#i need to start using this alt lmfao

[triotag]

even though royce scolds dredge a lot for being a little shit all the time and softly jokes about not knowing why she loves him and kin their relationship isn’t toxic or anything they genuinely love and care for each other

they get into little play fight wrestling things that kin finds absolutely adorable (he does the same thing w/ kin too)

all three of them are weird little fuckers and they just fit together

[waitingforminjae]

not my mom being a kirk cameron stan

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Show/Movies I would show the Helluva Boss characters

This is rlly random but this started with the thought of Blitz liking MLP and kinda spiraled from there.

Blitzø

MLP: I think this one is pretty self-explanatory. I think he would like the ponies and the whole friendship thing. Actuakky think he would bully a brony to get a figure of his favs (and tell them to shower). He would probs love Pinkie Pie. (this stemmed from This Day Aria playing lol)

Spirit: horse.

Loona

Teen Wolf: A show I know nothing about. Just would show it to her. This would probably get me killed.

Alpha and Omega: I wouldn't even get to 10 minutes in the movie. I am dead

Moxxie

Steven Universe (both the shows and movie): Purely because of the music. If anything, he would also enjoy the animation and he would LOVEE Pearl. He would create a teir list of all the songs and rate them.

Sooo many movies to show him, but I would show him, but I have to say Chicago. Once he learns the songs it's over for literally everyone.

Millie

Tbh not really a show, but any crime documentary or documentaries with the baby animals.

Selena (1997): I think Millie would LOVEE Selena, and I also want to instill the hatered ofYolanda into her. That woman could never have too many haters.

Stolas

Any historic romance drama (like Bridgerton): We already know he loves telenovelas, so I also think that he would love the messiness of the relationships. You know how in every season, the main couple would have an arguement and not talk for a while? He is sobbing like a baby LMFAO- Also would show him any romance K-drama, esp the BL ones.

Moulin Rouge: Kinda historic, but mainly bc it has main character death lol he would also enjoy the music.

Striker

Moonshiners: I have no idea what this show is about, probably about people making moonshine. Never really watched it,but I have seen glimpses of it when my grandpa would watch it. Think because of it, he would probs try to make his own moonshine.

The Godfather: He would probs like all the violence lol. it just fits him idk kekw

Asmodeus

Grey's Anatomy: Not because it's a doctor show, but because it's SOOO MESSY LMFAOO- Have y'all seen that one tik tok of the person with the chart of who slept with who? That would be Ozzie. Also think he would love the drama.

(This is for both him and Fizz) Who Framed Roger Rabbit: Do I need to explain??

Alt: Burlesque: rlly don't know how to explain this one

Fizzarollie

Any old cartoon: I think he would like the loonyness of the charaters and would probs would us some of the gags.

Refer back to Asmodeus

Alt: Adam Sandler movies: i just find them funny, plus some of his romance movies are cute

[trauma-bot]

ouuuu i need the lore... i love selfships so much.... nuze lore please.... if you want..........

YAY YAY YAY. im gonna try so hard to keep this somewhat brief to leave room for any more questions but we'll see how that goes <3

so to preface this E does have a toyhouse bio that you can look at if you're curious! it has a more in-depth look at his personality and whole deal. you can also look at his gallery if you'd like; thats where his references and other artwork for him are stored!

ALRIGHT. RAMBLING UNDER THE CUT

a lot of it is very much to fulfill my weird convoluted fantasy of "what if i lost all hope for a future that i exist in and was convinced that i was going to succumb to the claws of my trauma and rot there forever (basically dooming myself in my own narrative) thus becoming the absolute worst version of myself in what i believe to be my final moments only for someone (two someones in this case) to love and believe in me so much that, despite it all and despite everything that was done to me and that ive done myself, gives me enough hope to undoom myself". i'm normal i swear.

also just generally im a big big sucker for stories about survivors of trauma being there for each other, and in that way i get a lot of comfort from nuze.

SO. NUZE LORE... (once again shout outs to my bestie night for coining their ship name lol)

i guess ill break it down like this, starting with N/E. (alt. ship name being pupE love (coined by another bestie of mine charlie)) E knew N back at the manor and they were close friends then, N was the first person E came out as trans to (by that i mean. N helped E work through his tumultuous robo gender feelings in real time) and N was the only one E really felt comfortable around. (other than tessa! E was also friendly with V back then as well<3)

however, E was also badly traumatized by his time in the manor, and of course Canon Events happen. E, as a disassembly drone, is now much more muted, detached, numbed, and devoted completely to their directive. he's very very very repressed and his specific brand of memory issues as well as the fucked up memory dreams causes him to dissociate and spiral a lot. he also distanced himself a lot from N for reasons even he isn't entirely privy to. something in his hardwiring just told him that N would be safer the less E stayed with him. and N is!!! really saddened by that!!! its normal! E has to learn to not be an emotionless object and actually let himself feel and need and yearn, and N is a big help with that (uzi is as well ofc!!)

i have to skip past a lot of things for the sake of not making this post so many words long but regardless; N/E is really special to me because they are two people who are in a very similar and scary situation and have had to see each other get hurt or even killed in many clone instances in many reset memory files. and its the just. the willingness to love despite knowing what happened to you and even witnessing it at times, to say "this is not all we are" and break free from those iron chains despite knowing how much it'll hurt and how dire everything is. E is so convinced that its all worthless and he couldn't be anything more than what he's used for, while N desperately wants a better life for himself and those he loves, and he's gonna drag E kicking and screaming to hope and healing. <3

NOW. UZIE :3 (alt. ship name is angelfangz)

E is MIA from the squad until like right after episode 3 canonically happens and is found by uzi and N. uzi does not trust E at first not one bit LMFAO. she doesn't hate him but like. her only frame of reference for murder drones besides N is V and J. and also E is like. he's weird and says weird cryptic things and is not exactly the easiest to talk to due to how off-putting and repressed he is. at first E is like "why is there a worker drone. in the spire. and we're all okay with this" but after actually getting more context behind Everything he's curious about her more than anything. he has to be swayed into betraying his initial directive (kill all worker drones. yknow) only because thats like all he knows how to do and would feel aimless without it, but once he is he's loyal to his new directive (help uzi figure out what the hell is going on with this solver business). yeah he treats himself like an object that can only find worth in being ordered around but we dont have time to unpack all of that right now. he unlearns it later i prommy.

uzi is like. spitefully resistant to getting to know E on a deeper lever, but this is uzi "no bonding thing" doorman and she cannot help but care about E and be concerned about his behavior. she will notttt admit that however and stubbornly holds her ground. it isnt until post-episode 4 when E and uzi are fully vulnerable around each other.

uziE is. so so very important to me. uzi has been outcasted and isolated for so much of her life, she's been treated as a weirdo freak monster by her classmates and becomes outwardly prickly and aggressive to cope with how little affection and reassurance she's been given. i know she's internalized it to mean there is something wrong with her that everyone else can see, and its only a matter of time before those who actually care for her see it too and leave her. and i know that the events of episode 4 confirmed it in her mind, that she is a freak monster and everyone was right to avoid and hate her, even though she never asked for any of this. thats a very familar feeling to me- and by extension E. E recognizes the feeling of being made into a monster against your will, of fearing and being unable to trust yourself, and of feeling like its best for everyone's safety to hide away. E and uzi find solace and comfort in each other for that. they dont see each other as broken irredeemable monsters, so maybe they aren't.

im stopping here because holy shit this got long but THERES A LOT MORE LOLL. tldr nuze altogether is very very important to me and i could talk about them forever and ever. they love each other all so much and they grow and heal and forgive and aaaaughhhgh<3 im normal.

[staycalmandhugaclone]

If you're new, this all starts with Touch Starved - Echo! You can read this little chunk as a standalone, or head back to the beginning for the full experience!

Why do these keep getting longer?! I really need to try to tone it back a bit lmfao. References to Panic and Secrets Revealed.

Febuwhump Day 9

Found Footage (Alt) – OC&TBB – A pleasant moment at 79s is shattered when someone tries to blackmail doc with footage of the crash on Agamar.

Warnings: Huge PTSD warning here. Flashbacks, disassociating, past injury description, blackmail, grief, angst, some alcohol use (social, not abuse), cursing

WC: 6227

The lounges of 79’s weren’t meant to hold a group of six, particularly with a man of Wrecker’s stature, but squeezing into the circular booth was part of the fun, back reclining against the massive clone’s side with his arm absently draped over my chest while my legs sprawled over Echo’s lap to avoid the accidental stomp of the big man’s heel. Tech was squished on Wrecker’s other side as Crosshair had adamantly claimed the end seat.

“-so I ripped the whole ramp clean off and used it to barrel right through ‘em! Clanker’s never even knew what hit ‘em!” I’d heard the story before, but he was already halfway through his fourth mug of something that looked like a sunset and smelled like motor fuel, and the enthusiasm in his thunderous voice was infectious in its own right.

“Technically, the processing speed of B1-series battle droids would have made them fully capable of analyzing your assault well before their demise; however, inadequate maintenance of their internal tactical components has led to compounding decreases in-”

“Ugh! Come on, Tech! Those things can’t process the difference between a tauntaun and a tooka!” Wrecker interrupted, arm swinging so violently that Echo had to duck sharply against Hunter to avoid getting hit. I’d long since abandoned my drink for fear of the man’s expressive gestures knocking the glass from my hand or bumping me at just the wrong moment, but I found very little need for such things in moments like this. If I was drunk, I might not have noticed the knowing look Crosshair offered his annoyed brother, nor the fond exasperation in Echo’s weary gaze as Wrecker’s anticks surely reminded him of his late squad.

“Doc,” I quickly turned my gaze as Hunter’s voice just breached the chaotic rabble of the bar, “Think your comm’s going off.” He nodded to my waist. Wrecker barely noticed my struggle to push him back enough to reach down for the thin device. The quiet alert chimed at regular intervals to indicate a video message. Slipping it partially into a chest pocket, I shifted to begin the process of escaping from the mass of bodies around me.

“Probably some reminder to recertify something,” I guessed, “I’ll be right back.” The Sergeant was already standing to let me out, but I didn’t bother waiting for Echo to do the same, instead simply scooting over his lap much to his surprise, and I couldn’t help but snicker at how he froze in that half-second of movement. I didn’t hear Crosshair’s snide remark, but his laughter was almost as loud as Wrecker’s, and that alone was worth the chastising look Hunter gave me.

“You want one of us to go with you?” He asked, leaning close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath so he didn’t have to shout to be heard. Cocking an eyebrow, I shot him a teasing smirk.

“It’s 79’s, Hunter. I’ll be fine for five minutes.” His expression instantly darkened, as though the words actually had the power to jinx the scant bit of time I’d be out of sight. I bumped my shoulder against his chest with a quiet chuckle and started through the mass of identical faces masking vibrantly different personalities dancing and shouting and enjoying this moment of freedom to the fullest.

The sudden quiet that loomed just beyond the front doors was striking. I could still hear the booming music and raucous voices, but, with just a few steps into the cool night air, it faded enough to allow a displaced sense of stillness that felt almost wrong after so long in the roar of the bar. Dismissing the strange sensation, I slipped the half-concealed comm from my pocket and walked toward the ally for whatever privacy I could find before transferring the file to my datapad to watch the video.

I didn’t understand what I was watching at first; not consciously. I didn’t understand why the dance of blues and grays beneath the occasional flicker of red sent my heart racing, why the line of distant trees too grainy for anyone else to make out trapped the air in my lungs long after it staled. I tried not to recognize the insignia of that sleeping tooka shoddily painted in hot pink and baby blue below the red medic symbol on the stolen Separatist transport; tried not to feel the icy sweet seeping over my skin as my eyes automatically sought out the crumbled door that I’d nearly broken my arm to wrestle open.

I could hear the flames, saw the glow steadily spreading to illuminate every crack in the shattered durasteel hull as the engines flares from fuel leaking precariously through broken pipes; watched the trembling form tumble from the slim opening I’d only just been able to make through welded and ruined machinery. I heard my heart hammering against my chest, felt the chill of panic flood my veins.

“Emmy!” My body crumbled against the wall at the utter hopelessness in the electronic distortion of my own voice breaking through the speakers of my datapad; at the desolate wail that seemed to go on for eternity immediately after. I didn’t realize I’d screamed back then, but the video zoomed in to show my face, deathly pale from blood loss and shock, expression twisted into a grief that tore through me as violently now as it did then.

My mind absently categorized the injuries of the figure on the screen that I found myself almost convinced wasn’t me: burns marred her hands and forearms, the front of her flightsuit nearly covered in black despite the flame-retardant nature of the fabric, likely indicating severe damage to the flesh underneath it; blood covered the right side of her face, hair heavily matted and near black with it – a concussion at the very least; and the amount of crimson-stained fabric wadded around that ankle was enough to leave one wondering if there was enough flesh to be saved beneath it all.

“Emmy!” That figure crawled barely a meter from the wreckage before shrieking that name again. And again despite how her voice shattered and failed.

I didn’t notice the image blur; even if I had, I couldn’t tell if it was from the tears pooling atop my eyes or the violent trembling of my hand, knuckles gleaming white as my fingers gripped the device hard enough to make the metal casing creak.

She was clawing into the scared ground below her, spine arching as though there was some hope of guarding against the agony rending through her chest, body writhing as she cried, unsteady movements slowly dragging her further and further from the burning mass of twisted durasteel.

I didn’t notice the writing begin to creep over the top of the image, barely registered that the video had been sped up. It didn’t feel like it. It felt like I was trapped in that moment; suffocating beneath the overwhelming scent of fuel weighing down the air, body locked in a panic between shivering against the unbearable cold and the memory of that terrible heat; the sound my skin had made as I’d crawled atop blistering metal, and the sickening absence of touch where I should have felt dirt and pebbles and grass. I remembered the way my body convulsed in fits of agonizing coughes from that cool air sweeping down my raw throat; the heavy taste of copper each one brought with it.

Between the disconnect separating my mind from any reliable sense of time and the way the footage seemed to fluctuate between too fast and too slow, I couldn’t begin to guess how long I’d been left like that, weight held precariously atop my forearms as I screamed and screamed and begged for someone to help me; to save her…

When those figures finally appeared from the distant tree line, I immediately recognized Commander Wolffe, his rifle trained carefully on the visage of my ruin. Barely a few seconds passed before General Koon gave a subtle signaled for him to stand down. Wolffe hesitated a moment but didn’t object when the cloaked figure approached me. I don’t think I was screaming anymore, body absently rocking in time to the still rapid flutter of my heart.

“Miss?” I didn’t remember this either. “Miss, I am Jedi Master Plo Koon. Can you tell me your name?” I knew there’d been some kind of conversation between us, but the details had been lost to me. Wolffe stepped protectively nearer as Koon carefully touched his hand to my shoulder. My head jerked only slightly at first, movements disjointed, before managing to look up at the Jedi’s masked face, and the madness-fueled hope in my eyes shone clearly through the grainy recording, mangled hands desperately reaching up for him.

“Pl-please! Please!” I begged. Koon didn’t shy from my blood-stained limbs, even reaching out with his own for me to cling on to. “Help-he… help her! Please! Please!” The way my hoarse voice shattered through my raw throat made even the Commander flinch. Koon glanced passed me to where the flames were finally beginning to fade before turning his attention back to me.

“I am sorry… there’s no one still alive in that ship.” Even then, I’d felt no doubt for the depth of his remorse, and something about that sincerity robbed me of even the taste of denial, head shaking weakly, begging him for something I knew he couldn’t give. For a long while, he said nothing more, merely let me hold onto him as I broke, body shaking amidst fresh sobs as every hope of happiness I’d had was ripped apart.

“What’s your name?” Only after those hiccupped, shuttered gasps began to quell did he press, voice gentle, calm in a way that give some fleeting quiet to my frenzied thoughts, granting me enough clarity to answer him. Hearing him repeat it in that same calm tone a moment later was a balm, eyes slipping closed as I merely existed in the echo of his words. “Why did you come here?” My lips moved without thought, without trepidation of the consequences for the secrets I freely told him.

“We’re medics… we… we help after… heal the ones left behind… find them passage home.”

“You help clones?” He clarified, a note of surprise just touching his voice, and I watched my head nod listlessly in answer. “Why?” He asked, lowering himself more as though he knew how his very presence seemed the only thing allowing me the strength to speak.

“I… I believe in them – in what they’re fighting for.” He was quiet a moment.

“Then why not leave? Defect from the Separatists and join the Republic?”

“Emmy.” Her name ripped another sob from me, but the words kept coming, “She couldn’t leave her family… So this… this was the only way we could help.” His hand shifted slightly against my shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, and, in that instant, I’d known they were the ones who shot us down, and not for even a fleeting second did I blame them. This was war. We’d known the dangers. “I’d like to help you now, if you’ll let us.” He murmured.

I remembered thinking over that offer for a long while, remembered knowing I could deny him, demand they leave me there; that I would die on that field… or, I could join them; fight for the cause Emmy had died for. The faint nod barely registered on the small screen, but Wolffe stepped forward a moment later. My skin prickled at the cry that tore from my lips as he hoisted me over his shoulder, rifle still held ready before he and the General walked out of sight.

There was no pause of static or flash of black before the image of the freshly crashed transport returned to the screen, and my eyes remained trained on the blurry picture with the same obsessive attentiveness as though I was watching it for the first time, yet I somehow failed to notice those callused fingers slide over mine, carefully loosening my grip until he could slowly pull the datapad away. Didn’t matter. I continued staring at the space that screen had been, no longer needing the footage for my mind to replay it all over and over and over

“Doc?”

“Emmy!” That first, broken shriek seemed to ripple through me, stomach finally seizing. I barely noticed my body convulse against the violent heaves, mind consumed by the distant shrieks still crying from those speakers. Vaguely, I realized someone turned it off or silenced it or threw the damn thing into the seemingly endless cavern stretching out below 79’s platform. Still, I didn’t need that recording to hear them. They’d been seared onto my consciousness, and I would never unhear them.

Some distorted rumble of an almost familiar voice sounded near me. I knew that voice… I knew… no… Emmy! Was someone touching me? Help-he… help her! The terrible memory of that night replaying in my mind sounded more real than the speech of whoever stood before me.

“We need to get her off the street.” Please! Please!

“There is an inn two clicks from here.” Emmy!

“Why’s she breathin’ like that?” I’m sorry.

“She’s in shock – potentially disassociating.” The scent of burning flesh.

“Five soldiers try to get in a cab with her like that, someone’s going to ask the wrong kind of questions.” The feeling of razors in my throat as I screamed.

“Well, we can’t stay here, Crosshair, so go with Echo and find us transport.” What’s your name?

“Tech, who the kriff did that come from?” The roar of flames and taste of fuel.

“I’m already tracing the connection, but it may take a few minutes.”

“Doc? Come on, Doc, try to come back.” Some fractured corner of my mind recognized the face leaning over me, felt their hands gently grasping my cheeks, but I couldn’t see them beyond the wall of twisted durasteel that I somehow needed to break through before the flames burned me alive.

“She don’t look so good.” Pl-Please!

“When you find who sent it”

“I’ll overclock their processors and short out their coolant systems. If there happens to be security measures in place for the door to their server rooms, I think that may also experience a spontaneous failure.”

“Wha’s that mean?” The terror in that split second before forcing my ruined ankle into the brace.

“He’s going to set their computers on fire.”

“Courtesy of Rex – I’ll owe him a pretty big apology next time I see him, but I doubt he’ll notice until after we’re long gone.” Those voices.

“Alright, Doc, I want you to walk with me, okay?” That touch slipped from my cheeks to wrap around my shoulders, and my body shivered violently against their warmth, legs dragging listlessly beneath me as some driving force eased me forward, and, for a moment, it wasn’t fuel I smelled. Some struggling corner of my mind remembered them, trusted them.

“I… I s…” His gentle, guiding movements froze the instant those stuttered attempts at speech fluttered from my lips.

“Doc?” My eyes wondered blindly over a face I so nearly recognized but couldn’t manage to grasp those thoughts long enough to be sure.

“I-I screamed.” I heard the wisps of words tumble from numb lips but couldn’t understand the sorrow that washed over his face. “I… I didn’t realize I… I screamed her name.”

“That was a long time ago.” He murmured, hands tightening where they held me firmly against his side.

“Do you… do you think sh-she heard me?” I think I recognized the way my name sounded in that smoky voice, briefly noting heartbreak in umber eyes before falling back into those flames.

“Doc-”

“Hunter.” A crisp voice interrupted him, and a moment later I belatedly realized he’d begun moving again, felt the hard plane of a chest plate pressed to my cheek.

“Watch your step.” That whispered murmur offered a comfort in its very tone, but the words held no meaning as we came to a stop. The sensation of floating should have been disorientating, but it was barely a thought as he moved an arm beneath my knees and gently lifted me to his chest before handing me off to someone else. And then it was dark again, the world moving around us in time to the hum of an engine.

“I have located the source but will need something stronger to bypass their firewalls.” Numb, I merely existed in the sound of those voices as someone held me, the strong scent of alcohol sharp enough to keep the memory of burnt skin at bay. Someone else wrapped chilled fingers through mine, and still another touch settled over my shoulder

“Park around back, Crosshair. Tech, if I get you access to one of the command centers on base, can you make it untraceable?”

“With Echo’s help, yes.” That grip tightened gently.

“Fryin’ some hunk of metal’s a kriffin’ joke. Where are they? I think we should make sure they ge’ the picture to leave’er alone.” I felt that voice rumble against my cheek.

“Given they are well behind Separatist lines, that is not a viable option; however, I can prevent any future attempts at contact.”

“Tech, you have the best chance at passing for a civi. Put this on and get us a room.” The world seemed to shift slightly, and I vaguely heard the sound of footsteps, the hiss of a door opening and closing, body too disorientated to even flinch at the brief flood of light.

“Echo, send Rex a message. I’d rather we tell him than have him report it stolen.” Those cool fingers started to pull away and some part of me panicked, grip tightening possessively, breath hitching. I didn’t notice the moment of silence, but when another hand touched mine, gently guiding my hold from that cool hand to his, I didn’t question it, again only distantly noting the brief flare of light.

“Doc? Can you look at me?” Something swept slowly along my thumb. The mass of warmth surrounding me shifted until a face came into some fleeting semblance of focus before me. “Hey.” I watched his lips move but couldn’t quite associate them with the quiet whisper of that deep voice. “You don’t need to say anything, but I want you to try to listen to me.” My brows drew weakly together, unsure if his voice was the memory, or if the calm rumble of Koon’s earnest apology was. “You trust us, right?” There’s no one still alive on that ship. Trust. What did he say?

My shoulder felt too cold, and I vaguely realized it was because he’d moved his hand back up to cup my cheek. My eyes blinked, almost surprised to see that face still staring at me when they opened again. For a moment, I didn’t feel the numb agony of burns, the sharp fire tearing through my ankle. Trust… yes. It may have been the only thing I could be certain of, but I knew I trusted him. The unsure movement shifting my head in a nod felt strange, muscles reluctantly remembering their own existence. His hand tightened around mine, briefly drawing my gaze to that contact before hesitantly returning to his face.

“Good.” He breathed, and I think I should have withdrawn from the attentiveness with which those eyes studied me, but, in that moment, I needed to be seen; needed him to see me to keep from vanishing back to that scarred meadow lit only by the dancing flames. “We’re taking care of it, alright? We’re not going to let a damn thing happen to you, so I want you to just take a breath. Do you understand?” He spoke slowly, quietly, as though talking to a frightened animal. That realization struck me seconds before the realization that no, I didn’t understand… I couldn’t…

My jaw shifted listlessly in a poor mimicry of speech but couldn’t manage more than turning my head into his hand in a silent ‘no’, gaze belatedly lingering on the rich tan of the nicked skin covering hard lines of tendons and muscle. His thumb swept over my cheek, touch easing my eyes back to him.

“That’s okay.” He promised. “Do you remember my name?” His… I should… I should know that… I knew his name. Confused panic stole the breath from my lungs, body rocking slightly as my teeth ground together. Why couldn’t I… Where was I? I didn’t hear him call my name, wide eyes darting around the small, dark room, head twisting back at the sudden realization that I was being held by someone, blind to the worry twisting through those kind eyes as frantic awareness jolted through my body, limbs jerking to life.

“Wai-wait, Doc, I wouldn’-”

“For kriff’s sake, Wrecker, let her go.” A third voice chided from further ahead. The instant I realized I was upright, my body surged from them, hands throwing open the door without any conscious understanding of its existence before tumbling to my knees the instant I was free of that dim room, stomach churning anew amidst the rush of turmoil and dread and confusion.

“Whoa! Hey-hey, easy.” How could that voice sound so calm when my heart felt like it was trying to rip itself free of my chest? He whispered my name with such gentle concern, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away when his hand carefully swept along my back. “Shh, you’re going to be alright, Doc.” Something about the knowing sympathy in that murmur consumed me, body straining to still seizing muscles if only to better hear him. “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but this will pass… I promise you; this will pass.”

He knew... of course he knew… because… I remembered… I remembered holding him through his own nightmares.

“Echo.” His name broke over my lips in a whimpered sob, and I felt the tension leave him in a slow sigh.

“I’m right here.” He whispered, shifting just a breadth closer to me. I didn’t realize I was crying until the sound of my own sobs seemed to drown out the distant hum of the city. That touch on my back offered only the faintest shift in a subtle invitation, and any hesitation fled me. In an instant, I turned into him, burying my face against his neck as I clung to him, and my heart shuttered at how quickly he locked his arms around me. “Alright… it’s alright, I’ve got you.” Those softly spoken words sent a chill down my spine as they fluttered through my hair.

“She was…” I gasped, hiding in his embrace as the wretched ruin my own voice shattered around me, “She was ri-right there! I le- I left her – how could I leave her?!”

“I know,” He murmured, and, in that moment, I loved him. I loved him for not telling me it wasn’t my fault. I loved him for not telling me there was nothing else I could have done. And I loved him for holding me regardless. “But, right now, you’re here. You’re with me and Hunter and Wrecker and Cross, and we’re damn glad for it.” Those words caught me off-guard, mind pausing to work over them for a long while before slowly pulling back to find those amber eyes, to see the truth in them.

“Tech got us a room. Think you can hold onto me for a minute?” He asked, voice only just loud enough for me to hear.

“I can… I can walk.” The feint of confidence wasn’t enough to fool either of us, but the drive to feel my feet beneath me, to move of my own volition balked at the thought of being carried again.

“Doc…” I didn’t give him the chance to argue, trembling legs already straining to remember how to stand. He quickly shifted to pull my arm over his shoulders and slowly eased us both upright. I had to cling to him more than I anticipated, body swaying violently for several seconds before regaining any semblance of stability. He waited patiently until I took that first step and carefully matched his strides with mine, guiding us toward an open doorway.

Those few steps helped shed that lingering sense of displacement, and the clarity that granted threatened me with a far more desperate fear. We’d barely stepped into the room when the very real threat of what I’d seen sent my heart racing.

“Wait…” I could taste the horror dripping from that single word, barely seeing Echo’s attention dart back to me. “W… where… who sent that video? H-How…” The frenzy of everything that footage implicated washed over me in a flood of panic.

“Easy, Doc; we’re already-” Hunter’s reassuring words fell on deaf ears.

“Wh-where’s my… my datapad-where-” Eyes darting around the room, I only vaguely noticed Tech before pushing forward to try to wrench it from his hands, but Echo held me back, quickly stepping between his brother and me.

“Doc, listen to me: there’s nothing on that datapad that you need to see.” He said, voice just hinting at that commanding power of an arc trooper.

“Get out of my way, Echo, and give me my kriffing datapad.” I growled sharply. Writing. There was writing at one point, right? Scrolling along the top of the screen? I tread quickly around Echo, eyes locked on Tech. He glanced uncertainly passed me, and I didn’t have to look to know he’d sought Hunter’s orders before allowing me to pull the device from his hands.

Painfully aware of the attentive stares of the five men crowded into the small room, I forced my attention to the screen; and then it was all I could see. The video was frozen in the moment after that first scream. Instantly, that tremble stole back through me, hand shaking violently mere inches from that nauseating image, muscles refusing to move even enough for the brief tap needed to play it.

“The sender included a ransom note.” I don’t think I’d ever heard Tech’s voice drop into such a gentle whisper, gaze darting to his with a silent, desperate plea. Tell me. Tell me everything so that I didn’t have to live through that nightmare all over again. “They’ve demanded an extravagant sum of credits in exchange for the original footage, and threatened to turn it in to the jedi counsel should you refuse.” My eyes went wide, face falling slack. Tech easily caught the datapad as it slipped from suddenly limp fingers.

“General…General Koon… I h-I have to warn… Wolffe…” I couldn’t hear the terror in my own voice, guilt tearing through my chest. “They’ll… Wolffe – they’ll decommission him for this!” It wasn’t until Hunter shouted my name, hands clasped tight around my shoulders that I even realized he’d been speaking.

“Breathe.” The word left his lips in a measured, firm order, but I could see the concern darkening those eyes. Blinking back the threat of tears, I vaguely realized my chest was fluttering with those shallow, rapid gasps that offered little more than a fleeting taste of air. His hold softened slightly, and his shoulders began to lift in a slow, deep inhale. Jaw tensing, I struggled to follow his lead despite the way my breath shook with each violent shiver, still, the attempt alone was enough to grant him some sliver of relief.

“Tech already traced it.” He explained in that practiced calm of a hardened soldier, and I found myself hanging onto his every word. “He and Echo are going to find every copy of that video, wipe them from the holonet, and fry every computer it’s ever touched, and we’re going to make sure whoever sent it to you is too afraid of us to ever touch a datapad again.” His thumbs shifted gently over my arms, eyes locked pointedly on mine. “No one is ever going to find out about this.” My diaphragm jerked against the tears clawing up my throat at the words still trying to find voice atop my tongue.

“If it doesn’t work,” I started, but his lips parted to interrupt me. “If it doesn’t work,” I said again, louder, leaving no room for him to object, “You have to promise me… all of you… promise me you won’t go down with me.” I demanded, looking to each of them in turn, loathing the way they balked at my words. “If anyone finds out where I’m from… I’ll-” I couldn’t bite back the sob the very threat of those words tore through me, tears finally slipping from my eyes, but I forced myself to continue, “I’ll be removed from the GAR, probably imprisoned…” I stole a quick breath in the vain hope that it might offer some measure of stillness, but my voice shattered over my next words, “but you… what they’d do to you if they found out…” Again, I let my gaze shift over each of their faces.

Hunter’s hands whispered gently over my cheeks, thumbs absently wiping at the lines of tears as his tall form curled around me. He didn’t say anything for a long while, eyes burring into mine as his jaw worked silently over words he couldn’t seem to settle on.

“If it doesn’t work,” he finally started, only just breathing the words, “I promise you, we’ll figure something out.” A broken scowl twisted over my mouth, but, before I could say anything, he gently touched a thumb to my lips. “You and me, and these di’kuts… we’ll figure something out… but don’t you dare ask us to give up on you… and don’t you dare give up on us.” The fierce determination in those eyes robbed me of any will to argue, strength abandoning me with a suddenness that left me staggering.

Without another word, he pulled me harshly against him, chest swelling with a carefully controlled breath. Instantly, I wilted into his touch, unable even to lift my arms to return that crushing embrace, face hiding against the crook of his neck as I wept, overwhelmed by the fear and guilt and exhaustion. His hand swept up my back, my neck, fingers tangling into my hair. I could feel the steady power of his heartbeat thrumming up his throat, let myself be mesmerized by the calm cadence of his breaths as I tried to believe him, tried to remember the depth of my trust for each of these amazing men.

“Rex is here.” Echo’s whisper held a visceral regret in the simple necessity of being spoken aloud, and Hunter let out a deep sigh.

“Alright. Cross, Wrecker, stay here – no one comes through that door but us. You two, with me.” He continued speaking with that gentleness as he turned his attention down to me. “Is it alright if Wrecker holds onto you for a while?” He asked quietly. I tried not to think about why he’d felt the need to ask, unwilling to even pretend I didn’t need this form of comfort in that moment as my head simply nodded. Still, he didn’t release me until Wrecker’s massive hands slipped around my still shaking form, and I turned into the towering man without hesitation as he enveloped me in those powerful arms.

“We’ll be back as soon as we can, but it might be a while.” I didn’t need to look at him to know he was talking to Crosshair, and, without another word, he, Echo and Tech were gone.

“Couldn’t give two kriffs where they are…” It wasn’t a full minute before the quietly growled words rumbled through his chest. “Wish Tech would just tell who they are… I’d make sure they’d never even think about threatening you again.” The anger storming through him was heartbreaking in itself. I treasured the brilliant glee that usually lit up his voice. Knowing I was the reason he was so filled with fury…

“Wrecker.” There was a quiet warning in Crosshair’s voice.

“I know you lot don’t think I can be stealthy, but this’d be worth it! In-an’-out quiet an’ fast; then we wouldn’t even have worry about”

“Wrecker!” The sniper hissed. Belatedly realizing the effect his words had on me, Wrecker’s shoulders sank, arms softening into something almost tentative.

“Sorry.” He whispered, and I broke anew, teeth burring into my lips to stifle the sobs at the guilt for his own remorse. A quick sigh sounded behind us. I didn’t hear his footsteps, but, when those elegant hands pulled me away from Wrecker’s hesitant embrace, I wasn’t surprised to see those harsh eyes studying me.

“They’ve got a shower here, Wrecker. Use it and sober up.” I wanted to say something, to promise Wrecker that he’d done nothing wrong; that I adored him and knew he only wanted to protect me, but, when Crosshair silently pulled me against his chest, I was too taken aback to speak. Wrecker paused for only a moment longer before reluctantly walking away.

“Come on.” It was an order, but there was a foreign softness to his voice that I couldn’t begin to fight, limbs automatically moving to follow him as he guided me across the room to a worn bed. Only then did I realize he’d already stripped his upper body of armor; felt the heat radiating from the broad muscles of his chest. He didn’t bother kicking off his boots though, holding me firmly against him with one arm while absently shifting the pillows with the other before turning to sit atop the edge of the mattress, easily pulling me with him and, mere seconds later, he was reclining leisurely against the wedge of padding, an almost bored expression staring blindly toward the ceiling as he held me casually against him, one leg cocked at my hip as I hid comfortably atop his chest.

“This alright?” I barely heard the whispered words. He didn’t move, eyes still locked on some invisible point beyond the stained paneling above us. I nodded, watching as my hand flared over the soft fabric beneath my cheek. “I think you insulted Tech.” He mumbled, but there was a subtle note of humor in his voice that eased a nearly silent laugh from me before the reasoning behind my doubt crept back in – not in the brilliant man’s capabilities but from the mere weight of the consequences should he fail.

“I ca-I can’t lose you,” I whispered on trembling breaths, fingers shifting to cling to that sleek material, “any of you.”

“We’re soldiers,” He hummed bluntly, but my head jerked so sharply in a silent ‘no’ that whatever else he was going to say was bit back in the absent churning of his jaw. Letting out another sigh, he merely relaxed beneath me, eyes sliding shut.

I couldn’t seem to draw my attention away from the slow dance of this powerful heartbeat against my cheek, from the gentle ebb and flow of his chest swelling beneath me. He was perfectly still at first, arms merely resting around my back, but, as the seconds ticked by, his hand began shifting absently against my shoulder, fingers slipped along the my ribs, his head tucked down to just brush his jaw against my hair; only brief, thoughtless movements, then falling still again for several seconds before allowing himself another stolen touch, and how could I feel anything but safe amidst the silent promises whispered in those fleeting moments?

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The chorus of deep, leisurely breaths gave the air a comforting weight. The simple proximity and peace in those unhurried sighs and occasional listless shuffle of a limb spoke of absolute safety in the simple ease of their existence. My eyes parted just enough to see the soft light filling the small, derelict room, and my heart jumped at the sight before me.

Hunter lay tucked along the very edge of the bed, one arm folded beneath his head while the other had reached out to grasp my hand in his. Echo was beneath him, one knee hiked up at the very bottom corner of the bed while the other had fallen over the edge at some point, head pillowed atop one of my thighs. Tech was curled against my legs on my other side, arm draped over me for his hand to rest absently on my hip. I could only just see Wrecker’s legs stretching out behind him. And beneath me… Crosshair.

In perfect silence, he brought a finger to his lips, gaze shifting lazily over the sleeping forms of his brothers sprawled out around us. I followed his gaze for a moment before turning back to him with a small nod. He returned gesture, chest swelling beneath a deep breath, the movement gently rocking me against him, and he settled back into the nest of pillows as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I found myself hesitating barely a second longer before letting the tension slip away from me once more, melting into his warmth and that powerful, slow dance of his heartbeat against my cheek. When his hand shifted to sweep tentatively through my hair, I let out a deep sigh, nuzzling subtly into him with a love and gratitude I knew I’d never be able to speak aloud.

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MTMTE 56, 57, and Revolution

MTMTE 56

and now for something completely different

“I know I'm paranoid. Contrary to popular belief, that doesn't mean I think everyone's out to get me. It just means I don't know who is and who isn't.” HEY. BIG SAME LMFAO not to gripe on fandom culture once again but y'all literally ruined my brain chemistry and I think it's fair for me to talk about it lmAO I know that not literally everyone who participates in fandom is an insane person who wants to start a harassment campaign against a complete nobody like me because it would be easy clout and no one would help me, in fact most of you are pretty cool, but I know someone will. Because someone always does. I've seen enough of my peers get hurt and/or die to know that someone always does, even if you think you're not popular enough. Like, I hope y'all realize what a fucking act of bravery posting all this has been for me lmfAO you have no idea how many times I've had to stop myself from editing out a hot take out of fear that even one chronically online individual might feel the need to punish me to protect the purity of the funny alien robot comic, including this paragraph

gfdsjkk I forgot Fort Max just fuckin kicks Prowl while he's in his alt mode so it just looks like he's kicking a police car. ACAB

oh god Outrigger's a fuckin youtuber lmAO

aww I do like that both Fort Max and Red Alert tried to get in contact with anyone they could when they saw everyone's farewell message, they still have everyone's numbers. Ooh except Chromedome changed his, or at least I assume Prowl's talking about Chromedome

ooohh right, this was another theory if I remember correctly, that Fort Max used to be Pious Maximus, like he got shadowplayed from being one to the other. I vaguely remember a panel I think way back in the Shadowplay arc of a dude in the background who looked kind of like Fort Max when Prowl and Chromedome found one of the institutes

casually thousand yard stares off into space at Sentinel's monologue about how Cybertron is now full of “mongrel Cybertronians” and he wants to “wipe the slate clean.” I wish life would imitate art would imitate life a little less lmfAO

*points at Prowl* lol but also Sentinel leave Red alone, he doesn't deserve this

MTMTE 57

ohh man here we go, last issue of MTMTE. It's not the end of the comic, it just changes names, but this still always feels like a milestone. The name changes, the main artist changes, this is absolutely a turning point and it always feels strangely bittersweet to reach it during a readthrough

“You're not one of THOSE, are you?” is still such a funny line of dialogue, truly on some care bears villain shit

still incredibly funny that Prowl has to use his table-flipping skills to reactivate the titan. The release mechanism was just. Conveniently table-shaped

man no wonder Red Alert got overwhelmed and tried to end it, poor dude's been out here playing 4D chess with his own brain for millions of years

fgshdjks Sentinel gets knocked into a pit by a bird and unceremoniously falls to his death. I've never seen anyone get more owned in my life

“You hate change. I sympathize.” “I hate endings.” “Same thing.” yEAH. YEAH THAT'S WHY THIS ALWAYS FEELS SO BITTERSWEET like yeah it's not an actual ending, but it is the end of certain constants that had been established (like the name, the main artist, etc) and like. That's enough! That's enough of a change for it to be felt! Not to get too deep or anything but it's normal to mourn for the loss of a life you're still living because it's no longer the same life

MTMTE Revolution

but before we move on, one more issue of MTMTE lmAO

god I completely forgot about Crankcase's online boyfriend

gfsjdkl Krok and Fulcrum trying to help Crankcase prepare for his date........ they're real ones

gOD THEIR STUPID HOLOMATTER AVATARS...

THEY FUCKIN BURIED HIS ASS god they are so bad at humans lmfAO

aww, Grimlock... shame he had to level a handful of cities to get his keepsake back but that's very sweet lmAO

fdhjks poor MP3

[tiredtief]

oh good u opened inbox just in time so i can ask. why do u continue to support grimes despite every thing bad she did while also being shitty to lady gaga fans for nothing

that was fast lmfao

Is this what the 'you harass people' shit was about? Me 'being shitty' to LG fans? Cuz I really don't recall attacking any specific LG fan, all I've done is post my irritation at the general belief that she is some infallibly kind/unproblematic kween when she has demonstrably appropriated Armenian imagery, culture, and art for a frankly mid music video (bad) and then refused to speak up about the literal Armenian war/genocide that occurred not long after that mv dropped (worse) - and yes, I know the argument will be she might not have known, but it is common knowledge that she is friends with Elton John who posted multiple pro-Armenian things in that timeframe, and plenty of people called her out on it directly anyway, so I refuse to believe she was/is completely unaware.

An important distinction here is that I am not advocating for anyone else to drop LG if they do not want to, I am simply refuting the 'uwu unproblematic goddess' takes and bringing up my specific reason for dumping her music and refusing to support her further. People have stopped supporting artists for less, so I see no issue with me not liking/supporting her for this incredibly personal reason as a literal Armenian myself.

My general policy for art and music at this point is that it is basically impossible for you to find a creative who doesn't exhibit some problematic behavior or attitudes especially within music, and that there can be a case made to separate art from artist. I love Peter Gabriel and Pink Floyd and they did AI shit for music videos. I love Mr.Kitty and he was a literal pedophile (and I actually did stop listening to his music after this came out, until it was confirmed all royalties would be diverted away from him to someone else, in which case I felt it would be acceptable to continue listening). Notch (Minecraft creator) is a huge anti-Semite (and is also no longer benefiting from royalties). Billie Eilish has espoused radfem rhetoric. Stephenie Meyer (Twilight author) horribly represented a group of Native Americans and never apologized for it nor paid them a dime of the millions that the movies/books made. Literally very week a classic emo/alt band member is outed for being a pervert. If you drop every solitary creator for being a shithead you'll have no art left in your life, unfortunately - it is a much better use of your time to acknowledge the problems with these creators (or drop those who are particularly egregious to you/using their funding towards bigoted causes*) than to hide your head in the sand and say 'uhhh ackshually Miku made it' each time.

Yes, Grimes has said some weird and questionable shit (though imho I think they are just genuinely stupid/entitled and/or misspeak what they really mean in an attempt to sound smart or because they just feel the need to talk - but that's speculation) - however, I am not a fan of Grimes because of c./Claire Boucher, I am a fan of Grimes because the collective concept of 'Grimes music' slaps and is also special to me. I don't believe there's a problem with saying 'I like their music but I think they're an absolute moron'.

*And before someone attempts to bring up the argument of JK Terfling, Grimes is in no way donating their royalties and revenue to bigoted causes (that we know of, obviously) - in fact they've vocally supported trans rights and Vivian (Elon's trans daughter) multiple times. The reason people insist on not supporting JKR in monetary ways is because doing so is directly funding anti-trans movements. If Grimes decides to start funding bigoted causes, then yes, I will rescind my support, but if the worst they have is stupid tweets and dumbass interview quotes (two things they have been notorious for for years now and have always amounted to absolutely nothing of substance) then I don't see an issue.

If you want to waste your time going after fans who are blindly supporting a bigot who actually donates to problematic causes, then consider bothering the people on this site that continue to fawn over FNAF, when the creator of that franchise is a known extreme Republican who has been proven to have donated large sums towards Donald Trump. But no one is ready for that conversation - some of you aren't even ready to take your Hogwarts houses out of your bios.

[welllllllllllllllllll]

can you do jude x any of his teammates from real? 🙏🙏

A/N: yess sweetheart i def can , i been waiting for this one

Note: In this universe , Fede never met mina so they never got together or anything

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Title: Summer Love

Madrid was far from Germany but they say home is where the heart is , and Jude’s home has been nestled in the chestnut haired boy , with kind eyes and a soft smile since the moment they first met each other at a youth camp . It was a camp for 23 year olds and under , naturally Jude was the youngest there .

Salt air, and the rust on your door ,

I never needed anything more

Everyone else might’ve been intimidating but Fede treated Jude as an equal , no envy only appreciation for the boy with lean arms and legs but heaps of potential and confidence.

 They were like 2 sides of a coin . Fede , already developing muscles ; fast , strong and relentless ,if a little lacking in belief and confidence.  Jude, the up and coming talent with a million eyes on him, yet , cool and collected . His scrawny back all but embroidered for that kind of attention , to carry the weight at ease , to bear it with pleasure. It was only natural in the sea of men , they found each other.

But I can see us lost in the memory,

August slipped away into a moment in time

They exchanged numbers and promised to keep in contact .The first few weeks of conversation were a little stilted but then, it was like something clicked. They took to each other like ducks to water. Same sense of humor , same goals and the same work ethic. They grew very close. 

At some point , thoughts went from , “I can't wait to play with him” to “I can’t wait to visit him” to 

“i wonder what it feels like to hold his hand or to touch his fluffy hair ”

Remember when I pulled up and said, "Get in the car"

And then canceled my plans just in case you'd call?

Over the years, the boys had become exceedingly close. 

And then one day Jude’s fantasies actually manifested . Fede surprised Jude on his 19th birthday . Lost in the busy schedule , this was the first time they met in months. It had been coming for quite some time , both boys craving the others’ touch like they needed air to breathe. They roamed the roads of Germany , went to a carnival ( the ones Jude loved) and then finally stopped at a lake to enjoy a quiet moment . The stars were sparkling white in this part of town but in front of Jude , Fede wouldn't even look at the Kohinoor if it was placed in front of him. 

Jude gazed at the sky and Fede peered at Jude , they were much the same . Then , as the night sky bled from blue to black , they caught each other's' eye. Jude felt Fede's lips softly land on his , timid but so passionate . So full of love . Fede held the back of his head , afraid to break the moment , afraid that everything would change for the worse.

And I can see us twisted in bedsheets

August slipped away like a bottle of wine

They retreated home and ended the day by cuddling in bed . As home as Germany had started to feel in the last 3 years for Jude , his heart never felt as at peace as it did with Fede . When Fede was around , there was a haze around them , something sacred , something only they existed in . When the time came for Fede to leave , Jude kissed him goodbye . Unbeknownst to them , this would bring a pivotal change in their friendship and be the onset of their love. 

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i feel like i did too much lmfao , let me know what y'all think . This is Jude x Fede and its like an alt universe where they meet really young and go from there . I feel like young judey and fede would get along idk . Also omg a songfic

~Tia

[awhorrerstory]

Remember?

Hitchannie

I smile at Annie as she reluctantly got on camera. I know she’s a bit shy but my fans love her and when I’m recording us she tends to keep her eyes on me and after talking and such while looking at me she gets comfortable enough to be more like the soft Annie I knew. “Soo guys, my girlfriend Annie has finally agreed to do my makeup! I’m so excited and treat her well because she’s shy.” I say smiling. “Hitch!” Annie groans rolling her eyes. “You know it’s true, which is weird since you have a band, by the way guys subscribe to their chanel it’s at marleythunderspearsoffical, their music is awesome and my girl is so sexy in the music videos!” Annie groans and rolls her eyes. “I’ll give you something to groan about.” I say giggling. “I’m going to kill you Hitch.” Annie says flatly causing me to giggle and give her a quick kiss causing her to give me a rare smile. “Anyway, as you guys may or may not know, Annie is a alt girl slash rock girl and dresses usually in alternative clothing, so baby, tell them how you usually do your makeup.” I look to her causing Annie to look to the camera; “well, usually I just have nothing on my face then some light pink lipstick and eyeliner, sometimes when I’m feeling spicy I give myself a little wing but it’s usually only for concerts. But today I’m going to do hitch’s makeup the way I think would look best on her, although I’ve never done makeup on other people.” Annie says nervously, “it’s okay baby that’s the point.” I say handing her my brush, “Let’s get started.” I say smiling at her. “If it was up to me you wouldn’t need any makeup.” She says smiling softly at me and I awe at her as I take her hand in mine.

“Remember this Annie? You were always so sweet to me…I-I miss when…you replied to me…” I say softly as I take her hand in mine. “I miss you so much Annie…” I say as tears begin to roll down my cheeks. “I should’ve told you to stay that day…should’ve never let you go to that concert…”

When I heard about the shooting I got to the hospital as quick as I could. I was in the room with Annie as they took the bullet out of her chest but she lost so much blood…she died for 10 minutes but they brought her back, since then she hasn’t woken up. Since her dad was in Russia I was basically her family especially since we were already engaged. Zeke was also shot and killed and so was Bertholdt, jean got hit in the arm so it wasn’t as bad. The terrorism was random but I still can’t help but think this is because of me even though there’s no reason I should. I just think I could’ve done something, the club was shady but a band scout for capital records was there so I thought they should go, Reiner was worried too and so was Marco (y’all, I just realized I made them all gay except Zeke lmfao) but they agreed with me that they should go. I was there that night waiting in the back with Marco and Reiner when we heard the gunshots and all of them hit the floor. I stood in shock as Marco was the first to rush out to Jean, causing him to be shot in the face, his blood going all over Jean and the right side of his face falling off causing Jean to cry and scream at his dying boyfriend. Zeke was shot in the soldier but after being in the army he got back up and ran after the shooter, I went to Annie next and held her, “Annie…w-wake up…” I said moving her bangs away from her face so I could look at her. Her blue eyes stared up at me and she blinked slowly her hand reaching up to cup my cheek and wipe stray tears away. “I-m ok…” she mumbles softly smiling gently at me. I look down at her chest and see the bullet right near her heart and knew she was lying causing me to cry harder and hold her, “please Annie…” “I can’t wait to marry you.” She says before her eyes flutter closed. That’s The last thing she said to me for 3 years. The doctors suggest I take her off life support but her dad told me not to, due to the frequent brain wave spikes. So I come here whenever I’m not working and talk to her or watch YouTube with a headphone in my ear and hers playing them, hoping she remembers too. My favorite one to watch is when we announced our engagement, we were both so happy and Annie genuinely smiled even on camera and we showed off our rings. When Annie proposed I almost died, she did it on one of her biggest shows with like 2000 people and said at the end of the last song, “babe, come out here.” And I did and she smiled at me and said, “guys this is my girlfriend hitch and I want to ask her something with all of you with me since you’ve helped me make me the person I am. Hitch Dreyse, you’ve made me so happy and changed me from the shy loner I was to a band member, my dream. Would you make another one of my dreams come true by marrying me?” She asked as she got on one knee and opened a small box with a aquamarine stone and an emerald next to it, our birthstones. “God annie, yes!” I screamed and hugged her causing everyone to cheer and clap. I kiss her passionately and she brings me home shortly after and made love to me very passionately. The next day I got her a matching ring and posted the video of our engagement announcement since her proposal was already spreading from her fan’s videos and was getting pretty popular since I’m a well known youtuber.

I look to Annie’s all too familiar sleeping face and although it’s cute i miss all the other awake Annie expressions. “Hitch, visiting hours are ending in 5 minutes.” The nurse, Betty, who’s gotten to know me over the last 3 years says. I nod as I keep my eyes on Annie, “okay, I’ll be leaving soon.” I say softly causing her to leave. I take the earbud out of Annie’s ear and stand up looking at her, not dropping her hand from mine. I hated leaving her alone. I kiss her lips gently and carefully, worried to bump her nose and fuck up her tubes. “I love you Annie…remember that…” I say as I pull away, slowly dropping her hand as I grab my bag and begin crying as I leave. “My gloomy girlfriend…” I say chuckling to myself as I remember…

[airegieus]

I am saying this like in the most politeley way and i mean nothing bad, but dose your mother know what you draw? Judging from your hands you probably have like 8-9 years? I don't know. You don't need to respond contradicting me. But in any chase, i like your art, even if its creepy. Good day!

♡

my mom knows what I draw and she supports it, can’t say the same for some of my other family though 💀

And I’ve been drawing my whole life, I only started drawing humans a few years ago because of mha. I used to primarily draw stylized edgy horses

Zort is my alt account dw, this isn’t stolen lmfao.

[eyesteeth]

alt dynamic nonsense rambling

thinking about how if things had "gone how they were supposed to" (aka proper following of roles), richard and carpenter could've ended up in an extremely codependent prince/knight master/dog dynamic

cause she had been put into the role of attack dog, someone who kills for her faith without question, and he had been gunning for the role of prophet, the face of a faith, so he couldve been the little king on the throne with his favorite guard dog. but behind closed doors they're scheming and clutching and crying and trying to figure this out in a way that won't kill them both

cause carpenter's need to be useful is a deep complex. it's not as apparent as faulkner's because hers is more "positive" (ie useful) but it's still something deep that didn't just pop up overnight. it's a bit of guilt and repentance, making up for past sins by being helpful to someone else. and that could bounce off richard really well. he's such a sopping wet rag in s3, he Needs support (both in his goals and emotionally), and given carpenter's helper complex she could definitely accommodate that by helping him here. she still cares about him, and by keeping an eye on him she's protecting him from outside threats (and making sure he doesn't kill himself) and she also gets to help the greater population by making sure he doesn't do anything brash. like getting peer pressured into leaking the nuclear launch codes. lmfao

n meanwhile i could see this feeding a little bit into richard's ego? a bit of "wow the most powerful and specialest person here is My Dog And No One Else's aren't you jealous?? you should be! bleeh!!" but inwardly it starts to twist a bit into "she won't leave me!! my sister won't ever leave me!! she'll always be here to protect me and keep me safe because she's so perfect and awesome and cool" and whoops we have reached The Double Dog Wraparound where his dependence upon her ends up with him thinking "i'll do anything for her" and next thing you know they've entered into an extremely unhealthy dynamic because carpenter starts becoming aware that richard would Actually Kill Himself if she left him and Also would probably do something really stupid without her there to give him advice and keep him emotionally stable (canon) so she's further incentivized to Not leave, which just reinforces his believe that she won't ever leave him, and so round and round the vicious cycle goes

and also a side order of like. "it's not my job to fix him. but he's right there and he's broken and i really want to"

truly in this hell scenario the closest they'd get to a win is events similar to s3 occurring in which richard gets the push from his dad towards the realization that he shouldn't pretend to be a prophet anymore and should focus on what he really needs, and because carpenter's physically there when it happens and by this point in the plot it'd be really easy for them to disappear as causalities that they just. fuck off somewhere.

maybe they'd die unremarkably in a bombing or maybe they'd cross paths with hayward and end up in the tree camp or maybe they'd just live in a random house somewhere. but they'd be so codependent from the whole thing that they'd just never let the other out of their sight for too long. incredibly unhealthy but honestly the healthiest option for them at this point. always someone to help within arm's reach. always gonna be a hand reaching out to help. 4ever and ever and ever... sighs dreamily

[vyachki]

i will admit i haven't listened to bjork's discography in full. i tried when i was like 15, and it just didn't click for some reason. i just didn't feel that energy, that spark, that qualitas occulta that a lot of female artists have.

i watched a music video where she was bald, shaking her head and turning into some kind of digitalized bear every few seconds & that was pretty much it for me 😭 like WHAT ARE YOU DOING. you are TOO GROWN to be doing this CAN YOU GET A GRIP.

usually, when i listen to an album, it either instantly clicks for me or clicks after disliking it on my first listen and listening it months or years later. but bjork... she's too pragmatic imo. i'm not feeling the energy. i'm not feeling the EMOTION.

i like both pop and alt, but i do lean slightly more towards catchy bubblegum pop and new wave, so maybe bjork is too alt for me and i just can't get used to it idk. it's probably because i grew up listening to late 2000s/early 2010s pop on the radio (the very basic, yet fun "hot n cold by katy perry"-type music).

and i only really started disliking gaga a few years ago.

chromatica PISSED ME OFF. genuinely one of the WORST albums of all time imo. stupid love being the turd on top a steaming pile of feces of an album. when she started selling jockstraps, condoms and lube i was officially done. like girl... have some class...

and, yes, melanie is such a bad artist omg. her music is so bland and personalityless lmfao. the only songs i like by her are pacify her and mrs. potato head & that's me being generous. her stans need to stop getting brave, especially because she's literally a rapist. and the crybaby persona was just weird, not clever.

Okay so I feel like we're on the same wavelength about a lot of things after all...

As a Björk stan, I feel people often fail to see past her eccentricity & bizarreness especially to casual listeners, but if you take the time to explore her discography, I'm certain you'll find some gems in there. She is just a very true musician through & through—she's produced most of her albums, she herself arranges all her songs for her tours now, she's invented multiple instruments & methods of composition, she's very active behind the scenes of what she writes, esp with musical production, programming, & visuals too.

Björk's collab & friendship with Arca was very notable though (esp after Arca's collabs with Kanye West, FKA twigs, & Kelela previously... which were all ICONICCC) but I do think Arca's music is far more confusing/non-palatable than Björk's... I can't get into her solo work.

Yeah the late 2000s/early 2010s had the BEST pop music of all time. Katy Perry, Rihanna, Cascada, Britney, Gaga, Ke$ha, Carly Rae Jepsen, pop Nicki Minaj etc!!! Nobody does it like that anymore. I had just started going to clubs then & I didn't realise it would be the best time of my life. I kinda see that type of pop being rehashed into what "hyperpop" is now, even though Spotify allegedly invented that term to market it (according to Caroline Polachek). Plus the prevalence of nightcore/CupcaKke remixes of older pop songs on Tiktok.

These younger elusive "hyperpop"/SoundCloud artists like Ayesha Erotica, Slayyyter, & That Kid, and even modern pop writers like Charli XCX & Tove Lo are trying to bring that hype back... maybe it's working, maybe it's not.

Chromatica had a FEW bangers, but everyone was so starved & desperate after being in lockdown for like 3 months (by May 2020) that they hyped it up wayyyyy more than what it was worth at face value. These artists are getting very bold with their merch lmao. As for Melanie... the whole baby aesthetic she adopted was way too borderline pedophilic imo... it didn't translate how she expected it to. How tf is she as famous as she is lol

[galactichelium]

A bit of a ramble below the cut 😭 Didn't intend for it to be anywhere near this long, but there's just a Lot of layers to this that I wanted to talk through

I feel really bad irt not often adding IDs to my art because like. I want to, but, ironically, my disabilities (my chronic pain which is especially bad in my hands, and also tbh autism and ADHD doesn't make it easier either, with trying to find the right words to describe things + ADHD brain fog) make it incredibly difficult to add it myself a lot of the time. This is made even worse by the fact that my two options for writing an ID are either right after I've made the drawing to post later (usually night time for me, within an hour or two of me going to bed), or right as I'm posting it. Neither are ideal as well, for the first one, I'd obviously be in more pain after just drawing. And for the second one, because of timezone stuff, I usually aim to post my art around my 8 - 9 am (5 - 6 pm EST). Unfortunately, due to the nature of my chronic pain, with it getting worse with inactivity, this is when my pain would be at its worst. After just sleeping. I take my pain meds in the morning with breakfast also, so they would be at their least effective around this time. I've also changed pain meds so now they're slow release, they don't immediately kick in anymore.

I used to add alt text more often, but it's really hard to get the energy to do it anymore when I know it's not only incredibly difficult to think of the words to do it, but also difficult to do the active process of typing it all up. Not that it wasn't difficult back then, I still struggled with thinking of words, but now there's more things at play. It was easier to get the energy when that was the only problem.

I know this is kind of ironic, as this post already has more words than an ID would. But truth is, I've already had to stop a couple of times to crack my knuckles and stretch my hands. This is still easier than doing an ID, because I don't need to struggle as much with thinking of the right words, but, still does make my hands hurt. Like, honestly, back when I was more frequently doing IDs, the fact that I'd need to do an ID actually stopped me from drawing ideas I had a couple of times, because I knew it would be too difficult to describe. I wish it was easier, I really do.

HOWEVER. I was planning on trying to my art 1 - 2 hours later. Bc while 5 - 6 pm is good with teens in mind, I think there's less of them in the HS fandom now. And now that I'm a little older, I think I'd want my audience to skew a little older anyway. Not that I'd be posting anything that'd be inappropriate on that blog, but more, most of my drawings have queer themes that are confusing on purpose in them, and I don't trust young teens to have the best ideas around it. However having said that I might end up starting a sideblog for more risky art, as nowadays I feel it'd be much easier to express queerness in that way, but that's unrelated lmfao. But yeah. Posting 1 - 2 hours later might make it a bit easier to do IDs also, because both my pain meds and my ADHD meds should've kicked in by then.

Funnily enough, I started writing this post right after taking them (a little under an hour ago now), and I was still struggling with thinking of words and typing those words. But of course it ended up being quite extensive, so clearly those problems have been helped lmfao. But, as expected, I'm now in a bit of pain, so now I'll probably rb like 1 or 2 posts and then just watch YouTube for a bit SDJGKSGD

[vicea]

Sapnap’s alt stream on February 04, 2021 (for those who missed it or can’t watch the entire stream. It’s more informational and random facts than anything)

sapnap is letting sylvee help ministate his karl’s and quackity’s marriage ‘cause she wants a license LOL (ty anon for fixing my mistake)

sapnap called “bullshit” on the height guy who got 5′9″ for George’s height (he live reacted to the tik-tok)

sylvee and sapnap argue about whose cat is better for a while. After a bit, Dream comes in coincidentally and Patches follows and they start praising Patches and how she’s the best cat.

patches doesn’t shed that much, she likes her fountain water, she has very soft meows. Patches will meow at you if you look at her and talk to her

sapnap chugged some hot sauce out of fucking nowhere when dream pointed out how nice and organized his set up was but then there’s just a random bottle of hot sauce. he then eats celery with hot sauce and likes it...? (dream judges him hard in the bg LOL) 

sapnap and dream wants to do a just chatting while eating spicy hot wings on monday night (no facecam) (dream can’t even handle spice)

Dream said that it’s likely Sapnap and George are just the same height and that he’s for sure the tallest  

sapnap wants to eat the chicken soup dream’s mom made for dream because dream was saying it was the best cs ever LOL

dream sits crisscross on sapnap’s floor when he goes into his room

dream likes peanut butter - has not had it for 3-4 years now

“dream vs sapnap who would win? if I had a gun, I would win” -sapnap

dream loves takis over hot cheetos- but he only eats very little b/c he can’t eat spicy for the life of him (he needs melk otherwise) sapnap does not like takis as much though

sapnap and george were being “annoying” and wanted to do a adlib for dream’s song - like a “hey” in the bg or something lmao

sapnap and dream plan to live together for the rest of 2021 

if you could only have one food for the rest of your life-- sapnap answered with burger and dream got real analytical with his answer: pizza

dream was praising Moe’s queso 

DREAM TEAM WILL RELEASE COLLAB MERCH. the podcast is not priority, they’re sort of taking their time with it but it will come out! and sapnap has a facecam video possibly coming out in March

apparently dream does not wear his own merch and does not own any gnf and sapnap merch smh

dream has pictures of patches in a reindeer outfit >:(

the original plan was supposed to just drop roadtrip completely out of nowhere at 12 am EST but fans found out LOL

Drista is apparently pretty tall-- up to Sapnap’s shoulders (holy crap)

sapnap: “what’s bts?” - Dream said that Sapnap would like Dynamite because it’s like a good entry into kpop since normally, people would not listen to it since it’s in Korean

sap and dream can see themselves getting their ears pierced

sapnap has the biggest dumptruck

sap and dream agree that strawberry milk slaps. dream also likes banana milk 

george joins the stream and before he could even speak, dream correctly predicts what he’s going to talk about, then george immediately talks about the height tik tok -> sapnap mutes him right after 

sapnap was afraid of leaking Dream’s song before it dropped LOL

Sapnap’s Very Important PSA “I want a reassessment [of his height], Kentai_Haven. This is a message from Sapnap. That water bottle you used was incorrect. I would like a reassessment. If you want, I can find the right water bottle for you. I’m formally asking for a reassessment.” 

SAPNAP WANTED TO MEASURE PATCHES INSTEAD OF HIS HEIGHT

Sapnap and Dream are strictly obeying COVID guidelines by not going out at all :]

dono: “what do you think of gnf?” sapnap: “gnf is okay.” dream: “oh that gogy guy?” sapnap: “yeah that weirdo.”

dream hasn’t had melk on its own in a while (but he’s had drank it on its own in the past)

Sapnap misses Texas :( He says Texas is better than Florida. But Dream is saying that Florida has a lot more to do, it’s just COVID making it uninteresting. They will do a lot of stuff together when lockdown is over.

Dream’s PSA: “Stay inside and wear a mask” 

HHN - Halloween Horror Night !! Dream wants to take sapnap there :D

Sapnap doesn’t remember anything from Spanish class

Dream took 3 years of Italian (or French) mf doesn’t remember anything either

sap plays chess against randoms with the help of dream + george who helps sapnap get check (btw dream does not hear sap’s audio)

sapnap knows Nothing about kpop but Dream Does :D

Nothing is messy in the house thanks to Dream’s mom LOL

sapnap calls patches patchie sometimes

sapnap watches subbed anime

bbh joins and compliments chat and helps sapnap out with chess too

dream leaves and says to “stream roadtrip” 

sapnap jams out to roadtrip so much <3

sapnap stalemate in bullet chess against a rando and finally plays against george -- sap wins b/c george wasn’t properly trying. They go again, George wins this time. for the third game, george won but sapnap didn’t let the chat see his defeat (anon mentioned that george won 1st round. i’m not sure tho)

george tried singing the chorus lmfao but he doesn’t know the lyrics to dream’s song

I might’ve misheard or missed out on some info so apologies in advanced for that!

[writingmessynaruto]

WIP Title Tag Game

thanks to @asomeoneperson for tagging me and completely shooting me in the face with the number of wips i have lmfao help

the naruto wip titles:

that last summer (madara/oc/tobirama???) - we don't know lol, this plot and conflict change constantly bc i can't make up my mind. just know there's a lot of ""taboo"" shit like queerness, transness, infidelity, polyamory, inc*st

that first summer (alt. timeline of that last summer, madara/oc) - supposed to be a bit dark, alt. timeline where madara becomes hokage?? not sure if I'm continuing this one tbh

all the wrong things (modern! madara / oc) - infidelity, office drama, ft. a fat, very socially awkward, body-conscious and possibly trans madara

The Long and Slow (and Terribly Erotic) Undoing of Tobirama Senju: a MadaTobiIzu Threesome Orgy (self explanatory, i mean come on, it's just porn without plot ok, i really was horny and wanted to write a threesome between these gay idiots, tobirama needs to chill and get the daylights fucked out of him ok?)

warmth deeper than skin (comfort! madatobi) - the two share a bed for warmth on a mission and then... start regularly sleeping in the same bed, and it just... develops. not necessarily romantic, but a complex enemies to friends sort of feel

Aftercare for a Sick Boy (comfort! madatobi) - i can't totally remember what this one was about but i think tobirama bottomed for madara and it was just a lot for him? and nobody knows about their sexual relationship; madara and tobirama aren't exactly friends, so comfort, help, and aftercare are difficult for tobirama to accept even if he does benefit from them

madara on his period (comfort! madatobi) - trans! madara ftw, tobirama doesn't realize madara is trans and then ends up taking care of him during his period in a very gay way

Aro Madara (aromantic! madara/reader) - legit that's the name of the doc; I've had this ask/request in my inbox for literally months, I'm so sorry i haven't completed yet, i keep not liking the story i come up with, i haven't written anything in a while, I've just needed an extended hiatus, pls forgive me bb, u know who u are

Alliance in the Pines (au! founders era, possible original novel?) - based on the founders era but instead i change literally anything i want and make it into my story instead, using the original story as a baseline framework

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for the record, i welcome positive/encouraging questions and or comments about these stories, but pls refrain from pressuring me (or other writers) to finish any wips, and also pls refrain from giving unsolicited concrit. thank you for your interest and kindness! I'm happy to answer any questions about this list if you're interested! just send me an ask, comment, etc!

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Tagging: (pls don't feel pressured!) @kaileywritesstuff @hashirama-of-the-forest @hashiramashonkers @lluu50 and anyone else who wishes to participate!

(sorry i don't know many writers on here atm, but if you see this post and you want to do this game, write your post, tag me, and say that i tagged you! i wanna see ur wips too!)

[abbys-closet]

this is kinda a weird request but hear me out: the main 3 having a girlfriend who plays roblox and she shows them the game. would they get hooked? what would their avatar look like? what games would they play? any player stereotypes? lol sorry this is so detailed but hcs please

a/n: no need to apologize my dumbass needs things to be detailed i actually had alot of fun writing this. sorry the hcs are so short :( only hot people play roblox btw 😗

genre: crack. 💃🏾

warnings: none. other then cursing (which doesnt really need a warning) and this not being proofread (i dont proof read, we die like women here.)

• first time you introduced him to the game he pretended he wasn’t that interested

• doesn’t play it that often but plays it whenever he’s bored or has alot of free time

• LFMAKSJWJ he would just be that one dude bullying slenders & copy and pastes in ragdoll or club iris or whatever theyre called, i havent played roblox in like—2 months

• would probably just bully kids in general. mf likes to start arguments with literal 10 year olds for no reason

• he finds it funny and starts laughing his ass off when they reply with some corny ass comeback bullying little kids of roblox is fun. idc idc.

• you’d have to remind him that they’re literal children

• would also just go to random cafes or military games just to troll or start sum

• his avatar would probably have a style thats considered simple emo/alt & y2k so just like a hoodie with ripped jeans and a bunch of chains or whatever

• i could see bakugo playing alot of shooter games like paintball, arsenal, etc

• literally rages when he loses or dies and its funny asf 😭

• mf sucks at obbys. please never make him play one he’d rage quit so quickly

• also alot of scary games not the ones where its like ‘camping story 3’ or sum

• one time he forgot to turn his joins off and you caught him playing adopt me

• he said he was just curious but....idk man 😗

• he was pretty interested when you showed him the game

• would play it with you, or when he’s really bored

• he’d also be suprisingly good at like,,,every game without even realizing it

• that one player who makes most people rage quit (because they’re that good) w/o knowing it

• i could see shoto enjoying alot of showcases/scenery games he appreciates the time and effort it took to make said game

• also likes a ton of older games work at a pizza place, epic minigames, etc

• as i said before, mf is a pro at like every game

• so naturally he’s good at obbys

• literally a boss at tower of hell

• his avatar is just the standard bacon hair outfit or whatever yall call it now idk 😔

• doesn’t really care when people are mean to him for looking like a noob

• would just be that one mf in games thats either kicking everyones ass or in the corner like 🕴🏾

• one or the other, theres no in between :)

• honestly thinks roblox is pretty fun

• finds the best/most underrated games to play

• but he kinda just sucks at everything

• like he’s not the best at shooter games

• mf is ass at horror games

• but he doesnt mind, he just plays for fun

• (even tho he sucks) i could see him playing alot of shooter games ands obbys

• that one player who’s just overly nice to everyone and says “gg/gj” every round

• i have a feeling he’d use the ugc creations to look like allmight or something

• LMFAO imagine his username tho

• all_might826 or something 😭🖐🏾

• kinda in that cycle of forgetting the game exsists, then remembering it after seeing you play it and being hooked for a week or two