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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year ago

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Now creator-chan I saw your blogged on how optimus accidentally purposed to Megatron I got really invested I would like to know if it's possible for you to do other parts cause I really wanna know what happened and why megs accepted the blade😁😍

I was already planning on adding to this concept! The original idea belongs to @brandwhorestarscream and the post that I added to is here.

If you would like additional parts after this one, please send another ask to my inbox! Otherwise I WILL forget because I have too many thoughts.

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Megatron did not consider his relationship with Optimus to be anything more than old rivals turned political allies. The war was over at last, and now their bitter grudges were little more than dust in the wind. Megatron honored that reality and treated Optimus as a diplomat when he came to peace talks. There was no reason to incite war once more when the Prime and his followers were being just as reasonable as he was. Everything was polite and courteous, as was only proper. Starscream had his objections, but most of the Decepticons were tired of war. The time had come for peace, and Megatron would get it for them.

Then of course Optimus Prime, ever the unpredictable mech that he was, came flying out of absolutely nowhere with a gift. When the box was offered to him, Megatron was highly suspicious. However once he opened it and saw the blade offered, every single thought he had was completely derailed.

"Lord Megatron, what in the Unmaker's name were you thinking?!?" Starscream all but screeched from across the table. Thinking back on the situation, he really hadn't been thinking all that hard about his decision. It had been so very... Optimus in an odd way.

Optimus Prime had followed courting protocol perfectly. Now that he had accepted Optimus's proposal, it was obvious that Optimus had been attempting to court him for far longer than he thought. Warframe courting always began with a show of strength, both physical and intellectual. Optimus beat him in battle time and time again, and yet never once did the Prime cut him down. Over and over Optimus matched his intellect with genius plans and strategies, but he never pressed his advantage enough to cripple Megatron and his forces. He had long proven his strength and intelligence. Megatron must have been blind to be unable to see the way Optimus offered mercy and constantly pleaded for peace. It was now quite clearly an attempt to smooth over courting gone wrong.

What a fool he was. Millions of years Optimus tried to get his attention, and Megatron in his anger failed to see it. Their ridiculous war would have had no need to drag on so long if he had simply seen Optimus's intentions for what they were. After all, why would a fellow warframe go so far out of his way to spare Megatron if not because of a desire to court?

"Starscream: Correct. Megatron: Has a plan?" Soundwave chimed in, his visor glinting in that ever knowing way. Megatron felt his processors kick into overdrive as he considered. He couldn't exactly tell his two genius officers that he had taken one look at the blade and promptly found himself all but certain in his decision to accept. That would be weakness embodied. They could never know that he had not meticulously thought out his choice. If he played it right, he could possibly convince them that he hadn't spent most of the peace meeting that cycle staring at Optimus and admiring the frame that he had long sought weaknesses in. Optimus's paint was a very flattering color now that he actually looked-

Frag, he was getting off topic.

"I do, Soundwave." Megatron replied with full confidence as he fiddled with the blade he now held in his lap. It was a work of art. The design was simply perfect. It was no wonder that after four million years, Optimus had gotten fed up and moved courting along through the offering of a weapon.

"Conjunxing the Prime is an excellent way to solidify out peace arrangements. Not to mention, it will give us a greater voice in Autobot social circles." Starscream made a begrudging noise of agreement with his on the spot reasoning. Soundwave was more skeptical, but he nodded and Megatron internally sighed in relief. Optimus had been courting him for millennia and Megatron failed to notice. He may have been a warframe, but he was a mech of class. There was much to be done now that things were right and proper.

Sure, he was not exactly expecting romantic feelings for his former foe to smack him in the face. But who was he to stop it considering Optimus himself proposed? The Prime obviously held a love deeper than Megatron could even comprehend in order to meet him on the battlefield for so long. Megatron would need to make up for lost time, and he would need to do so as soon as possible. Already his Conjunx to be had gone out of his way with his gift and millennia of graciousness.

"Optimus has followed the proper protocols for courting. I shall need to do the same in order to represent the Decepticons properly." Standing up, Megatron rested his servo on the blade. The dagger he had given Optimus was not at all suitable for one who was to become the Conjunx to the Lord of the Decepticons. Telling the press about the proposal was basic courtesy. No, he would need to do much MUCH more to make up for all the effort and devotion Optimus Prime had evidently been offering over the course of the war. How he failed to notice the signs was beyond him, but he would not leave his Conjunx to be alone in his passion any longer. Of course it would take time for him to develop real feelings for his former foe, but he would devote himself to the effort.

Optimus deserved that much at least.

"Soundwave, prepare a residence for my Conjunx to be. I will not allow my betrothed to have anything but the finest. Our reputation depends on it." He added his last statement as an afterthought, his musings already elsewhere as he left the room, Starscream gaping behind him. The dagger he had given Optimus was a promise, but it was not at all worthy of being held by his future Conjunx. The Prime needed something better, something worthy of his station and their future bond.

"Perfect." Megatron grinned and plans began forming. He was going to make things right and prove that Optimus had not given so much of his time and devotion for nothing. Megatron was many things, but a mech without love for tradition? No, he would cling to the old ways just as mightily as his courting partner had. Optimus had set the bar high and Megatron was going to meet it or die trying.

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"Welcome Optimus." Megatron bowed as the Prime stepped out from his transport. It had taken a bit of effort on his end to arrange for more peace conferences, but with his and Optimus's betrothal as a viable reason to meet, it had not been impossible.

"Allow me to lead you to your residence." Megatron extended and arm, which the wary and startled Prime hesitantly took as he wrangled with his meager luggage. Megatron internally tisked seeing the measly collection of items Optimus had brought with him. No Conjunx of his would live off war supplies. He was going to get Optimus an actual wardrobe as soon as it was socially acceptable. But first, Megatron had to push the courting process along.

"I hope you will find this acceptable throughout your stay." Gesturing up at the massive structure Soundwave had dutifully selected with Megatron's stamp of approval, he observed Optimus's reaction. The Prime dropped his luggage with a thump and stared up in compete awe at the building. His mask, forever in place, did little to hide the surprise glinting in his optics. Megatron all but puffed up with pride as he noted the reaction. Optimus had proven his strength and wit, now Megatron could return the favor by showing that he could provide. A mighty Conjunx deserved only the best, and Megatron was more than willing to give one building to make his point. It was not nearly enough, the residence was not nearly tall or grand enough, but it would do for now. Once they were Conjunxed, he would have Optimus personally assist in designing their future residence. That way everything would be perfect.

"This is... too much-" Optimus began, his grip on Megatron's arm soft and considerate. Oh how that hurt Megatron's spark. The disbelief in his betrothed's optics would not do at all. He had spent so long fighting for Megatron's attention that he must have been struggling to believe it was being returned. Yet another thing to rectify. Time and devotion would wipe that disbelief away.

"Not at all. You are to be my Conjunx. It is only right I grant you privileges and luxuries worthy of such a title." Again, the Prime stared at him as if he had scraplets crawling out of his audials. Megatron wished he could beat his younger self against a wall. It was so obvious now. How foolish he had been for failing to see the signs. Optimus Prime somehow knew warframe courting better than any Iaconian Megatron ever met.

"If you would join me for energon this evening, I would be honored." Lifting Optimus's servo, he pressed a soft kiss to the knuckle. He could feel the way the Prime froze up, but he smiled as he stood straight again, pressing a gift into his betrothed's servo. It was such a small thing, but Megatron had thrown all his attention into making it as ornamental as possible during the past few cycles.

"A dagger? You already gave me one..." Optimus trailed off as he noted the inscription on the blade.

'Do not unsheathe me without reason. Do not wield me without honor'

Cross regional warframe courting could be hard, but Megatron felt fairly confident in his choice of Iaconian script. Optimus appeared to agree with him considering how light his touch on the weapon was. Megatron internally cheered as he stepped back. Their courting would need to progress more before he could be much more forward. Tradition had to be upheld. Not to mention there were likely cameras watching.

"I will see you soon Prime." He smiled again before turning to walk away, leaving Optimus to enter the towering residence nervously. Plans formulated in his processors as he sauntered toward his personal transport. He would do things right. And Primus help him, he was going to force feelings to form after all the devotion given to him by the one and only Optimus Prime.

"Soundwave, begin planning social functions here in Kaon. My Conjunx to be deserves to see the best of our culture." A ping of acknowledgement returned to him shortly and Megatron grinned with more glee. Optimus was to be in Kaon for at least a few stellar cycles, as per Iaconian courting standards. That gave Megatron plenty of time to make his claim known and begin making up for the courting Optimus had already gone through.

#transformers #maccadam #optimus prime #megatron #unexpected marriage #crack #megaop #so tired now #but its done #this comedic thing that I now really like #forgive any mistakes #I am sleepy

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spencerwatchestoons · 2 years ago

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TD SPOILERS//

a present for @a1asta1r :D

#total drama #td raj #td bowie #td wayne #rajbow #bowraj #raynebow #RAJ IS TEACHING BOWIE ICE SKATING #and wayne is being supportive #i love these goofs so much #this was so hard to draw though i almost gave up twice #BUT ITS DONE #the hands were the toughest part

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ughgoaway · 8 months ago

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10,19 or 30 teacher!au 🥺 ps We’ve missed you!

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omg hi, my love!!! I've missed YOU! very good choices, by the way, so I decided to include them all lol. I hope this is okay, I'm still a little rusty with writing, but I had fun writing this nonetheless :)

10- “You're so warm, and it turns me on so much”

19- character A holding character B’s hands as character B eats them out, fingers intertwined.

30- being ate out so good they can't stop the lewd noises coming from their mouth.

18+ below the cut please!! includes female receiving oral and general smut. 1.4k ish <3

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The sun pours in the bedroom window, streaks of sunlight falling over the duvet and illuminating your face, the soft glow of the light heating your cheeks. You can't remember a time you've felt this good before, curled up with Matty under his thick duvet, buried under the layers to avoid the harsh chill of the concrete bunker.

You can feel Matty pressed against you, his chest against your bare back. His skin is that perfect level of warmth that makes your head spin.

You can feel his curls brushing the back of your neck as he wakes up, moving his head down to start pressing kisses to your neck.

“Mmm, morning baby,” he mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep.

You feel his hips press forward as he instinctively moves his body closer to yours, and soon, the unmistakable shape of his hard dick is pressed against your ass. He didn't mean it suggestively, his caveman brain just though "get closer to girlfriend," but, the combination of feeling how warm he was against you, his scratchy morning voice, and the feeling of his erection pressing into you were already riling you up.

so you start plotting.

You know Annie is at a sleepover, and you don't have to pick her up until 12. Quickly, you flick your eyes open and read the numbers on Matty’s digital clock. 09:00 blinks back at you.

more than enough time for a morning quickie.

Your lips work against each other, desperately pressing and pulling. Matty nips at your bottom lip, smirking at your needy whimpers. Your hips have a mind of their own, grinding against Matty’s, pulling more moans from the two of you. you can feeling him growing harder with each circle of your hips, and you can't deny the feeling of power it gives you.

You flip over in bed, and before Matty can process your movements, your mouth is pressed against his. Your tongue tracing the seam of his lips.

He can't help but giggle at your immediate horniness, which gives you the perfect opportunity to press your tongue into his mouth, licking in his mouth in a way that steals any laughter Matty had in his chest and replaces it with needy groans.

as if he can sense your ego growing, Matty soon moves his knee between your thighs, pulling away and watching your jaw drop as his thigh touches your overheated core. All he can see is the whites of your eyes as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hips moving needily against his bare leg.

every movement is intoxicating, bulding up the inate need you have for him every second. You can feel the slick from your inner thighs spreading over his hot skin, just warm enough to have you sighing happily and throwing your head back, “fuck.”

A pink flush covers your chest, spreading up and colouring your cheeks, a ruby-woo red that has Matty itching to kiss every inch of your skin. The throb between your thighs was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and love filled the room and it made your head fuzzy.

“What's got you so worked up, hmm? Dreaming of me?” Matty teases, moving his head down to your neck. Soon enough, his lips are travelling over your chest and neck, sucking meanly and then kissing each spot better.

You don't answer for a few seconds, too distracted by the feeling of matty against you, but a short nip on the junction of your neck and shoulder brings you back to earth a little.

You shake your head as much as you can as Matty assaults your neck with hickies, “no, it's just-” you sigh breathily, trying to force the words stuck in your chest.

"You're so warm, and it turns me on so much,” you just manage to get out. Almost cutting yourself off with a moan as matty sucks a dark purple mark just behind your ear.

Matty pulls himself out from your neck, the same pretty pink of your cheeks covered his, and his curls were sticking on end from your hands desperately carding through them. You can see the glow of his skin in the gentle light of the sun, and all you want to do is trace every freckle on his skin with the tip of your tongue. but before you can he's dipping below the duvet and finding his place between your thighs (his favourite place, if hes honest).

You pull the blanket back to see Matty’s face, he leans his head on your thigh, looking up at you with blissed-out eyes. His once brown irises are almost black, blown out with lust.

“Yeah? You get turned on by me baby? Fuck, you're so hot. Lemme eat you out, make you feel good.” he asks, smirking at your reaction.

His calloused fingertips dip below the poor excuse for shorts you're wearing, pulling them down as fast as he can manage. The fabric once touching your skin is quickly replaced by his lips, moving over every inch of you, except the place you need him most.

Your head suddenly doesn't feel attached to your neck, but still, you manage a slack nod. A gasp falls from your chest as soon as you feel his overheated lips pressing kisses up your thighs.

Matty's fingers slide up your hips. When he reaches your waist, his thumbs press meanly into your skin, swirling and teasing you with every touch.

“Mattyyyy,” you whine, drawing out his name in an attempt to convince him to put his mouth on you.

“Patience baby, why don't you hold my hand if you're so desperate for me? Good things come to girls who wait, you know,” Matty teases, moving one hand from your waist up to grip your own, your fingers sliding together and interlocking easily.

You squeeze his hands 3 times, a signal you two had created to say “I love you” without actually saying it. Matty continues his movements on your skin, but you still feel the same 3 squeezes back. Your eyes flick down to his, and you can see the love swimming in his eyes.

Thankfully, Matty soon gives you mercy, licking a flat stripe up your core and moaning at the musky taste of you overtaking his senses. He starts to eat you out like a man starved. Not giving you a moments ready before fucking you with his tongue, and smirking at the broken gasp that is ripped from your chest. You can’t help but squirm at the feeling, goosebumps erupting over your body.

He continues leaves you no time to breathe, using the hand thats unoccupied to slide down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. Lewd noises fall from your lips, every movement from Matty pulls more whimpers and whines out of you, each one more desperate than the last.

You feel an electric current running through you, and as Matty drags his eyes up to meet yours and you feel like you've been shocked. You can see a mixture of your slick and his saliva on his chin, the filthy smirk covering his lips as his tongue works against you.

much to your dismay, his fingers slide down from your clit just as you were about to cum. A disgruntled whine falls from your lips, but it's soon replaced by a shuddering gasp as Matty slides the very same fingers inside you, stretching you out with two of his digits.

You feel him move his head up, but shifting your head from being thrown back feels like a herculean task right now. However, before you can even try to move, you're gasping and jolting your head up, looking down at Matty as he sucks your clit. He smiles as he starts teasing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking bundle of nerves harshly.

The hand holding Matty’s tightens and has a vice-like grip. Your eyes shoot open, and your jaw slack as every centimetre of his fingers enter you, finding places you couldn't dream of.

He curls his fingers cruelly, pumping them mercilessly, watching in awe as you writhe and moan above him. The heat spreading under your skin was becoming unbearable, the rubber band inside you being pulled tighter and tighter with every move Matty made.

Eventually Matty pulls away, resting his face on your shaking thigh as aftershocks rattle through you, the bottom half of his face is wet, and a sly smirk covers his cheeks.

You can't bare holding on any longer at the feeling, and you fall apart under him. Your hand gripping his becomes inexplicably tighter, and you're sure it's hurting like a bitch for Matty, but you honestly can't bring yourself to care right now.

Your hips move desperately against his face, grinding and circling as pleasure rattles through you. matty keeps working your clit and thrusting his fingers inside of you, studying the way you cry and crumble at his movements.

“Good morning,” he says cheekily, pecking your thigh as you giggle above him.

“Definitely a good morning, fucking hell,” you say breathlessly, closing your eyes in bliss as Matty sits between your thighs, looking up at you with enough love to make anyone completely lovesick.

#this is; bad.#but its DONE #so WHATEVER #im sorryyyyy #rusty at writing and still i said “no lets write lots of smut”#bro WHY #🦑 anon #anon!#teacher au!#matty healy smut

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sun-citadel · 10 months ago

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The violet sapphic flag

I decided to start work on a sapphic flag, as the original one did not feel inclusive to masculine presenting sapphics. The inclusive sapphic flag also felt too random for me to feel aligned, so I spent time researching a flag design

Excuse any spelling mistakes, English isn't my first language.

Info below. Original thread here. Tiktok version [ without typos ]

1. Why violets ?

The poetry of Sapphos often included talk of violet crowns, with one of her famous poems reading ;

` … Many crowns of violets,

roses and crocuses

…together you set before more

and many scented wreaths

made from blossoms

around your soft throat… `

Violets historically are considered a symbol of sapphic love and the LGBT movement, and are seen in pop culture, such as the cult classic lesbian movie, Bound. A 1926 play also involved a woman sending violets to another, as a potential nod to Sapphos. When the poem was censored / boycotted, women would send violets in support.

To say violets were not a part of LGBT + , and primarily spaphic / lesbian history would be a false statement.

2. Why these colours ?

I colour picked from violets themselves, primarily the African and common violet. One for their inclusion of white, and the other for its range of hues from more blue to magenta. I felt they could align with the various presentations seen within sapphic culture, as I myself ID as transmasculine / presently as a soft butch. There are those who are transfemme, femme, masc, androgynous, etc., and this various spectrum of colours I feel could align with how the community is not just one, but various shade of violet.

I spent time researching LGBT history, and have come up with meanings for these specific colours. They were carefully chosen for both traditional colour meanings, as well as symbolisms that align with the LGBT+ community.

From lavander to pink, both colours have a history of representing the community, and have become symbols reclaimed. From sapphos flowers, to the pink triangle, it is important to remember our history and struggles. Pink triangles itself was used as a symbol for transwomen, as an identifier for example [ as well as gay individuals, but this isn't about them at this time ] , but have been reclaimed to represent lgbt+ rights and our struggles. It is important to never forget those who came before us.

Each colour was picked based off traditional meanings, as well as identifying traits of the community.

3. Colour meanings?

From top to bottom, these colour meanings are ;

1. Femininity, health.

Pink is associated with femininity, so this is for the purely femme presenting individuals, whether trans, nb, or however they ID. It also is the colour of love, and health [ ex , ` everything is rosy ` meaning good ] .

2. Love, compassion.

A lighter shade of pink is usually associated with love, and with love comes compassion and understanding.

3. Youth and age.

From our lives comes the fact that, we as sapphics, lesbians, etc. know that deep down, this is who we truly are. Whether you're young, or come to the realization later, we live life as our authentic self. May we grow old and happy.

4. Limitless potential.

With those who are not afraid to break the gender / sexual binary, and present in ways uncaring of societal norms.

Whether trans, nonbinary, asexual, or uncaring of labels, I hope you find who you truly are.

5. Soft masculinity.

To be soft and masculine is frowned upon in society, but some of us present in ways that we deem just right. It is an oxymoron on many levels to those who do not understand, but we are indifferent and stand tall.

6. Wisdom.

With our history, we can learn and grow, it is important to never forget it. Ever on we march to assure that we are treated as equals.

7. Serenity, masculinity.

A nod to the original flag that brought us here, while also representing the other side of the spectrum for fully masc individuals. Once again, this is for those in the trans umbrella, or comfortable in their gender.

4. Who can use it ?

Sapphics or anyone who falls into that general category.

TERF / SWERFS / anyone not inclusive of the trans community are not permitted.

Please do not use if m - spec lesbian.

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