#BECAUSE OF COURSE HE DOES

[garkgatiss]

do you ever think about moff's preoccupation with the multiple facets of john watson (my husband is three people, the tfp three garridebs game) and sherlock's fascination with/inability to synthesize them (good samaritan/bad samaritan) and then realize that he introduced a new companion in doctor who (who is addicted to danger and wears a leather jacket and is a terrible girlfriend bc of her obsession with the doctor and) as literally three different people in different times/planets and had the doctor fixate on how she was possible and that was just the arc of the first season she appeared in.

[cawcawbeech]

I somehow managed to The-Bastard-of-the-Barrel-ize your Perry the Platypus... Dont ask why the latter two exist, you dont want to know.

[revenantlore]

. WIP introduction .

a neon bloodlust spin-off / sequel

In the shadowy outskirts of Nocturna City, Vega Esperon earns his living by sentencing people to an early grave. His latest assignment from the syndicate narrows a target over the head of Prism Nightingale, the owner of Club Bloodlust and leader of the vampire coven nesting within its walls.

Vega is quick to discover that he is not alone in his pursuit of Prism: 86, a rival hitman with a cybernetic arm and fragmented memories, is always one step ahead, complicating Vega’s mission and temporarily redirecting his mark to 86.

Whatever it takes to keep Prism his.

Their rivalry takes an unexpected turn when they learn Prism is seeking the location of a technological artifact known only as The Ruby, an item said to contain the power to amplify Prism’s hypnotic abilities and potential to enslave both vampires and humans.

Faced with a common enemy and the looming threat of The Ruby falling into the wrong—or any—hands, Vega and 86 form a reluctant alliance. Together, they embark on a perilous espionage to infiltrate Club Bloodlust, navigate its bloodthirsty thralls, and uncover the truth behind The Ruby’s location.

As they navigate the perilous world of vampires and technology, Vega and 86 find themselves drawn to each other in unexpected ways, but will it withstand the challenges ahead once The Ruby is secured and their focus returns to eliminating Prism?

[more details on vega and 86 to come]

@winterandwords and @indecentpause probably want to know about this

[groovygladiatorsheep]

By the way I have no idea what to post utmv wise ; my mind keeps switching back and forth between ideas and different fandoms…

So !! Say if you’d like something specific from me in terms of au or themes or Sanses or- under this post if you’d like ? Would motivate me !

[hellcheerficdatabase]

Of Dio, Billy Joel and Vandalism

Author: @shroomystar

Rating/Warning: Teen and up audience

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description:

No, it’s loopy, pretty handwriting, with the is dotted with little hearts. Eddie blinks again.

Don’t vandalize the desk.

Tags: Alternate Universe- canon divergence, pen pals, on the desk, pining, a LOT of pining, this is one of my favs, how come I forgot to recommend it earlier!?, hurt/comfort, Eddie writes on desks, because of course he does, fluff, Eddie POV, one-shot, status: Completed

[freaking-jeepers]

does anyone else have any really specific yet really unnecessary headcannons for 4town? like... here, i'll go first.

no matter what, robaire always sneezes four times. ALWAYS.

[rainystressed247]

Bunny! But deadly :)

Yes, it is the compulsory missing rivals hours :(

[wistrea]

@iedolon sent: [ sms : 키라 🐦‍⬛💟 ] — are you asleep ... [ sms : 키라 🐦‍⬛💟 ] — i have the company car (=ↀωↀ=)

[ sms : phel ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ☾  ] not anymore (¬_¬) [ sms : phel ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ☾  ] ... and what do you plan to do with the company car, aphelios? [ sms : phel ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ☾  ] wait JOYRIDE TIME? DRIVE FASTER, GET OVER HERE [ sms : phel ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ☾  ] if they catch us, i'm blaming you and taking your spot in heartsteel, i hope you know.

[itsnotgray]

“you just like edmonton-“

WELL FUCKING OF COURSE HE DOES, HE’S A FRANCHISE ICON

[wanderingjedihistorian]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bant Eerin & Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bant Eerin, Kit Fisto, Qid Proko, Original Sea Monster Character Additional Tags: Obi-Wan Kenobi befriends a giant sea monster, Jedi Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Initiate Bant Eerin, Swimming with a sea monster, Obi-Wan keeps bringing Big Jim new friends, It's all very sweet and wholesome, Bant is an adorably pragmatic child, Bant has Opinions on the state of the water that Big Jim lives in Series: Part 4 of The Chronicles of Big Jim Summary: Cautiously, Bant and Qid joined them in the water. *Little Sun, she looks like a fish!* Big Jim declared. Obi-Wan shook his head frantically. *No! She’s not a fish, she’s a friend!!* Big Jim tilted his head to the side. *She still looks like a fish.*

[constantcrisis19]

Party Animal - Part 4

Billy Hargrove x GN S/O

Word Count: 2,003

Main Page

Warnings: Panic attack, violence

You had just finished the last of your drink when Billy had reemerged and, although he looked a bit calmer now, he still had an unsettling aura as he prowled across the dance floor, his loyal fans still obediently following him like lost ducklings. 

You watched as the blond approached the shirtless guy who was still passing out drinks, the other teen practically tripping over himself at having Billy’s full attention. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you saw the drink distributor scan over the crowd before making eye contact with you.

Your grip on your plastic cup tightened until it creaked threateningly when he proceeded to give you a wide grin before nudging Billy and pointing in your direction. Your spine snapped ramrod straight as Billy turned, his lips quirking up into a smile upon spotting you, and your gaze quickly darted around, looking for some kind of escape. 

Unfortunately for you, Billy had already ditched the shirtless teen that he’d been talking to and was making his way through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor towards where you were currently lurking with his trademark grin. 

“Hey gorgeous, need a refill?” He asked once he was within hearing range, his voice still somehow managing to be saccharine sweet even despite the blond having to raise his voice in order to be heard over the nearly deafening music. 

You leaned to the side in order to look over his shoulder, nervously staring at the group that had been occupying themselves with following Billy around, the crowd of teens now loitering at his back as they took turns giving you dirty looks.

Billy followed your uncomfortable gaze to the teen lingering behind him and you saw one of Billy’s hands twitch, his fingers jerking wildly -almost as if the motion was involuntary- out of your peripheral vision before his handsome face twisted up into a sneer.

“Get lost.” He snapped and the group obediently scrambled to make themselves scarce, Billy waiting until they were all out of sight before turning his attention back to you. “Sorry about that.” He stated, rearranging his features into an easy grin before offering you one of his hands, palm up.

You stared at the limb uncomprehendingly, unsure of what he wanted since the only thing you were carrying was your empty cup, and you didn’t think that he was offering to throw it away. Though, you must’ve taken too long, because Billy’s expression did something strange before he seemingly collected himself and took your cup from your lax grip, tossing it aside and grabbing your wrist. 

“Come on.” Billy said encouragingly as he used his death grip around your wrist to tow you out onto the packed dance floor. Before you could react, the crowd was already swallowing you up, the moving bodies forcing you closer to Billy’s back lest you get separated. 

Once Billy reached a spot that he was pleased with, he turned around to face you, keeping his grip on your wrist as he began to bounce in time with the deep bass pounding through the speakers. You remained stock still as bodies danced around you, the air in the room hot and suffocating, making you feel claustrophobic. 

You briefly glanced away from his intense gaze, which turned out to be a mistake since it made you keenly aware of the several guys and girls closest to you that were glaring daggers at you, like the fact that Billy was giving you the time of day somehow personally offended them. Their blatant jealousy was extremely unflattering and made you feel even worse about the whole situation.

Billy must have noticed your growing discomfort because he shifted even closer and began to move in earnest, rolling his body with purpose as the song changed to something faster. You saw him flash a grin as he loosened his grasp in order to run his hands up your arms, over your shoulders and down your sides before halting on your waist, his thumbs slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to press firmly against skin.

“You’re alright. Just focus on me.” He murmured as he leaned closer, his voice low and soothing. You let out a shaky breath, minutely relaxing into his hands and slowly beginning to sway along with the rhythm that the music set.

The only warning you got that anything was wrong was Billy’s gaze darting away from your face to stare over your shoulder, his smirk falling from his face as his eyes hardened. You startled when you felt someone come up behind you, the person rudely inviting themselves into your personal space. 

You spin around, Billy hands falling from your hips as you put your back to the blond in order to confront the guy who had decided that it was a good idea to step up behind you. Before you could get a word out, the clearly drunk teen stumbled forward, closing the distance that you had managed to put between the two of you. 

He reached out -probably in an attempt to steady himself- and caught himself on your shoulders, his head lolling forward as he slurred out some intelligible sentence, his breath reeking of liquor and vomit. You winced at his proximity and shoved at his hands, pushing them off of you and stepping further away, forcing Billy to backpedal with you, which turned out to be a mistake since the guy just tipped over without having something to brace himself against.

“Hey! Back off, shithead!” Billy snarled as he stepped out from behind you, shoving at the drunk's chest and sending him careening into the people crowded behind him. There was a commotion as he fell to the floor, the crowd closest to the confrontation forming a tight circle around you, Billy and the stranger. 

The drunk lurched back to his feet with an angry curse and the idiot -having been fueled by liquid courage- aimed a sloppy punch at Billy, who effortlessly dodged before swinging back. There were a few shouts as the blond’s knuckles slammed into the drunk’s face, not giving his opponent a chance to recover before ramming his shoulder into the other teen’s chest and rapidly landing some brutal looking kidney shots.

“Billy! Billy stop!” You shouted in an attempt to be heard over the sheer volume, but it was no use and it wasn’t long before the music cut out as the dance floor devolved into a fighting ring, the pounding bass being replaced with a cacophony of yelling. 

Your breathing picked up speed as people shoved you, forcing you further away from the center of the circle and the fight as the crowd got riled up, one girl screaming so close to you that you swore your ears popped.

You quickly gave up on trying to get Billy’s attention and instead used the ensuing chaos to push your way through the hollering mob, insults and encouragement alike filling the space until it was all just white noise. You stumbled toward the hallway leading toward the exit, ignoring the girl that checked your invitation on the way in as you practically fell through the door.

You heaved desperate breaths as you hit the cool night air, trying to keep the panic that was quickly building at bay. You shoved your hand into your pocket to dig out your keys as you unsteadily moved toward where you parked your car, wrenching the door open and falling into the driver seat as you began to hyperventilate. 

Your shaking hands fumbled the keys as you tried to shove them into the ignition, the key ring rattling as your fingers went numb and they hit the footwell between your sneakers. You curled up on the seat with a sob, your hands fisting into your hair to pull at the strands until your scalp ached.

Then there were warm hands gently brushing against your knuckles before carefully untangling your fingers from your hair, bringing your intertwined hands down to rest in your lap. You looked up through blurry vision and took note of blue eyes and a wild mane of curls and immediately realized who exactly it was who found you. 

“You’re alright. Just focus on me.” Billy whispered quietly into the silence and -unwilling to let him see you so vulnerable- you tried to pull away from him, but Billy refused to let go, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothingly over the back of your hand. 

He was crouched in front of the open door of your car, making sure that he was close enough to reassure you that you weren’t alone without being so close that his presence felt suffocating. It was oddly… thoughtful. 

You stared down at your joined hands, timing your breaths with each pass of his thumb and gradually slowing your pounding heart, focusing on his touch instead of the overwhelming need to climb out of your own skin.

“How are you feeling?” Billy asked once your chest was rising and falling evenly, your eyes dry. You sniffled a little and uncurled from your defensive position, finally glancing up from the soothing motions of his thumb. 

“I…” Your voice came out shaky and weak so your response trail off into silence. You wanted to say that you were fine, but the false words got stuck in your throat. Thankfully, Billy seemed to pick up on the fact that you were struggling and slowly inched closer, his hand briefly tightening his grip on yours before he gave you a soft smile.

“Alright. That’s okay. Are you hungry?” He asked and you just stared at him blankly for a moment since the question had come out of left field. 

“What?” You said incredulously and his grin grew even wider -if that was even possible- before he nodded encouragingly. 

“What do ya say we go get some food?” Billy patiently repeated and you found yourself shocked by how accommodating and thoughtful he was being, which was the total opposite of what you’d seen of his personality in school.

It made you wonder how he was so damn good at guiding you through a panic attack whereas others usually just ended up making things worse on the off chance that they decided to try and help.

It was like you were seeing Billy in a whole new light.

“Uh, sure.” You replied, feeling a little floored, and the tension in his shoulders that you didn’t even notice was there melted off his frame. Billy released your hands and you had a moment to mourn the loss of his touch before he straightened out of his crouch, ducking down in order to maintain eye contact with you.

“Scoot over, I’ll drive.” He stated and you obediently crawled over the center console, opening up the driver’s seat for Billy, and collapsed into the passenger seat as the blond sat down. You buckled in, watching as Billy shut the door behind him before reaching down between his knees to snag the keys that you had dropped, the blond putting the key into the ignition and starting the car in one smooth motion.

He meticulously adjusted the seat and the mirrors before taking the vehicle out of park and you couldn’t manage to pry your eyes away from him as he easily pulled out of the lot and began to drive down the road.

You had no idea why he was being so nice to you or why he even bothered to go through the effort of inviting you out several times, especially when it seemed like he had nothing to gain by being kind. 

You tried telling yourself that the reason you were waiting to confront him about his odd behavior until you reached a restaurant was because you didn’t feel like arguing with someone as volatile as Billy while in a moving vehicle where you couldn’t get away if things went sideways, but in reality you just liked the companionable silence and didn’t want to ruin it.

Not yet.

[dilutedbeanibeans]

hello!

do you have any elecman hcs?

hiyo!!!!!!!

yes I do!! not a whole lot tho so bear with me

- out of all the lightbots he has the sharpest and pointiest nose, most of them have rounded noises to resemble dr light (they’re his kids. guys. Guys.

- his singing voice is TERRIBLE he’s only sung to one other person (roll) and he hasn’t since out of embarrassment. he works on his singing voice whenever he has a chance

- (this kind of goes into my dr light making his bots as human as he can hcs) being the 8th bot he has 8 little beauty marks on his face :] (MOST OF THEM ARE HIDDEN BY HIS MASK UNFORTUNATELY

- weirdly allergic to animals, at some point when he had to work with fuse he accidentally inhaled some rabbit hair and did the most viscous sneeze, the power almost went out in the city

- has a pun book stashed somewhere (honestly which robot master doesn’t have stupid puns

[softquietsteadylove]

Would you do another one for the Thenamesh Dressage AU?

Thena frowned as she made her way to the stables. She was here to check on Olympia before their afternoon training, as well as just spend some quality time with her horse.

"And so then I said, no, I dare you to do it!"

Thena tilted her head, her ponytail swaying against her shoulders. She knew that voice, despite having only spoken with him a few times by now. He was chatting with someone very casually. Maybe he was on break.

"We all do dumb things when we're young, though--right?"

Whomever he was speaking with didn't offer a reply. At least, not one that she could hear.

"Ah," he laughed, "you're still young. You have time for that kinda thing."

Thena approached as she heard the tapping of Olympia's fresh horseshoes being applied. "Gilgamesh?"

"Thena!" he looked up from scraping the mare's hooves out, waving at her with his farrier hammer. "Nice to see you!"

He had been talking to Olympia.

It seemed hard to believe, but there was not a single other soul present in the stables this early. Just him and Olympia, tied up to the post and letting Gil attend to her hoof care.

Thena looked at her mare, who bobbed her head lightly. "I'm sorry to interrupt your...riveting conversation."

Gilgamesh leaned up from Olympia's rear hoof and swiped at his forehead with his rolled up sleeve. He really was massive. "Well, it's mostly ,e blah-blah-blah-ing away. But this sweet girl has been indulgent of it so far, right?"

Olympia snorted, shaking her head faintly and stomping out her newly adorned hooves.

"Perhaps she likes taking part in your talks," Thena suggested with a light smile, running her hand over Olympia's coat, which only seemed to become softer and shinier. "I'm not the most talkative, even when it's just us."

"Do you play any music or anything when you hang out?" he asked with a shrug, not at all judging her quieter nature.

Perhaps it was his attachment to the horses that made him call it 'hanging out' when he was with them. It felt so...affectionate. Thena moved around her horse to inspect the work he'd done so far, "I suppose I ask her how she's feeling, tell her what to expect for training for the day."

"You could tell her some jokes."

Thena looked over Olympia's back at the taller man. She was sure her expression was frosty, at best. "Jokes?"

"Yeah," he smiled back at her, not at all intimidated by her prickly personality. He nudged Olympia's jaw, "hey, when's the best time to make a dentist appointment?"

Olympia blinked at him.

"Tooth-hurty!"

Thena sighed; right, 2:30... Despite the positively dreadful punchline, Gil laughed from his belly, and Olympia joined in his delight, knickering and bobbing her head even with her bridle in her mouth. Thena shook her head, running her hand over Olympia's mane to keep her from tugging at the reins too much. "Okay, all right...it was not nearly that funny."

"You're right," Gil wound down from his laughter, still smiling, "but she loves 'em. I've started reading an old joke book to her while we're grooming, just 'cause she likes them so much."

Thena sighed again, although she could feel a smile threatening to emerge on her face. She could just imagine him telling her horse truly awful jokes and little riddles and limericks as he shampooed her.

"I think she just likes to hear people laughing," he shrugged as he finished brushing her far side and finally laid her saddle blanket over her back. "It is the best medicine, y'know."

"Indeed," Thena drawled as he untied her reins and petted her nose gently. Olympia relished his touch, which still surprised Thena to a degree. He handed over the reins with a smile, "I'll try playing videos with laugh tracks for her."

"That's a great idea!" Gilgamesh beamed at her openly. He was such an open book, this caretaker. He walked alongside them as Thena led Olympia to her personal stable, the mare's lunch in his hand. "It's nice that you come in here to spend time with her. I swear I can't convince any of the riders to just hang out in here to save my life."

"Hm," Thena looked down at the bend of Olympia's legs as they clopped along. "Some of the other club members are...more career driven."

What she meant was that they didn't care enough about their horses, seeing them only as vehicles for the competitions they entered. She frowned upon it, and she wasn't afraid to make that opinion known. But the thing with rich equestrians was that they didn't much care what was thought of them.

"She misses you," Gil said lightly, shrugging his wide shoulders as he switched Olympia's food bucket between hands. "That's why I try to talk to her and stuff while we're here."

Thena smiled. The idea that he had begun the - rather odd - habit for her horse's comfort was kind of cute. "I appreciate your concern for her. I miss her too when I'm home."

Gil opened the door to the stall that was the champions', Olympia happily trotting into her little haybed with a fresh set of horseshoes on and her tail brushed. "Ooh, feelin' fancy?"

Olympia whinnied at him, free of her bridle.

"Settle down," Thena directed her gently, attempting to calm the mare. "You have food to eat."

"Smells good, right?" Gil grinned, wafting the bucket under Olympia's nose before hanging it up for her. "Fresh apple juice, a few chopped up carrots, some protein mix."

Thena watched as Olympia did indeed tear into her food, chosen and mixed lovingly by the caretaker. It was nothing like when Thena had chosen her food mix and had to argue with her everyday to eat it. "Unbelievable."

"What?"

Thena rolled her eyes, watching from a safe distance as Olympia ate, "that my horse adores you so much more than me."

"Hey," he denied gently, tilting his head at her, "I'm just, like, the fun babysitter, or the cool teacher, or something. She knows that you're her family."

Thena smiled. She certainly liked to think of it like that, even if her fellow riders liked to act like she was insane for having such a bond with her horse. "If I could fit her into my one bedroom apartment, I would."

Gil let out another deep laugh. It seemed the other horses were also used to this sound from him. "I know what you mean. I've got room and board here for the job, so I don't have much better an option."

Thena furrowed her brows, "they keep you here at the club? That seems-"

"It's not bad," he shrugged, cutting her off before she could voice how borderline unethical that seemed. How did he ever 'go home' after work if he lived here? "The cabin they gave me on the grounds is nice, and everything is covered under my salary."

"Still," Thena murmured, although Gil was already moving forward to collect Olympia's bucket for her.

"What a good girl," he cooed, getting nudged in the face to receive sloppy horse kisses to his cheek. "Okay, okay, you're welcome."

Thena laughed faintly as he walked out with the empty bucket, swiping at his ear, "you are a flirt."

Olympia flicked her tail in denial.

Thena glanced briefly in the direction the caretaker had disappeared. "I suppose I can see why you're...fond of him."

Olympia tilted her head to stare at her with one of her massive eyes.

Thena scratched her cheek, "but that does not mean I am going to read you dad jokes."

[transingthoseformers]

Tfp Au Starscream has found out the hard way that he might enjoy making energon goodies but he is not particularly fond of fueling on them.

[waugh-bao]

[are-we-really-doing-this]

He's got his own pickles now???