#first of many hopefully :')

[overprogrammed]

Machine!Reader - Reclaimed by Nature

Abandoned, left for scraps, your frame deteriorates as your mind fades. Yet, you find your self at peace, surrounded by the flora and fauna that has reclaimed your body.

[ 460 words - 1.42 minute read ] Nondescript Machine reader, Second person pov, Angst, Hurt and comfort, Death Reader can be interpreted as a Robot, Computer, or any machine.

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Your lights dimly flickered on, hundreds of critical warnings blaring inside your mind as you powered on. Your internal clock had died long ago, you had no clue of how long you were powered down for.

But it sure felt like ages. Your entire body hurt. Rusted and deteriorated, your metal coated with browns and reds, your sensors flare up with conflicting warnings. It’s both too hot and too cold. You’re certain these warnings are caused by damaged or just flat out missing pieces, devices end components. You wouldn’t be able to move, not even if you wanted to.

Your corroded optics adjust to the rays of sunshine peeking through what you can asume to be leaves among dead pixels, as the muffled sound of birds chirping fills what remains of your sound systems.

You seem to be propped up against a tree. Who knows how long you’ve been like this. You can’t even take a good look at yourself, but gathering from what you can see, you’re just a bunch of rusted, old scrap. A layer of moss growing over you, weeds and vines creeping up your chassis.

Between the corrosion and damage your body has sustained, you’re certain that the fact that you’ve powered on was nothing more than an anomaly. You’re going to turn off again anytime soon, most likely to never awaken again. Looking for comfort, you try to look through any memory files that would still remain in your drives - ERROR: Files are missing or corrupted.

...Well, this is how you’re going to go out. Not even remembering who you are, or anything about what your life was like. You stare up at the sunrays making whatever patches of non-rusted metal that remain on your body shimmer, waiting for your inevitable shutdown.

At least, you were grateful that this is how you were going to go out. You weren’t in pain, the only thing really disturbing you at this moment were the unending warnings and system errors, a constant reminder of your inevitable end, but you could dismiss those.

You’ve... never noticed how beautiful it is, though. All those saturated pixels of greens and blues. The harmonious sounds of the bird species around. The rustling of leaves and the sound of the wind. You’re a part of this ecosystem now.

The sudden snap of a twig catches your attention, as an animal approaches you curiously. You’re unable to recognize it’s species, both your sensors and system are too damaged for that, but it seems of either a vulpine or canine variety.

It approaches you curiously, sniffing the air around you, and makes itself comfortable lying next to you, seemingly enjoying the warmth your metal body has absorbed from the sun.

And your lights flicker off.

[momosartgalaxy]

Veilscraper gently placed the blue flowers they had found into Sky Drop's open hands.

"You can open them now" They sounded so excited as he slowly opened up his optics and looked down at the gift, optical ridges knitting together in confusion.

"Where... where did you get these?" he felt breathless as he spoke.

"I found them!" the Andrometron member was grinning, hands fiddled behind their back waiting for their friend to become just as a excited as they were. 

"Where" the younglings tone turned serious. Making the gestalt members processor stumble, this wasn't meant to happen.   

"It's okay! They where outside you know where other plants are" they waved their servo vaguely in the southern direction of the complex "I saw that they were blue... like you and they glow a little. I thought you would like them?"

"You fucking idiot!" he snapped, the suddenness had Veilscraper backing up "Oh no" the muttering was barely above a whisper as the youngling got to his pedes quickly, looking down at the fading petals "no no no" his optics became wide and panicked. Sky Drop knew he couldn't waste any more time and was out the door without another word. Leaving the poor flight frame behind confused, worried and hurt. 

He was running down the halls clutching the precious cargo close to his chassis. He knew he should of comm'd the aerial commander ahead of time but he couldn't think; there was too many scenarios running through his processor. He just needed to find them. Then it will all be okay, hopefully. He hoped. So he let his pedes and spark lead him.

Then he turned the corner face first into a stomach.

"Sky Drop!" the poor bot stumbled back "You should watch where you are running off too" the amused huff settled his spark a little. 

"I'm sorry!" That wasn't a good way to start a conversation and the way the small mech's field shook with fear had the seeker on edge. "They didn't know Mono. Monochrome- I- I- I'm so so so sorry" Sky Drop stammered through hid words. They placed a tender hand on his shoulder, door wings fluttered at the contact. They crouched down to his eye level and titled their head, they way they did when curious about something.

"What are you talking about Sky?" the mech outstretched his cupped hands from his chassis and slowly opened them up. Monochrome felt their spark shoot into their throat seeing the familiar flowers. Their free hand coming to rest under the others cupped ones.

"They really didn't know. I'm sorry. I- I knew I had to find you." He carefully, oh so carefully transferred the two flowers into the dark seekers servos "You can help them, can't you? I've seen you. The way you talk to them... They're yours" They looked at them briefly reveling in the echo of each of them. Monochrome let out a deep vent. They brought the servo from Sky's shoulder to his helm and pressed it to their own, a silent thank you. 

"I'll take these to a safe place. You did well to come to me youngling" They rose to their full height before taking their leave for the spark flowers home. 

They delicately stroked the petals of the returned flowers with a talon. The both of them had been moved from what was apparently a dangerous place to be to sit on the window that outlooked to the patch of their brethren. Monochrome turned their attention to the more ragged petalled flower which gently ebbed with a subtle glow as it was touched. It reminded them of Stratus. He was always the one who was open about their affection and very much enjoyed receiving it; he was always prepared to be the one to place his life on the line for his trinemates. To protect them. Green eyes settled on its partner, it lighter with a subtle hue of white to each petal. It was prettier but that wasn't hard. They smirked imagining the tirade that they would of got from Vanishing Point for stating such a thing which then would be quickly hushed with a settlement. That being 'Stratus was the dreamboat of the trine'. Their indulgent musings were interrupted by a HUD notification. A request to open the comm. lines to Triple Threat, a welcomed interruption.  

"Hello Threat" they cut in first, smirking at the scoff on the other end.

"Mono, you need to stop doing that. I will greet you first one of these days" the Russian accent the triple change developed refused to leave unlike the other three. "What was I going to say... Right! I don't mean to be a bother but I need some help, you are the first bot I could think off" 

"You just miss me, don't you. You're allowed to say that" that got a hearty laugh from the ex-wreaker. It warming their spark.

"You are welcome to stay after you've helped me." 

"I might take you up on that offer Ada TT" they teased "I'll be down in a second."

"See you then" the comm. line closed. They took a moment to stare at the other budding spark flowers then to their own. They brought the two from their perch on the still and gently nuzzled them.

"I'll be back soon my sweet echo's" Monochrome muttered into the petals getting a warm pulse of light in return.

[starmocha]

Pillow Talk [Caleb/Reader ★ 2008 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] “Why are you wearing my boxers?” A/N: 😔 Me the other day, actually… [Approximately 2 PM on a random week day] Me: *doing 2 PM work things, being a Good Employee™* My Brain: Wearing Caleb’s boxers to sleep Me: YES MA’AM ON IT 🫡🫡🫡 Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia @valkyyriia @natimiles 【 request to be added 】

“Look at you…”

You felt the warmth of the bed cover pulled back, the sudden cool air made you shivered and curled up in bed. Still cold, you reluctantly opened your bleary eyes to find the cause of the sudden temperature change. You blinked your eyes a few times, allowing them to slowly adjust to the darkness that surrounded you. Although it took a few seconds for your vision to focus, you made out a familiar form in front of you.

“…Caleb?”

“Sorry, pipsqueak,” he said, his hair still dripping wet from his shower, the water droplets dampening the simple white t-shirt he wore along with a pair of navy-blue cotton pajama bottoms.

Caleb’s own eyes gazed at you, drifting down and lingering a few seconds appreciatively at the sight of the white lacy bralette you wore before he took notice of the familiar bottoms you had on. He huffed, feeling a strange mixture of emotions simultaneously, ranging from exasperation to amusement, but also with the faintest hint of arousal.

“They’re too big on you,” he said simply.

“I don’t care,” you responded defiantly, making Caleb chuckled in amusement at your cheek tone. He playfully poked your nose, your face scrunching up immediately in annoyance. You wriggled your nose at him, sighing exasperatedly, “Caleb…”

“Hm?”

You scooted over in bed, making room for him next to you. When he didn’t react, you batted your eyelashes playfully at him, his resolve weakened instantly as he gave in to your whims. Sighing, Caleb climbed into bed, settling comfortably on his side as he leaned over, his body just barely hovering above yours.

“So,” he drawled, his head tilted downwards and one of his hands already reaching for the waistband of your bottoms, “Why are you wearing my boxers?”

“Because I like them.”

“This girl…”

“I like everything of yours.”

“Clearly,” he said, tugging the boxers lower, his eyes gleaming at the intimate sight hidden beneath.

You stopped him. “Ca-Caleb…!”

“Hm?” He smiled at you in the darkness. Within seconds, he was gasping when you pushed him back, allowing him to sit fully upright with his back resting against the headboard, and he watched with intrigue as you climbed on top of him until you straddled him comfortably. He sighed again, “Your way then, pipsqueak?”

He breathed in sharply when he fully felt you over his pajama bottoms. “…you’re drenched,” he said, voice soft, his arousal becoming stronger. One hand cradled your chin, thumb brushing over your lips, and his eyes darkened with desire as he scrutinized your every feature. He appeared to struggle to remain composed, his voice a little hoarser than intended as he questioned you, “…what were you dreaming about?”

“You.”

“Me.”

“Uh huh.”

In Caleb’s mind, such brazen teasing meant that you were ready for anything he had in store. In seconds, you felt yourself instantly pulled closer to him, realizing belatedly that he had used his Evol to manipulate the gravity around you. There was no time to think or react, your lips suddenly crashed upon his, the intensity of his kisses stealing away your breath, your heart racing at lightning speed as you struggled to keep up with him.

“Tell me about your dream,” he mumbled lazily, the sounds and feel of his kisses were making you squirmed on top of him, and though his large calloused hands were on your hips, he didn’t appear to be too bothered enough to stop you from moving around. If anything, it felt like he was encouraging you.

“Mmm…” It took you a few seconds to register his words, your sleep-addled mind was barely alert, or at the very least, it was only able to focus on the feel of his member hardening beneath you. You instinctively grinded against it, making Caleb hissed in pleasure. His fingers dug into your flesh and you startled, realizing what was happening. Panting softly, you mumbled evasively, “…I don’t remember…”

“Liar,” he rebuked. He laughed off your pout. “You said it was about me…what was I doing in your dream?”

“Spending time with me.”

“Yeah? Like right now?” He humored you, clearly catching on quicker than you would have liked. It wasn’t surprising really, since it seemed Caleb always did know you better than even yourself.

You whimpered, feeling him just barely thrusting up, the thin cotton fabric not enough of a barrier to keep you from feeling him.

“Ca-Caleb…”

You guided his hands to the waistband of the boxers you wore—his, your brain mercilessly reminded you, fueling your steadily growing arousal—and with your silent permission, Caleb made quick work of pulling them down and discarding them off to the side of the bed.

“My boxers looked good on you,” he husked, his warm breath against your neck, your belly doing somersaults as you were more than acutely aware of his presence so close to you and also of his own desires mirroring yours. He continued in that same lazy tone, “But I think you look better without them—Just. Like. This.”

“Ah—!” You gasped, pitch higher than normal, into his neck, your hands gripping tightly his shoulders to ground yourself as you felt his fingers brushing against your sex. Instinctively, you rocked forward, wanting more of his touch against you—inside you—needing more friction than what he was giving you right now.

Your own fingers found their way to his pajama bottoms, tugging on the waistband impatiently. Laughing, he kissed your cheek as he helped you pulled his bottoms down enough to free himself. Eagerly, you rubbed yourself against him, his own aroused pants mingled with your soft moans.

“In-inside me…” you gasped, wanting to just sink down and take all of him in that moment.

That same, playful laughter of his resounded in your ears, piercing through the growing haze of lust that was clouding your mind. Your head was tilted upwards, pulled into another kiss as he happily swallowed all of those cute little needy whimpers you were making. “Not tonight,” he murmured to your frustration.

“Why not?” you demanded, annoyed.

“I kind of like seeing you all frustrated like this,” he admitted unashamedly.

Before you could even protest, he had you reduced to a helpless state, your mind unable to form a single coherent sentence, only able to focus in on the feeling of him suddenly rutting against you, every brush of his cock against your slicked lips had you trembling, begging and pleading for him to actually fuck you, but he ignored your helpless cries, delighting in seeing you fall apart, aching to have his cock fill your needy little pussy.

“Oh god, oh god, please, Caleb, please…!”

“That was a cute sound,” he mumbled in between kisses, his low groans making you craved him even more. “It’s just for me, right?”

You whimpered, practically sobbing, feeling overwhelmed by the desperate need to feel him pounding deeply inside you, but also well aware that the stimulation from him just humping against you was also enough to make you feel your climax quickly approaching.

“Please, Caleb, please, please, please…!”

He was breathing heavily, his control seeming to slip as he took in the sight of you so submissive to your pleasure, just begging him so cutely, he was ready to give in to you. Caleb inhaled sharply, his hands gripping your hips as you rubbed against him harder.

“Pl-please what…pipsqueak?” he asked, voice barely steady, “Want my cock inside you? Want me to fuck you that badly?”

“Ye-yes!”

“Why should I?” he asked, smirking as he continued to mess with you, your immediate whines the reaction he wanted. He grabbed your chin, making you locked eyes with him. His thumb pressed against your lips, his voice low and knowing, “Can’t even use your fucking words.”

“Caleb!” you cried into his shoulder. “Please…please…fuck me! Please fuck me! I need you so badly, Caleb! Please! I want your cock inside me! I need it inside me, Caleb!”

Caleb was panting heavily, his mind reeling in shock, not expecting you to actually beg him with such lewd words. “Damn it,” he groaned, his resolve broken completely in that moment as he felt you trembling on top of him, your desperate pleas unexpectantly turning him on more than he would have thought. He laughed hollowly, resigned, his hands grabbing your hips again. “Alright…you win…pipsqueak…”

You squealed as you felt him lifting you up and then guiding you down on his cock.

“So fucking wet,” he groaned, already setting a rapid pace, “you’re taking me…so well, pipsqueak…it’s like you were…made for me…”

Every thrust up was reaching you where you wanted and needed in that moment, your moans and cries mingled with Caleb’s heavy breathing and groans. He panted, “Your face…looks so erotic, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

“D-don’t look at me like that—ah!”

As he bounced you on his cock, you were both lost in each other’s eyes, all words gone in that moment as you could only focus on the feel of him thrusting deeply into you, your walls squeezing him, every pulse had him groaning in pleasure, wanting to completely ruin you, make you completely his.

Your eyes squeezed shut, your moans growing in pitch as you felt your pleasure peaking, your cries coming out louder as Caleb started moving faster as he felt you nearing the edge, wanting to see you fall completely apart for him.

“Cum, cum on my cock,” he urged you, the feel of his fingers digging so painfully into your hips a sure sign that there would be bruise marks in the morning. He hissed and gasped, “That’s it…that’s it…good girl…cum...cum for me…”

“Caleb—! I’m…I’m…!”

As you rode out your pleasure, you could still feel Caleb driving himself into you faster and harder, showing no sign of stopping or slowing until his own climax was reached. You squealed as he used you, his hands groping along your body, his lips fumbled against yours and when he grazed his teeth over your shoulder, he finally released inside you, your name spilling from his lips in pure ecstasy.

You fell against him, weightless and spent, quietly sobbing into his chest, completely overstimulated, the lingering pleasure still wracking your body. His arms wrapped around, holding you close to him, safe and secured within his warmth.

“Oh, fuck, look at you,” he groaned, his eyes drifting to where you were both still connected, “So fucking…pretty…covered in my cum.”

You whined against his chest, and he laughed, his hands running up and down your back soothingly. When he pulled out of you, you could feel his release also flowing freely down your thighs.

“Hm, very pretty,” he murmured again, kissing your lips sweetly. He smiled when you responded the same. “So sweet and docile…”

He settled more comfortably in bed, dragging you to lay on top of him. Once again, you felt his familiar hand rubbing your back up and down, the soothing motion alongside his gentle voice quickly worked on lulling you back to sleep.

“Next time, I will spoil you, pipsqueak,” he promised, smiling as you lay against him.

You hummed into his chest happily.

“What do you want for breakfast in the morning?” he asked, his own eyes feeling heavy now as he began to nod off as well.

“Whatever,” you murmured into his chest sleepily.

“Whatever? Alright, I can make whatever,” he said, still able to joke with you. You giggled softly as he continued flippantly, “I can make you something Chinese, I can make you something English, I can make what…ever…”

He yawned in the middle of his sentence, his eyes no longer able to stay opened. As he let them drift close, he smiled again as he watched you fall asleep in his arms. His lips pressed to the top of your head, his mind slipping away into unconsciousness, and he joined you in a peaceful slumber, in a world where it was only just the two of you together—forever.

I can make you happy.

[umblrspectrum]

oh yeah i forgot to post this here too

[plutonicbees]

best gal pals or smthng? <3

[detectivestrawberrymilkshake]

I tried to capture the tail end of a party with this prompt

Day 6 of radioapple week, the prompt was Sleeping/Dancing

[chiigii]

— passing the baton to her is my job.

hoshina soushirou.

[petorahs]

first love, late summer

[royalarchivist]

Bad: Guys, are you gonna come?

Phil: I'm confident in your abilities to stay alive, but not in the plan, so I'm sorry.

Etoiles: Bro, in terms of PVP, we are really like– Janet can fight, Aypierre can fight, Pac can fight, Badboy can fight, Kameto is really cool–

Pac, Etoiles, and Badboyhalo have all been eliminated. Their only crime was trusting their friends, but at least they were together in the end. 🥲

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.

Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!

[feketeribizli]

divorced couple if i ever seen one

[gauntletqueen]

Gotj Girl tiiiime~! Finally got my earlobes pierced, just kept forgetting ahsfjghaf

(first three pics taken by @rosedosed btw!)

[smallidarityfan]

smallidarity highschool au

came up with this au like actually 2 years ago where it's mainly empires 2 smallidarity centric, with Jimmy as a student council member and Joel as an honours student who doesn't like the way Jimmy runs things around the school.

As payback for the regulations Jimmy put up that Joel thought was stupid, Joel does these elaborate 'The Office' style pranks on Jimmy (specifically) while Jimmy retaliates by trying his best to dig up dirt on Joel. This banter goes on for a while— however Joel ends up doing the pranks less as a statement, and instead more just to see how Jimmy would react... with his comical, cartoony villain yells, and... weirdly cute face....? (YAOI YAOI YAOI YAOI)

very very old au drawings below:

from July 2023

😭😭 joel does NOT look like a highschooler here 😭😭😭😭 (i also wanted to draw angst in the first two ig idk a year later it's pretty cringe [i am still cringe]) (also partially inspired by when I read "Go for it, Nakamura!" and the mc reminded me of joel for no actual reason. or maybe i was just thinking about that manga while drawing smallidarity. idk)

from November 2022:

I think these doodles were genuinely the first instance of me converting from being against mcyt shipping to for shipping LMAOO

[atwas-gaming]

I've had a scenario in mind for a while now about what it would take for Sonic to finally own up to his feelings about Amy. And I think what it would take is...

Shadow.

Well, just plain jealousy and a fear of losing Amy before he even has her. But Shadow would be the best one to instigate it.

First, some headcanons about how they behave romantically:

Amy's maturing and spreading her wings. She's not moving on from Sonic, not really, but it's possible that she's starting to notice other guys. There's some hints in the Twitter takeovers that she may be developing some small interest in Shadow.

Sonic is clearly interested in Amy, and if you pay attention, he has been for a long time. What he's not interested in is marriage- at least, not yet. And Amy is clearly wifey material- she cooks, she takes care of people, she has a caring nature, she's protective, and she's extremely loyal. She's not someone you can use for a one-night stand, you take all of her or you risk shattering her into pieces. She's Sonic's friend, no matter what else he may feel about her, so he avoids any romantic interaction because he doesn't want to hurt his friend.

Meanwhile, Shadow is... not aro-ace, per se, I don't know what you'd call him. He can see that Amy is attractive, but so is Rouge, and Shadow has no interest in Rouge. He just isn't interested in the physical side of romance.

What I think it would take to get Shadow's attention is something deeper, an emotional or spiritual connection.

So here's the Sonamy/Shadamy love triangle scenario that I came up with:

As Amy ages, she feels her desire for male companionship growing stronger. Sonic takes little notice of it, but it doesn't escape Shadow's attention.

Somehow or other, Shadow and Amy end up alone together, probably on a mission or something. I haven't figured out the exact circumstances, but they're together for quite a while. Amy loves to talk to people and get to know them, and Shadow has a soft spot for her, so she's able to get him to talk to her about things that he's probably never told anyone before. And he knows she won't tell anyone about them, either, so he feels safe telling her.

At some point, Shadow realizes, she's done it. She's broken through his barriers, and at the same time, she's calmed the storm of emotions that he's had swirling inside him for 50-odd years. He hasn't felt such peace since... no, not even then. This is something else. He's never felt this way before, and he doesn't have the words to describe it, but he's fallen head over heels for her.

This is why he never lets his guard down, even around the people he trusts most. Because if he lets them in, even a little bit, he might let them in too far. ("Can you see all of me, walk into my mystery, step inside and hold on for dear life.")

He loses control of himself and kisses Amy.

And when he lets go, he instantly hates himself, he starts throwing his barriers back up, because... she's crying. She's crying because she liked it, and she wants more of it, but she's still so desperately in love with Sonic, and she's starting to think she'll never get it from him, so she'll accept affection from just about any man, and it's not like Shadow's unattractive, and, and, and...

So Shadow's raw and open and hurting, he knew before he said or did anything that he was going down a dangerous path, but talking to Amy felt so good he didn't want to stop. And he wants to erase what just happened like it never did. But now he has to be the one to comfort Amy, because this was his fault, Amy was just being the kind and compassionate person she always was and Shadow was an idiot for letting it get to him and making more of it than what it was and losing control. So he has to keep his barriers down for just a moment longer, just long enough to hold Amy and tell her it's not her fault, until her tears finally stop.

It leaves Shadow burning with rage, and as soon as he can, he forcefully confronts Sonic (I imagine Shadow slamming Sonic against a wall or a tree and shouting in his face 😝) and basically tells him, "Amy needs attention from a man, she wants that man to be you, but if you can't grow up and do what it takes, then I'll be more than glad to take your place."

Which scares Sonic good and proper. It's bad enough to think that he could lose Amy, anyway, but to lose her to that faker??? And it finally makes him go to Amy and (very, very awkwardly) ask her to be his girlfriend. And... I'll let y'all imagine the rest.

As for Shadow... he, quite understandably, becomes somewhat aloof towards both Sonic and Amy for a long time after that.

But Shadow's immortal, right? And there's other Amy's in the world. He doesn't have to be alone forever.

Oh, and as for why Shadow would confront Sonic instead of just taking Amy for himself: because he respects both Amy and, especially, himself far too much to do that. He knows good and well she will never be able to fully commit to anyone else as long as Sonic is still an option. If Shadow was to start dating her, she'd go along with it, but it would become a power play between him and Sonic to try to "win" Amy's affections. Shadow has no issues with fighting Sonic over just about anything, but when it comes to his own feelings, he won't stoop that low, and he's not about to hurt himself by playing such a game. I also don't think he would view Amy as "a prize to be won."

[jojo-schmo]

[The Forgotten Land Roleswap: Chapter 2 49-50]

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[justarandomart]

'Witches Before Wizards' screenshot redraw

[Image description: a screenshot redraw of Luz and Eda from The Owl House, painted digitally. Eda's in her pajamas, drinking from a mug and leaning away from Luz, who approaches her excitedly.

Luz is wearing a black witch's robe and a spray-painted black traffic cone to resemble a witch hat, smiling and taking hold of Eda's arm. King sits in a high chair in the background, stabbing his breakfast with a fork.

The second image is the original screenshot. End description.]