars from her time as a fighter, and she hates every one of them. she often covers the visible ones on her hands and arms with gauze wraps and scraps of fabric

carmen: what's your oc's relationship with their own body, in general? do they have any true confidence in their own appearance?

i think kai is pretty comfortable in her own body and appearance aside from her scars, but it took her a while to get there. there was a long time after she escaped the fight ring where she felt disgusting in her own skin, but now she's able to deal with it a lot better.

goemon: is your oc partial to the arts? which ones? do they actually partake in them? do they see meaning in them?

kai doesn't really so much art, unless you consider her guns, explosives, and other mechanical creations art. i think the only arts kai actually enjoys and finds meaning in is music. when recovering at the thousand hands guild, she learned how to play piano and it's stuck with her since

johanna: what are your oc's religious beliefs, if they have any? are these beliefs commonplace where they live? do they practice this religion?

she isn't religious, and lost any capacity to believe after her family was taken from her

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hecate: what's your oc's experience with sexuality? how do they feel about it? do they wish they could change it?

eiji has only ever been with one person, which is katsumi, and before that was never really interested/thought about it. he doesn't really care about labeling himself, all he cares about is that he loves someone and he loves him too.

kamu susano-o: what's your oc's true passion? how do they pursue it? how did they acquire it? at what cost does it come?

eiji often feels kind of lost, and doesn't know what his purpose is. he would probably say his passion is cooking or something

anat: where's your oc's self esteem at? high? low? why? what, or who, does it depend on?

eiji's self esteem is pretty much nonexistent in the way that he really doesn't care what happens to him. after he failed to follow the shogun's orders he's just been on the run and not sure what to do with himself. he knows he's alive, he knows its hard for him to die, and he knows he doesn't really belong with humans. he was made to be used, so he just tries to be useful in his own way

prometheus: how does your oc cope with guilt? with loss? with loneliness? are they able to reach out to others for help?

eiji copes with guilt by immediately trying to make it right. in his mind, if he's messed up, he needs to rectify his mistakes as soon as possible, there's no sense in sitting and feeling bad and letting whoever he wronged feel bad too. he doesn't reach out usually ever, he just handles it himself

astarte: how does your oc feel about their bloodline? their parents? do they have a legacy to uphold?

eiji is ashamed of his 'bloodline', to say the least. that's one piece of guilt he won't ever be able to fix. after hundreds of years, he still doesn't know whether to hate the shogun for creating him just to discard him, or feeling like he deserved to be discarded

loki: does your oc believe in revenge? in retributive justice? in punishment? at what cost? for whom?

it would have to directly affect him or someone he loves to seriously seek out revenge.

#> ocs !#> eiji (oc) !#> box #heheheh ty for tha ask <3

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epicene-humanoid · 3 years

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some trans Jeff thoughts:

he realized he was trans in elementary school and just went fuck it I'll just start introducing myself as Jeffery and see if anyone decides to stop me (as we know, jeff winger can get away with almost anything)

he got top surgery the second he could afford it (around the same time he started at his law firm), and probably bribed someone to keep it a secret

"I'm jeff winger and i would rather look at myself naked than the women I sleep with" are the words of a man proud of his transition

he's really insecure about his fashion sense, which is why he mostly dresses like the douchey guys at his firm in the start of the show, he thought you can't go wrong with the sleazy lawyer look

he will never admit it but he feels super good about the dean hitting on him, because the dean is a (cis) guy, acknowledging that Jeff is more manly than him

i think he starts out stealth and comes out to everyone one by one, probably starting with abed because he knows abed won't judge him and will probably just see it as an interesting backstory.

abed just says it's cool and maybe worth a prequel exploring Jeff's transition, and jeff asks him to predict how all of the members of the group will react to him coming out.

abed's predictions:

britta will be over-the-top supportive and do a ton of research about trans history, probably put together a slideshow just to prove how progressive she is, and jeff will be a little bit weirded out, but also touched that she did all that for him, though he would never let her know that

shirley will be confused, because she doesn't know how someone she trusts and knows so well could be part of a group she was raised to hate, but ultimately realizes that there's nothing actually against the lgbtq people in the bible, and, as a cool character development arch, starts to advocate against use of the bible to justify bigotry

troy will just think it over and decide that Jeff's physique and coolness are even awesomer knowing how much work he'd had to put in to be like that, and respects Jeff's manliness even more

annie will give him a hug, say something sweet about how she'll always love him, and worry about his health, because even she read somewhere that taking testosterone makes you more likely to have a heart attack, jeff will explain that the risk is still only as high a cis guy, and she'll be the one to always remind him to take his shots

peirce will say at best say "jeff winger used to be a chick?" and at worst call him a slur, either way there's sure to be a lot of misgendering from him, and pestering to know Jeff's deadname (needless to say, Jeff just doesn't tell peirce)

the whole group goes out of their way to keep their beach trips a secret from pierce (the girls don't want him there anyways, he's too liable to be creepy) even though jeff knows that even if pierce saw his scars, all he would have to do is make up a story about some childhood accident and pierce would never question it

sorry this ended up being super long. can I hear some of your headcanons for him?

YES ALL THIS!!! yes yes i’m fully accepting this as canon oh my god

i’m about to type a whole ass ESSAY at midnight because i have been DYING to talk about this for months ajfdksljk,,, this is going to be obscenely long and i might end up adding even more to it as i continue to rewatch the show because there is truly no shortage of trans jeff content (especially when you’re trans and see transness in every little thing ajdkslfkjs)

spoiler warning for literally everything about this show under the cut <3

i 100% agree, i feel like he realized he was trans super young, especially since in the show we see him as a little kid a couple of times.

like look at little jeff with the oversized sweatshirt and little ponytail!! that’s childhood trans fashion. not to be dramatic but part of me thinks that jeff’s dad left before he fully came out to his family (which gives him even more angst about it, because until that one Thanksgiving episode, he’s never able to prove to his dad that he’s a better man), but part of me thinks that his dad left after he came out (which adds that spicy i-should-have-stayed-in-the-closet guilt that he has to work through).

either way, because his dad wasn’t there, he had to base his concept of masculinity on something else, which was becoming a lawyer!! there’s some line that’s like “after the dust and divorce papers were settled the only man i looked up to was [the lawyer guy]”. like, replacing your father figure in your mind with the concept of “a job where you can talk your way in and out of anything and distort other people’s concept of reality”? that’s trans.

and the fucking THANKSGIVING EPISODE... i struggle to watch it without crying hehe <3 yeowch! the dichotomy of willy jr. being the “wrong” kind of man because he’s “too soft” but jeff also not being enough despite adhering to all the social standards of masculinity... fuck!! this whole scene of him telling his dad “i am Not well adjusted” and talking about how he gave himself an “appendix surgery scar” when he was a kid and he still keeps the get-well-soon letters from his classmates under his bed? oh my god. the implication of people loving him not despite his scars but because of them?? trans. i can’t think about this episode for too long or i’ll start yelling.

OH and this scene? where he talks about how his mom got him a girl costume for halloween?? and everyone said “what a cute little girl” and after a few houses he stopped correcting them?? and “once the shame and the fear wore off, i was just glad they thought i was pretty”?? THAT’S TRANS... the man needs validation oh my god... and then in all the halloween episodes we see he has these ultra-masculine costumes (a cowboy, David Beckham, one of the fast and furious guys even though he never watched the movies, a boxer with his DAD’S boxing gloves... god) costumes are about becoming something else and he always chooses to be hypermasculine and that is trans.

THE PHYSICAL EDUCATION EPISODE!!!!!!! being uncomfortable during P.E. is a queer experience. period. but him being specifically uncomfortable in the clothes someone else is assigning to him? trans. “are we gonna talk about clothes like a girl? or use tapered sticks to hit balls around a cushioned mat like a man?” TRANS. and him eventually stripping in public? celebration of transness. and the fact that he eventually becomes comfortable in both the uniform and his own style!! trans!! god i love this episode.

AND AND AND!!! the gay dean coming out episode!!! where it’s the three of them discussing the best way for the dean to come out as gay despite not entirely identifying with that label!! so we have both frankie and the dean who are sort of ambiguously queer, and jeff who’s a stealth trans man who’s probably only out to only the study group at this point. this scene where the dean and jeff have this like eyebrow communication while frankie is talking is just so cute. queer-to-queer communication. “I am so curious” “oh?” “intellectually.” “oh...” ajfdksljfk this scene just screams high school GSA to me and i love it so much.

and SPEAKING of the dean!! i totally see you on that. i feel like jeff has some internalized homophobia/biphobia (like he’d throw punches over someone else, but when it comes to himself he has a lot of shame). and also seeing the dean so confident in all his different outfits/costumes has a weird affect on him bc it’s like “okay, the dean, a cis guy, can do that, but i as a trans guy could Not because that’s Breaking the Rules”. which, like, throwback to the halloween thing. of course there’s no right way to be masculine, but mr. winger does not know that.

another thing!! the episode where their emails get leaked? that includes his emails with his therapist. fuck!! he was outed to the whole world in that episode!! no wonder he was so fucking angry!! this whole episode (and really any time he mentions his therapist) is so interesting when you think about them as a person he talks to about his transition. OH which adds to the thing with the dean!! “and you told your therapist you wanted to be alone this weekend” and “not you jeff, i know you’ll be visiting your dad” ”I told you to stop reading my emails”. luckily his study group has his back and just makes fun of him for emailing astronauts lmao

and WHO can forget “they’re giving out an award for most handsome young man!!!!” what else is there to say about this line besides: he’s trans. you know he didn’t get awarded enough for being a handsome young man when he was a kid, and no amount of compliments when he’s fully-grown can really make up for that. some people crash a kid’s bar mitzvah to cope with the fact that they struggled to be seen as themselves when they were a teenager <3

also his weird relationship with pierce? where he kind of hates him (understandably lmao) but at times has this almost-friends-almost-father-son relationship with him? especially in this episode where he’s forced to bond with him and ends up having a good time by accident (at a barber shop no less, the perfect place to Be A Man with your Man Friend). idk what to say about him besides the fact that pierce says his mom wanted a girl when he was born and made him dress like a girl (and his middle name is anastasia!) so if they’re gonna do any bonding over transness it’s gonna be that.

okay one last thing and then i’ll shut up for the night. this episode kills me (and almost kills jeff hahahahelpi’mcrying). it’s a very Trans thing to not be able to visualize your future self, it just is. growing up trans at the time he did? i don’t know what kind of future he saw for himself, but i’m so happy that he ended up with a group of friends who became his family and love him the way they all do. i’m so emotional over this asshole it’s ridiculous.

in conclusion:

they’re trans, your honor <3

#community #jeff winger #trans jeff winger #GOD i'm gonna make a video essay about it if nobody stops me #yall know that youtube channel AreTheyGay? i want to be that but AreTheyTrans #the videos would just b like... jeff community. neo the matrix. bill and ted bill and ted. audrey little shop of horrors. jo little women.#maybe i should start that youtube channel sjdfklsj #thank you for prompting me to talk about this because i think about it twice a day #i might end up reblogging this and just adding different responses jeff has had to casually homophobic/transphobic things that happen #in the show #like the episode that last photo is from when the dean is like #'spring transfer student dance isn't rolling off the tongue so we're calling it The Tr@nny Dance!' 'much more greendale.'#OH AND ACCIDENTALLY KILLING PIERCE'S DAD!!! HOW DID I NOT MENTION THAT EARLIER SJFKLSJ #'you LITERALLY killed a father!' 'well not MINE dummy!!'#alright i need to do my homework now ajfklsdjfl

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fantasydaydreamers · 4 years

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“Behind Brothel Doors Pt. 2″ Dabi x Reader

Summary: ✨Part 1✨•✨Part 3✨•✨Part 4 ✨

Words: 4.431

Warnings: Smut

Author’s Note: *maniacal laughter* to my fellow horny daydreamers....WE RISE!!!! Also, quick reminder but Dabi does NOT have his scars and staples on his face. Instead he has piercings on his face and tattoos cover his body...I describe him in part 1 is you need a better picture~

There wasn't a day gone by you didn't think of the brothel. After coming home and telling your best friend ever dirty detail down to a T, that particular night haunted you in the best way possible. Only, it wasn't the bright scarlet eyes that filled your head late at night, it was the striking blue ones that captured your attention the moment you walked in the door.

It wasn't like you regretted your night with Bakugou, but the ghost of Dabi's grip on your chin had you imagining what could've been if you spent the night with him instead. The thoughts got so overwhelming to the point where you called during the middle of the week to make a reservation to see him. The man who answered the phone had a tired drawl to his voice which made you slightly disappointed it wasn't the familiar low teasing tone of Dabi.

"Okay, just so I have everything correct, you're purchasing one full night with Dabi this Saturday beginning at 9 pm?" The man spoke into the phone as you heard the faint typing in the background from a keyboard.

"Yes...um...is any chance he won't see my name? I want to surprise him." As soon as the question left your mouth, you facepalmed. (Y/n), you idiot. The tapping of the keyboard halted on the other end and you held your breath.

A low hum broke the silence and you winced, hoping he would just give you a straight answer. "Oh? What a naughty girl you are, (Y/n). I must tell you though, Dabi likes knowing who's coming to see him and might not like it if your name is hidden." The sudden teasing had you reeling until you remembered just where the fuck you were calling.

"That's fine." You mumble into the receiver, absently playing with the hem of your shirt as a blush rose to your face thinking about what Dabi would say when he saw it was you.

"Interesting...yes we can hide your name for confidential purposes. Don't say I didn't warn you though. However, you are going to the Sinners anyway so maybe you know just what you're signing up for." With that remark, the man completed your reservation, and you were set for the weekend.

Overall, it felt silly. Making the reservation made you feel silly. However, the thought of walking in, unannounced, and finding out he's unavailable would be beyond embarrassing and that was a risk you weren't willing to take.

At this point, a month has passed since your first experience there and you kept thinking the worst and having doubts that he might've forgotten about you. Hell, you only met the man once so what kind of lasting impression could've you made to make yourself be remembered?

There's no doubt he gets a lot of customers so even if he sees you, the most you'll get is a brief recognition. Right? Well, there's no going back now since I already reserved a night with him. Days leading up to your weekend with Dabi had you recalling his page in the menu he offered you before and tried to imagine how more 'intense' he could actually be. Am I jumping to him too fast?

Despite all this, you didn't bother telling your best friend about scheduling a night at the brothel because with the additional shame you already felt with needing to feel Dabis' hands on your skin again, you didn't think you could handle the teasing from her. She was still perfectly content with her boyfriend as you continued to third-wheel, all while thinking of the brothel. Every time you spaced out she would ask what's wrong and you brushed it off, but if she found out you were going back, she would connect the dots immediately.

The night of your reservation came quickly and you performed the same routine as before but knowing who you were going to see made it more rousing. You felt like dressing up for him. The pit of your stomach ached for his approval, those piercing blue eyes trailing over your body as praised growls would fall from his lips.

The thought had you adjusting the white satin lingerie piece under your clothes, anxious to get going. A little makeup this time didn't feel like it would hurt, along with fixing your hair. The length you were going for him to want you, admire you, praise you was ridiculous, but knowing you were going to see him soon, it didn't matter.

Biting your lip, you grabbed your bag and walked out the door.

~*~*~*~*

Returning to the brothel set shivers up your spine in anticipation, even knowing what to expect when walking in. This time a few people were loitering around the lobby, their small murmurs filling the intimidating atmosphere. Glancing around briefly at the same lavish foyer, your eyes land on the far wall where the same white neon sign glowed between two large pillars. 'Sinners' shone brightly back at you while enhancing the dark red door that stood beneath it. Not knowing what was behind that door, except for Dabi, was uncharted territory soon to be discovered.

With one last longing look at the door, you walk up to the desk where a man with two-toned hair sat. The red and white split combination was different and nothing like you've seen before. As soon as you stopped in front of him, heterochromatic eyes met yours and you almost gasped at his unearthly beauty. Oh...his hair matches his eyes. Wait, I think I read about him before. "Hi," you start, shifting your feet nervously as you leaned on the counter. His intense gaze held yours as you felt a strange sense déjà vu creep up your spine.

"Hello, beautiful. How may I help you?" His voice poured out like honey with an undertone of familiarity that had a flush fanning across your cheeks. He noticed and a sly smirk graced his lips as he leaned forward too, lowering his eyelids.

"I have a reservation?" The response leaves your lips in a question as you couldn't find the strength to pull yourself away from him. He chuckles and reaches up to brush against a strand of your hair, his cold thumb grazing your cheek lightly.

"Do you now?" His words were teasing and sensual, his magnetic gaze pulling you further onto the counter as if wanting to be held by him. This is not good...if I come here every time and find someone new at the desk who does this to me, I'm going to become addicted! You opened your mouth to respond only for it to fall shut again. His thumb grazes your cheek again before leading down to your chin, tilting your head up.

Allowing him to caress your face, your eyes gently traced the outline of the scar around his eye the feature only adding to his beauty and elegance. He looked so refined and dangerous at the same time making your heart skip a beat as his gaze never wavered. He quirked an eyebrow, amused, and it was then you realized you had yet to respond. "Y-yes my name is (Y/n) (L/n)."

He didn't pull away, only tilting his head in acknowledgment. "I'm jealous you know someone here to make a reservation. You should change your mind right now and say, 'Todoroki...be mine tonight' and I'll get someone right here right now," Todoroki pauses and leans in closer, his cool breath fanning over your lips as he whispers along your jawline and to your ear, "to cover my shift and we can go back to my room."

Shivers racked your body at his seductive words, the seriousness in his voice making you consider his offer. A small sigh escapes your lips making Todoroki pull back and look at your expression. Feeling the heat radiant off your cheeks, you're sure you looked a mess but he only smiled softly. Holding your gaze for a second longer, he pulls his hand away from your face, the coolness leaving with him.

"Who's the lucky guy to get such an alluring girl like yourself?" Reaching for the computer, Todoroki begins to type and you take this moment to admire his beauty some more, his long lashes fluttering whenever he looked on the screen. Your gaze drifted down to his slim fingers gliding across the keyboard and your mind starts racing on just how good his fingers would be if-

"Dabi?" The name falls out of his mouth suddenly as his hand's freeze, reading your reservation he pulled up. At the mention of Dabis' name, you jerk up quickly, remembering why you're here, a blush immediately covering your face. Todoroki turns back to you, a curious yet cold look in his eyes.

The sudden change in his attitude made you pull back a little bit, confused. He stares at you a while longer before quirking side one of his lips mockingly and turns his attention back to the screen. "Now what could my brother have done to have you coming back to him?"

"B-brother?!" Your mouth falls open in disbelief until you notice that one of his eyes did resemble the striking blue ones you're going to see soon. Clearing your throat you shift awkwardly and avert your gaze. "Actually, I haven't visited him before...I just met him last time I was here. He was-uh-sitting right where you are and I just wanted to see him again."

The more you tried to explain yourself, the more intense his gaze got. He had turned his attention to you and leaned back over the counter, coming further into your space. This time he boldly gripped your chin and tilted your head towards his own, the softness gone. "Can't say I don't blame him when someone as tempting as you walks in here. I'm afraid to admit I'm jealous after all."

His sincere confession has your knees weak, the longing in his eyes raking over your body. "Since you already reserved your night with him, we don't have to call to his room. He's already expecting you. Floor -3." Todoroki turns around to grab a keycard on a shelf and hands it over to you. As you go to pull it from his hand, he doesn't let go and instead pulls you closer, your torso now leaning over the counter.

"Are you sure you don't want to come back to my room? I promise to treat you how a princess deserves to be treated. Worshipped." Todoroki's gaze seemed almost puppy-like pouting and hopeful you'd say yes. Just as you were about to answer, the phone behind the desk started ringing and Todoroki's facial expression dropped again.

Passively, he picked up the phone. "Hello?"

You see his forehead crease slightly and he held his hand over the receiver and turned his attention back to you. "I have to take this call...come back to see me next time, (Y/n)." Gulping, you nod as he turns his attention back to the caller, clicking away at the computer.

Turning around, your eyes fixate on the red door as you take a deep breath and walk towards it, your legs feeling like jelly from Todoroki's promise. His honied voice faded as you neared the entrance fingers gripping the handles like a vice. This is it. I'm actually doing it.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the doors to a long hallway, a single elevator at the very end. The difference compared from the lavish foyer was shocking as chills broke out over your arms at the view. Before you was a darkened hallway, only lit up by the red neon lights along the bottom half of the floor. In the middle of the room was a life-sized statue of Himeros, the hallway splitting around it before connecting again on the other side.

Water channels lined ether side of the hallway, the water still and inky black from the lighting. Walking further into the room, you pass the statue and head towards the elevators, the sound of a deep bass coming from below. Reaching the elevator and with a shaky hand, you press the button, your only option being 'down.'

Stepping into the normal bright elevator and glancing back into the red room, the doors closed silently, descending you to your fate.

~*~*~*~*

The low bumping of the bass wasn't as loud as you thought it was when you arrived on Dabi's floor. When the doors opened to -3, you were surprised to see a blue-haired boy waiting for the elevator alone. Not expecting another person to be there, he mirrored your surprised expression before moving aside to let you off. He kept your gaze as he backed up in the elevator, a crazed grin forming on his face as if he recognized you.

It was almost sadistic the way he stared at you, the feeling of being analyzed suddenly making the hairs on your neck stand up in alarm. His red eyes glinted dangerously as he stuck his tongue out to lick his lips, the doors beginning to close. The last thing you saw was the way he tilted his head back slightly, the sadistic grin forming into a handsome smirk as he winked.

This place is going to kill me.

Finally turning around to head to your destination, your jaw drops in awe once again at seeing the underground design. Traces of neon blue ran throughout the halls and lounge areas, more specifically, different sized neon blue roses were spotted along the entirety of one side of the wall, fake vines filling in the empty spaces connecting them. It was beautiful.

Walking down the hall to find Dabi's room, you make a mental note to take a picture in front of that wall later. Finding his door, you toy with the edge of the room key, your brief discovery of the underground portion of the brothel ending too quickly. It scared you how much you wanted to learn about his place, not just the sex that awaited behind these rooms, but who the men were personally.

Despite your rapidly increasing heart rate, you take a deep breath and put the card in, opening the door gently. The faint smell of cigarettes hit you first followed by noticing the normally designed interior, much like Bakugou's room. Closing the door behind you, you walk further down the hall, hands sweating once the bed comes into view.

Your eyes instantly connect to the striking blue ones who had looked up hearing you come in. He was propped up against the headboard, his phone in his hand, dressed in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants. Your mouth falls open seeing his tattoos on display, his facial piercings glinting low in the light but your gaze also catches on the flashes on his chest, two silver studs surrounded by black ink. Your mouth dried up instantly.

Dabi's eyes widened before grinning widely, pushing himself off the bed. "Dollface..." Breathing out your nickname in awe, Dabi strode over to you, cupping your face in his hands, before moving one hand to the back of your neck supporting it. His touch was warm on your skin making you sigh and close your eyes, something you longed to feel again for the past month.

You dropped your bag on the floor and reached up to place your hand over his own, leaning into him. The hand on your neck began to massage your skin in gentle circles, another breathy sigh leaving your lips. Fluttering your eyes open, the way Dabi was staring at you had you biting your lip, his eyes immediately being drawn to the movement.

"You haven't changed have you," he muses, thumbing the skin under your lip. "I was wondering why I couldn't see who requested me tonight, and I must say (Y/n), I don't like secrets." The mention of your name falling from his lips made your head spin realizing he hasn't forgotten about you.

"I wanted to surprise you...if you still remembered me of course." The way you looked up at Dabi was complete innocence and you could see the faintest pink hue dusting over his cheeks making his expression soften.

"Remember you? How could I forget? Knowing you were upstairs the whole night with someone else was so hard to imagine, dollface," Dabi pauses, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "So what is it? Did Bakugou not do it for you? You need something a little more after all."

He pulls away with a smirk, stepping further into your space forcing you to take a step back. Being backed up against the wall had a heat building between your legs as Dabi blocked you with his arms. "What's it going to be, (Y/n)? Want to use a safe word with me?" His fingers brushed along the bottom of your shirt, slipping underneath to caress your stomach.

Your back arched slightly making Dabi's hand slide up more, his eyebrows furrowing feeling the satin brush along his fingertips. "Strip." Pulling his hand back completely, he goes back to blocking you while giving you space to move.

Pulling your top over your head, you toss it over the side and hear a low moan fall from his lips. You're quick to rid of your pants too, the white satin piece on full display. "Maybe I shouldn't punish you too hard for keeping your name from me if you're going to dress like this." His breath fans across your lips and you moan as he finally kisses you. The kiss was nothing but deep and sinful. Dabi stepped forward to place a leg between yours, your hips stuttering at the sudden contact.

Your moan had his tongue entering your mouth, your senses being overloaded by his presence. "White," Dabi pulled back briefly, murmuring against your lips before continuing to glide his lips against yours. "Is such..." He pulled back again, pecking your lips softly in repetitive motions before reattaching the kiss, his tongue piercing flicking against the roof of your mouth. "An innocent color." He growled out the final words, hands tracing along your body while occasionally teasing the skin under lingerie.

You gripped the back of his head for dear life, your hips rolling against his thigh as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth to bite down. "White is your word," he mumbles against your lips before pulling back to analyze your blissed-out expression. "You will call me sir and the only time I'll allow you to use my name is when you're cumming for me. You got that, dollface?"

You nod and he narrows his eyes in a warning. "Ah-yes sir," you confirm, a shameful blush appearing from saying the words out loud.

"Get on your knees."

The command had you shuddering as you dropped to your knees, Dabi's hands toying with the tie of his sweatpants. "I was going to punish you for hiding yourself from me, but seeing that you dressed up for me, I suppose I shouldn't spank you. Instead, I was thinking of fucking that pretty little throat of yours."

You had been watching the bulge in Dabi's sweatpants as he talked, his fingers teasing over himself as your mouth watered. "Please, sir," you agree, finally looking up at him.

Dabi hums appreciatively and pulls the string on his sweatpants, putting on a show as he lowered them down. His cock springs free and hits his stomach making you gasp at seeing the piercings revealed. Dabi guides his cock to your mouth, tapping the small prince albert stud against your lip. Opening your mouth obediently, you moan around his head, sucking gently on the tip.

Not wasting time, Dabi pushes further, groaning while feeling your hot wet mouth around him. Your eyes water as he breaches the back of your throat, his cock still not fully inside. Looking up at him through your blurry vision, Dabi is panting as he moves one hand into your hair to hold you still. He begins with small rolls of his hips, your saliva building up making you swallow. The feeling of your mouth constricting has Dabi's hips faltering before picking up the pace.

"Fuck dollface...you really know how to suck a cock." The raspy praise has you working even harder, tongue rolling over the piercings in deliberate swirls making sure to get the tip when he pulls back. Soon, Dabi is thrusting into your throat making you gag as drool escapes one corner of your mouth, the fast pace preventing you from swallowing it all.

Dabi pants harder, gripping your hair as he pauses the movement of his hips and moves your head so you’re down to the base of his cock. Your gag reflex is stuck as Dabi chokes you with his cock, tears falling down your face in pleasure. Just when your vision started to blacken, he pulls out of your mouth and you take a deep breath, lungs shakey when you inhale. "Good girl," Dabi purrs, stroking your hair.

"C'mon...I want to cum down that tight throat." You moan and open your mouth back up to Dabi as he guides his cock back in, picking up the same rough pace as before. The last thing you felt was his cock pulse as a low growl filled the room, cum flooding your mouth. "Don't swallow yet."

Whimpering softly at him, Dabi finally pulls back and you stare up at him a mess. Tear stains littered your face with drool covering your chin. "Stand up."

You wobble to your feet as Dabi presses you back against the wall for support. "Open"

Sticking your tongue out, Dabi hums and prods a finger in your mouth, rubbing it over your cum-covered tongue. Pulling his hand back, he wraps it gently around your throat.

"Swallow."

Keeping your mouth open, you swallow despite the constricting hand as Dabi watches, pupils blown. When you were finished he pulled his hand away and grabbed a towel off a nearby table. Closing your eyes, you let Dabi wipe your face off as he murmurs praises to you, your pussy throbbing violently from the lack of attention. "Such a good girl for me, dollface. I'm going to reward you so well, (Y/n)."

"Y-yes, sir." Your voice comes out broken and scratchy as you try to swallow a few times trying to soothe the ache in your throat.

Putting the towel aside, Dabi pulls you to him, placing gentle kisses along your neck before finding your pulse and sucking the skin into his mouth. Sobbing, you tilt your head to give him better access as his fingers undo the babydoll piece. When he was finished, he pulled back from your neck and you stepped out of the garment, his eyes raking over your body hungrily.

He picks you up and you wrap your legs around him in shock. Walking towards the bed, Dabi kisses along your collarbone, while talking low. "Now I'm really jealous I wasn't your first here. I should've ditched that night and convinced you to come with me back to my room."

You giggle lightly as he looks at you confused, laying you on the bed. "Wow, you sound like your brother."

At your comment, Dabi freezes and his face hardens making you regret your words. "I mean he was at the desk when I checked in! That's all." You hurry and try to cover your tracks, feeling small under his gaze. What's the story between those two?

The sudden feeling of fingers teasing along your pussy has you mewling, legs jumping apart. Dabi leans down right in front of your face, eyes lowered seductively as he thumbs your clit. "I'll show you I can fuck you better than he ever will. I'll make your pussy remember my cock even if you decide to visit him, you'll feel my piercings and how you came screaming my name."

You're about to respond, but Dabi thrusts one finger inside you, kissing you when you cry out. "You're so fucking wet for me...did my cock taste that good? Or did you like my hand wrapped around your throat?" Dabi purrs into your ear, pulling the lobe back and biting gently.

"Yes~ sir...please...please fuck me." It's not enough. Tears sprung to your eyes from the constant drag of his finger. Dabi smirks and pulls his finger out.

"Hands and knees."

Groaning, you force yourself over and pull yourself into position. In one smooth motion, Dabi's cock pushes in, your breath leaving your body as your pussy stretches to fit him. His groan rumbled through your body, his cock being massaged by your walls. "Holy shit you're so fucking tight, dollface...pulling me deeper like that."

Dabi begins a furious pace, making broken sounds escape your lips as you scramble for leverage on the bed. Just then, Dabi hit a spot inside of you that had you screaming, his thrusts getting more aggressive as he chuckled darkly.

A sudden hand wraps around your throat, pulling up against his chest, his thrusts never faltering. "Mine. This pussy is going to be mine tonight and you're going to remember it next time you get fucked. That piercing hit a good spot inside of you, didn't it? C'mon (Y/n), cum for me."

With his hand tightening with every word he said and the piercings rubbing inside you repeatedly, you clamp down on his cock, his name leaving you mouth in a scream your body shuddering violently. "Dabi~!"

"Fuck!" Dabi's own hips faltered from your milking, a string of curses leaving his mouth as he cums too, a warm liquid exploding deep inside your pussy. He eases his hold off your neck and pulls out, turning your back to the bed. The two of you try to catch your breath and as Dabi holds you close, brushing your hair back in a soothing motion.

"I didn't use the safe word." You point out, leaning your forehead against his solid chest. Dabi's chuckle vibrates against you making you smile.

"Our night's just getting started. I said I'd make you remember and I intend to fulfill that promise"

Going back to the brothel may have been the best mistake of your life. Not only have you spent the night there twice already, but you've managed to capture two more residents' attention. What you have yet to find out is that all the boys are close. Some...closer than others, but they do work together so that means they share stories.

And you are the most intriguing one of all that everyone is dying to meet.

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randomestpersononearth · 2 years

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Questions.

Special Victims Unit.

Dun. Dun.

(that has nothing to do with the questions post)

Yes folks!! I do still make content!! I feel like I say that everytime, but I do!! So ya! It is so lovely to see all of the growth in the fandom, and since I have ran out of memes for the time being I will continue to shove my questions out into the Inter-Verse. I have been collecting lots of questions, but due to the American School System and for some reason I can't post the specific pictures I want onto these formats, I have been a bit uninspired. I will be mostly talking about new manga stuff, since I have squeezed every last inch of content out of the anime and first two arcs.

1. What qualifications does Tigia's kid have to be an assistant supervisor?

Fyi, Taiga has a kid. And this child whose name I have neglected to learn since he just seems like an average TikTok boi, which I have too many of in my life, is an assistant supervisor, and he looks like 21?!? Ok, it's legit to have a child of yours working in your work place, but like isn't the limit to join Nanba like 22? And isn't it like very difficult to get in? Like this kid is a kid!!! That's like Auto Promoting Hitoshi!! Hitoshi would be a great supervisor in my opinion, but he doesn't have enough work experience to make him a good choice for the job. And that is why I think that Taiga just was like "Hey child, do you want a very high paying job, just for being my kid?" AND THAT IS WHAT PROBABLY HAPPENED!! I know this stuff happens all the time, but like, I didn't think Taiga would be that type of guy.

I'm kinda disappointed...

2. Where did drill hands come from?

I love Zakuro, but like why drills? I would think, that drills would be incredibly hard to manage, and would stuck to have to operate. I know that Elf and Friends doesn't really care, but aren't all of these hand choices being used by their people for THEIR convenience? Like one, when you are drilling into stuff, such as a wall or giant rock or piece of wood, there is always some extra stuff, that is there. Like in this epic picture of Zakuro, (which belongs to Sho)

Look at all of that extra stuff flying everywhere!! I know this is a manga series, so this definitely won't happen, in the canon, but um gravity exists, and at least one of those pieces should fall dangerously close to Zakuro's face. The super hero mask will not save you from that one sweetie.

In conclusion, it's just seems so difficult, and unmanageable, and a pain. Also, does Zakuro also have drill feet like Jyugo does? Since there is a shackle on their necks, would it be possible for Drill head or Knife head?

There's just so much gray area for these shackles.

3. Would everyone in Team Elf be immortal?

Like when you sign up its just BOOM your immortal now or is there some sort of thing you have to do?

Let me elaborate, I would think that Team Elf (or their fancy name, Shiki, which I think is too cool for them) would have a sort of Caste system. If you aren't a history buff or you just don't pay enough attention to history, a caste system is a medieval social status system that is quite rigid. So you can't really go up in the society without doing some magic mystery stuff to make the people of the higher class like you or you are just that pro skills.

Direct your attention to my amazingly made infographic, (I am on one today)

There is a very distinct division of power/ influence. This is only part of what I am saying so I have no idea why I made the infographic. So, we all know that Isou is immortal, due to the amount of ummm headlessness he has had during his existence in the series. So I would think that Elf, Isou, and Scar Man would be immortal.

What about the rest of these people?

Well, I think that if I was the three chosen people, I wouldn't have shared any of that shit. That's my magic mixture. But I wouldn't think it would unreasonable to assume that at least Team Elf would also be immortal or at least close, since 2 of them have been brought back from the dead, Mei and Ido are like completely indstrucable, and the rest of them are just like insane. So ya. Now we would extend the statement further. By further I mean Zak Attack, Fire Boi, and JugeMo. I would highly doubt they are immortal, but they have the Elf thing going to to prevent them from dieing, so would Elf just be Immortality? I don't even know where I was going with this one.

#nanbaka #nanbaka jyugo #nanbaka elf #nanbaka isou #nanbaka team elf #nanbaka taiga #nanbaka taigas kid #nanbaka theories #nanbaka questions #nanbaka shitposting #random thing #gravity exists people #i hope yall enjoy this #i made that infographic just for you :)#:)#nanbaka building 2 #nanbaka zakuro

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 4 years

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Hello Internet, welcome to GAME THEORY, where instead of putting a joke here I want to ask you a question. It's time to talk UNDERTALE.

Now I don't think I've ever gotten this many requests to cover a theory, (no requests times no requests is still no requests.) Anyway, across my tumblr dashboard, NO ONE has asked for this. And honestly, I'm disappointed. True loyal theorists will know that Undertale is my favorite game of all time.

Undertale is a game where every character, from goat mom to grind fodder has a sympathetic design and a unique personality, motivations, goals, fears. Whether you're saving or slaughtering them, the game makes you feel something every time you enter an encounter. But to me, one character stood out amongst all the rest. SANS. A skeleton named after the font, Comic Sans. ANYWAYS, Sans is, well, there's a lot of mystery around this guy. And before we get into it, let me put up a very special spoiler warning: UNDERTALE is a game best experienced blind. So if you haven't played it, pause your reading of this and come back after you've finished. I PROMISE YOU, I PROMISE you won't regret it. Alright, so everyone out of the pool and ready for the adult swim? Good. Because I'm feeling pretty determined to get to the bottom of Sans' mystery. So just to recap for those of you who haven't played the game and ignored the SPOILER WARNING, or just need a refresher, Sans is one of the two skeletal brothers who appears in the game. His partner is Papyrus, a loud, goofy trap lover also named after a font. But in the world of Undertale their origins are a big question mark. All you really know is what's given to us by a shopkeeper in Snowdin, who explains that Sans and Papyrus, quote, “just showed up one day and asserted themselves.” Weird, right? What's more is that, well, Papyrus is just kinda the goofy sidekick. Sans is much more complex.

He likes fart jokes, but he's also incredibly powerful and deadly serious. Not only is his boss battle the hardest in the game, he's one of the only characters who has knowledge and power over space and time. He can take shortcuts around the world through ridiculous routes. Even is walking through walls. He also acknowledges that he's only one of infinite versions of himself, making self-aware commentary of the various timelines that you've played through in the game. He can even count the number of times he's killed you. He acts like an arbiter of this world, passing out judgements on the player's actions in the game, even explaining the secrets of EXP and LOVE, or EXECUTION POINTS and LEVELS OF VIOLENCE, just to clarify. In short, he just doesn't quite fit in with the rest of the world of monsters. But then, what, or who, is he? Well, the idea that he doesn't belong in the underworld seems to be correct.

The evidence seems to point to the fact that he WAS, in fact, formerly a surface dweller. In the true pacifist ending of the game, as the group looks out onto the horizon, Papyrus asks Sans about the giant ball in the sky. Sans says, quote, “we call that the sun.” This is important because A, the usage of the word WE, and knowledge of the sun shows that Sans has a kinship or knowledge with other humans, and B, that despite he and Papyrus both being skeletons, or, supposedly, brothers, and apparently appeared in underworld at the same time, they CLEARLY have two very different histories. Why would Papyrus not know the name of the sun but Sans would?

We get further clues to Sans' origins as we hear him say multiple times he wants to "go home" or "go back." He says as much during his dinner date scene at the Mettaton hotel. He notices that the player wants to go home and says, quote, "I know the feeling." He then continues, "maybe sometimes it's better to take what's given to you." As though he ended up in the underworld by accident. AND in a genocide run during his boss fight he says, quote, "look, I gave up trying to go back a long time ago." End quote. And before you say he means going back to the surface world, that's clearly not the full story. His very next line of dialogue is, "and getting to the surface doesn't really appeal anymore either." Key word here is “EITHER.” Yes, he seems to hail from the surface and wants to go back, but based on his dialogue he no longer considers it his home. It's as though the surface world he once knew is gone, as though he's from a different time. It's pretty intriguing. So we're left with a being that appeared out of nowhere, presumably from being from the human surface, but from a different time period, who seemingly has the power to teleport. That's a lot of questions and not a lot of answers.

But here's where things get REALLY interesting. Sans has a hidden workshop that takes a fair amount of searching to find. You could say it takes a lot of DETERMINATION to unlock. Anyways, obligatory determination references aside, as you start to look for this easter egg Sans gives you a key to his room and says "it's time you learn the truth." After some searching you find the workshop which contains items that leave even more questions. A photo album featuring Sans and a bunch of smiling people you don't recognize, a badge, blueprints with illegible handwriting, and a broken machine hidden behind a curtain. In the latest update, one more detail was added. A hand-drawn picture of 3 smiling faces with the words “don't forget.”

So, what does it all mean? Well a lot of Undertale theorists have been linking these details to a feature to a character named W.D Gaster. A ghostly character who never truly appears in the game. Honestly, covering him is a theory all unto itself, and probably one best saved for another day. Even still, none of the Gaster theories I've seen have been able to explain all the details. In particular, the photo album, and the badge. And that's what kept nagging me as I researched Undertale. A badge? That one in particular really stuck out to me. Why would such an oddly specific item to be hidden in the huge easter egg of a room? Something that supposedly reveals the truth about Sans? Badges just aren't important in Undertale. Then it hit me. What if this badge isn't from Undertale? What if this badge is from a completely different series? And was, in fact, the most important badge in the history of gaming? One of the Iskall patreon badges.

Now, for those of you wondering what I'm talking about, the Iskall Patreon Badges are a pivotal item from Iskall’s patreon. You know, the one on Hermitcraft. Anyway, the Iskall Patreon Badges are a really important part of Iskall’s character. So I asked myself; what if the badge in Sans' drawer was ONE OF THOSE EXACT badges? Well first off, it made Undertale connected to my favorite youtuber, thereby making it even COOLER, but that's still a pretty big logical leap. I needed more. Let me tell you, as I started looking, more and more pieces started to fit into place.

In Hermitcraft Season 6, there are three Architechs. (This was before Stress joined in season 7.) These 3 were Iskall, Grian and MumboJumbo. And what does Sans happen to have in his other drawer? A photo album with pictures of Sans with people you don't recognize. Of course you don't know them, they're not characters present in Undertale. And note the word that's used here, PEOPLE you don't recognize. Not underworld monsters. So that's 2 items oddly linked to the Hermitcraft series.

But then, how do the blueprints and broken machine fit in? Well, in the final stretch of Hermitcraft, Iskall is the only one who hasn’t died since the Demise game, so he sells his own body to the highest bidder. Except, it comes with a cost. Everyone is poor. As a result, and with the help of ImpulseSV, the Architechs (minus Mumbo,) are forced to finally kill Iskall, ending his streak since the beginning of demise. I watched this episode in 2020 and I'm not ashamed to admit that when I first saw this scene, I cried. It's DEVASTATING.

Iskall says goodbye to his friends, his co-workers, this character you've grown to love and care about is suddenly promising to sacrifice his life. For all he knows, there is no possibility of him being able to come back after his Demise. It's this incredibly dark departure in the final moments of what was otherwise a fun, quirky, and colorful Season 6.

So what does all of this have to do with Undertale? A LOT, actually. But the first thing you need to know is that the hermits are known for their, let's say, unique written linguistic style.

That would explain the illegible handwriting on the blueprints. And the machine? I think a broken infinity portal is behind that curtain. Now that may seem like a stretch, but it actually explains a lot.

If Sans wound up in Undertale via whacky infinity portal hyjinx, it could provide a reason for why he's a skeleton. He used the machine as organic matter and suffered the consequences. Not killing him, but turning at least a part of him into a pile of bones. That could also explain why Sans has given up hope for going home. Remember the infinity portal is a time machine. By being in the underworld, he's not only in a different place, but based on how he talks, he's also in a different time, with no hope of travelling back to the time he came from. This could theoretically happen. It turned Scar into a wizard and completely disintegrated Welsknight, so the rules are… Flimsy at best.

But the crossovers between Hermitcraft and Undertale continue. In Grian’s episode, (EDIT IN TIMESTAMP) he mentions he’s amazed that Iskall only escaped his demise with a lost arm. He says Iskall had “a lot of determination to not die for real,” and that he’s going to continue to study this. Seems awfully similar to the same experiments happening in Undertale around the trait of determination, no? Especially since so much has shown that Sans was a key player in those experiments.

But I'm sure you also want physical evidence right? Well don't worry, because I have plenty. Take a look at Iskall and Sans side by side. Iskall’s left eye is replaced with a diamond loupe. Sans’ left eye glows blue when he’s mad. Both have extremely chill yet are known for their jokes and, dare I say, laugh.

In short, we have some incredibly strong proof that the Hermitcraft Cinematic Universe, (HCU) is somehow connected to the Undertale world, which brings us back to our initial question, WHO IS SANS?

Well, what if we took it one final step and said that Sans happened to be Iskall from Hermitcraft? Sent through the Infinity Portal at the end of season 6 to go to Season 7, carrying an Iskall Patreon Badge and his photo album. Not only do all the items in the workshop suddenly fit, but so does Sans’ behavior.

Remember, Sans can seemingly travel extremely quickly. And Iskall just happens to have an elytra, a device that allows people to travel hundreds of metres extremely quickly. This even explains why Sans bleeds when you finally hit him. He is, or at least, WAS, a human.

Oh and finally, Sans shares two out of five letters with the name Iskall. That's just a fun one. I thought it was worth mentioning.

But if there was any doubt, we have to look no further than the creator's previous work. Toby Fox, the man behind Undertale is actually DocM77, the creator of every hermit (besides Scar.) Now, if Toby Fox, the creator of Undertale, is also DocM77, creator of Iskall, we know they will most definitely share a universe. Which brings us back to Undertale. 2 faces, with “don't forget” written on it? It's Iskall, trying to remember his 2 friends. In short, Undertale is a continuation of Toby’s version of Hermitcraft Season 6, with Iskall never being able to get home, adopting the name Sans. The pieces all just seem to fit. Now all we need is an appearance from Ethoslab and we’ve got ourselves a true sequel.

But hey, that's just a theory. A GAME THEORY! THANKS FOR WATCHING!

#hcraft #hermitcraftheadcanons #iskall85 #iskall #TheScience!#posted 11.05.20 #long post #please note this is literally a copy paste of the actual script #with some changes #but yeah actual cred to Matt on this one

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urlocalfrogmammy · 4 years

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california dreaming—joe liebgott

inspired by:

ANON: Hey from the prompt list could you do 3 with Joe liebgott or 13 with Winters I think that could be cute☺️

y/n is fed up of war, and haguenau is the last straw. joe liebgott tries to comfort you. (prompt #3: “if you're the brains behind this, we're fucked.”

i hope i can live up to your expectations! warnings: seriously— this is sadder than usual. metions of death if that’s not up ur street, but it’s band of brothers so i’m assuming u can cope with it. word count 1k

all the men were fascinated by who would lead this patrol. the only commissioned officer in the room was a new one, straight out of west point. lieutenant jones. he was creamy faced and his voice and demeanour screamed privilege. you didn't like him in the slightest. he had no experience, and he stuck out like a sore thumb. he reminded you of training, with his naive nature, and the way you'd all felt about the army before you'd been in combat. all levels of professionalism had dissipated now, you were more than colleagues. that didn't seem to click in mind.

he wore a signet ring on one hand, you caught it shining in the light. you found yourself spinning the ring you wore, the one your joe gave you in england, on your finger. you wondered if the pair of you would make it to california again, or if you would both die on this patrol. you had no idea what sink was thinking, having a patrol. the germans were finished. that's what perconte told you. stretching your arms up above your head until you heard the pop you wanted, you sighed, slowly walking up and down the strip next to the table. "stop pacing." babe chastised you, pulling you down between him and grant. "i'm worried."

"come on. he can't be leading."

"i'm not sure what they've decided."

"no way. not on his first day." chuck shook his head and lit you up a cigarette.

"well, do you see any other officer here?"

you heard footsteps, but they weren't from captain winters. cobb, skinny, garcia and alley came swanning in. "they call you too?" popeye asked. there was a rumble of a 'yes' from the men.

moe leaned on the table. "so who's in charge of this bullshit?"

lieutenant jones looked over to you all. "if you're the brains behind this, we're fucked." you paused before adding the deliberately omitted: "sir." liebgott chuckled at you and pulled on your sleeve, urging you to sit next to him. you complied, settling yourself on the arm of his chair.

"no he ain't."

"if he ain't, it's you chuck. or y/n or shifty, or moe." babe announced, nudging you.

"it won't be me." you piped up. "i'm not even a staff sergeant."

"you're one of our best tacticians. that would be better than him." liebgott quirked.

"ten-hut!" winters was here. you signed again, standing up and at attention.

"jesus."

"at ease."

the plan seemed simple. four rubber boats, get across the river, get the prisoners, get out. if the house is empty, blow it up. lieutenant jones was just observing, much to everyone's relief. it was johnny martin who was leading the patrol, a capable leader who you respected.

"picked your assault team?"

"mcclung, sisk, cobb, garcia and webster, as translator. the rest of you guys, a base of fire with sergeant y/n and sergeant grant." he threw a whistle at you, and grant. "you speak german, right webster?"

"yeah, a little bit."

"good. that's my team sir." you raised your eyebrows with a little smile at liebgott, in reference to the palpable tension between martin and webster. liebgott smirked back.

"questions?"

"no sir."

"good. good luck."

"thank you sir."

jones called out: "ten-hut!" which was instantly followed by winters calling:

"as you were, carry on."

jones looked embarrassed. "aw." you mumbled to chuck, "poor lamb!"

"a little german." liebgott spat, looking up at webster. "his german is as good as mine."

webster got joe off the hook. he didn't have to go on the patrol. behind one of the houses in haguenau, you both could have a little privacy. you lit him a cigarette, something you didn’t have to do often. joe only smoked when he was worried, or stressed, or had nothing better to do. clinging to you, he begged: “be safe, y/n. promise me—”

“i’m not even going in the damn house.”

“but still. don’t get hurt.” you leaned up and wrapped your arms around his neck. spying around to check there was no one to see, you crashed your lips into his. reciprocating your action, your lips moved against one another gently. you pulled away, “i love you joe.”

“i love you too.”

you crawled into your bed. martin had softly sent you away. jackson was dead, killed by his own grenade. you were distraught. no one was supposed to get hurt, not now, and yet here you were, crying into your arm. liebgott was in the bunk above you, and he hadn't been on the patrol. more importantly, there was no one you'd rather cuddle with than him. "joe." you poked him. "joe!"

"goddamnit, what?"

"i can't sleep." you could hear your own voice wobble.

"alright, come here doll." clambering into his bed, you felt yourself shaking, not from the cold but from the shock of that evening. "god, your safe." he cupped your face in his hands. "you're safe."

"jackson's dead."

"christ." he pulled you into his chest, one hand stroking the back of your neck, the other caressing your hip. "he was a baby, joe. a fucking baby." you felt joe's breathing next to you, ragged from shock.

"yeah he was." you nuzzled your nose into his neck, feeling the scar from where the bullet clipped it in holland. all you could see were the images of eugene's face, all burned and bloodied, his quivering body as he begged for someone to keep him alive. you sobbed harder, joe clutching you and peppering your hair with soft kisses.

"i was thinking about home before. about california."

"do you miss it?"

"yeah. i miss it a lot joe."

"we'll be back soon." he murmured, kissing your hair again and smoothing it down. "i love you, y/n."

"i love you too." placing your ear onto his chest, you sighed and let joe’s heartbeat lull you into sleep. you didn’t need to say anything to each other, just to be with one another. things were shitty, but they going to get better. that, you could only pray for.

#band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #hbo war #joe liebgott #band of brothers fanfic #joe liebgott x reader #joe liebgott x you #joe liebgott imagine

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Table of Contents

I. General Information

II. Personality information

III. Weapons & Abilities/Skills

IV. Design

V.Relationships

VI. Backstory

VII.Theme song

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I.General Information

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ıllıllı-Designation-ıllıllı

‹Divewing›

ıllıllı-Height-ıllıllı

‹34ft tall›

ıllıllı-Age-ıllıllı

‹3,000,000. Acts 24-human years›

ıllıllı-Gender-ıllıllı

‹Femme›

ıllıllı-Sexuality-ıllıllı

‹Heterosexual›

ıllıllı-Occupation-ıllıllı

‹Depends on the role-play›

ıllıllı-Homeworld-ıllıllı

‹Cybertron›

ıllıllı-Creation Type-ıllıllı

‹Cold Constructed›

ıllıllı-Faction-ıllıllı

‹Autobots(former Decepticon)›

ıllıllı-Rank-ıllıllı

‹Seeker(Formally)›

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II.Personality Information

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-ˏˋ-Good Qualities-ˊˎ-

‹1.Clever›-Divewing is very clever, being one to learn quick and understand. She will even apply her own ideas to ones plan if their plan seems faulty and could cost them the mission.

‹2.Humorous›-She often likes to make jokes here and there when she is around others. She usually does this when there are those having a down day.

‹3.Compassionate›-Divewing is compassionate when it comes to her friends and others in danger. But she tries her best to hide this side of her the best she can.

‹4.Ambitious›-Divewing is ambitious most of the time when on missions because she absolutely hates being a failure. So, she can be determined to succeed.

‹5.Obedient›-She is an Obedient femme, meaning she will follow orders and listen to her superiors, no questions asked.

-ˏˋ-Bad Qualities-ˊˎ-

‹1.Aggressive›-Divewing has a high temper and a lot of things can set her off most of the time. Such as people talking bad to her about her past, or if someone aggravates her, pushes her buttons to the point where her aggression can and will click.

‹2.Naughty›-There are many definitions for this word "Naughty", and well Divewing's type of naughty is that she can be very seductive, lewd, and she usually pulls this stunt to get that she wants.

‹3.Blunt›-Meeting her for the first time, Diveing will always be blunt and rude the first few conversations meaning she acts as if she wants to push those close to her away from her problems.

‹4.Killjoy›-Divewing isn't that much of a killjoy since she'd like others to experience what she did. However, if it's people she doesn't like and can't tolerate she will spoil literally everything for him.

‹5.Dishonest›-She is a dishonest person alright, during her time as a Decepticon all she did was tell lies to her superiors. But unlike most lying bots she showed confidence in her lies to make most of them think she is being completely honest.

-ˏˋ-Fears-ˊˎ-

‹1.Starscream›-Divewing fears this ruthless and cruel mech because of the things he did to her during her time on Earth. He tortured her. Scarred her. Made sure to leave dent so that she would always remember and never forget what she did.

‹2.The Past›-She doesn't like hearing about her past since it can trigger PTSD meaning she can get aggressive, upset.

‹3.Losing the ability to fly›-This is something that she fears the most because she's come to enjoy flying as it helps her clear her mind, and relax. If this ability is taken away from her she will be devastated.

-ˏˋ-Likes-ˊˎ-

‹1.Making jokes›-She likes to make jokes to try and cheer others up around her, or she tries to make herself laugh if she's feeling down herself.

‹2.Flying›-This is something she has always loved doing ever since her construction. Flying allows her to feel free. Feel relaxed. Feel as if nothing in the world matters but the beauty above the clouds.

‹3.Listening to what humans call music›-Music is something she never got to experience back on Cybertron. But on earth she got experience all sorts of music such as Metal, Country, Rap, and Classic Rock. She found herself liking Classic Rock music since it seemed to fit her style.

‹4. Training›-Divewing likes to practice her shooting here and there when feels rusty and she'll even practice with her sword.

-ˏˋ-Dislikes-ˊˎ-

‹1.Predacons›-Divewing isn't one who likes to be around predacons because she's seen what they are capable of and unless you're a Prime, it's best to keep your distance and not antagonize them.

‹2.Being injured›-She knows no one doesn't like being injured but when she's injured it really messes with her mind because she knows she won't be able to help unless she has healed.

‹3.Losing friends›-Divewing hates it when she loses those close to her. She lost many during the war on Cybertron, and lost a few more when she arrived on Earth. The femme hasn't lost anyone since but if she does she knows it will hurt so much.

‹4.Magnetic fields›-Everyone should know why she hates this, I mean she's made of metal and after that mission that both Breakdown and Airachnid failed let her know what that weapon is capable of.

-ˏˋ-Attractions-ˊˎ-

‹Divewing is attracted to mechs. But she has her preferred sparkmate. She is attracted to a mech who is taller then her, smart, funny, with blue and or red optics. She can also be attracted to mechs who are bulky as Megatron and Optimus Prime(no she isn't attracted to them).›

-ˏˋ-Overall Personality-ˊˎ-

‹Divewing is a very challenging person to get to know since she pushes mostly everyone away from her circle. She doesn't socialize with others that much and when she is, she can be very blunt with her words. But when it comes to something she wants, the femme can be very seductive and naughty to get what she wants. However if you are someone who is close to her, Divewing will not only show compassion but she will protect those who mean a lot to her. She sometimes drinks to get away from her past, or tries to cut any ties that could remind her of who she was in the past.›

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III.Weapons and Abilities/Skills

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Weapons

‹Divewing has many weapons but with her being a seeker she follows after the second in command of the Decepticon cause, Starscream when it comes to her weaponry. When in Jet mode she can fire slow rate machine guns and lock on missiles that do take a while before blowing up if it doesn't manage to hit it's target. When in Robot mode however, she has two blasters on the sides of her arms that is her slow rate machine guns when she is in Robot mode. The femme also carries a sword, a sword that she uses when in close quarters combat as this blade is always sharpened, and when she unsheathes it from her back it will give off this red glow around the edges, like the sword is heating up on the sharp ends.›

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Abilities

1.-‹Divewings first ability surrounds flight. When it comes to flying she isn't the best at it but she believes she is decent enough to escape someone, or catch up to someone. When it comes to dodging missiles she is very agile in aerial combat, sometimes transformering and going into hover mode where she could have an easier chance to dodge an incoming missile. She can also be very lethal with her attacks if her aggression is pushed to its limits.›

2.-‹Divewing's second ability surrounds servo to servo combat. She was trained by her mentor, Archangel(a friends OC), and this mech taught her how to properly handle herself when in close quarters combat. He taught her when to strike her opponent but also taught her to not back down. However when her aggression has been pushed she can be very cocky and with that she will lose the fight. Archangel told her about this, but she never learned to control that side of her. Archangel even taught her how to swing a sword properly which is where she gets her skills from but he never finished her training due to events that transpired.›

3.-‹Divewing's third ability surrounds stealth. The seeker is known for her stealth thanks to the humans of course. If she didn't scan the Chinese Jet that was made by humans she wouldn't be able to cloak herself and hide herself from others. This cloaking device gives her the ability to sneak past those undetected in front of her. Not only does this device cloak herself, but it also silences the noises she makes. But using this ability can and will drain most of her energy. If she does decide to shoot, or even speak the cloaking device will shut off.›

4.-‹Divewing's last ability surrounds her seductive side. Now when it comes to this ability of hers it's something she uses to get what she wants when she wants. She may be a heterosexual bot but she doesn't mind seducing a fellow femme to get what she wants. Divewing uses her charm, and this seductive tone to pull the mech and or femme into a trap where she would leave their processer blank and take what ever it is she wanted only to leave them where they stood.›

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Skills

Strength-‹6/10›

Agility-‹ 10/10›

Intelligence-‹6/10›

Charisma-‹10/10›

Common Sense-‹5/10›

Social-‹4/10›

Endurance-‹5/10›

Flexibility-‹8/10›

Wisdom-‹ 2/10›

Tactical-‹ 2/10›

Speed on Land-‹5/10›

Speed in Water-‹2/10›

Speed in Air-‹9/10›

Dominate-‹5/10›

Submissive-‹5/10›

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‹Divewings frame is that of a seeker, taking after Starscreams body and but she has a feminine shape to herself. However she looks different from Starscream due to the colors she holds and the different variation she seems to have.›

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1.Primary-‹A solid black color that gives off a small glare when the sun shines into her primary color.›

2.Secondary-‹A matte red that trails along her wings, and chassis and colors some spots on her helm.›

3.Tertiary-‹Her tertiary is a dark grey, the metal limbs that hide underneath her armor mostly.›

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FC-31 stealth fighter Jet

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‹Across her arms and legs she has these sharp points that slightly stick out giving her frame a more intimidating towards those who are shorter then her. She has this point on her helm with a yellow light in the center of it and she also has a visor that she uses when in combat to stop anything from coming at her that could shoot out her optics.›

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ஓ๑♡V.Relationships♡๑ஓ

ஓ๑♡Friends♡๑ஓ

-‹ ›(Sadly she does not have any yet)

ஓ๑♡Amica Endura♡๑ஓ

-‹ ›(N/A)

ஓ๑♡Conjux Endura♡๑ஓ

-‹ ›(N/A)

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VI.Backstory

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Divewing is a former Decepticon turned Autobot. The day she left the Decepticons was a choice that caused great pain within her but it also gave her something she never had, freedom. Ever since they arrived on Earth, Megatron the Decepticon leader has been craving to exterminate the Autobots even if it meant destroying this planet which Divewing found to be beautiful, very beautiful. Especially when it came to nature as she is a femme who prefers to be left alone and roam the planet to experience everything about it. Joining the Autobots however was hard, most of them never trusted her with anything because of her past and the people she killed during the war on Cybertron. She couldn't handle the hatred she kept getting from them all so, she left and deserted the Autobots to experience this planet's beauty without anyone ordering her to do this, or do that.

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Her old Backstory

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Divewing's story begin on Cybertron that was on the brink of going dead due to the war between the Autobots, and Decepticons. Divewing was cold constructed meaning sparks were produced at such a rapid rate that they had to be stockpiled until new bodies could be constructed; The Divided Self their energies were frozen in photonic crystals, which would be placed inside the new bodies in order to thaw out, hence the term "constructed cold". Back to her story. When Divewing came to be she joined the Decepticon Armada to only become a seeker for Starscreams fleet of seekers. During the war on Cybertron she did a lot of missions with Starscream most of them ending in success, and the ones that didn't succeed the squad of seekers would have to speak to Megatron about their failure. Starscream would get the punishment for the failure as the other ones never got their own punishment from their Lord, and master. As the war raged on Cybertron, their core known as Primus begin to shut off, which indicated that their plant had finally died. Although, when the Autobots left Cybertron and scattered across the galaxy the Decepticons took their warship and left Cybertron a few days after. The Autobots took refuge on a planet called Earth, only a certain amount of Autobots took refuge on the planet, but their were still many more about scattered across the stars. Eventually the Decepticons made their way to Earth in hopes to cyber form it until they discovered Autobot energy signatures on Earth. The Decepticons made their touch down in the middle of the desert on planet Earth as most of them were aware of the indigenous lifeforms here known as humans, and they did not care about the planets lifeforms but Divewing felt differently she might have been a Decepticon but she refuses to attack smaller, and innocent lifeforms. She just hopes that she does not come across any humans, especially if Starscream is present because he'll probably expect her to destroy the human.

After a few weeks of being on this planet called Earth Starscream, and Divewing only went on a certain amount of missions that had no importance to the cause, that was until she found it these missions were kept secret from Megatron, and the other Decepticons aboard the warship. Divewing is more loyal to Starscream, but now she is beginning to have second thoughts about Starscream, the Decepticon Armada, about everything. She never knew the reason to why, or what the Autobots were fighting for but whatever it was she knew that their cause had a better meaning then constant death, destruction, and suffering. Divewing has had her fair share of death, as she has murdered Autobots but she never took enjoyment out of it, but she noticed Starscream, Megatron, and others did enjoy scrapping a few Autobots here, and there. One day when Starscream took Divewing to one of the mines that is stored with energon there Starscream talked to her about getting rid of Megatron so, that he could have control over the Decepticons. Divewing has always agreed on everything with Starscream, but she couldn't so, she stayed quiet throughout the entire time he was talking about murdering their Lord and Master. The femme didn't agree on this plan, she didn't agree on much the Decepticons, or Starscreams plans anymore. However, during their trip to the mine Megatron came onto their communication systems to tell them about how they found something that could lure out the Autobots, meaning capturing the human lifeforms and use them as bait. Yet another plan Divewing didn't agree with, and one that she couldn't take part in but Starscream made her on their way back to the ship and by the time they got there Megatron ordered Starscream to gather a few humans and take them to the coordinates on his navigational systems, and that's exactly what Starscream did. Divewing stayed behind on the warship as she planned to try, and find a way to contact the Autobots so, she made her way to the communication console within the ship as she started leave behind a hidden message that only the Autobots shall receive, but they also couldn't tell who the sender was. "To any Autobots that read this message, the Decepticons are here on Earth and they know you are here too. Megatron plans to grab a few humans, and use them to lure you out of hiding. Please, stop Megatr-" Then her message was cut off as she was found out by Soundwave who knocked her unconscious and cuffed her down on a table in the Medical room.

After a few days of being a prisoner of the Decepticons she was expecting her spark to be extinguished anymoment, anyday. But that never came until Starscream entered the room with a disappointed look on his faceplate, then that look soon turned to a menacing look as he extended out his digits to make them look sharp, and Knockout entered the room to give Starscream a stunner. For hours, days, and weeks Starscream tortured the femme seeker as she has cuts all over her chassis with energon leaking from the slits, and burnt marks from the tazer he hits her with. But one day Starscream didn't attend to torturing, and Divewing heard blaster fire on the other side of the door, then it opened. A Autobot mech by the name of Bumblebee, and a Autobot femme by the name of Arcee were here on this ship accidental, and when the two saw a Decepticon lying on the table with cuts, and burnt marks they were udderly confused, and worried for the femme on the table. So what these two did were unexpected as they helped her off the ship thanks to a mech by the name of Ratchet opened a groundbridge off the ship. But the groundbridge didn't take them to the base as they didn't quite trust the bot they just saved as the portal took them to a secluded spot in the forest, then another portal opened up behind them with Ratchet and his medical kit in hand, and Optimus Prime. The four Autobots saw the damage on the Decepticon femme as Arcee, and Bumblebee explained how they found her, which let Optimus know that she must have betrayed Megatron. Ratchet patched cut after cut, and soon the femme opened her optics an hour later to see that she was surrounded by Autobots.

Divewing was scared, and incredibly vulnerable to attack but they didn't attack her and she didn't know why. Optimus Prime spoke to her about Megatron, and asked her if she had turned her backs on their cause she told them all of what she did and when they heard her say she was the one who gave them the message about the humans being used as bait. They didn't know what to say about this femme, and didn't know to trust her or not yet they did know she has turned against the Decepticons, and Optimus asked her if she would be willing to join their cause and fight for humanity. Divewing hesitated at the question but agreed to join the Autobot cause, and days later she had the Autobot badge on her wings and given the rank of recruit. However during her time with the Autobots they hardly trusted her to be allowed near the groundbridge controls, or allow her to travel out of the base alone.

A week later she finally was aloud to go on a mission with Bumblebee, and Arcee to find any energon mines the Decepticons were occupying, and where they were mining for energon as they were sent to clear it out and take the energonenergon back to base. The three bots cleared it out but Divewing got wreckless, and threw one of the Decepticon troops to a wall that was very sensitive wall as the entire cave begin to shake as walls, and rocks ripped off the cavern walls to only fall down on top of Divewing, Bumblebee, and Arcee but a groundbridge opened in time for them to escape, and so they escaped through the portals that let them back into base. Of course since they survived Arcee got mad and shouted at Divewing, which angered as well because there was no way she could have known that was a soft wall. Optimus explained to Divewing that she cannot be so wreckless during missions as she must play it safe so her, and the team can make it back home. Divewing understood his words but she couldn't follow them, she didn't want to follow any orders anymore. So the next day Divewing was no where to be seen in the base but she did leave a transmission for the Autobots. "I am not betraying any of you, I choose to leave because I do not think I am ready to be a member of a team and I hope most of you can see that. I will come back once I am ready, and if you ever need me at anytime, don't hesitate to contact me. Divewing out."

@zen-drift for making one of the art piece's for my OC here!

#transformers #oc #idw transformers #starscream

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