#MISSCHIEF

[k0k0-library]

MDNI: Slow sex and Old tapes

Pairing: Sentinel Prime x F! reader

Fandom: Transformers, specifically Dark of The Moon

Rating: 18+

Warnings: old man servicing you, age gap, xeno, mentions of racism and death, Sentinel still can get it up miraculously

Sentinel is not an asshole in this one, purely for my thirst for this robot.

After being brought back to the world of the living by Optimus' very *gentle* handling with the matrix of leadership, Sentinel was now stranded on this organic planet with his ex-undermechs. They were outnumbered, outgunned and with the pillars now gone thanks to the slow advancement of the humans, the Autobots will have a very hard time in challenging Megatron. Winning was already off the table for the former Commander. All they could do now was maybe try and prelong their already known fate: dying.

Humans were tiny organics, and he looked at them, trated them like they were some kind of desgusting insects. Why did his pupil ally with such insignificant creatures, he couldn't tell. Sentinel was a man of ration and power, but by the Primes, his old age was not helping him in the slightest. And the blonde human femme was infuriating him like no other could in his entire life... and he did deal with some pretty nasty scraplets in said life.

The drop that would fill the glass of anger for the old Commander was when Optimus himself presented a human femme to him. "She will be your guide here on Earth. Y/N was one of our first allies when we arrived here and I believe the two of you will get allong perfectly" Sentinel wanted to protest, he really wanted to, but something in his spark didn't let him when he looked at you. By the stars, weren't you a very pretty human!

Sentinel gently scooped you up in his servos and brought you closer to him, "Aren't you a sight for sore optics" He started to ramble about his past as he carried you to his secluded area of the lab at N.E.S.T. You have learnt many things about Cybertron's past: about the thirteen primes, about the High Council that reigned for generations, about his early ages in the military and the misschief he caused-

"You? Causing misschief? I must say, I can't believe that!"

"Oh, I know little one. But it is true. It was not seldom I found myself sneaking out of my sqad's formations to make a break for it and go in the city! Some of my peers did cover for me when they could so I'd take minimum punishment for it. This reminds me-"

And you also learned quickly that he loved to talk about the past, like any old man. Maybe humans and Cybertronians weren't so different after all, since it was clear that Sentinel Prime was just like a grandpa that talks to you while you wait in line at the convenience store. "Sentinel, you seem to avoid something. Optimus said you are anxious about his battles with Megatron"

"Ah, that..." His voicebox clicked in a weird way trying to clear his voice maybe, then take a deep breath in. He heard that it helps with nerves, but it did anything else than help him. "You are a young speecies, humans. You do not even understand the science behind my spacebridge pillars, let alone understand the complicated feelings of a Cybertronian worrior."

He was right, maybe rude and a bit judgemental, but he was right. You didn't really understand the things that made Transformers click, but one thing you knew very well. "Are you scared?" Was he scared of something? Or maybe you just missinterpreted his actions and was going to anger him.

"Concerned, more than scared. I fear the day that Optimus will make the same mistakes as I once did."

"You were a great teacher, I am sure that he learned from your mistakes long ago"

He smiled slightly, the corners of his intake twitching slightly. You could've sworn you heard him call you a cheecky bustard, but maybe it was just your imagination. Either way, Sentinel Prime trusted you and allowed you to be in contact with him. A huge achievement, my friend, believe me.

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One particular cold night at the N.E.S.T., you were waiting at the docking bay for the platform carring Beta team back home from a mission they had in Europe. They were going to retrieve a Cybertronian artifact that Ratchet's scanners have picked up, but you havent heard from them since they set sail to come home. "Now who is the one that concerns herself with others?" You heard Sentinels quiet, robotic voice coo at you.

He was right, you were concerned, and you had a bad feeling about this. "Can't I be waiting for my friends to come back?" You spat back a bit too harshly, but he didn't mind it. He lost many mech in his life, friends, collegues, even family. War was a terrible thing so he knew better than to make you feel bad about being snappy.

Sentinel sat next to you, tucking his wingblades tightly around him and waiting with you. You glanced up at the metal giant. Now that you thought about it, you never actually saw his alt-mode. What was it? He had detachable wings that he used like claymored when training with Bumblebee and Ironhide; yet he also had truck tires like optimus. 28 guage? He was really heavy duty! Knockout would've approved. It didn't take long for your cheecks to heat up at an alien thought in your mind as you kept eyeing the older Prime.

He didn't show any signs of rusting, like you've seen in Wheeljack, and he certainly was still as strong as a Predacon. For the love of all that's holy, the mech almost tore down the place when he was resurected because he was still in fight mode, ready to shake the grounds for some lowly Decepticons. If there was some kind of parralel for dilfs on Cybertron, you were sure as hell that Sentinel would be a decent one.

You found your eyelids become more and more heavy, and your head bumpped into the side of his thigh with a slight thank sound. "Easy, there little one... I'm still very much made of metal and you of flesh" He chuckled as you rubbed your head where you hurt it. "Yeah, I know. I managed to bonk it like hell on you..."

After some time, you finally realised that no one was coming back and you started to tear up, looking up at the stary sky. You didn't even know why you were crying for, you knew that this was a very dangerous job and it was never certain that they will return at all, let alone return alive. As your eyes clouded with tears, you felt one of Sentinel's digits gently pat you on your hear, ruffling your hair.

"There, there, little one. You are not alone"

"You'll die too one day"

Now why did you have to go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like that. The poor mech was just trying to make you feel better, to confort you; you needn't be that stingy with the old man. You tried to appologise, but he wouldn't have it. As he put it: one must never appologise for the way their soul feels, little one. In other words, he was understanding, more than you ever thought he could.

You cried, as he held you in his hands the whole night. It was almost immpossible for him to soothe your pain to be honest, and the Prime felt bad that he couldn't make his companion feel better. "Death is a bitter and unfair thing, my dear. But we must honour our allies by remembering them in the best way-" You felt very sappy already and shut him up by pressing your hands to his metal lips. He caught the gist and stopped talking, allowing you to talk.

Sentinel's optics widdened slightly as you pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss. The image itself was quite funny because you were quite a small human and he could literally fit you in his intake whole. Not that he'd ever do something like this, Sentinel was a vanilla-typpa-man. Somewhat.

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Later, when the clock hit 2 in the morning and the N.E.S.T. base was almost too quiet, you laid sprawled in one of Sentinel's servos, naked, as he was working his glosa on your needy, wet core. You were trying very hard not to moan, not to even sound out a whine, nothing. But it was difficult, as the older mech knew how to make his partens very satisfied. Every time your body twitched and tried to seek some form of support in him, he left out a slight chuckle.

"Is my little human already going to cum all over?~ Is my sweet girl going to beg for more?~" He kissed you again, the kiss itself being more hungry, but still somewhat holding back. The Prime didn't want to hurt you, not one bit and he knew how fragile humans could be.

His other servo pressed on top of you putting some pressure on your body. His colld metal cooled down your aching heat only a bit, making it more bareable. "So needy, my little girl" One of his thumbs moved and prodded the enterance of your vagina. That was it, you couldn't contain yourself anymore as you began to moan for him and sob as he got his tip in.

He shushed you, as his interface panels slowly retracted and let his spike presurise. By the Primes, he thought you were absolutely devine. Sentinel shifted himself, one servo holding you, thumb pumping slowly in and out of your pussy and one on his spike, slowly chasing his own overload.

"Are you going to be a good girl for your sire?"

"Yes-"

"Yes?"

"Yes!" You screamed out as you squirted, yet his movements didnt stop. "no, no little girl. We aren't stoppint until I have seen enough of that pretty face of yours as you cum on my digit.

Lets just say, the morning was finally when you managed to catch some shut eye.

[awooooooooooo]

who is the most popular member of ateez among your friends or in the fandom of your country?

I can't speak for my country since I really only talk about Ateez with five other friends BUT I sent the question out to the group chat. I asked:

"Hey girlies who is your fav in ateez & why?"

They said:

Z: "I’m very much OT8 and famously horrible at choosing, so my fav changes every few months 🙈 I am currently very infatuated with Wooyoung, because I just really love his happy energy, it’s smth I’m struggling to come up with atm and he’s very infectious in that way, he brings a lot of joy and I appreciate that about him 😁 I also sympathize with him bc we have the same skin condition, and I’m proud that he’s so open about it 🙈 (I’m very sappy that way yes 😂)"

R: "I also do like everyone, but my fav is Seonghwa because he's a huge nerd and softie but then on stage he is completely different and I just love how much of a performer he is and the emotions he put into it and the characters he plays. Like how during the recent US tour he changed up that one dance performance with Yunho+Hongjoong and it almost seemed like he was going through the five stages of grief throughout the tour. Or the like think Inception vs Guerrila. Also very much vibing with how he's exploring fashion styles and seems to be more comfy in his body. Very inspirational 🫣"

U: "You know who my boys are :p Amusingly Yeosang is my absolute fav even though I always think it's wooyoung. Whenever I then actually engage with stuff it's like…Nope it's Yeosang. Wooyoung super close second but yes Yeosang has subtle himbo energy even though he's really smart and so hecking considerate. AND HIS DEEP VOICE. And Wooyoung…Misschief incarnate. Complete little demon energy, has a great laugh, got wrapped in chains for that mv that one time"

(U is so right, Wooyoung did get wrapped in chains that one time and we all thank him for it)

N: "favourites are a scam BUT Hongjoong remains my special boy in a way. Something about the way he commits to everything (making his art pieces, loving his people, performing his shows) while never being intimidating is both relatable and inspirational"

E: "I think my favs are yunho and hongjoong. I really appreciate yunho’s type of humour. And I have a weakness for dancers. And I guess the fact yunho is one of a few tall idols does help. As for Hongjoong similar reasons as N. And also absolutely love his covers. In general just love that Ateez really don’t do the whole idol image thing. And do have opinions about things. And honourable mention is anytime San is on stage"

We're all 30 something Dutch women btw :)

[skullkxd]

-> @galarglory

"YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!"

“So, yanno how the league board has been doin’ that adoption thing? They did it last year too, when I got MissChief, my aipom, and this year…”

Ree holds up a squishy, excited looking Inkay.

“Turns out, this guy was lookin’ for a home too, and they think I’d be a good fit to train em up! I named em Paintblast. Pronounced PAIN-tee-blast.”

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Looking Out For The Twins

Summary: Set in a Modern AU. While waiting for the twins, Hiccup has an unexpected talk with their mother that leads to a promise.

Warnings: /

Rating: General

Words: 1 035

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Ruff and Tuff's mother

Pairing: /

Author's Notes: Wrote this on a whim (as I do with most of my fics) Came kind of out of nowhere, but I was in need of a slightly fluffier fic.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

The house of the Thorston Twins isn’t a place Hiccup frequents. He’s been here once or twice before, he’s there now as he waits for Ruffnut and Tuffnut to get dressed for the day- though he told them the evening before to be ready- and so he finds himself in their living room.

He feels awkward as he sits on one end of the couch, a cup of coffee in hand. It’s the kind of awkward someone feels when they’re in a house they’re not familiar with, like he’s intruding even though he has permission to be here. The mother of his friends let him in.

Mother Thorston sits on the other end of the couch, sipping on her own cup. Just like the house, she’s not too familiar to him. He knows what she looks like- she is just as blond as Ruff and Tuff, though her eyes lean more towards the latter’s- what her first and last names are, that she works two or three jobs to support them all and their grandfather and the house is inherited, but that’s where his knowledge of her ends.

“So,” she starts. “How is school? Ruffnut and Tuffnut mentioned you were graduating this year.”

“Uh ya-yeah, I am. I don’t think exams are going to give me too much trouble,” Hiccup is surprised by her show of interest. Though, it’s probably one of those topics people bring up in order to fill in the silence by being polite when a teenager is involved in the conversation. Like asking someone what the weather is like.

The awkwardness growing, he tries to distract himself by taking a sip of his cup of coffee. He neglected to ask for sugar or milk, yet the taste still catches him by surprise. He hopes he doesn’t make it too obvious.

“They told me you’re smart, smarter than most,” the older woman continues and Hiccup can see where the twins get their directness from.

“Uh, I guess… Though in what way, that’s entirely up for debate,” that last part is mostly muttered. He supposes nobody can deny that he’s smart, but there are certain parts of his personality that sometimes cancel out all that gray matter of his.5“You help them with their homework and their school projects,” she states.

“I mean, so does Fishlegs.”

“You keep them straight.”

“I’m, ah… going to keep my thoughts to myself.”

“I was so surprised when my twins told me they wanted to go to the library when they were 14 to loan books,” their mother states with a fond expression. “The only reason they used to go there was to vandalize the place, but now the only misschief they get up to there now is to see how many books they can get away with. And they read them, too!”

There’s a loud bang that comes from upstairs and Tuffnut groans whils Ruffnut laughs.

Hiccup puts his cup down, feeling like this conversation isn’t just random.

“Mrs. Thorston, is there something you want to talk about?” His awkwardness disappears, it’s a Haddock trait to be good in confrontations.

“Hiccup,” she breathes. “I’m sure you have your own plans after graduation, but… do you think you can you find the time to look after them still?”

Hiccup’s brow raises in surprise.

“You know how old they were when they first got arrested? They were 11 years old! They were caught stealing candy bars and chocolate from the gas station,” she reminisces, telling him something he already knows. Berk isn’t a large town, after all. It’s just barely above a village. Until Hiccup’s generation, they didn’t even have internet!

Mother Thorston places her cup down as well and observes the serious, but attentive, look in his eyes. With her twins, she can’t tell half the time if they’re paying attention or not, but with Hiccup you know he’s there, his gears turning.

“It was only downhill from there. They would get in trouble at school, cheat, bully Sven’s poor sheep, vandalize… And when they told me they were hanging around Stoick’s boy, “with his one leg and his geeky brain,” I thought; here we go some more,” the mother sags in her seat, her fingers pressing on some imminent pounding in her skull.

“And then… some time after, they went to the library, but not to vandalize it?” Hiccup wonders, hoping to finish the tale for her.

She nods, smiling at their guest.

“They changed. They changed and started talking about you, about their other friends, and they weren’t getting into nearly as much trouble as they used to. But in all honesty, Hiccup, I-”

“You’re afraid that once I graduate, I won’t be in their lives anymore and they’ll slip,” he doesn’t mean to cut her off, but he does.

“Yes,” she releases a deep sigh.

Hiccup smiles at her and she recognizes what kind simply because Ruffnut and Tuffnut mention him so often. It’s the kind that tells her not to worry.

“It’s true that I do have my own plans for the future,” plans he and Astrid are making with each other in mind. “But I have no intentions of leaving anyone behind. Don’t worry, Mrs. Thorston, I’ll look out for them.”

His promise brings a smile of relief to her face, melting away the tiredness he hadn’t even noticed was there until it lifted. That’s how much of a part of her it’s become.

“Thank you,” she tells him, sighing for the final time. Unlike her children, she’s somewhat quiet.

As they wait for the twins, they find other topics to talk about, Hiccup makes another attempt at drinking the coffee he was kindly offered and when they finally come down Tuffnut makes a comment about “mom and dad sitting in the same living room together being awkward.” Hiccup and their mother wear a very similar expression at that comment.

The three of them bid the twins’ mother goodbye before they leave through the front door to meet Astrid, Fishlegs and Snotlout somewhere she doesn’t know. Despite this, there’s no need to worry, because her children have people they can rely on who care enough to keep them out of trouble.

[lewismathesonart]

“Misschief”

Digital

2023

[somesaltycookies]

Yo what's the story behind trickster twins? They look cool as hell!

Thanks so much! They are the most recent addition to the ever growing list of dnd-related oc's. Created for a halloween themed oneshot we'll be playing soon. So far what we got is that they are a rogue and a cleric, who were raised by their loving tiefling parents. But as is often the case with dnd characters, tragedy strikes and the two end up only having one another left to rely on. Their already strong bond grows even stronger, they even develop their own way of communicating with one another. It often seems like they are speaking in riddles, but to them it all makes perfect sense. They like causing misschief, speak fluent sarcasm and would go to the ends of the realm for one another.

[demonicrosebushsims]

Nehushta the Brass and Aramita the Copper Two Queens more alike than they think One loves the arts, the other misschief But both much kinder than their chromatic counterparts

Yes! I'm back to my Dragon Queens. It's time for some metalic girlies, looking great with @valhallansim 's Horns

[wackbitstudios]

Living in their shadows

Commissions are open on https://ko-fi.com/wackbitstudios/commissions

[edylin31]

Work as a freelance programmer and a, well, mafia criminal, is hard, so Amy and Lorenzo decided to take a small vacation in Sulani. They enjoyed the weather and the beach and each other, with some night time skinny dipping 🥵😎

Amy reached level 10 programming and go one more element, so she only needs 5 more to complete the collection. For her aspiration she only needs to reach level 10 misschief.

[wahitsoctavia]

i like to recite this video like its the rubber room rat copypasta. additionally that other video:

"the dubious little creeeatture getting up to misschief; this is no good.

AUGH! the beast is demonic in nature. very icky, no good."

[intcongarchsection]

A Forum around flying - their initial comments about the air traffic issue in August which cancelled all the flights.

Suffice to say they are not impressed with NATS!

[guarionexjr]

MISS/CHIEF Collective

Styling by Tahia Islam

Photography by Guarionex Rodriguez Jr

[panicatthefandomboy]

I thought it was secretly supper excited.

Because "jammer" in dutch is often used when something go's bad or when it's simply bad news.

So the not jammer a.k.a. "niet jammer" is the perfect embodiment of "those terrible things are exactly as planned".

Just, that's basically a sign of misschief right there. Not jammer, mistakes and chaos by design.

I'm fuckign dying

[bloodynora]

29 if 50: Thank you so much for this award, which I completely deserve, I believe the children are our future, I won't let you down, thank you *sob* thank you #50x50 #50 #MissAdventure #MissChief #MissWorld #vintagedress #kitsch #1970s #50plusmakeup #ageagainstthemachine #agedisgracefully #sundayselfie #selfiesunday #selfieproject #70sdress #plastictiara https://www.instagram.com/p/CCiQQyyHFJz/?igshid=asih2hnbo32g

[mosquitoking]

Kamen Rider Sundae, Misschief and Tape were all made thru this! And if you have a very specific idea for an OC, you can commission me!

Lets make a Kamen Rider! Give me your ideas and i will pick one or several of them and make a rider out of it! Go Wild!

[moony-moons-world]

10 things about Remus Lupin

1: When Remus was little he loved football

2: His eyes were this particular shade of green, not the misty kind, but like ivy

3: Everyday of his life, after he got friends with James, Sirius, Peter and Lily, he was astonished that they wanted to be friends with him

4: He was the one who found the spell to let people 'appear' on the Marauders Map

5: His favourite colour was the kind of yellow of sunrise

6: Remus was incredibly fond of Vilvaldi's music

7: His record of reading books in a year was stuck at eighty

8: The reason that he quit as Defense Against the Dark Arts was because he didn't want to teach at a school were the Headmaster told him that Sirius Black had been guilty, whereas Remus knew he wasn't.

9: Remus was left handed

10: If he was sad, he would go to James, if he was angry, he would go Peter, if he was lonely, he would go to Lily and if he was happy, he would go to Sirius