#a lot of it is! he's absolutely to blame for a lot of things

[monstersflashlight]

Christmas special: Santa is coming tonight

A/N: Merry Christmas to everyone celebrating! Hope Santa was good with his presents… As good as he is in this story. Here I describe Santa as something akin to a demon, and has magic, just to make it make a bit more sense. Enjoy!

Santa (monster) x fem!reader || (very light) dom/sub, (light) marking, oral sex, breeding, size kink, mentions of body modification, magic sex (?)

When you started dating Santa, you expected a lot of things, but him being an absolute himbo wasn’t one of them.

He wasn’t only a himbo, but also incredibly clumsy, to the point that on your first date he accidentally tripped and send your food (and his) to the ground. Along with the broken pieces of the table and the chair he fell onto. Having incredible strength and a body as big as a wall is not great when you have no control over them, apparently.

He was so lucky the elves had everything controlled and he only needed to show up on the big day and do the things… He wouldn't be able to do shit if it was all his responsibility. And well, you didn’t mind it. You didn’t mind it at all. It made you hot all over that he was so incredibly stupid, but also so incredibly hot.

He was pretty clear since the begging that he was in for all, that he not only wanted to date you, but he wanted to marry you and turn you into a magical being just as he was. So who could have blamed you for running away? That was insane to say to somebody you barely knew.

But you should have known better. He was magic after all…

Also, his dick was so good you could accept everything he said if he asked while he was buried deep inside. You were a simple girl after all: he gave you a good (incredible, fantastic, phenomenal… and all the good adjectives possible) dicking, and you accepted his marriage proposal. It was a good pact, you got good dick and a loving husband, and he got a wife to adore. Perfect combination.

And what you loved most about him… what how crazy he got after Christmas Night.

It was like all the adrenaline and magic high made his body bigger, stronger, harder… And he used it to his advantage, and you… you enjoyed it more than anything.

And this year wasn’t different.

He came home to find you in your prettiest, skimpiest lingerie, the one you made the elves made for you and hugged your curves in the best way possible. In a way that made your boobs stand to attention as your body tingled with anticipation when the siren alerting everyone of his arrival started ringing.

He walked into your room with his face sweaty, his red suit half undone and looking so hot you were salivating. It only took one look at you in your flimsy clothes for him to turn into the demon he was inside. He growled, his fangs elongating and his skin turning the prettiest pattern of red and white. He looked a bit like a candy cane when he got aroused, and weirdly enough, you dig it.

You stared at him as he crossed the room in less than three steps, grabbing you by the hips and hoisting you up until your legs were wrapped around his middle and his hands were groping your ass. He devoured your mouth like a starving man, grunting and scratching your lips with the force of the kiss.

His hands were all over, probing and pinching, groping and caressing until you were a mess of moans and groans on his arms and you could feel his big… Christmas present pressing against your ass. His hand found your pussy over the lace, rubbing against your needy clit, praising you about how wet you were for him already.

He was kissing your neck when he whispered: “You’ve been so good, Santa is coming twice tonight”.

You stared at his bearded face and extended canines, dumbfounded by the stupidest line he ever said to you. And then you busted out laughing. “You did- you did not say that,” you let out, still laughing. To the point where your eyes were teary and your face was probably as red as he was.

“What?” He asked, completely confused at the change in the mood.

That made your amusement die down a bit, only chuckling as you explained. “Honey, I love you dearly, but you can’t say shit like that when you are touching my pussy, it throws the whole mood off.” He looked like a kicked puppy and you couldn’t have that. You hated when he looked like that.

You pulled him down by his hair, making him groan when you claimed his mouth in a possessive kiss, trying to make everything better. He grunted against your lips, and bite down on your lower lip, drawing a bit of blood. That always drove him crazy, and this time wasn’t different.

He pulled back and roared, pushing you back to the mattress and ripping your clothes off, snapping his fingers to make his own suit disappear. (You asked once why he didn’t do that with your clothes and he simply said he liked to rip them out, and you couldn’t argue with that logic).

A blink later, you were laying on the bed, your legs pushed far apart as he drove for your pussy with hunger. He licked and sucked until you were chanting his name, just to push two of his too big fingers inside your tight hole. It was too much, too soon, but it felt so great you couldn’t stop moaning. He grunted against your vulnerable flesh when you started moving your hips, using his nose and his mouth as you pleased, your fingers pulling at his hair in a way that you knew turned him on.

“Just like that, use me for your pleasure, make yourself come, my love,” he whispered inside your head, his voice reverberating inside your brain and making you let out a startled noise. He pulled back for a second, smirking at you with his fangs out before pushing a third and fourth finger inside your pussy.

“Santa, fuck. Klaus!” You screamed as your orgasm took you by surprise, rushing over you like a tidal wave as he rode it with you.

When you came back to your senses, he was over you, holding his weight on his hands, caging your body against the mattress and making you want to bite down on his hard muscles. You did, because you could, causing him to curse and push forward, the tip of his huge dick breaching your already stretched hole.

He cursed some more as he took his time bottoming out. You never got used to how big he was, how wide he stretched you and how deep you could feel him. You knew he must use some kind of magic, because there was no way your human body could take that much dick without permanent damage, but he never said so, and you like it that way. You liked that he used magic on you, that he made your pussy so perfect for himself it drove him crazy every time you two fucked.

He gave you a couple minutes to adjust, breathing hard over you, kissing every piece of skin he could reach until you were giggling and rolling your hips, urging him to move.

And good goddess did he move.

He set a punishing pace, treating you like the naughtiest of girls as he fucked you into oblivion. He moved your legs over his shoulders, fucking you deeper and harder as his thumb found your clit. He pressed down with his palm at the same time he pushed up his dick, the pressure was so intense and so pleasurable you couldn’t hold back a second orgasm, closing your eyes and arching your back as you came messily around his dick.

“Fuck,” he roared. His head thrown back, his white hair hanging over his shoulders and making him look almost ethereal as the tendons in his neck tensed and he let out the loudest cry of pleasure known to man. You bet every part of the North Pole heard him, but you didn’t care at all because he wasn’t stopping.

He fucked you full until you felt his release gushing around his dick. With each thrust you could feel the mixture of juices coming out around his length. It was filthy, it was exhilarating, and it sent you over the edge once again.

He pressed his chest again your back and asked: “I told you I was coming twice, didn’t I?” You groaned and he turned you into your front, fucking you from behind. “By the time the night is over, you are going to get more than one present from Santa,” he promised.

If you weren’t dumb with pleasure and post-orgasm bliss, you might have laughed again, but your brain was too empty to process his words. You could only process the way his hips were bouncing against your ass cheeks, the clap clap sound sending you into oblivion.

Your arms and legs couldn’t hold your weight any longer, so you were flat against the mattress as he rutted his hips against your stretched hole. You could hear the way his come was leaking out as he fucked it back in. It was filthy in the best possible way and your body was reacting to it.

You were so close to another orgasm, your body trembling. And when he pulled you up by your hips, the angle hit you in the best way possible, his dick rubbing against your G-spot as he pounded your pussy until you were drooling over the sheets in pleasure and he was chanting your name like a prayer.

You screamed his name until you were hoarse, and he kept fucking you. He fucked two more orgasms out of you, your body sagging against him, trusting him to take care of every part of you as he pounded into your welcoming heat over and over.

“I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know your own name,” he grunted, accelerating his pace until his hips were barely a blur and your body was trembling with the force of his thrusts. It was the best experience of your life. “Your pussy is so greedy, it won’t stop swallowing me in, clenching over my length… How eager,” his words weren’t even for you, he was talking to himself, but it made your eyes roll back into your head as you orgasmed again, whispering his name because your throat was too sore to scream anymore.

Your orgasm sent him over the edge, and he pushed all his weight over you as he came and came and came. He filled you until you couldn’t hold it in anymore, his come dripping around his shaft inside of you, making a mess of your pussy and the sheets. But you didn’t care. You couldn’t care. You only had thoughts about how good it felt, how full you were and how fucking much you loved every second of it.

And how you couldn’t wait till next year to do it again.

[oimitocat]

SKZ REACTION TO….

….you taking a bullet for them

CHAN…. absolutely hates himself. he blames himself for everything. hates himself more than the company. if he’s already suffering from insomnia then let me tell you he fully cannot sleep. every time he closes his eyes he sees you bleeding out. he cannot and will not sleep until you’re recovered enough to come home and sleep with him in his bed. he’d still be too scared to sleep, clinging to you as you’re deep in your sleep, and if he somehow falls asleep he’d wake up immediately with sobs and making sure you’re alive next to him.

MINHO… cannot be away from you. his form of guilt is to make it up to you despite you telling him you’re fine and you did it to protect him. he won’t stop coddling but you knew he had mistaken love with guilt at some point. he already only shows acts of service as a love language but you felt like he was overdoing it. you hadn’t meant to start an argument about it but you did and he ends up crying saying he just wants to make sure you’re okay because seeing you walk and talk to him is better than seeing you on the floor bleeding out. he’s just suffering and having you close to him is how he’s handling it.

CHANGBIN… self isolates. he wouldn’t do that but he can’t bear to see you. he thinks you hate him until you finally leave the hospital and show up and kiss him better. he’s a big crier, so he sobs into your chest for a good while saying he’s sorry and saying you didn’t deserve that. dealing with the press was a nightmare and he didn’t want you to hate him for not seeing you in the hospital. silently hates himself until you find out and you ease him up again.

HYUNJIN…. won’t stop crying for DAYS. even when you’re out of the hospital. he’d self loathe even when you think he’s fine. he enters a depressive episode for a while, maybe one day smiling at you and the next self isolating from you. you’d wonder what’s wrong and at some point neither of you see each other but you can’t be without him and neither can he. he just wants to be assured that it will never happen again.

JISUNG… ah poor baby, his anxiety spikes and he gets absolutely paranoid. cannot go into the public eye for WEEKS because he’d think you’d get hurt again. you two end up going into a hiatus for a while and jisung jumps even when food delivery comes by. he cries at every single thing and begs you to not hate him for being so weak. your fragile baby, you assure him every moment and soon you two feel a lot better to go back out to the public eye.

FELIX…. also won’t stop crying for days. too scared to be away from you. his hate is towards his company because how dare they let this happen. always cries himself to sleep and you thought sleeping with him would help but he still cries in his sleep and wakes you up from his nightmares. he literally needs a lot of coaxing from you, doesn’t leave your sight. his attachment towards you gets extreme but you know it’s not for long. it hurts you to see him so paranoid and worried but thankfully it gets better.

SEUNGMIN… does not want to see you. he self isolates so bad, hates everything and everyone. he doesn’t know how to handle his emotions so he ends up being tense and lashing out at everyone. when you come back he accidentally lashes out on you but you never say anything- ending up with him crying his eyes out because he couldn’t do anything but be weak and hide in his room. you coax him into knowing you’re fine as long as he’s fine. i think after that he’d start to show physical affection a lot more.

JEONGIN… will not stop crying and hyperventilating. extremely paranoid and will not leave your side. he’d just stare at you for a while and end up crying. genuinely so fragile, you panic and worry a lot. he’d always say he’d sorry and you’d have to remind him it’s not his fault. does not want to enter the public eye for a good while and you don’t either. definitely enter a hiatus with you and won’t leave your sight either. he doesn’t get better until a lot later, but he still feels bad.

[librivore42]

Sunrise, sunset

@dekariosclan's incredibly creative Midwinter gifts from Gale sparked an idea with my Tav and Gale that... barely features the book in the relevant gift. The muse wants what it wants!

But I dedicate this to you, for all the wonderful Galemancer content and inspiration. May you have a lovely 2025!

Full text is here on Ao3, but also under the readmore.

Sunrise, sunset (1631 words) by Librivore42 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gale/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Gale Dekarios, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Hopeless Romantic Gale (Baldur's Gate), I'm telling you, this man would move the world for you Summary: Moving back to Waterdeep is an absolute joy for Gale, and he's only too happy to settle back in. His barbarian wife is less comfortable with city life, but he has just the idea to cheer up her winter blues.

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Gale's home fit around him again as if it had been aching for him to come back, the most comforting embrace. The sound of Tara's overjoyed voice, not to mention is brand new lease on life, had made the entire space glow with a warmer light than he'd seen a year.

And so much more than her voice and his life, someone to share all those things with and more. As if sensing his thoughts, strong arms wrapped around his waist, a comforting warmth at his back as Celia leaned her chin on top of his head. Watching him sort through his desk, tutting and shifting papers from one pile to another that all looked the same to her, which he seemed to do regularly with no change or development, until she was tempted to ask if he was just making up work to look busy and important.

He could be as busy and important as he liked as long as she got to hold him. She was already losing interest in whatever he was doing, looking out the window at the sky and marvelling at the delicacy of the clouds as they hung, fragile, in the Waterdeep sky around a setting sun.

By and by he landed on a familiar book under the papers, letting out a soft chuckle of recognition that drew her attention back to him.

The Art of the Night. The gold of the very… evocative cover illustration glinted in the now setting sun.

"You made this whole illusion of your tower back then," she said. "Magical invitation to your place, and the first thing you did was pull out a book."

He tilted his head back to squint at her in mock-annoyance, lifting up the book to tap it with the back of his hand. "It was meant to be seductive and sweep you off your feet, you absolute barbarian."

She buried her laughter in his hair, his entire body shaking with her joy.

"Only you'd ask a woman to bed using a book."

"Hm." He smiled, leaning back into her embrace. "What's more embarrassing? The fact that I did, or the fact that it worked?"

She laughed even louder at that, the walls ringing with merriment and life that it had been hungry for. That he'd been hungry for, back when the orb's hunger overtook everything. "Fine, fine. Soft city boy."

He would have bristled at that once upon a time, too engrossed in his own offence to notice how her eyes shone with amusement at his reaction. Pulling himself up to his full height to argue that he was not soft by any means, and citing evidence of their past battles as she just grinned down at him.

In fact, he'd been too wrapped up in himself to notice a lot of things. Glances he missed, casual touches that he never pulled away from but never truly registered, filing it away as something she did with everyone. Which she did, if very differently, had he even given it a modicum of thought.

But he couldn't be blamed for misinterpreting a barbarian's subtlety, if such a thing even existed. He might have been more aware had it been anyone else, but she was so loud, brash and blunt that he thought he'd have seen her coming a mile away.

"It's definitely one of my favourite books." Celia tightened her arms around him and nuzzled the top of his head with a gentleness that did not come easily to her. She inhaled, filling herself with his smell, his warmth.

She wasn't fond of reading herself, and didn't appreciate the finer points of a good leather binding the way he did. But she did love stories, and he loved to feel the weight of her head on his lap as he read to her from his collection. Loved to listen to her as she told the oral tales from her childhood, tribal stories she still remembered by heart, no matter how long she'd been away.

He turned his face towards one of her encircling arms and kissed a soft trail up her freckles like he was mapping a new constellation. "I've been thinking of us taking a trip, before the snows set in."

"Mhm?" She almost purred in contentment, wrapping him up more securely.

"I thought, perhaps—" he pulled away and drummed his fingers on the cover, looking out of the window at the gorgeous sunset painting the stones of the city. By the Gods did he love his home, his comfort and all things familiar that he never thought he'd see again.

But he loved her as well, very dearly, and a lot of it was still alien to her, settling uncomfortably on her shoulders no matter how patiently she bore the weight.

It had certainly taken him a while to realise that loud, brash and blunt people could be very quiet about some things, and nobody would ever notice. After all, if they had something to say, they would, wouldn't they?

Then again, he more than anyone should have known how easy it was to keep a secret when you hid it behind some showy confidence.

She'd been right that first week. For such a smart wizard, he could be very stupid.

"I thought that perhaps," he went on slowly, "you might like to visit your tribe."

Silence filled the air, cautious and surprised, and he winced, carrying on.

"And I must admit I've been rather curious about those big tribal feasts you've told me about. The storytelling by firelight. And… and I'm aware it's been some time since you've been home."

More silence. He set the book down and held her arms warmly, tilting back to look at her again and forging on.

"Years in fact. But that's all over, isn't it? There's no reason we can't. And—" he faltered as she hid her face in his hair again so he couldn't see her at all. She never hid from anything.

"My love." Gale spoke very, very gently, handling her with such care that belied all expectations of her size and strength. Gentleness that she would never admit to needing. "I know you miss being out in the wilds. Tents and piles of furs and hunting. And I want to give you some of that again. But more than that I know that you… miss your people. Your family."

He let the silence settle this time, giving her room to breathe, to think.

The voice that responded was so very small, it made his heart clench. "I don't know if they miss me."

"Love…"

She tightened her arms around him so much it hurt, but he'd gladly take the pain without a word. "If they push me away, my heart is going to break."

Squeezing her hands, he took hold of them and stepped towards the couch, settling her so he could see her face, with nowhere to hide from him. He took her face in his hands, feeling another twist in his heart at her beautiful, bright, fierce green eyes clouded by desperately unshed tears.

"Oh love. I'm sorry."

"No. No, you…" She held his hands tightly, trying to express with touch what she was struggling to convey in words. "You didn't do anything wrong. Thank you. I'm just a coward—"

"Now, I won't have you slander my wife like that."

She gave a wet sort of chuckle, leaning further into his touch as she shut her eyes tightly and just breathed.

"Fine. But I'm still afraid and I shouldn't be. It's been so long."

"You've never really had to seriously consider the idea of going back," he said, still gentle as he ran a thumb over her cheek. "By that metric it's been no time at all."

A hum, hard to read as convinced or otherwise, but she seemed steadier as she gave that some thought. He let the silence build again, seeing the need for it as she tried to get her thoughts in order. Trying to will the right words into existence.

The sun set softly into the sea, making room for the night as he pulled her close and just sat with her silence and warmth. He was happy to wait.

"If you come with me," she finally said, slow and careful as if feeling out unfamiliar ground, "you'll miss your warmth and soft cushions within a day."

He smiled as she opened her eyes a little to peek at him, gauging his reaction.

"I won't break from a little rough living." His voice was warm, a clear refusal to even consider the option of being left behind for his own comfort. "Besides, knowing you, you won't let me lift a finger."

"Because we'd starve otherwise."

A soft breath of amusement. "Admittedly I'm not much of a hunter, but I could certainly menace a vegetable if I was suitably armed."

She laughed, dashing away a tear as she turned her face enough to kiss his palm.

"You can be all warm and comfortable in the finest furs I can find, while I go catch us a deer."

"That sounds like adequate enough comfort for me."

"And you won't—"

He pulled her in for a kiss, feeling her melt into him, into his love and absolute certainty as he stole the rest of her questions and her breath.

Breaking apart, he leaned his forehead against hers with a sigh of contentment.

"I might grouse a little, yes. But I won't change my mind halfway or breathe a word about going back. I think by now you're well acquainted with how stubborn I can be."

Gods, the shine of pure joy and love in her eyes could put even a Waterdhavian sunset to shame.

"Together, then?"

"I wouldn't have anything else."

[the-diary-of-a-moody-teenager]

Okay so after 1 day processing (lies i processed nothing) and listening to " will you fall in love with me again " on repeat

I have thoughts A LOT OF THEM

I loveeee how Penelope's RAGE is showcased in the song and especially in the livestream ( @gigizetz you absolutely GOAT ) , because it's her husband in front of her after 20 goddamn years and he has the GAL to say if you knew the things (i absolutely love the background showing all the animatics of the things he has done and how he has changed ) I have done (not blaming ody here he has a totally vaild perspective) , could she bring herself to love him again, and SHE IS PISSED , but she knows he husband very well so instead of shouting, she asks him for a simple favour, to move the wedding bed (and i love how it's adapted from the Odyssey, Penelope instead of proving herself that's her husband, proves ody that he's still her husband) , and ody is pissed( bro brings out the electric guitar and all 💀) and is like how could you ask me to do that , it's a symbol of everlasting love , and PENELOPE is like WELL ONLY MY HUSBAND KNEW THAT SO I GET THAT MAKES HIM YOU (you can hear the rage in her voice, ask stupid questions get stupid answers ), and ody is shooketh , his falabers are gasted , and then we get "I will fall in love with you , Over and over again, I don’t care how, where, or when, No matter how long it’s been

You’re mine ( how dare you insinuate that you AREN'T MINE , YOU ARE MY HUSBAND AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU , ALL THE VERSION OF YOU AND NOTHING IS GOING TO CHANGE THAT )

Don’t tell me you’re not the same person, You’re always my husband, And I’ve been waiting, waiting , Waiting, waiting , Waiting, waiting,Waiting, oh!, For you..." ( and then we get the montage of how hard the 20 years have been for her too and how she has changed too, and it's in her voice ahahaha)

AND THEN THE INSTRUMENTALS OF "JUST A MAN " START PLAYING AND JUST KILL ME AT THIS POINT , it would hurt less (he's finally HOME GUYSSS , OUR BOY IS HOME )

And ending it with "I love u's " was the best decision EVER

So basically I guess what i wanted to say was OdyPen are the standard and we should expect nothing less , no other will ever come close to them and i WILL MISS THEM IMMENSELY

[crazylittlejester]

Hi hello do you have anything about how Twi nearly died in your modern au? Like, what happened and how Time reacted and stuff- (free invitation to yap /gen)

hi hello yes i do!! (tw for talk of suicide attempts and sh)

it was an attempt when he was 15, and the only reason he’s still alive is because he kinda snapped out of it after a second and realized he didn’t actually want to be dead (if he hadn’t told anyone he would have died in his room). Time was the only person home with him, so Twi had to go tell him 1. What he did and 2. That he’d already panic called emergency services because he was freaking out and didn’t know what to do and the ranch is decently far away from everything else. Time had had absolutely NO idea Twilight was struggling like that or that he was so unhappy he’d make an attempt on his life and he was so so terrified he was actually going to lose his kid that day, he could hardly speak he was that scared (and unfortunately Twi was a little worried that Time was MAD at him because of his silence). He drove Twi to the emergency room himself, he knew he’d get there faster and he was genuinely worried Twi didn’t have a whole lot of time to wait around for an ambulance

That was the first and only time Twilight has ever seen his dad cry, at first it was just silent tears but the second Time had called Malon to explain what was going on he broke down sobbing and Twilight is genuinely so scarred from just THAT that it’s been one of the things that’s helped him stop hurting himself; he doesn’t ever want to see his dad cry again. he never wants to be the reason his dad cries, he felt so so bad about that he had a whole mental breakdown over it

He’d been struggling with hurting himself since he was thirteen and he’s been struggling with depression and anxiety for as long as he’s been alive, he’d just get so stressed and overwhelmed he’d spiral and then he felt ashamed for being unhappy because he didn’t feel like he had a valid reason to be depressed because he had a wonderful home life and loving family, and he didn’t want them to blame themselves so he didn’t tell them. and then sophomore year of high school it just reached a point where he attempted to end his life and then the fear and anxiety kicked in and he had to tell his dad about EVERYTHING. there was a lot of crying that day, from him AND Time, but Time made sure to make Twilight feel like he wasn’t suddenly going to be treated like he was made of glass or like he was just completely unstable. Time assured him that he wasn’t angry with him and promised to do anything possible to help Twi because he loves him, he made that very very clear

Time and Malon have done their absolute best to support him, they listen to whatever he has to say and they do whatever they can to help him. They got him therapy (which was so so helpful for him) and Twi still sees a therapist, plus he’s on antidepressants which have also helped a lot. Warriors and Sky have also been nothing but supportive and patient, they’ve been friends with him since freshman year and they were pretty close by the time this happened and they were really worried about their friend but were very glad to see him start to do better

Twilight is doing very well now, he’s been sh free for six years. tho he still has bad days or days he gets urges to hurt himself again and its difficult for him to verbally ask for help but everyone in his life has figured out what it means when he silently comes to just sit by them. They know not to ask questions and to just treat him normally, or give him a hug if he initiates it, and they’ll do anything they can to help him. The tattoos on his left arm cover up a LOT of scars, they don’t cover all of em, they’re not really meant to completely cover them but they do make them a lot less visible

He really is doing better now, but ofc Time is always going to worry about him. Time’s been worrying about him since he GOT him and it just got worse when 9 year old Twi cracked his head open hopping off a horse

the most recent fic for the au is about twi having one of his bad days, ft Warriors wriggling his way into Twi’s bed to be both a comfort and a nuisance (he does a lot to help akskdjd):

[i-mean-technically]

#some of these words are just so???#''still believes in the system even after getting fucked with no lube by it'' is 100% a metal as hell line#tfa#maccadam#also your tags???#tfa megop is so hilarious when done right#And Optimus manages to beat his aft Several times even if he's just ''maintenance prime''#that's more times than fucking Sentinel has won against a Decepticon#Tfp au Optimus is honestly based a bit on tfa Optimus because i say so#and another fucked up bit is how fast things went downhill after Sentinel became magnus#that boy went full 100 with his paranoia

@transingthoseformers making another post bc i'm about to rant

first of all i'm gald you find my phrasing humorous XDDD life's too short not to enjoy it and since i wouldn't make it in prison unique phrasing will have to do lmao

and TFA megop!!!!! i think it has some of the most written for it but most of it is Not for me ya know? no shade, but Optimus is almost always made into some uwu baby when he's a GREMLIN and would sell Megatron's soul for one corn chip. (also Primus and Unicron apparently don't exist in TFA which has me 👀👀👀 bc that has some interesting connotations)

Optimus manages to make peace with an alien race, keep the Allspark out of Decepticon hands, regularly kicks their asses, while also basically raising an alien child that he got surprise custody of. and that's just season 1. Sentinel had his paranoia fanned and abused by Ultra Magnus, given power he wasn't ready for, and possibly also mind fucked to make him more compliant, bc it was Sentinel's idea to go down on Arachna 9.

both Optimus and Sentinel questioned things, and once Optimus was cut at the knees and thought to be neutered they turned their sights on Sentinel and made him into exactly what they wanted.

then he got a position that he never should have in the first place. bc his paranoia is so severe, imo, he shouldn't be in a position of power like that. he would be GREAT in an advisory setting tho.

and things shouldn't have gone to shit so fast when Sentinel became Magnus unless it was already that bad and his incompetence just brought the curtain down.

[lloydfrontera]

'lloyd is very weak now and needs to marry so he'll have someone to protect him'- lloyd has the only grandmaster on the world following him around like a puppy. he has the most terrifying motherfucker on the world wrapped around his little finger. he has the one person in the world who can hit an absolute in the head and get away with it swearing in his heart to protect him no matter the cost over and over again.

lloyd made javier watch him die twice right in front of him just to keep him alive. there is no power on existence that could make javier allow anyone or anything to even think about harming lloyd again.

lloyd is fine

[epicfirestormer]

What I love about Hellboy and Abe Sapien's dynamic in the comics is that, if you came into this blind, you'd expect Abe to be the voice of reason or the straight man to Hellboy's impulsive and hotheaded personality. But no, Abe is more often than not the crazy one. Hellboy would deal with fighting evil monsters and bad guys by just sighing and getting it over with, while Abe is going rabid over tearing the creature apart when he does get into a fight. Hellboy acts like it's a 9-to-5 job and will reasonably talk things out with a guy that had nearly killed him before, Abe acts like a madman in a slaughter house and his first instinct is to shoot first kill second and ask third. They're both insane, but on completely different levels.

[phoenixcatch7]

Reading loz/lu fics and it's just so interesting how wide the spectrum is of their personalities.

Sometimes it's got an in universe reason (different past (usually gender or species change), recent or ongoing traumatic events, a spectacularly bad first meeting), but sometimes (often) the characters are just... Weirdly angsty or peppy, there's no in between!

And I'm beginning to think less people have played more than one game than I thought XD.

Not that it's anyone's fault! One game is more than enough to be part of it all, and loz is exclusive to Nintendo consoles - and all the older stuff is frustratingly hard to get hold of. Heck, I'm still looking for wind waker, and that was really popular! And then you have to play it! They're not small games!!

But could people writing wild please ease off just a tiiiiiny bit so he can be a semi functional member of society pretty please XD? He's just as much a polite boy as any other member of the chain! He won't even run in shops! He can't attack npcs! He talks to every single person he's ever seen and remembers every single name. Yes, he's three quarters woodland creature with a hefty amount of trauma but he's also a fashionista who managed to avoid accidentally taking sides in a mayoral election and that's not easy!

[cementcornfield]

this fucking dude.

[shire-ivy]

I thought we'd never get a 1d reunion because nobody wanted to work with Liam. And turns out we'll never get a 1d reunion because he's dead ? I wasn't prepared for this.

[cosmics-beings]

being a starscream fan is always difficult because you have to navigate interacting with people who completely pacify him and excuse all his actions and paint him as a innocent person who can't be held accountable for the shit he does. and going as far as saying you excuse abuse if you try to hold him accountable for how he treats others. nevermind the fact that u yourself are an abuse victim and you wanna look at him multifaceted and you know, not excuse his abusive actions toward others.

but at the same time, you also have to navigate people who absolutely HATE him, and will act like they don't and claim they just see him critically, when most of their content is bashing him for his abuse, excusing it, saying he's an awful person and getting mad at people for seeing him as a victim or wanting him to have better. literally saying he deserves what happens to him. ike a lot of people will flat out slander him, while uplifting characters who are worse than him, will say that starscream doesn't deserve redemption, or saying that anyone who wants better for him is excusing him or worse, going out of their way just to be extremely unfair and critical to him.

it's difficult because i love starscream and i do see him critically. but it's hard being around people who will just pacify his actions, and then try to go to someone so you can have indepth convos about him only to realize that 'oh, this person actually hates starscream, they haven't said anything remotely positive about him'.

[min0uet]

what people do not understand about nagito komaeda is that his obsession with hope is not romantic or sexual in nature [i do Not care what the dr3 anime had to say hope this helps] but rather comes from a sort of religious devotion as an extreme coping mechanism send tweet

[perenlop]

this is gonna sound so backhanded but after 3 letdowns in a row from pokemon (followed by a game which isnt terrible but i dislike because of how much it fucked up the plot of sm), then a game that i genuinely really love and want more in the style of and largely because of how it deviates from the main series, im genuinely so shocked that i love scarlet and violet as much as i do. like when i was going through that tutorial i was just cautious and waiting for the other show to drop and be bored at best, but like, graphic glitches aside, it never came. it stayed really fun and charming

[arolesbianism]

Quick concept doodle for my worstie To the horizon

[aphelea]

somehow i feel like reading this book as someone who is very very far from being a keefe fan made it easier