#// poor Rod honestly

[localicecreambiter]

beware the yappening

if you saw me post this, no you didnt

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IF IT WASNT CLEAR BY THE SPIKE IN FOUR SWORDS CONTENT ITS BEEN ON MY MIND LATELY!!! so obviously that means the obligatory redesigns >:) I tried not to play too far into the stereotypes (not that there's anything wrong in indulging in those!!... i did throw in headcanons tho, like heightened and dulled senses... ill explain dw)

we'll start with shadow since I kinda forgot to draw him initially, lol. sorry buddy 😥 I gave him a shard of the mirror as a means of being able to exist. he can still float around and slip into the shadows and all, but he's not as powerful as he was when the mirror was full. (his ego definitely still is big though) he's not fond of chainmail despite the rest of the four and Link wearing it. his tunic mirrors what links would've looked like. any triforce motifs appearing upside-down and little swirl on his belt backward since he's from the Dark World and all that jazz. silly stuff. I kept it relatively simple since I doubt Link is very over the top, and Shadow has no sense of bodily autonomy at that point (he would so have an over the top outfit, let's be real) Obviously he gets along well with Vio, but he and Blue banter quite a bit. Sure, both mistakenly get offended sometimes but it's all in good fun! His hair looks a little more rounded here, but it's usually more flowey and sticks up every which way. unruly hair for an unruly boy. shadow loves quality time!!! what could be better than hanging out with those you love and burning down towns??? okay, void the town burning.

Red's design is also fairly simple: longer skirt, exposed chainmail, sleeved tunic, and a rounded collar. he has a rounder shape language (not that I paid too much attention to it, obviously) his hat curls up where the elemental stone is at. no one understands how it does this. Red thinks it's some knick knack he stored in there. UNNATURALLT WARM. like. concerningly warm. He's their magic user, preferring to use his magic rod over his sword (honestly, probably could wipe the floor with the other three if given a good magic item, but don't tell them that)(and yes im calling it a magic rod cuz it shoots fire and ice) Poor Red got the short end of the stick with poor hearing but great taste buds. He's a foodie at heart and it's obvious why. His hair is a lot fluffier and rounder than the other three, matching his soft and bubbly personality. Not a pant wearer. Obviously he has the magic rod and slingshot, but i also gave him the Bombos medallion since its an item in the FSA game. Green suggested they split the loot evenly. No. He's not allowed to use it. Yes, he's accidentally blown up a lot of things with it. That's why hes not allowed to use it. definitely a physical touch kinda love language guy. you know exactly why. impulsive spender. has quite a few burn scars from learning to use the fire rod. most of his tunics are a little singed, but he keeps some neat

ah, Green, the resident insomniac. usually that's Vio's role, but you cannot tell me this guy didn't get Link's terrible sleeping habits. he constatly looks sleep deprived in some compacity, but he's getting better! sure, it usually means someone has to hold him down until he sleeps but hey! better than nothing! his tunic matches most Links with the sleeved overtunic and collared undershirt. he uses he sword quite often, having the most finesse with the weapon out of the group. occasionally he'll bust out the boomerang. sort of the unofficial leader, keeping the group on track, but is always open to suggestions from the rest of the Colors. I gave him the Pegasus boots, since I'd assume they all don't get the loot they would've picked up along the way. His element is wind, so it felt the most fitting he had them. his hair is a little messy, and sure he sometimes has a stick in there, but he does his best to keep it combed. Despite his drowsiness, he's got sharp eyes (the best in the group, as a matter-of-fact!) Unfortunately, his sense of smell is lacking (but clearly he has it a lot better than Red does. I mean, seriously, id take hawkeyes over tasteaholic any day). Hes a little shit when playing Ispy; typically picking really tiny things and reveling in the fact no one can guess it. his elemental stone is attatched to his belt even though its a place it can get easily lost. somehow he has yet to lose it. the back problems arise from Link, mostly, though his isnt as bad as Vio's (maybe because hes not slouched over a desk half the time, but i digress) Typically level headed and focused, keeping the group moral high with Red (aka, keeping Vio and Blue's moral high because they tend to be more pessimistic) (well, Vio considers himself a realist and Blue is Blue)

since i dont consider Shadow that much of an idiot, Vio probably had to actually stab Green to make it look convincing. While the scar isn't big, there's once on his lower abdomen from the Four Sword. They didn't have any health potions, so they had to go back down the mountain to get him help. Green holds no resentment, knowing Vio did what had to be done to gain the enemies trust. the cheek scar is from the pyramid cuz there aint no way he got out of that unscathed fighting against Valenzuela. more of a words of affirmation guy, but enjoys quality time like the rest of them.

Vio is obviously their whittier member. honestly, if he were to be described in DnD stats, he'd have a high intelligence and a medium wisdom because man is this man stupid sometimes. he's not as outwardly arrogant as Blue, at least, not as loud with it. his clothes are usually wrinkled, being more focused on bookwork than much else (this pisses Blue off to no end, being the neat freak he is) despite this, his room is the definition of organized chaos. he knows where everything is, and if you move something, he will not be happy. also not a pant wearer, his tunic has a longer skirt than the others and his sleeves are a lot looser. his hair tends to droop into his eyes and somehow this has yet to get in the way. he prefers to pick off enemies from afar as the team's bowsman. amazing aim and a very steady hand. while he doesn't have as big of a magic reserve as Red, he can still use elemental arrows (probably in the same way as in WindWaker) strangely bad at math (simply because i find it amusing) and is pissed that Blue is good at is (again, because i find it amusing. it freaks Blue out) Vio is more of an acts of service kind of guy, but like everyone else enjoys quality time. especially when it's quiet quality time. impuslive spender, mostly on books. everyone else insists he uses the library, but he argues its different when you own the book. impecible hearing, cannot taste shit. it makes eating rations easier, but sadly cannot enjoy the nicer foods in life, so he tends to choose things based on texture. Got the brunt of the back pain, but makes it worse with how he sits and for how long he does. honestly has a weird complex where he thinks of himself as superior to the rest in a way, yet also manages to struggle to fit in and hates himself for it. not explicitly touch avoident, but hes not one to seek out physical affection often and tends to be one of the first to push Red off (other than Blue) his stone is pined to his bow holster since he tends to always have it on him, he wont lose it that way. the fact that the rest have theirs in such irresponsible spots upsets him. refuses to sleep until he's done something he considers productive.

last but not least: Blue! my favorite guy!! god what a prick, i hate him. his design is a lot more knightly with more chainmail and a brutish sort of look. he's intimidating alright, even at his 4'11 stature. look. hylians are short. his hair is spikey like his personality and his hat is more angular (mostly cuz he folds it everynight. theres permanent crease marks in it) ends up with the most scaring thanks to his irrisponsible sparing and little use of healing potions (yet despite this, he's the group medic) the nick in his ear was from some random enemy camp that he just ignored for a while. I never said he was a responsible medic when it came to himself. hes mean, sure, but hes trying. just a little blunt. okay, very blunt. very blunt and very angry. hear me out: mom friend. if that mom was divorced and had anger issues. he knows the others are fully capible of handling themselves, cuz if he survives, why shouldn't they? despite that, he still worries. I know that it says his left eye is blind, but he can still see some color, its just reaaal blurry. does anyone know that? only red. will he tell anyone else? not unless he has to. does he run into shit when hes not paying attention. sometimes, yeah. to top it off, he - like red - got the short stick with shit vision but a heightened sense of smell. he can smell a monster camp from up to a mile away. impressive, right? dont tell him that. this boy has a lot of injury issues, being as reckless as he is. the knee injury was from a particularly nasty moblin (possibly the same as where the eye scar came from. who knows? he wont tell) and got worse as it got ignored. look, when you're the medic, you gotta make sure everyone else is okay before you. at least, thats how Blue sees it. not to even mention the nerve damage from being frozen for god knows how long. I don't know about you, but (assuming it was a Wizrobe) being magically frozen has its side effects. so what hes a walking icepack (exaggerating, but he's cold enough outwardly that you can feel it) and so what his hair grows in a few shades lighter than everyone elses? they don't gotta know why or when or how or even that it happens. the hair dye is stashed under his bed and he will die if anyone finds out. it reeeally fucked with his magic, seeing as hes associated with the water element.. do green and vio know about any of this? nope. red was sworn (read: threatened) to silence. probably the most physically fit when split, and makes sure to take good care of his body. he likes to push himself, hence the ankle weights. always has to be doing something productive. hes their financial guy, somehow having the least impuslive spending habits. will typically only spend on necessary things. gets mad at the others for buying egregiously expensive recreational shit. (that umbrella shadow has? yeah. expensive as hell. he was not happy) the most touch avoident of the bunch. unexpectedly, blue is a gift giving guy. he gets embarassed about it when you question it, or even when hes giving it to you, but yeah. he likes giving things to people and then will throw insults at their face. not in a mean way. in a "im embarassed and you suck so shut up" way. quality time is something he enjoys as well, liking to spar with his brothers often. can easily master a lot of melee weapons, its impressive, but cannot for the life of him make anything else work. his stone was made into an earring, and despite vio's complaints, he usually knows when its missing.

[cassettemoon]

Ninja squad line up!

Notes under the cut

Lloyd's oni/dragon features are fluid! His eyes are usually, as mrsnaildood said, Spotify green but they'll turn red the more tired he is. His fingers and toes are smudged but not as dark as his dad.

Jay is completely blind in his left eye, and has a lot of Lichtenberg scars up that side of his body. He could probably lightning bend like ATLA and pass the lighting through his body instead of being the lightning rod. He and Nya have the most actual metal armor of the group! His straps are attached to like, a little backpack or something.

Kai has poor vision in the eye opposite Jay! He still has light perception and near sight, but far sight is blurry and his depth perception isn't the best. Half of his shirts have low necklines because he paid for this flat chest and he is going to make it your problem. He has burn marks up both arms. He usually has eyeliner! I forgot it! Just realized that now!

Nya has a tiny bit of sectoral heterochromia after Seabound in her left eye. Her armor and outfit lean more towards her Samarui X look than they do her water ninja look, and she's got red accents to tie in with Kai. The gold-blue helps separate her from Jay's silver-blue and is intentional.

Cole's rift mark makes his left eye green! I like heterochromia, I can't help it. His arms, legs, and chest have stretch marks, and his earth punch ability follows the lines of it. I don't have a lot of notes for Cole, he's perfect as is honestly. He's got an allergy to sleeves (finding clothes that actually fit him problems).

Zane's got some different metal colors for some fun visual design. It's just for that. His human cloak is optional like Lloyd's but it's something he actively has to do as opposed to his natural form. Subscribes to the Nindroid one tit out look. His "heart" is mostly just for aesthetic purposes, like all the other glowy bits of his skin. His hair is probably some form of like, silicone? Like stim brushes texture.

And that's all my notes! Probably

[grison-in-space]

Stupidest of stupid questions: So humans are trichromatic, right? We basically have RGB eyes. How inefficient would it be to have CMYK eyes? Is it even possible?

You could absolutely do CMY eyes, but the K (being black) is a little more difficult because black isn't a wavelength of light so much as the absence of light. I suppose you could call the K your rods, which are best used in low light and convey things like "shadows" and "movement" particularly effectively. As a human, the most sensitive part of your retina, the part you're using when you directly look at things, is called the fovea. It is PACKED with cones, which are good for color and also tight spatial resolution; rods are found outside along the periphery of both the retinal and visual field. So we're just going to set the K aside now and think about those cones.

Honestly, tetrachromat eyes are technically pretty easy to achieve: all you need is four versions of cone-rhodopsin genes getting translated into different kinds of cone-rhodopsin cells in your retina. Old World primates evolved our trichromat eyes from dichromat mammalian ancestors exactly this way: with a gene duplication in one core cone-rhodopsin gene that allowed one of the copies to accumulate mutations until a sufficiently divergent copy fixed in the population.

So to have CMY eyes, you'd need three cone-rhodopsins with different wavelength sensitivities: one that is most sensitive to cerulean, one most sensitive to maroon, and one most sensitive to yellow. You might or might not have better color resolution than a regular old RGB human, though: color resolution is partly a function of the sensory information hitting your retinas, but it's also partly a function of how much brain space you dedicate to processing that information.

I mentioned my blind cat Arthur the other day--here's a photo:

Arthur is what we call cortically blind. As a kitten, he had an intact pupillary reflex and could probably see light vs dark, but he also had severe nystagmus, so his pupils jittered uncontrollably all the time and he probably didn't get a whole lot of useful visual input. Without the visual experience of seeing things and learning how to organize and process visual information, his brain as he developed went "you know what? fuck this" and stopped dedicating any processing power to whatever visual input he was getting.

Basically, he lost visual acuity because the information he was able to pipe to his brain was fragmented and poor-quality enough that his brain stopped bothering to process it. If I pulled his current eyeballs out and magically hooked up new totally functional ones, he wouldn't be able to do anything with them: his brain has given up sorting out the information.

So the question of whether theoretical CMY humans could distinguish colors better than RGB humans is driven by two things: one, whether having two highly-overlapping cones helps you distinguish between slightly variant light types better than very different cones, and two, whether we're extending the total visual range by moving the cones at the external ends of the range (B and R) farther apart. Overlapping but unique sensory information can be really helpful for localizing and distinguishing similar-but-not-identical inputs--that's one of the reasons owls are good at localizing quiet noises, actually, their ears are wildly asymmetrical and they can computer where a noise is made based on how loudly it can be heard with each ear, especially if the owl is on the move as it listens. Like the Doppler effect, but faster with a lot more processing power on it.

I have no idea which would be more effective, but it's a fun thing to think about!

[oakparchment]

If Yeji wants it, she'll have it.

Yeji x Lia, Yeji x Ryujin, Yeji x Chaeryeong, Yeji x Yuna

Length: 855 words

Tags: g!p Yeji, dom Yeji, futa, free-use, CNC, food sex, phone sex, somnophilia, watersports (golden shower), cock warming

Summary: All the other Itzy members are free-use sex toys for Yeji's horny desires.

AO3

A/N: This is basically a bunch of different kinks condensed into short stories for each Yeji pairing (because when it comes to writing long pieces I lose focus and rarely end up finishing them). If you read through all those tags and decide to continue reading because you're into all of that then congrats, you are one kinky individual.

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If Yeji wants it, she'll have it. Lia in the kitchen cooking? Better hope nothing's currently on the stove cause the older girl will bend her over the counter, grinding her dick into Lia's still clothed mound. At first Lia will complain about how its unsanitary and say ridiculous things like "the kitchen is where you prepare things that go in your mouth, not your other holes", but Yeji knows its all talk when she can feel the wetness seeping through her roommates panties.

After a few minutes of fucking her into the kitchen counter, Yeji notices the array of vegetables yet to be prepared. "Pick up that cucumber and fuck your mouth with it, I know you like having both your holes filled at the same time". Lia does as she's told. With one hand holding herself up, she uses the other to suck off the green rod, timing it so that Yeji's hard thrusts matches when she shoves it down her mouth. This continues until Yeji has her fill, finishing inside Lia's creamy pussy. She's not completely inconsiderate, making sure to pull the girl's panties and leggings back up to help prevent leakage whilst she finishes cooking.

Ryujin's in the middle of a phone call? Yeji uses the girl's free hand to palm her own cock through her shorts, letting Ryu know what she wants. With a devilish grin, the younger girl looks up to her leader, feeling her bulge grow as she rubs the outline. Yeji pauses these ministrations to pull her pants off, her cock springing free. "Stroke it for me" she mouths silently, as if Ryujin didn't plan on doing that already.

Ryu distractedly continues with her conversation. Who was she even on the phone with? Honestly it didn't matter to Yeji. All she cared about was the feeling of Ryujin's hand wrapped around her cock, pumping up and down at a rapid pace. Both girls helped contribute spit to the handjob. Ryujin when she was on the listening end of her phone call, and Yeji when she felt it could be a little sloppier. When Ryujin notices the older girls balls tighten and sees her eyelids start to flutter, she directs her cock towards her own chest, letting Yeji nut all over her tits. Satisfied, Yeji then walks away leaving Ryujin sitting there like a used sex toy. She hurriedly finds an excuse to end the phone call, and runs to the bathroom to use Yeji's cum as lube to stroke herself off.

Chareyeong asleep in the middle of the night? Well Yeji's having a hard time falling asleep after seeing Chae's ass imprint through the blanket. Two layers get peeled to the side: firstly the blanket, secondly the sleeping girl's cute panties. Yeji groans at the sight of Chaeryeong's juicy peach, straddling it from on top. Growing impatient, she lines up her cock and pushes deep. The poor girl abruptly wakes up to the feeling of getting her cheeks clapped. Moaning into her pillow, she takes it like a good little slut.

Yeji continues giving her backshots, railing Chae's pussy until the pleasure surges over. Without slowing down, she pumps the younger girl full of cum, feeling those walls tightening around her cock simultaenously. Still sheathed inside, Yeji rolls the girl over so that they're both laying on their sides. "I'm not gonna pull out okay? Keep my cock warm while we sleep" she says as she pulls Chaeryeong in to cuddle her closer.

Yuna trying to take a leak? Yeji will barge in, lock the door behind them and stand next to poor Yuna sitting on the toilet. "Can't it wait Unnie? I really have to go...". Yeji pulls her dick out and slaps Yuna in the face with it. "I'm not stopping you from going, so go" she says, before shoving it in Yuna's hot mouth. Desperate to empty her bladder, Yuna does as she's told and starts pissing, the warm stream splashing out of her pussy as her leader fucks her in the mouth.

Long after Yuna finishes pissing, Yeji finishes in a different way, pulling out of that wet mouth and jerking herself off over Yuna's entire body, making sure spurts of cum land on Yuna's face (who sticks her tongue out like a good girl), her perky tits, and her belly. "Don't move, I've needed to go this whole time too" and with that, Yeji takes a step back and starts pissing on her maknae. Aiming at her face, she splashes Yuna with her warmth, making her way down to her tits and eventually to her clit. All of Yeji's cum and piss runs down the length of Yuna's body, trailing off her pussy down into the toilet below.

Lucky the shower is just a few feet away... Yeji instructs the girl (dripping with her fluids) to hop in the shower with her to clean up. Hot water runs, steam fills the room, and as expected, seeing Yuna's soapy lithe body makes the leader hard again. You already know what happens next. She's Hwang Yeji, and if she wants it, she'll have it.

A/N:Btw this is the first smut that I've ever posted, it's sloppy (heh) but I have a lot partially finished (both short-form stuff like this but also more cohesive actual pieces) in the backrooms aka my notepad so if I'm feeling productive in a degenerate kind of way then those works will eventually see the light of day.

[violentkisses999]

cw: extreme vampirism, blood loss and lust, sexual tension, dubcon, death

vampire reader with an unsuspecting human wanda, that would explain how you had managed to get her backed against the bathroom counter of the ladies' restroom. the fresh blood seeping out of the scratch on her forehead to blame for your one track mind.

you couldn't lie, even before that fight broke out at the bar, she had caught your attention. throughout the night, you could feel yourself getting lost in the auburn red wisps of her mane. you couldn't help but admire as she babysat the same honey gold glass of mead.

occasionally, she'd make small talk with the bartender. though, for the most of it, she peacefully nodded her head to the pounding rhythm of the booming music.

when the physical discourse broke out, you had honestly found it amusing. the drunken women were shameless as they threw their own heels, snatched any locks of hair they could grip, and broke each other's skin.

however, when the metallic odor of sweet crimson hijacked your senses, your previous attraction to the lonely woman only heightened. as your admiree held her head in pain, the liquid in your glass rippled as your hand began to tremble. how she had gotten caught in the cross fire was a mystery to you.

you could imagine red fumes hot on her trail as your little dove fled to the restrooms. your gaping pupils were locked onto her until her figure disappeared behind the heavy swinging door. it'd been about a year since you'd felt a beating in your chest quite as prominent as this one. your head was swarmed with restraint, and your emotions blended into one abominable urge. your fingers wrung tighter around your nearly empty glass.

the binary question was served clearly: will you evade through the nearest exit that exposed you to the open world, or invade the four walls that protected the alluring beauty from your selfish bloodlust?

suddenly, your sensitive ears caught wind of distant whining. the poor thing must be trying to cleanse the open wound. maybe that was the straw that broke the camel's back, along with the feeble glass that was now left in ragged shards pulling cold blood from your own flesh.

however, this didn't hender you from running a bloodied thumb over her wound. she physically flinched and drew in a harsh breath. in the moment, you could only focus on how your bloods danced in the flickering artificial light. your's: dark and tainted. her's: innocent and bright.

you stalked closer to her, eliminating distance between the two of you. the tip of your nose grazed down the bridge of her's. softly, her face tensed into an adorable scrunch. you wanted to take her then and there. you needed to selfishly corrupt her in every way.

still, you took your time. for some sick and twisted reason, you wanted her to flee. you wanted to see her go running for her life. perhaps, you enjoyed the hunt more than you should. who could blame you, it's the best part?

wanda, on the other hand, was becoming impatient. your nimble fingers felt like rods of ice as they scooped up her plush thighs. she was effortlessly lifted onto the sink. why were you so cold? your cool breath sent goosebumps down the centre of her back as your lips settled on the valley of her neck.

your sly fingers snuck under the skirt of her burgundy mini dress, halting when they grazed over a thin piece of lace. her hips bucked needily, and the grin etching onto your features was downright malicious.

again, you lifted her with great ease. she gasped and wrapped her legs around your waist as you carried her into the stall the furthest from the entrance. you sandwiched her body between yourself and the wall, your nose still buried in the crease of her neck.

you had to refrain from tearing her slutty little dress to pieces. instead, you simply bunched it around her hips. slowly, you began to rut your belt buckle against her sodden panties. meanwhile, you probed at the throbbing heartbeat underneath wanda's skin, your blossoming fangs scratching over the bulging veins.

you could feel wanda's heels digging into your bottom as her hips met yours halfway. it's when her airy pants convert into thick moans as she fucked herself on your pelvis, you become practically feral.

what a beautiful sound. you wanted more.

her skin tasted so sweet. you needed more.

you couldn't stop your hand when it muffled her moans, not even when you both heard the squelch of blood as it dripped over the hill of her chin.

oops. you must've forgotten that you had slashed your hand open earlier. though the cut healed long ago, your cold blood still remained.

the heavy heartbeat in wanda's core conflicted with the terror she felt beating in her chest as your metallic blood seeped between her lips. being forced fed blood was the last thing wanda was expecting when you approached her.

her moans were chopped into ragged breaths as she attempted to push you away. it was like clawing at a brick wall. you were so lost in her scent, her sharp heels digging into your calfs did nothing to throw off your steady balance.

without thinking, she stretched her jaw to open her mouth. her cries for help were muffled by your hand. though they wouldn't need to be for long. as soon as her lips were unsealed, your dark blood leaked from your hand onto the tip of her tongue. in that moment, her kicking and pushing ceased, her vision blurring.

at the same time, your honed fangs pierced the thick layers of wanda's flesh. she didn't kick or scream. surprisingly, her head rested against yours and her eyelashes began to flutter.

suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your palm. did wanda just... bite you? though her dull human teeth struggled, she gnawed at your flesh until you bled. you had heard that vampire blood could be compelling, but you had never witnessed the power of your own at work.

she sucked and licked until your skin began to heal itself. then, she'd just tear into your flesh again. your nonverbal dance of blood lust intensified as you drained her neck. she groaned into your hand at the feeling. wanda tasted so sweet on your tongue. she was sinless and unmarred: a true artifact of nature.

you wouldn't dare complain. your little dove- so willing to give and so naively desperate to take. her grip around your wrist felt like a shackle of possession. she hadn't planned on stopping. so, you can imagine how disappointed she was when you pulled away from her neck. your darkened eyes observe her features as they shrunk into a disheartened pout.

you marveled at how easy it was to corrupt such a pure entity. wanda's downturned lips were smeared with your blood. a vast percentage of her eyeballs were dominated by her pupils. you could tell that her head was anything but lucid as she struggled to make eye contact with you.

after a moment of silence, wanda tilted her head forward, her lips ready to connect with yours. though before she could make it to you, your hand collared her sore neck and guided her back against the wall.

her lips pursed as you drew in closer to her. you could almost chuckle at how reactive she was. she begrudgingly sighed as your lips passed her's and stopped when they were next to her ear. her hands began to roam your arms, clutching at the thick fabric of your sweater. she couldn't help but want to be underneath your skin. her nose burying itself in the side of your face.

your free arm snaked around her back, pulling her closer to you. your tone was almost sinister when you whispered, "rest well, my little dove."

before wanda could question your command, a cruel snap cut through the silence around you two. her body immediately fell limp in your arms. her breathing ceased as the color slowly drained from her face. you had no struggle lifting her into a bridal hold and resting her head against your chest.

you couldn't help but admire her lifeless features. soon, they'll be reanimated- probably furiously glaring at you. you'd apologize for corrupting your little dove, but you'd never really regret it. wether sooner or later, she'll learn to accept the undying bond between the two of you.

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[cozzzynook]

So a little Cyberverse scenario

Sometimes whenever Hotrod or Optimus go and to check on Starscream in his cell, they smell a faint odor that's almost similar to Bee... too similar

And when they see Bumblebee start becoming a bit sluggish and refusing to eat his favorite food

Hotrod is going to have to restrain Optimus from having a little "chat" with the seeker

Honestly Hot rod does his job until Starscream says the wrong thing and lets Optimus go and joins him.

Poor Bee.

He might not have a sire anymore lol jk jk i like this idea

[i-rate-horse-games]

rating Horse Life on Roblox

i made a roblox account just to play this game, and i’m glad i did. this game is what Horse Isle 3 wishes it was.

gameplay: horse breeding!!! FAST horse breeding!! not limitless, but not paywalled! there are in-app purchases, but i barely noticed them the whole time i was playing. there’s little quests to complete in order to unlock the ability to tame cooler horse-like species, and while doing them you get a better feel of what the game is all about. there’s tons of coat variation, size variation, and there’s always the chance for spontaneous mutations to show up and grant your horse 10% extra speed, jumping ability, wings!? wings that have different levels to them, and at which level 3 allows you to fully fly around the map? the coat variations don’t seem to have to do with genetics, which is a little annoying when you breed a black and white horse with an Orange horse and you get a poor foal that looks like a moldy jack-o-lantern got trampled into mush. there’s a cosmetic challenge, where you try to breed a horse that matches the one on display, which i feel like is a challenge some of you guys would love!

you can catch horses two ways, by lassoing it on horseback or by feeding it by hand, which presents you with a fun little minigame sorta like that locks task in among us that most people don’t like but that i love because i got rhythm muahahah. you can breed any two horses together, even horses that are different species, although the offspring will always be just one species and fertile. after you breed two horses together, your mare will only be pregnant for about four and a half hours, which you can just completely skip for free by feeding them whatever food you foraged while training your horse’s strength stats! and then you can just. Keep Going until you run out of food or stable space. and you can upgrade stable space and inventory space just by playing the game, for free! love that!

also, you can play as the horse, which makes for some funny interactions. i just tried to tame a horse who i think was a person because i couldn’t feed them and they kept shaking their head at me. but . i’m also not SURE that it wasn’t a wild horse. it was acting perfectly like a wild horse. oh man. no i think that was just a normal horse. but what if

between catching wild horses, breeding your own, and training them to raise foals into adults or just make your favorite mount even tougher, this game has a lot to offer! there’s a few NPCs to talk to every day to level up their bond, there’s giant statues and ruins that allude to a mysterious past, and there’s even a centaur ominously standing on the edge of the map, gazing out over the ocean. and the game isn’t even finished! recently it got an update that allows you to fish for kelpies (water horsies) with a fishing rod, making them slightly easier to find. there are a few buildings in town that have almost nothing in them but are clearly intended to be a saloon and a jail, so i’m interested in seeing where that goes! i’m also curious if they will ever fix the fact that if you walk into the ocean you just instantly plummet through the world & teleport back to town, or if you’re lucky (like mee) you’ll respawn underneath town on the secret Second Floor, which you can then fall from and get stuck in an unceasing loop, watching your home slip away from under your feet, your poor horse falling after you, over and over and over again. that’s just part of the magic, honestly, no complaints there. it was fun. i’ll do it again.

also while i was playing, they launched an update that adds horse races! it's a fun little mariokart-ish loop that lets you lap your opponents, and winning gives you fun prizes! they called me the horse king in college

one small thing is that the in-game not-paid currency is in these horseshoe coins, but in the shop if something costs more than 1,000 coins, they’ll abbreviate it as… 1.5k $ .   dollar sign. that’s a little odd, but alright. when i was a kid I had an ipad for exactly 1 night before i accidentally spent $50 of my parent’s real money to unlock giraffes in a zoo game. i remember hesitating at the sudden shift from in-game coins to dollar signs, then thinking “surely this isn’t real money! nobody would spend fifty real dollars to buy giraffes in a zoo game!” and then i clicked it and got in trouble lol

playerbase: chat tends to stay pretty quiet, except for when two players who are already friends come online and use the global chat like their own dms. i saw many references to playing while in the car & someone bragging about staying all the way up until 10pm so safe to say most of these people are ipad kids. i was impressed with the amount of organization before one of the spirit totem summonings, an hourly event where players work together to win goodies. 

they were shouting out directions to new players, suggesting which lassos to use, reminding everyone to turn off the Show Player Horses setting so that we wouldn’t lag and disconnect in the middle of the fight. when i neighed in the chat eventually people started neighing back. i only saw one person being slightly annoying and it was just kinda funny. there is a chat filter but i can’t tell if there’s any active moderation or anything. you do have the ability to report players, and that goes through Roblox, not the horse game, so that’s probably good. Internet Safety! also if you look up questions about the game most of what comes up are tiktok videos which is a first for me lol

graphics: pretty! low-polyish so it loads nicely but colorful and feels right for the setting. there’s just the right amount of Stuff in the world for it to feel filled but not crowded. whenever the day/night cycle or weather changes, the whole world quickly switches lighting effects, but not all at once. it sorta rolls over the map. but things that are far away look bluer! nice touch. love it

music: a very short loop that got old fast, but it lets you turn off just the music in settings and still keep the lovely ambiance! i always really appreciate this setting. i wish splatoon 3 would let me do this. i play that game so much i have every battle track seared into my memory. but this isn’t really a part of rating a game lol i just like to mention it in case a game has really great music that i can add to my Horsey Time playlist. what the game does have is ambient bird noises which i LOVE. that’s a W from me

all things considered, i’m rating horse life on roblox FIVE OUT OF FIVE STARS!

★★★★★

this is the first 5/5 horse game i’ve rated!! that puts it above alicia online which is kinda funny.

here’s me with the largest and smallest horses i’ve bred so far!

side notes: why does roblox stop me from naming my player character “butch” but not “butchy”? no one else can see what i named it, it’s just so i can quick change faster. also, that means that their filter doesn’t search for words inside words, which isn’t a great system. also, butch is also a name? also, what’s wrong with butch? i did try playing this on my old 5th generation ipad to try and get the Roblox Kid experience, but my ipad wasn’t strong enough. it got a memory full warning before it crashed and felt concerningly warm, which it’s never done before, so that’s neat!

[galvanizedfriend]

KC Wip Wednesday

This is my humble contribution to WIP Wednesday! It's a scene from the rewriting of TVD S5 - Yokan's version. In it, The Originals never happens, most of the Mikaelsons remain in Mystic Falls and Klaus and Caroline are kind of a thing, but nobody knows (for sure). Remember that moment where Katherine locks herself up in a safe with Stefan to "cure" his PTSD? It's that, except it's Klaus, not Katherine. This alludes to a very Klefan past, btw. Be warned if you're not a fan.

Also, this is for @definedareasofuncertainty, who wanted me to write her Easter Klefan. 🤧 There you go, friend! And you know, not beta'ed and all that.

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Klaus lies on his back, takes a calm breath as the heavy door is closed with a thud, engulfing them in absolute darkness. All in all, he'd say a metal box is hardly the most uncomfortable setting he's found himself in. He prefers the comfort of first-class accommodations, but he's traveled in worse. The grown man beating about beside him does make things rather unpleasant, though.

"Stop! Caroline! Get me out of here!" Stefan screams, smashing his fists against the iron safe's indestructible structure. The more desperate he gets, the more uncoordinated and weaker his movements become, thus making the effort completely useless, however accomplished in making the experience all the more miserable for him.

It's embarrassing how incapable Klaus is of saying no to Caroline whenever she asks for a favor. Locking himself up in a box with a traumatized Stefan has to be an all-time low. The things he won't do when she bats her eyelashes and says please.

"Oh, stop it," he remarks in a bored tone as he shoves Stefan aside. The old safe is rather spacious, but definitely not enough to comport two men, particularly if one of them won't stop bloody writhing like a worm in hot sand. "The more you scream, the more breathless you become." The more I want to tear your vocal cords to shreds.

"Get me out of here, Klaus, get me the fuck out of here!"

"Relax, Stefan. I'm here to help," he says. "I'm what you would call a greater agony to alleviate the smaller pain you feel being trapped inside the box. It's reverse psychology, or so Caroline read in a book. What do you think of a little werewolf venom high to speed up the process?"

"You're psychotic. You're fucking insane!" Stefan starts pounding on the box again. "Caroline! Caroline, open up! Open it now!"

"I'm sorry, Stefan!" comes her muffled apology. Even through the metal barrier she sounds thick with guilt. It was her idea, but already she's cracking. That bleeding heart of hers… "I'm sorry, I will -"

"Do not touch that box, Caroline," he commands with his full authority. "Leave it."

There's a long pause, the sound of Stefan's heart hammering away inside his chest in the box as they wait to see what she'll do. A beat goes by before she mumbles a final sorry and scurries away, likely to avoid the temptation of putting poor Stefan out of his misery.

Klaus' lips pull into a grin. "Good girl."

Stefan starts shaking beside him, his breath becoming even more labored. "I can't breathe," he gasps. "I can't - I can't -"

"You don't need to breathe, Stefan. It's all in your head," Klaus reminds him pointedly. "A vampire having a panic attack, honestly. When you think you've seen everything…"

"You're not fucking helping!"

"Pardon me. My bedside manners have gone a little rusty since the last time you've experienced them." Klaus casts Stefan a glance, sees the way his eyes widen in horror, his body growing stiff as a rod, and he can't contain the self-satisfied smile that draws across his lips. "We did once find comfort in each other's company, didn't we?" Stefan makes another panicked sound, smoothing his hands across the cold metal door above them, trying to find a way out. Klaus chuckles. "Don't worry, mate. Caroline can't hear us. Your sordid little secret is safe with me. It's just us here, alone under the cover of darkness. Nothing we haven't done a dozen times in the past. Ahh, the 20s…" he speaks around a dramatic sigh. "It was the roaring years, indeed."

"What are you doing?"

"Making conversation."

"I don't want to talk to you, I especially don't want to talk about that." Stefan nearly chokes on the last word, inching as far away from Klaus as the confined space will allow, as though the mere idea of touching him fills him with utter revulsion. Klaus knows better; it's the way he remembers exactly how it didn't what terrifies him.

Anybody who's met this watered down, colorless version of Stefan would never be able to tell how much of a free spirit he used to be. He was fun. A far cry from the shivering man beside him now. Tragic, really.

"I know you like to pretend it never happened. Frankly, you've become quite an embarrassment of your former self, so I wouldn't proudly advertise it either. This bunny-eating, crying in the dark skin you're wearing these days is someone is wouldn't be caught fraternizing with if you were the last human being on earth."

"Then leave me the fuck alone already."

"Don't flatter yourself. I'm not here for you," he snaps back. And then, putting a leash on his rising temper, he continues, "But since I have to be… I can recognize that there was something about that time we had together that suited us both, more than just for the obvious reasons."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure you do. I was a tool for you."

"A tool for self-destruction."

Klaus huffs out a disdainful breath. "I was a balm to your tortured soul, Stefan, even at a time when you embraced your true self. I indulged you because you amused me, but at the end of the day, when we were together, it was all rather transactional. It wasn't about sentimentality or a shared appreciation for extravagance. It was about the hollow inside us. The fact we were always desperately seeking to fill it with… Anything, really. Whatever we could find. Passions. Pleasure. Violence. Cravings. But it never lasted, did it? Those things lack a purpose. They're all flitting in their essence, an immense explosion of satisfaction followed by… Nothing. We were both hungry, and we kept trying to find the thing that would sate us. You had lost your mind; I had lost my home. Like drawn to like." Klaus turns his face to Stefan, finds him staring back, eyes glinting with an emotion he can't quite read in the gloom. He always did fancy Stefan's eyes, though. There is something raw about them, something honest for a change. A little opening to the truth in his soul he tries so hard to hide from the outside world. "That's what the darkness is, Stefan," he continues. "Loneliness. It's what restrains us. The monster we cannot outrun. When it all stops - the laughter, the liquor, the hunger - and everything goes quiet around us, that's when we feel it. The curse of eternity. The weight of our years, deep in our bones. And the inevitable loneliness that comes with it. You had your names on the wall, I had my letters, but when all was said and done… We were both stuck in infinite darkness. Except for a few glorious stolen moments, in that repulsive room of yours." The corner of his mouth pulls up into a lopsided smile. "I was the bigger monster you needed in order to humanize yourself. Whatever you were, I was worse, and so I assuaged your guilt. Much like me being here right now. But then of course you found religion!" He laughs, closing his eyes and facing forward once more. "Your spiritual path towards the light. Elena Gilbert." He enunciates the name like it's coated in something toxic. His general distaste for Elena goes further than the fact she has thwarted so many of his plans. It's the boring saint act he cannot get over.

"Yes," Stefan says, his voice rough. "And then I lost her."

"Right. Because she chose your brother." Klaus chuckles. Stefan shifts uncomfortably beside him, the urge to hit him palpable in the air. It only spurs Klaus on. "How so very tacky. No taste, that one. Personally, I think there's no amount of blue eyes or good sex that can make Damon tolerable. What a wanker. I just want to bash his face against a wall whenever he opens his mouth."

Stefan scoffs. "Get in line."

"It's ironic, isn't it? You were at your absolute best behavior, weeding out all of your instincts, everything that made you fun and interesting in order to fashion yourself into a fairy tale prince for her, and what does she do? She chooses the dullard bad boy. Typical." Klaus shakes his head. "Ungrateful little -"

"Shut up."

"Martyr," he finishes with a smirk. "She probably thinks she's going to fix him, doesn't she? I bet he encourages it. But that's the difference between you and Damon, isn't it? Even with all your valiant efforts, you know creatures like us cannot be fixed. We're beyond salvation."

He gets a sudden twinge in his chest, an image flashing in his mind. A smile as bright as the sun. Hair the color of wheat. He sees her shifting under his sheets, feels the warmth of her touch, the brush of her rosy lips against his skin. It ignites a sense of joy inside him unlike anything else, a sense of possession, of belonging, of having found something that is far more precious or rare than any of the hundreds of treasures he's collected over the course of his life. But along with it comes the ever-present fear. Of loss. How long before he ruins her, like he's ruined everything else he's ever cherished? How long before he hurts her, even if he doesn't mean to? Before his darkness tarnishes her and kills that smile? Before she decides he's not worth it?

"How do you make yourself worthy?" he asks, the question tumbling out of his as though of their own accord. "How do you earn the affections of someone so…"

"Good?" Stefan finishes for him, reading his thoughts. "With sunshine and rainbows shining out of their eyes? Someone like, say… Caroline?" Klaus goes quiet, all his humor bleeding out of him in a second. "You don't," Stefan answers his own question. "You'll never be good enough for her, Klaus. Just like I was never good enough for Elena. Not really. The truth is they deserve much better than the two of us." He sighs, deflating with resignation next to Klaus. "I guess we did make quite a pair, you and I."

"Then perhaps we should die together," he says with an edge of aggression, his mood taking a sudden downturn. He's suddenly irritated. With Stefan, with this ridiculous situation, with himself for agreeing to that. "You and I, in a box, at the bottom of a quarry. Over and over again, drowning in suffering for all our sins and the women we don't deserve. How about that?" Silence stretches out between them, absolute. There's no response from Stefan, but there's also no pounding pulse, no disgruntled breaths. "Oh, look," he says dispassionately. "Someone's not having a panic attack anymore. Congratulations. You've conquered your fears. All you had to do was remember there are worse things than dying."

Klaus gives one violent kick on the door, sending it flying off its hinges. He pushes himself up, stepping out of the safe.

Caroline comes whooshing in, eyes wide as she takes in the state of the safe, the way Stefan is still down, cowering from the sudden burst of luminosity.

"What did you do to him?" she demands.

Klaus' mouth inches upward into the barest hint of a grin, no mirth whatsoever. "I fixed him."

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Stress Release | IDW Rodimus x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1100+

Warnings: Smut ( desk and rough interfacing ), dom reader, sub Rodimus, control play, mummy kink and licking. NSFW 18+.

Notes: This went completely different to what I had planned from the start but I'm honestly very happy how it turned out. First attempt in writing Hot Rod/Rodimus. I love that flame boy! Also taking notice I've been managing to keep my requests within 1k, for now at least. Enjoy this hot stuff. 🥰

☕ Coffee

"Desk. Now."

Rodimus had barged into your office so suddenly, barking the order so bluntly that it made you snort a giggle. He's horny. Your conjunx is always damn horny in the weirdest of times, you find it quite adorable.

"Why?" You choose to tease as you keep your focus on the data pad in your servos, pretending you didn't notice what the fuss was all about.

"You're kidding, right?" His wounded expression almost makes you cave, but not quite. "Look at me! I'm all heated up and it's bothering me. I need to frag, like right now. Magnus has been up my aft all day!" You have to cover your mouth to stop yourself from bursting out laughing from his poor choice of words. "Not like that! Come on! Just a quick frag, that's all I need."

"Is fragging all I'm good for?" You set the data pad aside and lean back in your chair, leg crossing over the other on top of your thigh as you gave a lingering intense stare at him.

His shoulders slump down, defeated and letting out a heavy vent. "N-no, no, of course not, you're so much more than that. Please I just....please?" You could hear him beg all day.

Standing up you slowly make your way around the table and sit on top of it. Rodimus smiles like a giddy sparkling and skips over to you, though you stop him with the end of your pede, sly smile on your face.

"Easy now cowboy. Mama would like an apology."

"For what? What did I do?"

"You were very rude just then, demanding me to get on the desk like a spoilt brat. Mama doesn't like it when you get all bossy." Your voice was like silk, smooth and tender, yet also very controlling that latches onto him in a vise grip. Rodimus knows what you're doing.

"Really? We're doing this now? Thought that game was only for inside our quarters."

"What's wrong? Afraid for anyone to see just how you fall apart under your mama? Besides, you love it, me being bossy. You can't help yourself."

Gently you rub his heated panel with your pede, earning a startled whimper from him, causing you to smirk softly from his falling apart reaction just by a simple rub. The guy had zero self control over himself sometimes.

When he doesn't say anything, you add on. "Now, are you going to behave?" Though you do enjoy him playing the spoilt brat, you were pretty eager for a good hard frag as well. You just need to teach him some manners first.

"Yes...mama." Rodimus meets your gaze, optics fuzzy and cheek plating heated with a pink hue, giving him such a soft cuteness.

"Good boy."

Moving your pede you move it up against his chassis and rest it in a good flexible position under his chin. One thing he loves about you is just how well you can flex and bend yourself.

"Lick. Apologise to your mama."

Rodimus always wants to please you, and he never fails. Leaning down, he drags his warm glossa against your pede, kissing and licking the area at your command, sliding his glossa over your wheel and making it swivel a little. You smile, giddy with pride, loving the sight of him wanting to keep you happy.

"I'm sorry, mama." He whispers, soft baby blue optics moving up to look at you in the most innocent and cutest way.

"You're forgiven, darling." You move your pede off and sit back down, thighs parted with panel cover retracted and revealing your already soaking valve. "Now, you're after some stress release?"

"Yes, please." He vented heavily, the sight of you almost makes him overload right there standing. "Please mama, I'm begging you."

"Since you asked so nicely." You purr out in delight before taking hold of his waist with both your pedes, tugging him closer against you and grinding yourself against his hot covering. "Come on big boy, fill your mama. Don't hold back."

His broad, goofy smile is something you'll always lust after. You watch as his panel retracts and his throbbing spike bobs out, intensely hot and screaming for action. He doesn't hold back and spreads your thighs even wider, pressing himself against you as you keep yourself on the desk, right before he bluntly thrusts his thick length into your waiting and eager valve.

The desk shakes as he impales you firmly without holding back, just as you commanded. There's no pause and he sets a rough pace, thrusting his cable into you through an intense rut that is boiling through him.

Tightening your thighs, you hold on while letting out rowdy moans that fill the room, mixing in with his rigid grunts and hitched vents. You feel every bumpy ridge running across your channel, pulsing wildly like a rapid fire, sending bursts and sparks up through your entire frame.

"So good! Roddy, oh frag!"

"Oh mama, fragging good mama!"

In the room, you both always got creative, to keep things spicy between you both and the thrill to keep on rolling. You loved him, so much. He deserved the best and you're happy to provide that however possible.

His servos hold firmly at your waist as he drags you back against him with each thrust delivered, your flooding lubricants pooling against the rocking desk and dripping down onto the floor between his thrusts, fragging you thoroughly, and grinding his pelvic plating against your sensitive node.

He buries his face against your neck, dentas nibbling against your neck cables and holding you close as you embrace his roaring heat, thighs clenching tightly as your valve does too, sucking him whole.

Rodimus has been fighting with himself and holding back for as long as possible, until he simply couldn't control it anymore.

"Mama...mama!" He chants, hips rutting firmly against you before overloading, his thrusts still present to make sure you overload yourself, which proved to be easier as you don't keep yourself lingering behind and let out a thundering mewl and clinging onto him.

Your overoad bursts out heavily, your hips still grinding against him as you ride it out as you both let your cooling fans kick in and vent through the intense frag you just had.

His spike remains inside, twitching madly, making you whimper through your desire and reach your servo up to caress his cheek plating. "You're so big Roddy, filling mama so much with your fluids. I think you'll spark me for sure this time."

The talk about sparklings has happened, but with different wars happening, it wasn't the best time to raise one. Though that doesn't slow either of you down from fragging. Anything could happen.

"Oh darling, I fragging love you so much!" Rodimus praises his worshipping over you before taking your face under his servos and kissing you passionately, devouring your lips and coiling his glossa with your own with an intense greed.

Moving away together you let out a silky giggle and nuzzle your face into his neck, embracing the hot mech you call your conjunx endura as you feel his spike nest comfortably inside you.

"I love you too, Roddy, my handosme hot flame."

[dragonbma]

Miscellaneous Sky City folk (mainly Reginald and Milo) rambles because I can:

Being the head guard, Captain Reginald’s main priorities are tending to Benedict and Isa. What time he doesn’t spend with them, he’s usually at the jail making sure order is maintained and prisoners are well-kept. Because of this, he doesn’t spend much time outside with the residents of Sky City like the other guards do.

Being so close with Benedict, Reginald understands how crucial every little resource is. In his eyes, the worst crime (aside from harming the Eversource) is to purposely throw something into the void.

Reginald first met Milo when he was imprisoned for “egregious wasting of resources.” The captain was appalled to hear someone had dropped a block over the edge, but upon overhearing a conversation between Milo and another cellmate, he quickly learned it was an accident and felt bad for the poor man lamenting the loss of his garden. He did attempt to convince Isa to let Milo out, explaining things as a misunderstanding. However, Isa declined, stating that if she bent the rules for one person, she’d have to bend them for everyone. Although she did entrust a dirt block with Reginald to plant near Milo’s inn to replace the one he lost. :]

Time in the cell made Milo bitter. Before that, the innkeeper always been an upstanding citizen. He felt betrayed that his little mistake had not been seen as an accident considering he had no previous record of troublemaking. (Unless you count advocating for a less strict system of resource distribution troublemaking.) Chatting with Reginald was one of the only things that kept him sane in the dungeon. Milo often asked how his inn was faring without him and had occasional questions about the Eversource. I don’t have a good idea of how long he was imprisoned, but he does describe it as “a very, very long time” so I’m lead to believe a few years at least. (Maybe 5-10 or 15 at most?)

WOW WHERE HAVE I HEARD THAT BEFORE?

JOKING. I highly doubt he was in the cell for 30-40 years.

Ok sorry back to the rant. When he was finally released, Milo was overjoyed to find a dirt block with a small flower waiting for him outside the inn. He assumed one of his friends requested it for him.

The punishment for discarding resources over the edge is not only time in jail, but also having your requests for more resources revoked. This ensures that no one maliciously continues wasting materials. This is also a major reason Milo started Build Club: the law no longer allowed his requests for resources to be granted. :[

Build Club spawned out of Milo’s idea of a better world where he and his comrades had the freedom to create whatever they wanted with no regulations. It started with him rambling about his ideas to those who stayed in the inn and to his surprise, his beliefs were shared among many of them. Eventually his friends opted to save their requested resources to create the hideaway that would harbor the rebellion. Milo also had suspicions that land existed beneath the city, but Isa forbade him from trying to test his theory as it was dangerous and would likely result in loss of resources if he didn’t get himself killed first.

Guards seem unphased by outsiders which leads me to believe that people do occasionally enter Sky City, but probably use ender pearls to travel between islands? Honestly I have no good explanation for why the guards are so nonchalant to “strangers.”

The iron golem Jesse created in Build Club looks out for the residents while they get accustomed to life on the ground. It especially likes following Milo and the club members around. Isa probably questioned where the heck it came from and Milo accidentally let slip that it was from Build Club. “WHAT IS BUILD CLUB?” “Uh… oops.”

It took everyone a while to warm up to the Aiden after everything that happened, but the Blaze Rods did eventually redeem themselves.

The creeper explosion left Captain Reginald with burn scars. While he still does his best to take care of the founder, the sight or sound of a creeper causes him to freeze up.

Reginald calls Benedict “ma’am.” Send post. 🐓

Most of the folk in Sky City are tall. Not Milo though. He’s short.

Bonus: When I first played Order Up, it took me forever to choose whether to turn myself in or flee because I couldn’t decide whether I liked Reginald or Milo more. (Too many of my decisions are based on me wanting to get character dialogue.) Having played through both their paths MULTIPLE TIMES, I still can’t decide. They’re both neat.

That’s all I have. See y’all on the other side.

[anon-sect]

Do you do game characters? I'd love to become Arthur Morgan's cowboy boot.

Picture source: internet

Eric was enjoying some game time after a long day at work. He put in his favorite game, Red Dead Redemption 2. As he was playing, a thunderstorm started about thirty minutes into the game. He decided to continue playing. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck through his room, striking his game system. The lightning flash temporarily blinded Eric. He fainted for a brief moment.

When Eric woke up a couple of minutes later, things looked different. He was no longer in his room. In fact, things did look familiar, but he was confused about how it happened. Everything looked like the game environment he was playing. He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He didn't know how he ended up in the game.

Eric then noticed who was standing before him. Arthur Morgan was standing before him. The game character was life-size. Yet, he realized he was also in the video game.

"Finally found you. It took some time, but the Van der Linde gang has quite a bounty on you. I am here to take you in dead or alive. It honestly doesn't matter to." Arthur spoke in his cowboy accent.

Eric didn't know how he was going to get back to the real world, but he definitely didn't want to be hauled back to the gang's hideout. "I don't belong here. Can you just overlook this one time?" Eric pleaded to the game character. He knew the character had a cruel side.

"Money is money, and you are worth a lot, bud." Arthur spoke, approaching him.

Eric looked on the ground and found an iron rod. He grabbed it and swung at Arthur, but missed. He ended up badly damaging the game character's boots. He noticed that Arthur stopped after seeing his boots ruined.

"You done ruin my boots. I think I know how to get my bounty and a new pair of boots at the same time." Arthur said while pulling out a different gun than before.

Eric didn't recognize the new gun as it was pointed at him. "Please, don't kill me!" He pleaded, not knowing what would happen to him. If he died in the game, would he die in real life? He was about to find out as Arthur fired at him. There was a flash, and he was blinded once again.

Arthur watched as the guy shrunk in size and changed into a pair of new cowboy boots. He took off his ruined pair. He smelled them briefly. It was horrid. He threw his old boots away and tried on his new boots. They felt way better than his old pair. "Wow, you are one great pair of boots. I have to keep you for a long, long while. It's time to head back and collect my bounty. At least, this time, it's money and my new boots." He spoke as he went back to his horse. He didn't feel sorry for the poor guy he was walking on. His name should not have been on the bounty if he didn't want trouble. At least he made a great pair of boots. The gang will get a laugh out of this, he thinks to himself.

Eric woke up feeling something crushing his face. He quickly realized it was feet. A dingy white socked feet pressed down on his face. The odor from the socks was so horrible. He realized that he was a pair of boots on the game character's feet. He really liked this character out of all the game characters he has ever played with. He realized he was now a permanent addition to the game as Arthur walked on him as though he was a game character he just collected bounty on. There was no going back. He was now his favorite game character's pair of boots. There could be a worse fate than this, Eric thought to himself.

[skaruresonic]

I actually found a fancomic based on ABT where apparently she had nightmares about her village being destroyed and she blamed Sonic (not Eggman) for that.

Sure, it's fanart, not ABT's vision... but what's with IDW and its fans and wanting to shoulder all the responsibilities on Sonic when he really always does his best? Now who's the one saying that Sonic should go Punisher on Eggman?

And why does it seem like they want Lanolin to snap and become a villain? ... also that's just Surge. She wouldn't even be special lol

Yeah I saw that one too lol.

Like not to play trauma Olympics, but uhhh. Lanolin. Did you not see how Sonic almost ran himself to death during the metal virus?

It's not like Sonic is oblivious to the shit Eggman puts people through; he also suffers alongside the rest of you. Like I said, sometimes he's the first and most direct recipient of the consequences of Eggman's schemes. Yet he continues on being the bulwark standing between Eggman and the world.

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Sure, it's fanart, not ABT's vision... but what's with IDW and its fans and wanting to shoulder all the responsibilities on Sonic when he really always does his best?

Honestly, I'm finding it hard not to interpret this all as the result of cynicism with the games. IDW never established Sonic vs. Eggman as a thing, let alone something done enough times to warrant such a reaction. The book assumes you know Sonic vs. Eggman is old hat and agree with the notion that something needs to shake up the series' most core dynamic. "Sonic is too much of a happy Gary-Stu, he needs to reckon with the consequences of someone else's actions" certainly is A Take(tm) in that vein.

I've read fanfics like this before, where traumatized civilians emotionally unload on Sonic.

...Dude, yeah, I get it, Sonic's the nearest lightning rod to absorb all your frustrations because you can't exactly take a swing at Eggman. But it's not like Sonic is the cause of your pain, and it's unfair to expect him to shoulder that burden. Even he cannot be everywhere at once.

Also, requiring him to take Eggman's life lest the trolley veer onto the other track and murder everyone else feels... unfair? Meanspirited, even?

"You could end everyone's suffering right now if you cared" is such manipulative phrasing, especially considering how difficult it is to off Eggman with any permanence, and how often Sonic does save the world. He frequently puts himself out on the front line for no material gain.

Dude gets dealt a really shitty hand sometimes. Nobody else got struck with the arrow of judgment and had his life burned down to a wick. Nobody else got trapped inside a capsule about to explode into what Eggman calls "floating chunks in space." Nobody else had to suffer the Werehog's curse, which is implied to be a painful transformation that occurs every night regardless of whether Sonic is prepared for it or not - and even worse still, in Eggmanland, he had to force that change via the sundial switch in order to progress.

You're over here going "hmmm Sonic, real sus how you never acknowledged the deaths of the thousands who perished when the planet broke apart," meanwhile the poor bastard is lying unconscious from exhaustion, having traversed Eggmanland, grappled with Eggman in a no-holds-barred match during a plummet towards the Earth's core, and fought a god for like a week straight on no sleep.

...We don't deserve Sonic.

Besides, for as much as everyone hypes up non-Eggman villains, do you think things will be sunshine and rainbows even if Eggman remains dead? That other beings won't cast their evil eye upon the world in the power vacuum that will inevitably appear? Will Sonic be responsible for the Black Arms too? Metal Sonic? Idk, The End?

It gets even worse because the book's writing forced moral responsibility onto Sonic to by begging the question of "Why doesn't he just kill Eggman?" in the first place. As if A.) he doesn't already fucking try on a regular basis and B.) as if it's that easy. Except now people are like, assigning moral negligence to Sonic's happy-go-lucky demeanor. God forbid the guy wants to chill once in a while, lmao.

And if you believe that Eggman doesn't actually have a body count, then this entire argument becomes moot anyway. Therefore Lanolin is potentially planning on assassinating Sonic based on the fact that he's not footing the group chat's therapy bill.

This is not that difficult. Sonic doesn't care whether Eggman lives or dies. Sonic neglects Eggman's pleas for help. Sonic acts homicidally negligent towards Eggman.

The lid, Patrick! Put your hand on the lid!

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Now who's the one saying that Sonic should go Punisher on Eggman?

I know, right? Wasn't offing Eggman supposed to be this awful no-no thing he should never do because Principles? Now he's an asshole for not pulling a Spock-esque "greater good" moral calculation?

I'm starting to lose the plot, in more ways than one. xP

[peachfreak1750]

✨Shockwave x Hot Rod/Rodimus head cannons!✨

(Idw continuity)

1). Shockwave is an emotionless scientist who is extremely loyal to lord Megatron. Shockwave does not “fall in love”, he wakes up, works, and then sleeps. His life is a constant stream of work and war… so how did he fall for Rodimus? Welp. Shockwave had been watching Hot Rod for sometime, he was curious about the outlier and had started a project, a project in which he would rip the bot apart and analyze his innards. This of course did not go to plan. He started becoming too curious about Hot Rod in a way he did not think possible. He then bottled up these emotions, ended his research and attempted to never think about it again.

2). So then, how did Hot Rod fall for Shockwave? Good question, not even he really knows. Hot Rod didn’t feel much for Shockwave, he never exactly thought about the guy. This all changed when he was captured by the Decepticons, he was held in isolated cells far from any other prisoners and interrogated everyday. Nothing of interest really happened while he was there… well except for when Shockwave showed up. Hot Rod maneuvered his way into a conversation with the cyclopes and began annoying the hell out of him. Hot Rod found that it was extremely entertaining to bug the scientist. After that Hot Rod started thinking about Shockwave simply, “I like annoying him” but he never thought any more than that.

3). After their first interactions, Shockwave attempted to avoid the speedster and Hot Rod started seeking him out. Hot Rod found that Shockwave was hesitant to kill him and that went to his head very quickly. Hot Rod and Shockwave began talking every time they were on the battlefield, simple witty banter that became inside jokes and full on conversations. Before they knew it they got trapped together inside a collapsing building, they decided to work together and saved each other’s lives. There was a moment after the building had crashed that Shockwave was going to kill Hot Rod but something inside of him fought that thought. He let Hot Rod live and left without another word. This led them down the road of saving each other/sparing one another’s lives.

4). Hot Rod is disgusted by Shockwave, he hates what he has done to the people he loves and he honestly wants him dead. Does that stop his feelings? God he wish it did

5). Shockwave thinks Hot Rod is extremely annoying and obnoxious but that does nothing to stop him from studying the mech and attempting to get alone with him.

6). Shockwave either likes geniuses or dumbasses, he is a bit of a moron sexual. He hates how reckless and selfish Hot Rod is, it fascinates him. He wants to understand Hot Rod because something about the guy just gets under his paneling.

7). Hot Rod likes mechs that are taller than him, smarter than him, and make him laugh. Which he was surprised to learn that Shockwave fits that criteria! Hot Rod is also very into the adrenaline of crushing on a crazed scientist who is trying to kill him.

8). Hot Rod was the first to realize that Shockwave liked him back, he honestly thought it was very obvious but Shockwave thought he was being super clever about hiding his feelings (he doesn’t understand feelings so how would he know how to hide them?). Roddy abused this information by teasing the poor scientist and getting information otherwise impossible to acquire.

9). When Shockwave is in love, he talks a bit more, especially when it comes to the person he is in love with. He thinks about them all the time and that is the worst torture. Shockwave HATES being in love and believes it is something horribly wrong with his processor. He has tried to fix himself multiple times but sadly it never works.

10). Shockwave is extremely protective, he wants to be the one to kill Hot Rod, not some random soldier! He is a bit of a yandere, he wants to kill any autobot who even touches Hot Rod. This of course is unintentional, Shockwave has no idea that is what he’s doing. It would be illogical to do such a thing, and yet he doesn’t know how to stop. The mer idea of someone else with Hot Rod drives Shockwave mad. These feelings are not shown as Shockwave has a wonderful poker face (LOL) but he still does feel this way regardless if it is obvious or not.

11). Neither side knows about their secret love affair. Hot Rod and Shockwave have dated other people/slept with people whilst still being in love. They still hate each other and know that they can’t be together so they pine forever and attempt to fill the gap. The only other person who knows about their feelings is Ravage. The wreckers also kinda noticed, but they don’t think it’s love, they kinda just think that they are arch nemesis’s.

12). Hot Rod has a weird fascination with Shockwaves hands. Roddy was hurt on the battlefield once and Shockwave was in a situation where he had to help him for his own safety. Shockwave patched the speedster up and Hot Rod had noticed how gentle Shockwaves hands could truly be. Since then Hot Rod dreamed about holding his hand.

13). Both Hot Rod and Shockwave despise touch. Hot Rod thinks intimacy of any kind is weird, he doesn’t like feeling all fuzzy inside it grosses him out. Hot Rod likes being a bit of a slut he doesn’t like actual love. So simple soft touches make him flinch and freak out. Shockwave is the same but without the slut part, Shockwave hates being in love and touches like hugs, hand holding, and kisses on the check are the worst. But for some reason neither of them seem to care when it comes to the other. Shockwave feels less uncomfortable with Hot Rod than anyone else and Hot Rod feels the same, in fact he wants all those soft cute touches (as long as it’s Shockwave who’s doing it).

14). Shockwave is extremely self conscious about his Empurata but only when he realizes he can’t kiss Roddy. Shockwave has an oral fixation, he himself does not have a mouth, but that very fact makes him very interested in other peoples mouths. He wants to kiss Roddy so bad that it makes him uncomfortable when his lack of mouth is brought up.

15). They have slept together ONCE. And that was it. They had one opportunity to be together and they took it. That night went on forever and they loved every second. Sadly it did end and they would never get the chance to do it again. Roddy never brings it up and neither does Shockwave. But of course they think about it as often as they can.

16). Shockwave hates the idea of starting a family and so does Roddy.

17). Shockwave likes work. That is his hobby. But, Roddy was the one to introduce him to human chess and he has been hooked ever since. Especially multidimensional chess.

18). Shockwave and Hot Rod have very few ways of communicating. So they made a secret system where they would send encrypted codes to one another to determine a place and time to meet up. Usually it’s to talk or to fight, but they do secretly meet up (This is much later in their relationship and stops when the war ends)

19). Shockwave doesn’t know how he feels about Hot Rod becoming Rodimus. Perhaps he doesn’t care, he honestly might just miss him.

20). Once the lost light started, the two never spoke again. They think about each other constantly, but that is all it is, a distant sad thought.

@littlebeanalien thanks for the idea!!

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 7 Part 2

And here we go!

Laicille shippers can have one panel, as a treat. I choose to interpret this as poor bisexual Marcille feeling way too flustered wearing a sexy dress in front of her friends. Plus when Laios softens his eyes like that, he looks uncomfortably like Falin.

Funny how it's these two in particular who feel this way. I'm sure this is in no way foreshadowing how they will be tempted into creating their own versions of this.

Maybe it's just a coloring issue, since it looks more natural in the anime, but Yaad's eyes are creepy as hell.

Gotta love aspic, the epitome of cool looking food that is probably really bad. Also, are they raising... rabbits?

Somehow, Izutsumi is less picky when in full cat mode.

When the DM really wants you to take the plot hook.

Real friends let their little friends beat them up cause it doesn't actually hurt. This is a beatdown(affectionate).

Senshi may be Izutsumi's favorite, but Marcille and Chilchuck are her parents.

Retcon? What retcon?

See? Not even the golden country folks really believe in that stupid prophecy. Honestly, I kinda love stories where there is a "prophecy", but divination magic is actually bogus.

What's wrong Yaad? He's just concerned about you. (The anime made this scene way more sinister.)

She's so excited! :D

Well, they tried.

A precious image.

So, this is Izutsumi's default outfit, yeah? Funny how it's on this volume's cover, yet I don't think we've seen her in it in a chapter proper. When we meet her, she's still in her ninja robe, then she gets Namari's coat. Seriously, we won't see this outfit until next volume.

Senshi has only been with them for like a month, but they are already so attached. I love this family of idiots.

Seems like a waste of a perfectly good centipede. Why make one(1) treasure bug, when you can make slitherpedes? (A horrifying chimera which is basically a giant snake with legs. Four fangs glistening with venom. Two vertical, two sideways. Armor plating and heat vision. Your players will love them.)

It's a little moment, but this really shows how dearly Marcille cares for her friends.

...says the one who uses forbidden ancient magic.

An important image.

I like how you can see Laios questioning why the hell a griffon would kick.

See, post-canon Marcille needs to teach Laios how to make familiars. He would have way too much fun. Plus, controlling a familiar might be a way to bypass the curse.

This is actually a pretty cool creature known as a Rod. Rods are a type of cryptid which are super fast rod shaped creatures which can't be seen by the naked eye, only with cameras. Turns out they're just bugs caught by cameras with long exposure times.

Thanks! I'll keep that in mind next time I prepare sky fish.

Local gossip girl baffled good friend was able to keep massive secrets from her.

With that, I'll go ahead and finish up with chapter 49 and the misc monster tales in a final post. See ya!

[subskz]

as much as i love soft sex, part of me still craves that rough bdsm shit 🤧

doesn’t matter what member honestly, just wanna tie one of them up completely and render them immobile. force them to take everything you give them, use all sorts of toys on them; vibrators, fleshlights, dildos, plugs, sounding rods, cock rings, gags, nipple clamps, literally everything.

push them to their limits. edge them, overstimulate them, make them beg, stimulate every sensitive part of them at the same time, or maybe edge them for so so long but never actually let them cum :(

make them feel so much pleasure that they pass out, and maybe even keep going while they’re passed out, giving them a real good treat when they gain consciousness again

go rough on them. spank them, choke them, mark them, manhandle them, use them.

use them for your own pleasure, doesn’t matter if they end up cumming or not.

leave them there all messy with their sweat, cum, and drool.

leave them there with such a fucked out face, their tongue lolling out and their eyes dazed out

make them know that they’re all yours by the end of it.

oh wow this is doing irrepairable dmg to my brain chemistry ♡_♡ my thoughts always go to hyune when it comes to more hardcore dynamics like this…or channie, on days where he’s especially deep in that headspace and wants nothing more than to forget his own name and just be of good use to you

but hyunjin!! even though he’s such a sensitive baby boy this type of rough treatment suits him so well bc i think he’d be super into you having complete possession over him like that. he wants to put himself in your hands and surrender all control, his obsessive sentimental loving lil heart would most definitely find it romantic for you to take ownership of his body and mind like that, for him to trust you when he fully lets himself go <3

with how responsive he is and how hopeless he is at holding back his emotions, you’d be in for such a pretty show of facial expressions and sounds as he squirms around in his restraints. every little touch from you gets the most satisfying reaction, so imagine what using multiple toys on him at once would do to him…nipple clamps to make him hypersensitive to all the different sensations rocking his body, a vibrating plug inside him while you jerk him off w a fleshlight…he’d be writhing and bucking his hips and crying out w barely any chance to breathe in between, even if every time he thrusts into your hand without permission he gets a slap to his cheek, he’s too overwhelmed to even think abt willing himself to stop…and maybe he just likes the extra sting

it’d be fun to tease him for how loud n pathetic he sounds too…poor thing cant control his movements or his noises so he needs u to do it for him! smth abt the way his muffled moans still ring out through the room even when you put a ballgag in his mouth to shush him makes it even hotter, esp w the sight of his lips swollen around it and drool dripping down his chin

and making him pass out from pleasure 😵‍💫 the most hyunjin thing on earth…he feels too much for even his own body to contain. seeing all the red marks and hickies and impact lines on his body days after would make him so shy but so so turned on all over again, his favorite part is getting to see reminders of who he belongs to every time he looks in the mirror hehe

[cozzzynook]

Megatron and Optimus agree on a peace treaty and to make sure both sides hold up their end of the deal they decide to bond their creations to each other.

Megatron has four kids Soundwave, Shadow Striker, Overlord and Tarn. He decides that when his kids are older one of them will choose to be bonded with an Autobot for the sake of peace. Instead of deciding for them because he doesn't want them to be treated differently and he wants them to decide for themselves.

Optimus on the other hand goes to the nursery sees Hot Rod, Bumblebee, and Cliffjumper sleeping together and chooses Hot Rod.

He was an accident and unlike his siblings his sire wasn't around. Optimus couldn't bring himself to choose Bumblebee or Cliffjumper because he loved their sire and he didn't want to lose them.

Hot Rod had always been a fussy sparkling and he had a hard time bonding with him because of it and because his carrying was rough.

Growing up Hot Rod always felt like an outsider because he would one day bond with a Decepticon. His carrier was always distant because he felt guilty and was saving himself from the pain of losing him when he was taken to Kaon where he'd live with his bond mate.

Everyone else already saw him as a Decepticon and treated him differently because he'd be bonded to one of them. His home never felt like a home growing up it always felt like a temporary place where he lived.

He spent his entire life learning about Kaon and the Decepticons and how to please his bond mate.

He always thought he'd been chosen because he was the oldest and thought he'd bond with Soundwave. Which is why he made sure to learn everything about him because he wanted to make sure his bond mate was happy.

Then he found out Megatron had given his kids a choice and he wondered why Optimus didn't do the same for him. That's when he learns the truth and is spark broken.

I am in love with this idea.

Big brain theoceanoasis, big brain.

Poor Hot rod.

Everyone made it obvious that he wasn’t from the same sire as his siblings and he wasn’t allowed to play with them much. He didn’t have a bond with his carrier or siblings. He mostly grew up spending his time with Ratchet and his sparklings. He didn’t act like a royal outside of classes and he didn’t always remember what his siblings looked like and sometimes he accidentally calls Ratchet carrier and Drift sire.

The only bots he misses are Ratchet and his family but he didn’t want to intrude since he wasn’t their sparkling or kin.

When he sees how close Soundwave is to his own siblings and sire he cries when alone.

He missed out on so much love growing up that he shuts himself off when he sees it. It takes him so long, years really, to accept even a fraction of affection Soundwave and his siblings give him.

Megatron is pissed at how he’s treated his sparkling and Hot rod brushes it off because he truthfully doesn’t want to go back. He doesn’t want to see those uncomfortable faces or be reminded he wasn’t wanted.

He doesn’t know affection or being wanted until Drift and Ratchet come barging demanding to see him. First aid, Red alert and Winglet are with them. He’s so shocked to learn Ratchet and Drift were okay with just uprooting themselves from home and coming to live here. They’ll spend one half of the year in autobot territory and the other half in decepticon territory.

Drift used to be Deadlock so he’s familiar with the territory and he knows Hot rod was going to be fine which is why they didn’t immediately rush to see/get him.

Hot rod is overcome honestly.

Because all these bots can show him love and care about him but his own creator couldn’t. It honestly puts him off on having any sparklings and thankfully since Soundwave has siblings its no pressure. Soundwave wants sparklings but he won’t force Hot rod who tells him he can berth who ever he wishes and that he’d claim any sparkling Soundwave has so there would be no issues.

Soundwave is…not happy how little Hot rod thinks of himself but he’s truly been gifted a kind partner and he appreciates it he does. He just wishes Hot rod saw himself the way he does.

Its easy to fall in love with the mech but its also so hard not to grab him and demand he let Soundwave give him everything his spark desires.

optimus is not allowed to step pede in the kingdom for a long time and Ratchet tries to throttle Optimus the next time he sees him