#had a thought and had to rant for a while

[bewaryofpity]

jack's sooooo clingy he follows you everywhere like a lost puppy, especially after a long day of not seeing you.

jack has been following you around since you came back from work, yapping about anything and everything that has happened to him since you left this morning. and you’re not surprised because he has the habit of lingering close to you when you’ve been gone for a while, especially on his rare days off. today is no different.

he does follow you everywhere like a very grown and very loyal puppy, today more than ever as he followed you to the bathroom where you're trying to get ready for your night routine. he’s sitting on top of the toilet seat, babbling about his day out with nico that obviously consisted of hockey related things.

you snicker to yourself when jack doesn't realize that you're taking longer than usual to get unready, or that he’s talking for this long, but you know how much he hates boredom so you let him be. it’s just that you weren’t expecting this.

it’s cute, yes, but now you’re more interested in seeing how long he’ll yap for or rather how long he’ll stay here with you. so you finish taking your makeup off before pulling the shower curtain back and twisting the knob to turn on the water and adjusting it to the right temperature. the idea that he could easily stalk you into the shower makes you smile so you play along to his not so little rant.

“and then nico lured me to the rink because apparently the kids were practicing and he wanted to surprise them. not that i didn’t like that but then their coach didn’t look too pleased, the kids were distracted for the rest of the practice, obviously.”

you hum, “is it because they took nico’s attention off you?”

“Uh, n-no. i mean i was the one hanging out with him first, so.” he mumbles “but that’s not the point!”

jack huffs, changing into a criss cross position on top of the toilet. and it’s taking everything in you to not laugh at him because he looks like a child, pout on his lips and looking so small in this position.

“well then, was it fun at least?”

“duh, baby.” hands flailing around him. “the kids loved it, they kept asking us questions and some didn’t make sense –they were like four years old, you know– and like, we had to stop for even longer because they wanted us to sign some of their stuff.”

that must be why he also took longer to text you throughout his day.

“i bet, love.” you nod along, pulling your hair up in a bun so it doesn’t get wet in the shower, finally at the right hot temperature. “i’ll shower now if you don’t mind.”

“oh, now?” eyes wide like you told a child you’ll leave him in the parking lot.

“i mean, we’re in the bathroom, and i’m in a towel, and it’s been a long day. so yes, now.”

and jack’s cheeks have a faint pink tint as he shamelessly watches you unravel your towel and step in the shower. totally not because he saw you naked for a split second, it’s just the steam from the really hot shower, right?

“uh yeah, okay” he says as he stand up. “i’ll get unready too before i go then.”

you hum in reply as you go on about your shower, but you’re actually simply standing under the water, trying to keep an ear out for his movements and words.

suddenly he’s taking his sweet time to wash his face and you think he might start brushing his teeth soon too for the hell of it.

but his talking doesn’t stop at all. he blurts out random thoughts in between before going on to ramble about some hockey plays he’s been looking over, asks you what you had for lunch. he even asks you which body wash you’re currently using –which is none yet because trying not to laugh is revealing to be harder than you thought. he’s truly finding the most random topics to fill the silence.

and the talking does finally stop, but it’s replaced by jack’s whistling, clearly out of things to say. yet you know your boyfriend better than he thinks so you know very well what he’s thinking about.

“you still there, jacky?” you call wittingly. you can see his blurry figure through the shower curtain, an excited nod coming from his silhouette.

and you bite your lip as one of his hands reaches to scratch at the back of his neck. “i guess i’ll go now. uhm… i’ll wait for you to come out. i’ll get us take out, anything you’re craving? because if you want there’s a new italian place down the street that luke suggested to me and he says it's really good, so i think maybe–”

omg he’s so cute.

you pull the curtain back, just with your head peeping out to find jack with one hand hovering the door handle, still lingering around.

“jacky?”

“yeah baby, what’s up?”

“do you want to shower with me?”

and like a kid opening presents on christmas morning, his eyes light up so quickly. his head shakes with an overly enthusiastic nod, and he’s already clumsy in pulling off his clothes that he almost trips getting his sweatpants off. you’re not surprised at all, the lack of grace and coordination are not exclusive to when he’s on the ice.

a stupid, wide, boyish grin spreads over his lips when he finally steps into the shower in front of you. 

“hi, baby,” he grins, leaning forward to hold your face in his hands and peck your nose.

“you know, if you wanted to join me, you could’ve just asked.” your smile now matching his. jack squishes your cheeks between his palms, “well, where’s the fun in that?”

[rainydayathogwarts]

The Chosen one - Ron Weasley

summary: harry may be the chosen one, but he wasn't the one you chose. (lowkey creep!harry) wc: 1.3k

When Ron had first noticed Harry’s lingering gaze following you whenever you appeared he only rolled his yes; you were yet another girl he would have to hear Harry constantly ranting about. He was sick of the boy's tendency to play around with girls' feelings, yet never stop talking about them. The first couple of weeks, neither you or Harry had spoken a word to each other. Harry stared, couldn’t speak to you when you were around, a blush overtaking his features. Ron, leaning his chin on his hand, tried not to make snarky remarks at his friend about his painfully obvious crush on you. You, on the other hand, didn’t seem to know the boy existed. However as time went on, it became glaringly evident that you weren't just another crush because Harry was silent about you and hadn't tried speaking to you as the month went by.

If Harry wanted you, he should’ve just made his move because it seemed that the chosen one got everything he ever wanted. Ron lived in Harry’s shadow, and it was getting harder to be the supportive best friend day by day, his jealousy stirring inside him like a beast ready to be unleashed. So about a month after Harry’s feelings for you began developing, when you approached the pair with your friend, offering to work as a group in Potions class, the last thing Ron expected was for you to turn your attention to him rather than his best friend.

“I think Ron should crush the griffin claws.” you started, eyes glinting with something more than friendly kindness when you turned to face him. “You’ve definitely got the muscles for it.” Ron felt his pale skin heat up with a pink flush, and he ducked his head in embarrassment, feeling Harry’s stare on the side of his neck. Ron took the compliment with a chuckle, exchanging conversation with you throughout the lesson, your friend making comments every now and then while Harry hadn’t uttered a single word, his gaze trained on you laughing with his best friend. The ginger walked out of lesson with a newfound confidence in his stride, chest puffed out with a sense of security, feelings for you immediately blossoming. “She’s absolutely amazing, isn’t she?” He’d told Harry, and only then did he notice his best friend jealously fuming next to him. Harry hummed, clutching his book bag so hard his knuckles turned white.

Ron gulped, a dilemma forming in his mind. It was obvious his best friend had feelings for you, however he had never said a word about you to him, and Ron fully understood where Harry was coming from, a crush of his own moulding. Ron could make his move on you, playing the clueless friend and pretending not to know about his best friend’s painful crush on you. He'd return the flirting, see where things went with you. Maybe it was time for Harry to know what it was like wanting things the person closest to him had.

When you'd finally asked Ron out, a hopeful smile on your face while you looked up at him, Harry had immediately left the common room to go sulk in his dorm, within the comfort of his four poster bed. Successful date after the other, Ron was proudly able to call you his girlfriend, and soon enough, you hit the three month mark. Sat on Ron's lap in the cozy window nook of his dorm, you told him about your day, and the unfortunate detention Snape give you, one hand playing with your boyfriend's fiery hair. Ron hummed along where appropriate, adding comments whenever you paused shortly, hand on your thigh, settled just under your skirt, the other resting on your hip. He listened to every word you said, but more importantly, he focused on Harry's gaze stuck on your figure from where he hid in the confines of his bed, Charms textbook uselessly open on his lap.

Where Ron had a girl, Harry had his textbook. The thought made Ron smile.

Finally finishing your story, you pressed your soft lips against Ron's, feeling his smile through the kiss. "I love you." You whispered, finally pulling away from him. Ron's eyes shot open in shock, a wide grin gracing his features "What was that?" He teased, wanting to hear the words escape your lips once more, lightly tickling your sides. You squealed, jerking away from him only to repeat, much louder this time "I love you, you dork!" Ron laughed in joy, arms wrapping around your waist whilst you threw yours over his shoulder, squeezing him closer to you to peck his lips. You readjusted yourself on his lap to straddle him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck and shutting your eyes in satisfaction when you hear him murmur to you "I love you too."

Harry’s face flushed as blood rushed to his face in a mix of anger and envy. He knew he should have told you how he felt when he realised he liked you. And now, he had to look at you melt your body against his best friend’s, yelling about your love from the roof tops. Harry watched with resentment as Ron’s hands trailed down your body, and how you continued pressing teasing kisses against his lips. He had enough. “Get a room!” He exclaimed, pulling the curtains of his four-poster bed shut.

“Sorry Harry.” He heard you mutter with embarrassment. Your and Ron’s footsteps were loud on the wooden floor as you crossed the bedroom, pulling the door shut behind you as you made your escape. You were probably headed to your dorm. Your dorm, which would probably be empty, and leave you and Ron the freedom to do anything you wanted to. Harry shut his eyes tightly. He hadn’t meant to shoo you both out of the room, especially not you. He just didn’t want to see you and Ron together.

Harry shut his charms textbook, tossing it to the side and getting out of bed. He glanced around the room, gaze finally landing on Ron’s bed. Shit. He approached his best friend’s bed, falling to his knees once he was in front of his side table. He pulled the top drawer open, attention immediately caught by the polaroid at the top of the drawer. It seemed like a trap. Like if Harry took held the photo, the door would swing open and Ron would walk in, an accusing finger pointed at Harry whilst he yelled that he knew that Harry had a crush on you. Harry pushed the polaroid of you and Ron aside. You looked too happy together at the latest party Gryffindor Tower hosted, smiling widely as Ron pressed a kiss to your cheek. No, Harry wasn’t interested in that. What he was interested in was the fourth photo he came across.

The photo was rather… suggestive, if Harry could phrase it that way. The photo cut off just above your shoulders, focused towards your chest, barely covered in a tank top. You were clearly taking the image, because Ron’s hands were too occupied acting as a bra for you, squeezing your tits just enough to push them up slightly. Harry pocketed the image, instantly rushing to the bathroom before pulling his trousers down. He felt bad, but not guilty enough to stop himself from jerking off to the image of his best friend’s girlfriend, and especially not while you were both fucking in your dorm, barely a hundred meters away.

Hours later, when Ron and Harry returned to their dorm after dinner, Ron’s attention was immediately caught by his open drawer. The drawer that he certainly hadn’t opened today. He turned to take a glance at Harry, watching as his best friend crawled into bed without another look back. It didn’t take Ron looking through his drawer to know what had gone missing from it, nor who had taken it.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

The most liminal feeling in judaism is knowing history that's deeply shaped jewish communities and yet... nobody but jews talk about it. Obviously, this isn't unique to judaism, but it's a very specific reminder that jewish history matters more to you than it does anyone else

[dragonridernoobie]

Miko, Rag, Jack with predicon , liked predicon holoform is human but it best describes as an old person who have highest authority in the Yakuza/Mafia, as the kids comes over to visit the autobots the predicon made traditional Japanese food and helping them with work and also telling them if they all get a B or higher in their test they'll get something nice for them as a reward

Like any grandparents would

Hmmmm, i love this. Let's hope you enjoy this also.

TFPKids x Predicon Reader

When (Y/N) joined team prime, it was quite the surpise. Especially for the kids of team prime. Since meeting (Y/N), she has become a second guardian for them.

When ratchet finally developed a device that makes Team Prime have human forms, also known as HaloForms, the kids got to see (Y/N)'s haloform.

What they weren't expected was an old lady who looked in their early 60's, had a sweet voice and gray hair, and seemed to already have candies that only grandmas have. (If you know, you know)

Even though (Y/N) was old and not able to help Team prime with fights, she helped out by watching the kids. She did not mind one bit, though.

When the kids get to base, (Y/N) asked them about their day, checks their grades and helps them with homework that they have.

When they are sick, (Y/N) offers meals she knows how to cook. Soups that haven't been heard before that went known from the years of people passing it down or forgetting it.

(Y/N) was called dragon granny. She was happy with that name and took it with pride.

Jack

Jack came to base after a long day.

He was stressed and exhausted, and he failed a history test because he just couldn't understand how Rome fell.

When (Y/N) noticed Jack acting different, she asked what was wrong.

When he explained, (Y/N) told him none worries and offered to teach him.

By teaching him, she means taking him back to her cave were she has artifacts from diffrent points from human history.

There, she showed diffrent artifacts and the story behind them while explaining the story behind Rome.

Jack passed with flying colors when he retook the test.

Miko

When miko came to base, she started ranting about an old Japanese soup that haven't been made in thousands years since people forgot how to make it.

While she talked to bulkhead about this, (Y/N) over heard and asked Miko if she ment the soup oden.

Miko explained she wants to learn it since only a selective amount of humans know the recipe and it's slowly disappearing from history.

(Y/N) explained that she knows how to cook it. Since she has been on earth since 25BCE (don't correct me because I actually don't know if that's a real date so.)

For the next 3 days, (Y/N) showed miko how to make oden and made sure she remmbers.

Miko was so happy about it that she taught her parents back home.

RAPH

Raphael went to (Y/N) when he found out (Y/N) has been on earth so long she has seen the rise and fall of all civilizations.

Raphael asked questions about China, Japan, India, Europe, even Mexico.

He asked about how the civilizations back then acted and what they used in everyday life since he wanted to compare today's items

(Y/N) told she can just show him and brings him to her cave.

There, she shows him all the swords, old pots, armor, foods, etc. That was from back then that were offerings to her.

Since back then, people thought she was a god.

Raphael wrote down everything and definitely made his day.

[madcoincidence]

The Bioengineer's Cybertronian Knight

1

Ratchet's younger life was a pretty normal one with only a few small ups and downs. Before all the chaos with the Quintessons, he had been the youngest to finish top of his classes and receive his Bioengineering PhD. He was strongly encouraged to further his education and thanks to his roommate at the time, it wasn't long before he returned to do just that. He had almost lost the dumbass when their apartment's designated research room exploded. He never wanted to relive that feeling of helplessness he had while cradling Jackie's bloody shrapnel dusted face in his lap. Only able to wait for help while trying to keep pressure on the gushing wound from Jackie's thigh, it was a real bad time. After that he worked hard to earn the next step up from Bioengineering. He gained a Biomedical Engineering PhD while soaking up the training needed to do field triage. By the time he had finished everything, Jackie had fully recovered and finished building a much larger lab for them as an apology to Ratchet for destroying all their belongings.

"Level four. Bleeding has stopped and a safe neural link disconnection from the mecha is done. Give him oxygen and keep track of how long it takes for him to regain consciousness." Ratchet motions for his team to move in and lift the pilot out to their transport. Ratchet doesn't join his team, stabilizing and disconnecting the pilot from the mecha suit was just step one of twenty-seven. His focus now shifts to shutting down the Mecha to stop the over heated frame and sparking wires from causing an explosion.

While he works his multitasking brain shifts back to thinking over his life choices, ranting and banter has always helped steady his hands. Jackie was a hazard to limbs but still not the worst to be around. No, that could go to Roddy and his meddling. The menace had tried setting him up with many blind dates. Thanks to him there was one blind date that few know of and wouldn't dare bring up if they value their vocal cords. The ones who do know of it have started calling it ‘the one night-’ Ratchet clicks his tongue with a heavy sigh as electricity and hot sparks fly and pop all around him. It laps against his gloved hands and hits his visor with snapping sizzles. Just as good ol’ Jackie promised, the suit is able to withstand whatever a seriously damaged Mecha can dish out. Unless it's an explosive level of damage, the suit can absorb or dispel the electrical current and heat. Ratchet wrangles a handful of the sparking stripped wires that are swaying above his head as he swipes through the smoking control panel. He forces override codes making the suit start the shutdown protocols as he goes.

He drifts back to mentally ranting while the metal frame around him pings and creaks. Nah, compared to both Jackie and Roddy, Jazz and his mecha suit had to be the biggest migraine starter pack. That maniac tests Ratchet's skills almost daily, on and off the field. How many times has he saved Jazz's life? Too many times. Jazz is a devil of chaos in that mecha suit, always doing down right suicidal stunts anytime an opportunity strikes. Ratchet has personally worked with Jackie on Jazz's mecha to make sure the kid wouldn't end up frying himself or slip further into insanity. Still with all the care put into that mecha, Jazz's sanity is still debatable.

Yeah… keeping everyone sane and healthy is something that feeds into Ratchet's sleepless nights. He knows better than to think he can save everyone, he was never that naive. Still the harsh reality of how fragile life is hit hard and fast at the beginning of the Quintesson war. Those memories are buried deep down with the first prototypes of mecha suites. Despite everything, Ratchet still refuses to give up on anyone, he'll do everything in his power to save anyone in his care. The small moments during down time, when he catches people smiling, singing, and laughing with friends thought lost to this war, helps make the nightmares just a bit easier to endure.

Ratchet stands up and swipes broken glass off his knees before grabbing the strap to his satchel. With the Mecha safely disabled Ratchet shrugs the strap over a shoulder and starts climbing out of the cockpit to start scanning the area for any more downed pilots. Being in the mecha had muffled the ear splitting screeches and roars of battle. Outside the mecha, everything echoed and rumbled through the hills and gullies, shaking the ground and trees. The trees where the bulk of the fight is happening have caught fire, turning the sky a hazy gray with a reddish orange hue. The fight has fallen closer to city limits but still hasn't reached what the commanders would call a, ‘panic level threat’ to start evacuation efforts. That, like many things, is not something Ratchet agrees with.

From his position on the Mecha's chest, Ratchet narrows his eyes to try and see through the smoke better. He spots specks of red light flickering from a gully to his left. It's close enough to him and his team that he can make out a mecha shaped form at the bottom, “Aid! Fix! With me! Everyone else, start hooking this up to the transport!” Ratchet yells above the noise while he climbs down the Mecha and hops off to the ground when close enough. Satisfied that his team immediately starts moving as soon as he gives orders, Ratchet starts jogging with Aid and Fix right behind him. “We need to move fast. I spotted a downed Mecha past that hill. Don't know how long it's been there. Since we haven't seen any mecha close to us while working, I am going to assume it's been a while.” Ratchet grips the strap to his satchel as he picks up the pace. The lights he saw means the mecha is still functional but no movement tells him the pilot is injured or worse.

- - - - - - - - -

As they catch their breath, Ratchet scans the gully to find the best way down, “Ratchet, sir... this is a really steep climb down. Let's find another way. Trying would be way too risky.” Fix rasps out as he wipes his forehead with his sleeve. Aid makes a wheezing noise while hunched over, hands on his knees. The smoke and soot is not doing their lungs any favors. 

“This thing stretches for miles. Quickest way is to climb down. Don't like it, stay up here.” Ratchet coughs to clear his throat as he squats down to look over the edge. At the bottom of the gully, laying on its side in murky pink tinted water is the damaged mecha. The lights he had spotted from before are coming from what seems to have been a space ship. From what Ratchet can see of the remains, it doesn't resemble a Quintesson transport vessel. Hard to say though since it's scattered everywhere. Some of the shredded debris is embedded into the walls of the gully. Larger pieces are scattered all around the mecha. Ratchet swings his legs over the edge and start climbing down. He ignores Fix's pleas and calls up to Aid, “Call for the mecha transporter. If the mecha is stable enough to be moved, it might be safer to keep the pilot inside the cockpit.”  The two wheeze and mumble above him but he catches the click and static screech of a field radio turning on.

 As Ratchet climbs down he glances over his shoulder now and then trying to see what he's working with. He notices a lot of damage to the plating on the mecha's arms, chest, and back. Possible damage to the cockpit has Ratchet taking the risk of using less sturdier holds for his hands and feet. Ratchet notes that the weird pink color in the water is coming from the deep gashes and holes littering the mecha's frame. The larger pieces of debris that Ratchet thought were from the ship turns out to be chunks of Quintessons. Ratchet exhales, steadying his nerves as he continues the climb down. When he deems it close enough, he clears the rest of the way by sliding down into the water with a splash. Thankfully it's only knee deep.

After fixing his strap and giving a dry cough, Ratchet pulls out his infamous wrench from the satchel and takes a step forward. The muddy bottom sucks his boots back down with every step forward, “Kid better be alive.” Ratchet mutters to himself, not wasting any more time he works his way towards the mecha. His breath catches when he sees how detailed the mecha's face is. Its lips are pulled into a tight thin-lined frown and the eyebrows are pinched together, creasing the area between its closed eyes. Like it can feel the wounds while unconscious, so expressive…. Ratchet shakes off that trail of thought before it can get started, “Pilots skipping face shields and visors for their mecha's now? Is this where the money is being wasted? Mecha used for commercials and toys shouldn't be out on the field. Wait till I get you out kid. If all of this was a stupid publicity stunt, you'll wish the Quintessons finished you off.”

He tightens his hold on the wrench as he makes it to the chest plates. His heart is pounding just a little faster but he continues to ignore all the red flags saying something is off about this mecha. If there's a chance there's someone in there, then he needs to try to save them. Besides, he has that gut feeling that he's needed here and that gut feeling has never failed him yet, “hot… but not a, going to blow up right now, kind of hot.” Ratchet mumbles as he slowly, barely, ghosts his gloved fingers tips over where the cockpits emergency release panel should be, “Not helpful kid. How am I supposed to get to you if I can't find the medical override..” He swears he saw a clawed finger twitch inside his peripheral vision. The weird muffled whirling noise coming from its chest picks up.

“Ratchet move!!” Aid and Fix scream out from above. Ratchet turns his head towards them then to the heavy thwumps and splashes from behind the mecha's frame. Ratchet curses and waves a hand for them to back away from the ledge and stay down. He grips the wrench in both hands and presses his back into the Mecha's chest plating. Very familiar blood chilling, high pitched chitters and low hisses start surrounding him. Tentacles slide around and on the mecha, moving past the frame closer to Ratchet. He doesn't dare breathe as one comes extremely close to touching his foot.

Many things happen in the next few minutes. Sounds of shifting plates and a whirr chur noise comes from behind him. He ends up falling back into the water as the surface he was pressed against moves away way too fast to follow. Ratchet's cool blue eyes dart up to catch sight of a Quintesson with a mecha sized gun down its throat. Ratchet is barely able to register that before being drenched in muddy water and Quintessons blood as it rains down on him. He scrambles to clear his visor as chunks of the alien continues to hit the water. 

When he can see again he looks to his sides then up. The mecha is crouched above him, one knee had been very close to squishing him. The mecha tosses the gun to the side and this time the knee blocks Ratchet from the splash. Water with the weird pink liquid drizzles off the mecha as it grabs another Quintesson by the tentacles and yanks it towards them. Ratchet scoots back and stumbles to his feet as the mecha doesn't hesitate to sink it's claws into the Quintesson's head and lower jaw. With a stomach flipping roar, the towering being above him rips the jaw off and throws it aside like it did with the gun. Ratchet yells out as he is soaked once again, his suit is well past being comfortable anymore. Burning red eyes land on Ratchet for a split second before growing staticy, the mechanical being gives a sharp wince. The red static quickly becomes a solid but dimmer red as the mecha turns its upper torso to focus on the next charging Quintesson.

- - - - - - - - -

Ratchet definitely can't ignore the ‘this is not a mecha’ warnings anymore. Weird destroyed spaceship, red flag. Weird pink fluid leaking from the mecha, definitely not oil or lubricant, red flag. Mecha vocalizing through a moving mouth and showing hints of pain, big red flag. The moment the Quintessons are dealt with the, not piloted by a human but very much mecha looking being, falls back onto their side. When the shaking from the large being's fall settles Ratchet had finished processing everything. Right now to Ratchet, the only thing that matters is they're hurt and Ratchet may be able to help them. Ratchet trudges through the water towards the mechanical being as they give a static filled rumble, “Hush, you did enough. Thank you.” Ratchet places his palm on their cheek. He rubs the warm metal as he tries to sooth them. He watches as the eye watching him darts to the edge of the gully where his teammates are yelling at him to be careful, “It's ok kid we're getting you out of here. Focus on me. Only me." The rumbles trickle away as the intense red glow shrinks back onto Ratchet. It flickers a few more times, then slowly dims till it's completely off. A lid slides over the eye closing with a soft click, “I've got you.” Ratchet promises switching the pets to a pat. He starts planning out how he'll fit the mecha into his quarters back at base. Jackie can help him move around his sitting area.

*** *** ***

So I realized I didn't start with how Ratchet and Deadlock met in the TF Mecha Universe. I just hopped straight into the mushy stuff. @keferon 's TF Mecha Universe has given me a spark of creativity again. So thank you Keferon for starting this chaos! It's beautiful. I am looking forward to writing this fanfic, it has quickly stolen all of my attention. Anyways, I hope this was enjoyable to read! Keferon has been overflowing with tons of wonderful asks, so I though I could make it a bit easier on them by figuring out how to post this fanfic on here. Let's see what I can do.

[akumamazoku]

COD AS DOGS

hihi!!! i haven’t posted in a while, but id been working on this, so i thought it might be neat to throw in

ive seen a couple people dogifying the cod characters, so i thought id try my hand at it and what i thought they could be

soap: obviously i had to make him a scottish dog breed, how could i not! i settled with the deerhound because theyre not too big, decently fluffy (all the other characters are basically just shaven flat) and known to be very friendly! i thought it suited him the best, + i could sneak in the mohawk lol, i also thought all of them would inevitably get scars, soap’s just show the least because he has mid-length fur

gaz: other than soap, i had the least trouble with picking his breed, i immediately knew i wanted him to be a smaller dog, since i knew the other two would suit larger dogs better, and i immediately stumbled across the manchester terrier. the breed felt like the perfect fit! i was looking for dog breeds usually found in the area where a character is from (i.e scotland, england) and the manchester terrier fit that!

ghost: actually, i immediately had an idea for this guy! i know some people still just give him the mask, which can 100% fit, but i thought making his signature skull part of his markings instead would be even cooler, so my mind immediately went to a vitiligo dog! (excuse the incorrect spelling of it on the drawing pls :’]) picking the breed was a bit harder, but i knew i wanted a muscly dog usually considered to be more dangerous, and while i was originally considering a leaner, more stealthy dog, a pitbull just seemed like it would fit, with how misunderstood they are! i patterned his face to look skeletal, and then i was done!

price: price’s design definitely caused me the most trouble, i was researching breeds for a while, before i finally decided on the bullmastiff. i don’t have much of an explanation for his, i simply saw it and thought it would be great for his character! i did give him some greying fur, because he is the oldest out of these four (to my knowledge, not sure about ghost) so i thought it was a neat detail!

thanks for listening to me rant, hope u liked the dogs!!!

[yukioos]

HIIII can u write a wrestling! leon one shot?? where he and his college team are on the way to a tournament and they have to stop at the gas station to fuel up and whatever and readers family owns the station and when he sees her it’s like love at first sight (if you’re comfortable with it, can u make it suggestive?)

MALBORO NIGHTS

SUMMARY: leon is on his way to a wrestling tournament when he stops at the gas station for some snacks. he encounters you, a worker, and things turn into a hot mess.

AUTHORS NOTE: hi! i don’t know a lot about wrestling so i had to research a bit on the topic. sorry if i got some information wrong!

WARNINGS: suggestive!! modern au, leon’s fear of failure and embarrassment, kinda sexual thoughts from leon but he feels bad about it, making out, reader and leon are both consenting adults, not proofread

leon’s wrestling team had won their conference tournament and now had to travel across the country to another tournament. this time, it was national. he had already flown across the country to another state with his teammates. they stayed in a hotel for a couple of nights, extending their visit to explore the state and its historical sites.

but when the morning came, and he had to travel to the venue, he surprisingly wasn’t nervous. it wasn’t unlike any of his other tournaments, and he was confident he will win. despite his young age, he was one of the best on the team.

the one thing he hated about traveling across the country for a tournament was the people. having to appear all mighty, strong, and perfect made him freeze in his tracks, and his stomach would flip. he was fine when he was just around his teammates, hell, when he was with them, it was a judgment-free zone.

even as he and his teammates packed up and brought their bags, laid them in a bus, and drove to the venue, he couldn’t ignore the agonizing feeling. he didn’t want to be embarrassed, and he didn’t want to fail in front of thousands of people! and as much as he loved seeing people do good at something they liked, he despised seeing people do better than him at wrestling.

wrestling was his sport, his passion. he claimed he’d lose his sense of self and confidence without it. but of course, chris always told him he’d be the same person with or without the wrestling.

despite his dreading feeling in his stomach, he talked with chris the whole ride. even as hours passed on the bus, even as chatter died down then people wouldn’t stop talking, he always had him by his side. leon admitted, chris always found a way to make him feel better.

leon’s chuckles become silenced once the driver announces, “alright, we’re gonna have to stop by a gas station of some sort! fuel’s gettin’ low!”

groans erupt from the rows of seats, and chatter fills his ears. many complaints are heard from his teammates around him, and even chris rolls his eyes at the announcement.

leon glances around the bus, seeing nothing but roads, cars, and trees for miles. he then shouts to chris, over the loud noises, “we’ll be fine. the tournament can’t start without us!”

he responds and continues ranting, “yeah, you’re probably right. better not start the tournament without us—“

minutes pass, and the bus suddenly halts to a stop. leon glanced out the window to see a gas station, remembering the bus is low on fuel. he feels a tap on his shoulder, so he turns around.

“leon, chris, i, and three other guys are gonna head into the store while the bus driver’s fillin’ up the tank. wanna come with?” carlos asks, smiling at the blonde and brunette.

leon doesn’t waste a second as he begins agreeing, commenting on how sitting in his ass for so long hurts. chris bellowed, and carlos said the same as they walked off the bus and into the store.

the six men split up to find snacks for their teammates, wandering around the isles to find their desired candy or chips. leon’s feet stomp against the red and white tiles. he settles on a protein bar, a bag of skittles, and a bottle of water for the trip. he then travels around the store to find more snacks for his teammates then calls out for his brunette friend.

chris quickly responds, “yeah?”

the blonde nods to the register, “you ready?”

a smirk appears on the brunette’s face, and leon looks puzzled. he asks what he’s smirking about, and turns around to see what gained chris’ attention.

there you stand, sucking on a lollipop as you meticulously flip through the pages of a thick book. your light pink nails came up to the lollipop stick every couple of seconds, popping it out of your mouth and wrapping your lips against it again. of course, you aren’t aware of your effect on the blonde wrestler standing many feet away from you.

leon begins to slouch and tries to shrink his frame. he nervously comments, “i don’t feel like going up to the register—“

he yelps when chris grabs him by the hood and pushes him to you, muting his protests as he tries to not any of the snacks. he shakes his head with wide eyes, then is suddenly met face-to-face with you and your book.

chris grins, teeth shining, “hey, leon, can you check these out for me? i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” chris taunts, winking as he pulls cash from his wallet.

he places it on top of leon’s snacks, held in his arms, all while dropping his items on the counter. leon’s cheeks warm up, and he hears his heart beating fast.

when you look up at him, he gives a lovesick smile. your eyes are the most beautiful he’s ever seen. the way you’re looking at him with a sultry smile causes him to nervously glance at the floor, unable to hold eye contact. once he

you take the items from the counter and scan them, starting up a conversation, “seems like there’s a whole lot of people out there,” referencing to the loud noises from the bus, “are you with them?”

leon’s eyes widen, and he fidgets with his fingers. his throat tightens, and he stutters, “oh— oh, um, yeah. i’m with them. we’re heading over to a wrestling tournament a few hours away.”

you pause in your tracks, not scanning the items anymore. he’s a wrestler? well, it does make sense. he looks incredibly muscular and well-built, but you have to admit, he is the finest man you’ve ever seen.

you notice he starts to appear nervous when you stare at him, so you continue placing the items in a bag and ask, “where are you coming from?” afterward, you place your hands on the counter in front of you and look up at the blonde.

leon blushes at your sudden change of position and your interest in learning more about him. he glances down at you more, gulping when he sees a peek of your cleavage. he loses his train of thought and forgets all about your question.

he begins to observe you, your shirt doesn’t fully cover your shoulder, and your bra strap peeks out. the way your heart necklace rests perfectly on your chest drives him crazy. your eyes have a certain glint in them, a seductive one.

you tilt your head, smirking as you realize he’s analyzing everything about you. he must’ve noticed your smile because he finally answers your question, “raccoon city—“

you roll your eyes and grab him by his hood, pulling him into a kiss. it’s almost as if you could read his mind because he was about to slowly lean in. he whimpers, wanting to be closer to you, so he puts his hand over yours on the counter.

your lips push against each other’s, but you pull away, groaning as you’re making out in a public space. you ask, out of breath, “break room?”

he quickly nods and you grab his sleeve, dragging him to the room behind the register. twisting the knob, you gently push him inside, and he feels a surge of confidence, pushing you against the nearby wall. he hadn’t had time to look around. he didn’t care if anyone was watching, he didn’t care that he didn’t know you as well as he wanted to. all he knew was that he needed you, and he needed you now.

he grabs your hip with his large hand, and you pull him in for another kiss. you take a fistful of his blonde hair, and he moans into the kiss. your bodies are heated and burning with anticipation, but you both want more. you know you do.

you raise your leg to his hip, almost wrapping it around his waist. he understands and places his hand on your ass, then picks you up. you wrap both of your legs around his waist, smiling into the kiss. he places you on a table and momentarily breaks away from the kiss.

saliva connects to your lips, and as disgusting as it is, it’s sure as hell hot, and you still want more.

he takes his sweatshirt and his shirt off then mumbles, “is this okay,” gripping your thigh and kissing your neck tenderly.

you gently scratch his scalp and nod, taking your shirt off, leaving only your bra and jeans to view. his abs glisten with sweat, and he leans down again, pushing his warm hand onto your stomach. you lay flat on the table and pull him in closer with your legs.

your lips intertwine and the action intensifies. you both moan, but suddenly you hear a sound that makes you both pause.

“leon, where are ya? we need to go!” a voice shouts.

leon sighs and closes his eyes, laying his head on your chest momentarily. he groans, “fuck,” and you giggle, relishing in how much he wants to continue. his hands still lay on your thighs, a silent reminder of what you were about to do.

you scratch his scalp and neck, then, with your other hand, you pick up your phone. you open the contacts app and tap his cheek, causing him to look up at you.

his cheeks and lips are red, both flushed and hot. his eyes look tired and begging, he wants more but needs to get to his tournament.

he grabs your phone and enters his phone number and his name. he then grumbles, “promise i’ll be back after the tournament.”

he picks up his clothes and your shirt, placing it on your lap. once he’s done dressing, you place your hand on his chest, “take the snacks for free. it’s on me.”

he opens his mouth to interject, but you shake your head and guide him to the register, “don’t forget to win, ‘kay? you’ll do great.”

he smiles and smoothens your messy hair, agreeing, “i’ll do my best. i’ll text you right after.”

you look up and tilt your head again, slowly standing on your tiptoes and wrapping your arms around his neck. you gently place your lips on his, and it’s much more relaxed and loving than before.

but leon hears another call of his name, and he kisses you back. he smiles and walks away, but before he leaves, he yells, “i’ll be back, y/n!”

as he jogs the short distance to the bus, he notices chris standing right outside the entrance to it. the brunette notices his disheveled hair and points it out, “you look like you just got banged,” and walks onto the bus, sitting in their seats next to each other.

he mumbles, “wait,” then his eyes widen. his pearly whites shine, realizing what leon just did.

this was gonna be a long ride.

[monstersflashlight]

Did someone say holiday family gossip??? well *cracks knuckles* settle in.

So my uncle has full custody of me and it’s been that way since I was a child, but I still see my parents every year for Christmas. And every single year they get drunk and ramble about how it’s unfair that I was taken away from them and that my uncle is doing a bad job at raising me. Two years ago they literally called the police and tried to get him arrested on false claims that he’d kidnapped me.

Despite all of that we still have to see them because they’re always invited to family gatherings. I turned 18 earlier this year and everyone kinda decided that I no longer need to be shielded from family drama, so I started learning a lot of things about my parents. They’re both unstable and use a lot of drugs, and they used to endanger me quite regularly when they had custody of me, hence why I was taken away and put in the care of my uncle.

I can remember that CPS came to my house a few times when I was kid (while I was with my uncle) but I was never told why. I remember them asking me questions like “Have you ever felt unsafe with your uncle or anyone he brings around you?” But I didn’t know why I was being asked that until it was explained to me this year that my parents had been repeatedly calling in saying my uncle was essentially pimping me out/letting me be alone with predatory men.

And honestly that’s just the tip of the iceberg of things I’ve discovered this year. I can’t believe no one thought to tell me these things sooner. My family (minus my parents) are very careful with the younger relatives and shield them from a lot of bad things in the world so I understand why it was a secret but oh my god, CPS thought I was being exploited and no one thought to tell me?? That’s insane. I’m not sure how I’m meant to be civil this Christmas. I don’t want to cause a scene but it’s probably going to happen.

PS: it’s weirdly therapeutic to anonymously rant about my family lol. Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!!

Hi anon! Happy Holidays! Your story is... Wild. Hope your Christmas is not too painful this year, you can rant away all you want, I take as a compliment to be a safe space ❤️❤️

[palskippah]

Hi! Drew this based over a scene in Santa Clarita Diet bc Abby's relationship with her parents is so funny but also it's clear that she loves them aaa

Anyways, every once in a while Cyrus realizes that his other dad is actually cooler than he gives him credit for sjdfksj

Under the cut are some more thoughts!

-Btw I hope you get the 'of course' wink sjdkfjs

>My mom always does it whenever I ask a question that could only use a 'yes' as an answer, instead of nodding or talking and I think it's cool sjkdf (I don't use it bc I'm very uncoordinated, imagine I accidentally double wink or do the frog blink 😭)

-Cyrus is often so mean to him that whenever he's genuinely nice, sometimes Ambrosius' suspicious and wondering if he's being sarcastic or mocking him, even if Cyrus tries to tell him that it's nothing of that and he means it

>Like that scene in Santa Clarita Diet where Abby compliments her parents and they stare for a few seconds all seriously and then one says, don't listen to her honey, we did great (and it reminded me so much of that one scene in the comic with Ballister and Ambrosius sjdkfjs)

>This one:

>I really wanna redraw it like the scene in the show. Ballister going good job and Ambrosius just staring very calculating, and then going, don't listen to him, men, we DID get him >:(

-Also drew this because ever since Cyrus has been born Ambrosius couldn't help but feel that his son just knew that he wasn't a good person, the way he was always frowning at him (that's just his face, like Ballister's) and when he grows up, he seems to not like him much either pipipi

>Anyways one day (being a moody teenager) Cyrus says the typical I hate you, dad!!! D:< and locks himself in his room and Ambrosius' like, D':

>He's always mean too but that's just his teenager personality, sarcastic and stuff and Ballister doesn't take it personal because he knows his son is just like that (hopefully for the meanwhile, until he grows out of it), Ambrosius knows too but he's more sensitive and can't help taking it a bit personal 😔

-Also I got another idea for a small comic based over a kdrama I watched, where the daughter (the oldest of the two siblings) blamed herself over her dad leaving their family, and hated him for leaving too and many things, just very complicated.

>And aaa imagine Cyrus just never saying it but knowing that both of his dads' lives would've been different if he hadn't been born. Like maybe all of Ballister's plans to overthrow the Institute and stuff took longer, and some phases in his plan had to be put in hold because of him and stuff.

>Also for a while he feels like Ballister is bound to Ambrosius for life because of him (little did he know that those two would've been around each other their whole lives anyways, even if he never existed sjdkfs) then he realizes that they actually like and love each other, and then they try having something, or smth, and then he's like oh :) because seeing both of your parents loving each other and getting along is a very nice feeling (I've been told, idk from first-hand experience🧍 cries)

>Actually, I drew this unfinished thing about that, based over another scene in the kdrama I mentioned, where the daughter says, after being told that if her parents hadn't met, she wouldn't have been born, that it'd would've been for the better.

>I know the writing is terrible but Cyrus' complaining about Ambrosius and ending his rant with 'I wish they just hadn't met at all', and Nimona saying that she used to feel the same, but then realized that Cyrus wouldn't have been born, and Cyrus was supposed to say next, 'maybe that would've been better' and then Nimona doesn't answer and just stares at him wwhwh

-AND of course it's not Cyrus' fault that Ballister decided to have him, but he still has the feeling of having messed up his dad's life, and let's say that Ballister realizes for whatever reasons his feelings, connecting dots and stuff.

>So, imagine a conversation where he's saying very reassuringly, Meeting your father and later having you is one of the best things that had happened to me, or something like that. And Cyrus is resolutely not looking at him, but his eyes are getting teary, even if he feigns not acknowledging Ballister's words because how embarrassing, and how vulnerable he feels, but also he feels so relieved and loved too.

>And he doesn't know what to do with the feelings, also being a teenager with no feelings is his thing, y'know, so he's like, Just so you know, I'm not crying over what you said, I don't care about that, something just got in my eye- and Ballister just smiles because his son is terrible at communicating his feelings, but it's okay and he gets it, and just says, of course, let me get it out for you, and then he wipes Cyrus' tears and Cyrus gets a tad bit more teary but it's fine because his dad doesn't mind wiping some more tears wiwiiw

>(projecting so much into him bc when I watched that one scene in the show I cried bc I've felt the way the protagonist did (now I know better tho, I'm the coolest thing to happen to my mom yippiee) and it's a very ugly feeling, so of course I'm giving it to a character whwehw)

Anyways, that's it! I love them so much, I hope to make some more comics about the thingies I said above sjkdfd

[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

Yet again, a microfic prompt that is no longer "micro" | jegulus | prompt: interruption | word count: 2,090

For whatever reason, the world is against him.

Normally, he’s had no issue coming across Regulus on his own. They would even have ample time to speak without unwanted company interrupting. Well, James would do most of the talking while Regulus pretended to ignore him. It started one morning when James took a detour to the owlery between classes, and stumbled upon Regulus. Forgetting about his previous task, he started following Regulus instead. After the third time, James had accepted this wasn’t a mere coincidence, and started seeking out Regulus on purpose.

He would take Regulus’ books, freeing up his hands to draft in his personal journal, and they would talk as they walked to their next classes. James knew Regulus hardly needed an escort, but there was something about the other boy that drew him in, like a moth to a flame. It had taken him a surprisingly long time to understand what it was, and an even longer time to accept it. But once had, he had made it his life’s mission to find out if Regulus might feel the same.

He has a suspicion that he does.

Last week, he waited around the corner from his charms class to wait for James rather than heading down to the dungeons alone. James, who was caught up visiting Remus in the infirmary, hadn’t thought Regulus would be there. But he was, and though he grumbled the entire way, he had waited for James, and that has to mean something, right?

James thinks it does. It’s all the little things that keep piling up. Regulus waiting for him. Regulus accepting his help carrying his books. Regulus no longer icing him out. Regulus listening to his rants rather than simply nodding along. Regulus starting to rant about his own thoughts and troubles. Regulus smiling at him. Regulus smiling at him! Sirius mentioned he has a hard time opening up to people, and he has seen proof of that. Regulus isn’t like this with his friends, at least not publicly. Sure, he listens and occasionally throws in a comment, but he doesn’t smile from cheek to cheek, he certainly doesn’t laugh, he doesn’t talk animatedly. No, he only does that with James. And it has to mean something.

But, since coming to the conclusion that it does mean something, and he’s going to do something about it, their routine is suddenly interrupted.

First, Pandora is walking with Regulus after his charms class. She looks dreadfully stressed—even though it sounds like she is talking about a dream?—so James gives them space. Next, James is in too much of a hurry and sinks down to his knee in the false step. Since he snuck away from his friends, nobody is there to help him until well after their next class has already begun. Then, Barty and Evan have urgent need of Regulus, towing him away before James can even raise a hand in greeting.

The interruptions have gotten so bad, James has broken his pact with himself, and pulled out the map. He promised he wouldn’t make a breach of Regulus’ privacy, but he is going to lose it if he gets stopped one more time. He hasn’t seen Regulus in nearly two week, and he thinks the withdraw is slowly killing him.

So today, he is certain he is in the clear. His friends are chatting together, none the wiser as he starts to slip away down the opposite corridor. He saw on the map that Barty and Evan have detention with Filch and Pandora is in the hospital wing. The only one of Regulus’ friends he can’t locate is Dorcas, but thus far she has not bothered them, so he doesn’t stress himself over her missing name.

Then, Sirius stops him with a hand encircled around his arm.

“Where do you run off to everyday?”

“Huh?”

“You always run off after class. All of us have the next period off, but you always disappear.”

“Uh…” He didn’t think any of them had noticed. Which is stupid to assume, they spend nearly every minute of the day together, and he disappears for thirty minutes everyday after Transfiguration.

“You’re keeping a secret from me?”

“No, I just… there is somebody I want to ask on a date, but I keep getting interrupted.” He hopes the emphasis alone is enough for Sirius to get the hint, but alas, he is already locked on to an earlier part of the sentence.

“You do! Oh! Tell me, what girl has finally got your eyes off Red?”

“Sirius…” He dances from foot to foot, but Sirius isn’t letting go of his wrist. He casts a furuative glance over his shoulder, but Remus and Peter are gone. Remus is the only one who has been successful in distracting Sirius once his mind has locked onto something, and he isn’t here to help. “Please, he’ll be waiting for—” He freezes, mind whirling. He’s been so careful, he hasn’t let anything slip to Sirius, too afraid such a discovery would lead to the end of their friendship. Sirius disagrees with his parents on many fronts, but this… James doesn’t think this is one of them.

“A boy?”

“Yes?” He braces for impact. Not a physical one, but the emotional one. The tearing of their fabric of friendship. He can feel the strain of it right now, though once torn they can never be put back together the same again.

“That’s why you’ve been so secretive! Alright, fess up, who’s the lucky boy?”

“I—you’re okay with it?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, Remus is gay and I don’t have a problem with him?”

“Remus is gay?” He wracks his brain, trying to remember Remus telling them, but he comes up blank. If he knew, then maybe… no, if he told Remus he was crushing on Sirius’ little brother, he would have told Sirius. And Sirius finds out before he was ready… that would be catastrophic.

“Duh?”

“He never said.”

“Mate, its obvious. Not sure how I missed that you were… wait, stop distracting me, who is it?”

“It’s not going to be anybody if you don’t let me go ask them.”

“But—”

“Sirius, I love you mate, but I really like him. I think… I think he might be the one.”

“You said that about Red.”

“I’m serious this time. But if I don’t get to figure out because you stood in my way, I will never forgive you.”

“…Fine. But if he agrees to this date, you have to tell me who it is.”

“If the date goes smoothly, I’ll tell you, okay?”

“Deal.”

As soon as Sirius’ fingers loosen, he takes off down the hall. This is it. This is the moment. Sure, Regulus could say no, but James has a gut feeling that he won’t. And James’ gut feelings have never lead him astray before. There won’t be any more interruptions and their won’t be any rejections.

He rounds the corner to find Regulus leaning against the wall. His journal is in hand, quill poised over the page, but he is staring at the opposite wall, a deep scowl set into his face.

“Hello, love. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“I wasn’t waiting for you.” But even as he says that, the scowl vanishes, the corner of his lip quirking up even as he fights to keep it down. His shoulders loosen, and his chin rises. He is stunning, like a forbidden flower blooming. James can’t keep his eyes from roaming. Regulus' freckles are more prominent today—he must have spent his free period out at his spot by the lake. His hair is perfectly tousled as always, though one stray hair falls over his eyes. James has to physically hold himself back from tucking it behind his hear. His always searching grey eyes also taking James in.

“Of course not, love.” He scoops up the stack of books from the ledge where Regulus set them, and starts leading the way to the dungeons. “So, I was thinking—”

“Did it hurt?”

There is something deeply wrong with James. Because he laughs. The kind of laugh that comes from deep inside. Bubbling up in your gut and impossible to hold back. His stomach aches with the force of it, and his cheeks cramp from the broad smile. But he wouldn’t have anything else in the world.

“That wasn’t funny.”

“You are hilarious, love.”

“I’m really not.”

“You are. You are so lovely, that when I’m around you, I can’t think straight. There’s something about you, Regulus. And I think, you feel the same way.” Here it goes. Leaping off the cliff into the fog, not knowing if there is solid ground within. “Did you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

Regulus freezes in place.

“You can totally say no. I mean, I might be totally misreading things, but I thought you felt the same and—”

“As a date?” Regulus cuts in, voice in complete disbelief.

“Of course, what else would it be?”

“You wan to go on a date, with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

Another thing, Regulus makes him unreasonably nervous. Like he has to impress him at all times lest he lose interest and look away. He doesn’t want Regulus to look anywhere but at him. So, so long as he has Regulus’ attention—negative or not—he still has him. He still has a chance. But the result is him stumbling over sentences, doing his best to keep Regulus within grasp.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just sprung it on you like that. I’m sorry, just pretend it never happened. Okay? I’m so—”

“It’s REGULUS?!”

Now, it’s James turn to freeze. His joints lock up and his blood runs cold. No, it wasn’t supposed to go like this. He was supposed to have time to figure out how to tell Sirius. He was supposed to get his answer from Regulus. He was supposed to have control over this. This was supposed to be something for him. After years of giving himself to his friends, he finally wanted to be selfish. Why couldn’t Sirius let him?

“Must you always stick your nose where it doesn’t belong, brother?” Regulus drawls, somehow already composed. James supposes that Regulus wasn’t caught in the middle of anything scandalous, he was just about to reject James after all.

“You! And you! And—how did this happen?”

“Sirius…” He croaks. “Please. I asked you to give me some time.”

“You are supposed to tell me everything! Why didn’t you tell me that you are seducing my little brother!”

“I—what?”

His protests are drowned out by Regulus' “Who said he was the one seducing me?”

His heart is pounding far too frantically to fit within the confines of his chest. It’s going to fast; everything is moving too fast and he can’t keep up. “I—you—what?” He sounds like a broken record, skipping over the same fractured sound over and over.

Regulus is smirking, which makes him impossibly more attractive. Like the devil disguised as an angel, luring you down what is possibly a dark road, but one you would gladly take for the pleasure it gives you. Maybe not the expected route, maybe not the most morally obligated route, but certainly the most enticing one. And James is ready to ‘take the road less traveled by’, or something like that.

“Ew! You don’t have to be lovely and gross in front of me!”

“You followed me!”

“Because you were lying to me!”

“I wasn’t lying to you, Sirius. I was going to tell you, but only after I knew this was going to work out.”

“Of course it’s going to work out. Regulus hasn’t hexed you to the ceiling with your tongue tied in a knot.”

“Has he actually done that?” The question is aimed at Sirius, but he turns to Regulus for an answer. Regulus is leaning against the wall, watching the scene playing out before him, his devilish grin now more amused than dangerous.

“Come on, or Moony is going to think we’re snogging in a broom closet.”

“But I need to—” But Sirius has already snagged him by the arm and is dragging him away from Regulus. He doesn’t do anything other than watch with that stupidly beautiful smirk on his face.

In the end, he was only partially right. He wasn’t interrupted in asking Regulus out, but he was interrupted before he got to hear the answer.

[elysian467]

Reader's Rant

Okay so I had finished reading the Legacy of Gods Series few days ago so here are my thoughts(after lots of thinking,psychoanalysing and self arguing)

1)RINA PROMOTING MISOGYNISTIC VIEWS:

•The "virgin trope" is seriously not a trope at this point when each and every book has this.She makes it seem as if the fmc has commited blasphemy(What's her obsession with this word anyways.Its everywhere in her books.The blasphemy😯) if she has slept with someone before the mc.Wth!?And every male character is a casanova.Like we will find virgin Mcs hot too okay?? Especially in Ava's case like I thought okay finally we have a fmc who has had a life before mc but no?Like she makes it seem Ava have a grandiose sex life and later makes her a virgin too!?Like its okay to have experience and its totally okay to not marry the first guy you sleep with.

I also think that having literally ALL men experienced in EVERY SINGLE THING is also so frustrating.Like it would have been cool if Eli or Creighton were not u know??She makes it seem as a chore the men have to do the second they turn 18

•Another example of misogyny is the extreme sense of ownership they have for all the women in their life. Like the dad's are seriously crossing limits.Protectiveness is cute but the no-twat-is-good-enough-for-my-princess shit is exhausting.Jeremy and Landon are wayyy too controlling.Its literally offensive.You will HATE such a brother and dad for life and beyond.

•She made all women literal doormats.Enough said. (except Ava,Ari and Maya-who she turned into a villain because she has a life so she should not be the good sister)

•The fmcs had all sort of problems, worries,insecurities blah blah which could not be cured by besties, family, friends, therapists nope!They could only be cured within 2 chapters at most once the perfect mc decides to help!

•Over possessiveness.Hated it.Like listen I can still somehow get Killian's jealousy towards Remi(by dark romance standards ONLY) but Creighton has been close friends with Remi since birth and how he literally does not allow a single friendly touch!?And his insta posts each statng MINE MINE MINE repeatedly felt embarrassing and cringe rather than hot and when he tells her to stop following people like WHAT!?

2)UNFULFILLED TROPES AND PROMISES:

I am the kind of reader who gives great attention to the blurbs and tropes before reading a book.

•God of Pain is a grumpy x sunshine.Now I believe this was mentioned due to the appeal and popularity of the trope but Annika is not a sunshine at all.Sunshine character is not one which ACTS and pretends to be happy,outgoing and perfect while she has her insecurities,fears and troubles eat her up inside(her words)

•God of fury has been said to have the trope mafia prince x GOLDEN BOY which is not accurate.Anyone who has read the books should know this already ig.

•God of war which happens to be my fav from the series has false claimed tropes too.Like it was NOT a marriage of convenience.Eli forced the proximity upon Ava by forcing her to marry him(I believe forced proximity means both leads who hate each other are forced to be closer)and the sunshine point is similar as that of Annika.Imagine if someone is searching for a stand alone marriage of convenience and forced proximity....they'll be sad,angry and frustrated u know(Not me.I loved the book)

•Being an apathatic sociopath and selfish narcissist is different.Research your attributes Rina.

•Rina literally backtracks upon Eli's feelings in gow.Repeatedly mentions how Eli had no feelings for Ava before Uni.While she had stated in Royal Elite epilogue how Eli kisses new born Ava,calls her pretty,is asking Aiden for marriage pact,stares at her.Even in gow Ava mentions that he caused guys disappear even when she was in HIGH SCHOOL."Yeah he had no interest at all"😑(THE LAST LINE WAS SARCASM.YES SOME PEOPLE NEED IT TO BE SPELLED OUT.your welcome)

•Mia's selective mutism was played with totally wrong.AGAIN RESEARCH RINA!

3)PROBLEMS IN THE BOOKS

•The extremely perfect mcs who are geniuses(Einstein who?),strong,attractive all the positive attributes who can think of other than a heart ofc.Like is it wrong if at least one mc has worked hard for the way they are!?Nope these are born perfections who can cure world hunger but will not because the world does not deserve it. Fmcs have all sorts of issues(other than being spineless,submissive doormats.Not Ava,Ari,Maya) which will be cured by the MC!Yeah!(Though the way Eli helps Ava is actually book perfect,heart warming and realistic.Its quite real that her parents and Cecily babied her and could not handle hard decisions that could benefit her)

•BRATS PLAYING GODS!All the mcs are over privileged brats who have done nothing but be born to "earn" their "god" status.Like they are literal UNI kids.Like they were all spoiled brats basically criminals who were setting things(buildings) on fire and hurting and killing people like what!?

•THEIR AGES AND THEIR*ahem* ACTIONS!?Their ages in their respective books:

Killian(19)-Glyndon(19)😱😲😵😶 Creighton(20)-Annika(17-18) Jeremy(23-24)-Cecily(20) Landon(23)-Mia(18-19) Nikolai(19)-Brandon(23) Eli and Ava had time skip so it was okay(29 and 23)

Like their ages are seriously concerning.I especially wanna talk about Creighton and Annika.Annika is literally a child and her book basically had her having some sort of Stockholm Syndrome.

I ABSOLUTELY HATED how creighton won't let Annika speak or talk to him without him adding the numbers iykyk.LIKE I hate how I have read soo many posts yet none mentions it!!?And how Annika is shown to have been cleared of her problems after she has sex !?And Creigh acts like a divorced 38 year old guy with an adult kid while Annika is has 0 personality(Haters can go cry a river)I really wanted Annika to leave him u know?And what was that soap opera shit with the gun and crying and sobbing and kidnapping(Which is okay because she revealed to Ava,Glyn,Cecy that its her fantasy😑)and because we are going all in so lets add suicide shit too.And yeah she was ready to kill herself yesterday and is sunshine and rainbows today yeah!!

Killian has had loads of experience in every kind of sexual activity with both men and women and in clubs and whatnot at 19 and he is bored of all that now😂😑

Ohh I almost forgot!Its literally sooo stupid and meaningless that the girls experience whatever fantasy they shared during a drunk night with each other😂😂😂Like Rina basically wants to sorta convey that the girls "wished" for it😂(Think before you wish folks!)

Zero family dynamics other than the fathers making a one chapter visit talking about the Everlasting love for their wives,their doormat of a princess daughters and zero say in all the "emotional trauma" ALL of them have(they wish)

Landon favourism was not good.Especially in gof where it should have been Niko's moment.

Its enough for today I think.

I am not posting it as a hate post.It is RANT as stated,a critical analysis.(Being going through a book hangover from Gow....partially cured through the MADDEST OBSESSION OMG YES!!!)

One last thing!!!!I get that its the creator's wish and whatever but the fact that Rina isn't writing a Remi (An Mc with emotions!!!!)Ariella(Strong fmc!The blasphemy! )and Maya Ilya book sorta shows how she can't change her formula.

[ohmy-gojo]

jjk high days with them (the meeting) ෆ : gojo and geto

note : this will have 2/3 parts to it! 1st is the meeting, then the falling in love part ^3^ and lastly the est relationship hcs (which will also contain ur future stuff)

gojo ♡

— it was the first day of jujutsu high and classes had yet to be started

— gojo was late and he could care less. after all the fact he was even attending should be more than enough

— you were also late but your thoughts couldnt be more different. you were rushing and bumping into objects. oh and would you look at that, this time you didnt bump into any object but gojo satoru himself

— "hey! the hell?! are you blind??" then he looks at you, like LOOKS looks at you. wow you were super pretty

— even though you apologized, gojo wouldn't let it go. ranting about how it was pure blasphemy that you havent kneeled over and begged for his forgiveness, that he was the strongest all that (he just didnt want to attend class and be with you, the pretty girl instead)

— at this point you were tired and just left while he was still yapping 🧍‍♂️

— yaga gave you a deadpanned look when you bowed and apologized for being late and just after you came the famed gojo satoru, shouting at you all the while how you were such a rude girl. you just had enough of him but didnt want to make a scene in front of yaga so just scoffed. this made gojo react even worse

— yaga had the look of a person who wasnt paid enough for their job, he sighed deeply and told you both to come inside already

— there were already two student inside, you sat next to the pretty girl and politely smiled at her and she nodded at you

— gojo instead, he dragged a chair next to you and sat there. and during the whole class he kept poking at you, calling you rude girl (he just wants your attention) yaga was so tired and so were you and rest of the students

— after the classes were over, he didnt waste time trapping you before you could leave and asking you what was your deal as if he wasnt the one annoying you

— you scrunched your nose at him and begrudgingly told your name so that he would leave you alone. but you didnt know that from the moment you bumped into him, you forever sealed your fate with him

— now during every classes, he has to talk to you (one sided conversations) when yagas literally teaching, have his arm wrapped around you when he sees you as if youre his old pal, eat your food from your plate (you slap his arm away everytime)

— but you actually got used to him and his stupid jokes, sometimes laughing with him when the joke about yagas beard becomes a little too funny (poor guy). even though he annoyed you greatly at first, theres no denying that hes funny, witty, oddly charming and mayyyyybe a bit handsome (read: a lot).

— gojo found you the absolute cutest thing ever. the way you would try to suppress your laughter even though you found his jokes funny as to not give him the satisfaction, the way your eyes would light up when your favorite dessert was on the lunch menu for that day (he was the one who requested) and the way you would bite back everytime he would tease you always enamored him.

— well, looks like hes starting to develop a crush

geto ⁠♡

— geto sighed heavily, he could tell that all his classmates (3 people only) would be a mega pain in his ass. especially gojo satoru (seriously whats wrong with him!!)

— after gojo satoru and shoko ieiri finished their introductions, the next student aka you were supposed to say yours. geto could admit that you had a pretty cute face

— "my names ____. nice to meet you all! hopefully we all will be friends."

— geto begged to dffer, he could not imagine himself being friends with gojo satoru. besides he wasnt here to make friends. you were probably the sanest and normal person here (also the cutest) so maybe you could be his... acquaintance?

— after the classes were over, he was leaving but you suddenly stopped him. saying how you three were going to eat together so he should join as well

— he couldve said no (and he wouldve if it were somebody else) but strangely he wanted to be with you, even if it meant that he would have to listen to gojos grating voice

— and with the way you smiled at him when he agreed, he thought it was worth it

— during the entire lunch he blocked out gojos voice, instead opted to listen to you and talk to you only, which left shoko to deal with gojos antics

— he and you both talked and interestingly, you both held similar beliefs (although you were definitely not hateful like him)

— he came to know you had rct and would make sure to always go to missions personally so that sorcerers would be safe

— this made him respect you even more. finally someone values a sorcerers life too

— after your conversation, he found out that you both also had similar music tastes and book preferences. which made your conversation even more enjoyable

— from that day onward, he shares with you his earphone so you both could jam to the same music. late night conversations about politics and book recommendations were now part of his daily routine

— he actually enjoys your presence more than he would admit.you were a fresh breath of air for him and also ...you were quite beautiful

—maybe you have ranked up from acquaintance to potential crush?

another note!! my phones acting up (its old asl) and lagging all the time😭 i wrote this with great difficulty so nanamis part will be seperate. but to make it up i could add haibara if you guys want him? let me know ^.^ and please heart or reblog or comment ☹️💞 it motivates me a lot. love yall!!

[nerdyneko265]

In honour of the last dungeon meshi Thursday (I know it’s Wednesday, shut up)

Minecraft cooking!

Where I go through the mob bestiary and treat it like a cook book.

Chicken, cow, pig, goat, rabbit, horse, wolf, sheep, cat, cod, salmon, tropical fish, llama- you know what these are, you don’t need me to explain. Both Laios and I are bored, moving on.

Villagers, pillagers, piglins- don’t eat people. I know piglins are half pig but listen. DONT EAT PEOPLE! You know the orcs? This is the same thing.

All zombies ever- technically edible. We’ve all eaten rotten flesh. Senshi would not be proud of us, it’s not very nutritious. Also, cannibalism.

Skeletons- I guess you could make a soup stock. But they’re better for fertilizer.

Vex and allays- ghosts. I don’t think we can make sorbet here either. I don’t think they work like that.

Bats- very small, not much meat. Hard to find and catch. But if you’re in a cave and in a pinch or just curious, sure why not

Puffer fish- cook very carefully. Probably just better for potions. But you can eat puffer fish, your chef just needs to be trained in how to cook it.

Mooshroom- now we’re talking. Beef, but with mushrooms. Comes with mushroom soup too. Usually raised for soup rather than meat, but still a good source of meat that’s pre seasoned.

Squid- mmmmm calamari… Laios enemy… also good for squid ink. I hear it goes well with pasta.

Cave Spider- venomous, could technically remove the poison like with puffer fish and boil the spider but I dont know. Small but have spawners, so you’ve have a steady supply

Spider- not venomous, and bigger. So I guess you could. Probably taste like giant scorpion since they’re both arachnids.

*dont eat spider eyes, they’re poisonous

Endermen- for personal reasons, I will not be eating endermen. They don’t even want to fight unless you antagonize them. More importantly, don’t eat endermen, it’ll probably fuck you up. They’re built for the end and full of chorus fruit. They’re also so skinny, not much to eat there. Ender pearls have a chance of giving you a parasite. And will probably teleport your stomach out of your body. You could try but it’s probably like jerky and you’ll see god.

Incidentally, I think chorus fruit tastes like vanilla

Polar bear- probably very tough meat. Very gamey. Beware though, they eat people too

Iron golem- that’s a robot. Don’t eat metal. DONT EAT REDSTONE! ITS RADIO ACTIVE.

Snow golem- probably makes good ice cream. Don’t eat it. Let it make ice cream. It’s just snow after all. It would just taste like water.

Blaze- it’s more of a spirit than an animal. Good for potion making, probably not tasty. A central core surrounded by rods, maybe that core has some meat on it, probably tastes a little spicy.

Striders- why? Why would you eat these poor babies? What did they ever do to you? They’re probably reptiles, so you could definitely eat them but could you live with that knowledge?

Elder guardian- really old puffer fish. Cut carefully for good sushi. But it’s such a hassel, you’re better off having a puffer fish. Plus, they’re endangered, so like, come on.

Guardian- jokes on you, it’s hollow on the inside. Check the mob bestiary, they have no internal organs. Could probably get some meat from the outer flesh but that’s also the spikes, so beware.

Ender mite- remember those parasites from ender pearls? This is them. Could def cook them though. They’re fair sized and full on meat. You’re probably be tripping balls though.

Ghast- like a squid, but balloon. They are filled with gas, to allow them to fly. So much like a dragon, likely have a gas sac that could contain gases that could ignite, be careful. But sky octopus. Lots of meat.

Magma cube- slime but spicy. Magma cream is probably yummy. We know it’s ok to ingest because it’s in potions, so I think it should be ok to eat. Just wait got it to cool a little

Slime- senshi has recipes for these buggers.

Shulker- I can only assume it tastes like living armour. It’s definitely a mussel

Silverfish- it’s a bug, it’s big, enjoy.

Wither skeleton and the wither- please, for the love of all that is holy, DO NOT EAT THE WITHER! THIS IS HOW WE GET THE PLAGUE! YOURE GOING TO GET WITHERING AND DIE!

Sniffer- I know they’re really big, I know they’re probably full of meat and they have eggs, but look at their little faces. Could you really eat them?

The Ender dragon- I mean, you beat her, might as well I guess. Apparently dragon is delicious. But also, probably full of the end, probably going to fuck yup up a bit

And now, for the big one

Creeper- as we all know, creeper skin feels like dry, crunchy leaves. It’s a moss monster with a tnt block inside. So, if you carefully cut around the explosive, you now have a very dangerous vegetable. Thick “meat”, might make a good salad.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[clownboybebop]

if you’re ever in the position to choose between giving up and accepting defeat, and actually trying to fight the ancient unkillable god that is about to peel apart reality like a string cheese, remember this: scientifically speaking, you might as well give it a shot!

1.there were trees at the beginning of the world! there were trees so long ago that they predate bacteria that causes wood to decay. when a tree fell, it would lie there in stasis and there wasn’t any way of breaking down wood xylem on a molecular level in that way.

2. it seems obvious to say, but wood eating bacteria are literally incapable of comprehending what they’re breaking down. It’s just not information conciously available to a microorganism. they don’t know what they’re deconstructing, where it came from, bacteria have no way to even fathom the existence of a tree as a concept.

3. Regardless of the facts above, the world we live in today is a world where wood inevitably decomposes

it is worth fighting the unkillable god no matter how pointless it seems. it is worth taking the risk even though youre trying to accomplish something impossible. the reality in which you live was also once reality in which trees didn’t rot. You live in a reality that allows for existence before the possibility of destruction. you live in a reality where uncomprehending microbes break down matter that is so far beyond the scope of their comprehension that it feels comical to specify something so obvious. you live in a reality that occasionally allows unshakeable physical truths to be altered with no warning.

It is worth fighting the unkillable god because trees are so old they predate the source of their destruction, and it still did not spare them. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because bacteria rots unthinkingly, because there is room in our cosmos for destruction without comprehension on the part of the destroyer. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because now and then reality retracts the promise of immortality without fanfare, and when that happens there is no mercy for the ancient. the unmaking is not softer for the desecrators ignorance. for all things, existence is endless until the exact point where it ends.

so you might as well try to kill the unkillable god. it doesn’t seem likely, but at the beginning of the world, trees didn’t rot. so you never know! you never know

[starry-bi-sky]

jason and danny childhood friends au memes (mild spoilers)

[90stvqueen]

when i was 11 and first got obsessed with wicked, i had no idea i was shipping these two women. which is insane because i'd already been reading fanfiction for years at that point. but with elphaba and galinda it was "their friendship is so beautiful and meaningful..." and it honestly wasn't until adulthood that i was like "...and also they lez out like crazy"