#i noticeably started to put less effort in each drawing

[palskippah]

Mareach making flower crowns based over that official image sjdksjd it was going to be a redraw but then I said ok but what if they were making them for their babies :'v

[botboots]

Saw that your requests were open so what about TFP cons with an adorkable teen human reader? A really close friend (the emotional support bundle of joy™) that is really artistic, kind, understanding and just a pure cinnamon roll, what would be the bots reaction to the lil' human? Optimus, Ratchet,Bulkhead, Arcee, BB, and if you do the kids then the kids. If not the other bots, stay safe!

im back!! so sorry for the long ass wait, had so much going on in my life recently (graduating, going back home, etc.) but hopefully i'll be back to posting somewhat regularly! tysm for the continuous support :] love seeing the notifs pop up every day this is one of the first asks in my inbox (and i completely forgot that the prompt said reader was part of the cons... whoops) and i've wanted to get it done for a while now! have so many more to get through but will get them done eventually - this isn't the best but its cute <3 and you can 100% tell who my favs are lmao warnings: none word count: 939 (GN reader)

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Optimus:

he finds your outlook on things is a nice change of pace compared to the more pessimistic views that some members of the team can have at times

values your compassion greatly, often turning to you as a confidant over the time you’ve gotten to know each other. a mission went wrong and he’s putting all the blame on himself? you’re there to reassure him in a heartbeat, reminding him that he did his best and there’s always another chance; you keep him grounded

has an innate interest in art and writing - he used to be an archivist, after all

so he enjoys watching you indulge in your hobby, your excitement about it reminds him of his younger years of being a clerk at iacon when he would become giddy over a newfound archaic text

he’s very fond of you and makes sure you know it, taking note of the small things you like and getting you whatever little gift he can manage to find - genuinely thinks you’re cute and likes seeing you happy :] 

Ratchet:

while it may have taken him a little longer than the others to warm up to you fully, he grew to start looking forward to your company (despite his his best efforts to hide it)

he appreciates your quiet company; you’re much less rambunctious than both the other humans and his own team - you complain a lot less too, probably one of his favorite qualities about you

like optimus, your bubbly attitude gives him a much needed break from the dreary duties that come with being the autobot medic

you often find yourselves working in tandem, with you sitting on the couch working on your newest project while he stands at his terminal typing away. occasionally you’ll walk over with a nervous smile, and with a roll of his optics he’ll lower a servo for you to climb into and lift you up onto the corner of the console, huffing when you chirp a thank you before the both of you quietly return to your tasks (he enjoys it, really)

while he’s not one to vent his frustrations to you, he’ll always be open to listen to you vent about yours. even if he doesn’t respond with much, he’ll offer logical solutions and observations for whatever issue you’re having

Bulkhead:

the big guy loves art, having been exposed to his fair share of it by miko, and is very encouraging when it comes to your projects

he might not get some of the nuances or meanings of the things you make, but he tries - oftentimes making you laugh a bit at the sheer amount he misses. it’s endearing though, and you appreciate the effort

too fidgety to sit and watch you do anything for too long, but he’ll offer to drive you to a vista for some inspiration while he does his usual scouting routes, miko tagging along of course. she’ll probably bring her sketchbook with her and sit next to you and draw, chattering the entire time while blasting some music from her ipod, offering you one of her earbuds

Arcee:

similar to ratchet she takes a while to get used to you, a little cold at first to your attempts at friendliness

she notices how happy you seem to make everyone else and eventually makes a legitimate pass at being friendly despite how awkward it feels

but with how eagerly you accept it she doesn’t feel as bad, sighing in relief as you immediately start filling her in on how much you’ve enjoyed your time with the autobots

she’s not much of a conversationalist (especially when it comes to humans) so your chattiness is almost a relief - not having to keep up fake interest and energy with someone puts her in a more comfortable position; especially since you’re not one to comment on it like others tend to

will sit and watch you work on whatever your newest project is, a comfortable silence shared between the two of you

rambles about random stuff from her past sometimes - you turn out to be one of the few people she trusts enough to mindlessly dump her thoughts to, both good and bad

Bumblebee:

one of the first to get to know you, overly excited about having a fresh face around

super curious when he sees you working on something, a barrage of questions translated from mechanical chirps and whirrs with the help (and annoyance) of ratchet

he’ll actually try and mimic some of your art on the walls of hidden ditches where he and rafael hang out, excitedly bringing you along to show off his latest work and buzzing happily when you praise it

will eventually, with your encouragement, try and make something original - he ends up finding it pretty soothing and an easier way to feel understood; communicating his feelings without words can be unsurprisingly helpful for someone who can’t use any of his own

you’ll spend hours hanging out and working on your stuff - he likes when you help him with his own art, adding your own brushstrokes to the concrete wall

he’ll let you sit up on his shoulder just to watch him make whatever he feels like making, or even just taking you on joyrides in the desert where he doesnt need to worry about anything going wrong

while it’s usually you, him and raf hanging out he does enjoy spending solo time with you - usually in silence or one-sided conversations, but you understand each other well enough without words

will also figure out what your favorite songs are and surprise you with them; he loves when you get all giddy about literally anything

[luveline]

Hi! I remember a while ago you said zombie!au Steve might have a hobby of drawing? Would love to see some of that maybe w r as his muse:D

steve zombie!au fem. 1k

You return to the camp with your new best friend at your side. In matching coats, no less. 

"Christ," Steve says, shaking his head in disgust. 

He loves —loves— that you have a friend, someone who might care about you just as much as he does. You deserve to be loved, and cherished, and known for your worth. You're a human vestibule of sweetness and God knows it wasn't going to be long before someone else noticed. 

But matching coats? "Alright, where's mine?" he asks. 

"Didn't have your size, handsome," Eddie says, giving you a quick and purely amicable hug. "See you later." 

He scampers off to who knows where and you sit down. You don't hide your happy smile, and Steve's glad for it even if it does make him jealous.  "He's so nice," you say. 

"No, he's not." 

"He is. He's almost as nice as you. And he helped me find you something." 

"After he outfitted my girlfriend in a couple's costume. I'm surprised he had the energy." 

"You're so jealous," you say, your happy smile growing in size with the seconds. 

"I'm actually making myself feel sick." 

"I can wear a different coat if it–" 

"Shut up! As long as you like me better, wear what you want." He shakes off his petty jealousy and takes your hand. For once, he's sitting on a towel rather than just grass or dirt, but his efforts to avoid extensive grass stainage mean nothing when your muddy shoe brushes his leg. "Nice. Thanks." 

"Sorry, sorry," you murmur, swinging your backpack off of your shoulder and sighing as you bend into yourself. "Jeez, my back hurts." You breathe out, a low moan of sound that drags. He can feel your pain. (He can't, but he figures that he loves you so much you're now connected spiritually to one another.) "How come I keep going on these expeditions and you keep staying home?" 

"I'm good with the kids." 

"Mm. Maybe you'll come on the next one anyways? I miss you when I'm gone." 

"I miss you too," he says. "More, I'd say." 

You giggle. "Whatever, you always have to be better than me. Shut up! Shut up, I'm trying to give you the things I found for you." 

Steve draws a zipper closed over his lips and flicks away the key. You get into these moods with each other sometimes, perhaps from having spent as much time together as you have, where a faked aggression rises between you. It's almost like you would've spoken at the start of the end of the world, when it was him and you alone, and Steve wasn't in the best of moods. The play fighting soon dies down as you open your bag; receiving gifts is always a pleasure. 

"First, underwear." 

"Thank you," he says, accepting the eight pack of boxers you offer like a man who's crawled the Sahara being given a glass of water. "So much." 

"You're welcome. Socks, a shirt, a new belt, a brace for your knee." You dump it on the towel next to him one by one. Your bag must've been heavy carrying all this, and it keeps going. You've brought him soap, hair elastics, razor blades, chapstick. The community you belong to is heavy on sharing, but you're free to bring home whatever you like so long as you're willing to carry it unaided once you've contributed to the food drive. You've clearly crammed your bag full of stuff for him, unveiling only underwear and socks for yourself. 

"You couldn't find any toothpaste?" he asks. 

You toss a pack of cigarettes at him without force. "Sadly, no. But I think Robin can get us some with those, right?" 

"I wanna smoke these so bad." 

You laugh and shake your head, fondly disapproving. "You don't! We can just kiss more, alleviate your cravings." 

"Weirdo." 

You lean forward, putting your cold hand on his cheek to leverage him closer. "You knew this when you met me," you say, kissing his cheek.

Steve's good on the cravings front after that. He swears that when things are at their worst a kiss from you could keep him going. Your lips can ease the ache of an empty stomach and the shattering heat of his ever-sprained knee.

You pull away gently like you're worried you'll hurt him in your detangling. Honestly, you might. Steve imagines you leaving sometimes like his arm being torn off. 

You reach back into the back for a parcel wrapped in a shirt for protection. The pencils and sketchbook you got Steve are long gone, lost with the rest of your possessions in the middle of a college campus on the Michigan border. Finding things like that is hard, and it hasn't been on Steve's mind. 

Apparently, it's been on yours.

"These are nice ones, right? The pencils?" you ask, having unwrapped your parcel, a soft backed sketchbook and a small metal case of pencils in hand. "There's only twelve, but I even found a sharpener so you won't have to do it with your knife. Sorry there's no black, I know you like the darker details."

Steve flicks through the sketchbook without thinking, every page blank. It isn't very big either, but it's perfect for purpose. 

He sets it aside with the pencils near all your new things and gets on his knees, tugging you in for a hug. "Thank you," he says, and he's said thank you a hundred times to you, but this one feels awkward, clumsy in his mouth. 

"You're welcome. Just promise you'll draw me again." 

"You're the only thing I want to draw." He kisses your cheek in emphasis. "You're the most beautiful thing everywhere we go." 

"That's such a line," you say, sounding melted. 

Easy, he thinks, turning your face to his for a kiss. Soft, as sweet as he can manage. With you, kisses start soft and end too rough, he can't help it. He remembers you're there and his to kiss and it drives him crazy. 

It's a little easier to stop today. Steve is genuinely eager to draw again, and in a week or two there won't be a page in his book without your likeness, his muse. 

[polarisblitzwing]

WELCOME TO THE FRI3NDSFOR3VER AU

Ford's World - Dimension Fri3nds46/’

◇ Alternative Earth Variant ◇

● Humans have wings and feathered tails

● Alternative Pines family decisions timeline

◇ Stanford Pines ◇

● Ford is a minor god of dreams and a self-proclaimed god of anomalies

● 30 years old here (Young Immortal)

● Met Bill when he was 5 due to him attempting an interdimensional dreamwalk link, with Bill trying the same thing by chance, something that wouldn't work at their age without each other

◇ Gods Among Them ◇

● Most gods were mortals whose power was drawn to them like a magnet due to their personality in some way

● Fairly secretive and prefer to hide their works

● Rely on their believers to notice their efforts, resulting in an increase in power

● Can reveal themselves to the public, but building up power from faith alone is more sustainable for less powerful gods

● Stop aging between 25 and 100 (depending on what age someone wants to live forever)

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Bill's World - For3verEuclydia

◇ Alternative Euclydia Variant ◇

● 360 years is the average lifespan of a Euclydian in this au

● No massacre

◇ Bill Cipher ◇

● Bill is a minor god of dreams and a self-proclaimed god of weirdness

● 30 years old here (Young Immortal)

● Met Ford and Stan when he was 5

◇ Gods Among Them ◇

● Only gods have wings and tails as a power symbol

● Their wings and tails are invisible to anyone that doesn't believe in them specifically

● “Omnipotent” Euclydian gods only know everything about their own world. Bill's knowledge of the third dimension is seen as false teachings to even them.

◇ Bill’s Family ◇

● Scalene is a goddess of Truth and Euclid is a god of Reality

● No one believes Bill is a god except his parents, as godhood is a power grant at birth to someone who the power is drawn to here. It can skip generations.

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NOW, ON TO THE ACTUAL DIALOGUE FOR THIS DRAWING! FANFIC TIME ~

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Bill: So here's my problem - I need to show them the stars. It gets real flat to hear “you're delusional, Bill” and “stop talking about a third dimension!” “Shh, you're gonna get arrested!” “It's not real!” Over and over again. It's time to change up the law and their perspectives.

Ford: Hmm.. that'll be quite the endeavor. You might need more power for that.

Bill: Ohh-ho-oh, definitely. Some of my ideas get real difficult along the way. The kind of stuff only a god with twice my power could pull off. 

[ Pulls up a holographic board with his first idea. ] 

Bill: If I could turn their eyes towards the stars and give them the same vision as I do, that'd be ideal. 

[ Ford manifests a danger sign over Bill's board; a buzzer sounds in warning. ]

Ford: Doing that to the entirety of Euclydia could potentially be devastating. Even if you get that newfound power, without centuries of diligent practice, you could end up permanently mutilating thousands of people in the process. Too risky. 

Bill: Uuugh… even if the people I wanted to show the most were immortal too, I don't think I could put up with more of their talk for that long. It has to be this century.

Ford: I get where you're coming from. I’ll do my best to make sure it happens when we figure out a plan that won’t have too many risks involved.

Bill: I could probably have the world dream of stars if you help, but that isn’t real enough to me. It drives me crazy that I can’t see you in real life. 

Ford: We’ll meet one day, I promise it. 

Bill: I sure hope so, Sixer. 

[ Pulls up two more holographic charts. ] 

Now.. back to my list of extremely great ideas.. what if I put really tiny stars in the world and contained the heat? Or flipped the world on the y-axis just to prove a third dimension exists first?

[ Ford manifests two more warnings in succession. ]

Ford: Could easily start a fire if anything went wrong, and for all we know, flipping the world vertically could cause everything to fall bottom to top infinitely until it’s fixed. Also runs the risk of killing a lot of Euclydians. Not to mention there could be other forces in your space that could affect the world.

Bill: Yeesh. Alright then, you got any ideas?

Ford: Actually, come to think of it.. 

[ Ford summons a hologram with a vision of his own forming. ]

Maybe instead of dreams, we tried something just a step up from multi-dimensional dream-walking, something like astral projection. We bring them out of their bodies, but tethered to their world, into space. Without the limitations of their physical forms, their eyes should be able to see more than what they could before.

Bill: SIXER, YOU'RE A GENIUS!!!

Ford: Hah, well, I try.  

Bill: NOW THAT'S SOMETHING I COULD ACTUALLY PULL OFF RISK FREE! It might take splitting up the days people get to see it, but, they’ll finally see.

Ford: Well, hold on, splitting up the days could be risky for the groups who see versus who don’t on the first day, so, here's what I'll do. I'll give you my powers for as long as you need them for this. I would like to help personally, but I’d need to physically be there. This will be my contribution to your paradigm shift for Euclydia.

Bill: ..you really trust me that much? 

Ford: (smiles and nods) Of course. You're my best friend, my muse, the sun in my galaxy, Bill. I want you to be happy.

[ Ford offers his hand and godly powers out to his partner. ]

Bill: (chuckles, smiling) You’re the best, Fordsy.

[ They shake on it. ]

[therainscene]

I’m obsessed with @wheelersboy’s theory that Mike thinks Will is in love with El. It’s one of those takes that’s so simple, yet so perfectly explains every odd little detail you couldn’t quite account for before, that you know you’re on to a winner.

I always thought it was bizarre that the Willel reunion at NINA was framed in blatant love triangle imagery:

If this was supposed to be yet another reminder that the sad widdle gay boy has fee-fees for his best friend, we’d expect him to be gazing at Mike or otherwise looking conflicted at both of them. But he isn’t. His steady, adoring gaze is for El only. Yes, he loves her, but that love is strictly fraternal, so why the romance symbolism?

Is it straight-bait? This scene comes after his thinly-veiled love confession to Mike (in the same episode, no less), and the Duffers and Noah both made a point of confirming that Will was gay in post-vol.2 interviews, so making the audience think that Will is in love with El clearly wasn’t the intention here.

The Willel romance-coding isn’t for the audience -- it’s for Mike.

We often joke about Mike being crushed that Will didn’t laugh at his vomit green socks, but follow Will’s gaze -- it’s a little hard to see in the still image, but he’s staring at El, checking to see if she’s going to heed his advice. Mike's discomfort isn’t because he’s upset that Will didn’t like his joke, it’s because he doesn’t understand the weird tension between these two and is frustrated that his attempt to lighten the mood didn’t dispel it.

Mike’s smart enough to correctly connect the dots by the time Will starts sobbing in the van though: Will is destroying himself in his efforts to be supportive of the relationship between his best friend and the person he’s in love with.

But heteronormativity and a severe inferiority complex lead him to draw the wrong conclusion -- he thinks he’s the best friend and El is the one Will’s in love with, and that gets confirmed in his mind when he catches them making goo-goo eyes at each other at NINA.

And not once, after figuring it out, does he get jealous about it -- he guides El into Will’s arms at NINA, he looks conflicted as hell during the “I love you” monologue as Will hovers over his shoulder -- he just wants them to be happy and is prepared to put his own feelings aside to make it happen, even though it would hurt him terribly to do so. Exactly the same fucking thing Will is doing. It’s utterly farcical. I love this theory so much.

I’d like to springboard off this by taking a look at what it implies about S5.

Between Will’s history with Vecna and the Wonder Twins foreshadowing--

--it’s looking pretty likely that Will and El are going to be spending a significant amount of time together next season.

So we can already see that conditions are perfect for Mike to go through a similar arc as Will did in S4: being a third wheel between his best friend and the person he’s in love with and feeling like he can never truly be more than a third wheel, leading him to sacrifice himself in an effort to support what he thinks they have together.

Mike is very much at risk of doing something stupidly self-harming in S5 -- this is the same kid who jumped off a cliff to protect Dustin’s baby teeth, after all. He feels like he has no value if he isn’t needed by Superman. And there’s a goddamn mind-reading despair demon stalking his friend group.

Of course, it’ll all work out in the end. He’ll be saved at the last moment, the truth will be tearfully revealed, and we’ll finally get that big, dramatic, affirming kiss for our OTP.

You might have noticed that everything I’ve said in this analysis so far is consistent with either Byler or Milevn being endgame.

Many Milevns and GA members don’t just believe that Milevn will triumph over Byler -- they believe there isn’t any conflict between Milevn and Byler in the first place. The lack of evidence that Mike isn’t into boys is meaningless to the heteronormative mindset -- he’s the protagonist and dating a girl, therefore he’s straight, therefore Will’s hopes are dead in the water, therefore Mike has no romantic dilemma to solve.

By introducing a misunderstanding in which Mike imagines that his best friend is competing for his girlfriend -- couching his dilemma in relatable heterosexual terms -- the audience will be forced to accept that Mike is experiencing a distressing internal conflict involving Will and romance that won’t be resolved until the queer truth comes out.

The GA felt bad for Will in S4 because they assumed there was nothing he could do about it, but they’ll be tearing their hair out with frustration at Mike in S5 -- “you’re wrongly assuming he’s straight, you idiot! Just talk to him and this will all be cleared up!!”

It would be an absolutely genius way of getting the audience to question heteronormativity without them even realizing they’re questioning heteronormativity.

Once Mike’s queerness is revealed, the parallels between his arc and Will’s will suddenly become clear, and the audience will realize that, despite his straight-passing invisibility, Mike was just the other side of the same gay coin Will was on all along.

[Part 2]

[fizziepopangel]

"I mean it's... it's all my fault. I'd hate me too."

Blitz going to therapy headcanons

Blitz going to therapy would be Loona’s idea. Moxxie would make a joke about his boss needing therapy in passing, but Loona would actually do research and find a decent therapist in hell and put the idea into motion.

Although Blitz doesn’t believe in therapy, he would promise to give it a shot after seeing how much effort Loona put into finding him a therapist and seeing how much it seemed to mean to her.

Since he promised Loona, she would get him to give it 3 months before letting him quit so twice a week for 3 months he would promise to make therapy his bitch. And yes, those would be his exact words.

He would bring his favorite horse stuffie to his first session because it would help him feel a little less anxious.

The first session would solely be Blitz ranting about how he doesn’t need therapy.

Because of his past, he wouldn’t be super comfortable opening up to a man, so he would end up switching therapists multiple times until he found someone he felt comfortable sitting in a room with for an hour and talking about things that made me feel vulnerable.

Once he found someone he felt comfy with, he would get a lot out of the sessions he was in since they would be patient enough to let the man go at his own pace when opening up and they would work with him to find ways to make his sessions work for him.

The next few sessions after finding and getting to know the new therapist would be filled with a lot of tears as they began to work through some of the things he hadn’t realized they would be talking about.

Upon suggestion Blitz would take up journaling several weeks into his sessions, but rather than writing, he would keep an art journal. He would end up taking it everywhere and drawing out his feelings multiple times a day, but he only ever lets his therapist see it.

After a few sessions, to prove he was indeed doing his best to make therapy his bitch, he would try to drop fancy therapy words around the office….. He rarely got the meanings right, but he has the spirit.

Eventually, they would start working through the unresolved feelings around the fire at his family’s circus…. Those would be really hard sessions for him.

Blitz would take his coping strategies so seriously and he would take notes on them and then go back to those notes in real life situations to try to use the skills he learned.

Despite medication being recommended, Blitz would stay on a non-medicated plan. He would try the antidepressants they recommended, but they would make him feel less like himself and he’d quit them pretty quickly and go on the strictly talk-therapy route.

He would leave quite a few sessions with teary eyes after working through things he hadn’t even realized would hit him that hard.

Moxxie wouldn’t believe Blitz would actually stick with therapy long enough for it to be useful, but when everyone began to notice the small changes that the imp made after really getting into it, they’d all be impressed and they’d be a great support system when he needed it.

After sessions that his little family could tell felt more emotionally draining for him, they would each try to do one small thing to brighten his day. Millie would show him videos of humans dying in amusing ways, Moxxie usually sent him horse facts or pictures of cute baby horses, and Loona often tried to spend time with her adoptive father or bought his favorite sweet treats. Blitz didn’t realize they did these things until long after when he was feeling less drained.

After months of going to therapy, Blitz would actually suggest Loona start seeing a therapist too.

Despite Loona not wanting to do therapy herself, she would agree to family therapy, which Blitz would absolutely count as a win.

Family therapy would actually be a huge help within the two’s relationship, though it would still take Loona going to her own individual sessions to fully help with some of the issues.

It would take quite a while, but after a lot of talk therapy, one of the ways others would recognize his growth would be that he would have a new IMP photo for a billboard and he would keep a smaller print of it to hang at home…. And he wouldn’t scribble his face out of it before hanging it.

[memecucker]

If you wanna surprise people with the answer to a trivia question, ask them to name the first Disney full length movie to use computer generated images?

Because the answer is 1961’s 101 Dalmatians. “They had CGI in 1961?!” you might ask and yes though it wasn’t anything we might call CGI nowadays but they were images which were “generated” by a computer so to speak. And by “generated” I mean they used a Xerox machine.

By 1961 Walt had started to become jaded when it came to animation following Sleeping Beauty being a flop at the box office in addition to costing twice as much as previous animated films from Disney (especially since Sleeping Beauty was something Walt actually put a lot of passion into, similar to Fantasia which and how that also bombed and I don’t care much for Walt as a man but I can get how this would be pretty demoralizing) and shifted his attention to theme parks and his futurist utopianism. So with 101 Dalmatians, Walt was less directly involved than in the previous animated movies and largely was there to approve ideas people had.

One day art director Ken Anderson came to Walt and proposed a cost that they use a new method for animating the film, Xerox machines. The technique is called “xerography” (Xerox is actually both “named after” the word but also invented it) and allowed for greatly reducing costs and time when it came to animation because rather than having people hand draw sketches onto animation cels they would instead xerox those sketches onto the cels. Now at the time this was only viable with black and white images and so the cels would still need to be hand colored but 101 Dalmatians ended up being the ideal movie to use the technique on because of the Dalmatians and particularly how there are certain scenes where you have dozens and dozens and at some points all 101 Dalmatians present at the same time. Imagine the amount of effort that would be used in hand drawing cels where you have all 101 Dalmatians present considering that each Dalmatian is supposed to have their own unique spots and the ample room for animation errors to come up and you can understand the appeal. And while it doesn’t meet modern understanding of “computer generated images” the fact that a machine was copying and producing these images and taking over what was formerly a human task (I mean human animators still needed to color it in but whatever) and Xerox machines at the time were essentially analog computers and you can get it. There’s an interview with Chuck Jones from the 70s where he talked about 101 Dalmatians and used the word “computer animation” to describe it so that was how it was seen at the time and even ten years later

Now like I said Walt had been disillusioned with animation but was aware it was his companies bread and butter so when Anderson came to him with the proposal he replied with “"Ah, yeah, yeah, you can fool around all you want to". But when Walt finally saw early versions of the movie? He fucking hated it and said Disney is never going to use one of those “goddamned” Xerox machines again. It destroyed the enchantment and wonder in Walt’s view. This was a guy that had already sorta given up for the moment on actually putting passion into animated films from his studio and just let the animation department handle it but upon seeing all the end result of xerogrgraphy, he was disgusted! Where was the humanity in this? All he saw was the work of machines and said Anderson would never be an animation director again (Anderson says Walt would eventually apologize shortly before his death).

And I think that’s interesting. Without knowing any better, would any contemporary person watching 101 Dalmatians claim it’s anything other than “hand drawn animation”? Because that’s not what it was considered to be at least circa early 60s Disney animation department. Hell, the technique isn’t even really noticeable unless you’re watching the blu-ray version of the movie which is in a higher resolution than it was ever intended to be watched in (there’s actually a lot of agreement that the film is much visually worse in blu-ray). But for Walt Disney, the futurist who in 1961 had already been stepping away from animation? He only saw the work of machines and something stripped of its humanity. But nowadays? You can have CGI movies in our sense of “cgi” where you aren’t even working off any hand drawn sketch but instead images wholly created by computers being directed by artists and the humanity and passion can be made readily apparent in something even more removed from the days of hand drawn cels than the Xerox machine technique.

Anyway, whenever there’s new technology in the arts it’s normal for people to initially see just the work of machines and artificiality. But once people get used to it and it becomes normal, they stop seeing the machine and start seeing the people behind it. Same as it ever was

[fckinwild-kiwi]

Dec. 16th: Islands in the Stream

Day 16: Cute Aggression/Spontaneous Dancing

It’s time for day 16 of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge! Day 15 was a free day and I used it to travel for Christmas so there will be no fic on the 15th. :) The next ten days of stories will be shorter than I have been writing…this is because I’ll be with family and I’ll have less time for writing each day. Forgive me! <3

Warnings: Swearing, *Slight* Allusions to Smut (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)  Word Counts: 0.7k+ Words Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

You had seen a TikTok earlier today of something called the “Beckham Test.” In this video, the woman began playing “Islands in the Stream” by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers. As the song began to play, she began to dance and you quickly realize that if the man randomly began dancing with her, regardless of his moves, he ‘passed’ the test. You thought about how funny it would be to see Eddie’s reaction to hearing this song, a song that is very clearly not in his wheelhouse. So you set out to try the challenge discreetly, even if he didn’t dance, the challenge was so ridiculous anyway that it would give you both something to laugh about later.

With your mom and Macy still at your grandparents' until dinner, you had music playing all day as to not draw suspicion from Eddie. In preparation, you set your phone up on the window sill above the kitchen sink. As the music started playing, you started to hum and sing along as best as you could after only hearing the song a handful of times on TikTok. 

“What are you doing in here, baby?” Eddie questioned as he came into the kitchen causing you to turn and look at him. 

“Doing dishes and listening to some music,” You answered, as you turned back towards the sink to put your dishes down. This is the moment, you thought to yourself as you turned back to face Eddie while swaying your hips a little to the beat.

In the background you hear, Islands in the stream, that is what you are, there’s no in-between... and Eddie, your ever-confident and lovable boyfriend, grabs your hips and begins to sway with you. You giggled, knowing this reaction would be the one you’d receive but as you both began to lightly sing the lyrics to each other, your eyes grew misty. 

“You passed,” You whispered, breaking the moment as Eddie looked down at you with a soft smile. A second later he noticed your eyes full to tears and his happy expression faded into one of confusion. 

“What, sweetheart?” He questioned, his hands coming up to your face, thumbs swiping underneath your eyes to catch the tears that were beginning to bubble over your waterline. 

“I saw something this weekend on TikTok about knowing the person you’re with is your person based on how they participate in this test,” You began mumbling, looking up into Eddie’s eyes. “I expected you to dance with me but it just made my heart all mushy.”

“Aw, did my girl get too overwhelmed with looooove,” He said, extending the word love in a way that he knew would make you smile and (hopefully) giggle.

“Shut up,” You said, pushing at his chest with no effort as a smile lit up your face.

“I’m glad I passed the test I didn’t know I was taking,” Eddie said, releasing you from his grasp and doing a ballerina spin toward the sink where your phone was sitting. “How about we get this party started, huh?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, stepping towards him as he began typing into your phone. 

“I mean,” Eddie started as you heard the opening chords to the Black Sabbath song, ‘Paranoid.�� “We’re gonna dance, baby, but it is gonna be metal when we do it.”

Giggling, you began to headband while jumping up and down as Eddie pretended to shred on the guitar. Together, you started screaming the lyrics, your bodies jumping up and down with limbs flailing in all directions. You were so distracted that you didn’t hear the front door open and an excited Macy ran into the room.

“Metal dance party,” She screamed, causing you and Eddie to both stop your dancing, startled by the intrusion. 

“Macy Macy, you’re back!” Eddie shouted, grabbing the little girl and swinging her around. 

“Did you guys miss me?” She asked in between squeals.

“So much, sweet girl,” You said, ruffling her hair before walking over to your mom to greet her.

“What’s going on in here, my sweeties?” She questioned, as you pulled away from the hug. 

“Your daughter was afraid I wasn’t actually her person, so we had a dance party and then a metal dance party to prove it,” Eddie said shrugging, Macy still giggling.

“He’s ridiculous,” You argued, rolling your eyes with a smile on your face. Your annoyance was not believable in the slightest.

“Well?” Your mom said, nudging your hip with hers as you both watched the other two dance around. “Did he prove himself as your person?”

“He sure did.”

[black-occamy]

THE MOON

I've been a little sick and didn't write as many microfics as I wanted to, sooo... a bit of cute Remus, y'all! (First part of the "Season of Pumpkin Spice" is here)

There was another reason for you to smile widely when you prepared the shop each morning before it opened for the customers. It was reflected in a small collection of neatly stacked receipts that you kept in an envelope at the side of your breakroom drawer. The receipts themselves were as insignificant as they could be - each one for the exact same cappuccino on rice milk, no extras. But each one had a small, pencil drawing at the back. It was always something simple: sometimes a cup on the table, a car visible from the cafe window, or a book that he was reading, but there was something soft and warm in the graphite lines that made you feel equally soft and warm on the inside.

Read further under cut or on AO3 🖤

First time Remus paid a visit to the Enchanted Cafe there was no receipt yet, however. You spotted him in the queue of regulars that was attended to by Latte when you came back from your break. It was raining and the coffee shop was packed full of people not entirely ready to go and face the weather. Umbrellas in the stands and several coats were drying on the side, adding a unique scent of moisture to the air full of mingling conversations.

You took the queue over from Latte before Remus had approached the counter and you had just enough time to take a good look at him. He was tall, probably a little bit taller than Sirius (well, you DO have a type), with long, slender limbs. His patched-up coat seemed to be a bit too loose for his body. Brown, curly hair was marked with ashen grey on the sides, even though he didn’t seem old at all - maybe late twenties? Early thirties? When you greeted him and he gave you a small, apologetic smile, you noticed his honey-coloured eyes had tiny wrinkles in the corners.

But what had your curiosity piqued was the scar that cut diagonally through his face. It started above his left brow, arched across the nose and right cheek almost to the corner of his thin lips. You allowed yourself only one stare, as discreet as you could in the circumstances.

“Good morning, what can I tempt you with today?”

“I'd like a cappuccino, please,” his voice was rich and soft, somehow bringing about an image of a warm blanket and a fireplace. “Do you have any vegan options?”

“Absolutely!” you mentally listed the content of the fridge. “We have soy, almond and rice at the moment.”

There was a short moment of hesitation from him, and as you looked at his face expectantly, you noticed that the scar was just a central one of three. Much less prominent, two other long gashes were visible in regular proximity from one another. It sort of looked like a huge claw mark.

“Are any of those options paid extra?” He asked finally and you shook your head.

“Absolutely not. Regardless of the milk type, cappuccino will put you at 6.20,” you explained, then added after a sudden afterthought. “There is no price difference between having coffee in or taking it to go, either.”

“Thank you... Pumpkin Spice?”

“That's me.”

“Unusual,” he smiled softly and his eyes gleamed with golden sparks. “I might take the opportunity to enjoy the coffee inside, but not today. A cappuccino with rice milk to go, please.”

You nodded and picked up a paper cup.

“It's not often this packed,” you remarked, seeing how he kept glancing around with that awkward unease some people displayed when in a crowd. “What should I write on your cup?”

Another slight pause, reluctant and a little wary. You knew that kind of silence - an introvert in the wild. You sympathised.

“Enchanted Cafe believes in a personal approach to customers,” you made your best effort to sound light and encouraging, “but I could swear some of the things I write on those cups are most definitely not the real names. There's this one older guy who always asks for his coffee to be signed 'Real Elvis' and, mind, there's not even a trace of resemblance.”

He chuckled softly in response, visibly disarmed.

“My name is Remus, thank you for this... insightful piece of trivia.”

“Humour is completely free of charge, Remus,” you grinned and the coffee machine whirred gleefully. “That will be 6.20.”

He meticulously counted the coins and picked the cup into his hand. You noticed that his wrist also carried thin lines of three diagonal scars, almost completely faded against the skin.

“It was an absolute delight to chat with you, Pumpkin, thank you.”

“Pleasure was all mine. Until next time!”

As it were, the next time happened on one of the following mornings. Remus came into the cafe looking quite exhausted, his face pale with bags under his gentle eyes. You were familiar with the look. After all, it was a coffee shop and people worked all kinds of hours.

“Good morning, Remus. You look like you could use a solid espresso today,” you remarked lightly and smiled at the look on his face.

“Good morning, Pumpkin. I'm surprised you remembered my name.”

“It's a very nice name,” you reached for the paper cup. “Plus, my memory is insanely good when it comes to my customers. Cappuccino with rice milk to go?”

You watched his eyebrows rise in an incredulous expression.

“Insanely good indeed... However, I was actually looking forward to spending some time here, I have about an hour to spare.”

You beamed at him gleefully. “Splendid! Would you like the same coffee or can I tempt you with a seasonal special?”

“Same, please.”

“Cookie? Cupcake? We have vegan options too.”

Remus smiled softly and shook his head.

“Thank you for this consideration, but I will pass.”

“Sure thing! It will be 6.20, please take a seat wherever you like and I'll bring your coffee momentarily,” you smiled widely at him, some part of you sensing that he needed the positive vibes.

Keeping that in mind, you selected a cup with celestial motifs on the side and when you put it on the table next to Remus, you rotated it so that the yellow drawing of the sun was facing him.

“For a good day,” you said and he gave you one more tired smile from above the book he was reading.

Remus left some time later and while you were cleaning the table, you found the receipt tucked under the saucer, with a pencil drawing of the sun and the words 'Here's to hoping'.

He became a regular after that, usually visiting on mornings, reading a different book every week. Most of the time you only exchanged a few sentences and you would leave him in the corner next to bookshelves in peace. On occasion, when the coffee shop was less crowded, you discreetly watched him read from behind the counter. Remus, while reserved and collected when you talked, was what you referred to as 'an emotional reader'. By far, he was not the only one you saw - people would often bring their books or pick up any of those you had on the shelves. But there was something both vulnerable and exhilarating in the way a range of emotions crossed his handsome, scarred face when he read. You watched him smile to the pages, knit his brows, pick on his moustache and drum his fingers on the surface of the table. You imagined the stories he saw in his head and, for some reason, you also envisioned a comfortable sofa next to a fireplace and his long arm wrapped around your shoulder as you were reading the same book together.

The softness and warmth of that imaginary scene lingered with you throughout the summer, as you collected his drawings on the back of each receipt. You never did anything to act upon it. It was a pleasure that you enjoyed silently in your mind, a small cosy thought that made your heart flutter whenever Remus entered the cafe. You tried to reflect that through the selection of cups you picked for him every time - especially on those mornings when he came in looking twice as tired as anyone else. The sun was there often, so was the moon, and your personal favourite - a set of cups adorned with quills and ink pots. Somehow, you made it a sort of a challenge to bring a smile to his face on those days and each time you accomplished one, it was worth more to you than almost anything else in the world.

[ahsokathegray]

I Bleed the Same || Seventeen

Pairing: Rexsoka

Summary: Ahsoka and Rex try and make sense of who and what they are after Order 66 occurs. Figuring out what to do with themselves, they remain together for a period of time before parting in their own directions.

Warnings: slow burn, mentions of Order 66, ptsd, injury, death, and future nsfw situations

Word Count: 4,425

A/N: tame and fluff to build up the next series of events. also updates will start being made on tuesdays now anytime after 5pm CST (there's just lots of ao3 traffic on fridays) so i'll see you all again on 1/31!

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Ahsoka woke on the sofa, eyes slow to open as daylight continued to pour into the Lawquane home. Rex was beside her still, no longer sleeping but engaging in quiet conversation with their hosts. The low rumble of his chest was like a drug as it lulled her back into slumber’s compelling hold. 

The next time she woke, less natural light illuminated the room and a few small lamps had been switched on. The couch was also much warmer now than it had been when she’d first laid down. Ahsoka’s eyes cracked open, no longer was she on her end of the furniture, but leaning on Rex! Her blurry vision told her he was void of the hard plastoid shell of his armor, wearing only a body glove as he and Cut discussed something she couldn’t quite make out. She could’ve sworn she heard her name circulating, but then picked up on some bolo-ball terminology, dismissing her initial thought. 

Ahsoka could smell soap on Rex’s skin, freshly scrubbed and still hot from his apparent shower. She inhaled deeply and her chest fluttered, lungs filled to the brim with his scent. As she felt a smile begin to tug at her lips, her eyes opened fully, remembering there were people in the room and that she was not alone. 

She moved her head from its spot on Rex’s shoulder and the blonde looked down at her, a soft expression on his face that she couldn’t read. Ahsoka smiled sheepishly up at him and pulled away, sitting in a more upright position and rubbing her arms. She flicked apologetic eyes in his direction and he shrugged, tilting his head and resuming the debate with his brother on the most recent bolo-ball tournament. As he spoke, Ahsoka remembered the way his chest vibrated and undulated with each word uttered and breath expelled. She could still feel the ghost of it in her cheek as he conversed with Cut. Ahsoka placed a hand to her face and noticed the warmth on her naturally cool skin. 

Rex’s warmth.

Ahsoka took another breath and allowed herself time to readjust to consciousness. After she’d talked with Suu, exhaustion had finally caught up with her, the same way it did with Rex just earlier. She had joined him on the couch after Suu’s… flawed comments, decisively sitting away from him as her eyelids became heavier. Despite her efforts though, she seemed to have drifted towards him at some point while she slept. 

She waited for a pause in the two brothers’ laughter to interject, “Cut, is it alright if I use your ‘fresher to clean up?”

“Of course,” he replied, giving her a kind smile and continuing to talk with Rex, now drawing references from last year’s Limmie Galactic Cup. 

Suu found Ahsoka’s inquisitive gaze and gestured down the hall as she helped the kids put together a puzzle, “The ‘fresher is down the hall, dear, second door on the left.”

R7 beeped cheerily at her. 

“Thank you,” Ahsoka said, following the woman's direction, finding the right door, and closing it behind her. There was still a thick cloud of water vapor filling the room from Rex’s shower, touching each corner of the small refresher. She grabbed the edges of the sink and rested her weight on her arms. She bowed her head, mind still reeling over the state she’d woken up in — moving into Rex’s personal space in her sleep. Suu’s words invaded her thoughts again. Upon looking up, she found her own reflection through the swipe of a large handprint. Rex had evidently wiped at the condensation that fogged up the glass. No doubt due to the amount of steam from his shower. 

Ahsoka could see the red mark on her cheek from being pressed up against him for the duration of her nap. Embarrassment flooded into her features and she watched as the flush took over her cheeks. She caught herself wondering too vividly about having been against him for so long, how he hadn’t moved her or himself, and observed as she blushed further through Rex’s clearing in the mirror. Her thoughts drifted to how long his fingers would have to be to have splayed that far from his palm. 

She tore her gaze from the mirror, away from where his hand had been, not needing to think anymore about how gentle it would feel cupping her face.

Anxious hands switched on the spray, needing the handprint to disappear. Suu had planted these invasive thoughts inside her head. She would never think of Rex in such a disrespectful way. The woman didn’t appear much older than the age that Cut and Rex were progressed to be, but perhaps Twi’leks lost their senses at a much earlier stage than other species did. She didn’t know for sure, but that had to be the only viable explanation. There was nothing more to see. There were no lines to read between. The only thing visible to the outside eye was the loyalty of her and Rex’s friendship. 

Yes. They had unyielding loyalty to one another. Yes, they would die for each other. That has been proven countless times. Yes, he was the most important person to her in the galaxy. Yes, she loved him… but she loved Anakin and Padmé just the same, even if she wasn’t meant to. There was nothing further than that. 

It was her Master’s interpretation that the Jedi were encouraged to love. 

Ahsoka peeled her clothes from her body and caught sight of the many bruises littering her skin, inflicted onto her from both their struggle for survival against the company and then the crash onto Jabiim. The bruises were the diminishing physical reminder of something that held a most unfortunate permanence. The wound on her abdomen had cleared up almost entirely, now a deep shade of purple. It was starting to scar over, which was ironic, really. The biggest visible scar on her hadn’t even been inflicted during the actual Order 66 directive. 

She shook the painful thoughts aside and stepped under the steady stream of water, setting the temperature as hot as she could stand it. She hadn’t pegged Rex for one to take hot showers, but then again, she’d never been too fond of them either. Although, she did suppose there were exceptions when you were on the run, not knowing when your next shower at all would be.

Grabbing the soap, she began to scrub the grime away from her body. She shouldn’t be thinking about Rex while she was in the shower, nor should she be thinking about him showering. Ahsoka scrubbed harder, wanting to get the feeling of being against him out of her skin. 

She couldn’t help but recall their intimate moments back on Jabiim. The last time she’d showered was in the presence of Rex… and with his assistance. Had they really formed a bond so unwavering that she couldn’t bear to be away from him even now? A small part of her wished he had offered to come sit in here with her as she washed up, but that wouldn’t be appropriate with it without the Lawquanes hosting them. 

Was this why Master Yoda had lectured them so extensively about the dangers of attachment?

These fleeting thoughts would pass, for that’s all they were — thoughts. The contents of the mind do not make up the person, but it is rather their actions that define who they are. 

Ahsoka tried her best to recall some of her old teachings. Despite having left the Jedi, despite having developed a more informed perspective in her time apart from them, despite her teetering faith in them, despite the state of the universe around her… she chose not to renounce their morals. 

Had the Jedi held a different outlook, or perhaps not ignored recurring insight, or even had a less inflated ego… maybe they would’ve lasted, maybe she’d be making true on that “not yet” remark she’d given Master Yoda. 

In another timeline, she might be accepting her knighthood right now, the passing of her “Great Trial” as it were. The Council would see it as having been her fight in proving her innocence against Barriss’s bombing of the Temple, but she and Anakin would both know it was due to her success on Mandalore and in bringing Maul to justice. If anything, that was her Great Trial. Had the Council not turned their backs on her…

Ahsoka looked up, allowing the steady stream to thrum against her neck. At first she couldn’t differentiate between the water and her tears, but the harder she tried to distinguish the two, the more evident it became to her that she was crying. Her lip quivered, sucking in as a shaky breath made its way down her trachea. She held her arms with a firm grip as she came to sit on her knees in the small showering station. Her front lekku brushed her thighs when she leaned over, body curling from the ruthless combination of pain and sobs tearing their way through her. Ahsoka, balled up as tightly as possible, crying on the wet floor, yielding to both the patter of the water and the deep emotion left to fester in her chest.

She cried for the Jedi, who deserved better than what they got. She cried for the Jedi whose body had been recovered earlier in the day on the very planet she was currently on. She cried for the younglings, who were set up for failure, not standing a chance against the slaughter that had undoubtedly engulfed the Temple. Ahsoka cried for the Padawans not too dissimilar from herself and for the freshly anointed Jedi Knights. She cried for Republic and Separatist supporters alike, who only chose what side they deemed safest to them. She cried for the innocents, for those caught in the crossfire both then and now. She cried for children too young to know what was happening to their once safe homeworlds, children who had just been removed from their homes, children who hadn’t ever known peace, children who would be born Force-sensitive — born into danger and without the Order to guide them. 

She cried for the clones, her greatest comrades and brothers, who had been created for a purpose that had now ceased to exist. She cried for the men aboard the Tribunal, who were told it was more important to kill her than get away with their lives. She cried for Jesse, for Kix, for Fives. She cried for Rex, who understands that pain in a way she will never be able to.

Ahsoka cried for everyone but herself, as every Jedi but Anakin tended to do. She’d already been too selfish with her tears anyway. 

Her sobs halted when she heard a familiar beeping in the refresher with her. She held her breath, “R7? What are you doing?”

The small sounds left as soon as they’d arrived, but she thought she made out something about him saying that her clothes were being whisked away for washing. Ahsoka then brought herself back up from the floor and stood motionless for a beat, preparing herself to hold back more tears, as she was still a guest. 

The spray switched off and Ahsoka toweled herself dry. She swiped her own hand along the steamy glass, her handprint encased in the ghost of Rex’s. Her eyes were red from her recent display of grief. 

Clothes that weren’t hers were folded neatly on the countertop — Suu’s without a doubt. Neither the shirt nor the shorts were going to cover as much as she would have preferred, but the offer was too generous to turn away. Anyhow, her clothes were, at the moment, preoccupied. The items were very soft, much more comfortable than anything she’d ever owned. The shirt was in a style she was used to, though the neck went further down than she liked. The shorts were quite short, covering her backside and stopping just below. It was warm on Saleucami, maybe Suu was making sure she wouldn’t burn up. 

Emerging from the ‘fresher, she was immediately met with the Republic’s insignia — the Insignia of Unity — on the distractingly muscular and very close chest of her Captain. He was lingering in the doorway, leaned against the threshold, and fidgeting nervously with his fingers. From what she could remember, back when these type body gloves were still in use, was that it hadn’t been this right on the Captain. He’d gained muscle mass since then. She’d seen the men in their blacks before, but she hadn’t looked. Rex was not hard on the eyes in any manner of speaking. She’d never seen him in blacks before. Always the properly adorned and decorated Captain he was.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words got lost on the way to his mouth. What was he going to do? Apologize for what he almost did with her image and innocent intention earlier? The young woman before him caused something within him to tremble. Her eyes were glassy again, though he didn’t need that observation to tell him she’d been crying. He just knew — just felt it. 

Her appearance, though, is what really threw him off. Suu had sent R7 to take his blacks and give him Cut’s to wear for the time being, but he hadn’t thought about the same being done for Ahsoka. These were civvies. Rex had never seen Ahsoka in civvies before. Swallowing, he took her in. Soft, delicate clothing adorned her body and dozens of light bruises still occupied skin that he shouldn’t have known to be so supple. She deserved so much better than what she’d been dealt — what the Jedi dealt her, what the men dealt her despite being unable to refuse the orders. Someone so kind-hearted, someone as gentle and good as Ahsoka deserved better. It physically pained him to see any inkling of pain both on her person or in her eyes. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, rushing the words out quietly. They both took a step closer at the same time. 

Ahsoka hugged her middle, “I’m alright. Thank you.”

The Captain relaxed, willing himself to not allow his eyes to go wandering. He swallowed and stepped out of her path, “Would you like to talk about it while we wait for cl- our clothes?” Rex stumbled on his words and hoped she hadn’t noticed. 

“That sounds nice,” she replied. Her mind nagged at her, I feel like I haven’t seen you all day. It had been a long, hectic day for the two of them. The exhaustion in Rex’s bones had finally held him hostage, only gaining the upper hand due to a hot meal. He’d been asleep for a large portion of their stay, leaving Ahsoka to chat with their hosts and play with the kids. She had felt the loving embrace of a family, a life with better security than her own. 

Even with Rex in the next room, Ahsoka had known she was safe for the time being, but that any found safety wouldn't last for long. Being on Saleucami was a risk. Ahsoka sighed, longing for a time in the recent past or the distant future where Rex wouldn’t have to concern himself with her safety.

Regardless of knowing he had her back, she was still uneasy with him being in the other room, but the matter of safety wasn’t the issue there. 

Sure, Rex had done recon on Jabiim without her and she’d attended the funeral without him, but somewhere in between there and here, her need for him had grown immensely. Suu’s earlier insinuations came to mind, as did her recollection of separation anxiety. 

Neither were true! She was just glad to be back at his side, seeing him breathing!

Rex waited for her to lead the way, and so she turned the refresher light off and headed for the front door. She smiled at the Lawquane family as she and Rex ducked outside. It was nearly dark out. The light pollution on the farm was low, with the homestead being as far as it was from the city. On Coruscant, Ahsoka never saw the stars from the surface. Even though they were in bountiful supply while traveling through space, there was something inspiring about them when one stood on the ground and looked up. 

She could see a dull orange spot where she knew Jabiim to be in the same sector. 

As Ahsoka gazed up in wonderment, she could see Rex walk out towards the ship. She drew her focus from the stars and trailed behind him. He flicked his eyes up to where she was looking momentarily, before taking a seat on the grass, leaning up against the legs of the craft and releasing a sigh. Ahsoka followed suit and sat next to him, also pressing her back into the cold duralloy. 

“Are you alright?” she asked, breaking the silence. 

Rex drew a knee up and rested his forearm over it, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright.” He inhaled deeply, “What about you?”

Ahsoka tossed a half-hearted smile his way, “I’m… processing.”

“I guess I am too — we all are — each in our own ways,” he replied, not divulging to her that he’d seen her puffy, red eyes when she exited the ‘fresher. She only nodded in response, hugging her knees to her chest and staring up at the night sky again. Rex stole a lingering glance at her from underneath his eyelashes. There were fireflies dancing around her, framing her face. Their light illuminated her skin in short intervals, adding a soft glow to her already comforting ambiance.

His earlier guilt returned, her very presence was now condemning him for the mistake he’d almost consciously made earlier. Rex turned his eyes away from her, choosing to focus on the stars as she had. After saving his life, this is how he had repaid her? Irrevocably marring her image? 

“How did you know about them?” Ahsoka spoke again suddenly, pressing her chin into her arm and eyes locking onto him, “Anakin and Padmé?”

The Captain was drawn from his inner debate and drawn back into making eye contact with her. His eyebrows raised and lowered quickly, the question coming as a shock. The topic of her Master had mostly been unspoken between them. 

In his experience, attachment was forbidden by more than just the code that the Jedi were bound to, but also by the raging inferno behind the General’s unpredictable irises. Rex cleared his throat, “Well, it wasn’t exactly a well-kept secret. Everyone in the 501st knew.”

“No,” Ahsoka corrected, “Everyone suspected. How did you know?”

His focus wandered, but her knowing look held him hostage. There was no more risk of getting the General in any trouble now. “It was after you left,” he started, “The General was getting sloppier — and not just with hiding it, but with everything. I considered him as a brother, as one of the men. He thought the same of me. He confided in me — told me things he shouldn’t have — things any other Captain would’ve reported their General for saying. He said everything he could without ever explicitly stating it, if you catch my meaning.”

Ahsoka had leaned closer at this point. Rex had her undivided attention, maintaining eye contact for the entirety of his recollection.

“But you’re right,” he continued, “At that point I still only suspected it. I suppose, all of this is to say, that I pretty much knew before he confirmed it. But he would’ve never done that, as you and I both know. I had gone to retrieve him during a mission not long after you left. We needed to get a hold of the Admiral. Men were getting shot down, my comlink had been damaged. We needed an extraction, more troopers, something. Didn’t know if we were gonna make it out alive, to tell you the truth. I did eventually find him… and the Senator was there, on the holoprojector. I witnessed the General professing his affections for her, talking as if it were for the last time. It was… evident to me then that whatever ran between them was much deeper than any of us thought and that it had been going on for quite some time.”

Her mouth hung open slightly, soaking in the new information. She hadn’t known their relationship was like that, just speculated. As it stands, Rex had seen more than she ever had. She also couldn’t believe Anakin and how reckless he’d gotten. Ahsoka was his Padawan, closer to him than Rex had been, or at least that’s how it was before she left. She supposed that Rex had filled the hole that she left behind in Anakin. 

Finally, she said, “Wow. Even I didn’t know that. What I saw… We were en route to Alderaan. I wasn’t originally going. Before we got there, we ran into some Separatists in a sector they’d been recently spotted in. Padmé and I took the guns, Anakin stayed in the pilot’s seat… you know him. But he didn’t stay there. We’d almost gotten clear of their fleet when we took some damage on the side the Senator was on. Anakin rushed to her. I saw him holding her so I just let them catch their breath and took over the controls.”

The Captain’s eyes widened a fraction, “Well, physical contact like that… That’s much more than some words.” A blush crept up his neck from Cut’s body glove, given the boundaries they’d had to cross over the past few days. 

She shot him a smile, “I don’t know, a verbal confession is pretty hard evidence. I’d say that, between the two of us, we each saw the missing piece that the other one didn’t.”

“Adds up to be a pretty intense case,” he played along. 

“Couldn’t torture it out of us. You’d have to break us both, and we’d never cave. We’d be a pretty lousy pair of prisoners to try and get information out of,” Ahsoka teased, remembering that this is exactly why Anakin was so adamant about keeping his affections under wraps. 

Rex almost laughed, but stopped short. The Empire would attempt to break them, over and over again. If they ever found out that he and Ahsoka were alive. Torture at the expense information, or even just for the Empire’s merriment, may very well be in the cards. 

Ahsoka didn’t laugh either, but continued on, “I wonder if he would’ve told me, had I stayed. The last time we saw him… He’d surely known Padmé was pregnant, that he’d be a father, when we were with him last. When he came after me… the last thing I told him was that I knew about his involvement with her. I just wonder if we’d gotten the chance to speak — If I hadn’t blown him off一”

“It doesn’t do well to think about what you could’ve done differently,” Rex interrupted softly, “We can’t go back and change what’s already happened.” His heart wrenched as her expression fell further. 

She sighed and his thoughts continued to wander, entertaining the thought anyway. If the General was comfortable enough asking him to stand guard while he called his paramour, he knew that her Master would’ve asked similar of his student — someone he considered family. Kriff, Master Kenobi even alluded to knowing. He would tell her that another time, though. For now, he could see that her spirits had not lifted by discussing it. He stole another look at her, following her line of sight. A faint cast of orange glowed in the distance. Jabiim. 

Rex realized quickly that he could change the conversation. “That’s Jabiim, isn’t it?”

Ahsoka only hummed in response. There was a faint noise in the distance, echoing that of an oncoming storm. It was followed by a higher, reverberating roar, but it was far enough away that he could dismiss it. 

“I’m sorry for what happened there, Commander,” he divulged suddenly. 

Big blue eyes returned to face him. Ahsoka smiled softly, “It’s alright, Rex, I’m practically healed up now. The scar tissue is still building. But, it’s really me who owes you an apol一”

“No, sir,” he cut her off, knowing she’d correct him for his use of such formal titles tonight, “You don’t owe me anything, especially not an apology. I’m sorry for crossing boundaries that I never should have as your Captain.”

“You only did what I asked you to, Rex,” she reasoned immediately, not missing a beat, “It wasn’t an order that I gave my Captain, it was a cry of help to my friend. You’re the greatest friend that I have ever had and quite possibly the only one I have left.” Ahsoka provided. Her weakened state on the nearby planet, the mental depletion and physical toll both working to make her incapable of helping herself, caused him to be placed in a position of action. If it was any other mission, Kix would’ve been the one to patch her up.

He shook his head, still not convinced. She didn’t know what it had done to him. “I should never have touched you like that,” he breathed.

Just as the words came from his mouth, Cut came to stand in the doorway, raising his voice to be heard across the yard, “Your clothes are ready. Dinner will be on the table in a few!” 

Rex could’ve sworn his brother had a teasing smirk pulling at his lips, but brushed it off, prepared for Ahsoka to agree with his words. She stood up, evidently having either not heard him or perhaps just not wanting to address the topic at all. He bit his tongue, wishing he hadn’t brought it up and followed her inside. The deep thundering bellow sounded once more, but disappeared as the door closed. 

Suu handed each of them their folded items and pointed to the stairs, “My kids are in the ‘fresher washing up before dinner, but the two of you can change in our room. It’s at the end of the hall.” The woman gave an innocent smile and Ahsoka went on. Rex glanced over his shoulder, scanning the room for Cut. 

He found his brother standing in the kitchen wearing his colorful apron and that same smirk from moments ago, this time a whole lot less subtlety. Cut threw Rex a wink and laughed to himself before Suu swatted at his arm and turned his attention back to the cooking.

Fanart by redsong

[starsweepers]

my take on cleo may lean more heavily on the live action interpretation in terms of looks and some behavioral aspects... but she still heavily draws from g1 and when interacting with g1 characters, my take pretty much can slot in perfectly. obviously the events of the live action movies aren't canon when i do this, but i accept most of the g1 things as canon to my cleo when interacting in this verse. really only some minor appearance changes and then her personality is toned down a smidge from actual cartoony g1 cleo. she's a bit less flat to me, but that doesn't erase the events of what has happened.

so i'm perfectly happy to use the g1 verse with others who have a preference for those events and situations and the like. to me, there's not a heck of a lot of difference in the characters outside of, of course, my unique interpretations but. even with those, i consider myself mostly aligned with g1 canon. i just try to draw out more bits and pieces and personality than what the shorts and early movies provide.

a random other notice i have between my main take on cleo and g1 is really just who she considers her best friends.

i respect the live action movies' take and so lagoona is actually her bestie in that verse ( deuce isn't going to be chatted about in this headcanon because he's an entirely different subject for me lol ). abbey is also close, and then ghoulia is just... there. this can be up for discussion, because honestly i think they did ghoulia dirty in the live actions. so i have no qualms with changing any of this around. and obviously lagoona is an extremely different character, so i consider myself pretty flexible.

in terms of the main trio, she considers claw her closest friend, then frankie, and then drac. live action drac is obviously a bit more... aloof? kind of? secretive for a bit and way less bubbly. plus i feel like drac and her have known each other much longer and with the way draculaura is changed up for the movies, it's clear the two are a bit headstrong and at odds.

i do really like the potential they have to get far closer, especially with ( my ) cleo finally breaking away from her family's expectations. i think she and draculaura have a lot in common and would actually be great friends.

but in this case, she came to respect claw first and it was clawdeen's efforts that inspired her to start being herself and stop trying to be the perfect mummy princess. it's still a struggle but... progress. and then frankie is... frankie. and not in a bad way. cleo admires their loyalty and rationality, but she does find frankie a bit overbearing and difficult to work with on occasion.

opposite of that, g1 based cleo will be besties with ghoulia, obviously. but then honestly she considers draculaura one of her closer friends. obviously she is not part of the main trio, but in g1 the two clearly have a lot in common and enjoy those aspects in each other. being ancient, rich, fashionable, etc. they actually love shopping together and supporting each other.

frankie falls in line after. g1 frankie is still a bit too exuberant for cleo, but it's the loyalty and rationality that cleo really enjoys. not to mention frankie's stuck up and helped her on numerous occasions, so while the two of them don't always see eye to eye, they share similar values at times and that bonds them.

she's weakest in her relationship with clawdeen just because g1 claw is so insanely stubborn and doesn't put up with cleo's shit lol. so they butt heads a lot and makes it difficult for the two of them to enjoy each other's company without others. however, cleo still loves clawdeen dearly, and really admires her fashion talents and sense. she is loyal to claw despite everything and will do what she can for her werewolf friend, even if they sometimes clash.

....anyways not really sure if this was a headcanon or just me wanting to ramble some about cleo.

[hiraethwrote]

i've only ever wanted you

summary: you can blame the alcohol for your reaction, but hey... what's yours is yours, right?

[ loner!megumi x popular!reader ]

cw: college au, f!reader, sorority!reader, aged up characters, drinking, intoxication, arguing, emotions running high, jumping to conclusions, jealousy, kinda angsty, eventually comfort, no use of y/n

word count: 3.2k

“I look ridiculous.”

“Stop that! You look hot,” you shouted through the bathroom door.

His displeased expression stared back at him from the mirror, observing every detail of the costume you’d put him in.

He’d been so focused on being a good boyfriend, actually accepting your invitation to one of your parties because it was supposed to be the party of the year. And as newly elected president of your sorority, you’d stood for all the planning and decorating.

What he had completely forgotten to take into consideration when he said he’d come was the fact that it was a Halloween party, meaning costumes, something that was way out of his comfort zone.

You, however, had already planned matching Halloween costumes before you even knew if he was coming or not.

That being said, you knew he’d never go along with anything that would draw too much attention to him. So all things considered, the costume you’d put together for him was the bare minimum in terms of dressing up — didn’t make him feel any less stupid when he looked at himself in the mirror.

A few weeks back, you’d spotted the ruffled collar of a white, linen shirt in the window of a thrift store downtown. Without thinking, you had sprung through the door and handed the cashier the money.

Next thing Megumi knew, he was feeling incredibly exposed while the tiniest sliver of his chest was on display and his usually messy hair was tied down by a red handkerchief around his head. As low effort as it was, one could clearly tell it was a pirate he was supposed to be.

“God knows why I agreed to this,” he mumbled to himself, fidgeting with his sleeves, the nerves building up by the second.

“I will not hear another negative word about your costume come out of your mouth for the rest of the evening,” you sighed as you exited the bathroom.

“Can’t make any prom-“

The sentence was abruptly cut short when he spun around to give you an answer, only to end up like a deer caught in headlights.

Now, Megumi had always thought of you to be absolutely breathtaking in every sense of the word. But when you came out that door all dolled up for the evening, looking a lot more like a pirate than he did, the lump was instantly created in his throat as his palms started to turn clammy.

It was different, for sure. With leather pants, a black and red corset tied tightly over a cream coloured blouse with puffy sleeves, a red fabric draped over your hips and a handkerchief tied over your head to match his, Megumi was only reminded of how incredibly out of his league he thought you were.

“You look-“ he cut himself off to clear his throat when it came out embarrassingly high pitched. “You look great.” The modest blush crept up on his cheeks, and as much as he wished you didn’t notice, he wasn’t so lucky. The scrunch of your nose and the bounce in your step as you scattered over to him told him so, as you placed a hand on each side of his face and squeezed his cheeks.

“Love it when I make you blush,” you teased. While he rolled his eyes, pulling out of your tender grip, he tried to find back to his previous stature — the one where you didn’t have him flustered by simply existing within his vicinity while looking so good it should be illegal.

“I bet you do,” he mumbled shyly.

You quickly landed a light peck on his lips that were withdrawn into a line. “Thank you for coming tonight.”

“‘S no problem,” he said, his statement bordering on a lie. The stress was slowly building up inside him at the thought of spending the evening with this crowd that had rarely done their due diligence to make him feel welcome. But he’d seen how hard you’d worked and how much it meant to you, it was only right he swallowed his insecurities to support you.

His shoulders were visibly tense, having you try to rub the worst of it out while shooting him a compassionate smirk. “Come on, let’s get you a drink to loosen up,” you placed another small peck on his cheek before hurrying down to the kitchen, clutching Megumi’s hand tight in your own.

The small ball he threw hit the last cup standing on the other side of the table, causing you to squeal in unmatched excitement, launching yourself at him in a bone crushing embrace. It was hard, even for him, not to actually let out a small chuckle when you were so publicly proud of him.

“I didn’t know you were so good at beer pong,” you said once he released his arms around you.

“Neither did I,” he said only so you could hear him.

“Well, I’m going to get another drink, you want one?”

“Sure, why not?” The drunk smile instantly spread across your face before placing a wet kiss on his cheek and scurrying away.

Against all odds, Megumi was actually enjoying himself a little more than he usually did at these things. It probably had everything to do with the fact that you had stayed at his side for most of the evening, because he instantly fell into his reclusive habits the second you were out of sight.

Standing by the table, he let his eyes travel the room, looking at all the different people scattered about, drunk out of their mind — while he stood awkwardly in the same spot you left him in.

In the past, he rarely minded being on his own, he preferred it even. But after you came into his life, he had come to appreciate the company of others… well, that was probably a stretch. He appreciated the company of you, and that was about it.

“Hey,” a soft voice caught his attention as a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder to turn him around. “Great beer pong play!” The girl standing in front of him, sporting a genuine smile, had been on the opposing team when playing.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, hand clutching tighter onto his nearly empty cup.

“It’s Megumi, right?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded with a withdrawn smile.

“I’m Mio,” she leaned in to tell him so he could hear over the music. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he mumbled politely, eyes continuing to dart around the room in hopes he’d spot you turn the corner to join him again, but all he saw was a sea of unfamiliar faces.

He didn’t get to look for long until her voice captured his attention again. “You’re not really the party guy, are you?”

“Is it that obvious?” He scoffed.

“Well, sort of, but I can’t remember seeing you all that much.”

“Oh,” he hesitated. “Yeah, not really my scene.”

She swiftly jumped up on the table beside them, swirling her red solo cup, newly filled with some drink that smelled awfully sugary. “I like your costume.”

He instinctively narrowed his eyebrows as he glanced down at what was essentially just a white shirt with some extra details added to it. Megumi was just a cautions person by nature, and though he rarely had any ill intent behind his cold front, he just liked to keep strangers at an arm’s length.

But maybe this Mio wasn’t a bad person, and was simply keeping him company while he was all in his lonesome.

“Thanks. Yours is cool too,” he shrugged casually, looking at her costume of what he thought was supposed to be a cat, hoping and praying you were to rejoin him again soon. She grinned wildly at the comment, balance swaying a little by the alcohol in her system.

You, at the other side of the living room, were blissfully unaware of the scene that took place not too far from you.

On your excursion to get more to drink for you and Megumi, you’d been hauled in my a few of your sorority sisters for group tequilas — to which you couldn’t say no. That’s when they came with the very convincing argument of ‘one tequila is never enough’. So one tequila quickly turned into two, slamming the glass against the counter before biting into the lime slice.

The drunken giggle on your lips was wiped away when one of your girlfriends pointed out the scene you’d been missing out on.

“She’s at it again,” she said into your ear as you both stared at them while Mio accidentally stumbled down from the table she was sitting on, just to latch one hand onto his forearm and the other rest on his chest for support.

And though Megumi’s reaction was probably one simply out of politeness, it didn’t stop you from seeing red when a small smile was formed in his lips at whatever words left Mio’s mouth.

Why had he suddenly decided to turn so sociable?

The drinks you were supposed to fetch was long forgotten, as you stormed over to the two of them, not hesitating to wedge yourself between them with glee.

“Mio, you better take a step back!” You bit as she quickly retreated her clawy hands to herself.

The way she sung your name sent a cold shiver down your spine, as if you were friends. If there was one girl in this sorority you were willing to throw to the dogs, it was her.

Ever since moving into the house, you and Mio had been at each others throats — for good reason, you thought. Both being individuals with immensely strong personalities, you were doomed to butt heads. Neither of you even tried to keep your mouth shut when the other did something that infuriated the other.

For the most part, your relationship consisted of petty spitting matches — until you managed to snatch the title of president of the sorority, which quickly escalated the ongoing feud.

If there were an opportunity for her to come for you, she would definitely take it. So when you saw her even come close to your boyfriend, after having garnered a small reputation of a home-wrecker, there was no way you were letting her off easy.

“I’m only keeping the nice pirate company.”

Her sweet tone had you grind your teeth together, Megumi noticing how your nails were digging into the palms of your hands. “Yeah, and your service isn’t needed anymore.”

“I’m sure Megumi doesn’t mind. We were having a lovely conversation-“

“I don’t really care,” you cut her off, raising your voice, disguising your anger in feigned sincerity.

What sounded like such an innocent flutter of a laugh sailed past her lips. “No reason to get hostile.”

“Could never be too sure with you.”

Your mean stare at Mio was averted to Megumi when you felt his familiar touch carefully circle your wrist. He tried calling your name in order to calm down the situation, but was taken aback when his voice had no soothing affect on your angled eyebrows.

What was worse, was how you pulled your hand out of his grip, folding your arms over your chest before turning your back to him again, fiery eyes locked on Mio.

“Poor guy looked so lost where he stood. Wouldn’t have been right to just let him stand alone while you were out and about,” she said, subtly tilting her head to the side to eye Megumi from top to toe.

You quickly took a step to the side to block her view. Whatever her intentions were, if she was actually interested in him or if she was just looking to get a rise out of you, you did not appreciate the glint in her eyes or the visible heat in her cheeks as things grew more tense.

You didn’t even try to hide the roll of your eyes at her sugary tone, fed up with her fake attitude. “Just-“ you took a deep sigh. “Just keep your hands off my boyfriend, got it?”

“Then don’t let your handsome boyfriend stand all alone for me to get my hands on,” the same fake smile plastered on her lips. You swear you were about to let your hand come travelling through the air to slap her across the face, the alcohol not helping on your restraints.

Taking a step closer, you felt a few eyes start to turn towards you. “You better watch what comes out of your mouth next-“ eyes widen when she clicked her tongue before once again tilting her head to address Megumi.

“You let her talk like this?”

The whole interaction Mio’d had with you had instantly made Megumi dislike her immensely, wearing an expression of distain at how she could even think to talk to you like that — but you didn’t notice this, too focused on channeling all your self control in not getting yourself arrested.

“I’ve had enough of your bullshit, Mio! This whole attitude is going to get you slapped one day, and I’ll make sure of it-“

Once again, Megumi spoke your name. “It’s not worth-“

“And you!” Spinning around to face your boyfriend, whose eyes were as big as saucers when you seemed to have shifted all your fury to him, having a stern finger lingering on his chest. “Is this funny to you?” The slightest crack in your voice could be heard, Megumi’s eyes flittering between yours in utter confusion, not understanding why he was on the receiving end of your loud remarks.

“What? No, of course not-“

“Suddenly in college and decide you wanna be all social and outgoing?” He heard how the heartbreak was subtly latching on to every word, the intoxication in your system making it harder for you to control the quiver in your chin.

“That’s not-“ he cut himself off with a sigh of thought, the little alcohol he himself had consumed having his brain move a little slower than usual. “Let’s take this somewhere else,” he said and reached for your arm again, only for you to flinch away stubbornly.

“What? You don’t wanna do this here? Embarrassed people will see?” Both of you knew he was hating every second of the scenario taking place, the nosy eyes that were now glued on you having his face slowly turn red. However, that wasn’t his biggest concern, not even close — you were.

He carefully leaned in closer so you were the only one who’d be able to hear him. “You don’t wanna do this here.” His voice was soft, the tension in your shoulders only slipping for a second at the sound of his compassion. “Come on,” he nodded towards the backyard that was a lot less crowded. “Please.”

After a second of steadying your breath, you shyly nodded in agreement. With a lot of love in his gesture, he snaked his arm around your waist to lead you out, but not before Mio got the chance to throw another comment at you.

“What a behaviour from our president,” every word laced with petty venom. Megumi’s grip grew sturdier around you to prevent you from launching at her.

“She’s not worth it. Let it go.”

You were practically shaking with adrenaline caused by Mio’s tasteless comments, mixed with the hurt you’d come to feel after spiralling about your boyfriend’s sudden changed behaviour, wrapping your arms around yourself once Megumi had led you to a secluded corner of the garden.

“You enjoying all this female attention you’re suddenly getting?” It tumbled out of you before he had the chance to ask.

“Where’s this coming from?”

You scoffed, the angry tears wetting the corner of your eyes. “First there’s Yukiko throwing herself at you, then there’s Mio, and I cannot see why you don’t to anything to shut them down!” You annunciated the last three words so clearly, pointing your hand out to get the point across.

“What?” He drifted off into a whisper, nearly speechless by perplexity.

“You’ve always been so god damn stoic, distancing yourself from any human interaction at all cost,” you exaggerated, the sobs threatening in your throat, “and now when these pretty girls show an interest you’ve decided it’s time to start being smiley and shit? What’s that all about, Megumi? Do you know how much that fucking hurts?”

His mouth hung open in shock, letting your words sink in as he witnessed how the tears were now rolling down your puffy cheeks, the alcohol causing you to wobble slightly.

“I’ve never noticed,” was the first thing he managed to say.

“Noticed what? That you’re letting these girls flirt with you?” Your shoulders were now bouncing along with your heaving.

“No, I never even noticed they were flirting.”

A moment of silence was shared, your frantic sniffling filling the void before you opened your mouth to snap a frustrated “what?”

“Look,” he breathed, shyly grabbing your chin to force you to look in his eyes. He guess he could actually thank the alcohol for his sudden directness, having strayed from his confrontational ways long ago and now leaning more into an avoidant style of resolution. But right now, the liquid courage seemed to bring out a side of him you desperately needed in the moment.

“I think I’m oblivious to it because of you.” He watched how your eyebrows narrowed, uncertain if it was out of confusion or anger. “I’m still baffled you’re into me. So it’s beyond me that anyone would be.”

He had no idea what words were to come out of him next, slowly sensing that his nerves was having him retreat to his normal, reserved self. “I’ve always been alone, and always enjoyed being alone. Until you came along.”

“But that doesn’t explain why you’re now… I don’t know, engaging in these interactions so happily! What am I supposed to do with that?” You pleaded.

“Well, I think that’s also because of you.” The worst of your sobs calmed down at the statement, your shoulders along with them. “I have you now… so I guess I’m just… happy.”

There had never been a person Megumi had been more comfortable around than you, finally finding someone he was able to completely let his guard down with — but that didn’t mean he was any better with big declarations, still feeling every inch of his skin grow hot with agitated stress, especially with your wet and watchful eyes never daring to look away from him.

“Really?” Your voice cracked, to which he slowly nodded in confirmation.

“I only want you. I’ve only ever wanted you.”

The simple confession, though not a secret, felt heavy, only amplified ten times over by the shots you’d downed not too long ago as your lips once again started to tremble. In sheer embarrassment, your head fell forward and collided with his chest to hide your face.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled between calm sniffles.

His chest hummed with a relieved chuckle as he loosely knitted his arms around you. “It’s nothing to be sorry about.”

He simply held you for some time, feeling your body shake meekly against him while you cried it out quietly, his own mind deep in thought — mostly by how he had been introduced to some insecurities he couldn’t have imagined you were feeling.

Never in his wildest dreams could he have thought these things would cause you as much discomfort as they clearly did, when everyone always saw you as so sure of yourself and confident. And with this newly obtained information, he knew to be more aware in the future if his nativity.

Come morning, he also knew you’d curse and shame yourself for the outburst, and he was prepared to calm you down again when that came.

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a/n okay so, not suuuper happy with this but it’s for those who wanted a more heated argument so here you go, hope it's a little more confrontational than the last one. but we all know megumi would never do anything. also, fun fact, reader's costume is very heavily inspired by my own halloween costume last year lol likes, comments and reblogs is much appreciated

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[surohsopsisofclouds]

hiiii i did think of some questions about your art piece if you don't mind answering! also feel free to not answer or basically do whatever you want tbh

did you use any refrences for the poses? and how did you choose the poses (with or without refrences)

who (specifically, if you don't mind me asking) do the colors represent?

also does the font/handwriting style represent anything?

(also the vent art you did a couple days ago about people just kinda being mad in your general vicinity is so real and it sucks that it happened to you)

Thanks for asking! I love a chance to ramble <3

1. Nope! We don't use pose references super often, though we do spend time studying poses occasionally. We chose them based on vibes, tried to go with poses that would get the feel of how we were in those times across, you know?

Highschool -> subconsciously hiding from people & then towards the end closing ourself off from a lot of people. (did... not really realize we were traumatized at that point in time. When hindsight hit us it hit us with a BAT)

Just Moved Out -> Had just had some of the worst 4 months of our life + just moved out & had A Lot to learn about adult life, so we were super stressed and jittery while trying to cheer ourselves on through it and actually figure out who we wanted to be. (still kind of a doormat, but a self-aware one that was trying to change)

2024 -> More settled in our skin, more familiar with adult life with fewer Immediate problems to solve, and a better relationship with our immediate family, a lot more relaxed with healthier coping mechanisms even if there's still a lot to be stressed over. (successfully far less of a doormat, reveling in how far we've come)

2. The colors represent as follows! Dark Blue = Moon, Yellow = Sun, Light Pink = Estrellum, Green = Dream, and Blue = Remy!

Just Moved Out also has tints of Sun's colors in them, to show that towards the end of that whole era Remy stepped down as temp-host and Sun reclaimed her title as host. I think it was earlier this year/late last year that Moon also reclaimed heir title? Bringing us back to the original two hosts after about 3 years break for them!

3. The font/handwriting didn't represent much when we were drawing, mostly just the handwriting styles of each host, but if I were to ascribe any meaning to them it'd be:

High school: We had a bad habit of always putting way more effort into everything than we needed to, that included our handwriting/writing in general! We got bad anxiety even just from small accidental typos or improper grammar.

Just Moved Out: We noticed that habit and started trying to break away from it. Baby steps and purposefully mistyping things occasionally were key! It honestly helps that some of our littles have a hard time typing, it added a positive association with messing up!

2024: We've successfully broken the habit! To the point where sometimes we won't even notice we messed up a word till we already sent it, and even then we'll just shrug it off instead of worrying over it!

(also thanks for the sympathy on that /gen, it means a lot. sometimes art's a good way to work through that stuff, you know?)

[toastspirit]

Hey this is my tumblr I can be as cringe as I want. Anyways I chose the expressions and poses for these three purposefully, and they all represent a different facet of my own identity

Eevee was the first one I drew. Originally I was going to make a little comic about some stuff that happened at work, but I started doodling an unrelated Eevee and got very sidetracked lol. I felt sad and vaguely ashamed of myself, so Eevee gets a dull pose and a more sad expression, with tear track markings on its fur. But their tail is big and bushy and noticeable. :p This drawing is more reflective of my feelings of self hatred and gender dysphoria. That feeling of “why did I have to be born trans”, and the discomfort of being perceived by others at all. Still, I never do much to stand up for myself.. But I don’t just give up, I guess. Not hiding away completely, but not making much of an effort

Vulpix is more or less the opposite of Eevee, and was the second one I drew. They’re proud and happy and excited, which is (rarely) how I feel about myself. Their pose is more dynamic, with a little jump. There’s the desire to move forward, and a wish to just keep living life honestly. Usually I am stuck in the bowels of self hatred or I just feel apathetic towards myself. Sometimes, I do like myself for who I am—and that includes being trans :^) it’s not all pain and suffering. It’s also just part of who I am, and can be kinda cool. And I shouldn’t be ashamed of that, although that can be a difficult task to truly embody in life. My Vulpix drawing embodies those rare moments of joy and pride with who I am.

Zorua was my last drawing, although I have drawn trans Zoruas in the past. :3 For their pose I had one of Vaporeon’s Pokemon Conquest sprites in mind! With paws partially tucked in, this drawing is a middle ground between the other two. Not sad and not hyped, just kinda chill. In moments where I really feel at peace, this is where I am. Not ashamed and not excited, just somewhat happy but relaxed. Still, there’s that desire to hide—to hunch and not be visible to others—but working through it. Not super proud, but not actively hiding either. Just trying to stay true to myself :) which is pretty goddamn difficult sometimes

Well that’s most of my thoughts and feelings put into words. Man emotions are confusing. I don’t really get my own feelings, so I guess this post is also an exercise in. That

Sadness, excitement, acceptance :p that’s the three. Well there’s others in each but that’s them in one broad word

pride art with my three favorite pokemon! :3c plus a wallpaper i made with all three of em ;D

[prsk-krow]

can i have the nightcord members comforting reader that's known always cheerful but secretive about her emotions and problems? platonic pls :))

{Nightcord comforting cheerful, emotionally secretive reader!} [P]

Ooh, first group ask! Will do my best! Although don't expect much text for each individual member!

Kanade Yoisaki

Kanade's mere voice and presence can be quite calming, so when she puts in her all to make someone at ease and open up, it can go pretty smoothly! Of course, that always depends on the person...

So when she hears your voice through the call being less energetic than usual, she invites you to her home! It's the place she feels most at ease in, and it makes everything easier!

She makes her bed, just for you, and you can hear a relaxing song greet you when you enter her room. She prepares a special playlist, and offers you to stay and chat like this!

She slips into the bed next to you, letting you caress her long hair, so that it may help you relax! She usually doesn't let people touch it, so it was quite a surprise...

When you're fully relaxed and with your guard down, she gently places her hands on your shoulders, staring at you with her soft ones, those that few can match.

"I can tell how much effort you put into cheering us up. You have no idea how thankful I am, to have a voice like yours to praise me, to encourage me and help me do better. So, now I want to do the same for you. You'll let me... Right?"

You have never loved her voice more, now that she's sitting on the bed as you lay in it, singing the song that's currently playing, only to stop and tell you how amazing you are and how much she values you.

It's an unmatched feeling, an unique visit, and you'd both gladly repeat soon.

Mafuyu Asahina

Mafuyu was definitely the one who figured out your true nature the quickest. You were shocked the first time she sent you a DM, showing that she was aware about your feelings!

Before you truly panicked, she told you that she was the same, and that you shouldn't worry about your secret with this group. Just in case, you asked for confirmation with the others, and they seemed to agree!

However, when it comes to helping you with your feelings, that's where she stumbles. It's hard for her to imagine what you'd like in those moments of weakness, and this blank that she draws can be a little frustrating...

Before anything happens, she talks with Miku about what to do in case she needs to help you, and she learns about the desire to want some silence and to have someone trustworthy next to one.

Thanks to this, once she actually sees your facade crumbling in front of anyone, she'll excuse you and take you to a place that no one else will disturb. She'll lower her mask, and tell you to do the same.

"What? Are you surprised I knew what you were thinking? It was nothing. I just saw your face, and knew that you weren't doing well. Now, stop forcing yourself for a while. We're alone, and I'll keep it that way until you regain some strength. You can trust me."

Once you show just how vulnerable you feel, she'll silently listen to everything you say, sitting next to you as she supports your body. Be it you laying your head on her shoulders, or your torso on her chest, she'll become a pillar for you.

And she'll stay that way for as long as it takes. As long as you need her to...

Ena Shinonome

After two that take the more passive approach to comfort, here's one that tackles your problems head on! After all, Ena has never been the type to just stay put when someone she cares about is distressed!

Even though she may not catch onto your fake persona at first, she will keep an eye on your behavior! At first it wasn't because she cared too badly, but that changed as time passed.

Ena knows quite well that there are off days when people just aren't doing so well, not for any specific reason. So in order to help you feel at ease, even before you start acting weak, she would ask about your work and duties!

If she ever notices a change in your speaking pattern or an increase in your responsibilities, she will give you some advice in order to feel better! And if there's no real reason she can identify, then she'll ask for a favor!

Once she does, she invites you to a new pastry shop that just opened, and gives you tips on how to relax on your off time! She even shares a few shops she has taken selfies at, and gives you a list of places to visit!

"What, you think that I would just be flailing around, whining while a friend drowns in sorrows? Of course not! At least, I would never! You've done quite a lot for me, you know? It's only fair to return the favor fair and square!"

Even after the date is over, she will continue to check up on you, and even ask for updates about your hobbies! And if you get a little careless, she will definitely reprimand you and tell you to do better!

It's a little surprising how well she handles the situation, but she does care a lot about you, so it's only natural for her to do the best that she can for your sake!

Mizuki Akiyama

Well, congratulations! Mizuki is honestly one of the best choices you could pick to take care of you when your defenses are down! And it's all thanks to the fact that she understands so thoroughly!

Just like Mafuyu, the seamstress can easily tell that you're hiding what you're feeling, and that if the facade you're wearing starts to wear off, you might be in trouble!

That's why she's the first to consider the possibility of your vulnerable side, the first to prepare for it, and the first to help you get comfortable around the group!

As soon as they hear a slightly different tone coming from you, they make an excuse so that you may excuse yourself, and they chase after you quickly afterwards!

What happens afterwards may go a number of ways. Before the event, Mizuki would explore your favorite hobbies/pastimes, and see if any of them matched theirs! If they did, they would use it to calm you down and help you retreat into a safe space!

"Hm?? Oh, don't worry about them! For now, this is all about you! Hehe, surprised I was so quick to act?? Hm, you don't worry about that either! Now, just rest on the couch while I get things ready! Want some snacks??"

Only once you're finished, they ask you what exactly made you uncomfortable, and what could also do the same in the future. If it was simply an off day, then they will ask you to contact them at any time! If it was something specific, then they'll make sure to keep it in mind for the future!

All in all, they feel that they can relate to your situation, and that's why they're very good at comforting you whenever you may feel weak or tired!

[titanicsimp]

Could I get a scenario modern day au where eren is on the phone and he makes his S/O ride him while hes on the phone

Yes you can, Thank you for sending in a request!!♥️

Eren Yeager x fem!reader - Having you ride him while he’s on the phone

cw: Vaginal sex, sex while on the phone, light choking, brief blowjob-ish

a/n: not me struggling to write this because I’m beefing with a dude called Eren irl 👹

“You’re kidding me?! The one time I don’t go I miss all this?”

Eren chats and laughs loudly, his phone pressed against his ear. He’s sitting next to you on the couch, his free arm resting leisurely over the back of the couch, his fingers teasing your neck and his nails scraping past the sensitive skin now and then.

Why did Armin have to call right now? Just a few minutes ago Eren’s lips had been on yours and his hand up your shirt, grinding the bulge in his pants against your panties eagerly. You had been so ready to have him shove his cock into your wetness, but then his phone rang. When he got off of you to pick up the phone, you had expected it to be a short call, but you were unfortunately wrong. Jean had gotten shit faced the night before and Eren wanted to hear all about it from Armin, leaving you pouting next to him on the couch.

You tug at the end of your skirt impatiently as Eren continues calling next to you. Your core still throbs with need, it’s not fair that he got you all fired up to just leave you like this.

His hand grabs your chin, making you look at him. ‘Come here’ he mouths, flashing you a grin. You raise your eyebrows in confusion, but do so nonetheless, his hand sliding over your arm and guiding you onto his lap.

You can hear Armin still talking on the other end of the call, a second voice joining in now and then in the background which you are guessing is Connie. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you cock your head to the side, questioning him silently about what he wants.

“Please tell me you took pictures.” Eren tells Armin while his hand slides up your stomach, your breath hitching when he reaches your chest.

He gropes at your breasts eagerly through your top, the lustful intention behind his request now showing in his eyes.

Seems like Armin is searching for pictures as Eren quickly mutes himself. His gaze locks onto yours and he smirks. “I want you to ride me.”

Your eyes widen, this is new.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that impatient look on your face. Come on, baby.” He tells you, his hand only leaving your breasts so he can push your shirt up. He groans at the sight of your lacy bra, the swell of your breasts looking incredibly tempting. “Ride my fucking cock.”

You nod your head and grind yourself against his crotch, feeling how hard he already is. Guess you weren’t the only one still worked up despite the interruption. Armin’s voice returns and Eren unmutes himself. He presses a finger to his mouth, warning you to be silent.

It’s odd to hear him talking so casually while you unzip his pants, the emotions on his face flashing past fast as he focuses on both you and the conversation.

“Why did you let him take pictures? He’s a shit photographer when he’s sober, nevermind drunk.”

He breathes in sharply when you stroke his length through his boxers, a sly smile showing on your face. You grip onto his clothed cock, stroking it till you feel him throbbing through the material.

You wet your lips when you free him from his boxers, precum dripping from the tip of his cock already. You want to taste him.

As soon as you move down slightly, Eren grabs your chin, raising your face back up. ‘Focus’ he mouths at you cockily. You pout in disappoint, but follow his direction regardless. Grabbing onto his hard cock, you position yourself over him, allowing your slick to drip down onto him when you move your underwear to the side. His hand finds your hip and his fingers dig in harshly as he braces himself.

Teasing him is a tempting thought. He seems to catch the look of mischief on your face, pushing you down onto the head of his cock easily with the single hand on your hip. You bite your lip as you let him sink you down fully onto his length.

This is what you wanted and you wish you could sigh at the relief of having him stuff your throbbing cunt. His jaw tightens as he tries to hold his own sounds back, his lips parted and letting out heavy breaths.

“What? Nah I just caught a cold, can’t breath well through my nose.” Eren says into the phone, Armin apparently having questioned him on his breathing.

You giggle softly before you start moving your hips, slowly dragging his cock along your walls. He feels so good, stretching you out so perfectly.

He lets his head hang back, eyes squeezing shut as you ride him. He’s has to fight the urge to pick you up and fuck you into the couch, knowing that much faster than you are going right now will be noticeable, your cunt already making enough wet noises like this.

You aren’t focusing on the conversation anymore in even the slightest. All you need to hear is his strained breathing and the slap of your body against his. You want to go faster, take him into you deeper, but Eren’s hand squeezes in warning whenever you change your pace.

Looking at him with his head thrown back, neck all exposed, you can’t help the urge to touch him more. You lean forward, placing your hands on his chest as your lips find the exposed skin of his neck.

“Shit.” He mumbles, letting it slip.

You know you should probably slow down as he quickly whips up an excuse for Armin, but you won’t. He wanted you to ride him and you won’t be stopped by this phonecall again.

When you lick and suck at a sensitive spot on his neck, his hand suddenly finds your hair. He pulls your head back by it roughly, away from his neck and making you face him, a moan slipping past your lips as he keeps the hold on your hair. His cheeks are flushed a deep red and his eyebrows are knit together, the strain he’s putting on himself apparent. He thrusts up into you hard, breaking your pacing and causing you to clench around him wildly. Your nails dig into his t-shirt, gripping the fabric as he continues to fuck up into your heat.

The mischievous look in Eren’s eyes sends a shiver down your body. He’s caring less and less about being heard. He doesn’t even notice that Armin has gone quiet on the other side, so focused on the way you suck him in.

Sorry Armin. The embarrassment of it is present, but only as a little whisper in the back of your mind. Your main priority right now is slamming back against Eren’s thrusts till your eyes are crossed from cumming.

“I need to help y/n with something, hold on.” Eren announces to his friend before quickly putting his phone down further away on the couch.

He grins as his hands move under your skirt and to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh and making it jiggle in his hands with every collision of your bodies. “He’s going to hear your messy pussy like this, baby.” Eren croaks out, leaning closer so he can say it softly.

You shake your head. “H-he won’t.”

“Hhmm, are you sure?”

Your body shakes with pleasure and you feel the coil in your abdomen starting to build.

One of his hands leaves your ass to grab onto your neck, holding his big hand around it loosely. “Are you sure he can’t hear, or do you just not care?”

All you can do is shake your head again, your eye crossing moment coming so close that you don’t want to slow down. His hand lightly squeezing your neck only makes more of your slick drip down his cock and you can feel his heavy breath on your neck now, his face so close to you. “You just don’t care huh. You don’t care as long as I keep on pounding your little hole.”

He kisses your jaw as his grip on your ass tightens, his fingers painfully scratching through your panties. “Tell me that you don’t care, or you won’t get to cum.”

A surge of ecstasy and desperation flows through you, your lips quivering. “I don’t care. God, Eren, I don’t care, please just keep fucking me.” You whisper out fast, scared that if you part your lips for more than a few seconds moans will start pouring out.

His chuckle resonates against your skin before he moves away from it. You bite your lip harshly when Eren stares down at you, his intense gaze going straight to your core. He catches you off guard by moving his hand from your neck to over your mouth, the other leaving your ass and seeking out your clit instead. Your eyes widen as your walls spasm around his length when he starts rubbing your clit. “Cum and show me how desperate you were for my cock.” He whispers.

You whimper against his hand, moving your hips becoming increasingly harder, but Eren is more than happy to pick up the slack. His fingers send sparks through you at every circle they draw over your sensitive nub. His hand becomes more of a blessing with each second that passes, keeping your noises repressed becoming nearly impossible.

Beads of sweat form on his forehead, and you can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek in an effort to hold back. His cock starts twitching as he rocks himself up against you, his end quickly approaching. Shit, it had been hard to pry his hands off of you when he got the call, but after he kept on seeing your impatient, lustful face from the corner of his eye, he couldn’t wait any longer. As he watches you bounce on his cock, your eyes watery and rolling to the back of your head, he knows he made the right decision. Even Armin couldn’t blame him for being tempted by a sight like you.

You mewl his name out against his hand, ass smacking down against his thighs repeatedly at a desperate pace. So close, so close you can feel your legs quiver from your impending orgasm already.

Eren pinches your clit, catching you by surprise and violently pushing you over the edge. His hand cups your mouth more intently as whines slip past your lips and your cunt spasms around his cock. He curses under his breath, continuing to thrust into you even after you fall slack against him, little shocks rocking your body. Having the walls of your heat milk him so tightly makes sure that his orgasm isn’t far behind yours.

Hot spurts of cum fill your insides after a last shallow thrust, Eren having purposely pulled his cock out almost completely so cum instantly starts running out of your cunt. Your thighs and his pants become stained even as he’s still pumping you full.

When he pulls out with a sigh, he quickly snaps your panties back in place, covering your heat back up. Within seconds you can feel your panties becoming soaked with his cum, your hole still heavily spilling from how much he filled you up.

Eren’s hand slowly leaves your mouth before he pushes your weak form away from his chest. “Come on, baby, get off. Armin’s waiting.” He whispers cruelly in your ear. Heat immediately rises to your cheeks as your fucked out mind registers that he’s still on the phone.

You force yourself off of his lap on wobbly legs while he looks at you with smug satisfaction. Before you can get away from him, he pushes you down on your knees by your shoulders, your legs easily giving out. You raise your eyebrows at him, but he simply picks up his phone from the couch. “Hey, I’m back. Y/n needed some help moving boxes.”

You bite back a yelp as he forces your face against his cock, his free hand holding the back of your head. With a half glare, you part your lips and start cleaning him off. Your combined juices feel tingly on your tongue as you lick up and down his length.

“Y/n? Yeah, she’s doing great.” Eren looks down at you cockily as you lap at his half hard length. “I’ll have her say hi.”

Your eyes widen at him, your tongue falling still. “No she’s fine with it. I’ll hand her the phone right now.” He tells Armin before reaching the phone out towards you. You give him a full glare now as you take the phone out of his hand, a grin showing on his face.

Your hand shakes slightly as it wraps around the phone and you bring it to your ear.

“Hey y/n...”

Shit, you can tell from the tone of Armin’s voice that’s he’s flustered, and right now that can only mean one thing. You bite the inside of your cheek in embarrassment at being confronted with the fact he heard. Your eyes flick from the ground to Eren, who catches your gaze and raises his eyebrows like he has to clue why you are hesitating.

Swallowing heavily, you try to keep your voice steady even as Eren pats the back of your head, his cock still smearing against your cheek. “H-hi Armin..”

You think you did pretty good, not having heard the light slurring of your words and heightened pitch of your voice. Both men heard it though, and both felt a twitch because of it.