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I’d like to think that in this AU Sentinel was an aid/advisor first then maybe he becomes an apprentice to Zeta, I don’t know whichever one comes first
I’m just imagining Sentinel having most of the Primes co-mentoring him, on top of still being an aid/advisor (probably) It’s frustrating and tiring being dragged and passed around however there’s perks to it.
Most of the Primes are fond of him and like having him around, whether it’s a personal or professional preference. With that in mind, he can hypothetically get away with a lot of things and position wise he’s second under the Primes. As a someone that works closely with them he like their shared firstborn son.
Chances are he would be more likely to become a Prime if by his merits in the battlefield and in the political & social sphere as he’s savvy that way. He’d oversee the apprentices like an older brother looking after the younger ones, doing it as an obligation and also having growing interest in what they have to show for their potential as a “Prime.” Who knows, there doesn’t have to be just one Prime.
Anyways, I really like this AU you cooked up; it’s been an interesting find after the watching the movie cause that movie put me back in my TF hole indefinitely. Thank you and welcome to TF.
I like the idea that Sentinel was a apprentice considering he's not among the Thirteen
At the time of the story he's already a Prime with his own students (though he's not good at the whole mentor thing). I think he harbors disdain of not being among the originals and people don't take him as seriously, hence his need to overcompensate
I don't think the Primes are particularly fond of him, just Zeta. Some are on okay term with him, some completely ignore him
He's still an asshole tho
#apprentice au#transformers#tf one#tfo#tf one 2024#zeta prime#sentinel prime#zetasen#?#I'm fond of this idea#might be canon might just be me#my art
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obsessed with the fact that bell's hells won that fight explicitly because of their reliance on the gods. imogen and laudna both vocally saying 'thank you matron' at the beginnings of that combat as they use new skills or spells they've refreshed, orym wielding his sword, braius wielding his divine power, the entire party instilled with a hero's feast prepared by a cleric of the wildmother, imogen using power granted by the arch heart to bring down predathos -- an entity that has been described as welcoming her home, offering a womb she has longed to return to, her as its kin -- in imagery evoking the moment where the gods too decided to turn their backs on their home when faced with the monstrosity they were tied to, that they'd help bring about (something something, the arch heart gave mortals magic and imogen gave predathos its vessel). and the fact that bell's hells has slowly grown more reliant on the idea that predathos does not hunger for mortals -- something they in fact scoffed at when it came from liliana and ludinus' mouths -- predathos took several of them in his maw and tried to consume them.
viewing the story as one of a group of people predominantly blinded to the reality of their situations by the fog of their traumatized feelings -- as i've chosen to do for the sake of my sanity listening to them go on and on about gods that never gave them a lick in the same breath that they complain that the gods have too much power -- it is so extremely poetic that orym cut down ludinus with a sword blessed by the wild mother only for bell's hells to retread the path ludinus set up for himself. it is extremely ironic for a group of people who have implicitly raised complaints about the inherent manipulation that comes with the god's existence to come up with a plan that is explicit manipulation, demanding the gods become mortal or die [which to be clear, extremely interesting plan with interesting consequences that would be compelling to see! absolutely dogshit reasoning skills and moral assessment. but it is continually ASTOUNDING to me that a campaign that gets treated by some as the height of critical role's sociopolitical philosophical exploration features so many PCs who struggle (and not in the fruitful, developmental way but in the head-in-hands, can this student talk to the prof during office hours so I don't have to feel the second hand embarrassment of them making it obvious they haven't ever attended a previous lecture or done the class readings way) with ideas found in any first year philosophy course].
and to be clear this is not me devaluing the role of bell's hells in actually fighting the fight -- but all they've done is the same thing the gods were already doing, keeping predathos sealed, except now its in a volatile-at-best mortal who is on borrowed time re: being lost once again to its power. the only suggestion the hells have that this might be a justified and right course of action is the support of two gods -- one who has proven themself to be okay with the idea of death until it actually arrives before and the other one who is the only being on record who actually chose to be a deity -- out of a much larger pantheon, and their personal inclinations to agree with the ideology of a man who they have claimed to ardently disagree with but it turns out that was just because of his methods, I guess. scattershotting catalysts for change and hoping that change results in a Better World just. on its own (almost like. idk. fate) that you haven't even suggested practical (I'd even take theoretical ones atp) methods to achieve beyond Get Rid of a bunch of beings who are involved in actually extreme amounts of metaphysical and magical infrastructure isn't actually a course of action, its a course of chaos, and that is in fact worse than things staying the way they are if 'the way things are' that you keep referring to has only been shown to, currently, be that you and your friends feel sad and a little miffed that the gods you haven't offered anything to are only willing to do things for you when you serve them. unlike you, a group notorious for the way you do things for people you don't know without asking anything in return (this is sarcasm, if that wasn't clear).
anyway, I will continue to be frustrated by the lack of grounding for either (a) bell's hells having actually incisive and contextualized criticisms of the gods (either their own or from the actual mouths of the 'little guys' they are allegedly fighting for) or (b) more engagement with the fact that bell's hells as a party are not interested in making the morally right choice, they are at Best looking for a morally neutral choice. that said, if I ignore the actual story c3 has portrayed, the last few episodes have been a great wrap-up to a story about how singleminded trauma can make you and how that can lead you to place where there's no longer any Good choices to make, only potentially satisfying ones, where the question of who to satisfy takes the reigns over what is best.
#critical role#cr spoilers#exandrian pantheon#cr3#bell's hells#bell's hells im studying you under a microscope (derogatory but tragically fond)#like understand that I enjoy bells hells if they're the incredibly uninformed idiots that they act like. and i despise them if I'm meant to#take seriously their claims to be fighting for the mortals of exandria while explicitly undermining the plans that a conference of leaders#representing certainly more than eight people and their ideas of the 'average person' came up with to address the problem of the predathos
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pretty janky gif but I wanted to compare my simon design to my ice king design. behold! old person
#adventure time#simon petrikov#ice king#gif#adventure time fanart#artists on tumblr#character design#my version of ice king does wear glasses. but he doesn't need them#in canon his glasses are missing to indicate a loss of Self. right.#with simon putting on his glasses showing that he's regained his sense of self#HOWEVER!!! I'm also very fond of the idea that he IS still in there somewhere. with the glasses representing that#GET HIM BROWN CONTACTS NNOOWWWW!!!!!!#I have ANOTHER version of simon where he has one eye that's still blue. same side as his white hair#but that's not super canonical considering golb returned him to his ORIGINAL original state#the glasses don't look great here I'm aware!!
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How many Turtles and Goongala-guys does it take to change a Battleshell tire?
#donatello#raphael#casey jones#tmnt#tmnt 2003#I'm quite fond of how this turned out#this idea has been marinating in my brain for a long while lol
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had to watch the new Folding Ideas video twice, read all of the comments, watched Lady Emily's video, watch an AVGN video for the first time (sorry i'm gen z), failed to get through Wavelength (1967), read a bunch about Wavelength (1967), and read through a bunch of Twitter comments, but i think i'm finally understanding the artistry in "i don't know james rolfe"
narratively it's dan olson revealing the rorschach test of media analysis, i.e. there was no way for him to critically analyze james rolfe's career without revealing all of his own obsessions and insecurities, just as james rolfe reveals himself through his film and video game reviews. this concept is lampshaded by the highlighting of Wavelength (1967), an extremely minimal and obtuse film that engages with the idea of inattention — meaning that bored or negative responses to the work are still responses to the theme. which is cool.
and it's cool that criticisms of dan olson's video include people upset that he hyper-focused on specific elements of james rolfe's life and not other, arguably more important elements, such as the Monster Madness controversy or james's time in special ed — almost as though the character of dan olson is cherrypicking aspects of james rolfe's life that are the most personally wounding to him. aspects that expose dan's insecurities relating to filmmaking and failed dreams, expressed through the vessel of AVGN.
but meta narratively, the video becomes a rorschach test for the audience — your response to the video reveals your own obsessions and insecurities in how you relate to dan olson. why does someone find the video mean-spirited? why does someone else think the video is self-serving? why do I feel so awkward watching dan attempt a deeper, more abstract creative work?
where does dan olson end and the character of dan olson as a media critic begin? where do you as an audience member end, and YOU begin?
it's projection all the way down
#beepbeep.txt#folding ideas#trying to post my thoughts when they come to me instead of leaving them in my drafts to moulder#because sometimes the moment i was writing for just passes. and then it would be weird to drop it like it's still current#anyways i'm very fond of dan olson's work both because he comes from the same city as me and also because i respect his critical eye#his NFT video is still one of the best and most astute takedowns of the whole schema that i've seen#and i had to read ALOT about NFTs for two separate class projects. grits my teeth and smiles
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So, I started watching Link Click...
#poorly drawn link click#Link Click#cheng xiaoshi#lu guang#I am only at episode 4 - waiting to watch the rest with my buddy (It's been few weeks and I'm vibrating! I really enjoy it!)#btw I am 100% blind for this show! All I know is that it's Good and Tragic. So NO SPOILERS PLEASE!!!!#Once again I am in Clintbeefwood's debt for the recommendation.#I am so intrigued and hooked by this show. I have also nearly cried at every episode so far.#I already feel so many comic ideas buzzing at the back of my brain!#This one is inspired by the end of episode two. Because what the hell was that energy at the end of the episode?#Also the fondness of which they played basketball together.#I am 80% sure they will not kiss nor have romantic inclinations but I enjoy their dynamic immensely#The 20% doubt comes from the very queer coded old lady yuri episode + the inherent homoerotism of doomed timeline stories.#If they do kiss you I'm drawing them making out sloppy style because I *know* one of them is going to die very shortly afterwards.
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regrettably, neither is them being even a little bit ironic
#star wars#jango fett#zam wesell#there are many possible interpretations of their canon relationship and i'm fond of several of them#recently i've been gravitating towards the idea that like. this is all basically an inside joke to them. a bit.#bc like. listen. the banter follows a certain pattern. zam will almost always be the one to initiate flirting/innuendo#and then jango will sometimes play along for a bit but always ultimately rejects her. often with hilarious verbal brutality#and zam is always completely unbothered and often amused#your honor they are Doing A Bit#sometimes though i figure they forget what it looks like to other people#and they are genuinely surprised and weirded out when someone sees their outrageous flirting and assumes they're an item#they're like ''you didn't even let us get to the part where he compares me to a bothawui stinkweed and i swoon away dead in his arms. GOD!!#syn's art
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I first heard about filling out your gender as "n/a" as a joke, but now it's also genuinely my favorite way to mark my gender. unironically. for a lot of reasons. i actually use that to fill out forms accurately whenever I can. so whenever I see people make jokes about doing that (which I support! it's funny) I have a private laugh because I actually legitimately do it on purpose
#gender identity#genderqueer#lgbtq#queer#it's genuinely the best descriptor of gender for myself I've ever heard#gender is n/a to me#it's not that I have or don't have one#the entire idea is null#like asking how tall water is#like that just. that just doesn't apply to it?#but it's about me and gender#anyway. funny joke became my actual gender marker#i'm also fond of X
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Two big softies(?) (Patreon)
#Doodles#Handplates#UT#Fellplates#Gaster#Flowey#Flowey is still my favourite UT character so honestly a lot of this was just self-indulgent doodles lol#But then - as always - it did turn into Thinking A Lot about [thing] lol#Starting with the classic tho! Flowey friendly-like coiled around whoever he's talking to ♪ It's too fun hehe#I love Flowey getting just a liiiiittle too close and personal to a discomfort degree ♫ He's just being friendly! It's a hug! A snuggle!#He's your best friend so you don't mind right? :) Why would Fellplates!Gaster mind ♪#He's always posed to stage right when I draw him haha - I'm still fond of the one Gravity Falls/Undertale crossover piece I made with him#Anyhow lol - yet more fluffy wings! It's just fun if they're expressive I want real feathers lol#Gaster's face completely neutral but his wings all puffed up and freaked out hehe#Flowey would definitely be able to tell if those are when he chose to wrap around!#If they were just the decorative version he'd fall right off from his own weight pulling them loose lol#Absolutely thinking of the one of Gaster screaming while being vine-wrapped by Flowey haha - he's totally innocent here! ♥#And then a little idea of how each of them react to humans - UkaGaster talks a lot about his general positive feelings for humans#And Fell!Flowey is.....well I have my own thoughts about how he might react to humans now that he's been...himself for a while#There have been Fallen Humans in the time between being locked in the Underground and [now] even in Underfell hasn't there?#I guess none of them would've made it as far as meeting up with Gaster - bit of a dark thought heh - but Flowey would know#Is it selfish? To wish for humans or to keep them a secret from the rest of the Underground? What might happen?#It's interesting to think about! If there were humans then surely Gaster must be aware of the Souls?#But even if not - even if this could be before all that - Flowey would still know about human Determination to an extent - being what he is#It wouldn't turn out well for anyone :) That's what makes it interesting ♪
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wanted to take another crack at modern les amis (plus extras) since it's been a long time since i've done so !!
#les miserables#les mis#les amis de l'abc#enjolras#combeferre#courfeyrac#marius#cosette fauchelevent#eponine thenardier#joly#bossuet#musichetta#bahorel#jehan#feuilly#grantaire#when i drew these out the first time i forgot to include grantaire in either lineup#and they were already sized and balanced on the canvases and everything so i just...separated him#originally i was planning on adding him to the second lineup but Grantaire Quarantine Zone is objectively funnier so i kept it#i'll be real a few of these designs are basically the same as what i did four years ago. but i didn't have any new ideas....#i'm particularly fond of this jehan though. also pleased with marius#cosette and eponine i just ported from year old sketches from the last time i tried to do these redesigns and failed#because i like them.#anyway! hi <3 hope people like these#crazy what graduating does to a guy. it's like i'm in my unemployment era but actually i still have two jobs#but with just the two jobs...i have time for hobbies again...i can be happy and free...
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Genderswap AU sketch dump, part 3/3
Ai, Kusanagi & Ghost Girl Guy!
#genderswap AU#genderswap#couch arting#attempting to genderswap Ai and realizing I just made regular Ai fanart hdjsfkfkd#the other two were super fun though and I'm fond of how they came out ^^#that's about all the ideas I had for this concept! Took me way longer than I expected but yay it's finally done#ygo vrains
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DJ Music Man, anyone?
#I'm terribly fond of the idea that he has a “bouncer mode”#//scribbles#djmm#fnaf#fnaf dj#security breach#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#dj music man#fanart
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what’s the girlfriend fic???
omg anon am I about to share another wilmon AU idea that I'm a little scared I'm not strong enough a writer to actually fully follow through with??? yeah 😭😭😭
SO!!! Way back when Girlfriend was released I first got this idea for a wilmon AU that has Simon working in a 1920s Weimar Berlin cabaret as a queer performer/singer. Wille would one day stumble into the bar, maybe accidentally, maybe because he has been wondering about some things about himself, maybe simply because he's curious. He'd watch a bit of the show, feel awfully out of his depth, be on the verge of leaving again, when Simon steps out to sing a song and Wille is immediately struck by. Everything about him. By the voice, by his strong presence, by the makeup he wears.
Thus starts a journey of self discovery and of discovery of a community that has been hidden from Wille for all his life. In my mind Simon is so unapologetically queer in this, just as he is in the show, and he doesn't feel the need to tone it down, is proud of his art and of this act of resistance he's able to put on whenever he performs, and of the way their community braves all the challenges society levies at them. And you just KNOW our, thus far, painfully comp-het Wille would be fascinated, would be head over heels, would be inspired and try everything to learn more about Simon.
So.... yeah.... yeah. There'd be so much gender fuckery and exploration of different layers of queerness in this, so many opportunities for Wille to question what it is he actually wants, so many opportunities for Simon to prove that what it all comes down to is embracing who you are on the inside.
Because idk, Girlfriend is suuuuuch a compelling song to me for soooo many reasons, but the gender fuckery of it all??? Endless possibilities. Truly immaculate.
So when those photos came out I was FLABBERGASTED and also stunned into silence because. Holy fucking SHIT, that's even BETTER than imagined 😭😭😭
And now we manifest that I actually get my shit together and write the thing because I physically need to do it.
Thank you for asking 💜
#needless to say but.......... imagine the gender fuckery smut you can do????#god yeah. obsessed w this one. PLEASE FORCE ME TO WRITE IT#wilmon#wilmon fanfic#answered#anon#tales from the google docs#I'm..... so so so SO fucking fond of this idea actually#so 🔪 you know#if you know me you know I'm about to pour everything I've ever learned in every uni course ever into this baby#let's hope it sees the light of day
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do the starclan angels get to taste the culinary evolutions their descendants cook up? do they ever watch their great grandkids salting something and think "damn that looks agreeable"
Sadly there are downsides to being dead. They can still eat and cook the prey in StarClan offerings, but they can't taste of the mortal plane any longer.
There is ONE exception. Sacrificial offerings can be tasted. Tasting these offerings as a spirit can sometimes have... unintended effects.
Nothing magical, but suddenly, it hits you again that the afterlife isn't the same as being alive. There's flavors you haven't experienced in years. Mass returns to your lips and paws. You realize that you aren't breathing, and for a twinge of a second, your chest surges with the warmth of a beating heart.
Angels who died young are usually alarmed and unsettled by eating such offerings, and won't partake more than once. To others it's a comfort. Many cry after their first experience, so perhaps, unknowingly for the living, it's why it's so common to make food sacrifices during droughts.
#Better bones au#Spirituality overhauls#BB!StarClan#Cw cosmic horror#Clan culture#It's a different sort of existence really. It's not a continuation of life but moving onto the next plane#Like lucid dreaming. Your existence being a lucid dream.#And then one day it will simply become the deeper kind of sleep you've always known but cannot describe#I'm personally fond of the idea that in this system that you've experienced every stage of death before. While living#If death is falling asleep. The afterlife is a lucid dream. And fading is simply the unknowable but comforting state of dreamless sleep.#So perhaps likewise. In the other states of being you occasionally experience the other two.
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Baron strikes. Varian is the only person avaible to help Catalina although he's kind of sceptic the whole way through.
#sheerak#Catalina isn't really fond of Varian at this point too#it's like a year or two after the finale#I had this short story in my head since 2020 and I will probably do nothing with it for another few years.#fun fact sometimes a random person starts texting me out of nowhere on ig and I use it as an opportunity to pitch my story ideas like this#she stole the pink bomb from his bag and he's like ok don't do this and I'm sure this is a bad idea#designs are from 2021#I have no idea how old catalina is in canon ??? she's like 4 years younger than V i guess?#please I will practice backgrounds I promise#tangled the series#varian#varian tangled
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Woe, unfinished, mildly edited, fulfire fic tid-bits be upon you
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Like a magnet, his optics kept drifting back to Misfire's face. His stupid, strangely charming face.
For a short while, after Clemency, it had been that face that haunted some of his nightmares. His recalls blurring the lines between the strange reality of Misfire's hands reaching into him to lock his fuel pump back into the very spot he'd pulled it from, and the fear that just as easily he could pull it out again. They had been bloody dreams. Dreams that had him startling awake, gripping his chest in the vain attempt to close what wasn't open, before spending the rest of the day avoiding Misfire's optics.
But now things were different. Not Misfire's face. No, that hadn't changed much. But Fulcrum's dreams had definitely changed. To say the least of what all rolled around in his processor as he slept nowadays.
Some of those newer dreams had crept to the forefront of his mind as he sat there on the couch, staring as the lights of the screen reflected dully across Misfire's plating in hazy blues and greys.
The lighting made his colors seem muddy and faded, but Fulcrum didn't really care, nor did he care to think what it made himself look like. He was too busy bringing an empty engex can to his lips while he watched the crinkle of Misfire's nose as he barked a laugh at something Fulcrum didn't catch onscreen.
He'd started noticing it months ago, all the ways the silvery mesh of Misfire's face would scrunch up with his emotions. Those little crinkles along his optics and nose when he laughed or glared. The creases indented along his cheeks when he grinned. Fulcrum found himself quietly logging away these little details. Idle notes and observations that had suddenly started piling up in the corners of his processer.
He… He'd never really done that before? He'd never really noticed those sorts of things in other mechs.
The faces and expressions of his past colleagues never seemed terribly important. All the details of every smile and frown were never worth filing away, outside of few notable moments where those expressions reflected his work performance. But besides the smile that meant promotion, and the frown that meant he'd screwed up, nothing else was noticeable. Nothing was worth remembering.
But now the memory of every genuine laugh that bubbled out of Misfire sat comfortably besides memories of warm joyful optics that Fulcrum found himself collecting every time Crankcase cracked a rare half-smile for him, or when Krok placed a reassuring hand against his back, or the times Spinister spontaneously pointed out something odd but ultimately nice about his stupid frame.
He didn't really know why he was doing it, memorizing all these mundane little things, just to have them flit through his processer randomly. Maybe it was because those expressions, those details, felt… comforting? Comforting in such a strange and unfamiliar way. But, a good way. A good sort of strange, much like the mechs themselves.
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He had stared for a long moment, the credits and their rolling tune playing somewhere in the background as Fulcrum stared back. But Misfire was never one for personable silence, even as the sound of some likely long dead Iaconian orchestra filled the room.
"What is it?" He asked, a small chuckle escaping him as he brought a hand to his face, "Don't tell me I've poured it all over myself again."
It had taken Fulcrum longer than usual to unstick his glossa from the roof of his mouth as he watched Misfire run a thumb over his lips, but eventually he had coughed out a small, choked, "No."
That had earned him an odd look at first, but with their fields loose and open, Fulcrum could almost feel the exact moment something clicked in Misfire's mind, as the idle comfortable static he projected in pulsing waves evened out into something openly curious and almost subdued.
It wasn't often Fulcrum felt him that clearly.
Misfire tended to keep his field fairly close, though, maybe not as close as the others did, what with how Crankcase kept an iron grip on his, and how Krok's always held an air of strained control, even when it slipped from him. But still, Misfire's was always hard to read, no matter the reach or depth of his field.
Even then and there, with it loose and unfiltered and buzzing with the engex running through his system, there was an ever present undertone of something indescribably jumbled about him, like too many feelings at once, each too vast and hurried for Fulcrum to really feel or understand.
It always seemed to stir the passive anxiety Fulcrum must've been forged with when Misfire's field brushed against his own. As facing the indescribable vague mess of Misfire felt like trying to untangle a pile of live-wires he couldn't even see.
It was almost frustrating in a sense, the need to try and sort and understand what wasn't even his to begin with. But at the same time it was almost exciting as well. It was like a game, like a puzzle he had yet to solve.
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Finally letting his own can go tumbling to the floor to join Misfire's, Fulcrum had brought a hand to cover his face as he drew his legs up and leaned back against the arm of the couch, trying to suppress the fit as the sly look slipped from Misfire's face at the sounds.
While Fulcrum had laughed, and… snorted, embarrassingly, he had felt Misfire's field change again, brushing something fizzy and almost warm against his plating as Misfire's features softened.
"I'm looking at you," Fulcrum had said then between gulps of air, letting his hand fall from his face as he reached out to poke at Misfire's chest, "Dumbaft."
His finger had lingered over the thick plating there for maybe a little longer than necessary, drawing Misfire's attention as it slid down a little before pulling away.
Looking back up again with his helm angled slightly, Misfire had followed the sight of his hand leaving his plating to where Fulcrum let it fall between them.
"Wow…" Misfire had chuckled a little dryly, "I was gonna make it real easy for you. I was going to say something like, ''Do you like what you see?'' or-… or something like that. But now you've ruined it. Good job."
Meeting Fulcrum's optics again as he pulled his own hand back from Fulcrum's shoulder, he brought it to rest between them as well.
"And you're laughing at me," He said next, faking a small pout as his hand drifted closer to Fulcrum's, "Which totally ruins the whole vibe I was going for really. I mean, it's sort of hard to be all nice and suave-like when you're being laughed at. Total vibe killer. Bit of an ego killer too if I'm being honest. So thanks for that loser, thanks for saying I have a funny face."
With Misfire's fingers brushing distractingly past his own, Fulcrum didn't think before the words stumbled out of him.
"I like your face."
It came out almost matter of fact sounding, Fulcrum's laughter having died down while Misfire complained about it. But at the same time the words felt so simple, they came out so easily, and in a weird way they felt nice to say. But Misfire's optics had widened in surprise, his frame frozen and his field suddenly struck quiet, and despite the engex numbing his usual nerves, Fulcrum felt a sudden pang of anxiety because of it.
The silence in Misfire's field was terribly alien. It felt wrong, and something in Fulcrum spiraled to think he had caused it. But slowly, almost as if it were creeping forward, an odd almost scrutinizing uncertainty fanned outward in a careful wave. Misfire moved with it, leaning closer as he searched Fulcrum's expression for something.
"Oh yeah?" He'd said lowly then, and that sly look returned. But that vague uncertainty didn't fade with it, if anything, Fulcrum felt it strengthen. Caught between what he saw, in Misfire's easy smile and dimmed optics, and what he felt, in the growing hollow distance within their fields, Fulcrum found himself frowning and pulling back.
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Growing frustrated with himself, and wanting that feeling back, he had pushed forward, shifting onto his knees as he reached for Misfire's face before the other could pull away from him entirely.
"I like your face." He said firmly, maybe too firmly. His expression still drawn into a frown as he pressed his fingers into Misfire's helm, brushing his thumbs across the silver mesh he'd been staring so intently at before. "I like your optics, and your nose. I- I like the way you smile. When you really smile, and when you laugh. I do. I'm not lying."
And oh there it was again, that little curl of warmth in Misfire's field. Almost a tangible thing, like a brush of ventilation, but Misfire wasn't venting. His mouth hung open ever so slightly, but no breath left him as he stared at Fulcrum with widening optics.
Spurred on by that tiny bloom of warmth, Fulcrum chased after it with slightly slurred words and clumsy hands as he tried to fix whatever he'd done wrong, hoping with each word that Misfire might soften and smile again.
"I like your expressions, and- and I like your voice," He said, glancing down at Misfire's parted lips, and laughing softly, nervously, as he continued, "Even when you say something so stupid. I like- I like the way it sounds. I like your accent, I like the way it makes your words sound. I- I like your- your mouth?"
Once more that weird but nice feeling settled in Fulcrum's chest. Those simple words felt good to say. It felt like a weight off his shoulders, like an admission he'd been waiting to say. About what and why? He wasn't really sure. But the warmth grew, and Misfire took a sharp vent inwards, and that felt right, so Fulcrum kept on.
"I like your helm," He said with a smile, reaching up to brush his fingers over the jutting finials there, before dropping his hands to settle lightly over Misfire's chest. "I like your frame, the colors of it. I like your-"
Before he could finish, Misfire was surging forward, knocking their helms together and nearly bruising the mesh of their noses as he tried for, and just barely missed, Fulcrum's lips.
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#just gonna go ahead and share this before i think too hard about it and chicken out lol#idk. this has been sitting unfinished for a while now. but i'm fond of it and keep going back to re-read it. so?? yeah. idk#maybe i'll get around to finishing it. i like writing out all the like. sensory stuff with this. lots of neat stuff to try with em fields#also fulc being a very earnest drunk lol. and mis trying to be all casual and smooth despite balking in the face of it bcs he's a hot mess#i dunno. i think the og idea behind this was kinda turning the reassurance around to mis. just sorta breaking him down with nice words#fulc is usually on the receiving end of comfort and reassurance. not always. but enough so that it had me thinking bout it other ways round#idk. ultimately its like. just slapping mis with a mild praise kink and seeing what happens when fulc just says nice things to him#the bar is so low for them. fulc is like 'i like your face' with conviction and mis is half-way to keeling over bcs. damn. he needed that#my fav flavor of this is just them approaching romance from two drastically different angles. not on the same page. different books lol#mis plays it all like a surface level game. he's just trying to keep things light and airy. but fulc is going right for the kill#also hitting fulc with the demi romantic/sexual beam adds another fun layer to it all-#-this isnt his playing field. but he's sure as hell winning without really knowing why#ok. i've been up for way too long. was on sick dog duty overnight. its like 8am now and i haven't slept a wink lol#so if there's errors or smth sounds off. idk. pretend you didn't see it. ill fix it later. or i wont. idk. toodles <333#(also this is barely the tip of the iceberg fic wise. depending on how i feel bout this after a nap? might share bits of the big ghost fic-#(-cause that ones at like. 24k-ish now??? and thats only the 1st chap and half of the 2nd. its the fulc sees ghosts concept on steroids)#fulfire#my writing
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