#chunky fireball

[pearlsgirls]

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[abbysbasement]

jackson u!abby's strap bag would of course have a well annotated copy of 1984, a pair of ray-ban tortoiseshell glasses that are totally prescription but she tells people theyre reading glasses because she refuses to admit she wears contacts, TWO emergency fireball shooters (old habits die hard), nba youngboy debut album on tape, abby would not smoke weed but she would have those lavender smokes for anxiety, three pairs of boxers (one serious pair two fun and sexy pairs), the strap isnt in the bag because abby packs but she is a boxer harness truther. She is a dirty slut who supports the boxer harness but she also has the string harness because i told her it makes her butt look cute and plump and she never got over it. Never carries more than 100$ in cash because she is a debit truther but also keeps the daddys money credit cards on tap, makeup bag (wears artful mascara with a clump separator and clear brow gel, a lipgloss truther) TWO (2) sports but her boobs are kinda small anyway so sometimes she just lets her freak flag fly, her puppy tail buttplug because i said so, three pair of socks that will get lost the first night of the sneaky link, invictus legend her signature fragrance, two (2) gold chains, a chunky one and a thin one and my yankee fitted that she stole.

An unserious collab with @ellsbclls

[beansnsoup]

what about luigi’s reaction + what he’d do if bowser kidnapped you :0

Love, gonna make these headcanons if that's okay! 🫡

☆

Relationship: Romantic

Warnings: Kidnapping, dangerous situations??, fluff, gn reader

Okay, let's just start by saying my man gets really worried.

He's always been more scared than his heroic brother but shows

brave moments every now and then, this will be one of these few moments.

Bowser always goes for Peach and Mario always goes to save her, but this time it was you to everyone's surprise.

Mario was surprised the most when Luigi told him not to tag along and he could do this himself.

He also walks the whole way to Bowsers castle, yes, his legs are tired, but he could care less.

He's also shaking in his cute lil chunky shoes but he's not letting anything stop him.

When he makes it there his attacked by skeleton koopas, which he fends off to the best of his ability.

Luigi quietly makes his way around the castle trying to not attract any more koopa soldiers.

He tries to follow the sound of Bowsers very loud voice and once he finally does, he is greeted with the view of you in cage set in front of you while Bowser and Kamek taunt you.

He stands there hidden for a while trying to think of a game plan because until then his mind was full of surviving the koopas on the way there.

Before he can make his own move Kamek can already sense that he's there and throws a fireball his way from his wand.

This causes Luigi to jump out of his hiding spot, his eyes go straight to you.

You have the most hopeful and thankful look on your face, "Luigi!"

He's never fought to hard in his life, a majority of the time he's not even fighting, he was just trying to find a way to get you out of the cage.

He never thought he'd be so happy for Bowser to blow fire at him because it causes some of the metal bars on your cage to melt off.

Luigi jumps up and grabs you bridal style and runs as fast as he can out of the castle.

Once you both make it to the outskirts of mushroom kingdom he drops you, in a gentle way of course, and checks you for any wounds, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

You assure him that you are fine and that if anyone need taken care of it was him, that night you stay over at his home and heal him up, cook for him, and comfort him with your presence.

Hope this is okay!!

[clownery-and-fuckery]

More Nemec, Fireball and Howzer content, because I do that now(not complaining, I love them)

Howzer joined after them, but he acts like he's been around the entire time. Nemec let's him, he's not really picky with people pushing him around/bossing him about the place because he's chill like that. He'll pretend for Howzer

Fireball will NOT. Fireball will shoot every order back and pull rank when Howzer argues ("I opened the door for YOU. Nemec and I saved YOUR ass. Go clean my socks peasant") he has no problem making fun of Howzer. He thinks it's funny

Neither of them let Nemec get shoved around by anyone who isn't Rex (and on the occasional, Echo) if someone's taking advantage of Nemec's chill wave riding, they'll answer to Fireball and Howzer. They do not like people pushing their brother around >:(

Also, Nemec is Slightly Afraid of Batcher- when she first came around, he kinda stood far away from her like "🧍what the fuck is that" and when Batcher came up for affection he hid behind Fireball 😭 poor dude was shitting bricks

Fireball doesn't mind Batcher, but like Nemec, he doesn't do well with other creatures. They'll both gravitate towards Howzer when they're on planets with creatures- the bigger they are, the closer they stick to Howzer

(Howzer is just as nervous as they are, sometimes, but he won't ever admit that. He's always brave for his brothers)

Fireball made fun of Howzer's thigh holsters. I'm sorry Howzer girlie's, but I did too 😭 they were so chunky

Fireballs gotten the closest to recreating Gregor's wonderful cooking.

Nemec tried it and nearly burnt the base down. He was screaming, sobbing, calling anyone for help.

Howzer poured the Star Wars equivalent of cooking oil over the fire, and they really did nearly lose the base

Rex banned them from food duty. They're not even allowed wash the dishes. Fireball is POSITIVE it was on purpose to get out of chores.

I'm watching ep6/7 rn and can confirm: Nemec is definitely the younger brother of the group- my evidence?? Rex pushing him down when they were running for the assassin, Fireball covering him as soon as he went down, and Howzer's general attitude after the room went up. That's it, that's the evidence.

Howzer, Nemec and Fireball have taken on a few "shadows" on their own, but let's be real, they have the collective braincell of a powered down mouse droid- Samson is the one who handles it (I imagine he's a gen 2/3 clone) upclose and personal while Howzer rams them with stun bolts

That being said, Samson has absolutely punted a "shadow" across the room. He'd do it again in a heart beat.

While Nemec is great at gathering and sorting intel, Fireball is more experienced with description (cause he's older/got further into training)

^^ Fireball does teach him the ropes!!!!

It's pretty often for any of them to have nightmares about their brothers (namely Howzer) turning around and being a "shadow"- very creppy business.

Howzers a bit... pushy with questioning. With anything, really. He gets a bit wound up, lost in the guilt, he needs redirection sometimes

(Crosshair can't really remember Ryloth and he's genuinely unsure when to mention it 😭 he thinks it'll be Howzer's breaking point at this stage)

While Howzer and Samson are heavy footed and hard hitters, Nemec and Fireball are light on their feet and give weaker jabs in more sore places

Also!!! Cuddle piles with them are sweet. They don't get to do it often, but when they do?? Ough, they get the best sleep

I, again, probably have more. However, I think I've spoken enough about them for right now haha- add on if you have more!!!!! I love them :))

[gianninnaa]

is that giannina castro ? a freshman originally from anaheim , ca , they decided to come to ogden college to study music . they’re the influencer on campus , but even they could get blamed for greer’s disappearance .

basics

name: giannina castro. nickname: g, gia, gigi, nina. date of birth: june 5th 2003. age: nineteen. zodiac: gemini sun, leo moon, taurus rising. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she/her. sexuality: bisexual. hometown: anaheim, ca. major: music. trope: the influencer.

personality

positive traits: ebullient, grandiose & affable. negative traits: profligate, fickle & superficial. character inspo: jackie burkhart (that 70’s show), emma mountebank (the quarry), sharpay evans (high school musical), daisy jones (daisy jones and the six), serena van der woodsen (gossip girl), hanna marin (pretty little liars), haley dunphy (modern family), alexis rose (schitt's creek) – some more than others. likes: lip gloss, moscato, sweet candy scented perfumes, glitter, being adored, lively parties, having someone to take pictures for her in public, white chocolate, shopping, the feeling of having your hair and nails both freshly done, cats, validation. dislikes: dirt, spiders, being ignored, walking home alone after a party, super drying matte liquid lips, the combination of chocolate and orange, fireball. habits: dots her i & j with hearts, twirls her hair when she thinks, shamelessly takes photos in public, still writes in her diary, if you hold her hand- she will swing it while you walk, blows bubbles whenever she has bubblegum, laughs when she's nervous. skills: batting her eyelashes to get whatever she wants, writing songs, figure skating, symmetrical winged liner, cheerleading, can make conversation with anyone. flaws: tries too hard, gossips, switches sides when it suits her, compares herself to others, takes no being like very very personally, changes to be what she thinks people want from her. aesthetics: becoming the ideal and losing yourself in the process, the battle between girlhood and godhood, perfume clinging to silk sheets, a lonely mansion on top of a hill, clinking of champagne flutes, the future is covered in roses, late nights spent dancing under the moonlight, girlhood forfeited in lieu of greatness, laughter like sodapop, venus in her scallop shell, multiple hearts but not one is capable to love, shooting for the stars because the earth is not enough, the chaos of a lively city, warm as the sun and burning as bright, childhood dies with thundering applause.

physical appearance

faceclaim: jenna ortega. height: she's 5'1, but she's always wearing some kind of heel or platform. even casually, she's got a cute lil pair of chunky white platform sneakers. she says being taller makes her legs look longer, so she'll never give it up. hair: the cutest little curtain bangs bc i love them!! she's very very on trend. all the little braids and space buns that have come into fashion are so gia. heat styles her hair every day. makeup: she doesn't go Crazy on her makeup. she has a stupid long skin care routine to make sure she always appears as flawless as she wants people to believe she is. light weight foundation that lets her freckles show through. winged liner and half lash is a staple. gloss > lipstick any day,, but like a tinted gloss. she's still fun. fashion: gia doesn't have a set style of her own. she just follows the trends. back in the day, trends lasted a little longer. now?? all those micro trends? girl buys a new closet like every month.

connection to the trope

giannina’s life has been in front of the camera since the day she was born. every talent show or dance recital recorded by her parents. photos from every first day of school, birthday, school dance, and everything in between. it was just another part of her life. like every other teenager growing up in the ‘10s, gia had social media. none of it was out of the ordinary until 2019. giannina’s tiktok account was mostly just slice of life content. messing around with her friends, outfit checks, lip syncing to her favourite song. she got a decent amount of follower from simply being attractive one the internet, but she didn’t really start to blow up until she started posting her songs. originals, covers – they started the career gia has now. the more she posted, the more followers she got. though she'd like to say she worked hard to get where she is now, that’s not really true. she just got lucky. her rising stardom was basically an overnight change. at least, that’s how it felt. suddenly, there were brand deals, teen choice awards, invites to red carpet events, record deals. it was perfect. original songs became a bigger part of her platform now that she was actually able to start releasing singles. more vlogging / day in the life style posts to show all the glamorous things she was doing (with a touch of “i’m just like you!”) get ready and unready with me. gia constantly has her phone on her; insta stories, tiktoks showing her life here at ogden. she’s a social media princess, and she intends on getting even bigger. ( career inspo – charli d'amelio, loren grey, nessa barrett )

connection to greer

her relationship to greer is one big “ what could have been ”. at least, that’s what gia says to anyone who will listen. two ships in the night, greer unfortunately going missing right before giannina’s freshman year. all she could do was mourn the ‘big sister mentor’ figure she’d never get to make greer. the truth, however, was a little less simple.  when looking into ogden college, it was impossible to miss whispers about their very own golden girl. gia didn’t attend that party just for greer– she isn’t crazy– but when they found themselves in the same room, gia couldn’t let the opportunity pass. everyone would be swarming her when school started. even though giannina knew she could command an entire room’s attention, she didn’t want to lump herself in with the pathetic crowd begging for salvation. she approached the other girl at the party, champagne flute in her hand like an offering to some goddess. they hit it off the way gia knew they would. by the time she was walking into college, she’d already be royalty without having to try. who knew so much work and planning went into seeming effortless! it was all perfect until the news broke about greer going missing. while many people believe gia would operate on some kind of “there’s no such thing as good or bad attention, just attention!” mindset, that couldn’t be further from the truth. greer’s drama seemed messy and complicated, so gia severed all ties. forgot every word they spoke to each other (the drinks flowing definitely helped). all greer ever was or ever would be to gia is an almost. hmm, if only she remembered to purge her insta as well as her memories!

headcanons

💓 tba!

wanted connections

𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 💓 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 — young, wild and free; that’s always been the goal. you’ve both met your match. though you probably bring out the worst in each other, you have so much fun when you’re with them. something that burns this bright is bound to burn out quickly, but it’s going to be one hell of a ride until you crash! 💓 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 / 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐚 — tba! 💓 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 — someone that followed gia on social media before she came to ogden. 💓 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 — in the eye of a hurricane, there is a quiet kind of peaceful. they bring out this kind of stability in gia. they don’t force her into it or make her feel bad when she has those days she feels like she can’t slow down, they just embrace her regardless. gia knows she always has a safe place to land, whether it’s controlled or a crash. 𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪 💓 “𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞” — point blank: gia is a bit of a fake. though she's charming to most, this is someone that just sees right through her act. they don't buy any of her fake kindness. 💓 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐚 — tba! 💓 𝐞𝐱-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 — tba! 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑪 💓 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 — it’s hard not to fall for someone like gia. handing affection out like candy, it was only a matter of time before someone took her seriously. sometimes it escapes her mind that some people flirt for love rather than fun. other times, she truly were just being friendly and now has someone pointing the finger and saying she led them on. 💓 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 — tba! 💓 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 — there was a small talking stage between them, but it ended- or more accurately, fizzled out- when gia stopped responding to them. could be on bad terms/hurt/upset by it or neutral/not caring. 💓 f𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 — similar, but gia friendzoned them. could be mutual friendzoning, could be bitter, anything!

[passmethehotsauce]

HOT SAUCE'S NUTRITIONAL INFORMATION

@passmethehotsauce—introductory post.

→ SPICE to meet you!

Here's a little bit more information about my page and everything I have thus far :D

Call me Hot Sauce cause games ain't fun to me unless they got a kick to em like spicy food. Plus, I've been daydreaming of what username would be cool, definitely didn't settle with what I was eating at the time.

Anyways, welcome to my gaming blog and enjoy! :))

♨ name: Hot Sauce ♨ age: 20+ ♨ pronouns: she/he/they cause i'll never be her/him/them 😔

interests: dragon age inquisition, mobile legends, genshin impact, valorant, sims 4, hot sauce (not me, the actual sauce), spicy food

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[lafflanes]

i decided to write down all the names on the name generator in Toontown Rewritten for convenience sake (since the TTR wiki doesnt seem to have it, and TTR has more names in the name generator than TTO did), and i thought itd be useful for other people as well!!

the list is under the cut, theres a looooot of names so i just grouped them by letter

please let me know if i left out or misspelled anything!

Title: Aunt Baron, Big Cap'n, Captain, Chef, Chief, Coach, Colonel, Cool, Count, Crazy Daring, Deputy, Dippy, Doctor, Dr., Duke Fancy, Fat Good ol', Grand ol', Granny, Grumpy Judge King Lady, Little, Loopy, Loud, Lucky Madame, Master, Miss, Mister, Mr., Mrs. Noisy Prince, Princess, Prof. Queen Sergeant, Sheriff, Silly, Sir, Skinny, Super Ugly Weird

First: Abigail, Albert, Alice, Alvin, Angel, April, Arnold, Astrid, Astro, Aurora B.D., Banjo, Barbara, Barney, Bart, Batty, Beany, Beatrix, Bebop, Becky, Bella, Bentley, Beppo, Bert, Billy, Bingo, Binky, Biscuit, Bizzy, Blinky, Bob, Bonbon, Bongo, Bonkers, Bonnie, Bonzo, Boo Boo, Boots, Bouncey, Bridget, Bruce, Bubbles, Bud, Buford, Bumpy, Bunky, Buster, Butch, Buzz C.J., C.W., Candy, Carol, Casper, Cecil, Chester, Chewy, Chip, Chipper, Chirpy, Chunky, Claire, Clancy, Clara, Clarence, Cliff, Clover, Clyde, Coconut, Comet, Cookie, Corky, Corny, Cranky, Crazy, Cricket, Crumbly, Cuckoo, Cuddles, Curly, Curt Daffodil, Daffy, Daphne, Darla, Dave, Davey, David, Dee Dee, Dinky, Dizzy, Domino, Dot, Dottie, Drippy, Droopy, Duchess, Dudley, Duke, Dusty, Dynamite Elmer, Ernie Fancy, Fangs, Felix, Finn, Fireball, Flapjack, Flappy, Fleabag, Flint, Flip, Flora, Fluffy, Freckles, Fritz, Frizzy, Funky, Furball Gale, Garfield, Gary, Giggles, Ginger, Graham, Grouchy, Gulliver, Gus, Gwen Hans, Harry, Harvey, Hazel, Hector, Holly, Hoppy, Huddles, Huey J.C., J.J., Jack, Jackie, Jacques, Jade, Jake, Jay, Jazzy, Jellyroll, Jenny, Jester, Jimmy, Johnny, Jonah, Joyce Kiki, Kippy, Kit, Knuckles Ladybug, Lancelot, Leo, Leonardo, Leroy, Lily, Lionel, Lloyd, Lollipop, Loony, Loopy, Louie, Lucky, Lucy, Lulu Mabel, Mac, Maggie, Marigold, Mary, Max, Maxie, Maxwell, Melody, Midge, Midnight, Mildew, Miles, Milton, Mitzi, Mo Mo, Moe, Molly, Monty, Murky Nathan, Ned, Nelly, Nutmeg, Nutty Octavia, Olaf, Olive, Olivia, Orville, Oscar, Oswald, Ozzie P.J., Pancake, Patsy, Patty, Peaches, Peanut, Pearl, Pebbles, Penelope, Penny, Pepper, Peppy, Petunia, Phil, Pickles, Pierre, Pinky, Pippy, Poe, Popcorn, Poppy, Presto, Punchy Rainbow, Raven, Reggie, Rhubarb, Ricky, Robin, Rocco, Rodney, Roger, Rollie, Romeo, Rory, Roscoe, Rose, Rosey, Rosie, Rover, Roxy, Ruby, Rusty Sadie, Sally, Salty, Sammie, Sandy, Sassy, Scooter, Skids, Skip, Skipper, Skippy, Slippy, Slumpy, Smirky, Smudge, Snappy, Sneezy, Sniffy, Snuffy, Soupy, Spiffy, Spike, Spotty, Spunky, Squeaky, Star, Stinky, Stripey, Stubby, Sunny, Sunshine, Susan, Sylvia Taffy, Tammy, Teddy, Tegan, Tex, Tom, Tricky, Trixie, Truffles, Tubby, Tutu, Twister Ursula Valentine, Velma, Veronica, Vicky, Violet, von Wacko, Wacky, Waldo, Wally, Wendy, Wesley, Whiskers, Whitney, Wilbur, William, Willow, Winnie Yappy, Yippie Z.Z., Zach, Zachary, Zany, Ziggy, Zilly, Zippety, Zippy, Zoinks, Zowie

Last (first part): Bagel, Banana, Barnacle, Bean, Beanie, Biggen, Bizzen, Blubber, Boingen, Bumber, Bumble, Bumpen Cheezy, Crinkle, Crumble, Crunchen, Crunchy, Cuddle Dandy, Dizzen, Dizzy, Doggen, Dyno Electro Feather, Fiddle, Fizzle, Flippen, Flipper, Flower, Fluffen, Frazzle, Frinkel, Fumble, Funny, Fuzzy Giggle, Glitter, Google, Grumble, Gumdrop Honey, Huckle, Hula Jabber, Jeeper, Jelly, Jiffy, Jiggle, Jingle, Jinx, Jumble Kooky Laffen, Lemon, Loopen Mac, Mc, Mega, Mizzen Nickel Octo Paddle, Pale, Pedal, Pepper, Petal, Pickle, Pillow, Pinker, Poodle, Poppen, Precious, Pumpkin, Purple Razzle, Rhino, Riddle, Robo, Rocken, Ruffle Slimey, Smarty, Snaggle, Sniffle, Snorkel, Sour, Spackle, Sparkle, Squiggle, Super, Swinkle Thunder, Tinker, Toppen, Tricky, Tweedle, Twiddle, Twinkle Wacky, Weasel, Whisker, Whistle, Wild, Witty, Wonder, Wrinkle Ziller, Zippen, Zooble

Last (second part): batch, bee, beep, berry, blabber, bocker, boing, boom, bop, bounce, bouncer, brains, bubble, bumble, bump, bumper, burger, butter chomp, corn, crash, crumbs, crump, crunch dazzle, doodle, dorf face, fidget, fink, fish, flap, flapper, flinger, flip, flipper, fluff, fuddy, fussen gabber, gadget, gloop, glop, glow, goober, goose, grin, grooven, grump hoffer, hopper jinks klunk, knees loop, loose marble, mash, masher, melon, mew, monkey, mooch, muddle, muffin, mush nerd, noodle, nose, nugget paws, phew, phooey, pocket, poof, pop, pounce, pow, pretzel quack roni scooter, screech, smirk, snooker, snoop, snout, socks, son, song, sparkles, speed, spinner, splat, sprinkles, sprocket, squeak, sticks, stink, swirl tail, teeth, thud, toes, ton, toon, tooth, twist whatsit, whip, whirl, wicket, wig, wiggle, wire, woof zaner, zap, zapper, zilla, zoom, zoop

[fishareglorious]

Love how most of the time when I coop to fight Azhdaha I end up soloing him with nothing but sheer want to get his drops and noelle’s shield

[franzis-frantic-thoughts]

My insanely talented friend made me this super adorable Hamid doll. The fireball is detachable, so I’ll soon be fireballing people who annoy me.

He is so fucking tiny, y’all, I’m actually sobbing.

[ID1 : A photo of a crochet puppet of Hamid Saleh Haroun al-Tahan. He is a medium brown skinned halfling with dark hair and black button eyes. He is wearing black trousers, a green jacket over a white shirt with red bow tie. Over everything he is wearing a purple coat with gold trimmings. A yellow and red fireball is attached to his left hand. The entire doll is only about 12 cm tall, about the size of the hand holding it. /End ID1]

A few years ago, she also made me this Niffler doll:

I think Hamid and the Niffler should be friends. They both like sparkly stuff and pocket dimensions. Hamid can ride it into battle.

[ID2: A photo of the same Hamid puppet standing next to a Niffler doll. The Niffler is a mole-like creature with a pale, flat beak like a platypus. It is crafted from grey fake fur and pale beige putty. The Niffler is a few centimeters taller than Hamid and also a lot more chunky. /End ID2]

[pearlsgirls]

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[ericsonclan]

Okay, this ones a bit easier I guess (or I hope so xD)

Not sure if you are familiar with the How to train your Dragon franchise, but what kind of dragon would each Ericson Kid ride? Or would they ride one at all? Maybe they still hold on to the old Vikings-bashing-Dragons ideology, who knows?

Got that idea from my sister, she was just pure as always

"You know, maybe I'll ask later what they think about a Httyd AU. What do you think about it?"

"A Screaming Death for Marlon."

"..."

"You know, because of the scream when he-"

"I know. I know that scene in and out. And you are too brutal sometimes. I can see it. But it's brutal."

YES! Love How to Train Your Dragon! Let's see well to start off we would say that the au would follow the movies' plot somewhat. Willy would be the protagonist so he would be HIccup. Makes sense since he's a lanky kid who wants to het stronger and who has a knack for inventions. That would make Allison Astrid then. The two of them would help the other Ericson kids see that dragons aren't evil. Now onto which dragons each Ericson kid gets.

Clementine: Shivertooth. She met it when it was busy pranking a hunter who thought he could outsmart it. Clementine and the dragon met eyes and it was intrigued by her so it decided to stick by her. With sharp scales and a mischievous side its a dragon you shouldn't mess with.

Louis: Light Fury, he doesn't meet his dragon for a while but he wanted to make sure whatever dragon he chooses he would be its friend for life. His dragon was cautious and skittish for a while but Louis would visit it each night with a snack and eventually, it stayed by Louis' side.

Violet: Deadly Nadder with dark blue scales and speckles of yellow and white along its body and wings. Looks similar to a starry night sky. It enjoys nighttime rides and visiting a certain inventor on the island who Violet has a crush on.

Marlon: Snafflefang, an active dragon who loves snacking on geodes. It may not look that intimidating but just wait until it's in battle. Exploding fireballs, a hard hit from its spike-like tail. It's brutal but most of the time Marlon goes on adventures with his dragon letting it frolic and play with the different dragons.

Mitch: Windwalker. A dragon that's fast can shoot fire and water blasts and uses lighting. Hell yeah! He had a really tough time earning the dragon's trust but once he did it became an unbreakable bond. Let's just not talk about how many burnt pairs of pants he got thanks to his dragon.

Brody: Raincutter with blue and purple scales on its back and wings with a pink belly. She rescued it before it got sold off and it immediately flew off. An hour later it returned with a large fish as a thanks to Brody and has stuck by her side ever since.

Aasim: Snifflehunch. People teased him and his dragon for its name but Aasim didn't care. He loves his dragon in all its fire-sneezing glory. He just has to make sure that it doesn't sneeze near anything important. Those sneezes will melt nearly anything.

Ruby: Thunderclaw, it may not be much of a flyer but damn can it fight. It's cute but feisty, perfect for Ruby. She tries to make sure it doesn't make though since it can't fly and then it gets sad when it can't play in the air with the other dragons.

Omar: Gronckle with a more brown and orange tone to its scales. It's a big chunky dragon and Omar loves it to pieces. Definitely give its treats all the time.

Sophie: Hotburple, a dragon that is lazy sleepy, and eats way too much scrap metal. It also had a tendency to nap while in flight. Funny in concept not so funny when it's nosediving towards a cave. Sophie learned that the hard way.

Minnie: Timberjack. She likes to vibe in the woods with it. Her Timberjack enjoys peace and solace and hey sometimes so does she. She doesn't pressure it into getting into fights. Sometimes it shields her from the cold with its wings. So yeah she loves her dragon.

Tenn: A little herd of terrible terrors who follow him around everywhere. They can be prickly but they are deeply fond of Tenn who doesn't mind having little dragons by his side.

AJ: Typhoomerang, a fast dragon that rotates during flight at high speeds. AJ meet the dragon when it was caught in a trap and he saved it. After a ride together and seeing the ash from its burning takeoff AJ knew he had the most badass dragon ever.

James: He also has a Timberjack his being a smokey color than Minnie's. He found it trying to run away from hunters but due to its lack of legs, it was doomed. James saved it though and the dragon bonded with him. It hates fighting but hey so does James so it works out well.

Willy: He gets a Night Fury and it follows close to how HIccup met Toothless except Willy names his dragon something else. He helps built it a back fin and they are the best of buds.

And then a few of our ocs too!

Prisha: Thornridge, a dragon that looks more intimidating than it is. It freaked out when it spotted Prisha and ended up attacking her from the shadows due to being scared. Prisha was calm and understanding with it, helping it settled down. This teal dragon is always there to help its friends and family. It likes wandering around aimlessly but always returns back to Prisha with a friendly headbutt. Sometimes it distracts Prisha from a new invention she’s working on.

Allison: Deadly Nadder, hers has a mix of purple and teal scales around its body. It tends to find rocks for Allison knowing that she likes them. It is a dragon that can't get enough exercise and loves flying so Allie is up in the skies the most.

Renata: Hobblegrunt, a dragon that changes colors depending on mood with yellow being happy, purple meaning curious, and red meaning you're in deep shit. It's known as a lucky dragon due to how sensitive it is due to the fins on head. Renata sure feels lucky having found her dragon buddy and based on the fact that her Hobblegrunt is constantly being yellow she can tell it loves being with her too.

Had a blast making this, really tempted to start writing for an au like this. Thanks again for the ask!

[angeytummys]

Strange forest meat

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I couldn't pick which picture, so you get both ✨✨

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“HAHA GOTCHA!” Mereoleona yelled as the boar she was fighting finally collapsed. You both walked up to the dead animal and Mereoleona quickly tore off one of it's legs.

“I don't know about this one...” you muttered, the boar's meat looked purple and had a strange texture and smell to it.

“Maybe we should find a different animal...” You muttered. You both weren't starving at, it was only 6 hours since you two ate so you could find something safer than this strange purple boar.

“Come on Y/N, don't be a wuss, I'm sure it's safe to eat!” Mereo sneered, cooking the meat a bit with her fire magic and biting a large chunk from the boar's leg she snatched off. You sighed heavily, looking off into the surrounding forest.

“I'll find something safer to eat, someone's gonna need to be healthy enough to protect us in case of danger....” you said, Mereo just ignored you and continued eating the unsettling purple meat. You walked off into the forest, leaving a small trail with your light magic in case you got lost.

You came back, dragging a large deer like creature over your shoulder. Mereoleona had already eaten 3/4ths of the boar already, you just set the deer down and put some logs in a pile.

She threw a fireball at the wood and it quickly caught fire immediately. You teared a leg off from the deer, you needed food and you weren't taking any chances with that nasty purple boar.

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“Mph... What's going on with you...” Mereo muttered quietly, you looked up at her but she has he back turned. She was just talking to herself. You ignored her and continued looking around in the grass for safe to eat mushrooms.

Eventually finding nothing, you stopped searching and crawled closer over to the fire. You stared at it for a bit, slightly mesmerized by the way it flowed.

“Ow—”

You looked over at Mereo again. She rested on her side, still facing away from you.

“Something's wrong with my tummy...”

She muttered quietly to herself, curled up in a ball.

You crawled over to her and poked her. She jumped up and backed away, growling at you.

“What do you want...” Mereo asked, curling up on her side, facing away from you again. She whimpered softly before you said anything.

“I told you not to eat that boar meat....” you said, sitting down beside her. She glared up at you. She knew you were right, but she was too stubborn to admit it.

“My stomach won’t stop gurgling….” she whined. She blushed, realizing what she said and hid her face. “I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING” she yelled, curling into herself. You heard her belly rumble lowly.

“Do you want help....?” you asked, resting a hand on her shoulder. She growled, staring up at you but sat up. She exposed her belly to you, silently accepting your offer.

You put a hand on her bloated stomach. It felt warm and bubbly under your hand. Her stomach was bulging out over her pants. It was also starting to gurgle really noisily. Mereo's belly churned painfully loud and she cringed nauseously.

“Come on! Don't just sit there! I mean sure, it's probably the first time you've touched a woman but stop sitting there all starstruck!” she yelled. Her face was tomato red from blushing so heavily.

You giggled, moving your hand down. You rubbed the underside of her churning belly. She closed her eyes tightly, biting her lip.

“Watch that hand...” she snarled.

Mereoleona sat up straight and grabbed her heavy belly with both hands and let out the biggest burp ever released. It was like a roar that just grew louder and nastier when it rumbled up her throat for close to seven straight seconds.

Mereoleona winced and held a fist to her mouth in time to give a really chunky closed mouth burp. More than gas was threatening to rise up her throat.

Her hand slowly ran up and down the round crest of her bulging tummy. You rubbed both sides of her belly. She whined as you squeezed the sides of her belly.

“S-Stop...” Mereo whined, shifting a bit as her belly churned. She cradled her belly while you rubbed the top of her.

You began rubbing her bulging belly. As you sat there rubbing it Mereoleona's stomach churned so hard that it actually made her skin ripple a little. Immediately Mereo's eyes widened and she clamped her mouth shut.

“...Ohh fuck me...” She groaned out miserably and palmed her heavy belly which hung lower. It churned noisily which made Mereo's face go even green. You tried to massage it but it was just too full to matter. Nothing was going to settle her heavy tummy.

Especially not when his belly gave another terribly loud belly rippling gurgle.

Mereo clamped her eyes shut and groaned miserably while she cupped her unbearably heavy tummy with one hand. You were still hesitant about touching her, but you kissed her belly.

A really gross sounding burp exited her mouth. It was too wet to be relieving. She leaned forward and grabbed her knees. Mereo brought a fist to her mouth and gave a really chunky and gross closed mouth burp that left her spitting on the grass. You quickly moved and sat behind her, rubbing the side of her belly.

“I really shouldn't have eaten that meat...” Mereo whined as her belly gave a thick bubble. You rubbed it a little but she pushed you away.

She looked like she was trying to burp again but was struggling to get it up. Mereo huffed and you gave her tummy a few pats. A choked burp left her mouth.

When Mereo tried to make herself burp again it was unfortunately too forceful. Halfway into it Mereo's throat hitched and a stream of thick chunky vomit spewed out of her mouth and onto the grass.

Mereo violently vomited up half digested purple bile that splattered disgustingly all over the grass. She was drooling profusely afterwards and groaning weakly. Another loud burp echoed out of her mouth and with it another nasty wave of sick.

Mereoleona spent the next moment painfully expelling the contents of her tummy out onto the grass. Her bloated belly seemed to deflate a little with the nasty expulsion of its contents.

Mereo threw up more and more meat and bile.It hurt immensely because of the especially thick loads of sick. Mereo teared up and gasped heavily while her tummy gurgled nastily.

You tried to rub her belly and settle it down but that did nothing to help. A large burp escaped her mouth and with it came another stream of more chunky vomit. She continued throwing up until her tummy was considerably smaller than before.

After it finally felt like her stomach was done, Mereo flopped on the grass. She spat onto the ground and moaned while her hands wrapped around her painfully churning tummy.

“Unnnf...oh god...” She moaned tearfully while holding her aching tummy in both hands. You wiped her mouth clean with your forearm and ran your hands up and down her pained belly.

“Let's get some rest... We'll head home in the morning...” you mumbled, she silently agreed and fell asleep almost immediately.

[1engele]

daybreak | sal fisher x fem!reader - 8. solo

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[warnings: underage drinking, smoking, weed, near death experience?, crying]

"never have i dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul." — You leave the roof late in the night. Sal had gotten up and retreated into his apartment a little while earlier—but you'd decided to stay and make sure he didn't come back there.

Three days pass. They all consist of fleeting glances and irresolute tension. Things remain the same with the group dynamic, except for between you and Sal. Neither of you seem to know how to continue from that conversation on the roof. No one else notices, though. They'd never suspected anything from the beginning, it seems.

The beginning of your involvement with Sal involved a little bit of buildup and then a snap which resulted in a sexual encounter (or two).

Now it was a bit different. Now things were a little less lighthearted.

It's a Saturday—you'd planned to spend it inside as usual. That's until your phone starts ringing.

You flip your phone open, read over the contact, and answer the call.

"Hi, Ash."

"Y/N," she starts. You hear the excitement to continue in her voice. "There's a party tonight."

"Oh?" You get up from your seat on your bed.

"Some stoner Larry has connections with invited him and said to bring friends. He wants to bring us—save for Todd. He doesn't do parties."

"Wait," your eyebrows furrow. "Me?"

"Yeah!" She says from the other end of the line. "It'll be fun. Cmon."

You bite your lip nervously, anxiety knotting in your stomach. "I don't know. I've never really.."

Ashley is momentarily silent on the other line. She must be contemplating what to say to convince you. "Sal's coming too. Parties aren't necessarily his thing, either—so maybe you guys could try it out together?"

You open your mouth and then promptly close it. Something inside of you suddenly really wanted to go to this party. "Um... alright. Okay."

"Cool! What're you gonna wear?"

You look toward the drawer that contained your clothes and bit your lip. "Not sure yet. I'll update you on that."

"Okay, don't forget to text me! See you at eight."

The call declined from the other line. The phone that held the phone to your ear slipped into your lap. You pressed your lips together and tried to ignore the familiar feeling of sickening nausea and anxiety.

You don't rush yourself on getting ready for the party, because the time you're due to be done won't be for a while.

You take your time with the hours you have. You shower, take your time on eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss—and finally decide on what you'll wear.

You decide on a square neck white cropped tank with short sleeves and your nicest pair of light blue, slightly washed out jeans. You slid on your favorite, sort of chunky white sneakers over white socks.

It isn't long after you finish when Ashley calls and informs you she's arrived at the apartments and Larry and Sal have already joined her out in the car. You give yourself a once-over in the mirror and then leave the apartment.

Your mother was nowhere to be found. She's either at work or drinking with her coworkers.

Once you've opened the door and climbed into the Ford Fiesta, you immediately realize your predicament—Sal is the only person in the backseat with you.

The drive there is decently long and painfully tense. Neither you nor Sal know how to speak to each other, so no words are exchanged beneath the heavy metal music emitting from the radio.

When you finally arrive at the party, it's recognizably crowded, drunken teenagers are flowing from the front door, in and out, and there's a good amount on the lawn. The newest radio hit is playing on a considerably loud speaker, and the vibrations are notable even from a distance.

"Woah," Larry says, staring at the house as Ashley pulls onto the side of the road. "Didn't realize he was so popular."

You all exit the Ford Fiesta and cross the road. You cringe as you watch someone vomit onto the grass, and another person ripping from a bong in the wide open.

Smoke flies into your face and your eyes as you enter the home. You cough, waving a hand as you blindly follow after your friends.

Eventually, the four of you find yourself on two couches directly facing each other. You on one, Larry and Ashley on the other. Sal is stood to the side.

Larry materializes a bottle of Fireball that you guessed he stole from someone on the way in, opens the cap with his teeth, and takes several gulps.

"Where did you get that?" Ashley laughs over the music, pulling the sleeves of her lavender sweater over her hands.

"Stole it," he looks to Sal and directs the bottle toward him. "Want some?"

"Sure," Sal replies, to your surprise—taking it from Larry's grasp and walking away and in your direction.

"You're drinking that?" You ask him, testing the waters.

"No, actually," you watch Sal round to the other side of the couch to linger behind you. "I'm limiting him. He'll thank me later."

Once he's out of your field of vision, you tip your head back and gaze up at him—your perspective on him being upside down. Your gaze zeroes in on the bottle of Fireball he's clutching in his hand.

"Hey," you say, meeting his eyes. "Give me some."

It was time to give him that excuse—the excuse to break the ice.

He leans in a bit, gesturing toward you with the bottle. "You want it?"

A grin pulls at your glossed lips. Instead of reaching for the bottle, you open your mouth and tilt your chin up.

Sal looks on for a moment but laughs once he realizes what you want. Everyone else at the couches seem decently distracted with each other and the overall environment—so he doesn't seem to worry about it too much.

He reaches his hand around and towards your neck, gripping your jaw in his fingers and holding you firmly. You feel his cold rings press into your skin when he tips your head further back just a bit—and then steadily pours a shot-amount of Fireball into your mouth with his other hand.

Sal stops at the right time, looks on as you pull back and sit up, and cautiously watches the back of your head as you assumedly swallow the whisky. But when you turn a bit in your seat to peer at him over your shoulder, you're holding your mouth closed and pressing a closed fist to your lips while soundlessly giggling.

"What?" He laughs, a hand moving to the top of the couch. He leans in a bit. "Can you not swallow it?"

Your shoulders shake slightly as you continue to laugh. You shake your head up and down.

"Do you need to spit it out?" Sal asks, his tone warming into concern.

You shake your head from side to side. You meet his eyes and swallow, gasping as the liquid slides down your throat and burns all the way down. You cough, the flavor of cinnamon and what tasted like Big Red gum overloaded your senses.

"God," you breathe out, giggling all the while. The alcohol is gross but you're feeling good. "It's not great."

"Yeah, that's why I'm holding Larry off, so he won't be puking his guts out later."

You look up to the boy, who's sat on the arm of the couch opposite to you. He's busy talking to some equally stoned guy, so you can't manage to catch his eye—but you catch Ashley's.

She had this look of astonishment on her face.

Had she been watching what happened? When Sal poured Fireball in your mouth?

Your face grew hot thinking about it.

Sal wanders away from you again, and you find yourself drinking more than you should. Eventually, your rationality disappears.

It's been a few hours and Sal hasn't seen you for a while. So when he hears about a girl wearing a white crop top walking across the roof of the house, he feels like he's going to vomit.

It takes him a record time of 6 seconds to get out of the door and onto the lawn. Upon looking up at the roof, his suspicions are confirmed. He shoulders past multiple people to place himself near the front of the crowd and gazes up in horror.

"Sal!" You yell, gesturing toward him with something between a wave and a point. "I'd recognize that hair anywhere!"

Multiple heads within the crowd turn away from you and towards him. He puts aside his social anxiety and the wave of unease that washes over his body and tries to focus on you. "Please come down," he rushes out, raising his voice just enough for it to be audible over the crowd.

You laugh like he's told a hilarious joke and he quickly realizes his mistake. That's the worst thing he could've told your intoxicated self. You move toward the edge of the roof, shaky and uncoordinated. "You want me to jump?"

"No!" He exclaims, his hands flying up, fingers splayed. "No. Don't do that!"

"Holy shit!" He hears Larry shout from somewhere closer to the front door of the house. Sal guesses he's just now catching wind of the current situation. Moments after, both of his brunette friends are at his side.

"What the hell is going on?!" Ashley yells, verdant eyes glued to the sight before them.

You lost your balance once again, but this time a bit worse—your foot catching on a shingle on the roof and effectively knocking the red solo cup out of your hand. It dropped onto the downward slope of the roof and the liquor inside of it spilled down the side.

Whenever Sal witnessed the toe of your white sneaker catch onto that shingle, he felt as though his very soul had been ripped from his body. Immediately after he watched you regain your footing and stable yourself, though—his heartbeat calmed to a steadier pace.

"I'm going up there," he stated beneath the chatter.

Both Ashley and Larry's heads whipped toward him.

"You'll kill yourself!" Larry exclaims incredulously. Ashley opens her mouth to assumedly second Larry's statement, but Sal cuts her off by walking away.

"Not before she does," he mutters, pushing his way through the density of bodies and forcing his way through the front door. His senses are disoriented like he's been submerged beneath water as the volume of the music scratched at his eardrums and pulsed the innards of his skull. Adrenaline courses through his blood like a drug whilst he shoulders past both mindlessly drunk and carelessly high teenagers.

Sal doesn't spare them a second glance, but their unconcern does remain in his mind. The fact that they're continuing their lives while he feels as though something that's growing into something of importance in his is about to be taken from him... it's mind-numbing.

He's never been an optimistic person, he's always tried to view things in the way they're most likely to happen—and all that's beneath that two-story house is a long drop and concrete. If you fall, you'll break your head open and you'll die.

He finally makes it to the stairs. He makes a break for it then, tripping over his own feet multiple times. Anything could happen in this amount of time, and he knew no one else was going to help him.

Sal's thoughts grow more and more disordered as he navigates the dark halls of the house. The music seems to have only grown louder, the deafening mixture of guitar and drums taunting him.

He remembers the window on the outside of the house. Sal estimates which room it would be, locates it, and approaches the door. He turns the knob, but it doesn't fully rotate.

The door is locked from the inside. Of course. Who would have a party and leave the bedroom unlocked so people could fuck all over your comforter?

He bites out a curse only he hears and prepares himself to force the door open.

Sal grabs the doorknob tightly, prepares himself, and rams the side of his body into the wood. He doesn't even feel the pain, just does it again, and again.

He goes until that half of his body is numb.

The door finally budges, and he wastes no time entering the room. He doesn't hesitate when he reaches the double-hung window he'd been seeking. He grips it at the bottom and pulls it up and open, clenching his teeth together painfully.

Sal stares out at the vastness of the night, the golden streetlights, and how they shine down on the crowd of people below him. They all seem to be looking at the same place, up, but not at him—and he can only swallow thickly.

Carefully, Sal moves to sit on the windowsill, gripping what was above him tightly, his legs outside. He then ducks to leave the room and shivers as cool air hits the front of his neck.

He starts walking the roof, steadily—like his life depends on it. Because.. it does.

Or yours. Yours depends on it.

"Y/N!" Sal calls as he finally reaches a point where you're in his line of sight. Momentarily, he's worried he'd scared you. But you turn your head, meet his eyes, and smile. Despite that, your face spells fear all over it. Something must have sobered you up a bit while he'd been inside.

"I'm going to come to you. Do not walk towards me!"

You blink lazily, because you were drunk, and nodded. You shivered, hugging yourself. It didn't seem to do much, though. Your arms were bare.

"Fuck," he breathes, gazing down at the fall that could await him if he misstepped and immediately reverted his gaze. Blood rushes between his ears as he steadily makes his way towards you.

"Please don't fall!" You suddenly exclaim, your hair tussling in the breeze. A strand blows over your face, so you quickly raise a hand to move it back in place.

He looks up from his feet and stares you in the eyes. "I won't," he affirms, you and himself, continuing across the roof. "Just stay put, okay?"

It doesn't take long to get over to you. He's mostly sober, so it isn't hard on that part. What's difficult is calming his steady heart.

He's not scared of falling. Not necessarily scared of injury or death. But he is scared of not making it to you.

Once he's at an arms reach of your shaking form, he reaches out a hand, palm facing the darkness of the sky.

You seem to read his mind, slowly grabbing his hand. Sal maneuvers your joint hands to where your palms press together and your fingers are interlaced. He doesn't know if it's the blood rushing through his ears or the distance from the ground, but it's as if everything below becomes very quiet.

You meet his gaze, your pretty eyes glossy with tears. The eyeliner you were wearing had just begun to collect beneath your lower lash line.

He squeezes your hand and leads you to be in front of him.

It's not long after that that he's gotten you off of the roof. Sal watches you slip through the open window before turning toward the density of people beneath him on the ground. He breathes in as he catches both Larry and Ashley's eyes—he can't read their expressions, but he wouldn't be surprised if there was shock written all over it—and then ducks back into the window.

As soon as the window is shut and it meets the windowsill once more, Sal whips his head toward you. "Y/N-"

Before he'd saw your face, and the language of your body as you were sat on the edge of the bed, he was going to scold you, and then go downstairs and find you some water and sober you up—all of that falls down the drain when he sees the stream of tears falling down your face. Every time you blink, more drop—quickly staining your cheeks with black makeup.

"Oh," he breathes, suddenly speechless. "Y/N-"

You attempt at taking a breath in, it seems—but it's a failure because it hitches and turns into a shoulder-shaking sob.

"I'm sorry," you cry, roughly dragging the tips of your fingers beneath your eyes. This only smears the running mascara further. "I'm just drunk."

Sal momentarily feels like breaking down in tears himself, that's how much this entire ordeal stressed him out. He approaches your trembling body and crouches down in front of you.

"Hey," he says, softly. "It doesn't matter whether or not you're intoxicated. Your feelings still matter, okay?"

You sniffle, still attempting to wipe your tears away, and reluctantly nod. "I'm sorry," you try again.

He places his hands on your knees and squeezes them firmly. "It's okay."

You jerk into a sob, leaning forward and pressing the side of your face on his shoulder. You slowly tuck your arms beneath his and cross them over the expanse of his back, palms flat on each shoulder blade. The convulsive gasps were hard to stop, making it hard to breathe.

Sal breathed out softly against the prosthetic, raising his arms and encasing them around your torso.

He didn't wonder about the reason for your tears. Assuming things wouldn't help you anymore.

"I don't know why I did that," you whisper, quieting yourself to swallow your saliva. "Maybe I do. I think I was trying to prove something to myself."

He finds himself holding you tighter, your chest pressed to his, feeling your heartbeat through the fabric that separated you both—oddly enough, even at this moment, it reminds him of that night in the car. You had been even closer to him then, though.

"It was stupid," you murmured. "Why would I do that, after what we had talked about last night?"

"What if we jumped together?" he remembers saying.

"Some things can't be explained," he replies earnestly. "You don't need to know why you did what you did. It was stupid, though. I'd probably walk across the roof of a two-story house for you again, but.."

You pull back and meet his eyes, your face wet. The majority of your makeup had been cried off and your lipgloss had been smudged.

You must've sensed his examination, breaking the visual contact and sniffling. "I know I look ridiculous right now."

Sal smiles. He knows she can't see it, but maybe she'll hear it. "I don't think so," he murmurs, looking off to the side. "I think that's a bathroom. You can clean up in there if you want."

You follow his gaze and then return your eyes to his and laugh a bit. You still sound drunk, he notes. Obviously. He'd poured a good amount of Fireball into your mouth and watched you drink plenty of other things.

"Feels kinda weird using a stranger's bathroom," you laugh, your breath hitching from the earlier crying.

Sal rolls his eyes humorously, gripping your knees tighter as he pulls himself off of the floor. "The guy who lives here is Larry's friend—and a stoner. I doubt he'd mind. And if he does get mad, I'll take responsibility for it. I forced that door through, anyway.."

Your gaze swivels toward the door, which is not shut but mostly closed. When he glances to where you're looking, he notices it seems a bit.. crooked.

He inwardly cringes. "I'll pay for it. Come on."

Sal follows you into the bathroom. You seem reluctant to enter first, so he does, opening the door and reaching to the side to turn the lights on. They do what they're supposed to—eventually. They're momentarily unresponsive before becoming alive—the illumination brightening the room with a dull yellow hue.

You step onto the tile and began to search for whatever it was you needed. You kneeled at one of the cabinets below the sink, opened it, and ducked your head lower.

"Oh!" You exclaim quietly, reaching in and pulling out two things. A bottle of half-empty makeup remover and a bag of some cotton rounds.

"Maybe he has a girlfriend?" He hears you say to yourself, standing up, nudging the cabinet closed with your foot, and placing the things you found beside the sink.

Sal reaches over and closes the door. He'd rather not have to witness the sight of some drunkards wandering in and fooling around on the bed.

"Lock it," you say. "I'd rather no one- no one see me like this."

His hand was already on the doorknob, so he just reaches down a bit and locks the door.

He watches you struggle a bit with the bag of cotton rounds, trying but failing to open it, so he reaches forward and delicately plucks it out of your grasp.

Sal slides the makeup remover over and pats the place on the counter it was previously. "Sit."

You peer into his eyes inquisitively but waste no time hoisting yourself up and onto the cold surface.

After that, he plucks the bottle of makeup remover off of the counter and douses the cotton round in the liquid. He reaches forward from the distance that your knees created between the both of you, but you spread your thighs and press the heel of your shoe into his lower back, pulling him in so he's between your legs.

Sal doesn't see it suggestively, because you're drunk—but he's glad you asked him to lock the door because, with his luck, Larry or Ashley would find their way into the bathroom and get all of the wrong ideas.

The firmness just beneath his navel presses into the edge of the counter as he cups one side of your face and began wiping away at the eyeliner and mascara and everything it messed up.

"Thank you," you say sweetly, blinking at him with appreciation in your eyes. "Where'd you learn how to do that?"

He remembers a silhouette. Her back was turned to him, golden hair cascading just past her shoulder blades. He remembers blue eyes that looked a lot like his own staring into a mirror, a hand which adorned a wedding ring wiping away makeup from the day.

"Read it on the label of the bottle," he replies, meeting your eyes and looking away.

As he's finishing up, he hears a rapping of knuckles against the locked door. He tosses the used cotton rounds into a trash bin in the corner and then locks eyes with you curiously.

"Occupied," he calls out, still looking at you. The knocking only gets louder, which makes you laugh.

"He said it's occupied!" You yell over the unintelligible music downstairs, your words breaking into a giggle. You press your knees against his waist, and he doesn't even realize it when his hands meet your thighs.

The knocking ceases, fading into a voice. "Is that you guys in there?"

Fucking Larry. Speak of the goddamn devil—that's what he would've said if he'd come knocking sooner.

The both of you seem to be thinking the same thing, locking eyes in terror. You quickly get off of the counter, and Sal unlocks the door and swings it open.

Sure enough, he's standing there—in all of his glory and highness. Larry blinks, the whites of his glossy eyes tinted red. He looks between the both of you before speaking. "Why were.."

"I had to pee," You choose to deadpan.

Sal feels himself grow even paler than he already is. "I came in.. after.. that."

Larry intakes a mouthful of whatever is in the red solo cup he's holding in his tan, lanky fingers, and swallows thickly. "Okay," he croaks, instinctively cringing as the alcohol passed through his chest. He gestured the cup toward you. "Uh..crazy stunt you pulled up there, huh?"

Sal saw your face shift in his peripheral vision. "Huge lapse of judgment," you reply.

"Nobody could tell who you were, so don't worry about that," the brunette smiles a bit. He returns his attention to Sal. "They've started playing country," sure enough, Sal hears the sound of a banjo from the speakers downstairs, effectively punctuating Larry's statement.

"Yeah.." Larry mumbles, sipping his drink and looking up and through his eyebrows. "Ash said to come find you guys so we can leave."

It doesn't take much, after that.

As you're leaving, Larry pulls the door open and furrows his brow at the condition of the hinges. "Wow. How old is this thing?" He mumbles.

Sal hears you snort.

The three of you descend the stairs, skirting past countless teenagers standing on the steps drinking or smoking. Sal makes the mistake of letting you fall behind and feels you stumble and smack him in the back. It's easy to steady himself, quickly gripping the railing—but he's concerned about you, so he turns around.

A guy with a cigarette balancing in his teeth is eying you with frustration pulling at his features. His gaze pulls from your face and down your body absentmindedly.

"Watch it," he murmurs.

"Sorry," you breathe, jerking your head away and meeting Sal's eyes worriedly. Keep walking, you express in the hues of your eyes.

Sal reaches forward and interlaces your fingers with his as he'd done on the roof. He makes a show of it, too—so the guy with the cigarette sees the rings on both of his hands. Sal gives him a distinct look when they lock eyes, rolls his jaw, and lets you lead him down the stairs, instead of the other way around.

By the time you're all nearly shot from weaving through the multitude of sweaty bodies and navigating through plumes of smoke thicker than fog, the three of you find Ashley petting what he'd assume is the host's dog.

No one questions it.

"You good to drive?" Larry asks, placing his cup on a nearby surface.

"Oh, yeah," she rises from her crouch beside the dog. The animal walks away, his golden tail wagging excitedly at the next person who would give him pets. "A gross sip of something put me off of drinking tonight a while earlier. And, uh.. the whole roof thing dried me out."

You sigh. "I'm sorry about that. It sobered me up, too."

She shakes her head, a wispy strand of light brown hair falling over her face. "It was stupid, yes, and I hope you don't do it again, but all that matters now is that you're safe."

Ashley blinks kind green eyes at you and smiles, reaching forward, taking your hand, and leading you away. Sal hears you laugh and follow after her as both of you head for the front door.

He turns to look at Larry once he loses sight of both of you in the crowd. He examines Sal with bleary dark eyes and looks as though he's about to say something, but he doesn't get to.

Even over the blaring country music, Sal hears a yell and then some fearful shouting. He whips around toward the sounds, which were toward the front of the house.

Red and blue flashing lights shine through the windows.

"Shit!"

"Ah, fuck," Larry groaned, nimbly wrapping his fingers around Sal's wrist and dragging him into the density of the panicked crowd. "Did you see where they went?"

Sal shakes his head. "No," he knows you're intoxicated. Panic settles in. He chews his lip, his eyes desperately scamming for a girl wearing a white top squared at the neck—you. "Y/N's had a lot to drink, Larry. If the police-"

"Don't worry about the Five-O, let's worry about the girls," Larry replies absentmindedly, keeping his firm hold on Sal.

"They must've gone to the Ford," Sal shouts over the music, which, for some reason, is still playing. "We were leaving anyway. I'm sure they're in the car."

Larry releases Sal and motions toward the back of the house. "There's a back door. I'll text Ashley and tell her to drive down the block and we can meet them on foot."

It was an agreeable plan. Waltzing out of the house and walking straight up to the car wouldn't be wise.

Larry does what he'd said he'd do. Turns out, Sal was right, they had made it to the car moments before the police had rolled up. Ashley informed him it was two squad cars and four officers. Seemed like overkill for a house party—but he wouldn't know. He didn't do this often.

When Larry was on the phone, Sal was very tempted to ask about Y/N, but refrained.

On the way to the back door, they crossed through the kitchen. Larry snatched an unopened bottle of alcohol of a brand Sal didn't recognize and carried it along with him for the road.

As soon as they made it out of the house, they both made a break for it, running between houses and into multiple different backyards on their way.

They slowed down once they were at a measurable distance from the party, gasping for air. Sal panted against the prosthetic, placing his hands on his knees and slowing his gasps into slow breaths, attempting to calm his racing heart.

They stood on the side of the road, the music in the distance (albeit a lot quieter) still pounding into the night.

Sal lowered himself down onto the curb. Larry joined him, raising the bottle he'd chose to bring with him to his mouth, and opened the steel cap with his teeth. He spits it onto the road and gestures it toward Sal.

"Bottoms up," he said, bringing it to his lips and taking several gulps.

Sal rolled his eyes playfully, eyebrows rising as Ashley's Ford Fiesta cruised down the road and slowed to a stop in front of them. He stood up from the curb and pulled Larry off of it as well.

They entered the car, sliding into the backseat. Larry continued to down the beer he'd found as Ashley turned around in her seat.

"The night's still young," she says. "Any ideas of what we could do?"

It's really not. Sal's a bit disoriented so he doesn't know what time it is but he wouldn't be surprised if it was 3 AM.

You then turn around in the passenger seat and grin mischievously. "Let's go to the lake."

Oh, great.

[softpine]

oh that’s a good question!! unfortunately, i don’t have too much planned for her :( she’s at a weird age compared to the rest of the cast, so if i wanted to develop a story for her, i would have to add in a whole new group of characters and i just don’t want to do that to you guys 😭 for the foreseeable future, sadie will serve the plot by being adorable and giving the adults something to do lol

“If you think I'm letting you get on that plane alone, you're out of your damn mind.”

oh god i could never do the not so berry thing fjkjsd any amount of berry is too much berry for me 😔 but i actually think about everyone’s style so much, because if i had planned ahead from the beginning and chosen an actual time period for every generation, we could’ve had something cool like:

the 70s/80s: rosie (business chic and lots of pant suits) and isa (casual punk aging into grunge)

the 90s/00s: caroline (she hit all the styles; grunge, punk, and goth, but i think of her most often as wearing riot grrrl fashion), danny (whatever this is), beth (the least questionable of the 2000s fashion choices), and mikaela (the MOST questionable of the 2000s fashion choices).

everyone else’s style would be the same!! 💖

“They can use their legs, but they prefer to travel by way of pants pockets. Their primary form of nutrition is nachos. They mostly communicate in squeaks and giggles, but if you're lucky, you might just hear them say ‘boo-yah’.”

dark chocolate reese's cups are my favorite!! i'm really picky about candy; i only like it if it has chocolate in it. but i don't like caramel or nuts or marshmallows or like anything chunky in it... basically i'm way more of a baked goods person than a candy person!! but anyway here's some for my characters (i combined these from some previous asks if they seem familiar lol) 💖

asa: banana laffy taffy. no other kind of laffy taffy.

elaine: any type of coffee that's more cream & sugar than coffee

jada: she's also not a candy person, but she'll take a little debbie snack cake

stevie: pixy stix, sour patch kids, atomic fireballs, warheads (basically anything that will light your taste buds up in some type of way lmaoo)

finn: candy cigarettes bc when he was a kid his parents would send him out to buy their cigarettes, so the cashier would throw some candy cigarettes in for him as a joke

casper: pop & energy drinks, especially mountain dew. he also keeps gum on him at all times just for the purpose of handing it out and striking up a conversation with people

sorry this got so long fjkjsd

i'm sorry :( i know, i hate how slow i am & how busy i've been. someday it'll be finished and you can go back and binge it lmao :')

[aardwolfpack]

Music for Surfing and Spying

Aloha Enola (the Waterboarders, 2018)

Apache (Jørgen Ingmann, 1961)

Arabesque (the Ventures, 1966)

Bermuda Triangle Shorts (Way out West, 2007)

Black Black Magic of Love (Messer Chups, 2008)

The Bub Light (Rod Freeman & the Blue Men, 1960)

The Chase (John Baker, 1968)

Chunky Macapuno (the Metrolites, 2006)

Crossbeat (David Cain, 1967)

The Cruel Sea (the Dakotas, 1963)

Diabolik Criminal (the Metrolites, 2006)

Diamond Head (the Ventues, 1964)

Fireball [Instrumental Version] (the Barry Gray Orchestra, 1962)

Ghost Riders in the Sky (the Ventures, 1961)

Green Onions (Booker T. & the M.G.’s, 1962)

The Happy Organ (Dave Cortez, 1959)

High Wire (Edwin Astley & His Orchestra, 1964)

Joe 90 (the Barry Gray Orchestra, 1968)

Let’s Go Trippin’ (Dick Dale & the Del-Tones, 1961)

Lonely (the Lovin’ Spoonful, 1966)

The Lonely Surfer (Jack Nitzsche, 1963)

Love Dance of the Sarooes (Rod Freeman & the Blue Men, 1960)

Malibu Babylon (the Blue Stingrays, 1997)

A Man in a Suitcase (the Barry Gray Orchestra, 1967)

Memoirs at the End of the World Theme (the Postmarks, 2009)

The Missing Jewel (John Baker, 1968)

Moon Dawg! (the Gamblers, 1959)

Orbit Around the Moon (Rod Freeman & the Blue Men, 1960)

Out of Limits (the Marketts, 1963)

Penetration (the Pyramids, 1963)

Percolator (Billy Joe & the Checkmates, 1962)

Peter Gunn (Duane Eddy, 1959)

Pipeline (the Chantays, 1962)

Psyché Rock (Pierre Henry, 1967)

Ramrod (the Challengers, 1963)

Red River Rock (Johnny & the Hurricanes, 1959)

Ridin’ the Wind (the Tornados, 1962)

The Rocking Surfer (the Beach Boys, 1963)

Sea Sports (John Baker, 1968)

Slaughter on Tenth Avenue (the Postmarks, 2008)

Sleep Walk (Santo & Johnny, 1959)

Spring Is Nearly Here (the Shadows, 1962)

Subterranea (the Aqua Velvets, 1997)

Surf Jam (the Beach Boys, 1963)

Surfing and Spying (the Go-Go’s, 1981)

Tear Drop (Santo & Johnny, 1960)

Telstar (the Tornados, 1962)

Theme for Young Lovers (the Shadows, 1964)

Today We Kill, Tomorrow We Spy (the Metrolites, 2006)

The Twistin’ Ghost (Max Crook, 1962)

Visa to the Stars (Jean-Jacques Perrey & Gershon Kingsley, 1966)

Wipe Out [Extended Version] (the Surfaris, 1963)

[thanksjro]

Robots in Disguise (2012), #1-22- A Recap, For Reference Purposes

Before we begin with “Dark Cybertron”, a lightning round style recap on the 22 issues that took place in the sister series to MTMTE, Robots in Disguise; just so we know what’s up with all the folks who didn’t hitch a ride on the Lost Light.

Here’s the Story So Far, since it’s been a minute.

Now for the nitty gritty.

Cybertron is a literal hellscape, as established in The Death of Optimus Prime, the very flora of the planet trying to murder anything that comes within a few miles of the surface. This has caused a massive economic slump in the tourist trap towns, who surely will not survive without the summertime revenue. Truly, life is cruel and not worth living.

Bumblebee narrates, as we show off all the weirdoes who live on Cybertron now. Bumblebee tries to greet a new batch of arrivals, as Metalhawk actively attempts to make him look like Satan incarnate, because all the NAILs have gone full ACAB at this point.

A robot who looks like he’s wearing a beanie commits vandalism and is then subjected to violence via Decepti-cop.

This is more or less the flavor for RID as a whole. You have been warned.

Prowl breaks someone’s hand just because he can. Blurr is made to arrest someone for disturbing the peace, even though he’s, like, basically the only guy on the Autobots who isn’t a cop. Bumblebee doesn’t believe in democracy.

Ratbat is the leader of the Decepticons, even though Soundwave is right friggin’ there. We establish that the military state is in full swing. Prowl commits a microaggression against a Senator. Ratbat gets pissy about his guys going out to beat people up, not because it violates his moral sensibilities, but because it benefits the Autobots.

Probably that you’re killing people by remote control, in as horrified a tone as he could manage, because that’s FUCKING EVIL. Seems pretty straightforward to me.

Prowl says to cancel the memorial for the Lost Light, because he thinks the Decepticons are up to something. Which they are.

Everyone hates the Autobots. Like, everyone.

Ironhide runs away from a murderous hedge and smashes into a wall. Prowl has a talk with a mysterious individual about his feelings during a romantic sunset.

Metalhawk releases hat guy from prison. He and Bumblebee have a little chat, during which he tries to gaslight the little guy. Bumblebee explodes Horri-Bull’s head in front of at least 30 people.

Except he actually didn’t, because the chips don’t actually work. T’was a ruse! Starscream enters the narrative. Ratbat used to be an actual person and not just a bat. Sideswipe wants to shoot someone. Bumblebee tasers a man unprovoked; guess he’s picked up a little paranoia from that time he got shot.

Starscream calls Prowl ugly, then spills the beans on Ratbat’s plan to kill Bumblebee at the memorial, solely because he thinks Ratbat is an idiot. Needlenose and Skywarp beat up a NAIL to work through their emotions.

Bumblebee shows a snuff film to hundreds of people at the memorial. Skywarp tries to frame a NAIL for murder, but Prowl says nuts to that idea, through the power of dramatic irony.

Long Haul tells a fib. Bumblebee and Metalhawk agree to work together. Ratbat gets turned into chunky salsa by Arcee, who will use the excuse of self-defense if questioned. Starscream pulls some fucking bullshit and third-wheels the agreement between Bumblebee and Metalhawk.

Ratbat’s death is played off as a suicide. Blurr is still a cop. Starscream is helpful. There’s a guy who looks like a frog, and I don’t care for what his eyes are doing.

Frog guy explodes, because nature is a cruel mistress.

Wheeljack has a hell of a time trying to answer the phone in the middle of an economic debate. Prowl is paranoid. Starscream handles the housing crisis. Wheeljack visits the hospital and causes a scene. Another explosion happens, killing dozens, including this guy:

You will be missed, Tiddytron.

Wheeljack realizes that the moon is trying to kill everyone, so he shoots missiles at the problem. The Aerialbots fuck off into the wilderness.

The Decepticons get some perks now that Starscream’s a government employee. Starscream destroys the military state through the power of talking over people. Prowl and his cronies investigate a murder at the trash factory.

Bombshell is arrested for thought crime, and spills the beans on the I/D chips not working. Prowl has Dirge on a chain for some reason, and it ends up causing nothing but trouble. Blurr runs every red light in the city to make a citizen’s arrest, and gets his ass kicked by a bunch of construction workers. Prowl has a complex about Spike Witwicky.

Prowl fixes the I/D chip issue and things go poorly for the construction workers. Blurr gets upset about having his ass kicked by construction workers. Prowl is very paranoid, even as he has a borderline pinup panel devoted to his weird robot bellybutton and positively ridiculous cinched waist. I begin to worry about how much I’m learning about Andrew Griffith’s tastes.

The poetry shark shows up.

Arcee reveals a little bit about herself, and I shed a tear as I shake my fist in the general direction of England, cursing Simon Furman’s name.

Metalhawk brings Sky-Byte to a literal trashcan fire to meet his buddies, and they all rag on the Autobots for a while.

Ironhide goes joyriding and finds Sky-Byte Oh Yorick-ing a Sweep’s head. Turns out they have a history. Blurr reveals his dream to own a bar. Metalhawk brings up the fact that setting up a group of folks to have their heads explode if they step out of line is some dystopian bullshit.

Sky-Byte meets up with his old buddy Swindle, and gets the skinny on the bullshit that’s being pulled on this brand-new Cybertron. Everything goes to shit very quickly. Streetwise gets set on fire. Prowl needs to stop. Ironhide commits violence against the general populace, then advocates for the removal of the I/D chips.

Blurr opens a bar, and it’s dinosaur-friendly. Prowl commits property damage on a table, because he’s tablephobic. Ironhide reveals the future.

Shockwave sends an entire race of Big Birds to their frozen demise. Orion Friggin’ Pax comes back into the narrative, in the middle of his giant fuck-off-from-responsibility space adventure. Wheelie and Garnak are here, which is cool, I guess. Jhiaxus yells a bunch, and Orion decides to go to Big Bird planet.

It’s farkin’ cold in here.

Orion and Hardhead talk about Rodimus’ tumultuous relationship with death. Shockwave is the only person in the universe who understands quantum mechanics. Monstructor wakes up from his cryo-sleep. Wheelie and Garnak are grievously wounded, and the patch job seems less than medically sound, since we’ve just put a screw into Garnak’s orbital socket to hold his eye-patch in place. Orion walks into a trap, knowingly and willingly.

Wheeljack does some espionage, even though Mirage is right friggin’ there. Turmoil swings by Cybertron to say hello- the Decepticon, not the emotional state. Drift is outed as a war criminal- well, more so than originally thought. Turmoil has a time machine.

Sky-Byte and Jazz team up for slam poetry night. Blurr tells Metalhawk a story. Wheeljack’s espionage adventure goes poorly. Turmoil gets trapped in a hamster ball. Wheeljack and Metalhawk get trapped in a hamster ball.

The Dinobots and Ironhide go on a camping trip. Starscream craves democracy. Skylynx is a glorified taxi. Slag hasn’t changed his name yet, despite half of the people working for IDW being from the UK. Swoop breaks down IDW Phase Two to its bare essentials.

Prowl sits on someone’s desk, because he doesn’t respect tables. Slag’s face is on fire all the time, and it’s sort of distracting. Swindle bothers Shockwave. Ironhide is attacked by the Dinobots.

Bumblebee sits outside and has some Night Thoughts. Cybertron wants everyone to stick together, and God help you if you don’t. Bumblebee is beginning to develop a complex. Blurr is upset with himself. Ravage and the Reflectors go on an adventure. The time machine isn’t actually a time machine. The time machine disappears.

Ironhide finds the Aerialbots, who have been combinered by the horrors of new Cybertron. Everyone yells at Bumblebee.

We get a taste of Old World Cybertronian propaganda, where everyone talks in the third person, as is tradition. Starscream gets curvier every issue. Again, I begin to worry about how much I’m learning about Andrew Griffith’s tastes.

Blurr causes an explosion in the wilderness looking for Ironhide, much to Starscream’s delight. There is a Titan under the ground, and its very existence is making reality shit the bed. Tailgate’s lies in MTMTE are so extensive, red herrings have leaked into the sister series.

Nova Prime commissioned Monstructor, and Omega Supreme hated it so much he punched it in the face.

Starscream invites a bunch of friends over to see the Titan. Brainstorm is used as a scale for end-of-the-world scenarios. Starscream is revealed to be chosen by the gods.

The Reflectors visit a planet and shit gets weird very quickly. Wheelie is about to have a goddamned stress-induced aneurysm, not that Orion particularly cares. Time nonsense is established. Wheelie-speak becomes plot-relevant. Livio Ramondelli subjects me to his nightmares’ nightmares.

Starscream gets interviewed on national television. Starscream owns a hat that makes him look like a Gundam. Omega Supreme explodes. Metalhawk flip-flops between who he’s defending like a fish on the dock. Starscream yells at Shockwave for being an instigator. Prowl and Starscream make a deal.

Arcee stabs a cat in the throat. IDW settles the debate- at least for their own continuity- and says RIRFIB. Prowl takes a fireball to the face to convince people he’s on the up-and-up. Arcee is smarter than Starscream. This asshole shows back up.

Bumblebee really, really wants to kill Megatron, but politics demand he be taken in as a POW. The fellas construct a conspiracy theory. Starscream tries to lead his peers, but it goes poorly. Not a single medical professional of Cybertronian descent actually keeps track of their patients. Maccadam’s gets several light fixtures ruined by Arcee. Wheeljack gets called a tool. Prowl shows up in his hot new body, decked out with enough weaponry to annihilate a small country and a gun that’s as big as he is.

Starscream gives Megatron a piece of his mind. The Decepticons are rioting in the streets. Prowl shows Wheeljack his toys. Arcee plays her trump card. Bumblebee tries his hand at negotiation.

Bumblebee learns a valuable lesson about leadership. Politics are hell. Megatron is released from prison. Democracy finally gets its day. Megatron enters the Black Room with his whole ass hanging out. Pretty much every Decepticon you thought was dead isn’t actually dead.

Metalhawk gets a taste of how 24/7 news has ruined everything. Prowl is revealed to be the mastermind behind all the bullshit that’s been going on the last few months, and he’s been working with Megatron. Swindle gets run over by a train. Wheeljack’s head is turned into a memory by Prowl. The crazy-making signal out in the wilderness was made by Megatron. Megatron walks in in his hot new bod, carrying his old one like his new bride. And what a pretty bride it is.

We get a literal talking heads sequence explaining just how exactly Megatron survived the events of “Chaos” and why Combiners are the bees’ knees. Prowl isn’t Prowl, but actually being controlled by Bombshell.

Dang, wonder who could have caused that, CHROMEDOME.

Prowl is released from his mind-control, and immediately plays the blame game with Bumblebee. The Constructicons and Prowl have a thing going, and show it off, much to Bumblebee’s horror.

Circuit gets given Fixit’s dialogue for some reason, and I can’t tell if this was an issue on the art side or the script side. Devastator wrecks shop. Megatron laughs at Starscream for being a loser, then crushes Bumblebee’s head like a grape. Ironhide finally shows up to the party, and he brought a veggie platter.

Jazz tries to warn the medical staff about the Combiner coming their way, but no one ever listens to Jazz. Prowl has a crisis of self. Jazz breaks up the two-man act. Megatron let Bumblebee keep his cane, proving that even heartless monsters can respect the Disabilities Act.

Ironhide and the Dinobots save the day. Superion and Devestator get into a fistfight. Prowl reaffirms his complex over Spike Witwicky. Bumblebee says some halfway transphobic shit, and I shed a tear as I shake my fist in the general direction of England, cursing Simon Furman’s name. Arcee switches sides again and stabs Bombshell in the face. Prowl takes a nap. The tides turn.

Ironhide resists Frenzy’s sonic attack through the sheer power of gumption. Skywarp says fuck this and gets out of dodge. Devastator becomes a real boy. 

Bumblebee WILL kill Megatron. Arcee makes it weird. Ironhide helps Prowl figure out his life. Bumblebee never learns. Metalhawk saves his BFF, and gets his arm shot off for his troubles. Starscream uses Metalhawk’s fuck-you-level long arm to kill a man.

Swindle carries a dude twice his size to safety with one of his arms off. Needlenose gets his just desserts. Devastator rips off his head to escape his crippling self-doubt. The Constructicons are having a hell of a day.

You said it, Hook.

Wheeljack saves the day from beyond the grave, that clever man. Metalhawk is killed by politics. Hat Guy tries to fight Bumblebee, and gets mad that he doesn’t remember his name. They’ve spoken to each other maybe once.

Metalhawk is made into a playing chip by Starscream, and also a speech writer from beyond the pale. Starscream tells everyone to get naked or fuck off, then takes off his top. All the Autobots and Decepticons who don’t want to get naked fuck off into the wilderness.

The Dark Cybertron “Prelude" issues kick in.

Shockwave and Dreadwing fly through the photorealistic sky to get to where the Titan is.

Listen here you little shit-

Shockwave shoots Dreadwing to test a theory, because ethics are for nerds.

Back when Shockwave was a hot guy with feelings, Jhiaxus was dealing with the Monstructor thing, then fucked off into space. Shockwave took the opportunity to be better than his teacher in every way, as is tradition. Proteus threw a whole-ass person across the room, because classism. Shockwave revealed himself to be a budding ecoterrorist. Shockwave joined a terrorist organization to further his own goals. Orion Pax tried to appeal to Shockwave’s softer side. Megatron killed the Senate. Shockwave replaced his shitty claws with a gun. Shockwave shot Dai Atlas in the legs and can’t explain why.

Dreadwing comes back to life, thanks to the power of Shockwave’s 14th ore.

Bumblebee has the Big Sad about Starscream being King of Iacon. Arcee doesn’t know what emotional turmoil feels like. Metalhawk’s lifeless body lays in the sun for several hours. Prowl is propositioned by the Constructicons. Arcee tells Prowl’s darkest secret, and it kills Bumblebee. Swoop is having a great time.

Arcee knows about Bumblebee being Hasbro’s golden boy. Prowl uses his manners, but only when no one can hear him. Arcee and the Constructicons get into a fight, with more flaming swords getting involved than you might expect. Slag offers to buy Arcee a drink.

Bumblebee gets a hot new body. Arcee gives herself a stick-and-poke tattoo. In a few hours, the sun will rise.

Pal, you are way ahead of schedule.

Shockwave makes a dramatic entrance.

Waspinator tells a story about the time he killed a servant of God and met death. Orion and pals visit Gorlam Prime. The Dead Universe comes into the narrative again. Wheelie has his arm blown off to keep from getting disintegrated, but he shrugs it off, because life is always awful for Wheelie.

Waspinator gets chased through the desert by Monstructor. Orion Pax acts like a dumbass. A Titan is revealed. Monstructor rides on the time-travel ship like it’s a horsey. Waspinator controls a Titan and makes it teleport. Orion plays fourth-dimensional chess, and reveals that his personal ship is named after his best friend.

Starscream talks to a corpse. Blurr tells Starscream to fuck off. A very good boy enters the narrative. The paparazzi ruin Starscream’s attempt to get underlings to do what he wants. A literal rat enters the narrative.

Starscream talks to Megatron, and I genuinely don’t have the words to explain what exactly is going on with that guy. Starscream takes a gander into the very good boy’s toolbox. The very good boy lays it on thick. Starscream destroys a man’s reputation.

Starscream breaks into Rattrap’s apartment. Rattrap becomes a government employee. Starscream talks to Wheeljack, who isn’t dead.

Soundwave has a flashback to when the Decepticons surrendered after the Chaos event, confirming that Ratbat was universally hated. Soundwave has robo-synesthesia. Shockwave is the perfect Cybertronian- Soudwave hates him for it.

Shockwave calls his teacher. Ravage judges Soundwave. The Decepticons reminisce on the time they resorted to cannibalism. Soundwave thinks mourning is for dumb babies and tells everyone to shut up because he’s big man on campus now.

Nobody deserves it more than you, babe.

The infighting begins, because no Decepticon has the ability to be halfway decent to each other, and they won’t learn that skill for a good while. Needlenose throws Blitzwing across a field and admits to having feelings. Soundwave is abandoned by the Decepticon forces.

Soundwave talks to himself in the Crystal City, then gets his ass kicked by Dreadwing.

In the past, Shockwave calls Bombshell a loser and outdoes him.

Soundwave kills Dreadwing. Shockwave hides in the shadows like a weirdo. Soundwave is done trusting Shockwave. Soundwave grabs Shockwave by the boob and yells at him. Soundwave is a hopeful guy.

In the past, Soundwave stole Ratbat’s brain and put it in a cassette, proving that space-Communism only works on paper.

Soundwave punches Shockwave in the head. Shockwave assumes Soundwave is alone, despite knowing he can contain many small men inside him.

Shockwave explodes a cat. Soundwave fires missiles at Shockwave and hits him in the tit. Shockwave would fuck Microsoft Excel if he could. Frenzy is just happy to be here- no, I didn’t mix them up, the colorist did.

Ravage is a grown-ass man. Soundwave’s synesthesia used to be a lot worse. Shockwave sends Soundwave and pals home. The Titan and Waspinator show up.

Soundwave has a face. Ravage and all the other cassettes are emotional support animals, who are also fully sapient.

Shockwave’s gonna fuck everything up.

And THAT, dear children, is the entirety of Robots in Disguise, up to issue #22. We’re all caught up and ready.