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bruggle · 1 month

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Behold!

The Rip-out-your-heart-inator!

At least, that's the goal. Dunno if I achieved it. Have fun, chilren.

Glowing

The past is a haunting thing. But what else can it do in the present except try to hurt you?

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"A moon of light reflecting fully

And I guess it would feel like rebirth

Out of some kind of dying

To see yourself

So glowing."

-Glowing, The Oh Hellos

Carnage.

Destruction.

Death.

How much was caused by him?

Everywhere X looked, that’s all he saw. Omega, within the massive suit Weil had created in order to enhance his ability to control reploids while fused with the Dark Elf, sat prone; too heavily damaged to even move. X glowered; he didn’t even bother trying to fight it back. There were few people X could say he truly hated. Omega had the ‘honor’ of being one of them.

A part of X wanted to end the doppelganger right then and there. To hell with mercy. To hell with restraint.

X tore his gaze from the giant reploid. He had to find his brothers. Axl had disappeared early in the fight; swallowed by the sea of controlled reploids that had appeared the second Weil had integrated the Dark Elf. Zero… Zero had faced Omega alone for the first part of the battle as X struggled to beat back Weil’s army of golems. He wasn’t sure where the red clad reploid had gone once the white reploid had set his sights on X. Please don’t let them be dead.

There were… so many bodies.

So many.

None of them deserved it.

Of the few reploids still standing, none of them were familiar. They all ducked their gaze once they realized X was looking at them. No. He kept moving. Surely, Axl would appear with yet another poorly timed joke, as he was wont to do. Or… or Zero would join his side without a word, silently giving his support. Please. Please.

As X wandered the battleground, he noticed a group of reploids standing in a circle; their grave expression sent a pulse of panic through his systems. No. He picked up the pace, making a beeline towards them. No. As X grew closer, one of the reploids noticed his presence, a horrified expression making it’s home on his face. No. More took notice of the blue bomber’s appearance; beginning to whisper amongst themselves. No. “Wait-“ one of them called, but X ignored them; stumbling closer to the object they were encircling. Why did it look familiar?! Pushing a purple clad reploid out of the way, it took everything for X to not break right there and then.

The figure on the ground was clad in navy armor with grey and red accents.

The inset blue gem was destroyed.

The helmet was gone, allowing red hair to hang loosely around his face.

Sightless green eyes stared back at him.

X fell to the floor, gathering Axl’s limp body into his arms. “No, no, no,” he repeated softly to himself, over and over and over and over again. It was unnatural to see the normally hyperactive reploid so still. X refused to look at the missing arm and legs, focusing on the prototype’s face. Axl’s body was shaking or was that just his own arms shaking? as X hugged him closer. He was- X shut that thought down, choosing to instead bury his face in Axl’s hair. “You’re okay,” he whispered, clenching his eyes closed. “It’s over. Wake- wake up, Axl. C’mon, this joke isn’t funny anymore.”

The surrounding reploids looked around at each other, searching for the correct words to say. X didn’t care. Where was Zero? Why wasn’t Axl waking up?! “Sir,” one of the reploids hesitantly spoke up. “I don’t think-“

“Shut up,” X demanded, snarled, begged.

Don’t tell me, he silently prayed. He has to be okay.

Where was Zero?!

A sudden wetness on his cheeks made X slowly reopen his eyes. Had it started raining? Looking up, the skies were still clear it didn’t fit it didn’t fit it didn’t fit it didn’t fit it didn’t fit causing X to slowly bring a hand to his face. Pulling it away, it was definitely wet; he had almost forgotten he could cry. The reploid that had been brave enough to speak gave him an odd look. They couldn’t. Of course they couldn’t.

Anger.

Rage.

Pain.

Why was there so much pain?!

Gently cradling his brother’s body to his chest, X slowly stood up. He knew. Axl was dead. And it was his fault. X never should have allowed him to become a Maverick Hunter. Turning, he made his way back to the center of the battleground; passing the giant, motionless heap yet again.

He had never wanted to utterly destroy Sigma as much as he wanted to destroy Omega.

Why not? asked a voice. Why not destroy it now?

It was there that X noticed a new face, one completely unmarked by the horrors all the other survivors witnessed. Her eyes were darting over the wasted landscape, until they landed on him. Recognition lit up her face, as she hurriedly made her way to him, carefully picking her path in order to avoid the worst of the… viscera.

“Mister X!” she called. “I was- I was sent by Isaac! You’re needed!” X brushed past her, he didn’t care. Isaac could go to hell for all he cared at the moment. “Mister X, please-“

“Tell him I’m busy,” X ordered growled, seethed, snapped.

“Oh, but Mister X, it’s an emergency!” the reploid insisted. “There’s been bombs set off and-“

“ENOUGH,” X boomed. He didn’t need to hear it. He had heard them going off as Omega had fallen, Weil cackling in the background. The reploid shrank back, fear flickering in her eyes for a second. It was then that she seemingly noticed the limp form he held tightly to his chest. “O-oh…” she whispered, franticly looking around before darting off.

Good.

Great.

Why wasn’t Zero here?

Ventilation system working overtime, X turned back around. He gently laid Axl on the ground, searching his face one last time in a desperate, desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, he’ll blink. Ask X what the long face is for. Laugh. Wink. Punch his arm. Something. Anything. Please.

But he knew.

He knew.

He fucking knew.

And so, with a heavy heart, X gently closed the prototype’s eyes one

Last

Time.

His tears gently landed on Axl’s face, giving the illusion that it was he who was crying, rather than X.

What was he supposed to do now?

The thought of making a grave passed X’s mind, but he didn’t want to entertain it.

That would mean Weil won.

That Axl was dead.

He didn’t want

He didn’t want to think about it.

The sound of footsteps alerted him to an approaching figure.

Too urgent, too heavy, too quick to be Zero.

Glancing at the figure, X didn’t recognize him; but he very obviously recognized the blue bomber. Making a straight beeline to X’s location, the new figure saluted him. X didn’t respond, causing the figure to falter for a second. “Sir, I’ve been sent with a message,” he said in a clipped manner.

X didn’t respond.

The figure hesitated.

“Sir, Maverick Hunter HQ-“

“Don’t,” he commanded. He begged. He raged. He pleaded. He cursed. He whispered. He screamed. What was he supposed to do?

No, no, no, please, no. Weil had already taken so much; please, please, don’t tell him the monster had taken more.

The messenger stood awkwardly, struggling to figure out what to do next. It was pretty obvious that the poor figure was likely pulled from the streets in order to deliver the message to X. A message he didn’t want to hear.

He didn’t want to hear.

He didn’t

He didn’t want

He didn’t want to hear.

“He needs to pay for his crimes!”

“But there’s so few left! Are we really going to throw away a brilliant mind?!”

“Are you out of your mind?! He’s the reason everything went to shit in the first place!”

It was all so… meaningless.

The squabbling, the yelling, the arguments, meaningless.

He wanted to kill him. He wanted to kill them both.

Isaac glanced over to X, concern written on his face. X didn’t care. It was all meaningless.

After a handful of reploids none of them familiar. Why were none of them familiar? were finally able to tear X away from his position kneeling over Axl’s body, Isaac had carefully, gently explained that Zero had sealed himself away; claiming fault for everything that happened. After all, he had been the source of the virus. The Dark Elf. Omega himself. It was all his fault.

X should hate him.

He really should.

But he had already lost one brother.

Why did he have to lose both.

And now, here he was. The last dregs of society demanding him to figure out what to do with Omega. With Weil. X couldn’t bring himself to even look at them. He just wanted them out of his sight. The large, white reploid still sat prone, completely worthless without its’ master to command it. Pathetic. He could almost bring up pity for the thing.

But not quite.

Weil, on the other hand, had a smug look despite half his face being covered. Prevented from speaking, he was completely at the mercy of X.

He wasn’t feeling very merciful.

It scared him.

Why, that voice asked. He’s taken everything from you.

“Enough,” X called, his patience growing thin. He just wanted them out of his sight. “There is no way to remove Omega from the suit. Not without destroying it, but there is no way to know for sure if… Weil has any sort of backup plans for that.” He had certainly had a plan to make sure nobody won if he didn’t. The doctor narrowing his eyes told X he was right on the money. He glowered down at the human. “Launch it into space,” he ordered. “It won’t be of any use where Weil cannot reach it.” The people officiating the trial glanced at each other, whispering amongst themselves. The moon had served as an adequate prison for Sigma; X hoped the same would be true of the doppelganger.

“What of Weil?” asked one brave individual.

“Toss him out of Neo Arcadia,” X demanded snarled. “I don’t care how.” He had to leave. He would do something he’d regret if he didn’t. Turning, X made his way off the podium. Isaac followed after, trying desperately to speak to him.

X ignored him.

It was all so meaningless.

Ciel helped.

But not by much.

It still hurt.

The Dark Elf’s reappearance had made him panic.

Was Weil back?

If he is, kill him.

The thoughts were getting louder.

He was slowly becoming a danger.

It scared him.

Thus, he had come to the conclusion that for the sake of everyone, he needed to seal himself away. Just as Zero did all those years ago. The Dark Elf… She had rejected the notion of fusing with X. Quite violently, in fact. But alas, his will, his anger, his agony, it was greater than her rejection. She had fallen silent once fully fused.

But it had taken it’s toll.

He was so tired.

He let himself rest.

It wasn’t so bad, simply existing in a void…

X awoke in a panic.

Greedily gulping down oxygen, he put a hand to his head. Hair. Real hair. Not the synthetic hair he was used to. He pulled it away, studying his fingers. Scars littered the hand; not from fights, not from war, not from weapons. These were all from forgetting where they were while cutting vegetables. That touching hot pans was not a good idea. A misplaced needle while fixing up a garment. Peaceful scars.

He had never been so relieved to see a scar before.

He had to take a moment to remind himself that he was no longer back there.

He was no longer a leader. Well, outside of being head of his little mishmash of a family.

He was just X.

Just as he always wished he could be.

Just as he always should have been.

The cry of a gull pulled him from his musings, causing him to glance at the clock by his bed. It was quite early; he still had an hour or so before the sun even began to rise. But the thought of trying to sleep after… that made his stomach turn. He was awake, whether he liked it or not. It was far too early to start breakfast, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t go out into the kitchen.

Barrell had gotten him addicted to coffee, after all.

Quietly making his way out of the kitchen, he turned on one of the lamps rather than the overhead lights. Levi was rather sensitive to light and had the habit of leaving her door open while she slept. The last thing he wanted to do was wake up any of the inhabitants. (Could you blame him for wanting at least a little bit of peace to himself? Eight people in a single house boat was quite the number, after all!) X made his way to the cabinet he knew held the caffeinated drink he craved; making sure to open it just right. (The darn thing squeaked if opened too quickly; he and Barrell were still trying to figure out why.)

Just as he grabbed the bag of grounds, the sound of footsteps caught his attention. X inwardly groaned; he had been so careful not to wake anyone…

“What are you doing up, dad?” asked Volnutt, his youngest. The younger carbon was rubbing at his eyes, telling X he had indeed just woken up.

“Couldn’t sleep,” X quietly sighed. “Now why are you up, young man?”

“Bathroom,” Volnutt yawned. “But I heard something, so I came to check it out.” X chuckled quietly to himself. “It’s just me,” he assured the brunette. “No need to worry. Go take care of business and get back to bed.” Volnutt blinked blearily at him, before turning to do as he was told.

Shaking his head, X prepared his coffee as quietly as he could. Filling the pot with water to pour into the chamber, placing a filter into its place, filling said filter with grounds, now all that was left was for the machine to warm up. The older carbon looked around for something to occupy the time.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much in the kitchen. And he didn’t want to go walking around in fear of waking any more of the inhabitants.

The flush of the toilet grabbed X’s attention; he waited for the sound of running water to accompany it.

It did not occur.

That boy…

As Volnutt opened the door, X glared at him. “What?” he sleepily asked.

“You did not wash your hands, young man,” X accused, crossing his arms.

“Ah, crap,” Volnutt muttered. “Forgot.” He made the decision to walk back to his room regardless. X stared after him incredulously. “Excuse me,” the older carbon huffed. “Go wash your hands, Volnutt!”

“But daaaaaad!” Volnutt winged. “’M tired! And you said go back to bed!”

“You can go back to bed after you wash your hands!” Honestly, this boy…

Volnutt let out a scoff, but obediently turned and did as he was told. X shook his head as he chuckled at the boy’s dramatics.

He would rather have to get onto this child about washing his hands every time than spend one more second back there.

Now why wasn’t the coffee maker heating up?

As X studied the machine in an effort to figure out the reason (surely he wouldn’t be bested by a silly little machine like this!), Volnutt walked into the kitchen. X was tempted to tease him about no longer being tired, but he was far more interested in figuring out why the blasted mechanism wouldn’t give him his caffeine.

“Uh, dad?” Volnutt quietly called. X turned to him, seeing him point to a spot on the wall. The older carbon turned to see that he was pointing at an outlet.

An empty outlet.

Meaning the coffee maker wasn’t plugged in.

Well that explained it.

Huh. He was more tired than he thought.

X couldn’t help but laugh at himself, causing Volnutt to chuckle alongside him. The older brunette shook his head as he quickly plugged in the machine. Now it was making the familiar sounds of heating up. “Are you okay, dad?” Volnutt asked, genuine concern lacing every word. X gazed at his youngest, soft sigh escaping him. “Just a nightmare,” he assured the fourteen year-old. Volnutt tilted his head. “You want to talk about it?” he asked. “You always tell me that it helps.”

The former blue bomber gave his youngest a fond smile.

What had he done to deserve this child? He didn’t deserve him.

“I’ll be okay,” X insisted. “Maybe when your older, we can talk about it.” Volnutt’s face fell; X hated doing this to him, but the child had no business knowing the horrors he had been through.

He will be dead in the ground before he lets even an ounce of his past touch this child.

“What’s all the noise about?” yawned Leviathan as she blearily entered the room. “I’m trying to get my beauty sleep.”

Oops. X supposed they had been a bit too loud.

“Sorry Levi,” said Volnutt, a cheeky grin forming on his face.

Oh no.

“You definitely need it.”

Oh no.

“WHY YOU-“

“Children!” X hissed. “It is still early! Do not wake the house!”

“Is that coffee I smell?” asked Barrell, slowly making his way out of the room. X let out a defeated sigh. So much for his peaceful morning…

“HEY!” Roll called from her room. “Some people are trying to sleep!”

“Take your own advice!” Fefnir yelled from down the hall.

“Why don’t you?” argued Harpuia.

“Man, you’re all so noisy,” chuckled Phantom, slinking into the kitchen from an open window. “Couldn’t be me.”

“As if!” Volnutt argued. “You were stomping on the roof of my room all night!”

“Prove it,” Phantom smirked.

Watching the chaos unfold, X poured himself and Barrell a cup of coffee.

He wouldn’t trade this for anything.

The past was the past.

And it would stay that way.

#be quiet bruggle #writing #mmx x #x centric #musings on the results of the elfwars #one shot #legends reborn #angst muahahaha

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hugsandchaos · 1 month

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Old Arthadow headcanon post I made last year and decided I couldn’t delete it, so here you go, world

Shadow follows the Sidewalk Rule. Arthur barely noticed at first and slowly became more and more confused, until a loose carriage crashes and hits Shadow instead of Arthur. Arthur panics, but Shadow just gets up and goes “Huh, that hurt much less than I expected. All I got was a few splinters.” And continues as normal.

Arthur is as hydrophobic as Sonic, but as king, he doesn’t want anyone to know. Shadow just picks him up and carries him or something.

Speaking of water, Shadow loves swimming and exploring different areas. Arthur is worried because he can hold his breath longer than most and can’t always tell if he’s okay or not.

Shadow has more “animalistic” habits; He’ll shake himself to get water off, he growls if he’s tired and someone tries to talk to him, and he bites to name a few examples.

Speaking of biting, Shadow once told Arthur his bite is dangerous because he has enough jaw strength to break through various metals and bones. The reason he had to say this? Because he did. He bit a sword in half when he was threatened with it.

Because going outside at night was seen as a death sentence in medieval times, Shadow was seen as some sort of demon at first due to him being more active at night, but he later on explained he was simply stargazing most of the time or exploring. Soon enough, Arthur will ask to join him and be amazed by the night sky.

Arthur wants to spoil Shadow, but he dodges these attempts pretty well. Still, Arthur succeeds sometimes.

Arthur, you really shouldn’t have told Shadow that dragons exist. He has an army of loyal dragons now.

If Shadow were to introduce him to Team Dark, he’d at first think that Omega is some sort of metal golem and that Rogue is his actual mother with the way she calls him “honey” and somewhat looks out for him.

Now, let me introduce to you Arthadow + Dadow

Silver was scared of Arthur at first, being a shy kid and talking to a king, so he often clung to Shadow and hid behind him.

Silver doesn’t really like it when Arthur flirts with or kisses his dad, because that’s his dad! What if Arthur breaks his heart?!

Arthur admires Shadow’s patience when it comes to Silver’s seemingly endless questions, and sometimes listens to the lessons Shadow gives him.

#silver and shadow #shadow the hedegehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #Arthadow #Arthur! Sonic #satbk Arthur

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boundinparchment · 1 year

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - XXXVII

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He’s always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Lore speculation, interpretations, etc. AO3

He hated how your hand felt in his. Your fingers seemed to fit so well together and your bare hand against his covered palm was no different than it had been in any dream except for the heated reality of it all.

Talking to you was one thing. Touching you to make a point was another.

Touching you for no reason at all other than emotional support or to reassure himself that he was awake were concepts he never put any thought to.

It was as if once he’d pushed your hair back, removed your Akasha and made you tangible, he couldn’t imagine not being drawn to you. Like the first time he saw the Ruin Golems and discovered the Schwanenritter who piloted them, you, too, were another part of the universe that he could not pull his attention away from. Just when everything was beginning to make sense, when he was finally understanding how to fit this bond to suit his purposes, his body reacted as if you were the strongest substance and he could never get enough of it.

Curiosity jolted through his mind as the two of you stood there on the beach; any other time he might have considered this to be a dream if not for the pressure from your fingers, as though he were your anchor to keep you grounded. The only steady thing about him was the insatiable need to tear down the sky and false stars with it.

You were a liability to that goal, an embodiment of everything that ever…

And yet, too, you were the perfect opportunity to get a first-hand account of what it meant to know someone as well as one knew themselves. Better yet, Omega had presented a challenge that he couldn’t ignore: putting a new concept into practice and a need to help fix the otherwise impossible.

Your instrument, now nothing more than splinters of wood, was a better place to start than your psyche.

Every direction his mind turned, there you were.

He’d read account after account of soulmates finally coming across one another and he’d studied magnetism thoroughly to the point of absolute boredom. From a conceptual standpoint, the analogy some used made sense; drawn to each other like two magnets, always pulled back to one another regardless of circumstance.

You were, still, a stranger to him in the waking world, he reminded himself. Words were one thing: actions were another. Speaking of you coming with him to Snezhnaya and all that it entailed was easy. Any speculation was always easy. He should have been more plain with you. Perhaps then, you would be scared, or at least hesitant in what embracing this, even in part, would mean for someone so emotionally in-tune.

Emotionally…ah, perhaps that was the key for you. After all, it had only been after you’d awoken that you manifested your weapon and actually attempted to fight back.

Without an outlet, perhaps this would be a little easier.

In the back of his mind, deep within the Segment network, he could hear the constant whispering amongst his other selves. He had grown used to it over the centuries. It was filtered out just like the inane droning from his useless professors as a student and the ridiculous whining from the nobility who positioned themselves against the better interest of the people they served. The hive mind was, at times, louder than usual, but it was always manageable.

“I know what needs to be done, Prime. Do you?”

The words echoed in his mind, through his body; if one were not in tune with the other occupants as he was, such words could have passed for his own thoughts.

“My plan requires both of us. And her.”

“Oh, collaborative efforts, Omega? That’s a first.”

“You cannot return to Snezhnaya. Not yet. Not until I have the Gnoses in hand.”

“You make demands of me, do you? After everything you’ve done?”

“It is beneficial for her to see the work you do. The level at which you, all of us, operate. This does not impact the larger plan. In fact, it fits quite well.”

Not unlike your hand in his, he briefly considered, before shoving the thought to the far reaches of his mind, away from the network.

“You will have everything you require, Prime. I am nothing if not efficient.”

Omega’s voice died down, became part of the chatter again, and Dottore shifted his focus, this time to the wood in your other hand. He’d examined it thoroughly and his mind was already filled with ideas that made his fingers itch even more.

These were thoughts best suited to paper and pen; he only hoped he retained these sensations long enough to get them down.

For he could not bear the idea of never feeling your notes pour over him again, eliciting sensations he had long forgotten.

You could not stay on the beach forever, not with patrolling guards and not when you were unlikely to return to the hotel. Zandik shattered the silence as he let go of your hand and returned his mask to his face.

“If you are done here, I still have other matters to attend to in Sumeru before we can properly leave for Snezhnaya. In fact, I wish to observe something with you.”

He had seen the look you wore a thousand times before, when grief and hopelessness sat and curled onto itself and made a home in one’s heart. Despite your bravado, your willingness to put thoughts into words, your mind was heavier than you let on. Cellos were hardly rare, although he conceded that yours, perhaps, was of a quality no longer in circulation. Nonetheless, instruments were merely tools. They could be replaced, enhanced, their new counterpart better than the original. He could understand the sense of violation but truly, it was just wood, metal, and other resources.

Perhaps your grief might be useful after all, he mused as you replaced your footwear and muttered to yourself about the pervasiveness of sand. If he never felt the grains against his skin again, it would be too soon. He hated this place, be it the jungle or the desert, and a tiny part of him yearned for the vast wasteland of snow and ice. At least ice melted.

“Where—?” you asked, tucking the remnant of your instrument into your pack before standing.

“You’ll see. Clear your mind and come here, in front of me.”

Zandik held out his hand, palm up, revealing the blue fabric of his gloves, and once again tried to rid his mind of how he wished he didn’t enjoy the sensation. The gloves helped but only just.

When you didn’t step closer, either out of respect or fear (not that he cared), he pulled a little and held you against him, disgusted that his own heart continued to fail him as it skipped as he inhaled your shampoo. Leyline travel didn’t work with a mere clasping of hands. It would be easy to lose you in the veins of the world and as amusing as that could be, it was not the purpose he sought. You were warm against him, in his arms, and he found himself wishing he had not abandoned his coat and endured the awful humidity. One more layer between you both wouldn’t have gone amiss; your palm against his chest burned like nothing he ever felt before.

“Close your eyes. Don’t open them again until I say,” he commanded.

You inhaled, closed your eyes, and then exhaled.

He reached for the closest pulsing vein and dove, keeping you tight against him, into the tide of the world.

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You were falling, falling, somehow heavy and light all at once.

But you never met the ground.

The only tangible thing you could sense were the arms around you, stronger, firmer than his form gave him the appearance of. None of the dreams, even the ones where you pushed what boundaries you could and the ones with Omega, made your pulse jump and your mouth go dry. You’d never been this close to someone in a long time, not in a way that didn’t demand something from you, and certainly not with the one fated to be yours. Through the tang of sweat (unavoidable, given the weather), you could make out notes of sandalwood and mint, and the unique smell of something a little more singed.

Notes danced in your head and you tried to keep them at bay: whatever was happening, he’d asked you to clear your head for a reason. It could be muddled later, you urged, pushing away the urge to tap your fingers against his chest in rhythm.

Warmth left you as soon as the falling sensation stopped and you felt the sticky air replace his arms, embracing you in the humidity again.

You opened your eyes to find a hulking metal structure, larger even than anything you saw back home. The hand alone was the size of a decent townhouse and the arm was easily the length of an entire factory. It looked exactly like the Ruin Golem from one of the last dreams you had, one of the remaining ones with startling clarity that was never touched.

Briefly, your thumb and pointer finger rubbed together, remembering Zandik’s hair beneath your fingertips. You’d never actually felt it, of course, but it looked soft.

Moonlight kissed its frame and bathed the machine in a cool glow; you swore, for a moment, that the central focal point (an eye?) glowed for the briefest of seconds.

Your fingers tapped a rhythm that pulsed inside of you as easily as your own heart against the strap of your bag, slung over one shoulder. The mere act ripped open the wound as you immediately recalled that there was no way to expand on it, not easily. And certainly not in a productive fashion. Some used their voice but you were better with your hands, weaving notes rather than breathing life into them.

“What’s so important about this mountain?” you asked. “Why couldn’t you observe what you wanted to at the beach?”

“There’s another Geo user I know who would typically kill the ones responsible for breaking his belongings,” Zandik replied, a few steps ahead of you already, gesturing as he went as if he were in a lecture hall. “Granted, Delusions are quite different in how they draw power, but regardless, your current emotional state would be a good place to start in this endeavor.”

You exhaled softly and followed him up the path, further into the mountain and the valley it housed. When he was on a tangent like this, his calm and calculated demeanor fell to the side and it was impossible to get him to stop, you well knew. You’d slept in one morning precisely because he’d been so excited to share a new development that the entire dream was spent with the explanation of the concept itself and a summary of the experiments (although you wish he’d spared you some of the more gruesome details).

He had an idea.

Ideas were pervasive.

And it wasn’t as though you had anything better to do.

Zandik stopped abruptly and you caught up to him, stepping over to his right to get a glimpse of what he was looking at. A cluster of what appeared to be mushrooms of different colors and shapes mulled about. You saw a few of them in passing on your way through Sumeru but had never encountered them up-close. Elemental beings, you guessed, similar to slimes but with a more defined shape?

“Let us try something. The Fungi here are mostly harmless, save some elemental reactions. Pretend they’re the ones who destroyed your cello. Much like you mistook me for Omega.”

“I’m sorry?”

He wanted you to harm them? You looked at him, incredulous. You weren’t exactly proud at having lunged at him, claymore first, when you awoke and realized everything you dreamed had been a lie.

Zandik only crossed his arms and cocked his head as he lifted a hand and waved it, as though dismissing you.

“Humor me. The catharsis might prove more helpful than you’d expect.”

Exhaustion gnawed at your bones. The last two days had been packed and now you were left feeling hollow, numb, with nothing but a plan in word only. Sleep, however, had yet to desire to sink its claws into you; even if you were remotely close to a bed, you doubted you would even rest.

What else was there?

“Alright,” you said, dropping your bag at your feet. “But don’t be surprised if nothing comes of it.”

“We’ll see.”

Your stomach lurched at the sound of your name and you hated how well your name sounded across his tongue. Now wasn’t the time to think about that.

The grip of your claymore came easily, as simple as thinking about it, and you felt the weight of your weapon almost immediately. It was your second-oldest friend, its edges maintained to sharp points and devoid of any nicks. Ideally, you would have warmed up a little and gotten your arm muscles used to the weight distribution, but doing so would, no doubt, alert the Fungi almost immediately.

You focused on a single Fungi, a purple one that spun in place and seemed to charge its own Electro, and swung. The strike was unbalanced and awkward as you stumbled forward with the weight rather than distributing it properly. You missed the second time and landed a blow with a third swing, forcing yourself to follow through as your felt the blade meet the spongy flesh. Adjusting your grip, both hands tight, you delivered a heavy strike and the mushroom fell limp, sparks fizzling.

Muscles ached for a reprieve and your lungs burned, your body unused to such strenuous blows. You’d never really had to fight before, not properly, and you certainly never figured out how to preserve your stamina.

A flash of blue and something squishy slammed into you and staggered, falling backwards. A mushroom that resembled a bubble bounced around in satisfaction and waved to its comrades. You pulled yourself to your feet. No, you wouldn’t let yourself be knocked on your ass by a mushroom, of all things. Bad enough you’d left your homeland to find something worthwhile; worse still to have your instrument—your one true companion—destroyed and left with no recourse but to resign; nevermind the fact that your mind was muddled and your memories played with as though it were a ball of yarn beneath a cat’s paw.

Nothing has gone your way and you were sick of it.

You promised yourself things would be better. They had to be. Because if they weren’t, then—

Golden energy engulfed you and your claymore, changing the blade into what, at first, appeared to be glass. It was accompanied by a floating blade that appeared much the same, clear and shimmering, orbiting you as though you were a sun, blade pointed to the ground. Your eyes glossed over the claymore in your hand and noticed that it refracted light as much as it let light through; the blade was not smooth but made up of a thousand little facets. It looked almost crystalline…

You swung the blade and expected it to shatter but it retained its appearance, your attack full of Geo energy. Another strike, this time one-handed, your body making the choice rather than your mind. It killed your wrist but you waved your other arm, now free, and the floating blade crashed down, breaking as it went, and scattering tiny crystals everywhere, knocking the Fungi back.

The smallest laugh escaped you as you delivered blow after blow, your claymore soon returning to normal. Here, too, there was a rhythm to be found, your claymore slicing the air no different than any other note you pulled from your strings. Rather than your strength, you could feel the pulsing of something else far beneath your feet, urging you forward and lending you power. By the end, some Fungi defeated and others having retreated, you stabbed your claymore into the moist ground and leaned on the crossguard, panting.

Polishing it and sharpening it were going to be a pain later but you couldn’t stand on your own any longer. And you weren’t about to collapse again. Especially in front of him.

Muted applause, the sound of leather slapping against leather, cracked through the chorus of frogs and evening birds. You looked up as Zandik approached, shoulders back and a pleased grin across his lips.

“Satisfied, Zandik?” you asked, pushing hair out of your face.

“We’ll start another trial after you’ve rested. I would very much like to know what substance encases your blade. It must be durable enough to withstand several strikes and there are only a few materials that could do so. The clarity was quite brilliant, almost as though it were made of diamond. Not to mention it appears as though you can control and direct the construct you summon…have you ever summoned Geo power before?” he asked.

“No. My Vision has always been a bit more of an accessory than a tool. I…never really bothered to understand it. People didn’t necessarily respect my craft but they respected my Vision. I didn’t need it beyond that…”

Zandik clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Such complacency. You would never stop rehearsing and practicing your instrument and yet you never longed to figure out what power resided with you.”

As if you had the time, you wanted to counter. It wasn’t as if you had the ability to spread out everything you wished to do among different branches of yourself. Besides, your interests and yearning laid with the intangible, not the weapon you leaned against.

“I am, however, thrilled that your power is much closer to the surface; it should be easier to summon from now on. Celestia’s prying eyes are a nuisance but we might as well make them useful,” Zandik amended. “Gather your things. I think that’s enough for one night. Or morning, rather.”

You hadn’t noticed, and although you knew you hadn’t been fighting all that long, it was closer to dawn than you originally expected. The once inky sky was beginning to fade into a warm orange-pink, cresting over the distant landscape to push away the moon. As you waved your claymore away and retrieved your bag, the light glinted off of the glass eye of the Ruin Golem and began to reveal its rusted exterior, worn by elements and time.

In the dream you recalled, it didn’t look so worn. Here and there, in the joints, you had spotted signs of aging, but the massive construct was, upon further inspection and better lighting, far older than you originally expected.

Such thoughts vanished as soon as you took his outstretched hand and let yourself be pulled close before sinking into the void again.

#fic: dream a little dream of me #il dottore #dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #dottore x female reader #il dottore x female reader #dottore/female reader #dottore soulmate au #soulmate au

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bamby0304 · 1 year

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Her Saviours- Ch.37

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Violence.

Bamby

Sam was being weird. While Dean ordered the coffees and food, you stood with the younger brother and couldn’t help notice that something was off. He was wriggling around like there was something in your pants.

“Thank you.” Dean nodded to the guy who handed him the coffees before he turned to lead your little group away. As you all walked to a table, he noticed Sam’s wriggling. “Dude what's your problem?”

“Nothing, I'm fine,” Sam insisted.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Letting it go, Dean got back to the job. “So, ahhh, all right keep going. What about these Tulpas?”

Putting his bag on the table, Sam took a seat as he started to explain, “Ok, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualised a golem in their head. They meditated on it so hard they brought the thing to life. Outta thin air.”

“So?” Dean asked.

Before you could take a seat for yourself, Dean pulled your chair closer to his. You frowned for a short moment before shrugging and plopping yourself into the chair. His arm rested behind it as the two of you sipped at your drinks while Sam spoke.

“That was 20 monks. Imagine what 10,000 web surfers could do. I mean Craig starts the story about Mordechai, then it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard.” Sam pulled his computer out of his bag before starting it up.

“Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?”

You shrugged, answering Dean’s question, “How do monsters happen? Maybe people just believe hard enough and then we’ve got bad guys under beds and in closets.”

Dean didn’t look convinced though. “People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?”

“Cuz you're a bad person.” Sam gave him a pointed look before turning his computer to Dean. “And because of this… That's a Tibetan spirit sigil. On the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet they painted this, not even knowing what it was. Now that sigil has been used for centuries, concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass. So people are on the HellHounds website, staring at the symbol, thinking about Mordechai ... I mean I don't know, but it might be enough to bring a Tulpa to life.”

“It would explain why he keeps changing,” Dean agreed.

Wriggling again, Sam ignored whatever was annoying him as he went on, “Right, as the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes. Like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work.”

“Yeah because he's not a traditional spirit.” Dean nodded. “Ok. So why don't we just...uhh ... get this spirit sigil thingie off the wall and off the website?”

Sam sighed, “Well it's not that simple. You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own.”

“Great. So if he really is a thought form, how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”

“Well it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their homepage. Since they've posted the video their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone.”

“Hmph.” Dean considered things for a moment before he reached over and closed Sam’s laptop. “I got an idea. Come on.” His hand fell into yours, leading you up and off your chair as Sam gathered his things.

“Where we going?”

“We gotta find a copy store,” Dean answered, handing you your coffee from the table.

Groaning, Sam tried gathering his things as quickly as possible but he couldn’t stop fidgeting. “Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something.” It was then that Dean cracked a smirk and started laughing. Sam turned to him, unimpressed. “You did this? You're a friggin jerk!”

“Oh yeah,” Dean continued to chuckle as he led you away.

It seemed as if their games weren’t over just yet.

…

Dean stepped up to the trailer and paused a moment, looking back at you and Sam before he knocked on the door. There was a pause inside before someone called out.

“Who is it?”

“Come on out here guys, we hear you in there,” he called back to them. There was another pause before the door opened, revealing two guys. “Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging. What a shock.”

You’d never met the ghost hunters Sam and Dean had told you about yet. You’d gathered they were nerdy and awkward… you also assumed they’d be Beta. You, of course, were right. But they were still males and once they spotted you, they paused whatever insults they’d been ready to throw at the brothers.

“Guys, we need to talk,” Sam started, ignoring the way they were staring at you.

The dark haired one slapped the other, murmuring something about the guys bringing a chick. The other swallowed around the thick nothing in his throat as he tried not to wobble on the spot.

Trying to save face, the one with glasses pretended to be brave as he shrugged. “Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're ahhh, a little bit busy right now,” he noted as he stepped out of the trailer.

“Ok well we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website,” Dean told them simply.

Glasses laughed. “Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell…”

“I had to pee in that cell urinal. In front of people. And I get stage fright,” the other added.

“Why should we trust you guys?”

Sam sighed, “Look guys. We all know what we saw last night, what's in the house. But now thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai.”

“That's right.” Dean nodded. “Which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person, somebody could get hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Glasses rolled his eyes.

The other one, however, looked uncertain. “Ed, maybe he's got a point, maybe...”

“Nope…” Clearly Glasses- Ed- ran the show. “We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth.”

“Well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now-”

Lifting your hand, you pressed it against Dean’s chest to stop him. “Just forget about it, okay? I know you could toss them around like ragdolls, and I could tell them what I found out about Mordechai, but nothing we do will make them help us.” You sighed, “Let’s just go.”

The nerds were suddenly very intrigued.

“Whoa.. whoa…” Ed stepped towards you.

Dean ignored him, looking down at you with a shrug. “Yeah, you're right.”

As the three of you started towards Baby again, the two Betas followed, both of them fumbling over each other’s sentences.

“What you say about...?”

“Hang on a second here.”

“Wait...wait.”

“What thing about Mordechai you guys?”

Reaching the car, Dean reached for your door as he turned to you. “Don’t say anything, sweetheart.”

You paused and sighed, glancing over your shoulder at the Betas with your best sweet eyes. “But if they agree to shut the website down…

“They're not going to do it, you said so yourself,” Dean noted.

Ed stepped forward then, trying his best to look determined and trustworthy. “No wait. Wait. Don't listen to him ok? We'll do it. We'll do it.”

Chewing your lip, you pretended to consider it as you looked at the two of them. “Promise you’ll shut it down?” you asked, doe eyes in full effect.

“Totally,” Ed promised.

Smiling brightly at him, you reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out the fake death certificate you and Sam had made together at the library earlier. “It's a death certificate,” you started. “From the '30s. We got it at the library.

“Now according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound,” Sam added.

Dean nodded. “That's right he didn't hang or cut himself.”

The one that wasn’t Ed looked shocked. “He shot himself?”

“Yep.” Sam nodded. “With a .45 pistol. To this day they say he's terrified of them.”

“Matter of fact they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds…” Dean paused for dramatic effect before adding, “it'll kill the son of a bitch.”

The three of you watched as the two Betas took the bait. Scurrying off with the fake birth certificate, they hurried back to their trailer, trying to remain cool but completely failing.

Just like that… the plan was in motion.

…

Sitting in a diner, munching on your shared fries with Dean, you watched as Sam reached up to turn off the mechanical fisherman hanging from the wall above your table.

“If you pull that string one more time I'm gonna kill you,” he warned his brother.

Moving fast, Dean pulled the string again, making the fisherman laugh. Sam snatched at the string, shutting it up.

Dean chuckled. “Come on man, you need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense.”

“Not too tense.” You grinned, plopping a fry in your mouth.

Dean looked from you to his brother and back, a smirk of his own forming. “You’re a little vixen.” Leaning in, he caught your lips in a kiss as the two of you grinned against each other, his teeth tugging on your lip before he pulled back. Sighing, he turned to Sam again. “They post it yet?”

Without words, Sam turned his computer around, showing you and Dean the new post about Mordechai and his ‘found’ death certificate. You were pretty pleased with the handiwork.

Dean shrugged. “We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms. All right. How long do we wait?”

“Long enough for the new story to spread, and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker,” Sam answered.

“Sweet.” Dean nodded, reaching for his beer. He took a swig and went to put it back down, but found his hand stuck to the bottle. His eyes grew wide, knowingly. “You didn't.”

Sam laughed, pulling out superglue from his pocket. “Oh, I did!”

“You two are impossible.” You rolled your eyes at them, but even you couldn’t help but admit that it was funny.

…

Sitting in Baby, a distance away from Mordechai’s house so you were safe, but close enough so you could see the house in the distance, you held your gun in your lap. The brothers felt better bringing you at night now that you could protect yourself with the gun. But they still didn’t want you in the house.

Watching the place, you waited with baited breath, hoping that they would simply walk out any second now with a job well done.

But the longer you waited… the worse you felt.

Gunshots went off, causing you to jump where you sat. You didn’t move, though. You’d been expecting the gunshots, it was the plan… what you weren’t expecting was the brothers to not leave the house right away.

Something was wrong.

Throwing the car door open, you didn’t bother closing it as you hurried for the house. Throwing the door open, you could hear noise from around the corner. It sounded like Sam struggling.

Moving as fast as your feet would let you, you ran around the corner and found Sam being held against the wall, with the hilt of an axe being dressed against his throat as an imposing man pressed it against his airway.

“Sam!” Lifting your gun, you aimed it at the man who you could only assume was Mordechai before you pulled the trigger.

Mordechai stumbled at the impact of the bullets, but nothing more happened. Letting Sam go, which had him drop to the floor, Mordechai then turned to you. His face pulled into a grin as your eyes went wide… you were in danger.

Stalking towards you with heavy feet, Mordechai lifted his axe and took aim. You flinched, ducking down quickly as he swung the axe. It landed in the rotting wood of the wall, getting stuck momentarily.

“Hey!”

Looking behind you, you spotted Dean with an aerosol can and his lighter at the ready. Scurrying out of the way, you hurried over to him as Mordechai pulled his axe free. He didn’t get the chance to use it, though, before Dean set the can alight, turning it into a flamethrower.

“Go go go!”

Sam hurried over to us, staying low, before he helped me to my feet. Dean was close behind as we all started for the front door.

“Mordechai can't leave the house, we can't kill him.” Dean shrugged. “We improvise.”

Lifting his lighter again, Dean then tossed it on the ground from the direction we’d come from. Flames engulfed the ground where he’d apparently poured something that was highly flammable.

Then the three of you were running, hurrying out of the now burning house. Neither of you stopped until you were on the other side of the bushes.

“That's your solution?” Sam looked at his brother like he was insane. “Burn the whole damn place to the ground?”

“Well nobody will go in anymore. I mean look, Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. It's fast and dirty but it works,” Dean had a good point.

Sam didn’t look impressed. “Well what if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?”

“Well…” Dean clearly hadn’t thought that over, but he hadn’t had the time to. “Well then we'll just have to come back.”

It was the best option there was.

…

Back at the trailer park, the three of you were waiting and watching as Ed and his friend- who you now knew was called Harry- started towards your little group. They were carrying supplies, clearly ready for a long road trip. There was a smug look about them, more smug than usual.

“Gentlemen, lady.” Ed nodded to the three of you.

“Hey guys.”

“Should we tell 'em?” Harry asked Ed.

Ed shrugged. “Hey, might as well, you know, they're going to read about it in the trades.”

With that being a good enough answer, Harry turned back to the rest of you. “So this morning we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer.”

“Oh yeah, wrong number?” Dean grinned.

Ed glared at him. “No, smart-ass. He read all about the Hell House on our website and wants to option the motion picture rights. Maybe even have us write it.”

“And create the RPG,” Harry added.

“The what?”

You leaned closer to Dean to answer his question, “Role playing game.”

Looking more pleased with himself, Ed continued towards their car. “Anyhoo, ahhh, excuse us, we're off to la-la land.”

As we followed them, Sam spoke up, “Well congratulations guys. That sounds really great.”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded. “That's awesome, best of luck to you.”

“Oh yeah, luck. That has nothing to do with it. It's about talent. Sheer unabashed talent.” Ed was so full of himself. “Later.”

The two of them piled into their car before driving off.

Watching them leave, Dean scoffed. “Wow.” Shaking his head, he started towards Baby. You followed, slipping your hand into his.

Sam wasn’t too far behind. “I have a confession to make.”

“Hmm?” You looked to your left as he fell into step with you and his brother.

Sam shrugged. “I, uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer.” A sheepish grin found its way onto his lips.

Dean stopped in his tracks and laughed a full belly laugh. “Yeah well I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat.”

The two of them cracked up, laughing hard together. You couldn’t help but join them, agreeing that out of all the pranks they’d ever played, they were the two best ones.

“Truce?” Sam offered once you all calmed down.

“Yeah truce,” Dean agreed. “At least for the next 100 miles.”

Bamby

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wildtige429 · 4 months

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Human Alternates of the Autobots and Decepticons

For @julayla and @neogirlart so you guys can add in your ideas.

So, I have been brainstorming on what Team Arcadia, the human version of Team Prime and the Arcadians will be like. Arcadia is a fantasy land in the human verse where the elf Kinjiru and her family and the elven Commission live. As for where the human verse Decepticons, they live in a very dark continent where demons of Ars Goetia and such dwelled, seeking to claim Arcadia as their own land called Nidhogg.

Human Verse Autobots:

Optimus Prime - Aron (He's a male descendant of the Amazons whose magic amulet turns him into a manticore. Has dragonkin blood)

Ratchet - Rustlen (A tanuki and his amulet helps hide his animal form)

Bumblebee - Beckett (A plains elf whose animal form is a jackalope and has lightning magic)

Bulkhead - Trayne (A minotaur. He avoids beef, cause he feels that its considered cannibalism since a minotaur is part bull)

Prowl - Kitsu (He's a kitsune ninja whose an expert in illusions and controls black fox fire. He can transform at will)

Jazz - Tenko (An arctic fox-type kitsune ninja who controls snow and ice)

Sentinel Prime - Cyrrus (A male descendant of the Amazons and his magic turns him into a tigon)

Ultra Magnus - Leonidas (King of Arcadia, leader of the Elite Knights and friend of Elf Kougato. He has the power of lightning and transforms into a Nemean lion)

Rodimus Prime - Akira (Male descendant of the Amazons, Aron's half-brother whom they share the same dragonkin mother, and animal form is a tiger)

Hotshot - Rammot (Fire elf whose animal form is a fire lizard)

Kup - Copper (A retired war veteran who still stays around to teach cadets and the members of the Elite Knights. He's a mountain elf whose animal form is a mountain goat)

Brawn - Knuckle (A dwarf with Herculean strength. His amulet changes him into a splinter cat, a pangolin-bobcat hybrid beast with a superthick skull capable of powerful headbutts)

Ironhide - Nero (A descendant of the Nemean lion and has the ability to turn his body into indestructible diamonds)

Red Alert - Nikke (A savannah elf, was mentored by Rustlen, and her animal form is a gazelle)

Jetfire and Jetstorm - Orobas and Eligos (Human Phango's mentees who look up to him as their father figure, raised in Arcadia as fellow Arcadians as well as the first demon Elite Knights, and they can fuse together to become Gamigin, a giant winged anthro unicorn with two horns and wings who controls both wind and fire. Orobas' true form is an anthro demon stallion with flames for a mane and tail and Eligos' true form is an anthro unicorn stallion with two horns and glowing blue wings)

Alpha Trion - Merlin (The one and only Merlin himself. His animal form is a majestic kirin)

Perceptor - Percival (A robot-like golem made of metal but is extremely intelligent despite his robotically monotonous character)

Blurr - Hermes (A storm elf birn with lightning speed and runs as fast as The Flash. His animal form is a cheetah with spots shaped like pluses and minuses and a lightning bolt-shaped tail)

Wreck-Gar - Rumpel (He's a troll who was an old elementary school drawing but was splashed by the waters of the Holy Grail, a very friendly but nit-witted troll who enjoys eating trash which helps the environment)

Grimlock - Sword (Leader of the Dino-Men, cavemen frozen and preserved in ice until they were freed into the modern world. Posesses a pyronite (lava magicked gems only found in prehistoric time) sword and has a pet T-Rex named Grimey)

Swoop - Flail (The smartest yet quiet member of the Dino-Men, wields a pyronite flail and has a pet pterodactyl named Flappy)

Snarl - Club (The strongest yet slowest but good-hearted member of the Dino-Men, wields a pyrobite club and has a pet triceratops named Growly)

Cliffjumper - Clifford (An iron elf whose animal form is a big-horned ox)

Omega Supreme - Zhu Long (A ginormous gold and red Chinese dragon who helped the Elite Knights and the kingdom of Arcadia to defeat Marbas and his army of demons, banishing them to the dark reaches of Nidhogg as well as sealing them away with his own breath. After the war, he transforms into his human form which is a huge dark-skinned man wearing Chinese robes and he only turns into his true form to help carry Team Aron on his back when they want to fly somewhere far and to aid them combating large evil forces)

Arcee - Himari (A light elf who suffered amnesia when she and Rustlen were captured by Sitri during the war. Now recovered, she works as a teacher to teach humans how to use magic now that both fantasy and human worlds are one. Her animal form is a mink)

Human Verse Decepticons:

Megatron - Marbas (His true form is a demonic lion-dragon-lizard hybrid)

Starscream - Astaroth (True form is a winged wolf-eagle humanoid hybrid)

Skywarp - Seir, Astaroth's cowardly brother

Thundercracker - Vassago, Astaroth's arrogant brother

Sunstorm - Vual, Astaroth's over-flattering brother

Ramjet - Valac, Astaroth's pathologically lying brother

Slipstream - Gremory, Astaroth's bitchy sister

Acidstorm - Sabnock, Astaroth's bloodthirsty brother

Novastorm - Flauros, Astaroth's seductive brother

Dirge - Phenex, Astaroth's greedy brother

Thrust - Raum, Astaroth's greedy brother

Lugnut - Dantalion (True form is a six-horned demon minotaur)

Blitzwing - Naberius, Aamon and Marchosias (True forms are demonic werewolves that can fuse together to become a three-headed demon wolfman with four arms and massive wings)

Blackarachnia - Vapula (Was an Amazon woman named Artime but was corrupted by dark magic in when she, Aron and Cyrrus ventured to Tartaros, a very dark land only inhabited by monsters and spirits corrupted by dark magic. Her demon form is a massive lioness with eight eyes with the first two above her original eyes and the second and third pairs on either sides of her torso, four massive spider legs on her back and massive insect-like fangs containing paralytic venom. Her spider legs can fuse together to become insectoid wings when she wants to fly.)

Shockwave - Paimon (True form is a pale humanoid demon with horns taking the top half of his head with the eyes on his palms and wings. His elf form is called Pollux)

Swindle - Mephistopheles (MP for short; true form is a yellow and purple anthro cobra with a fox's face and tail)

Lockdown - Sitri (True form is a winged leopard with horns, claws and tail of a dragon and breathes black smoke that causes blindness, paralysis and causes the victim to fall asleep)

Spittor - Baal (True form is a giant demon toad with an insatiable appetite and three tongues)

Strika - Purson (True form is a bear-lion hybrid beast with a viper for a tail)

Cyclonus - Focalor (True form is an anthro tiger with eagle claws for hands, crocodilian tail, ram horns and feet like a velociraptor's)

Oil Slick - Crocell (True form is a black-winged angel wearing bone and skull trinkets, a leopard skin kilt and has a head of a hyena and a tail and fangs of a snake)

Blackout - Furfur (True form is a demonic anthro stag with metallic horns, dragon-like claws and wings and feet like an elephant's)

Scrapper - Agares (Was a normal construction worker named Igor until he, Sal and Zippo, their mean boss, accidentally drank from the Holy Grail (Human world version of the AllSpark) and turned them into demons. His true form is an muscular anthro crocodile with large boar-like tusks)

Mixmaster - Saleos (Was formerly Sal until the Holy Grail turned him into Saleos. His true form is a big bellied anthro alligator who can project cement-like vomit that quickly hardens to trap opponents)

Dirtboss - Zepar (was formerly Zippo until the Holy Grail turned him into Zepar. His true form is an anthro caiman in red armor and has a spiky tail that shoots quills. When the quills hit someone, they become his puppets)

Soundwave - Tsugumomo (A radio tsukumogami that bears a hatred to humans for how they treat their items and tsukumogami familiars and wishes to liberate all tsukumogamis to rule over them.)

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“Each of the Chaos Crystals were crafted under the watchful eye of myself. These crystals harbor an element inside of them that correlates with a phenomenon of nature. It is our duty, as their guardians, to nurture their environment and provide a sense of security to them. Chaos is a living element. It carries thoughts, emotions, energies from living entity and to the next. Treat it with valor and compassion and it will bestow the same onto you.”

Easier said than done.

With each stride he took, with each painful draw of his shortened breath, Terios kept moving.

Don’t stop! Keep running!

The soles of his boots dug deep into the doughy mud as he mounded himself off the ground. His heart pounded furiously in his ears. The heaves of his icy breath that he drew in from his burning lungs. Sticky mud quickly turned into slippery ice on the forest ground. It was enough to catch him slightly off guard, but a charitable warning for him to be mindful of his surroundings. His eyes shifted back and forth with every step that he took as he ran through the thick foliage of the East Forest. With the staff and straps of his bag in a choke hold, Terios hurdled over various obstacles on the path with ease as his mind focused on one goal: to get to the temple. He trusted every fiber of his being and muscle memory to get him safely to his destination.

Relax, you are familiar with me.

Terios couldn’t feel a connection from the crystals. It was as if he was being ignored. An irked Terios shook his head and rummaged through the deerskin bag to hold the green crystal in his hand.

Cease this activity at once! I am trying to help you!

He was definitely being ignored. The crystals, as he concluded, had been neglected for so long that they couldn’t recognize assistance. And if they couldn’t recognize assistance, then they were bound to act by their own accord to govern the state of unbalanced nature. That was not a possibility to be consider in Terios’ mind. The crystals could not do so without proper guidance. If not housed in the temple, then the planet’s weather would be out of control thanks to the green crystal. Time was not on his side as he had assumed. He had hoped that the day’s journey would provide some progress by putting some distance between them and the temple. What he didn’t expect was to run the entire half of the journey in an hour tops! Even without his skates it was mildly impressive.

Terios blinked a couple of times as glanced to the forest floor. What was once dim light that directed his path was conquered by a cold shadow that leered by his side. Terios could feel his fur stand on end as a foreign energy washed over his aura. He dared himself to turn his head to witness the horrors of the storm clouds in the sky. Obsidian black clouds tumbled forward with a roar that shook in his chest. Lightning cackled and exploded in the sky as violent wind lurched forward. He could’ve shrugged it off as a ruthless storm if it weren’t for the bizarre green streaks of lightning that strikes the ground. Each bolt of verdant green lightning struck down from the skies and stabbed the trees, setting them ablaze instantly.

Chaos energy. Of course it was unchecked Chaos energy from the crystal. Thank chaos for the temples… at least it was a temporary solution for the time being.

“For Chaos’ sake!” Terios growled, “I hate rain!”

Wind, rain, and ice pounded Terios’ head as he ran. The further the traveled, the harsher the conditions became. He had to keep moving, who knew what other bizarre weather patterns could happen next. Terios released a sharp gasp as he quickly evaded a bolt of lightning. The heat that radiated from the lightning bolt warmed his fur and barely singed his quills. He was surprised that didn’t come with a sly quip from OMEGA. The rock golem’s head often liked to pull his leg when it was convenient for him. Come to think of it, it had been a solid five minutes since he’s heard his traveling companion speak.

Where was OMEGA?

Terios halted from his sprint and shielded his eyes from the elements. Haze from the rain and ice was too hard to see through. While most of his traveling through the weather was done through channeling chaos energy, he still relied on his eyes to help navigate terrane.

“OMEGA,” Terios screamed through the gust of wind, “where are you?”

“OVER-HERE!”

Whipping his head around, he spotted the glow of cyan eyes and markings flicker from the rain pour just a couple feet down the incline. With an annoyed growl, the Titan slid down the slope to retrieve his friend. Terios growled as he picked OMEGA from the ground, muttering a slew of swear words under his breath as he picked the head up from the ground and crawled back up the incline. Which was very hard to do, mind you… especially with loads of ancient artefacts to carry and a rock golem’s head that liked to scream for attention. The frantic change from mud to ice must have been too much for OMEGA, as Terios concluded. As much as he tried, OMEGA managed to lodge himself in the occasional nook and cranny on the ground as he rolled.

As soon as Terios returned to the main path, he sped off with the head wrapped tightly in his arms. “The hell we’re you doing?”

“PURSUING-THE-RED-WISP,” OMEGA roared through the wind.

“A wisp? Don’t be daft! Those disappeared when Rosé—“

Terios followed the glance of OMEGA’s eyes to the trail below, blinking a couple of times and shaking his head. From afar, the hedgehog could see a small red orb flutter by with indigo eyes directed sharply upwards. The wisp eyes gestured to the path in front of them before speeding by them to the path ahead. Something about the wisp felt familiar to him. Very familiar. He could shake the feeling. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The proclaimed wisp. He hadn’t seen wisps in ages. Not since Rosé…. Terios shook his head to rid of the thought. Now was not the time to get distracted.

“A wisp,” he grunted. Another query to worry about as soon as the weather situation was fixed. “I cannot have you get distracted. Time is not of the essence here.” OMEGA didn’t utter a word as Terios move forward.

The temple found in the East Forest had long existed before many of the Ancients existed. When the temple was introduced to Terios hundreds of years ago, it was the first of eight that had been constructed. Construction had just begun on the second temple, blueprints were drawn for the third. Progress on the temples were projected to last for a couple hundred years with the helps of the Ancients and those that inhabited Sanctuary. Terios remembered feeling proud in assisting with the progress of constructing the temples. If he was occupied with tasks assigned by Blue, he would took it upon himself to help the others build. It had been quite some time since he visited each of the temples. Of all of the events that Terios had endured, a part of him was quite relieved to revisit a piece of a past that reflected a simpler time… even if it was under unfortunate circumstance.

As Terios and OMEGA arrived to the temple’s front, the Titan couldn’t help but step back with mouth ajar. What was once a temple constructed of concrete, vibrant colors, and rimmed with gold was now nothing more than a crumbling structure. Pillars and beams laid scattered on the ground with moss growing on top. The walls caved in and were brittle to the touch. What ached his heart the most was that the great oak tree—one that grew for centuries in the temple’s courtyard—was found uprooted with horrible scorch marks along its trunk. The magnificent structure that provided solace in these darken days was noting more than a vague memory of what was.

The two sought shelter just as a gust of wind and rain forced its way to the temple. Hail had just begun as Terios dived to a crumbled wall with enough roofing to shield his person. Terios set OMEGA down onto the ground and knelt next to him. The messenger bag was flung onto the floor as he stabbed the ground with the end of the staff. OMEGA leaned close to look inside as he watched Terios rummage around for octahedron-shaped crystal. The titan held the crystals in both of his hands as he looked down. A soft hum radiated from the crystal as he gave it a fatigued grin.

“You are safe here,” he whispered to the crystal. “You are home. And you have a job to do.”

Before any of them could make a move, the titan and golem were startled by a cackle of lightning striking the ground. Horrendous roars of thunder echoed through the remaining upright walls of the temple. Terios twisted his head in every which direction as he witnessed the rain pour through the minimal coverage of the diminishing roof. All around him the remaining walls shook and teetered as the thunder continued to roar in the sky. To his horror, Terios watched as inner walls and decorated columns finally crumbled and laid waste to the Earth. His breath shook as pillars and decorative art dropped to the ground all around him. His heart sank into his chest as he watched the wreckage continue to grow.

What he didn’t notice through all of the chaos that erupted around him was the flutter of the crimson red wisp flutter by him once more. Terios stared in awe as the wisp swayed back and forth to grasp his attention. Indigo eyes sent a chill down his spine as they locked with his. He knew those indigo eyes... Terios finally understood what the wisp’s omen was; it was there to help. With a quick nod of the wisp head, it took off into the depths of the temple without hesitation. The hedgehog quickly collected his things and trailed close behind. Terios had full trust that OMEGA could catch up on his own.

Terios kept close to the wisp that guided him through the temple’s ruins. Neither of them dared to stop. The hedgehog’s ears twitched to the low tumble of OMEGA rolling close by. Just beyond the uprooted tree was an alter covered in vines. Terios watched as the red wisp bolted to the alter and spiraled around it. The wisp fluttered in circled and motioned for the hedgehog to step forward. The alter was just as he had seen before; a limestone cylinder covered with gold and cyan inlays along the edges. The smooth counter top featured a single slot for the crystal and subtle relief carvings of the Ancients’ emblem below. It was good to see something familiar to him.

The titan step forward with caution as he kept his surroundings in check. The verdant crystal’s humming grew louder the closer he came to the alter. Right as he attempted to place the crystal down, Terios bared his fangs as the noisome scraping of stones slowly dragged and dropped from the ceiling. Terios lifted his ears up to the sounds of quiet taps just above him that followed close behind. I feel danger all around me… and anguish as well. Scarlet red eyes shifted above to look around. Nothing. There were no signs of movement above or in front of him. He may be the only one visible in the room, but he knew that he wasn’t alone. Something wanted his attention.

Without a moment to spare, the hedgehog placed the crystal down into the octahedron-shaped hole on the alter. With a soft click of the crystal nestled inside, a warm glow illuminated and pulsated as chaos energy was regulated. From above, the harsh rain had stopped pounding the ruins. The echoes of the wind screaming from outside had disappeared. Terios gave a subtle sign of relief as he tapped his knuckles on the alter in content. The weather had stopped. One crystal was restored. Only seven remained. As long as the crystal remained in the temple, then no one had to worry about the sporadic and violent weather around them.

“This should suffice for the time being,” he muttered softly. “Anyone that dares move you from this alter knows that consequences will follow. Without the other Ancients and guards around, I will assure your safety.”

With a bow of his head, Terios turned on his heel and walked away. Terios took his leave. Though the task was done, he couldn’t quite shake the unsettling feeling of danger off of his aura as he walked away. His quills tingled with each stride that he took. Something was off. Terios quickly scanned the temple’s opened room once more and proceeded forward. He needed to consult the scrolls once more to pinpoint his next location. That, and he had to find OMEGA again. It’s been too long since he’s heard an obnoxious one-liner from the golem’s head. As Terios quickened his pace, he was stopped once more by the fluttering red wisp that barricaded the exit. The wisp, as he watched, spiraled around and around his person in a frantic motion. Indigo eye made contact with him once more as it furrowed its eyebrows.

“Warning,” He heard the wisp say in a deep voice.

Terios opened his mouth to rebuttal, but paused as soon as he felt the quills on his head and forearms raise. The hedgehog quickly raised his quills and narrowed his eyes with a snarl. Terios grasped hold of the neck of the staff as he lowered it to the ground. To block, he extended an arm just above his muzzle and flares the quill-like fins to the pointed nose of the figure that stood behind him. A maroon colored echidna with orange dyed spines stood proudly with his shoulders rolled back and his chest puffed outward. Sapphire blue eyes stared coldly at the hedgehog as thick white eyebrows furrowed. The state of the planet and the results of war had clearly made a mark on the echidna. The echidna’s garbs were reduced to nothing more than tattered sandals, a worn sarong, and scratches across the once prideful emblems of the Ancients.

“Pachacamac,” Terios groveled.

“Titan,” the echidna flashed him a crooked grin. “About time you showed up. You disappeared for a month and then reappear when chaos lets loose. Seems to be a trend with you, don’t you think?”

Terios tightened his grip around the neck of the staff. The quills along his forearms continued to raise as the danger grew around him.

“It’s cute how you think that your arm fins are weapons,” Pachacamac said. “I’ve known you for what? A hundred years? And you’re still using them? Glad to see that you’re not trimming them like you used to.”

“Enough talk, what do you want?”

“No need to get defensive. We’re all here with good intentions,” Pachacamac stated.

With a quick snap of his fingers, hundreds of eyes emerged from the shadows and stared back at the two figures in the room. Terios twisted his head around and watched in awe as swarms of echidnas dropped into view one by one. The hedgehog watched at each of the echidnas prepared themselves to strike with spears drawn and shields upright. All of the echidnas that Terios had grew accustomed to throughout the years had crowded themselves into the room and waited for a cue.

“So now you all show,” Terios groveled.

“You don’t get to be sour with us, Terios. We all had our assignments during the war. We accomplished ours—“

“You fled like cowards,” Terios spat, “you and the others are a blood soaked stain to Strength’s name.”

“And you’re not?” Pachacamac tapped his finger on Terios’ forearm quills to lower from his nose. The snarl the Terios gave him was quite amusing. “You, on the other hand, failed to do yours. And because you failed, the Ancients are gone. You were the very last one to see Blue alive. So what happened to them? Where are they?”

Terios shot a glance to the echidna that tried to grab the bag. In a flash, the hedgehog leapt into the air with the bag held tightly to his chest. Terios landed not far behind with eyes narrowed down to Pachacamac rather coldly. Of course the echidnas would be here the Chaos Crystals. They’ve always had an unhealthy obsession with obtaining such awesome power. A hundred years later and they were still in the same mindset. Strength would be so disappointed…

Terios pointed the staff to the older echidna and frowned in disgust. “You’re not worthy of the crystals. Blue bestowed the power and role to me. Now get out of my sight. I’ve an objective to complete.”

“So far you’ve proven that you can’t do your job. And if you can’t do your job, then it’s best to remove you. Let the true descendants of the most powerful Ancient take the crystals. And you, an artificial being, have no role here. We’ll be taking those now.”

Before he could rebuttal, Terios halted in his step and lurched forward. For a second of a fraction Terios could feel an acute surge of energy strike his back and swarm across his torso. His arms were vigorous pinned to his side as he was shoved to his knees to the temple’s cold hard floor. Terios’ eyes frantically scanned his person in attempt to puzzle together the source of his unfortunate situation. From a glance he saw four redden beams wrapped tightly around his person and surging with chaos energy that singed his fur. His mind struggled to process how quickly he was restrained, but was interrupted by a shockwave of unbearable energy coursing through his veins. Bared fangs and growls escaped curled lips as he bared through the wave. Unchecked chaos energy could not be used in such a vitriolic manner. The echidnas drew closer with spears drawn forward as they pointed directly to his head.

“Ancient technology,” the echidna said with a shake of his head. Pachacamac revealed a sharp piece of flint from his minted hands and cut the strap from Terios’ shoulder to retrieve the bag. “The Titan is coming with us. We need him.”

Terios was pulled from the ground and up to his feet. A set of mitten hands shoved his forward to follow behind the maroon echidna. As much as the titan desired to fight, he knew better than to strike without a plan. He loathed the idea of being in one’s clutches as much as anyone else. However, as long as he cooperated, he knew that minimal harm would come to protecting the Chaos Crystals. He didn’t have much choice. For now he was within their care. The echidna army pushed him out of the temple and far into the forest. One last glance at the East Forest temple earned him another shove to walk forward. The red wisp, who had watched from the shadows, fluttering anxiously behind the echidna army.

#The Aftermath #Short Story #Stength’s Warriors #Terios the Titan #OMEGA the Golem #my art #sonic boom #Strength the Ancient #Sonic Boom AU #Shadow AU

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welcome-to-green-hills · 1 year

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I have a feeling Unit and the version of Omega from your Boom AU would be good friends!

… Oh no…

(Sonic Boom AU can be found HERE! For context, OMEGA isn’t a robot in this AU. He’s a rock golem like the ones in the TV show. He was built by the Ancients to protect their homes and people. Lyric wiped out most of them but OMEGA).

#You would not believe me with how many times I’ve listened to Movie-Robotnik-Positivity and…#… The-Brucest-Fan cackle over OMEGA running over Terios’ toes.#mystery anon #off topic #Sonic Boom AU #OMEGA the Golem

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merymoonbeam · 2 years

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Alpha and Omega

In HoSaB we learned that truth-teller is twin blade to Gwydion/Starsword

The male drew it, and Bryce flinched. Flinched, but—“What the fuck?” The knife could have been the twin of the Starsword: black hilted and bladed. It was its twin. The Starsword began to hum within its sheath, glittering white light leaking from where leather met the dark hilt. The dagger—.The male dropped the dagger to the plush carpet. All of them retreated as it flared with dark light, as if in answer. Alpha and Omega. “Gwydion,” the dark-haired female whispered, indicating the Starsword.(hosab)

What is interesting about this scene is that Sarah used "Alpha and Omega" for them.

And I searched what Alpha and Omega means.

In Christianity it means:

Alpha (Α) and omega (Ω) are the first and last letters, respectively, of the classical (Ionic) Greek alphabet. Thus, the phrase "I am the alpha and the omega" is further clarified with the additional phrase, "the beginning and the end" in Revelation 21:6, 22:13. The first and last letters of the Greek alphabet were used because the book of Revelation is in the New Testament, which was originally written in Greek.This phrase is interpreted by many Christians to mean that Jesus has existed for all eternity or that God is eternal.

and we have the truth-teller scene with Elain and Azriel (which is an important scene as you can see in this post> Truth teller)

Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade. I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.(acowar)

so we have:

•Azriel and Elain being light and dark, and Gwydion and Truth-teller are white light and dark light.

we also have:

•Elain as the lovely fawn with blooming spring behind her. Fawn symbolizes new beginnings, good health and innocence, and spring symbolizes new beginnings, rebirth and life.

•Azriel as death. pretty self explanatory.

•Alpha and Omega as "the beginning and the end"

•Life the beginning? and death the end?

Going back to Alpha and Omega meaning...

In Judaism it means:

In Hebrew, the word emet (אמת, meaning "truth"), is referred to as the "Seal of God."[8][9][10] [Cf. Isaiah 44:6[11]] The word is composed of the first, middle, and last letters of the Hebrew alphabet. The midrash explains that emet is made up of the first, middle, and last letters of the Hebrew alphabet (aleph, mem, and tav: אמת). Sheqer (שקר, falsehood), on the other hand, is made up of the 19th, 20th, and 21st (and penultimate) letters. Thus, truth is all-encompassing, while falsehood is narrow and deceiving.

First, middle and last letters of Hebrew alphabet—Aleph, Mem and Taw. They together make the word "emet" which means "truth" and we have truth teller. We also have... Dusk’s truth.

An isle of near-permanent twilight, the home world of her breed of Fae … A land of Dusk. “Dusk’s Truth,” Bryce breathed. It wasn’t just the name of this room that Danika had been talking about with Sofie.(hosab)

Dusk Court. And there was a prophecy about starsword/starsword and its twin knife.

“It’s another of the Fae’s countless inane prophecies,” Bryce muttered. “When knife and sword are reunited, so shall our people be.(hoeab)

There is also an interesting story about the word emet.

In Jewish mythology it was the word emet that was carved into the head of the golem which ultimately gave it life. But when the letter aleph was erased from the golem's forehead, what was left was "met"—dead. And so the golem died.

we can again see that there is life-death situation going on. With Alpha and Omega meaning emet, emet gave golem life and with erasing the first letter—Aleph—the gollem met its death.

#elriel #alpha and omega #alpha omega

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