#Towing Guidelines

[pattersontowingllc]

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[techdriveplay]

How to Tow a Trailer Safely

Towing a trailer can be an essential skill, whether you’re transporting a boat for a weekend getaway, moving furniture across town, or embarking on a cross-country road trip with a camper. However, it’s not as simple as hitching the trailer and hitting the road. Understanding how to tow a trailer safely is crucial for protecting not only your cargo but also yourself, your passengers, and everyone…

[midnightscramble]

Hi, how about a violet Bridgestone x reader, courting story maybe where violets kids feel like reader is replacing edmund? Thanks!

Promenading with Widows Part 1 (Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The Masterlist

Author's Note: This is dedicated to @blueberrycoffee19. No author is perfect and bear in mind that asks are taken as guidelines. Please enjoy and Happy readings to you.

Summary: Violet befriends a mysterious stranger in the park. Lady Y/n arrives at the Bridgerton estate during calling hour, confusing Violet's children. For the first time in years, Violet skips Sunday mass. A meeting is arranged to clarify intentions.

Warnings: ankle injury, implied period typical homophobia, implied period typical sexism, discussion of spousal deaths, strong argumentative language (Anthony yells at Violet), brief religious guilt.

The morning mist had yet to settle across the Ton. Nevertheless, Violet decided to brave the slight chill in an effort to clear her mind. Having the innocent intention of supporting their mother, the Bridgerton children had all congregated back to the family estate for the anniversary of Edmund's death. With spouses and grandchildren in tow, the house was more crowded than ever, leaving little space for the woman to breathe.

Taking a single footman with her, she had fled to the town's lustrous garden, caring little that five in the morning was not an appropriate time to be walking along through foliage. Ordering him to man the carriage, she began a quick paced stroll, letting her frustration and annoyance empower her stride. Violet failed to notice the changing scenery, continuing onto an unmarked dirt path that weaved through the un-manicured trees.

Light weakly filtered through the leaves, casting an inconvenient shadow across the path, perfectly concealing a divot in the dirt. Violet's ankle rolled and she yelped as she fell forward. Catching herself on her hands, she hissed through clenched teeth. This was not the relaxing walk she had been hoping for. She tried to apply pressure to it and stand, only to collapse again with a groan. Violet finally took in her surroundings, and quickly came to realize that the route she was on seemed thoroughly neglected, with weeds and vines covering portions of the path. Bleakly, she wondered how long it would take for a search party to find her.

A twig snapped in the distance and Violet's heart hammered, she glanced in every direction to try and locate the culprit. In the far distance she caught sight of what appeared to be a woman's figure. Relieved she called out, "Hello!"

A startled gasp came from the woman, "Oh!, Hello there?" Lady Y/n could not track where the disembodied voice had suddenly emerged from.

"I am in need of your assistance, you see I've fallen!" she called to the stranger.

Lady Y/n's eyes widened, "I see, keep talking and I shall find my way to you!"

...

Y/n offered her arm to Violet, allowing her to pull herself up from the path. Unbalanced, she swayed slightly while trying to maneuver on one foot. Rather brashly, Y/n pulled Violet's arm around her shoulder, and brought an arm to her waist, successfully taking the weight off her injured side.

Dazed by the foreign contact Violet started to ponder aloud, "Where on Earth did you come from?" Y/n chuckled in surprise, causing Violet's cheeks to burn in embarrassment. While the situation they were in was precarious, that did not mean social graces would be abandoned. "Pardon me. I meant to inquire as to-"

Sending the brunette a sideways look, she interuppted, "From the other side of the garden."

Violet rebuffed, "There is another side of the garden?"

"You must be from the central Ton." Y/n hummed as she made a quick study of the woman as they walked. By her clothes, she could tell Violet was of high status, no doubt a Lady of some kind, or even a Duchess.

Slightly irked, Violet chewed on the inside of her cheek before defensively responding, "Yes I am. Forgive me for not introducing myself. I am Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton." Despite her imposition, she managed to make the introduction with her head held high. If she hadn't felt sorry for the woman's pain, Y/n would have laughed at the irony.

"Should I address you as such, Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton? Or do you have an actual name?" Violet guffawed at the gall of this woman. She was somehow biting in a delightful way, and the smirk she adorned allowed her company to know her comment was in jest.

Violet found herself smirking back as she responded, "Violet, Violet Bridgerton."

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Violet."

...

Arriving at the gates of the garden, Y/n raised an arm towards Violet's carriage, waving it over.

Sniffing in posture, she nonchalantly questioned Violet, "I presume you shall make it home without furthering your injuries?"

Violet laughed at the teasing, "Perhaps you should see me home yourself..." She trailed off as the forwardness as her words registered. She stammered, "That is so I -I can properly thank you for you assistance- all that you've done for me." While blessed with many gifts such as beauty and intelligence, Violet had always been lacking when it came to navigating social relations outside of her home.

Even her one true friend, Lady Danbury, had been intricuintly tied to her family in some way. Violet never understood why she had such difficulty acquiring female friends. Perhaps it was the unwelcoming nature of other women in the Ton, too keen on gossiping and subtle social competitions. However, with this fine stranger she had met today, she knew she was not unwelcome. Her sudden nerves could only be attributed to feeling intimidated. She wanted this mystery woman to like her.

"Perhaps later in the day, I'm afraid I have some business to attend to, or you could join me on such ventures?" Y/n smiled and removed her hand from Violet's waist and allowed the footman to take over.

Violet released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, "Sounds wonderful," as she was being ushered into the carriage it occurred to her that she did not know her strange savior's name.

She called through the open carriage window, "Forgive me for the overdue introduction, I did not catch your name," Y/n smiled up at her softly.

"Lady Y/n Y/l/n." Violet's smile faltered as it dawned on her. She had spent the morning promenading with the recently deceased Lord Y/l/n's widow who, intriguingly, was not in mourning attire.

...

Back at the Bridgerton estate, Violet changed into shorter shoes that pressed loosely around her ankles. The house had awakened in her absence and despite having their partners to keep them in check, it appeared as though the collective presence of her children caused them to revert to childish bickering.

"Daphne, you cannot claim to have been father's favorite, especially given that he is not here to testify on his own behalf," Anthony huffed, licking the tip of his finger a diligently flipping a page of the Bible.

Rolling her eyes, she stripped the book out of his hands, "He undeniably favored me, that is why I want to be the one to read the scriptures of mourning aloud after mass."

Sitting at the small table playing cards with his sister, Gregory piped up, "Why are we remembering him tomorrow when in fact the anniversary of father's death was two days ago-" cut off by Hyacinth, she answered "Because MaMa delights in Sunday services, now please, If you would only play your hand my winning would be immienent."

Feigning a yawn, he stretched out, "Sorry dear sister, it appears the game must wait till tomorrow."

She reached out to pinch him, but her hand was caught by Eloise, "It is not fair to play such games with him, Hyacinth," Gregory smirked victoriously, "He is not of your caliber of intelligence, I dare say playing with him is so unchallenging that you may as well be playing with a child."

Affronted, Gregory stood up, "If anyone needs me, I shall be in the garden practicing my archery,"

From her position on the couch, Violet finally felt the need to interfere, "Gregory, do take someone with you, I do not want a repeat of what happened Christmas Eve when you received the bow and arrow, and thought it brilliant to make off into the night to hunt pigeons." She looked at him pointedly and his ears burned with embarrassment.

Looking towards the other men in the room, he defended himself, "I killed eight pigeons-"

"And impaled your hand." Violet raised her eyebrows and the room quieted, "Francesca dear, would you and Lord Kilmartin accompany Gregory, I know I can trust the two of you not to encourage him beyond his capabilities."

"Of course MaMa," the couple smiled kindly and Gregory followed them out the room, Hyacinth trailed after them shortly.

...

A footman led Lady Y/n up to the parlor, announcing her presence to Violet, "The Lady Y/n Y/l/n."

Violet stood abruptly, smiling with inhibition. "Lady Y/n," she went up to her and put a hand on her arm, "I am so glad you took up my invitation,"

Playfully she nudged the other woman, "How could I deny the Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton?" Violet threw her head back and laughed. Benedict crossed the room and placed himself in front of Violet, "I assume my mother has somehow arranged for us to meet?" He suavely took her hand and placed a gentle kiss upon it. Violet's eyes bulged and she was about to ramble an apology, but stopped when Y/n eyed her over his shoulder.

"My apologies for your confusion, Mister Bridgerton. I am here to call upon Lady Violet," Y/n smiled warmly at the woman, "and invite her on a buisness outing."

Miffed, Benedict retracted but gave the woman a leveled stare. "Oh, that would be lovely, should I change for the occasion?"

"You look splendid as you are," Y/n intertwined her arm with Violet's, causing the woman to blush faintly, "Now tell me, do you like art, Lady Bridgerton?"

...

In the carriage, Y/n explained that Violet would be accompanying her to a private viewing of a new gallery that would potentially be on display in the royal palace.

Violet pondered, how was it that Y/n had that sort of connection, to preview art and decide if it met their formidable Queen's standards. She pursed her lips and decided to prod, "My deepest condolences on the passing of Lord Y/l/n, he was a domineering figure in this community." While the Lady had meant it as a compliment, Y/n knew all too well of his "domineering" nature.

"Yes, it was a great loss for the community," she answered diplomatically. Violet bit her lip, they were already two hours into their journey to the gallery. If she offended Lady Y/n, she would most likely face no repercussion, as the woman was obligated to return her home regardless. So, she pushed on, "and a great loss for you?"

Y/n met her eyes quickly, evaluating whether Violet could be trusted, "A great burden indeed," Violet hummed at the double meaning and let you continue, "It seems the only thing I have gained is a great deal of responsibility."

Violet was not sure she had ever met such a character like Y/n, who spoke in entendres and cleverly concealed her enjoyment of agency and independence. The woman was a cat, sweet looking to those who underestimated her, and formidable to those who saw through the guise. Violet liked what she saw.

Having gotten her answer, she changed the topic, "Is it tough being alone in the estate? After Edmund passed-" she restarted, "Even with the company of my children, I felt lonesome."

Y/n shrunk slightly against her seat, "I... Yes, it is rather lonesome..." She bit her lip, "In truth," Violet perked up, "the late Lord Y/l/n was a man who took up space. When he entered a room he consumed it, and when you get accustomed to such... life without it, while peaceful, is empty." She looked down at her hands, regretting the words as soon as they left her mouth.

Violet reached for her hands, she found it peculiar how touching this woman came so naturally to her, like their skins were meant to meet. Lady Y/n had soft hands, cold yet not overly icy, perfectly complimenting Violet's own, which had a tendency to run hot.

As she gazed upon her fondly she started to understand her strange savior, "I have noticed that it is particularly difficult for young women, such as yourself, to be married to older Lords. The language of love changes vastly between each generation."

Y/n barked out a laugh unexpectedly, "He did not love me, he had been pinning over Joanna Cowper since they were babes!" Violet blanched and her lips turned up at the sudden tone shift of conversation.

"You must be joking."

"He wrote her letters every morning and every night until the day he died. He admired her 'pious nature' and 'endless devotion towards sensibility', in fact he would often implore me to be the same."

Violet laughed, unable to imagine the unconventional widow behaving sensibly, "Oh, I cannot even fathom what that would entail for you."

"Lots of kneeling and begging for salvation." Y/n put her hands up in mock prayer and Violet laughed loudly. A shiver ran up her spin and she briefly felt sick with herself for laughing at something so blasphemous.

...

By the time they had arrived, the evening had turned to morning, and the two Ladies began inspecting each piece, passing comments between each other. The artist stood nervously in the corner, while renowned in his field, the possibility of being hung in the palace was no small feat.

Y/n turned to Violet, "So which do you favor?"

"I do so love the ones of valleys, however the depictions of roman battles are quite compelling," Y/n nodded encouragingly then looked over her shoulder at the footmen who stood against the wall. Understanding her silent command, they dismounted Violet's favorites and passed an envelope to the artist.

Violet spluttered, "Are you certain- I am not sure if they will be up to the Queen's-"

"They are beautiful Violet, you have quite the eye for this," Y/n winked and started towards the exit, with Violet trailing eagerly after her with flushed cheeks. For someone who's late husband had the ability to consume a room, the same was proving true to his wife. Violet felt as if she was in the belly of the beast and wanted to be nowhere else.

...

The roads were unnaturally empty in the Ton upon their return. Y/n commented on such, "I suppose most would be attending early morning mass," Violet's face fell. She had missed the service.

...

"Anthony, how many times must I apologize?" Violet paced as her son's face turned red with anger.

He smoothed a hand through his hair, "I came all this way, with my pregnant wife, to memorialize your late husband and my father and you are out galavanting with some conniving widow!"

"She is not conniving-"

Anthony took three long strides to tower over her, "Do you think she is actually your friend, MaMa." Violet backed away and let her face pinch up in distaste, she did not like this version of her son one bit.

"It is all a little too convenient that near weeks after her husband dies she is promenading with you, coming to our home and introducing herself to Benedict. You may as well have been associating with some common harlot-"

Violet snapped, "Anthony! you will not say such things in my house-"

"Oh, but it is not your house, Dowager Viscountess, it is mine, and as long as you are in my house, you will not see her again." He crossed the room and stared at the fireplace.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Violet tried to explain herself, "You all arrive here, bombard me with your sudden appetite for immortalizing your father, whom we have been without for fifteen years, and expect me to act like that is a novel idea? I visit your father's grave everyday-"

"You didn't yesterday." He gripped the fire mantel tightly.

"I was preoccupied,"

"Is this friend of yours more important than family? More important than father?"

"I will not compare the two, it is completely different-"

He looked over his shoulder at her, "It really isn't... I do not know what is compelling you to abandon him like this but I hope it is worth it."

...

Alone in her room Violet sat, slumped over her Vanity. She was not sure how the day had gotten away from her so quickly. She had been peacefully sent adrift by Y/n only to be caught in Anthony's rip-current and dragged back ashore, unable to escape the land she is tied to. Violet knew Anthony would turn the woman away if she called upon her again, and she rather not Lady Y/n think it was on her account. She resolved to write a letter, warning the young widow of the situation:

Dearest Lady Y/n Y/l/n

I am writing to you because our acquaintance has made quite the stir within my family. I would not think it wise to meet again until the ill will curried for you by my children dwindles. Although we cannot meet in person, I hope writing to each other will nurse our blooming friendship.

Yours,

Dowager Viscountess Bridgertion

...

Six days later, at precisely twelve in the afternoon, a footman strolled into the parlor. "Lady Bridgertion, a gift has arrived for you from Lady Y/l/n." All chatter in the room ceased as Anthony had taken it upon himself to make everyone aware of the poisonous widow. The footman placed a small package on the table and exited swiftly, not wanting part in the drama that would inevitably follow.

Hyacinth approached slowly, "Anthony, it would be rude to return a gift..." His younger siblings all looked at him with curious, pleading eyes. Feeling his resolve crack, he kept the letter that accompanied the gift and handed the package to Hyacinth, who eagerly rushed to their mother.

"Well go on," he tiredly took a seat.

Violet licked her lips, Y/n had not responded to her letters, despite sending one each day since they parted. She laid awake most nights in anticipation. Pacing her room she would occasionally look out her window, wondering if this was the moment her correspondence would be returned. Now, the moment was upon her. She looked across the room. Selfishly, she wanted to open it in the privacy of her bedroom where no one could taint the precious gift from her friend. Regardless of her true desires, she began prying at the corners of the delicate packaging.

Inside was a book titled Precaution, Violet thumbed through the pages and quickly realized that there was discrete notes left on the pages, the young woman's way of secretly communicating with her. She closed it delicately and shrugged innocently towards her son. Bored, Anthony opened the letter:

Dearest Dowager Viscountess Bridgertion,

I searched long and far for a book that truly encapsulates the over zealous views of your eldest son. While he may think me cheap company, clawing at the rungs of high society to pull myself higher, I hope this book may help him make that determination. Of course, a woman as vile as myself thoroughly enjoyed reading it. I hope the gore, madness and lust brings you similar unsavory pleasure and persuades you to let me marry your Benedict... I only jest.

I do hope it is Anthony who reads this letter first, I await the day you narrate his expressions. Looking forward to your next letter.

Yours,

Lady Y/n Y/l/n.

Anthony rose and clutched the letter in a tight fist, "She must be dealt with, this is highly inappropriate," Hyacinth snatched it from his hand, nearly ripping it in two. She started reading aloud to the room and Anthony went after her. Their siblings erupted in laughter while they listened to Hyacinth. Violet hid her laugh behind a polite hand, cheeks warming at Y/n's brazenness.

Daphne giggled, "Anthony, you are the one who must apologize, you do know Lady Y/n is in the Queen's court and you have sufficiently earned the Queen's ire last season and now Lady Y/n's as well."

"I simply wish to know her intention with all this," He seethed. A hand cusped his bicep and he turned to see his lovely wife Kate coming to soothe him. He released a breath and she smiled at him, "I think it best that the Bridgerton children remain uninvolved, perhaps leave the investigation up to Penelope and I ?"

He sighed in concession, "Very well, my love."

[starrysilvalley]

Time for the secondary protagonist of this tale, Emmet! He may have a familiar face— if only he had the same understanding of himself. He occupies more of a Virgil/mentor archetype, and within the Pokémon games universe he would be the closest to a Professor role.

To emphasize again, this project takes place in distant future of the Pokémon in-game universe. The plotlines of previous games are all considered canon up until Pokémon Scarlet and Violet. Anything past that is considered non-canon within the context of Spectrum. Emmet’s place in particular was based on the context of PLA and my own interpretations/theories on the subject of the twins when playing it (mostly answering questions like “where is Emmet”, “is he in present-day Unova or another time/place entirely”, “what happened to cause the separation”, etc.)

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Emmet is an amnesiac and fugitive against the New Unova League, as well as a surrogate father to Una. Despite being a verrry blunt and open book, Emmet remains a bit of a mystery. His earliest memory is waking up in the custody of the Pokémon League with nothing but his ratty coat and hat that just so happened to have his name stitched inside. Interregators told him he was found with illegal possessions (what type of possessions, he still doesn't know) and had been conspiring to eliminate the Champion. It was only through an intervention that he was able to escape with a mysterious little girl in tow. To this day, he still has no idea where he came from before his captivity or if he has any roots somewhere in New Unova. Although there will always remain the desire to know his true self, under the current circumstances, Emmet is focused more on his found family in Una and his business partner Fajra.

Due to his experiences, Emmet has a tendency to be more reserved… at least, sometimes. He is more mischievous than he first appears and typically uses this to his advantage when faced with more sketchy characters. He is very observant, but learned that his commentary can get him into trouble. It also may just be that he has become more restrained with his trickster side in order to show a good example to the young rascal in his charge. If he wants her to follow his safety guidelines, he should probably learn to follow them himself, right?

Emmet currently only has one Pokémon— a Neo Variant Liepard. If he had any other Pokémon prior to his amnesia, he has no way of knowing where they are or what they were. He acquired Liepard during his incarceration, but he’s never spoken on the specifics of how he acquired her. Regardless, their experiences together led to a strong comradery between them. Liepard is almost always out of her pokéball and flanking his side. For whatever reason, Emmet never pursued acquiring more Pokémon and seems to avoid Pokémon battles altogether. He’s never made it clear why this is the case. However, on the rare occasion where he and Liepard do battle, they are notoriously ruthless and almost perfectly in-sync. At the very least, he has shown to have a strong knowledge of battling, even if he doesn't seek it out.

I currently do not have as many sketches of Emmet as I do Una since I'm building Una from the ground u, and I struggle to find a design/style I like for him. This sketch of the pair and their Pokémon is one of my favorites.

My one other drawing I liked was an even chibi-er version of him (I don't usually draw in chibi style, but its proven to be the easiest to use), including some character notes from the time.

I've gone back and forth on a LOT of his character since I wanted to have his character explore a twist in the themes originally given to him by the creators. I know there are theories that Emmet is meant to embody truth while his brother embodies ideals, so its been an interesting challenge to work with this character in the dystopian context where truth is oppressed and often requires characters to abandon honesty. Its also difficult because Emmet is known for his optimism and I don't want to take that from him, even in a dystopian context. I believe his upbeat/mischievous nature helps him stand out from his brother, and quite frankly, I think even dystopian worlds could use some hope. I'm just more use to writing Ingo characters rather than Emmets. I'm hoping I can do this little guy justice :’)

[in1-nutshell]

Hey, not too long ago. There was a prompt about bot crash landing on to earth and getting adopted by ten year old buddy. If requests are open, might I suggest the same prompt with Rodimus and Drift (separately).

The concept for these two interactions has been stuck in my brain for days.

Rodimus- I'm a dad now, this is my kid.

Magnus- you can barely take care of yourself, how do you expect to take care of a human child.

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Drift- heeeeyyyyyy Ratchet... how do you feel about kids.

Wow! First request! I haven't put up a message for that yet...BUT consider this the first of many to come. I will be posting when the request will be open and some guidelines as soon after this posted.

Hope you enjoy this and feel free to request!

Rodimus and Drift (separately) accidentally crash lands and is slightly injured on Earth and meets a 10-year-old Human Buddy

SFW, Familial, platonic, mention of injury, Human reader

MTMTE/LL

Rodimus

Rodimus groaned as he sat up feeling slight pain in his struts. He looked around him and nearly did a double take. He was on Earth. It had to be, He recognize those pine trees and fuzzy moss anywhere. Unless he was on some weird simulation, or Swearth again.

He hears a small sneeze and attempts to reach for his blaster before his wrist began to hurt. He prepares for whatever is coming his way.

A small human with a bucket filled with water waddles into his clearing. They take one look at him and waddle their way to his acheing pede and proceed to dump the water on it.

“Cold! That was cold! Why did you do that for?”--Rodimus

“You were overheating. I had to cool you down. The names Buddy by the way Mr. McQueen.”—Buddy

“McQueen? Who—nevermind. My name is Rodimus, rodimus Prime.”--Rodimus

He goes to shake Buddy’s hand but his wrist shot in pain causing him to hiss. Buddy dropped their bucket and reached into their pocket and pulled out 3 Hot Wheel bandaids and with a concentrated face began sticking them all over his servo.

“Uhhh… What are you doing?”--Rodimus

“I’m helping obviously.”--Buddy

“While I appreciate—”--Rodimus

“Shhh! Let the band aids do their thing Mr. Prime.”--Buddy

“Rodimus. Just Rodimus. Anyways where’s your parents? They should be too far.”—Rodimus

“Never met them Rodimus.”--Buddy

“Wait what?”—Rodimus

Rodimus pauses taking in that information in

He tries to lighten the mood a bit and asks Buddy some basic questions he heard that little kids liked answering.

“So, what’s your favorite color?”--Rodimus

“I like orange. Like the one on you, it’s a pretty color.”--Buddy

“It is! I always tell my friends it’s a cool color!”--Rodimus

“Oh! Do you like cheetah’s? They are like, super-duper-fast!”--Buddy

“Don’t know what that is but if its fast then it has to be awsome!”--Rodimus

“Right!”—Buddy

The two eventually fall into a nice conversation until Rodimus notices the sun fall across the horizon. He asks Buddy if they know a place where they could lie low for a bit. Buddy nods and begins walking further into the thick wood.

Rodimus slowly followed in tow.

Buddy eventually comes to an old, abandoned gas station. Good for Rodimus. No other humans to know of his existence. Buddy goes to the back and opens the back garage door. A place for Rodimus, sure a little cramped but still better than sleeping in the thick wood.

Buddy went back in the store and retrieved dozens of trash bags and a sleeping bag for their improv sleepover.

“At a sleep over, you have to tell stories before we go to sleep.”--Buddy

“Any story?”--Rodimus

“Any story.”--Buddy

“Well, I have one. Let me tell you about the time I single handedly wrestled a Sparkeater.”--Rodimus

“I don’t know what that is, but it sounds cool and creepy. Tell me!”--Buddy

To his surprise Buddy was fully interested in his stories. And it was cute to see Buddy fighting to stay awake to hear the rest of the story. They ended up falling asleep, curling next to Rodimus’s leg.

That sound? That’s definitely not Rodimus’s spark screaming at the cuteness before him. Nope, definitely not that.

Rodimus is confident that his team will find him so most of his time is spent with Buddy.

Between telling stories to one another, admitting one to the other of some loneliness before meeting the other. Rodimus defiantly pulls Buddy into a hug after one of those heavy emotion sessions about the past. It’s good for the pair.

It’s now been two weeks since Rodimus had come back to Earth. Buddy decided to take him to their favorite place to look at the stars. A little field not too far from their “home”.

Approaching the clearing, they weren’t expecting Lost Light to appear over the horizon. Rodimus was so happy to see his ship he almost forgot that Buddy was on his shoulder.

“They’re here! They’re here! Oh, I can’t wait to get back to my Captain’s chair!”--Rodimus

“Oh…”--Buddy

“And I can’t wait for you to get a mini chair next to mines!”--Rodimus

“Wait…”

“Yeah, we can have it with orange designs and all. I’m pretty sure Ten won’t have much problem doing the details on the chair.”--Rodimus

Buddy just looks at him in disbelief and in happy tears hugs the side of Rodimus’s helm.

Rodimus finally catching to the reality for Buddy pauses a bit and does his best to hug them back telling them that he wouldn’t leave them even if it made all of his reports disappear.

The Rod Pod touches down and Rodimus wastes no time in running to it with Buddy holding to his chassis.

Magnus was not prepared for Rodimus to show up with a little human.

“Rodimus—”—Ultra Magnus

“Behold the newest addition to the Lost Light!”--Rodimus

“Hi.”--Buddy

“… I’ll get the supplies ready then…”—Ultra Magnus

Rodimus explains the whole story to everyone on the Rod Pod and does the same when he gets back to the ship. Buddy is having the time of their life meeting new friends. Rodimus is glad that he managed to help his friend and hopes to give them a better life than the one they had on Earth.

Drift

Drift wakes up to a cold shudder.

He looks around at his surroundings. It looked like he was in an old barn. A cold old barn with the paint falling off just like the snow outside. He then feels a sharp pain near his pede.

It not his room or the medbay. It wasn’t even a part of the ship. He remembers… the crash… He remembered trying to send one last message to ratchet about his coordinates before he blacked out.

He goes to examine the wound when he hears little footsteps. Drift reaches for one of his swords when a little human came out of one of the barns shadows. They looked like one of the children in Swerve’s human movie night films.

The child had some protective layers on, but clearly not enough for the snow falling. They had a bunch of old miss matched blankets in their hands.

“Hi…My name is Buddy.”--Buddy

“Hello? My name is Drift.”—Drift

Drift ever dumbfounded waved back before clutching his pede in pain again. Buddy carefully puts down the blankets and slowly moves towards his pede. Drift curious slowly releases his pede and watched the human pull out some sort of wrappings and began wrapping his pede the best they could.

“Buddy, as much as I appreciate the help, that isn’t—”--Drift

“Shh!”--Buddy

“Did- did you just shush me?”--Drift

“Yes, and I’ll do it again. Shh!”--Buddy

They then grabbed the blankets and attempted to… tuck him in?

He thanked them shivering a bit feeling the cold seep in.

The human smiled and left him alone in the barn before falling into a much-needed recharge.

The next morning, Buddy returned to check back and pulled a chair to sit right next to him. The two ended up talking about how Drift had gotten to Earth and how to get him back home. Drift was surprised to see Buddy eager to help him get back home.

“C’mon Drift. Let’s help you get home. And don’t worry I won’t let any evil corrupt government spy take you.”--Buddy

“That sounded oddly specific but thanks?”--Drift

Together the two end up borrowing some tech from a nearby scrap yard to help create a distress beacon. Sure, Drift was by no means an engineer, but he hopes that his time with Perceptor will help him now.

During the next 3 weeks it goes by, Drift learns a bit about Buddy’s life. About them being an orphan and finding haven in the old crumbly barn.

Buddy learns a bit about Drift too. They learn about how he used to be a bad guy before turning good, how he made some new friends on the Lost light, and his misadventures with a medic named Ratchet.

“You really chopped the bad guy’s hands?”--Buddy

“Yeah, the were going to hurt Ratchet. I had to protect him.”--Drift

“He sounds like a nice guy. Wish I could meet him.”--Buddy

It was early dawn when Buddy woke up from a nightmare and came to Drift for comfort.

“You- you just left! You didn’t even say goodbye!”--Buddy

“Buddy, it was all a dream. A bad one. Anyways I could never leave you even if I tried to.”--Drift

“What? What about the Lost Light? What about Ratchet?”--Buddy

“… Would you like to come with me? Mean, You can say no and all—”--Drift

“YES!”--Buddy

Buddy attempts to hug Drift nodding furiously. A tearful confirmation that made the pair happy.

A sudden crackle is heard from outside the barn.

Drift is immediately up, holding Buddy close to his spark and sword in the other servo. Buddy is completely dwarfed in his servo and shakes a bit in the suspense in the air. Drift is prepared to fight whatever is outside of the barn.

Multiple footsteps are heard which only makes Drift’s grip on the sword tighten.

Then the door swings open and Drift kicks down the intruder straight in the chassis pointing the sword at them. Rodimus, on the ground groaning at the sudden attack.

“Geez Drift I know we had our differences but that was a bit harsh don’t you think?”--Rodimus

“Rodimus?”--Drift

“Drift!”--Ratchet

“Ratchet!”--Drift

“Oh thank—is that a human?”--Ratchet

“Hi… I’m Buddy. You must be Ratchet. Drift tells some of the best stories about you.”--Buddy

“Does he now?”--Ratchet

“Uh… Buddy—”--Drift

“Shh!”—Buddy and Ratchet

“I like this kid.”--Ratchet

“Are you guys my parents now?”--Buddy

“What?”—Drift and Ratchet

“What?”—Buddy

And that is how Buddy ended up joining the Lost light and how Drift and Ratchet ended up being their guardians. Never leaving Buddy alone in danger and never feeling cold again.

[honeytraits]

Searching for Love!

Modeste Ward: A Bachelorette Challenge

Born and raised in Del Sol Valley to Judith Ward and a presumed one-night stand, Modeste has been in the limelight from birth, following in her mother's footsteps as an actress.

You'll often find her strolling the streets of the Valley or enjoying San Myshuno, cameras and crowds in tow.

Modeste has a talent for embracing her fame, though it's a double-edged sword. Sims fainting? Probably near Modeste. Teens clamoring for autographs? That's Modeste. A famous baseball player caught in a steamy exchange with a Ward in her car? Definitely not Modeste.

In relationships, Modeste seeks kindness but hasn't always been treated well. A hopeless romantic, she craves attention from anyone, regardless of how they treat her.

Entry Guidelines: All Genders are welcomed, we welcome all races, etc! Be diverse! Go semi-crazy with your sims lore! Must be Young Adult/Adult sims! Humans only sadly :C I own all packs! If you have any CC, please add them in tray files or however its done, i'm not quite sure.. but make sure its maxis match! No romantic trait, everyone is looking for romance here! At least one negative trait! Add hobbies, likes & dislikes, or sim characteristics This is all for good fun and I thought this would be a great way for people to show off their sims! If you have any questions, please feel free to ask! One outfit per category, please! When entering, when you pose your entry, please use the tag: #modestebachelorette or just tag me!

Contestants: 1. Cole Bautista (@simsinfinitylt) 2. Pixie O'Grady (@invisiblequeen) 3. Cassie King (@deathclawfaggot) 4. Harper Levine (@changingplumbob) 5. Skye Robin Langley (@daedriyth) 6. Plearnpichaya Petchsutee (@dridsimsheart) 7.

No deadline, I'm accepting entries until I get 7 sims! Send me a private dm so you can be slotted! First come, first serve!

Meet Modeste Ward she/her | twenty-three Pansexual

High Maintenance Snob Materialistic

likes - money, duh - ballet concerts - retail therapy - extravagant parties - expensive getaways - physical touch

dislikes - cold weather - dogs - spicy foods - her mother Judith (sometimes) - rude people

Fun Facts

Modeste knows ballet but its a hidden talent of hers She loves spoiling/being spoiled people that are close to her she wants to be a ballet dancer instead of a fashion model she's somewhat of a people pleaser to her mother and other celebrity friends she has.

….she has some mommy issues

Modeste is looking for her Miss/Mister right, will you be them?

[lightbubbee]

can someone remind me to make

1.) a comic where paintbrush gets their ass got while away in purgatory mansion. their body gets brought back to hotel oj by fan and test tube (mebby with the purgatory polycule in tow) and THATs what gets lb to lock tf in (possible song guideline)

2.) a comic that basically boils down to paintbrush and lightbulb were not created, dynamically speaking, to like eachother. they were made to constantly be generating petty and digestible noncomplex arguments that in turn generate content, and not much beyond that. but they like/love each other anyway. a show of how the characters are people, not just characters or something

[miloformula123fan]

I really want to see the arthur leclerc x verstappen! male! reader since we dont have much of him

okay, if you want something driver based instead of this mafia fic, I will be writing it at some point :)

also sorry this took me so long to get out I tossed a few options here and there before deciding on this one :)

Okay I came up with this so it’s a little different to the original moodboard, but if you want something accurate to the moodboard, see here

if you want to participate in my 100 followers event, look here :)

(hint hint: this closes on Thursday 1st March 0:00 GMT, so if you want to make a request do so soon because this is in a little more than a week when publishing this :))

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

and if you want to be added to my taglist lmk :)

Also…i know there’s all the shit going around about christian horner, i just want to say that i don’t condone his actions at all, and while I have left him in this fic, I am separating the character from the person.

also warnings: death, general mafia shittiness, homophobia, bad dad jos

arthur leclerc x male!verstappen!reader

“Ermitage will be safe for you, Y/N. It has kept Max safe for years and I trust their teachers. Professor Marko, who will teach english, Professor Horner who will teach history and public speaking, and Professor Dominicelli who is the head teacher all sing their praises of Max, and have helped your admission into the school. The school does not regularly take students mid year, however based on your prior behaviour and safety. I needed to send you here.”

Y/N scoffed at his fathers words. His ‘prior behaviour’ wasn’t all that bad. Max had been sent to this school for an arson attack that had almost resulted in the deaths of 5 people, including 3 of his dad’s own men. He was being sent to this school for running away from his bodyguards, drinking and making out with a boy. But Max was his father’s golden boy, and Y/N was the spare in case a rival gang took out Max. And he was sure that Max despised the 2 of the professors, based on his letters to Y/N. He seemed to adore Professor Horner, so maybe that would be Y/N’s respite.

As the car pulled up in front of the school and crunched on the gravel driveway, Y/N took a minute to admire it.

He smiled as he saw the young children running around near the junior school. He got out of the car, smiling as he felt the warm French sum combined with a small breeze. The car had pulled up on the other side of the driveway, in between 2 other buildings. One looked very traditional, however there had clearly been an extension or five as parts looked very modern with a lot of glass. The other building was gorgeous. The other building was very traditional, looking like one of Jos’ summer houses in Denmark, all white and clearly spacious, however it had a metal spiral staircase on the outside that led to the roof. Jos would’ve killed a builder if that had been left there at their house. It made the building look less professional, and even Y/N wasn’t sure that he liked it.

Y/N watched as 3 men came out from the doors of the building. The 2 in front, both had greying hair and stern expressions, whispering amongst each other, while making disgusted looks towards Y/N. The third looked a little younger and shorter, with grey hair, attempting to look serious and stern as he walked towards the 2 with Y/N’s big brother in tow. Y/N smiled as his brother walked out with the teachers. He looked happy and better and less like he’d just torched a building than the last time he had seen him. Max whispered something in the younger man’s ears and the mask of sterness dropped to smile at the boy.

The group reached the pair of Verstappens, and Max let his guard down a little after shaking hands with their dad to give his baby brother a big bear hug, and provide some intel.

“Who’d he catch you with, huh?”

“Liam. At least it wasn’t bloody Frederik or he’d be here to inform you that I got caught up in the crossfire of a shooting and my funeral is tomorrow.”

“It was simply a matter of time. Anyway, you will like it here. Try and steer clear of Marko, he is incredibly strict and if it was still legal he would hang you from your arms from the roof until your shoulders dislocated. You will barely see Dominicelli, he just rocks up to greet you now, and you will never see him again. Horner is also our housemaster. He’s amazing. He’ll like you. He kinda adopted me after I told him how much of an asshole dear father is.”

“Okay.” Y/N smiled tensely as he pulled himself out of his brother’s hug and turned to greet the 3 strangers.

The first one looked old, as in old enough to retire, and had a stern face, as in someone who would scold you for laughing too hard. Someone after his fathers’ own heart he presumed. He held his hand out, and the man took it,  shook it once, and then dropped his hand, as if disgusted to be touching ‘someone like Y/N’. So an old homophobe then. He then turned around and started talking to Jos, and  Y/n tried to eavesdrop as he met the other men.

“Lawson has been dealt with, I’m just concerned about…”

The 2nd man, held out his hand and shook Y/n’s twice which was an improvement, at least until he dropped it. 

“...he sort of always showed signs but I never thought…”

Then he tried to discreetly wipe his hand on his pants.

“...The Mercedes guys were there, if they had realised who he was…”

Y/N picked it up, and looked down at the ground, slightly awkward, unsure of what to do as the final teacher approached him.

“...Hamilton is pissed, one of his men was caught in the crossfire of trying to get Y/N out…”

Professor Horner immediately engulfed him in a tight hug.

“...see the problem is I can’t explain to anyone why they were shot in a random club on a random thursday to get my son out…”

It was the first time for a long time that Y/N was getting a hug from someone older like her dad’s age. He was so shocked that he missed the next part of Jos and Helmut’s conversation and strained to hear the next part.

“...i can’t tell them my son was in there…so now it looks like i shot up a nightclub for no reason…”

Christian started reassuring him in his ears about how he was safe here and whatnot, but all Y/N was thinking was about how he was preventing him from properly eavesdropping the conversation

“...No, no one important, a lackyman, Aron or something…”

Y/N could feel his heart drop. Paul was dead? He’d known Liam was dead, Jos had used him as an example, but he hasn’t even known that Paul was at the nightclub.

“...it’s done, there’s 2 dead bodies to dispose of, which im gonna do when i get back, but just keep an eye on him please…”

Christian seemed to realise the internal struggle that Y/N was having and started hugging him tighter to make him feel better.

“...He’s gonna get everyone killed and he will only realise when he loses his brother the consequences his actions have…”

‘I KNOW WHAT CONSEQUENCES MY ACTIONS HAVE DAD, YOU KILLED MY KIND OF BOYFRIEND IN FRONT OF ME!’ Y/N wanted to scream at his dad, but that would make him realise that he was eavesdropping and why he was actually here.

Christian felt him tense and tried to sooth him into the hug.

“Alright, that’s enough, Christian, how about we head inside?”

—

Arthur could recognise the boy walking in, but he couldn’t see the father which would help if he could work out why his body was in fight and flight mode as the boy had seen him, waved and smiled at him.

A memory flashed, of a meeting him and all his brothers together in a meeting room, as their father ran them through their highest enemies. He could remember the smile of a kid his age. He remembered Lorenzo asking how a 5 year old could be a threat…he doesn’t remember the rest or why this kid is a threat, but he remembers the goofy smile, the smile that was being flashed his way now, and the eyes that held so much happiness that seemed to hold a lot more pain now.

He couldn’t remember why this kid was in the powerpoint, so he supposed it was okay and irrelevant and smiled back, before being hurried on by Lorenzo.

---

taglist: @leosxrealm, @ghostking4m

[lonestarbattleship]

I almost forgot the crew at Battleship New Jersey has announced they will be heading to drydock!

I know Ryan Szymanski, the museum curator, has said numerous times on their YouTube channel, they were following Battleship Texas's dry docking as a model for when it was Battleship New Jersey's turn. The guidelines from the Navy recommended a museum ship to be drydocked every 20 years and New Jersey is 12 years overdue.

In his video below, New Jersey will go to the drydock in the former Philadelphia Navy Yard. This is the same drydock used for her fitting out back during WWII.

From what he says, it looks like the work to be performed is mainly maintenance and to insure the material stability of her hull in fresh water. I'm sure there will be other things they will do as well. But it will not be as intensive as Texas, since she's in better condition. The

Battleship New Jersey is set to be towed to drydock in 2024, although an exact date isn't set yet. It will depend on the availability of the drydock. The current plans are during the museum's slow periods, i.e. the winter months. So likely first and fourth quarters. The whole process will take about 8 weeks.

I wish all the best for Battleship New Jersey and her staff!

You can read more about it here, link.

[aurorabayrpg]

Welcome to Aurora Bay [XAN and MEENA]! We hope you enjoy your stay! Please send in your account within 24 hours to secure [RAHUL KOLI and SEBASTIAN STAN] as your faceclaim, and please be sure to review our checklist and make sure you read our guidelines!

[cis man and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [CALEB MAJHI]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [RAHUL KOHLI]. You must be the [THIRTY EIGHT] year old [MECHANIC/PART-TIME TOW TRUCK DRIVER]. Word is you’re [DRIVEN] but can also be a bit [TUNNEL-VISIONED] and your favorite song is [ON A HIGH by DUNCAN SHIEK] I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHER’S COVE].

[cis male and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay [CALIN "CT" SAVA]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [SEBASTIAN STAN]. You must be the [FORTY-ONE] year old [HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER]. Word is you're [CHARISMATIC] but can also be a bit [ABRUPT] and your favorite song is [SEVEN NATION ARMY BY WHITE STRIPES]. I also heard you'll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I'm sure you'll love it!

[goldeneyedgirl]

Loving all the ATBT snippets so far (I think I'm all caught up) 😥 Would you be willing to share more headcanons about Jasper's side of things? Especially Jasper/Tanya vs Jasper/Alice--how/when did both hookups start and why house vs woods?

Hi! Of course! Thank you so much for reading it, I know it's depressing!

Jasper in ATBT is a bit of a lost soul, who covers up a lot of his problems and issues by constantly reminding himself that he should be grateful for what he has. That living with crippling depression is his penance for everything that he did in the south. Any suffering is his own fault, and he needs to man up and live with it.

At one point, there was going to be two separate fics - one for Alice (ATBT) and one for Jasper (I think it was called All the Lies I Never Told? I honestly can't remember) to better explain that he had his own problems and he wasn't just being a jerk as a plot device. I'll probably just combine them into ATBT as Part 1 and Part 2.

It took decades for Jasper to consider the Cullens friends, let alone agree to stay with them 'temporarily' because he truly believed that he deserved to be alone. It took longer still for him to become part of the family - he definitely cared and liked the Cullens, but he didn't feel deserving of any kindness or affection they offered him.

Edward and Carlisle tag-teamed for many years to try and get Jasper into a healthier mindset, and one less prone to picking fights or starving himself in penance (basically the one time Edward is allowed to speak about someone's private thoughts is when they turn to violent or harmful intentions. This rule was introduced after Rosalie dealt with Royce, even though Edward has clearly stated he didn't stop her then and he wouldn't stop her now.)

And before Bella and James and Alice, Jasper was doing pretty well within the family; he got on with them all, he had enough control over his bloodlust to attend school, and he wasn't spending his spare time contemplating various forms of self-harm. Esme and Carlisle did watch over him from a distance to make sure that he was traveling okay, checking in with each other that he was socializing and hunting enough, that he wasn't isolating himself from the family, and that his mood seemed neutral-positive. Basically the same rough set of guidelines they used for Rosalie at the end of her newborn year.

And then Bella arrives, and she's Edward's singer. That causes some drama, especially since Jasper has to be convinced not to eliminated Bella because of the risk to the family and it takes a lot more effort in this universe.

Then James arrives with Alice in tow and shit hits the fan even more.

Jasper is suddenly faced with this terrified, vulnerable girl who constantly emits all the emotions he's spent years overcoming. She never feels safe, she's constantly afraid or worried, and she's almost always hungry. And to make it even worse for him, she seems to focus on him and he's terrified that this girl has decided since all the other men in the family are taken, he's being cast as her savior and the one who can offer her the Cullen dream. He can't do that, in his mind he's barely a Cullen, and absolutely incapable and unfit to be a husband.

And he's so goddamn lonely; something that has become extremely obvious to him since Edward met Bella. Suddenly, he's the one left out; the spare. He doesn't deserve a wife, he won't ever have a wife, but that doesn't mean he doesn't secretly want someone.

And he figures that he and Alice can be lonely together. She seems interested and it's all consensual, and maybe he's a little less lonely. It starts around the beginning of summer after Twilight.

At no time in the canon-arc does Alice share her visions of the family with them, or her visions of Jasper. So Jasper has no context for why she likes him.

Then he starts to catch feelings. At first, it's a lot sympathy and horror as more of her story comes out, and a feeling of over-protectiveness - she's so small and breakable, and she's here to stay so she's one of them. She's always so happy when he spends any kind of time with her, and she's never said anything about his scars or acted repulsed by them. Alice might shy away from Carlisle and Emmett, but she's never acted like that to him.

And if the birthday party had gone differently, it might have been more simple for them to fall in love. But he was blindsided by everything, and can only focus on the fact that Alice knew something was going to happen. She left him vulnerable, she let him slip. And he was furious because Cullens don't do that. The Cullens have always had each other's back. So he lashes out at her and breaks whatever tentative thing they have between them, and really never acknowledges how damaging that night was to both of them.

Post Volterra, Jasper's in a place where Alice is less clingy to him, and where a lot of the family focus is on Victoria, the wolves, and keeping Bella safe. Bella is extremely vulnerable in this situation, and takes up focus that Esme and Carlisle would normally direct towards Alice or towards Jasper. With Victoria back in the picture, Alice becomes more out of sorts and reaches out to Jasper who decides that she's crossed his invisible boundary and needs to be reminded of the role he's mentally assigned her. Enter Tanya.

To start off, I hate Tanya being cast as a villain because she had the audacity to have romantic or sexual inclinations towards Edward in canon. I think it's cheap and lazy, especially when Tanya et al are considered so close to Carlisle and the Cullens in general. In ATBT, Tanya had no idea that Jasper and Alice had some ambiguous 'thing' going on and she's genuinely embarrassed - and pissed - that Jasper orchestrated that moment of getting caught, especially since it was clearly about making Alice feel bad. There will be a confrontation about that at some point.

Tanya is very old and has seen and done things - especially in the years before Kate and Irina were changed - that were fairly horrific. Add in Sasha's death, and she knows what survivor's guilt feels like. She and Jasper hit it off as friends decades ago; she appealed to him because she was so friendly and intelligent, she had a certain amount of empathy towards his ugly past, and didn't seem to be all that cautious of him. Their 'friends with benefits' is something that just kind of happened in the late 70s, continued off and on, and other than a couple of jokes from Emmett, is very much considered something between Jasper and Tanya, and doesn't need to be acknowledged by either family.

Edward's mostly grateful, because he feels like he's got a solid defense against Tanya's pursuit. It's not something that Jasper and Tanya talk about it or have particular guidelines for; it's just one of the things they can do when they're together. (Esme was very disappointed that it wasn't a romantic connection because she thought it would be a beautiful love story.)

The house vs the forest is pretty straightforward - Jasper wanted privacy, didn't want to risk anyone interrupting him and Alice; and he noticed Alice was always more relaxed in the woods. They could also conceal their activities with the claims that they were going hunting - which worked up to a point, then Esme and Carlisle were kind of "we're both pretending not to believe them, right?"

By the time Tanya arrives to help with the wedding, there's no more 'Alice needs to hunt excessively' excuse; the family already know what he and Tanya get up to; and Jasper is actively trying to draw boundaries between him and Alice. In his mind, Jasper doesn't believe that the house is more respectable than the forest - his study was private, and he knew Alice would come looking for him there. He would be mortified that Alice assumed that he took her to the woods because she was embarrassing to be with.

So yeah, it's a very emotionally messy fic, and relies a lot upon both Alice and Jasper's willingness to reflect, heal, and communicate.

Okay, I think I rambled enough about this. Asking me about any of my fics is always going to inspire a long essay of information because I love to ramble.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

7 to shut them up.

Rooster and Hangman 👀

Hi! Thanks for this request! I hope you like thus take on Hangster and Kiss # 7 a kiss to shut them up. I hope you love it.

A Kiss To Shut Them Up (Cause Jake Couldn't Shut Up if he Tried)

Bradley has no idea when it happened but he looks blearily up from the warm half inch of beer at the bottom of the bottle to see he's completely alone. Legs akimbo on the sand, he lets the bottle with its skunky dregs dangle from his fingers. Phoenix is dancing not far away, towing Bob around on a makeshift dance floor as Payback and Fanboy dance with the dorkiest dance moves he's ever seen nearby.

Coyote's chatting with Halo, Omaha, Harvard, Yale and Fritz not far away. The only aviator missing is the hero of the night, Hangman. He's been the center of attention for most of the night as everyone pats him on the back for his last-second save during the mission. Bradley and Mav wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for him. Bradley should be riding the adrenaline rush like everyone else. But instead, he just feels lost.

Nobody else can see it. Except maybe Hangman. Bradley can see it sometimes, on his face, the despair, pain and fear hiding behind his eyes. He gets lost in his thoughts for a bit, because the next thing he feels is a cold bottle against the side of his neck.

"Roo!" That crow could only belong to one person. "What're you doing here all alone? Grab a beer! Eat! Drink! Be merry!"

"How can I do that?" Rooster's genuinely bemused, even as Hangman animatedly tells him all of the ways he can be merry. He's struck by the wash of the yellow-pale lights drifting across Hangman's - no Jake's face. He looks ethereal, like an eldritch creature that has come to earth to torment one Bradley Bradshaw. He also looks breathtakingly beautiful.

Jake seems mostly unaware of Bradley's internal musings, even as he gets stuck on the way alcohol is making Jake's lips glisten. But he can't help his fixation. And he can't help how Jake just won't shut up. Who is he kidding? Jake's never been able to shut up. How could he think the man would be any different when he's riding the high of another successful kill?

He chalks what he does next to the excess energy coursing through his system. He curls his fingers through the curls at the base of Jake's neck and pulls the man close. He chatters on, even as Bradley can smell menthol and yeasty beer on his breath. The sharp gasp that pours out of Jake's mouth is quickly muffled in the softest kiss Bradley's ever given.

When he pulls away, Jake's eyes are closed, the paper thin skin of his eyelids twitching as a blush paints his cheeks. Before Jake's eyes open, Bradley's already talking to Natasha, a smile stretched wide over his face.

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[orcinus-veterinarius]

I am genuinely curious, what are your thoughts about SeaWorld Orlando’s dolphin swim, where you swim with dolphins for half an hour and then get a deep water tow?

Hi! I'm assuming you mean the swim program at their sister facility Discovery Cove (which is right across the street from them), since as far as I know the actual SeaWorld park in Orlando doesn't do any in-water programs at the moment.

I talked more in-depth about it here, but I'm personally fine with swim-with programs at accredited facilities. The dolphins are always free to leave the encounter at any time, and the interactions are carefully supervised. They are incredibly powerful animals and are not harmed by dorsal tows (or foot pushes), which is something I've seen claimed by PETA-type groups.

Speaking from my own ancedotal experience (the park where I interned offered swim-with programs as their main attraction), these types of encounters can be even more educational than shows or exhibits. Guests are in small groups and have the opportunity to talk with the trainers one-on-one. Swimming with dolphins is a "bucket list" experience for a lot of people, and this is far safer and more ethical than harrassing animals in the wild; I know that my internship facility always included a spiel about why approaching dolphins in the wild is unwise (and illegal)! Of course, there were plenty of animal rights-inclined locals on social media who encouraged tourists to forgo visiting the park and swim with wild dolphins instead, and lots of sketchy dolphin tours that would chase down pods and then encourage people to jump in the water with them.

Discovery Cove is one of the best of the best when it comes to encounter facilities. If you're looking for a swim-with-the-dolphins program, I recommend following the same guidelines as you would for any zoo or aquarium: checking for AZA/AHA/AMMPA accreditation, recent or especially egregious USDA violations, etc.

[wolame-o-ccx]

would genuinely love to see your process for sketching out your comics!! ive wanted to make my own but i have never really figured out the process and end up overwhelmed- and you're one of the folks who makes stuff in a style that I kinda draw close to, and u do ur comics with pencil and paper- so if you wouldn't mind in the future, it'd be really cool to see how you actually get everything planned :)

This ask is so cute :( probably genuinely the biggest compliment I've ever received! Well, no waiting in the future! I'll tell you now what happens behind the scenes! :)

SO FIRSTLY, I'd like to clarify I am in no way a professional or even close to one, I never even looked up how to do comics, I just kinda do them and use what I've read from DC comics and Pinterest tips.

But! Personally, I find that making comics is fun and that's what I strive on. I won't lie when I say my comics are pretty bland, the surroundings are empty and lame but I think the character's expressions and body language make up for it, and especially the script. So altogether in this post, I'll be breaking down how my comics are made!

↓↓↓ if you're interested, open up the full post!

1 - Scripting

In both dialogue and character detail/placing!

I use a notes app for when I get ideas!

* I usually don't do specific dialogue, only stating the idea and then coming up with dialogue in my head, but there are some exceptions where I do write down pre-thought-out dialogues you can see in the examples I put below!

With the idea / dialogue in tow, we can go to character detail / placing. I don't know the actual word for it but basically how the character acts in a specific scene / dialogue!

Character expression is especially important when it comes to any type of art, be it comics or animation as it can tell a story with little to no dialogue!

* panels taken from 1 and 2 for context

From here you can clearly tell their expressions well! Be sure to exaggerate!

2 - Limit planning

With Tumblr's 10 images limit, as well as Instagram if you post there, it's important to note that limit and know when to end the comic with a good panel where it doesn't feel like it's supposed to continue UNLESS you're making two parts!

I can't tell you how many times I've ruined my sketchbook papers trying to get a perfect script but I've been doing it long enough that my brain has adapted to the limit and every comic I've done since adapting had been a perfect ≤10.

But even if you decide to go with two (or maybe even more) parts, you should make sure it ends well still! Like a book! Those spaces between paragraphs and chapters and such!

Take these for examples too!

* panels taken from 1 and 2 for context

So treat it like a book! I guess ?

3 - Panel placement

This isn't a necessity, but my personal way of drawing each panel is having it scattered around randomly around my sketchbook. I don't use strips or anything like that as it restricts me because using strips on paper is a whole lot harder than on digital. Because I have such a wide area to draw, I'm less restricted from drawing any excess things I want to add in case my dialogue doesn't fit the panel or so!

4 - Draw

Now to put it all together and make the comic! I usually already have my vision in mind so I can just go draw it without a light sketch layer, but I do recommend it!

What that is is essentially a sketch but drawn like.. your pencil is hovered above the page? Like you don't press down on it or something like that. Basically a guideline! So do that if you need it, and when you're satisfied with how it looks, you can draw it! And make sure it's clear!

After that, it's just picture and post! (Make sure you crop it right tho!)

4.5 - BONUS / TIPS

When I started posting Belos drawings, I never expected it to get any attention or even end up as a whole AU 😭 I just drew him in a babygirl hoodie and people ate that shit up so now it's an AU 💀 and because of that you need to prepare personalized tags!

Tags like pitmdau or sharing caleb au ! Very very useful for navigation

More important than tags, make sure you have a Masterpost!

I'm aware mine are unfinished and very messy and I'm trying to work on that right now but it's very difficult but people really need it so when making Masterposts, YOU HAVE KEEP UP WITH IT. I slacked of for ONE POST and now it's a mess.

Also another important note you can only put 100 links in one post so you have to make more Masterposts to navigate through the comics 😭

5 - Have fun!

When getting into comic making, I think really the most important thing to keep in mind is your enjoyment in making said comics. Sometimes some things can burn you out very quickly so when you're getting into things like this, especially when you're not getting paid, you gotta make sure you have fun doing it. It doesn't matter if it doesn't get a lot of traction or not, it only matters that you are enjoying making and posting them!

I've experienced MULTIPLE burn outs from making too many comics for my TOH AUs that at some point I just completely died and lacked motivation. But what drives me into making them are other people's enjoyment! Their enjoyment gives me enjoyment which gives me motivation to make more. Someday I'll know the AUs I've created will inevitably be over, at some point, but right now I'm just having fun with the small community I've built!

So make comics, and have fun!

I hope this was helpful in any way. I just want to clarify that, again, this is my way of making comics, and you don't have to follow anything I put into the post. I'm mostly hoping this was easy to understand as well. I'm more of a visual learner so making up the words to make this was kinda hard so I'm sorry if some parts didn't make sense. If anything, feel free to hit me with another ask or a PM! I know me not posting seems like I'm inactive but I promise I check Tumblr frequently 😭

Happy posting!!! :3

[arcane-vagabond]

more hot takes:

1) i want more fics where jake's s/o is alternative/witchy/goth. i think his type is his opposite but not in the way most fic authors think. since he's so clean cut and must adhere to military guidelines for appearance i think he'd like someone who's the opposite of him and gets to express themselves thru their looks. like i think it'd be funny for jake to roll up to the hard deck with a goth or witch in tow.

imagine them on the docks for deployment and his s/o is a witch who gives him talismans, charms, crystals, and protective spells to take with him to keep him safe that would be so cute !!!

2) jake is def bi and has had relationships with men or hooked up with some at the very least

3) jake is related to either iceman or cyclone. his mom is from texas and his dad was stationed in texas which is where he was born & grew up. when joining the navy he used his mom's maiden name to avoid and nepotism claims

4) payback is from chicago and is a die hard bears fan

5) phoenix is from ohio (i don't make the rules)

6) javy is fluent in portuguese and lived in brazil for a bit when he was a kid

1.) I think this is SUCH an interesting take, but I LOVE it. I can definitely see it. He keeps those talismans either on his person, in his locker, or by his bunk at all times.

2.) Yes. No notes.

3.) I love this. Even Slider tbh I think that’s my fave one.

4.) You’re absolutely right.

5.) On the money again.

6.) I hadn’t considered this, but I’m OBSESSED.

[roadheroes1]

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