#getting a little more confident drawing bots

[yeagrave]

Oh, and a request, if you feel like it, and a little spoiler from the Transformers fic... Jake being sick in bed and Starscream losing it because what do they (Bronco and Sally) mean that they can't just replace his broken parts???

they're so done w him

[pearlzier]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀WHAT A DAY⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀✧

now playing . . . what a day by tyler the creator 𓈒⠀ ✧

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀warnings / drabble, pwp, public, sex on the beach, horny matt, switch!matt, switch!reader, titty sucking, fingering, oral (f!recieving)

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀author's notes / might make a bot based off of this idk yet but hope u guys likey also theres fucking fireworks and theyre overstimulating me so ripping my hair out right Neow.

"MATT, YOU CANT—someone's gonna—" you swat at matt's hand as it slides up over the curve of your thigh, fingers dancing over the warm flesh. a cheeky grin plays on his lips, all intentions in his head far from innocent. it's like he has no shame whatsoever. "can't what? m'not doing anything." not now, he's not. later? yeah, he'll be doing plenty of things. including you.

he presses his fingers into your thighs, glancing around to check whether anyone was nearby, any prying eyes. his blue eyes linger on someone a few metres away, assessing whether they'd come nearby or see what you and him were doing but he comes to the the conclusion that you're in the clear. matt looks back at you, attempting to look innocent as his fingers make gentle passes over your inner thigh. "c'mon, babe," he couldn't think straight with you in that bathing suit, he'd made it clear when you'd left the house and he certainly wanted to make it clear now.

"matt," it's not like you don't want him to touch you, of course you do, he's fucking magic with his hands, tongue, and other devices he has at his disposal—but there's people near and you don't feel like being sent to the slammer for public indecency. "i swear to god, can't you keep it in your pants for once?"

matt scoffs, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he looks at you again. the way the bikini top curves around your tits, pushing them up a little, the way the bikini bottom curves around your ass, only making it more prominent to his eyes, has him salivating, and straining against his swim shorts. his hand slid down, trying to calm himself down, with a little readjustment of the material. "keep it in my pants, my ass.." he slips his fingers down into the top of your bikini bottoms, pausing for a moment to look at you.

"unless you don't want me to," matt looks at you, eyes softening for a moment. you feel your heart soften too—as much as chris wants to get his dick wet, he does care for you. he wouldn't do anything you didn't want him to.

"what? no," you scoff, "it's okay, i just—" you glance up, before relaxing against the lounger with a thick swallow as you slink down to be unseen by others. chris takes this as the opportunity to touch you further, his fingers sliding down beneath the bathing suit to part your folds, a soft groan escaping matt at how wet you are. "acting like being seen by others doesn't turn you on," he tuts, drawing his fingers across your clit for a moment in gentle circles before he shifts his palm, taking two fingers and circling them around your entrance now. "it turns you on, doesn't it? being seen?" he in turn scoffs too, "say it."

"you can't just bully me into saying that," you mumble, attempting to be defiant. the way his fingers glide over your cunt however has you clenching around nothing like a whore. really stops you from having any power in this situation, doesn't it?

"if you're gonna be like that, maybe i should just.." matt now feigns disinterest, moving his fingers away. a quick, low gasp escapes him however when your hand lands on his and you bring it back to your wet hole, near shoving his fingers inside.

"i swear to god, matt, don't pull that shit," his cheeks flush a bit and he swallows thickly, nodding for a moment. he falls more in love with you everyday. just the eay you spoke to him, confident, but still adoring, made his gut tighten.

deciding that teasing you may not work in his favour like he'd planned, he reluctantly sinks his fingers into your waiting, wanting hole, slow and steady. he acts as if thr sight of you crumbling at the mere feeling of his fingers doesn't turn him on beyond belief. "just needed my fingers, huh?" he hums, more than a little proud of myself, "yeah? that got you on my side," he shifts his weight, causing a flutter in your heart to find that he's practically using his body to block you from the view of everyone else. as much as he likes the thought of being seen, he's far too possessive to actually let them.

"just needed your fingers," you agree with a little moan, your hips bucking impatiently, back arching into his touch whilst you gasps under your breath. thighs enclosing on his hand, you grasp tight at the lounger beneath you. "fuck, like that.." head lulling back a bit, you mumble, "more, need more."

matt happily obliges in your request, thumb lifting to your clit to rub tight circles around it. soon, his fingers slip out of you only to slide back into your sensitive pussy, finding a rhythm that's to your liking. he crooks his fingers, curling them upwards as they pump within you. the feel of your tight walls clenching him, combined with your pretty sounds, it has him rocking his hips slowly against the lounger beneath the two of you. "look so pretty like this," he says quietly.

"yeah? like this?" your voice is soft, lilted with the throes of pleasure hitting you from the simple feel of his fingers. your lashes flutter, hazy with your arousal as you rock against his hand. the friction hits your clit, matched with his thumb occasionally flicking against it, and in minutes, he has you squealing and whining on him. "shit.."

matt doesn't have to ask you to know you're close, him simply leaning in and pressing his lips to yours has you squeezing his fingers tight and gushing on him, soaking his digits in your juices. meanwhile, your lips collide in a kiss, his tongue sneaking into your mouth to play with your own. his hand keeps moving beneath the two of you till you squirm away a little, and he slides his fingers from you after. both of your eyes flutter open, and a giggle slips past your lips.

this causes a chuckle to escape matt too, and he tilts his head, "what are you laughin' at, hm, baby?"

"nothin'," you say instantly, still giggling away. his brows raise, and he smiles against your shoulder, starting to leave gentle kisses. you're pliant beneath him and his affection, free hand sliding onto his bare back and rubbing gently before your fingers thread through his hair, tugging him closer. matt shifts, practically getting on top of you so he can play with you as he pleases. "someone's eager," you muse, teasingly.

"can't i appreciate my girl?" matt's mouth latches to your soft skin, teeth occasionally breaching the flesh to bite and leaving hickeys. his tongue flicks against the marks he leaves, and he pulls back for a moment. his chest rises and falls in gentle breaths, murmuring, "look at you.. gorgeous girl," his gorgeous girl.

he straddles you, and you look up at him with a flutter of your lashes. your breath hitches a bit, and matt smiles at the sight. "how you feelin'?" his voice is quiet, low, as he brushes his fingers over the fabric of your bikini top. tilting his head to the side, he tugs down the material, causing a gasp from you. "matt!"

"hey, hey, no one's gonna see you," matt reassures, voice calm, as he shifts down to rest between your legs with them around his hips so he can get his hands on your tits. he soon disgards the flimsy fabric, swallowing thickly as he sees your chest. "fucking gorgeous," he mumbles under his breath, planting his face on your soft breasts. the sight makes you laugh, and your nerves calm a little more.

"you're like a baby," he is, craving your warmth. he looks up at you from his position against you, and he smiles, breath warm against the soft flesh. he leans in a little more, tongue flicking against the underside of your breast. your hips shift, arms coming to wrap around him to draw him closer. matt swallows thickly, moaning against you. you're so warm and inviting, body so soft, he can't help but be drawn to you.

his hands lift to your tits, grasping and groping like he might die if he doesnt. matt's breath hitches akin to how yours did previously and he shifts closer, flicking his tongue against your nipple. you squirm beneath him, "that's it, oh.. fuck," he whines when you tug at his hair, and his mouth latches against your nipple, plush lips shiny with his spit. "suck, like that," matt grunts, warm tongue swirling around your hardening bud.

a soft smile adorns your face when you see the way hes practically humping the lounger, quiet sounds slipping past his lips. "you okay?" he nods, lifting his head for a moment, "shut up," he adds, too, because he knows why you were asking. he gives your other breast some attention for a moment, before he pulls back once more, watching his spit glistening on your soft chest. he could cum in his pants right there, he realises.

"mmh, lift yourself up a little," matt murmurs as he shifts himself down a bit on the lounger, grasping at the sides. he watches you move, and you watch him, hips lifting a tad. this is where matt grabs your legs and tugs them over his shoulders, taking place between them. "hi," he smiles softly, burying his head against the meat of your thigh.

"hey, you," you respond with a soft laugh, your arm lifting to cover your tits now that matt had moved down. he lets out an irritated whine when you do so but he doesn't move your srm, a sigh slipping past his lips. running his fingers through his hair, he shifts his weight, focusing his attention to between your thighs.

you feel flush instantly when you realise what he's doing, "matt, you don't have to—"

"i want to, so i'm going to," he tells you matter-of-factly, and you simply relax back. no need to protest if thats what he wants, you suppose. you'd get your pussy ate, he'd be happy. a win win. the sight of him between your legs, kissing at your warm skin in a tease, makes you groan softly, "don't tease me, i told you not to—"

"but.." he starts.

"matt," he obediently runs his fingers over the fabric concealing you from him. not like it'd stop him, it didn't stop him a few moments ago when he had you cumming on his fingers, so why would it stop him when he wanted to bury his head in your cunt and devour you? exactly.

his fingers slip over your bikini bottom before he slides it to the side, your thighs twitching at the air hitting your wet skin. your folds are puffy from your orgasm previously, and he coos at the sight, eyes meeting yours. he swallows hard, and you get a tad bit impatient. "you gonna keep starin', matt?"

"no, no.." matt mumbles, before he leans in to you, eyes locked on yours as he tentatively glides his tongue over your skin. he laps up your juices, moaning against you. his tongue flattens into your heat, and he looks like he's having the time of his fucking life. matt's nose bumps your puffy clit, causing a whimpery noise to slip past your lips. he eats you out like a man starved, like you're everything he needs. "taste so good, baby, this pussy tastes so good," the vibrations of his moans only jolt your cunt, and you gasp softly, practically squeezing your thighs around his head.

not to his chagrin, no, to his delight. he could die between your thighs, face buried in your pussy. he doesn't hesitate to let you know, either.

"could die right here, right.. here.. mmh, nnh," his hips needily buck against a pillow on the sun bed, giving him a friction he so desperately needs as he eats you out, tongue dipping in and out of your hole before dragging over your folds once more.

"oh, oh, matt, mmmh," you whine, practically seeing stars from his tongue and moans alone. his sounds grow louder, as do yours, and you tighten your grip on his head with your thighs till you burst, once more, cumming on his face and leaving him a mess. you're afraid matt's fucking passed out against you, glancing down quickly, but he's simply in bliss. "i'm alive," death by pussy would be his preferred way to go, but not now.

"okay, good," he lifts his head, mouth glistening with your juices as he pushes himself back up. his eyes are wide, soft, and he swallows hard. his lashes flutter, and he mumbles, "that.."

"i know," you lean back, glancing up at him. he's smiling gently, lazily, eyes fluttering over your face. you do too, till your gaze falls down to his swim shorts, and the large wet patch forming. matt's cheeks flush instantly and he hides his face in your shoulder, "shut up!" he swallows thickly.

"i was ju—" you start, grinning at his embarassment at cumming in his shorts.

"shut up," matt mumbles, shifting to straddle you once more, "and you know i'll make you," your eyes widen for a moment, and well, okay, you know he will.

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[botboots]

Saw that your requests were open so what about TFP cons with an adorkable teen human reader? A really close friend (the emotional support bundle of joy™) that is really artistic, kind, understanding and just a pure cinnamon roll, what would be the bots reaction to the lil' human? Optimus, Ratchet,Bulkhead, Arcee, BB, and if you do the kids then the kids. If not the other bots, stay safe!

im back!! so sorry for the long ass wait, had so much going on in my life recently (graduating, going back home, etc.) but hopefully i'll be back to posting somewhat regularly! tysm for the continuous support :] love seeing the notifs pop up every day this is one of the first asks in my inbox (and i completely forgot that the prompt said reader was part of the cons... whoops) and i've wanted to get it done for a while now! have so many more to get through but will get them done eventually - this isn't the best but its cute <3 and you can 100% tell who my favs are lmao warnings: none word count: 939 (GN reader)

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Optimus:

he finds your outlook on things is a nice change of pace compared to the more pessimistic views that some members of the team can have at times

values your compassion greatly, often turning to you as a confidant over the time you’ve gotten to know each other. a mission went wrong and he’s putting all the blame on himself? you’re there to reassure him in a heartbeat, reminding him that he did his best and there’s always another chance; you keep him grounded

has an innate interest in art and writing - he used to be an archivist, after all

so he enjoys watching you indulge in your hobby, your excitement about it reminds him of his younger years of being a clerk at iacon when he would become giddy over a newfound archaic text

he’s very fond of you and makes sure you know it, taking note of the small things you like and getting you whatever little gift he can manage to find - genuinely thinks you’re cute and likes seeing you happy :] 

Ratchet:

while it may have taken him a little longer than the others to warm up to you fully, he grew to start looking forward to your company (despite his his best efforts to hide it)

he appreciates your quiet company; you’re much less rambunctious than both the other humans and his own team - you complain a lot less too, probably one of his favorite qualities about you

like optimus, your bubbly attitude gives him a much needed break from the dreary duties that come with being the autobot medic

you often find yourselves working in tandem, with you sitting on the couch working on your newest project while he stands at his terminal typing away. occasionally you’ll walk over with a nervous smile, and with a roll of his optics he’ll lower a servo for you to climb into and lift you up onto the corner of the console, huffing when you chirp a thank you before the both of you quietly return to your tasks (he enjoys it, really)

while he’s not one to vent his frustrations to you, he’ll always be open to listen to you vent about yours. even if he doesn’t respond with much, he’ll offer logical solutions and observations for whatever issue you’re having

Bulkhead:

the big guy loves art, having been exposed to his fair share of it by miko, and is very encouraging when it comes to your projects

he might not get some of the nuances or meanings of the things you make, but he tries - oftentimes making you laugh a bit at the sheer amount he misses. it’s endearing though, and you appreciate the effort

too fidgety to sit and watch you do anything for too long, but he’ll offer to drive you to a vista for some inspiration while he does his usual scouting routes, miko tagging along of course. she’ll probably bring her sketchbook with her and sit next to you and draw, chattering the entire time while blasting some music from her ipod, offering you one of her earbuds

Arcee:

similar to ratchet she takes a while to get used to you, a little cold at first to your attempts at friendliness

she notices how happy you seem to make everyone else and eventually makes a legitimate pass at being friendly despite how awkward it feels

but with how eagerly you accept it she doesn’t feel as bad, sighing in relief as you immediately start filling her in on how much you’ve enjoyed your time with the autobots

she’s not much of a conversationalist (especially when it comes to humans) so your chattiness is almost a relief - not having to keep up fake interest and energy with someone puts her in a more comfortable position; especially since you’re not one to comment on it like others tend to

will sit and watch you work on whatever your newest project is, a comfortable silence shared between the two of you

rambles about random stuff from her past sometimes - you turn out to be one of the few people she trusts enough to mindlessly dump her thoughts to, both good and bad

Bumblebee:

one of the first to get to know you, overly excited about having a fresh face around

super curious when he sees you working on something, a barrage of questions translated from mechanical chirps and whirrs with the help (and annoyance) of ratchet

he’ll actually try and mimic some of your art on the walls of hidden ditches where he and rafael hang out, excitedly bringing you along to show off his latest work and buzzing happily when you praise it

will eventually, with your encouragement, try and make something original - he ends up finding it pretty soothing and an easier way to feel understood; communicating his feelings without words can be unsurprisingly helpful for someone who can’t use any of his own

you’ll spend hours hanging out and working on your stuff - he likes when you help him with his own art, adding your own brushstrokes to the concrete wall

he’ll let you sit up on his shoulder just to watch him make whatever he feels like making, or even just taking you on joyrides in the desert where he doesnt need to worry about anything going wrong

while it’s usually you, him and raf hanging out he does enjoy spending solo time with you - usually in silence or one-sided conversations, but you understand each other well enough without words

will also figure out what your favorite songs are and surprise you with them; he loves when you get all giddy about literally anything

[c4fin4t3d-f1sh]

Limelight Basics

It's finally finished! I would love to see if anyone makes art of it or wants to make our bots friends- Idk, I want to be more prominent in this community, PLEASE... I promise I will draw more,,,

ANYWAYS, HERE, TAKE IT.

LIMELIGHT

Pronouns: He/It/She

Gender: Aboy

Height: 5’ 8”

Body type: Slim, muscular

Job: Dancer/Performer

Where were they born? Performance Robotics, 1892

What were their childhood experiences like? Pressured, made to be perfect, secretive, was constantly being “repaired” which caused it to malfunction more often

What significant events have shaped their life? Performing in 1915 in a collaboration with Walter Robotics at Balboa Park, traveling the carnival with mostly humans, being put in the spotlight an overwhelming amount as he was the first carnival bot, being scolded after failing to do tasks

What does your character want? To spread joy through dance and lead a more lowkey life after over a century of performing

Strengths (Physical, mental, emotional) Dancing, mobility, comfort, staying calm, grace

Weaknesses (Physical, mental, emotional) Physical malfunctions that cause him to tic, can’t handle criticism, gets angered easily, sensory sensitive

Are they introverted or extroverted? Ambivert

Shy or outgoing? Kind or selfish? Outgoing, king

Create a list of traits that describe their character. Kind, creative, silly, persistent, loyal (specifically after WR bought her), flexible

Do they have a specific way of speaking, It speaks normally, a little quiet

A unique fashion style, 20th Century carnival

Or an unusual hobby? Laying on cold floors

What are their relationships like with family, Very strong now that he doesn’t live primarily with humans

Friends, Loyal and kind, he likes messing with people/bots, but is quick to apologize if he hurts them

And enemies? Forgiving through time, mostly spiteful and angry, though

What inner struggles does your character face? The fear he will never be good enough, fear of abandonment, grudges against Performance

How are they around new people?

Hesitant, but tries to be nice and make a good impression

Do they speak in an accent?

American

Have they tried learning a new language?

Never had the time to, might eventually? Probably Russian or Dutch

How many languages do they know?

One, English

What is a song that will always make them cry?

Average - Sushi Soucy, I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski

How do they cry? heaving? silently? sobbing?

Silently when angry but heaving and loudly when sad or overwhelmed

What is the first thing they notice about a stranger?

Posture and stance, it likes to mimic confidence

What is their humor like?

She would try to match other’s humor, but it’s usually dry and out of pocket

Who would they quote?

He likes to quote his family, especially The Spine as it is very attached to him as it has experienced similar things as him

What could make them change their mind?

Guilt tripping

Who is the first person they'd call?

The Spine (for reasons above) or maybe Whirligig? (Still trying to decide if Whirli and Lime would date)

How are they around animals?

It LOVES animals! Begged Peter VI to get a dog and grew up with a border collie that worked with Lime at the carnival

What is something they've never told anyone?

His memories of being disassembled (Performance didn’t know she could see it happening)

What are habits they've picked up from other people?

He mimics stances and also quotes shows he likes (∞ autism)

What are their guilty pleasures?

Extremely vulgar and loud music

What is something they're staunchly against?

Victim blaming, gaslighting, animal abuse, discrimination, etc.

Do they speak a certain way?

It expresses some signs of vocal tics, like mimicking ambulances (“weewoo!”) and sometimes small things he’s picked up from shows or games (games with Spine and some of his fanbot friends, has specifically picked up the Talking Ben “no” noise)

Can they fall in love?

Uhhhhmm, maybe Whirli, gay robots kissing yay

What would they rather die than do?

Go back to Performance Robotics

What is their biggest mistake?

Traveling the carnival

CABINET FILING FACTS

Found his abandon prototype in the basement one time after hearing metallic clicking, was so disgusted by the sight he didn’t come up for 3 days

Yeah, uhm, I’ll develop this lore more eventually with the whole Performance shit and stuff eventually.

[garnettfox]

Miracubots AU

Sooooo, me and a friend reconnected after a few years of silence (Thanks depression) and discovered not only do we still share similar old fandom brainrot, but we share NEW fandom brain rot and have very similar opinions about the Miraculous series, which lead into the brainrots fusing and with their permission. I present. THE MIRACUBOTS AU

AKA What if we took the cool and interesting magic system and initial set up of Miraculous....AKA the only good bits, and put it in a show with great writing and characters who we love and who deserve to go feral on a villain every now and again?

The AU takes place instead of the canon season four, Cody is aged up a little to 14/15, Doctor Morroco never lost his Verns device to Madeline Pynch so he's still around to be a menace, and the Prime bots...We haven't fully established if Prime is still happening, or if it's after RiD but the Autobots are still around and mentioned occasionally. And since it's a different version of season 4, the bots are still undercover to the town, only the family knowing they are sentient.

Madeline takes stage as the main villain of the series having acquired the Butterfly Miraculous and after discovering Nooroo and it's power, forcing the Kwami to tell her all about the other Miraculous, including the fact that using two of them, the Ladybug and Black Cat together gives one the power to alter reality.

Seeing an easy way to get her goal of being the riches and most powerful person on the planet, she forces Nooroo to tell her where the Miracle box is, but the poor Kwami can only confirm he senses it on Griffin Rock. With her goal in mind Pynch uses the Butterfly to become Swallowtail creating her first Akuma to draw out the guardian and hopefully the Miraculous she seeks.

Master Fu once he realizes what is happening, charges Tikki and Plagg to find two children they resinate strongly with to become the new holders of their Miraculous, reasoning that Children will be easy to teach and control, and he'd be better able to take the Miraculous back from children if the pair chose poorly.

To no one in this fandom's surprise, Cody Burns is who's picked by Tikki to be her holder. He does try to convince her to go to his dad or siblings so they can protect her after she tells him she's what the Akuma is after. But Tikki insists that she picked the right person to be her holder able to sence Cody having a loving heart full of courage.

Cody becomes the new Ladybug Hero Beetletron! looking very much like a miniature version of one of the Rescuebots, though one with a beetle Altmord, when he asks about it Tikki explains that it's because well, the Rescuebots have more or lest become his mental image of what a hero should *be* and thus the Miraculous copied their form. The name comes from Cody trying to think of a Cybertronian sounding name and vaguely remembering hearing the bots talk about some important mech from Cybertron....something-tron? Well it sounds robotic and he's a beetle so, Beetletron!

Fighting against the Akuma he's joined by another hero, a girl in a cyber punk looking get up, dark leathers and neon greens with a head covering mask, she even has a USB cable acting as a tail that she can use with her tech knowhow to hack! The new Black Cat introduces herself as Felidae Fatale, named for the scientific cat family Felidae, and well, she might not be the classic version of a Femme Fatale, she'll prove she can be just as badass as they can be.

Working together feeling like they've known each other for years though they just met, they beat the Akuma, and when Swallowtail makes her threat to claim their Miraculous's they confidently announce they'll make sure a villain like her, never wins.

In the aftermath the pair meet up and agree, keeping a secret identity from the other would be pretty silly considering the life and death danger their in, so. Reveal themselves.

And Cody laughs crying as he hugs his best friend Frankie, as there really could be no other person it would be.

Feel free to tell me or ask me about this AU, We have a TON of stuff planned out, what Miraculous's people get, Akuma forms for almost everyone. Admitedly have some self-indulgent stuff like putting in OC's we love to use XD but it's all in good fun

[r-ando-m-w-rite-r]

Simple Beginnings

Rev x reader

hey im back for now

actually found some inspiration

rev headcannons enjoy

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-There is usually only two things on Revenant’s mind: murder and revenge.

-He only thinks, craves, and fights for blood.

-He is out for Hammond Robotics; it is his mission to corrupt their whole system and seek the revenge he rightfully deserves.

-But lately, other things have been distracting him from his plans.

-And by ‘other things’, he means you.

-Ever since you joined the games, there had been something about you that had caught his eye.

-Whether it was your small, defenseless form or the way you pridefully carried yourself, having all the confidence in the world despite your size, there was something that drew him to you.

-Of course, at first he had kept to himself, and you hadn’t approached him in any way, instead sticking to that birdie Valkyrie.

-But you had caught him staring once or twice, to which he responded by clearing his throat or casually looking the other way to not draw suspicion. 

-As the time went on, you had ended up on his team multiple times, to which he would treat you outwardly about the same as he would anyone else.

-But you did notice over time how he tended to drop good loot and ammo that you needed in your path.

-This was, of course, intentional, but you didn’t know that.

-It confused you that the murder bot himself was being nice to you in his own way, but you truly didn’t think much of it.

-Well, not until the one night at the bar that changed everything.

-It had been any regular Friday, you chilling at the bar after a game, grabbing a drink with your fellow Legends. 

-The group started slow, but after a few rounds had been passed around, people began to disperse.

-Fuse and Bloodhound were the first to sneak off somewhere, and then Mirage disappeared after the clones that he had set to attend the bar began to act up.

-Octane had ran off to a bathroom to hurl up his 17 shots, leaving you and the couple making out beside you, consisting of Loba and Valkyrie.

-You rolled your eyes at this, walking over to the bar and taking a seat on a barstool.

-Your vision was wobbly and your senses were all mixed up, so you hadn’t realized that you had sat next to someone.

-Revenant watched as you plopped down, tipsy and obviously slightly out of it.

-He had watched you get drunk; in fact, he had watched your group tucked into the corner of the bar all night getting drunk.

-As much as he ached to get closer to you, to at least try to get to know more about you, there was absolutely no way he was going to even go as far as to approach the other Legends.

-It was just in his stubborn nature.

-Looking down at you, he finished off his beer before slamming the glass down onto the counter.

-You looked up, jostled by the loud noise, and towering over you was none other than Revenant himself.

-At first, his eyes scared you; the two beady yellow LEDs burned into you.

-But after a moment, you felt yourself warm to them.

-Your intoxicated brain knew you were at least in his favor, as he dropped little hints sometimes within the games to lead to such a conclusion.

-Without thinking, you leaned into him, wrapping his torso in a bear hug.

-Revenant’s eyes widened in shock, what were you doing?

-He knew you were drunk, but drunk enough to hug a blood-thirsty assassin robot?

-Despite his mechanics speeding up at the sudden arousal within him, he didn’t dare move, too afraid of injuring your fragile form.

-You mumbled incomprehensive words into his middle-section before reaching up and groping for his large claw.

-Upon finding it, you tugged at it until he let you take it and place it on your back.

-You then did the same with the other, making him hug you back.

-He still didn’t move, slightly awed by how cute you were being, whether you realized it or not.

-He did look around, however, and after realizing the bar was pretty much empty, he let himself relax a little into your touch.

-The two of you sat there for what seemed like hours, your thoughts blank, his running faster than Octane on stim could accomplish.

-This was soft for him, but he also secretly liked the attention.

-And it wasn’t the same attention he got when he was killeader in the games or won as the Champion squad.

-This attention was a loving one, one that he hadn’t experienced in centuries.

-You had always seemed to catch his attention, so he wanted this...right?

-Yes, he did.

-Coming to his decision, he quickly withdrew himself from you, careful not to nick you with any part of his arms or hands.

-You let out a whine, obviously upset by this, but squeaked as he picked you up bridal style.

-You would be coming home with him, but not for sex or anything of that sort, just to cuddle and be with him.

-You had tempted him, and he had taken the bait.

-You grasped around his neck, clinging to him for dear life as he turned and began walking towards the exit of the bar.

-You looked into his face, confused and tired from your drunken state.

-He looked back down at you, reading your overall puzzled expression.

-Although he couldn’t reach up to comfort you, he stretched his head down to nuzzle you in the side of the neck.

-Heat rose into your cheek as he did this, and you returned it by smooshing your face into his; it wasn’t the same, but he appreciated the effort you put to replicate comfort for him.

-He pushed out the swinging doors of the bar, taking in your scent, comforting you, and feeling like the luckiest simulacrum alive.

[vintagehellfire]

All For Show | E.M

summary: Your quiet evening with Eddie wraps up sweetly, swing practice with the new guest ends up more touchy than you would have liked, and Eddie has a talk with Wayne

warnings: mature themes, smoking, alcohol, non-consensual touching (not from Eddie), fighting if you squint, controlling father, sexism, reader is referred to by they/them.18+ mdni

chapter v: put the blame on m(am)e

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Your words rang through his head the same way that church bells chime. They were loud and clear, echoing through his mind and bouncing around the many avenues in his brain. He didn’t want to dissect them too much, read too far into them but nonetheless he extended his hand only to grasp your delicately, relishing in skin against skin, your warm palm against his. He didn’t know if his heart could withstand this much longer, this yearning. The man might as well have been struck with Cupid’s arrow seeing as how hard he was falling for you. He tugs you gently towards the open space you created for the two of you, and just as the song changes over to a much slower tune he gets a burst of confidence, tugging you close so that you’re both chest to chest with each other. He swore you could feel his heartbeat hammering in his chest, rattling his ribcage like and old rusty car rattled as it drove down the poorly paved city roads. His nerves were catching up to him but he attempted not to let them show.

Your hands, however, found both Eddie’s waist and his chest, wrapping him in a half hug, safe, comforting, and god forbid you find it homelike. You gently rubbed the area over his heart, relishing in the comfort of his strong arms around you, his head gently resting on top of yours. Little did you know that the musician was trying to keep it together. He wanted you closer, he wanted to feel your body and his melded together, slotted against each other like two pieces of a puzzle — made for each other. Notes of amber fill his nostrils, unsure if it’s just the way your home smells of if it’s you as well, God, everything about you was intoxicating and he couldn’t get enough, he was an addict, trying to hold onto any last bit of the high you left him with until he could experience it again. Simply put, Eddie was smitten and it was only getting worse.

As you swayed gently with the taller man, you nuzzled your nose into his chest, the warmth lingering on every part of your person that touched him, a welcome imprint burning you up, reminding you of every soft and loving touch that should have been forbidden, that was forbidden. It was fact that forbidden fruit did taste sweeter, and here you both were proving it to each other over and over. Part of you both worried that once this sinful game was unveiled the excitement would take the love with it, turning this little slice of heaven to ash, novelty wearing off and both getting tired of each other when there wasn’t anything to chase, when there wasn’t any sneaking around. Then again, neither of you were privy to the other’s thoughts. Slowly, at pace so reluctant to let you go, the musician pulled away only to give you a slow twirl, stars in his eyes as they trailed over your figure and the floating hem of your dress. He then tucked you back under his chin but opted to drop his head next to yours, holding your hand in his selfishly. Eyes fluttering closed and lips slightly parted, he allowed himself this one moment of tenderness, this one moment of pure and innocent indulgence. A shiver traveled down your spine all the way to the tip of your tailbone causing you to press closer to the man, head titling slightly upwards so your lips barely brushed his ear. You craved him like you craved your first morning coffee, like you craved the puff of a cigarette or even a drink after a long and tiresome day. Your body and heart craved to know his just as his yearned to familiarise themselves with yours.

As the song came to a close and the record stopped, the silence threatened to draw you both apart, the looming reality that you couldn’t stay like this forever set in, encroaching on your peace. You stayed put for a little while longer, allowing the doe eyed man’s body heat to permeate yours, his head titling just enough to feel his plush pillowy lips brush across your cheek, your heart rate matching that of a hummingbird’s. Reluctantly he began pulling away, his lips teasingly dragging across your cheek before he dared take a step away, eyes scanning your face for any sign of repulsion but he found none. Your eyes bore into his, slightly downturned and pleading, eyebrows coming together. You knew you probably resembled a kicked puppy, or even a dog begging for a bone, but you couldn’t bring yourself to find any false dignity in order to care.

“Sweetheart,” the man before you breathed, wine tainted breath reaching you, but there wasn’t a single unpleasant thing about it. The wine mingled with the tobacco and breath mint that he must have had prior to coming over and it drew you in further, “I think it- I think I should go.” There was a reluctance in his voice, his vocal chords betraying him as they trembled with every word.

“Oh.” You breathed out, chest deflating completely, your heart shattering in your chest, the shards lodging themselves into your lungs rendering it hard to breathe. You had thought that you were both having a good evening. “You didn’t want to stay just a little longer?” You inquired out of curiosity. “You’re not imposing, I promise.” You add quickly, making sure he knows that he’s welcome to stay as long as he so desires. Hell, you’d even let him stay the night if he asked.

“Oh, bunny…” A hand lifted to your cheek, his thumb lovingly brushing across your cheekbone, a softness that you weren’t expecting was granted to you and soon you realised it wasn’t particularly his choice to leave, rather that he didn’t want to overstay his welcome, to sour you to his company. “Are you sure?” You only nodded in response, his hand still on your cheek.

“Please, Eds.” You whispered out and god who was he to deny you when you were begging him like that. He’d be lying in he said your breathy plea didn’t go straight south. It left him with nothing but a desire clouded mind and he barely had the restraint to keep his feet firmly planted where they were.What would happen if he were to close the gap between you both right there and then? Would you melt into his arms or would you shove him away and out the door? He wasn’t about to risk it all no matter how much his heart was telling him to. He’d rather have you in his life, no matter how frustrating for his desire, than not at all.

“Well who am I do say no when you ask so nicely?” A smile tugged at his lips, eyes glimmering in the candlelight, and you swore that this is what gods looked like. It was as if he was illuminated by heaven’s light, touched by golden threads, casting a warm glow from his very being. You smiled back at him and gently bunched your hand into his shirt, tugging him back towards the couch so that you could both sit, yet a heat started building between your legs, one you knew you’d need to satiate later, one that you wished you could resolve here an now by dropping to your knees and… “Oh, I almost forgot.” Eddie’s honey voice cut you off of your less than holy thoughts. He reached into his back pocket with one hand and pulled out a small piece of paper, folded over itself four times. He extends it to you between two fingers, nerves eating him alive as he does so. Your fingers let go of his shirt, coming to brush his as you take the paper between them. “I had this idea for a number we could do next week maybe, but uh..” His hand only left your cheek then, coming to rub the back of his neck. “Please read it after I leave, okay? Promise me that.” He pleaded, earning a nod from you.

“Okay.” You agree with a small tug of your lips. “Now come on, lets have a bite to eat, yeah?”

The rest of the evening passed by in a similar nature, the two of you sharing the bottle of wine over the canapés you’d prepared, in particular the stuffed mushrooms as they seemed to be the favourite. You both danced around the intimacy of your more than platonic relationship, but neither broached the topic, only ever parting the other’s side to flip the record or change it. As the evening drew to a close in the wee hours of the night, there was a reluctance and yearning that hung in the air like an ornament. A little out of place for the time of year and maybe a little too bright. It was increasingly more difficult to ignore the tension building between the two of you, A live wire, a string wound too tight, threatening to snap and potentially hurt one or both of you in its aftermath.

With his ringed hands coming to his knees, Eddie pushed himself from your couch, reaching behind you, his person moving into your personal bubble, almost teasingly, only to grab his leather jacket from over your shoulder, his face mere inches from yours as he bent down.

“This time I really should get going, bunny.” A mischievous tug of his lips indicated that he knew what he was, however, you didn’t see him backing off. He was intoxicating and yet infuriating all at the same time. Your breath hitched as he leaned a fraction of an inch closer to you but before you even had the wherewithal to react, he pulled away. Disappointment pooled you instantaneously, no you didn’t have feelings for the man… No it wasn’t possible, it was just that you enjoyed his company right? But the hallow feeling that remained lodged in your chest told you otherwise.

“Don’t forget to take the book.” You managed to choke out. Your response came a half second too late and if Eddie had known you better, he would have known that there was something else in there that you were trying to hide behind the lame excuse. You then get up to riche around the back of the couch, picking up your copy of The Lord of the Rings, gently handling it as if it were a precious jewel. Smoothing your hands over the cover you allowed yourself to steal a peak that the unruly musician. “I trust that it’s in good hands.” Offering up your softest smile, you pad over to Eddie, thrusting the book slowly in his direction and he takes it, hands lingering on yours while he does so. His eyes flick over the cover, he’s biting his lip as if to hold himself back from something but whatever thoughts he was having were cut short when his eyes flicked over to meet yours, and with the most sincerity you think you’ve ever heard he whispers out the softest promise to you.

“I’ll keep secret, keep it safe.” His reference to the beloved grey wizard had your heart soaring. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Part of him wanted to abandon his story of having to leave because in all reality he would much rather stay with you, locked away in what seemed to be a fantasy world, but neither of you could, and so you walked him to the door. The movements were slow, steady, neither wanted the other to go anywhere because it would mean the end of a perfect evening, and yet it had to be done.

“It’s no problem, Eds. I hope that everything was okay.” A certain insecurity floods your veins. Did he wanted to leave? Did he think everything was awful and changed his mind, not wanting to see you anymore? Your woes were swiftly put to rest, however, when the man before you broke the silence.

“Are you kidding me, sweetheart? That was more than I could have ever even asked for.” He admits. “It was damn near perfect and if I co-didn’t have to go,..” There’s a glassiness in his eyes as he trails off but he shakes it away just as quickly as it came. You take a small step closer to him, before looking down to your feet. You balance from foot to foot, an anxiety slowly eating you from the inside out before you decide to rip the bandaid off. You close the gap between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his torso and enveloping him in a hug. Beneath you, his body tensed before completely relaxing into yours, arms coming to wrap around you in return, his chin resting on your head softly. There was moment where he was sure you’d feel his heart beating harder than it should, where you’d hear the beat it skips over and recoil because it’s too much evidence of his growing feelings. The musician couldn’t help himself around you, his heart, his soul, it was yours from the moment he laid eyes on you and so he opted for small gesture you’d certainly read too much into and he kissed the top of your head.

The small gesture wasn’t lost on you, and it only prompted you to snuggle into his chest further, taking in the way he smelled, the way his muscles were defined in his ,and it certainly only drew your attention to his eating heart even more than prior. You were sure it was your favourite sound in the world, and it could lull you into a safe sleep, free of restless dreams and horrible nightmares.

“Alright, sweetheart, I’ve got to go.” The man pulled away from you, keeping you at less than an arm’s distance away just in case… in case of what, well, he’d leave that to you. He vehemently refused to impose himself on you, besides, how was his heart supposed to take it if you didn’t reciprocate?

“Okay, well, get home safe, Eds.” You offered up a ghost of a smile, present yet tainted with the melancholy of the reality in which you both lived. You were daddy’s precious child and who would want to impede or intrude on that?

“Thank you, darling, but s’no big deal,” He shrugged, kicking his foot against your welcome mat, “I don’t think there will be much of a bother tonight honestly.” He makes eye contact with the ground before wishing you a soft spoken goodnight, so gentle and timid, it was only meant to be shared with you. The wild haired and whiskey eyed musician was unfortunately on the less than fortunate side of Lady Luck herself, not often indulging in such kindness, even in moments like these where he thought there might have been an inkling of flirtation, but tonight there was no mistaking it, yet it was still better to not be too presumptuous. A fraction of a second passed before the beatnik turned to head out. Stepping away from you felt like drowning, the helping hand to pull him up from the tumultuous tide, pulling itself from the impending dangers of the merciless ocean. What he didn’t account for was that somewhere in the span of the evening you had given him your heart, and in leaving he was taking it with him, drowning it along with him. As you watch him, the word ‘stay’ hides behind your teeth, on the tip of your tongue, threatening to break down the barricade and hurdle itself into the open air, and yet you hold yourself back from it. It’s better to keep your heart intact, albeit with someone, than have it shattered, leaving you to pick up the pieces alone.

You close the heavy wooden door behind him, slumping back against it, your only support for the time being. Your eyes flick over the scene before you; your living room in complete disarray from the intimate evening, a hole burned into your bookshelf from the missing first edition of your favourite book, and the little note Eddie left for you weighing heavy on the coffee table. You weren’t dealing with any of this tonight, choosing to bask in the evidence of having shared a space with such a kind soul, no matter how unlikely it is to blossom into something more than a fleeting companionship. And so you opted to pull The Picture of Dorian Grey from your shelf, padding over to your room before allowing yourself to succumb to a deep slumber, book still perched on your chest.

The next morning chaos had erupted at the bar. There was a tight deadline for the grand Friday night performance with the guest father had invited. You’d learned that his name was William, yet you couldn’t help but feel absolutely nothing for this dance partner. In fact, the more you got to know him the less you cared and the more you realised that he was a narcissist. It was increasingly harder to ignore his off coloured comments and his need for control.

You were roped into a strenuous practice with the unpleasant man, and Eddie was to practice the pieces that were to be performed this upcoming week, transitioning into the bolder and jauntier pieces for the weekend debauchery that would surely ensue over the course of the evenings. You didn’t feel particularly compelled and yet you still found yourself with your hand on William’s shoulder, his on your waist. He led and you followed, however it felt more like getting dragged around. The man would have more use dancing with a mop as opposed to a person.

“Mr. Munson?” Your father’s voice booms from across the showroom, inquisitively, his tone relatively light.There was surely a request hiding behind his lips. “Could you pick up on that swing number today? We need all the practice we can get!” There is was...You father was too busy running from one end of the establishment to the other, now entertaining the whims of a delivery man, ready to pay the contract he had with a local brewery, and yet the cube* continued yammering on. Your father was present, or at least he tried to be. He didn’t want to be like any of the other business owners, absent, running their establishments with half a mind, no, and that’s why he was here.

With a sigh, Eddie started off the introduction, looping it in order to give you ample time to get into the groove of things. You on the other hand wanted nothing more than to pry yourself away from your partner and run to the piano player, consequences be damned. You knew you couldn’t, locked into your punishment. William was a lucky shmuck if anything, getting to freely put his hands on you, his arms around your waist… If Eddie dared to allow his thoughts to wander his blood pressure would surely go up and he’d blow a gasket. Who was he to prevent you from dancing with others. He didn’t own you, nor did he want to, but he sure would have like the privilege of calling you his. It was then, in watching you dance that he decided that he wanted to take you out to grab a coffee, to the bookstore, anywhere you wanted to take him, he’d go. The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks, and suddenly he was a fool in love. If the man were being completely honest he would have said that falling for you was as if seeing a grand piano at the top of the stairs case, you know what’s coming but you don’t know what to expect. You can’t brace yourself for the impact that’s to come if you don’t know the exact moment it’s coming. Falling in love with you was like that, inevitable, possibly disastrous and yet no matter the damage, it would never be a mistake. If performing a tedious routine, one in which he couldn’t stand to even glance at your swing partner, meant getting to breathe the same air as you, he would. Hell, he would make a deal with the devil at a crossroads if it meant he would get all of eternity to play music for you.

Eddie was completely gone for you since the moment you shared a dance at the Latin Quarter and every little thing you did for him just added on to his infatuation. You’d crack a joke and your eyes would search the room for him, and it didn’t go unnoticed, and that’s why when your body language suddenly shifted, a tension brewing in the air, Eddie was the first to notice. It hadn’t been too long since he started the blithe filled tune and yet you were squirming, movement unnatural to those of swing dance. It wasn’t the first, or last time Eddie had seen you swing dance, and something nagged at him, picking away at his conscience that something was off colour in this situation. While he was correct, he didn’t realise just how dire the situation was, William’s hands sliding down the small of your back in order to grope your ass. He allowed his hands to roam your body freely, taking you in, sizing you up. You tried to laugh it off, your smile twisting into an uncomfortable grimace, pulling away from him abruptly in order to try to spin. Your movements had the opposite consequence of what you’d hoped, the opportunity to pull you even closer presenting itself to your counterpart. With a certain violence he yanked you towards him, the socket of your shoulder igniting with a twinge of pain at the force used to bring you close. There was a panic starting to set in, seeping slowly into your heart like grains of sand in an hourglass, obviously ticking by, slowly, yet feeling more dire than it might actually be. That didn’t matter to the piano playing beatnik though. The moment you tugged your hand from your dance partner’s the piano playing abruptly came to a stop, a stark contrast to the joyous atmosphere that had previously been set. He practically tore himself from his bench and took long strides to confront the dancer.

“Hey, what the fuck did you stop your playing for?” William demanded, anger tainting his tone of voice, soaking into every single pore. He tore himself from you violently and turned to Eddie, ready to close the gap if needed.

“Billy, cool it*” You warned, your tone alarmed.

“You fuckin’ zip it.” He venomously snapped towards you, razor sharp tongue lashing out for the soul purpose of wounding you, as if you’d even allow him the curtesy. “and,” he turned back to Eddie, an accusatory finger pointed at him, “you get back behind that fuckin’ piano or else I’ll put your fingers to a better use, ya dig?*” There was an underlying threat, one your father often used when musicians got too handsy, and yet you didn’t expect to hear such a threat from a collègue. Before you even get the chance to reach out and touch him, the musician you have your heart set on closes the distance between the two and for a moment time stands still. Without a single ounce of hesitation he fisted William’s suspenders and tugged the man forward. The doe eyed man’s expression hardened, if looks could kill, this one would. With each movement his sleeves rode up further, exposing his tensed forearm muscles, and you’d be lying to yourself if you had said you weren’t gone for them. You were drooling over this one simple act, christ who were you? Before you could even blink, the musician had grabbed hold of William’s suspenders, tugging the man forward with ease, the veins in his arms more defined than they ever were before and god what you’d do to have such arms around you.

“Watch it, pal,” he snarls, nostrils flaring, a spark igniting an ember of fury within him, eyes completely frenzied, a newly kindled fire burning up in them, his soft features swallowed by the flames of his anger. There’s a certain snap in hip and his grip tightens, nearly pulling the blonde man before him off his feet. “You don’t put your hands where they don’t belong.” The growl that emanated from the cavernous depths of his throat both frighted and aroused you, your thighs clenching slightly at his newfound demeanour. While you were afraid, you weren’t afraid of Eddie, no, you were afraid of what might be done to your dance partner, not that he didn’t deserve what was coming to him. William’s lips curl into a dark snarl, the corners of his lips curling up in a wicked manner,

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it beatnik?” The dancer taunts, spitting hellfire fuelled insults with every venomous breath to leave his body. It wouldn’t surprise you if his lungs were filled with poison, and his soul blackened. William wasn’t afraid of Eddie, why would he be?He had the status, the stardom, and he had most women swooning over him. Club owners begged to have him in while their daughters longed to marry him, tie him down, but that wasn’t his style, so why would he retaliate when luck was already in his favour? He didn’t need to lift a finger because the heavy lifting was already done for him by his notoriety. There was a thick tension that hung in the air, hot and heavy, the atmosphere r airflow slowly but surely. There was a hitch in your very last inhale before a long pause, your lungs suddenly disconnecting from your brain, forgetting their most basic responsibility. If you weren’t already willing to jump Eddie’s bones, you sure as fuck were with the utterance of the next words.

“You touch ‘em again and you’ll find out.” The low growl that ripped from the frenzied musician was nothing short of damn alluring, and had you heard it in the bedroom you’d have presented yourself to him in any way he so asked, but the context here was far from adoring. There were no lust filled gazes exchanged by first-time lovers, no, this was violent. The rubber band was pulled back far and on the very precipice of giving way but you weren’t sure which way it would snap. Luckily the clearing of your father’s throat snapped everyone out of the trance they were in, the wild eyes musician dropping the dancer as if scalded by boiling oil while the blond man adorned a devilish smirk, convinced that everything had gone his way.

“Mr. Munson, may I kindly suggest you take the rest of the day off in order to cool off? Come back tomorrow when you’re ready to exhibit some,” your father looked the ragged showman up and down in disgust, “professionalism…”. The older man’s lip curled up into a snarl and there was no mistaking the heavy tension that was decorating the atmosphere so gracefully, suffocating everyone in the room. You watch your… you didn’t know what to call him, truthfully. Nonetheless, you watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed harshly.

“Sir, I-“ The words were barely out of his mouth when your father sternly cut him off, icing him out of any potential conversation that was to be had. Your father was a strict man and when his mind was made up there was no changing it, at least not in regards to things such as these, and in this case he was down right frosted*.

“I do not want any excuses, Mr. Munson. Now go.” The order was harsh and room for any argument was nonexistent. Recognising that, your favourite dance partner let out a huff, eyeing William once more, a scrutinising eye staring daggers through him. If looks could kill, the blond would be a dead man walking. A quick turn of his heel and Eddie stomps off to collect his things, ripping his jacket from the coat rack and violently picking up his bag from beside the piano before turning to give you one last look on his way out. As his eyes find yours they soften, an apology written behind them for the position that he put you in, but you didn’t care, he had saved you from trouble for all you cared. When the only thing left was his heavy footsteps echoing through the bar, William - Billy as you called him - turned to you with a smirk, clearly thinking he had emerged victorious in this situation. As he advances towards you, you flinch away, ripping your arm from him before he can secure his harsh grip on you.

“Don’t even think about it.” You venomously hiss through your teeth, eyebrows coming together as your top lip curls in disgust. Your father is quick to intervene, however, jumping to defend his esteemed and notable guest performer without even a second thought.

“Honey, you have to admit that Mr. Munson was out of like when he decided to put his hands on out dear guest William. Seems he was just ichin’ for a switchin’.*” Your father sighs out, exasperated by the events that had just transpired.

“Whether Mr. Munson was out of line or not is none of my concern when your esteemed guest won’t stop fondling me. You’re so preoccupied demonising your musicians that you don’t see the issues right under your nose, father.” It was your turn to storm off, twirling on the balls of your feet, heels clacking loudly through the performance hall as the two men watched you leave. He had never witnessed you in such a state, so bitter, so cold towards him. There was something that was going on with you and he was desperate to find out, knowing it would prove difficult. You weren’t exactly the most forthcoming in vocalising what bothered you, at least not to your family who had proved too judgemental one too many a time. So with a bitterness in your heart you gathered your belongings and stormed out of your workplace and out into the chilly air.

You opted to walk home, the corridors of wind licking at your face as you passed by alleyways, lashing harshly against your cheekbones like a whip. Your brain wouldn’t stop turning, running a mile a minute as you tried to process your outburst. You had never just up and left work like that before, always staying until it was time to perform, after all if you didn’t perform you didn’t get paid. It made you good money, part of it sowing in from the door fees and other times getting paid by your father for your time on stage. Sometimes the patrons would pay you as well but it wasn’t what kept the income stable. Regardless, you imagined that there would be consequences to your abrupt departure.

As your heels clicked against the pavement, the cars hissing by created the perfect soundtrack for your mind to wander to the note on your coffee table. Had Eddie left his number on it as well? Would you be able to call and discuss the piece he wanted to recommend you perform? If he had left a number would he even want to talk to you about work or was it more than that? Part of you hoped it was. While your mind wandered, your feet moved for you, pushing you in the direction of home, yet while your thoughts consumed you, your legs carried you a block too far before you even realised where you were, forcing you to turn back with a grumble. When you manage to get to your apartment you stomp up the steps towards the front door, unlocking it with a key before marching up the winding steps towards your apartment’s door. The tea room and fine dining establishment on the ground floor wafted the savoury scent of freshly prepared lunch. It had your mouth watering but you pressed on until to pushed into your intimate space, evidence of Eddie still lingering in the air. You closed the door behind you with a click, checking your clock for the time. Your usual twenty minute walk had taken a turn closer to thirty minutes and you were worried that maybe you’d missed your chance to call Eddie, if you even had his number. You made haste to kick your heels off, shedding your overcoat, before marching to the coffee table to pick up the note. As you unfolded the paper you caught glimpse of his scraggly handwriting. ‘Let me know what you think, sweetheart. X’ with his phone number scribbled in black ink across the ivory page. Your heart hammered into your chest and you quickly made it over to your phone, turning the rotary disc in order to punch in his number. The phone rang, echoing though the receiver loudly as your blood flow seemed to deafen you, reaching your ears but the longer the phone rang, the more your anxiety subsided, a slight dejection settling in. After about 15 blaring rings of the phone, you hung up, slumping into the nearest chair wondering where the curly haired man could have possibly gone after your father had asked him to leave. In your state, you opted to light a cigarette, reaching for your Newports — something lighter and more refreshing than your Chesterfield’s.

Somewhere in Brooklyn Eddie’s mind was racing, his legs were moving him with a mind of their own as his head was in the clouds, fogged over by his thoughts, haunted with what had transpired at the bar. He questioned himself and what he was even thinking, more accurately, he wasn’t thinking in the moment of his outburst. He knew the little green monster had a part in it, the devil on his shoulder telling him that nobody should touch his person like that. That was the problem though, you weren’t his and you certainly weren’t ever going to be. The more Eddie thought about it, the less he wanted you to be his but rather he wanted you to be with him. He didn’t want to own you or stop your comings and goings. He knew you already had it hard enough and the last thing he would have wanted to do was restrict you, but what if you didn’t want him? What if you didn’t reciprocate? You hadn’t even known each other a month and yet the pull the wild haired man felt towards you was insatiable, he couldn’t get enough of the energy you exuded - you were a wild firecracker, bright and full of life, and maybe part of him worried that maybe he’d stub you out, leaving only embers in the wake. He was buried so deep in his own thoughts that he was completely blind to the fact that he was the one lighting your fire.

Eddie’s feet dragged up the familiar steps of the rust coloured brownstone, straightening his back a little before knocking on the front door. His knocks were swift and hard yet he differentiated himself from others with a signature staccato knock, an homage to whatever song he was enamoured with at the moment. It wasn’t like him to drop by unannounced, much less at his uncle’s place, when he knew that Wayne might be out. They hadn’t planed to have lunch or dinner together on this day, but regardless his heart sped when he heard the soft shuffling of his uncle’s slippers from just beyond the door.

“Boy, you better have a good reason for posting up at my door when you’re supposed to be at work.” Were the first words out of the stocky man’s mouth. Looking at him, you’d wouldn’t think there was much under his collar shirt or baggy pants, however after years of manual labour the man was surprisingly strong. His eyes, though hard in his disappointment with Eddie turned a soft brown when he really took his nephew in.

“Hi Wayne.” The man uttered out, hair falling into his face as he directed his gaze to his feet. “I fucked up.” He sighed out, refusing to allow his uncle to see his bottom lip wobble. The balding man sighed and side stepped in order to let his nephew through the door, extending his arm as a dramatic means of pointing him in the direction of the living room. The door creaks and groans as Eddie’s uncle shuts it, a solid clack of the faceplate against it’s counterpart. He turns the lock, clicking the deadbolt into place before shuffling over to the sitting area. His muscles creak as he sits in his recliner, turning his hand over and pointing to the couch across the way, signalling for Eddie to sit. The younger obliges, but his fidgeting doesn’t stop, hesitating between reaching for his pack of Deck of Luckies* or bouncing his leg. He opts for the former, plucking the weed* from it’s crushed box. He offers one to the older who grumbles before leaning over and grabbing one with his worn fingers, dirt still underneath his fingernails. He twists it slowly, contemplatively, between his knuckles before he brings it to his lips and lights it. The musician takes this as a sign to bring his own to his lips and they both pull out their respective lighters, allowing the flames to lick the ends of the rolls before taking long drags.

“Now, you gonna tell me what’s got ya knockin’ at my door like this?” His uncle pushes, exhaling a cloud of smoke, all elegance gone as the grey-blue curls consume his space. His eyes bore into his unruly nephew, analysing whether he was in trouble, the gears turning yet his expression remained unreadable. Wayne was stoic, reserved and if he didn’t need to be involved, he didn’t want to be, however Eddie was the son he never had, the son he raised with love and kindness when the world wanted to give him anything but, and so it was his duty to be there for him through thick and thin.

“Christ I,” Eddie already had his head in his hands, shaking his head with a groan. His cigarette was preventing him from gripping his hair and consequently burning it. He lifted his gaze to meet his uncles and sighed out deeply, “I got sent home for the day from a job I love because I couldn’t keep my fucking hands to myself, but christ Wayne, the man deserved it, he was fucking,” he nearly chokes at the thought before he recovers, bringing the cancer stick to his pouty lips, plump, swollen from biting at them, an evidence of the all consuming anxiety that riddled him since he left your father’s bar, “he was fucking touching them everywhere and they wanted to get away. Jesus I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so fucking panicked, Wayne.” His eyes finally dared meet his uncles and he was surprised to be met with a much softer expression. Wayne listened, nodding slowly, taking soft drags as he contemplated what was being said. “And their father, he’s so hung up on his precious darling not being involved with musicians that he can’t see what’s going on under his nose! He just wants to have this total control over them as if they’re not their own person. Christ, we had to sneak out to even go for food because he’s got this iron grip… It’s his kid for fuck’s sake!” The musician suddenly cries out, angrily flicking some ash into the nearby ash tray. “Fucking thinks he’s got the right to run his kid’s life as if they can’t handle themselves, as if they haven’t lived alone for god knows how long…”

“Why’s it botherin’ you what that old man does with his grown child? Boy you’re there to be paid to play the devils music!” There was some truth to that, but Wayne didn’t really believe what he said, not to the full extent of it anyway. It was a means to egg his nephew on, to get him to open up about what was really going on deep down. Even though Wayne was a man of few words,he knew what buttons to press in order to get the answers he wanted.

“S’my business when they’re telling me they’re miserable!” Tone raised in slight alarm before muttering out an apology through half a drag before he artfully blew the smoke out from the side of his mouth.”S”not my business to butt my head into but they’re such a doll and I can’t stand seeing ‘em so scared to live their life, to go out. You should have seen ‘em, Wayne, they’re so scared of being near me in the same capacity as any other coworkers and we can’t even talk to each other outside of work. Even shop talk is limited by their father. He’s always lurking and listening in, reminding ‘em that musicians are off limits because we’re all no good beatniks and s’all we are. That man would have me hung if he knew I was at their apartment last night, and Jesus H. Christ, what a night. I mean from the food they made me, to the dance we shared. Christ the little crinkle in their eyes when they smile? I was gone, especially when they gave me their first edition of the Lord of the Rings. And past that, barring what an amazing person they seem to be, Wayne we work so well together. We move together, it’s like… it’s like… I’ve never experienced before. I set the beat and they follow and it’s perfect, christ they’re perfect.” Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh, unsure of how to follow that up. When he looks up at Wayne, he’s met with a knowing smirk, and a slow drag from his cigarette. Wayne didn’t need to say anything for Eddie to know that look with that mischievous little twinkle in his eyes.

“If I didn’t know ya any better I’d be askin’ ya why ya give half a damn about a showgirl.” He hallows his cheeks around the cancer stick before blowing the smoke through his nose. He couldn’t help but tease his nephew about this - it’s not like he often came home rambling about some darling he had developed something akin to a crush on and boy was Wayne going to exploit it if he could.

“Shut up.” The younger grumbles, taking a long drag to ease his nerves, head turning towards the floor, suddenly finding the winding patters of the hardwood flooring much more interesting than the conversation he had initiated. He should have expected the teasing from his closest family member. The musician wanted a hole to open up in the ground and swallow him. What was he? A teenager with a pathetic unrequited crush? No, he was a grown man and he should be able to identify his emotions, and a pathetic crush was not one of them… it was more like a love that began brewing, a light simmer at first but it was slowly growing to a boil.

“Boy, you have to tell ‘em how you’re feeling.” He had never seen his boy so whipped for someone in such a short amount of time. “If this person of yours is worth a damn you better do something about it before someone else does.” He warns, pointing his cigarette at the younger man, his middle and ring finger tightly holding onto the white cylinder. The embers are slowly reaching the filter, flirting with the idea of burning past it. Before they have a chance to singe the knuckles of Wayne’s fingers he puts out his weed and pulls another from the pack that finds a home on his coffee table.

“It’s not that simple.” An exasperated sigh escapes from the mousy haired man’s parted lips. He takes a long drag, one that leaves Wayne raising an eyebrow and leaning forward in his recliner. It seemed like s situation that might call for a drink. Hands on his knees, lit cigarette in hand he tilts his head towards the little bar cart but Eddie shakes his head no. Not for this. “I think there’s something there but you know I’ve never been good at reading situations like these. They invited me over for dinner and drinks last night and when I tell you that my heart fell into my ass… I couldn’t believe it, pretty little thing like them wants me to come over for a more private rehearsal and who am I to say no? Let me tell you, Wayne, there was no rehearsing being done.” A smirk fell upon the older man’s lips, tugging the corners coyly up. “It was so gentle and I don’t think I’ve ever…” He trails off, thoughts whirring through what happened. He was really about to spill his innermost thoughts to his uncle and that had his gut twisting in a foreign way. Part of him feared that voicing his unrequited love would cement his feelings into a reality that he couldn’t shake. He would drown in the ocean of them, the violent tide swallowing him whole without your hand to pull him out and onto a secure life raft. He was so afraid he was misreading the situation, that maybe you were just a fun game to him, that you were just this flirty with others - it would be easier to believe that, however; the way you had butt heads with your father over him, over your desperate desire for freedom, told him otherwise.

“I don’t think I’ve experienced something so domestic before. We had some wine and canapés, their jazz records played in the background and some I’ve never even heard of. Christ Wayne, they let me into their world and I don’t even know what to do with myself! I mean fucking,” his last ounce of resolve was breaking, crumbling, “fucking look!” In a swift move he stubbed out his cigarette and grabbed his bag. In contrast to his previous motions, he slowly and tenderly grabbed hold of the object he desired to show Wayne, loving hands cradling the hard cover of the book you had made him promise to take.

“What are you showing me a book for, son?” Part of Wayne was stumped but part of him wanted to pry a further explanation from his beloved nephew. He was thoroughly enjoying this side of him, the slightly lovesick at-his-whits-end side. There had been a time once before he had witnessed such a colour on him, however it was never with such frantic intensity.

“Jesus H Christ, I,” Eddie ran his hands over the cover, cherishing such a gift, “It’s a first edition of the Lord of the Rings.” His uncles eyes bulged at that, knowing that his nephew was enamoured with Tolkien and his writings the moment the book hit the library shelves. “And it’s annotated wildly. Not on the pages, god forbid, no they stuck little bits of paper in to annotate it and I knew I couldn’t keep it the moment they offered it up but I told them I’d borrow it. It’s too precious. I swear I could’ve kissed them then and there, the devil knows I wanted to.”

“Are you telling me you and this darling haven’t been necking?” This earned a small nod from Eddie. “Boy, you are down bad.” The younger let out a long groan, suddenly wanting to bury himself alive for how ridiculous he was being over something so fleeting, or so he thought. He couldn’t possibly keep pining, it would kill him.

“It’s not that simple, their daddy is the club owner and he made it abundantly clear that he would have my hands if any moves were made towards his precious. Maybe we just need to slow down, I don’t - I don’t know. All I know is that dancing with them is something else. I’ve never had someone keep up with me or even take lead and set the rhythm. Swing or slow dancing, you name it Wayne, and their body lets the music take command.” Eddie knew how music moved you, he knew he was the music’s master and that the music was yours, he was conscious of the power dynamic going I both directions. One unwanted move and you could have him sacked, one jaunty show tune and you were putty in his hands, unable to resist your calling. “I just want to do right by them, and if I make unwelcome advances, where would that put me?” Eddie’s amber eyes bore into Wayne, a certain plea hiding behind them, praying that his uncle held the answer in his hands, or rather on the tip of his tongue.

“Boy, you better pull your head from that ass of yours, I swear…” he proceeds to light another cigarette, taking a shallow drag before picking back up where he left off. “It sounds to me like this dancer is quite sweet on ya already but you’re both too chickenshit to do something about it.” And Wayne was right because with admitting that you were both in deep so early on meant that there was something more serious there, and something more serious would lead to trouble with your father.

glossary:

Cube: a normal person

Cool it: Relax/settle down

Y’a dig?: Do you understand me?

Frosted: Angry

Itchin’ for a switchin’: Threatening a fight

Deck of Luckies: Pack of cigarettes - usually Lucky Strike

Weed: a cigarette

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tag list: @ali-r3n @munson-blurbs @cryingglightningg @honey-eyed-munson

a/n: thank you so much for reading! And for sticking around through the long wait for this chapter. I actually started writing chapter 6 and well honestly, it was supposed to be part of this one but I think leaving this one with Wayne is the best choice :) I hope you enjoyed it!

[featherglum]

Silly transformers ocs that came to me in a dream (except I heavily altered the designs and lore from the original vision)

In the dream, I was browsing a website similar to artfight and saw a transformers oc named Priest ( @sonia-aquamarineson 's oc Gusty was on there too, but he was called Herring. This has no bearing on the rest of the lore, it was just funny). Priest's original design was a bit different from the current one and looked more like this:

(Made with this picrew and edited a bit to be more accurate. I didn't draw him because I wanted to get his design down ASAP before forgetting everything + I wasn't very confident in drawing tf characters yet.)

His lore was very inconsistent. A picture on his page implied that his alt mode was a speaker, but the first line of his description said it was a set of silverware. But that was contradicted too at the end where it said he was "a book with pages as brittle as his trust". There was also a mention of how someone cursed him and since then he just stayed at home.

There were also these 3 pictures that were, (allegedly) related to his backstory:

(Some nun looking with disapproval, Priest's human version looking sad or scared and finally, a weird Christmas tree with a face [what])

So yeah. Priest's backstory was pretty nonsensical, but thankfully after sharing the dream with Sonia (because Gusty was there briefly) we were both so normal about the guy that we decided to make his lore make sense.

Basically:

Pine was a cringefail scientist fed up with having his lab at some abandoned, rusty old base next to a junkyard in the middle of nowhere and wanted the other cons to finally respect him. So when his inventions weren't impressive enough, he had a different plan

He was going to kidnap some autobot and then contact their friends with a typical "grr hand over the secret info or your friend will die >:-[" message. But here's the twist! Before that, he would put a bomb inside the bot's chassis, which would activate when they leave the base. So even if the friends showed up to heroically rescue their bestie, they would still die anyway! Yippee!!

He managed to catch an unsuspecting bot, which happened to be Priest, and all seemed to be going well...

.. Until it turned out Priest was about as respected by the autobots as Pine was by the decepticons. When contacted, Priest's acquaintances couldn't care less about him possibly dying. They didn't seem too keen on heroically rescuing him, but didn't hand over the information Pine wanted, either.

Pine wasn't sure what to do. Sure, the bomb was already there, just waiting to be detonated. But on the other hand... was it really worth it? What's the point of this kind of murder when no one is watching?! When there's no one the lament the loss of their loved one?! And as much as he hated to admit it, he felt some sympathy for Priest, who was as much of a loser as he was.

Pine was like "ok, kidnapping's over, your murder is cancelled. Lemme take that bomb out of your chassis real quick. Then you can go wherever you want and forget this ever happened. Sorry for wasting your time". And yeah he took that bomb out but there was another problem.

Priest didn't really have anywhere to go and didn't want to come back to the autobots, considering how little they cared about him.

And so, he ended up staying with Pine and joining the decepticons (which had little to do with the actual ideology and more with wanting their partnership to look less suspicious). Priest spends his days helping Pine with his inventions and digging through the junkyard for any interesting devices he could use as an alt mode (since there isn't much else to do there, really). As such, he changes his alt mode very often and it's a bit hard to keep up with sometimes. However, one form he often comes back to is an arcade machine (which is the design pictured in his ref!)

Also don't ask how an arcade machine ended up in space. This is a ridiculous little story about a pathetic pine tree robot and and a guy named Priest. And it was based on a dream. Weirdness is unavoidable here.

Oh that was long. If you're still reading say. Uh. Idk just say something.

And shoutout to @sonia-aquamarineson yet again for helping me figure out the lore and her contributions to Pine's design!!

If anyone has questions about them, my asks are always open

[bluegekk0]

25 for PK?

Also: I have finished a bit of fpk AU writing… are your DMs open so I can drop it in? Just making sure I don’t bug you by randomly showing up.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

unfortunately i fell victim to all the fandom jokes, and saw him as a saw obsessed horrible father that tossed the vessels into the void if they weren't pure. but i remember watching a video on him one day, i can't remember what it was exactly, but it went into more detail about how the vessels actually hatched from within the abyss, something i unfortunately missed while playing the game, and it made me think more about pk as a character. there was also all the fanart i saw of him that went outside of those tired fandom jokes and actually explored him as a character, and i found that fascinating. didn't take long for him to become my favorite

and, well, you can already see where i am now. my au version definitely evolved way past the canon, there's so much that i personally projected onto him and that makes him very special to me, in the way no other character before him was. he brings me comfort, i love drawing him and thinking of all kinds of scenarios with him involved, but it goes beyond all the fluff. the morally grey nature of his character, the guilt and shame he feels, and all the traits that i gave him that go alongside what the canon implied, they give him that little bit of angst that helps build his character. if it wasn't for what happened in canon, i don't think i would have made him struggle with his confidence to such an extent, and so i wouldn't be able to relate to him nearly nearly as much as i do

i may not enjoy a lot of the fandom interpretations of him anymore, it's nothing personal, i just have such a clear idea of fpk as a character that it feels wrong sometimes. like, it's a whole "he would NOT say/do that" thing, and it makes me unable to engage with it as much as i did before the au was created. it has its moments of frustration, but it just makes me get even more attached to fpk. he's my guy now, and if anything happened to him i would kill everyone in the room and then myself

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as for the second part of the ask. if all the porn/spam bots messaging me on a regular basis are anything to go by, then i'm pretty sure my dms are open. so sure, go ahead haha

[skittlewaffle]

Different Flavors of Daycare Attendants (WIP maybe ??)

PLEASE NOTE that I do not read fics a lot and certainly don’t know everything. These are just general headcanons about the Daycare Attendant placed into categories! Personally my view is a mix of a good handful of every category

But yes this was all made for fun because I have brainrot. I’ll keep adding to this post or make a part two if this is something people enjoy, and I’m happy to accept any help! I know there are plenty more headcanons that I don’t have under categories yet.

… Some sections were rushed because I just wanted to post this before Ruin comes out and the Biblically Accurate section gets muddled.. haha. JUST,, enjoy !!!

Canon

Sun

Unhinged

Potentially partially virused, though it’s generally assumed not

Theatrical antics

Probably overdramatic on purpose / playing his theater role but in a child care setting

LIGHTS ON!!

Overbearing, offputting, and loud

Stickler for rules and cleanliness

Keeps daycare clean and organized, but not himself or his room

Might not be restricted to daycare out of frame, but implications are present that he may be lonely

It’s unclear if he and Moon have a connection in their headspace, but it is sometimes assumed they don’t

Probably unaware of Moon’s virused state

Moon

Silly gremlin

Fully virused

Theatrical antics amplified; evil stage persona is more literal

Naptime protocol amplified; what feels to him like putting people to sleep is actually killing people

Childcare and entertainment programming still seems functional

Creepy

Loves to stalk, dance, and play pretend

Shares Sun’s obsession with rules and cleanup

Strong enough to knock out a Glamrock

Seems quite lightweight

Sounds like he has a built-in, broken music box ??

* HEADCANON: Has a different mode meant to reflect the gentler character he appears to be in the Moondrop candy advertisements, instead of his theater villain role

Anxious boys

Sun

Restricted to daycare, refuses to take even a single step out

Doesn’t know what he’s doing

Scares or hurts the kids on accident, proceeds to freak out over it

Weak to compliments and praise; he just wants to do a good job

Needs affirmation, stat

Will 100% fall in love with anyone who is consistently nice to him

Acts like a kicked puppy when spoken to sternly, lectured, or yelled at

Lets people walk all over him

Constant fidgeting

Stutters a lot

Stressed OUT

Constantly at his breaking point; help him

Moon

Self-conscious about his naturally creepy looks and mannerisms

Bad first impressions

Often keeps a distance, watching from afar

Uses few words

Wishes to be liked

A kid likes him? His child now.

Sad to see them go :(

Rather graceful, slow movements that give him eerie vibes

Tends to word things in ways that sound like red flags (like offering candy in a shady area), but doesn’t quite realize it

False reputation amongst patrons

Many complaints from parents for his bad vibes

Heavily misjudged; really means no harm

Wet napkin

Likes to dance on his wire; keeps him busy when he can’t socialize

Will perform many tricks for people who do become his friend

Never forgets anyone who is kind to him in even one instance

Confident boys / high experience DCA

Sun

Practically built for childcare; knows what to do in pretty much every situation

Loved by all the children

Social towards everyone, no matter how stubborn or closed off they may be

Manages to put a smile on all faces

Really not afraid of drawing attention or being embarrassing if it means making a child happy

Always knows just what to say

Very helpful to new employees

Might step outside the Daycare from time to time

Reads faces very well, in adults and children

Capable of disobeying protocols for more serious reasons

MUCH more observant than you think

Roasts Karens lol

Moon

Is both the Naptime Attendant and a nighttime security bot

Many children want to cuddle with him during nap time

Has a ton of patience

Especially loves getting to hold babies

Very protective of the little ones

The most feared security in the entire Pizzaplex

Takes his job as security bot very seriously; loves his job as a childcare worker

High Tech

DCA has many upgrades

Still very versatile and could be upgraded more

AI advanced enough to be considered eligible for human rights

Movements, speech, and feelings are very realistic, almost not robotic at all

Can experience human senses (smell, touch, etc.)

Softer casing to simulate a more human feel

Can blush and cry tears, but not bleed (unless it’s oil in their machinery)

Feels pain and temperature, and is ticklish

Can get overstimulated and feel disgust at certain textures

Has certain mannerisms that could classify them under certain diagnosable human conditions or mental disorders (which they technically aren’t; the diagnoses are worded for us humans to better understand and relate to)

Cannot get sick and doesn’t need to eat or breathe, but can pretend to

Has eyelids, lips, tongue, and movable facial features to emote better

Acts sleepy or drunk when low on battery, and genuinely feels like that

Has a simulated heartbeat and breathing

Waterproof

Multipurpose

Perfectly capable of obtaining a PHD

Seems to have built-in tools for almost anything, mostly for human health and first aid purposes

Might need some recovery time after P&S visits, similar to pain after human surgery (tight screws, rearranged wires, etc)

More capable of fighting viruses and defending themself and others

Low Tech

Basically a stereotypical cartoon robot

Still sentient and can learn, but still operates mostly on programming

Still have the basic qualities of Sun and Moon’s original personalities (cheery and loud; calm and quiet)

States what they’re doing out loud (processing, downloading, initiating protocol, etc.)

States warnings and errors out loud (low battery, update failed, null object reference, ERROR!!)

Static smile

Uses prerecorded lines often; new lines sometimes sound broken like AI or TTS

Might not understand certain topics

Might mishear you

Sometimes treats other everyday machinery like they are alive, mostly holding grudges, fearing them, or being jealous of them

Cares much more about the feelings of others than their own

Less capable of fighting viruses or preventing other unwanted actions towards them

Whores

Aimed towards the more mature side of the fandom

Bastards / smug / absolute sluts (affectionate or derogatory, whatever you feel lol)

Wear suits, ties, suspenders… fancy stuff

Shirts are often only partially buttoned, ties loose or just draping over

Also may wear feminine clothing, depending on the type of storyline

Can drink and smoke somehow

More laid back and flirtatious

Occasionally / casually threatening

Might have cool hats

Sometimes have guns / some kind of weapon

AWOOGA

Often involves suggestive implications

Call you nicknames you probably love but your Y/N often hates

Plot involving high stakes and serious danger

Simp material

We are attracted to any red flag they may have /hj

Animalistic

Sun

Dog

A big dog who thinks he’s a lap dog

Probably fell in love with you immediately

Separation anxiety / abandonment issues

Loyal; will always wait for you no matter what

Whines if you’re gone for too long :(

Misses you sooo much

Begs a lot

Head tilts

Extremely attentive, affectionate and excitable

Might tackle you

Loves playfighting

Always weak to praise and cuddles

Is a good boy, the best boy

Full of energy; loves to play

Rays fold backwards / retract when guilty, angry, or defensive

More apologetic than really necessary

Would probably be very sorry if you called him bad, even if he did nothing wrong

Easily excited / distracted at particular things or favorite items

Highly possessive of favorite items

Hides his favorite items in random corners of your house

Gets the zoomies (and may or may not accidentally break something from jumping over / running into furniture and stuff)

Very aware of people

Likes to sunbathe

Got muddy and needs a bath .. again

Has stim toys, many of them squeaky

Doesn’t sit on the couch right

Wants to protect you

Loves the outdoors and going for walkies

Always sleeps on your bed / somewhere in the same room

Wakes you with a complete ONSLAUGHT of smooches

Moon

Cat

First meeting was likely him hunting and pouncing at you

Still likes to stalk and prowl for fun / as a game

Likes to rest in elevated places, including the top of your fridge

Loafs

Hisses

Interested in silly / shiny little trinkets

Gremlin; knocks your stuff down on purpose and runs away

Has claws, could be retractable

Eyes dilate / shrink

Might flinch when touched, but still leans into it if he wants the attention

Slinks away from touch when distracted by something else

Likes to fall asleep on you; you can’t move (he is aware of this)

Likes laser pointers and dangly thingies

Enjoys sneaking up on you

Purrs (or has some robotic equivalent of purring, like whirring or broken music box)

Gets 3AM zoomies

Elegant s t r e t c h

Changes from bipedal to quadrupedal when he feels like it

Likes the window

Hates water, but likes to keep clean and tidy

Movements are fluid; he is liquid

Tries to fit into small spaces, twists his animatronic body to do so

Has favorite hiding places

Territorial

Hunts pests in your home if he’s bored.. might even bring them to you

Stares at you. Slow blinks. Affection.

Head bonks while sitting next to you

Lazy / sleepy bitch disease

Prefers to stay inside, but likes to explore occasionally and go for nighttime walkies

Always curls up beside you at night

You wake up to him kneading at you or rubbing his face on you

* DCA may have tails and / or beans

Brothers

Mostly tends to be a separate bodies view

Inseparable either way

Chaotic duo

Quite the opposite in a way they still have a close bond

Lots of playfighting

Sometimes actual fighting

Care a lot for each other, but have a sort of friendly rivalry

Never one without the other

Not afraid of speaking their mind plainly, to their benefit or detriment

Great teamwork on their better days

Immature pouting / silent treatment on their worse days

Do most everything together

Often competitive

Disagreements are most often more comedic than serious

Their fights are childish and silly; you can’t help but laugh

Sometimes complains about who the “big brother” is

Get into the silliest shenanigans; it’s trouble, but endearing all the same as they love having a story of adventure to tell

Know each other better than anyone else can

Look very closely after each other, especially when someone else gets close

Favorite colors are what the other wears most often / is themed after (Sun: blue; Moon: yellow)

Applies to their eye colors, especially if chosen by them for upgrades

While both are very different, both also exhibit certain behaviors that directly parallel / mirror the other

Lovers

(NOT brothers at the same time. Fuck off)

The most wholesome shit you’ve ever seen

Fluff, comfort, cuddles, words of affirmation… the dream

Tons of celestial nicknames, phrases, and metaphors

Very poetic; immerses you in calm, dreamlike scenery, like a storybook

Emotional support partners

Each often doesn’t take care of themself until the other notices and helps them

The cutest little dates (tea parties, art sessions, and sleepovers are common)

Still prone to angst, but has a happy ending

I hope

AUGHH

That is all for now; I hope you enjoyed!! If we have a continuation of this, I have category ideas, such as a Cartoonish DCA, a DCA with very very many features, Sun and Moon as enemies, or any other types of DCA you have in mind! Thanks for reading :D

[gummybugg]

Crater City Detailed WIP Intro

=== ⋙ ᴄᴇɴꜱᴏʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ɪɴ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ⋘ ===

genre: sci-fi, post-apocalyptic, comedy, action/adventure

features: blood and gore sprinkled with haha-segments, 1st person shifting, unreliable narrators, mental illness, chaos vs order, robots, discussion of free will, and cults

=== ⋙ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ... ⋘ ===

Welcome to Crater City, one of Neo-civilization's most prosperous capitals in the country! Known for its beautiful, shifting emerald skies, top-of-the-line healthcare, and advancements in robotics, it's no wonder why many Americans call this city their home.

Here in Crater City, we understand that each citizen is unique in their own circumstances. That is why we offer Second Chance: a procedure developed and patented under renowned robotics engineer Dr. Melony String. When the world isn’t forgiving, remember that you still deserve a Second Chance.

Remember to forward any anomalies to your nearest police station and to social distance from those you suspect are irradiated.

We bid you safe travels, Dear Consumer!

=== ⋙ ᴇɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ⋘ ===

Story Summary

In post-apocalyptic Crater City, Elijah is attacked by a group of military-grade bots one night, seemingly out of the blue. Once his best friend, Blair, finds out about the attack, he vows to do whatever it takes to avenge Elijah. Whatever it takes. Between the pair’s tumultuous relationship and the dark secrets that lurk around the city, it seems as though there is more to Elijah’s attack than everyone lets on.

Main Characters

Blair (he/him) 23, carjacker "uber" driver. Quit his job as a Computer Hardware Engineer because it was “too boring,” much to his boss’ dismay. Vows to do whatever it takes to avenge his best friend even if that involves getting his hands dirty. Impulsive, charismatic, wears his heart on his sleeve, can be quite vulgar, tends not to take things very seriously. Special ability: can talk someone’s ear off for hours at a time. Quote: “Oh, so you're mad at me because I wanted to avenge my best friend? Excuse me for thinking my best friend’d wanna help me dispose of the body!”

Elijah (he/him) 24, employee at an arcade, electronics store, and a fast food restaurant. After being kicked out of his home at 18, Elijah struggles to make ends meets, and is ultimately threatened to become repurposed after falling into overwhelming debt. Overthinker, blushes easily, non-confrontational, very resourceful, dresses more intimidating than he actually is. Special ability: can drink up to 7 energy drinks in one day. Quote: “Blair, you can't just tell a man—who's clearly out of it—to ‘suck it up’ because the world has already ended!”

Darcy (he/him) 40, mayor of Crater City. Notable for his schemes and cover-ups by media outlets; citizens either love him or hate him. Created specifically for the role to guide humanity out of a second dark age, Darcy will do whatever it takes to fulfill this role, stopping at nothing—or no one. Confident in his success, dramatic, pragmatic, highly intelligent, believes the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Special ability: very convincing. Quote: “Oh, that struck a nerve? Once I take that toy away from you, I’ll scale you and gut you like a fish. Don’t test me, Blair.”

Frasier (he/him) 37, mayor’s receptionist & assistent. Has ties to very important people. Made an irresistible deal with Darcy that would allow Frasier a way to protect those he loves. Recruited due to his complicated ties to Darcy. Affable, chatty yet reserved, unpredictable, great bargainer, does not settle for less. Special ability: can draw out a lot of information from someone he just met. Quote: “Since it’s so difficult for you to wrap your mind around, let me spell it out for you: our relationship is no more than a business transaction. And I’d like to keep it that way, Darcy.”

Melony (she/her) 39, robotics engineer, founder of Second Chance. Once a little girl captivated by the limitless (yet dangerous) possibilities the now-illegal gene-therapy offered, now a renowned scientists who continues her search for solutions for people like her to have a second chance in the ever-evolving, post-apocalyptic world. Determined, wears lab coats for “the aesthetic,” free spirit, has many clones of herself lying around, often forgets there’s a Board of Ethics. Special ability: has found a way to disable her nerves so that she can experiment on herself. Quote: “You interrupted my breakfast this morning, so I’m going to interrupt your board meeting!”

Rose (she/her) 25, designer or perhaps marketing chief of Second Chance. Recruited due to her ties to Melony and her bold, daring ideas. Elijah’s childhood best friend. Spunky, very big personality, huge empath, competitive, risk-taker, has garnered a lot of respect. Special ability: can effectively translate Blair-isms into layman's terms. Quote: “This is a ludicrous idea! Let’s do it.”

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And there may be more information to come in the future, so I will update this as I see fit!

[lastoneout]

wait whats your follower count?? are you like a tumblr celebrity

a tumbrity

a..

actually idk how to put it

just curious tho

I am of the opinion that I am not a tumblr celebrity, but everyone has a different idea about what a tumblr celebrity even is so like who knows. To me a tumblr celeb is someone who you can like mention to the average tumblr user and they will know who they are, which are typically people in the like 60-80k+ range from what I can tell, and I haven't even broken 10k yet(9,458 if you want the exact number). Also I've had the same blog since I joined in early 2012 so I feel confident in saying that a good portion of those blogs are abandoned or bots or something like that. I don't really vet my followers for bots that much because I am chronically ill and tired a lot and it's annoying so yeah, probably a lot of bots.

Anyway I def don't have enough followers for it to like, do anything for me(aside from like, having my posts get reposted to reddit and instagram and read in youtube videos, but that does next to nothing for me so whatever) but that's also probably bcs I don't really market myself I guess? Like I post about my twitch streams and art occasionally and I make funny posts but I don't really like....have a thing people can expect from me consistently, you know? I don't write essays or run an etsy shop or have any Noteworthy Pets or make interesting art that I post about. I'm sure if I like actually buckled down and actually started Making Something all the time I'd get more followers...but every time I've tried I just get bored or have a Certified Kiki's Delivery Service Moment and stop making anything for a while(the last time I tried to open commissions I had a breakdown and stopped drawing for like half a year), plus I have a lot of chronic health issues and ADHD so that makes it hard for me to be consistent with anything at all, and I also like don't really care about having a lot of followers anyway? I am imperfect and impulsive and not always the best at articulating myself and even when I try I tend to get more people angry at me based on misunderstanding than anything else, so like being "famous" genuinely sounds exhausting even if I could potentially make money or whatever. I'm very happy to be a weird little furry twitch streamer who makes art and posts funny memes sometimes, and if people wanna stick around for that they are welcome to, and if they aren't oh well, that's fine too.

Anyway yeah sorry for rambling I am also verbose to a fault. Also to anyone else who sees this pls don't think I'm like talking myself down, I know I'm funny and I'm happy to make friends and know that people like actually enjoy having me around lol but yeah TL;DR from my perspective I'm not tumblr famous and tbh I don't mind it staying that way. Other people might feel differently, so it's really up to you to decide.

[asleepycatinabox]

Hi there! I'm Sleepy :) Or sleepy, if you like lowercase better.

Thanks for coming to my little art corner! I appreciate you a lot ✿

I'm very new to tumblr (and having an art social media account/blog in general), so feel free to drop any tips if you want :)

However, i'd like to ask you not to give me art criticisms. Right now i'm making art just for the fun of it and i'm very glad i can! If you don't like something, feel free to just ignore its existence.

✶ Blog info ✶

My tags list:

#my art - my art tag

#reblog - my reblog tag

#other's art - my tag for other people's art

✶ Other stuff ✶

English isn't my first language, so don't be surprised if you find any errors in my texts :)

My current fandoms: mostly tf2. I'm a bit too obsessed with the mercs. Also mgs, though I've only played through mgr, mgs4 and mgsv. Not really in the mgs state of mind rn, but i may draw something about it from time to time, who knows :p

I am quite shy and nervous about posting stuff online, but i want to gain more confidence. That's part of the reason why i decided to at least try having a tumblr art blog! :) After all, i did get over my fear of playing tf2 with strangers (I'm talking about casual - when i first tried the game around june 2023, i only played in training mode with bots for a long time. My first time trying casual was in september, but it wasn't until the january-february of 2024 that i actually got myself to play with people. And get over my fear, eventually! It only took around a month :)), so i know it's totally doable with practice :D

Thank you for being here and i wish you a great day ☻

[nekobami]

Oh- it's just the other one.

They'll rent your house with u inside it and call you a dumbass

I just made it in some hours, very quickly just to- I dunno, maybe a profile pic?

OH ALSO, HAHAHAHA JERRICK TRAP'S OUT

Yay

I really wish I was talking about Jerrys and Ricks right now... Damn, my life is totally out of control

Anyway

I'll write some bot stuff and council stuff here, just to... Relax a bit

I missed writing a little longer posts

While I stopped drawing frequently I started to develop more the issue of the backstore and the context of Soft Bully's story

But... I ended up going too far. Like, I was very concerned about having an extremely well-constructed story full of stuff, and I ended up engaging some headcannons about the Council. Since they have a certain connection with my OCs, and are part of the context that I found. Speaking of the Council, MY GOD, what UNBEARABLE people.

I had to study the way they speak, see their participation and interactions all for my own instead of just copying and pasting some research that someone has already done, Do you know why?! BECAUSE NOBODY CARES ABOUT THE COUNCIL

AND IT'S TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE, because not even I cared, and even now I don't want to admit that I care

They were all portrayed as shallow villains before the legendary Rick & Morty Presents: Council of Ricks. If it weren't for this comic they would be 100% headcannons that I casually pulled from the depths of my clinically insane mind. I mean these guys just did terrible stuff because there was power in their hands and they could do that. ALL BY CONVENIENCE

What im trying to say is: I do roleplay. Roleplay It's my life. I've already interacted with most of the Rick & Morty bots in character A.I., and I'm so greedy that if any of you have bots from your OCs, GIVE ME LINKS. I LOVE. I'll hug them, I'll make them pancakes and I'll give them hello kitty plushies.

Talking about the bot;

I've already rewrote my bots a few times.

When I started making them, I realized that the Council in particular had difficulty detaching itself from the example messages. He didn't show much of the Ricks' personality. However, after writing the model for each Rick, I noticed a big improvement.

To be able to make a bot that had a minimum of depth and coherence in the roleplay, I had to make the information dynamic, and I can say that even after everything I did about them, I didn't learn anything. I built the code base with another info that I had already built when I started creating bots and changed it to a model I saw on Tik Tok.

The original model I saw on TikTok looks something like this:

Char("name of the bot")

Age("set age" + "adicional info")

I realized that when programming a bot, you cannot use ":", or the bot will see this as a message to be memorized. I also discovered that the model is not mandatory and the bases are fully customizable, anyway you can make the information more dynamic to the bot organizing it in any way you want since it doesn't recognize it as a message.

So, instead of using the model for a single character for the bot, I separated the Ricks and described their traits.

Most of the code are headcannons... I mean, what can I do? It's instinct!

This is how Prime Rick's code looks like:

Prime Rick- council("hairstyle is shoved hair in the sides" + "curly hair" + "cut scar behind his neck" + "Show Leader-like traits, but is often overshadowed and sidelined by Rick IV's aggressive leadership" + "Serious, level-headed" + "He cares about others but has a lot of difficulty showing it" + "Prefers to define appropriately fair punishments rather than exaggerated ones" + "knows the cidatel is bad but feels like it's too late for it to change" + "Gets angry with offenses directed at himself but not the ones direct to his authority" + "Overall, he doesn't care much about it, he knows he's part of the Council and doesn't need to reaffirm it or deny it when someone says otherwise" + "Is confident, has the upper hand in flirt when alone with the one he love" + "Hides a relationship with Rick C-197 from the council.")

If the Council remains good as they're right now, I won't need to rewrite them. In this case, I'm going to apply the same method to fix one of my first bots: DJerry.

[vexia]

Next random event in the Cody Morocco AU

"Is there any sport you like?"

"To watch? Not really. My father always found them boring and so did I. But I do one, if you can call it a sport."

“What?”

“Archery.” He said shyly.

“Archery?” Frankie’s eyes started to shine. “That’s so cool!”

“Really?” He hummed. “You want to see my bow?”

“You have it with you?” Cody nodded silently to answer her. “Of course I want!”

“Uh-huh.” He turned his head towards Quickclaw. “Quickclaw could I?” The dog simply nodded, throwing up the disguise for a second in the part of his tail, to open a small part of which revealed a short dark gray mechanical stick with blue lights on it. It was still so hard for Frankie to believe  that it really was Cybertronian in disguise. It was so strange, at least Rescue Bots didn’t need to hide the fact that they are robots… Quickclaw twitched his tail and the stick flew out from it, which Cody caught with ease. “Thanks.”

By pressing the button, the metal unfolded into a bow like shape. Cody handed it to Frankie as he walked over to the tree. He leaned his tablet against a tree trunk and after a while the hologram of the archery target was displayed on the wood. Meanwhile Frankie inspected the weapon. It was quite heavy, with more blue fragments placed in the upper and lower limb. The riser had a whole in it, like something should be placed there. Yet, it didn't have string and Cody clearly haven’t had arrows with him and she heavily doubt Quickclaw had them hidden.

"How does it shoot?" She asked as Cody approached her.

He took the bow from her hand and took a small blue crystal from one of his pockets, inserting it into the riser. Blue fragments started to glow, and the string, also blue, had appeared. “Energon crystal need to be inserted first.” He answered.

“Isn’t it Cybertronian’s blood?” She asked next question, little confused.

“It seems those Bots keeps a lot of secrets from you.” Quickclaw laughed. “Yes, it is our blood but can also be used as a fuel for vehicles, machines or, as you can see, weapons.”

“You want to try?”

“I never used bow before.”

“Oh.” Cody took a step back. “Then I will show you.”

Cody stood straight with his feet shoulder-width apart and feet at a 90-degree angle to the target. He gripped the hilt of his bow, drawing the glowing string, with his index finger of the pulling hand is under his chin, and the string touched his nose and lips. At the same moment, a light blue arrow appeared, being ready to be shoot. He relaxed his grip on the string and allowed fingers to slip backward. He maintained in that position for more few seconds, lowering his bow afterwards, with a prideful spark in his eyes. The arrow hit the center of the target. It was the first time Frankie saw him like that and it made her happy to see her friend like that.

"Now it's your turn." Cody snapped her out of her thoughts. “Ready?”

“Ha! I will show you.” She said with confidence, getting the bow from Cody’s hands.

She stood in the same place as Cody, trying to imitate his pose. Drawing the string was harder than it looked, and aiming even worse. She accidentally released the string, firing an arrow that didn't even make it to the trunk of the tree.

She could hear Quickclaw’s laugh in the background. “Quickclaw stop it!” Cody scolded his Cybertronian friend. “Don’t worry, my first shoot looked like that as well.”

“No it didn’t.” Quickclaw chuckled, starting to calm his laughter.

Cody frowned slightly. “Come, let’s try again.” He said softly, trying to encourage Frankie.

“I don’t know-”

“I will help you.” And Frankie nodded.

Cody came closer placing hands on her wrist. “Stand as you did before.” And she did. Cody helped her lift the bow and draw the string. “Good. Now direct your dominant eye to the center of the target.” She nodded as she did. “Excellent. I will let you go. Remain in that position for a few seconds and fire. And remember, stay straight.” He paused for a second. “Ready?” She nodded again. Cody did as he had said, slowly letting go of her wrists.

She fired. And she hit the target. Maybe not the best, but she hit it.

“Yes!” She burst. “I did it!”

“I told you so.” Cody admitted.

“Congratulations Francine.” Quickclaw bowed his head slightly.

…

“Why do you choose archery?” Frankie asked.

“It’s a funny story, really.” Cody started as Quickclaw rolled his eyes. “When I was around 5/6 years old, one of my father’s project backfired and got out of control. If not for the Quickclaw who smashed it, our home would be destroyed.” He paused. “After that accident, my father had decided that I need to know how to get rid of failed experiments so the situation will not happen again. So he made a deal with one of his clients. Quint Quarry taught me how to use a bow and hunt in exchange for my father's robotic animals. He was a great teacher, and we still meet once a year, to test my skills.”

…

The rocket was crashing through the town, destroying buildings and attacking random people, with Morbot and Rescue Bots and their human partners looming behind it. Suddenly, the rocket turned around, flying directly towards Kade and the girl she was guarding with his body.

“Kade, look out!” Dani shouted, yet it was too late, Kade could dodge it.

Kade closed his eyes, ready to be hit by the small rocket. Yet, nothing happened. He reopened the. He was alright, girl as well. He looked at the wall next to his head, with widened eyes. The rocket was pinned to it by the blue energy arrow with sparks flying out of the toy. After a moment, the arrow disappeared and the rocket fell to the ground.

“Kade, are you alright?” Graham asked, running closer to his brother.

“Yes.” Kade snarled.

While Graham was collecting his older brother, their father looked into distance.  Frankie and Cody watched the entire action from the park. Cody stood straight with bow but after feeling Charlie’s glance, he curled up and backed away as Frankie suddenly sprang at him with obvious glee.

Charlie saw what had happened. It was his arrow which shoot the rocket. Cody saved Kade’s life.

…

“Yes father?” Cody spoke into the microphone in the earphones.

Frankie was irritated. She observed as hers friend happily expression tuned into neutral, absolutely calm.

“As you wish, father.” He took his right hand from the earphones, ending the call. “Sorry, I need to go.” He smiled softly.

The Morbot flew up to them, bowing and holding out his hands, waiting for Cody and Quickclaw. Frankie didn’t need words to know he didn’t really want to leave now, she didn’t want it either. This old man always needed to ruin their fun.

“Next time I will show you the school.” Frankie smiled.

Cody nodded. “I hope so.” Him and Quickclaw got onto Morbot’s hand. Bot straightened up after a while, lauching his rocket shoes.

“See you!” Frankie shouted.

Cody waved her goodbye.

…

Cody did the right thing, right? Frankie said so, she was happy when he did. Quickclaw agreed with his choice as well. So why his father was mad?

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Quick sketch to it, hope you enjoy!

[bluepeachstudios]

you have any possible bonding activities you think the fusions would do in their downtime (that wont spoil the fic, of course)? i think daphy should teach mikey how to make fireworks :) fun explosion instead of attention-drawing property damage explosion

Oh god I could go on a long, long thing about this.

If we're talking about the fun thing that Mikey promised Daphy, I shan't be spoiling what it is they do :x Leo is also involved but yeah it involves fireworks.

Pheo likes just. Being around Mikey and Donnie, the same way he likes just being around Deangelo! He doesn't relax easily, he's almost nearly always in "go-mode" out of habit. Donnie and Mikey help him get into that relaxed place. They like watching movies and Pheo does some teaching by sparring them. He feels most confident in his fighting skills, so that's what he tries to help them with. Mikey especially likes snuggling up in Pheo's arms (as the babiest of brothers with the second eldest of them). Pheo, much like Leo, likes to listen to Donnie and Mikey both talk. He's got enough Leo in him where if you get him on the right subject, he'll also start talking a lot, but that Raph in him makes him horribly shy about doing it, so he needs to be nudged to continue.

Deangelo thinks Raph and Leo are the coolest people to ever exist. He will talk all day to both of them. Leo and Deangelo talking is like neurodivergent communication going on and Raph feels very left out when they do talk. Deangelo likes sparring with Raph a lot! Dea relies a lot more on speed and precision than he does on brute force, so learning from Raph is a nice change of pace. He likes to snuggle with Pheo, too. Honestly I think all the fusions wouldn't mind snuggling with Pheo, but they don't get to meet each other face to face.

Mio plays games with Raph and Donnie and will win at anything they can get him to play (except chess, which is so boring that he gives up about halfway through). He loves reading comic books and watching space heroes and being creative! He's not very good at drawing, but he enjoys it anyway. Mio is the most likely to want to watch a tv show or movie. He'll watch just about anything, but Space Heroes is his absolute favorite. He also loves moving around a lot. Daphy and him hand out and bond by Mio hovering over Daphy while he works. He and Daphy will talk to each other a lot, and though Daphy has a very short temper, he's always exceedingly patient for Mio.

Daphy of course likes to build things. They're often destructive things, but it's because he likes the flashiness, the energy that gets released, having a big impact on something. Daphy's a little hard to get into without spoilers if I'm being honest, but he gets along much better with Mikey than he does Leo, even if Mikey does annoy him sometimes. Leo and him have a bit of an awkward relationship because of Daphy's actions, and the fact that Daphy doesn't treat Leo like the leader. Usually their bonding time is silent but close. They read books next to each other. That sort of thing.

Lonny loves designing things. If Raph and Mikey have an idea for it, he can draw it out for them. They're not always the most realistic designs, but the AESTHETICS. Lonny calms down once he has something to focus on, so usually they do targeted activities with him, like playing a game or watching movies. Mikey likes to lay on him (he is the tallest of the fusions) and Raph likes to spar with him. Lonny tends to freeze up with indecision and Raph gets that, so it's nice and helpful.

Machiel is a SNUGGLER. He doesn't care what you're doin, as long as he can snuggle, he'll be happy. He also wants to DO stuff. He wants to go out and beat up some foot bots or go hunting through the junkyard or go hop rooftops or sneak into a movie theater or something. He and Leo bond by sparring, which is off-putting for Leo because Machiel doesn't fight like a normal ninja should, but it's good practice! Donnie often gets overwhelmed quickly by Machiel, but Machiel asks questions and Donnie's happy to answer.

Machiel and Lonny interacting is another spoiler <3 but as you can see, I went on and this was just simple stuff. Enjoy fusion lore?? :'D