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What about Wade and Logan watching Vanessa and Reader pole dancing together and the boys getting all hot and bothered by watching?
note: overload — that’s all you guys need to know.
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“Aren’t you excited!? Your long-time, short-time crush is going to dance in front of us tonight with my long-time and short-term fiancé,”
As soon as the two entered the bar, Wade couldn’t stop teasing Logan about the fact that this young lady he’s been crushing on for a while, will be dancing tonight.
“She just started yesterday, why would she already be on stage?” Logan sighed as he leaned back in his chair. “Maybe because she’s the hottest worker, right after my fiancé!?”
Logan glared at Wade, making him put his hands up in a surrendering passion.
“Look, don’t be grumpy all night. I wanna enjoy my butter pecan up there, alright? Good boy,” Wade patted Logan’s head before shouting out Vanessa's name to support her before she came up.
“That’s my girly pop!” Wade yelled out, making Vanessa chuckle as she danced on stage with y/n. Their session was almost done, and Logan felt drained. Watching y/n like this was going to be unforgettable tonight.
At first, he hated the idea of y/n being like this in front of so many men. That’s the reason why he came last second. Now he’s wishing he never did, with how hard and leaky he was from watching.
He couldn’t possibly go up to y/n without her knowing. She’d see the patch instantly. He cursed himself for being a perv.
“Hey, I’ll be right back,” Logan got up and quickly walked away before Wade could speak or anyone could see him cover himself up.
“Logan!? Wade sent me back here to come and get you! He said you’ve been all here for almost an hour,” y/n said as she made her way down the small hallway to the bathrooms.
After the show, it got dead, since people were only there to see the strippers of the night.
“Logan?” Y/n asked again, but he still didn’t hear her. He was too busy trying to focus on his release. “Logan, are you even here?” Y/n opened the men’s bathroom slowly, not really caring if she saw anyone else. She wanted to make sure Logan was alright if he was still here.
“Goddamnit,” y/n heard Logan grunt. She wanted to turn back around and leave, thinking he was having trouble using the bathroom until she saw one hand over the bathroom stall.
She squinted her eyes to take a better look, seeing how tight he was gripping the metal. The stall was bending in from how hard he gripped down.
“F-Fuck, just- Fuck, c’mon,” Logan groaned in annoyance, angry that he’s been going at this for what felt like days. He’s a mutant, so he should be able to last however long he pleased, but he wanted to release now. He’s never been this hard in his life.
“Logan?” Y/n said low, but surprisingly, he heard her this time. “Fuck-“ the man cut himself off and stopped instantly. “Y/n!?” The man panicked as he fixed himself up, but that was going to be hard.
He’s been leaking for who knows how long, and everything had made its way all over his hand. When he went to wipe his hand in his jeans, all it did was make him look worse.
“Yeah, I was just- I was just checking on. Wade told me to,” y/n said as she rubbed her fingers together, a bit embarrassed that she probably witnessed Logan, and an older adult jerking off in a bar bathroom.
“That motherfucker,” Logan mumbled as he began to buckle his pants. “I can, uh, leave if you’d like. I’m technically doing something illegal anyways,” y/n spoke about her being in the men’s bathroom. “No, no!- Just wait a second,”
Y/n stayed silent as she heard Logan groan in frustration and probably break a few things in the stall before he finally came out.
“Hey, Bub, uh, wassup?” Logan asked as he quickly walked over to the sink, not trying to make anything seem too obvious. “Just checking’ on ya,” y/n smiled as she scanned the man.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Logan?” Y/n felt the need to walk over to Logan, but slowly. “Yeah, Bub, just needed to take a leak, that’s all,” Logan lied as he turned around after drying his hands.
“Are you sure? You’re breathing a bit heavy, and-“ Y/n went on until she looked down at his lower body, seeing what his jeans looked like. They were basically drenched in one particular area.
Logan took a deep breath with his eyes closed, knowing he was caught and couldn’t lie his way out. He prayed she’d think he was just some man who needed to rub one out, but she kept asking him the right questions.
“First time watching the new modern women strip?” Y/n chuckled shyly as if wondering if this was even a joking situation. “You’re a funny one,” Logan chuckled as he fixed his shirt he noticed was sitting wrong.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed. Most men don’t know how to act when they see a pair of tits,” y/n joked, but that slightly bruised Logan’s ego.
“Seen enough tits in my life, Bub,” Logan said, right before he took a look down at her chest. “Oh, you have? Seems like a fun life,” y/n got a bit defensive at his response. She couldn’t believe it at first, but her response was out of jealousy.
“Ain’t too bad — As long as they come with a pretty face,” Logan said as he looked into her eyes with a head tilt. “Yeah,” was all y/n could say as she broke eye contact.
“You know you’re pretty, right?” Logan asked as he moved towards y/n, softly letting his hand rest on her waist. “Really?” Y/n asked, confidence suddenly being thrown out of the window.
“Oh, yeah — So damn pretty,” Logan placed his free hand on her cheek, slightly rubbing it as her eyes widened. “T-Thank you,” y/n stuttered, and all Logan could do was chuckle at how she got around him.
“Got me all worked up out there, hun. Didn’t know you could move like that,” Logan admitted. “That’s why they had me dance on my first day,” Y/n said, reminding Logan about that. “That doesn’t sit right with me, Bub. Don’t want you back here workin’ for a creep,”
“But Vanessa? She works here,” y/n said, but he some care. “That ain’t my girl, so what she does, doesn’t concern me,” Logan said, not wanting to sound rude, but he truly did not care about anyone else, but y/n.
“You, though? You’re my girl, and you didn’t tell me about this job — Wade had to,” Logan said as the hand on her waist tightened. “And, that doesn’t sit right with me,”
Y/n felt the need to apologize, thinking she did something terribly wrong, even though she didn’t. Only in Logan’s eyes, she did do something that would need some consequences.
“Gonna say anything before I do what I’ve been needing for the past two hours?” Y/n wanted to speak, but she couldn’t. She was curious about how far Logan would take this.
“C’mere,” Logan said as he pulled y/n into a bigger bathroom stall than the one he was in. Once he locked the door, he pushed y/n to her knees, making sure to keep eye contact with her soft eyes.
“Gonna need you to look at me just like that until I’m done, okay? Been stuck for the past hour with this shit,” Logan said as he reached into his jeans to pull himself out. He didn’t think about it, but y/n sure did once she saw his length.
He was long, harder than she’d ever seen anyone before, thick, veiny, and leaking more than an average human should be.
“Open up, Bub,” was all Logan said as he pushed at her lips with his tip. Y/n hesitated but soon opened up and took him in. She had stopped after a few inches, but he continued thrusting his hips until she was in as much as he thought she could take.
“Fuck, baby — This is exactly what I needed,” Logan rolled his eyes as he felt instant release. He knew he was close, but he wanted to last. “Stop gaggin, baby — Wanna last a bit longer,” Logan told y/n, but she couldn’t. He was too huge.
“Bub, I said- Oh my god,” Logan grew angry, but soon whined as her throat collapsed around his shaft. “Fuck, I can’t hold it, Bub. So damn wet and warm- Fuck,” was all Logan said before his cock twitched.
Y/n couldn't help but look up at Logan to watch him lose himself in her mouth. The main she let out as he spilled into her mouth, made him groan louder, and tighten his grip on her hair.
“Goddamnit, I’m gonna cum again-“ Logan struggled to say as his legs shook, and a second orgasm ripped from him. Y/n’s eyes widen as more cum filled her mouth, so much that his seed leaked out of her mouth. There was too much to take.
“Nah uh, swollen it all, or I make you walk out with it on your face,”
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The Maybe Girl: Colton Shaw x Reader (NSFW)
Tagging: @kmc1989 @inlovewithcharmers @mckinleysbones @rex-the-dino @ahoodgirl
Companion piece to:
Stay (NSFW) - Colter can never ask for you to stay.
Sometimes Colter dreams about you. His hands running through your hair, his lips chasing all over your skin as your head tips back and you say his name. Those are the mornings he wakes up with a hard on he has to take care of in the shower because those dreams, they’re memories, ones that are scored upon the surface of his heart. He jerks off to the image of your mouth encircling him, that sinful look in your eyes when you know he’s close, so close he’s about to…
There’s the other dreams, of course, the ones he would never reveal to a living soul. A white dress and a cabin in the woods, a couple of dogs. You’re both too fucked up for a traditional relationship and children aren’t on the cards but it doesn’t stop Colter from hoping that maybe one day you’ll both settle down together. He can’t see it happening anytime soon but eventually, when you both get your shit together.
“I’m your Maybe Girl…” You had said one night when you were laying on your stomach in his bed. He was doodling patterns across your skin, connecting the constellations of scars when you’d finally spoke.
“Maybe Girl?” He’d questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head to read your features.
“You know…” You say, meeting his eyes. “The one you tell yourself you may have a future with so you can avoid any other commitments.”
“That’s not…” He trails off, pursing his lips together when you give him that knowing look. “I don’t think of it as a maybe.”
For Colter it’s an inevitability. He’s been in love with you for years at this point and he’s confident you’re in love with him. It’s why you tell him your secrets by the light of the campfire, the things you’ve never told anybody else
“Oh.” You say, looking troubled. “Colter, I can’t give you anything more than this…”
“I know.” He’d whispered, his thumb tracing lightly over the apple of your cheek. “But maybe someday you can.”
It’s the wrong thing to say, he knows that now. Sometimes he gets so caught up in you he can’t help but express his feelings but you, you’re like a skittish animal. You need to be approached carefully, with caution because for you commitment is entrapment.
It’s marrying a man your father chooses for you at the age of fifteen, one three times your age and an elder of the cult he joined because your mother died and he can’t cope with his teenage daughter. It’s hunting in the woods for survival to feed children that aren’t your own, ones that you can never have because that first time was so violent that it ruined you.
You don’t even bother to slip out when he’s asleep that night. You just get up, gather up your clothes and go.
He doesn’t follow because he understands that urge to escape, especially when you feel overwhelmed. That’s why his father called him The Restless One.
When you appear outside his airstream tonight he doesn’t expect it. It’s been six months since he last laid eyes on you and he’s parked in the middle of nowhere, waiting for the next reward to come through.
“I can’t be your Maybe Girl,” is the first thing you say to him, the rain pouring down as you stand outside, soaking wet.
“How about you be the girl that comes in to get dry?” He suggests as he steps out of the way revealing the warm glow of the airstream. “The girl I make tea for because there’s a chill in the air and I’m terrified of her catching hypothermia.”
You step inside, leaving a trail of wet clothes that leads directly to his shower. He sighs as he picks them up, hanging them up to dry over the cupboard doors in the kitchen before he goes through his slender wardrobe and picks out the shirt you like to wear. It’s a soft faded grey, one he’s had since long before he bought airstream. The only reason he hasn’t thrown it out yet is because he knows how much you like it.
“Are you going to join me?” You call from the bathroom and he envisions you naked underneath the water, the droplets trailing over your skin. He lays the t-shirt down on the bed and he wonders if you’ll stay tonight or if he��ll find that it neatly folded on the table were he eats as if it had never been worn.
“Yea.” He calls through, pulling off his own shirt and tossing it in the hamper. “Just give me a sec and I’ll be right there.”
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Brazil 2024
-George!!! He’s flying off!!
-Max and Lewis making up positions together
-Yuki still p3!!
-“Verstappen…and that’s Sergio Perez!” Dude I almost died!
-Yes!! Max!! Let’s go!!
-“17th on the grid! He’s made up 7 places on the first corner of lap 2!”
-Imagine having to drive Senna’s car and then downgrading to that…I feel for Lewis
-There was an extra formation lap? Damn, I missed that
-No DRS in these conditions
-Oh no Ollie :((
-This is giving Brazil 2016 so much, but I really don’t want to jinx it
-Franco Colapinto under investigation for causing a collision on Ollie Bearman (the rookies are fighting)
-“Norris could do with his teammate holding off Verstappen here- because so far no one seems to be able to do that”
-Don’t think I’ve seen Max and Oscar go wheel to wheel in a while
-Oh it was Ollie who caused the collision: 10s penalty
-“Max Verstappen hunting down through the mist and spray”
-I hate that Mercedes so much, what do you mean Lewis Hamilton can’t make up positions
-Carlos stuck behind a Sauber??
-Let’s go Max!! That’s the third time he’s pulled off that move!
-Yellow flag? Oh god Lewis- though that was George for a second
-“Wheel to wheel with Hamilton” Franco probably giggling in his cockpit
-“Starting procedures infringements” what happened??
-Ohmygod Charles versus Max again! Brazil is giving!!
-I’m so happy for Yuki! Look at him still holding p3! (Please let him make podium)
-Yuki just being the cork in the bottle for everyone behind him
-Honestly give Lewis Senna’s car back
-“Car’s not drivable mate. I’m locking up, bouncing everywhere” “Understood” The way I would scream at that response
-“Carlos Sainz, is this the smooth operation he was looking for?” Haha
-Oh god, both the Mercedes struggling
-Ahh Charles and Max!
-“That was Charles Leclerc knowing exactly where Max Verstappen was going to go” He was like “mistakes”, what mistakes?
-Carlos dropping back two places again??
-So much spray
-“Who is going to make that right call?” The pressure to change to the right tires would make me throw up
-Charles pitting first???
-Ferrari please do right by us or I will cry
-I need to be watching this race with someone so that we could scream at Ferrari together
-There goes the RB! Of Liam Lawson” Stop with the pauses!! My heart can’t take it!
-“Leclerc pitted for new tires, he went into traffic and can not not clear it” Ferrari whyyy
-Nico?!!?
-Aaah Yuki?!?
-VSC!
-Worked out I think, sort of, for Charles
-Oh shit Mercedes in technical trouble?
-Ocon leading the race??
-Yuki no!! P6 :(
-Ohmygod how are they driving like this??
-Oscar penalty??
-Pierre P3?? Alpine!! What’s going on?!
-Safety car again?
-“Give Esteban Ocon his due” Yes, I swear
-The spray is so bad, you can barely see the cars
-Oh hell! Franco?! That looks bad!
-“The Williams mechanics, they’ve had such a touch day” Someone check on them please
-Max: “My tires are just like a boat”
-I feel for the marshals who have to take care of that
-The pit lane looking so colorful with all the different team mechanics, such a stark contrast to the gray skies
-Aw the team reassuring Yuki>>
-“Oscar Piastri has just come over to apologize to Liam Lawson” :)
-Maxplaining in intense action
-I kind of like these moments in wet races. The drivers getting a comfort break and us getting to see them in between everything
-Black flag?? What does that mean?? Why is he out!
-Rolling start?
-Ollie Bearman has served his penalty? When?
-Lando Norris behind Max Verstappen on the running down the pit lane game” haha
-“George Russel has a scooter. I wonder if he’s nicked Lewis Hamilton’s”
-See?? This is fun
-“First driver to get a black flag since 2007” That’s the opposite of fun
-Honestly just give Alpine the win, they need it
-Standing start…nope, rolling start
-We’re still only halfway through
-Carlos’ “Hello?” was hilarious. Ferrari what are you doing
-Yellow flag? Green flag!
-Oh shit Lando!
-Ohmygod Charles too??
-Ocon I’m sorry if I’ve ever doubted you
-Yuki losing positions is going to make me cry (please at least stay in the points)
-Charles stuck in a McLaren sandwich
-“Hamilton just driving into a wall of water” You really can’t see anything out there
-What is going on with Carlos?
-Oh bloody hell, another red flag? No! He got out
-Ollie is having the worst race right now
-Okay apparently if Alpine stay where they are right now they go past Haas in the WCC. I’m slightly less happy for them now
-I think Liam and Checo are just destined to fight every race weekend now
-Carlos Sainz???
-Another safety car
-Honestly this is such a bad weekend for so many team mechanics
-Kimi Raikonnen mentioned!!
<interlude cause I forgot to breathe>
-Charles!!
-Ohmygod Lando!
-Max!!!!
<screaming, crying, screaming>
-What is this race!!
-“Leclerc is the big beneficiary there” YES HE IS
-“Swap positions”
-Ohmygod Max calm down. He’s doing fastest lap after fastest lap!
-Max seriously how many??
-“Class 1 rain” Can McLaren just talk normally sometimes
-“Trying to lick it and send it” Daniel come back, they’re stealing your thing
-Oh Liam and Checo are going for it
-Aand Checo’s lost position
-Max!! What are you doing?? How many fastest laps!!
-I’m so paranoid of something going wrong and me being happy for nothing
-10s lead! I had only heard about days like this
-“It’s vintage Max Verstappen” “He hasn’t changed an iota from when he came here”
-Just remembered I watched Brazil 2019 yesterday and witnessed a Pierre podium, so I basically manifested this
-“You know what that is? Simply Lovely” Ohmygod I’m crying
-The Alpines driving in formation >>
-“The emotions today.. I’ll take it”
-17 fastest laps! That man is insane
I am so so so happy! No one talk to me for the rest of the week!
#formula 1#f1#formula one#brazil 2024#max verstappen#I am the happiest person right now#esteban ocon#pierre gasly#george russell#charles lecrelc#lando norris#oscar piastri#yuki tsunoda#liam lawson#lewis hamilton#checo perez#franco colapinto#carlos sainz#ollie bearman
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IN1-NUTSHELL DROP TFONE OPHELIA AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!!
Introducing TFONE Ophelia!
Hope you enjoy!
TF1 Version of Ophelia
SFW, Platonic, Familial, Mention of injury, Angst, Cybertronian reader
TF1
It was rare for a sparkling to end up down in the mines.
Most who did ended up running away or getting crushed.
The ‘luckier’ ones were found by supervisors and taken away.
None of the miners ever saw them again.
But this one was special.
Not just because they were probably one of the smallest sparklings they had ever seen.
But because they had lifted up a full cart of energon over their helm and threw it.
The miners were vaguely aware that 1 percenters existed, but never actually seen one.
There was no telling what the supervisors would do.
For once, the miners agreed to keep the 1 percenter with them.
Maybe they would help out around when they got older and taller.
Strength was needed in the mines.
After a bit of babysitting, the sparkling finally found the bots she liked the most.
Two miners, D-16 and Orion Pax.
Well, more D-16, but Orion was always with him, so they were a package deal.
D does not know why the sparkling chose him, but he isn’t complaining.
She could fit in his servo easy, adorable optics and the cutest smile he had ever seen.
Orion was also her favorite.
Orion was the bot who actively played with her.
It was a little rough for D’s liking.
D-16 walking into the hall. D-16: “Orion I need—PAX WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” The sparkling was on top of one of the higher bunks with Orion at the bottom with his servos ready to catch the sparkling if she fell. Orion: “Relax D, she’s just a bit curious.” D-16: “That does not explain why she is so high! Move I’m getting her!” Orion grabs D’s shoulder. Orion: “Ophelia’s fine D, but you scaring her is going to make her fall.” D-16: “Ophelia?” Orion: “Yeah, I tried out some names while you were out. She seems to like that name. Isn’t that right Ophelia!” Ophelia’s helm turned to the two bots and immediately starts chirping at them both happily. D-16: “I was thinking on Maxima or Ironhold… but Ophelia does sound better.” Orion puffs his chassis a bit with pride as he goes to pick up the sparkling and giving her to D. D-16 smiles at her. D-16: “You miss me, Ophelia?” Ophelia: “D!” Both mech’s jump at the sound. Orion: “Did she just…” Ophelia: “D! D! D!” D-16 smiles even more, cuddling the sparkling closer to his chassis.
As the years passed by, Ophelia grew a bit before stopping shortly around their knee joints.
Safe to say it was official, Ophelia was a minibot.
As she grew older, she ended up persuading D, and Orion to let her help out with the mines.
She wanted to help.
Elita soon caught wind of this and immediately took the mini under her wing and squad.
Minibot or not, Ophelia was a 1 percenter and could help in big ways.
Ophelia ended up working with cargo placements and on the occasion helped with the entrance of tunnels collapsing.
Give the minibot a jetpack and a sturdy rock, she could stabilize the tunnel’s entrance for almost a whole minute before crashing down.
D hated whenever she had those jobs.
Even more when supervisors ordered it and not Elita.
Elita at least understood that Ophelia had limitations, the guards couldn’t care less.
Ophelia and D end up teaming up on Orion many times whenever he tries to bring up some sort of crazy idea.
In response, Orion brings the minibot with him.
D has near spark attacks when this happens.
D-16 is standing in front of Orion and Ophelia; his arms crossed and had a disappointed look on his face. D-16: “I told you both going after those slugs was more trouble than what it’s worth.” Ophelia: “But—” D-16 look makes her stop. The mech’s attention turns to Orion. D-16: “She could have gotten hurt Pax. She’s still a youngling and doesn’t know any better.” Orion: “I was watching her D. Do you think I’d let something bad happen to her?” D-16: “Its not that I don’t trust you—” Orion: “Then what is it?” D-16: “I’m just worried my daughter is going to pick up your bad influence of jumping off building and messing with protocol!” The words sink in for all three bots. Ophelia: “…Do… do you really see me like that D?” D-16 considers lying for a second but decides against it. D-16: “Yes… I understand if—OOF!” Ophelia, though barely reaching the bots knee joints, hugged his legs tightly. D-16 blinks before gently rubbing her helm with his servo. Orion: “Primus I wish I could take a picture. This is adorable.” D-16: “And you ruined the moment.”
From then on, D-16 makes it a rule that if Ophelia were to go with Orion, to let him know.
He knows roughly about half of the outings.
Orion just wants some quality time with his niece, trying to get her out of her shell.
Orion while he goes through the archives, always brings back data slugs or chips on Cybertron’s history for Ophelia.
Even picks up little Megatronus Prime or Micronus Prime decals.
The day of the race arrives.
Ophelia was told to go find some seats by D before the pair left.
She never makes it to the stands because she gets called to the cargo hold to help load some cargo.
Ophelia stops her work seeing the screen with her father and uncle in the race.
Her optics do not leave the screen.
Too bad she couldn’t see the rest of it before someone pushed her into a nearby trash shoot.
Screaming all the way down while trying to grab onto something.
She was stuck in the scrap until something pulled her out.
It was a yellow bot, not too older than her.
He was just as surprised as her seeing a bot down here.
Ophelia explained that she needed to get back to her family.
The bot, B-127, suggested waiting for a supervisor, but they rarely came down to sublevel 50.
Ophelia, feeling literally down in the dumps, figured talking to him wouldn’t be so bad.
After a couple of hours there is more crashing.
B-127 keeps Ophelia behind him as he goes to look.
It was Orion and D-16.
Ophelia spots them and runs over. Ophelia: “Dad! Orion!” Ophelia jumps straight into D’s arms hugging him. D-16: “Ophelia? What are you doing here?” Orion: “How did you get down here?” B-127: “She said some bot upstairs pushed her in. Hi! I’m Ophelia’s friend! I’m B-127!”
Alpha Trion’s message is found and the quest to the surface has been made.
Ophelia, as much as she was scared of the surface, put on a brave face and claimed she wanted to go.
D-16, surprisingly agrees, but it wasn’t like he was going to leave her by herself.
Ophelia clings between D and Orion’s back.
She is clinging for dear life during the entirety of the train scene.
Only let’s go and stands up like everyone else once they all reach the surface.
Then the mountain starts coming to the train.
B picks up Ophelia like a football and runs.
Everyone gets flung from the train.
B-127, D-16, Elita and Orion groan as they stand up and get ready to follow the map. D-16 suddenly looks around. D-16: “Wait! Where’s Ophelia!?” Ophelia: “Up here!” The group looks up to one of the taller rock formations. Ophelia is clinging on the edge to dear life. D-16: “Ophelia!” B-127: “How did you get up there?” Ophelia: “I grew a T-cog and turns out I’m a Seeker.” B-127: “Really?” Ophelia: “OBVIOUSLY NOT! SOMEONE GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!”
It takes a good couple of minutes to get her down.
Reveal of the Quintessons.
Grips D’s servo a bit too hard as Orion and B nearly get caught by the scanner.
Finding the Prime’s.
Ophelia consoles D as they both kneel in front of the fallen helm of Megatronus Prime.
Meeting Alpha Trion.
Witnessing what happened to the Primes and what Sentinel had been doing.
Ophelia stays by Alpha Trion’s side when D talks about off-lining Sentinel.
It got her a bit nervous.
Floored when she hears about Sentinel stealing their cogs and in return, they all get cogs.
Going downhill, everyone is trying out their transformations. D-16: “How do we use these things!” Ophelia tries using her cog. She feels something happening. Ophelia: “I think I got—” CLANK! Ophelia’s helm got tucked in. Ophelia: “I CAN’T SEE!” Orion in the same position: “ME NEITHER!”
Ophelia is still small (she got Micronus’s cog) but could feel the cog in her chassis.
Transforms into a small rover.
Feels something wrong with her father the way he talked slowly to Orion.
Reassures Orion that she would fix him.
The group gets kidnapped by the High Guard.
Fangirls with B seeing and naming each guard member she can see.
Screams when D starts fighting Starscream.
She ended up getting pushed and shoved everywhere until a pair of servos picked her up.
It was Soundwave.
He had perched her up on his shoulder so she could have a better view.
She didn’t know whether to be grateful or not seeing the canon now shoved at Starscream’s face.
She shared the same scared look that Orion had.
Arachnid and her army arrived.
Ophelia fair well, catching many bots off guard with her strength.
Even managing to save some of the High Guard’s members in the process.
But ultimately gets tased and captured with D and B.
Ophelia is placed with much heavier sets of cuffs than the energy binds the others had.
Internally screaming for D to get back down once he stands up.
Sentinel is about to slap him, until his optics land on her.
The Prime roughly grabs her by the back of the neck cables and drags her to the front of the room.
Ophelia tries to raise her helm, but a harsh punch sends it back down.
D yells and tries to get her.
He is restrained.
Ophelia’s audials are a bit muffled, but the distinct sound of a sword being retracted is clear.
The Prime enjoys brandishing his sword and letting it drag slowly to the shaking minibot.
D-16: “Leave her out of this Sentinel! She has nothing to do with this!” Sentinel raises his sword. Sentinel: “Oh but my Dear D-16. In my perfect world, there is no need for 1 percenters.” The false Prime then goes to strike. D-16: “NO!” The sword had stopped centimeters away from her face. The sword instead cuts her bindings. Ophelia tries to stand on her bad pede. D-16: “Wh-what?” Sentinel: “I’m letting her go.” The crowd looked at him in surprise. Ophelia finally manages to stand up straight. Sentinel: “Kidding!” With that Sentinel Prime kicked the minibot with full force out the balcony. It happened so fast no one heard the minibot scream. D-16: “OPHELIA!”
Ophelia falls out of the balcony and straight to the city below.
D yells in anguish as he sees Ophelia disappear from view and more when Sentinel brandishes him.
Thankfully, Ophelia had managed to stick a servo on the side of a nearby building, stopping her rough decent.
Her servos and pedes were dented but at least she was alive.
She tried to climb back up but nearly fell again as the building shook.
Did a train crash into it?
She tries climbing again but spots two other figures fall out.
It was D and Sentinel.
With enough bravery that would make Orion proud, she jumped on the false Prime’s back as the three of them began to tumble down.
Ophelia made sure to punch holes straight into his dense armor.
Suddenly she was flung backwards and into the sea of spectators.
She looked up and briefly made eye contact with D, who looked so relief before a murderous look overcame him.
He started for the Prime.
What could she do?
Ophelia tried to make her way to the stage when Orion had arrived to intervene.
She stared in horror as D-16 shot to Sentinel before Orion took the hit.
Ophelia couldn’t believe what was happening.
But thankfully D was there to catch him.
Everything was going to be okay.
…
Ophelia didn’t remember screaming, nor did she remember hitting several bots feet away as they tried to get her from going to close to the edge.
She followed Elita and B to try and stop him from doing any more harm after ripping Sentinel in half.
After naming himself Megatron.
The blast from Optimus’s ascension made her go back into the crowd with Elita and B.
Ophelia tried to run back to Megatron and Optimus, but the crowds were panicked and wild.
She was even lucky enough to remain in one piece.
The minibot witnessed Optimus banishing Megatron from Iacon.
She could see the slight tears coming from Megatron’s face.
To witness him call the High Guard to follow him.
No mentions of her name.
Not even an attempt to ask where she was.
A part of Ophelia wanted to go with him.
Of course she did, he was still her Dad.
She didn’t want to leave him alone.
… But somewhere deep in her spark told her to stop.
Not to take another step.
…Ophelia could only hope that listening to the feeling was the right thing…
Later that evening Ophelia was walking past her old recharging station. She carefully traced the Megatronus decal on D-16’s pod. Optimus: “Ophelia?” Ophelia jumped a bit, not used to Orion—no, Optimus’s voice. Ophelia: “Optimus.” The Prime stood next to her, both looking sadly at the decals. Ophelia couldn’t take it anymore and crumbled on the ground letting out a sob. Optimus knelt and scooped her into his arms. Ophelia knew she probably dented the new Prime’s frame a bit with her hug, but right now she didn’t care. Ophelia: “I want him back! I want him back! Orion please!” The minibot could feel the Prime’s tears on her helm and a gently shake. Maybe someday he would come back… Meanwhile Megatron had finished his little shrine in his habsuite. A shrine for Ophelia. His sparkling that was murdered by the Prime. Megatron whispers: “Sleep well Ophelia. We will meet again; I swear to you.”
#transformers x reader#maccadam#bot buddy#transformers one x platonic reader#transformers one x reader#transformers one#ophelia#tf1 ophelia
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see I am very disjointed from a lot of nine/ten fandom discourse because I genuinely believe that in a different world where space boy was not to be seen, had an older Rose gone to the hospital and bumped into a certain Doctor Jones by a vending machine or as she was taking Rose’s vitals, she would have instantly hit it off with Martha. and probably flirted with her a little on accident and then on purpose when Martha flirted back
#I can see Martha raising an eyebrow as she catches Rose (who definitely snuck out despite being on bedrest) by the vending machine#Rose probably snuck out of bed because the girl in the bed next to her was crying and she wanted to make her feel better#because she doesn’t really like hospitals either#and when she tells Martha this she’s surprised when the Doctor (who seems quite strong and a little serious) suddenly smiles#and shows her a trick to get extra sweets and chocolate out of the machine#and then tells her to hurry because the check-in sweep of Rose’s ward is about to begin#you just KNOW Rose would be Martha’s most combative patient but in all the best ways#always asking what that machine does. what that incomprehensible doctor scrawl means. if there’s something she can do to help other patients#and Martha loves it. loves how much Rose cares just like her. they gossip and they chat about their daily lives. they get closer#everytime Martha has to scold Rose for sneaking out of bed or doing something she shouldn’t#(even though she secretly adores it. she’s never really mad she just wants Rose to take care of herself as well as other people)#she sighs and says (in her most firm but still fond tone) ‘Miss Tyler-’#only to be struck in the heart again with a cheeky grin and a ‘yes Doctor Jones?’#and also Rose loves that Martha is a doctor. that Martha cares. that she works overtime. that almost all Martha’s patients love her#and the ones that don’t just aren’t kind people anyway. that Martha doesn’t condescend. that Martha cares and cares and cares#that Martha likes all the things about Rose that other people think make her difficult and trouble and too much#she likes the things that other people don’t like in Martha either. thinks she’s magic.#Rose Tyler is always going to love her Doctor. and Martha Jones will always love somebody who thinks everybody matters#I’m like. obsessed with them?? move OVER space boy (actually nine can get involved in this. lmao ten stay away)#they’d have been so cuteeeee#rtd failed to see the lesbionic possibility but I am no such coward. no fighting over boys here#martha jones#rose tyler#dw#doctor who
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i would like to not wake up wanting to cry. like can we maybe not start the day like that as a default, brain. can we do that.
#imagine going to sleep and not having dreams that force you to think about the things you are consciously trying to move past#with a side dish of other sad nonsense that more than anything just makes you panicked and tired#what the fuck is even going on with me. i’m beside myself.#sorry to be venting i just don’t have people around and i don’t like the idea of burdening any one specific person#esp when there is no Solution to the Troubles but time passing and slowly caring about other shit#and the additional stress responses are idk. probably a ptsd thing i don’t care ab labeling it#last night i dreamt that for some unclear reason i surrendered my cat to the shelter and then regretted it so bad but couldn’t get her back#if you know me you know how distressing that would be#brain. why.#i don’t even have a reason to be stressed about my cat why did we bring her into this
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I am having such a not good time
#Like just#errrgh#Special interest juices aren’t working#And I haven’t created anything lately and I don’t know why#Like I know I’m a decent writer at least I’ve won stuff for my writing before and really view it as a craft#but I’ve been feeling very discouraged#Plus I haven’t been taking great care of myself becuase I’ve had a lot of executive dysfunction#Which I usually don’t have much trouble with at all so this is new#Plus I’m the therapist friend and I don’t have a therapist becuase they scare me so the closest I get to sharing that I’m struggling is vag#Rants in the tumblr tags#Also i probably need to go back to the doctor and get more tests done and I just really don’t want to#I’m always afraid my doctors are gonna decide I’m faking#I wish I talked to more people on here I really enjoy fandom stuff#Particularly when I’m stressed but frankly the fandom is pretty stressful now and a little dead#Jkjk rant over I’m good now y’all
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If u tell a trans disabled person to call the cops or tell someone else to call the cops abt them u do not care abt that person’s safety
#or any marginalized group but this is in reference to me#thinking abt when a customer pulled a gun on me and i told my bf at the time abt it and rather than ‘omg are u ok’#his immediate response was to get upset w me for not calling the cops after the guy had already left#as if i could do so while he was there either like obviously he had a fucking GUN what was i supposed to do#cops would have done nothing IF I WAS LUCKY + i could have gotten in trouble at work#told my best friend at the time abt it and how my bf had gotten mad and my ‘friend’ was like actually he’s right and ur a horrible person#like it was part of what ended our friendship#neither of them acknowledged or cared that I’d just been thru smth scary. just immediate rage w no apology afterwards#not even a ‘I get that that was probably scary’ like hello?? instead of being relieved I’m safe ur gonna use it for ur cop agenda??#and then say acab online for clout??#also thinking abt when another ex for some fucking reason told her ex that i was having a depressive episode and that she was like stressed#and her ex (who has never met me) was like ‘your bf is abusive and if u don’t call the cops on him I will’#literally bc i had told her that like i was having a hard time and was going to seek help#anyways if ur like ready to jump at an opportunity to Insist on sending cops after a multiply marginalized person#then u cannot use our rights movements or anti cop sentiments to like try to get pussy#and u don’t get to claim it’s for our safety if we’re telling u explicitly cops make us feel unsafe. if the individual wants to then whatev#but if it’s a situation that affects me and not you then my consent matters and it’s a hard no#fucking anyone with education in these areas understands this! i told my psychiatrist abt these instances n why i feel unsafe w cops#and she was like ‘thank u for telling me this so that if there were ever an emergency situation involving you i would know to not do that’#WHAT A CONCEPT#now im scared to tell ppl in my life abt serious things bc i think they’ll say call the cops n then scream at me if I say no#and if I tell them these stories and they’re like ‘omg that’s awful’ LIKE A NORMAL PERSON then im like omg this person is safe <3 LOW BAR#mine#txt#gun tw#personal
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#some days are so hard like I am very not okay a lot of the time these days but rn I’m actually okayish so I can’t put it into words#but like basically I’ve been have trouble sleeping recently and it’s only gotten worse…to the point where I’ve been waking up every single#night and it’s so hard to get my brain to be sleepy again and go back to sleep#and it’s ruining my life like being exhausted makes life sososo hard I’m miserable and everyone around me is laughing and lighthearted and#I just wallow in my own misery…like when I’m okay I’m okay but when I’m not I question everything#I should really just quit my job and focus on dealing with this chronic insomnia I have now but I’ve been trying different things and#nothing has stuck..part of me probably isn’t trying hard enough but how can I with a full time#job and the need to feed myself and chores and getting my mind of everything and trying to workout more like??#that’s why I need to quit but I am hesistant to move home like I don’t have to but still then I wouldn’t need to pay for rent yknow but I#I also kind of don’t want to move home bc it’s quite nice not to and for covid reasons bc I’m like the only one I know that still cares#about covid lmaooo but like there are definitely pros too like I’m glad I still have the option tbh#but I wish I could just sleep and didn’t have to fight my own brain every single night why can’t I just be normal like I know no one is#normal but also why does everyone else do such a good job hiding it while I just feel like I’m just bringing the mood down by struggling so#much..like also my dept so small rn and I actually do lie my coworkers they really already take a lot of weight comparatively and are#reliable that I feel bad idkkkk why can’t I just sleep like seriously. wtaf is wrong with me#random thoughts don’t mind me#I’m so fucking tired
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Making my vs siblings? More likely than u think
#my mv is a nomad and my fv is a streetkid#as of now since I’m playing fv rn I’m gonna go from hee pov#the backstory would change a bit if it was mv yknow the vibes#basically twins separated at birth cliche i know#fv stayed in nc mv went with other parent out of city#parental death and info drop (on the death bed! the parents suck :(#makes fv go out. she tells everyone she’s going to Atlanta bc there’s stigma behind nomads#or Atlanta is the start of the search whatever#actually finds mv relatively quickl#Bc - this is where timeline and events would shift if it was from m vs perspective - the bakkers just broke up!#parent either died or joined snake nation idc. prolly died. maybe died in the process. whatever.#anyways v is radioing out to anybody bc his car broke down and he already pissed of the sheriff. he got enough juice to GET to the tower but#now hes stranded in this white ass town help.#Uhm how does v know this is her brother??? uhm. whatever. maybe she doesn’t and just decides to help who cares. maybe she thinks he can help#maybe he name drops bakkers as a last ditch effort or smth#anyways she goes to help they see eachother and it’s like that Tinkerbell scene#the two years in Atlanta are actually two years fucking around and causing trouble with her twin#but mv longs to be apart of a bigger family again and fv is dropping hints about going home :(#mv gets picked up by the aldecados (yeah! yes!) and fv goes back to nc. they promise to keep in touch.#like genuinely teary ass reunion. I usually have all my vs do suicide endings but they’d prolly both pick nomad life w/ the other in this au#unless….smth….unfortunate. were to happen to their dear sibling :(#Uhm anyways yeah.#also they’re both gay and mv is transmasc whilst fv is nb#the v is. I don’t have names for them yet so I’ll say coincidence but I don’t want it to be. they both have v names but going by v was a#coincidence? OH lmao their parents called them v shorthand they thought it was cute growing up when they met eachother they realized they#prolly didn’t care to remember which twin they had (yeah they’re that type of bad)#Uhm. last thing the way the playthroughs are going they have distinct personalities and merc styles I’ll make false promises to get into#but all that really matters is post heist fv drops off the face of the earth and avoids mv bc she can’t give him a family just to rip it#away like this but for mv the second he wakes up at Vic’s he calls her sobbing and wailing into the phone#when it’s mv he goes ‘why can’t u be nicer :/‘ when it’s fv she punches Johnny back ok that’s all
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Maybe I’m doing pretty well at containing this, actually. Or at least not the WORST about it…
#tiger’s roar#…I have. liked this idiot for approximately 2 years now#and a good chunk of that in absense#which like. all the ‘advice’ is for when things are truly one sides and limerantic fantasies. which. I just can’t relate to#but…yeah. I don’t need to be blamed for feeling something I’d already decided not to act on and let them decide if not Friends Good#’cause other people can’t mind their damn business and Stay Out Of It#why do I keep looking up ‘psychology of wuv’ even when it’s allonormative and fixated on limerance and makes me feel like crap?#’cause the Doubts I feel from my own insecurity on days I struggle to trust the idiot at their word are kinda awful#and like. I’d drop my feelings and truly have an uncomplicated friendship if it did get to be that simple#(we all know it’s not. that’s not how humans work.)#but…yeah. we’re both NOT doing the ‘typical attraction things’ and yet it’s so damn obvious by our Vibes it’s caused trouble#and sure. I THINK we finally have an understanding now. have both worked on trusting the other person at their word#(them with no I’m not going to push for more than anything but finding a midpoint that’s comfortable for both of us as friends.#(me at trusting them that when they say they want to be friends it’s not someone being ‘nice’ yet again#and well…best I can tell they’re looking forward to basically being reunited too#I’m just. worried that I’ll get flack again from others + their projections#and then have my own distortions triggered in response to theirs#when. if I don’t ‘match’ an attraction model even if I could express freely without people screwing with me or the other person#then…I have to accept someone else doesn’t either. and believe them at their word#because the respect and care we have for eachother is just as obvious to others as me relaxing and them lighting up
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health whining
Dilemma: breathing trouble. Still. For weeks. Another bad night where I’m afraid to go to sleep.
Options, if I go somewhere:
ER. No copay. Can go right now. Will most definitely feel shitty for presumably wasting their time and will probably be told to see ENT (ENT appointment in almost 2 weeks but issue is affecting me NOW).
Urgent care. There is a copay. I’ll have to wait 2 more hours. If equipment is needed (I dunno, endoscopy scopes. Who knows), they most definitely won’t have it. Will also probably tell me to go see ENT.
#I haven’t been able to figure out what’s causing these issues and I’m getting grumpy#thinking back on when I saw my primary and realizing how he really didn’t help me at all#I’ve told him over a couple appointments that I have trouble breathing and then we just kind of move past it#it’s amazing what you’ll let slide when you find a doctor that’s nice#so… nice… but ineffectual#might go back to my old dr. the one that was pretty shitty when my insurance changed#which is like… y’all were jerks to me before… but also otherwise the most responsive & helpful clinic I’ve been to#so… I could swallow my pride and go back. it was nothing to them. could be nothing to me too#put aside a dumb grudge to actually get some real help from more seasoned drs instead of this nice new baby face one#I’ve taken multiple different drugs tonight (some otc. some prescription. some other) but not much is helping#ok so basically right now I’m fixated on my tonsils and my nasal/throat area#just want someone to stick a camera down my nose + check out my tonsils (which are I think pretty big and blocking stuff)#so what do I do? I don’t want to bother the ER with this. but I keep freaking out about breathing and they have supplies urgent care doesnt#Ok I took an anti anxiety and it calmed me down a lot but I’m still hung up on breathing#I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I don’t think there’s anything either could do to help me TODAY#I don’t think I can afford the copay anyway#ugh I’m not doing so good#you can ignore this#text
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i hate being on the verge of tears in public !!! and it’s about fucking kpop i need to get a grip!!!!!!!$;73&38&2$.!’$/$3!/‘j$€{€!{£&jhhdjdhwijwgeieiehhejeiddggdneiwiwhuwjeieuebidnejskaowhhrbdieiruruidieieiehndozi&$:$£7:)3&k$$;$&jhdhiahJh
#only feeling a little bit upset tho!!!! RJUDJDK#HAHAHA I DONT EVEN CARE#I SHOULD HAVE DONE MORE RESEARCH BEFORE GETTING MY HOPES UP LIKE THIS#HONESTLY FUCK KQ SO MUCH#OBVIOUSLY THEY SUCK BC#DUH ALL KPOP COMPANIES DO#AND I HATE THE THINGS THEY DO MOST OF THE TIME#BUT GOD#IM STILK UPSET#why did i expect anything decent god#basically since last tour i’ve planned and saved up to get vip tix!#ofc to be closer to the stage since i was in nosebleeds last time#but also because vip had hi touch and maybe even meet and greet if those are different idk whatever#and i was so so set on getting hi touch next time they toured#and now their touring and there is no hi touch or meet and greet whatsoever#and the prices are like triple compared to last time#and presale is tomorrow and i don’t even know what to do for tickets anymore#obviously i’m so so excited and lucky and privileged to be able to see them at all#as long as presale doesn’t sell out before i get anything lol#but still#i’m just having trouble getting over this part of it right now :((#and every time i think about it too hard or look at them or listen to their music i get real close to crying!!#i’m just really disappointed and i’ll probably sob about it when i get home to start getting over it lmao#anyways i don’t have any feelings about it tho!!#again i recognize this is such a spoiled thing to complain about and im sorry if its annoying to read abt!!#i so get that#i used to think i’d never even get to go to concerts at all and ik some people can’t#some people can’t even buy albums and that kind of thing so i do apologize for complaining about having money basically#i just saved up for so long and got so excited :((
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Me when i call out 30 mins before my shift because nobody answered the phone when i called 5 times last night after the war on throwing up was almost lost 5 injured 23 missing
#save me from this hell#i know i’m going to get in trouble but i don’t care!!!! i just don’t care anymore!!#if i didn’t have to walk to work this morning i would have tried going anyways but if I’m walking for 30 mins#my ass is NOT going to make it there#if i have to fight against nausea while layinh down doing nothing until the eeper gets me (and i hope i don’t throw up in my sleep)#my nauseated ass is not surviving 30 minutes of heavy breathing and jostled walking#a 5-10 min car ride would be pushing it but i can handle that one with some stomach pills#and i would rather get in trouble for calling out so early vs throwing up on the way to work and having to still walk there + walk back#anyways hiii it’s another wonderful week let’s all love each other and ourselves and have fun <3#<- battling nausea part 2. given up on going back to sleep
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Me when they are the sisters ever: 😭😭😭 They came out soooo freaking well. I won’t lie, they took me a thousand years to finish but through the constant support from all of my buds (and my latent bisexuality), we made it 😤
Hopefully you guys know the deal by now: design choices, easter eggs, and (NEW!) closeup shots below the read more. ⬇️
I wanted Ace to have a very down-to-earth vibe and looked at Aussie beach-girls, coastal cowgirls, and vaqueras for reference. (IDK, I’ve just always envisioned Ace as part-Australian🌺 and Mexican 🏴☠️) Her clothing choices are mostly natural or utilitarian materials like the painted wooden beads on her top, her woven fabric and leather belts, and her denim jumpsuit. I gave her bikini top a zen-garden kind of feel because I read the first Ace’s Story Novel and I loved how idyllic and peaceful they made Sixis Island sound so I wanted to invoke that in some way.
Speaking of her painted wooden beads, they hang off the back of her top and represent her connection to Sabo and Luffy. They watch her back once she sets sail. She only wears one red glass bead earring because the other one got ripped out of her ear when a child, leaving her earlobe torn (don’t think about it too much 😢). Also, YES! she does wear a hibiscus flower just like Rouge (because I hate you and I want to make you cry, muhwahahahaha).
Also, I really wanted her to have super textured curly hair that licks behind her like flames. I am always considering whether or not a character should have long hair or not because I don’t want it to be a hindrance if they’re in a fight (or if they ARE a fighter with long hair, how to they avoid an enemy making use of that?). Ace is, of course, a Logia-type Devil Fruit User so I think she wouldn’t have trouble with people grabbing it LOL I get the feeling that she doesn’t take very good care of it even though it looks amazing. Like you’d think it would be soft and bouncy just by looking at it but if you ever get the chance to run your fingers through it, it’s a total rat’s nest and there’s sand and food all up in it. She still falls asleep while eating 😂 but she tries her best to only do it around people she can trust (woman moment 😔).
Honestly, her design is not that different from Ace’s canon look. It feels really vital to Ace’s character to have a lot of skin showing. And he’s always hanging all over himself with his hips all cocked like the weight of the world is too much to stand up straight. It is certainly not my OWN preference to make her an absolute smoke show. That’s just the character, okay? (I’m partially lying and the proof is that I turned the emblem on Ace’s hat strap into a sternum tattoo for no other reason than that it is sexy af.)
Here are some closeups of Ace:
Now for Sabo, I’ve made her very girly. I tried putting her in pants or something more militant but she told me that she’d wear the big poofy sleeves and hiked-up ruffled skirt. I think Sabo has always had a strong grasp on his fashion sense and individual flair and I truly believe that his personal style is one of the major influences for the rest of the Revolutionary Army resulting in the very flashy, queer, steampunk aesthetic (aside from Dragon’s plain-ass cloak). So of course I had to implement her nonconformist look when reimagining her as a woman and dress her up to the nines.
I’ve given her very ornate jewelry that is there to tell a story, even if she herself doesn’t know it. I like to think she picks up stuff from her travels that resonate with her, such as a damaged set of earrings with one stone missing or red cup-shaped shells featuring three nestled pearls. Another accessory that cannot go unmentioned is her dragon claw hat pin that keeps her top hat resting on top of her hair (and is definitely used as a weapon when the situation simply doesn’t call for trusty metal pipe). She also has a veil that obscures her prominent facial scar. I imagine she’s not very keen on the reminder of the incident from her childhood that took away her memories. I also kept her chipped toothed because 1) it’s fucking adorable and 2) is a visual reminder that she no longer aligns herself with the nobility who would have gotten such a thing fixed. She is so poised in almost every outward facet of her life from her dignified role as the Chief of Staff to the elegant materials in her clothing that it can be easy to forget she was also a rough and tumble forest dweller. Every time Koala remembers this, he lets out the biggest sigh.
Her hair is inspired by Gibson Girls and Elizabeth Swann from the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I wanted it to be fussy and tidy but fall apart when she’s in moments of distress. For example, when she remembers her sisters, her hair starts to look like Ace’s flaming mane. I’m so in love with her, I think she looks like an adorable little porcelain doll that would fuck you up. I made an effort to keep her eyes a little bit manic. I get lost in her steely black orbs (and also Ace’s warm brown ones, but we’re talking about Sabo rn).
Here are her close-ups:
Plot notes for this AU:
For this series of character designs, I wanted the expressions and outfits to be aligned with the canon plot but I don’t know if I have the heart to kill fem!Ace in my AU. I’m too attached and ASL has suffered enough!!!!! But Ace’s death is also a major defining moment for Luffy so it feels disingenuous to completely avoid it. Also a huge aspect of Sabo’s character is carrying on Ace’s will and I have so many thoughts about how the Dressrosa Colosseum scene would play out if they were all women. Oh well, I’ll cross that tragic bridge when I get to it. I’m definitely going to draw some Modern AU Girl Piece ASL though. They deserve to hang out with no stakes 😭 They are sisters!!!
Check out the tag “girl piece” on my blog for my other One Piece genderbends! 🥰
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You introduce your husband as your "boyfriend" to annoy them.
Anon! This prompt has me screaming! I really enjoyed writing for this one because it's such a fun idea. Sure, our 141 boys might be a little mad that they aren't being called by their proper title, but you know they'll just love punishing you for it.
I went a little different with this one. Instead of introductions, I made it so that reader is constantly referring to them as "boyfriend" in public settings. Depending on the situation, introductions wouldn't make sense if it was with friends, family, or coworkers because they would likely already know that they're "husband" and not "boyfriend." So i changed it up a bit in that way!
Some of these fall into spicy territory without being descriptive.
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Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): canon-typical swearing, suggestive themes, non-descriptive mentions of sex, fade to black, brief dirty talk
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Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simon shakes his head and you roll your eyes.
“We can ask someone for help,” you suggest, scanning the massive wall of televisions.
Simon grunts and crosses his arms. “No.”
Sometimes Simon’s stubbornness is cute—even sexy—but right now you’re just annoyed with him. It makes you want to stir up trouble, to cause a little chaos just for the fun of it. Pouting, you turn, eyes narrowing to find an associate of the electronics store. When you spot one near the HDMI cables, you take off, not caring if Simon follows.
“Excuse me.”
The man’s head perks up. “How can I help you?”
You gesture behind you, your hand smacking into Simon’s chest. “My boyfriend—”
“Boyfriend?” growls Simon, but you ignore him.
“—can’t decide on a television.”
Simon is not your boyfriend. He’s your husband. But he’s being stubborn, not making a decision, and you want out of this store.
Shifting, you place one hand on Simon’s large bicep, grinning like you haven’t done anything at all. Simon’s hand immediately grabs your ass, squeezing hard. A warning. One that you ignore.
“I can help with that,” replies the associate. You glance at the man’s nametag. Jim.
“Thank you so much, Jim.” You lean against Simon, giving Jim your best smile. “Getting this guy to commit to anything is so hard sometimes, ya know?”
Jim makes a noncommittal noise as he walks toward the wall of televisions. You start to follow but Simon’s hold on your ass tightens, keeping you pressed against him. Simon leans down, his lips brushing against your ear.
“What are you doing?” he whispers.
You elbow Simon in the side but it’s not hard. He lets go, keeping close to you as the two of you follow Jim over to the televisions. Standing back, you watch with glee as Simon is forced to talk to Jim. You stay out of it, but notice Simon’s gaze switching to you every so often.
You already know what he’s thinking. He’ll likely want to punish you, and sometimes those punishments are so sweet.
Once Simon selects something and the two of you are at the car, there is no safety net. Simon shuts the trunk and then you’re pressed against the car, your body trapped between it and Simon’s massive form.
“Boyfriend?” he accuses.
You shrug. “What do you mean?”
The growl in Simon’s throat comes out a groan. “Get in the car.” He lightly slaps your ass as you open the passenger door.
As you start to slide in, Simon’s hand returns, this time slipping under your skirt to find your thin, lace underwear. He tugs sharply, ripping the fabric.
“Simon!”
He stuffs the underwear into his pocket. “You don’t need these.” You feel your face growing hot.
Simon shuts your car door and walks around the driver’s side, hopping in. He reaches out, placing one large hand on your bare thigh. It roams upward, squeezing, sending a shiver of lust up your body to make your head spin. “When we get home, I’m fucking that boyfriend nonsense right out of you.”
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
“I’m so sorry, but this isn’t what my boyfriend ordered.”
Kyle frowns and glances up from his phone’s screen. That’s your voice he hears, but the term of address isn’t right.
Boyfriend. Not husband, as it fucking should be.
Kyle glances in your direction but you’re not looking at him. You’re smiling sweetly at the barista behind the counter.
“It should be hot. Not iced. I might have messed up. I’m so sorry. I can pay for another.” You raise your hands in a placating gesture but the barista doesn’t appear fazed at all.
“No biggie. Keep that one. Won’t take me more than a minute or two.”
“Thank you so much.” You glance at Kyle, and your smirk tells him all he needs to know.
You’re being a tease. You’re doing this on purpose. The drink order is wrong, and you’re using this as an excuse to poke at him.
Kyle locks his phone and casually slides it into his pocket. Do you think you’re going to annoy him by doing this? Maybe. The little smirk on your face tells him that’s entirely what you have in mind.
But the joke is on you. Doesn’t matter if you refer to him as “boyfriend,” because all it’ll earn you is a punishment.
As the barista slides the new drink across the counter to you, you thank them profusely. “Thank you so much. My boyfriend will really appreciate it.”
The barista only nods and turns back to the espresso machine.
As you approach with the coffee, Kyle gentle removes the drink from your grasp.
“Boyfriend?” he asks, amused.
You shake your head like you have no idea what he’s on about. “What?”
Kyle laughs and snags the other drink from your hand. With shock on your face, he strides up to the counter. “Can you set these aside for us? Be right back.”
They only nod and continue working. Kyle snags your wrist and drags you to the little hallway that curves out around. There are a few private corners in there, and the hallway itself opens up into the nearby bookstore.
Kyle checks the handle on the unisex bathroom. Finding it unlocked, he draws you inside.
“Kyle,” you hiss, but he’s not having any of it.
Kyle engages the lock and presses you up against the door.
“You owe me an apology,” he says.
“For what?” Kyle tuts, his hand sliding to the back of your neck. “Get on your knees,” he murmurs, undoing his belt buckle with the other hand. “Apologize with that gorgeous mouth of yours.”
John Price
John leans back in his chair, agitation irritating his spine.
House hunting isn’t something he’s particularly excited about. He is happy that it’s with you, his wife, but the tediousness of it all is exhausting to him. John would rather have you select a few places to tour and then be done with it all. Money isn’t the issue. He just wants you to find a place you like and the two of you can go from there.
He’d live in a tent if that’s what you want.
“My boyfriend isn’t all that picky.”
Boyfriend? John is tugged from his inner musings by your voice and that term of address. Boyfriend. Why the fuck would you call him that? John isn’t your boyfriend. He’s your goddamn husband.
You reach out, planting a hand on his thigh. You squeeze softly as you always do when you’re trying to reassure him, but John frowns down at it, and then looks up at you. You’re not looking at him. You’re staring at the realtor, completely ignoring him.
John licks his lips, considering whether to correct you or not, or leaving it up to a simple mistake, but you do it again.
This time, John didn’t mishear you.
Your hand squeezes his thigh again and Price rests his hand over yours. His fingers enclose your palm and he holds firm. You glance at him and John shoots you his best warning look. You don’t even react. Don’t event blink.
No. He’s going to correct you. He is absolutely fucking correcting you.
The realtor pivots the computer monitor. “I think any boyfriend would agree that these are excellent selections.”
That’s fucking it.
Price shoots up from his seat, keeping a tight grip on your hand. “I need to speak with my—” John pauses, swallowing down his annoyance. “Girlfriend. Privately.”
The realtor shrugs, smiling, but John is already turning around, dragging you out the door. Outside, the stuffy, summer air does nothing to soothe his annoyance.
“Boyfriend? Fucking boyfriend?” John crosses his arms over his chest, looming over you.
You shrug. “What’s the problem?”
“Behave yourself,” he says, lowering his voice.
“Or what?” you ask in mock innocence.
So, this is what you want. John understands the moment the words leave your mouth. You’re fucking teasing him. Fine. He’ll make you learn.
“We are gonna go back in, thank the kind woman for her time, and then we’re leaving.”
“No. I want to stay.”
John leans in but he notices the way you glance away from him and back, clearly flustered. “Good girls don’t play games.”
“Funny,” you reply, head tilting slightly. “That as my boyfriend you have any authority over me.”
John pivots, blocking the view of the front door from you. “I will bend you over that bench so fast, wife.”
“You won’t,” you stammer.
John arches an eyebrow and you visibly swallow. “Want to test me?”
You pout, and then playfully shove him in the chest. “You’re terrible.”
As you turn for the door, John grabs your waist pulling you close. “You started it.”
John "Soap" MacTavish
“My boyfriend and I are redesigning our bathroom.”
Johnny’s attention splits. The associate showing him floor tiles is a distant thing. He might be talking about the newest ones on the market, but Johnny is no longer interested.
Did he just hear you right? Did you just call him boyfriend?
“That’s wonderful,” comes a reply, and Johnny notes an older woman talking to you near the laminate flooring that mimics wood. “Where is he?”
“Over there,” you wave at him, a smug smile on your face.
Boyfriend? Johnny is your fucking husband.
“Sir?” prompts the hardware store associate. “What do you think of these?”
Johnny grunts. “Fine. We’ll come back.” He waves the man off and starts for you even as you continuously refer to him as your boyfriend.
You’re doing it on purpose. You’re doing it to annoy him.
And it’s fucking working.
Johnny saddles up beside you, snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you taut against him.
“This is the boyfriend,” you begin, smiling.
“Husband,” corrects Johnny, flashing the same devious grin. He holds up his left hand, showing off the simple gold band. “Happily married to this one.”
The older woman’s eyes round.
“She likes to joke,” continues Johnny. “Come on, love. Better get home.”
Johnny easily guides you away. He leans down, whispering. “You little terror.”
“Bite me,” you reply.
“Oh. I will. Everywhere. When we get home.”
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