#chaotic beebs

[yaoizowie]

Mad bc there's a public seder for Gaza tomorrow near me but it's my roommates bday so I can't go :/

[samscartoonsofficial]

wip comic sort've of Shrike and Beebs with Cephany and Tungston.

I think them interacting as a group would be both funny and Chaotic.

Don't mind Shrike. He's fine..maybe :)

[oathshxker]

hello my beebs, tis i, lyna (she/her, 25+, est) here with my beautiful brain child i am SO EXCITED FOR named sura. he's a noble in the fiendish courts (though he doesn't really wanna be) and takes delight in corrupting people's hearts and souls. his strategy is normally to appeal to the deadly sin someone is weak to and exploit it in hopes that when they die they go to hell and become infernal like him. he's quite evil, and i'm very excited to pen such a devilishly devious muse. below the cut is his bio, and i have some premade open plots for him here if you're interesed! please like this for plotting! i'll message you, or you can add me on discord: @plumboss!

⸺ ✧˖° Introducing the noble lord sura, a cunning DEVIL with a fondness of music and poetry. Their admirers endlessly praise them for their skills as a charismatic BARD & their work as the court of flames' INFERNAL ARCHIVIST. On the contrary; their rivals will warn you of their tendency to be manipulative and malicious. ⦁ faceclaim: park seonghwa, ateez . mun: lyna, she/her.

THE DEVIL IN ME

“⸺ ✧˖° 

NAME: [classified] NICKNAMES/ALIAS: sura GENDER: male PRONOUNS: he/him BIRTHDAY: unknown AGE: stopped counting after 300 SPECIES: fiend - devil  SEXUALITY: chaotic bisexual CURRENT LOCATION: jeosung, koryo OCCUPATION: nobleman and scholar of infernal history ETHNICITY: infernal NATIONALITY: koryaan RELIGION: demonic SOCIAL CLASS: nobility ADVENTURE CLASS: bard - college of whispers

FACECLAIM: ateez seonghwa EYE COLOR: red [when not glamoured] HAIR COLOR: black HAIR TYPE: straight BODY TYPE: lean athletic HEIGHT: 6’1” WEIGHT: 170 lbs SCENT: eau d’avernus TATTOOS: none PIERCINGS: ears and tongue SCARS: one long scar down the side of his neck, apparent scars around his horns from when they grew in

bullets:

born in avernus, was quickly summoned to jeosung by his family to avoid the blood war front lines 

was raised in jeosung as part of the nobility, with distant blood ties to one of the archdevils of the nine hells serving as his claim to his title

unlike some of his brothers, sisters and cousins, sura never took to any one skill that he was supremely proficient at, but was rather skilled in most things he tried, and therefore ended up training as a bard

he is proficient with many instruments, his favored instruments being the flute and the lute

can pretty much talk his way out of anything or convince people he is more capable than he actually is

chose the name ‘sura’ for himself as an alias to keep his real name a secret, though somewhere in the nine hells there exists half a stone tablet with part of his real name recorded on it in infernal. the other half is in his possession and locked away for safe keeping.

found himself enjoying his studies more than combat and spell casting, and so he decided to make a profession out of his learned knowledge and become a scholar and tutor

he began forming an archive of infernal texts he safeguards in his estate as part of his scholarly duties

he visits court, sure, but it’s a little dull for his tastes, though he does his best to make the most of it and have his fun, either through conversation or making a little impromptu performance

he uses his tutoring as a way to lure in potentials for becoming fiends, using his role as a mentor to influence human souls so that they might go to hell upon death and become devils themselves

his methods usually include pushing someone towards acting on the deadly sin they’re most guilty of and then appearing as an ally when their sinful acts blow up in their face

morals are clearly corrupt, his main goal is to avoid his name being discovered since he enjoys controlling others, rather than them controlling him

is more so guilty of apathy and boredom rather than selfishness, he toys with people to entertain himself more than anything

will always try to appear as a friend rather than a foe, this is his way

dresses in the finest, trendiest [and most revealing] clothing

he’s all about having fun really

[boombrothersasks]

Eclipse, Viper and Omega should have a small tea tea party

"We should! Except...you can't drink tea, Omega. Viper can pretend, but you can't."

"DO NOT LIMIT ME."

"Okay then!!" Eclipse climbed onto Omega's shoulder. "Come on, I know a place. OFF, OMEGA, AWAY!!"

And while they ran off, Shadow and Rouge continued to stare.

"When and why did this happen?" Rouge questioned.

"I don't know, but now we need to keep them happy."

"Why's that?"

"Because if we don't, they'll go on a wild rampage of chaos. Have you SEEN them?! My chaotic nuisance is worse than yours."

"Not true!!"

...

"Wanna go get coffee or something to watch over them with?"

"Change that to coffee beebs and sure, why not."

"...What on earth is a beeb."

[the-lovely-cambion]

So my my monkey wrench part of fandom mind just decided to show you my oc, so here she is, in all her mystic glory.

Her name is Codename (well not her actual name, she doesn’t address what her actual name is).

She around 15 - 16 years old

Her species, called Spidoneys, is considered scarce (and somewhat ancient), which makes her a target for a lot of bounty hunters.

She’s somewhat of an Aladdin of space, basically a thief but with needs and also a street urchin

Her and her brother are the only remaining two of their species

It’s unclear what her home planet was

Her and Shrike both have chaotic sibling energy when they’re both together

She sees Beebs as a parental figure

Yeah that’s pretty much everything about her so far, let me know if you want to learn more about her.

[kerra-and-company]

🖊 for Nisha, 🖊 For Aysel and 🖊 for a beeb of choice >:3c

>:3c (tyty!!)

🖊 - Nisha has the same relationship with anger that xe has historically had with the rest of xyr emotions--not showing it is kind of xyr default, and to be fair, xe also doesn't tend toward anger all that much. There are a couple notable exceptions, though. HoT was an incredibly tense time (for numerous reasons), and Nisha progressively lost more and more patience with people mistrusting sylvari. There was one particular Pact member at base camp who just would. not. stop. talking. about it, and that marks the one and only time Nisha has ever physically punched someone. (Hurt xyr fingers doing it, too.) The second exception to this was when Nisha, Canach, Kas, and Rytlock got to the top of the spire in PoF to find Kerra dead and Balthazar leaving with Aurene. Xe fully tried to take off after the rogue god solo and would have done so if Canach hadn't both physically held xem back and talked xem out of doing something that would definitely have ended badly.

🖊 - Aysel doesn't really use a last name, in the typical norn style or in any other style. There's certainly names that people have assigned to her (like along the lines of Braham being called "Vowbreaker" in Icebrood by Jhavi, though Aysel's are--generally--positive), but the only one she occasionally recognizes is people calling her Slayer. Aside from that, she honestly feels like her first name is enough evidence, to her personally, of her own legend at this point. She might choose to make a last name for herself someday, though.

And you get a GW1 character for the last one, because I talked about my main three in a different ask and left her out (terrible of me), so I'm putting her here:

🖊 - Enna is the last to join the "main squad" of my GW1 folks, and she's also a lot more grounded than the rest of them. She's generally not one to mess around with magitech, or experiment with both death and life magic, or reach out into the Mists in new ways (which is Cal, Daisy, and Nabi in that order). She grew up with fairly rigid structure in Kourna and ended up joining the Sunspears; she didn't really expect to be thrown into world-altering events with a bunch of adventurers from around the world. This results in her being a bit awkward and thrown off by them early on, but she does become good friends with them eventually. (She also bonds with Iseul the most at the beginning. He's from Kaineng and had maybe the most "normal" life experience of the others besides Enna before the Afflicted started to be a problem. He had a very chaotic childhood, though, so he's always been very "this might as well happen".)

[beholderbeautyblog]

11th Hour Packing System: A Tribute to the Unconventional (and finally a handsome payoff for procrastination!)

by Lara Beebe

To the skeptics, the orderly, the ones who look askance at the scattered piles and the boxes tucked away in corners,

This method, born out of necessity, did not yield immediate benefits, was it frustrating after having moved not to be able to locate my things—yes. However, over time, I forgot and/or replaced the things I couldn’t find. And then one sweet day I’d open up a random dusty box and, voila! — the box, now transformed into a time capsule. And once unboxed— the disarray became a shield—a guard against the those who prize tidiness above all. No lover of order dare follow me into my disarray, they couldn’t withstand the might of my chaos. The mere sight vanquished that weaponized type A personality that seeks to sanitize and straighten out the beautiful chaos of existence.

In my retreat from the cult of the orderly, these boxes became my secret keepers. One box cradled a ruby ring, once belonging to a doctor from a century ago, a figure from the rural South not far from where I grew up. Its presence in my collection a whisper from the past, echoing stories untold. Another box, its companion in my cluttered space, held a pair of Chanel ballet flats, their elegance marred by the stains of an alligator's blood—a tale too raw for the uninitiated, reserved for a future revelation.

The concert memorabilia—VIP stickers and ticket stubs from escapades in New York City, Fire Island, and New Jersey—remains silently vibrant, each piece a token of wild nights and the freedom of youth, their stories on pause, waiting for the right moment to unfold.

## Reflections on Chaos: The Beauty of the Untamed

These items, these fragments of myself, are not mere objects but markers of time, each carrying a weight of stories, emotions, and lessons. They stand as defiant sentinels, challenging the tyranny of orderliness, showcasing the richness that thrives in what some might call disarray.

In their chaotic preservation, these pieces speak volumes of a life lived on the edge of convention, a testament to the beauty found in the untamed. They are not relics of a past to be tidied away but vibrant echoes of moments that refuse to be silenced by neatness.

[chix-and-lili-central-station]

For @fowlbyname45 these beebs, it took a little while because I also made this sketch comic down below just for fun

They're both a mess

-Mod Art

[evening-primroses]

good morning to twink brothers with floppy hair doing impressions and playing tennis, cousins with faulty boilers, closeted chaps good for nothing but books, men climbing trees to declare the eternal truth, reverends skinny dipping in the sacred lake, curly-haired girls wandering in italy, gay stockbrokers abandoning dark academia for cottagecore, gamekeepers wishing their crush a happy birthday, sassy lesbians being smarter than their elder brothers, mothers writing letters to each other, friends with floppy hats ironically singing about the trinity, first kiss interrupters demanding darjeeling, intellectual liberals jumping out of a moving vehicle to save a cat and verbally decimating their hypocritical husbands, wide-eyed eldest sons nervously laughing in front of the police, and youngest siblings not knowing who the W's are

[meeblott]

Ok I just saw your art of Baz and Juniper on my dash and I love them??? Especially Juniper's horn design, it's so unusual and generally awesome

thank you!! i’m so glad you love them as much as I do! Tieflings are the MOST fun to draw, with all their horns and teeth and tails to play with in terms of design. ( i used this ask as an excuse to draw a happy Juniper lol, please enjoy)

Juniper has funky horns (and all the rest of her unusual appearance) because she grew up in the Feywild near a powerful source of wild magic, which warped her appearance over time! Baz is only the second other tiefling she’s ever met, so she spent most of her life (and part of our in-game timeline) thinking she was actually some kind of fey creature (whoops!)

[brooklynmuseum]

In ancient Egypt, what we call medicine was understood as a form of magic. Practicing medicinal magic honored the goddess Sakhmet, the ferocious, lion-headed protector of Egypt. Though she is often thought of as protecting Egypt from invasion, this life-size sculpture of the goddess was one of hundreds commissioned by king Amunhotep III for his funerary complex, which scholars believe were meant to thank the goddess for the ending of a plague that ravaged the region. Sakhmet was believed to be so ferocious that if her wrath was not calmed after the enemy was defeated, she may bring about the end of the world. She could be placated with offerings of beer dyed red to resemble blood as well as the flooded Nile carrying silt, suggesting renewal and rebirth.

Like today, preventing disease was the first course of action. The ancient Egyptians turned to apotropaic deities who were believed to be able to scare-off the evil and chaotic forces, including those that caused disease. A magical knife, adorned with the head of a protective leopard, and fearsome, hybrid gods—lion-headed Aha showing domination over poisonous snakes, and hippo-based Tawaret wielding a knife herself—would cut the heads off of demons. Over time, gods like Aha, and the similar Bes, were ascribed more and more traits to address more and more concerns. This seven-headed figure with four sets of wings, the tail of a falcon and a crocodile, the heads of jackals for feet, and enveloped in a ring of fire is an example of a deity so mysterious and powerful that it could guard against a variety of maladies described on this small papyrus scroll meant to be rolled up and carried around.

In the final weeks of 2020, we're taking time to find comfort, hope, and healing with artworks in the Museum's collection. 

Egyptian, Bust of the Goddess Sakhmet, ca. 1390-1352 B.C.E. Granodiorite. Brooklyn Museum, Gift of Dr. and Mrs. W. Benson Harer, Jr. in honor of Richard Fazzini and the excavations of the Temple of Mut in South Karnak, Mary Smith Dorward Fund and Charles Edwin Wilbour Fund, 1991.311. → Egyptian, Fragment of "Magic Knife," ca. 1759-after 1630 B.C.E. Frit. Brooklyn Museum, Gift of Evangeline Wilbour Blashfield, Theodora Wilbour, and Victor Wilbour honoring the wishes of their mother, Charlotte Beebe Wilbour, as a memorial to their father, Charles Edwin Wilbour, 16.580.145. → Egyptian, Scene from a Magical Papyrus, 664-525 B.C.E. Papyrus, ink. Brooklyn Museum, Bequest of Theodora Wilbour from the collection of her father, Charles Edwin Wilbour, 47.218.156a-d.

[chmisgod]

This is just a random ass opinion, feel free to ignore me, but I dislike how some 'fans' dissed Richard for not having a successful ventures like Jeremy and James and not as 'interesting' as them. Like, hello??? Not successful?? Not interesting??

This is a man who was on radio since 20 yrs old (fucking 20 yrs old, how the fuck??) Used to be in rock bands, was in Brainiac, Men and Motors, Wipeout, Engineering Connections, and many other shows. Wrote 3 autobio books and other books on bikes and cars.

This is a man who dragged himself out of hell after his 2006 crash. Got brain injury that may or may not affected him to this day, and he is still moving forward. Nobody would blame him for quitting the show, but he didn't because he love the show so much.

This is a man who managed to fix his beloved Oliver with a help from another engineer, in a single night, after being submerged in water and pronounced as a lost case. Even made Jeremy speechless.

This is a man who is famous for his love for children and his gentleness to them. Not afraid of showing how much he adores his wife and kids. Wearing beads they made for him on the tv show, famous for the machoness.

This is a man who is unafraid to stood up for his mates, whether by cutting off a sports commentator on BBC radio or walking out of one of the biggest tv show on planet, because said friend fucked up and being fucked by Aunt Beeb.

This is a man who cares so much for his friends, that he run to them the moment they are in trouble and comfort them. Who knew his friends so well, he knew what they are going to say before they speak and vice versa.

This is a man who can stood his ground, around two other men who are famous for their arguments and wits. Who loves old stuff and as chaotic as Clarkson and a total geek on motorcycle and lego with May.

This is a man who choose to do the more high risk stunts, because he is an adrenaline junkie and he knew, the other two would not be able to do it in their age.

This is a man who is aware of his own insecurities. Who knew he can be moody and irritating. Who is shy about his artistic skills. Who loves clothes and showing off. Who is picky af with his food. Who fucked up by making stupid comments.

This is a man loved by Clarkson and May. They waited for him to wake up from coma and was so very, very happy when he returned. They are protective as hell of him and vice versa.

This is a man who cried after reading The Old Man and the Sea.

This is a man who is insecure and cocky af. A man who loves and adores his friends and family. Who passionately live his life, and choose to be brave despite the horrors he went through.

But of course, he is only a show off crash test dummy who is not as sophisticated as C and M. Get fucked.

(This is not intended as an attack to people who got Hammond as their least fav. This is intended to people who claimed that he is 'talentless and depends entirely on Clarkson and May and failed on other venture except TG and TGT'. One of the stupidest shit I've ever heard. They are lucky they are on internet, because I'm 100% sure they won't say this in front of CHM. Not if they want to be destroyed by Clarkson and May. Not before Hammond burn them first.)

[magiccoverssport]

UEFA Euros 2022 Primer

Hooboy, the Women’s UEFA Euros are here and I am pumped to share my thoughts, feelings and observations on as much of it as I can consume, including writing up a preview for friends and fam who might want to follow along.

First warning: my perspective is from the bias of mostly following these professional leagues: WSL (England), UEFA Champions League (Europe) and NWSL (USA). That also means that the majority of my coverage/live-viewing recommendations will be USA/UK based, but I’ll try to include links to other general resources as much as possible. 

Second warning: I love this shit and I am mostly doing it for me. That is to say, it might not be the most user-friendly and I’ll maybe ‘go long’ on aspects that aren’t essential to actually watching football. I’ll try to organise things so you can get the basics with optional deep dives, but no promises.

Ok, let’s do this.

Where to Watch

UK: The Beebs

US: ESPN Networks

The WEUROs website also has a page with comprehensive information about coverage globally.

How the Tournament Works

The Euros will take place over the month of July 2022 in England, with the opening match occurring on 6th of July and the final taking place on the 31st of July (here's a link to a calendar share of all of the games if you want to save them). Sixteen teams qualified for the tournament and they’re allocated into four groups, where they will play every other team in their group to determine who moves to the quarterfinals. From that point, it’s a traditional tournament format, with single elimination games reducing team numbers from 8 to 4 (semi-final) to 2 (final). Look, UEFA made some nice graphics to explain. 

JK, it’s a bit of a mess (and also now out of date because Russia is no longer included and has been replaced by Portugal), but if you're not bothered by the England branding, here's a nice Euro 2022 wallchart produced by the Lionesses graphics team.

What To Expect

I'll do separate posts about each group, but here's a summary of thoughts on the whole thing, while attempting to avoid big predictions.

Anybody's Tournament

This really could be any team's to win (with the exception of a couple teams who would be incredibly fortunate to make it out of their groups, ahem, N. Ireland & Portugal, ahem). It's going to be competitive and some dominant teams on paper might not make it to the knock-out stages.

Final Four

Based on competitive games and expectations coming in, a semi-final group of England, Spain, Sweden and France would be a safe choice, and a delight to watch.

Based on vibes and potential alone, a final four of Norway, Denmark, Iceland and Italy would have great 'chaotic good energy'. This is also my line-up of dark horses to disrupt things this summer.

Who to Watch

Outside of team/group breakdowns, here are 5 players I'm excited to watch/hope have a great tournament, in no particular order:

Sveindís Jane Jónsdóttir (Iceland)

Pernille Harder (Denmark)

Marie-Antoinette Katoto (France)

Aitana Bonmatí (Spain)

Ella Toone (England)

Group Previews

Group A: The Home Draw

Group B: The Group of Death

Group C: The Holders et al.

Group D: The Disruptors

Round Check-Ins

Round 1.5 (Wednesday, 17th July)

Quarter Final Previews

QF1 (England v. Spain) & QF2 (Germany v. Austria)

QF3 (Sweden v. Belgium) & QF4 (France v. Netherlands)

[my-writings-and-musings]

For the bot reader sparkling prompt what about Swerve and or Whirl? (I’m especially curious about Whirl’s reaction if the (or one) of the sparkling(s) resembles him pre-empurata) I would toss a possible Misfire in there too but I don’t think he’s a bot you usually do.

Hope you're ready for FEELS and CUTE SPARKLINGS because that's absolutely my favorite combo anon! Plus I'd always liked the Scavengers but never really looked into their appearance in the comic until now, and thank you for giving me the impetus to learn about the chaotic but still lovable gaggle of misfits.

Swerve

·He's admittedly been on a whole new level of euphoria since the two of you started dating, but the moment he found out you were gonna be Creators he more or less ascended. Every scan nearly brings him to tears and he keeps all the pictures on him wherever he goes, so any bot that comes near will be ambushed by a flood of bragging and a veritable album of a bitlet that hasn't even been born yet. Suffice to say that when it was finally time to meet your little bundle, he was emotional, though for your sake he remained a surprisingly steadfast and supportive partner through the entire emergence. But the moment he laid his visor on that squawling little bitlet...

·"Tears" aren't quite sufficient to describe the waterfall that poured from his visor, but thankfully the staff was quite accustomed to such reactions and smoothly checked over the newborn before handing them back to their new parents. As a metallurgist for a species made of metal that's at it's most vulnerable after birth, he's actually been present for a few sparklings entering the world to provide potential care for those considered high risk, but nothing could have prepared him for seeing your beautiful new bitlet in person.

·Between praising you and the beeb he can hardly get a coherent word out through the blubbering, but his awe and adoration is still clear as day. You made a whole new bot, and now they're here, and they're the most amazing little sparkling the planet has ever seen! Every feature of yours or his that he sees gets him crying anew, and he can't possibly fathom what he's done to deserve any of these blessings. Countless photos of their first few hours are accumulated to join his collection in addition to being shared via intergalactic Wi-Fi to every friend you have.

·When your chosen visitors arrive he's absolutely effusive with his praise of you and the beeb. Do they see this bitlet? Have any of them ever seen anything this precious in all of history?! His Conjunx made them isn't that the most amazing thing in the entire galaxy like how did they even do that?! Even bots who know him well are amazed by how genuinely tender and affectionate he is, as there's not a joke to be heard from him even once. Truthfully he can't think of anything funny about this at all, except maybe how even the tougher bots that visit absolutely melt when they see the sweet little face of a newborn amidst a bundle of blankets, but he can't really blame them now can he?

·Despite all of his joy for the two of you being Creators, when it's just you and him and the sparkling again, he's quite hesitant to ask if he can hold them. He's held them before in the rush of the moment, but here in the still and calm... It worries him. There's so much caution in his grip when he takes them into a gentle cradle, his bulky arms easily supporting the tiny weight despite how unnaturally heavy they feel. There's a flash of worry for all the chances he'll have to mess up, but that disappears when a little fist pops free of the blanket and into the bitlets mouth, where they contentedly suckle on it in the most adorable display he's ever beheld. Somehow he knows it will be okay in that moment, because he'll never let anything happen to you or your new little addition.

Whirl

·His reaction to his own prospective sirehood was a near perfect example of internal screaming beneath a veneer of calm. Of course he wasn't necessarily surprised, and he loved you more than anything in any universe, but... you've met him, right? Sure, you fragged him, but have you paid attention to the kind of bot he is? Do you really want any of this around a sparkling, or remixed into one? Admittedly he hadn't had an argument for your simple "yes" in reply, and to the day your little bitlet arrives he still can't think of a rebuttal, beyond how his claws don't give you much of a hand to hold or provide good massages.

·Somehow the entire process manages to be Unicron levels of unthinkable horror and awe inspiring beautiful wonder at the exact same time, and his attitude is even more varied as a result. There are moments he's the calm partner whispering sweet nothings, the aggressive coach shouting for you to kick labor's ass, the panicking wimp who refuses to believe the body parts he's seeing belong where they are, and the petrified but dutiful sire-to-be frozen in horror while you hold onto him for dear life. Thankfully he manages to reign it all in once the two of you have a newly minted bitlet wailing in the real world.

·He'd expected to be awed, but also knew to brace for seeing a bundle that... didn't much resemble his current self, due to Empurata not affecting genetics, but he never could have prepared himself for the reality. One look at this tiny and flawless little accident and he comes embarrassingly close to fainting, his long legs folding into a chair some brilliant medic was smart enough to push beside the bed, and his optic growing misty as he beholds you and the whole new person you made. There's awe at the fact he contributed to making something unbelievably perfect, happiness for a million reasons he doesn't care to comprehend, but also... sadness. A face he'd never thought he would see again is looking up at him with the biggest and most innocent pair of optics, all while a tiny mouth nibbles on a pair of servos so like the ones he had taken from him.

·He should be... angry, maybe? Old Whirl would have been angry, furious at the Functionists for ruining so much, but he just doesn't feel it. The sadness in his spark isn't even for him, it's for this little one who will grow up and eventually figure out why his sire looks the way he does, and all the pain that may cause a bot who never did anything to anyone... But that feeling is so small it's quickly swept away so he can feel what he actually wants to feel, and he wants to feel happy damn it! You and he have a bitlet, and a pretty good one as far as bitlets go! Heavy stuff can be addressed later, the two of you get to enjoy this with friends! There's precious few bots he trusts enough to visit, but those that make the cut are welcomed and invited to pay respects to the cutest sparkling ever born and the bot who squeezed them out. He has to fight incredibly hard to keep from shedding happy tears, but seeing so many of his friends coo over this tiny miracle strains his emotional reservation to the limits.

·For all the love he has for the little one, and all his progress in accepting himself, he still hasn't held them by the time night is settling and you're in need of rest. Only your obvious exhaustion and his protective nature compels him to finally accept the sleeping sparkling, and even then he's a wreck on the inside, his spark all but crackling with anxiety as the delicate beeb is laid in his arms while he stays carefully seated. Nothing could have made him understand just how tiny this little guy was until this moment. As you drift off, he tempts fate and holds out the tip of a careful claw, not daring to ventilate as he gently adjusts some blankets for a better look. Something like abject terror shoots through him as a stubby hand takes hold of him, but he doesn't move, and the little one only coos and keeps his solid little grip. At that he lets himself cry just a little. Nothing will ever hurt you or this tiny gift so long as he lives, and he won't let anything past present or future ruin the happiness you've made together.

Misfire

·His whole life he's had a soft spot for things that need caring for, but every time he's found something or someone to take care of he's told himself all he really cares about is the potential benefit for him. Recent events have forced him to admit that there's a soft spark under his... business savvy ways. Finding out he'd be a sire though? That was an entirely new level of self discovery, because he's absolutely thrilled and has no logical reason why. He quickly has to tell the rest of the Scavengers, which becomes daily updates on everything sparkling related, so even his close collection of friends is admittedly a little relieved when the bitlet finally arrives and they can meet them. Thankfully none of them were there to see him faint on more than one occasion during the delivery, but he does have to make up a story about the dents on his head when he calls to give the announcement that their newest Scavenger has arrived, claiming that he got them in a heroic dive to save the bitlet when they were still slippery and dropped by a medic.

·While never one to be too mushy, he's made incredibly sappy just by the sight of the new little bitlet when they finally end up clean and swaddled in your arms. All across the little one's features are pieces of him that he recognizes on the spot. Blended perfectly with those are obvious signs of you, creating a whole new being who's got some of you both while still existing as their own unique little wonder. It defies all logic and yet he's so happy he can't really bring himself to care. From their optics to their stubby hands to their impossibly cute little pedes they're already the most perfect being to ever come into existence, making them tied with his Creators for perfection, and no bot is ever going to be able to convince him otherwise on that undeniable fact. But, for the sake of the moment he does have to wonder; does this sparkling yet realize how attractive they're going to be?

·The group is getting a million messages a minute from the new sire as they head over to see the newest addition, and when they finally arrive he does everything he can to present the little beeb with a proper introduction but can't stop getting misty optics and sniffling the whole time. Thankfully the Scavengers are an understanding bunch. Every one of them welcomes their new teammate with a carefully observant Misfire there to ensure they don't risk any kind of damage to the bitlet. Not that he doesn't trust them, but he does know them, so... None of them take it personally. Nickel is spared this oversight, of course, being a responsible bot and a medic more than capable of holding even a proportionally sizable sparkling. One she informs the new Creators is very cute in her proffesional opinion.

·Grimlock gets a special little moment with the new Sire, specifically one in which he gets to truly see how far he's come with his little adopted family now that it's started to grow. Misfire is fully trusting as he hands over the snoozing bitlet, and while the Dinobot is beyond touched, he does indeed hesitate just the tiniest bit. Gigantic servos absolutely dwarf the sparkling when they're settled within. Despite what any bot walking into the room might think, Misfire knows that at this very moment his bitlet is more or less in the safest place in the universe. They seem to be at least somewhat aware of this, as their little tubby cheeks lift up in a smile when they behold the gigantic bot looking down on them, a sight so unimaginably adorable it makes every bot present shed at least a single tear.

·When the rest of the group heads out after leaving a mountain of gifts in their wake, Misfire happily takes the beeb so you can get some sleep, because he at least got some rest when he passed out during emergence. Holding his little one with just the tiniest hint of uncertainty, he spends the night mostly chatting with them in a fully one sided whisper conversation, though he does occasionally get a tiny sound from the sparkling he'll swear is a coherent reply. Understandably, this little one has a lot to catch up on though. He can't help smiling at the thought of all the adventures he's going to be able to brag about to them, and how many you'll all have together once this little one is up and finally walking. There's so much he'll have to teach them too, and somehow that excites him more, knowing you and he will get to help shape this little wonder into the most amazing bot that's ever lived...

[ray-jaykub]

Hey beebs 💕💕💕

Can I shoot a quick request? I see a lot of like "raph with an s/o that's opposite to him" but I never see it for the others, might I throw out there,, leo with an s/o that's just insane? Like a real firecracker, emotional and spontaneous? A real dingus dongus, ya know? I would absolutely love it

Fank uuuu lov uuuu

I got an ask, that i answered, recently abour Leo with a chaotic s/o and this sounds chaotic. But i dont wanna dissapoint so i kinda tried to play off this prompt. It's short but funny. And i really want this pet, i have yet to meet one

Just fluff and a creature

It was a quite morning, the sound of water trickling through the tunnels held as a comfort for our strong leader. Meditating in the quite of his oversleeping brothers, taking deep breaths as his mind clouded over and took him deeper into the core parts of himself.

Quickly, though, that was nipped right in the bud as he heard the sound of someone sprinting down to the main entrance. The sound of their purse backpack click clacking with buttons and keychains had given away the persuer and quickly he relaxed once more. Y/n's voice ripped the silence open and all the sounds of the sewers came to his ears.

"Lee! You will not believe who i found scurrying around the subways!" He hasn't turned to you yet but he hears the animal chittering in your hand and feels you right behind him.

"Let me guess, hmmm..." leo feigned guessing but he felt positive on what it was. "Is it a sweet kitten with bright eyes under it's matted fur?" He smiles at the sound of your giggling but when he turns and comes eye to eye with a racoon it falls instantly.

"Nope! This is mokato! He just ran right into my arms and everything. My first time seein a racoon and he loves me can you beleive it?" Your smile is face splitting as you cradle the fur-ball like a baby. Leo stands to his feet and is shaking his head.

"Y/n, you cannot. Have. A racoon. They're filthy!" You clutch 'mokato' to your chest and gasp Like he insulted your first born. The sound of his brothers waking up to the rucus between you both.

"How dare you, he's your new son and you just wanna dump him?"  Leo has to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from cracking a smile. You're puppy dog eyes were maddening to him yet he always gives in to you. Michelangelo walks in to ask them what they want for breakfast but stops in his tracks.

"Oh my gosh! Whose this sweet baby?" Leo groans, if mikey attaches there's no chance. You're telling him his name and how you found him when Raph and donnie come in to see what was happenin.

"Aww, ain't he an angel." Everyone is crowding around the furbaby besides Leo, who was pinching the bridge of his 'nose' and muttering about how he couldn't believe he was about to let them keep it.

"If I say you can keep it will you promise to get it shots?" You snap back to look at him and ypur eyes light up.

"Oh! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!! Baby you won't regret this! I'll train him and everything!" You're practically jumping up and down with excitement as the thing clings to your arm. The rest of his brothers are cheering for the damn thing and Leo finds it ridiculous. He's most positive they've all seen and even gave scraps to racoons on the street so what makes this one so special?

"Can you hold him for me while I draw a bath?" Befoer he can answer you give him no choice but to. The thing looks up at him and chitters like as if saying hello. The guy's little hands clasp his snout and lee has to admit it...

The damn thing was pretty cute.

[dameronology]

the one that got away {poe x reader}

summary: based on the song the one that got away by katy perry 

this song has been my jam since i was about 11 and i’m now closer to being 20 than i am to being 11 and that’s making me panic! everywhere and not just exclusively at the disco but it made me produce this 

warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of smut 

enjoy, 

- jazz

Poe Dameron had always believed in true love.

He saw it not only within his parents’ relationship but everywhere he looked: in the couple who lived next door to his childhood home, in the bar where he worked during his time at the academy, in couples walking down the street. It was everywhere and nowhere; the kind of thing that you could feel in your soul but never physically grasp - or, at least that had been his initial understanding of it. 

Then Poe met you.

That was how he realised that love was very much something he could physically feel. Not only could he feel it, he could see it and he could hear it and he could finally understand it. You were the answer to every question he’d ever had. 

He could feel it whenever you held his hand and he could hear it whenever you laughed at one of his terrible jokes. Whenever he simply looked at you - whether it was under the blinding morning light or simply the outline of your and against his chest in the dark - it was there. What had started as a stupid fling in the academy had turned into something more. You were his whole world, his everything.

Poe was your soulmate; your best friend and your partner-in-crime (or as you had affectionally dubbed him, your poetner-in-crime). You were always on the same wavelength, emitting the same chaotic energy and terrible jokes. You had each other’s backs to no end, the kind of bond that spanned the galaxy and back ten times over. The love between was the kind that very few people were lucky enough to experience. 

‘Poe, quick!’ 

You were tearing down the corridor, fingers intertwined. Almost tripping over each other, you skidded around a corner and into a dark classroom, slamming the door behind you. You fell back against the door, Poe’s arms on either side of you as he leant against you, body shaking with laughter.

‘His face!’ The pilot could barely control his laughter. ‘Maker, I’ve never seen the guy so angry.’

‘That’ll teach him to fuck with us again.’ You smiled.

‘Us.’ Poe repeated your words back to you.

‘Yeah?’ You grin grew wider. You pushed a few strewn, dark curls back off his face. ‘Me too.’

‘I love you.’ His hand ghosted your cheekbone, resting on your face for a moment. 

‘I love you too.’ You leant up to kiss him, revelling in the feeling of his lips against yours. It was the feeling of home; warm and soft and welcoming all at once. 

‘Forever?’

‘Forever.’ 

Nothing could come between you - until it did.

The war. 

The beginning of another civil war were in the making. People who had lived through the first one had the same sense of unease they did the first time around; the appearance of more TIE fighters in the sky, more recruits coming to the academy, training increasing tenfold. There was discontent across the galaxy and nobody knew what was coming. 

Poe left first. He was a few years ahead of you in terms of training, having been piloting since he was a kid. That, paired with his admirable recklessness and natural leadership, made him perfect for the Resistance. You were his whole damn world but he had to fight for the galaxy; a galaxy in which you could both have a future. 

‘I guess this is it.’ 

You were stood in front of Poe’s X-Wing, hands shakily intertwined as you tried your hardest not to digest what was happening. If you did, he would probably try to say. Or worse, you would try to go with him before you were ready. 

‘It’s only a few months.’ Poe’s voice was wobbly, and he gripped your hands tighter. ‘A year at most, and then you’ll come out and join me. Right?’

‘Right.’ You nodded, a tear splashing down your cheek. ‘And we’ll talk all the time. Beebs always knows where to find me.’

‘I love you.’ He pressed his forehead to yours, lips momentarily brushing together as he trembled. ‘I love you so much.’

‘I love you too.’ You murmured. ‘If this is it, I’m always going-’

‘- we literally just said.’ Poe almost reeled back. ‘We’re going to see each other again.’

‘But if we don’t-’

‘- say it.’ Poe’s voice was firm, his grip on your hands inhumanly tight. ‘Say that we’ll see each other again. Promise me.’

You sighed, trying to calm yourself for a moment. You wanted to be hopeful, to think of a future where two could find your way back to each other - but you had a feeling that wasn’t going to be the case. The galaxy was getting darker and darker by the day and the light at the end of the tunnel seemed impossibly far away. 

‘I promise.’ The words were barely a whisper.

‘Take this.’ Poe reached up to the chain around his neck, pulling the ring off. 

‘Poe, I can’t ask that of you-’

‘- you’re not asking. I’m telling.’ He shook his head. Taking your hand in his, he slipped his mother’s ring across your middle finger. ‘Forever, right?’

‘Forever.’

You would both come to learn that forever was a long time - almost as long as the months you spent apart. 

At first, you would talk every day. You would talk to him via the holo-link in your droids, sharing stories about your day and talking about what you were going to do when you saw each other again. It felt like you were hopelessly clinging onto a distant dream, desperately wishing that the promises you were making could ever be fulfilled. You spoke about where you were going to live (Coruscant, probably) and what you were going to name your kids (Leo for a boy, Shara for a girl). 

But then your calls became less and less regular. Poe was being taken all over the galaxy on his missions and you were busy trying to finish your training. What had been a daily thing turned into one of a weekly nature, and before you knew it, it was a two-or-three-times a month affair.

You were tired whenever you spoke, and Poe was grumpy. You’d been worn down with your training and his body had been torn through eleven different timezones in a week. The hope that you’d both once had was almost completely faded, replaced with concern for the war. All your energy was going into fighting - sometimes for the Resistance, sometimes with each other.

Then the calls stopped. 

You couldn’t exactly recall when you realised it was over but some part of you just knew; there was no conversation, no closure. It was over, just like that. You didn’t even have time to think about it or to cry about it. The fact that you’d lost Poe Dameron was just a reality of life - a painful one, but a reality nonetheless. 

You took the ring off, putting it in a safe space to give back to him should you ever cross paths again. You wouldn’t - not for a few years. 

Almost a year to the day that Poe left, Leia Organa recruited you into the Resistance. It was a different base to your former love, systems away in the Outer Rim. Your work was focused mostly on communications and collecting data for building new bases. It felt good to finally be doing your part for the cause but you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. 

(It was Poe. Poe was the thing that was missing). 

Time flew by. You were jumping between planets, having a few near misses and experiencing your first real sense of loss; not only for your flyboy, but for your team-mates who didn’t make it back. You were haunted with thoughts of the same thing happening to Poe, of the idea that he could have already left for his last mission without knowing it.

So, you started wearing the ring again. Even when you met somebody new - Perry, a six-foot-tall blonde gunner with a kind smile and a moderate sense of humour - you kept it on. You wore it when you kissed Perry for the first time and you wore it when he declared his love for you. 

He wasn’t Poe. He didn’t hold your hand the way Poe did or kiss you in the way that Poe did. He didn’t make you laugh like him or smile like him or feel like him. He wasn’t the same. Nobody could ever compare but you weren’t going to find the love of your life twice. It was like you’d won the lottery on your first ticket. Nobody won the jackpot twice. 

‘This is the bar that Leia said most of the other guys went to.’

You and Perry were stood outside a cantina; it was dark on Ajan Kloss, the sky lit in a low navy colour by the yellow of the moon. The signs of the establishment flashed before you, a welcome invitation away from the cold night. The air inside was stuffy in comparison, smelling of stale beer and filled with the sound of other Resistance pilots chortling and chatting. 

You were on a two-day lay over at another base. The whole squad needed a drink, given how rough the mission had been - whilst they sat down, you ditched your jacket and headed to the bar up front. 

Falling against the wooden counter, you let out a small oof! as somebody dropped against the bar next to you, He was too busy talking to someone, but you could have recognised him from anywhere. 

Poe Dameron had a warm presence; there was an aura about him, something welcoming and sweet. He still wore the same after shave and laughed with his whole body - that’s how you knew it was him. 

‘Poe.’ Your words weren’t really there, but he still managed to hear you.

‘Yeah?’ He spun around, doing a double take when he saw you. ‘Oh, shit.’

He looked tired; his hair was still dark and curly, but littered with more greys than it had been five years ago. His warm brown eyes were decorated with dark circles and he had a five-o-clock shadow on his chin. Still, he looked good. 

‘I - wow.’ You couldn’t find the words. ‘Hi.’

‘Hi.’ A small smile fell onto Poe’s lips. ‘Hi.’

A moment later, he had dropped his drink and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. He hadn’t held you since the day he’d left all those years ago; a day that felt so alien to you both. Your immediate feeling was one of relief - Poe Dameron was alive, drinking in a bar and doing exactly what he said he’d always would (saving the galaxy). 

‘You’re...’ You trailed off, pulling back to stare at him. ‘You’re alive.’

‘Just about.’ Poe smiled at you. ‘And so are you - and you’re a Lieutenant.’

‘You’re a commander.’ Your eyes fell to the markings on his jacket. ‘That’s amazing, Poe.’

You were both thinking the same thing: we should have done it together. 

You should have been there to witness him rising through the ranks and he should have been there to welcome you to the Resistance with open arms. But life could be a bitch and she’d dealt you both the worst cards. The galaxy had done everything within its power to tear you apart.

‘It’s so good to see you.’ Poe bit his lip, brown eyes refusing to move from holding your gaze. ‘I know that we said-’

‘- don’t mention it.’ You shook your head. ‘We were pretty fucking naive, right?’

‘Right.’ He breathily laughed, nodding. ‘I still think about you, though.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’ He smiled. ‘I think about the academy, and the day I left and - is that my mum’s ring?’

Poe’s eyes had fallen to your hand, where the metallic band still sat on your middle finger. You’d always promised yourself to give it back if you ever had the chance. After all, it was supposed to be a symbol of commitment, of your love for one another. It was a promise you’d made to each other before either of you knew what shit life was going to throw your way. 

‘Oh, yeah.’ You went to pull it off. 

‘No.’ Poe moved his hand to cover yours. ‘Keep it.’

‘Poe, it’s yours.’ You reminded him.

‘And I gave it to you.’ He replied. ‘I know...I know things didn’t go the way we wanted but I still mean everything I said.’

You smiled, nodding. ‘Thank you. Me too.’

‘Are you around later?’ Poe asked. ‘We should catch up. There’s a lot to talk about, right?’

‘Of course.’ You took a sip of your drink. ‘I’m staying in-’

‘- babe!’ Perry’s voice suddenly cut between the two of you. Your boyfriend appeared beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist. ‘What’s taking so long?’

Oh, yeah. Him. 

Maybe you weren’t around tonight. 

Five minutes with Poe Dameron had been enough to make you forget two years with your current boyfriend. He’d made you feel more in that brief conversation that Perry had in your whole relationship.

You didn’t mean to compare them, truly. It was just that there was no coming back from Poe Dameron; he was your soulmate then and you had a feeling he was your soulmate now. In fact, it wasn’t just a feeling; it was a certainty. 

That was what you told yourself when you snuck out of bed that night to see Poe. 

It was what you told yourself when he kissed you for the first time in five years. 

It was what you told yourself when you made love for the first time in five years. 

But repeating it over and over in your head wasn’t enough to make you stay the next morning. Even when you woke up in his arms, pressed against his bare chest with scratches on your back and bruises on your thighs, finally feeling like you were at home for the first time in five years, you couldn’t convince yourself to stay. You couldn’t fall back to him; you couldn’t let yourself get hurt all over again.

Perry didn’t ask where you went that night - and you never told him. 

You didn’t confess when he found you the next day and he confessed his love for you. You didn’t confess when he asked you to marry him six months later. 

There was now another ring sat next to Poe’s; shiny and expensive and far too big for your hands. It was where his ring should have been; instead, Shara Bey’s ring stayed on your middle finger, a constant reminder of what could have been - of what should have been. 

You were glad for that night with Poe. It felt like a goodbye for you both; like you’d finally got closure. At the same time, you didn’t want your time with Poe to reach a conclusion - you still wanted to hold out hope that the promises you’d made as a twenty-something would come true. You were engaged to marry another man but for some reason, you couldn’t see a future with anyone else.

Then there came a point where you couldn’t see a future at all. 

The First Order was closing in; the war was getting rougher and rougher. There were losses left right and centre. Missions were becoming longer and darker. The bags under your eyes were getting darker and each day, you strayed further and further from the light. It was hard to hold on, hard to see past the dark forces at play. 

That’s when you’d think back to another time; six or seven years prior, when it was just you and Poe against the world. You’d let your mind wander back to the times that you would stay up late, laughing and crying together. You remembered all the pacts and promises you’d made. How did you get here? 

Before you knew it, you were back on Ajon Kloss. Everyone had gathered to begin making preparations for the final battle. Nobody was calling it that - final was too scary of a word, after all - but everybody knew it. You were powering up your jet for what felt like the last time. 

‘Trident Squad, you’ll be behind Dagger. You know your orders.’

You were hardly listening to your commander, hands shaking as you played with the straps of your helmet. You were leaning against your X-Wing, trying to calm your breaths with clammy hands and a pounding chest. 

‘Hey.’ 

You looked up, eyes meeting Poe’s. Despite everything, you smiled. ‘Hey.’

‘You got engaged?’ His words were breathless. There was no greeting, no question of how you were. There was just the hurt in his words; the disbelief and the grief. 

‘I got engaged.’

‘Fuck.’ 

‘Fuck?’

‘Fuck.’

‘Yeah, you’re right.’ You nodded. ‘Fuck.’

Dropping your helmet to the ground, you met Poe half-way across the gap between you. He took you in his arms, lifting you off the ground for a moment as your bodies collided. He held you in his arms, a sad imitation of the last time you’d been stood together in front of an X-Wing. 

‘Do you...’ your words were muffled by his shoulder. ‘Are you sure you don’t want your ring back?’

‘That’s what I was trying to say last time I saw you.’ Poe put you back down; his hands stayed on your waist. ‘My mum told me to give it to whoever I wanted to spend my life with.’

‘Poe-’

‘- I know.’ He cut you off. ‘You promised to marry Pete-’

‘- Perry-’

‘- whatever.’ You couldn’t help but laugh at his flippancy. ‘Just because I can’t spend my life with you doesn’t mean I can’t want to.’

‘That makes no sense.’

‘None of this makes sense.’ Poe corrected you. ‘Normally I’m more than happy to respect the boundaries of another guys relationship but...but it’s you.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I gotta ask.’ He have your hips a light squeeze. ‘If we make it out alive, there’s no chance at all that you and I can finally be together?’

‘Poe, I-’

‘- Captain!’ The sound of your commander’s voice came from around the corner. ‘We’re heading out now! Power up!’

‘I have to go.’ You took a step backwards, but he still clung onto your hands. 

‘I love you.’ Poe gave you a watery smile.

‘I know.’

‘Forever?’

‘Forever.’ 

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