#ALSO THIS ASK IS SO OLD IM SO SORRY

[hunterbunter3000]

loving that Sweetheart white era i bet the hair was an accident and the boys has never seen her l i v i d

RIGHT??? like she was gonna kill someone fr fr

Sweetheart: THE BOX SAID BLONDE NOT FUCKING STORM WHITE

Oh, she was mad.

Yelling at everyone, giving everyone death glares

And then Graves said something about it and she threw him in the trash (LITERALLY-- PICKED HIM UP AND PUT HIM IN A TRASH BIN)

But Price said it looked good on her anyway and gave her a Lil wink

She was like "Teehee 🤭 Thank yeewww" and that calmed her down 💀 AND THE GUYS WERE ALL HUDDLED IN A CORNER BEING SCARED AND THEN SHES ALL FLOWERS AND HEART THE SECOND SHE HEARS A COMPLIMENT ABOUT IT

LIKE???

Sweetheart is... something else man 💀💀

[fantaorange]

the husband and wife ever btw…

[artuurle]

I don't have a silly cheeky comment for this one besides it leans heavily on my headcanons and stuff on Grujaja. (that's how you know ur in the tranches for a character.)

^face of a guy that keeps hurtin his bonds w anyone close to him. Bonus doodles i made while drawing this that are semi related due to being tied to my Gr headcanons unda the cut lol:

[doctorwhommm]

I hsve an idea. Could u draw rose and ianto as besties

absOLUTELY I CAN

they’re chatting shit (lovingly) about their tall, long-coat-wearing, time-travelling, death-cheating, alien boyfriends who have spikey hair

[pinkhairswagtourney]

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[tubbytarchia]

For a rancher request, can your Tango carry Jimmy? (If not then the other way around is cool too!)

Yes he can!! Jimmy looks so terribly small no matter how I try to draw him in Tango's hold lmao please ignore it I really tried

[droopywrites]

did you ever did a part 2 to jjk dudes meeting their child who’s from the future?

⋆｡Part || of JJK MEN meeting their future kids｡⋆

Author's notes: I don't think I've posted it! Considering it kind of left my mind and the old draft is gone, but I did write everything I remember here. Also, it's like 3am and I wrote this crying, not proofread.

CW: Swearing, killing, cannibalism(?) like mention of eating people, children.

Pronouns used for the kids: She/her for Geto and It/its for Sukuna.

Part | (Warning, it's from 2021)

Geto

Starting off strong with Geto.

Definitely another girl. He's such a girl dad.

On a regularly scheduled day like always; it was wake up, talk with his connections, mingle with his family, check on Mimi and Nana, see whatever the hell the non-sorcerers wanted, get greeted by a little girl that wasn't supposed to be on the estate...

What the fuck.

How did she even get here? Why is she here?

Geto would stare at this child in confusion and look around, waiting for someone to claim her.

He has a soft spot for children. Sorcerers, of course. Non-sorcerers, debatable.

So, low and behold this little girl running up to him to clutch at his robes. Him trying to pry her off of him with her relieved cries of "Papa! Papa!" escaping her lips.

Papa?

Holds her by the shirt's scruff like a cat and squints, ready to scold her but pauses when he sees her face.

Because, holy shit, that's literally his twin. And suddenly every rare hookup played in his mind.

But no, she looked no older than 3. He hadn't been with anyone at that time, or ever yet. Not that far.

Drops everything for the next couple of days just to make sense of the situation, only telling his beloved family.

Mimi and Nana fawn over the idea of a little sister but are a bit restrictive if it's not a permanent thing.

The girl didn't speak much except for addressing Geto, the twins, oh and you.

You...?

You.

You.

You, who had just returned from your trip overseas to oversee some tasks involving curses.

You, who the little girl immediately ran to and called "Mama! Mama!"

You, who Geto stared wide-eyed at and surprised as you two tried to settle the fact nothing even happened between you.

Yet.

When that little girl eventually left to her own time, with everything still fresh and confusing, Geto eventually approached you.

Because, well, he wanted to see that little girl again.

After few dates, then a relationship, then marriage. Maybe.

Sukuna

Listen, he is NOT spreading those cursed genes of his pre-human/post-cursed-spirit.

Man hates love.

But, during the Heian period. When some stupid kid wandered into his life as if it always belonged there, maybe, maybe, there was something else in that space in his chest but hunger and his definition of love.

So, there it was. Whatever it was. Standing there with large eyes focused on him with a semblance of admiration and malice.

"What are you looking at, brat?"

"You."

The audacity of this thing. He killed it immediately.

And then it came back. So, he killed it again. And again. And... what the fuck.

This little shit was persistent.

His kid. He doesn't know how. But definitely his kid.

A worthy successor? Fuck no, he's not dying or leaving it as some birthright to a hindrance.

Learning of its origins was pretty interesting, to say the least.

"Not a human? I figured. A curse made from me, huh? Someone weak must hate me so much."

That meant a human parent. Or multiple human parents. Gross.

He wasn't getting into that.

The kid was though.

It often visited this village to... eat? Kill? Fight? Whatever makes it happy.

...

The hell do you mean it was visiting its human mother?

It had a mother? It had a mother that cursed him so much it resulted in a personalized cursed child?

He could see it stare longingly at that woman's village and before he could even kill her, his offspring said goodbye.

"I'll see you in the future, yeah?"

And then Sukuna was sealed.

He probably searched for his offspring in the Modern era.

Author's notes 2: Stopping with these two because it's been a while since I've posted seriously on this account, 2 years? Maybe I've gotten better, maybe not. This was the idea but with updated better minds. Maybe I'll do the others separately again, Yuji, Yuta, Megumi, Toge. Just did the adults first. Doing Choso and Higuruma definitely.

[spearxwind]

Happy 10th birthday to Cercerion!

OUGHHH UR RIGHT CERCIE IS 10 YEARS OLD NOW !!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BOY BELOVEDEST DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HIS WHOLE LIFE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[parisoonic]

i love how you draw the gay homosexuals they make me go

[askexecutiveproton]

(can't find any indication if the ask was open or not so i'm sorry if it isn't!) Thank you for doing a service. Please I would just like to give this man a smooch and tell him he does a good job

(Absolutely in love with how you draw Proton and Steven 😭🩷)

Thank you so much!!! I always keep Proton's box open, but you can probably see my activity has been poor since between my career and working on my master's degree, I haven't had much time or energy to put into the blogs. But sometimes I get the urge to draw the Worst Guy Ever, so Proton will always accept questions!

[randomminty]

Are you on team Lorelei x Clair?

(In the most normal tone possible) yea i guess

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

ok 1 more oliver day thing. i thought this joke would be kinda funny

[poetryvampire]

Just curious but how do you think Zevlor would feel about non-tiefling reader, who has never seen a tieflings before, is just both fascinated by his infernal features & genuinely thought he's so handsome? Reader is shy around him that he misunderstood thinking reader is afraid of him, but later, he accidentally overheard reader being teased for being too shy to talk to him all because he's too attractive! Please tell me thoughts if you don't mind!

Dear sweet anon! I could swoon, I love that good shy mutual pining. Gets me every time. I was so taken with the idea it turned into a little fic. Let's goooo ✨

Zevlor x Gn Reader

Sft. Zevlor pines for you while trying to figure out how you might feel for him. With a bit of angst but it's mostly just cute.

Transfixed

After a winding jog through the woods Zevlor slows to an easy trot, letting out a long breath. He's weary in body and mind. Despite his hopes the gentle greenery had done little to calm his storming thoughts. He was certain his fears has turned reality and he had wronged you by his foolish actions.

The tiefling commander sat himself against a large elm tree, allowing another exasperated sigh to past his lips. He couldn't help but mull over the situation; to try and pin point where he had gone wrong or if he had any chance of fixing it.

Zevlor has a keen eye and was always acutely aware of your gaze. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten lingering stares from a non-tiefling. He understood that his dark eyes and curved horns could come off as a bit intimidating, especially to someone that's not used to his kind. Usually he would pay it little attention. But your eyes, they stayed with him.

It became a sort of game. One seemingly approved by the Gods themselves as the two of you crossed paths constantly. He would catch you, eyes locked on him and like every time they would dart away, a sweet blush rising to your cheeks. Zevlor had found himself transfixed by the sight of you, then suddenly you were the one catching him. Usually you'd turn away but if the stars alined just right you would hold his gaze. There was a wonderment in it that kept him up at night. Desperately he fought not to give into false hope but couldn't help but wonder if there was something more than mere curiosity behind those eyes. Those gorgeous eyes.

He had to test the waters. Carefully, little by little, he sought you out more often. It was always amiable, enjoyable even but you puzzled him still. Your voice may shake a little when you spoke yet you never sought to cut the conversation short. Your words were welcoming even if your gaze was down turned.

Zevlor plays back his every action in his mind. Could it be you were you shy by nature? Were you too polite to tell him to leave you be? Or did his presence truly make you uncomfortable?

He feared he had only made things worse a few days prior. You had passed him in a hurry only to drop a book full of loose papers that scattered all over the ground. Of course Zevlor knelt beside you in a instant to help. Your hands crashed together and you gasped practically jumping out of your skin. Fear struck his heart, thinking he may have hurt you.

"My deepest apologies, my dear. Please, let me see." Without thinking Zevlor grabbed your hand, running his fingers over it carefully, inspecting it for any cuts or scratches from his nails. There were none, just the softest skin he'd ever felt. He was drawn back to reality when he notes you're trembling ever so slightly.

"Are you alright?" He lifts he's eyes to yours only to be met with a sharp jab in his chest. Fear; It's unmistakable. Your eyes are brimming with it, full like a deer locked in place before some beast. He dropped your hand just then realizing how tightly he was gripping it.

"I- I'm sorry. I have to be going, C-commander." You forced out before you stood and practically sprinted away.

Zevlor drops his head in his hands, trying to discern the best path to take. Having had collected your book the first plan was to simply return it and offer an apology. But as the days passed he wonders if trying to smooth things over was just more foolishness. There was plenty of people he could pass the book on to and then he could leave you be. Not bother you again. He scolds himself for thinking you might have had any feelings for him other than fear.

The soft rustling of wind through leaves is broken by the sound of vibrant laughter.

"Oh, come on. You have to go!" It's a woman. A very familiar voice.

"But I don't want to make it weird if it's a tiefling holiday thing. I don't want to crash the party."

It was you. Zevlor bolted up peaking around the elm. There, through a small thicket of trees he spied two figures walking leisurely. It was you and Lia, a fellow teifling he had occasionally seen you in the company of.

"Oh please. It's nothing like that, just a little get together. C'mon it'll be fun." Lia pleaded.

The sabbath celebration was that evening, wasn't it? It had completely slipped Zevlor's mind.

"Oh, I don't know."

"You know all of us are going. Everyone's gonna be there. Including Zevlor.' Lia practically sang out.

"No! Don't say that." You gasp. "Now I definitely can't go."

Zevlor would have gladly taken being thrown from his horse over the gut punch of your words. It was his own fault for listening to a private conversation and for letting his mind be over come with the thought of you. Defeated, he turned to leave as silently as he could.

"You're mad. Just talk to him."

"You don't understand, I can't just talk to someone like him. He's far too handsome."

Zevlor nearly tripped, his body halting him before his brain could process the words. Surely he misheard you.

Lia's laugh filled the forest. "You're so ridiculous. Just come tonight, have a glass of wine with him. I'm sure he'd like that."

His heart hammers. Yes, he'd like that quite a bit. More than anything he could think of at the moment.

"But I always make such a fool of myself in front of him. It's like I see him and my brain just goes all stupid." You sigh.

"You're not that bad. Besides you talk to Dammon just fine." She teases.

"He's different. Yeah he's attractive but he's not ~Zevlor~"

His name rolls off your tongue so sweetly. A breath escapes his lips didn't realize he was holding in.

"Admit it, it's the infernal features. We really are stunning, aren't we." Lia jokes.

"You are! Really you're all so beautiful." there's such an honesty in your words. "But Zevlor's so handsome. It's just all so striking. His skin is such a perfect shade of red and those eyes just transfix me. I feel my whole body's burning when he looks at me. And those horns! They're so large and well shaped. Gods I want to touch them."

"Speak to him like that and I'm sure he'd let you touch a lot of things."

"Hush." You laugh. "You think so?"

There's a smile on your lips, Zevlor's sure of it by the warmth in your voice. He's in a dream, it's the only answer.

"Oh, commander!" Lia teases, dramatically. " I feel so safe with those great big horns of yours! Won't you walk me home?"

"Shut up! It's not just that you know. He's also well spoken and he seems so brave and dutiful. He's such a gentleman. I wish I could just how amazing he is. How he makes me feel so..." You trail off, lost in thought.

"That settles it. Let's go get ready. We're going to that party."

Your hurried voices fade leaving Zevlor with the sound of his heart pounding. Thoughts rushed his mind telling him this couldn't be. That somehow he misunderstood. As unbelievable as it felt he knew what he heard.

Handsome. His infernal features in all. That was something the tiefling commander never considered himself. He couldn't stop the smile pulling at his lips. He's overwhelmed and ecstatic all at once. His mind is not free from doubt but your words set a new courage ablaze in his heart.

Zevlor had tried his best to push the fullness of his desire for you away but if your feelings were the same he had to act. For both your sakes he would seek you out that night. The misunderstanding would be mended and perhaps some relief offered to your longing.

~ 💜💓💜

[tomatoart]

womens rights and wrongs

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Petition for more dally and soda antics pls 😆

OFC! SO sorry it took so long for me to get to this but I love these boy 'n I am HAPPY to provide!! fic under the cut!!

also HUGE shoutout to my LOVELY mutal @thedeitywhoplayedwithbricks for not only being right 100% of the time but also giving me the inspo to be able to write this ILY😭

"Woah, Soda where the hell did you get these?" Soda leans forward on the couch, jarrin' Pony as he rests his head on Soda's knees. Dallas appears in the doorway, brandishin' a pair of cowboys so new they ain't even creased. Pony lets out a wordless whine 'n Soda pats him on the ribs, absently runnin' a hand through his hair as he sits back so Pony can readjust.

"Just bought 'em." Soda grins ear to ear. "I've been fixin' to get 'em for like three paychecks now. Sweet, yeah?" Dallas turns them over in his hand, lets out a low whistle of appreciation. He flips them so he can see the sole, runnin' a finger over the tread.

"Wait, Soda, we're the same size, huh?" Dallas grins, his silver tooth glowin' mischievously in the low living room light. Soda wags a finger at him in a way oddly reminiscent of Darry.

"Oh, nuh-uh. I worked my ass off you are not stealin' my boots, Dallas Winston." Dally drops them back at the door, puts his hand up in mock surrender.

"Woah, woah, woah. No need to get your panties in a twist. A man can't even admire a nice pair a shoes anymore." Dallas plops down on the couch, liftin' Pony's legs from where he's sprawled out 'n droppin' them into his lap.

"Not when that man is a hood like you." Pony tears his eyes away from the TV to smirk at Dallas who promptly pushes the kid off his lap so he falls straight onto the floor. Pony wails indignantly 'n Soda snorts.

"You kinda asked for that one, Pone." Pony's mouth drops open in betrayal 'n he clambers off the floor into Darry's armchair, scowlin' at Dallas 'n Soda in turn.

"Did not. Soda you should be on my side here, Dally uses your closet like a goddamn consignment shop!" Dallas beams a throw pillow at his head 'n Pony yelps 'n dives behind the arm.

"Wait a minute, Pony's got a point."

"Nuh-uh! I do not. I don't have shit of yours but I'll tell you right now those are my jeans." Dallas kicks Soda in the shin 'n Soda squeaks 'n slides further down the couch. He lifts a knee 'n studies them, frownin'. After a moment he pulls his nose down 'n sniffs, coughin' 'n makin' a face.

"I wondered why they smelled like menthols." He sticks out his tongue 'n kicks his feet onto Dally's lap. Dallas rolls his eyes but lets him, grabbin' him by the ankles 'n slidin' him down a little further.

"See, now who's the clothes stealer?" The front door swings open 'n Darry drops his tool belt onto the table, glancin' into the living room to see who was over.

"Hey, boys-" He stops, double takes. "Dallas, is that my shirt?"

...

Soda wakes up the next mornin' 'n Dallas has already managed to worm out of bed. He always was the early riser of the bunch but most days he couldn't pry Soda off of him so he'd just stay until Soda woke up.

He drops his feet to the floor with a yawn 'n listens for the sounds of his brother's in the kitchen. Pony's still snorin' softly in his bed on the opposite side of the room 'n Soda pulls the blanket up a little higher as he passes by.

The TVs on real quiet 'n Steve's layin' back on the couch, eyes mostly closed 'n hair floppin' into his eyes. Soda pauses beside him just long enough to see what's on 'n Steve absently puts a hand up 'n taps Soda in the chest without takin' his eyes off the screen. Neither of them were particularly mornin' people.

"G'mornin', Dar." He flops down at the table 'n Darry slides him a plate of eggs Soda immediately tucks into.

"Mornin' lil buddy." Darry pulls out the chair next to him, flippin' off the stove 'n pickin' up the newspaper. "You've got perfect timin', I was just about to drag you outta bed by your feet."

"It's a skill. Knowin' when the hell to get outta dodge that is." Soda quips around a mouthful of eggs 'n Darry snorts a laugh.

"If that were true, I wouldn't spend most of my afternoons chasin' your ass around." Soda scraps the last bite off the plate, he always inhales his food like it was runnin' away from him, 'n pushes himself up.

"Hey, be fair. You spend most of your afternoons chasin' Pony. Or Dallas." Soda ducks into the laundry room 'n shucks off his sleep shirt, replacin' it with a white tee 'n his DX button-up. "Speak of the devil, where is ol' Dally?" Most mornin's like clockwork Darry 'n Dallas were up at the ass crack of dawn just putsin' around the kitchen.

"He beat it out of here real early. I think Buck has him doin' prep for a race tonight." Soda pops back into the room, grabs a piece of toast off the counter 'n stuffs the whole thing in his mouth.

"Ready Stevie?" Soda sticks his head into the living room 'n Steve drags himself off the couch, reluctantly. "You drivin' Dar?" Darry leans forward over his paper, hurriedly tracin' an article at his fingertips before foldin' it 'n droppin' it on the table.

"Yeah, I'll give you boys a lift." Soda 'n Steve's beater was lovin'ly busted. Again.

"Alrighty." Steve pulls on a pair of sneakers that may have once been Darry's but had since passed through Two-Bit down to Steve. Soda lets him steady himself on his shoulder, reaches for his boots twice 'n misses them before he actually looks down.

They're not there. Soda blinks at the space he left them last night. Pokes back into the living room. Hell, he slides down the hall in his socks 'n checks his 'n Pony's room. "Soda, buddy, y'all are gonna be late."

"Do you know where my cowboys are, Dar?" Soda shouts, forgettin' Pony's still curled up asleep. He stirs 'n Soda cringes.

"You left 'em by the door, honey," Darry calls back. Soda sprints back down to the kitchen, slippin' a bit. The pile of shoes is notably missin' Soda's, still.

Oh. Wait a goddamn minute. "Dallas!"

...

"Hey Dar, what's for dinner I'm starvin'-" Before Dallas even makes it all the way into the house he's flat on his back. Soda streakin' from the living room to throw his entire weight on Dallas' chest. All the air leaves Dallas in a whoosh 'n he hits the kitchen tile hard. Soda pins him down with his knees pressin' into Dally's upturned palms.

"You asshole you took my goddamn boots!" Dallas grins up at him, brings a knee up 'n shoves into Soda's chest, easily pushin' him off. Soda scrambles for him again 'n Dallas grabs him by the shoulders, wrestlin' 'n rollin' around on the floor.

Soda manages to sit down hard on Dally's chest 'n start to wrestle his boots off Dallas' feet. Dally thrashes around 'n when Soda doesn't get up he grabs a handful of Soda's wild blonde hair 'n yanks just hard enough to pull him off balance. Soda yowls 'n apparently that was too much in poor form for Darry.

He sighs 'n lowers the simmer on the stove, reachin' over 'n easily pullin' the two apart, givin' them both a firm shake before droppin' 'em again.

Soda shoots him a glare 'n Dallas grins wide 'n snorts a laugh. Soda manages to hold onto his scowl for a moment more before he hoots a laugh 'n suddenly they're rollin' around again, laughin'.

"Take my goddamn shoes off you little thief!" Soda grabs Dallas by the ankle 'n pulls the boot off in one swift motion. Dallas doesn't fight him but he sure as hell doesn't help him.

"Who're you callin' theif? If anythin' I'm a victim brutally attacked in my own home!" Dallas flops back on the tile 'n Soda hits him in the stomach with the heel of the boot.

"My house 'n my shoes, asshole." Soda snickers 'n clambers off the floor, offerin' Dallas a hand 'n haulin' him up.

"For now." Dallas wiggles his eyebrows 'n Soda knocks him in the side.

"Oh, you're on." Darry lets out an almighty sigh. Those three words never bode well for his sanity.

...

The cowboys have made the rounds about eight times back 'n forth when the hat gets involved. Dallas swears he got it by legal means 'n no one really believes him. 'N the problem really should have worked it out here, tradin' one for the other. But it's never that simple.

"Dally, lemme see your hat." It's one of those brown suedes with the fancy stitchin' around where the brim meets. One of those real expensive ones.

"You can see it just fine from there." Soda's been in possession of the boots for three days by means of sleepin' with 'em. Not on. Wrapped up in his arms like a goddamn baby. So it was safe to say any generosity has gone straight out of Dallas.

Two appears behind him, snatchin' it off his head 'n tossin' it across the room to Soda. Dallas socks him a good one in the ribs 'n dives across Pony to grab it back. Johnny's at Pony's feet 'n he flattens himself against Pony's calves 'n duckin' as Dallas climbs onto the sofa.

Soda holds it above his head, reachin' as far as he can. He's sittin' on his boots like he's takin' to doin' since Darry won't let them wear shoes in the house 'n Soda refuses to let them out of his line of sight for even a second. Dallas goes for the boots 'n Soda makes the snap decision to drop his arm to bat Dallas away. Dally grins smugly 'n takes the chance to snatch the hat back.

"Oh, no way. You're not sharin' 'n neither am I." He plunks the hat down again 'n wedges himself on the opposite side of Pony who was still whinin' at bein' climbed over.

"Glory, no brotherly love from that one." Soda howls 'n Dallas flips him off.

"You first." Soda sticks his tongue out 'n Dallas makes a face.

"Well, you gotta go to sleep sometime." Soda settles back down, slings around Pony. Just his eyes are visible above Pony's mop of hair, shinin' mischievously.

"I'd like to see you try."

...

Turns out a hat is significantly harder to sleep in. 'N far easier to steal.

...

Soda wakes up on a Saturday mornin' 'n immediately knows somethin' is wrong. He realizes three things at the same time. One, the boots he fell asleep with are no longer on his feet. Two, the hat he had pressed to his chest is likewise gone. Three, the screen door is bang-in' shut 'n Dallas' laugh is peelin' down the street.

"Asshole!" Soda doesn't bother to put on his shoes or nothin', just rips outside after Dallas. Dally's got one hand pressin' the hat down as he sprints 'n the other clutchin' at least two of Soda's shirts. One guess what the ass has got on his feet.

His blonde hair is blowin' away from his neck 'n he's howlin' laughter into the early mornin' chill.

Soda catches up with him easily, the boots slowin' him down. He throws himself onto Dallas, both of them rollin' into the grass head over heels.

"C'mere you bitch!" Soda wrestles him to the ground 'n Dallas grabs him by his shoulder, grins, 'n easily tosses him head-first over him so Soda lands on his back.

"Gotta be faster than that, huh man?" Dallas clambers to his feet, scramblin' around for the hat that fell off in the scuffle. Soda howls 'n sits up.

"Oh, I'll show you faster!" Soda kicks him in the back of the knee 'n Dallas goes down again. "Hood, stop takin' my shit!" Soda grabs Dally by the hair 'n pulls 'n Dallas wails, reels around, 'n kicks Soda in the front of the thigh.

"Who're you callin' hood you hog!" Soda yelps 'n dives on Dallas again.

"It's not hoggin' if I bought it!" Dallas slaps a zinger to Soda's bare upper arm 'n Soda yips 'n rubs at it like Dallas shot him. "Oh you asked for it now." He hollers a laugh 'n lunges for Dallas.

Niether of them are sure how long they're wrestlin' around in the dew before Darry shows, manhandlin' 'em apart, chests heavin', mouths bleedin', pantin' hard, 'n grinnin' around split lips. "Glory God almighty what the hell is wrong with you two?"

"Well?"

Dallas' got one boot on, Soda's shirt is half ripped off, both are covered in grass stains, hair mussed, the hat is somewhere lost in the high grass, the second boot with it, Soda's got a bite mark on his finger (but that was his fault for puttin' it over Dally's mouth) 'n Dallas is missin' a handful of hair. Both their ribs ache as much from laughter as from the ill placed punch.

Both Soda 'n Dallas point fingers at each other. "He started it!"

[scribe-of-hael]

re:different interpretations of a particular character across media. Not the same anon but I think an accessible point of comparison is in comics especially Marvel or DC where different characters are regularly reimagined and can sometimes vastly differ depending on the writer and story that writer wants to tell. Like the Harley Quinn played by Margot Robbie is vastly different from how she was originally conceived (and even from movie to movie depending on who’s directing). And they’re both different than how she is in the animated Harley Quinn Show or who’s writing her in the comics. They’re allowed to act differently because they’re operating in different roles for different purposes. Transformers has basically always functioned like this too. The Harley in B:TAS isn’t going to act like the one in the Harley Quinn show because it would be out of character for that version of her, the same way you wouldn’t expect Starscream from Transformers Animated to act like the one in Prime. Not to say these shows don’t have their issues, but I just bring it up to express that continuity wise it’s more about maintaining internal consistency within the story and the following through if you set something up to be payed off eventually then adhering to strict rules for a specific character.

Yes! I think that's what I was kinda getting at myself (I feel like I lost my point in the post and the subject maybe, because now I'm rereading it and it's more of op saying "he's within his character to act this way!" And that's ok! 100%) but yes anon this is kinda what I was getting at.

Esspcially since I used to be a very big Marvel fan, these characters have seen so many variants of each other. Even in uts own media, Loki being a great example both in and out of comic, in the mcu and his own show.

There are Loki variants, they all kinda uobokd these "Loki like" traits, however they are their OWN person ,their OWN Loki. With different stories, roles, personalities that make them unquie but still inherently Loki.

I feel this way with Starscream and his Variants. As you said TFa and TFP are , both Starscreams but they are very different. They share the deviousness, cunning, and backstabbing nature. They both are kiss asses who won't hesitate to kill you if he sees an opening. But put them in a room they are so different in how they go about things.

I feel Tfa is way more stubborn and head strong, wanting to be cunning but also lieo LEMME KILL THIS BITCH IM SO DONE BEING SUBTLE- while TFP is way more prone to cowarding away from things. It fits both their narratives and their responses to their own Megatron. Because TFA Megs is NOTHING like TFP in the slightest.

Same as G1 and Sky bound Starscream. Look the same, BUT ARE NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING THE SAME. Sjosjdjdd who have a smol silly villian for giggles to literally murderous psychopath. Lol

I think that is my problem with TF:ES and Armada going into the rest of the trilogy. Is the Obvious want to step away from these inherently Starscream characterization, and IMMEDIATELY backpedleing.

You can not, set up this character to lead into an arc, to address these issues and then. Not only abandon it. But use a poor excuse of exposition, to say "Well Starscream does what he does." When in the VERY SAME SHOW, you have SHOWN his actions to contradict that very explanation.

No it is not in Earthspark Starscream's character to do and be bad because that 1. Wasn't established to be the case and 2. The episode of his introduction was literally based off of "Starscream is as selfish as they come" and SHOWING that statement to be FALSE by saving Hashtag.

*inhales*

*exhales*

I get the perspective that , Starscream can and should be allowed to be evil/bad as he has always been. You're allowed to enjoy that ! You're allowed to enjoy him that ! I do in his variants even if I make not like the media he come that time (looks at Sky bound) but I can appricate it.

However, it is also allowed to want more than this copy paste character for him. Because he is allowed to be different for each story, esspcially if the story sets him up that way.

I think as the reader/audience the biggest problem, with not just Transformers, but things like Marvel/DC, anything adjacent that has reoccurring characters of different variants to just. Is to have the expectation that they MUST abide by these characters "rules". And that to break them, is to some how destroy the character. People are allowed to want more for a character in a franchise that is not afraid to change up their characters. For better or even somtimes for worse, not everything will go well (Bayverse COUGH) but its a different take. And there is a reason some ppl prefer these things that are not aligned with the norm. because its different.

Tdlr

Yes Starscream can be evil, and that's ok. But wanting some change ina a franchise where these characters have seen so many changes in design, character, personality and backstroy. It is also vaild to want to see Starscream take into those changes and commit to them. He doesn't have to be a super ubber sweetheart, but it be nice for him to be a lil better and be able to come around like other cons do.