#i hope you can tell what im going for/ whats going on in this one

[roanniom]

hi issa! i hope all is well and im so glad you’re back! you are literally one of the best writers ever (and literally my favorite person who writes for eddie) ! i hope you’re day is going good 💛

i would love to request cute; needy eddie phone call (you can make it spicy if you want), maybe the reader went on a girls trip and the reader calls him once at the hotel and he is just miserable 😩

Hi there anon! I'm doing okay, but writing is making everything better. Super happy to do this request.

On the Line

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation

"Eddie. I've been gone for half a day. I was literally with you this morning." You try to make your voice sound reproachful, but your smile cannot be hidden. You're in your hotel room getting ready to go down for dinner with your friends.

"I knowwww, don't remind me. It has been AGONY!"

You hear a muted thump which you imagine to be Eddie throwing himself on his couch near the landline.

"Well what are you doing to distract yourself from this agony?" you ask with amusement.

"I tried touching myself, but I'll be honest, it's more effective now that I can hear your voice, babe."

"EDDIE MUNSON!"

"Whaaaat? What else is there to do?"

"I don't know. Go outside? Maybe touch some grass, you fucking horn dog," you laugh, laying back on the hotel bed.

"I can't exactly go jerk off on the grass, Mrs. Jenkins said she'd call the cops if she ever caught me doing that again - ,"

"Eddie. I will smack you."

"Ugh, don't make promises you can't keep. What do you think I've been imagining?"

You slap an exasperated hand over your face and Eddie moans.

"What was that? Smacking your own ass to give me some auditory stimulation, princess? Do it again!"

"No, that was me covering my eyes from the shame of having such a perverted boyfriend."

"Don't pretend you aren't just as perverted, sweetheart. Even Mrs. Jenkins knows, with how loud you usually are - ,"

"Edward. Munson."

"Mmmm yeah. Say my name, baby."

You can't help but dissolve into laughter at the absurdity of it all.

"Are you actually touching yourself right now?"

"Think about that question for a second. Really let that simmer for me."

Suddenly you hear the most obscene, wet squelching coming from the phone. It's so sudden and so rapid that you pull the phone away from your ear for a second. Clearly Eddie had put the receiver down where he was...taking care of himself.

"Eddie..." you say, but this time it is less reproachful and more breathless.

"Princess." His voice is less humorous now. A little deeper. A little scratchy.

"I have to go in a few minutes..." you trail off wistfully. You've begun to tune into Eddie's more labored breathing.

"Sure about that?"

His voice is gruff. You want to laugh but suddenly find that you can't.

"You know I can still smell your perfume in this fucking trailer, right? Like a god damn temptress. Why would you do that to me, honey?"

The phone is clearly by his lips as you can hear him loud and clear. But similarly loud and clear is the sound of his hand on his cock. Now moving furiously.

But you're not the only one hearing new things.

"I can hear you breathing heavier, baby." Eddie says it conspiratorially. There is the distinct sound of a smile on his lips.

"Yeah well you're turning me on. I'm only fricken human, you know."

"No. I don't know that. Pretty sure you're a goddess." Eddie finishes his statement with a groan. "So what are you wearing...my goddess."

You clutch the phone to your ear and look down at your outfit.

"Well, we're all going out tonight so I'm wearing that sparkly top that you said was too sexy for The Hideout."

"Are you fucking with me right now, sweetheart?" Eddie chokes out. You imagine that he's gripping himself, trying not to cum at the mere image of you in the revealing garment. "You mean to tell me...we've been talking all this time and your tits have just been...out?"

"I'm not naked, Eddie. It's just low cut," you argue, but your body begins to heat up all the same.

"Low cut, huh?" he asks gruffly. "Why don't you reach into that low cut top and touch yourself for me then."

"Oh...kay." You don't even fight him. Your hand cups your breast under the fabric.

"Make sure to pinch and twist your nipples a little. For me."

As if pleasuring yourself will inherently bring him physical pleasure. Which you guess it does, because when you inhale sharply at the feeling, Eddie lets out a moan. You hesitate for a second.

"Is Wayne - ,"

"At work. Don't bring up that old man when I'm so close to cumming." Eddie barks with frustration. You release a breathy chuckle.

"You're already close?"

"Babe. I've been touching myself for hours. I've been on the edge this whole conversation."

"Yeah?" you ask, egging him on.

"Yeah, baby. I'm about to blow hearing your sweet voice."

"Well....you should know that I'm wet." You're being honest. The idea of having to go downstairs in a few minutes is becoming less appealing by the second.

"Oh fuck."

"Yeah. I really want to touch myself, baby."

"Do it." Eddie practically orders.

"I can't," you say, though one of your hands does begin to slide south, between your breasts, down the plane of your stomach, to cup yourself beneath your skirt. You keep the phone cradled between your ear and your shoulder so you can keep one hand on your breast, fingers tweaking your nipple.

"I need you, baby." It comes out more submissive than his previously demanding tone. You lower your voice to match.

"I know, Eddie. Can you cum for me?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah? You'll cum for me?" You hear his breathing pick up. From the sound of his stroking, he's right there. You rub your palm over your clothed pussy, feeling your clit ache with need.

"Fuck. Yeah I'll...fuck."

"That's it baby, cum for me."

The gasping and sputtering on the other side of the phone overwhelms you and you find yourself grinding against your hand in vain. You won't be able to take care of yourself. Not yet at least. But you know that when you get back to your hotel room later tonight, one of those pillows are really in for it.

"Fuuuck, princess."

"That good, huh?" you ask, cheekily.

"Don't act all proud of yourself," Eddie admonishes playfully. "There's nobody here to clean me up."

Your heart (and pussy) pound at the reference to the way you usually lick up the evidence of his pleasure.

"I'll be back before you know it, handsome."

Eddie sighs.

"You have to go now, don't you." It isn't a question. You laugh.

"I had to go fifteen minutes ago. But I guess you had to cum first."

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Thanks for reading! Please let me know what your favorite part was!

[georges-left-ear]

I want to talk about Neil Gaiman from the perspective of a survivor of SA.

I am a trans/ gender fluid person, a survivor of R*pe, and a diehard Good Omens fan. And I have been struggling to cope with and process the horrific things that Neil Gaiman has done. I don’t get a lot of engagement from the Good Omens fandom. I’m mostly a lurker here, TikTok, Twitter, and BlueSky and AO3. But I feel like I need to say something, and Im saying it here so I can share without a character limit. And then I’m going to take a break for a while because my mental health can’t handle the chaos anymore.

I read the Vulture article and I was of course horrified and disgusted and repulsed. The things he did to those women made me absolutely sick. But I’ll tell you what, as a survivor, I have been way more triggered by the online reaction to these allegations than I ever expected to be.

I am struggling, because while I unquestioningly stand with his victims and hope they get the full weight of justice they deserve, I am grieving. I am not reacting the way I would have expected myself to react to this news, and I haven’t since July when the story first broke. I would have expected to react the same way I did when JK Rowling exposed her horrific transphobia. I took a pretty hardline stance that any engagement with Harry Potter, even through fandom and etsy purchases, kept her relevant and sent the message that you too were transphobic. As a gender queer person, I now have an extremely hard time enjoying Harry Potter anymore even thought it was overwhelmingly influential on my life. I would not have met my husband without HP!

So why don’t I feel the same way about Good Omens? I am a victim of R*pe, myself, so why haven’t these allegations made it difficult to enjoy this story? In fact, all I want to do right now is actually watch the show! Or read the book, or fanfiction, or watch my favorite fan edits. I’m actually reaching out to it more. My instinct ever since July has been to clutch the story to my chest, white knuckled, and crying to myself in the shower, “No, no, no, no. Please, please, please. Not this. Not this too. Please don’t go.”

The answer is I don’t know. I… I don’t know why I’m reacting this way. It is something I will have to work through with my therapist for sure. And I feel absolutely horrible for it. But I do know that folks on Twitter and TikTok telling me that nobody cares about my feeling and saying that nothing matters at all except his victims has been extremely triggering - more so than any discussion of his acts. And I know that I will need a long time to work through it, and that I may never get over it.

I also know that two things can be true at once. We can be supportive of his victims and understand that what Neil Gaiman’s fans are going through is ALSO a collective trauma that deserves time and space to process. Because he violated us too. He violated our trust and our perceptions of reality, and that is much more traumatic than people give it credit for. Demanding that his fans just give up the stories and communities that may have been the only thing keeping some of these people alive at one point completely cold turkey is cruel and heartless. Some people may be able to do that. They may be able to not care for a while and may even need that. People deserve time and grace to grieve and come to terms with what is going on in their own ways.

I know that some of these folks mean well, but the argument that nobody cares about fans feelings is not looking at the whole picture and feels like just a way to discredit and belittle fandoms in a new way. Because this is NOT breaking news! This story originally broke back in July, and the fandom rallied behind his victims en mass! They have recently raised thousands of dollars to donate to Take Back The Night, which is amazing! This most recent article and fandom meltdown is just rehashing everything that we said last summer. So my then questions are:

When CAN we grieve? When CAN we talk about how we are feeling? When CAN we reach out to our community and collectively heal from the trauma that we are facing as well? And not fear that some self righteous ass hole on the internet is going to bully them for not being a good enough feminist. And do NOT sit there on your performative high horse and tell us that what we are going through is not as bad as R*pe. We fucking know that. I certainly fucking know that. But it is still bad, and it does deserve recognition too. It is extremely unhealthy to pretend that this news is not also a noteworthy trauma to his fans. And gaslighting them by telling them that their heartbreak and grief is problematic is just fucking mean.

Neil’s fans deserve grace and compassion too.

[romanticsleep]

HELLOO!!!! can I request for a shadow(and any other characters you’d like to put!) x reader where reader has anger issues and tends to get a bit violent when they’re angry?

ALSO I LOVE UR SONIC JEALOUSY HEADCANONS SM THEY WERE SO GOOD😭😭

thank you sm!!! i hope you enjoy!!!

Issues

┊➤ 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐆

┊➤ 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭; 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖

┊➤ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭(?)

shadow would most likely understand your anger issues, especially with the fact that he too has problems controlling his anger. so whenever you’d snap at him unintentionally, he’d try to not let his anger leak out. although, during the beginning of your relationship, it would cause some problems from time to time, leading to arguments between the two of you.

since shadow’s not so good with showing his emotions right off the bat, he probably wouldn’t apologize first. it’d start off with you two giving each other the cold shoulder, even if you were to live under the same roof. you guys wouldn’t lay in the same bed, and if you did you two would completely avoid facing each other(but somehow still ended up in each other arms in the morning). eventually, shadow couldn’t help but start to miss you. sure you guys still saw each other almost every second of the day, but it was different when he wasn’t able to hear your voice that he loves so dearly. so, after just one day, he’d throw in the towel and apologize. and really, all you wanted from him was an apology and some comfort, so you forgave him without hesitation, apologizing yourself too. which shadow immediately shot down and reassured you that it wasn’t your fault. after all, you’re you, and he loves everything about you.

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that night, the two of you were facing away from each other while laying on your shared bed. the argument from yesterday still present in both of your heads.

with an inaudible sigh, you shut your eyes, trying your hardest to fall asleep, to not let the tears fall. you couldn’t help but think that it was your fault you two was in this predicament.

“…i’m sorry.”

your ears immediately perked.

“what?”

you could hear him let out the slightest “tch”, but you could tell it was only out of embarrassment.

shadow turned around to face you.

“i said…im sorry, i shouldn’t have snapped back at you.” shadow told you, even in the dark you could make out the red tint on his muzzle. it was cute seeing him embarrassed honestly.

“then i’m sorry too-”

but he immediately cut you off. no way was he going to let you apologize for something you couldn’t control.

“no, no, there’s no need for you to apologize…just-just let do the apologizing…please.”

the black hedgehog spoke out in slight mumbles, making eye contact for just a second before breaking it.

with a small smile on your face, you opened your arms a bit, the covers that’s over you two lifting up slightly.

without hesitation, shadow crawled into your arms, making himself comfortable as your arms wrapped around him, his head laying comfortably on your chest.

gently petting his quills, you sighed in content, you missed this.

“i love you.”

you heard from the hedgehog, making your smile grow wider.

“i love you too.”

┊𝐄𝐍𝐃

[amediocregamer]

alright, so you guys have been way too fast with these!!! anyway, as i said, here are some sprites and info about the game, as well as a few extra tidbit sprites i made in another project. (also, you may notice that these are all screenshots from the editor and not actually the full exported sprites. this is because i am but a sludge and make my sprites wayy too small to appear satisfyingly)

This is the player character, though I've yet to name it. first person to suggest a name gets an image of an egg. they're meant to be a robot with a screen head, but it may be a bit difficult to tell from a 22x22 sprite. there's not much (like. at all) story to them yet, but I'm hoping to do something fun with them. maybe a nuclear bomb. they also do this fun arm swing when they walk which i find adorable. if i ever find a way to record that, im sure someone would enjoy that.

this is the temporary block sprite that I'm using as a standin before i get a solid sprite down or even make the mechanic!! as you can see there's a heavy inspiration from portal, lol. the purple middle part rolls around in a point (aswell as i can show in 3 frames of animation) and the outer purple lines fade in and out.

these three images are the tile system i've set (as in drawn and thought about lol) to be in the game! the leftmost tile (black and gray) is ones that the player will mostly walk on, but the block cannot be moved onto. the middle one (gray) is the ones that the block can be moved on, and the rightmost tile (red and black) is a button that the block would need to be pushed onto! when added together, they look pretty matching, but it creates a weird and sort of annoying effect when you're trying to watch yourself move, so I might change it later on.

this is the wall sprite! there's really nothing to say about this one. it's a wall.

When added all together, the room looks something like below:

as for the main plan? literally none. im going to do these things as they come. im going to catch the hat when it hits me. im hoping i stick to a puzzle game game, and maybe add some witty dialogue or story, but until then, nada. zilch. third word meaning nothing.

and that's about it for the game so far!!! what follows is just some sprites i made for fun in a previous (now very canceled) project that i might use as easter eggs later on. you get an egg if you can name each of them.

Note Post!!!! note post!!!! note post post notes!!!

so for the one, two mutuals that have actually seen my art share posts I have mentioned that I have been trying to get into game design and development as I want it to be my future career!! i do really enjoy it but unfortunately I'm having a bit of issues getting motivation to do that. so!!! notes.

5 notes - I open Gamemaker Studios to check over my code, all about 15 lines [Completed!

15 - I share sprites and general story/plans for game (do NOT expect much, I am but baby and this is basically meant to be an exercise!!) [In progress

30 notes - start trying to code a planned push block puzzle mechanic which the game will center around [In progress

50 - try get a second and more levels to work, somehow [In progress

100 - add sound to my game, again somehow because I have no idea

200 - add new mechanic for each new level (max of like. 5)

300 - add some semblance of dialogue, little and bad as it may be!!!

500 - set up an itch.io (probably won't be final platform) and release first drafts or play tests on it for free!!!

700 - uh I don't know. I'll add a 2 minute long video of Wheatley from Portal 2 somewhere

RULES RULES RULES!!!! max of *10* reblogs!!! maybe 30 comments. tag whoever.

tagging @enemylv1 because I know you'd kill for a chance to reach post limit for a goal. @k1m4r4 @liv-log @spongebob-ssnail

[bluem1lls]

HIII!! If it's not a bother, can you maybe write headcanons for toxic!Se-Mi with a naïve!reader? No rush or anything

✧₊⁺ i'm addicted to you

✦ synopsis: how can the person that makes you the happiest be also the one that makes you the most miserable? ✦ content: MINORS DNI, toxic!se-mi x naive!reader, cheating, angst, a bit of smut ✦ authors note: hiiiiii!! tysm for ur request!! i hope u like it!!!

⠄⠂☆ listen. it was your fault. you smiled too much and too often at her, haven't you heard her reputation?

⠄⠂☆ it all started like a normal friends to lover.. relationship? to you, everything she did was magical and romantic.

not to your best friend tho.

"she's cheating. i don't know how you don't see it?" you stared with your big doe eyes as you shook your head no.

"she says she loves me, you don't cheat on someone that loves you"

"you're dumb if you think she's only fucking with you, clearly she's not even ready to be in a relationship!"

"she said she had a traumatic experience with ex-relationships before! that's why she didn't asked me to be her girlfriend yet"

and she stares at you as she sighs.

⠄⠂☆ se-mi does NOT let you touch her phone. she tells you that she's afraid of her phone breaking because she has too many memories with her grandma there:( ?????? and you believe her ???????? she actually means 'nudes from other girls' btw..

⠄⠂☆ you're so down bad she's literally screaming it to your face. ur blind tho..

lover<3: hey babe

lover<3: this urs?

[lover<3 attached an image]

no.. i dont own any red lingerie???

me: oh. it's not.

me: se-mi?

lover<3: fuck, i was fighting with my sister. it's hers, i hate when she leaves her shit on my room :(

it's not. she doesn't have a sister.

you believe her tho.

me: ohh hshshdj, you scared me:(

lover<3: i only have my girl ;)

she doesn't. she says that to every single one of her girls.

⠄⠂☆ she gets bored eventually and leaves you. and you're sobbing and asking for an explanation but all she gives you it's a quick:

lover<3: its not u its me. promise. ur just 2 much sometimes and i think we should just see other people :)

lover<3: it wasnt that serious tho, we weren't dating

lover<3: but im down if u still want my fingers inside of u hshdj

⠄⠂☆ you block her. although you end up unblocking her at night, texting her you'll let her be more free.

but she's rancorous, so she blocks you for almost 2 weeks. wants to leave her girl yearning a little..

⠄⠂☆ until she checks your Instagram, and your last post is a girl hugging you from behind and a picture of this girl holding a coffee cup.

what the fuck???? who's that bitch???

naaah shes unblocking you and spamming your phone REAL fast until you answer.

se-mi: what the fuck???

se-mi: fucking answer

[missed call from se-mi]

se-mi: im so fr if u dont pick up rn ill go get u, ik that coffee shop

[missed call from se-mi]

⠄⠂☆ the amount of calls she left are ridiculous, when you decided to pick up your phone to text your mom you're like ????

me: oh! hi!

me: its my best friend! we're hanging out a bit, she said i looked a bit down since u blocked me....

se-mi: i dont believe u

se-mi: if shes ur best friend leave her and come over

se-mi: i miss you so much princess

⠄⠂☆ and you fall.

there you are, you left your best friend to go ride her cock.

she fucks you so good it's disgusting how much of a whore it makes you

"fuuuck" she moans as she sees you squirm while riding her black strap. your tits bounce and your nails scratch her back, your head thrown back from pleasure.

"s-soo deep" you whimper, cock drunk.

"yeah? bet no one fucks you like i do baby" she says, slapping your face as your eyes roll back from how deep she is.

it's true tho. no one does.

⠄⠂☆ when you actually get serious and decide to finish things off??? like you for real have an entire speech and everything, you've talked to your best friend, you've decided you two are no longer gonna fuck, you practiced, you have literally done it all??

there she is, on your fucking door with your favorite flowers, a necklace with her initial on it (you talk too much about taylor swift and that one song), she even set up a picnic date???

she's being so romantic

and you just can't bring yourself to do it.

⠄⠂☆ and then everything is back to normal.

me: can we see eachother today??

se-mi: idk

me: oh, thats fine! tomorrow maybe? we could go tooo a picnic date again!

se-mi: uhh ill see, idk

⠄⠂☆ she can't btw. she already has a hookup for tonight and she's gonna be soo tired from it tomorrow.

⠄⠂☆ and finally on thursday, she goes to your house!

and everything is so good again, sex is amazing and she falls asleep right after, worn out.

and a lot of messages start popping.

the dumbass doesn't even hide the notifications, so you open one.

em: need u so so bad daddy

[em attached an image]

em: missing ur fingers. make me beg??

⠄⠂☆ and when she's awaken by your sobs, she doesn't even have to ask what happened. she knows.

"baby, let me fix it. please" she begs as you keep sobbing. "princess please, you're just being a cry baby. we'll be fine."

she rolls her eyes as she kneels, besides you.

"hey, it didn't meant anything to me, i swear"

⠄⠂☆ and then you actually kick her out??? she's speechless.

⠄⠂☆ you don't talk to her for one day, a week?? what the fuck is wrong with you??

⠄⠂☆ and just when you think you're doing better...

[se-mi attached a video]

se-mi: you're missing out ;)

"you're such a good girl" se-mi says, the video shows her spanking a girl as the blonde moans, in all fours.

"my pretty girl" she uses your nickname on her as she thrusts. you bite your lip to try and hold the tears.

she's disgusting.

⠄⠂☆ and another week goes by. she actually begins to.. miss you? like.. not enough to stop fucking around, but she's only fucking girls that look like you!

hey! at least she can only cum if she thinks it's you eating her out instead of them!

⠄⠂☆ and it's been a month, and she still texts you. but you don't reply.

good girl!

until you meet someone new, and she's beautiful, and she's so nice, and she actually treats you like a person? she has time for you and it's not only night hang outs???

so you give her a chance, and you were so right!

until the sex comes.

and everything is soft, gentle and caring.

and you fucking hate it.

⠄⠂☆ so much, that you answer that text.

se-mi: is it true??? ur fucking w her??

se-mi: istg if i find out you have a new girl im gonna fuck ur brains out in front of her baby

se-mi: you know you can't live without me

se-mi: you're my girl

me: come over tn

se-mi: wait-

se-mi: ur fr??

⠄⠂☆ and you're so for real.

she's making your brain all fuzzy as she tightens the grip on your throat while you're riding her.

she pushes you into bed and thrusts into you until you become putty in her hands. she's pouding so hard your eyes roll back.

and she fucks you dumb, because no one can do it like she does.

and the tears fall, but you don't know if it's because she's doing it so good or because you know she won't be here in the morning.

and it's so intoxicating that you're coming undone on her cock.

⠄⠂☆ and now we start all over again.

[allastoredeer]

ah sorry i meant to add that you have to write tiktok(.)com first and then add @microwavableovens/video/7363303520247876881

Oh my gosh that is amazing XD Alastor out there bleeding out, having a breakdown, meanwhile the Hazbin gang are singing their showtunes and having a good time.

God, I would feel so salty about that. I really hope that's brought up in season 2. Throughout that entire song I was flabbergasted. I just sat there gesturing crazily at the tv and screeching at my friend "what about Alastor???? Are - are they not going to go check on him??? What are they doing???"

Like, Charlie legit thought Alastor was dead. When Adam came down and started blasting everything, her assumption was that Adam had killed him.

I don't know, also just thinking about how it was Sir Pentious' death that set Charlie off and made her go after Adam. Like, she thought Alastor was dead and she looked devistated, but when Sir Pentious died, that was what made her snap.

And it might've been because she was there to actually see that one, or losing a second person in such short time was the straw that broke the camels back, and Sir Pentious was a lot more involved in the rehabilitation side of the hotel.

But I just...poor Alastor, man. It really looked like they did not give a fuck. And like, yeah, we don't know the whole story of what happened while rebuilding the hotel. Husk might've told them that Alastor was still alive, depending on if he could feel whether his contract was broken or not. Maybe Alastor sent them a note or something telling them he was fine, just running some errands.

Still, that's gotta hurt. He was living in the hotel too. He's been there for the last six months. He's done what Charlie and Vaggie asked. He's sat in on Charlie's exercises. He's fixed up the hotel. He's defended it.

But there wasn't a single indication that they tried to look for Alastor or reach out to him. If they DID assume Alastor was dead and put up a portrait of ONLY Sir Pentious, GOD, I would be so salty. Every single person there would be on my shit list. I would not feel comfortable or happy being there.

GAH please, please, please bring it up in season 2, Viv. It can be the beginning of Alastor realizing that he does genuinely care about the Hazbin crew, and them not caring for him is like one, big punch in the gut.

Here's the full link if anyone else wants to watch the video:

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS AND LOVE. IM STILL FEELING TENDER

scout: it’s a fact when he says it. grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brotha? he loves you. there’s no room for questioning it. he’s got your back for the rest of his life. he will always want to be around you if he’s not running around. you get his absolute worst jokes. the shit that is genuinely so unfunny. and you get to watch him laugh at it. puts his hand in your pockets. gives you a strange look when you’re alone. relaxed, yet full of thoughts. thoughts neither of you are actually sure if he’s having. unyielding eye contact. he’s observing you. watching what you do. taking you in and processing you. then he looks away and presses closer. he’s your guy for as long as you want him.

soldier: he always waits to give approval after he’s done kicking your ass for something. same thing goes with his love. you’re gonna get chewed the fuck out for something that seems so insignificant and then he’ll add “i love you though” as the bookend. leaves you shocked. good hugs. respects your physical boundaries a little more. takes the time to ask. kinda roughly side hugs you while he brags about you. even on his worst days, when everyone got their asses handed to them. if you did your best today that’s worth celebrating to him.

pyro: hugs. gifts. more hugs. cards. another gift but this time the bag is different. another card but this time absolutely doused in glitter. hand holding as you have a staring contest with the gas mask. nobody says anything. muffled laughter as you finally look away in confusion and they scurry off. stuffed animals officially banished from the bed. that’s your spot now. they will genuinely tweak the fuck out (in a good way) if you actually accept the spot on the bed. they can’t even sleep there anymore. they’re freaking out. can’t even process occupying the same space as you. they’re just so happy you’re comfortable with them. they’ll end up refusing to get in the bed altogether so you can stay there. they’re happy on the floor, even. just don’t move from there.

demo: loud, drunk, messy proclamations. yells it to whoever is in the room and has ears. he says he loves you pretty quickly. he makes his mind up like that. makes time for you more than he would ever consider you wanting from him. he will be a little upset if you ask him to back off. even if you’re really nice when you ask. he just wants to touch and hold you. and he’ll drunkenly tell you that. floored when you enter a room. takes a second to compose himself. a much more tactful man sober. and much better at courting. still will say he loves you on the second date, but in a better way than blurting it out.

engineer: he isn’t one to say “i love you”. hell, he hardly tells the people around him he likes them. you’re either good with engie or you don’t know the man. but when he’s feeling tender, he’ll lean in when you speak. put an arm around your waist. he’ll speak quietly so you have to lean in, and if you get close enough he gets flustered. his hands get real twitchy. they’ll brush against yours once, twice, four, six times in a sitting, and he won’t say anything about it. he might apologize, even, after the third time. but he is really, really hoping you grab his hand. offers you the seat next to his. offers you beer. asks if you need anything. can he get you anything? is there something he can grab for you? are you sure? it’s no issue he can just go grab you something— it goes on until he’s calm enough to return to your side.

heavy: once you’ve shown heavy you don’t need someone taking care of you all of a sudden that’s all he wants to do. make you meals, get you up for the day, get you to bed at a decent time. and if you argue or complain, he will respond with this is what he does. he sees where you lack and picks up there. he asks about whether you’ve been keeping up with your hobbies. working towards your goals. he asks what’s stopping you. asks whether you’re still feeling that ache under your left shoulder blade. asks if he could work on it for you. his cheeks are just slightly pink if you’re in the room. he will take personal offense if you really don’t like how he keeps up with you. but he will try to change nonetheless. for you. he will laugh at your jokes so loudly. even when they’re not funny. will rest his head on top of yours. likes the smell of your shampoo. crushing hugs. you will never be cold again. ever. takes years before you meet his family.

medic: he’s so vocal about it. it’s almost sickening how many times he’ll just say it when you’re in the room. “oooo, i like you!” “have i told you how much i like you?” and he will continue like that (unless you tell him you hate him, and frankly, even if you did say you hate him that will only make him more interested in what you have going on because he’s psychotic, a literal nutcase. he will wear you down in any way imaginable momentarily stopping short of actually torturing you into stockholm syndrome, but maybe don’t see how far he’s willing to take it to get you if he decides he wants you) until he is swept up in the heat of a moment. and frankly, with the doctor, any moment can become a heated moment, and he’s gonna plant a big fat wet, probably bloody kiss on you. it will be messy. it will be frantic. he will be handsy. and then he will pull away. that’s like your one chance to be like “no thanks” with no negative consequences. otherwise he will walk off, with the widest smile on his face. very pleased with himself. if you approach him after that his smile is predatory. he is absolutely praying you’ve come back for more. kindly turning him down at this point might actually shatter his ego. but he will not show it. though he may never go out of his way to speak to you again.

snipes: you are with him now. you don’t leave his sights. ever. even when you think you are not in his sights you actually still are. he’s about 200 feet due west, watching you enjoy your day. everyone would feel less weird about this if you invited him with you everywhere forever. he will want to follow you like a dog. he’d follow you into the depths of hell. he’d follow you into open gunfire. he’d follow you to the bottom of the ocean with an inflatable vest to float you both to the top. he’d do your taxes if you asked him. wouldn’t be easy, but he’d do it if you asked him to. always playing with your fingers, or in your hair when you’re alone. but really, he just stares at you. he can’t help it. well, he doesn’t make an active attempt to help it either. if you catch him though, on the days he’s “letting you do your own thing”, staring at you through his scope, give him a wave. you will stop him dead he will die. he’ll let you take the bed in the van if you ask for it. still won’t let you wear his hat. but if he happened to catch you sneaking it on he would not complain at all. gets so flustered and blushes so easily.

spy: if spy actually loves you, like loves you to the point that he’s dedicated to you and wants to be with you and trusts you, he’s laying it on thick. you’ve got like three scheduled dates with him in the week alone. granted one of those dates is actually a job… and you won’t see him much because he’ll be working. but he wants you there as a getaway driver. and if you both do well, the heightened energy from him is addicting. he’s screeching laughter; and a little heavy on the handling; filling you in on what you missed inside; making grand statements about the team you two make. then he takes you to dinner. he really does his best to make every day feel like a fairytale… or a great action movie with a strong romantic subplot. it’s so hard for him to find people he could actually see being in his life forever, it takes a lot of effort to overcome his walls. a gentle biter. just likes feeling you squirm because of him. he is never dull, and life is never boring with him.

[anpanman95]

EPISODE 11

“Still can’t believe they threw a child off a balcony”

“Don’t let me see your face ever again!”

“this is why we don’t lie to our partners”

“that was unnecessary tho”

Boss: “how’s Toi Ting doing?”

“SON OF A BITCH”

Save: “you awake?”

“no he’s still sleeping you dumb fuck” [bro despises Save]

Joke cries in his room

“He’s literally a kicked puppy”

“the gang are actually their kids and now that they’re fighting Jack has custody of them”

Plan A Attack

“they fuck are they doing”

“they are truly their kids left unsupervised”

“A BOMB”

“They really went from useless to psychopaths real fast”

“Tattoo you crazy motherfucker”

Dog Scene

[no comment, mouth open the whole time]

“I respect Jack. I respect him a lot”

Save defeats Boss in Monopoly

“woof woof motherfucker”

Carbon goes to Jack’s house

“GOD THIS BITCH I SWEAR”

“GRANDMA NO HES GONNA KILL YOU”

“….ALRIGHT??? NEVERMIND”

“with dumplings….”

“Go grandma!!!”

“SHE’s JUST AN OLD LADY DUDE”

“JACK WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU”

EPISODE 12

Boss fires his gun to Save’s feet

“CRAZY FUCK”

“damn Hope you okay there dude”

“Carbon can eat my ass”

“Somebody needs to kill that motherfucker”

Aran grabs the axe

“the fuck are you gonna do with that sweetie”

“damn Rose didn’t even need to be here”

“Carbon is kinda fine not gonna lie”

“not as fine as my man Jack here”

“Those are four letter words man”

“HAHA ZORRY”

JackJoke hugging

“dont tell me they defeat him with the power of love”

Jackjoke kiss

“there is a BOMB around is neck but oKAY I guess it’s time to make out”

“Haha Rose it sucks to be you im sorry girl”

“You know? I was wondering if the ring really gave him all that power”

“Nice criticism to society. I see what they did here” [I sighed in relief when he got it]

“NO BOSS YOU CAN’T DIE”

“Aw…I feel kinda bad for him”

“They gave Toi Ting a cape to fly in case someone tries to throw her off a bALCONY” [still pressed about it]

Last Few Comments:

“so that Oh lady died?”

“aw…”

“THEY BASICALLY GOT ENGAGED”

“NO THE ICE CREAM”

they kiss

“aww okay I guess”

“they never stop at one kiss they always have to eat each other”

“I respect that”

“what do you mean there’s no season 2???”

“A WEDDING????”

FIN.

Thanks for riding along!! He loved the show. It was his first BL show and he did not disappoint ❣️

[By the way he thought this kiss was a bit anticlimactic since according to him no one is crazy enough to ignore the fact there’s a bomb about to explode and kill them just so they can make out but still, he respects their insanity lol]

because no one can stop me, I also made my brother (non BL watcher) watch Jack and Joker cause he’s awesome and I knew he’d love it.

His comments? Absolute gold. Here are a few

EP 1 and 2

“Raising him was a waste of time”

“damn okay”

“so…his name is Joke and picks JOKER as his secret identity. Smart cookie this one”

“I never thought my actions could affect someone like this”

“oKAY BRO BUT YOU ROBBED A BANK?!?!?!! HOW DID YOU NOT SEE THIS COMING”

[Jack spits on Joke’s notebook]

“stick that notebook where the sun don’t shine man idk what to tell you”

[Jack stabs the knife only shy away from Joke’s face and threatens to kill him]

“that was a tad gay”

[he got pretty upset with Joke in the first 2 episodes and that’s an understatement, but he’s grown to like him]

EP 3

[Jessie and the rest go inside Boss’ jewelry room, well into the scene]

“WTF THAT’S JOKE WITH A WIG I DIDN’T REALIZE!!!” [I lost a lung, bro did not recognize War at all]

[Blonde War]

“how many wigs does he own”

[After Jack gives Joke the ring and helps him escape]

“that was the gayest fight I’ve ever seen”

[Tattoo betrays Joke]

“UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BITCH!!!”

anygays a pic of my queen to bless your timelines

[jackiespurnell]

it's just pretend, right? - part two (fake dating au jackie taylor x fem reader)

part one

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“okay.” jackie says. “so we need to come up with some rules for this whole thing. like, we need to piss of jeff and shauna as much as possible but we should probably come up with some sort of ideas.”

you just laugh, ignoring the pang in your chest at the remembrance that this was all fake. that she didn’t really kiss you because she wanted to, but because she had to in order to make this plan believable. “right. um, i’m sorry, by the way. about jeff. and shauna….that wasn’t cool of them.” you shift awkwardly on jackie’s bed and notice how she tenses up as well. way to go you think. not even a minute since she finished shoving her tongue down your throat and you’re fucking things up.

“sorry.” you whisper again. “no, it’s okay actually.” she says, shaking her head. it’s an obvious lie, you can tell immediately, by the way her smile didn’t reach her eyes and her head was still titled downwards. “um, i found out from reading shauna’s diary. yeah, i know, it’s a shit thing to do, but some things just weren’t adding up. and she wasn’t telling me anything. i don’t know what i was expecting, to be honest, but….not this.”

“it’s fine though.” its not. “it happens, i guess.” it shouldn't.

you’re unsure of what exactly you should say so you just nodded and dropped it. you had a feeling jackie wanted to, anyways. “okay, well, um, you said this should be public, right?”

jackie immediately untenses, nodding. 

“yeah. so, you know how lottie invited the team to go to that diner tomorrow? we should go together. like, together-together. and tell everywhere there. people will talk and im sure by the time monday rolls around everyone will know.”

you nod, pursing your lips together. “okay. so, should we just be really obvious and hope that someone notices it or just outright tell someone?” you’re not entirely sure which one would be worse - blatantly obliviously flirting with your long-term crush in front of everyone, or smiling at the team and announcing you’re together when it’s very much not true, despite the fact that you wish it was. both of them sounded like torture to you.

you did to yourself you thought, even though the reminder stung. you masochistic little bitch.

jackie just shrugs, letting out a noncommittal hum, which snaps you out of your thoughts. “i guess it really depends. whatever feels right in the moment, you know?”

you nod. “alright. shauna usually would pick you up, no?” to that, jackie bites her lip awkwardly, and you internally curse yourself for bringing it up. “so, um, ill pick you up. that’s better, anyways, if we go together. is 12 good?”

“yeah, 12 is good. just text me in the morning for confirmation, okay?” “yeah, okay.”

you two hang around her room for a bit longer. you avoid talking about the situation, for both hers and your sakes. you realize, despite your obvious awkwardness, just how easy it is for you to fall in and out of conversation with each other. you two weren’t really friends, but you were friendly, and this was the most in-depth conversation you’ve ever had with her. you smile to yourself, wondering if this is what it would be like if you were actually dating jackie. 

eventually, the next morning rolls around, and on your way back to jackie’s house to pick her up for the brunch (you had to head back to your place last night, which totally didn’t make you a little bit sad).

jackie walks out of her house, looking pretty as fuck, with a tiny denim skirt and lacy white tank top does that amazing things for her breasts. you try to focus on her face, on her gorgeous, smiling face, and not her boobs or her legs or really anything that would possibly be considered inappropriate if you got caught because you have some self respect. well, okay, obviously not enough to decline jackies offer to really fake date but, you know, everyone fucks up sometimes. (at least, that’s the excuse you’re telling yourself). (it’s not all that convincing).

“hey.” jackie says, getting into the passenger seat of your car. “you ready for this?”

fuck no. you nod anyways. “yep. totally ready to tell all of our friends about my fucking amazing girlfriend.” you say, with a teasing edge to your voice, smirking softly in her direction.

“and i can’t wait to flirt with you in front of you with everyone. after all, you’re my girlfriend, i should be able to flirt with you whenever i want, no?” and fuck, shes laying it on heavy, and you try to ignoring the way your heart flutters at jackie saying the words “you’re” and “my” and “girlfriend”, especially in that order directed at you.

throughout the car ride, you find yourself sneaking glances at jackie. you notice everything about her, the little pout she makes when checking her hair in the rearview mirror, as if it was some sort of habit she picked out. the way she picks at her nails with her teeth, but never actually bites anything off. the way she bites the inside of her bottom lip whenever she smiles, which is often, and it totally doesn’t make you want to be the one to bite her lip yourself. totally not.

you eventually arrive at the diner, just on time. about to get out, jackie stops you. “wait. should we like…i don’t know. practice? like, i know we kissed and everything last night, but even just our mannerisms and whatever have to be believable, you know? i mean, it’ll only take a minute.”

you froze up for a second. does she want to kill me?

“um okay. what exactly do you want to do?” you ask her.

“just..come here.” she motions for you to come forward, and you shift awkwardly in your seat, leaning over to her side, just a few inches from her face. you can practically feel the heat radiating off of jackie’s skin, and you’re convinced she can hear just how fast your heart is beating. “is this good?” you ask her, refusing to make eye contact. she places her hands around your neck, casually slipping them around as if it was something natural, something you two did on the daily. you swear you even hear her whisper a “closer” as you tugs your body even more towards hers, all while maintaining the gap between you two. 

finally, you close the space between you two, pressing your lips against hers. 

you let your hands rest on her waist, and you can’t help but let out a soft whimper when you feel her slip her tongue into your mouth. you pray she doesn’t hear you, but you can’t help but think maybe she’s a bit too preoccupied to notice. just then, she tugs even harder and pulls you directly into her lap. your legs straddle her thighs, and even though the both of you in one car seat pressed up flat against the window is very uncomfortable, but you’re too happy kissing jackie that you can’t even bring yourself to care. you’d pick being crammed up in her lap over your own personal space anyday.

in fact, you’re so happy that you don’t even notice when your friends start hooting and hollering at you guys from outside the car.

“shit” you murmur, pulling away from jackie, still on her lap. you roll the window down as jackie awkwardly shifts around to see who exactly it is watching you guys. you ignore the way you feel her tense up slightly when you see her notice shauna in the group.

as awkward as the situation you feels, you secondly remember you’re supposed to get caught. this was apart of the plan, anyways. (well, okay, maybe the plan wasn’t to get caught kissing and straddling jackie but close enough).

“we were just looking for you guys.” mari laughs. “heard you were coming together, but wow, this was not what we expected.”

“surprise.” jackie playfully laughs, as you reluctantly climb off of her lap and over to your side so you can get out. 

the both of you follow the rest of the yellowjackets as they - mainly mari, lottie and misty - bombard you with questions. you notice that shauna is eerily quiet, but you refuse to look over in case you were to notice jackie staring at her as well.

throughout the brunch, jackie is very touchy with you. not that you’re complaining, but just, it’s kind of hard to tell the waiter if you want chips or fries with your chicken and waffles when there’s a pretty girl right next to you, stroking your thigh and twirling your hair through your index finger. “you okay?” you feel her whisper to you, quietly enough that only you could hear, as if it was a secret she was trusting you with. you let out a low hum to signify that yes, you were totally fine, despite that being far from true. she whispers “okay, baby.” and you feel your face go a bit red at the pet name. 

just as everyone is about to leave, van pulls you aside, asking to talk really quick. you tell jackie to wait in the car, and even though she seems a bit confused, she agrees, leaving you and van to talk. as much as you trust her, it does scare you a little bit to think that maybe somebody is catching on. “hey, van, what’s up?”

 “you and jackie aren’t really together, are you?”

fuck.

“um, yes we are?” you defend yourself, although even you can hear the hesitation in your voice. “she’s my girlfriend.”

“alright, then. how did you start dating?” van challenges.

“well, i went over to house yesterday and um…one thing lead to another…we kissed and then kinda talked it through and made it official.”

“who kissed who first?”

“she kissed me.”

“and you said this happened yesterday.”

you swallow. “um yeah. after practice.”

“bullshit.” van says, and much as you want to keep denying it, you know there’s no point. “jackie was dating jeff for all that time and wouldn’t even have sex with him. there’s no way she’d be making out in a car with you perched in her lap like that for everyone to see after one day. it hasn’t even been 24 hours.”

yeah, okay, she got you there.

“okay. fine.” you say. “we’re faking it. i wasn’t thinking and said we were dating in order to get her out of a heated argument with jeff and we just kinda decided to roll with it.”

van raises her eyebrows. “i’m assuming it’s cause of the shauna thing?” you bite your lip, nodding softly. “yeah. shit, does everyone know about that?” 

van nods awkwardly, a sympathetic look on her face. you can’t tell if it makes you feel better or worse. “yeah, you know how it is, word gets around pretty quick. we kind of figured not to talk about it in front of her. i mean, i was never jackie’s biggest fan, but what shauna did was fucked up. not entirely sure why she was even invited here to be honest. but i mean, if misty fucking quigley got an invite, i guess it makes sense that shipman did too.”

“but” van immediately cuts back in, her voice taking on a more playful tone. “now that we established you’re not dating jackie already, is it safe to say you want to? i see the way you look at her, all pining and lovesick.”

you know there’s no point in trying to deny it. “yeah, okay, i like her.”

van just smirks. “knew it. well, from what i can tell, i think she likes you too. i mean, she definitely didn’t seem too opposed to having your tongue down her throat in that car.” you don’t bother to tell her it was actually her tongue down your throat. “i mean, hey, i’ll stay out of it if you need but if you want any help, i’m here. think of me as your lesbian fairy godmother.”

 “do i have to be back by midnight?” you ask jokingly.

“nah, i’ll give you til three am.” you just shake you head, laughing. “no but seriously. go get your girl. she’s waiting for you. both literally and figuratively.” “ah, yes. thank you for the wise words of wisdom.” you tease.

as you go back to the car, sliding into the drivers seat, you can’t help but get butterflies at the feeling of jackie’s eyes on you. i can get used to this feeling, you think. you let yourself, just for a second, think about what it would be like dropping jackie off from school and soccer practice with her sitting right next to you like the passenger princess she is. you think about leaning in to kiss her without having to use ‘its for practice’ as an excuse. you think about how much better you could treat her than jeff ever did; how much better you want to treat her. how he fumbled a girl like that, you’ll never know. then again, maybe it’s a good thing he fumbled her cause if he didn’t, you wouldn’t be in this position. you feel a tad bit of possessiveness, thinking back to how van called jackie “your girl.” you would fucking love it if she was yours, for real.

and as you start the car and pull out of the parking lot, you can’t help but look over at her one more time.

and as it just so happens, she was already looking first.

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[thatbitchery]

I don't want to go to therapy but I want to heal core;

Therapy doesn't always heal I hope you know this. It's 100% possible to go to therapy and come out exactly the way you went it but with cute new words and meds. I'm not demonizing it, mind you, I want you to go. Please go. PLEASE. keeping in mind like any human - run industry it's open to human error.

It doesn't have to be that expensive. Institutions in countries under the UN are required to have counselling spaces especially for children and students so your school (unless you're Moroccan) must have a counselor that has had training in mental health that you have a right to access to through school hours. Primary or Tertiary

Actually you also know therapy doesn't heal you it mostly just puts things into perspective right. They guide you into seeing THE TRUTH because y'know. What sets you free?? Exactly. The truth sets you free. Most of therapy is just learning to place the blame where it belongs (which is freeing but not healing. It's just diagnosis not treatment. But it's 80% of healing, most of your pain comes from lack of closure and thinking it's your fault)

Now that we have that down, I'll get to the two steps to actual healing that you can actually do, by yourself, if you're strong enough :).

To heal is to experience the opposite. It can be that simple. You were abandoned okay find someone to cling to you. There you go. It's like if you break your arm it experiences a separation, you heal it by subjecting it to the opposite (putting it back together in the right environment). That's it. It's really just that. And the state of complete healing is the state of complete autonomy. Look it's a big word but it means something simple. Autonomy. That's it that's prime health that's damn im healed.

Reexperiencing and reframing- you know all that visualize because your brain doesn't know the difference between reality and imagination? Exactly. So this is the HARDEST thing to do and that's coming from me- little miss fearless I can do it all, so if you can't okay. Understandable. But it's also THE MOST HEALING and freeing thing you can done and I'll explain. When something happens to you that causes pain that you could not deal with in the moment you immediately separate yourself from it and avoid it because you have evidence you can't beat it. You didn't the first time so. What makes you think you will this time. Valid fear. And to shut down on the extremely Painful discovery that you couldn't protect yourself - you disintegrate yourself COMPLETELY from that experience. Sometimes to the point you don't even remember it. Right now it's as 'small' as that one time your friends humiliated you and people can just *oh grow up* but this is the same brain that saw ostracization as death those millions of years back when your tribe shunning you meant you'll get mauled by a saber tooth tiger. So it's such a valid fear. You completely shut it out. When you do this- when you voluntarily re-experience that exact same thing and reframe ie get out of the center of the situation and look at it from a birds point of view you reaffirm to yourself actually you could survive it( and you did?) and mostly by shifting the blame in a p.o.v way. Or - and mainly this- change the meaning you assign to it. Then you heal from it. I'll explain this. Someday. You need to close your eyes, go back to that situation, mentally. Don't run. Don't change anything. Don't tell yourself stories. Get out of your body and watch it from a bird's point of view, like you are watching a movie. Validate yeah no with the options I could see when I was in this situations with the options I has yeah Freeze was the most appopriate response that actually did, in fact, keep me safe and now I'm alive. Now, AND THIS IS WHERE IT HAPPENS , take away the meaning you assigned to it and place the responsibility where it belongs

what does this even mean.

Let's say you're going back to what is the most disempowering thing in this planet- Assault. Physical or otherwise. Most painful thing ever because it means someone else or an animal PHYSICALLY overpowered you. In the body that YOU live in. Like- you're not even safe in your own body. See how this is the most painful thing on earth? So that one time when you were ten when your dad hit you because you didn't do the dishes and you assigned meaning to that to be- I'm weak and lazy and I always mess up and honestly I deserve this pain. So you go back and see you know what Freeze was the most appropriate response I couldn't beat him if I wanted to, and the consequences to that would be worse. That freeze was my best choice. Now, was I dumb? Well not really. It is no measure of intelligence to perform domestic labor. Was I lazy? literally yes absolutely. Did I deserve that pain? no. Maybe punishment was appropriate but not equal. There were better ways.

THATS IT.

Does this make sense? Probably not, But I can't compute rn I'll probably come back to it.

[in1-nutshell]

Beany and boiler in rid please

Who's ready for Teen Beany?

Hope you enjoy!

Beany and Boiler in RiD

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian reader

RID

It had been some eventful years since Prime’s passing.

Cybertron had been rebuilt, and Beany had gone through a major growth spurt.

No more was he the tiny Predacon sparkling Boiler found on Earth.

Beany was now a teen, a bit smaller than Predaking was when they first met.

And boy did he love his new height.

Boiler tries to reach a cube from the top shelf. Beany reaches over them and grabs the cube. Boiler: “Thank—” Beany places the cube on an even higher shelf. Boiler: “…” Beany: “…” Boiler: “You have 3 nanoclicks ta give me tha cube or so help me Primus I will tell Bumblebee to cancel the hang out!” Beany: “You wouldn’t.” Boiler goes for their com. Boiler: “1—" Beany out of pure fear, chucks the cube at Boiler’s face making them fall back. Beany: “Boiler!” Beany tries to help the elderly bot up, but was not expecting them to judo flip him on to his back. Both backs on the floor. Beany and Boiler: “Ow…”

Boiler finally decided to retire and pursue new hobbies that they couldn’t have done during the war.

Though they were called to help with the new sparklings from time to time.

Beany was now training to become a police officer just like their pseudo brother, Bumblebee.

There had been a lot of arguments with the Academy about having a Predacon on the force, but thanks to a gathered rally of all former members of Team Prime, Beany was eventually accepted in.

He still faced certain bots who thought of him as an animal.

Boiler has their arms crossed with an angry expression on their face. Bee puts a comforting servo on their shoulder. Boiler: “… Its not fair Bee. He did nothin wrong to them. Yet here he is being treated like mindless animal! An animal!” They clentch their servos in anger. Bumblebee: “I know Boiler, but there is only so much we can do right now. Plus look on the bright side, Beans is rising the ranks faster than most cadets. Even Strongarm took a bit longer than him.” Boiler: “Strongarm? That tha cadet following you around?” Bee nods. Boiler hufs a bit and unclentches their servos. The pair look at Beany and Strongarm talking about something over a cube of energon. Boiler smiles at this. Boiler: “You can keep ‘im for a couple of days. I think he needs it.” Bumblebee nods and smiles at the older bot.

It was Beany’s first day on patrol with Bumblebee and Strongarm when Bee started ‘hearing’ Prime’s voice.

Beany thought that Bee needed more rest.

And maybe a call from Boiler to make sure things where okay.

The second the Predacon sees the yellow bot go into the spacebridge, he follows in after.

Beany wouldn’t admit it straight away, but he had missed Earth.

It was his first home, where he made his first memories with Boiler and the team.

Beany, Bumblebee and Strongarm watch Sideswipe speed down the trail. Beany gives Bee a mischievous smile. Bumblebee: “Beany…” This is a warning… that he is willing to ignore this one time. Beany: “I’ll get him Bee! Watch the skies Sideswipe!” Bumblebee: “Beany don’t—” Beany transforms into his predacon alt mode and shoots off into the sky. Bumblebee: “Great… I’m stuck on Earth with teenagers…” Strongarm: “Should we go now sir?” Bumblebee: “… Yes…”

Beany takes an immediate liking to Russel and Denny.

They kind of reminded him a bit of the other human kids.

He is the first to attack Grimlock and Underbite.

Does say that he was sorry to Grimlock when he officially joins the team.

Life is good.

A couple days later… Beany goes to his com line out of habit. Beany: “Hey Boiler, you’ll never believe what just happened!” BBBZZZZZZZSSSSSTTTTTT. Beany frowns a bit and tries again. Beany: “Boiler? Boiler can you read me?” BBBZZZZZSSSSSTTTTTT. Beany gets hit with the brick of reality. He is on Earth… Very far from Cybertron… Where Boiler currently is… And they have no idea where he and Bee are… Oh uh… Beany jumps up and grabs Bumblebee by the shoulders shaking him a bit in panic. Beany: “Bumblebee! We are so dead! Terminated! Going to go offline!” Bee finally gets him to stop shaking. Bumblebee: “What? Who?” Beany: “We never told Boiler about… this…” Bumblebee: “… Oh… Oh no…” Beany looks worried. Beany: “You think they’ll be okay?” Bumblebee: “I’m sure they’re okay.” Meanwhile on Cybertron… Boiler: “Has anyone seen my son!?”

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nat scatorccio comforting sad chubby!user after being made fun of for her weight. ☹️💔

nat comforting chubby!reader ... 🦝💭

"Are you sure you should eat another slice?"

It's all you can think about on the walk home from hanging out with your friends from class.

They're not really mean like that, and you know she didn't mean it harshly, but it still stung. All the past feelings of being told you're too big or that you eat more than you should by your family came crashing back at that moment. It felt like a slap in the face.

All you want is to go home and cry it out. You hope Nat's still at her class so she doesn't have to see you like this because it'd be humiliating. You hate bringing up this type of stuff with her. You don't know why, but you just feel shame. You were never really good at talking about it anyway; you just end up crying.

When you open the door to your apartment with Nat, your stomach twists when you smell her perfume and the scent of whatever she's making wafting around the living room. You swallow down frustrated tears and toss your bag in the corner, making yourself known.

"Hey!" Nat calls out, lowering the heat on the stove and walking out to greet you. She kisses your cheek and smiles lazily at you. "I got home early so I decided to start on dinner. How was class?"

You avoid her eyes and shrug. "It was whatever."

Nat can sense the bitterness in your voice and raises her brow. "You okay?"

Giving her a fake smile, you nod and lightly push off her to walk to the bedroom, hoping she doesn't follow. But this is Nat we're talking about, and when she senses something wrong with you, she follows.

You kick off your shoes and plop down on the bed, biting your lip so no frustrated sob comes out. You grip the pillow hard and struggle to wipe the memory from today away. It's like your body is filling with anger and it just wants to pop.

"What's wrong? Did something happen today?" Nat climbs into bed with you and settles her body weight on you, her hands squeezing your sides. She can feel you tense up and she frowns while getting on her side of the bed. "Do you need me to leave?"

She's very aware of how you need to be alone when you're overwhelmed with things and assumes you just had a rough day during your classes. Nat notices you pause before shaking your head, and she reaches out to rub your back. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

You pause again. Should you bring it up? A part of you doesn't want her to comfort you, it wants you to wallow in your self-pity like you've always done, but the other part wants her to cherish you and tell you how much she loves you for who you are.

+ hcs because that's all i can write right now im sorry 😭😞

she WOULD absolutely cherish you and tell you how much she adores you!!! she's shutting down your negative thoughts instantly and reassures you that she loves how you look even if you don't :( she'll kiss you and hug you until you feel better and cry it all out on her chest/shoulder. she'd tell you that you shouldn't listen to what other ppl say because they're just insecure about themselves most of the time.

she tries to help you get a better relationship with food!! even junk food! she doesn't want you feeling guilty for eating a few fries. she plants it in your head that you should eat what you wanna eat and fuck everyone else. of course, she's there to help you restrict yourself if you want!! but ughh....she'd just be really sweet and go on rants about how you're perfect and how she'll beat up anyone who says anything about your weight. she also notices how you cover yourself up when you're in public and helps you stop doing that by holding your hand :(( she knows its hard to convince yourself that no ones looking at you because of your weight, but her just being there with you and talking with you to distract you from ur anxieties helps so much and you love HER so much!!!

[shikariiin]

Here I am again!!! I hope you'll notice 🙏🙏🙏🙏Because I NEED your responses again 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 If you would be so kind 🥺I'll start again in order:

About AU:1.Why was the experiment with Thomas necessary? What was the plan to do with him next? Why was it necessary for Gresley and Furness road?2.Can a locomotive die from "human" injuries incompatible with life? Can you tell more about the differences between industrial type and biological type?

About Alice:1.Did any of the locomotives, besides Molly and Spencer, work with Alice for the army?2. Did Alice and Spencer work on the front lines or on the home front?(probably a stupid question, but I'm a bit not sure how it's work)3.How did Spencer, Alice, and Molly react to the end of the war?

About Spencer:1.Did Spencer enjoy working for the military? Would he like to go back to them again or did he enjoy working for the Duke more? What are his thoughts on the military orders and system? If Spencer could, would he want to put Thomas in a military academy to get him to stop being cheeky?Does he like having a military rank in his current life, and how has military service and war affected his behaviour?2.Everything is clear with tormented Alice 😓 But was Spencer happy in his marriage? Did he wish he didn't have that forced relationship too, or did he not care/he was in favour? Did he have a mistress? And how did the marriage affect him later in life, if at all? Was it hard for both of them to agree to the marriage, to sleep(🌚) together(how did they even do it ×.×) and to get along together at all?3.Does anyone know (besides you, of course, heh) that Spencer's cane is a weapon, and are there any laws restricting him from using it? What part of this cane is dangerous?? So interesting ×^×4.How bad is Spencer? I mean, is it something like "overly arrogant patriarchal psychotic bastard" or is there something else about him? Something good, or something even worse? Could he have hit Thomas or any other child? Outside of his relationship with Alice, has he behaved decently to other people?5.What is Spencer's attitude towards diesels? There are a lot of them on the mainland after all o.O

We'll go over this again oh Im excited!!

About AU :

1. I'm assuming this is about the arranged marriage, BIOFORGE, the company who started all this hybrid engine, was the one who initiated it for the sake of making more hybrid the faster way, Only early Industrial engines was made with a reproductive system due to the shortage of materials somewhere down the line, is why it was necessary.

2. No Hybrid can die due to normal Human injuries (stabbing, gunshot, etc), An Industrial engine is more durable and more efficient, they are made without a digestive tract so does not require food, Biological engines takes a more human body, with complete set of organs, this draws a set back to them if they get stabbed, they won't bleed put but there will be complications, the only way to make them fully dead is by smelting/Scrapyards.

About Alice :

1. There's quite few more that works with her, but they make mo significant to her storyline, aka mostly just background characters :p

2. Alice is on the frontlines as a Medic/Medics transport, while Spencer is just transport

3. They all were assigned to other things (the duke, etc etc) but mostly relieved

About Spencer :

1. He liked it enough, but as a grand engine he much preferred being with the duke

2. He has no feelings towards the system but is supportive of any decisions Bioforge made.

3. No he wouldn't, he love his son despite the circumstances, and his current weird situation with them ajdhsjskw

4. He was happy, deep inside he had regrets, but his Ego got the best of him, force or not he loved Alice dearly, but he's not the best for her.

5. He flirts around, but he doesn't have a mistress (which was, surprisingly, his choice)

6. It severely affected Spencer, both on his torn emotions and Reputation

7. They got along in few moments, how they slept together is in with consent from both of them, is anyone was worried about that ajdhssj

8. No one knows his cane is a weapon, no laws restrict him from using it, and the dangerous part would be the sword imbedded within

9. His character is a gray area leaning towards evil, he wants to be kinder and loved, but his ego make him irredeemable.

10. No he wouldn't hit Thomas, or any other children (unless those children are in his way ig).

11. No he has not behave any decently andhsjs

12. I made most of the diesels (not all) work for Spencer, like an underling :p

Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry it took so long,,,

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A strange, dead, white whale washes ashore; the local schoolteacher is dragged out to see it by the younger of his students, who want to know if this is the mysterious 'Moby-Dick' he's told them all so much about.

[just-null]

Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

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yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.

[inkskinned]

she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let

and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment

and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.

and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment

and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?

to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.

and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.

you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.