#berry tf

[scarletshnoz]

As promised, more berry alts.

Guess Felicia should start going by the BLUE Cat HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA

[fatguarddog]

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An audio commission for @the-chubby-berry 🫐 After a long hard day at work, your stress overflows and begins to inflate you into a juicy berry, causing you discomfort until a soothing presence eases you through the transformation and juices you

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Rain drops slide off of your umbrella as you finally make it home after what feels like the longest day in your life. To think, you left for work at dawn this morning when there was hardly any light in the sky and now all you’ve had to guide you home late this night has been dark, wet rain.

You kick off your shoes and throw your overcoat onto the rack, trying to huff out all the tension and stress that has built in you over the course of the day as you flop onto the couch, but it’s no use. Placing a hand on your stomach, you can already feel it burbling and twisting over, a gentle swelling beginning beneath your clothes. You moan in discomfort as you rub at your belly, now partially exposed to the cool air of your living room, enough for you to see the blue and purple specks blossoming on your skin as the gurgling feeling continues under your hands.

You really didn’t want this to happen now. Standing up, you feel the juice sloshing inside of you, rocking your belly back and forth, tumultuous like the storm outside and causing so much pressure on your body. Were your face not turning blue, it’d be red with a hot flush of embarrassment as your engorging gut inflates with even more juice, hanging heavy on your body. You will yourself to resist the change, until you feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around you, a strange yet relaxing voice speaking, “Shh… Just relax. Let it happen. I’ll be here to help you.” The purr in your ear is so gentle and kind as skilful hands rub at your belly, easing out the growth into something more pleasant. “You seem so tired and stressed. Why not let the transformation happen and I’ll be here beside you to relieve the strain along the way.”

What up until now felt like a boiling bubbling volcano within you began quieting down and softening into the gentle waves of an ocean, less like the storm outside and more like peaceful rain on your coziest days. The hurt still lingered as the swelling continued, but nowhere near as harsh or painful as before. Your calming visitor’s hands run over your skin as the blue spreads and spreads until you’re completely covered in the bluish purple hue, looking so perfectly like a big swollen berry.

They hum gently as they rub your body, completely relaxing you as your belly takes over your form, making you rounder and rounder, smoothing out any hard lines, any hint of a shape other than that of a big bloated berry. You’re rocked lightly from side to side, making the juice inside of slosh in the most comforting way. Even as it begins to overflow and leak from your chest, all you can feel is amazing, moaning in pleasure while those helping hands aid in squeezing out the excess juice. “My what a perfect little berry you’ve become,” you hear the smile in that relaxing voice as you grow to be completely immobile.

Usually, you’d be in pain now and fretting over how long it would take to get back to normal size, but right now, all you feel is calm and mostly unbothered. Whoever has been helping you has made sure that you remained completely comfortable by massaging out any cramps or pain. Their voice was the most relaxed you’d ever heard anyone speak, “There we go. My oh my all that stress turned into this. No wonder you have trouble keeping it all in~ No one has been here to help release it for you, at least not faithfully. Have no fear though, I shall become that presence for you~” Listening to their voice, it feels like all the stress left in you is melting down into a puddle, mixing with your sweet berry juices. Their hands tracing and squeezing over you sends shivers through your big berry body, making you oh so sensitive. You never want them to stop, you don’t want this relaxing feeling or this mysteriously helpful person to go away. They seem to notice from the look on your face and gently roll you to speak more directly to you,

“My dear berry, do not fear. I will appear anytime you please, or whenever you are in need of my assistance. I’m here for you.” Hearing this you begin to drift off to sleep as they continue to relax and juice you. You smile to yourself knowing now that something once so painful and stressful may just become something you look forward to.

[shawsimmer]

life lately

[antiqueberry]

So I just watched TF: One and

Spoilers under cut

THEY WERE FRIENDS. THEY LOVED EACH OTHER

SENTINEL WHEN I CATCH YOU

bee is such a dumbass I love him with all my heart

this might have my favorite depiction of elita. girlboss and girlfailure

THEY WERE FRIENDS

not over how sentinel was presumably performing organ harvesting on sparklings

probably my favorite depiction of airachnid. she scares me.

she and sentinel have a situationship and you can pry that from my cold, dead hands

maybe if he’d gotten spiked more he’d calm down

THEY WERE FRIENDS

why the hell was starscream so horny. like. who in the writing room was allowed to do that.

“I WANT TO KILL HIM!” what if I started crying.

bee is such a silly

THE MINERS ARE SO SMALL NEXT TO EVERYONE ELSE

oh my god. its because of the t-cogs. they never got to grow any bigger.

SENTINEL WHEN I GET YOU

”lets make sure it never comes off” I CRAVE BLOOD

the fall scene. just. the whole scene. uogh

HE LOOKS SO SAD ONCE HE BECOMES A PRIME

THEY WERE FRIENDS!!!!!

I know the fix-it fics are going to be in the thousands after this

[clownsuu]

✨Shapes and colors~✨

A gift for you! Mari is pretty fun to draw! I think her and Toshie would be best friends! An eccentric color blind designer and a chill down to earth emo band kid .

YEAHHHHH SO CUUUTEEE WAAA

[loadedberetta]

Berry baby🖤

I hope you're doing well and *remembering* to hydrate.

I was just talking with a friend and i find i slip into other languages expressions while I'm speaking or even typing - I'm a polyglot (I know a good few languages) including South African Sign Language. It certainly takes alot of people by surprise since it's not something I go around speaking about.

How would TF141 + Alex Kelle react with this given they never were explicitly told about this skillet before hand?

I hope you enjoy your festive season and find yourself surrounded by the most peace and happiness Love🥀

hi lovie!! (sipping on magnesium water as we speak!)

having dipped my toes in language learning too, I bow to you, polyglot friend~ holidays are hard, thank you for the encouragement, same goes to you! decided to turn them into drabbles, it was much fun, thank you for the req! alright, here is (my first req stuff ever)

141 + Alex react to: polyglot Reader

rating: M (language, light flirting?)

warnings: smoking, interrogation [military inaccuracies]

[series with random headcanons about specific situations (involving the reader) and how CoD characters would react to them; mostly the 141, but Alejandro and Rudy, Laswell, Farah, König, and others will make appearances too]

other parts: [tattoo] [pregnancy] [knife tricks] [drawing] [foreign language]

find me on ao3 // masterlist

Price

A small note was attached to your file that Price seems to have overlooked in the year and a half since you were under his command; in Laswell's handwriting, which John knew already from the countless similar notes she left for him throughout the years. Yet, this one stood out; sign language? And how many languages again? He made a mental note to ask you over grub the next day.

Breakfast was always fast; after first drill, but before the day really began. And always with your mates, switching languages with ease to accommodate new members and brothers passing through, just on transfer at the base.

Price always ate at a separate table, always. Sometimes alone, sometimes with some higher-ups. But this morning, he sat by your table, which opened up a seat for him. Everyone's body language shifted to accommodate him among you. He didn't speak, and the conversation between you and a temporary transfer settled back into a comfortable flow. His ears perked up to each sound he didn't seem to have heard from you, as they weren't part of the English phonemic system.

He himself muddled in French and some Arabic and harboured a basic understanding of Spanish since his time in Mexico, but your confidence and knowledge shone through the effortless speech. You and your speaking partner seemed to share a lighthearted conversation in a language he could only guess.

Soon, you let yourself notice his glances in your direction, often settling on your lips for short moments. Smiling to yourself, you finished your coffee as your deskmate excused themselves from the table, having emptied their tray.

Instead of turning to another group being taught foreign swearwords by a new recruit (to which you had to resist the urge to share your favourites), you lifted your gaze to meet Price's.

"Enjoying yourself, Captain?"

He chuckled, raspy.

"How did this never come up?" He asked without much sugarcoating.

"What exactly?" You chuckled.

"That you know about a dozen languages, including… South African Sign Language?"

A small smirk formed on your lips, proud of the recognition and attention to detail.

"I don't go around flaunting it." You stated plainly. "It's not even on my file, it's… just something I do, as a person; it's not for the military or anything."

"Hm." That was all he replied to that. "-but…"

"Yes?"

"Could be useful."

You could see he was pondering something.

"What if I told you I have a spot for you on officer training, hm? They're looking for… intelligence."

Ghost

( I cannot resist using this gif--)

Finding yourself behind a counter, taking orders from businessmen, assistants, and university students; not exactly how you imagined life in the big city. It was a second job of sorts, only part-time, as you couldn't squeeze in anything else besides the academy.

It was a busy morning, your shift covering the entirety of it before classes began that day. The line was only growing, and the other shiftie beside you was struggling; some foreigners complained about their order, and another pair of customers speaking a third language just rolled up to him, totally overwhelming him. Calling out a name for an order, you waved to the next in line (a sweet old immigrant lady, with whom only you could chat out of the whole team, easily overstepping the language barrier), and told her to just hang on for a moment.

You addressed the complaining couple in a well-mannered way, quickly sorted out their issue with a complimentary muffin and a cookie, and switched languages with ease, freeing your shiftie partner from the agony that was speaking any other language than English for him.

The rush died down just the slightest after a few more hectic minutes, and the shiftie went for a break when you noticed a familiar figure standing by the counter as you turned back with another order.

He gave your unit a few lessons this semester and remarked on your capabilities in strategy and urban warfare. You remembered him, and it seemed like he did too.

The usual balaclava he wore when instructing was replaced by just a black cloth mask hooked behind his ears, revealing a few more details about his face than you'd seen before.

"Sir." You addressed him, conveying you respected the civil setting, yet communicating your respect toward him considering your short but memorable history. "What can I get you?"

"Didn't know you were fluent in that many languages." He remarked after describing his simple order, making your cheeks heat up at a moment's notice.

"It's nothing, really…" You tried brushing his words off with words that came out shakier than you meant to sound.

"How many do you speak?" He asked with a small tilt of his head.

His eyes widened for a moment at your answer. "…and South African Sign Language."

A chuckle, something you'd never heard from before stuck in your ear for a good few seconds, drowned out by the milk frother.

"I don't do lesson plans, you know?"

"What?" You lightly shivered with excitement at the fact how interested he seemed in your knowledge.

"Would you mind, you know… Doing a lesson? Sign language is a valuable asset. I can give you some time next Friday."

"I…" You stuttered a bit at his proposition.

"Nothin' fancy, don't worry, darling. Just some basics."

"Alright…" You found yourself saying after a moment when the light ringing in your ears faded.

"Maybe even tell your story… I'd be interested for sure."

And with that, he grabbed his coffee from your hand, putting some coin on the counter with the other, and was out the door before you could say anything else.

Alex

He didn't talk. Not to ULF soldiers, and bravely (maybe stupidly) not even to Alex. Farah's request for you to get to the scene was… interesting. She stated her presence was required in another part of the country, and in her encrypted message, she explicitly voiced how your assistance might help ULF break the man.

So you came. Alex greeted you on the airstrip with a smile and a hug, his frame towering over yours.

"Alex, a pleasure to see you." You smirked as the two of you walked back to the nearest building.

"Can only say the same." His tone was warm and welcoming, a staple to him. "You hoping to crack our guy?" He asked you directly about the matter at hand. The small carrier that brought you here whirred into the air in the distance.

"Exactly."

"And how's that gonna go? We haven't even gotten a word out of him, let alone information."

"That's why I'm here now."

"The stage is yours." He opened the door of the large building to you and ushered you inside.

A few hours later, he stood by your side, as you tried to find a crack on the prisoner's tough shell. After many unsuccessful attempts, the tired captive let his head fall, a small curse leaving his lips. Your ears perked, and Alex could only watch the scene unfold in front of him.

In a language he only heard on the TV before maybe once, you asked the prisoner something, to which he immediately lifted his head in confusion. Pressing on, you visibly exerted yourself to gather as much as you could on the man before he would shut down again.

After a few exerting rounds of questions, you stood up abruptly, and nodded for Alex to come with you. Closing the door to the room, you turned to him, but he spoke up faster than you did.

"What is and where." He crossed his arms and awaited your answer with a bite to his lip.

"I don't know yet, but he talked about a car rigged with charges, but he's going to shut down soon, fuck…" You clicked your tongue, exhausted from the rusty pieces of knowledge forced to work in your brain at high speed.

"Hold on… He had a detonator on him when we apprehended him… Are you sure it's a car?" He backed away, looking as if he was about to bolt somewhere.

"White, small, local model." You shouted after him as he disappeared down the corridor.

You stepped back into the room and closed the door behind yourself.

A day later, you were there as Alex switched the trigger, and the car about a mile away from your position, deep in the desert blew to pieces as the two of you watched.

"How the hell did you know from a damn single word?"

"It's a local dialect, where I happened to have stayed for a while, it's not important…" You dismissed the seemingly unimportant detail with a wave of your hand.

"So we just happened to luck out on this one?" He chuckled and turned to you.

"Well, I could have tried about half a dozen more languages, but hey, if this one worked…?" You looked up at him, a small smile tugging the corner of your lips up.

"And Farah knew this?"

"Her hunches are never wrong." You shrugged.

"Yeah… You're right about that."

Gaz

You and Kyle bonded during selection. Both of you were younger than most of the cadets, and yet, somehow competed for top scores. It wasn't even a test of endurance, it was a test of who could beat the other. DS were amused by how easily you passed hurdles, just to be better than the other one, paying no attention to other competition.

And after that, the two of you became inseparable. Like people who'd known the other since childhood or had been good neighbours for years. Phone calls when oceans separated the two of you were very common, and sometimes you found eachother in inopportune situations; yet these calls only strengthened your friendship. Keeping each other company, and slowly growing to know more and more about the other.

It was a spur-of-the-moment trip, catching the first plane when you finally got your leave. A country you've only seen in books so far, but a language you'd already mastered.

Kyle called you when you were out on the first morning, trying to fetch food from a market.

"Good morning, Kyle." Your chin was visible in the frame of the phone, and the blue sky above you.

"Morning yourself, except it's the middle of the afternoon. Where are you?" He asked in a surprised tone, his face coming closer to the phone, trying to discern some landmarks around you, to no avail.

"In a market. Got on a plane yesterday, and--" You quipped, looking down at Kyle, who was visibly confused about your whereabouts.

"Jesus wept, bug, you're insane…" He shook his head, almost missing as you started haggling, faint voices breaking through the line.

He quieted down and leaned forward on his couch to listen. For a good minute, he couldn't understand a word you were saying, only listening to your voice flow, lips dancing in unique patterns. Soon, you held your quarry up to the camera, something bundled in white wax paper.

You sat down and finally positioned your phone to show your face and upper body, and a bit of the busy scenery behind you.

"You're a wizard, you know that?" He laughed and lounged back again.

"A party trick if you will. I know a few more." You shrugged, and bit into your breakfast.

"Few more?" Kyle repeated, chuckling in disbelief. "What else, like, sign language?"

"Actually…" You laughed, somewhere in the background a bell tolled distantly.

"No fucking way." Kyle licked his upper lip and looked away. "I thought I knew ya."

"There's always more to know, friend."

Soap

Sharing a room with Soap was… an experience. He was a sound sleeper, not causing much fuss at night, so you were content in that regard. The other departments, however, not much.

He was unruly, to say the least, and it took some time to get accustomed to his schedule. One of you being a morning shower type in opposition to the other being a night shower person caused some friction in the beginning, but like everything else, it settled after a while. After all, this was supposed to last only the three months the unit was stationed at this base.

You hadn't known eachother that well before, but that changed at around the one-month mark.

Having been given a few hours of phone time by Price days before for this afternoon, you set up to call your best friend, a few thousand miles setting the two of you apart. You haven't talked in way too long, and before you knew it, you'd already spent an hour talking and laughing over Facetime, phone propped against the metal grate by the foot of the bottom bunk, you sitting on the mattress.

You acknowledged Soap coming in a few times for his notebook, cigs, or to grab his coat from the back of the chair, but didn't pay it much attention, being so absorbed in the conversation with your favourite human on the other end of the line, confined to the little screen by the foot of your bed.

It was already dark outside, when Soap burst into the room, and put his finger to his lips, signalling you to be silent.

Looking down at your best friend "I need to be silent. Wait a bit."

To which they replied with an "Okay, I'll wait."

Soap flicked the light off, and a few moments later, a few people passed the room; you could hear the footsteps.

"Random inspection." He whispered as he climbed up into his bunk, trying to remain silent.

Praying your room wouldn't be chosen, as you were still in uniform instead of nightwear, you settled on your mattress too. An idea flashed through your head, and turning the brightness on your screen to high, you continued your conversation over Facetime in silence, your best friend quickly catching on to what happened, as you explained the situation in sign by the dim light.

A few minutes later, Soap climbed down from the bunk and switched the light on.

"Gaz texted, they moved on to the next building… what are ya up tae?"

He looked back at you, as you caught his glance too while signing.

"Sign. South African Sign Language. I'm talking to someone."

"Right…" He chuckled bemused, and headed out again, probably for a cig with some other delinquents, to which you shook your head with a smirk on your lips.

Later that night, when you settled to sleep for real on your back, his overgrown mohawk poked out followed by his head from above you, overlooking you on your bed.

"'eard you speakin' earlier… And that sign language too… So… Mind teachin' me some?"

(alright that's all, hope you liked it, goodnight)

[erros429]

disguising my t4t4t4t poly jnpr propaganda under pt9 of my rwby textpost memes series

[kavalyera]

hello wickblr when do we intend to start our love for sofia al-azwar

[fatguarddog]

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Hey, what are you looking for happy for, huh? Chewing away like that and patting your little tummy… what’s got you looking so content? Oh you found some gum, huh? Just lying around on the counter… [chuckle] I thought you’d like it, I mean… it’s already starting to take effect!

Can you feel it yet? Oh don’t look so surprised, I’ve seen your computer. I know you fantasise about blowing up into a biiiiiig juicy berry girl, so I thought I’d take matters into my own hands and help make that dream a reality. Just look at yourself. Your face is turning blue, spreading out across your cute chubby cheeks and making the juice flow inside of you. You’re going to be a good girl, sit back and let yourself grow and swell and expand into the berry girl of your dreams. I just know you’ll love every second of it by that blissed out look on your face.

Oh look! Your belly is starting to gurgle and push forwards. Swelling bigger and bigger… oh yours tits are inflating up too. Does it feel good, baby? Feeling yourself swell with juice as it absolutely overwhelms your body? Oops! Looks like your pants have popped open! And your shirt is looking more and more like a crop top. You’re becoming such a big blubbery berry girl, it looks so good on you, babe.

Aaaaand that’s the seat of your pants ripping, bet it’s nice feeling your ass blow up underneath you, you’re basically turning into a big blueberry waterbed, your belly is looking huge and I can see your tits starting to leak all those sweet sweet juices, your whole body sloshes and churning as your clothes begin to tear away. Isn’t it so blissful? To lay back and let yourself take up all this space? So swollen I’d have to roll you around to get you anywhere. [chuckle] I think I’ll leave you like this today, lost in sweet berry ecstasy. I’ll juice you tomorrow. And then we can do it aaaaaalll over again, leaving you a little juicier each time.

[proteanderg]

New sillly potion just dropped

The results of that mixed potion poll is a very silly beast~

[theres-a-bea]

no i'm not calling them berry or ollie they're grape and guoguo/coco to me you can pry these names from my COLD DEAD HANDS

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

“well, buggy fans are willing to forgive much worse behavior from other characters they ship him with, so that hasn't stopped me!”

And that’s the thing I kinda don’t like about buggy ships tbh. I don’t think I like them just because most of them are…. Extremely mean to Buggy? I never had favourite character like this. That’s why I kinda want just one person who would really liked my blorbo? Like does Buggy even has one genuine relationship rn? I was naive because I did thought of his crew as a little more genuine, and after marine ford my stupid brain did thought at least mr3 is not gonna left him the minute buggy out of picture. And Oda destroyed my hopes every single time. He’s not that unlikable in canon :(

(context)

yeah, you know, that's fair! some people like for their fave to suffer, and some want to protect them from the cruelty of the world. i'm somewhere in between, myself; i can enjoy a bit of buggy schadenfreude, but only if i feel like he really earned it, reaping what he sowed and all that.

…and tbh, i think this lack of genuine relationships is another reaping/sowing situation.

like, buggy had genuine connections in his youth and they all abandoned him (save one, but let's not get distracted by shuggy rn). is it any wonder he was disillusioned, and sought out bonds based on self-interest and false images of his own greatness?

when buggy was a moderately-sized fish in a small pond, he must have felt just as sure as you, anon, that he'd found the best possible crew this way. who needs sincerity or personal loyalty?! all you need is a badass facade and a common goal!

the downside to such superficial bonds only makes itself known when the illusion breaks down, or when it's no longer in someone's self-interest to support buggy.

[theloveinc]

It’s so funny how rereading one single ya dystopian series has made all my daydreams go from something mundane and beautiful to like… “me and Bakugo are surviving a war against reproductive rights🙂” and I’m genuinely having a good time