#but can type a wittle

[grox]

I really wanna go to a rave but i'm scared because I jusg so happen to have the cop body type. And i only wear black steel toes twnnis shoes becau,e i'm scared of getting my wittle feet hurt... and i really wanna smoke weed there or do some dmt or someting but i'm autistic so i don't know the right social cues to ask for drugs so i always just ask people on the atreet if they havw drugs and they never say yes theg always leave me so im scared if I do that at the rave people will leave me... and i keep a walkie talkie in my pocket so i can always call my mommy when i'm scared...... so yeah

[sh1-n0bu]

Can't stop thinking about domming Calcharo

Idk for some reason I see him as breedable-

RAAAGHHH CALCHARO ASKS YEAAHHHHH🔥🔥 its actually super funny cuz ill be going “oh my cutie patootie🫶” “my shy princess🎀” “my wittle baby🥰” and then hes just there, murdering enemies in the background like “STRIKE👹SHIMMER👹unleash the fangs😡whos the prey now?”

service sub. you cannot tell me otherwise. brat? spoiled? nuh-uh. poor man never felt an ounce of normalcy in his life and his job is literally to serve to people who pays him, he’s a service sub

not exactly big on kinks or toys, i think. really likes soft and vanilla sex most of the times in private, in the comfort of your shared home where he can be vulnerable. but if he’s really feeling like it and too damn horny to function, he’ll indulge in the occasional handjob or blowjob behind a stacks of crates or walls

not exactly loud but not exactly dead silent either. not a full blown moaner, but he whines and whimpers so sweetly. likes to hug you or stay close to you so you can hear how quickly he’s turning into a putty in your hand while his hands desperately cling to your biceps or forearms for a little bit of grounding

won’t do anything without your permission, really. you wanna try something? sure. chastity cages? a ring around his cock? or even a vibrator you wanna shove up his hole while he tries to maintain composure? he’s all in for it. just please don’t torture him for too long, he might just lose his facade in the wrong place. would whine and apologize if he cums too quickly or without asking for your permission. weak knees ready to buckle beneath him while he whimpers out how sorry he is for cumming without your permission

he’s so cute :((

really loves markings, me thinks. scratching is fine but he really really really loves bitemarks. on him? on you? doesn’t matter. do whatever you want to him and he’ll take it like a good boy. don’t worry of his men seeing the marks, his clothes will cover him plenty, just hurry up and sink your fangs into his flesh, mark him as yours

might be into some predator/prey thing because of his voicelines,,,,,, and some size difference kink. he’s a big, intimidating guy so the thought of his lover being smaller than him even by a single inch and still being able to catch him or rat him out from hiding gets his pants feeling a little bit tighter. it doesn’t even have to completely sexual all the time too! just brush against him when reaching for something in the fridge, a hand over his waist when moving past him in a small space, guide him to give you some space with a hand on his lower back while you walk past him — and calcharo’s already thinking of how you could use those hand placements to fuck him dumb for the rest of the day

big nose, big dick!! and he really lives up to it. just like his body type, his cock is a bit on the fatter side i think. just a teensy bit thicker all around with a very cute sensitive tip. be sure to suck on his sensitive tip to get your puppy whining about how his mind is melting at record speed! he’ll be thrashing his legs and shaking his head, saying he can’t cum again but he refuses to safe word or push your head away. too bad calcharo, you’ll be crying in no time soon

hips mmmgghhhh… his hips are so squeeze-able when fucking him from behind. push him into a doggy style with his chest down against the bed, ass perched up for you to fuck his puckering hole. or just push him flat down against the mattress while you roughly fuck into him from behind while your hands leave bruises on his hips. he’ll whine about his cock being neglected as the poor thing weeps precum on the sheets, squished between his body and the material of the beddings with no mercy to touch himself. just slap his ass or squeeze his hips and he’ll learn to be a good boy again

also might be into some light pet play or simply being collared and leashed. y’know with the whole hound thing and stuff. leash him up and put him into a mating press and he’s whimpering and throwing his head back like the cute pup he is. will try to deny it, saying things like “n-not a… p-pu—uunngh haah aah annhcg puppy! not a puppy..!” with a shake of his head. just coo out that he does sound like one and he’s voice is sounding a bit higher as he whimpers loudly

idk why but i just have a feeling that he’ll be into sounding… idk whyyyyy okay?? it just,,, seems like something he would be into. has the fastest reactions and dry orgasms when his dick is all plugged up while your hand slowly jerks off his cock. you don’t even have to tease him and he’s already asking for a permission to cum

[yammpi3]

𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒎𝒆? 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚? // WC: 1.4k

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

synopsis. N is out on patrol when he catches you inside a class room finishing up some homework, once you’re done he walks you home and stays for awhile.

— content warnings. its just fluff, hand holding and a cheek kiss ;3

— authors note. I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE FOR ROBOTS, tried my best guys I know some things lore wise but ehh….i had to add random things for it to fit all together ANYWHO love this little guy he’s so adorbs (this is not proof read btw…)

 N trudged through the dimly lit hallways of the school facility, his joints creaking slightly after a long and tedious patrol cycle. All he wanted now was to shut down for recharge, but duty compelled him to remain vigilant. He peeked into each classroom as he passed, scanning for any signs of unusual activity or potential threats.

 

Just as he was about to move on, a faint sound caught his attention from the next room up ahead. Cautiously, N approached the doorway and peeped inside. There, across the room, was you—seated at your desk with a look of deep concentration etched across your screen. Your optical units were focused intently on your laptop, typing away to what seems like an essay.

 

N found himself transfixed, unable to tear his gaze away from you. The way your brow seemed to furrow ever so slightly, the subtle shifts in your posture as you worked—it all captivated him. He couldn't help but just admire you.

 

Time seemed to slow as N stood there, covertly observing. All he knew was that he didn't want this moment to end—to tear himself away from the sight before him.

 

After a few more minutes, you sat back with a satisfied nod and began powering down your computer. N's core fluttered nervously—now was his chance. "Hey bud, you headed home soon?"

 

His voice startled you, and your gaze met his with a smile. "Just wrapping things up here." You closed your laptop and set it inside your backpack while N fidgeted.

 

Why was it so hard to find the right words around you? Taking a steadying vent of air, N plowed ahead. "I was thinking, uh, since we both go the same way and all...wanna walk together?" His speech stumbled as flustered static crept in. "For! Uhm, for safety purposes of course."

 

"You trying to ditch patrol again, N?" His display flashed a brighter yellow in embarrassment. Of course you'd seen right through his feeble excuse. But to N's relief, your tone was teasing rather than accusing.

 

"No, no, honest!" he rushed to clarify. "I just...want to make sure you get home safe, you know? You never know what's lurking around." N chuckled awkwardly, feeling his face heat further. "But no pressure! I'll leave you be."

 

He started to scurry off, but you called after him. "Wait up, doofus; I was just messing with you. Sure, you can tag along."

 

 

N almost tripped over in excitement as he turned back to you. "You serious? I mean, of course you're serious; why wouldn't you be? Just didn't expect-" He cut himself off, seeing your amused expression. "Right, shutting up now. You, uh, are you ready to head out?"

 

You gave a final check that your desk was clear before nodding. "All set."

 

As you walked out of the school, N rambled on about his day. "Man, patrol was so boring today. At least now I get to hang with you for a bit." He swung his arms energetically as he walked alongside you.

 

 

As the two of you exited the school building, a cool breeze blew past. N shivered slightly despite having no organic components. "Brr, sure is chilly tonight. Glad I don't have to stand outside on patrol much longer."

 

You chuckled at his reaction. "Aww, does the big bad robot 'ave a wittle cold circuit?" N shot you a sideways glance, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Oh hush..”

 

 

Laughing, you slung an arm around N's shoulders in a mock hug. "Aw, it's okay, I'll keep you warm!" Much to your amusement, this only caused N to blush further while stammering incoherently. Smirking, you released your hold and continued on ahead.

 

As your optics adjusted to the darkness, you noticed N nervously scanning the shadows with his bright glow. "Relax bolt-brain; nothing is sneaking up on us tonight. You're the scariest thing around these parts," you teased, nudging him playfully.

 

N rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, better safe than sorry, right? Patrol's got me on high alert, I guess."

 

N shuffled closer to your side as you both made your way down the living quarters, wrapping his tail carefully around your leg. Though he claimed it was for protection, you suspected he simply enjoyed being close. Not before long, the row of housing units emerged into view.

 

"Well, this is me," you said, gesturing to the doorway of your home. N peered at it curiously. "Wanna come in? My folks are working overtime at the door again, so we've got the place to ourselves."

 

N hesitated, fidgeting anxiously. "I, uh, don't want to intrude or anything.”

 

"Don't worry so much," you said reassuringly. "Like I said, my parents are working late, so it's just us. And I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want the company."

 

N still seemed unsure, nervously twisting his hands together. His eyes flickered from you to the doorway and back again. You could tell he wanted to accept the invitation, but something was holding him back.

 

Sighing softly, you placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Look, I get if it seems weird since we're different models. But to me, you're just N—my friend. You've always got my back, and I want to return the favor. So what do you say? Wanna come in and hang longer?

 

After a moment, he smiled shyly. "You really see me as a friend? Even though I'm probably the lamest murder drone ever built."

 

You grinned and punched his arm playfully. "Duh, why else would I hang out with you? Now come on!!”

 

You led N down the hallway to your room. "Not much, but it's home. Make yourself comfortable."

 

Kicking off some stray debris, you plopped down on your bed and gave it an encouraging pat. "Park it, toaster." N did so nervously, taking in the cozy atmosphere.

 

With a flick of your wrist, you played some upbeat nightcore music; it played at a comfortable volume.

 

N sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, listening to the upbeat music pulsing through the room. "Cozy set up you've got here," he said, his gaze flitting around nervously.

 

"Yeahhh”  you replied with a shrug, leaning back on your hands. "So, being a murder drone. Bet that's...umm...murder-y?"

 

N couldn't help but chuckle at your lame joke. "Ha, yeah, I guess you could say that. It's uh, it's definitely something." He leaned back, debating how much to say.

 

"Mostly it's just... fixing up the ship, or stopping V from taking out another one of you guys, that sort of thing." His attempt at casual humor fell flat, but you nodded encouragingly.

 

"It can be tense though," N continued more seriously. "When intruders show up, lives get put at risk. The pressure to terminate threats efficiently, without fail...it's a lot." He took on a faraway, troubled look.

 

Fizzling out, N sighed softly. "Truth is... I'm not just some cold killer bot, you know? I care about protecting this place and keeping everyone safe. Including..." His gaze met yours shyly. "Including you."

 

 

Gently, you reached out to take his hand in yours. N jumped slightly at the contact but didn't pull away. "I know you care, you dork. You wouldn't keep risking your wiring to walk me home otherwise."

 

"Well, uh, it's just standard procedure! Gotta look out for...others and all that ha—ha…”

 

You chuckled. "Sure thing. We both know you just looovee my charming personality." Squeezing his hand reassuringly, you leaned in until your faces nearly touched.

 

"Listen N. Killing isn't all you are; it's what you have to.. Uh do.. And I like who you are—awkward jokes and all."

 

You gently lifted a hand to cup his cheek. N hitched at the contact, but he didn't pull away, instead leaning into your palm with a soft sigh. Gathering courage, you pressed a kiss to the cold metal.

 

When you drew back, N's smile could have powered the whole facility.

 

N's cheek plates flushed a deeper yellow as he leaned into your palm, still processing what just happened.

 

"I, uh...wow." Was all he could manage at first, a flustered chuckle escaping him. You smiled fondly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

 

"Are...are you sure about this?" He looked at you. "I mean, me? Really?"

 

"N, relax." You said softly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles in a soothing rhythm.

"R-right, sorry. I just... care about you. A lot." His gaze became unusually intense.

 

Your core swelled at his words. Leaning close once more, you pressed your forehead to his with a murmur. “Stay for tonight?”

 

Eyes closed, he nuzzled gently into the embrace. "Y-yeah. I can um.." he swallowed before he continued, “do that..yeah”

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[mrchiipchrome]

Misophonia

W.C.- 2.7k

Happy birthday to meeeeee

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It was no secret in the world of women’s football that you and Kyra Cooney-Cross were everyone’s unofficial little sisters. The younger of the two, you, had been moved up from the Arsenal academy at the same time that Kyra joined, and the unfamiliarity of the new team that you were suddenly thrown into made you two bond fast. Really fast.

Within 5 minutes of meeting the other, you had managed to plan at least 4 pranks to perform on the girls. Through Kyra, you also became much closer to the aussies of the team, just a sort of natural consequence of hanging around the Aussie all day. She was like your older, but just as mature as you, sister.

By month 3 of knowing each other, you and Kyra had managed to find every single button to press to make the other go completely mad. For Kyra, the main thing that set her off was when you tapped your feet against the floor repeatedly. For you it was whenever anyone made any type of noise with their mouths, with the obvious exception of speaking.

It just made you so irrationally mad, especially when someone was chewing all up in your ear, the sound so revolting that you often shouted for them to get away. Most of the team had learned their lessons already and knew not to even try to chew loudly near you, as you’d put your headphones on and ignore them for most of the day.

Kyra however, being the annoying little shit (lovingly) that she was, continued to do it every single second that she could, her favourite being when she knew that you couldn’t do anything about it, like in meetings.

She’d sit in the seat right behind you, leaning her head forward so that her chin would rest against your shoulder, and start to snack loudly on a granola bar or smacking her gum. The only thing you could do was sit there and take it, clenching your fist and wondering what it was you’d send in the text to Mini later that evening.

When Kyra would get told off by her team mom later that night she always looked at you, moving her thumb over her throat, telling you that you were dead.

But yet she kept on doing it, and you kept on telling Mini, it happened so often in fact that you too created a special bond with the older woman, her becoming a somewhat mother to you too. You always joined in on their facetime calls, Harper greatly appreciating you too.

Mini liked that Kyra had someone to goof around with at Arsenal, even if it did happen to be a 16 year old kid.

And as much as you liked and worked well with Kyra, not a single adult at Arsenal thought it was a good idea for you two to live with each other, no matter how much you begged and pleaded with them. Instead you were sent to live with Beth and Viv, whilst Kyra got her own apartment. That didn’t stop you from having sleepovers once a week however.

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Kyra breathing loudly directly beside your ear is the first thing you notice as you wake up from your nap in the community room at Arsenal, all groggy and confused, yet already annoyed by the girl’s incessant need to irritate you.

“Man, get the fuck out my ear!” Your voice is all scratchy and deep as you shout at the other girl, annoyance at her actions showing clearly on your face. More than a few heads snap up to look in your direction, quickly looking away when they notice the situation you find yourself in, many of them already knowing what the Aussie was doing.

“Awe is wittle baby Y/n a bit cranky from their nap?” Kyra antagonizes, trying to fuel the fire that was sure to start if she continued.

“You do remember that I know where you live? I can easily smother you in your sleep.” The girl’s knew to separate the two of you when the threats started flying, knowing that it could end with you two on the floor, wrestling or trying to strangle the other.

Alessia put her arm around a smiling Kyra’s waist, pulling her away from you even as she continued to breathe loudly, annoying you all the way from across the room. Viv sat down next to you on the bean bag, looking slightly irritated at your little outburst. She knew it wasn’t really your fault, but you’d been working with her on how to regulate your feelings.

“Y/n, we don’t threaten our friends, even when they’re being annoying. How about you go and apologise to Kyra and we’ll go get you some ice cream?” The dutchie was one of your many adoptive mothers in the squad, one of the more prominent ones as she knew exactly the pressure put on you as a young superstar in the making. She just wanted to help, often doing so by coming over with dinner for you and Kyra when you have your sleepovers, making sure that you didn’t trash your diets too much.

Looking down to the floor as you walk over to the older girl, she smiles at you mischievously like she knew exactly what it was you were doing. She knew that you’d been forced by your mom to apologize to her and she was enjoying the process of you going through all the stages of grief before getting to her.

Looking her in the eye, she sees the playful hate in your gaze, she already knew that you didn’t hate her but instead having to apologize for something that she caused.

“I’m sorry Kyra” Lowering your voice, she sees you look down at her in amusement. “I hope you know that I’m only doing this for the ice cream.” The Australian gasps in mock shock at your statement, but mostly at the fact that you’re allowed to get ice cream when she isn’t.

“VIV?! Why is Y/n getting ice cream and not me?” She catches the attention of the entire team with her bold accusation, most if not all of them rolling their eyes at her actions.

“Because Y/n doesn’t start fights, and she’s apologizing for threatening you.” Viv joins the others in rolling their eyes, taking hold of your shoulders as you make your way over to her, pulling you into a side hug.

With your backs to the young Aussie, neither of you notice the way she’s rushing towards you two, ready to absolutely throw herself onto you. She comes in with an awkward angle, her legs wrapping around both you and Vic’s waists, her arms locking around your necks, nearly choking you both out. Her head slots into the space between you and Viv’s heads.

Luckily enough for every Arsenal women’s fan ever, there’s a photographer there to capture the looks of absolute horror on you and the Dutch woman’s face and the unignorable grin on the Australian’s.

“Kyra Cooney-Cross get off right this second or I swear to god I will contact Katrina personally.” Viv comes off more than a little threatening, her voice deadly calm as she speaks to the younger girl. Kyra frowns playfully and slides down you and Viv’s excessively tall bodies, her feet touching the floor after a few seconds.

“What do they feed you dutchies? You need to stop being so tall, it’s annoying.” The short girl looks at you angrily when you pat her head like she was some sort of dog, waiting for a treat. She slaps your hand away when it comes down to pet her again and the only response she gets is a shrug from you as Viv drags you away to her car.

Only minutes later Kyra’s phone pings with a notification from instagram, seeing the ‘yourinstagram tagged you in a post’ had her stressing out. When she looked at the story you had tagged her in, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes, it was a selfie of you and Viv with ice creams in your hands, you with the biggest smile ever on your face and Viv looking slightly fed up with you.

The caption you’d typed out was ‘revenge is best served cold, right @/kyracooneyx’, she reposted your story to her own, typing out a simple ‘I hate you’. But with your quick thinking and amazing humor, you quickly reply with your own story, a caption reading ‘tell that to the ice cream you didn’t get’.

Kyra couldn’t even lie and say that it wasn’t funny, the little giggle she let out an indicator of how she enjoyed the little back and forth.

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Everyone in the team agreed that the decision to put you and Kyra in the same car on the road-trip across the country was a bad idea. They knew that it would be torture, Kyra would chew in your ear, or simply just breathe loudly next to you, making you really fucking irritated. You would constantly touch her, poking at her like you weren’t afraid of losing your fingers.

The unfortunate person having to sit next to you and Kyra during the entire ride this time was none other than Alessia Russo, someone who really just wanted to sleep the entire 8 hour ride and skip your bullshit, obviously that didn’t happen.

“WHO LET KYRA HAVE SNACKS? I’m going to kill you.” Alessia sat to your left, rubbing her temples at the already growing headache, Kyra sat to your right, a sucker in her mouth and three loud crinkly bags of crisps in her lap. You were in the middle seat, a frankly uncomfortable seat seeing as you were the tallest in the entire car, knees bent inwards trying to fit your long legs between the seats.

“Yeah, Viv did you not ban snacks so that this wouldn’t happen?” Beth questions the forward, who meets Kyra’s guilty gaze in the rearview mirror, looking at her sternly. Viv sighs like she knew it would happen before reaching her hand back and asking for Kyra’s snacks. When she begrudgingly hands them over, you look at her with a huge grin on your face.

“Thank you pa, you’re my hero, saving me from the evil supervillain ready to chew in my ear.” Viv gets a little embarrassed and emotional at you calling her pa, the Dutch name for father you had nicknamed her was something you only called her in private.

“Aww Vivi, did you get a bit embarrassed?” Beth teases her girlfriend gently, tugging lightly at her dark red cheek. It was lucky you’d stopped at a red light, otherwise Viv would’ve probably crashed the car.

All of a sudden, when you’re distracted by Beth and Viv interacting, you hear a couple of loud chews of what sounds like at least 6 sticks of gum. The way you recoil is almost instant, throwing your body into Alessia’s open arms, the woman glaring at Kyra for doing that, AGAIN. Alessia liked cuddling you though so it wasn’t all that bad.

She definitely can’t complain when you fall asleep in less than 5 minutes either, though having to give Kyra a stare down as she tried to tickle your sides definitely wasn’t a highlight of her day.

Within 25 minutes of your departure from the training grounds, Kyra was already complaining about needing to pee, only answering with a shrug and a simple ‘I didn’t need to go then’ when asked why she didn’t go at home.

Viv sighs as she stops at the gas station in the middle of nowhere, Alessia waking you up so that you too could go to the toilet.

“Oh for fucks sake Kyra, you don’t need all that candy. I swear I’m more of an adult than you are.” You told the Australian girl as you came into the gas station, moving towards the bathroom. It looked like you could get every STD possible from simply being in there.

When you exited it was with a grossed out expression, that was until you spotted the slushy machines lined up against the wall. You lit up like a child on christmas morning when you spotted it, quickly filling a cup whilst you commanded her to get you a sprite, the cashier taking a quick peek at you bouncing up and down in anticipation of your drink.

After you paid, you instructed Kyra to pour about half the sprite into the slushy cup, letting her taste it after she’d promised on her mothers life not to make any sound.

“That’s delicious, where did you learn to do that?” She questions you, moving to buy her own slushy and sprite.

“I don’t know, I just did it once and it tasted great. Now you better hurry up because I think Viv is going to kill us if we’re not in the car soon.” With that, Kyra hurries up.

You’re both in the car in record time, all the actual adults in the car’s eyes widening at the half full slushy glasses in your hands.

Only a few minutes later, both you and Kyra are in full on sugar rush mode, singing along with the song on the radio loudly, swaying in your seats as you pretend you’re on the big stage somewhere. They’re all pleasantly surprised when you belt out the riff to Keyshia Cole’s Love, it being legitimately good.

As were Alessia’s instagram followers, the girl posting a video of you singing like you’d just had your heart broken, well that was until you were interrupted by Kyra snacking loudly right next to your ear.

“LOOOOOOVE NEVER KNEW WHAT I WAS MISS- KYRA GET THE FUCK OUT MY EAR.” She does look a little sheepish as she does it this time, pretty clearly not even registering that she was chewing with her mouth open.

Though she doesn’t stay sheepish for long, just like you don’t stay mad for long, because ‘I want it that way’ by the backstreet boys suddenly came on the radio, and that was always you and Kyra’s karaoke song.

It only took you a few more songs for the sugar crash to hit, you and Kyra suddenly going from duetting on songs to snoring loudly in the backseat.

Luckily enough for everyone in the car you managed to stay asleep through the whole ride, only waking up a few times to tell Kyra to ‘get the fuck out my ear’.

Literally everyone is confused when you turn up to the camping site, half asleep and clinging to Kyra tightly, Beth soon taking you from the younger girl so that she could start helping to set up the tents.

“They didn’t cause too much trouble, did they? I know how they can be.” Kim comes up to stand beside Beth, who shakes her head diligently.

“No, they slept most of the ride, they were both drinking some slushy and then had a sugar crash after singing for half an hour.” Beth smiles at you tenderly, the motherly affection clearly something she’d picked up from her own mother.

“Aw well that’s good then.” Kim says quietly, noticing you drooling slightly with your eyes half open, looking like those orange cats you always showed her.

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“Kyra if you don’t get the fuck out my ear I will kill you.” It wasn’t even her fault that she was sniffly, she’d caught something from Harper at camp and when you asked if you could come over for your sleepover, she didn’t hesitate.

She looked at you sadly, like she was heartbroken by your insensitive words. It makes you sad to see her like that, so you quickly bring her into your arms, asking for forgiveness.

“I’m so sorry Ky Ky, how about I make you some soup yk feel better?” She nodded wholeheartedly at your words, sitting on the counter as you made your famous soup.

And even though you had to keep yourself from being angry at her every single second, you wouldn’t trade being at Kyra’s home cooking for her for anything.

[ennabear]

hiya!!

okay hear me out .. subby vika fic .. HOLDUP THOUGH.. this is a wittle 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 for me 😞😞 sorta nsfw yapfest i made for this request because im bad at explaining nsfw asks (ФωФ)

uhhh okay wait so like.. that 'frigged into submission' prompt that writers like to use for dom characters but like on sev?? If that makes sense?? augh thus is awkward to type out (・・;)

LISTEN WAIT HEAR ME OUT .. having Sevika go into subspace for the first time .. but like .. she doesnt notice .. and its all done consensually ofc ofc but like its a role switch and shes too into it to actually care ebcaus3 like .. UGGHH I DONT KNOW I NEED SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF HER (@￣□￣@;)！！

i need her so bad omg shes so baby?? look at her?? bottom!sevika? i need to be sedated

(as always if this makes u uncomftorable feel free to ignore/change the fic into whatever u want it to be ^_^ its all good bb)

buhbye!!!

–🃏🌀⭐️

HAIIII NONNIE THANKS FOR THE REQUEST HEHE 🤎 bottom sevika is my lifeblood omg u know me so well… sorry this is short but i hope you enjoy anyways!!!

it’s not unusual that sevika bottoms, in fact, it’s become regular for the two of you. sevika spreads her legs wide for you nearly every night, arching her back so you can hit her sweet spot perfectly. she’ll bark orders at you, bossing you around until she’s too tired to take anymore, and then she’ll help you clean up before falling asleep on top of you. you can’t get enough of it.

sex with sevika is everything you love— she’s scary and bossy, you get to have her throw you around until she’s had her fill of you, and she’s so fucking adorable when she cums. her demands cease for a minute or two, replaced by sweet praises and words of appreciation. her thick, muscular thighs close around you as tightly as they can, making you certain you could die happily between them. there’s really nothing more you could ask for.

tonight is no different, she’s laying flat on the bed with your head in between her legs, yelling commands down at you while she grips the sheets as hard as she can. you wouldn’t trade it for the world, she tastes better than heaven, and the groans and grunts she’s howling are like music to your ears. you peek up at her as you wrap your lips around her throbbing clit, and she cums with a squeak as soon as your darkened eyes meet hers.

her orgasm catches her off guard, she didn’t feel it building up yet. so she gasps and writhes and bites her bottom lip until it nearly bleeds. you grin into her cunt as she soaks you in her cum, just happy to pleasure your sweet girlfriend. after a few seconds of letting her cool down, you await her next command with a few butterflies in your stomach.

but she doesn’t instantly pull you into a new position, instead she continues to twitch and vacantly blink up at the ceiling. “sev?” you ask cautiously. “do you wanna keep going?”

she stares at you with wide, sliver eyes and nods almost as if she’s unsure. you giggle at her, reaching out to cup her face in your hands and trace over her scars. “are you alright?”

“y-yeah…” she manages to choke out, voice shaking as she says it. her nose nuzzles against your cheek, a silent sign of affection. you lean back and kiss the bridge of her nose before asking “are you sure? do you just want me to take care of you?”

she seems to light up at this, finally getting to turn her brain off and let the pleasure take over. you giggle again when she nods enthusiastically, and you reach down to shove a few fingers inside of her. the whimpers and whines you pull out of her now sound different than the way they did before, almost quieter and more shy.

her brain practically melts and leaks out of her sopping cunt as you continue to plug her up with your fingers, and her body is now limp compared to the way she held herself steady earlier. this time, she grabs your free hand when she cums, cold metal fingers interlocking with yours as her jaw falls open at the pleasure coursing through her veins. you almost completely crush her as she yanks you forward when the afterglow of her umpteenth orgasm dies down, and you almost cry when she rubs her hands over your back as a silent thank you, sleepily holding you close before you force her to get cleaned up in a few minutes.

[noneorother]

The art director & the Good Omens book cover tier list of doom, part 1

part 1 l part 2

This is going to have to be a multi-part series because there are *checks notes* 64 different covers that I've found so far.

I am your resident Art Director/Good Omens enthusiast, and welcome to my completely meta-free book cover tier list. Listen, making a book cover is HARD. I should know. But while we salute these artists for their hard work and time, I think we can all admit that once in a while, the vision is just not on. And on very rare occasions, publishers seemed to have managed to commission the cover art directly from hell... 1. The original UK cover

Ahh, the standard by which all shall be judged. We're starting off with a nice & easy cover, with adorable woodcuts of Aziraphale and Crowley flanking a custom Good Omens font! While I have to take a few points off for the terrible kerning of the word "GoOD", the blockprint vibes and general bitchiness of Aziraphale's teeny weeny wittle face, along with the sick colour palette puts the orignial in my good graces. Tier: Great

2. The duelling US covers

Progress! Hail to the designer who figured out trying to make "GoOD" and "OMeNs" fit the same width was a fool's errand, and even managed to IMPROVE on the original handmade title by adding a little halo and devil's tale to the design. Aziraphale and Crowley are facing each other, while also managing to serve absolute cunt. Aziraphale is wearing EIGHTIES SNEAKERS. Crowley's little snake boots have HEELS. They've managed to keep the woodcut vibes and colour simplicity, while balancing out the full title of the book. Both authors get to trade off on who's name comes first! Dare I say, this is a work of genius. I could dock some points for Crowley's sad bat wings growing out of his right clavicle, but who am I to question greatness.

Tier: Blessed by God Herself

3. The Halo Master Chief(?) cover

How the mighty have fallen... As a Canadian child, I was subjected to maybe the most horrifying ad in existence by the War Amps warning children about machine safety. This cover is the paper embodiment of that ad. I am confused by the purple haze. I am frightened by the seeming ethereal flatness of Adam and Dog. I am strangely aroused by Aziraphale's eyebrows, and intensely saddened by the terrible outline/drop shadow they had to inflict on the type to fit "Pratchett" in that god awful space. Tier: WTF

4. Germany, Ein Gutes Omen covers

This cover inexplicably exists in two colour ways: red and teal. I put the audiobook cover here so you could experience the full illustration, and also how fucked up it is that they cropped the book version to include three horse-people of the apocalypse, but cut off DEATH on the regular cover. Points must be given for drawing a pretty slick Bentley, but I think we have to take even more points away for turning Crowley into a Ray Charles/Mike Wazowski hybrid. The ducks are nice. Tier: Not so Good (Omens)

5. Germany, Ein Gutes Omen covers continued

I don't know if the German designer of this cover *knew* that they were using western yeehaw cowboy woodblock letters when they made this cover, but judging by how they spaced the rest of the text at the bottom, THEY DID NOT CARE. And that seems to be a running theme for this one. We get kind of a duality thing going on with the black and pink background, but it just seems like somebody whispered the general themes of Good Omens into a jar, and threw it down a well, and this poor chap came along and picked it up. The baffling choice to align every piece of text on the cover *except* Neil Gaiman's name which is right aligned and rotated 90 degrees (not even real vertical type) will haunt my dreams, I think.

Tier: Bad

6. US, UK The Traffic Jam cover

For the love of Good Omens, WHY. I can think of so many more interesting symbols to put on the cover of this book than the ODEGRA SIGIL TRAFFIC JAM. Props for keeping the good colours and type, but like, I think this cover was secretly designed by @amtrak-official, or someone who just really, really likes public works. Tier: Does the Job

7. France, De bons présages cover

Leave it to France to make sure people know that Aziraphale and Crowley fuck severely. While I can't condone leaving out half the title of the book (and thinking a red carpenter's square counts as decoration), I can begrudgingly acknowledge that Ron Pearlman and Benedict Cumberbatch's love child is excellent Crowley casting. I think I give this a solid dark academia/10. Tier: Good (Omens)

8. France, De bons présages covers continued

Just imagine with me, if you will, the absolutely hilarious reality that this cover posits: Good Omens is exactly the same in every respect, but Crowley drives a pink 1950s convertible. Why do all of the colours on this cover look like they've been pre-digested? Why are the font choices and placement so bafflingly bad. My face is the demon's face holding that car. I feel his pain.

Tier: WTF

9. France, De bons présages covers continued

Minus points for not managing to write the full title of the book once again. I don't know what it is with the French. They seem pretty set on Good Omens being demonic. While I do appreciate a good Bosch-style demon party, the dude in the middle confounds me. All-caps Museo Sans that isn't even *centred* in the frame is just so lazy. I am le tired. Tier: Bad

10. France, De bons présages covers continued

Uhh. The font. The font is okay.... I think? Yeah. The font and kerning are. Okay. OHHH GOD I LOOKED DOWN BELOW THE TEXT WHYYYY. Tier: WTF

END of round one. I need a nap.

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[starburr]

I find it interesting that all the High Guard members are flight capable, not one of them that can be noticed is any more specialized design-wise . Probably because they were once part of the general populace of Cybertron, which an abundance of them are capable of flying through the skies and cityscapes of Iacon. Its only ever the Miner bots getting cogs (the main quartet included) that get ground based vehicle forms at least based on the majority of the Autobots at the end of the film. Most of the seeker body type bots if I recall correctly, aren't even called seekers. Not sure if intentional but it further validates they were originally normal citizens before joining up essentially with what was The 13 Primes' air force.

Another interesting thing to note is that Sentinel never transforms throughout the entirety of the film despite priding himself on taking Megatronus Prime's t-cog, although that's more brought up later as a means to wittle away at D-16. It speaks volumes about his character, already decoed in royal blue and gold and doesn't transform. The defining feature of their species. It's telling you he's a pompous ass who prioritizes self-image over practicality (see his reasons for betrayal and how he manages Cybertron that reflects that point).

Speaking of Primes and character, I do hope that they keep Orion's personality through the sequels, especially with his struggles of leadership and trying to reason with what little of D-16 might be left in Megatron. He still obviously cares about him, his trembling lip at the end, the fact he only exiled him instead of killing him like Sentinel. Its tragic. Self-indulgent but I still think he should be allowed to be silly now that there's 3 billion or so years of interplanetary war ahead.

[blurrymango]

HE IS THE CUTEST LITTLE PRINCESS!!!! HAVE YOU SEEN HIM? HE IS THE MOST CUTE LITTLE PRINCESS EVER.

And Flug is the second most cutest little princess.

Both of them are the most special little princesses ever in the whole wide world my sweet little darling boys. I will not be dying on this hill, I will be killing. Because I'm right I'm correct and telling me otherwise is just plain idiocy.

"do you infantilize your blorbo" well hes just a cute little princess to me.....

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Oki Oki, I know I got other projects, I'm still working on my boyfriend scenarios and I'm getting a second parter to one of my stories ONTOP of a yandere story from fnaf fandom soooo ya girls workin workinnnn BUT LLOYD MY BELOVED KEEPS SNEAKIN' BACK INNNN I can get through this tho I promise I don't have a problem!! But I hope you guys love this I did and there's a wittle spicy spicy towards the end soooo tell me how I did and how I can improve... ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

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You walk around the ball room in your long sparkling gown, the color matching the theme of the room. Music plays along to your slow stride as you look around bored bowing your head to new guests as you continue your way to any type of entertainment.

You were of age to find a suitor and your father was holding a party just for that, much to your disputes it was set in stone. Being the daughter of the Overlord you had to learn to hush and go with your fathers’ schemes, being his only heir as your mother’s unfortunate passing at the age of five you became a puppet on his strings. Too dull to fight against him and his cruel ways, however, you kept your mother’s heart. Being kind to your maids and butlers, showing generous acts to your citizens away from your fathers’ eyes. You enjoyed giving to your subjects promising to the day of your father’s death bed that you would turn this kingdom into your mother’s image. 

You just had to get through each day and not slowly lose your sanity.

You sigh as the fifth guy comes your way grabbing your hand much to your annoyance, “my aren’t you gorgeous~” the man kisses your gloved knuckle as you huff a forced smile. “Thank you that’s very kind of you” the man seemed to enjoy that as he continues to speak much to your displeasure.

“I am prince Shade of the Shadow kingdom it is a pleasure to meet you princess” you hum as you keep up formalities trying to you look for an escape. “Oh yes, the pleasures all mine, now excuse me I have to attend to some things, please enjoy the party!!” you spoke quickly twisting your hand away from him as you rush out.

Prince Shade calls for you, but you keep going, running out and closing the door behind you.

You take a deep breath, the sound of muffled music behind you had you sigh with relief. 

You walk down the dark hallway, large windows being the only light as the moon shines. Your heals clack down the hall as you reach further down towards the garden doors to your quiet place, you open the doors as you slip your shoes off, feeling relaxed as your feet didn’t ache anymore from the uncomfortable shoes. 

You follow the bricked path as you drag your fingers over each flower you passed, feeling its soft petals kiss the tips of your fingers making it to the center of your mother’s garden. Looking up the moon shined so pretty tonight, the glow in your eyes starts to gloss over as you finally felt safe to let out your emotions. 

“I’m surprised to see you out here.” you gasp looking to the voice that broke your safety net, you glare at the guy in front of you.

“Are you lost?” you cock your head getting a good look at the guy, he looked to be your age. You knew every guest coming to your party, but him. You couldn’t place a finger on.

“Are you? There’s a party happening for you in your honor and you’re missing it” you huff, who was this guy, “my affairs are none of your business now, go enjoy the party” you wave him off as you walk out the garden the boy following you. 

“I apologize for offending you… I’m not used to parties” the boy chuckles awkwardly as he scratches the back of his head looking down at you.

“I can tell.” You look away still walking, 

“But you did look bored, I can’t blame you though, no offense but this party is a drag...” the guy looks around at the many paintings for your family, seeing a childhood painting of you and your mother smiling made him smile. 

“Then why are you here?” you questioned, “no choice, was dragged here I’m at the age of marriage and take on my father’s place” the guy shoves his hands in his pocket shrugging seeming a bored at the idea as you. You look at the guy and raise a brow, “what’s your name?” the boy stops and grins, “wouldn’t you like to know~” the boy sticks out his tongue and walks away, you blush at the armature answer. 

“H-hey! Get back here!” you race after the boy as he starts running down the halls away from you laughing, the dress you were wearing was not made for running. But the beat of your heart didn’t want you to stop as the boy turns the corner, you chase after him as you catch him, 

“Ah-hah-mmph?!” the boy grabs you and covers your mouth you look up about to kick him when he points to a guard. You instantly stop as you both remain quiet; they mutter something about being their imagination as they walk away. 

Your back was pinned against the guy’s chest, you were so close that you could hear the racing of his heart. You try and calm the blush in your cheeks as you look down at the hand covering your mouth.

You’ve never been so close to a boy before; it made your stomach do flips and your heart flutter at the same time.

He smelled like pine needles and very small hint of rosemary.

You hear the guy sigh in relief that you both didn’t get caught, but then he starts to laugh, you jump at his playfulness as you push yourself away from his hold. “What is your problem?!” you jab a finger into his chest, he only laughs as he doubles over trying to catch his breath. “s-sorry, but the way you were running, haha-you looked like a toddler, haha!” you blush as you watch the guy continue, “h-hush, running in this is difficult!” you hiss, but after a while his laugh becomes contagious as you laugh along with him recalling how awkwardly you were running.

“Was I truly that bad?” you giggle covering your mouth, “you were hilarious!” the boy and you continue laughing that it hurt you hold on to his shoulder for support as you shake your head.

You finally calm down as you look up to the boy who had his hand out, you stare at it for a moment before placing you gloved hand in his. “The names Lloyd of the dragon kingdom” you pause as Lloyd shakes your hand, “your father is Lord Garmadon, h-he has a son?!” you spoke in disbelief as Lloyd chuckles. 

“Yep, I was kept a secret for protection, but now I’m older and know a few moves and got knights watching my every move. Which is why I walked out from the party” you hum thinking the guard you saw must have been one of Lloyd’s knights. “I understand, the party was too stuffy for me, I was getting an ache in my back every time I had to bow.” Lloyd laughs at your joke as you blush, feeling something fuzzy in your chest liking how Lloyd laughed at your humor. 

“That I can agree on” Lloyd looks for a clearing as he grabs your hand leading you back to the party, “you got good music playing though, would you like to dance?” Lloyd looks back at you waiting for an answer as he still had his hand in yours. Your voice was gone as your lips parted like a fish trying to find the words Lloyd smiles tilting his head as you watched his hair follow.

Before you could answer the doors swing open, to reveal a boy a bit older than you in red armor. “Hey, there you are, you had us chasing you around.” The boy spoke in irritation as Lloyd scratches the back of his head chuckling, “just went to get some air Kai.” 

“yea yea whatever.” Kai looks to you then stands straight not expecting to see the Overlords daughter, “pr-princess.” Kai bows as he takes Lloyd’s wrist forcing him to let go of you as his knight drags him back to his group,

“I’ll see you on the dance floor” Lloyd calls as he was dragged away, you stare back at him as he reunites with his family Garmadon scolding his son for running off as Lloyd just looks anywhere but the old man’s face.

You knew where he got his looks from now, Lloyd follows to your gaze and waves to you getting slugged in the head from his father earning back the boy’s attention as they squabble. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you look to their dynamic you could tell there was love in Lloyd’s life with caring knights and father. You wished for that as well, 

“(y/n).” a deep voice rung through your ears as you jump your father at your side with crossed arms, “I have been searching for you, how dare you waste everyone’s time with your absence.” He snaps as you look down a quiet apology escapes your lips. “Go for the next event and don’t disappear this time or I’ll burn that wretched garden down.” Your father seethed, you look up and frantically nod as you raced to the circle where prince and princesses danced, you took the hand of a guy and begin to dance pushing in and out to each other following the beat of the music he twirls you to the next person as the music continues. 

You look away for a second to see Lloyd twirl a girl in his arms his eyes looking to you with a smile, you blush as you were two people away, the anticipation in your heart made your hands sweat. Before getting to the next person, you take off your gloves feeling them grow damp, the guy seemed to notice as he grimaced making you self-conscious. You try and fit your glove back on, trying to keep on beat. You could feel your fathers’ eyes burn the back of your head making you even more nervous.

Without realizing it you bump into Lloyd’s chest you gasp as he takes your hands, and smiles, you feel your tense body settle.

He twirls you but he doesn’t let you go, making you blush, he brings you closer to his body you felt warm, dare even say safe.

As the song comes to an end you both bow putting a close to the dance. Lloyd looks up as he lifts his body before yours, he brings your bare hand up to his lips and places a quick kiss on to it.

You felt your face and heart explode as you swoon, a smile on your face as you lift your body. 

“Ll-“ 

“Enough!” you jump at your father’s cold voice, he stands from his chair as he stomps your way, Lloyd scowls as he puts you behind him making you even more nervous. His knights were quick though as four of them came in front to protect Lloyd, “Get away from her, your kind isn’t worthy of sharing my heir!” your father points to Lloyd as he just glares at your dad. “she’s not some object, she can make her own choices.” Lloyd rebuttals seeing your father glower made your hands shake.

“This doesn’t concern you boy.” “he’s right Dark Lord, I thought you were looking for a suitor?” Lloyd’s father came in now on common grounds with you father, “not with darkness like you, you’d just take what’s mine” “It wouldn’t be much of a surprise” Lloyd’s father snaps back his red eyes showing a challenging glint similar to Lloyd’s making your father red in the face,

“All of you out, get out before I do something rash, I never want to see you in my presence ever again” your father hissed pointing to Lloyd as the guests flood out the room not in the right of power to challenge your father.

Lloyd was pushed by his knights much to his reluctance staring back at you. you couldn’t help but try to reach for him as your maids come and usher you to your room. Being forbidden by your raging father to have guards on the lookout for any presence of dragon citizens as none were welcomed into the kingdom. 

…

It’s been days since your fathers’ outbursts, sitting in your room you refuse to leave and face him. As he was the reason for another good thing leaving your life, you sit with your legs close to your chest as you look down at your feet. Your maids becoming concern as you refused another plate, you then hear a clack against your railing then a caw of a bird?

Looking up you see a falcon flapping its wings as it had a letter in its talons you jump up to the bird and gently unwrap the letter.

You look at it instantly peeling off the wax to see what was inside, it was from Lloyd! You gasp as you look at the bird seeing that it was still there tilting its head you smile as you read through the letter.

Your smile only grows wider as you push the letter against your chest as if wanting to absorb the words, the bird looks ready to leave until you spoke, 

“w-wait! Can you deliver something for me to prince Lloyd!” you desperately try and find a piece of paper and pen in your desk drawer.

The bird watches you race around getting the proper materials as your write frantically, pausing only to think of what to say next. Once you finished you seal it with wax blowing on it to have it dry a bit faster, “h-here, please make sure this makes it to Lloyd, oki?” the bird flutters its wings as you wave to the bird hoping it a safe flight.

A few days later it returns with another letter, and that’s how communication with you and prince Lloyd went.

Back and forth letters by bird or occasionally from the red knight who would risk his life to deliver letters, you never felt so excited to receive your next letter as you always had one ready to deliver back. 

But what truly made your heart skip was when you saw Lloyd sneak into your room through your balcony, it was once a month visits as you both would catch up or lay on your bed together talking about recent things or let out stressful occurrences.

Each day made you wish for the next, as you slide the box from under your bed and lift the lid to find all of Lloyd’s letters. Reading them each day, telling you how beautiful you are, and how your laugh was the most addicting sound to him, or how he wishes to be next to you every night and hold you.

You never felt so loved.

…

Lloyd’s father was getting sicker with every passing moment, violent urges raced through his actions and orders,

Cruel punishments stack upon the daily and his subjects trapped in their own capital unable to escape their homes feeling like prisoners under the shadow of lord Garmadon, there once beloved king now a heinous overlord. 

“I can’t take it anymore, lord Garmadon has to be stopped!”

“But we’re powerless under him.”

“We have a duty to protect the hierarchy.”

“My protection ends when my family can’t even leave their house.”

“Enough, you are knights, we can find a way.”

General Wu, now ex as his brother had striped him of that title for his defiance in slaying neighboring kingdoms hushed the knights frantic try for solutions.

“Well do you have anything?” the hot-headed knight knits his brow at his general strokes his beard combing for answers. He hums as if having a thought that might lead to a solution.

“General, what do you have in mind?” the nindroid queries as he tilts his head walking to his mentor.

Wu grabs his cane and walks over to a shelf, moving bottles filled with different herbs and tea leaves to retrieve a map.

“We must leave.” The knights gasp,

“What?”

“For real?”

“But we’ll be leaving our families, our citizens we swore to protect.”

Wu holds up a hand, “I understand that, however knights, we do not have much of a choice, we have a prophecy to protect, if Lloyd stays here any longer, I fear that the influence of his father might corrupt him.” The general unrolls the map and points to a small island, “we will stay here, hidden in the shadows, we will come to help when needed but we use this time to train Lloyd and harness his powers to defeat his father.”

“The fight between good and evil is the only way to eradicate the venom inside my brother and retrieve the king that we once knew.”

“But what about queen Misako, she’ll be all alone.” Cole frowns,

“I can handle myself” the boys turn to the queens sadden but determined face. “General Wu is right; Lloyd and his father are so much alike. I hate to admit it, but evil is coursed through my sons’ veins. But I know there is good in him, please knights, train my son to defeat his father, I want my husband back. The books I have read give me nothing. I fear for the day when I watch the two people that I love so much fight. But I know there is no other way” Misako lowers her head as she pleads for the knights to take on the challenge.

Zane was the first to lower his head, followed by the rest. “We will do our best” Misako smiles to the boys, “Thank you.”

“Then it is settled, we leave tomorrow night gather your things and meet back here.”

“woah woah wait, what about Lloyd, what if he doesn’t want to come?” Jay interjects, Kai looks away, “we’ll just have to force him.” Misako shakes her head, “no, we must convince him, I’m sure he will be willing to” however Kai looks knowing well and good that leading a love struck prince away from his princess will be much harder than it will be.

“It won’t be easy” Kai sighs dragging a hand down his face. “Why do you say that?” Misako squints as if trying to read Kai, “Because your son is in love with the enemy.” …

Lloyd sits on his desk the moon shines on your letter as his own personal lamp, he reads over your words repeatedly. He smiles as he grabs a sheet of paper and pen to write down another letter for you, thinking of ways of how to convince Kai to deliver it to you.

‘knock’ ‘knock’

“Come in” 

Lloyd doesn’t move his eyes away from the paper as he writes from his heart in fear if he stopped, he’d forget what he wanted to say.

“Hey lover boy” it was Kai, Lloyd snorts at him as he got out a sentence before putting the pen down.

“Hello knight of fire, what brings you here?” Lloyd teases formalities as Kai rolls his eyes,

“Can’t I see my favorite prince” Kai sits back on Lloyd’s bed as he looks around the room. This isn’t gonna be easy Kai thought, 

“Hey, y’know things are getting a bit tense in the kingdom, right?” Kai was beating around the bush, trying to find angle that would make the conversation go smoothly.

“Yea, Uncle Wu and my dad aren’t as close as they used to be” Kai hums as he lets the prince continue.

“Dad is…scary now, he doesn’t feel like the same man I used to know, he’s different.”

“It’s the venom Lloyd.” “I know, but still, I fear for my people, and I fear for my kingdom, my father has gotten cruel, and I don’t want my community to fall spell under his wrath.”

“Good, so you’d be willing to do what it takes to help fix it?” 

“Y-yes! Did my mom find something?” Lloyd stands as Kai follows him, “no, your uncle did.”

“That’s great, what is it? Is it an elixir from Mystake? Or a jewel?” Kai shakes his head,

“You’ll have to fight him, Lloyd.” Lloyd looked as though he saw a ghost. “Fight. My. father? N-no I couldn’t I-“ “I know it’s messed up, but this is the only way, your uncle is talking about you in a prophecy, a prophecy that you hold the power to, you just got to unlock it. And once you do you can use that power to save your father” Kai explains slowly so that Lloyd is able to digest the information told to him. 

Lloyd takes a moment, “Alright, when is my training, where is it?” 

“We have to leave, it’s too dangerous to train here, General Wu found an island for us to stay that’s far enough from Garmadon”

“What? But (y/n)!” “Lloyd, it’s your duty to fulfill the prophecy and defeat your father” “but I can’t leave (y/n) she’s too close to my dad, he’ll hurt her!”

“Lloyd, we must, I’m sorry but you’re gonna have to forget about he-“

“Stop talking, Kai.” Lloyd spoke firm as Kai glares at him, “I’m only trying to tell you what’s what, you’re not a child anymore Lloyd, you gotta start acting like a future king.”

“But I’m not so leave me alone.”

“Lloyd!” “Kai I said leave!”

‘knock’ ‘knock’

Both Lloyd and Kai turn to the door, the door cracks open to reveal Wu and Misako,

“Mom, uncle, what are you doing here?” Lloyd was already defensive as he tries his hardest to not turn away to seem disrespectful.

But one word might just set him off.

“Lloyd, come here” his mother spoke so calmly it almost lulled Lloyd and his anger, but he turns his head ignoring his mother,

Misako sighs as she walks over to him. “Lloyd, your father is sick, he needs you. There are times at night where he is in pain. You need to go with your uncle, and you need to train under the knights to get stronger and reveal your true potential.” Misako spoke softly as she drags her soft hand down her son’s cheek, “I know leaving is hard, and leaving the ones you love is harder, but you will see her again. And when you do, you can see her on a brighter day, with her by your side.” Misako smiles at her son as he finally looks her way.

“But she’ll get hurt I can’t leave her; I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her.” Lloyd’s voice was breaking as Kai looks away not wanting to be seen a weak as he hated seeing his friend upset. He wished things were different for him. But Kai knew that this is what he had to do, “I will stay and keep watch of her” Misako smiles as her son looks back. 

“What! Mom no-“ “she is special to you, and I must stay and protect the people” Lloyd closes his eyes as he tries to come to terms with everything.

“We leave tomorrow night Lloyd, you must decide.” General Wu stares down at the floor his cane in hand, Lloyd nods as he stares down at the floor, “we will give you time.” Misako silently ushers the two out of Lloyd’s room leaving him alone with his thoughts. 

Why did he have to leave the only good thing that he felt was going for him?

Did he have to leave you?

Lloyd rushes out his window climbing down the vines as he avoids the guards, getting too good at sneaking out to visit you.

Lloyd reaches to the stables to retrieve his horse, “hey, hey!!” Lloyd hisses for his horse as it sleeps standing up. “Engine! C’mon we’re gonna go see your favorite~” That got his horse to open their eyes Lloyd smiles as he grabs the lead and leaves with him outside the gates and to your kingdom.

…

You lay sprawled on your bed, your window open as your curtains sway with the wind.

“(y/n)” you jump at attention lifting to find Lloyd sitting on your balcony rail.

“Llyod!” you race up to him grabbing his hand pulling him into your room, “hey princess~” you giggle hugging Lloyd as you nuzzle your nose into his neck.

“What are you doing here? My dad could see you” bringing him in further to your room you make no push to kick Lloyd out as you both lay on your bed. “I don’t care, the whole stone army can bust in here and I’d still lay next to you.” 

You laugh as you move closer to him, you both had started your own secret relationship a week ago having known each other for months since your party you both found yourselves unable to be apart from each other.

“Lloyd, as much as I love your secret visits, I wish we didn’t have to hide.”

“I know princess” Lloyd looks away as you notice his distance, placing a hand on his cheek you tilt your head. 

“What’s wrong?” You felt uneasy, as seeing Lloyd upset made you worry. You force his eyes to look at you, “Lloyd, what’s the matter?” you lean up Lloyd follows you as he grabs your hand lowering it down to his lap.  “I must leave, my father is getting worse by the second, my uncle feels that it is wise for me to train in hiding. I’m leaving tomorrow night.” You felt as though your world came crashing down as you stared at Lloyd unsure of how to respond. “I-I..this is so sudden, why? Isn’t there another way?” you get up from the bed pacing as you try and come up with anything to make Lloyd stay. 

“(y/n)-“

“You can’t go Lloyd, I’ll miss you too much, I already dread having to wait for your messages but now I have to wait for you to return safely to me?” Your voice cracks as you try to keep your voice from getting any higher, but you couldn’t help it.

Why were the gods being so cruel to you?

“I don’t want to leave either… But I have to save my father, I know he’s in there fighting that venom, and if I don’t go and at least try..I know I’ll hate myself forever.” Lloyd looks down defeated unable to see your glossy eyes as you try not to let your tears fall.

“Lloyd-“ you rush over to hug him pulling his body close to yours as if trying to mold yourself inside. “-I don’t want you to leave-“ “then I’ll stay.” “No.” “but (y/n)-“

“A selfish part in me wants you to stay, but the logical side is telling me to push you out and go get ready for your fight, you’re right, you need to save your father. The faster you do it the faster you can come back and marry me” tears run over your smile as you try and hold a strong look to Lloyd you slide your hands down to his. “I know you Lloyd, you’re a good man, with a heart that shines so much light it could brighten this entire region, you will make a strong king because of this, don’t let me hold you back-“

“You could never hold me back!” Lloyd rips his hands from your hold and cups your face you gasp as Lloyd dips down to kiss you, it was your first kiss, your eyes were wide as your hands were stunned unsure of where to put them.

But your body soon melts as you hum with content, wrapping your arms around Lloyd’s neck and closing your eyes deepening the kiss as you tilt your head.

Lloyd let’s go gasping for air along with you as you stare each other.

“You will never be my burden, you are the reason why I want to do this, to come back to you on a brighter day and make you, my queen. When I stop my father, I want to be by your side picking out a pretty dress and seeing you walk down the aisle” Tears come flowing down again as you try your best to keep your smile up. 

“oki, then you better come back soon, if not I’m coming for you and I’m gonna to make you marry me during your training” Lloyd laughs with you as he holds you tight. 

“It’s a promise then.”

You nod, “yes, promise me under this moon that we are under, make sure the gods can here you so they can mark the date of your arrival and marriage day.” You were firm as if in the same room with those said gods with pen and paper forcing them to sign.

Lloyd grins as he kisses you again taking your breath away,

“I promise to the moon and gods, and my soon to be bride that I will come back to marry you. I will fight my grandfather just to have the moment with you.” You giggle softly as you both sway unable to part away from each other, 

“Lloyd, I don’t wanna let go” you whisper, you felt as if you spoke any louder you truly wouldn’t let go. 

“Then don’t, keep holding me, let me stay with you tonight” you smile into his neck, “but if you do, I might do something embarrassing” you blush as you hold tightly to Lloyd’s shirt. Your heart picking up speed as Lloyd moves his hands down picking you up and placing you on your bed.

His arms trap you underneath him as he smiles down at your blushing face, “we’ll just cuddle then” Lloyd lowers his head down as he kisses your forehead, trailing down to your cheek and landing on your lips. You straddle his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. You hum as Lloyd lifts away and goes down to your neck, you felt as though the world was spinning. As Lloyd traces his teeth down your neck, he stops at a place that made a shiver run down your spine, “that night I met you at the party, I knew you were the one. Seeing you surrounded by flowers and the moon shining down on your face I had to make you mine.” His voice was gravely as he rambles on with praises running down his tongue and onto your neck as he slides his muscle up your collar bone.

You hum turning your head up to give him more room, “Lloyd…” you whisper his name making Lloyd shutter over top of you.

“Don’t do that princess, or I might not be able to stop.” The way you said his name was new, the passion that dripped from your voice onto his name made Lloyd’s heart spike.

Lloyd finally nips down on your neck making you squeak as you hold onto his shoulders, it was a dull pain but the sensitive spot on your neck tickled as Lloyd’s teeth nipped down on you. 

You gasp as a shudder leaves your mouth biting your bottom lip as Lloyd drags his hands up and down your body. You feel him suck on the spot as a high pitch whine tries to escape your closed mouth, when Lloyd was satisfied, he let’s go. His bright red eyes stare down at you, your chest rising, up and down bright red cheeks and a nervous smile plays on your lips as you finally look up at Lloyd.

You try and hide it behind your arm, but Lloyd grabs it and pins it above your head, “uh-uh, lemme look at you princess, I gotta burn this image into my head if I can’t do this to you tomorrow.” You whine as a small laugh escapes you, “You’re so…dumb” laughing as Lloyd laughs along with you. “You can’t blame me when you look so pretty under this moon… under me~” Lloyd leans down to kiss your cheek smooshing your face into your pillow giggling at his affection.

Opening your eyes again you try not to let the bad emotion cloud your good time with your lover, “I can’t stop thinking about you leaving. I wish things were different” your voice was quiet as Lloyd lays on top of you, your fingers run through his blond hair, 

“I know love, I know.” That was all he could say as he closes his eyes, 

you close your own not able to sleep you continue dragging your fingers down Lloyd’s scalp lulling him to sleep.

Thinking back on the promise he made to you and the love bite he gave you; you try your best to swallow down the lump in your throat as you let Lloyd sleep.

But your thoughts prayed for this to be a dream, for you to wake up with another letter being delivered to you by Kai from Lloyd.

However, the next morning Lloyd was gone but your bite stayed, huddling your knees close to your body to sob quietly as you hold on to the promise that Lloyd made to you under the moon and to the gods above. 

Oki I finished I'm so sorry it's long and I hope I didn't bore you guyss But I'm so glad I got this out bcs I was thinkin' thinkin' hard bruuuh Anyways, I can't thank you guys enough for liking my stuff, like I know my writing sucks and I probably jumble up so many things but I'm so glad you guys enjoy my stories enough to want others to see. I'll stop now bai bai love youuuu~ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[olderthannetfic]

During a recent tumblr tag scroll, while comparing the art of two different people, I suddenly figured why I often had issues with the transman depictions of some characters, that I never had with the cis or ambiguous portrayals. I knew it wasn't because the character is trans, it's just that I can notice a pattern without knowing what it is. And the result at that moment was: I just really hate the incredibly pervasive "transman smol wittle bean UwU itty bitty sweet cutie <:3c miaow miaow" characterization that seems to be the default depiction regardless of what ever the fuck the character's original personality and behavior is like.

Normal dude? UwU smol wittle bean.

Pompous over the tope asshole? UwU smol wittle bean.

Dark goth/emo/dark academia/done woth life brooding? UwU smol wittle bean.

Angry jock bastard? UwU smol wittle bean.

Smart and strong willed? UwU smol wittle bean.

I've always just really really hated that personality type because it feels incredibly obnoxious in almost all portrayals. It's like those shoujo protagonist anime that fall into the waifu bait of the month archetype by being incredibly over the top dumb and ditzy.

--

[foxglovepng]

Wittle request since I am very Mentally Eel (lol) but could u do some hcs of how do u think the Tweels, Azul and Lilia would react to like, meeting someone who is very into Moray Eels. Like, have plushies, use moray puns, memorized the entire Wikipedia article bout em, etc.

Have a great day, eat a meal, drink water, if u need take ur meds and sleep well!!

Characters: Tweels, Azul, Lilia

CW: not proofread (When do I ever proofread)

A/n: I am SO SORRY This request took so long I am going through requests now and doing them. They are getting done but not as fast as I would like. (Writer's block and loss of motivation go BRR)

Thank you also! I hope you have a great day as well and make sure to take care of yourself. If you have a cat tell them I said Pspsppss

Likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

🌼

Azul

He doesn't really find your interest bothersome just more of a "If you have any questions ask Jade." type of deal.

Although he'd be really thrown off if you suddenly wanted to start talking about Octopusses.

If you start ranting he would gladly listen to what information you have (and maybe make a contract so he can find information he doesn't have). He could also use this time to get blackmail unless it's something he already knows.

In a romantic sense, I feel he'd be a little upset and insecure if you talk about Moray Eels constantly. (SHOW HIM SOME LOVE TO SMH)

Overall is not really bothered but will exploit your information as blackmail.

Jade

He finds your interest in Moray eels adorable. He tries to answer any questions you may have he will tease you a little bit about your interest, but in return, you listen to him talk about mushrooms (Think of it as an information exchange). If you ask to see his eel form he'd be like "Oh? you wish to see my eel form?" he'd show you it since you asked nicely but would also give you a water-breathing potion so you can explore whatever body of water Octavinelle has.

I can imagine if you ask a myth about eels and he debunks It "Erm actually 🤓☝️" (joke)

Overall he'd be more helpful than Floyd would be

Floyd

Depending on Floyd's mood he will either be impressed and intrigued or annoyed.

So it's a 50/50 if you wanna ask questions. (Very helpful Floyd)

Although when you do have questions he'd either send you to Jade or drag you to the Octavinelle equivalent of an ocean. If you complain about clothes getting wet or the water being cold he'd be like, "Whaat? You asked."

If he's in a bad mood he would probably shoo you away or make some lie up leaving you to go find Jade.

Floyd is just a silly guy fr

Lilia

Lilia finds your interest amuzing. If he knows any information he'll give it to you if you ask nicely if he doesn't then he will help you get information by either going to Jade or reading about it via online or the library books.

He would gladly listen to your rants and whatever information you have to share he may even teach you a thing or two about Fae's.

Imagine him playing the Overwatch or Valorant equivalent (We are not a Fortnite household) clacking away on his keyboard while listening to you talk about how Moray Eels have poor eyesight so they need their nose (They have really good noses btw) to help them navigate.

And then it causes questions as to why Jade and Floyd aren't wearing glasses on land.

Thank you for reading. If you'd like to share your thoughts or make any corrections feel free to shoot me a message. Have a lovely day <3

[cinamun]

Hello @elanoira,

No because all day its been about some beige shit and here you go with the anti-Black racism, you then proceed to allude to your Black in-laws as a way to make what you said okay. Big lips have forever been attributed to Black women. Full stop. And I didn't know what Fashion Nova was because I thought we were still on Shein but one look at the website tells me all I need to know.

Here's where you fucked up: A lot of people were actually ridiculing how The Beige Ones™ were wrong for white washing sims, which in and of itself is anti-Black. But you said hold my beer and went full racist.

Anti-Black racism is not an "opinion". Do not wittle it down to that. Saying "I see how it can come off as anti-Black ..... " is watering it down and playing it off. OWN that you were anti-Black in that moment and do better, boo. Own it and apologize, boo. You showed your hand and as much as I love your presets, CAS backgrounds and default eyes, I will block you just like I did Dreamstatesims and Simopeia because what we are NOT going to do, is accept anti-Black racism in this community.

I had time. And you changed your reblog settings as I was typing.

Tsk tsk.

[vixymix101]

Why Bluey x Jean-Luc Works

So! Sense I've been in a Blueluc mood as of late, I'd like to make an extensive post on why I love this pairing, and why it works so well!

(Please note this is my personal opinion, and isn't meant to attack or shame other shippers who don't ship this pairing!)

Now! Let's begin!

First off, where did this pairing even begin?

Blueluc started after Jean-luc's first debut in the episode, Camping. His first and only major role in the show-- but this single episode was enough to spark one of the most popular ships in the Bluey fandom!

The first thing we learn about Jean-luc is that he speaks French and cannot understand English, but despite this language barrier, it doesn't deter these two from playing together and instantly hitting it off! They immediately start to connect without even understanding a word of what the other is saying.

It's just the fact that they connect and bond so fast and become such close buddies in such a short time span, if they get along that well in just a few days, who knows how much further their relationship could go and grow if they were able to spend more time with eachother.

A thing to take notice is we see the two build a little make-shift hut, and to me, feels like a metaphor of building a home together. Now it could be reachy but it's definitely something to take note of! They made something special together, something only for them.

But that isn't the only thing I'd like to point out--

Second case in point-- the touches--

These two are already so comfortable holding hands and making physical contact even after, what? A day or two? For most people it can take a few weeks, even months or years to be this comfortable with physical contact like this-- now yes, they are kids and kids usually don't really care but even so, it's still a big leap even for people their age--

Plus, it's just so adorable-- look at them!! Little bbys!! Holding hands!!

Another thing I'd love to point out is the tree and how it's a metaphor of their growing relationship.

While I could be reaching with the building-a-home metaphor, this one is undeniable meant to be a visual representation of their relationship with eachother, as it holds such a large role in the episode, but I'll go more into detail later after it's done growing!

For now, let's take a moment to point out why they get along so well, and how it'd work for any romantic relationship that may form for their future.

As we all know, Bluey is a bit bossy when she plays games with other kids-- that trait likely stems from the fact that she's a Heeler, a herding dog, which could explain why she feels the need to take charge.

And not to throw shade, but her personality type just doesn't mesh well with someone like Mackenzies-- they're both hard headed, stubborn and feel the need to take charge when they can. That headstrong attitude just wouldn't work well for a serious relationship.

But it does work for someone like Jean-luc, who was more than happy to follow along with her games, simply just wanting to play and have fun, not even being told what to do-- just saw that Bluey was collecting sticks and went to help her and play with her.

I'm not saying that he's a "follower" by any means, but I am saying is that he's willing to accommodate with her, a true gentleman I must say! Just a wittle sweetie!

(Plus again, they got so close so quickly and easily--)

And that's not to say Bluey doesn't do the same in return! Again, she can get pretty bossy when she plays, so I think it's worth pointing out how well she handled the minor miscommunications she has with Jean-luc is a pretty big thing for her-- instead of getting upset at Jean-luc or stop playing with them because they can't understand eachother, she instead shrugs it off, and comes up with a way where they can both understand eachother via the drawing on the rock!

She was willing to think of a different way to communicate and get over their misunderstanding so Jean-luc could get it. Most people don't do that, especially for someone they've only known for around a week--

Now, let's talk about THIS scene, now this? This just simply broke my heart on first watch, and even harder on rewatches--

It truly amazes me how they fit so much genuinely good chemistry between two characters in the span of a single episode that most shows can't even do in the span of 2 seasons--

The writers truly out did themselves, there's a good reason so many people cry at this scene and after--

Speaking of after! The time skip!

Now ik many debate if this scene is even canon but there isn't any indicator it isn't a flash forward, so I'd say it very much happened.

Now remember that tree I was talking about earlier? Here's where we pick up where that left off--

It shows that their relationship stayed strong even when they were apart, the tree fully grown and in bloom, symbolizing how their relationship only grew with time, even as they got older.

It's one of my favorite aspects about the episode, and my favorite piece of symbolism for these two.

I could go on and on about them and why their relationship just simply works, but I think just simply watching the episode will do all the talking for me-- that and the fact this is the most popular ship in the fandom lol--

But I think I've made all my points clear! If you'd like to discuss further, go for it!

Thank you for reading!

[thelunastusco]

"Promoting endogenic as normal strays people away from true recovery"

Folks, you sound like this twat from But I'm A Cheerleader

Are y'all gonna open up an endogenic system conversion camp healing center to lead wayward systems back to a godly lifestyle true recovery?

It IS NORMAL. Trauma-formed and non-traumagenic systems are all "normal" neurodiverse conditions.

Any system that is struggling and needs help can still access that help (in theory) even if non-traumagenic systems are accepted. In fact, you're more likely to find and access help you need because more systems to help fight for equality + accessible mental health care is a good thing.

"True recovery" isn't a single thing. For some, recovery could look like not being plural AT ALL. For others, it could be getting along better with system members and having decreased distress/dysfunction. While the former idea might not be supported by a lot of system for a lot of reasons, you'd be hard pressed to find any non-traumagenic system that doesn't support systems getting whatever help they need to be happier and healthier together.

Acting like non-traumagenic systems are either poor wittle trauma-formed systems who just :( have been led astray, or are dangerous abnormalities that must be erased in order for people to ACTUALLY heal, sounds like shitty evangelical counselor talking points. "Normal vs abnormal", "being led astray", "true recovery" like come on do you people hear yourselves?

All types of system origins are normal. All systems who want help can/should be able to get it. Saying non-traumagenic systems exist and are real systems doesn't detract at all from trauma-formed systems. That's all there is to it.

[chaostroberry1]

Leave my poor man ares alone he didn't do anything😭(more ares suffering from family trauma please💖)

BRO IM MORE THAN WILLING ♥️ IM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG. no cus seriously though, He need to be left alone for🥲 it's literally 2am and I'm already brainstorming multiple ideas

•Nah cus jus imagine how he is with his "not to brag or anything, but I am the god of war."

Blah blah blah

-Then the moment that anything shows itself to be overwhelmingly powerful, the man is shitting bricks

•Plus apollo literally harassing him with his nude body out in the open, for MULTIPLE people to see. NO SHAME. WHILE TOUCHING HIM AND EMBARRASSING HIM IN PUBLIC💀

•Then there's zues's weird body bulging power up shit that SOME people are into (I think), as well as his weird sexual turn on's for getting thrilled and getting bloody.

IN FRONT OF YOUR KIDS BRO???😧

• Then there's just a bunch of people proving him wrong and calling him a buncha names. Remember when hades called him a fool? How do you not cry from getting called out like that 🙂

• AND APOLLO AGAIN. WHO STILL EMBARRASSED HIM NO SHIT. when he dodged his punch which left ares falling into the water, INFRONT OF HIS DAD, BROTHER, AND HOT BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

• fuck u apollo 🗣️

• I can also tell that he's the typa guy who likes animals, and angrily calls people "monsters" for not giving an extra treat to a pet n stuff. My random headcanons is thathe has a big softie side.

• I feel like Hermes and apollo would baby him sometimes just to get on his nerves, all pouty and giving him baby talk, like-

"does wittle itty bitty tiny ares want a bottle of milk?"

And then

"awww, baby ares wants a nappy~ so cuuutteee~ you want a cookie? Oh yes you dooo~"

Sometimes zues plays in on it too, but kinda fucks up, like-

"coochie coochie coo- oh wait, am I doing that right?"

• and the mean comments and stares he gets from his uncles😭

• he just wants someone to pass the salt, and Poseidon is over there beside him, literally side eyeing him judgementally— like ok bro nvm

• then we have hades who randomly cuts him off to correct him without even looking at him, LIKE HELLO????

"I think the chicken comes before the egg-"

"technically, if that were to be the case, then how was the chicken even born?"

• there's Hermes, who would make him cookies probably, and give him the wrong type on purpose, just to have him ask for the actual type he wants, all embarrassed.

- bro he just wants the chocolate chip cookies, not the raisin ones 😧

• kinda imagine him getting bullied for his outfit, everyone got cook ass outfits and sometimes they make up jokes on how he probably uses axe body spray instead of actually taking a shower.

• I know that he would just go somewhere private, and cry like a baby bc of his family drama

#LEAVE ARES ALONEEEEE😭