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2af-afterdark · 11 months

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Come Hell or High Water

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con Category: F/M Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Relationships: Main Character/Asmodeus Characters: Asmodeus, Main Character Additional Tags: afab!mc (she/her), noncon, non-consensual drug use, somnophilia, size difference, vaginal fingering, victim blaming, vaginal sex, Asmo is delusional as hell, fic follows the ‘demons will be demons’ rules so don’t expect anyone to be good here Summary: There’s a new human living in the House of Lamentation and Asmodeus is not impressed. That is, until the day he finds that she isn’t charmed just from being in his mere presence. He’s never seen someone who hasn’t fallen for him instantly in some way before and it drives him mad. If she won’t fall for him on her own, he’ll have to pull some strings to make her fall for him, one way or another. After all, it’s not his fault that she chose to do things the hard way… A/N: Thanks for the request and for being patient with me! Not going to lie, I love addictive cum as a monster fucking/magic concept. I went a bit on the darker end for this one (as in, this is where demons live and they will do what they want while using whatever reasoning justifies their actions). Dark fics heal my tired brain. Word Count: 2.8k

He didn’t care for her at all. Not at first. She was just another human out of the billions that should have been prostrating themselves before him for a microsecond of his attention. Worse yet? She wasn’t even interesting in a way that made her stand out among the rest of the rabble. If anything, she started as far less interesting than a common rodent because at least they scurried about and terrified people who were so much larger than them. She, on the other hand, had no magic, no talent, and a perfectly average face – although everyone was average at best when compared to him.

But perhaps he had judged her too quickly. After all, when Asmodeus looked deep into her eyes to charm her, she felt absolutely nothing. It was as if he was just another person to her. It was new to have someone who wasn't immediately taken in by his alluring eyes and that only made him want to chase her all the more. After all, it wasn't often he met a challenge like her and he wanted to savor the hunt while he found a way to break her down.

If that way was by using a few tools to help awaken the feelings she should have had, who could fault him? It was, after all, his right to be adored by everyone who saw him and she was the one breaking the terms of that unspoken agreement. She should have simply given into his powers to begin with if she didn’t want this outcome to occur.

So he asked Satan, oh so sweetly as brothers do, to find him a potion or a cursed object that would – hypothetically, of course – put someone in a dazed state that wasn’t quite asleep but also wasn’t aware enough to fight against anything that may be happening around them.

Satan gave him some sweet, refreshing smelling incense the next day – no questions asked because he literally didn’t care what Asmodeus was going to use them for.

Asmodeus smiled at her with a sickeningly sweet smile as he played out the events of tonight on repeat in his head. If any of his brothers noticed that he was clearly planning something they didn’t say a word – because, again, they really did not care. The human should have learned on her own by now that she couldn’t trust any demon in the Devildom and that there wasn't a single one of them that was completely harmless– aside from Mammon, but he was too stupid to realize that Asmodeus had something in mind for their houseguest.

Normally, he would be one to go to bed early to ensure that he got enough sleep to maintain his skin's healthy, youthful glow, but tonight was special. Tonight was his precious first time with his human that would make them irrevocably fall for him. They just had to fall asleep first so he could begin.

After the house went dark and quiet, Asmodeus left his room dressed only in his silk sleeping robe. The halls creaked loudly with each step – or, it seemed loud because of just how silent everything else was. The building was so still that the only noise as he walked to her room came from the gentle snores of his brothers, the settling frame of the house, and Beelzebub's obnoxious barely conscious munching coming from the kitchen as he passed by.

It was as if the entire world slowed down just for him – just for this moment – and would ensure nothing got in his way.

He didn't hesitate to turn her doorknob. He didn't think twice to open it and slip inside once he found it was unlocked. He also didn't stop his thoughts from turning to delight at her naive foolishness in trusting a house full of demons enough to leave her door unlocked in the middle of the night.

With nimble fingers, he withdrew a sweet-smelling ball of reddish-purple grass from the pocket of his robe and turned it over in his hands to examine it.

Satan had said that if he planned to use it – again, hypothetically– it would need to be lit and allowed to smolder rather than burn. The smoke it let off wouldn't affect a conscious person, but anyone that was already in a dazed state would be unable to come out of it. He just needed to wait ten minutes after lighting it for the smoke to get into her system.

So he lit it and waited.

Ten minutes later, when he was certain she had inhaled enough of the smoke for it to be dancing through her bloodstream, Asmodeus dragged his fingers over the tightly pulled fabric of the t-shirt she had worn to bed, tracing intricate patterns across her body and savoring her little unconscious whines and whimpers that told him that she was deep enough under not to wake up but not so far under to be entirely unresponsive. In fact, he couldn't help but smirk victoriously as her pretty nipples began to poke through the fabric straining to hold them back.

"Does it feel good?" Asmodeus song-sang as he slipped a hand under the hem of her shirt.

His fingers danced along the smooth expanse of her skin, traveling over her slowly rising and falling tummy until he met her breast and could feel its weight in his hand.

Her soft, delicate moans were music to his ears.

"You're simply ravishing, my dear. Not as beautiful as me, of course, but I won't hold that against you." He cupped her breast and gave it a taunting squeeze. "Not so long as you don't mind me holding you in return."

He licked his lips, practically salivating at the sight of her lying there so completely vulnerable. She couldn't say it with her own voice, but he knew he was making her feel good with just his caresses by the way her mouth gently opened and moans poured out.

"Shh. You'll wake up the others if you're too loud and I don't want to ruin our private moment."

Every ticking second made him shiver in anticipation. If any part of his plan fell apart, if she suddenly resisted the incense or if one of his brothers suddenly decided to care about his strange behavior, he may have found himself in a compromising position. As things stood, however, she was helplessly shackled to her own vulnerability and he had free reign to do with her as he pleased. And, oh, it would be his pleasure to make her fall for him at last, one way or another.

"You're so lucky," he cooed in hushed tones as he leaned in close to make sure she heard him, even in her dazed state. "No one ever gets my attention like this. No one except you."

He grabbed the fabric of her shirt in his fist and pulled the bottom up high until her breasts spilled out and he could admire her bare chest in full.

"Is playing hard to get fun? It must be, because there's no other reason for you to be so frigid with me." His voice was laced with venom, even as he smiled. "Don't worry. You'll love me soon and then we'll be the best of friends."

Asmodeus' mouth latched onto one of her nipples and began to suck. Down below, his hand slipped past the band of her pajama pants and slid into her underwear to rub his fingers over her clit.

The way he touched her wasn't kind. He didn't mean for it to be. Even though he wanted her to fall for him, he also had a bruised ego that demanded retribution. That's why he didn't mind sucking on her chest a little too hard or pressing on her clit so violently that, as he massaged it, her whimpering turned to expressionless crying.

He bit the hardening nub that rose to meet him before flicking his tongue across it to soothe whatever pain he may have caused. Then he bit her again for the joy of knowing he could do whatever he wanted without her protesting. Pliant partners that he could do as he wished with were truly the best. She would learn that soon enough.

His fingers left her throbbing clit and slithered down her slit until he found her entrance. Slowly, he began to push two of his fingers – an amount that was clearly too much for her given how forcefully her body fought not to open for him – into her wet hole. He forced her to take him all the way to the knuckle so he could feel her deepest parts, so he could assault and train her body the way he liked it.

"Isn't this nice?" he chuckled as he pinched her opposite nipple with his unused hand. "Even though you act so cold toward me, your body is greedy for more."

And that was enough.

Asmodeus kept touching her until her thighs were slick with her own juices and her body trembled as it stretched to accommodate him.

He would have lost himself completely to simply touching her and indulging in her warmth, but, just as he was delving deeper into her, he heard an almost imperceptibly low groan. It was the kind of thrusting groan one only made when they were rudely awoken from a night of restless sleep, and it was coming from her.

He stopped playing with her chest to look at her face.

She was still expressionless, clearly entirely unaware of what was happening, but her eyes were somehow staring directly at him. Even in her barely conscious state, it looked like she was accusing him.

Just beneath his robe, his cock pulsed with desire.

"You can't wait, can you? Don't worry. I won't tease you any more." He pulled back his hands – her dripping pussy making a lewd squelching sound that made him shake with delight as he withdrew his fingers – and moved to open his robe.

As the silken garment fell to the ground, his lithe body -- still so much larger than hers by quirk of being a demon despite him being shorter than the rest of his brothers -- trembled. If he had any sense of shame, he may have hesitated to show off what she'd done to him; that her constant game of cat and mouse had gotten him so riled up that finally catching her made him so hard he couldn't hide it.

"Look what you've done," he chastised with a song in his voice and a smile on his face as he spread her legs open wide and settled between them. "Now, be a good little human and take responsibility for what you've done."

He thrust his hips forward, sinking deep into her warmth with one movement and moaning at how tightly she squeezed him. The moment he was inside of her, it felt like he'd found something he didn't know he'd been missing. It was like her pussy was made to cradle his dick and her body molded itself just for him.

How could a human, especially one as mediocre as her, feel so perfect?

Asmodeus rolled his hips against her, groaning each time the tip of his cock kissed the back of her warm walls. He loved the feeling of her so much that he wanted to rip her open and feel every part of her in full.

"Were you planning to hide your sinful body from me forever," he babbled as he started to slam into her at a frantic pace, "or were you just playing hard to get?"

Wake up.

He wanted her to fight against the smoke running through her veins and wake up so she could see firsthand how her body was being changed to fit him; how she was being changed to adore him. He wanted her to understand why she couldn't fight her desires to worship his very existence after tonight. Once he was finished with her, she would be better; she would be another of his admirers.

Once he left a part of himself inside of her, her fate would be sealed. Even she wouldn’t be able to fight against his charm once it infected her from the inside, greedily accepted by her most intimate place.

He placed her hands on either side of her face and smiled down at her with manic glee. "Are you watching? Can you see how you’re falling for me?"

He knew she wasn’t, not in any meaningful way at least, but it didn’t make him any less giddy, especially not when she unconsciously started cumming around his cock. She was going to be his. This human who had fought against his charms for so long was going to fall for him at last and then there really wouldn’t be a person in any realm who didn’t desire him. She would be the jewel in his crown of sycophants. He would indulge her needs for the rest of her life, even if only to remind himself how it felt to achieve something seemingly impossible each time he sunk into her pleading cunt.

That was all he needed to think about in order to find his eventual release. He rammed into her one last time, pressing against her as he emptied everything he had deep inside of her warmth.

The following day, after he had left her in that spoiled bed of hers with her used and abused hole dripping his seed, he was all smiles. His cheer was sickening and over exaggerated, even for him, but he didn’t care; he was too pleased with himself to let anything bring down his mood.

It wasn’t until his precocious little human came to join the family meal that he really felt accomplished though. She looked awful, eyes red from tears and face sunken in absolute misery. When Lucifer asked what was wrong with her, however, she couldn’t answer him. She took one glance – a knowing one – at Asmodeus and turned on her heels to escape the entire situation. It was adorable how she didn’t even try to explain herself. So adorable that he couldn’t help but barge into her room after he’d convinced the others to let him be the one to check on her – a simple task because no one else beside Mammon wanted to do it, and he was easy to outplay.

Asmodeus was also disappointed that her door still wasn’t locked. Even after experiencing firsthand the consequences of leaving herself so exposed, she still didn’t take precautions. Of course, it could also be that she was inviting him inside in her own way.

And what an invitation it was.

The entire room reeked of sex as soon as he stepped inside. It was so much stronger than when he’d left her last night, and it wasn’t hard to figure out why as he neared the human-sized pile of sheets on the bed. The most delightful moans and whimpers came from below the sheets as they shook.

He grabbed the edge of the sheets.

“If you’re going to put on a show,” he yanked the covers away from her and was pleased to find her hand down her pants as he expected, “you need an audience.”

The little yelp she made as she tried to pull her hand away in an attempt to hide her actions was music to his ears.

Her attempt to smack him was not, however.

“None of that now.”

He had to grab her wrists to stop her from flailing about and potentially scratching his beautiful face.

He moved both of her wrists to one hand – the benefit of being a species that was so much larger than hers.

“You were looking last night, weren’t you? You experienced firsthand how wonderful it was to lie with me. No one and nothing will ever make you feel that good ever again.”

With his now free hand, he ran a single finger along her clothed sex and watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body convulsed in pleasure. She looked so much like a dying animal twitching before it finally expired that it made him laugh.

“You’re so cute like this, but I’m not so cruel to leave you frustrated forever.” His smile went far too wide and a glint of pure malice, evil, and desire twinkled in his eyes. “Beg nicely and I’ll show that pleasure again.”

As soon as her body stopped twitching, she looked at him with hazy eyes that could only show just how ruined she really was. Somewhere in the very back of her mind, she had to know that there was no coming back from the euphoria she’d been shown. Even if she hated it and cursed his very existence, no one could go back to their everyday normal after experiencing the best that all of eternity would have to offer.

Her lips parted only enough to let out a small squeak of a request. “Lord Asmodeus, won’t you let me feel your lust one more time?”

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mikage-rehoe · 6 months

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Fatherhood (fa-ther-hood) /ˈfäT͟Hərˌho͝od/ n. The state of being a father.

From the Kitty Archives☆: In celebration of hitting another milestone, I welcome you all to a wonderful collab full of the ups and downs of being a father—Oh My Daddy! Collab, an open SFW collaboration event.

Click here for the original masterpost; to old collab participants, you have the option to either stay or drop off the collab (no need to inform me) /gen

☆ Open for writers and artists of all ages (no need to follow me).

☆ The theme for this collab event is ‘dads/fathers/fatherhood'.

☆ Fandoms are Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, Obey Me, Blue Lock.

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outworldletters · 4 months

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My lovely apprentice.

I hope I have taught you enough for you to know you should not touch suspicious letters that you have found under your pillow with your bare hands.

But if you did, there is no telling what the magic I imbued these words with will do to you. Please, tell me if you feel any strange urges immediately. Like the urge to kiss me.

Just kidding! Actually, you won't be able to unglue your eyes from my words. I mean, literally. Try throwing this letter away from you.

You can’t, right?

it appears that your senses of caution haven’t improved under my tutelage

Anyway, I should have your undivided attention, no? Be a good apprentice and listen to my words.

Did I tell you we are invited to the Owlight Festival Ball? We are tasked with making sure there is no foul play in the main event. Therefore, I have been developing this gluing spell.

The ball takes place after dinner, once the street food stalls have closed and night has fallen. Lanterns of all shapes and sizes are hung on the canopy of trees, their gentle glow illuminating the dance floor covered in wildflowers. The air is filled with the sweet, succulent fragrance of nectar and the smell of underhand shenanigans I will explain later.

To take part in the ball, the guests must don their moths and butterflies inspired finery, and be blindfolded for part of the festivities.

Ah, picture us, fluttering and flying in an endless dance, spinning in a gentle whirlpool of color and light!!

The rules of this dance are simple and require you to match twice with your pair in order to win a prize. During the first dance, all the Moths guests, blindfolded, give their name-cards to the Butterfly guests. During the second dance, it is the opposite - the Butterflies exchange their cards with the Moths guests, while the Butterflies guests only have their hunches to guide them.

Can you imagine the joy we'll feel on finding our match, not once, but twice in a night?

It is all about trusting the connection that you feel in your heart and being perceptive enough to recognize the signs that your partner gives during the dance, even being blindfolded.

Or it is all about using the right tracking spells.

You would not believe the length some couples would go to guarantee they can find their spouses. I heard matching with random strangers does not do wonders for a couple that enters the ball together.

Alas, our job is to guarantee no one cheats! I trust you will study hard all the most used tracing and marking spells on the three worlds. For my part, I will be enchanting all the name-cards to ensure they cannot be traded again once exchanged.

Hence the glue spell you are currently experiencing. Neat, yes?

Would you be mad if we mismatched, my dear apprentice? Jealous? To me, matching with you would be the ultimate prize and the icing on the cake of an already perfect night. But if we do not match, I will still be incredibly proud and thrilled to have spent time with you. The festival and the prizes mean nothing to me compared to your happiness and our connection.

That being said, I am pretty confident in my abilities of finding you blindfolded.

You have a special aura that sets you apart from others, and I can always recognize it. I have become attuned to your essence, your thoughts, and your feelings. Your presence would feel familiar and your body would fit into mine perfectly. There is no darkness, no distance or separation that can ever be enough to separate us completely. For I know you like the back of my hand, my love, and I know what I am capable of when you are truly in my grasp.

You know, this festival has a sweet little story behind it. Do you want to hear it?

Ah, yes. You have no choice but to keep reading. Next time, don’t stain your fingertips with my magic, yes?

Once upon a time, there lived two birds- one a songbird and a night owl.

Although they lived under the same skies, they never saw each other.

The songbird sang every day and the song of her voice filled the owl’s dreams with melodies so pure and so exquisite that the owl fell in love with her. Yet, they never saw each other, for day and night are two worlds that never meet.

The owl, wanting to get to know their love better and not having any other option, offered something he thought a day-dweller would cherish the most - night moths. Every evening, the owl would carefully choose a moth to present to its love, putting it where they would find it.

The songbird, not knowing who offered her the gifts, was nonetheless touched by her admirer's love. She would catch and carefully select the loveliest butterfly she could find to present him.

Thus, these lovebirds continued to offer each other gifts, never knowing their time or fate is soon to come. And so, one day, a sudden change happened. As the songbird collected its butterflies, a shadow passed over.

It was the Owl, who had decided to offer something more special than moths. He was willing to hunt for something beautiful and unique to the day - something like a colorful bird that caught his eyes. However, what the owl did not realize was that his own lover was what he had caught.

I can only imagine the shock and the guilt at that moment. He thought this was what his love wanted, instead all it did was destroy them both.

And so the Devildon found that this cheerful little story was an excellent excuse to make a whole festival out of it. Demons, yes?

But I get why it would tickle their fancy. For them, it is a cautionary tale of the dangers of offering more than what ones receive. About keeping the equivalent exchange. In a way, the owl and the songbird had a clear pact going - butterflies for moths. The owl overstepped.

For a talented sorcerer like yourself, my apprentice, you seem to have almost a distaste for the give and take.

I am used to pacts. That our relationship is not built upon one makes me nervous sometimes. At first, I used to tally everything that you gave me, so I could make sure I would reciprocate you exactly. Nothing more, nothing less.

It is easy to put a price on magic and power. But you, my lovely apprentice, made me discover I had no way of measuring what you gave me.

I’ve only ever focused and obsessed over those complex, arcane patterns that I could break down and recreate into something new. All this time, I’ve lived life looking for something grand and grand and grand… yet to you, all it takes is small things. And it is through you I’ve realized that small things can also add up to something grand.

Your first gift to me was the gift of perception. I have come to cherish and find beauty in even the simplest things, like a cat sleeping on a cushion. The way the wind brushes my face or the stars glitter above me at night. Your kindness, empathy, and affection fill me with such joy every day you wake me up with a kiss good morning. The taste of food prepared by you or the comfort of a hot bath after a long day. I have even found joy in your constant teasing or the way you love to sleep on top of me at night.

I look at your face and I am immediately drawn to the simplest things - your lips curving into a smile or your gentle eyes full of questions. I love the way your eyebrows twitch when you're confused or how you tuck your hair back when it falls in front of your eyes. The invisible freckles on your nose that I could just about kiss. The way you curl your legs up underneath you to make yourself smaller when you are feeling unsure. The way your skin gets glazed by moonlight, your breath on my neck. The way you bloom under my tongue.

It is you, the grand thing I was looking for. You, the sum of all these simple, delightful little parts that makes for the complex being that is you.

My sweet, intelligent apprentice, I am more than happy to give you anything you want. You have helped me see and treasure a hundred small things I would have just glanced over and forgotten otherwise. There is not a single thing you could ask of me that would ever be too much.

You are worth more to me than you could fathom. I feel I don’t give you nearly enough. So tell me, what would you like in return? I know what you would say - you want for nothing.

The owl and the songbird: I don’t see their story as the demons do.

I believe the moths and butterflies were also representative of the Songbird and the Owl themselves. The moths, which belong to the dark, were the Owl. And the butterflies, which belong to the light, were the Songbird. The insects were, to them, representative of their bond and were the closest thing they had to communicate their feelings to one another. So, in the end, their tragic fate may also be seen as a representation of the owl and the songbird becoming unable to distinguish themselves from their offering. So much so that the songbird ended up on the beak of the owl.

This - this was your second gift ever for me - the understanding that love is not a magical transaction or a pact, nor should it be tied to what one party offers to the other.

You are not what you give me - and I am not what I give you.

I don’t want your magic or your power. Instead, I want to hold you in my arms and comfort you on your bad days. I want to be by your side and watch your dreams come true. I want you.

I love everything about you- your wit, your humor, and your sweet innocence. But what I love the most is your curiosity, your intellect, and your desire to learn and grow. I have met no one capable of asking so many questions and never being satisfied with the answers. You fascinate me with your unique take on everything, your ability to see beauty in everything around you, even things most people would deem ugly. You humble me.

Still, there is a gift and there is a pact I would wish for us to trade and firm.

First, a gift for my songbird.

It is something I already gave you long ago, which you continue to hold every single second we are together: my heart.

And as for the pact, I hope that as soon as you finish reading this letter, we can do the simplest exchange: my warmth, your presence.

With love, Solomon.

P.S. If you managed to get your eyes and fingers unglued from my words, that was just the first part of the spell. The real challenge is getting me unstuck from your mind. Good luck!

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aethelflaedladyofmercia · 10 months

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Countdown

Everyday, season 2 is getting closer! And now there's only 26 left to go! As part of the @gomenseveryday Countdown Event, I've written this little fic about Aziraphale meeting a certain Starmaker during the countdown to Creation! Read it below or follow the link to AO3!

10…

9…

8…

Aziraphale clutched the rail with both hands, looking out over… Everything. Nothing. The infinite potential of Creation waiting to happen, spread out before him like a vast, empty void.

7…

6…

5…

“Are… are we sure this is a good idea?” he asked the Guardian next to him.

The other angel looked confused and annoyed. “A good what? It’s an order. We obey.” They turned back to watch the numbers tick down, wings lifted and ready.

4…

3…

Aziraphale tried to copy their stance, but he couldn’t quite manage it. His palms were sweating, his legs shaking, his stomach doing something altogether unpleasant. He shouldn’t do this, he should be safely back behind his desk working on reports and browsing plant life files for interesting sketches, not standing here with proper Guardians—

2…

1…

Oh, dear.

The last number ticked away and the ground below his feet vanished.

Ten pairs of wings snapped wide, catching not the wind but the intangible currents of aether. They released the bars they held, and for the first time the line of Guardians flew.

Or, in Aziraphale’s case, fell.

“No, no, nononono!” He struggled, wings pumping up and down, arms and legs scrambling for any form of support. But there was none, only an eternal drop into ever more nothingness, falling and falling while the universe was Created around him, then destroyed, then Created anew—

“Got you.”

A jolt ran through his body and Aziraphale found himself dangling, one wrist caught in the grip of a strange angel who floated above him.

“Put me down, put me down!” He wriggled frantically, grabbing the other angel’s arm to try and pull himself up.

“Whoa—hey—no—there is no down. Just cool it and spread your wings.”

“They are spread!”

“No—look at me. Like this.” Looking up, Aziraphale could see the other angel. Not a Guardian, something less solid and far more beautiful. Their wings stretched out, long and graceful, not to mention perfectly steady. Light blue at the coverts, shading darker down the flight feathers until they were nearly black, with hints of iridescence, like captured stars and rainbows. The body held between them was long and graceful, head covered in deep red curls, wearing a smile of slightly strained patience. “This joint is open,” the angel explained, wings flexing at the joint closest to their body. “This joint you need to relax.” This time they flexed the farther joint in the middle of the wings. “I’ll help you get into a gliding position. But first—big and wide.”

Aziraphale’s eyes drifted past the angel towards the platform, so far away that it was almost lost in the darkness. More angels had launched while he fell—vague flitting shapes against the deep black—and another line was getting into position. The numbers were just a speck of light, shifting as they counted down—

“Oi. I’m over here.” The angel’s brow was furrowed and their smile had grown more strained, the way Gabriel’s did right before he reminded Aziraphale that he was an idiotic dreamer and a useless Guardian. But this angel just held his gaze and spoke slowly. “There’s a million of them up there. We’ve got loads of time, and nothing up here that can harm you. Now come on. Three… two… one… go!”

He tried—he really did—stretching his wings as far as he could. It didn’t quite hurt, but it tugged at him, feeling wrong somehow.

The other angel grinned broadly, white teeth flashing in the dark. “Good! Right. Now pull up the rest of your body. No dangling.”

“I–I can’t,” Aziraphale moaned, kicking his legs feebly. “I’m too heavy.”

“No you aren’t. You’re an angel. You just… float. Now come on. Belly tucked, butt up, legs together… Stretch your arm forward, that can help…”

Slowly, Aziraphale felt his body come into a sort of alignment, his wings settling more easily along his back. It was still awkward—especially with his wrist in the other angel’s grip—but not so much as before. He could almost start to relax.

Until the other angel said, “Alright. Now I’m going to let go—”

“No!” Aziraphale flailed, wings swinging awkwardly. “I’ll fall!”

“You won’t fall. You can’t. You’re an angel. Physics doesn’t even keep you up, not really. It’s mostly faith and shit. If you believe you won’t fall, then you can’t.”

“But I already did fall!”

A heavy sigh, the other angel’s frustration coming through. “Where’d they even dig up an angel like you?”

“Administrative Sector D,” Aziraphale said, trying not to pout at the thought of his lovely desk. “Fourth Class Guardian. Gabriel was most impressed by my last report, so he sent me here.”

“Sent you, huh? Without even asking?”

Why would he ask? “It was a reward,” Aziraphale explained primly. “Quite the honor to be able to observe, you know. To witness.”

“Well, it’s no place for beginners. Reality is a lot more complicated than paperwork.”

“I know that! I…” He hesitated. “Well, I—I’ve been looking over the files. The plans for Creation. It was all so very interesting, and I want to see… all of it. Everything. I just thought…”

“Thought you’d be on the ground.” This time the other angel’s sigh wasn’t nearly so frustrated. “Well, you’re not going to get to witness anything from down here.”

“I suppose not.”

The angel glanced up and all around, though what they might be looking for, Aziraphale couldn’t imagine. “Alright. Look. I can’t keep towing you around like this. My shoulder’s going to pop. I’m gonna let go, then get a better grip. It’ll take less than five seconds. You can count if you like.”

Aziraphale shuddered. Five seconds seemed an awfully long time. “And then?”

“And then we’ll fly together. Easy. Are you ready?”

“No.”

“Right. And… go!”

The grip on his wrist vanished, and there was nothing but empty darkness, Aziraphale suspended in the middle of it. “Five… four…” The weight of Creation pressed against him. “Threetwoonezero!”

An arm slipped around his waist and Aziraphale twisted, grabbing the other angel. “Good. I got you. I got you! Calm—! Fold your wing—no your other wing, the one that keeps hitting me! Square your shoulders! Stop trying to roll over, you need—there!”

Somehow, they both got into the desired position, each with one wing pressed to the other’s back, the other held out straight. Arms about each other’s waist, Aziraphale holding on with a death grip.

“Oh, this isn’t going to work,” he moaned. “We’re going to fall—”

“No, shush.” The other angel patted his side. “We can’t fall so long as you believe we won’t.”

“But—” Aziraphale glanced at their wings, one white and a little ragged, the other blue and graceful. “Is this even possible? Two angels together?”

“Course it is.” The other angel tossed their head, almost flippantly. “We still got two wings, right? Catching all the aether? S’all we need. That’s just physics.”

Aziraphale considered this. “Are–are you quite certain?”

“Yes! Trust me. I’m a Starmaker. We know physics.”

Well. They certainly sounded confident enough. Aziraphale didn’t know the first thing about physics, apart from the bit where heavy objects went down. But flying had to work somehow, and this principle seemed as convincing as any. And they hadn’t fallen yet.

“I… I suppose… but you won’t let go?”

“Nope. Promise.” They gently squeezed him with the arm about his waist and flashed another of those broad grins. It made Aziraphale feel all shivery inside, though this time in a good way. “Now let’s get you a good spot to watch from. You’ll have to move your wing. I’ll tell you what to do, you just follow my lead.”

It was a bit rough, their path rather tippy and bumpy, but the two angels managed a wide, slow circle as they climbed back up to join the rest. A few times along the way, Aziraphale felt his whole body sort of… fall into place, and for a moment it felt completely natural. But then something would happen to throw him off, and he’d clutch at the other angel more tightly. He worried they’d get annoyed and leave, but the angel just smiled and told him what to try next.

Eventually, he noticed the crowd of waiting angels was below them, and rapidly getting smaller. “Wait! Where are you taking me?”

“Up,” said the other, as if it were obvious. “Told you, we’re getting a good view, right?”

He couldn’t make out any individual faces, but he could see the group he’d been put with, off to the side of the larger crowd. “But… surely the Archangels chose the best viewing spot for our gathering place? Which would mean down there, with the others?”

“Pffft. Please.” The angel guided them higher. “Told you, I’m a Starmaker. We’ve been at this for eons while you’ve been filing your reports. I know all the best spots.” A nudge and a smile. “What do you say? Want a little behind-the-scenes tour?”

Not really. Aziraphale had already seen and experienced more than enough novelties to last him quite a while. He’d much rather be back at his desk reviewing the file on hot beverage flavors, which always got his imagination splendidly stimulated.

But then again… He liked being close to this other angel. It felt safe and warm, comfortable in a very different way from the comfort and safety of his office. And he really did want an opportunity to see things, not simply read reports on them.

Anyway, he reasoned, he had to keep his hold on the other angel, which meant that if they wanted to take a tour of the cosmos, he was rather helpless to do anything but go along.

“Well,” he answered cautiously. “If you haven’t anything better you’re supposed to be doing…”

“Nope. Nowhere I’d rather be. Check this out!”

They continued to climb, until there was nothing in sight but the dark, empty nothingness, utterly still and silent except for a strange pulse, like a heartbeat.

“That’s the countdown,” the angel explained. “The real countdown.”

“Oh, I… where is it?”

“Everywhere. You don’t see it, you just feel it.” They tapped the middle of Aziraphale’s chest, where a soft pressure was mounting. “Right in here.”

“How lovely.” Aziraphale glanced around, wishing for some kind of clue. “Not long, then?”

“Oh, no. Nearly there. That’s my bit, over there.” The angel pointed towards a patch of darkness indistinguishable from the rest. “It’s gonna be great.”

“That sounds… and you really don’t mind? Me being here while you watch?”

“Why would I mind?” The angel tossed their red curls. “Besides. S’better with a friend. Oh, here it comes! Ten… nine… eight…”

With a friend. The words filled Aziraphale with another flood of warmth, far better than any imagined hot beverage. He’d never been called someone’s friend before.

“Seven… six… five…”

He pulled the other angel securely against his side and made sure his wing rested comfortably on the fellow’s back. That earned him another grin and a flash of starry eyes.

“Four… three…”

He sighed, rather happier than he’d felt in a long time, and joined in the final countdown.

“Two…”

“One…”

The universe pulsed one last time.

“Zero!”

The whole of Creation echoed, Let there be light.

And it was good.

#good omens #gomenseveryday #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #good omens prime #aziraphale and crowley #good omens fanfiction #my writing #pre canon #angel crowley #flying #protective crowley #scared aziraphale

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I need the timey wimey AU explain to me like I’m 3 years old because it looks SO cool but I’m SO lost

Hello! I would be glad to explain my AU to you!

Timey Wimey…Uh Oh is an alternative universe that takes place 12 years into the future after Monarchs reign begins. Ladybug and Chat Noir are adults now and are miserable and heartbroken. Paris has turned their back on Ladybug, hating her while praising Chat Noir. Marinette is trying so hard to live her tangled mess of a life when she is suddenly thrusted into the final battle. In a turn of events the Miraculous team has been corrupted by Monarch and Chat Noir has fallen to his despair becoming corrupted Chat Blanc. But instead of obeying Monarchs order to kill Ladybug the corrupted holders turn on him and Argos. With Chat Blanc leading the kill all hope is lost as Marinette learns her partners real identity and almost succumbs to hopelessness and heartbreak. Chat Blanc and his order of corrupted holders think they’ve won until future Bunnyx intervenes and grabs Marinette pulling her into the Burrow.

The battle continues in the Burrow and in an act of desperation Bunnyx pushes Marinette into a random burrow hole and resets the Burrow causing Marinette to be lost in time. Chat Blanc’s rage shakes the timeline as he cataclysms the Burrow in rage, causing the timeline to crack.

Marinette finds herself trapped in the past with the butterfly and peacock miraculouses as her only aid. Forced to stay hidden as Stoneheart and past Akuma events happen, Marinette tries to find a way back but without the Rabbit Miraculous she is trapped and forced to watch the past go on with her in the shadows.

All is peaceful as a year passes and a new one begins, it is the night of the Prime Queen interview and all is going as planned until its not. The corrupted holders of the future invade the interview and take over. Revealing Ladybugs identity on LIVE television things go bad as the night goes on.

Future Marinette must stop the corrupted holders before the timeline breaks and collapses but the holders are determined to capture her and bring her to Chat Blanc who has been waiting for her to return so he may finally have his Lady and keep his family together forever.

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Here’s a link to Chapter one if that also helps!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous au #timey wimey…uh oh au #ask me #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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I really really hope you're right, this just killed my motivation for everything. What happened with Solomare's story jar already left a bad taste in my mouth too.

I know I'll feel better in a few days, but I felt lied to when they said they'd continue the story and the app. And it's going to be even lighter and fluffier and a replacement for the main story line? One that new players will perfectly fit into? I was so looking forward to learning more about what would happen to Simeon.

Also not announcing it until last minute? For once I'm really glad I can barely afford food, because I'd be devastated if I had spent even a dollar. But maybe that's just me being poor.

I'm mostly likely going to stop writing for a while until I've archived everything important from the app, which is gonna take ages just in case anyway.

But anyway, are there any recent events you thought were better than usual? I've been too sick to grind lately so I haven't unlocked them. I want to know which ones to archive as soon as possible once the six months are up.

Sorry for bringing the mood down and the rant, but you seem to be the only positive one I follow that isn't outright calling people stupid or pathetic for being upset so I'm really hoping your positivity rubs off on me.

I do hope you keep posting for Nightbringer too! I have several issues with my hands so I don't think I'll ever be able to see the end of the og story line, and I especially love your analyses out of anyone else's.

Okay okay so they are continuing the og app and continuing the story, the only difference is they'll be continuing the mainstory in nightbringer and the og app will just be getting events. So the og app will continue the way it has since the end of s4 and new main story content will be uploaded to nightbringer (the devs did says this)

Not sure what happened with story jar but Obey Me! is solmare's most popular game. Objectively, nothing solmare has created has ever come near to reaching om! And I'm talking purely in the money making side of it - the anime? mangas? songs? merch? cons? VAs getting heavily involved in everything? Solmare's a business. As long as there's a fandom and a demand for it they're not gonna kill the og app.

Plus the majority of om's content is on the og app, with new content and old events still being released. If they wanted to kill the og app they'd stop releasing new content and updating lonely devil.

Since nightbringer will be continuing the mainstory from where they left off, they'd also need to move all of S1-4 the chats, call & devilgrams to nightbringer if they were gonna kill the og - and I'd imagine that's more hassle than it's worth

I do think we'd learn more about what happened to simeon;

• devs said they'd be continuing the main story in nightbringer so that'd include simeon

• nightbringer's current plot is about time travel and mc trying to find a way back home - so they will end up back in the current time at some point, where simeon's whole thing can be addressed

• s3 established that luke wasn't alive when the brothers were angels. If they intended to keep mc in the past they'd either have to scrap luke's entire character (?????) or retcon s3 which so far dropped the most lore

• thirteen (who's supposed to turn into a LI)'s first visit to the devildom happens in s4 and in nightbringer's op we see her in Diavolo's castle. Which means we're seeing the present timeline as well

....i think you're maybe panicking a bit too much? You definitely don't need to archive anything anytime soon. For well all of the reasons I mentioned above.... Maybe someday you'd have to but definitely not right now

Honestly I liked all the events🤷

No worries! And Yeah I think the thing people are forgetting is that Nightbringer is STILL Obey Me! I'm definitely going to be still talking about it

Ok so I have an exam in 2 days and I think I've answered every possible question about Nightbringer you could possibly have so I'm calling it here.

Won't be answering new asks until sunday. Everything posted will be from queue.

If you want to see my others asks/answers regarding Nighbringer just hit the tag on this post

#obey me nightbringer #asks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #swd obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me simeon #om simeon #obey me! simeon #om! simeon #swd simeon #shall we date simeon

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insect-empire · 11 months

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The Cursed Seed and the Fertilizing Flame Summary:

After Belphegor accepted a strange seed from Solomon, it grew around Belphie- trapping him in branches while he slept. Lucifer or Asmo can remove the branches and free Belphie; he falls, and Beel catches him. After rescuing Belphie, Lucifer picks up the seed that started it all and heads for the library. There MC meets up with Satan, who seems to recognize the seed. However, before he explains anything, Mammon interrupts- wanting to sell it. But he leaves just as quickly as he entered after Lucifer says he’s keeping it. They head to Crocytus Hall in search of Solomon and- once found, he explains that it's a modified Hell Blood Blossom seed.

Usually, they feed off the blood of demons, but this one feeds off of dreams. After their short talk with Solomon- MC and Lucifer return to the House of Lamentation, where Levi begins to explain a theory. He believes that the Hello Blood Blossom is in love with Belphie because of the folk tale that Cherry Blossom Trees in the human world feast off of the blood of humans they like that are buried under their roots. After Levi freaks out about the seed, Solomon shows up at the House of Lamentation and offers a solution to their problem- a Fire Festival is being held in the Devildom, and everyone is invited to throw in unwanted items and burn them. Lucifer agrees it’s a good idea and heads to the castle to ask Diavolo for permission- which goes well. After they return, Lucifer tells his brothers and the MC to gather up anything in their rooms they wish to burn- then basically demands that we see him in his room later on.

After joining Lucifer in his room, we discover the reason he wanted us there was to help him go through his cursed objects collection. He explains that he’d rather get rid of dangerous items from his collection than see another person he cares about be affected by one or something similar. While we’re having that touching moment with him, Asmo enters the room and declares that he has something for the two of them. Asmo offered his older brother a talisman to take the curses off his collection- so he could just burn the paper instead of the objects themselves. Lucifer was very grateful and got to work removing the curses while Asmo and MC went to clean the hallway. Next, everyone was at the festival admiring the broad flames- Simeon and Luke had joined them on their trip as well.

The Cursed Seed and the Fertilizing Flame took place from 4/17/2023 through 4/29/2023.

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solomiracle · 3 months

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crazy of solmare to be copyright striking a bunch of obey me stuff like videos on events and card/resource archives meanwhile making players fear that the og is gonna get shut down and actively driving them away from the new game with shit no one asked for

#okay if i genuinely hated obey me i would stop playing #but.#i swear i think this might be the worst gacha game i've ever played #from me #rambles #obey me #obey me nightbringer

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Sparkpulse XI: Vague Hope

Summary: Bumblebee is feeling ill. Nothing extraordinary, just another flare produced by his malfunctioning spark. He tries his best to focus on things that matter, but after recent events, the dread lurks in the back of his mind.

Content warning for self-harm!

Bumblebee wakes up from a dreamless sleep. With optics closed, he lies motionless in the bed. The pain in his chest is wailing, getting stronger with each passing second. He groans and tries to fall back to sleep, but after several minutes he accepts that the rest won't come.

He sighs, he hates it so much. Not only he has to endure the pain that doesn't fully go away after painkillers, but this condition makes him mentally unstable. He feels like the entire world is crushing down on him and there is no escape. Knowing that the AllSpark is missing and Vector Sigma is damaged makes it worse. Doubt sitting in the back of his mind, and he needs a distraction.

The minibot slowly sits up and inspects the room. Windblade is nowhere to be seen. Where did she go? Is she on a mission? Or somewhere in Stronghold? He hopes she's not working herself to struts looking for the information they need to solve this mystery with their memories.

Bumblebee wants to help. It's about him in the end and it feels unfair to just let his amica do all this work alone. Although, if he told her this, she would diffidently insist that he should just rest while he's sick. And she would be right! Yet, Bumblebee's inner voice urges him to act regardless and he will obey. Just carefully without aggravating his condition. The last thing he wants is Ratchet scolding him over self-neglect.

What he should do? Go out and find Windblade? Or he could chill in the bean bag chair and look for the information in Optimus' archives? The moment he thought about the latter, his chest gave him an uncomfortable squeeze.

Alright, no reading today, finding Windblade it is. Which is good since he's getting sick just from spending a week in the same room without going out. The minibot pulls his cane out of his subspace compartment to keep his balance and carefully walks out. He doesn't make it far before he hears voices. He senses Mirage and Cliffjumper, both not being too happy hearing each other.

"So, are you gonna admit you're conspiring with this yellow bug against us?" Cliffjumper asked in a nasty tone. Bumblebee rolls his optics and quietly moves to the edge of the corner to stay out of sight, but still close enough to interfere. Mirage only sighs in reply, knowing it's no use to reason with the red minibot when his paranoia skyrockets.

"Don't give me a silent treatment! This is a security breach! We have too many enemies among us and it's only a matter of time before they gonna execute their plan to strike us down! What will you even gain from this?!" Cliffjumper flails, trying to show the dangerous scenario he's describing.

"You're so annoying," Mirage says in the most chill voice in existence as he leans onto the wall behind him and crosses his arms.

"Why you--" Cliffjumper was about to jump onto the spy with his fists, only to be interrupted by Bumblebee walking out from the corner. Startled, he lets out an ungodly shriek.

"Leave him alone!" Bumblebee wastes no time and whacks Cliffjumper with his cane multiple times, not giving him a single chance to retaliate. "Shoo!"

Cliffjumper gives up and retreats, giving the yellow minibot a death glare over his shoulder. Bumblebee growls before he turns around to check on his taller comrade.

"Thanks." Mirage relaxes and lets out a sigh of relief. "He's been hovering near me for an hour and was getting really on my nerves."

"No problem!" Bumblebee smiles widely, feeling happy for being useful. "Sorry you had to deal with him."

"You know, sometimes I really bothered how black and white his thinking is. This will backfire sooner or later." Mirage rubs the side of his head, trying to soothe the headache Cliffjumper gave him. "On the other hand, maybe this is what he needs to learn."

"Yeah. He hangs out with Sunstreaker simply because he doesn't like me anymore. This can't end well. But it's not my business." Bumblebee huffs and then sighs in defeat. "I still don't understand why me."

"Who knows? Sunstreaker was always jealous of everyone for reasons he never disclosed. And Cliffjumper is paranoid and afraid of change." Mirage shrugs. "Perhaps this is why. You came and set stagnant things into motion. Changes are coming rapidly and not everyone is ready."

Bumblebee frowns, he never considered this. To him, change was always necessary. It's the force that drives progress and evolution. Nothing ever stays static. Even if everything will stop, the arrow of time will push everything forward with the speed of light. But there is nothing he can do about the situation. It's better to change the subject.

"So, are you going to the cafeteria?" He asks.

"Yeah." Mirage nods. "Wanna come with me?"

Bumblebee nods and both start walking. They didn't exchange a word, but he knows Mirage appreciates his company. At least he thinks so since it has always been the case. Although, he notices some recent changes in Mirage's spark that made him worry about the spy.

"How are you feeling?" He asks right away.

"Hm? I'm okay I think." Mirage looks at the minibot in confusion. People rarely ask how he's doing, knowing he doesn't like small talk. "Why?"

"Well..." Bumblebee trails off, knowing this going to sound weird. "I'm just checking on you. Your feelings are more distant than usual."

"What do you mean?" He tilts his head, eying the minibot curiously.

"You look confused, yet your spark gives off nothing. Like it's completely drowned in apathy."

"Oh, strange..." Mirage raises his optic ridge." I don't feel that different for the last few millenniums. I don't really feel emotions that much in general."

"I just used to pick them up when I first came here. Sure, they weren't as intense, as Prowl's for example, but still!"

"Wait, Prowl feels? I thought she's kinda like me, no?" Mirage's optics widen from this revelation.

"You have no idea." Bumblebee giggles, finding the spy's reaction amusing." She may often come off as flat or uncaring, but she actually feels a lot of them. I guess, she's more like me."

"Oh, my stars!" Mirage exclaims and this time Bumblebee feels a little spark of surprise. "I don't know what to think. This is new and completely changes how I see Prowl."

"She cares a lot; I can vouch for this." The minibot smiles. "We all just wired differently."

"Can't argue with that." The spy smiles back. Life keeps giving him surprises even now.

"So, yeah. Just know, that maybe you falling into apathy too much and --" before Bumblebee could finish, his balance was completely thrown off and he would fall if not for Mirage catching him.

"Careful." Mirage holds the minibot still. "Are you sure it's okay for you to be out of bed?"

"Uh." Bumblebee waits for a few seconds for his vision to clear and for balance to return. "Maybe not, but I'm tired of laying all day long. Thanks for catching me."

"Understandable." Mirage nods and offers the minibot his arm to hold onto. Bumblebee thanks his friend and slips his hand into the loop. "I will talk to Lifeline later when I'll get time."

Bumblebee nods, feeling relieved.

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The cafeteria is half-empty. It's nighttime, so most diurnal mechs already went to sleep. Mirage makes sure that Bumblebee stands firm on his feet before going to the counter for some energon.

Bumblebee's optics quickly skims through the current occupants in hopes to find his amica, but unfortunately, she is not there. He was about to continue his search until his optics landed Clobber, sitting alone in the corner. Her optic is deeply focused on her big datapad, her left hand holds a stylus and moves gracefully across the screen. Lockdown once mentioned that she's a great artist!

Before he could stop his rising curiosity, he walked up to her. "Hey."

"Ah!" Clobber jolts in her seat. Seeing it's just him, she relaxes. "Oh, hi Shad--, I mean, Bumblebee. Good to see you again!"

"I'm sorry for startling you!" he quickly apologizes, realizing he's being rude right now.

"That's okay, I need a break anyway." She waves it off with a smile.

Bumblebee peeks into her datapad screen and sees a beautiful painting. The main colors are blue, pink, and purple, with colorful accents in many places. It depicts the scenery of a forest. Tall trees stretch so far into the sky that no sunlight reaches the ground. Animals are blending together with the environment, giving a viewer a surprise once their optics catch them. The painting is full of life and wonder.

"The Nigthsong Forest!" the minibot recognizes the place immediately.

Clobber blinks at him in surprise. "I saw this forest in my dream and struck me so much I wanted to paint it. Are you saying it was real?"

"Yes! It was one of the most beautiful and dangerous places on Cybertron. With an absolutely unique ecosystem, you wouldn't see anywhere else! And I can name every flora and fauna on your painting." He says with excitement gleaming in his optics. "I wonder how you know about it. The forest, along with many ecosystems, was gone once Quintessons took over. "

"That's the interesting part - I dreamed about it after your visit! "

"After my visit?"

"Yes. The next night, I was seeing many natural sceneries I had never seen before. And there is also a creature, watching me intently." She points at the shadow on the painting, standing behind tees and emitting a soft blue light from its optics.

"Woah!" Bumblebee exclaims as he didn't notice it on the painting. The animal is huge yet it blends among gigantic trees perfectly. It definitely belongs in the ecosystem, but for some reason, he doesn't recognize it unlike the rest of depicted animals. "Was it threatening or hunting you?"

"No. Despite its scary aura, it felt benevolent. It would stare at me for a bit, then vanish into the woods without a trace."

"That's so interesting! I wonder what it means... Anyway, your painting is beautiful! You captured the forest like it used to be perfect!"

"Thank you. " Clobber smiles widely. "Wanna see my other paintings?"

"Yes!" he sits closer and they spend a while looking through Clobber's gallery. Bumblebee complement each of them, being amazed at how people can capture their visions and dreams, then translate them into the canvas for everyone to see. He admires her skill, he knows she spent countless years honing her craft.

"You know, I shall do some new studies. It's been a while since I painted other cybertronians. How do you feel about being a model?" Clobber says, growing more amused as she observes Bumblebee's reaction.

"Me?!" the minibot almost jumps in his seat. The pink blushing is visible on his cheeks. "I don't know. I mean I could, I guess. I'm just not photogenic..."

"There is no such thing as photogenic! Everyone is beautiful in their own way."

"Well... In this case, paint me like one of your vosian mechs!"

Clobber explodes in laughter, understanding the reference from an old cybertronian movie. They hung out together a bit more before Bumblebee stood up and continued his search for Windblade. Perhaps he should look outside.

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Slipstream sits on the ledge above the entrance to the Stronghold. Bumblebee sensed a lot of sadness coming from her spark, so he decided to check on her. She's been like this since she joined them. He hopes it's not because of distrust or conflict coming from the Autobots. He rather takes it himself than let other people deal with it.

The minibot carefully climbs up, trying to not jolt himself and cause more pain. She looks to the side and silently greets him.

"How are you?" He carefully asks and sits by her side. "Is someone bothering you?"

"No, everyone has been nice so far." She shakes her head before she turns to face him. "Except, maybe, the short red one. He always stares at me."

"Ah, that's Cliffjumper." Bumblebee snorts, he is not surprised at all. "Don't mind him, he never trusts anyone. Many of us think he's a direct reincarnation of Red Alert!"

"I can see why." She laughs softly and her mood improved just a little bit. Bumblebee considers it a win.

They sit in silence for a bit, looking into the distance until Slipstream breaks the silence. "I want to ask you something."

"Yes?"

"So... you and Windblade... are bonded?" She asks timidly.

"Yep."

"...Conjux?" She shifts nervously as she continues.

"Nope, Amica."

"Ah! I...see." She quickly trails off. Bumblebee can see her brushing and it didn't take long to realize why.

"Let me guess: you wanted romantic advice! " A smile forms on his face as he leans toward her.

"Shush!" She glares at him. He can't help it, but his smile gets only wider.

"Is this about a certain pink opera singer?" he sing-songs and moves even closer. It's hard to miss when Slipstream's spark swells with emotions every time Arcee is in close vicinity.

"One more word and I'll punt you to the center of the galaxy!" Slipstream accurately points into the sky.

"Just the center of the galaxy? Why not further?" Bumblebee bursts into laughter. Slipstream stares at him for a second before making a motion like she's about to grab the minibot and shake him. The bluff was enough to make him squeak and hide behind his cane. Seeing he was safe, he giggle more, making her facepalm.

"Listen, I know nothing of romance, but I think you should just invite Arcee and see where it goes." He says after his giggles subside. " She loves handing out with people. Especially, with new people!"

"We kinda know each other..." She mutters.

"Oh?! You two have a history? Tell me more!"

"Not exactly." She pulls her datapad and opens a picture showing a huge group of people, standing in rows and smiling at the camera. They hold musical instruments. He spots Slipstream sitting in the second row and holding a violin. "This is the orchestra I used to be part of. We played for many plays, and Arcee would often be in the main role. And she would often come down to us and hang around as she sang. I guess I was her favorite..."

Bumblebee inspects carefully each member. He's not recognizing anyone among the living except Slisptream. His expression saddened, feeling terrible for the violet seeker.

"You know, I really miss playing music."

"You can always pick it back up. There is a music room in Stronghold and many bots hang out there. I'm sure you'll fit!"

"I don't know. It's been a while and I'm not sure if I can. It feels like this side of me died long ago."

"I'm sorry. It must hurt a lot." Bumblebee pauses, choosing words carefully. He wants to help, but he also respects her feelings. "But just know - you're still alive."

Slipstream stares at him. She opens her mouth but immediately closes it. He senses a lot of confusion, but her mind is too occupied with his words. He hopes they will be enough.

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After Slipstream left, Bumblebee sat on his spot for a while. That conversation served as a grim reminder that they're far from being safe and now so many many things are uncertain.

What are gonna do now without the AllSpark? While he knows Optimus Prime is organizing the search, the hope is feeble. Even if Decepticons are potentially hiding it, it's useless without the Vector Sigma. Which is it's broken and Wheeljack is not sure he can fix it without crucial components. No one has ever done maintenance to this thing that existed since the dawn of their history!

Are cybertronians doomed to go extinct? Is this how the entire sentient species will be gone? With all history and culture going down into oblivion along with them? And they didn't make any contact with potential aliens out there!

"We will be gone and no one will remember us..." Bumblebee whispers is horror. Despite amnesia, he knows what it's like. His spark wails in pain, forcing him to curl up. This is absolutely terrifying and panic-inducing, making him doubt if his insistence on leaving will do any good, but delay the inevitable. Maybe accepting their fate would be a mercy. Bumblebee feels useless and guilty for not doing what he promised to do. He cries quietly as his mind spiral into despair.

He doesn't want to accept this, but is there anything he can do? The spark of hope is still in him, but it's growing weaker. When he woke up for the "first" time, he knew he had a mission, a purpose. He was supposed to save what remains of cybertronians and get out of this planet!

Frigid tears are rolling down his face. There are so many of them they have no time to evaporate. Bumblebee bites his hand to stifle his sobs, but it's hard to silence the enormous pain erupting from his chest. He doesn't know long he was crying until a pair of gentle hands touch his shoulders. He looks up, but his vision is compromised due to tears frosting over his optics. Then a hand moves from his shoulder and takes his injured palm.

"Bumblebee." He hears Windblade's voice, bringing him a bit of comfort. She wraps her other arm around him while holding his hand tight and close to her chest. He leans into her touch.

"I'm so sorry, Windy... " he wails weakly before a wave of anger surges through his spark. "I'm so sorry. I failed you! I failed everyone!"

"Why?" she asks with sadness in her voice. It pains her to see him like this.

"I wa--wasted time!" Bumblebee choked as more tears rolls down. "I should have been more insistent and direct, instead of playing games and trying to be smart! If I was faster, the AllSpark and Vector Sigma would be ours and we could just leave this place and rebuild elsewhere. But now it's too late!"

"Bee, we're still alive and can leave!"

"We will be gone and it's all MY fault! What leaving will ever give us if we all cease regardless!" he claws at his face with a free hand. He wants so badly to mutilate his face, to rip off his horns, to break his body.

"Stop!" Windblade lets go of his injured hands to grab the other one, then hugs him tightly, giving him no room for movement. He tries to push away, but his amica has an iron grip on him. He gives up, only crying into her shoulder.

Windblade holds him tight and gently, idly caressing the back of his head for a while. Seeing him slowly calming down, she lifts his face to look at her. Bumblebee blinks several times to get rid of the frosting to see her clearly.

"Listen, even if we are going to be extinct, we're still alive right now. Leaving this planet will give us a chance to live normal lives so our last moments wouldn't be filled with fear and despair. And I think it's absolutely worth it." Windblade says softly.

"But if I was faster..." he trails off.

"We don't know that. There is no evidence proving otherwise and if someone has to be responsible for the AllSpark disappearance and broken state of Vector Sigma - is gonna be Megatron. It was under his control and he was supposed to guard it."

Bumblebee opens his mouth to protest, but nothing comes out. He knows she's right, but the guilt is not letting go. He stares at her in disbelief.

"You can't be responsible for things outside of your control."

Bumblebee exhales and gives her a small nod. It's hard for him to accept, but she doesn't want him to suffer. If he can't be kinder to himself for his own sake, he can at least try to do it for her. Windblade smiles and boops his forehead with hers, making him giggle. A small victory, but an important one.

"Wanna stargaze with me? There are no moons today and stars are very bright." She relaxes and looks up, feeling Bumblebee snuggling comfortably against her.

"Yeah..." he looks up, noting that the stars are indeed bright. His amica's warmth and the beautiful sky right above them are enough to ground him. "I wonder which one will become our new home?"

"I'm excited to find out!" she says. "I was thinking about it all day as I was scouting in the east."

"Oh, that's where you went." He nods. "I was looking for you."

"Ah... I should have left you a note. Will do it next time when Jazz will send me somewhere."

"So are you the official member of SpecialOps? Because I think Jazz should write you in after all those scouting missions!"

"Maybe I should ask them about it." She laughs. "Who would have thought that to become a member of a secret spy group you just need to be friends with one of them."

"The best methods are always in plain sight!"

"In this case maybe it's good I'm not on the list. I'm not just a secret agent, I'm the secret - secret agent. They would never see me coming~!"

Bumblebee burst into laughs, quickly followed by Windblade. Then a familiar chirping draws their attention. They see Cheetor in their alt-mode, Nightstalker and Steeljaw are climbing up to them.

"Bee, there you are! We were looking for you everywhere. Also, hi Windy!" the spotted beastformer says. "Heard you're still in pain so I figured I could help you out."

"Hey guys!" both Windblade and Bumblebee greet the felines at the same time. Then the minibot speaks first. "Cheetor and Steeljaw, why are you up? It's the middle of the night."

"I don't know. I tried to fall asleep and got bored. I thought I could sleep in another place." Steeljaw shrugs.

"Kinda the same, had another battlefield dream and decided that tonight I will cuddle with someone!" Cheetor laughs awkwardly.

"That's understandable, war related reams are never pleasant." Windblade moves to the side with Bumblebee to make more room for their friends to join.

"Plus, Nightstalker is kinda down today so I roped them into this as well." Cheetor sing songs as they gently pat the black feline with their tail.

"Hey! I'm not down, I'm just moody!" Nightstalker complains with a huff. The yellow minibot feels melancholy coming from them. Like sadness and aching together, mixed with worry. He frowns but doesn't say anything yet.

Steeljaw settles on Windblade's lap, while Cheetor lays around them, placing their head onto Bumblebee's lap. Nightstalker ended up sandwiched between everyone in the center. The comfort of the cuddle pile spread immediately in the group. Content, the yellow minibot lets out a series of low rumbles, almost sounding like he's purring.

"You did it Cheetor!" Windblade snorts. "Bumblebee now is a certified feline. Good job!"

"I did my best, thank you Windblade," Cheetor says with pride, before turning the black cassette. "So, Nighty, are you gonna talk about your feeeeeelings?"

"Pfff, why? It's nothing really." Nightstalker waves their paw. "Just thinking of Ravage again, I wonder how he's doing."

"Hmm...do you think he'd be nice to you since he's with 'cons now?" Steeljaw is being a bit skeptical as usual but in a good way.

"Don't worry about it," Nightstalker replies but seeing all eyes on them now waiting for elaboration they added. "We usually meet during battles and just make it look like we fighting."

"Wait, really?" Steeljaw tilts her head. "Your fights are intense!"

"That's how we play. We have always been more of the rough side since we've been with our original cassette carrier." They look into the distance as if they try to see their sibling in the shadows. "But I haven't seen Ravage in a while now, which makes me worried. Last time we talked, he complained about Soundwave growing distance from his cassettes..."

"So... you and Ravage went separate ways accidentally?" Bumblebee frowns.

"Sort of. We got separated during Trypticon's rampage after our carrier died. We didn't see each for thousands of years and when we did, turned out we ended up on the opposite sides."

"Why did Ravage never join you after then?" Steeljaw is confused." Or, I guess, you didn't join them?"

"The answer is really simple. We bonded without new carriers and new cassettes. He and I formed new relationships since we both assumed that the other has perished. So, our relationship got... complicated. But none of us wants to burn bridges."

"I see... I hope you can solve it." Cheetor says before they decided to switch the subject to lighten the mood. "You know, I always been curious how cassettes are always in need of carriers and vice versa."

"Yeah, I wonder about it too. In most cases, cassettes are different species from carriers, yet we depend on each other." The black feline smiles.

"Different species?" Windblade asks as her curiosity rises. "I thought you all like us, no?"

"Ah yes, wonders of cybertronian taxonomy." Bumblebee laughs, his optics sparkle with excitement once again. "But yeah, most cassettes are different species from us. People usually don't know that because they see someone like Eject or Rewind and how all cassettes have the same alt-mode, assuming the rest are like them. But the relation to a species depends on your root-mode, regardless of your alt-mode."

"So, Eject and Rewind are in the same species as me and you, then Nightstalker and Steeljaw are not?" Cheetor sounds surprised as it never occurred to them.

"Yep, in fact, they are different species from each other, while sharing the same genius and family."

"So, am I not in the same family as them?"

"Correct, but you will be considered a feline because your second nature is granted by your frametype and alt-mode."

"I see!" they exclaim, excited to learn something new. "But we still count you one of us as well."

"I guess you will be right since mirroring is a thing too." Bumblebee giggles from amusement. He doesn't mind at all.

"It's amazing how much you know about biology, Bee! I'm surprised how you're not in Science Department. By the way, are cityformers different species from us?" Nightstalker asks out of curiosity.

"They are, that's why we can eat them without getting sick. Though we usually just give their plating to Botanica's plants first. And then eat fruits they produce."

"That's good, otherwise my jaw will break just from attempting to chew the plating," Windblade says as she remembers how she found out that non-beastformer cybertronians have weak teeth. In a hard way. "Huh, I never released it before, but now it makes sense why are stockpiling out mechon resources from the dead cityformers."

"Especially since we are leaving." Steeljaw nods. "It's better that way than just letting the corpses rust. The entire recycling system has been broken for a long time.

"Ugh, yeah." Nightstalker huffs. "I can only imagine the core is now just filled with countless unrecycled bodies. No wonder we have no resources to make new people."

"And those little things are consuming them and multiplying like the plague." Bumblebee mutters, then suddenly a sharp migraine pierced his processor.

"Bee, what's wrong?" the three exclaimed, startled by his sudden gasp. After a few seconds, the pain faded and Bumblebee looks around confused.

"Okay, what we were talking about just now?" He asks, in confusion while still holding his head in his hands.

"No, that happened again! Are you okay right now?" Windblade asks, her amica nods.

"Does this happen a lot? That sounds rough." Steeljaw looks worried.

"We talked about gathering resources from dead cityformers, do you remember this?" Nightstalker reminds him.

"Yes, I think." Bumblebee let go of his head. "I'm okay right now. Did I said anything?"

"You mention some things eating something, but I couldn't hear it well. "Windblade says. "Speaking of things, I heard those dead cybertronians we saw at the Spire are lurking near cityformers."

"What?!" Bumblebee growls, feeling like he's about to fight something. "This can't be good. Shockwave is planning something!"

"Yes, but we don't have enough information for now, but the situation is being observed by us and Blaster," Nightstalker says. "For now, it's best for you to focus on recovery."

"Agree. If we see more, we'll let you know. Worrying is the last thing you need right now." Steeljaw nods.

"That's right! Let us hug you!" Cheetor throws their paws around the minibot, and others follow them quickly. Bumblebee smiles widely as he returned the hugs as much as he could.

Windblade is right, even if they go extinct, the fact they are still alive here and now is what truly matters. They deserve to have fulfilling lives, no matter what kind of end they'll meet. The vague hope in his spark is growing stronger, reigniting his determination to finish what he started.

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Hey, I’m back to updating Sparkpulse! I was tough! I caught a lot of burnout after the Big Bang event, so writing took a while. But now It’s finished! I hope you’re enjoyed it~ Reblogs and comments are appreciated! <3

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