#constant-beast-mode

[bigwishes]

Bulked Up

Ryan sat in the sauna listening to his stomach grumbling once again.

He had been cutting just under 2 months and it was starting to become unbearable, His abs were starting to look incredible and the veins on his arms made him look like a giant however his constant grumbling stomach made him question if he even wanted to stick to it.

Once again his stomach grumbled and Ryan moaned out of discomfort.

"fuck dude, I wish I could be full and not starving all the time, just get to fucking eat"

Ryan's could feel what he thought was a large bubble rising up in his gut, he didn't know what the sensation was but, he slowly stopped feeling like he was starving and started to feel more content.

---

Later that night Ryan was sitting on his bed, he expected to feel like he was starving to death by now but nothing, if anything he felt ever so slightly bloated, as if he ate too much for breakfast.

His body dysmorphia began to creep back in as he saw his abs starting to slack, looking like when they were only just starting to show at the start of his cut.

Ryan stood up and wandered over to the bathroom to brush his teeth before going to bed. He looked in the mirror noticing a few extra pounds and it was only confirmed as he pinched the side of his waste to see his finder tips fill with a grip of bulk season fat.

"err, i swear I was leaner by now"

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP

A massive belch suddenly blasted out from Ryan's mouth.

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The next morning Ryan woke up and slowly rolled out of bed, something was weird, he was feeling, stuffed, like he had eaten 3 family dinners to himself, but his mind quickly faded from those thoughts when he saw himself in the mirror.

His abs were almost entirely gone at this point, his gut and muscled were bulked up and he looked like he had taken a bear mode bulk too far for over a year.

"What the fuck, how come I'm getting bigger, Ive hardly eaten anything!" Ryan's gut let out a loud grumble and his grabbed it with both hands gritting his teeth. His stomach slowly started to expand and his barely visible abs completely disappeared under his muscle gut. His muscles slowly got bigger and bigger too, although covered in a slight layer of winter weight. a pound of muscle for half a pound of fat. Bigger and bigger, Ryan had no idea what was happening to him, he wanted it to stop, months of work to see his abs again vanished in an instant.

By the end of it, he was a giant beast, you still knew he was a bodybuilder but it looked like he was on the ass end of a 3 year bulk.

He felt so heavy, he was the biggest he had ever been. You could still see his powerful muscles and core underneath the bearish meat and the moment he flexed there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he was a bodybuilder, even his abs powerfully poked out on the sides.

Ryan groaned as he rubbed his stomach, feeling totally stuffed. As he walked across the room to get a closer look his his new bigger body in the mirror he couldn't help but grab a protein bar from the box on top of his dresser and start eating it.

He flexed in the mirror, unable to even process he was chowing down on his 2nd protein bar within 50 seconds, all he really knew was he was big, and was so full he thought he'd never need to eat again.

As he swallowed another mouthful of double choc protein he felt it struggle to get to his stomach, like he was too full for anything.

"fuck, wish I could get rid of some of this pressure"

-uuuurrppp

Ryan chuckled, at the perfect timing of his words when he suddenly let out another ridiculous belch.

"uughh"

Ryan stumbled backwards sitting on his bed leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked up at the mirror and his mouth cocked open UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!

a titanic belch echoed out of Ryan's mouth.

"fuck" he muttered as he mindlessly bit off another chunk of the chewy protein bar. Almost the instant he swallowed he let out another beast like burp.

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Poor Ryan couldn't figure out the power his words had, he didn't know some guardian angle was following him granting his wishes to make his life easier and more enjoyable, but hopefully he works it out soon as the beast only had one wish left...

[jweekgoji]

[BW] Yandere!Dinobot/Reader [hcs/thoughts]

tw/tags: heat cycle, yandere themes, mentions of stalking, jealousy, possessiveness, a tinyy bit suggestive. word count: ~700 a/n: born to obsess over underrated characters forced to yap about the popular one (but I'm joking, I love them all, I'm just sad that Beast Wars is not talked about as much as other shows).

some quick thoughts in between requests because if I don't express it now, i will forget about it.

okay hear me out on...yandere Dinobot. I know Beast Wars is not really popular in the fandom, but oh my god, this ugly handsome man

we all saw that maximals/predacons share those animalistic traits that are connected to their beast modes. Rattrap likes to chew on scrap, Cheetor acts like a cat and even meows, Tigatron considers white tigers as some kind of family; Tarantulas and Blackarachnia have that rivalry for obvious reasons (bad for him).

it would be funny if they also had some type of cybertronian heat cycles.

even though Dinobot is heavily influenced by Jurassic Park velociraptors, I still feel like he'd act like a big bird rather than a lizard. or something in between, of course.

Yandere!Dinobot is overprotective and snappy as hell, to the point he considers even other maximals as a potential danger to you. Unlike more rational bots, Dinobot has no shame at all. It would cost him an arm and a leg to admit it to you, but he's actually jealous. Of what? There's no need to find any reason to explain his behavior once the season starts.

Yandere!Dinobot is vocal; he will growl, hiss and snap his teeth at anyone who tries to approach his mate. All maximals know that it's not the time to come near the two of you, but the unrespectful predacons...I'm a sucker for duos, their possibilities, and to imagine the dynamic between Megatron/Dinobot, both trying to court the poor reader.

But once the two of you are alone, I can see him having those rare moments where Dinobot lets himself relax. Most of the time he's in a constant state of alert, the dangerous mix of his primal instincts and  that warrior code of his just tells him to take you somewhere far-far away, so no maximal or predacon will get you. So maybe he can rest just for a little with you next to him. Dinobot definitely makes soft purrs, even to his own surprise.

Yandere!Dinobot is a stalker. Maybe, when it's just the start of the relationship between the two of you, he will try to somehow justify it, at least. Like, “I am just testing your skills, a true warrior must be always alert. You don't know when the predacons attack you next” , but the more you grow closer to him, the more he lets himself be a tiny bit warmer to you “You should not wander off alone. Stick closer to me”.

Read it, and don't forget a little personal nickname he has for you, which he adds at the end of the sentence.

It will also be funny to imagine Dinobot being a little too invested in building a nest. It also gets more awkward if your beast mode is some far different species. Why would he need to collect your stuff from your room? And why is he so adamant about you always staying in his room? He is holding you so tightly that you practically have no chance but to stay. So clueless!

“Is that [...] from my quarters?”

“Just be quiet and start recharging, you irresistible fool!”

Dinobot himself is a little embarrassed too if you start asking too many questions. He doesn't like being all vulnerable, even though he trusts you very much to know that you will never make fun of him. His own mind is clouded with not so innocent thoughts, and it actually becomes a big problem when he tries to focus on his training or fighting.

I don't think Dinobot would try to attract you with those silly dances reptiles/birds do to impress their mates, but when he is in his beast mode, you can definitely notice his tail wagging just a little bit when you're around. Rattrap probably picks on it faster than you and teases Dinobot about it until the two start fighting again.

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #12

Danny Fenton never meant to end up in space, much less as part of a dysfunctional alien superhero squad led by a tree, a raccoon with PTSD, and a guy whose only qualification is that he’s listened to every 1980s mixtape ever made. But when you accidentally fly through a NASA portal powered by ectoplasm while trying to stop Technus from hijacking the International Space Station, you don’t really get much of a say in where you land. Which, in Danny’s case, was the cockpit of the Milano. Mid-flight. Mid-chase. Mid-explosion.

Rocket screamed. Gamora drew a blade. Star-Lord yelled, “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” And Danny, with his hair floating around his face in zero gravity and a half-melted Fenton Thermos in his hand, went, “Hi. Uh. I’m Danny. Do you have any snacks?”

A lot of things happened after that. For one, Rocket immediately declared Danny a “haunted science gremlin” and demanded he be dissected. Gamora stabbed him (not fatally, but like, “welcome to the crew” levels of stabbing), and Drax attempted to bond by declaring they were both hunted weapons of mass destruction. Groot tried to plant Danny in a flowerpot. Star-Lord, upon learning that Danny was from Earth and had ghost powers, decided he was now the team’s “Spooky Mascot” and handed him a Walkman, which promptly exploded when Danny touched it. Apparently, ghost boy plus alien tech equals “we now need a new comm system.” Danny fixed it in thirty minutes and Rocket reluctantly stopped trying to murder him in his sleep.

The team wasn’t sure if Danny was a ghost or an alien or some weird human mutant until he started phasing through walls and talking to the disembodied soul of a long-dead Xandarian war general haunting their fridge. (Her name was Bev. Danny and Bev played intergalactic chess on Thursdays.) Once the Guardians realized Danny could punch the soul out of people (and then slam-dunk it back in), they promoted him from “weird hitchhiker” to “full member with explosive privileges.” This was a mistake.

Danny was a space nerd, sure. He watched every space documentary, built model rockets, and could name the moons of Jupiter backwards. But what the documentaries didn’t prepare him for was being shot at by a gang of space pirates because Groot accidentally won a planet in a poker game, or Rocket creating a neutron grenade disguised as a cookie (“Don’t eat it, Danny—DANNY THAT’S NOT A REAL COOKIE”), or Star-Lord insisting they stop at an interstellar karaoke bar in the middle of a war. Danny had to fight off a swarm of brain-sucking parasites while singing “Eye of the Tiger” in full ghost mode. He got a standing ovation.

Things got worse when Technus came back, this time infecting Nova Corps servers and announcing himself as “God of Wi-Fi.” Danny had to team up with Rocket, who uploaded himself into a blender for reasons no one fully understood, to create an anti-ghost firewall using a toaster, Gamora’s sword, and Groot’s root clippings. The good news? It worked. The bad news? They accidentally opened a portal to the Ghost Zone mid-fight, unleashing the Box Ghost into the Nova HQ. The Box Ghost was immediately arrested and sent to space prison, where he became king of the vending machines.

Danny tried to explain Earth things to the Guardians. Like taxes. And Target. And what a cow was. Drax was horrified. “You allow milk beasts to rule your society?” Star-Lord cried when he learned Blockbuster was dead. Gamora tried to understand TikTok and ended up nearly assassinating a diplomat during a trend called “smash or pass.” Danny didn’t help by going ghost mid-video and screaming “pass” at the ambassador. They were banned from that planet forever.

But despite the chaos, Danny kind of… fit. He’d never felt truly understood on Earth, where being half-dead meant constant fear of being dissected by the government, but out here? Out here, people didn’t blink when he turned into a glowing, green-eyed wraith who could fly through spaceships and scream in an eldritch tongue. If anything, they applauded. One particularly wild night, Danny exorcised a Kree emperor’s cursed hover-throne live on intergalactic television. Ratings spiked. He was declared a demigod in three sectors. Star-Lord tried to get merchandising rights. Rocket tried to sell his ectoplasm as a weapon. Danny put them both in the Ghost Zone timeout corner.

They kept running into other people. Thor once landed on their ship looking for a beer and a nap, only to get into a flexing contest with Danny. Danny won. Barely. Thor still calls him “the glowing child of sorrow.” Tony Stark tried to recruit Danny for the Avengers. Danny politely declined by phasing through his hologram and turning it into a haunted Tamagotchi. Doctor Strange asked Danny to stop creating micro-rifts in the astral plane every time he hiccuped. Danny said he’d consider it.

The Guardians eventually got wind of a plot involving the Collector trying to obtain Danny’s core to power a ghost-zombie version of Knowhere. Naturally, they handled this in the most reasonable way possible: by launching a full-scale assault while disguised as a musical theater troupe. Danny, dressed as Phantom of the Opera, used his wail to destroy an army of spectral cyborgs, then accidentally set the Collector’s hair on fire. Gamora tackled him out a window. Rocket declared it a success.

Danny missed Earth sometimes. Jazz would call through the interstellar line to check in, often while holding a frying pan and yelling at someone in the background (“NO, TUCKER, YOU CAN’T ORDER CHICK-FIL-A TO SPACE”). Sam once left him a thirty-minute voicemail about ghost gentrification and the ethics of ghost labor unions. But even with all that, Danny knew he wasn’t the same kid from Amity Park. He’d been to star systems no human had seen, danced with sentient nebulae, and accidentally became betrothed to an alien princess after sneezing in her direction. He had battle scars and space memes and an intergalactic criminal record that included the phrase “unauthorized spectral possession of a judge.”

Rocket taught Danny how to rig a ship to explode using only shoelaces and spite. Groot taught him how to grow little plant buddies that helped him cook. Drax taught him the art of standing dramatically in silence, which Danny now did every time someone asked him about his tragic backstory. Star-Lord taught him how to moonwalk in zero gravity. Danny taught them all how to scream “GET BENT, YOU INTERDIMENSIONAL TWERPS” in ghost language, which they used during diplomatic missions. They were banned from another planet.

There were close calls. Danny once got trapped in a black hole and had to phase out by screaming every bad memory he’d ever had at once. He and Rocket were fused for a full day after a teleportation mishap—Danny’s ghost tail merged with Rocket’s back leg, and they had to fight like that. Gamora walked in on Danny watching High School Musical and refused to speak to him for a week. Star-Lord caught Danny crying while watching old Earth footage and tried to cheer him up with mixtapes titled “Sad Boi Vibes Vol. 1-9.”

But for all the wild, unhinged nonsense, Danny had a place. He’d spent so long being hunted, misunderstood, called a freak. But here, with this chaos crew of space weirdos and traumatized murder-huggers, he wasn’t just accepted. He was wanted. He was the team’s go-to for ghost stuff, space stuff, sarcasm, and emotional trauma suppression. He became a Guardian of the Galaxy not because he asked to be—but because he fought a black hole, exorcised a death god, and beat Star-Lord in a dance-off to “Take On Me.”

And when Earth eventually called—when the Avengers requested help with some “small ghost invasion” (Box Ghost had escaped space prison again)—Danny arrived with the Guardians, blazing through the sky like a neon comet. He kicked open a portal, yelled “SUP SLUTS,” and unleashed Groot, Drax, and an emotionally unstable raccoon with a bazooka onto New York.

Nick Fury sighed.

Tony screamed, “Why is there a tree in my penthouse?”

Danny just smiled, green eyes glowing, and said, “I brought friends.”

[mercurys-minis]

I was recently struck with the urge to do the thing I do every 2 to 3 years, play a lot of dwarf fortress for about a week. I started off trying out the newly rereleased adventure mode, and after a few failed starts ended up with successful Brown Recluse Spider Woman as my adventurer (I was tired of dying to losing use of my hands, so I choose something with more hands).

I didn't know there was a quest tracker until I was nearly done with adventure mode, so I ended up literally keeping a diary. Long and short of it was that my only surviving companion was a black bear woman I recruited from the woods and led to a series of easy fights so she could earn a name, Riguade Metalnests. And I became a necromancer, they were actually quite friendly and just let me in to use the library. Eventually I decided to retire from adventuring and start a fort, but I was still kind of attached to my little spider. So I made the fort, quickly retired it, brought Seba there, and reclaimed it so she could be part of the fun.

The story in my head was that she hired some dwarves to build her a tavern to retire in, right next to the town of her former Lady and where Riguade now lived according to the legends viewer. I was hoping Roguade would come to visit at some point, but she never did.

I tried to keep an aesthetic that would be palatable to the customers I was trying to attract, so the fort was almost entirely above ground, with a mine dug into the hill across the way and stone delivered by minecart. After 33 years of withstanding constant goblin sieges, not making the elves mad due to having no nobles for them to negotiate with for a very long time (due to a bug relating to retiring and reclaiming the fort), and a forgotten beast attack that left over 50 citizens completely unable to use their hands or legs (dust that blistered everything, including all internal bodyparts like nervous tissue, lungs, and brains) Wiregroove became a mountainless mountainhome.

I used Vox Uristi to capture a render of the fortress at the time of retirement.

The primary building components were jet blocks, iron and copper bars, and wooden blocks for the roofs on the smaller buildings (though the initial tavern was constructed of imported nether cap and bloodthorn).

I'd always wanted to "beat" dwarf fortress with a surface based fort, and finally have.

[ranticore]

you mentioned wyrms retract the human-ish head to eat, do you have an idea of how that works, anatomically? I'm trying to imagine a cross section of those necks with separate tubes for air, food, the head and the spine. does the head get packed tight in some kind of sleeve? It would be really cool to see that cross section

(also would love to know more about the time Rev spent as a disembodied head, that must have been really weird)

well i was meaning to draw it anyway

the "human" portion (referred to as the head yes all of it) has its own heart, lungs, and accessory oesophagus, though it doesn't have its own stomach. there's a little crop which is the remains of the human stomach, kind of like an appendix now really. the accessory oesophagus (green) connects to the main crop in the chest area, running parallel to the dragon oesophagus but not attaching to it. when the head is out, the dragon mouth is occupied anyway so it doesn't need to eat and the oesophagus is a squishy tube that is collapsed when not in use (unlike the trachea) so there's no issues with space here, it's fine.

the lungs in the head area are only minorly used for gas exchange - they provide very little oxygen, really, but enough to keep that human part running in a very hypoxic state in the case of decapitation. Mostly they're just used to draw air over the vocal chords. If the lungs in the main body were compromised somehow, the wyrm would straight up cease to function (not death. but comatose), while if the head lungs broke, eh nbd it just means no voice until they heal. there is a syrinx inside the chest cavity which provides additional vocals - deep infrasound rumbles. the main lungs are gigantic and in larger wyrms will extend further into the body. in the case of multiple heads, there are multiple syrinxes where the tracheas connect to the lungs and that means they can produce polyphonic rumbles :) breathing is done through the dragon nostrils, there's a sizeable cavity there for their good sense of smell. in case you are wondering how they sync up their breaths when there's multiple heads, the lungs are birdlike in that it's a series of air sacs and a passive inhalation, and an active exhalation governed by different lobes of the lung at once (using the air sacs). each head has its own lobe. so the wyrm is in a constant state of inhaling and exhaling at different rates (if there's multiple heads)

the dragon oesophagus is the main one and it leads to a crop, which is where the wyrm denatures the powerful toxins of their prey and forms a pellet out of the inedible mandibles and spicules found within a crawling beast. this is spat up later and buried (no longer poisonous so nbd). edible portions go to the stomach. the liver is very big and very strong, it's almost impossible to poison a wyrm in any way (including drugs, alcohol, etc)

so the thing about the wyrms is that the number of legs is variable, Revelation obviously has two, Onozar has four. But the two that Revelation has are actually its forelegs! The torso extends quite a bit into what we would consider the Tail area, it's rather snakelike.

as a disembodied head, Rev had no heart, no functioning lungs, and was also completely paralysed because of the severed nerve cord in its (human) neck. literally from the jaw down it couldn't move, which is what made it such a convincing corpse. life was very underwhelming for it since it was essentially running on extreme battery saver mode, always watching and sensing the world but never truly perceiving what it saw and heard and felt. animals made nests in its chest cavity, and it was infested with scavenging worms for a while, but its own flesh is distasteful to other living beings and nothing did enough damage to actually cause decomposition. just some nasty wounds.

Rev needed Wildfire to literally rip up a crawler and put the meat in its mouth before any attempts at healing could be made. when it finally got its lungs working again it found they were full of detritus - dust, spores, roots, random stuff. growing back the lower body would have taken decades more if it continued at the same pace, so it used a little bit of magic and Wildfire's other tiercels' flesh to construct the most basic shape of its lower body, and once it had those bits intact it could start properly gaining strength and growing.

[ejtheoneandonly]

COMFORTING THEM AT THEIR WORST (or some sh*t I thought of at 3am) III

(Feat. Ren Kaji, Tasuku Tsubakino, Tōma Hīragi and Hajime Umemiya)

Warning: Spoilers in Umemiya's part and angst in Hīragi's part

Ren Kaji

Well now, Kaji is someone who is strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He was on the aftermath of his "beast mode", everything was broken, there were bodies on the floor, Kusumi and Enomoto were highly concerned. You, as his significant other, knew about this side of him, but was it really this bad? You thought to yourself you would accept him in his good and bad sides (Ofcoursewithlimits).

You slowly walked towards him but he quickly turned and threw up, he was on the verge of passing out, so you went to carry him to a safer place. You decided to place Ren Kaji on your chest, you decided to become his resting place...

Ren's eyes slowly blinked "...what...?" He looked up to you and then realized what he did "Oh fuck not again..." he groaned, he was angry at himself due to the fact you saw everything, he did have for sure you would abandon him, someone like him should be avoided at all costs, it is logical or so he thinks. While it might be true, if the person is aware they are not ok and work on it, they can become reliable members of society. You, fortunately being patient enough to understand that, you just gave him a sweet and delicate look, to calm him down "It's ok Kaji". He then looked back at you, you swore he was about to cry so you hugged him tight

"You are safe with me, you can be weak to me, you can be ugly, imperfect, I know you could never hurt me and that's why I love you"

He remained silent, and hugged back. An hour later, Ren Kaji still doesn't want to let go.

Tasuku Tsubakino

Tsubaki was always optimistic and his view on life is what made you attract to him. He was just, so accepting of everything and anyone, how could you not love someone like that? But of course, it is impossible to be happy 24/7, so you knew that day would arrive, sooner or later.

You went to visit him at Furin High, you greet him but noticed he was a little off, like he wasn't being his usual self but when you asked him what was wrong, he shrugged it off like it was nothing. As much as he tries, you can't help but observe to make sure he is fine, boy, he is NOT ok. You notice Tasuku doesn't eat that much, he smiles less, he talks less, it's like, fading. You went to him, and hugged him from behind "Tsubaki?", he hugged your arms back "oh! Sweetie! It's you!" Tasuku was trying his best to feign happiness but you knew him too well to buy that.

"What happened to you? I know something is going on, come on, tell me everything"

He, with no other choice, just laid down with you, cuddling. You spent a long while like that until he decided to break silence.

"I, for some reason, feel unmotivated, heartbroken and I don't really know what to do. I don't want to bring negativity to my loved ones whom I cherish so much, but how can I make them feel ok when I don't feel ok myself?"

You nodded "You love interacting with people, don't you?"

"Of course, it makes me happy!"

"I can tell, by the way your eyes lighten up when you talk about the stuff you like, your laughter rings in the air, your creativity overflowing and-"

Tsubakino chuckled, flushing at the compliments "oh stop sweetie, you're flattering me!"

"It's fine to have low moments, let it pass, I'm sure you'll be able to keep moving forward and I will be there to support you in every step!" You said, overflowing with confidence with yourself and the love of your life. Tsubaki looked at you, caressed your face and kissed you "I love you, thank you so much for listening to me" he gave a gentle smile you would never forget.

Tōma Hīragi

"So how did you began with the constant stomach aches?"

"It all began since I met Umemiya"

Both of you were chatting about experiences, experiences you both wanted to know from each other. You were eager to know about his past and what made him the boy he is today. You admired him so much you sometimes wanted to shower him with affection but then remembered he is not the type to be overly affectionate and you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"You are so awesome! You know that?"

Hīragi chuckles "of course I am", he wanted to go with the flow with you, allowing time to be witness of the blossoming of your relationship. The dates were fun, you were able to make time for each other despite being so busy, but in the end, it was worth it.

In one of your walks, Tōma looked a little down, as if he was reflecting on something. You look down to lock with his eyes "Tōma-kun?" When he looked back at you, he couldn't help on the inside you looked so cute, but now it wasn't the time for that "yes?"

"You look down, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, what do you mean?"

"Liar. You are not fine." You pouted, looking away

"Really? You're going to act childish right now?"

"Childish and all, you still love me!" You smirked

"Yeah..." he looked down again

Your plan of lightening the mood failed, so for your next plan, you lean onto him and try to make him speak "Tōma-kun, why are you sad~?"

"I already told you, I'm not sad"

"Stop hiding it, I love you and I'll always listen to you!"

This became an argument, he really didn't like getting sentimental, but since you knew bottling up emotions wasn't ok, you kept on insisting to the point Tōma Hīragi asked a time off to go collect his thoughts...

So you stand there, wondering what would your next move would be.

Hajime Umemiya

He was gardening, being the sweet green thumb he was, you were so happy to help him, specially if that meant spending more time with your lover!

"Ume, can you tell me more about the Shishito peppers?"

"Sure! You can roast them or even snack them!"

Umemiya kept rambling about his plants and why he loves doing so but suddenly, he went silence.

"Ume-chan..?"

"..."

You thought he kept reflecting on the mistakes he did during the battle against Noroshi, about how he let his emotions take over him, how he didn't think of asking for help.

You got a little closer to him

Hajime Umemiya was in his own world, lost in thoughts, did he question himself sometimes if he actually deserved to be the leader of Bofurin? You will never know

"Ume-chan, if you want to talk about something, I'm here for you, I know you are a strong leader and it's normal to make mistakes, you are human after all..." you pronounced those words by slowly hugging him

Hajime felt warm but got too emotional and shed some tears, he is thankful to have you at his side, he only wants the best for everyone, but he needs to take care of himself too, right?

He hesitantly hugged you back, his head rests on the crook of your neck, as if trying to hide his unobvious sadness. "I'm fine...I'm now fine..."

[sepublic]

I want to discuss Harpy Eda in terms of the curse metaphor because she’s still not as abled as S1 Eda; She can fly on her own and she’s strong, but look at how Eda was blitzing about and casting actual spells in Agony of a Witch! Think of magic like her Hooty constructs, the Sleep spell, or Telekinesis. The curse even affects Eda’s ability to use a staff, which can be seen as a magical prosthetic or aid device, due to its power corrupting magic.

Between this and having to still take elixirs, and I can see Harpy mode as a metaphor for working with your disability and accommodating it; This can include coming to terms with your body changes and even finding a beauty in it, warts and all; Which is fitting for someone who is aging and graying early from said condition, but still takes pride in her appearance. Feathers are usually a visual indicator for panic; The stress of Eda and Lilith as they’re surrounded by feathers is still felt, but here we see Eda find peace in them. Raine always accepted Eda’s curse, and they find her Harpy form beautiful;

Harpy mode is accepting your disability to regain some function, or at least not struggle as much as you used to. It’ll never be the same as before, not even close, but that’s just how it is; Harpy mode is like its own prosthetic I suppose, or taking your medications (Again, the elixirs). Fittingly, Eda gains another disability, which does require a prosthetic in the epilogue!

Eda also has to actually work with the Owl Beast to achieve this form; She has to make deals with it each time, multiple times, let the beast take control and have fun with the body they’re now sharing. That’s why Eclipse Lake’s B-plot is relevant, it’s Eda realizing it’s not a one and done cure, but more akin to constant treatment; Something she’ll have to work for every time, it’s like taking an elixir each time.

And it’s also her realizing Harpy Mode is the direct result of working with another party, and having to make constant concessions via a mutual, maintained agreement. And that adds to the disability, Eda needs someone’s help, usually a specific person’s, to do a fraction of what she used to. So she has to recognize the Owl Beast is like a service animal with its own needs, or a personal aide (and it’s technically disabled itself, having lost its original body and needing to share with Eda).

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Hero Kidnaps Villain Part 21

Warnings: kidnapping, gagged & restrained villain whumpee, explosions and forced obedience training

Someone requested to see the scene where Hero breaks into Agency to kidnap Villain from them -- so here it is!

Flashback: The Kidnapping & Escape

Superhero had been leaving Villain alone more often the past week in regards to how often he tortured and hurt him, long enough that cuts healed and bruises began to fade. It was a blessed break from the constant hell Villain endured. He almost started looking like a person again, healed up and not half-dead, the physical evidence of the constant suffering slowly melting away.

Villain had made himself the perfect, loyal dog Superhero wanted, and he knew this was his reward for that. Less pain meant he was doing something right.

Superhero still paid him frequent visits, of course, to continue training him, but they were smoother than before now that Villain was submissive and pliant all the time. There was less need for harsh corrections and punishments.

Villain had embraced his role completely, never showing defiance anymore. Whatever Superhero ordered him, he'd do without a hint of resistance. He'd found the perfect rhythm to stay in, and it was far easier to stay submissive than to try and retain his dignity by pushing back against his captor's authority. It was less painful this way.

Every day he went through the same mind-numbing routine, and he found out he could zone out and dissociate during most of it to not be present anymore. His body belonged to Superhero, but his mind was too far gone to be useful. He functioned on autopilot most days, going through the motions drilled into him time and time again without being consciously present.

But today... something was wrong. Villain was kneeling on the hard concrete of his cell right on time for Superhero's daily arrival like usual, but... he didn't show up. He never came late. What had happened??

Maybe Superhero just lost track of time, Villain reasoned, though it was unlike his captor to do that.

He remained kneeling, waiting patiently, and started counting the seconds in his head. He stayed like that for ten solid minutes, kneeling and counting, and still his captor didn't come for him. Now he was beginning to worry, bristling uneasily.

But everything changed when the entire building suddenly shuddered violently, a loud explosion sounding in the distance.

Villain yelped in surprise as the force of it rippled through his legs and made him lose his balance, toppling to one side out of his kneeling position. Right after that he heard an awful screaming start up from somewhere outside of his prison room -- and a burst of ice-cold adrenaline flooded his senses, fear taking control of his motor functions and flipping him into survival mode. Something dangerous was happening.

Villain sprung to his feet and backed against the far wall, away from the door to his cell because it felt safer. Anything attacking him would come through the door, right? He was determined not to be caught off-guard, facing the danger head-on.

The floor beneath him rumbled again like a hungry beast, making him sway unsteadily. But suddenly, the door to his cell came exploding inward in a cloud of thick smoke, another loud bang leaving the air raw and ringing.

Villain's eyes were huge with terror as the smoke came flooding in, along with a figure clad in black that came striding through the doorway, wearing a ski mask that hid all but the eyes, which were harsh and blue.

He could feel his heart hammering painfully against his ribs with terror, disoriented and panicked. Who was coming for him??

The figure walked confidently toward him, and he flattened his back against the wall, breathing raggedly.

"Found you," the mysterious stranger growled. The voice was rough and gravelly, but was distinctly female.

Villain's gaze flicked nervously around -- before he found an opening and took it. He sprinted to the left, hoping to dart around and make it past the stranger to bolt out the door, but the stranger was even faster, lunging at him with frightening speed and grabbing for him.

"Oh no you don't," the woman in black snarled, snagging his shirt collar with a hand and yanking him back so hard it choked him.

"Let go!" Villain shrieked once he gulped down a breath. "I promise I don't have whatever you want! I'm useless!"

"You are what I want," the stranger hissed. "Come with me and don't fight. I've bought myself seven minutes to get you out of here before Agency reinforcements arrive and I miss my opportunity. So get moving."

Villain blindly swung a fist at her face and twisted out of her grip, making another desperate dash for the door -- but a heavy weight slammed into him from behind, tackling him to the floor and winding him.

"No! I'm not going anywhere with you!" He howled, thrashing wildly. "Get. Off!"

"I was hoping to avoid this, but looks like hard way it is," the woman hissed above him, flipping Villain onto his back.

Villain threw up his hands to protect his face, but instead the stranger grabbed his wrists and cuffed them together with metal shackles.

"Wait--mphff?" Villain's voice choked off when a cloth gag was roughly shoved in his mouth and tied behind his head, rendering him voiceless.

"Shut up," the stranger barked, and got off of him, grabbing him under the arms and literally slinging him over a shoulder like he weighed nothing, setting off at a brisk pace through the building which was now filled with smoke, making it hard to see.

Villain caught brief glimpses of panicking Agency members milling around and crashing into things as his kidnapper ran through the facility without stopping, until they finally burst out into fresh air.

Villain hadn't been outside in so long; he wished he could savor it. But the person carrying him rushed over to a parked van, throwing him ungracefully across the backseats and slamming the door behind him, running around and hopping into the driver's seat.

"Mmph! Rrrrr..." Villin worked at the gag with his mouth, finally managing to spit it out as the van screeched down the road, away from Agency.

"Who are you?? Why do you want with me?" He barked, equal parts angry and afraid.

The stranger pressed a button on the van’s dash, putting the vehicle on autopilot and climbing into the backseat where Villain was to snatch up the gag he'd worked loose.

"You know who I am, Villain," she growled, and used a hand to pull her ski mask off, revealing herself to him.

Villain's whole face blanched. "HERO???"

Hero grinned wolfishly, shoving the gag back in and tying it much tighter than before. "Surprise!" She laughed. “Sit tight, Villain. I’ll explain later.”

Villain’s mind was reeling as Hero climbed back into the driver’s seat, manually taking over the controls again. What was he being dragged into??

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[icannothink123]

Why den is both not purely an animal and can consent.

There alot of textual evidence but if that’s too long here some other form of offical evidence.

Mod statements

Ofifcal dev statements

Before you say “this is fake” or anything else here the link.

Now if you somehow still aren’t convince here the textual evidence and of course major spoilers below

Skeptic (aka lure) Den.

For this case it’s shows some of the clearest case of her humanity.

First of all to get the Tower out of the room the eyes.

If you say “oh it’s just the narrator interpretation” this is textually incorrect as shown below

You think narrator, the guy who literally calls her an animal moments later and is shown a constant horrible hatred of princesses. Would interpret her eyes as saying something so humanizing when that’s the exact opposite of what he wants you to see her as?

Even hero calls this out as shown below

Narrator reply is this

Which shows this isn’t just “just the narrator interpretation” it’s actual factual truth.

Now you may say “she kills you if you flinch! She’s an animals” she is a traumatized reactive woman. As seen in proto beast (stabbing her) how you killed her was by a sudden movement, another sudden moment like flinching might give her a trauma reaction and plus let’s not forget she’s starving and scared.

(Edit)

While you might say her acting on base instincts proves how much of an animal she is but it doesn’t. Often times when in dangerous situations, without much time to think people fall back into instincts behaving animistically, but this doesn’t make them animals.

But it’s states best by this user on discord.

i will add you can be sentient while also reacting to things instinctually. no one acts like the hunted isn't sentient because of his instincts. plus she is genuinely starving in this chapter. she is essentially feral in a lot of ways but in the same way humans can be feral. it's a very human response to extreme stress and trauma to lash out, become unable to speak, fall back on ingrained habits and patterns i.e. attacking someone because they've hurt you or you feel you need to hurt them, etc. she just gets more dangerous limbs to lash out with than a static human would. acting solely on instinct (even instincts that aren't typically human especially for literally not a human) when running on systems designed to force those instinctual reactions (fight or flight mode, trauma, etc) does not remove one's sentience, and you can literally have conversations with her, like if you both get trapped separately under the rubble and she asks if it's her fault you both ended up like this and fully comprehends your varying responses

- logical_leaf in BTG discord [routes and spoilers; The Den.]

Now for freeing her, when you get trapped for yourself what do you guess this ‘animal’ does?

Leave you to die?

No.

She returns for you.

Any animal would have taken the opportunity to leave you behind but she doesn’t. She in fact acutally frees you.

Stubborn (aka fight) Den.

Now you may think stubborn den where you fight her and even descend into madness would prove she is nothing more than an animal but this does the exact opposite.

First of all the shame.

In both cases where you either embrace instinct or take the opening she feels not fear but shame, and over what she have done specifically.

now before you go “well dogs and other animals can feel shame” no they cannot.

Shame is as stated by dictionary (.com) is

the painful feeling arising from the consciousness of something dishonorable, improper, ridiculous, etc., done by oneself or another:

Shame ususally in context comes from feeling you did something wrong and or morally dubious.

Animal have neither of these concepts when say a dog breaks something it’s not shame there feeling it’s fear your going to hurt them, they don’t have a concept morality right or wrong.

Plus even if hypothetically animals could feel shame, what is den feeling shame for?

“What have we done?”

This is stated after violently or repeatly violently murdering each other and even if animals could feel shame I highly doubt any animal would feel shame for… Acting on instinct/engaging in other animalistic behaviors like consumption and violence.

This stems from a point of humanity and if she truly lost her humanity at this point she wouldn’t feel any of that, at best she would probably be upset she didn’t win or wasn’t able to kill what she thought was easy prey.

Now to answer some common arguments against this.

“Well she looks like an animal! So she is an animal and you are a zoo for liking animals!”

Please share where are the giant winged lions are irl and where can I fine them?/J

But I’m underage so I’ll rather not even humor this

Abby straight up said everything in this game was made to be hot so take it up to her for giving a ‘lion’ a snatched waist.

“Well you could get your face bitten off!”

Let’s see what else can happen?

Cut into a trillion pieces

Beaten to death

Disemboweled and tortured for millions of years

crushed by vines

Tortured via chains

Forced to kill yoirself

And alot more

In the grand scheme of things beast/den are actually safer than most princesses when it comes to dating.

Plus people often times fine all of those hot, so what’s wrong with anyone else being attracted to the fact you could be murdered at any time and at her mercy?

And before you say anything please don’t assume I want to fuck beast or den, some others might but bringing it up makes me deeply uncomfortable.

That’s it guys byeeee!

[tired-biscuit]

18+ / fem!reader

you beg miguel to ‘let himself loose’ one time in bed, and all of a sudden this man switches from being stiff like a plank, to going absolute beast mode.

i’m talking about him mounting you. his big, calloused hand pressing into the back of your neck, pushing your face so persistently against the pillow that your cheek starts to burn from the constant friction with the bedding. your entire body flushing against the mattress, the sheet that’s underneath your stomach becoming thoroughly damp with your sweat. his broad back hunching as he keeps pounding into you, completely submitting to the feeling.

he just can’t stop anymore, that animalistic side of him has taken over. every thrust turns more and more ruthless. the sheer intensity, the power, makes you mewl like a cat in heat as you struggle to remain whole and not shatter into a million little pieces underneath him. it’s so hard to not lose yourself because of the pressure that he makes you endure — you can feel him bullying his way into your goddamn womb, for fuck’s sake.

his fangs become elongated before they sink into your shoulder; they’re coated with a prominent sheen of drool. he’s practically salivating at the feeling of your cunt mercilessly clenching around his fat cock, trying so desperately to milk him dry.

maybe he’ll use the venom and will paralyse you just so he can keep going like this all night long. to keep using you like a fucktoy of sorts because he kind of digs the control he has over you now, as well as the way you’re clearly encouraging it by wiggling your hips and begging him to keep going.

and then when the sun appears back on the horizon again, he’ll return to his old contained self. he’ll slip back into control of himself instead of you.

and will spoil you absolutely rotten as a thank you.

[in1-nutshell]

Okay… I have a request..

Beast wars waspinator finding a sparkling in an abandoned escape pod. I just like the idea of waspinator as a dad and his sparkling just adores him.

Waspinator has to be one of my favorite Predacon's in the show! I'm glad someone remembers him!

Hope you enjoy some good sparkling and Waspinator antics!

Waspinator finding an abandoned sparkling

SFW, Familial, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

Beast Wars

Sparkling bean’s beast mode is a fuzzy moth.

Waspinator has a history of having bad luck thrown upon him.

He just can’t seem to catch a break from the blaster shots from the Maximals or the constant feeling of being overlooked and being mistreated by the Predacons.

When he comes across the abandoned pod, the scan had been completed. The pod had opened with a hiss. Waspinator had raised his blaster in case whatever in the pod decided to attack him.

All he heard was soft cooing. Slowly he approaches the pod and looks inside. A little sparkling with large optics looked at him.

They were so cute!

“Wazzpinator confused. Why zzzo cute?”--Waspinator

Giggly bean noises

Waspinator is melting inside at the cute little giggles. He couldn’t leave the little guy out here. What if someone else got him? What if the Maximal’s got them?! He wouldn’t be able to shoot the little thing!

Now he is making his way to the Predacon base with his new companion. He knows that the base isn’t exactly the best place for the sparkling, but maybe this is his ticket for proper recognition by Megatron!

“Okay little Buddy. Being good for Wazzpinator. Wazzpinator needs this.”--Waspinator

Giggly sparkling noises

Turns out Megatron just acknowledged that found something to give the Predacons an edge over the Maximals and ordered Terrorsaur to bring the sparkling to the lab for Tarantulas to take a look at it.

Waspinator did not like this idea at all. Not at all. He didn’t want Little Fuzzy Buddy anywhere near that Spider! What if Tarantulas decided to dissect them? Or worse, eat them!

But they were orders… so he hesitantly gave the sparkling to Terrorsaur. The sparkling made some little clicking and whirling sounds, almost mimicking a whine. Terrorsaur made them face him.

“Such a small little pest.”--Terrorsaur

“…”--Sparkling

“Why are you looking at me like that?” --Terrorsaur

“WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!”--Sparkling

To everyone’s surprise the sparkling started Shrieking bloody murder when they were in Terrorsaurs arms. Waspinator could bear it, and quickly took them back. As if a switch were flipped they stopped screaming and giggled looking at him.

Giggly sparkling noises

“What is the All Spark was that?!”--Terrorsaur

“Wazzpinator don’t know.”--Waspinator

“Never mind that. Scorponok, get the sparkling, yes.”--Megatron

“All right Megatron. Come here little guy.”--Scorponok

“WWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!”--Sparkling

“Never mind take them back!”--Scorponok

Once again, they started screaming until Waspinator held them again. After everyone regained their hearing again, Megatron appointed Waspinator to oversee the sparkling. He doesn’t fight or complain about his new job, in fact he gets a bit happy that Little Fuzzy Buddy isn’t going to leave him.

Now that Waspinator is overseeing the sparkling, he is going to do his best for this sparkling.

Constantly keeping an eye on them. He knows that the Predacons should not be trusted and doesn’t want the sparkling to grow up with them being their top influence.

“Buddy! Buddy! NO DO NOT GOT INTO THE VENT!!”--Waspinator

“Buddy eats fuel please? Please for Wazpinator?”--Waspinator

“Wazpinator is taking Buddy out of base for a bit today.”--Waspinator

He does try to get them out of the base from time to time. Usually saying that he was teaching them the ways of the Predacons.

“Yes. At least their someone here that still believes in the Predacons cause. Yes, the future is bright.”--Megatron

Meanwhile Waspinator and Buddy are bird watching out in the fields.

He works hard to make sure he has enough time to give to the growing sparkling. Especially when the sparkling made their first transformation into a fuzzy moth.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! My baby izzz flying!”--Waspinator

Sudden realization that he has become a parent hits.

He hates going on patrol and leaving them behind in the base. Yes, there are other Predacons that look after them when he is gone, but that still doesn’t make him feel any better. Honestly would rather have the Maximals looking after them. And has considered it.

Lucky for him though after the first 3 times of the others looking ab=after the sparkling, it was decided that Waspinator not leave the sparkling until they grew out of the habit of screaming.

“Oh thank the Primes the screaming has stopped!”--Tarantulas

“Wazzpinator here!”--Waspinator

“Take it! Take the spawn of Unicron out of here!”--Terrorsaur

“Well, thatz not very nice thing to say to Fuzzy Buddy.”—Waspinator

The sparkling had reigned down their terrifying shrieks on any unsuspecting Predacon within a 10 feet radius.

As the sparkling gets a bit older and Megatron slowly becomes more deranged, he does eventually come across a crossroad. To stay in the Predacon ranks, continuing to live in fear and pass that on to his kid. To become neutral and risk both sides to fire on him, or worse his sparkling. Or to defect over to the Maximals.

Waspinator knocking on the door of the Maximal base with Buddy in one of those baby straps.

Optimus Primal opening the door.

“Wazzpinator creator now. Wazzpinator wants to be a Maximal now.”--Waspinator

“What?”--Optimus

Waspinator moving inside.

“Where Wazzpinator put bags?”--Waspinator

Confused Gorilla noises

It ends up with him defecting to the Maximals. Dinobot had vouched for his former teammate and bought his sob story and wanted a better life for his kid. While everyone was weary of him at first, thinking this being a trick, they eventually relaxed and got to know their new teammates. This makes Waspinator very happy.

Finally, a place that he knows this sparkling won’t be in danger every minute.

He still can’t believe that once upon a time he didn’t have them in his life. Counts his lucky stars to being able to have them here.

Maybe this was a way the universe was apologizing to Waspinator for all the years being in the Predacon ranks.

[plaindangan]

Hundred Line Girls Lewd Headcanons~

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view

Karua

As a reward for making Takumi find her so often for wandering off, and also since she enjoys the the thrill of her boyfriend finding her in a rather exotic state, Karua has developed a taste for being 'stuck' somewhere (like a hole in the wall). Something that usually leads to Takumi seeing her doughy, juicy, ass jutted it out or Karua winking at him in the worlds smallest bra to hold her tits. All that was left to do now, was to wait for him to 'punish her' for running off~

Hiruko

She's a Dom to the core and it reflects especially well in the sheets. She's a sadist that lives to her the moans and cries from the bound subs she so mercilessly whips into pure bliss. She often loves to be called Mistress Hiruko while 'rewarding' her lovers~ Of the SDU, she has a liking towards Takemichi for his high pain tolerance and his need to challenge her. As such, he's her favorite 'little soldier'...who she can't help but finish off with a good pegging!!

Darumi

She has practically zero chill when it comes to raw, public sex. Fucking on a bus, fucking in an aisle at the supermarket, fucking in a library, fucking during a boring ass lecture. She has no limits beyond her lover fucking her brains out. Bonus points of encouraging tugging of her twintails during this process. Beyond that, Darumi loves going commando or even full-on nudist, depending on her mood.

Tsubasa

For Tsubasa her claim to fame is her surprising finger forte. When it comes to 'fixing' her lovers, she has a mischevious grin on her face, fondling their crotch from behind. Teasing them on 'springing a leak' and even kissing their necks or cheeks - all to coax them into cumming hard from her 'handy' work alone. (Her habit of licking their 'leaks' afterwards has also made her very desired for 'regular maintenance' as soon as possible)

Kako

She's a freak to her core and woe to any person that thinks they can tame the Beast unprepared. Whenever she manages to slip away by her lonesome, she's possessd by an intense need to be filled by multiple people at once. As such, she's the SDU gangbang queen. She also has a knack for kink analysis - and takes pride in being able to not only accurately guess what turns people on, but abusing that knowledge to get them to cum hard.

Kurara

Ohohohoho!!!

Fools!

You think that Kurara shall strip and fuck her lover all willy nilly?! Nope!...Instead, they have to prove their worth by trying to survive her challenge. For guys or futas, she tends to stick their cocks between her pillowy thighs, chuckling and demeaning all peasants who inevitably cream before the time limit. As for girls, don't think you're out of the woods yet, she has a golden vibrator with your name on it. Though, those who survive either will learn that her 'ripe tomatos' back there is more than capable of finishing the job~

Moko

As you can imagine, Moko's Mommy Milkers are pretty much her claim to fame. Incredibly sweaty from her constants works out, this wrestler is eager to show off her new 'grappling technique' on any helpless CAWK or face that finds themselves between them. Of course, this also happens while she's pinning you with her massive strength - turning your body to utter jelly as she grips and fondles with caring, yet firm, force.

Kyoshika

She super into 'defeat' style roleplays - where a big, aggressive, 'warrior' has defeated her in combat and she must endure her punishment. Said punishment typically being a sheer desire to be plowed in front of someone Kyoshika would be mortified to act so slutty...only for the pleasure to mindbreak her into doing so anyway~

Nozomi

This totally-not Karua has an incredible addiction to full body oil massages , especially after she's out of robo-mode. The feeling of having someone, preferably those like Moko/Karua, rub her down roughly, especially in regards to her sensitive tits and bubble butt, gets her super wet! Not to mention very eager for someone to finish off for a very 'happy ending'~ Also, as her groups medic, whenever she's in a domming mood, she tends to enjoy medical play 'treating' any comrades of any 'fevers' with her body.

[witchofthesouls]

Funny thing about you mentioning Ratchet not liking anything non-Cybertronian, both Autobots and Decepticons got off lucky with a mostly normal Earth. I know a lot of different fandoms where Earth is so much more chaotic.

There's Kaiju No.8 with kaiju attacks being a very normal occurrence. Unlike Pacific Rim, the true source can't be reached, come in various sizes from human to skyscraper, there a good chunk of species settled into the wilderness, and the technology developed to handle these giant monsters are human sized exosuits that pack similar power to the Jaegers. Bots on both sides definitely have trouble since any kaiju living nearby will go territorial mode on their afts.

We got Resident Evil where viral threats are a very constant hazard. Cybertronians shouldn't worry about getting infected by mold/parasites/viruses that often cause these outbreaks. The concern comes from the monsters it spouts as some animals and humans don't just turn into simple zombies. A few have become kaiju sized monstrosities while some develop powers such as near Magneto level magnetism. If Smokescreen was squeamish with normal organics then he will absolutely hate this.

Then there's One Piece with its very diverse species and far greater oceans. We got literal sea monsters big enough to eat a bot whole to places with giant beasts or vicious flora that will can destroy boulders. Humans here being the most unpredictable threat as there are a large chunk who can obliterate mountains with sheer physical strength. We also got giants, dwarves, beast men, mermaids/merman, and even tribal angels that are just as dangerous. Not even gonna touch the fact there's sea devil enchanted capable of going living creatures super powers but can potentially give sentience to inanimate objects. Imagine the Allspark turning into a deer that can obliterate someone all because it got near such a fruit.

Plain ass earth is more manageable than these other options.

You get me.

It's also why I love thinking about an Earth where mythology, folklore, and urban tales were real at one point.

Mankind would have lived among gods and monsters and strange peoples, so thinking about all those implications, relationships, and roles Man would have shared with such beings is really fascinating, especially when humans are strange creatures themselves.

So that would also mean there are still places available to find them...

Imagine if they landed with the SCP Foundation? Or Nightvale? Supernatural? The universe of Old Gods of Appalachia or xxxHolic? American Gods? Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, or the Ancient Magnus' Bride? The Marvel/DC universe? Danny Phantom, Generator Rex, A Certain Scientific Railgun, or My Hero Academia?

And then add the tidbit that Cybertron and Earth are long-lost cousins!? Oh, the absolute pandemonium that would happen with a cyberization in TFP or Bayverse!

[strangererotica]

Well guess who’s finally watched Midnight Mass and is about to make their sinful desires for Father Paul everyone’s problem …?? 👀

Real talk? I knew I liked blood and priests, but experiencing those two kinks combined sent my pussy into orbit ngl. I mean IMAGINE this man going beast mode during shark week…Like you both have a clandestine relationship and every month, you take care of each other…he gets what he needs from you…aka sexy bloody slurp slurp time…and you get near constant head for a week + relief from your cramps (because we all know orgasms are great pain relievers and Father Paul is helpful like that) I MEAN GODDAMN…so you come to mass and you’re like, sitting in the back but he can still smell you…he knows you’re bleeding, that between your legs there’s both the things he craves…your blood and your sex…And it’s all Father Paul can do to stay focused on his sermon, when he can practically taste you on his tongue, your scent drawing closer with every shift of your body in the pew…

I’m not gonna shut up about this so lock in, we’re going straight to Hell (again) and I’m bringing snacks.

[kentuckycaverats]

oc deep dive: delsidhe tsuga

formerly delphine tsuga fujinami

maeghar, thinblood, sired by toreador antitribu

portrait by @hairbrushed

what common/uncommon fear do they have?

her greatest fear (one of the only things she fears, really) is loss of autonomy. as a mortal her abusive bio parents raised her as a sacrificial lamb for baali methuselah petaniqua; upon escaping them she was involuntarily ghouled by a domitor who heavily abused her via auspex and presence; she took her life in an attempt to be free of her domitor, who embraced del to maintain her control; resulting in the expulsion of del's fae mien, who was then imprisoned/tortured/exposed to constant banality at the hands of the sabbat for the better part of a decade; and nearly every encounter with petaniqua throughout the chronicle involved del being on the receiving end of dominate or dementation. her "submit to no one" conviction is the one she most often takes stains against, whoops.

do they have any pet peeves?

cowards and politicians. if you're gonna do something fucked up, at least have the balls to own it and get your hands dirty yourself.

what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

a cauldron-shaped ceramic mug that she made for her (tremere) wife, tara. it's used like a vase to display lavender and lilacs.

a tie-dye print hydro dipped sniper rifle, gifted by coterie lasombra benedetta.

an ungodly number of lava lamps.

(visual refs for the vibe of her haven)

what do they notice first in a person?

as a matter of survival: how banal they are. all kindred are banal and all mortals have some degree of banality, but her fae nature makes her particularly sensitive to it. most ventrue, tremere, and lasombra are unbearable to be around but most ravnos, malkavians, and toreador are mild enough.

on a scale of 1-10 how high is their pain tolerance?

somewhere around 7-9. she inherited the toreador antitribu beast and therefore fixation on pain from her sire; and between all the torture she's endured + the chronic pain caused by the dissonance between her changeling and kindred natures, her tolerance is pretty high.

do they go into fight or flight mode (or freeze or fawn) when under pressure?

fight <3 girl who loves craves delights and revels in scenes of carnage.

what animal represents them best?

tasmanian devil! small, ferocious, territorial, fearless.

how would a stranger likely describe them?

insane, unpredictable, bold, self-assured

do they have any hobbies?

pottery, dancing, occult research, breaking and entering or carjacking with ravnos bestie mitra, arson, interior design, tending night-blooming plants, wooing/relentlessly hitting on tara.

tagging @lgbtmi @eric-the-bmo @harbingerofskulls @chiss-ticism !

[lydia-too-late]

OC Deep Dive - Tula Redgrave

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

One of the things I love about this story is that, despite the facade of power and prestige and allure we associate with being Kindred, the Beast is, above all, a very scared and hungry thing. Tula’s fears are many, varied, vague, and often contradictory. Sometimes the terror is impossible to name.

She is afraid of herself: primarily the capacity for violence that she struggles to control. Of her hunger and what it demands of her. Of love, because she fears she is incapable of not hurting those she loves.  She is afraid of being alone. She is afraid of never finding a place, and she’s afraid of being trapped in the wrong place.

She’s afraid of losing herself to Luna, that her memories aren’t her own. She’s fears that, since she’s turned, her face has physically changed or is changing, and she won’t know herself at all (damn that Lasombra bane!).

Exposure and attention. Heights (she’s more of a Depths Bitch). Silk’s suffering. Children. Jumpscares.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Men who tell her to smile.

People who don’t use headphones on public transit.

Lying liars and the lies they tell. 

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Welp, she’s currently holed up Las Alturas’s shittiest motel, but on the upside they gave her a real key (not a keycard) and she can turn the ancient television on, most of the time -- those are Lasombra luxuries, right??

I’ll list literally every item she owns:

One pair of Walmart jeans (lighter wash, baggy, low-slung)

Silk's slutty fake leather shorts

Five black shirts: 2 identical tank tops, 1 cropped tshirt, 1 sleeveless mock turtleneck, 1 lace-overlayed bodysuit, all cheap as hell

An oversized purple t-shirt that just says "Las Alturas" (purchased at a convenience store, so you know it’s good)

Black stompy boots

Cosmetics: Lotion, soap, comb, blush, lip gloss (someone get her some curl cream, please)

Notebook & Pens

Ethel's 70s-era honeymoon snapshot: a round-corner print, muted colors, grainy

Odell’s gun

What do they notice first in a person?

If she’s not in pursuit of a goal or objective, nothing. She can be remarkably disengaged. 

Otherwise, what she notices corresponds directly to why she’s looking. Prey? Their capacity to resist, escape, fight back. An associate? Their mood, their desires, what they need from her. She's a very practical observer, unless there's an emotional connection. Then she can be full-on obsessive, noticing every little detail.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

What is average for a vampire? 12? Probably about there. She has no affection or affinity for pain, but she endures. Knowing that most injuries won’t kill you dulls the panic that accompanies pain, making it overall less traumatic. The only pain she really fears is hunger. Emotional pain is a different story, but a similar simmering constant.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Flight if it’s not important, fight if it is. She’s got some Potence, so she might as well use it. 

What animal represents them best?

Wild red fox. (Not those urban foxes who don’t give a fuck.) Red hair, sleek, skittish, rarely seen. Not very social, except in small groups.  Hunted by assholes. Difficult to domesticate. Horny? Horny. 

How would a stranger likely describe them?

“Who?” -Timothy Cooper

“Yeah, not bad. Nice lips. But she’s pale as fuck.” -Odell Brown

“Affectionately, a pain in my ass.” -Salvador Santos

“She’s very…” “…fucking…” “…intense.” -Megan, Meghan, Meagan 

“The skinny white girl with the Xanax eyes?” -Stella Benjamin

“Fascinating, perhaps useful. We’ll find out, won’t we?” -Miel

*nervous sweating* -Lamb

Do they have any hobbies?

Reading, mostly: nearly anything, but she has a soft spot for Magical Realism, literary fiction, queer fiction, short stories. Idle doodling. Research, when she has cause. Watching television, when she can. 

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