#i need all of it framed istg

[lex-the-lesbiann]

LOOK AT THEM !!!!!

Hi! :] for the drawing requests, could you maybe do Autumn Oak/Linda Stampler please? (Linda is Ron’s mom btw :])

Either way, thank you!! :]

stop talking about gay old men and start talking about these GAY OLD WOMEN !!!!!!!!!!!

[hamilando]

ੈ✩ nxdes? (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : charles leclerc x fem reader

summary : “have you seen my boyfriend ?” “HAVE YOU SEEN HER !?”

tw : fluff, very suggestive

a/n : So this was requested anonymously, so if you are seeing this, Hope you like it 💫

·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡

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f1mommy how I feel when I feed you all thirsty socks 🧦

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user1 idk what is killing me- the caption or the photos 🗿

user2 English or Spanish ?

user3 f1mommy 💀🦅

user4 charles, don’t be shy, drop it on me

user5 I want to ride carlos like he rides his bike-

user6 did she just call us socks !?

charlesleclerc can you stop leaking pictures ? I won’t hesitate to sue you

user7 oops-

user8 LORD PERCEVAL GOT SERIOUS THERE

f1mommy @ charlesleclerc you weren’t complaining when you sent me your nudes 💋

user9 AND I-

user10 is it true or -

user11 mommy, can we get the charles junior baby pics ?

user12 that’s quite a way to frame it 💀

user13 she casually dropped christian in between

f1mommy @ user13 you would need some Jesus after god hears your thoughts

user14 istg this girl has been taking sarcasm classes

f1mommy @ user14 rizzing your mama up classes

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f1mommy this is a Charles leclerc fan page ( minus the nudes)

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user1 SHIRTLESS CHARLES !?

user2 IN HD!?

user3 I WILL BE YOUR SUGGA MOMMA F1MOMMY

f1mommy hit me up bbugurl 💋

user4 yes, you all are correct, he was talking to me in second pic

user5 serving your delusion ofc

f1mommy she serving looks atleast user4 @ f1mommy ily 😭

user5 who is she ?

user6 we don’t know, we just enjoy what mommy gives us 😮‍💨

user7 how does she get them ?

user8 she hacked their phones ?

user9 techie alert

f1mommy the only tech thing I know is incognito at night 💪🏻

user10 digital footprint ?

f1mommy you would like mine on you though ?

charlesleclerc can you stop leaking my pictures ?

f1mommy can you stop fucking me ?

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f1mommy me watching y’all burn your brains to guess who is me

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user1 if this accounts turns out to be run by a 50 year old lady-

f1mommy you will ask me to fuck you ?

user2 just tell us who you are

user3 she has a things for dilf

f1mommy I am one myself -

user4 I will pay you 69 cents to reveal yourself

f1mommy I would prefer performing 69 💋

user5 dududuu HELL WHA-

user6 I have given up-

user7 the iconic toto

user8 Only king toto can help us

user9 I can feel the user smirking reading all the comments

user10 the person is definitely a sadist

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f1mommy Hi, I am yours and his mommy 🫶🏻 @ charlesleclerc

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user1 WHAT ?

user2 YOU ARE CHARLE’S GIRLFRIEND !?

f1mommy yes baby girl ☺️

user3 please tell me that this is a joke

charlesleclerc now can you send me some ?

charlesleclerc after you have exposed that I am your boyfriend ?

f1mommy you have the keys, come watch it in 4D

user4 so now y’all decide to be freaky ?

user5 now Charles interacting on a fan account makes sense

user6 the pictures too

user7 so she really didn’t hack-

user8 welcome to the fam sis

f1mommy I was there way before you love 🧡

[jesuistrestriste]

Just MAYBE I'll shut up about gooner!art after this, but... I feel like #squirtsquad needs a liiiittle representation and I just know that if gooner!Art managed to make you come and you squirted he would lose his MARBLES.. This is the day he's been waiting for istg

think he’s definitely the type to just sit there at first with the most awe-stricken expression ever while you gush all over. slack-jawed and a dazed look in his eye. then he’s like “oh my god.. do that again, and i’m gonna come..”

he repeats the movements that made you squirt in the first place; fingers swiping over your swollen clit, two digits inside you at the same time—curling and nudging your g-spot, him moaning your name like he’s got his dick in you. then when you arch your back and squeeze his wrists, squealing out brokenly, he gets to watch a second round of juices fountain from your body. then he can’t stop himself. he did warn you. his frame topples forward over your pelvis and convulses, his length splurting out thick ropes against the sheets, little choked whimpers escaping his chest.

all he can think about is how lucky he is because he’s only seen squirting happen in the porn videos that have rotted his brain over the years. he resists the urge to tell you that you’re better than the clips he’s watched on the 18+ sites..

[littlelovelunette]

HIHI!!!! First I rlly wanna say I love your writing, has me giggling and kicking my feet istg.

IVE BEEN HAVING THIS IDEA FOR A LONGGGG TIME, AND ITS WELDER SEVIKA!!!

I would say like in the beginning the reader has been wanting her own vanity for such a long time already so she has a place to put her stuff like, makeup, purses, jewelry, yk yk etc. and one day Welder!Sevika takes it upon herself to make her beautiful wife her very on vanity made from her hands, and the vanity has its own mirror, stool, compartments, and the little tiny light bulbs. And so one day when the reader comes home from a very long day at her workplace, Sevika surprises her with the vanity she made herself for the reader, and she even paired it with a bouquet of metal Lilies! All fluff fluff fluff and sweet kisses and hugs please!!! I’ve been dying for your requests to open once again for this!!🩷🩷🩷

oh, it's so sweet you've been waiting for my reqs to open 😭😭😭😭 and thank you so much for liking my writinggg

Vanity & Lilies

Welder!Sevika x Wife!Reader

When you and Sevika got together, everything seemed to go right. Absolutely everything.

You both were married before you knew it, and the ring? It was gorgeous.

You both weren't rich, but it didn't really matter.

The small house the both of you shared, you made sure to make it look as cozy as ever.

But there was one problem. You didn't have a vanity.

You'd been wanting one since you both moved in and got married, but never got the chance to actually buy one.

Financially, you both weren't exactly that well-off either so you decided to put that thought on hold.

But Sevika notices how sad you look without being able to keep your purses, jewelry and makeup organised.

Especially because you both were having a fresh start of life, you deserve a vanity.

Sevika saw everytime you eyed the vanity whenever you and her would pass by a furniture store.

Those longing eyes and slightly parted lips, but whenever your eyes met the price tag you had immediately recoiled, and told her, "It's okay, I don't need it that badly."

"As if," Sevika thought, mentally scoffing. She knew you wanted it, and it hurt her ego not to be able to provide it.

And the worst of all?

Sevika couldn't bear the thought of you being sad over a damn vanity.

Maybe it didn't matter to her as much as it did to you, but it did now that she saw how upset you were over it.

You were at work, Sevika knew it. You both shared location on the phone, so she was aware whenever you were not at home.

She had welded a vanity for you last night, and now she was carrying it into the house from the garage.

Sevika gave a once over in the room before she slowly placed the vanity in place.

"Geez, all the things I do for you," Sevika muttered before sighing and connecting the light bulbs to the socket, turning them on to check, "Good enough..."

Sevika then moved all your jewelry and makeup onto the vanity, organising it with ease because she has huge hands, come on.

It doesn't take her long to finish setting it up, she slowly and gently placed the bouquet of metal lilies on the vanity top, smiling at the sight.

You unlocked the door with a tired sigh, entering the house. "Hey," you murmured seeing Sevika, "You're off early today?"

"Yeah," Sevika took your purse and coat for you, hanging the coat on the coat hanger and casually putting the purse in the vanity when you reached the bedroom.

You stopped dead in your tracks, staring at the vanity as if you'd seen a ghost.

"You made this..." you stated more than asked as you took small steps towards your gift from your wife.

"Don't get the wrong idea," Sevika grumbled, rubbing the back of her neck, "I just had too much free time, and didn't know what to do—"

Sevika was cut off, and shocked when you suddenly hugged her tightly with your arms around her frame and face buried in her chest.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank youu!" You said as you gave her a tight squeeze before jumping away and over to the vanity before she could even react.

"Lilies," you giggled and picked the metal flowers up, turning them over and examining them, "Oh goodness, they're beautiful."

You put them down before looking at Sevika again, "No one's ever done something so nice for me before," you took her hands in your smaller ones.

"Tch, it's nothing, just a damned vanity," Sevika tried to play it off cool, but her heart was beating out of her chest.

"It's so much more than 'just a damned vanity'," you pulled her in for a kiss. Sevika's eyes were wide at the start, shocked.

But then slowly she melted into the kiss, hands finding their place on your waist as she kissed you back. Your hands were on her broad shoulders.

Nothing mattered in that moment, as long as you had Sevika, nothing truly was that bad.

[himezoro]

HI, i’m just soo in love with the way you portray zoro so i was thinking about a request (only if u want to, ofcc)

imagine reader having feelings for zoro and be reciprocated (but reader still doesn’t know bc zoro’s not the best at expressing feelings) they’re in wano and with the way hiyori treats zoro reader thinks zoro likes hiyori so reader puts some distance between them and zoro and gets closer to law (bc i think they’re kinda similar up to some point) AND ZORO NOTICES IT.

that’s it for my request, kinda specific lol, HAVE A NICE DAY and feel free to take as much time as you need if you decide to give it a go <3

i’m so sorry for the wait, but istg I really wanted to give it a go as you said!! <3 the reader is set to be the crew’s strategist/scholar, just like in this one shot (though this request is not meant to be the following of the later!). the events I’m describing are not 100% accurate with the exact way wano happened (in terms of strategy meetings etc etc) but I felt more comfortable this way!! i didn't know if you wanted a good or bad ending, so i went for the first option to compensate with the long wait :( i hope you enjoy it <3

wc: 1.7 ish

stolen times

Saying you only had yourself to blame and your sole eyes to cry, was an understatement.

As the crew’s strategist, you offered to split at Zou in order for everyone to attend the two issues at end: saving Sanji, and the people of Wano. Because of your valuable knowledge and abilities, you stayed alongside Law, Robin, Franky, and Zoro, while the rest of the crew left for Whole Cake island. Considering the matter at hand, everyone had to stick to their role, even if it meant pretending not to know one another.

Even if it meant pretending not to know Roronoa Zoro.

Saying you knew Roronoa Zoro was also an understatement. After all the time you spent alongside the swordsman, it felt like you understood him pretty well, without as much as a word. You understood his thrive to perfect his craft, his dedication, his patience regarding improvement, his need for meditation and peace, his oath. You knew his favorite mug to drink from, the way he likes his rice, his favorite sleeping position. You could hear the laughters he would let while talking to Luffy, see the protective hold he would have on Chopper while walking, see the flex of his strong built, the blink of his dark eye, the bite on his lower lip.

Everything from Roronoa Zoro was framed in the back of your eye. You loved, admired the swordsman. Your relationship with him was pleasant, even though it lacked the romance you so craved for. He would often stay by your side while you worked in your office claiming it was a quiet space and ask if you ate before working, sit next to you during meetings and meals, lay a hand on your waist when walking down the dock, and always, always, look your way before getting into a fight with an enemy. Other than that, nothing was truly shared between the two of you, and because of Zoro’s silence regarding his feelings, your mind never allowed itself to wander through the possibilities of his heart, while the later would try its best concealing your desires.

So pretending not to know about the way another woman was treating him and tending to his needs was torture. And none of this would have happened if you had ruled for Zoro to go to Whole Cake. Which is why you deeply cursed yourself, even though it was for a greater cause.

Time seemed long until you all reunited at Wano and start planning for the assault on Kaido. So when you did reunite with everyone, your jaw almost dropped to the floor when Brook mentioned walking in on Hiyori sleeping on top of Zoro. Pretending not to care was harder than pretending not to know, so you decided to ignore the green-haired male and stay focused on your task. Even if it meant not listening to the drums of your heart and its song.

Which led to raise confusion in Zoro’s mind. He was not explicit with words, but weren’t his gestures enough? Did you not understand him like he thought you did?

He would be lying if he said he did not mind your distant attitude. He would even go as far as saying that he felt bothered by it, especially after spending quite some time apart pretending not to know one another. He was surprised to not see your usual smile when you looked at him, and not have you saving him a spot next to your figure.

Instead, there was Trafalgar Law.

And it seemed you enjoyed his company. He could see the two of you talking intently and the way he would lower his head so he could hear you more amongst the ruckus. He could see the way his grey eyes would pierce at your features, like a hawk. Hell, he even saw how Law casually laid a hand on your arm when you got up the table to wash your hands.

Zoro clicked his tongue and threw daggers at Law with his one functioning eye, wishing his eye could kill.

When the reunion ended and everyone started leaving to their room, the swordsman could not help himself but bump into you on his way, which you could not possibly ignore. Your eyes met before you averted your gaze and started walking again, which he prevented by standing your way.

And yet, he did not let out a single word. Or at least, not a single one he wished to say.

“Enjoying the alliance I see.”

You scoffed, your pride taking advantage.

“So do you, Roronoa”, you looked down at Enma with an arched brow, “Nice sword you have here.”

“Thanks, Hiyori gave it to me.” he answered, not noticing the ice in your tone, or maybe ignoring it for how warm he felt hearing your voice, even if it lacked its usual honey.

Hearing the name you resented triggered your jealousy. You simply nodded and formed an “oh” with your lips, its shape taking his breath away. It took him a lot of strength not to plant a kiss on your pout, but before he could even argue, someone called you, interrupting his train of thought.

“(Y/N)-ya, I need your input on the number of fleets for the assault before we head out.” Law said from behind Zoro, which prevented the doctor from seeing the grim look on the swordsman’s face.

“Already on first name basis with the Doctor huh?” Zoro said, clicking his tongue in the process.

Just like you with Hiyori, you wished to say. You wanted to shake him off, ask him what the matter was if Law used your first name. You wanted him to tell you he liked you and not Hiyori, and him to throw his new sword away. You knew these were unfair feelings, and probably a little mean. If Zoro had found solace in the kindness of Hiyori and the beauty of Wano, then there was nothing for you to do, right?

With these invading thoughts in mind, you simply sighed and offered him a small, sad smile before joining Law in his quarters.

“I’ll see you in three days for the assault. Please train well, everyone is counting on you.”

Seeing you walk past him to join Law hurt him more than he wished to admit. He did not turn around to watch you walk away, swallowing whole. He waited a second before walking away as well, regrouping with Hiyori.

// the festivities after the assault //

When Kaido was defeated after much efforts, the Mugiwara and the alliance craved for a celebration. Everyone was reunited on the Sunny amongst sake, flowers, food, music and laughters.

You had your back resting on the railing, enjoying the breeze in your hair with a cup of your favorite drink in your hand, looking at the rejoice faces around you. Of course, your eyes followed the trail of Zoro, and the fact that the swordsman was still sitting with Hyori.

Sighing, you felt the presence of Law getting closer to yours. He stood beside you, his eyes looking in the same direction as yours.

“I have to admit (Y/N)-ya, you remarkably led the battlefield.”

”Because you doubted this alliance? Here I thought we were able of performing miracles.” you playfully added using his phrases, slightly shoving the Doctor in the process. Trafalgar Law felt himself smirking, not bothering to answer your gentle attack, surprisingly, simply enjoying your presence.

During the course of this alliance, you had gotten closer with the Doctor. His quietness and charisma was similar to Zoro’s, even though he was not as large as the green-haired. Law found himself enjoying talking to you, especially in this setting. He thought you were intelligent and committed to your work, dedicated to saving lives with the best plans, just like he dedicated his life as a doctor to save others. You could see how he grew accustomed to the crew’s nonchalant antics, and safe around you all. Even you were surprised that he did not betray Luffy’s trust, since you were part of the ones that doubted Luffy’s decision.

But getting closer to Law, even as amicably as your relationship with him was, did not go unnoticed, especially by the swordsman himself. Three days ago, he felt a gap between the two of you, which he was not used to. Him, who was so used to stay by your side when you stayed on the railing to lovingly keep an eye on everyone. Him, who was so used to enjoying your presence and your scent. Him, that was now staring at you and Law amidst the laughters of his friends, ignoring Hiyori beside him.

Right now, he had two options at hand. Either closing the distance, or risking losing you to another world.

“Go talk to her.” he heard Hiyori’s voice beside him speak, which cut his train of thought.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I feel like I got to know you enough to know that (Y/N)-san holds a dear place to your heart. Pardon me if I am wrong, though, but she may not be aware of your feelings.”

Zoro sighed and did not find the words to answer Hiyori. Instead, he kept his eye on you all along. You were so beautiful, glorious.

When Law left to get you another drink, Zoro took this opportunity to get up and walk to you, his presence getting more and more overpowering as he got closer to you. As he got beside you, you did not dare to move, feeling a pull.

There he stayed beside you, enjoying your presence as he should. The air blowing in your hair danced its way to his heart again, a dusty shade of pink coloring his features. On your hand, it felt hard to talk, a mix of sadness, desire, pride and guilt creeping in your heart.

The swordsman crossed his arm as he kept his built back onto the railing, finally uttering the words he wished to say, closing his one eye.

“You were missed, you better know that.”

And all he heard was your scoff and laugh at his subtle yet commanding hint.

“What’s making ya laugh, woman?” he turned to you, opening his eye, basking in your glory.

“You are, Zoro. You are clearly implying that you missed my presence, while you’re here with your girlfriend! It’s preposterous, even for you.” You said, trying to calm your laughter, clearly a defense mechanism.

“Huh?! Are you insane?! Who are you talking about?” he asked, dumbfounded with a bit of irritation.

“Hiyori, who else? I wish the two of you all the happiness in the world. But you should not imply things you either do not mean or should not mean in a relationship.”

“What relationship are you even talking about for God’s sake? Are you high? Drunk?”

“Stop lying to me! I understand you have boundaries and secrets and all, but I saw how the two of you are acting! And Brook even told me you slept together! So please, for the sake of my heart, Zoro : do not say words you should not say when you are involved with someone else.”

You let out a huge sigh at the end of your speech, trying your best to keep your composure. Zoro stared at you, quite confused at your words. But amidst them all, Zoro remembered how he understood you like no one could. And in spite of your ludicrous accusations, Zoro knew better. Regardless of him knowing better, his stubbornness got the best of him at that moment.

“You’re one to talk, with Tra-guy sticking to you. He’s been all over you, ready to steal you away from me and the crew.”

“What are you even talking about? I am not planning on leaving you and the crew, and Law is just a friend. Surely, he is not interested in stealing me away on his submarine. Don’t be preposterous.”

“Only an idiot wouldn’t want to steal you away if they could.”

Your eyes met his for a moment, and it felt obvious. Natural. Before Law could come back with the drink you wanted, you offered him a small smile, set on cutting the tension.

“So, are you dating Hiyori?”

“I thought it was clear that I’m not interested in dating her.” he replied, which made you look at him with an arched brow.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Isn’t it obvious?”

“Just as obvious as your probable feelings for me, if you want my opinion.”

Zoro sighed, blaming himself for not being able to normally express his feelings to you, worried, that someone like Law could.

“How can I make my feelings clearer then?” he genuinely asked, feeling Law coming your way.

“You could start by getting me a drink?” you suggested with a knowing smile as Law arrived in front of the two of you.

Needless to say, Zoro forcefully took the drink from the other captain’s hands to hand it to you, with a smirk on his lips.

“Ain’t nobody stealing my girl here, Tra-guy.” he muttered to his “rival”, leaving Law confused and you laughing.

From that moment on, the distance finally closed and Zoro felt exactly where he belonged: right by your side.

[sparklingcid3r]

I promised a rumble rundown, so that’s what I’m gonna do. Let’s go🙏 also here's the yt vid i used lol

0:14-0:17

Paul says, “Hello, Darrel. Long time, no see” and then immediately starts checking him out with that upside down smile, ik what u think abt 👁️👁️

0:24-0:27

“I’ll take you” yeah Paul I’m sure u will 🙄 Darry’s cold af w the staredown tho, it’s unfortunate that Pony and Soda have do a full head turn to look at each other like “IKKK he ain’t j said that”

0:27-0:31

DALLAS MY GLORIOUS KING ARRIVES,, shirtless??? And the crowd goes mild‼️ Pony also gets popped in the face and down he goes, it was so good that he was here for just a little bit, everyone say bye now bc the next time he shows up in the fight u won’t even know it’s him I’m deadass

0:48-0:55

Soda is ripping into this guy right, my baby’s a champion!! And then gets up and kinda… walks past Steve getting his ass beat lmao. He even puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder to steady himself as he goes by😭

He just misses the mean double gut punch Steve tanks like the unit he is, because Steve GRABS THIS MAN’S PUNCH and RIPS one across his face, it was beautiful. Masterclass in the ring I’m afraid

0:56-0:58

Okay. I need to give yall the play by play for this single two-second sequence because it was genuinely the greatest clip of cinema I’ve ever seen in my life.

Paul’s got Darry out of frame and he’s confident, dare I say cocky. He’s doing the universal hand signals for “Cmon, hit me bro.”

And I’m gonna say this next part softly. Lean in and listen to me:

When I tell u that Darry clocks Paul in the face, I don’t mean he just clocks Paul in the face. Darry rises like a phoenix from the ashes and swings so hard that everyone around him can feel the aftershocks. Paul has just experienced the equivalent of a steel boxing glove to the dome. Teeth are flying. Paul will have no recollection of this moment for the rest of his life. Take a look at this.

Alr now we back up because YOU CAN SEEEE THE MOMENT OF REALIZATION. This man starts BAILING. The minute Darry spins back, Paul’s got bug eyes, all “Hold up. Wait a minute. He really ‘bout to clock my shit.” He did not want that smoke NEARLY as much as he thought he did, and ykw? I don’t blame him 🤷‍♀️ 

Letting yall know that I had to go back and slow down the playback speed so that I could bask in the glory that is Darrel Curtis’s behemoth of a punch. Geologists are losing their minds wondering how volcanoes are erupting and mountains are shifting, unaware of what just happened in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

1:00-1:03

Dally bitch slapping a dude is a great way to kick off the one-minute mark, and a good kick to the ribs just for funsies ig. U go girl🫶

1:04-1:07

Hottest Two-Bit has ever looked sorry

1:19-1:21

Alr Dally is literally picking people up and WWE rocking their shit as he slams them to the ground. That kid was dropped neck first. How did Pony not have to write a sequel.

1:22-1:24

Just an entire sequence dedicated to Soda mewing even as he gets bitched in the face. It’s alr tho, he got his get back

1:47-1:49

Istg I’m not tripping, u listen and u can hear Pony screaming for Darry yall I thought this was supposed to be a good time, I’m actually sobbing

1:55-2:01

STEVE CLUTCHES UP??? DEADASSSS that was the CLEANEST three-shot KO I’ve ever seen, then he body flips the guy behind him??? I WASN’T FAMILIAR W UR GAME, RANDLE 🙏

2:09-2:15

The Socs are kind of getting ready to retreat at this point but rq we gotta check in on the exes, Paul’s getting clowned on again lmfao.

This man tried to kick Darry, then when Darry’s got his foot and is getting ready to spin him like that pigskin, he’s PULLING on Darry’s HAIR??? Man, just leave 😭 ur cooked. And the last time we see him, he’s CRAWLING AWAY😭😭 at least STAND UP

2:24-2:27

Pony’s getting washed in a 6v1 it ain’t his fault this time, bless up. Luckily my goat Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr. pulls up and literally starts throwing bodies. Absolutely spectacular that I get to live in the same lifetime as this movie.

2:30-2:32

Darry’s asking, “Ponyboy, you okay?” and some NOBODY tries to grab Darry’s shoulders. Who do u think u are???

3:35-3:45

Greasers get the W👏

So in conclusion I think we can all agree that if u are locked in an iso with Darry, just offer up ur cheek and get it over w. Ur not getting the dub. Roll down ur sleeves and go home, ur benched.

Sorry this is messy af, I'm just having fun rn LMFAO

[peterm4rker]

(𐙚⋆.˚) late night drives

⋆ 𐙚 ⭑.ᐟ [taeyong x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 800 w. none! fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

the weight of the dark that surrounded you felt crushing; suffocating as you tossed and turned around the bed, looking for a position that would miraculously turn off the voices that overlapped in your head and reminded you of every single one of your worries. sweat seemed to pool at the nape of your neck, creating an uncomfortable feeling that you just couldn’t shake off no matter how many times you attempted to wipe it away; a moist feeling clinging onto the flimsy tank top you had already changed into in face of the heat.

an exasperated sigh fell off your lips as your eyes opened abruptly, all too awake to have been forcefully closed for the past three hours. you reached for your phone that sat on the nightstand, quickly bracing yourself for the overbearing light of the screen before turning it on. the picture that welcomed you made your heart ease for a moment, your boyfriend’s smiling face and starry eyes greeting you like a warm hug. you stared at it for a few seconds before unblocking the device and doing the only thing that could bring you comfort in moments: talking - or attempting to - to your boyfriend.

ty track 🗣️

tell me youre awake rn please please please

dont prove i'm right💃🕺💃🕺

istg can you call?

no answer was needed when your phone began vibrating, indicating the awaiting call.

“hey baby” taeyong greeted you once you answered, a smile evident in his tired voice. “what are you doing up so late?”

“i can’t sleep,” you sighed, a pout taking place on your lips. “i’ve been trying for hours, i even took pills and everything.”

“oh, i’m sorry, love, that sucks” he spoke once again. it was incredible, really, how only his voice could make your irritation dissipate in a matter of seconds. 

“what are you doing awake?” you asked in turn, hugging a pillow closer to your chest.

“i was finishing up that song i’ve been working on, i think it turned out pretty good.” he smiled, making your chest beam with pride. 

“i know it did, they always do.” you smiled.

“i have a perfect muse.” the boy answered, his words as heart fluttering as always.

“stop, you’re making me blush,” you spoke, eliciting a giggle from the other line.

“sure i am,” he laughed softly, followed by a couple of seconds of silence before he spoke up again. “get ready, yeah? i’ll pick you up in 10 and we can go on a drive.”

his offer was tempting, even as you looked down to catch the poor excuse for clothes you were wearing. 

“sure, i’ll be ready,” you smiled, waiting for his confirmation to hang up the call and stand up to put on a pair of shorts and brush your teeth.

the ten minutes you waited passed by agonizingly slowly, making it seem like an eternity before you heard a knock on your door. you swung it open after checking the peephole and confirming it was your boyfriend.

“hey there, come here often?” the pink haired boy asked, making you roll your eyes as you closed the door behind you and walked up to envelop him in your arms.

“pretty often, i would say.” you muttered, basking on the feeling of his strong arms surrounding your frame, pulling you further into his chest as he left a kiss on your forehead.

“let’s go put you to sleep,” taeyong muttered, breaking apart from you only to open the door of his car, climbing onto his own seat after having secured you in yours. “want to listen to some music?”

you shook your head in response, getting comfortable on the seat as you looked at him. “tell me about your day.” the boy smiled and nodded, beginning to drive as he told you about everything he had done ever since he woke up. you listened intently to his soothing voice - for about five minutes - before your eyes began to feel heavy and your mind became hazy, tenderly leading you to a peaceful slumber.

taeyong looked at you from the corner of his eye after it was silent for a  little too long. his lips formed a smile as his heart seemed to burst out in warmth at the sight of you all cuddled up and passed out on the passenger seat of his car.

‘works like a charm’ he thought, slowing down so he could grab the hoodie he had left on the back seat and drape it around your body. his unoccupied hand found its way to one of your own, interlacing your fingers as he turned around the block directly to your house.

𐙚 blue's corner ;; happy 1/27 !! i wanted to post one of the boys and get out of my writers block so this is my official attempt to do that (also an apology for the last ty post). i miss him more than i can describe, TY COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU also thank you to my babies vicky and my wife for beta reading<333 𐙚 taglist ;; @neozon3nha @winwintea @spacejip @dudekiss3r @yizhrt @lyvhie @morkiee @astrasng @taroddori 𐙚 back to the masterlist. 𐙚 please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

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[mikodrawnnarratives]

revelator spoilers

oh right this is a much later episode with tons of missing context kjlfsdjklsd got it

or this is later in the episode?

THEY GAVE HIM ABS????????????? DID HE HAVE ABS OUTSIDE OF CHATNOIR BEFORE???????

someone give him a hug

THE BEST FRIENDSSSS

klJLKFDSJKL:DSF

awwwwww ljkfsdjkldasf cuties looks like Marinette's gotten better at not stuttering to heh

i'm intrigued by this direction for the episode actually

ALSO BAKER GIRL REAL the social media au's will love this

oh dear

SOCIAL MEDIA AU REALLLLLLLLLL

they are so good parents i love them

huh.

oh jesus christ

JKLFSDJKLDFSLKJ:SDF

BAKER DAUGHTER REALLLL

this episode is for the social media au creators

Ik it's likely they just needed SOMEONE to give into the lies but plagg? really? i have a hard time believing HE would fall for it, he's around Adrien all the time AND HE KNOWS SHE'S LADYBUG??????????? LADYBUG WOULDN'T DO THAT??

idk weird choice at least Plagg believing doesn't last longer than a minute

Aww Alya's alarm at Adrien blaming himself 🥺

also paw themed aww

i love alya being the social media knowledgeable one ngl it makes me think of how she's written in Drowning in plain sight (i think it's called that) by buggachat and i love that that hit the nail on the head for her

the poor fools, adrien's in love and marinette is naive and alya knows where this is going

good 👏parents👏

girl you'd have even bigger issues if you had told the truth

well maybe not you and more Adrien would have issues

i don't want to see any of you claiming this man is a bad father ever again

ALSO GORILLA IS THERE TOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THIS IS SERIOUS AND THIS DICKHEAD IS DEFINITELY GONNA EDIT THEM TO TWIST THE TRUTH BUT THIS FRAMING IS MAKING ME LAUGH SO FUCKING HARD JKLFDSJKLDFJLKFDLKJ:SDFKJL:

Tom and gorilla kljfdlkjsdjkldfs

well shit i already know how this is gonna go

THEIR MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUNDDDDD

also istg i don't know what the laws are in paris over slander but she'd have so much ground to sue in the US

fucking called it

you got him monologuing!

I'd say uh oh there might be laws against recording without his knowledge BUUUUUTTTT they could pursue action on the slander so it might not go far

HAHAHA buuut episode's not over yet, hopefully him becoming an akumatized villain won't try to force in a "you shouldn't do that marinette!" message

waiiitttt a goddamn minute

?!

no way it's the same guy but relation????

imma continue in a reblog

[palmersluvr]

can we plzzzz talk about that picture of him shirtless on the rocks where he’s looking down. and it’s got kind of an orangish filter on it. bc he looks so fucking good. i can’t believe we don’t talk about it more often.

his arms lifted up a lil bit making him look extra broad

his fucking chest and his nipples (i literally need to suck them) and the way the backpack straps like frame his chest.

oh my god and his shoulders. i just got shivers. his armsssss

and then of course his abs. and the fucking HAIR. the trail leading down into his shorts.

he’s so perfect it hurts

i know exactly what pic ur talking about and i DONT HAVE IT!! if anyone has it please send it to me. pleaseeee

in that pic it looks like he’s got the same physique as the drone pic and u guys all know how i feel about drone pic lu 😣😣

istg that man is so beautiful, imagine calling him beautiful to his face 😣

[mostlyghostlyy]

Thinking about soft domestic moments with kobble too… waking up next to him (on his stupid sheets). He’s been awake for hours laying there with you in his arms trying not to disturb you. Showering with him and he would be so distracted by you the hot water would be gone before you can even wash your hair. Running errands with him and singing in the car! Relishing in the awful looks you’d get from anyone in public.

Oh my god i am so soft for him.

He's lying awake for hours, just gazing at you. There's not much light in the basement, but that's okay. His eyes can adjust. Dale might purposefully try to get up before you, just so he can lay next to you and observe your sleeping frame. It fills him with a warm sensation, something one could only equate to love. Gently ghosting his hands over your face, over the arc of your nose, and grazing over your lips.

Dale loves lying there with you when you're awake, too. The morning and night chats before starting and ending the day are some of his most cherished. All tucked in and huddled together. Nights, he enjoys listening to you reading aloud (if that's something you do), and likewise, he will sing you his version of a lullaby to end the night. He loves late night conversations with you. Seemingly, the more raw subject matter is acknowledged in the later hours. Morning hours are lazy and groggy cuddling before he reluctantly lets you out of his grip, ready to start the day.

Late night routines with Dale would be chaotic, but would soon fall into a comfortable rhythm. He has his routine, and you have yours, but occasionally the two overlap. He insists on you brushing his hair every night, and might pout if you forget. First time you ask to brush his hair, he pounces on the chance. Sitting, oh-so sweetly on the edge of the bed, eyes shut and head leaned back while you gently work out the snarls and tangles. Compliment how soft and pretty his hair is afterwards, and he’s tackling you on the bed and giving you kisses as gratitude.

Cook him food!!! He would cry!! It's so domestic and soft, something he’s just not used to. Dale will cling to you while you’re cooking, rubbing his face against your hair, quiet words of appreciation purred into your ear. It is extremely difficult to cook with a needy man latched onto you. Give him things to do to offset some of his energy, and he is happy to help! Dale might occasionally make you breakfast in bed. Super basic meal of eggs, toast, and coffee. It's his way of trying to add domestic bliss through a sweet gesture. A sincere smile is all the thanks he’d need.

Running errands with him would be so much fun istg. Trust him to create the shopping list, and it would be pretty much impossible to follow. I can not see this man running a successful grocery shopping operation. Once the list is made, it's almost like a scavenger hunt to Dale. He would be bringing back the items to you, displaying them proudly, and expecting a reward for his hard work. This man has no social anxiety, so if there was something you were looking for and couldn't find, he is locating the nearest employee for help or to complain. I just feel like he would have so many random stories and things to say, I would love to take him shopping. Loves going to any appointments you schedule, waiting in the lobby of a doctor's office or dentist for you to finish. Staring off into space like a weirdo. You might get a lot of weird looks from receptionists, but he doesn't care. He is there to support you! (he hates leaving you alone anywhere)

Anytime you step foot in Dale's car I can guarantee there is music playing, and he is singing to it. If you know the lyrics and join in, he would be ecstatic. His smile wide and genuine while you both scream the words, his eyes glancing between the road and you're nodding head. I think he would feel the most loved here, secure and connected in the relationship. He feels adequate for your devotion, nothing but deep fondness for these moments. He might not even sing, occasionally enjoying listening to you. Etching your sound into his mind, so he can freely recall it whenever he wishes.

[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

Unicron is ultimate cosmic boogyman and it's great and I rlly couldn't resist getting him in the lore-

The opening scene for this chapter is decently inspired by that one scene in TF kingdom with the disk bs. I like giving him both those intense and subtle notes. It's really the TFP vs Armada for me again lol.

Other than that fun stuff, the rest of the chapter is Starscream interacting with Jackie and a couple of the Maltos. Our lad is struggling so much with all the slag he's got in his processor. It was /so/ gd tricky writing this chapter with it's style of pacing and reflecting his fragged up mental state with him being dissociated and jumping between points in time in his head. Navigating the other's character's behavior and his towards it is certainly wild af too istg.

This chap got so long-

Previous Chapter: Obligation

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: Distractions

Chapter 14: Not All Scars Can Be Welded

There was this surrounding, choking, all consuming pressure. Then, Starscream’s optics fell upon the planet-sized force looming before him. He was capable of nothing but to stand in limbo amongst the shards of metal, rock, and dim stars who were the only promise of anything else beyond this carnage.

It was Unicron. 

This couldn’t possibly be real. The Planet Eater, Chaos Bringer, harbinger of doom, and twin to Primus himself. Here? Now? Impossible. Yet his cursed spark dared to foolishly argue otherwise.

Starscream squinted into the light emanating from the serrated pit that illuminated him, and someone else. Meridian. That wretched creature in the state he’d been when he should have perished. Hardly human at all, with all his disgusting augmentations, combining what bit of organics he had left within his mechanical frame. It was impressively worse than his original body. Mandroid indeed. He should have stayed in that smelting pit where he belonged. 

Unfortunately, Meridian remained. Talking with Unicron. As if the pest could offer anything to a god. 

What were they saying?

Against Starscream’s better judgement, he attempted to drift closer. Although he still made certain to find a sizable asteroid to hide behind. Perhaps they were distracted, and hadn’t noticed him yet.

“There is no need for you to come here yourself, Unicron.” Meridian was apparently attempting to uselessly plead his case. “With what power you have given me now, we are perfectly capable of ridding Earth of any remaining Cybertronians. That is all that matters.”

His answer was a chaotic cacophony of hissed whispers that could hardly be parsed out from one another. Some words. Some screams. Some cracks that Starscream could practically feel what, or who, they belonged to. The noise attempting to strangle his processor with its weight. 

Then, a proclamation distinguished itself with cold certainty. 

“You fail to comprehend my purpose. Meridian.” 

There was a chilling silence. Starscream had gripped his optics and forced them shut. But he could still see it. Those whispers too, still reverberating in his audials.

…

Then suddenly came Meridian’s voice in turn, croaking out his demand yet again. The ignorant fool. “Your purpose is no concern of mine. I only need you to help me destroy those Transformers. MY purpose, is to rid the human race of their vile influence. The destruction of Earth as a whole is hardly an option. If you want to devour a planet, why don’t we go for Cybertron? Surely that would be more worthwhile.”

 “I will spare your pathetic planet, IF…you destroy the Matrix.”

The Matrix? Why would Unicron make any sort of bargain with this mandroid? Did the Matrix of Leadership hold power that threatened even the Chaos Bringer himself? 

A flicker of amusement came to Starscream at the thought of Unicron being afraid of a glorified, privileged trinket. What, would the Prime opening his chest plate to flashbang them into oblivion all it would take? He couldn’t help but laugh. Out of all the powers of the Primes, and Primus himself; that was what the Planet Eater was fixating himself on now? Sure, Optimus Prime was insufferable, but Starscream thought it absurd that he’d again be set to be a savior against the oldest evil in Cybertronian history. 

“Of course.” Meridian stated with falsely placed confidence and a trace of annoyance. “I’ll make sure to leave nothing left of them, this time.” 

Such promises. 

Did this arrogant hunk of flesh and scrap really believe he had the capability of doing such a thing? Starscream hadn’t been able to destroy the Autobots with the power the corrupted stone had given him. How dare this fool think he could do any better. What advantage did he think he had? The pathetic glitch was only a figment of Starscream’s impressive imagination. With what army? With what weaponry? Clearly Mandroid’s plan had only gone so far as “I want them dead” and nothing towards how he was even going to accomplish it. If he thought that he’d suddenly be able to single handedly take the Prime and the others down–just because he had weaseled his way into Starscream’s circuits by some will of Unicron–he was going to have a rude awakening. 

Starscream wasn’t going to be a part of this nonsense. This story his processor was concocting in his recharge this time was certainly a unique one, but hardly believable. He was quite certain now that this was only an odd nightmare. Visions of Unicron and this Mandroid conspiring some slag about the Matrix? Please. Ridiculous. How unrealistic can you get?

He didn’t need to stay here. How did lucid dreaming work again? Did he only have to think of a door or–

“S t a r s c r e a m.”

Meridian was gone. Starscream was now where he had been instead. Right in front of Unicron. And getting closer. Like he was the next in line to be devoured. 

Unicron spoke Starscream’s designation like it was a javelin made of frozen titanium. Sent straight through the spark, and pulling him forward as it remained locked inside his frame. Forcing his attention directly into that Primus damned Pit. Clicks of those jagged spires within Unicron’s maw were like ticks of a metronome for the encore of harsh whispers echoing from within it. Talking directly to him. The chaotic bouts of knowledge urged themselves to be known in a way a parasite ached to feed on its host. Taking more than anything that was given. It constricted any of Starscream’s own thoughts with only this visceral, impending promise. With a command that aimed to carve its way into his code. 

He didn’t want to hear it.

It wasn’t real. 

Unicron wasn’t real. He refused to believe any of what he was seeing would happen. It couldn’t. He wouldn’t be a part of it.

“Y o u  W I L L  s e r v e  y o u r  p u r p o s e.  T h e r e  i s  N O  e s c a p i n g  i t  S t a r s c r e a m.”

No.

This…WAS real.

And yet. As his optics and audials burned and glitched wildly to spite him. As his vents refused to open. As he felt the sickening sound of the entrance of the destroyer’s mouth closing behind him. 

Starscream ripped his helm from his servos, and as soon as he truly witnessed what was inside with unwanted clarity; he woke up.

***

Starscream shot straight to attention with a sharp gasp paired with an intense need to transform, and jet out of wherever he was now. But when he attempted to do so, his systems countered the command as soon as the blasted thing on his ped got in the way. Instead, his thrusters sputtered and launched him back against a wall.

The crimson lightning was flickering erratically, some of it taking on an oddly more violet hue. Starscream attempted to focus on his servo, feeling out the solid surfaces at his wings and peds. Then began refocusing his optics to what was around him. The berth in this ridiculous room the Malto’s made him. The posters with his seekers and that one with Megatron getting shot in the faceplate. That stupid Bumblebee lamp he now recognized he held a shard of. There were those two human adults, too. Twitch, and the hum of her rotors. She was holding a rather protective stance in front of her guardians... 

Then there was Wheeljack. “Primus Starscream, ya always know how ta make an entrance, don't cha?” His servo was extended carefully at a respectable distance with no weapon in sight. “Ya really gotta stop tryna break my things as soon as I fix ‘em, y’know.” Wheeljack nodded to the device that’d interrupted Starscream’s escape. Right…

He stared blankly at the servo and the mech attached to it. There was a mech attached to it. Starscream was in the Malto’s underground residence. The future still plagued his processor, no better than the past. Yet what he needed, was the present. He needed to know that THIS was what was real. No Megatron. No Unicron. 

Starscream’s wings shuttered and he managed a shaky in-vent. That strange strategy Hashtag had shown him, could only do so much it seemed. It was painfully hard to focus. He felt numb. While at the same time like he could purge his tank at one wandering thought. So, he tightly gripped the sharp fragment of that porcelain lamp until he could feel a light drip of energon from his digits, while he lifted the other in an undecided attempt at taking Wheeljack’s offer. Part of him wanted to know with concrete certainty that it wasn’t an illusion. Another dreaded the thought of the potential, undesired answer. 

So he hesitated. Locked in place. His gaze focused on scrutinizing Wheeljack’s faceplate. Searching for a clear solution that could give him the confidence to take that chance. It shouldn’t be so hard. Starscream was air commander, and leader to the Decepticons; he could take a mech’s fragging servo. It’s never killed anyone before. Wheeljack was harmless enough anyway. Unless he had a shock switch in his palm or somehow rigged it to blow. Although the former sounded far more like something Skywarp had done. There should be nothing to worry about. Acknowledging this mech’s non-threatening gesture wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“You alright…? Are ya gonna take my servo or what? Did ya knock your processor loose again?” Wheeljack fidgeted as he was apparently not too fond of the staring contest that Starscream was clearly winning. “Y’know ya gotta get up for me ta take a look at that.”

Starscream shuttered his optics and finally took hold of Wheeljack’s servo, who instantly helped pull him up from his awkward position. Even moving to intercept when Starscream faltered with a wave of dizziness. It was odd. Not just the uncomfortable air of concern, but the physical contact itself. He was led back to the berth to sit down again, and he began to recognize the toolbox and energon pack hovering nearby on a cart. That was why Wheeljack was here. Starscream had gotten into an altercation with Megatron, of course he’d needed repairs…

He released the lamp shard and remembered how his servo hadn’t been there in his last memory file before he went offline. Now, the only thing wrong with it was his minor, self-inflicted cut. Starscream distantly wondered if his buzz saw had been replaced. When he attempted to transform it out–nothing. Unfortunate, but unsurprising. 

Wheeljack took the shard and gave him a firm look. “I’m gonna need ya ta say something Screamer. I ain’t exactly an expert on processor damage, but your helm was pretty banged up there. You can hear what I’m saying right?” Twitch, too, flew up to land on Wheeljack’s shoulder and held an inquisitive, expectant expression.

Starscream looked up at them and attempted to operate his vocalizer. He couldn’t have forgotten how to speak. That would be absurd. But he couldn’t think of the correct words. What was he supposed to say?

 “Uuuuhh…” After a ridiculous moment of frustrated confusion at such a simple thing, something clicked, and he finally remembered. “Yes! Yes. I am…present. I’m fine. I’m sure your repairs were quite sufficient, Wheeljack. Although I will say I am surprised I have not found any experimental augmentation in place of my servo after your tinkering. How unlike you.” He smirked at the inventor with an air of disappointment, and a hope for any sort of entertaining conversation.

There was a predictable glint in Wheeljack’s optic at the prod. “Oh you bet I thought about it!” He pulled up his holoscreen and sifted through a slew of blueprints for potentially devastating or overly equipt servos. “Like this one! How cool would it be if you could have a built-in grappling hook?? A magnetizer ray? A projectile shield generator? Or! Or, get this. Each digit could activate a different function if you clicked it right! You could have a little blowtorch, a welder, a scalpel, a screwdriver with adjustable sizes, a laser pointer, a tiny little gun that shoots paint or condensed notecards–”

“Oh!” Twitch inserted herself in front of the screen excitedly to select a servo of her choice. “Don’t forget this one! A super stinger based off of Bee’s! It’d stasis lock ‘em for twice the time, and could have melty laser ultra charge mode!!”

Wheeljack sighed wistfully. “Aw but Prowl didn’t want me givin’ ya any more weapons. It’s a waste of a perfectly good opportunity to upgrade if ya ask me. I for one think that they should have allowed me to at least beta test my newest blaster model. I mean, what’s the fun in fixin’ things if ya ain’t gonna make em better?”

Starscream examined his plain servo again. He didn’t particularly have any urge to change it. He only wanted his own gear back. All the same, such additions could be quite interesting. “I couldn’t agree more. It truly is such a shame that they would continue to restrict your creative instincts in such a way. I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to offering my services, if you so wish.”

“Eh, eh. Don’t make it sound like a deal now. You know I can’t resist testing my tech; but even if it pains me, and I don’t like it, Prowl might have a point.” Wheeljack paused as he seemed to only be attempting to convince himself of this so that he wouldn’t defy his superiors orders. He squinted his optics, “About the weapons at least…”

“Yeah, I mean, Scream can’t really be trusted with a firearm—But you know who totally CAN handle it Dad 2??” Twitch fluttered next to Wheeljack’s faceplate with pleading, mischievous optics. “Me. It’s me. Please. I want a literal firearm. I need it.”

 “Oh nuh uh, young bot.” Dorothy spoke up as she came closer to them from the door, and looked up with a stern glare. “You are not getting a flamethrower or some unstable laser arm attached to you. Do you realize how dangerous that'd be? No. You are perfect the way you are. No experimental upgrades.”

Starscream scoffed. “What, do you not find her capable of operating anything more than a meager base form blaster? If she is not given the opportunity to even attempt it, it is quite insulting to assume. Sure, Wheeljack’s device could backfire, melt the rest of her arm off, or send her flying into oblivion; but isn't that the thrill of discovery? Why not let it play out.” He looked to Wheeljack expectantly. Such a remark would surely get him revving. If not in some form of defense, then perhaps he’d even agree with him. The explosive technician had always been one for pushing the boundaries of practicality. And, he knew it often came with the sacrifice of equipment through trial and error. A loss of a limb was nothing if only an annoying inconvenience. It’d be an informative experience for the little drone. 

Instead, Dorothy’s stupid conjunx inserted his extension to her opposition. “While I am just as excited about the idea of the stinger of the future–that does not sound safe. Couldn't you test it out from a distance? Or without attaching it to yourself?” 

Wheeljack hesitated a moment in contemplation. That was far more boring than his sudden bouts of incessant rambling. “I suppose my drones respond quite well to field testing. I don't see why not. Twitch could still be my assistant, from a safe distance.” He winked at her, and Starscream felt a touch offended at being ignored. 

He glared at those disgusting humans and an image flickered in his processor. Meridian as he was with G.H.O.S.T, and Mandroid as he was in the end. He was there one moment, and gone the next as Starscream adjusted his optics. Primus he needed to realign his attention on whatever stupid slag was being discussed beside him…

Twitch was apparently happy with that compromise, and now was energetically whirling around them in her alt mode. The others seemed to find something amusing. Then his servo was lifted by some force he didn’t immediately connect the source of. He felt that constricting, weightless pressure again. He tried to focus on the material being wrapped around the insignificant injury, but his digits felt strange. He gripped the edge of the birth until he could finally feel the scrapes his claws dug into the metal.

The clicks in his audials suddenly turned to snaps of another mech’s digits. “Hey now, stay with us here Screamer. I really gotta take another look at your helm.” Wheeljack reached for a scanner and dent detailer. “Twitch asked ya a question.”

Starscream blinked to shake the odd lighting and blurriness from his optics. “What?” 

“I asked what happened with you and Megs!” Twitch abruptly popped up far too close to his faceplate with her servos on her hips as she leaned forward.

He flinched and instinctively pushed her away. “Why don’t you ask him? It’s not as if you will believe my tale of events anyway.”

Twitch scoffed with a rev of her rotors and crossed her arms in a huff. “Maybe I will if you’re gonna be a jerk about it!”

“Hold on Twitch.” Dorothy of course needed to assert her own opinion on the matter. Clearly she was gearing up a backhanded affirmation of her bias for her pet warlord. “Starscream, we still want to know your side on the matter. If we’re going to make this work, we need to be able to trust each other, be honest, and work it out when bad things happen.” 

Or…not? Why would Megatron’s agent be interested in playing the part of an impartial judge? What was this slag? Make WHAT work? He still couldn’t figure out what this even was! They say one thing, then flip around with some other fragging angle like they couldn’t even decide what they’re own intentions were! He wasn't the one misunderstanding these things. Right? No. No, they just…were trying to mess with him. This was some sort of trap. 

He’d love to play along, really. His first instinct had been to do just that when he’d first entered this little box of familial load of scrap. But it was an impossible charade to keep up for long. They wouldn’t believe him. Especially if he constantly got hung up on every little nonsensical sentiment they threw at him.

Starscream again found difficulty in parsing out the words from all those chaotic bouts of data in his processor. “...You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?” Wheeljack retorted plainly as he reached over to meddle around with Starscream’s helm. “The whole point of this is for ya to eventually come on our side, right?”

“You expect me to believe that’s what you all are doing this for!?” He smacked away Wheeljack’s servos and attempted to stand, but only fumbled a bit of distance between them on the berth. “All for your sudden interest in becoming allies!? This only came about because you realized that I wouldn’t remain a passive prisoner so easily. With whatever had infected my spark from Quitus’ blasted Emberstone, you’re afraid of me. Admit it. And you couldn’t think of any better way of keeping me in line than this slag! I’m not stupid. You can’t–” He was shaking again with those sparks of lightning being incapable of deciding whether they wanted to be crimson or violet, and he choked out a laugh. “You can’t make me believe this again. I…I know Megatron only wants me around to–to be his–I–all any of you want is to control me for your own goals! Well I don’t! And if I said that I was only trying to gain some distance between myself and that deranged tyrant, you’d call me a coward. If I said that I had only defended myself, you’d justify his actions like everyone always does. Because, oh right, it must have been Starscream’s fault–Megatron never lashes out unprovoked! I TOLD him to leave me alone! HE NEVER LISTENS!”

Wheeljack held his servo’s up defensively. “It’s alright Starscream, calm down. We’re listenin’, promise. Ya don’t needa yell. I’m right next to ya.”

Starscream put his own servo up to his helm and forced his vents to cycle in a rhythm he tapped out with a digit. He was calm. He was a professional at keeping his Primus damned composure. They were the unreasonable ones. 

But…it wasn't growing into a screaming match. Wheeljack wasn't throwing any of his tools. Dorothy, for whatever reason, had actually advocated for hearing him out. That just didn't make sense. It all didn’t feel right. It was wrong. They were…wrong. 

“I’m not yelling.” He snapped defiantly, and maybe he had been, but no one ever heard him otherwise.

“But–Megs HAD to go and get you ‘cause you ran off!” Twitch sounded confused and upset, even as she began to detail that same slag yet again. Now that made more sense. “You guys didn’t have to fight about it! Megatron wouldn’t–”

Then, Dorothy interjected again. “I know Megatron is better with his fists than his words on some days, and I know you two have quite the history of this sort of thing. So, it sounds like you weren’t even trying to defy our arrangement, but just got spooked and bolted when Megs showed up. Is that right?”

Did she really…well, even if she did, clearly all it would take was one little thing for her to show where her allegiances lied once again. All the same, he felt a different sort of pain within him at the thought. He wanted so desperately for anyone to listen to him, to understand. He’d thought Hashtag had understood, but now he wasn’t sure where they stood, and couldn’t shake the feeling that it was his fault. Like he ruined one good thing he could have had with her. Now, his helm and spark was a slagging mess, and he couldn’t do it again. He didn’t want to sabotage even the mere chance that…maybe this human might actually be more than he first thought. As unbelievable as it may be.

Starscream couldn’t look away from her. It was absurd. He couldn’t get himself to respond. He didn’t want to admit he feared Megatron. He didn’t want to appear weak. He was already shaking and probably looked stupid. 

He tried to straighten his posture and pull his servo from his helm to tightly grip the other on his lap. He fixed his wings to be neutral. Everything was still spinning, but he could handle it. He could answer them, and maybe Twitch could achieve a similar understanding as her guardian. 

“...Something like that.” Starscream adjusted his expression to be professional, paired with his calculated presentation. His claws began to dig into the minute lacerations through the patch, and it aided in focusing his processor. “I had assumed he was here to enact some sort of repercussions for my lackluster performance in this whole redemption slag. Surely I’ve crossed off a plethora of deplorable actions over the course of this trial period. Attacking Bumblebee that one time over a stupid game…I’m sure plenty other things as well with whatever parameters you discussed with him when I arrived. Although he certainly doesn’t often require an excuse to toss canonfire in my direction. So, my intent was to avoid that, then my condition instigated things. A warning shot does not equate to an invitation.” His vocalizer was distant, although he could still clearly define it as his own, which was an oddly comforting thought. 

“I…guess that makes sense.” Twitch looked uncomfortable as she folded her arms across her chest plate in a similar manner Hashtag often did. “But he wasn't going to do that. You haven't been THAT bad. I expected worse honestly.” Her snark returned with a smirk as she tilted her helm.  

Dorothy sighed. “I admit I did as well. THAT was what me and Megatron had been discussing that day. He was actually trying to convince me to give you a chance, Starscream. Calm my nerves. I was…hesitant to let you near my family.” She held onto her conjunx’s servo more tightly, and he returned her cue by leaning closer before watching Starscream carefully again. “But, I agreed because it seemed important to him. And…I remembered what I had told Nightshade. Everyone deserves a second chance. I promise that we aren't keeping score of every little thing you do. As long as no one gets hurt, you are allowed to be, eeh… well. You. We’re all navigating this “redemption slag” the best we can.”

“Yeah! Megatron isn't gonna beat you up for calling Uno stupid, that’d be dumb!” Oh the little drone would be quite surprised to hear the stupid things that had elicited that reaction from her beloved buckethead. 

 “Ah yes, it would. Wouldn't it?” Starscream acknowledged Twitch’s ridiculous comment before turning his attention back to the human. He had to force his wings to be neutral again when they attempted to tense with that Primus damned electricity behind him. “It’s equally difficult for me to believe that a human would be so willing to offer such patience, and not jump at the chance to put a bot in their place. It seems to be so invigorating for you, after all.” Mandroid glitched across his optics again, and he glared at the spector as he gripped his servo more harshly. 

Dorothy’s faceplate wrinkled in an odd way. Perhaps she was offended. “G.H.O.S.T doesn't represent all of us. They're gone for a reason.”

Wheeljack was beginning to pack up his tools. “Yeah those folks were quite the control freaky type. Always in my business and worryin’ bout my inventions like I was trying to blow us all up or something.” 

“And Dr. Meridian was…troubled.” Alex added. “While I may not like you Starscream, I’d never enjoy inflicting that sort of punishment. That's just wrong. Although I am certainly not above grounding a grown bot if I have to!” 

“I’m already grounded.”

That made the human falter. “What? No you're–well–were we going to ground him for running away?” He looked to his conjunx for guidance. 

Dot blinked in confusion before coming back to her senses. “No. No, it was just a misunderstanding. Honey–” She was apparently actually referring to Starscream with such a ridiculous pet name. Humans were full of surprises– “grounding is like when you lose privileges after doing something wrong. Like when Mo and Thrash broke her window, we took their electronics away. That sorta thing.”

Starscream squinted his optics. “That still sounds quite accurate to my current level of restrictions.”

Twitch began to laugh. What about this was so funny? “OH MY GOD HE IS! Screamer’s grounded!” She began to absolutely lose it over this revelation. Did she have a screw loose?

“Huh…” Dorothy also seemed to be doing quite the equation. Her effort to correct Starscream on his knowledge of their terminology, only seemed to make her question her own. “I guess…wow.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her helm, looking a bit amused herself. “Okay, I guess that's about right. Theeeen the worst you’re gonna get is a timeout in your room or something, I don’t know.” This made Twitch laugh louder. “If anything, we’re just going to talk about it. Alright? There's no hitting each other. We use our words in this family.”

“Hm. Unless you count Megatron under that classification, I’m not convinced.” Starscream crossed his arms. Tapping a digit to an irregular rhythm as soon as he felt himself drifting again. 

“I promise Megatron isn’t going to hurt you. He just wants to talk. We were actually discussing before you woke up about deciding on a good time you two could try and figure things out. He really does want to fix things, and regrets what he’s done in the past. You just have to give him a chance.” She seemed…genuine. Even so, it was a foolish wish for him and Megatron to come to any sort of understanding.

Starscream scoffed and rolled his optics. “Megatron feeling any sort of regret for his actions? You’re joking. The slagger is a professional at rationalizing any inane decision he makes. He might want to talk to me, but I certainly do not wish to speak with him.” A malicious grin grew on his faceplate. “Let the mech suffer if he so desperately wishes to bask in my presence. I don’t owe him anything.”

Dorothy looked disappointed. “We won’t push it on you if you aren’t ready. But you two do need to talk at some point. You know you can’t avoid him forever.”

Then, as Wheeljack was beginning to exit the room, he was intercepted by Twitch. “Aw, are you leaving already??”

Wheeljack and Starscream locked optics as a moment of pause permeated the room. “‘Fraid so Twitch. My work here is done and I still got plenty of things to do back at base.” He looked away and disappeared around the corner with his supplies in servo. “You’re welcome to come with if ya want.”

Twitch looked to her guardians for permission. “You guys okay with uh…Can I?” She gestured back towards her mentor with a clear want to follow but laden with uncertainty.

Dorothy nodded. “You have fun dear, we’ll be fine here.”

Twitch hesitated another moment before disappearing as well.

“Heh.” Starscream chuckled as he leaned down with a servo on his knee to get a better look at the two humans he was now left alone with. “Confident little creatures, aren’t you? Do you not realize how easily I could crush you right now?” This only strengthened his assumption that this room wasn’t some innocent little box for him to stay in. Why else would they feel so secure? Or perhaps they simply underestimated him. That would be a fatal mistake.

Dorothy crossed her arms and looked unimpressed. “You won’t do it. You’re smarter than that.”

She was right. Although Starscream still leaned back again in a hint of surprise.

“Now. I’ll let Megatron know that you aren’t ready. We’ll just focus on making things better between us here. You still need to make up for what you did, and we will help you get it right. For now…how are you feeling?” 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Alex was the one to answer. “If you don’t tell us when something’s wrong, or explain your…different thought processes; we can’t help.”

“Plus, it’s to show that we care how you’re doing.” Dororthy added, “Y’know, encourage a bit of that “think about other people’s feelings” biz that Bee was trying to tell you about.”

“That’s an odd thing to fret over in words.” Starscream flicked his servo dismissively. “I already said I’m fine. What else do you want?”

“More than just an “I’m fine”, maybe?” Dorothy gave him a bit of sass with a grin like they were having some sort of banter.

 “An extensive list of my condition would be excessive. I’m sure such a thing would only bore you.”

“Try me.”

Starscream attempted to analyze any hint of deception in her stance. Anything that would allude to an ulterior motive. Surely this gesture couldn’t be as plain as she made it out to be. Besides, he still couldn’t understand why she cared. A flat assurance that one’s state of functioning was stable, was satisfactory enough. Why would it matter the specifics? He was operational, that’s what mattered. Sure, things weren’t exactly optimal, but expressing such things only served as a show of weakness. He wasn’t going to give her any details that she could use against him. Yet clearly she wasn’t about to back down. So what could he say to get her off his back about this “feelings” slag?

“...I…admit I am a byte shaken by recent events. My current situation isn’t exactly one I had anticipated. Certainly FAR from anything I would like. Your bunch of brats are constantly either avoiding me, or throwing any amount of scrap in my faceplate they find amusing. Or would you rather me say how absolutely delighted I am for this gracious opportunity?” He quirked an optical ridge and crossed his legs with a servo to his cockpit. “Your unyielding hospitality knows no bounds! My fleshy little friends. I’m sure that my accursed spark will be righted in no time with such noble creatures at my disposal.”

Dorothy shook her head, a note of fondness growing in her expression. “Yeah, sure, alright Screamer. We’ll work on that.” She and her conjunx began to leave as well. That was far from the expected response.

He wasn’t quite sure what he HAD expected. Annoyance? Defensiveness? A proclamation of his response being horrid, and dissatisfactory? Perhaps he had expected for their conversation to escalate in some way that would require him to up his suck up meter. Or throw a bit of extra shade their way. Not such an artless statement alluding to some assurance of improvement! Bland is what it was. Bumblebee was far better at this.

Then she continued from the doorway, “Why don’t you get some rest? You’re welcome to join us outside when you’re ready. But don’t push yourself. Bee has a small stash of energon in Nightshade’s lab. If you want any, just don’t go and hoard it all or something.” 

“Yes, yes. Stealing bad, and whatever else it is you are insinuating.”

She rolled her optics at him with a grin before the two humans vanished from view just like the others. He’d attempted to keep them in sight as long as he could. Part of him didn’t want to be left alone with his thoughts. Sitting here, alone, in this blasted room didn’t sound particularly relaxing. He’d much rather DO something. Perhaps he would take them up on the offer to get some fresh air.

Embarrassingly, as soon as he tried yet again at the effort of standing on his own, his stabilizers immediately flared warnings in his processor that sent him crashing down. He couldn’t possibly be this disoriented still. That was pathetic. 

Starscream maneuvered towards the wall, and used it to guide his direction as he stood. Then traced it towards the exit. At the very least, he could scope out that energon to store some of it away in his berth’s compartments. Not enough to be overtly obvious, but enough to ensure that if they decided to withhold fuel as a means of indirect punishment in the future, he’d be prepared. 

He needed something to focus on outside of all the useless slag riddling his processor. Anything else. He didn’t care what it was. After he acquired his stash of fuel, perhaps he could find some sort of object he could lean on for the surface. It needed to be inconspicuous of course. It wasn’t like he needed assistance walking…maybe he’d just rely on structures for stability instead. 

There was no Megatron. No Unicron.

Things actually seemed to be improving. Somehow, he seemed to be winning the favor of that odd human femme. This might not be going as badly as he thought. Maybe he could work with them. A strange thought indeed, but not a new one.

He just needed to not think about everything that could go wrong.

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 57 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 3 | lesson 56.1 | lesson 56.2 | lesson 57.2 | lesson 58.1 | lesson 58.2

when this goes up i'm gonna be mid interview for an internship at a music publishing house 🤠 wish me luck y'all

also the next few lessons are probably gonna be a bit more pessimistic in tone simply bc i'm bitter about the game ending 😭 i'm so sorry

for context we fell off of babel

WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING 😭 y'all i'm actually so upset. like there's so many loose ends and instead of tying any of them up, we're getting some meta dream sequence shit about mc being in the celestial realm. can we address the problems at hand ??? I BEG

if this ends up being raphael's dream and not mc's dream i will retract some of my statement. SOME, not all

imagine this is some bullshit where they go back in time AGAIN oh i'd end it all if i was mc

also i never noticed this before, but why are the boys' angel designs the only ones that have halos ?? where are simeon and luke and raphael's halos ??? is it a choice thing, an age thing, a "lucifer made me" thing ???

i retract some of my statement.

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....nvm i don't retract shit. i just realized what they're doing

raphael feels like he's losing the brothers and simeon just like the players irl feel like we're losing them since the game isn't being updated anymore. i'm gonna make a bigger post about this later bc i have a lot of mixed feelings about this rn

this did get a good chuckle outta me i can't lie 😭😭

poor luke just wants to be appreciated

satan dealing with asmo's constant doting bc satan's his favorite

i do think it's cute how the boys with wings are holding everyone who doesn't have wings though. it kinda feels like a representation of which brothers are the backbone of the family and, at the same time, which brothers are the hardest on themselves because of that self-induced and externally expected to be the glue that holds everything together

i don't want this to be too long so i split this up into another post

...the way that they're alluding to the LAST THING i wanted to happen. isgt if they turn simeon back into an angel after all this buildup i'm ending it all

is this supposed to be the physicsl manifestation of a bridge between the 3 realms ?? if that's the case, is that not already mc ??? and how were mc and lucifer already on the same page ????

after all of this, istg if i don't see michael in the next frame someone's getting their ass beat. and by someone i mean solmare

for legal reasons this is a joke

i knew it. called this shit when they first got to babel back in lesson 50...something. i don't remember. but i called it

also raphael not knowing how to get home doesn't and doesn't make sense. i feel like the seraphims should know the ins and outs of this stuff that they're put in charge of or the more important things associated with the celestial realm in general as a safety measure

unless raphael was never in charge of who could and couldn't enter babel at all, since we all know it was michael in disguise when they went to babel the first time

but how did it fall that deeply under his control from a wish? how did the wish last for that long? how was it that vivid? this is why i wish the game wasn't ending bc i need answers

and god PLEASE let michael be the one to send them home. if we don't get a michael design by the end of the game i might have to ki-

...ofc the responsibility falls on mc. again. despite the fact that they were literally just put through hell and back just to get raphael out of his own head. totally makes sense.

and the fact that THIS is how they're wrapping up the magic sickness arc is so...

no struggle, no growth, just wham bam and done bc the game is ending

there's only one of two options

1. he's michael

2. he's an angel (...again)

3. he's a demon

if it's anything OTHER than options 1 or 3 (but mainly 1) idk what i'm gonna do with myself. like i'm desperate. DESPERATE

pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepl-

ofc this is how they end the lesson. i can't keep doing this.

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Live Arcane Reaction; Act 3:

Ep 7: Thank god the killmonger cut only exist in the hell dimension- don’t let them give you a fuck ass cut Ekko.

Powder my princess- IS THAT VANDER’S FINE ASS

OH MY GOD MILO CLAGGOR!!!

Jayce my princess I never doubted you. I knew the Hexcore fucked you up girl🫶🏾

Goddammit every frame in this show is a painting

VI MY POOKIE BEAR WHY

There is something so heartbreaking about the Bridge of Progress being used as an actual progression between the two cities. An olive branch. What could have been.

Jayce istg they do not want you to be happy-

BRO HE JUST WANTED TO PLAY WITH SOME MAGIC-

“Viktor is the mage” theory you might just have merit

Arcane artists I will see you in HELL for that Viktor/Jayce parallel of them literally building themselves up, morphing their damaged bodies to move forward.

Ekko and Jinx girls enjoy your SCRAPS-

WHAT WE COULD OF BEEN GODDAMMIT! FUCK!!!!!

Actual fucking tears in my eyes- FUCK THEY COULD HAVE BEEN SO CUTE- also the hard cut to Jayce and the Hexcore glitching like TV glitches as the universe breaks down.

MY BOY JUST WANYES TO PLAY IN SOME MAGIC!

Thank god he didn’t die in that universe too I would have crashed out Powder deserves to be- SHE KEPT THE CRYSTAL!?

Ep 8: oh thank god my Pookies is alive- IS ANYTHING SACRED- why the fit kinda eat tho….

I need everyone to understand I was SO happy about Mel being alive that I barely understood anything those mages said. I was just happy my babygirl is alive. GOD THAT MAKES THE FLOWER IMAGERY IN THE OPENING MUCH BETTER.

I just remembered Isha is dead... FUCK HIEMERDINGER DIED TOO 😭

Nooo Vander- NO VIKTOR- nice to know I am not immune to indoctrination.

Huck cannot catch a break omfg

LORIS MY BELOVED 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Hi traitor- omg Cait cute hairstyle

The divorce is not going well for these two.

Jayce and Mel have not seen each other for god knows how long- DONT FUCKING YELL AT HER JUST CAUSE YOUR SITUATIONSHIP WENT SOUTH!

The throuple is back together and it’s TOXICCCC

I would just like to point out that when Viktor said this all started with Jayce, the parallels between Jayce and Ekko is still going. Like I could on for pages about these two at this point.

Fuck they made this Yaoi TOXIC-

FUCK THEY MADE THIS MAGIC TOXIC- is it wrong still stand by Viktor. Like I know he’s wrong but he’s so fine. Jayce and Viktor’s parallels, Jayce and Ekko- lord.

FUCKING FINALLY THE SISTERS ARE- well shit

Jayce and Mel, I never doubted this ship. I never doubted this relationship. I thought they were good for each, the rest of the world is just full of haters.

Sevika thank god they dumb bitches get on my nerves, I need someone with a functioning brain cell to lead us to salvation.

I’m gonna be on my fucking deathbed talking about the Zaunites joining Piltover to fight a battle they done have to, to save their homes- to make Progress.

Vi, it’s okay- OH MY GOD

Istg this show cannot- I’m- Ambessa my love I’m still reeling from the gays, give me a moment. VANDER MY LOVE NOOO! SINGED I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!

Oh fuck- we’re in it now

Ep 9:

EKKO THANK GOD- most stressful 3 mins of my life.

Honestly I don’t trust these dumb bitches at all. Jayce and Vi are like 2 for 2 on losing fights. Ekko save us Ekko. I had hope on Sevika but her leaving is so real. She has been let down by these people so many times- GERT NOOOOO

LORIS NOOOOOO

Thank god fish guy made it

Ambessa rises from the ashes like a demon- I KNEW IT I KNEW THAT BITCH WAS A TRAITOR!

GOD IS A WOMAN AND HER NAME IS MEL MEDARDA!!!

YEA JINX! SEVIKA IM SORRY I DOUBTED YOU QUEEN NEVER AGAIN I SWEAR!

There is something so special to me about piano boy being the one to make the shot. Like the smallest thing can make a difference, anyone can rise to the occasion.

Of course Ambessa is one step ahead

I have issues, I still think Viktor is so hot rn.

I know my girls are getting their asses beat rn but let’s appreciate they let the girls get down and dirty in a fight. No pretty fighting- my bitches scrap-

Bow your heads. We lost THE bad bitch today.

Omfg there’s still like 20 mins left

I should have known this plan was gonna go to shit the minute Jayce and Vi sat next to each other.

Praying for the salvation for my girl, Sevika I promised not to- FUCK

Ekko please save these idiots- SAVE US EKKO.

Jayce understanding that he was the soldier in the ash like yeah dummy- DID IT CLICK YET- Please let Viktor be the mage, I will not let this theory die.

Fuck I wanna side against Viktor but he looks gorgeous in the Arcane.

Oop Jayvik nation rise.

EKKO THANK GOD THATS MY BOY SAVIOR

HE WAS THE MAGE THE WHOLE TIME-

I’m actually in tears this isn’t a bit, like I’m actually crying

Viktor I never doubted you, I never forsaken you, I never hated you, I never turned against you, I never thought less of you. He could have actually succeeded and I would have stood by him.

Oh damn Jayvik nation rise for real, I was just joking the first time-

JINX I NEVER DOUBT- FUCK

This show is so beautiful, every scene a painting. Mel in all noxian gear while still wearing her purple eyeshadow, a mix of her roots but also the promise to move forwards and look ahead.

Yall im so fucking stressed and there’s only 3 minutes left.

No one talk to me for the next few days- I’m going through some shit okay-

[losergender]

you know what's timebomb coded? the entire home video album by lucy dacus released in 2021. (s2 act 3 spoilers ahead)

"you used to be so sweet, now you're a firecracker on a crowded street" -> from powder being a major sweetheart to jinx being (lovingly and not so lovingly) a pain in the ass that annoys everyone (and also literally carrying explosives around) | "led me to the floor even though i'm not a dancer" -> literally them dancing in ep7 | "how did i believe i had a hold on you? you were always stronger than people suspected, underestimated and overprotected" -> GUYS THIS IS LITERALLY EKKO TALKING ABOUT POWDER ISTG !!! "a hidden gem, my own goldmine, you had the wide and wild eyes" -> jinx eyes changing color and all "NOW YOU'RE THE BIGGEST BRIGHTEST FLAME, YOU ARE A FIRE THAT CAN'T BE TAMED, YOU'RE BETTER THAN EVER, BUT I KNEW YOU WHEN IT'S BITTERSWEET TO SEE YOU AGAIN" -> GUYS IS THIS NOT EXACTLY EKKO'S FEELINGS ABOUT JINX COME ON GUYS

the entire "first time" is peak "can we pretend like it's the first time?" | "YOU CAN'T FEEL IT FOR THE FIRST TIME A SECOND TIME" , "and how will i know if history repeats itself? how will I know when it's gonna come back around? how will i know? has my face changed, baby? how will I know?" this ekko after breaking free from the perfect dimension guys ,,, guys..

cartwheel guys. cartwheel. "FIREFLY juice on your skin / you're glowing like an ATOM BOMB" it's them it's them it's so them | "this natural thing that you've undone / outgrew older sister's clothes again / won't admit you're growing tall and thin" ekko watching her turn from powder to jinx from afar,,, | "i thought back to many years ago: a late-night promise on the telephone, we'd build a house of twigs and vines, grow old together just to pass the time // now there's only past and present day, i can't believe a word you say" EKKO WATCHING HER TURN EVIL FROM AFAR GUYS !!! WHILE STILL KEEPING FEELINGS !!!

thumbs it's ekko thinking about what silco has done to her. "i would kill him if you let me, i would kill him quick and easy, your nails are digging into my knee, i don't know how you keep smiling" / "you've been in his fist ever since you were a kid, but you don't owe him shit even if he said you did"

please stay. please stay is literally canon because he literally had to stop her from killing herself a good 5 times. "change your name, change your mind, change your ways, give them time [...] call me if you need a friend or never talk to me again, but please stay" like pleaseeee

and triple dog dare,,, "you're dancing in the aisle 'cause the radio Is singing you a song you know and the kid at the counter is gawking at your grace / i can tell what he's thinking by the look on his face, it's not his fault, I'm sure i look the same / it's what you do, but it's not you i blame" EP 7 TIMEBOMB GUYS | "you know i'll be seeking if you run and hide, if the door were to open, would you walk through the frame? if you're too afraid, it won't be you i blame" that's ekko trying to save her at some point | "i want you to tell me that you miss me, want you to hold and hurt and kiss me [...] it's a triple dog dare, you're a chicken if you don't" -> no explanation needed. | "i can fish for our food and you know how to start a flame, if you don't get out now, you'll only have yourself to blame" this is what he sounded like when he tried to save her from silco (bc i know he tried guys) "You said 'you have me there, if it's a triple dog dare'" bc tell me she is not the kind of person to do anything if it's a challenge. | "they put our faces on the milk jugs, missing children 'til they gave up [...] can't find the feeling of relief, nothing worse could happen now" -> ekko literally putting her face on the missing/dead poster, ekko disappearing in s2, jinx fleeing (she did not die guys trust me),,,

[cumulo-stratus]

Soaked in Adoration

(GIF NOT MINE)

Description: My HC's around spencer and bathing/showering with his partner

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of swearing, lemme know if theres anything else!

Flufftober Day 9: Bathing/Showering together

A/N: i know im still behind but i have this week off from school so expect more fics!

i think early season reid would be rly awkward around bathing together so you would let it happen at a natural pace

at first you would herd him to the bathroom and start the shower before leaving him to get undressed while you get him some PJ’s and unpack his go bag 

after he gets comfortable with that you start helping him get undressed 

you would run your hands across his tense frame, hoping to ease some of the tension in his shoulders and arms

he would whine quietly at the comforting touch 

and then you would let him get in the shower- and let him do his own thing 

but eventually spencer wanted more 

he would call for you usually at least once or twice every time stating he “needed a kiss” 

of course you would oblige before going back to what you were doing

eventually this lead to taking showers together after spencers cases 

now not only would you help him get undressed- he would help you get undressed 

sometimes you would have to remind spencer that he cant just hug you the entire time- he actually has to take a shower 

now for baths 

i think he would almost always prefer laying in your arms- not the other way around 

he would need to feel safe and protected yk

i also think he would love if you wash his hair/ play with his hair in like anyway 

like if you just run your fingers through his hair/finger comb it  he would practically whine <3

i think he wold be at his peak for loving it when he has really long hair in like season 5

i think he would also equally enjoy helping you get clean- spencer is the kinda guy that finds happiness in fulfilling the needs of his partner

like it would make him happy to see you all relaxed and wrapped up in a towel afterwards 

okay now for late season reid 

i think post prison reid would now much rather hold you- than be held at this point 

like he’d feel the need to protect you after seeing everything he did in prison- like he’d need to know your there kinda 

but he’d still be a big old softie when it comes to you playing with his hair 

he’d still fucking melt every time man istg 

like if you were taking a shower before work together and he “needs help” washing his hair you wouldn’t hesitate to lightly massage his scalp as you rub in the shampoo

he’d melt into you oml

i also think that after years of being together it would become happenstance to take a quick shower together before one of you guys has work, and especially if spencer has a case so you guys can spend the most possible time together before he leaves for sometimes almost a week 

[kamisama1kiss]

Just read your Descendants Lloyd AU, honestly props to the person who came up with it cause I love it so incredibly much!

Can you please do one where it comes out that Lloyd and Reader are a couple and everyone is all confused and surprised that the Garmadon boy has a soft spot for someone, causing weirded out looks, which makes him a little insecure.

Reader pries out of him what’s wrong and when he admits it, she reassures him that it’s all fine and than accidentally drops the L word and he’s so surprised and confused because THIS IS NEW

The way I just didn't want to stop writing on this idea, it was too cute 😭🙏 whoever you are has blessed my soul, istg! Didn't proofread, so be careful 😝

{!Gender neutral! With use of They/Them/Their}

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Lloyd Garmadon Descendents Au { Nervous lover boy }

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Walking next to him as they held up books for the next classes for the evening, “Hey, Lloyd?” they spoke out of the blue, looking up at him over their shoulder, seeing him already having his deep amethyst eyes gazed on their frame. "Yeah." simple answer from his side, seemingly he had been a tad distant more the last few days.

"If you're free today, could you maybe help me with an essay later today?” lifting a brow of curiosity with a tiny grin creeping up their features. Almost a hesitant of an answer, he looked around himself, checking for others listening ears and daggers of disgusted gaze.

“Yeah, I don't mind.” Finally, he answered, leaving them a tad confused, with the hesitation that lingers in his tone and actions. Even now, avoiding eye contact with them even, which felt odd coming from him out of all people. Their eyes looked around but quickly saw the glares alongside mumbling and pointing fingers at the duo.

It clicked now for them why he seemed more inverted than usual, at least to them, that is. “Why haven’t you -" but Lloyd silenced them before their words could continue. “How about we talk more later, yeah?” He spoke quietly yet fast before turning on the heel and walking the other way, leaving them behind.

Their expression falters as they watch him fade away into the crowd, head down, hands in pockets. They felt uneasy to say it simple. Looking back at their peers as they shushed between themselves while trying to hold back laughter.

This is a topic of discussion even if he wished for it or not. Sticking to their defeat this time around, gripping the books, thier eye turned down as a blanket of gloss filled the brim. Shaking it off for now as they continued on their next destination, class.

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They sat on his bed with book in hand and the boy himself next to them helping with reading, luckly Carlos, Dude and Jay had gone out with Mal and Evie. Giving the two of them the time and space, which is what they both had asked for.

Clock was ticking louder as their ears rang, lost focus minutes ago, breathing heavy heartedly. “Lloyd, we need to talk…” They started while removing their eyes from the filled pages, “..what was this morning?”

"Nothing, just remembered that Carlos wanted to chat with me about... the team" Shrugged his shoulders, never removing the focus on many of the words in the book. "You can be honest with me. I hope you know that." Placing a hand on top of his to show comfort.

Eye contact was almost immediately received from his side, "I do, just.. dont worry, kay?" Tilting his head to the side with his hair falling after him, almost looking like a puppy. "I saw them, the pointing, laughing, and the glares..." took a deep breath "I am not oblivious."

Lloyd procrastinated with answering before shaking his head, having his head fallen down. "No, you're right." Looking ahead as to maintain eye contact with them. "They are well looking down at me... for another reason than being me." They nodded lightly, signalling to their ears being open.

"It's because I am in a relationship. I am known for a lot but being soft? Isn't one of them." His ears showed a soft redish pink being embarrassed of having to come to terms with admiting it. "It's dumb. I should have told you, but... maybe you'd think the same once you heard what they said."

From a shocked to a saddened experience, they shook their hand, placing the other hand on top of his as well. "I would never stop loving you." Gliding their thumb up and down the back of his palm, "They're just a bunch of snobs anyhow. Don't let it get to you."

With even noticing their usage of words, his eyes softened, having focused on one word specifically. "You love me?" He whispered, wanting to make sure he heard correctly.

"Well.. yes, I do." Recreating a warm sensation on their features, "..and I have for a while." Chuckling softly with a drop of nervousness could be easily picked up. "I didn't think you saw me like that, especially with.. my family history." Squeezing their hands in his own grip.

"That's ridiculous. You are your own person." They started. "You're different from your father." Lifting his hand up to kiss the back of his palm before leaning in his hand. "You're amazing, Lloyd." They whispered, looking into his glossy eyes. "Thank you, sweetheart."

"Don't thank me, thank yourself for being you." Smiling gently at him showing only that their actions ment pure and true affection. "You're so cheesy." Softly laughing before leaning forwards for a peck on their cheek, "Still."