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[mxgalodon]

The sounds of the cheering crowd of the Nitro Drome roared as I climbed atop my Behemoth to reguard my people with a grandiose wave of my arms and a bright smile.

"AND THERE WE HAVE IT, FOLKS! OUR FIRST EVER NITRO DROME CHAMPION, MEGALO DON!"

The crowd's cheers turned to screams, accentuated by a rattling of noisemakers made of bottles and cans. My people stomped their feet excitedly, the force shaking the very foundation of the stadium itself. Gouts of fire flashed past me, briefly shifting the desert's cool night air into that of a summer noon heat in irregular rhythms. The saw blades at the center of the statium screetched as they ground against each other, throwing sparks. The lights were all on me, their sights were all on me, all the noise was for me.

I swallowed down the feeling of my chest tightening. I don't know what it was. I wanted to hide. But I had to stay, I had to stay. Just a little longer, just through Scarr's closing speech. Then I could go. I could hide. I could curl up where no one could see me. I could nestle in the glorious silence. I could breathe. I could hide.

Glancing up to the Ringmaster's box, I tried to make out the shape of Scarr through the dust and lights. Some form of familiarity, something to focus on to drag me through the rest of this. I couldn't find her. I knew she was there, but no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't see. The lights burned my eyes. Dust made it hard to blink.

As I lowered my arms, I tried to level my gaze to the horizon. Or, well... where I guessed the horizon was. The walls of the arena got in the way. That tightness in my chest wouldn't go away. It wasn't getting any easier to breathe. Not that I could let it show...

In the distance, I heard Scarr's voice over the loudspeakers. Couldn't make out the words. The noise, the cheers, the fire and blades...

A moment later, the fire suddenly stopped, the cheers quieted. I took it as my queue to climb back down and into my Behemoth. The doors to leave the Nitro Drome, past Scarr's Lockjaw, opened to my right.

It was likely best if I stayed. Drove around, parked my car outside, and greet my people as they jumped into theirs to leave. It would do them good to have that camaraderie, to see their leader out among them, tangible and reachable. One of them, rather than apart.

I couldn't bring myself to. The thought of interacting with the crowd made my hands shake; in anger, in frustration. I wanted to hide. I just wanted to hide.

So I did.

Shifting gears, I peeled off into the Wasteland. I drove east as far as I could go before reaching that ugly marble and gold ruin. Tucked myself into a canyon, parked my car, and stumbled out of the seat to sit on the ground. I couldn't be in my car any longer. Too small. Too tight. Too enclosed. I needed to be outside.

As soon as my palms struck the ground, a rush of emotions and feelings washed over me. My knees hurt. My head was pounding. My chest was too tight, my heart beating far too fast, it's heat broiling my insides. Almost made me want to tear off my armor just to give myself room, to reduce my layers so that I could cool off, but I knew better.

And, fucking hell, I was so fucking hungry.

I wanted so much in that moment. I wanted food, I wanted water, I wanted comfort, I wanted the power to make it stop. My stomach clawed at me, pulled me apart piece by piece; I was starving. I was starving.

I couldn't take it. I can't. I can't. I can't.

"Is everything alright?"

What kind of stupid fucking question was that?

My mind was a flurry of indescribable information: thoughts, feelings, cravings. I couldn't make out a single coherent thing... even so, I willed myself to resist.

I had company, and it would be impolite to keep indulging in these nonsensical sensations.

Glancing over my shoulder, I tried to meet my company's gaze. I couldn't. The world was so blurry, there was little light save from the moon that shone behind their hooded face. I couldn't see.

"I ask again: is everything alright?"

"I'm fine," I answered, then quickly turned away, feeling another surge that I had to shove down. "Everything's fine."

A lie.

There was a moment of silence as I heard the stranger step towards me, their cloak fluttering into view just before they crouched besides me.

A fucking madman, to approach me when I'm like this. When I'm on the verge of...

"... you seem tired, Megalo Don."

"Like you wouldn't believe," I answered without thinking. "Now go away."

"I would not bat away a helping hand, if I were you."

"What do you want?"

"I want to help."

"How the fuck do you think you can do that?"

A pause. The stranger held his hand out from his cloak, fingers pressed tightly together. Then, with a snap...

Silence.

My heart slowed. My mind ceased to race, my thoughts flowing in nice, orderly fashion, like a river through the canyons. Most importantly... I stopped feeling hungry.

"How did you do that?" I asked, blinking with surprise as I adjusted to the current state.

"Magic."

"You're so fucking funny, smartass."

"You don't have to be so rude," the stranger chastised. "I can just as easily set you back."

"Don't," I was almost begging. I didn't like it.

"Then play nice."

The stranger rose to his full height, extending his hand to help me up. As I tried to stand on my own, I struggled, as if a weight on my shoulders was holding me down.

Fuck, I was tired.

Reluctantly, I took his hand. He pulled me to my feet and steadied me with a hand on my back. I felt my heart beat a touch faster...

Yeah, okay Meg, you fucking touch-starved, gay idiot. Stop being so desperate.

I brushed his hand off my back, "Please don't. Not a big fan of touch."

The stranger hummed in acknowledgement, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah. Whatever you did, it did the trick. How did you do that?"

"I am a sorcerer. I am a doctor. I am many things. Things you need, and so I answer."

"Are you from this island?'

"No, I am from another reality. But, I am familiar with this place."

"Wouldn't happen to know about a weapon that can fire giant, island-destroying lightning bolts, would you?"

"There is no weapon of the sort, but if there is a spell..."

"Right. Sorcerer."

"There are a few on the island. I could help you find them, if you would like."

A lead? Already? How lucky... about time, honestly.

I was overdue for a little luck.

[plushiesssforcrying]

How about Kenny,Kyle, and Tweak (seperately) with a reader who really likes/wants to play with their hair? - 🖍

also i got plenty headcanon ideas, kind og just spacing them out!

nice! thank for requesting anon! multiple characters will be shorter than normal :p

other characters under the cut

warnings? swearing and mentions of drugs (in kenny and tweek's)

art by; mochiiparadise on Tumblr

kenny loves it

like i said before, he's very touch starved

will fall asleep on you

when you brush out his bangs with your hand, he'd gently grab your wrist to give small kisses

absolutely melts in your touch

if he's ranting and mad about something, just run your hand through his hair and he'll shut up instantly

he deems your hand "as addicting as nicotine"

art by; mochiiparadise on Tumblr

he's happy when you're happy

and when you're happy is when you're playing with his hair

his hair like a bunch of poofs

perfect pillow hair

would ask you to play with his hair while he's playing games or ranting about something cause it makes things less terrible

art by; remy-rambles on Tumblr

this man is literally all over the place and no less his hair

it's literally a bird's nest

somehow it's soft and not actually tangled up (as much) like it looks?????

you have to forewarn him before you touch his hair cause man on literal meth

it does help calms him down better

definitely would ask to play with your hair as well

but he's happy to have his head on your lap while you're playing with his hair

[minminambus]

As a gamer, IDW SG Megatron does not get much respect.

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A commission for @shiningsilverarmor! Thank you for commissioning me!

[ID: Four black and white icons of an original character, Hollis, who is a very fluffy moth-like creature. He has shoulder length hair and feathery antennae and has no clear mouth. In the first icon, he is looking off to the side, holding his hands by his face with a worried expression. In the second, he is looking right at the viewer, hands in a grabbing position. In the third, he is dressed as Grimm from Hollow Knight, with the same cape and mask, posing with an arm held out. In the fourth, he has his mouth open, revealing many sharp fangs, his hands held low. In the bottom right, there is a green flower that reads, “Min 2021.” /end ID]

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[fallenmxnki-blog]

clipped wings

Some days were slower than others. On one of these particular days, the fallen angel took leisure in wandering the halls of Keisung. Now not normally the type to skip class, a couple got cancelled or rescheduled, giving Minki an amount of free time he didn’t know what to do with. Last time he wandered the music halls, maybe some other place will be more interesting this time around.

After passing the collection of science class rooms, he turned and found himself walking to the art hall. The former angel stopped dead in his tracks with hesitation, biting his lower lip and considering whether or not he wanted to continue. While typically he avoided this area as if the air was diseased. Despite that, something was coaxing him to move forward. With an exasperated sigh, he changed the current song on his iPod before continuing down on his path.

The air smelled of paint and it honestly took Minki back. Back to his life as an angel. It made him shiver a bit, a phantom sensation running along his scars. He didn’t know what to make of it. Impulsively, the blonde stopped to turn and enter the room closest to him in case he started to panic. He bursts into the room, dropping all of his possessions onto the ground in the process. However, what’s in the room was something he could’ve have prepared himself for. A figure is already painting with his back turned, the easel bright as day to him. Just a regular guy painting away wouldn’t be a frightening image to the average monster, but what started to freak Minki out was what was on the canvas. His own face. That style was recognizable.

“Ji… Jinhwa?” A name that hasn’t slipped past his lips in 500 years made its way out, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. All Minki could do was stand there and stare. Stare at the sole reason his wings were painfully ripped out of his back. The reason he wandered earth like a lost child trying to find his way back home. He felt his heart drop down into hell, his stomach churning and the anger that resided in him boiling and rising into his throat. Did he want to run? Did he want to confront him?

“What are you doing here?” was all Minki could muster up, taking a couple steps forward. There was no way in hell he wanted to be were he was at the moment, yet he only advanced. And when that literal demon turned to face him, fuck. If he had a heart that was beating, it would’ve stopped right there. His breath was caught in his throat, laying eyes on the face he ran away and tried to stay away from for the past couple of centuries. Though as handsome as ever, he wanted to fuck up that smug look on him.

[mxgalodon]

Hi Sir. I know you don’t really know me but. I heard you’re letting people stay on your ship because of whatever’s happening. I was wondering if I um. I could? Stay I mean… I don’t have anywhere else to keep my stuff

@milesperh0ur

[Megalo Don took a moment to reply. Not because he had to think on his answer, but rather because the answer came so quickly and easily to him, he was too stunned to speak.]

[For a moment, a memory wrenched itself from his brain, taking hold of his senses so much that it felt just as much reality as would a dream: the ashen taste of the sandstorm, the hair-raising feeling before a lightning strike, the wobble of standing on ground that was slowly shattering and liquifying beneath your feet. There was a cry for help amongst the rubble of the settlement you were raiding mere moments ago. A twinge in your wretched, metal heart called for you to act. Something changed in you, that day. You're still unsure if it was for the better or for worse.]

I-it is quite alright. You are- you're brave to come ask, and for that I commend you.

Give me a few hours to prepare a room. Do you need help collecting your things, or would you rather handle that yourself?

[Had he truly gotten so soft? Had all his time in the Underground eaten away at him? Or had he always been like this, deep down? There was a time he would have never opened his home to someone he was not overly familiar with, yet in this moment, he felt compelled to.]