#so i got my power back woop

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 390: Cat n Mouse, p1

He looked like a baby deer, standing there in my bedroom, wide eyed and haha anything but innocent the little gremlin. 

“Have you been snooping?” I scolded, watching the power in my voice basically blowing my bra right off his face and make him take a step or two backwards, letting it fall to the floor. I was trying to sound funny, casual, playful but I’d felt my energy building building building all through my workout and tho it was sposed to relax me now haha I was like ready to nnngh blow up. And then seeing him with my bra on his face? Fucking adorable. It made me swell up even more. The poor little man needed my perfumes to keep himself from getting sick - woops! I forgot all about that, how he needs me -  and I guess there’d been enough of me in that white underwire I’d worn a couple days ago. So, he’d put it on his face to breathe, just so he could have a hint of my scent. S’okay. Now you get the real thing little boy. 

He took a step back, seeing me, his eyes huge and confused. 

“M-M-Melissa…oh my g-god…” he stammered, seeming to forget for the moment what I’d just caught him doing. Instead, he was worried about how I looked. “Y-y-you’re huge.”

I love when he stutters like that, trying to speak to me. “Oh, you noticed,” I smiled, stepping now into the bedroom…and watching him take another step back. He bumped into the shelf. A candle toppled over, and he panicked quickly trying to catch it, but it fell to the ground and knocked over one of the pictures of him I’d framed. Clumsy little monkey. I mean, I guess I can’t blame him. After my workouts I tend to bulge up, like a lot. My muscles swell up like crazy, making me look enormous. And as I came closer to him, I felt them all growing bigger still, vibrating, urging me to just reach out and grab him. 

And I did. 

I reached out my arms, to take him into a hug, but the stinker ducked and got underneath them. He quickly darted to the side, away from me.

“Jay-yyyyyy..?” I sang, turning towards him again, “What are you doinggg?” I sounded crazy like a crazy lady but haha who cares. 

“I, uhhh…” he sputtered, looking this way and that. Guhh it was so cute! Suddenly he darted to his right, but  I was quicker. I cut him off with a single step. He hesitated, backing away again. 

“I’m uh…”

You’re trying to get away from me you little scamp. “C’mere I just want to hold you,” I said, crouching down for to snatch the bra off of the ground that he’d had over his face. I took another step towards him but nnn hahaha he just kept running away. “What is up with uuuu hahahaha? Are u afraiiid of me? Afraid of what you did?”

“I-I ummmm-” he began. 

“You were snooping,” I repeated, finishing his answer for him, “You were looking through my stuff and snoopity-snoop-snooping.” At that I lunged towards him but urrrr he snuck under my arms again and scampered towards the door, running out into the hallway.

I turned, bra still in hand, and stepped after him. By the time I got out of the bedroom he was already scooting down the stairs. 

“Why are you running away from meeeee..?” I called after him as he hit the bottom floor and disappeared around the corner. I giggled. Of course I could just boom out, use my bossy voice, and make him turn right around. I could make him crawl back up the stairs to me til he got to my size 15s, but where's the fun in that hahaha? Well, that actually does sound fun too haha…but I have a better idea.

I  walked to the top of the stairs. “Hide and seek? Is that what you want to play, honey?” I spoke. I made certain he would hear me. My voice, I knew, could carry through the house. In fact it could shatter all the windows, if I wanted. “Cat and mouse?” I continued, as I took my first step down towards the bottom floor. I was still in my workout clothes, this tight white top and black leggings, but my muscles were so pumped up from even just the tiny little weights my mom had downstairs that they were nearly bursting out of my clothes. Maybe I’ll do that, when I catch you, make you watch me burst out of my clothing. 

“So, where is little mousy?” I asked, when I got to the bottom of the stairs, “ Big big kitty wants to playyyyy…” In all honesty I felt less like a kitty and more like a giant mama she-lion stalking for dinner, but I was willing to go with it. I glanced down at the table, this narrow thing that my mom kept in the atrium. My eyes narrowed.  I’d dropped a bunch of ‘Lean In’ and ‘Movement’ pamphlets here last week, and he’d obviously been looking through them. I could smell him on them. 

“I see you found my pamphlets,” I called out to the house, holding back a laugh, “Interesting reading, hm?” I knew I shouldn’t leave these laying around; they're supposed to be for girl-eyes only. Whatever. “And you were looking at that picture of me from the fitness competition? I was big for a twe- …nineteen yr old…” I said, “I’m so much bigger now.”

Come back here and I’ll show you.

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Oh my god, oh my god! What the fuck is happening?? I thought to myself, having moments ago ducked behind the couch, my heart racing with the panic of a hunted animal. What do I think I’m doing?? Seeing her like she was, being caught in her bedroom after finding all the things I’d found - those pamphlets, her notes and ravings, my instinctual reaction was ‘get away from this giant crazy lunatic’.

Deep breath. I know I know I know…this was Melissa. My girlfriend. Of all the people I’d ever met she was one of the most sweet and tender. The perfect girlfriend. At times. 

But it was more than fair to say she could - at other times - be rather unbalanced, and this was clearly one of them. I could see it in her eyes, as soon as I saw her upstairs. She was manic. She was possessed by this need to get bigger, stronger. She claimed it was to protect me, but why did I  suddenly feel so endangered? Why? Was I just confused? She wouldn’t actually hurt me, right? No….no. But I…I needed time to think, to process. What did her having all that propaganda imply, what did all that stuff I found on the shelf mean for us? For me?

“Come out come out wherever you are…!” I heard her tease, giggling. Urk! She was close, walking just on the other side of the couch I was hiding behind. I had to crouch down, shrink down even smaller not to be seen, almost crawling under the couch. I could feel her passing by, and I watched as her long, long legs came into view walking away. Her big thighs bulged through spandex leggings, thick, hip-width muscle lapping at the base of her tapered, heroic torso. The twin planets of her ass rocked back and forth rhythmically swaying as she made her way towards the enclosed indoor pool to look for me. She was carrying the big white bra I’d been breathing from; it dangled from her right hand. Is she using that as bait?

I refused to fall for it. Now was my chance. 

Behind her back, just as she was stepping through the sliding doors, I darted away. Trying my best to stay quiet, I scooted towards the kitchen, and through the back hallway. There was a door there that led outside. If I made it outside, maybe I could-

I could what? As I got to the back door, and my hand met the handle, I froze. I was suddenly assaulted. Assaulted by doubt, apprehension and a new wave of nausea. 

Ugh. Ugh ugh- I- can’t. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t open the door. Something in my rat brain was stopping me. Somehow I knew, as the taste of bile hit the back of my throat, that things would only get worse out there than they were in here. I had a flash, a mental image, a picture of it. I would be cold, weak and alone, and the reality of it made me shiver. I couldn't do it. I’ve got to think of something else…

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I knew he wasn’t in here. I knew he wouldn’t dare go into the pool area. It was too frightening for him now that he was afraid to go near the water by himself. He might fall in again, drown without me.

Yeah, the pool room would be off-limits, even if it was  just to hide from me.. Plus, I knew where he was anyway haha. I could hear him. His heavy breathing, his little steps as he scampered from the great room.  He was trying to be sneaky but to me they were clear as day. I came out here anyway just to give him some time to try to get away, maybe find a really good hiding spot. I wasn’t worried that he’d go outside. If he did, then he’d be really scared, and he’d feel even sicker. So no. I wasn’t worried. He would need me soon.

But I wanted to hold him so bad. Like, now. 

So, after just a little bit - I counted to ten in my head - I turned around, came back into the main living area, and closed the slider to the pool behind me. “I guess you’re not in there,” I called out, knowing he could hear me. I peeled off my workout sneakers - one, two - and dropped them on the floor. Socks too. I liked the feeling of the house shaking under my bare feet, but first I listened. I could so easily sense him and everything about him now. So cool. 

“Oh are you starting to feel sick? Does you're tummy hurt? Hm hun?” I announced, “Being away from me is just so hard, huh?” Slowly I started to walk and yeah haha - <boom boom boom> went my feet. “Take a deep breath hun. There should be enough of my perfumes around so you can handle it - I’m really sweaty haha - but still. You don’t feel so good, do you?” It was like I could feel his stomach turn. “Come to mama. You can sniff her bra again, and make it all better <giggle!>”

This is like playing hide and seek with a toddler. I glanced around the great room, making a show of looking under the couch cushions and behind the big potted plant that I really needed to water, but I knew he wasn’t in here. He was like a little kid, so predictable so I kinda already knew where he was.It was so obvious. Plus haha I can hear his heartbeat. 

He was scared. Was he really trying to resist me?

“Hiding in the kitchen, hm?” I called out, as I casually made my way towards him. I’d turned off my perfumes, completely, a little while ago.  I didn’t really know I could do that, but I guess I can. I giggled to myself. If you're not going to play nice sweetie, then I'm not going to either. I can withhold from you. Let’s see how much you like that.

“Get ready, hun,” I said, “Here I come…”

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Oh no! How the hell?!? I could hear her coming closer, the house - and everything around me - shaking under her feet. She couldn't possibly know!  

My heart raced anew. I thought I’d found a spot, the perfect place. Here, in the dark, I could be quiet. I could try to deal with this building nausea. She’d never think I could actually fit in here, right? I’d just had to push a few cleaning products out of the way and curl up a little. Suddenly my height is an advantage, I thought ruefully, but if she knew I was in the kitchen, it wouldn’t be long until-

<boom boom boom!> her footsteps were coming closer. 

How are they so loud??

She continued to talk to me, teasing me as she approached. “Haha I bet you’re wondering: ‘How does she know, huh? How does she know I was looking at the pamphlets? Her picture?’ Are you wondering that, sweetie? Are you wondering how I know?” 

She was in the kitchen, now. I heard her opening some of the upper cabinets. “I was downstairs working out with my mom’s little baby weights, lifting them all and I felt it. Haha I felt you, what you were doing,” she continued. A cabinet door <slammed>, making me flinch. “How does it feel to have a girlfriend that can read your mind, honey??”

Oh my god she’s crazy, I thought to myself but, for a second, I couldn't help but consider the horrifying possibility. I shivered in some dark mix of fear and arousal. What if she could?

I heard a loud <THUD> as she looked through a garbage can, followed by the clinking of utensils as she opened - a silverware drawer? How small does she think I am??

“Wanna know what else I can do?” she asked as her heavy footfalls - <boom, boom, boom> - approached even closer. What small bit of light came into my hiding space, the little sliver through the door, was eclipsed by the shadow of her legs as she passed in front. She’d stopped. She was now a foot away from me, if that. 

I knew, I knew it right then and there. She was waiting for me. She was standing there on purpose, blithely talking to me and indulging my little game of hiding from her. She totally knew where I was.

“You know, don’t you? That I know exactly where you are?” she began, “I can feel it, but that's not all. I can also tell you’re shaking. You’re quivering. You’re afraid.”

My eyes went wide. How? How was this all possible? I knew I needed to hide. I needed to get away, but all I managed to do was get myself trapped, and now she was coming to get me.

 “Awwww, honey, sweetie…don’t be too afraid…”

<BOOM!>

An enormous footfall, inches away, rattling the cabinets, glassware and indeed the entire house around us. I covered my head and went into a fetal position I heard her begin to laugh. All my nerve endings were screaming and I’d tucked away, backing deeper into my little hole as far as I could.

“You like that?” she chuckled, as <BOOM!> she slammed her foot again into the kitchen floor, to shake the house even more violently and causing me to nearly jump out of my own skin. I heard something crash and shatter in another room. “I can make my feet really heavy. I can make earthquakes for you,” she said, from where she stood right outside my hiding spot, “That’s kinda sexy, right?”

I tried to keep myself from moaning, whining, whimpering - I was so scared! - I didn't want her to hear me. She knew I was here but…but…

“Come on out, sweetie, come on out and I can show you what else I can do,” she continued, “I can use my breath, I can use my eyes, I can use everything that’s super about me and we can have so much fun…”

I couldn’t help it, I let out a noise. It was a groan? A moan? A little whine? Whatever it was it sounded pathetic, and I’m sure she heard it…

“Ohhhhh, sweetie..!” I heard her exclaim, “That little noise! Are you feeling okay? All hidden away from me, away from my perfumes?” I saw her shadow shift outside. “It hurts your tummy, doesn’t it? Being without them? Makes your head all ucky?”

Nnngh. Oh my god. Yes. I wanted it. I needed it, now more than ever. I needed to smell her, to breathe her in. I just need a little.

“Just a little? That’s all you need?” she cooed, torturing me with the promise and an infuriating little giggle, “Come on out, then. I have something that might help.”

I reached my hand out toward the door. I shivered, I shook. My bones rattled like a junkie, my mind desperate.

Wh-What is it?

“‘What is it?’ Hmm, here’s a hint,” she began, frightening me with her evident ability to know what I was thinking,  “it's smooth, and silky and white and it’s reeeeeally big. I think it'll make you feel allll better. You just have to ask nice.”

My breath rattled in my lungs as I pictured her caressing it in her hands. Oh Christ.

  “p-p-please..?” I peeped out, from my dark little spot, giving into my weakness and perversion as I finally revealed myself.

I heard her giggle. 

“Please what?”

“p-please may I come out..?” I asked.

“‘Please may I come out and..’? What else, honey?”

She was going to tease me, punish me, show me the folly of ever trying to get away from her.

“please may I come out,” I began again, my voice timid and meek. Just as weak as I was. I didn't even really know what I was saying anymore. “A-and…” oh my god oh christ what am I saying “...c-can you put your bra on my face?” 

What the hell’s become of me??

 I really need to get out of here!

“Oh, of course sweetie,” she giggled, apparently amused and tickled pink by the candidness of my pathetic request. “I would love to do that, but where are you?” she teased.

“I-I’m down here…” I said, from inside my lair, as I lightly pushed open the cabinet door.

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“Oh good boy!” I sang, laughing. Omigod this was too much hahahaha! He asked! I got him to actually ask for it! “Good boy, good boy,” I said, immediately crouching down and opening the under-sink cabinet where he’d been hiding from me. “Oooo you look so cute, so little and curled-up and scared under there, like a little boy hiding from his - nnngh - mommy.” 

Did I just say that out loud haha??

He still had on his wrinkled little work shirt, his wrinkled little work pants. His brow was all wrinkled up too, he was so nervous, embarrassed. He looked up at me. “Aww, sweetie! It’s okay! Come on out!”

I knew I could have helped him, reached in and lifted him right out of there, but I wanted to stand and watch him crawl out toward me, Which was exactly what he started to do. 

Awkwardly, so awkward, he started coming on out, unfolding himself from the little ball he’d curled himself into. He got partway out, from the cabinet, before he stumbled and fell into a little heap at my feet. I giggled at his clumsiness, and looked down at him.

He started to try to get his hands under himself, maybe trying to stand - but I could tell he really wanted to scamper away.

“Nuh-uh,” I immediately said with a frown, placing a big, bare foot of mine onto his chest. I gently (well, maybe not so gently haha)  pushed him down, until he was laying on the floor. With his scared little eyes looking up at me as I had him pinned on his back, it was priceless! 

 Oh, haha, poor baby. Are you afraid that I saw through your little escape attempt? Afraid I read your mind? This was just too much fun!

“Stay there for a minute,” I told him, my foot now pushing him into the polished hardwood floor of the kitchen. Nnnngh omigod is that a boner? Is he…haha omigoddd…liking having my foot on him, being stepped on? Little man don’t you know I could crush your ribcage like celery sticks?

I considered pushing my foot up, rubbing it in his face. I could make him lick and kiss my toes to make it up to me, for all this running away and hiding. Kiss my feet. The boys in the basement ask to do it. Maybe you should learn to do it too. 

“h-how did you know I was in there?” he finally asked, from down on the ground. There were so many questions in his scared little eyes, but he was really just having trouble accepting the truth about what I could do. I figured I should keep it simple.

“Let’s just call it women’s intuition,” I said, smiling my biggest warmest smile at him as I took my foot off him, leaned down, and picked him right up from under his arms. My bra still dangled from my right hand but I had no trouble; he weighed practically nothing. I could hold him off the ground like this for as long as I wanted, watch him squirm. I looked him right in the eye as I slowly started to pull him in-

Oh ho the little noodge! He put his hands up to my chest, trying to push off, push me away. 

‘Still afraid of me huh? Even with that big boner in your pants?’ He pushed, the little twerp. “Oh like that’s going to help!” Nnngh! That’s only going to make it worse haha! ‘Now, come to mama…’

 I arched my back, pressing my big breasts just further into his small hands. I couldn't keep from moaning. "OOoooOOoooo I like the feeling of your little hands on me, Jay,” I said, “It makes me feel even bigger!” 

It’s true. Maybe I’m a bit mean sometimes, maybe I’m a bad girlfriend but comparing his shrunken body to mine was like my favorite thing to do. “You’re so small, so little and weak,” I said to him, “and when we’re together I feel huge. I love feeling huge.” I giggled. His hands were mushed right into my boobs, basically disappearing. “Do you promise you’ll keep getting smaller for me?”

His jaw was quivering, his eyes big and wide. He was staring at his hands, seeing for himself just how smsll they were compared to my breasts. He was just so powerless. Shocked, he looked up into my face... His brain was slowing down. He was having trouble talking. I had let go just a little of my pheram- uh, perfumes - I didn’t like when he felt sick to his tummy! - but it’s not like he was babbling, or salivating all over the floor. I could just tell he was lost in me. And not just in my size, he was lost in all of me. Sure he was paying attention to  the swell of my shoulders and traps  which, nnngh, were still all pumped up and enormous and maybe haha a little intimidating. But his eyes also traveled into my eyes, my smile, my big thick hair. I just loved how he was looking at me. It's quite nice, sometimes, to be such a bombshell haha.

He was like a baby deer, and now that he’d been caught by the hungry mama bear - haha me -  with his big wide eyes, all his trembling? He might as well have been drizzling himself in honey. “Sweetie I need a kiss, a nice big one,” I told him, unable to help myself as I pulled him in. 

He could tell as soon as my my lips pressed against his: I just wanted to eat him up! He could feel how wonderfully full my lips were and just how easily they engulfed his. He felt their softness and warmth overtake him, and, nnngh, I wanted him to imagine them pressing up against his entire body, being sucked into my mouth, me eating him up! My lips needed no help pulling him into them and haha as we kissed he could feel his breath being drawn from his lungs by my own stronger ones. I held his breath from him and when I finally released him he found himself panting.

“M-Melissa, oh my god…” he managed, his head swimming from lack of air. 

My cheeks warmed up and my excitement built even more. I opened my mouth to respond, but instead a moan came out and once again I pressed my lips against his. Now I really began to suck him in, a huge kiss.

It’s like…I didn’t mean to kiss him again. I should really be punishing him, for snooping, for running away from me and hiding. There were other things I should be doing, I knew, to show him his place, but I wanted him inside me so badly and as I kissed him my mouth opened wider and worked against his, overpowering his smaller lips with my own while again drawing the breath from inside him. I sucked in, and in, and in. He struggled a little, then a lot, in my hands. Squirming around, the little cutie.

I thought maybe I should break the kiss but - haha no -  I didn’t wanna, even as his chest began to strain and I began to get concerned I might collapse his skinny chest. He’d stopped moving. So instead I breathed into him, filling his lungs. I’d taken the breath from him so I could give him my own. Don’t worry, I can give you what you need to breathe. What I breathed into him was better than regular air. It was my air, my oxygen, it was all me me me.

Stil, he began to squirm again, like he was trying to get away from me. 

“You are being such a stinker!” I laughed, breaking our kiss and holding him so our faces were just inches apart. I cocked my head and regarded him, falling into thought as he gasped. “I’m beginning to think that your email friend and this ‘resistance’ are a little problem for us. Are they making you think this way, act up like this, all naughty? I don't want them infecting my perfect little man with bad ideas.”

He shook his head, still recovering. “N-no, Melissa, I just w-wanted to…f-find out more…” 

“Oh, Jay, I know,” I said, trying to stay calm. Think, Missy, think. Be patient with him. “Well, as long as you stop reading those emails, it's no problem.” At least for now. 

He didn’t have a phone, at this point, no one could text him either. We looked through all his mail, made sure he only got stuff we’d want him to read. In fact, is there any reason he needs to read at all? God haha mmmph! That would be amazing! Emptying that little head of his until he can't remember how to read. I could just picture it: I imagined myself looking into his eyes and draining him of all his big-boy smarts until he was like a simple little child, watching all his brains just dribble out. That way I could read to him at night, help him along with books at bedtime. Books like - what’s it called? One Fish, Two Fish? Red Fish, Blue Fish? Or haha One Boob, Two Boobs, White Boobs, Brown Boobs. That should keep him focused on what's important. Haha Boobs Boobs Boobs hahahahaha. 

Sometimes I sound crazy, I know. But everyone is a little crazy when they're in love, right?

“So, though, is that why you were sneaking around snooping? Reading those pamphlets and looking through my stuff?” I asked as gentle as I could be when every inch of me just wanted to, nnngh haha toss his little man body onto the counter and climb on top of him. “You trying to figure me out?” I continued.

At that, I lifted him a bit and <plopped> him on his butt, right onto the granite of the kitchen counter, next to the sink. His little legs dangled off the side. I put my hands down - I was still holding my bra - on either side of his knees, resting the weight of my upper body on the stone and leaning in towards him. Instinctively, he leaned back a bit. People get like that, these days. They have trouble handling me when I get close.

“I should punish you but, well, here. Let me tell you a little about what’s happening…”

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[datcravat]

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[pinkiepiebones]

Strike.

Woops this one got dark. Blood and gore and Bad Ending.

"Hi, are you here for the meeting? Well, come on in!"

Robert had tried. He really did. He tried to get Mark to move the meeting with what precious little time he had. He had been opening up to everyone but it was really hard to tell anyone in the modern era- anyone in general, let's be honest- that the abusive monster he was trying to escape was an actual monster in the literal sense of the word.

As Dracula walked into the church's gym Robert felt every mediocre little crumb of happiness and self-worth he had scraped together over the past weeks wash away. As Dracula bared his fangs in an insidious grin Robert felt nauseated with dread. As Dracula introduced himself to the group at Mark's apprehensive suggestion and shoved his top hat and cane into Robert's arms, Robert knew he was about to witness another massacre.

But.

The cane.

Robert had seen it in his apartment, too, atop Dracula's wolf fur coat. He knew that cane. Of course he did- over the decades he had shined it, shipped it, been struck with it. The handle of the cane was a golden dragon- or rather, the head of a dragon and a somewhat phallic dragon tail. The length of the cane was engraved so as to resemble a stalk of bamboo and stylised with a long serpent, tiny blossoms, and, somewhat garishly, the forms of two small naked women. It was not the Count's fanciest cane.

But it was the only one with a sword inside.

As Dracula snarled and levitated Robert started formulating a plan. Dracula was not inside his head. He was thinking clearly for the first time in half a century, at least. He knelt as he knew Dracula wanted.

"Master, please," he whimpered. "I never should have forsaken you."

Dracula lowered himself and glowered down at Robert.

"You could have had everything," Dracula hissed. "I gave you the choice between the power of a god," he roared, "and the pathetic desperation of humanity." He looked around at the terrified co-dependents cowering in their folding chairs.

"Why? Why choose this?"

Robert looked up at his former Master.

"I've been a fool, Master, and I know I don't deserve your grace" he said softly, making sure to keep a tremble in his tone. He stood slowly, keeping his shoulders slumped, his posture defeated. He feebly offered the top hat and added "torture me, brutalise me, break my bones and my mind but let me live to serve you again." Dracula sneered and snatched his hat back. He turned his back on his slave and placed the hat on his head while asking the group just what sort of torture a treacherous wretched shell of a man deserved.

Then Robert unsheathed the sword and stabbed Dracula in the back.

"Get everyone into the nave!" he yelled at Mark.

"What's a nave?!" Mark said as he fled with the group.

"It's the part of the church with the pews!" Bob offered as he ran for the door.

"I didn't know that had a name!" Mark answered as he held the door open for everyone.

The gym was empty save for two immortal monsters. Robert had pushed the sword completely through Dracula. The handle of the cane was pressed against the fabric of Dracula's coat. Thick black blood was beginning to pool on the floor beneath them. Robert gritted his teeth and moved the sword inside the vampire as best he could and heard the blade scrape ribs.

"Oh, Renfield."

Robert knew what was coming. The vampire disappeared in a cloud of mist and the bloodied sword clattered to the floor. Then Dracula was behind him, one arm tight across his throat. Dracula effortlessly knelt, still keeping Robert in a headlock, and picked up his sword.

"Did you really think that would do anything?"

"No," Robert wheezed. "But I saved them."

Dracula applied more pressure and Robert felt his throat squeeze shut. He tried to gasp and tried to claw at the arm around his neck. Dracula thrust the sword into his back to the handle. He pulled it out until just half the blade was sticking out of Robert's torso, then thrust it in again, adjusting the angle slightly. He did this again and again until Robert's sweater was completely red.

"You can't even save yourself."

Dracula dropped the dying man to the floor and considered slicing his throat for good measure. Instead he picked up the scabbard of his cane and placed the sword back inside. He looked down at Robert and opened his mouth to speak when the gym door slammed open and a police officer walked in with her gun drawn.

"Reb... e..." Robert gurgled helplessly. Dracula grinned down at him, then looked at her.

"Well, looks as though I'll get a meal tonight after all."

-end-

#renfield #robbie don't look #bad end

[beansnsoup]

Can you do a fic where Luigi and a best friend fem reader go kart racing together and he’s super impressed by her skills and she keeps winning, and he realizes he’s deeply in love with her?

Yes luv 🤍

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Shut Up and Drive

Summary: What can he say, he loves a woman in charge, and seeing how you control your go kart made his feeling burst.

Relationship: Platonic, crushing

Warnings: Fem reader, fluff

You pushed your kart out of the garage,

"It's been a hot minute since I've driven a kart." You tell your friend, "I used to drive competitively."

He gasps, "Really?"

You nod, laughing at his reaction, "It's not as cool as you're making it out to be. I really just did it for my family's business."

He was going crazy over you lately. It seemed that every little thing you said or did made him lose touch with reality.

You start putting your hair up so it's easier to tuck in the helmet, "So, I have an extra kart in the back if you'd like to try it out."

He makes his way to the back of your garage in an instant. Once he pushes it out, you've already started. He watches every move you make very intently.

How you swerve past every obstacle, grab power-ups, go upside down, but watching you go up the ramp is what got him the most.

You had succeeded in a good amount of airtime. He could just make out your face in the helmet and the smile that was wiped across it.

This is when he found out what Mario meant when he said that Luigi was whipped for you.

Seeing you in such control made him just want to burst out, spamming a bunch of I love yous.

He doesn't think he could love a woman as much as he loved you right now, well, except for his mom.

You swerved back around next to him, taking off your helmet, swinging your hair that eventually fell out of the tie.

"Okay, want to give it a try?"

WOOP WOOP WOOP

#super luigi #luigi super mario #luigi x reader #luigi #luigi nintendo #luigi my beloved #super mario bros #super mario movie #the super mario bros movie

[astheturtlemoves]

And now for some Dishonored news, I finally began DOTO ! Billie has so much swag but she also cracks me up. "Welp, Time to resolve my daddy issues by killing this pesky Ancient God™ " You do you gurl ✨

Also I just got the Magic Void knife, the Outsider immediately appeared to Billie, who proceeded to point a judgemental finger at the powerful deity who casually maimed her last time they talked, and say "Give that back, I've got no time for this" in her most severe tone. Billie. Treating the the Outsider as a capricious 5 years old. Which he kinda is. I love her your honor.

Special mention to Daud for being dramatic about his life being behind him etc, and then just dying offscreen while I rob a bank. Woops. Sorry Daud no melodramatic death for you. You just got old, decided all your mistakes were someone else's fault and died alone because you sent the only person who could have been there with you to steal a weapon. Not sure I like Old Daud but I gotta say he was very credible.

#also her relationship with daud is so cute and sick it's perfect #'Billie ! thanks for saving my life #glad to see you #I need your help' #and Billie response being just 'okay sure who do I kill ? ' aaaw :'-) #dishonored #DOTO #DOTO spoilers #not sure there's really a need for that tag but oh well #daud #billie lurk

[crystalflygeo]

Long overdue final ebg post (lmao) bc I need to get this out of my system...

Tag for all the posts/storyline

Art by the amazing lovely precious cutie Aine @/ainescribe

First of all I want to thank @i23kazu immensely for allowing me to participate pls I was SO unsure at first haha and she absolutely killed it with the interactions, the lil side project, the prompts, the scores tally... it's just so much work, kudos to you Ying fr!! It was a super fun game.

Shoutout to my besties/mutuals

@silentmoths @ainescribe thank you for your lil asks I love seeing your characters aaaaaaaa 💕

@floraldresvi @moraxsthrone and all the anons I got, your sabotages here and in discord were brutal omg Vi you almost made my cry //pos bc I wanted to react/respond to Li's messages 🥺 EVERY SINGLE TIME ghgnhgnghgn and NOT KEL MAKING MY GIRL HAVE A WET DREAM/SPICY MEMORY TYVM 💕 the way I had to contain myself hELP I loved it svcgavscgvsjgacbkackl

@meimeimeirin you also sabotaged me a lot, meanie //pos I loved SO MUCH your asks/little stories aaaaaa thank you for engaging so much when I know you're super busy 🥺 it def made my day everytime, ty for bringing the girl home and solving my silly lil mystery hehe 💕

@kurikurikurisu GIIIIIRL it's so funny to me that we kinda started interacting more on the last ebg for Rin and then I was like "she's a cool person I wanna fren.... 👉🏻👈🏻 but I shy...." took my sweet time to invite you to the server and turns out THIS ebg got us closer (I think? ehe?//hit) we didn't interact much in tumblr with each other's plots but bOY were we emotional support in discord, we really were in this suffering together 🤝🏻 mhm //nods nods 🤣 thank you so much for being interested in my lil silly plot and my girl aaaaaa

As for the "plot" and other things... (this got so long I am so sorryy;;;)

Well at first I wanted to do kinda a normal ebg, no plot or anything bc I don't think I have the smarts to do an elaborate game/story lmao and I kinda wanted to have more established s/i lore?? And then I realized hey I can use the ebg to introduce my s/i!!!

See I'd been working SO hard on her names lately, researching and studying in-game adepti lore and stuff and I though why don't I make it a simple game where the goal is to guess her name (with me giving hints ofc) and at the very start I had the idea of her losing her memories so she could re-discover/remember things about herself alongside the "players" learning them. Whoever character I got as my bias would help her and get to know her too along the way, even npcs (or in the rare case of me getting Dottore/Pantalone, probs be the villain for her memory loss lmao)

And then I got Kazuha. And it was so SO perfect. I took inspiration from Spirited Away with the plot point of having your name/memories/identity stolen and for some reason I remembered the whole Ino-shika-cho koi-koi card combo from Summer Wars I just had this vivid mental image of a scene where Kazuha dropped the biggest hint by writing the Kanji for Butterfly (Chō) which doubles ofc as the Hanzi for Butterfly/Crystalfly (Dié) written the same pronounced (and romanized) differently :3c

I was very proud of myself//hit also

I did not end up making haiku bc they are complicated but I at least tried to loosely keep/emulate the 3 phrases, phonetic rhyme and sensory elements while referencing my lil plot lmao

✧˖Originally I was gonna blame it on a playful tanuki or smth but I don't think they're powerful enough youkai lmao it was probably a kitsune.... we may never know ✧˖She was technically never in any danger yeah but imagine being lost with no memories and no way to know if you could get them back even because every person she met kept telling her they didn't know ofc she'd break down, or at least me, I'm very crybaby and neurotic sometimes//HIT ✧˖Yes this entire thing was technically Zhongli's fault since he did write her a letter addressed 亲爱的晶蝶 ("My dear Crystalfly/Jingdie") and that IS her name woops on a random note I kinda imagine he also signs with something like 你的龙 "Your Dragon" and vice versa with Crys ("My dear Dragon/your Crystalfly") sgcvgajsvcjhacbajkca //squeals kicks feets

And all this started because I was stressing over the fact that "Crys" is not an appropriate name for a Liyue character lmao, I debated for so long giving her a chinese name, but I didn't want to further make her an OC I wanted her to represent me/my blog (also part of me was and still is immensely worried I somehow insult cn ppl by being as some sort of weeabo equivalent or that I am "appropriating culture" or idk I may be dumb but I try to do my research and I prommy it does not come from a place of malice or anything I genuinely love genshin and Li and it's got me interested in a culture/country I funnily enough have somehow interacted with and have friends in but never really paid that much attention to ig...) and then I just had the epiphany What if I just reverse engineer and name her Crystalfly in cn? Lore would be that either her name got accidentally translated in documents a long long time ago and ppl started calling ehr Crystalfly/Crys and she rolled with it or she simply adopted the translation/nickname as her name for international settings, keeping her true name more private (hidden in plain sight tbh) p sure the only ones who know are the elder adepti (Ganyu/Xiao included) and Neuvillette (once he told her his real/first name) (ironically Crys may be harder to pronounce i other languages lmaoooo rip Fontaine)

Anyway this got way too long lmao sorrryyyyyyyy thank you everyone kith kith love y'all bye!! 💕

#crys plays ebg #final post aaaaaa this was all so satisfyinga nd fun and such a roller coaster dshvhsjdbvhsbvks #crys lore #new tag aaayyyy//HIT #I will spam more in the future but not too much I prommy #I gotta go back to writing soon I'm itching hhhhhhh #ty everyone ilu all <3 #crys yaps

[crypticjackal13]

I have been hyper fixed on Red son for the past month and also LMK characters meeting future children with the reader. But I wanted a more extended story Red son meeting his future child and not the short bulletins and stuff.

Maybe it set like Meet The Robinson’s where Red is shoved into the future by accident but the only difference is that he knows that the child is his and the readers (He’s smart like that). They both try to get Red son back to the present while trying to not let the reader and the others know that he’s from the past. He gets to met his “friends” when their older and it’s really strange to him. I don’t really know how to end it so take as much creative liberty as you want with this story!

Oh my gosh I haven't watched Meet the Robinsons in FOREVER

Also. I did my best but this is more just a story of "oh woops time travel!" So enjoy lol

"No Touchy Please"(736 wc)

Redson meeting his and reader's future child

Fun oneshot

Pronouns: any for Redson, you/yours but you're not really involved

CW: uhhh none??

“What…where am I?” Redson got up from his spot on the ground as he tried to get a handle on their surroundings. One moment, she had been in their lab, showing y/n his new Time Machine…the next, there was a flash of light and they had no clue where he was. 

Dusting themselves off, they recognized the space. Albeit covered in different blueprints and furniture, the room was the same—it was still the lab they always worked in. It was even still missing its smoke detector, for obvious reasons.

They walked over and examined the first paper they could see. It was a messy sketch, but he could tell it was meant to be a hover bike. What made it special, a poorly handwritten note said, was that the wheels could transform and make it a regular bike if needed. Smart, they thought.

The sound of the door’s code being entered caught his attention and immediately they prepared to either hide or attack. What threw them off was the appearance of a teenager-looking person.

He was below her current height, with messy red hair that was pulled back into a bun that clearly was too much for the hair tie. He had eyes that were the same color as y/n’s. And there was a sizable seat of bull horns with a bull tail to match.

“What on earth…Who are you?!” They both pointed at each other, like that one Spider-Man meme that Mei had shown Redson a while ago. It would have made them laugh, were they not currently panicking and realizing that not only had the time machine worked, but they were face to face with his and y/n’s child.

“I’m the owner of this lab! And you—“ the teen paused, looking Redson up and down. “—look scarily like my dad.” 

“That’s because I am! But, if I know anything about time travel, I can’t see myself. So now I’m making it both our problem.” They fixed their glasses. With a scoff, the teenager looked around. 

“I don’t see a time machine.”

“So I’ll make a new one while I’m here,” Redson began poking around the different toolboxes and scrap metal in the space. “In the meantime, what’s your name?”

“It’s Zhou. And I can help, you know!”

They continued to try and make small talk with each other while they worked to put together a much more compact version of the time machine, however Redson couldn’t help but be distracted by Zhou. Sure, he looked like Red, but he acted a lot like y/n. He was careful with whatever he built, and his powers were concentrated. He grew worried when he’d almost accidentally burnt Redson, even though they both were fireproof. It honestly was sweet to see.

“There. Now I’ll be going—“ Red stopped when Zhou caught them by the hand.

“You can’t just jump in! You need to do a test run!” He suggested. Red stepped back and looked around, before seeing a blank piece of paper and crumpling it. She threw it inside the machine and set it to a few weeks in the future. 

“If I’m correct, which I usually am, this paper will come back and be a small pile of dust.” They pressed the buttons and the machine vanished in a flash of light. It reappeared only a moment later. Lo and behold, the paper was no longer a crumpled ball, but was a small dirt pile. 

“I guess it does work.” Zhou said. 

“Indeed. I’ll be off now,” Redson paused halfway into the machine, looking back at her future child. He stood with a hand on his other arm, tail swaying as he looked at the ground. Redson sighed. They reached a hand out and patted him on the head. “Thank you for helping me. I can’t wait to meet you again.”

And in another flash of light, the machine was gone. 

Redson was happy to reappear in the lab again, this time right where they were before. Y/n was still sitting in the chair that was closer to the desk. 

“So, how was it?” She asked.

“Huh? How long was I gone?”

“Only a few seconds. What’d you see?”

“Oh, um…” Red hesitated, stepping out and dusting themselves off. “I don’t know. It looked about the same.”

“Aw man. No cool flying cars?”

“My love, we literally have hover bikes.”

“Oh, right!”

#lego monkie kid #lmk headcanon #lmk #lmk x reader #gender neutral y/n #lmk red son #redson x reader #monkie kid red son #lmk red boy #red boy #lmk oneshot #romantic oneshot

[sirpiglin]

New Birdeater design, my spidersona!

It/he/web pronouns, and uses masculine (Mr, man, sir, etc) addressors for convenience.

I forgot to include web production on that power list, woops!

Character rant, close ups, and previous designs under the read-more! It isn't gonna be super coherent lol

REBLOGS PREFERRED OVER LIKES! Thank you <3

The third one has a charm to it, I think.

Birdeater, known as Magpie as a civilian, is Wisconsin's Spiderman in Earth-720. Spiderman was already a comic book character when he got bit.

Bite event: He was at a zoo bug event when a Goliath Birdeater Tarantula bit him on the wrist. He didn't start feeling effects until a few hours later at home, when he got a fever, headache, and light sensitivity with an overwhelming constant sense of overwhelming dread.

Within a few months, it had two spider legs sprout from its back beneath the shoulder blades, the shape of its feet had changed, it had constant light sensitivity and increased vision in the dark, and its ability to sense dangers and ability to react to them had both increased significantly.

Why: Since the 2008 housing crisis, the year Magpie was born, a powerful man whom most of the city called The Vulture had a firm grasp on every aspect of the police, the city government, et cetera. Not only was he a savvy business man, but he had engineers design a flight suit for him, so he was able to fly and maintain his power over citizens directly as well. When Magpie realized how much power web had, web figured web could use it for good. Webs parents had put web in martial arts and self defense classes since web was little, so web could take a fight.

Magpie is a sophomore in highschool who lives 35 minutes from his school by car, like me irl. He lives in a white flight neighborhood where all the houses are small one or two story homes in the midwest. It HATES its area and so do its parents, but it was the only house that fit their requirements when they were looking to move. He goes to school in the city, but most of the buildings there arent tall enough for efficient web swinging anyways, so when he became Spiderman, he made wings/gliders instead.

Web took this inspiration from the original spider woman who had the tiny armpit wings and decided to modify that idea, as web has always been enamored with the idea of human flight. Most of the time when it is webbing up the limbs, it's in a hurry, so the wings normally only allow for gliding, but if it is preparing for a regular patrol, it takes the time to make the wings well and they allow for proper flight. The wings are also highly sticky, so when it downs a waterbottle, it just tosses the empty bottle onto its wings. This also means cleaning itself after patrols or battles is a nightmare.

@exorjack @jamsandwichhfh

#oc #goliath birdeater #Birdeater #spiderman #spidersona #HRRRGGGGG losing my mind #piggy personal #piggy art

[kraken-o-doyle]

Something bugs me about the gang and their reactions to us coming back.

First we reunite with Tyril (woop) and at first he's happy, but then something shifts; he appears more stoick than relieved on seeing the character. Plus him leaving to find out more info about Mal's whereabouts! Like tf, if I was in his shoes and my dear friend/lover disappeared the way MC did, I would not let them out of my sight. (To be quite fair, we did know each other for a matter of weeks, bit still you got close to one another and know each others secrets; like Kaya?? That is traumatic for him, and for the group to experience such a matter is a good way to get closer to one another)

Next is Nia, and with her it was decent, and her little line about not wanting to leave MC side made me unbelievably happy.

But what happened later in the chapter made a tiny bit confused. Why was Nia using her magic for storytelling? And I know that that was in a way for Nia to cope with losing MC but babe, you gonna die prematurely. Anyway, what did she mean by, I have more power than usual and it's probably because I rejoined the temple. 0_o

Next is Mal and BOI, tf do you mean it's good to see ya?? Either there's gonna be a diamond choice with him literally breaking down crying and telling us how he missed us (PB plz) or that is how they wrote his character in BOLAS 2.

There is either something very wrong with the "reality" we are playing currently in-game or it's just not so good writing. But if it is some sort of false reality, I feel like they aren't our friends and some imaginations of Valax' experiments.

Also the watcher, whom I do not trust for a second, he is urging us to separate the two realms; why? Is it because the Ash Empire are the bad ones? I do not think so, they are just simply trying to get back to the light realm after however many years in the Shadows. to be fair they could be the bad guys and I'm just delusional.

#choices #blades of light and shadow #choices bolas #choices stories you play

[bittertomato]

Woops, I still have Lostbelt 6 feels. Sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Every other Lostbelt King got to go down after a tough battle against the heroes, but not Morgan. Morgan died the way Oberon said would be the only way to beat her: deception and assassination. And damn did it take so much bullshit falling into place to literally stab her in the back.

But that's not what gets me about Morgan's death. It's that Fujimaru, Mash, and the rest of their party will never know about it. The only ones to witness it and remain in this "future" past the collapse of Faerie Britain are Baobhan Sith (who did NOT need more suffering) and the audience.

It's why Oberon Vortigern's My Room line to Morgan tugs at my heartstrings.

I had to do everything within my power to kill you. Despite all that, I never even got to face you when you died. …So, let me be clear: I didn't hate the picture book you drew.

Oberon can scoff and say that once the story is over it'll be something people just move on from. Not me. Morgan's super fucked up ending will stay with me for the rest of FGO's lifespan. Because it works so well narratively-speaking for a character who has so thoroughly convinced herself that she is a villain—the witch that the heroes must strike down, no matter what version of Morgan this is—to die a wretched death.

Except she wasn't defeated by the heroes. She died under thousands of years of Faerie Britain's sins—including her own—and there isn't even anyone besides the audience who will mourn how massively fucked up this is.

#tomato rambles #fate #fate grand order #lostbelt 6 spoilers #lb6 #morgan le fae #my morgan feelings are all over the place #anyway i'm just going to #go back to thinking about #morgan and oberon hating each others guts #and castoria on the side asking why she's stuck on babysitting duty

[butwhyduh]

I've finally got my liver back on track after being sock for months and besides smooth skin I've got my libido back.

Yay!

It got me like

How about a quickie with Tim before he has to leave for work in his suit attire.

Like yes very important and powerful businessman do me 🥵

Woop woop! Happy for you anon! I had some liver issues a few years ago and a big side effect was itching 😬 and I literally scratched bruises into my skin in my sleep. Anyways I got reply off topic lol but I am glad you’re feeling better

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I got an ask for Tim drake being a boob guy and so i put them together. Hope you don’t mind!

Tim felt he was pretty complicated in general. He wore about 15 hats as far as jobs. He was a vigilante and CEO of a company. But there is one area that Tim is simple. He likes boobs. That’s his thing.

Now most people think good boobs are only perky big rounds on porn stars. No. Tim likes all sizes and shapes and genders. But currently he had eyes only for a certain set.

In a soft thin light cotton sundress currently being worn by his girlfriend. You smiled up at him while looking beneath the bed for your shoe with one hand.

“What’s up?” You asked and he really had to compose himself at the slight jiggle as you pulled on a stuck heel. You caught Tim’s looking.

“Really? You’re going to be late,” you teased. Tim shrugged shamelessly.

“I’m kinda the boss,” he answered with a sly smile. “Wouldn’t be the first Wayne late for this reason.” Tim pulled you up and his hand slid to the small of your back. “I like this dress.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm yeah, definitely,” he answered while kissing your throat. He pulled the fabric up your thighs as your made quick work of unbuckling and unzipping his dress trousers. You pulled his shirt tail out with a frustrated huff.

“Too many layers,” you murmured while pulling his pants down. Tim laughed at your aggression. “Don’t laugh. I’ve been crawling the wall,” you said as you wrapped your fingers around his hardening cock. “But someone has been having board meetings all week. I’m about to board you at the meetings.”

“Oh shit,” Tim said amused. He pushed the straps of the sundress down to pull out your breasts. He bent to kiss and nip at them both.

“Timmy,” you finally whined, wanting him to move on to more. He turned to around and pushed on the small of your back gently until you leaned over bed. Tim slid the dress up to show your ass and he groaned when he could see no panties.

“Fuck babe,” Tim said before getting to work. He lined up and pushed in to your warm wet heat. He set a moderate pace while pulling you up to play with your tits.

“Faster,” you said, reaching under the dress to rub your clit. Tim’s hips snapped against yours quicker and you closed your eyes at the sensation. He thought the way your mouth made a little o when when you were close was so cute.

“Don’t stop,” you gasped as your hand sped up. Tim ducked his head in the hollow of your neck, kissing the skin as he breathed heavily. You made little gasps and moans before inhaling like you were going to hold your breath. You writhed and clenched around him as you came. Your legs felt weak as Tim held you steady. A few more snaps of his hips and you felt him cum as well. Tim pushed deeper and held you close for just a minute.

“Now I have to go to work when you’re home in my bed,” he groaned as he pulled out. You grinned at him.

“I mean, the boss can miss a day..”

“Don’t tease me like that. I can’t skip again,” he said, kissing you before fixing his clothes. You teased him one last time by wrapping a leg around his waist and kissing him soundly.

“When you get back.. I’m fucking ruining you,” you whispered in his ear. Tim gulped as he tightened his tie.

“Understood.”

#Tim drake x reader #Red Robin x reader #Tim drake smut #Red Robin smut #friday night smut #batboy x reader #batboys smut #ceo!tim drake #idk what this is but enjoy lol

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR Rambles revenge of the sixth

The titles are dumb.

I'm dumb.

We're all dumb and reading my cringey gay fan comic for a book that has completely taken over my life.

What are any of us doing here.

I don't even like starwars.

This chapter takes place during the "The Fall of Hyrule Castle" chapter aka chapter 2 of the manga.

And yeah there will be quite a few of these and I'll specify where they take place in the break downs. (I try to make it obvious in the comic itself but ya never know.)

Shadow is rambling evil little nonsense and gets dragged to the hell dimension which will look very familiar to us...

This is Dark Link's crib where he lives with all his Links hot chicks Does literally anybody get that reference lmfao.

Also where the four heroes are trapped for 7 years. Well when they stopped being disembodied voices anyway.

Vaati drags Shadow here though to talk.

Shadow's just a cutie pie that wants to please the dude Ganon's no doubt been hyping up as a good alley lmao.

So that's why he recognized the ol wind mage. He saw his divine face before. Vaati's been shown to having shapeshifting magic so I found it fitting he could just...Look like his old disguise.

With the context for this line given: Makes you wonder what else Shadow knows lol.

Vaati being a mentor figure is smth I've always kinda seen him as. I noticed after skimming Vaati's scenes in minishcap Still haven't fully READ it but holy shit there's so many interesting things that link back to FSA....Like uh...How Minish cap Link MAKES THE FOUR SWORD.

I noticed they basically share all their abilities. So I head cannoned Vaati taught him things.

I like Vaati as a pathetic simp who is also a terrible abusive father. COPE. HE'S MY VAATI I DO WHAT I WANT WITH HIM.

Since I've spoiled Hero's shade showing up at some point Woops if you haven't seen any of his art lmfao this also mirrors how he teaches Twilight Princess Link things.

Baby wanted to impress his new dad but new dad is a fan of tough parenting. Vaati sets his expectations high from the get go.

Again: Shadow recognized this attack because Vaati freakin' taught him it. X'D

Fool him once, shame on him. Fool him twice, now Vaati you're just an asshole-

Smth you might notice if you've read the manga a million times:

He blows the four heroes away EASILY but can't get Vaati to budge.

Vaati is powerful lmao not Shadow being weak. XD

Vaati also links his disappointment to physical pain.

Vaati just showing off his power while also making thin threats. A blatant display of who's more powerful, he reenforces Shadow's fear of the light.

Haha. The wording here might ring a bell if you know specific lines from the manga.

Who the hell made Shadow feel worthless before?

Vaati. The answer is Vaati lmfao. Ganon probs too but he's being ignored rn cause I'm unsure if I even wanna touch him tbh.

Vaati's advice comes in handy here actually in more ways than one:

Shadow could shift into one of the heroes, and cause problem.

Shift into Link and cause issues for them.

Also Vaati mentions nobody trusting Shadow how he is.

Ties back into how he shifts into Vio later in the actual manga hah.

Again Vaati veils his and Ganon's disappointment as something to fear, but gives Shadow a small reward of physical affection.

Shadow Link imo obviously craves physical affection so Vaati giving it here is just to keep him on the line of behaving how they want him too.

Shadow can't tell he's being yanked along oof.

Vaati makes his relationship with Shadow clear: Keep in my good graces, I will reward you. Make me angry or disapointed and I will hurt you.

Shadow likes to think he has SOME amount of superiority over Vaati, that they're at least equals but Vaati ain't interested in that.

Hahahha. So much for that plan buddy.

Shadow's eyes were red the entire scene because he's a demon.

I don't got a lot to add to these pages cause they're pretty self explanatory. XD

#four swords returns #Four Swords returns rambles #FSR rambles

[roseverdict]

more of kai making an Executive Decision woop woop badoop

"…hey, Kai?"

Kai knew that tone of voice. That was the I have a question and it might make you mad tone of voice he knew all-too-well from when Nya was little.

He paused the game and glanced at Lloyd. "Yeah, squirt?"

"Why aren't you trying to be the Green Ninja like the others anymore?" asked Lloyd, his voice small.

Kai couldn't bring himself to tell the whole truth, but he could tell some of it. "Eh, once you've seen one Green Ninja competition, you've seen 'em all."

Lloyd's cheeks puffed out. "No, I mean, you wanted it a lot! Now it's like you don't even care! It's weird. You're weird."

Kai sighed and slumped forward. "I guess I just had a bit of a wake-up call or something. It was you, me, and the Fangblade in the volcano. Sure, we had our whole competition going, and if I got the Fangblade, I'd win, but…you didn't see your dad before we got there. The dramatics, his refusal to play nice? It was just like me the time he'd had the Skulkin kidnap Nya, except this time it'd been done to him."

Kai smirked and mussed up Lloyd's hair. "Plus I may or may not have been worried about you, too, so the Fangblade would've been a hollow victory anyway."

"Hah, hey-!" Lloyd spluttered.

"I just…" Kai went on, "…after seeing you and your dad together, I don't think it could be me. But even if it is, I promise you, Lloyd, we'll do everything in our power to find a way out of this dumb destiny thing and keep Garmadon around for you."

Lloyd took a shaky breath. "R…really?"

"Really," Kai said. "In fact, I'll do you one better. Whoever the Green Ninja is, he'll work the hardest out of all of us for it. I personally guarantee it."

Kai caught a glimpse of Wu's hat as he shifted just out in the hall. Wu must really be out of it if Kai just caught him eavesdropping.

"And no matter who it is, we'll have his back all the way, and we'll have your back all the way," Kai continued. "Your dad's surprisingly harmless when he's not being compelled to do great evil, y'know. Even if that harmless evildoing does get on my last nerve."

Lloyd managed a wobbly grin at that. "Yeah, heh, I know."

"Aw, don't get all mushy on me!" Kai complained with a laugh. He still lifted his arm in time for Lloyd to slam into his side and hold on for all he was worth.

Kai pretended not to notice the growing damp spots in his gi, instead silently rubbing little circles in Lloyd's back the same way he would for Nya.

The events of the day seemed to catch up to Lloyd as he Definitely Didn't Cry, Kai Would Back Him Up On That, and eventually he blinked blearily up at Kai. "You gonna make me go t' bed?"

"I mean, not if you don't wanna," Kai said. "You oughta know I stick it to The Man by now, you little gremlin. Bedtimes, shmedtimes. Live by your own rules."

Lloyd giggled sleepily and wriggled a bit deeper into Kai's chest and the couch. "M'kay. Th'nks, Kai."

And then he made Kai's heart swell and break a little at the same time.

"Hope it's you."

And then he was out like a light.

Kai's eyebrows shot up. Wow, show this kid the tiniest scrap of affection and he really became the cuddliest, most trusting little monster to ever monster, huh?

Destiny could wait until at least the end of puberty. If it had a problem with that, it could take it up with Kai's fists.

Kai carefully manuevered the controller up so he could use both hands to save the game and turn off the console, then set the controller aside entirely and reached blindly for the blanket that had fallen off the back of the couch during their tournament.

"Here," said Nya from behind him, pushing the blanket into his hand.

Kai tilted his head back to look in mild surprise.

It looked like Wu hadn't been the only eavesdropper- literally everyone else in the Bounty stood at the doorway, looking in solemnly.

"I hadn't thought of it that way," admitted Jay.

He didn't even have to say it out loud.

Zane shook his head. "Nor did I."

"Kai, you know we can't guarantee that we'll find a way," scolded Cole weakly.

"That's why I didn't," Kai countered. "I said we'd try. That much, I know we can do."

Nya chuckled sadly. "We'll probably have to give him self-defense lessons if we're planning to upend his father's fate."

Kai thought about it for a second. Since he knew intuitively what Lloyd's destiny was meant to be, he knew fighting skills were probably in the kid's future anyway.

"Yeah, probably," he said out loud.

"We can all teach him," said Zane.

"Never pegged myself as a teacher, but this would be worth it," agreed Jay.

"It'll be tough," Cole warned. "We'll all need to get better at taking responsibility. Remember, Lloyd doesn't have an element."

Kai pointedly did not look in the direction he'd seen Wu's hat in.

"If we're doing this, we have to be able to keep him safe, then to teach him to keep himself safe, even with how strong our enemies tend to be," continued Cole.

Kai nodded firmly. "And we will."

They had to.

Lloyd grumbled in his sleep and weakly smacked in the general direction of Kai's face. "…sh'ddup."

"You got it, tiny," Kai said without a moment's hesitation.

"Eh, it won't be the first time you've stepped up to the plate," remarked Nya in a whisper. She gave Kai's forehead a kiss, grinned smugly at his disgust, patted him on the head, and started ushering the other ninja out. "Sweet dreams, softies."

"Excuse you, I am the epitome of aloof!" Kai hissed.

"Sleeeeeeeep," groaned Lloyd.

"Alright, alright," said Kai immediately.

Nya shoved her hand to her mouth to stifle her giggles, but then she and the rest were back outside.

Only Wu was left, out of sight from where the others had been standing.

"You cannot keep his fate away forever," Wu informed him wearily. "Believe me, Kai, I have tried this before. This is not my first attempt at doing so for someone in my family. Destiny has spoken."

Oh, huh, right. Garmadon was Wu's brother just as much as he was Lloyd's dad.

"Then I refuse to listen. You'll just have to tell destiny to take a rain check or something," Kai declared. "If it wants him to fight his freaking father, it can at least wait until he's grown up some."

Wu searched Kai's eyes for something.

Kai just held his gaze with a firm almost-glare. "I figured it out in the volcano, Sensei. All my training to be the best ninja was never to become the Green Ninja. It was to protect him. If I have to protect him from whatever bull they're writing in the Cloud Kingdom, then fine. If I have to protect him from his own destiny, fine! I'm not letting the only one on this dang boat who can relate to Jay on Father's Day just lose that."

Lloyd chose that moment to sit bolt upright, his elbow jamming directly into Kai's sternum, and tell Kai with the utmost urgency, "Hurry, Kai, we gotta catch up to Fritz Donnegan and his crew! They're gonna leave for the Golden Planet Of Light without us!"

Kai wheezed and fought to get his breath back, then took a look at Lloyd's face.

His eyes were barely even open.

Kai smirked before he even realized it. "Well, you go tell Fritz I just gotta finish up here, alright, little man? I'll be right behind you."

Lloyd "looked" over his shoulder, then back at Kai, his eyebrows scrunching up worriedly.

"Promise. Won't be long," Kai said, guiding him back down.

After a long moment, Lloyd nodded. "…kay." He then burrowed back into Kai's side as if he'd never sat up at all.

Whatever Wu was looking for, he seemed to find it as he watched them, and he sighed in resignation. "Very well. I hope you have a plan for when the truth inevitably comes out?"

"I do my best work when I'm winging it," scoffed Kai. He glanced down at the sleeping Lloyd for a moment. "Besides, he's nine. It'd be worth anything to hold this off even a little longer."

"…good night, Kai."

Wu leapt up into the rafters, likely heading to his room to meditate.

Kai shifted in place with a sigh, tossed the blanket over himself and Lloyd, and settled in for the night.

(Unbeknownst to any of them, Nya stood just a few feet past the door, frozen in place with horrified eyes, her hands pressed over her mouth, and a shiver running up her spine.)

#rosie writes #ninjago #kai makes an Executive Decision au #kai smith #lloyd garmadon #wu ninjago #nya smith #jay walker #cole brookstone #zane julien #does it count as a fathers day fic if fathers day is mentioned one (1) time #also shshshshshshshs the og bounty has rafters now dont question it #me sprinkling in stuff from previous seasons and also 'a sane reaction to finding out the gremlin has to fight his dad who he loves': #you put the peeps in the chili pot and add the m&ms

[jams-sims]

So this is the creation of the spiders it all started with a single death of a childhood friend. So they all made a fucking murder pack with each other. Which lead to them becoming one of the deadliest groups. Shit, we even get a glimpse of how Machi learned to do what she does but to the living.

So from Nobunga words clearly they lost their way, they were meant to be "heros". But got corrupted along the way. An either killed Kurapika entire clan for power or was complacent and accomplices to their death to gain power.

After they got older its clear they said fuck the world and the world answered back no fuck you. Gon in all his hardships never morphed his abolsulte shitty hand into his villian orgin story. I feel bad for child chrollo cause if you look at metero city it is a fucking nightmare. An no wonder Hisoka and Chrollo are so feared. I would be scared to if a city that was basically a bunch of tent stuck together and a large ass forest full of dead kids. Produced some of the most unhinged fucking nenusers. Those type of condition not even the zoldyck could't reproduce.

An instead of holding out hope to do the best Chrollo fell to despair. He wants to kill hisoka because it like the little girl all over again.

I still hate Chrollo cause Kurapika is my bby, but having someone more deadly molly woop your group. Because you misunderstood how this was going to go down. You can ride this high horse of we are better our plans are better (our shoes are better) and not think your gonna get pushed back down. Thats all Hisoka really did now that I think about it. He made them feel like powerless childern again. By taking out two of their own.

#hxh #chrollo #hxh 397 #hunter x hunter

[eldritch-araneae]

Sparkpulse: Arrow of Time, Part 2.

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The Detroit Interplanetary Spaceport is busy as usual. Bumblebee is going to his shuttle bound to Mars. He wants to go home after a long week he spent doing serious work on Venus. Sometimes being the Senior Life Warden is just like that.

On his way home, was visiting Spike’s grave as he does every year for 150 years. Though “grave” is a huge tree. Humans stopped burying their bodies in caskets to preserve them, instead they return to nature after death. Bumblebee still misses him a lot, but he accepted his passing and made peace with this pain.

Suddenly someone bumps into him from behind. The dragon turns around and sees a taller beastformer in the alt-mode with blue plating and bright green optics.

“Woops, sorry!” they apologize, but then something unexpected happens. As mech looked at Bee, they froze in place, staring into his optics. Bumblebee stared back at them. A strange feeling fills his spark as he senses what the other is feeling right now.

A sense of familiarity? Affection? Have they meet before?

Sure, Bumblebee has his hand in the creation of cybertronians, but he rarely meets new mechs in person. He puts a spark inside the pod and leaves, as the pod finishes the forging without him. Cybertronians emerge fully developed and with basic social skills and wisdom. Sari often jokes about how he’s essentially a pollinator because pods look like flowers. He likes the idea and finds it comforting instead of being an all-powerful god.

“Ah! I’m sorry again!” the blue beastformer was the first to snap out, swinging their long and flexible tail and twitching rabbit-like ears. “I didn’t mean to stare!”

Bumblebee smiles. He is not upset over this. He used to people looking at him all the time.

“That’s alright. Are you okay, though? Judging by force you collided with me, it was quite a fall.” He’s carefully inspecting them for injuries and easily recognizes their alt-mode.

A jerboroo!

That’s a cute animal that looks like a combination of jerboa, kangaroo, and rabbit. But looks are deceiving as they’re armed with paralyzing venom they inject through long fangs. They aren’t visible, but jerboroos can open their maw wide, like a snake. This animal is fast. Strong legs allow them to leap far, and he notices a small engine on their back.

A hybrid of an animal and a vehicle.

“I’m okay!” the jerboroo reassures him as they place their hand behind their head in an awkward yet carefree fashion. “I just got distracted and tripped over my foot.”

Before Bumblebee could reply, the voice announces that the shuttle to Venus will depart soon.

"I’m gonna miss the shuttle!” both mechs exclaimed at the same time in panic. They exchanged looks with realization. Bumblebee grabs the other by the hand and two idiots are springing towards the right gate, attracting many looks in the spaceport.

The two made it just in time and sat next to each other before the takeoff. Once the shuttle climbs to the Earthian Orbit, it went through the Space Bridge and teleported to the fourth planet of the Solar System. Interplanetary shuttles are like space buses: traveling to the planet is fast, but it has a lot of stops on the planet itself.

Bumblebee’s stop is the last one on this route, so it will take a while. He usually sleeps it though, but this time he has company. He just met the green-eyed mech, but something tells him they will be friends!

“By the way, I’m Rubble.” They said, sharing the same feeling.

“Selene or, if you’re comfortable, Bumblebee.” he introduces himself, despite everyone knowing his names. Manners are still manners. “Nice to meet you. "

They spent their time talking about random stuff as stops go by.

-----

"By the way, what happened to you when you forged the last generation? I wanted to meet you, but I was told you got sick?” Rubble asks.

“I did!” Bumblebee snorts. “Creating around 250 species of flora and fauna of all kinds, then forging over 100 cybertronians in one day is bad for my health.”

“Why did you do that?! I mean, you gotta rest!” Rubble was horrified by Bumblebee’s self-neglect.

“Overenthusiasm.” a simple reply sends both of them into a laughing fit. “After that, Windblade and Sari always drag me to rest.”

------

“Saturn sounds lately like it’s choking or something.” Rubble says. “I wonder why.”

“It’s probably still mad over the fact that Starscream convinced me to steal its moons for Mars and Venus.” Bumblebee chuckles.

“You did WHAT?!"

“I don’t know what Starscream has against Saturn, but for months he was persistent in stealing moons from the ringed gas giant. That’s how Venus has Iapetus and Mars has Mimas besides Phobos and Deimos.” He says in an amused tone.

 It was a hard undertaking, but at least no one on both planets complains about the lack of moon in the sky anymore. “By the way, are you working in the space field?”

“Yes, I work at NASA and do stuff like sonification of electromagnetic waves or colorize images from our telescopes and such.”

“That’s amazing! Reminds me of my old friend.”

------

“Whoah, you used to work as marshaler at the airport?” Rubble asks in amazement.

“Yep, I was both “Follow Me” Car and marshaller in a few Detroit airports. I liked how I, a small at the time car, would escort a large passenger plane.” Bumblebee smiles nostalgically.

“Agree, it has its charm.”

------

They kept talking until Rubble realized they had missed their stop.

“Oh stars, this is my fault. I’m so sorry!” Bumblebee apologizes, feeling bad for distracting his new friend. He should have asked which Rubble’s stop is, but they were enjoying each other’s company so much they didn’t notice the passage of time.

“That’s okay, I really should have paid attention to the announcements.” they sigh. That means they have to get off at the next stop and wait for the next shuttle on the way back. Which will take a while.

“I will make this up for you!” Bumblebee says with determination igniting in his optics while typing a message to Windblade and Sari.” How about you stay at my place and go home tomorrow? We have enough space for guests.”

“Awww, you’re too kind!” Rubble smiles. Normally they would decline an invitation from a stranger. But Bumblebee doesn’t feel like one to them. “Thank you very much! I hope other Life Wardens won’t mind."

Bumblebee looks at replies from home and smiles. "Oh, believe me, they are totally okay with you.”

They entertain each other until the last stop.

------

This dusk began with bad news. Insecticon observations showed a grim picture for jerboroos and related species. Their population dropped drastically in the past few months and today was proclaimed endangered.

Bumblebee is reading fresh reports to figure out the cause. It’s not caused by a disease or a balance shift in the ecosystem. It’s nothing to do with energon either. And Cybertronians rarely hunt them because of their toxins. The only logical conclusion left is poaching.

All reports contain one crucial detail - all dead animals had their toxin generators removed. This must be the reason, but why? It’s possible to milk an animal for poison without harming it. Unless they want not just poison, but the entire system.

The dragon scowls, remembering his time dealing with human poachers and trophy hunters. Autobots worked hard to prevent it, steering humanity closer to conservation and keeping the balance in the ecosystem. Hunting is essential to maintain the health of the environment and feed communities, and the rich should never tarnish it with their dirty hands like anything else.

But the rich stopped existing by now. There are no billionaires, monopoly is illegal, hoarding is illegal, people don’t have to work to survive and politicians are held on the short leash. So who are those poachers and what they’re trying to achieve?

Seeing this come back is a bad sign.

His first idea was to poke Swindle. This guy is always ready to jump into shady business for profit and always knew what happens in the societal underbelly. But even he has standards and was disgusted with the news. The salesman knows nothing about it, so poachers are keeping it to themselves, staying out of people or Insecticon sight. 

The investigation got stuck, stressing Bumblebee out. He sighs deeply, sinking into his chair.

“Bee! Sari!” Windblade’s urgent voice calls for them as she rushed inside their house. He jumps from his seat and runs into the corridor to see her, holding a trembling Rubble by her side.

“What happened?!” Bumblebee asks, seeing and feeling the enormous stress coming from both mechs. This can’t be good. Rubble is trying to say something, but bursts into tears as a terrifying realization hit them. Seeing their state, Bumblebee and Windblade prioritized their wellbeing. They guide Rubble to the kitchen, where they found Sari, who was in the middle of her snack and didn’t hear them come in.

“Eek!” she jumps in place, dropping her spicy chicken taco. She struggles to catch it for a second, practically juggling her snack. After securing her food, she glares at the group. “Guys, you can’t just materialize in the kitchen like this!”

Sari’s reaction was amusing enough to calm Rubble down. “Sorry…” they mutter quietly.

Her expression changes after seeing their upset face. “Wow, what happened to you?”

Rubble said nothing, only shutting their optics shut and turning away.

“Okay, how about you eat first? Food always improves the mood!”

“We had the same idea.” The dragon said as he moved to their food storage and pulled a container with delicious homemade energon soup. While he prepares it, Windblade guides Rubble to the seat at the dining table.

After he’s done, Bumblebee places the plate with the soup in front of them. It illuminates a soft deep blue glow, with copper and iron inclusions. Like Sari said, eating eases their nerves. Windblade sighs in relief and sits down by the table, grabbing rust sticks on the way. Bumblebee and Sari also sit down.

‘I found them injured earlier.’ Windblade said to Bumblebee and Sari via telepathy. ‘There was a nasty stab wound on the side, and a lot of cuts over their hands. I healed them with Bee’s powers and brought them home for safety.’

‘The hell?! Why Rubble? They're like the most innocent person around.’ Sari’s eyes widen.

‘Who did this?!’ Bumblebee is holding himself back from bursting into anger like a volcano. ‘This person is in deep trouble.’

‘I asked, but as you saw, they’re in a terrible state to talk.’

‘Rubble should stay with us.’ Sari says. ‘They tell us later once they feel safe.’

Bumblebee nods, then looks at Rubble. “How about you stay with us for now?”

“R-really?” Rubble perks, swinging their tail from side to side. “Thank you!”

------

Rubble settled in a guest room. At first, they were afraid to set out of the house, but Windblade did a great job of reassuring them and mitigate the physiological damage. After a week, they gathered the courage to tell what had happened.

“I was on my way home. Suddenly, I felt something was coming from behind to harm me. I turned around and saw a blue mech with an orange face dashing towards me with a blade! The mech sliced my arms when I tried to protect myself. I pushed the attacker away, but he was fast, and stabbed me to the side.”

“What happened after? When I came, the attacker was gone.” Windblade asks, carefully monitoring their mood.

“I was bending over, clutching the wound. I felt the danger coming from above, he was about to finish me! To save myself, I transformed and bit his arm. He screamed and flailed, then run away. I was getting weak, and I thought I’m gonna die, but then you came!” Rubble’s optics filled with tears. “I don’t know why he did this, I bothered no one. I don’t wanna die!”

Life Wardens hug them tightly, letting them cry their spark out. Rubble felt terrified because of near-death experiences, yet relieved because their new friends were here to protect them. 

Bumblebee could feel those emotions, along with ache and anger, coming from Windblade and Sari. They knew this accident is related to a poaching case… but this time the perpetrator made a mistake.

“I’m gonna beat this guy’s ass so bad he’ll never be able to sit again!” Sari was the first to break the silence after Rubble calmed down, making them smile.

“Can you send me a picture of him from your memory banks?” Bumblebee asking for a crucial clue. This makes the case finally go.

“Sure!” Rubble nods. “Please, be careful.”

------

Rubble quickly grew accustomed to their new home, Yggdrasil, as their curious and playful nature surfaced after the two more weeks. They’re out exploring every corner of the sanctuary and saying “hi” to every little thing, and even creating more connections with people who come by, like Cheetor or Skyfire.

Life Wardens adore Rubble and easily accepted them as part of their little family without realizing it. There is just something very familiar about the jerboroo, but none of them can put a finger on it.

One time Bumblebee took Rubble with him to the scientific event. Not only to bond with Rubble more, but also to seek more clues. They were talking about various science topics until a blue and golden-looking bird beastformer interrupted them.

“Senior Life Warden.” the beastformer says to Bumblebee. “I never thought you would leave your tree and come into public.”

“I could say the same about you, Metalhawk. The observatory is practically your home.” Bumblebee grins, making the other laugh. Despite the light mood, the dragon isn’t thrilled with the bird’s presence.

“Can’t argue with this.” Metalhawk smiles, but his expression quickly changes to series. “I want to know something, now you’re here.”

“Yes?” Bumblebee frowns, knowing where this conversation will go.

“Are planning to take your seat in the Solarian Council?”

 “As I told you before, I have a lot of responsibilities on my shoulders. Especially now with poachers on the loose!”

“But didn’t you make the entire system of organizations take away some of your workloads?”

“Why are you keep asking?” Bumblebee breathed out harshly. He’s tired of having this conversation over and over.” Is this about Starscream?”

“Yes, Selene!” Metalhawk exclaimed loudly, making many people look at them. Everyone stayed silent until everyone went on with their business. “Every person there is the highest rank of their every sector. Except for you, sending in your stead Starscream who is too ambitious and arrogant. You’re the eldest among us, and you’re very experienced. We need you!”

“If you need my insight, you can always call me and ask. There is no need for me to be there. As I said, I have a lot of responsibilities, and even with organizations, my hands are full.”

Metalhawk looks at Bumblebee with a disappointed look. “Out of all people, you are the one who must lead.”

“And I simply don’t want to. I don’t want to be on a pedestal again.”

“This will be different, you have therapy and --”

“No!” Bumblebee’s expression changed from furious to pained. “I can’t do his. I’m still recovering. What I went through is not something I can snap fingers and make go away.”

The tension hanging in the air. Rubble’s gaze jumps between two mechs until they spoke. “I think you should have more faith in the people surrounding you, Metalhawk. Starscream might be arrogant, but he’s a good friend of Bumblebee!”

Metalhawk looks at them with a surprised face.” You speak confidently, but how can you know though? I have never seen you before with any Life Wardens.”

“I just know. Starscream helped Bumblebee many times. Isn’t this right?”

The dragon also looks surprised. What Rubble said was true, but the fact they know! They didn’t meet Starscream, and he told nothing about him yet. Strange.

“Starscream is a good friend.” He said.” And he’s good with politics. That’s why I elected him into my position.”

Metalhawk sighs in defeat and starts walking away. He turns to look over his shoulder at the dragon. “I hope you’re right.”

Bumblebee and Rubble walked home in silence. The conversation was bothering him, he hates how some people won’t accept “no” as an answer. But he won’t comply. He will keep doing his job, the duty that was assigned by his creator without asking, on his own terms.

“By the way, ‘Selene’?” Rubble asks, hoping to distract him. “I saw people usually refer to you by this name. I thought you were always called ‘Bumblebee’, no?”

The dragon smiles. “Yes, but once I took on my role again, some people thought my name was too cute and affectionate to use for formal settings and people who weren’t close to me. Eventually, people started referring to me by my title… which I didn’t like much. After all, I’m just a person doing the job I was made for. I don’t wanna be on a pedestal for this.”

“Ah, understandable. How did you choose it?”

“I listed all the names I was given in the past for people to pick up. There were a lot of discussions and votes, but soon, they agreed on Selene. It sounds almost identical to the human Greek Goddess of the Moon, and I wear a lot of night and moon aesthetic on holomatter avatar, so it fits.”

“That’s so cool! And yes, you always look stunning in your dresses. You have excellent taste in fashion.” Rubble smiles widely.

“Thanks!” Bumblebee always ‘blushes’ whoever compliments his little interest. “So now I’m officially registered as Selene, but friends and family still call me Bumblebee. I’m okay with this.”

------

Bumblebee glances to the side and sees a figure watching them intently. He feels hesitation coming from the figure’s spark. This is very suspicious. The dragon scowls and leads Rubble away.

Windblade and Rubble walking thorough Yellowknife Bay in their alt-modes. The jerboroo curiously observed her changing form. Her spark is reconstructing the body, shifting from a VTOL jet to a dragon. Her main body is fully formed after countless molting. She has blue fins on her limbs, tail, and sides of her head. The top of the head is crowned by golden antlers, and the top has a lure, emitting a soft lilac light. The wings are the only parts that are in the process of changing.

“So, how long before you’ll be able to fly again?” Rubble asks. “I bet your wings gonna be huge!”

She slightly moves her wings. “Yes, I’ve been stranded on the ground for months. I don’t feel my jet fans anymore, so I’m guessing the final molt is soon.”

“Ohhh I can’t wait to see your final form! It’s curious how a lot of cybertronians are forged to be animal and vehicle hybrids. Meanwhile, you’re dropping all vehicle parts.”

She chuckles. “True, life is filled with unexpected results. Bumblebee and I have been speculating a lot about my future alt-mode. Because I was forged on Caminus, the water world, it has an immense influence on turning my alt-mode aquatic. Yet still able to fly.”

“Sounds exciting!”

They walk for a while until they reach Sari, talking to Skyfire.

“All populations are doing well here! Bumblebee will be pleased.” Sari says, examining the datapad. She looks at up the tall white hybrid wyvern in his root-form. “You did great, Sky!”

“Thanks! I love this job. Observing animals and plants for research is so relaxing.” He says, swinging his tail side to side.

“I’m glad you are enjoying the process.” Windblade says as she approaches with Rubble.” Your help means a lot to us, especially for Bumblebee. We don’t want him to get sick from overworking.”

Starscream appears from the clouds and lands near the group. Skyfire is so happy to see the dragon, he picks him up and twirls around like he weights nothing. Starscream yells and tries to appear annoyed, but everyone knows it’s a mask. Skyfire puts him down, just making it more apparent how big the white wyvern is.

“Oh look, your date has finally arrived,” Sari smirks.

“What are you talking about?! I came to take Skyfire back to the lab to work!” Starscream protests, obviously flustered.

“You can always flirt between your works~” she puts her hands under her chin, making the most gremlin expression known to humankind.

“I’ll punt you to the Sun!” he pouts even more, making everyone laugh. Then two dragons flew off, leaving Life Wardens and Rubble behind.

Before they could say anything else, Rubble noticed the same figure from before, watching them in shadows. They quietly motion with their optics, directing Sari and Windblade’s attention.  

“You! What do you want from them?!” Windblade shouts angrily, then dashes at the figure.

The figure yelps in surprise and hurriedly transforms into a winged ursagryph and takes off. Windblade couldn’t chase him, but she took a good look at him so they could identify them.

-----

“So, what do we have?” Sari asks as Life Wardens and Rubble gathered in the main room back home.

“The stalker’s name is Darksteel. He’s the only person with ursagryph alt-mode, so he was easy to identify.” Windblade says, showing the blue mech with wings. “He seems harmless, but he was sighted near places where mass poaching has occurred. The inspectors tried to catch him already, but it’s tricky. He’s nimble and knows well when to use his small jet engines to escape.”

“And the one who assaulted Rubble is Quake,” Bumblebee says, showing several pictures of where he was sighted. “He’s also under investigation, but yet to be caught. Thanks to Rubble’s health logs, investigators could determine it was him killing jerboroos with his blade. Many clues point that he’s the leader, but unlike Darksteel, he hides very well.”

“I heard investigators also found big stashes of jerboroo neurotoxins with fangs and toxic sacs, hidden in several locations.” Sari huffs. “And they know it because some poachers got hospitalized. This stuff can easily kill if handled poorly. Sadly, they know little about their leader. Though I wonder if Quake is still alive after Rubble bit him.”

“So, I was targeted because of my alt-mode?” Rubble asks, anxiously holding their tail to their chest.

“Yes, I’m afraid,” Bumblebee says as he put his comforting arm over their shoulder to pull them closer.

Rubble hums in thought. “Seems like an organized crime… but why? What they’re gonna do with those toxins they gather?”

“That’s a good question… Darksteel is the one who people have seen the most, so I would go for him. We just need to figure out how to catch him. He can’t run forever.” Sari says.

After thinking for a minute, Bumblebee asks, “Which generation is Darksteel from?”

“The last one you pollinated.” Windblade answers. “Very fresh, he may be learned some tricks, but he won’t be as experienced as older cybertronians. ”

“In this case, I have an idea.” Bumblebee grins mischievously, as he calls to Rainmakers. “Just need to clarify a few things.”

 Nova Storm is the one who answered his call. “Hey Bee, good to see you!”

“That’s perfect! Nova, you’re the mech I need right now.”

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Bumblebee and Sari are soaring in the air at high altitude above a martian ocean. She’s sitting on his back, covered in protective armor and secured by vines, phasing through Bumblebee’s plating and wrapping around her.

“I hope we can make this guy talk.” Sari hopes to solve this case as fast as possible.

“Me too. This situation is getting out of hand, and we must interfere fast.” Bumblebee replies, sharing the same feeling. “I sense Darksteel below us. Hang on tight.”

As he felt Sari tightening her grip, he dives in a spiral motion. In a few seconds, they reached their target, and Bumblebee grabbed him with all his six paws. “Gotcha!”

“AHHH! SELENE?!” Darksteel yells in fear. “So you came after me directly?!”

“What else did you expect? You’re part of the group who messing up the ecosystem and threatening innocent people!” Bumblebee snarls. ���You almost drove jerboroos to extinction!”

They struggle in the air, spinning, and falling until the ursagryph frees himself and blasts off at full speed.

“Oh no, you won’t get away this time!” the dragon yells and flies after him as fast as he can manage.

Darksteel is faster, but Bumblebee has a plan. Instead of trying to catch up to him, the dragon maneuvers around and roars loudly enough to scare his target. In a blind panic to get away from the angry deity, the ursagryph doesn’t notice how he’s flying right into an intense hurricane.

“Woah, we flew him right into a storm!” Sari exclaims in excitement as turbulence rises, mixed with the pouring rain. “Are trying to exhaust him?”

“Yep, and he’s already struggling.” He says as he senses Darksteel’s spark moving erratically. He tightens his grip on Sari with vines. “Lie flat against me. This is about to get really windy.”

“Yeees!” she braces herself.

Soon they reach the eyewall, where are the most fierce winds of the hurricane are blowing. The wind is so turbulent it tosses them around like a leaf. The updraft would push them high, then the next few seconds a strong downdraft comes, creating the illusion of being in zero gravity for a moment. All this is accompanied by excited shrieks from Sari, who is having fun. Bumblebee, thought is changeling to stay in control of the flight, handles it well and enjoys the ride as well.

This cannot be said about the Darksteel. The dragon cannot see him through all the rain, winds, and gray clouds swirling around, but he feels ursagryph’s spark fluttering like crazy, radiating the mixture of frustration and exhaustion.

“Do you like the weather?” Bumblebee says in a sassy tone through his commlink. “Should have talked to us when you got a chance. How about trading my help for your information?”

“Screw you! I will get out of here and you’ll never catch me!” Darksteel laughs, still pretending to be in control.

“Good luck, call me when you’ll need me.” Bumblebee says, and to save his energy, he maneuvers into the eye of the storm. The rain stopped, the skies had cleared, and the water below became still. He loosen his vines around Sari, letting her to sit up.

“Woah!” Sari sits and looks around. It’s sunny and calm, surrounded by a thick wall of clouds they just came from. “Knowing is one thing, but seeing it with my own eyes is amazing!”

“I’m glad you like this.” He chuckles in delight. At least they both having a good time despite circumstances.

“That was so cool!” she throws her hands in the air and laughs. “I have never seen rain fly upwards like someone broke gravity. And the turbulence! Never thought hurricanes can be like this! No roller coaster will ever be this fun! And you handled this masterfully! Looks like your trips to mega stormy Caminus taught you a lot.”

“Hah, compared to Caminus, this hurricane is fairly tame. I guess I should take you with me next time I’ll fly into the storm to unwind.” He laughs. Even after many years, he finds this strange how intense winds soothe his nerves. But it works, so he has no complaints. “Windblade gonna love this too when she’ll be able to fly again.”

Life Wardens chill in the eye for a bit, before Sari asked, “How is our little friend? Do you still feel him, right?”

“Yep, Darksteel is having the hurricane edition of marry-go-round.” He looks in the direction where he senses the ursagryph. “Trying to brute force his exit with speed isn’t working well for him.”

“I guess we gotta just wait for a bit… oh?” Sari perks as she sees something below them. “Is that a ship down below?”

Bumblebee was focusing all his attention on Darksteel, he didn’t even notice they were not alone in the eye. He looks down to see a fully loaded cargo ship, sensing two sparks: one is big, definitely belonging to the cargo ship and a small one, regularly pulsing twice per cycle, a human or elf. A second later, he recognizes them.

“Hey!” a human exclaims as they see the dragon fly near them. “Great Uncle?! Sari?!”

"Small world, huh?” the ship laughs. “What are doing here?”

“Miko, Bulkhead!” Bumblebee greets them. Life is full of surprises, and he never expected to see his grandniece of the 12th generation of the ever-expanding Witwicky family tree in the middle of the hurricane. “We’re just having fun.”

“Of course, that is exactly something you would do.” Miko laughs, along with her best friend.

“So, how did you end up here? I rarely see heavy cargo ships swimming through severe storms.” Sari asks as they landed on the deck.

“Oof, yeah, we accidentally trapped ourselves,” Miko says. “We got too distracted to see weather radar and end up inside the eyewall before we could react.”

“That was terrifying! I never see such enormous waves in my life and I almost got turned multiple times!” Bulkhead whispers as if he’s afraid to piss off the storm. “Lucky we got tossed into the eye, but we don’t know what to do.”

“Darn, that’s sure an unpleasant situation. The hurricane won’t stop until it reaches the land, and even then you still would have to deal with eyewall and storm surges.” Sari says.

“And we already deviated from our course.” Bulkhead sighs in frustration. “I’m just afraid to go back to huge waves and risk losing all cargo or Miko getting hurt.”

“I see… perhaps I might help,” Bumblebee says after thinking of a plan. “I can open a portal just outside of the dangerous part of the storm and you can safely get away.”

“Are you sure? Don’t portals hurt you?” Miko frowns.

“Yeah, but one portal won’t wreck my body, and it’s a short one.” Bumblebee reassures her and takes off into the sky.

“I appreciate your help,” Bulkhead says.

Bumblebee flies up in front of the ship. “Alright, get ready. Once the portal is up, get through it right away!”

He secures Sari once again and starts flying in a circle. He adds more speed and uses his claws to dig into the fabric of space, shortening the distance between here and the desired location with each pass. After several passes, the portal opens, and the wind rushes in from the other side into a low pressure of the eye, creating waves rocking the ship.

“Okay, okay, I can handle this!” the Bulkhead says with newfound confidence after seeing the waves out there.” We’re going, thank you for help!”

“Safe travels!” Sari waves to them as the ship passes through. The portal closes and Bumblebee exhales heavily, gliding into the water. He floats on the surface, looking like a swimming bird.

“Are you okay?” Sari asks, petting his neck.

“Yeah. It squeezed my spark hard, but aside from that, I’m stable. Just need to rest for a bit.” He says, relaxing on the calm water. Sari nods and feeling that the vines loosened, lay down on his back and relax as well. They chill like this in silence until Bumblebee’s commlink activates again.

“Fine, I’ll tell you everything! Just get me out of here!” the Darksteel says with an exhausted voice.

“Finally! I thought you’ll never ask! Hold on tight. I’ll get you shortly.”

After securing Sari, he dives back into the eyewall, quickly catching Darksteel in his paws. Holding him tight, Bumblebee carefully flies through the winds, going faster or slower, depending on turbulence. Once they left the eyewall, the dragon lands on one of the small islands nearby.

The weather is still stormy, but not as intense as before. The Darksteel transforms into root-mode and collapses onto the ground, feeling so relieved like never before. Bumblebee transforms as well, standing in the rain with his wingcape and antennae fluttering in the gusting wind, making him look even more intimidating. Sari climbs with his help onto his shoulders, resting her upper body between his horns.

“You’re a cunning bastard,” Darksteel says, looking up with an annoyed expression. “Knowing you won’t catch me normally, you trapped him instead. Look at my poor engines. They stalled!”

“Stakes are high, and I must get to the bottom of this before someone gets killed.” Bumblebee said sternly. “Do you understand the gravity of the situation?”

“I mean, those are just rabbits!”

“First, your buddies took sacs with potent neurotoxin and got hospitalized because your boss didn’t bother to instruct how to handle it. They could easily die from this and for what?!” Bumblebee glares at him with furious anger and steps closer before continuing.

“Second, the ecosystem that they are part of is heavily affected, and the worst part, cybertronians sharing the same alt-mode are in danger! One of them almost got killed! Why he must be sacrificed for whatever your boss is doing?! “Bumblebee roars, barely holding back his anger. Darksteel realizes that the fury of that hurricane pales compared to the fury of the eldritch dragon.

They stare at each other, only howling winds filling the silence. Bumblebee sighs, feeling grateful for the weather as it helps him to not explode right here. He sits on the rock behind him.

‘Well… we fear you, actually!” Darksteel said.

“Elaborate.” Bumblebee pushes, not accepting such a shallow answer.

“I mean, you’re all immortal god with unlimited power!”

“Keep talking.”

“There is nothing to say.”

“Fear never appears out of thin air. It’s often deeply rooted in survival. People afraid are afraid of many things that might hurt or kill them, or destroy their home or food source which also might lead to suffering and dying. What about me threatens you?”

That question forced Darksteel to think deeply about this. “Are you just so… omnipotent and hidden? You never appear anywhere, yet you hold so much power that you can revive dead Planet Giants! You can easily kill anybody and your hive is constantly watching everyone and if someone makes a wrong move, you’ll kill them!”

“Woah dude, that’s such messed up assumptions!” Sari protests. “Bumblebee is not like that. Where did you even get this idea?!”

The dragon is not sure how to feel about it. He was just doing his job, staying away from most people and just living his life, yet someone still made up conspiracies. He sighs and gatherer his thought together.

“First of all, despite being a powerful entity, I’m still a person. A person who wants to live a fulfilling life, a person who has wants and needs just like anyone else. I’m not THAT different! I just don’t enjoy being in public too much. Have you heard about introverts?”

Darksteel stares at him with wide optics, not expecting such a reply from being supposed to be a deity.

“Second, I don’t take lives just because I wanted to. This is the absolute last resort.”

“But you killed a lot of politicians and rich people!”

“Yes, and it was the last resort because they refused to stop when I gave them the last warning! Compared to how many deaths and suffering THEY caused by waging wars, creating famines and shitty economies that only benefited them, what I did was a tiny drop in the ocean. And some politicians did back away from their positions, so I didn’t harm them. Death is not something I’m taking lightly.”

Darksteel went silent again. Their expression softened as they realize what Bumblebee was saying.

“Third, the Insecticons.” Bumblebee extends his lower left arm, and in a few seconds, a golden and purple biometallic grasshopper landed on it. “This is how they look like. They have different forms, but colors are the same. Did you see them in your city? Or any other city?”

Darksteel, despite the fear, stands up and walks closer to inspect the animal. Then he shakes their head.

“You’ll never see them in areas populated by people because I don’t need them there. I made Insecticons to help me monitor the ecosystems on all three planets. I’m just one person, and even with other Life Wardens and several organizations tied to me, it’s still so much work, and I need a more efficient way to gather and organize data.”

“I didn’t know this,” Darksteel says quietly, backing away slowly.

“You know, this information is fully available on the Internet for everyone. You can read in great detail about what we’re doing and why, how the system work, how Insecticons work and you can even use a map to track the movement of Insecticon Hive.” Sari says, staying as calm as possible.

Darksteel felt so ashamed before. What he did was caused by his ignorance and fear, manipulated by a mastermind behind the scheme. He leans on the tree and slowly slides down in defeat. “I’m so sorry, I’m such a fool. I was so afraid of you, and Quake’s words were so convincing.”

“Good thing you realized this now, so you won’t be his puppet anymore.” Sari nods, feeling relieved that at least one member realized their mistake.

Bumblebee once again he’s facing the horrible root of manipulated ignorance. “Last time such a thing happened it led to complete destruction of Cybertron, all because Megatron was such a perfect puppet in hands of Functionists. I don’t want history to repeat itself.”

“It’s not too late. I will help you.” Darksteel says, ready to atone for his wrongs.

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Next week was hectic. The investigation finally moved forward, and thanks to Darksteel's help, the rest of the poachers surrendered. They had to be rushed to the hospital like the previous group for the same reason. The previous group was healed, and after talking to Darksteel and Bumblebee, they tried to confront Quake and convince him to stop.

It almost ended in a tragedy. He used the remaining jerboroo’s neurotoxins and unleashed it on the group. They barely escape alive and ended up hospitalized again. Life Wardens and Rubble spend their days talking to each person.

Like Darksteel, they had doubts and fears about him or the social system. It saddened Bumblebee, but he also was glad they caught this so early. He kept asking and soon he got a pretty clear picture.  

Quake was deliberately looking for anxious and doubtful people. He is a smooth talker, so it wasn’t hard for him to manipulate them to stop getting any kind of help from social structures, then make them do this bidding. The more he heard about this, the angrier he was getting. The last straw is when one poacher said that Quake was planning on getting rid of Life Wardens and the councils of all three planets to seize control over everything.

Bumblebee thanked them for the information and went outside to breathe. This is disgusting and absolute evil. Why would someone just destroy everything that countless human generations and cybertronians worked hard through blood, pain, and tears?

An investigator informed him they were done gathering information. Bumblebee thanked them and asked to redirect social support to former poachers. They must atone for what they did, and they need a lot of help. Good thing it’s been a lot of time since prisons became obsolete, so he won’t have to worry about them. Though he still asked to be gentle with them.

After all, everyone can fall into this trap.

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Bumblebee was about to head home to his family, only to find out Rubble run out of the hospital, leaving a note that he’s going to confront Quake himself. This send a chill to his spark, and he immediately ran after him. Fortunately, he knew where to go from the investigator earlier. He sends a message to Sari and Windblade to come after them.

Soon, Bumblebee reached Quake’s hideout. Using his spark telepathy, he sensed their exact location. As he got closer, he could hear Quake angrily shouting.

“It was all your fault!” the sound of the blade colliding with the metal wall rings through the hall.

“My fault?! You are the one who tried to murder me for no reason!” Rubble yells back. He could hear them rolling from the attack.

“Death for a greater good is a noble sacrifice. You should have accepted it if you cared about the future of your people.”

Rubble is in great danger, and Bumblebee pushed his limits and teleported right in front of the younger cybertronian, taking the blade instead of them. Here was the key guy behind all this, Quake, staring at the dragon with wide optics as his blade dug deeper into his left shoulder. 

The attacker missing an arm, he must have cut it off back then to stop Rubble’s poison from killing him.

“And what this ‘greater good’ is supposed to be?” Bumblebee growls, glaring deeply into Quake’s spark.

“You!” Quake steps back. “None of your business!”

“It is my business. You’re messing with my people and my home.” Bumblebee steps forward, ignoring the blade that is still digging into his shoulder.” You spread nasty conspiracy against me, my friends, and the entire system that keeps people thriving.”

“Tch, that what you say! People thriving?! Only the strongest must thrive, the weakest exist to serve us. Like in the old times! Why, I, a healthy and perfect life form, should bow to the unworthy?”

Bumblebee scowls. This is exactly what he was afraid of. “It literally costs nothing to be a decent person!”

“That’s beneath me! I want to be just like the Functionists and the rich of the past, living on the top, while making worms work for me! C’mon, aren’t you the same?! You can force everyone to do whatever you want!”

“Did I ever have done that?”

“You can start at any moment! You’re a damn god! The power corrupts everyone, everyone becomes evil eventually. So it’s better to be me in power! I will bring back the only system that kept people like you in slums!”

“I won’t let you!”

“Oh, and what’s your motivation?! Do you care just out of the goodness in spark? Out of love?! Those things don’t exist, nobody agrees with anyone! I’m the right one and I will prove this to you and everyone who wronged me!”

Quake pulled up the homemade firearm aimed at Rubble. The bullet would be fatal if Bumblebee didn’t jump in to take it, injuring his chest. Rubble squeezed into the corner from terror, covering their mouth with both hands.

Bumblebee pounce and pins Quake to the ground, despite being smaller than him. The bigger mechs struggle but cannot break free from the dragon’s steel grip. The dragon’s fury is rising. His spark destabilizes from all the stress. The symbiotic plant pushes the excessive energy out in the form of black resin and covers Bumblebee’s body. His face distorts into a more terrifying image.

“You’re a monster!” Quake yells.

“Compared to you, I’m a harmless fly,” Bumblebee says in a distorted voice, sounding absolutely terrifying. “So many innocent people suffered and died for amusement those rich twisted abominations! And you want to bring it back? Who is the monster here?! You killed so much that even the Well demands your spark! I will end this right now!”

A gasp from the side took his attention, seeing Rubble pressing into the corner in terror. They’re curled into a ball, holding their long tail to their chest.

“Rubble?” Bumblebee says in the softest voice he can manage in this condition, creating such an eerie image. The terrifying beast yet being so gentle. “You should leave this place. Now.”

Rubble lifts their face to look at their friend. “But what about you? You’re in pain.”

“I’ll be back before you know it. Go, find Sari and Windblade. They’re near.”

“I…. Okay.” Rubble shakily stands up and walks past the exit. Once making sure that Rubble is far away, Bumblebee opens his maw, which has even more maws on the inside, armed with countless teeth and eyes.

“You’re doing this out of love after all… pathetic.” Quake said right before the jaws closed around his head and chomped it off. His body lost all colors and went limp, as his spark departed into the Well.

This nightmare was finally over.

 Bumblebees tries to walk to the exit, but his body is in such pain from overcharging, that he collapses onto the floor after a few steps. Because the fainting was delayed by the plant, that means he is going to sleep longer. It’s okay; others will handle anything else.

The heavy weight on his has lifted now the crisis is averted. The case wasn’t closed yet. There was a thoughtful investigation trying to determine the reason Quake turned out like this. It was revealed it wasn’t a fast problem, but misunderstandings piled up over decades. Sadly, instead of seeking help and reflecting on his own actions, Quake decided that everyone around him was wrong, and this flawed world must cease.

The “All or Nothing” mindset has never been a good guide in life. Just because the utopia can never be perfect, it doesn’t mean people shouldn't strive for it.

#sparkpulse au #my fanfics #sparkpulse spoilers

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lets do 3 and 7 for the most recent writer asks 👀

3: on a scale of 1-10 how much to enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

Oh man, so like... it very much depends on two things. Our definition of 'romance,' and what story world I'm working on. I have two main worlds: The Harvester, and Olmia. [Olmia is my catch-all fantasy world where most of my characters live, full of elves, giants, anthro people big and small, dragons, etc.] Firstly, my definition of 'romance' in this case is: Characters openly being drawn to each other in a 'i want to be your life partner' sort of way, sometimes tinged with a bit of sexual tension. [In the case of TH, there IS no sex content so that doesn't apply. In Olmia, anything goes.]

If I'm working on TH... I only like Light-Shipping aspects. Characters being cute, chaste kisses, bonding through different life events, and then MAYBE now and then there's some flirting or a tiny little 'date'. But as for Romance being a driving force? Absolutely not. The plot is not moved forward by someone's romantic desires, usually. It happens maybe about 10% of the time. I'm not super interested in plots driven purely out of 'I want to get together with this person romantically.' I like it being mixed in with other man vs self or man vs nature sorta plots.

If I'm working in Olmia... I still prefer fantasy-driven plots and man vs nature sorta stuff, BUT I am much more loose with characters pursuing each other romantically, and that driving their actions. It helps that Olmia is full of different species that are not all asexual/null creatures like Gems.

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7. tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write

Okay so I think I've already talked about Topaz and Hema, so I'll bring up another favorite.

Meta.

She's big, stoic, tough, scary. She's the biggest gem in existence at a staggering max 280 ft tall. She's got massive neck-crushing bear fangs and a hammer that can level a skyscraper. And yet... She worries about holding people too roughly. She likes telling stories, and sharing quiet evenings stargazing. You find out she likes puns, and that she's got a big-sister soft spot for most of her other batchmates. Meta is so quiet, but when she /does/ speak, she shows so much introspection and intelligence, and I love subverting the expectation that this 'brute' is violent and dumb. She's also strangely romantic, once you peel back all the hard surface. She's easily moved by pretty words, which I find really cute. If you call her 'pretty, beautiful, cute' etc, she gets really flustered but like. in the most stoic way possible. And just shoves her hand on your face. And SPEAKING of beautiful. One of my favorite parts about writing Meta is like. The times where I get to subtly show off just how fucking beautiful she is. Not in an objectifying sort of way, but like... there's /something/ about her that's effortlessly pretty. Not in the way a rose is, or a sunrise, or a rainbow is pretty. No, Meta is beautiful in the way a misty mountain is. She's beautiful in the way a waterfall is. The ocean. It doesn't have to /do/ anything to prove it's beautiful. It's there, and big, and powerful, and you hold this sorta respect for it - and I'm just rambling about what I like abt Meta, WOOPS. Something else I like abt writing her is that she has this very deep level of respect for the Diamonds, which gives her a lot of tact. She's very careful abt how she speaks to them, and tries to be as respectful as possible... without being a doormat. She's this HULKING gem who I LOVE writing as a badass and an unstoppable force, and yet she's quiet, thoughtful, likes small things and poetry, loves standing in the rain and listening to it fall...

Anyways uhhhh yeah I rly like Meta and I can't say much more without HUGE spoilers for the future so HERE TAKE THIS LOVE-RANT

#skitters around #author gets enrichment in his enclosure #vt text #author ask game