#AT LEAST. we're not the only fucked up ones

[attabxy]

SFW Headcanons — E. Campbell

Pairing: Erik Campbell X Reader (romantic, gender-neutral).

Media: Final Destination Bloodlines.

Content Warning(s): Tattoos and piercings, Erik being a really good significant other, mentions of alcohol and drug use (marijuana).

(Author's Note: That's it, you guys are actually fucking nuts [but in the best way]! We're almost at 200 hits on the NSFW headcanons for Erik, and I couldn't be more grateful that you guys love them! Since you guys enjoy those so much, I have SFW headcanons that I hope you guys will like)!

You know how people can look at someone and think, 'That's the person I'm going to marry?'

Erik didn't do that, instead he thought, 'That's the person I'm making a playlist for.'

If there's a six love language, it's making a playlist for someone.

With that being said, Erik's love language is either physical touch or gift giving.

He's never going to admit it, but he's clingy and needs a hand on you at all times.

Arm wrapped around your shoulders, chin resting on your head or shoulder, hand on your ass.

He won't admit it, but he turns into mush when you trace his tattoos.

The action make him feel so loved, especially because he probably got some of them and regrets them.

If you have tattoos, scars, anything that can be considered "imperfections," he's tracing them and committing them to memory.

On a scale of one to ten, PDA is past ten and broke through the ceiling.

Erik's not afraid to touch and kiss you in public. He's so proud that he's dating you and he wants to brag about it in any way he can.

Of course, if you aren't comfortable with PDA, he's going to dial it back.

You wouldn't expect it, but he's a gentleman. Behind that cold and tatted exterior is a guy who knows his manners.

He's not doing the whole nine yards, but he's holding the door open for you and is making sure you're comfortable.

He gives small gifts; tattoo artists don't make a lot of money, so he's working with what he's got.

He's making a playlist for you because you liked a few of his songs, he took you out to the park because you mentioned one time that it's beautiful this time of year, he got you that thing you saw window shopping because it reminded you of a nostalgic memory.

He's not giving you high-end gifts, but he's making sure the gifts are meaningful.

I'm only 200% sure that Erik knows how to burn CDs and make cassette tapes, so expect physical media to be given to you at random.

Off topic, but Erik prefers physical media over digital.

Guys, I know this is gonna be controversial, but he won't get your name tattooed.

He's an idiot, but not that much of an idiot. However, he will get something related to you tattooed. Favorite flower, bird, obscure movie you really like? Bzzzzz (that's the sound of the tattoo gun).

Will get a piercing if you said he would look good with it. Remember that off-handed comment you said about how a tongue piercing would suit him? Guess what he got the next day.

He's more than happy to give you a tattoo or piercing you want. Seriously, he will spend all day sketching a design that he's not going to stop on until it's absolutely perfect.

After the stencil is done, his attention is solely on you and getting the tattoo done, even if it means losing clients.

He's gonna make sure the piercing you want is perfectly lined up and suits your anatomy. You'd think he was a surgeon with how precise he is.

Erik drinks socially, but he smokes recreationally.

If he's with friends or family, he'll have a beer or two, but he won't drink if it's just him.

Weed is different, however. He will smoke it regardless of social setting.

Of course, Erik will always ask you if he can smoke beforehand. He knows that it smells terrible, and would rather go a few hours without a hit than be an asshole and stink up the entire place.

And if you don't want him to smoke at least in the house, he won't even go outside to smoke. Weed smells terrible and sticks to you like white on rice, so he's not going to bring it back in the house.

How does Libby know this? Hehehehe- Don't do drugs.

I just had a thought: Erik X Weed Dealer (Y/N). It's just an idea, buuuuuut-

Oh yeah, asshole exterior? Completely gone when with you. Doesn't even try to keep his exterior to save face, the only opinion he cares about is yours.

He's jealous of himself that he pulled you, so you're damn right he's gonna make sure that you and everyone knows. He's also so proud of you for existing, and as much as people around him won't believe, his true and authentic self is around you.

(Author's Note: So, thank you all so much for the reblogs and likes on the NSFW headcanons. That was my first time writing in-depth smut, and it got such a good reception that I was inspired to write SFW headcanons! My requests are open for headcanons, so if you guys want to see more specific headcanons, let me know! I don't know if this interests anybody, but I just got a Volkswagen Beetle named Murphy [if you can guess who it's named after, I love you] and he only had a cassette and CD player. That came to be the inspiration for Erik making you CDs and cassette tapes, because I would like Erik to make me a mixtape for my car.

Signing off for now,

-Libby)

[mychlapci]

Someone made a point that TFP Opti's absolutely minuscule waist and hips (esp in comparison to anyone else) would not be very breedable and not so for carrying (if we're going stomach route type).

Okay true but what If I want him to suffer!! Squirm on a big ass virile Spike and get stupidly full in just one round already!! Struggle with his expanding middle, bonus if it's more than one newspark!! His form irrevocably changed to be less of that fit slim warrior type to a more plump carrier type (he's still kicking ass but now he'll have to adapt how heavy he is now... also whoever he's fighting would just be distracted on resisting the urge to ask him to sit on them or take a sip from his tits or let them put another baby in him!!)

And then the birth itself 🤤🤤 especially his first one, struggling so much just to push, not really knowing what to do beyond that, (ooh now I'm also thinking if it was eggs...) contractions hit harddd and bcs I just looove making him give birth in dire & inconvenient circumstances that he can't even have the option for a C-section or more (or any) painkillers!! He's leaking all over: optics, waste ports, tits, valve. He's desperately trying to spread his valve with his servos, begging to the sparkling/egg to oh please come out already? Won't you please be good to mommy and let me meet you?

OR anticipating the very painful birth ratchet did a pre measure of like adding to his emergence protocols to activate pleasure sensors instead of pain . Opti now feeling every inch every caliper being nudged away and slid over by his sparkling as it makes it way and OOPS ratchet didn't take into account just how pleasurable it'd be for OP (every other carriers never built up that much charge; their forms usually already more plumper than Prime's so the birth wouldn't be painful as his would ) as the large amounts of pain he would've been in gets converted to a sensation that rivals how he got sparked in the first place!! He's overloading just from feeling his sparkling going through the channel but UhOh that overload squeezed 'em right back in him!! He'll need to hold his charge for every one coming out!! It was a very long birthing but hey at least with how gaping his valve turned out it'll make his next batch easier.

(bonus: matrix resealing him instead after the whole ordeal but still keeping his new frame because Primus just be that freaky. Only way to avoid the reseal is if someone immediately fucked Opti and get him sparked again as soon as the last one's out.)

so true so trueeee all of this. tfp optimus' itty bitty waist being too impractical for pregnancy is the whole point!! maybe him suffer!! make him squirt!! i wanna see him trembling through overload after overload because the baby's stretching his tight little valve too well!

[skibasyndrome]

for the soft smut prompt what if i told you “do you want to take it off of me?” + 🎀wille🎀

Marti-Mausssss, thank you so much for the prompt and I'm SO sorry that I made you wait so long for 🎀her🎀, I've been lacking inspiration and dkgahlkdf if we're honest with ourselves... this one only exists because YOU sent the inspiring insta-post (tshirt with a frog and the words "trans rights"), so. Well. Have my humble and very belated offering of our beautiful transfemme Wille <3 I hope you guys enjoy reading!!!

cw: very mildly nsfw. mostly just. simp-y simon

Most of the time, Simon really doesn't mind that Wille is taller than him. He loves the way some of her dresses make her look like she's all legs, he loves that, by now, she's confident enough, sure enough of herself and who she is to even occasionally bring out some heels. The one time, the only time, he feels a twinge of regret, a stupid and irrational thought that makes him want to shake his head at himself, is when, some mornings, beautiful and naked and in search of a piece of clothing to quickly throw on, Wille doesn't, can't, grab one of Simon's shirts off the pile-chair in their bedroom.

It's fine, of course, it's perfectly okay. Wille doesn't need his girlfriend to wear his clothes. She's wonderful in and out of whatever clothes she wants. And it's not like there was a lot of clothes sharing back in the day, when they were closer in their style of clothing. At least not in that direction. Simon still keeps some of Wille's old sweaters in his dresser. Even wear them, sometimes. But like clockwork the thought returns, quiet and easy to stamp down but still kind of annoying. If he were just little bigger, a little taller, he could watch Wille slip on one of his t-shirts in the morning. Whenever he allows himself to bask in the fantasy, he feels a twinge of wants deep in his abdomen. And then he shakes himself out of it. So when, one fateful Friday evening, he comes home from class to find Wille on their sofa, book in hand, reading glasses on and- wearing an oversized t-shirt that he's never seen in her before, he stops in his tracks. Wille, seemingly unaware of Simon being dragged through all nine circles of hell at the same time, looks up from her book, dazzling smile and floppy bangs framing her face. She puts the book down, stretches her arms, then her legs, and legs they are, bare and somehow looking even longer when the fabric of the shirt slides up her thighs. Simon swallows hard, tells himself to fucking breathe, oh my god, and tries to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. "Hi," he says, and must be failing spectacularly at acting normal. Wille tilts her head to the side a little, eyebrow raised, but deems it better not to ask. She meets him in the doorway of their living room, putting her arms on his shoulders and a sweet and short nice-to-have-you-back-home kiss on his lips and for a moment, way too short and way too fleeting, he gets to run his hands down over her, soft thick fabric and back and waist and hips underneath. She's gone as quickly as she has appeared in front of him, telling Simon to come help with dinner as soon as he's done in the shower. Simon just stays there, for another minute, until his knees are stable enough and his brain isn't just Wille, shirt, thighs, legs, Wille anymore. Simon makes it about five minutes through dinner prep until she calls him out on it. He really thought he was being very casual, has only looked once or twice and tried very hard not to get stuck on that spot there, mid-thigh, where the hem of the dark graphic tee ends and the endless expanse of Wille's pale skin begins, but- okay, yeah. He has to lift his head from staring when Wille says his name.

"Something is up with you," she says, putting down the carrot she was in the process of peeling. It isn't an accusation, not even a question. A simple statement, because she knows him. Simon stares down at the salad bowl in front of him and wills his cheeks to stop burning. He needs to get it the fuck together, he knows what she looks like naked, she's seen her in tiny little lingerie, how the fuck is this t-shirt making him sweat. "Don't know what you're talking about," he lies, pointedly casual, moving the chopped olives into the bowl. And of course she doesn't buy it. "Liar," she says, still painfully matter-of-fact about seeing right through his bullshit. When Simon doesn't react, he suddenly feels a poke in the side of his ribcage. He yelps in surprise, moving away from her tickling. When he looks over to her again, readying himself to fight back should she decide to unleash her full wrath on him, he finds Wille throwing him an exaggerated pout, all puppy eyes and plush bottom lip. And that is somehow worse. "You're being weird," she whines, dragging out the words. Simon has always fashioned himself fairly strong, but when she shuffles closer, chest against his, arms over his shoulders again, Simon thinks he's going to die. She's got him cornered, kitchen counter against his ass - and thank fuck, because his knees feel funny again - and the full length of Wille's body pressed against his front. As if on autopilot, his arms close around here, fingers dipping down to play with the hem of the shirt, brushing up against the back of her thighs. He is done for. He lets out a long groan, hoping that will give him the time to find something normal to say. Something normal and less weird than that she looks small, which she isn't, never is, but especially not when she's towering over him, pressing him against the kitchen counter, and that he's feeling all kinds of stupid, silly ways about the illusion. So, "your shirt", he says. And leaves Wille looking even more confused for a moment.

"My shirt?" she asks, her frown slowly melting into a smile and something that looks suspiciously like recognition. Simon simply nods, feeling caught and silly and still so stupidly, stupidly into her. Because there's nothing to lose and everything to gain, he slips his hands under the fabric, slowly, so she can stop him if she isn't interested. She doesn't, so he slides his fingers higher up, over the soft curve of her ass and the warm silky fabric of her panties, the lace-y hem. All the while, the heavy cotton pools on top of his wrists. Briefly, he wonders if he's got the upper body strength to haul her onto the counter so he can lift the shirt and suck on her nipples. He's afraid he doesn't. But Wille's expression has changed, shifted, no more confusion, just... mild amusement, and some understanding, Simon thinks. "Looks good," he says with a shrug that cannot possibly look casual, and notices that he's definitely sounding a little breathless. And Wille's proximity, the way she's unapologetically continuing to press her hips against his, is definitely not helping. Wille lets her eyes trail over his face, drops them down to his lips. She bites her own, suppressing a grin. "You think so?" Oh, and she is definitely pushing her hips against Simon's. He wonders if she can already feel that he's half-hard, pressed against her thigh, sweatpants and t-shirt between them. He swallows hard, daring to dip his fingers under the waistband of her panties. He runs them over the indents of the lace on her skin, a little bumpy and delicate and god, does he want to sink to his knees and traces them, all around her hips, with his tongue.

"Yeah," he answers. "Very." Which is still an understatement, but it's all he's got right now. Wille is losing the battle against her wide grin, releasing her bottom lip, sinking her fingers into Simon's hair. She leans in, down, bumping her nose against Simon's. If he doesn't get to kiss her right this fucking second, he's going to combust. But Wille is set on destroying him, ruining him, making him weaker than he already is. When Simon tries to lean forward, tries to finally kiss her, she pulls back, just far enough to make her point, all smiley, bright eyes and crooked teeth. Simon only pleadingly digs his fingertips into the squish of her ass. When she leans back in she goes right for Simon's neck, presses a burning kiss to the side of it, trails the tip of her nose along his skin, up, until she's right by his ear. He shivers involuntarily, get bolder, cups both of her ass cheeks in his hands and digs his fingers in. There's just a small hitch in her breath, but she's close enough for Simon to hear it. Close enough for his mind to run wild, wondering if he can get her to keep the shirt on while she's riding him, if he can pull her closer by all that fabric, lift it up in between to flick a thumb over her nipple, make her writhe and shiver and moan and- "Do you want to take it off of me, then?" She nuzzles into the side of his neck. "My panties, too?" Or that. Or anything. Fuck. Simon's knees are still weak when he stumbles after Wille, lets her drag him back to their bedroom.

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[sage-nebula]

The part towards the end with Orio explaining that her grief over Friede is why she won't fly again (even though she really shouldn't have had to explain it) was very nice, because at least someone in this damn show misses him. But at the same time, the kids being like, "I feel like he's with us! He's not really gone! We're doing what he would want!" . . . while it's true they are doing what he would want, the whole "he doesn't feel gone, he's with us" would feel a lot more true if he was actually ever fucking mentioned in the show at all prior to this episode. The most we got was Cap wearing Friede's goggles, and Liko having flashbacks in the first two episodes. After that it was completely dropped. I mean, we haven't even revisited this:

You'd think other characters acknowledging that Liko is canonically a stepford smiler would come up in relation to the very real trauma she suffered at the end of the previous arc (and how out of anyone aside from Orio she has the most reason to feel survivor's guilt) but nope! Because all of her problems were solved when she decided to adventure again. We get one more flashback in the following episode with the Steelix and then it's all better and resolved because Pagogo has awoken. (And I'm still just like . . . why do all that build-up of Pagogo not coming out of its ball for a year just to resolve it that quickly. I have no idea what they were thinking with that.)

I don't know man, the explanation that the reason they're not showing any grief or PTSD at all is because "he's still with us actually! :D" when there has been no evidence of that aside from Cap wearing Friede's goggles just isn't it. It falls flat. You have to actually show your characters grieving, or making the decision to set their grief aside from the time being to move on with what their deceased loved one would want, in order for it to have weight. I'm not saying we needed multiple episodes of the kids sobbing into their pillows at night, but having them agree to the journey again because it's what Friede would do before this moment? Talking about Friede with Mollie and Murdock (mentioning his name only in a flashback doesn't count)? Maybe Roy telling Liko about how he and Cap struggled to find a rhythm together at first? Liko asking herself what Friede would do next as she makes her decisions? Something, anything, to show that they actually were carrying Friede with them, because honestly their whole "this is what Friede would want he's not gone!" almost feels like an excuse considering we haven't actually seen that from them at all.

It just kills me because the writing was so peak before this. And I was really excited for the timeskip, even with my trepidation about how Roy and Cap were positioned in marketing (which ended up being proven correct 🙃). I don't know what went wrong in the writers' room, but it sucks, man. It truly does.

[milk-is-stable]

The Grape Depression

Sick Day Rewatch requested by @afoxnamedmulder I'm sick! send me a longform to watch and I'll make a commentary/headcanon post about it! (using the tag #sfth liveblog, so that's what to blacklist if you don't want your dash taken up by this)

Pre-watch thoughts: I actually rewatched part of this yesterday to more closely examine the relationship dynamics between Maria and Pinocchio, but I skipped the first scene with Luke and AJ, so I'm going to go back and watch that, then skip back to where I was.

Liveblogging:

AJ immediately taking the opportunity to sing, and thus being the one to make this an Italian setting, and Luke matching that immediately with the accent and name choice for Don Vincenzio

They set up a dynamic so quickly, between Luke's nervous demeanor and AJ leaning on old mobster tropes, they instantly create a very believable scene, it's quite impressive.

AJ's back and forth between sinister and silly is both very funny and adds a lot of drama.....aaaand now we have confused-J, welcome to the chat, sir.

HERE COME MY CHILDREN. Tom instantly going for the 'pathetically adorable' angle, while Sam does his best to bring some conflict into the story. "I'm sure he won't ask for anything in return." Tom: hang on fuck the story, I need to roast AJ with my english degree for a minute

"Oh, we're committing to the Pinocchio thing??" Sam you're the one who couldn't think of any Italian names besides Pinocchio. "I'm not clear, so make a decision!" "Geppetto, how was it with the Don?" great, decision made. this story is now a sequel to Pinocchio.

They spend about three minutes trying to figure out what the hell that actually entails, but they get there in the end.

AJ: wow, a wooden boy. Tom: no no, I'm flesh now. AJ: wait....hang on, um....you know what, fuck it, tragic backstory time. Sam: MY TIME HAS COME. Tom: You know what, I'm not done roasting AJ about the benevolent thing.

Tom: hang on, let's add some more stakes and establish a good relationship with the villain and then imply that the puppet thing won't work, laying the groundwork for him to take me from my family - *mishears AJ* - WHAT that was amazing, say that again

You-know-cchio....

(this interaction is a huge basis for my Maria vs the Don headcanon, Sam does such a good job of acting uncomfortable around AJ here)

Sam: Hang on, I haven't gotten to be FABULOUS in a minute. Tom: I'LL HELP

Sam: You've built another boy? AJ: MY TIME HAS COME!

Sam: let's make this high stakes! Make it darker! Luke: Are you sure? Sam: OH YEAH Luke: Ok! *brings the big emotion*

One of the reasons I like this one a lot is that the plot is so tight. They are all working perfectly off each other to slowly escalate the stakes and bring drama and emotion, while also being very funny while doing it (you-know-cchio, tom's inability to walk, everything about alessandra, it's all so funny and yet the story beats are all Spot On)

Honestly, the audience awwwws so much with the Don and Pinocchio, but one of the things that my drama-loving heart likes to latch onto is that the only reason Pinocchio is so sweet and friendly with him is that he doesn't know how sinister the Don is, he doesn't know how he threatens his father and makes everyone uncomfortable, he never finds out what Maria did to him, he's an incredibly naive character. Which is cute, sure, and plays great to the crowd, but it opens the door for a lot of angst and drama in the realm of transformative work (which is exactly what I'm doing with the fic I've started writing)

Tom: I feel weak. I feel like something is draining me. I feel like someone is taking my life force- IS IT CLEAR WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME YET? (I love this scene, it's so funny but also Luke and Sam are bringing the Big Emotions for it too)

"I can't wait to see Him and the Don meet together and have a lovely bonding moment as father and son" -AT LEAST A ONE MINUTE MONOLOGUE, PLEASE!

"Oh, that's fucking dark" bro you're the one who brought in the "Pinocchio has to die for this to work" plot line

Oscar for AJ for this scene.

Sam: "I can't tell if you're having memories, a flashback, THIS puppet talking, or if there's some kind of psychic connection." Tom: (oh ffs) REMEMBER ME if something ever happens! (is that clear now, you prick?)

Sam: I killed my brother for nothing...I sacrificed my...hey, are you paying attention, that should shock you...oh ok i guess we're done here now

Tom: MY TIME HAS COME NOW! Time to wrap everything up in a nice tidy bow! AJ, Sam, & Luke: fully prepared to have an emotionally fraught argument over who gets to take Pinocchio now that he's alive Tom: Look we have to finish the show in five minutes (/ref), just let me have this, ok?

And scene! I love this one, every time I rewatch it it's reaffirmed as one of my favorites. Great character work, great jokes, great story structure, great chemistry and teasing between the guys, this one has it all!

[mel-loly]

Hi Mel! How are you doing today?

I wanted to ask about RPG!Axel, it seems like he has some pretty big scars on his stomach, and those scars aren't on the main universe's Axel. What caused them?

Also, sorry to put two questions under one ask, but what are some differences between the main universe's Axel and RPG!Axel that you like? Mainly about their designs, though if you want to talk about other stuff feel free to :]

Oh! HIII PULIM!!!! SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU HERE!!! And I'm doing well, not so much, but at least I'm moving forward! Also, I missed so much you buddy! :3

SO..... About the scars he has on his stomach, well, I don't know if I can consider that "canon" in his RPG version (because I always change my mind) but.... There was a time when RPG!Axel and his clan were having a war against the angels, and... Well.. To explain better (and also for you to draw your own conclusions), I'll tell you a bit about how it happened! [↓]

“It’s too much for me, but I don’t want to admit it”

Axel staggered.

The golden wings had torn through the sides of his stomach once again, right where an old wound already throbbed.

The pain was unbearable. But more than that… it was disrespectful.. A slap in the face, a pure insult from the seraphim...

And Axel wasn’t going to let it slide..

—You son of a bitch… –he muttered, breath short and voice trembling, pain blooming like fire in his gut.– They say we're ungrateful, rude, the worst of the worst... But you, calling yourselves “angels,” “seraphim,” “gods”, you’re so much less fair than us when it comes to battle!

—We’re not unfair. We only give the punishment that’s necessary...

—I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT PUNISHMENT, YOUR SHIT! –Axel roared, fury rising above pain.– IF YOU WANT “PEACE” SO BADLY, GO LOOK FOR IT SOMEWHERE ELSE! THIS IS OUR LAND! NOT YOURS!

—This land doesn’t belong to you. It doesn’t belong to us either. –the seraphim answered, voice unshaken.– No clan, no group, no being rules over this place. You think you do... but you don’t.. No one does!

Axel laughed, but it came out broken.. More of a cough than a chuckle... His knees shook.

—My god... how can you all be so… so damn stupid….?

His voice cracked into a fit of coughing.. Blood... Warm and sharp in his mouth..

He stared down at his hand, stained dark red... The dizziness crept in like a fog.

—Might be a good idea to back down now. –the seraphim said quietly.– Or you’ll die here.

—Die...? — Axel whispered, his voice was quiet now.. He was too tired for rage...

He looked up and the seraphim was standing right in front of him..

So close...

Close enough for Axel to truly see him for the first time. That face... Those eyes.. The strange, quiet beauty. Something about him… pulled at Axel’s attention.

He smirked weakly, sarcastic despite everything.

—Before you try to kill me... mind answering a question?

—Let me guess –the seraphim said with a calm smile.– It’s about my blue eyes?

—....Yes..? –Axel blinked, honestly surprised.

—They’re blue because I’m not an ordinary god. –The seraphim’s wings unfolded, surrounding them like a golden veil.– I’m the Seraphim God of the Moon.

A soft light flickered through Axel’s hair. Something stirred in him, a shift, a vision. And then... he saw them...

Those eyes......

Truly saw them... Deep, bright, impossibly beautiful.....

—You’re one of the strongest... –he murmured.– Why haven’t you killed me yet..?

—I don’t kill people, Axel.. Unlike you, I think about consequences.

Axel didn't even pay attention to his name being said (without even the seraph knowing him), he just tried to laugh again, but blood came instead.. He coughed hard, barely able to stand. (He was very tired, he had already fought a lot that day and all week..)

—Shit...!

—I can heal you –the seraphim offered gently.

—NO! –Axel snapped, stepping back, panting.– I don’t trust “things” like you! So don’t you dare talk to me about healing, idiot...

—You’re barely breathing.. You’re losing too much blood... You really want to keep going like this..? –His eyes stayed calm... Steady..– I just want to heal you... Nothing more..

—I... I can take it..... –Axel gritted his teeth, coughing again.– Damn it...!

Desperate not to collapse in front of the enemy, he tried to bargain.

—Look... I won’t let myself be humiliated in front of my clan.. So just give me one more mark and......

He didn’t even finish the sentence and two more cuts slashed across the same place. The pain was unbearable.

Axel screamed.

Blood poured from his body like a waterfall.. His clothes soaked... He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t even cough anymore.. His vision blurred, darkness pressed in...

But still, he didn’t fall.

The seraphim stared at him, silent... and strangely impressed..

(“This man... he’s unbelievably strong.”)

That level of willpower.. it wasn’t just rare. It was remarkable.

The seraphim let out a slow breath.

—I’m sorry.. But you... you fascinate me.. I can’t kill you...

—...What....? –Axel tried to say something.

But then arms wrapped around him. And light. A strange kind of pain began to burn in his chest, not destructive, but healing.. It felt like his insides were being rebuilt...

But even that was too much, his body gave out.. He collapsed...

Unconscious.. In the arms of the very being meant to end him... In the arms of one of the strongest seraphim that ever walked this earth..

And well, I'll stop here BUT If you want me to continue with this lore, please tell me!!! I'd would love to tell you the rest and everything!! (also, I really tried HARD to do this here😭 and with the help of a writing teacher of mine, I'm now improving in stories and writing!!! that's why I tried to do my best here, just like I try to do my best in the notebook :])

ALSO- I REALLY like this version of him precisely because he is a little bit “contrary” to canon Axel. Like his design for example, the height of canon Axel is 168 cm, while this version is 183 cm, and this is very funny because it involves a desire of mine since 2020/2021, like: I'm short (really, in this case, not so much, but I consider short), and over the years I've developed a desire to be taller. Axel is short because of me, and in this version he is (more or less) tall because it is my wish, just like Mel-Loly is my “dream self”!

And not only that, his eyes are also swapped with David's, whose design I haven't shown (YET) but which has the same color as canon Axel's eyes.

His ability is also swapped, while canon Axel's is fully controllable (only when he truly transforms does he kind of lose control, but normally it works fine), the RPG!Axel is totally uncontrollable and contrary to a magic that “would help more than it would hinder”!

In addition to his personality also being a little different, canon Axel is not aggressive, just “closed off/in his own”, he doesn’t have the tone of hurting/confronting anyone with rudeness like RPG!Axel has, just with “EQUALITY”.

And yeah, several things that show RPG!Axel being the opposite of canon Axel make me find it funny and kind of like him too, even because canon Axel is ONE of my favorite characters/ocs (of mine), that's why I chose him for this version! :]

THANK YOU SO AND SO MUCH FOR THE ASK, PULIM!!!!!! You are the best, really!!!!🥺�� Also, hope I've answered your question and, if you/anyone want to send me more questions about RPG!Axel or any of my OCs, please feel free!! :D

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[rocketbirdie]

face value

[peace-hunter]

For the haunted au I had an devilish little thought. Has Optimus ever had a really bad time and when the primes try to give him advice he just shouts "you guy's FAILED!" Like for all their wisdom they couldn't beat the quintisons or see Sentinels betrayal coming?

He feels bad but in his spark he wishes HE didn't have to do what THEY couldn't.

absolutely evil thought that was inflicted upon me months ago and that i finally get to inflict upon the rest of y'all OTL

i can see it happening with the caveat that he immediately regrets saying it. but it's too late. it's the kind of thing you say in the heat of the moment and then feel the ground drop under your feet because you never meant to say it out loud. but now it's out there and you can never unsay it.

it's just. a bad situation all around :(

haunted au

[deoidesign]

One of my first digital pieces (2010) versus one of my recent ones (2024)

We all start somewhere!

[hella1975]

when ur local artist mutual starts the 'This Time i really have lost the ability to do my art and it's Not coming back' that is of course untrue and it will come back and their insecurity is getting the better of them etc etc. not me tho i really have lost it forever

[effei-s]

THE BACKPEDALING, THE BACKPEDALING AAAAAAAAAAA

a) mafi trying to disown the plot SHE WROTE is kinda hilarious, I'm not gonna lie.

b) i was saying it from the very beginning: andersette would be too powerful together that's why mafi had to make them both stupid af to make that shitty ending happen lol.

*power of love my ass*

c) 'we'd be all puppets of the RE'...

first of all, BITCH WHO'S WE????????????

second of all, bold of kenji to assume re would even exist. anderson would literally burn that shit to the ground to protect juliette (and also because everyone there is fucking annoying).

and last but not least, what all of you would be is fucking dead.

p.s.: btw, 'i hate this story' so like... are they just regularly sit around and talk about it? why even bring it up? it's been ten years, daddy dearest is long dead. let it go.

[snaggletoothedbastard]

sometimes i wonder if i'm being harsh when i say cis people are weird and then i remember that my (now very ex) best friend genuinely seemed to think i could just therapy my way out of being trans

[citrusinicake]

hashtag voted

voted all the makabayan ppl plus the independents, ik they wont win against the duterte worshippers but heres to hoping im proven wrong

[whoslaurapalmer]

the adult horror conversation with yourself of 'i could have tortillas with dinner tonight. i just had tortillas the other day. that's okay. i can, in fact, have tortillas again! i am putting a different filling in them! but if i have these tortillas, i will have a total of six tortillas left in the freezer. eventually i will have to buy more tortillas. by god, girl, you are allowed to eat the things you have in the freezer, instead of feeling like you have to save them for some potential eventuality so you don't run out of them, and like, what situation are you even imagining where the tortillas would be better to have later instead of for this particular dinner??? if you keep feeling like you have to save them for Something you will just not eat the tortillas!! eventually EVERYTHING runs out and you have to buy more of them!! that is the way the world works!! you are allowed to not have things aggressively stockpiled, except for like, tissues, but that was a purchasing incident on mom's card while she was still here, so you just happen to have, a bizarre amount of tissue boxes. AND WHILE YOUR FINANCES ARE STILL BIG RED QUESTION MARKS, YOU CAN, IN FACT, AFFORD TO GO BUY MORE TORTILLAS IF YOU FUCKING WANT TO!!! YOU GET THE STREET TACO SIZE AND THEY'RE LIKE $2.99!!!!! AND WHEN DID YOU EVEN BUY THESE TORTILLAS, HUH???????? YOU DON'T KNOW, DO YOU???? WHICH MEANS YOU HAVE GONE THROUGH THE TORTILLAS AT AN ACCEPTABLE PACE!! WHATEVER THE HELL THAT SENTENCE MEANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

anyway i'm eating the tortillas. or i mean they're on the counter defrosting while i have some chicken toasting in the toaster oven

[ravencromwell]

The poem evokes human greatness and human vulnerability. People are “godlike” in their courage and skill, but even the greatest mortals fall and clutch the dust between their bloody fingers. The beautiful word minunthadios , “short-lived,” is used of both Achilles and Hector, and applies to all of us. We die too soon, and there is no adequate recompense for the terrible, inevitable loss of life. Yet through poetry, the words, actions, and feelings of some long-ago brief lives may be remembered even three thousand years later.

--Emily Wilson's introduction to the Iliad

[comradesummers]

watching some of the opera adaptations of the orpheus and eurydice story for a paper, and can i just say, giving it a happy ending is for cowards only. this is opera for god's sake! how are you not committing to the angst? christoph willibald gluck this is a callout post