#I love him............

[whatwooshkai]

omg i'm obsessed with this au and I love your writing style! It's so emphasizing and really makes me feel the pain, the fleeting happiness, the crushing loneliness, that Heatwave or whatever character is experiencing.

if no one has asked yet, could I get a 14?

The more Blades thinks about it, the more Chase's finials look like Streetwise's.

They're a little thinner, and definitely don't move as much, but the way they flatten to his helm when he's uncomfortable or splay out horizontally when he's mad or flap and wiggle when he's happy- they're his own little quirks, and they're not quite the same, but they're just similar enough that it makes his spark ache.

They're playing Jenga, with Cybertronian-sized pieces the Chief somehow managed to get his hands on. Chase's finials are pinned flat against his helm in concentration.

He pulls a piece from the side about the middle of the tower, his glossa poking out next to a fang, concentration so palpable his field has seemingly frozen still.

Chase pulls the piece from the tower with nary a sound or a wobble, then places it atop. His faceplate is set in stone-cold satisfaction, but his finials are wagging uncontrollably.

Without even thinking about it, Blades sends a little package of warmth and fondness tied up with a teasing bow through the bond.

Chase doesn't even react, already scanning the tower and plotting his next move. His finials are stock still and his optics don't even flick to Blades and his field doesn't change a bit. Blades is about to say something, whine about being ignored, when it suddenly occurs to him that he and Chase aren't bonded.

As much as he calls the other rescue bots his brothers... they're not his gestalt.

They're not in his head. They don't feel him. His thoughts don't drift through their processors from time to the time, the same way his don't float through theirs.

He just sent love into a bond that's been dead for...

Primus, how long has it actually been?

"It is your turn," Chase says, snapping Blades out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah," Blades mutters, taking a low risk move that wobbles the tower a little, but doesn't send it over the edge. Chase scrutinizes him with narrowed optics.

"Are you alright?" he asks, optics tracking the way Blades' rotors have drooped.

He quickly pulls them flush to his frame. "Fine," he insists, and Chase drops it, going on to pull another risky move.

Blades leans back on his heels, regarding Chase. He's thought about bonding with the other rescue bots before. Three, four, five, even eight-way amica bonds might've not been common place but were never truly out of the ordinary. And an amica bond, even like that, has nothing on what a gestalt bond is. They'd feel strong emotions, and be able to send messages once strong enough, but they wouldn't know everything about each other. They wouldn't have to train for years to keep from waking each other up with their nightmares. They wouldn't have to shut each other out every time one of them even thought about taking on a partner. And Primus forbid something happens...

Well. It'll hurt. But it won't hurt as much as that.

"What are you thinking about?" Chase asks.

Blades blinks, studying the mech. He's watching him curiously with a very Streetwise expression, open and vulnerable. "Bonding," he admits, then reaches for the tower again.

Chase makes a noncommittal hum. "I still have a datapad with an in depth article on different types of bonds, if you'd like to read it?"

"Thanks, Chase," Blades says softly. "I think I would."

He places the next block on top of the tower, and Chase immediately starts touching it again, picking another piece. "I think Heatwave can read minds," he says suddenly.

Blades laughs abruptly and humorlessly, leaving Chase to stumble and scramble for the tower. "No," he says, shaking his helm. "He can't. I know what it's like to have someone poking around in my head."

The Jenga tower crumbles at their pedes.

[leaffenzts]

who's your bf he sounds cute

riiighhtt,,, you TOTALLYYY dont knowwww,,,, but yeah he's cute as hell TRUST ME if you ever saw him you'd die (i LOVE YOU!!!)

[paintedcrows]

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

[notaplaceofhonour]

okay okay I know the point of this is “White people need to put as much effort into learning how to pronounce Black people’s names as they do foreign European names” and 100% I totally agree, absolutely good point

but this tweet becomes hilarious in the context of this clip:

anyways, absolutely put effort into learning how people pronounce their names. just don’t feel bad if it takes you some time to get it right 😅

(also in case you didn’t watch the video it’s “N-SHOO-tee” not “SHOO-tee”)

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[nataliescatorccio]

#you tell 'em girl

[gh0sthoodie]

Happy pride month maybe I’ll start watching Doctor Who again

[dysfunctionalnerd]

he found a poster for a phineas and ferb theme party and just. decided to go. oh my god 😭

[batbrainrot]

he's just a little guy

The Boy Wonder (2024) #2 by Juni Ba

[kensatou]

those!!! are!!! his!!!! tits!!! be gentle 👉👈

[kavaleyre]

• The Hanged Man •

“Compared to what Falin went through? This is nothing.”

[cryptocism]

It would have taken another immortal to keep up with him.

so i haven't read the books but i did read the Devil's Minion chapter and this part made me laugh out loud:

[ingravinoveritas]

"We've all got to be fighting that fight every day."

Happy Pride, everyone...

[abreathlessplace]

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)