#i would not have fixed her tho i would have made her worse

[insidekatmind]

Tease~Jude Bellingham

Wearning: +18, smut, jealous, english is not my first language.

It was one of those nights when you felt a little more provocative than usual. Dinner had started as usual, with you and Jude talking about light things, but then, as usual, you had begun to tease him. First an ironic comment, then a bit more biting joke, and finally the discussion broke out. Jude, who usually managed to keep his cool, was visibly irritated Yet you did not stop, you liked to see how you made him nervous, as his patience was slowly being consumed.

"Don’t do that, Jude, I’m just kidding you!" you said with a mischievous smile as you saw his eyes harden

He cast a glance of warning, but you did not notice. In fact, you kept flirting with the waiter who passed by your table, playing with his hair and throwing some jokes. Jude saw it, and frustration began to mount. | His face became more tense, his hands squeezed under the table He tried to keep control, but you pushed him further and further.

"You are a very reckless one,' he murmured, but you ignored him completely, concentrating on that waiter who smiled kindly at you.

"Excuse me, another glass of wine please?" I asked in a sweet voice, making each word sound like a little seduction. Jude couldn’t help but stare at you with a certain anger. His patience was at its limit, and you knew he was about to explode

"You do it on purpose, don’t you?" Jude said in a low but tense voice. " You make me angry every time with these provocations Why can’t you be calm?"

At that point, despite his efforts to stay calm, you’re turning towards him with a mocking smile. "Oh, come on, Jude! I’m just having a little fun. You can’t be so serious all the time.

But he did not smile anymore. In fact, he seemed to be on the verge of completely losing his temper. As soon as the waiter brought you the wine, Jude jumped up from his chair and grabbed your arm with a force that made you realize that things were getting worse.

"That’s it," he said in a firm voice, no room for discussion. "Come with me."

You complained, trying to break free from her grip. "Why? I wasn’t even that bad! And you’re acting like I’m a baby!"

You didn’t care about his words, because the adrenaline of the moment pushed you to do more. You were making him angry and enjoying the game of tension. When you came out of the restaurant, Jude pushed you against the car, his body blocking you, while trying to keep control

"I told you to shut up," he snapped, his voice now broken by frustration.

You, more and more stubborn, opened your mouth to answer, but before you could say anything, Jude kissed you passionately, stopping you suddenly. You felt overwhelmed, the warmth of his body against yours made you feel vulnerable, but somehow it silenced you. His kiss was not sweet, but steady, as if he were trying to put down a fire that you yourself had started.

When he detached, his eyes were full of determination. "Now,'" he said in an authoritative tone, "silence. I don’t want to hear a word until we get home."

You stood there for a moment, trying to recover from the surprise. His words left you breathless, but you realized that was the end of the game for that night. Despite your rebellious spirit, you felt that at that moment Jude had put you in his place. And maybe, deep down, you needed some calm after all that chaos

The silence following the kiss was tense, almost palpable, as Jude led you home. The road seemed longer than usual, and the noise of the car’s engine filled every corner of the cabin, You leaned against the seat

Crossing your arms, but you couldn’t help but watch Jude drive. His jaw was stretched, eyes fixed on the road, but you could still see how he tried to hold off the anger

He would sometimes glance at you, but could not completely hide the irritation on his face, You knew that he would not like to see you so indifferent, yet you could not help but continue to challenge him, Even though you knew he was struggling with his patience

At last, when the car took a tighter turn, Jude lifted his right hand from the steering wheel and, without saying anything, put it on your thigh. Not on the part covered by the dress, but right where the fabric broke off, leaving the skin uncovered. The contact was sweet but firm, as if he wanted to calm down as if, somehow, he tried to regain control of the situation.

You stopped to look at him, the heart beating faster than usual, feeling the warmth of his hand resting gently on you. For a moment, it seemed to you that his touch was telling you something, but it was difficult to interpret what. It seemed that he tried to keep a little intimacy despite the tension between you.

"You mustn’t make me so angry anymore," he said in a low voice, as his hand slowly stroked you, as if trying to calm you down, but even though his tone was firm there was a sweetness in his gestures.

"I don’t know how much longer I can stand you acting like a child." Your answer came from instinct "you don’t like that I make you angry, do you?

Jude kept looking forward, but his mischievous smile appeared for a second, almost as if he was enjoying seeing that you were not afraid to tease him, even now.

"You are impossible"he replied, with a tone that could not completely hide a kind of affection mixed with frustration.

His hand kept moving on your thigh, making little circles as if he wanted to make you understand that, despite everything, there was still something deep between you, something beyond the provocations and discussions

You looked at him, studying every detail of his face. You saw his eyes focused on the road, but Jude’s expression was more complex than he would admit. Despite his irritation, there was a thread of tenderness hidden beneath the surface Despite everything, you knew he really cared about you.

Even if you didn’t like to admit it, you knew that his way of reacting, even though authoritarian, came from a place of care and concern.

The machine continued to slip into the night, while you and Jude were both trapped in that delicate balance between anger and affection, between defiance and complicity. The road was finally coming to an end, but you knew that what would happen at home would be much more important than anything else at that time

Jude began to lower his hand down over your panties and started to tap the covered entrance and you moaned at the impact.

Jude said nothing and started to move his underwear sideways and then put a finger in it and you were moaning.

"Jude" you murmured as he grunted as your pussy clutched his finger.

"So wet" Jude’s mumbling while trying to focus on the drive. "Did you get excited make me angry?"

You didn’t answer, hearing that he didn’t answer she slapped your pussy and you moaned then added two fingers inside your pussy.

"Answer when I ask you a question," he said, pushing them faster inside you.

"Yes" you murmured softly and he smiled a little while he kept pumping your fingers inside of you.

You groaned softly as you raised your hips towards his fingers.

You were about to come on his fingers and Jude knew it but he took them away from you immediately and you whined with your whip.

Jude licks your juices and continues to concentrate on driving.

When you got home, Jude took you straight to your room and made you kneel while you were sucking his dick.

He licked his big dick and knew you were doing it to provoke him. Jude without warning put all the dick in your mouth and fucked your mouth making you moan with his cock in your mouth.

Jude groans as he pushes more brutally inside you. " Keep going," murmurs Jude, lowering his head for pleasure as he pushed his hips faster and then spat in your mouth making you almost vomit from the hard impact.

He made you stand up and lay down on the bed with your belly down giving a strong slap on your neck and then enter in one shot only making you moan loudly while he fucked you without mercy.

He took you by the hair to put your back on his chest while sucking your neck and biting it.

You groaned as it kept pushing hard inside you.

He grunted near your ear as he felt that your pussy was tightening his cock more and more.

"Apologize for how you behaved and promise not to do it again," he said, pushing harder.

You tried to talk but the pleasure he was giving you was too much and he couldn’t say a sensible word.

Jude started slapping your butt as he pushed harder and you screamed.

"Jude, i'm sorry" you said while he was fucking your soul.

"I don’t do it anymore, I’ll behave like a good girl" you said whining.

He smiled and put a hand on your neck turning your face to then kiss you and push his cock more gently inside you.

You both moaned in the kiss and you came on his cock and your pussy was tightening more and more his dick making him groan loud and make him trigger orgasm then cum inside of you.

"Shit, this pussy is magic" and then kiss you again.

When you were clean, you sat in bed with your head against his chest and you apologized to him, and he smiled softly as he kissed your forehead.

[slashthrashandcrash]

Nothing in this life can convince me that Susie wasn't a nerdy ass fandom kid who drew self ship art and had a 7 page list of headcannons and read ungodly amounts of fanfic

Rip Susie she woulda loved creepypasta, fnaf and Undertale

Susie would have fucking thrived being a cringe ass dweeb in the early 2010s. She would have had a deviantART and fanfiction.net account. Her myspace would be written entirely in o-0 ranDUMZ speak. She'd wear a GIR hoodie. She skipped to Act 6 in Homestuck.

[arolesbianism]

Despite how much I suffered making my last isat au Aris sprite redraw, I decided to do it again and once again went through hell doing it. There’s like a billion mistakes in this (such as her having the wrong arm rip) but at the end of the day I’m still happy with how it turned out :]

[the-amber-droid-dreams]

[ID: A priest in a confession booth looking shocked]

[demonic0angel]

Anger Management prompt where there is a car accident, except it's in space, between Team Phantom and The Outlaws.

(Lmaoooo this is so freaking funny bc my sister got into a car accident just a week ago. She’s fine tho, dw)

Part 2

“Fuck you!” The teenager immediately screamed. “Where the hell did you learn to drive?! Go back to school, fucking dumbass! You can’t even drive, you piece of sh—”

He was then pulled back by one of his friends, who grabbed him and dragged him back to their normal looking, definitely not broken spacecraft. A girl, dressed in a very distinctive style of goth, then made an awkward face, popped her gum, and said, “Sorry about him. He has really bad road rage.”

Jason’s eye twitched. “I can see that. So what’re we going to do now? You crashed into our spacecraft!”

“Well, you don’t have spaceship insurance, do you?” The girl drawled.

Jason was suddenly reminded of why he hated Tim Drake and Damian Wayne. They were goddamn insufferable, obnoxious, annoying, irresponsible teenagers.

Jason suddenly felt like he aged 20 years in an instant and wondered if this was what Dick felt like, being so old.

Roy patted him on the arm. “Want me to take care of this?”

Jason gestured for him to go ahead, already feeling a headache. Roy walked forward and smiled charmingly. “Hey, kiddo! So, it’s not a big deal that we got bumped into— happens all the time! But we just want to know where your parents are! And why you’re out in space! And how we’re going to get back to earth, since our shipped is now wrecked. You know what earth is, right? Earth is—”

“We know what earth is,” the same cursing teenager from earlier said with a snide tone, “We live there too.”

Roy and Jason blinked.

Then Jason spat, “Well, that doesn’t do us shit! We still have a wrecked spacecraft and we’re stuck here on this moon until you fix it! Don’t think you can just fly away! We’re stranded because of you brats!”

Kori then appeared out of the spacecraft and flew down to them all. The kids all immediately stopped, eyes wide in awe. She smiled and said, “Hello, children! Is there anyway you can help us? You did wreck our spacecraft after all.”

Immediately, in the most respectful tone Jason had ever heard, the two-faced brat from earlier then said, “I’m so sorry, miss. We didn’t think that anyone would be exploring this part of space out here, so we weren’t looking! We’re sorry. We don’t have the tools to fix it either.”

Jason’s entire face suddenly wanted to break out into the nastiest glare he could muster. So not only did this kid blatantly show favoritism to Kori (even if she was definitely super cool), he also couldn’t help at all despite the fact that he completely stranded them in space after being careless with a spaceship?

Kori frowned and they all shared a look. Now what? Jason could feel the migraine get more annoying and he almost wanted to pull out his gun just to kill some kids and feel better about his shitty fucking day, when the other teen, who had pulled away the feral brat, spoke up and said, “We can call Jazz!”

“Oh yeah! Jazz! Quick, Sam, call her up!”

Roy narrowed his eyes. “Who’s Jazz?”

“My big sister,” the brat said, “She’ll fix this.”

Great. Another annoying person who would only make his headache worse and possibly piss him off even further. However, just as he finished thinking this and sharing another annoyed look with Roy, a green portal opened up and a goddess stepped down.

She was tall, with a curvaceous figure wrapped in black and blue robes, as well as a fluffy cape around her shoulders. Her hair fell down over her back, colored red like fire and sunsets and tiger lilies, and her face was that of a statue, carefully designed, crafted, and admired by all. She was so beautiful and picturesque that the air around her seemed to glow like a halo.

Just looking at her made Jason’s sorrows disappear.

She blinked her fluttering eyelashes over her turquoise eyes and then asked, “What seems to be the problem?”

Her voice was so angelic that Jason didn’t even feel his headache anymore.

“Nothing now that you’re here,” Jason said dreamily.

“Oh my god,” Roy said, hand over his mouth as he stared at Jason in shock. Even Kori looked shocked and amused.

The boy with black hair shared a disgusted look with his friends. “I thought that would’ve been my line.”

[jjkfanatik]

Pablo Martin Páez Gavira x Reader

Summary: You find out that the guy you have been going out with has been lying about who he really is. How did you guys even meet, what were his reasons and thoughts and will your relationship remain?

Warnings: grammar issues, brief and light mention of drinking, other than that it’s pretty fluffy.

A/n: Hello Ladies! This is the first time i ever wrote something with the intention to post it. Feel free to give me some tips on how to better my writing, as long as you are kind. Keep in mind that english is not my first language. I hope you guys enjoy this. 🤗

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He knew he shouldn’t have lied about who he really is, but that one little lie came out of him before he could even think about it and now what is he supposed to do! Should he just run away and tell you the truth after those two weeks of such nice dates he is almost convinced that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

Run away and block you as soon as he gets home, yeah thats whats going on inside his head standing still and silently in front of you.

Does he even want to leave you? No, of course not. He wants to get to know you even better and continue all those dates and show you what you really mean to him.

can you really blame him tho? football players often don’t have the best reputation, pablo would never want you to think of him as arrogant or a player, or -even worse- an arrogant player. But you found out and now he needs to fix it bevor he never gets the chance to talk to you again.

“Um… your name is pablo right? Not actually Martin…”You asked, again seeing as he stood there not even blinking an eye, after you just asked him the first time, standing infront of your dorm room door.

keeping a soft voice and trying not to look too angry while asking the question that has been on your mind ever since he picked you up to take a walk and later on eat a sweet treat. Understandably you were angry, after finding out about his, real identity you could say, you have been nothing but thinking about why he would hide it.

Many emotions swirled through your body. Anger, disappointment and sadness. Feeling stupid for not having known him and needing your friend to look at you like you have grown to heads when you told her about this Martin guy and later showing her a picture of him “well thats pablo gavi” she told you. Thinking so much about it had you starting to form some self doubt, quickly shoving those thoughts away before they got to serious. Getting the idea that he may had gotten a wrong impression on you when you first meet him, causing him to lie but why would he then ask for your number and later on take you on really amazing dates where he had been nothing but a total sweetheart, nothing made sense anymore.

Bringing you flowers which seem like so much thought had been put into picking each and every single flower in there, holding every door open for you and making sure that you were nothing but comfortable and content during each and every second of the day. You guys had meet due to a really good Friend you had made during your first week here at university, Sira Martínez is her name. Having moved from a foreign country to peruse your dream, i had not been easy to make many -really any- friends since every student has their friendgroup and being pretty hostile when someone tried to come to close for their liking. When you had meet her in the community bathroom crying about her boyfriend beeing injured and not knowing how to help you could just not leave her there. Sitting there for more than two hours and talking about various things, both of you knew that a new bond was just formed.

After your first exam Sira had been trying to talk you to come clubbing with her, adding that you should “loosen up or else you wont find a boyfriend ever” and after hours of her sticking to your side like gum and telling you how both of you could even go into the vip section of that club because her boyfriend is known by the locals and many more, you agreed just so she would give you some peace.

Thats how you found yourself in a way to fancy club in the even fancier vip lounge all alone sipping on some cold beverage thats to expensive for its bad taste. Your gaze is set on Sira and her man laughing und danzing like there is no tomorrow. Your eyes sometimes shift to this one guy standing there with his friends conversing. Something about him just seems to draw your attention on him. Maybe its the way the purple light shines on his face, even a couple of meters away you can tell hes got those birthmarks on his really, really handsome face.

A scream shifts your attention to the other side of the club. Just some girl having had to much to drink. You want to turn around again and get back to observing that guy. But hes sitting right beside you. Jumping a little you look at your hands on the table holding an overpriced and not so good tasting beverage. Thank god its on the house -again Siras boyfriend- your bracing yourself because your sure your about to get told off for looking like some creep. But that never came instead; “I like your dress.”

And thats how you hit it of talking about how the club does not suite both of y’all’s taste and you would have much rather been invited to a more closed of, private and chill get together.

Never would you have expected him to lie about who he really is.

“I didnt want you making assumptions about me im not a bad person just bc i play football, im a nice guy you know that. I just thought that you would rather give me a chance being just me.” His eyes never meeting yours

“Your cute and kind Pablo, i like that about you and your fist name is nice, it fits you better”

Inching closer together and standing a bit on your tippie toes to fully reach his face

Pablos and your lips met in a soft and short kiss which had soon been intensified by Pablo’s hands that pulled you two closer together. His fingers caressed your cheeks. Even after parting from your lips they stayed right there providing you warmth and comfort You both stood there for a couple of seconds just smiling at each other, like some silly in love teens, which to be honest you guys kinda really are.

As you both then backed up a little bit. You wanted to make sure that nothing about your relationship -if you could call it that- had changed. “ so will you pick me up tomorrow? we should go on a date you as pablo and me as me.” I see his eyes get a bit wide wondering if he really thought that I would be so mad at him to not want to see him again my heart breaks a little thinking of that.

My stream of thoughts soon gets interrupted as he answers me. “Yeah! Definitely i will come straight after practice, don’t worry really!” His answer is a bit rushed. He seems excited. At least i hope he is. “Just make sure to not come smelly” we both laugh at that slowly inching more and more away even tho both of us would have loved some more time together. Having reached the door and getting my keys out i open the door, turning to him one last time debating if I should blow him a kiss or not but deciding against it, that can wait for after our date tomorrow.

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Alter Just found this after like 6 months 💀

[merthosus]

Hi! Do you mind doing like an angsty fluff with Diego where you finally meet him again in the 60s at Elliot’s after he’s been stuck at the mental institution, but somethings off, he’s got someone else glued to his hip.

Meeting again

Summary: You were the last sibling, landing onto your feet, infront of a usual looking ally. The first thing, which came to your mind was finding the others, especially Diego. But little did you know, after finding him you wish you never did.

Thank you for your lovely request, even tho it broke my heart! Also, here a sexy poster from Five I fell in love with! With every purchase you automatically support me :) https://amzn.to/3yGK6Fm

“She’s… we’ve been through a lot together”

After getting brutally teleported into a different timeline, falling out of two meters onto hard concrete and getting cat-called by multiple old man on the streets, your day already was ruined. Thinking that it couldn't get any worse was understandable but at the same time so wrong. It got worse, it got incredibly worse.

You were on a hunt. `your prey?', you may ask. A six foot tall, handsome (you would never tell him that, his ego is big enough), and amazingly accurate knife throwing man. It was difficult to overlook him. You were kind of disappointed, that he didn't make you a trail out of knifes like in Hensel and Gretel. Something like that would have made it easier to find him. But as you knew him, everywhere he stepped a foot, he left a mark. Involuntary most times.

34 days later...

You’ve been searching for Diego for what feels like forever, a gnawing worry in your gut that only grew with each passing day. When you finally heard that he’d been taken to a mental institution after landing in the 60s, your heart dropped. The relief of knowing he was alive was quickly overshadowed by the fear of what he’d been through.

The day you finally walk into Elliot’s place, you spot him immediately. Your heart leaps at the sight of him—alive, whole, and so achingly familiar. But something’s off. He’s not alone. There’s a woman glued to his side, her hand resting on his arm as if it belongs there. She’s talking to him, and he’s smiling down at her, a softness in his eyes that you’ve only ever seen directed at you.

You freeze in the doorway, the world tilting on its axis. The Diego you know would have come running to you, would have swept you into his arms without a second thought. But this Diego just glances up, his eyes widening in surprise, then flicking back to the woman beside him. It’s like a punch to the gut, leaving you breathless and disoriented.“Diego?” Your voice is small, uncertain, as if you’re not sure if this is really happening. His gaze finally locks onto yours, and for a moment, you see the Diego you know—the one who fought for you, who would do anything to keep you safe. But then he steps back, putting a small distance between the two of you, as if he’s unsure of how to bridge the gap that’s formed between you.

“Y/N,” he says, your name coming out in a breath, like he’s been holding it in this whole time. But his tone is guarded, almost hesitant, and it breaks your heart a little more. The woman at his side looks between the two of you, confusion and maybe a hint of understanding dawning on her face. You force yourself to smile, but it feels brittle. “It’s good to see you,” you say, even though every part of you is screaming that this isn’t right. That something has changed, something you don’t know if you can fix.

Diego glances at the woman beside him, then back at you. “This is Lila,” he introduces, and there’s something in the way he says her name that makes your stomach churn. “She’s… she helped me get out of the hospital.” “Helped?” The word comes out sharper than you intended, and you see Diego flinch. Lila doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe she just doesn’t care. She smiles at you, and it’s almost too easy, too friendly. “Yeah, helped,” Diego replies, his voice softer now, like he’s trying to ease you into something you’re not ready to hear. “She’s… we’ve been through a lot together.”

The unspoken words hang in the air between you, and you can feel your heart cracking just a little more with each passing second. “I’m glad you’re okay,” you manage to say, even though your voice trembles. Diego’s eyes soften, and for a brief moment, it’s just the two of you again, like it used to be. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says, and you know he means it, but there’s still that barrier between you, the one you’re not sure how to cross.

Lila touches his arm, and the moment shatters. “We should go,” she says, looking up at Diego, and he nods, though he looks back at you as if he wants to say something more. “Yeah,” he agrees, and the word feels like a goodbye. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

You nod, unable to trust your voice. You watch as they walk away, side by side, and it feels like your heart is being wrenched out of your chest. But just before they disappear, Diego glances back at you one last time, and in his eyes, you see it—the regret, the confusion, the love he’s trying so hard to push down. And you know, deep down, that this isn’t the end. But it doesn’t stop it from hurting like hell.

Alright I will go cry now but still thanks for the request :)

[neuvistar]

DOUBLE TROUBLE!

— featuring ┊il dan heng x f!reader x blade

— warnings / content warnings ┊ all consensual btw ! this is kinda messy n not rlly proofread cuz i was lazy but whatever, threesome, finger sucking, vaginal sex, il dan heng has two cocks (woah), riding, double penetration, hair pulling, slight choking but it’s nothing too extreme, grabbing at il dan heng’s horns while u ride him mhm mhm, use of nicknames ofc, overall suggestive content | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊based on this ask right here by my bff, special tag 4 bff ! @yanqingisim | there’s so many mistakes but i’m too lazy 2 fix it it’s ok tho live laugh love

poor you, you really didn’t expect to get caught up in this situation, never in all years of your lifespan would you expect to have two of the hottest men you’ve laid your eyes on going down on you like it’s their last.

dan heng huffed as he nuzzled against your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that drove him absolutely crazy, it was worse enough he was in his true form. his hands travelling down to your hips as he has you seated on his lap as you felt another pair of hands sliding beneath your shirt, ah yes.. blade. you almost couldn’t comprehend just how god it felt to have their hands roaming around your body, dan heng’s lips interlocked against yours as his tongue slips past through.. kissing you with absolute passion and desperation while the other nibbles on your shoulder, slowly dragging his mouth to your neck from time to time, smirking against your skin at every lewd moan that left your mouth. gosh, they weren’t even fucking you yet and you were already desperate for more. then, a voice spoke up.. completely putting a stop to the immense pleasure you were taking in. “you think she’s ready?” blade pulled away from your skin, cocking a brow at dan heng, huh. you could’ve sworn there was a hint of annoyance and impatience in his voice.

“i think so. what do you think, baby? are you ready? you’re alright with this, right?” dan heng gave your nose a quick peck, his tail brushing against your fingers. his face lit up as he saw you nod, your lips quivering. “mm.. alright. you ready to take two cocks at the same time?”

“.. two? is blade okay with th—“

“you poor poor girl.” blade chuckled, completely cutting you off. “it’s not my cock you’re taking, sweet thing..” then, his fingers tangled in your hair, gripping rather hard as he made you look up.. a low chuckle erupting from his chest “it’s his.” before you could protest or question anything, you could feel the tip of dan heng’s fingers tracing down your body, going lower and lower.. reaching the hemline of your panties as he gave you one last smirk, forcefully ripping it off. the cold air hit your pussy as you gasped, your back hitting blade’s chest as he had his hands on your hips to keep you still.. feeling the tips of dan heng’s digits running along your thighs, rubbing the slit of your drenched cunt with two fingers, feeling your wetness on her fingers. “this might hurt, so..” dan heng paused for a second before he began to undo his pants, your eyes almost popping out of your sockets at the sight of the two hardened cocks pressing against your lower abdomen. “brace yourself, sweetheart. you’re not leaving my lap until i’m satisfied, mhm?” he spoke, joy igniting from his body when he saw you nod. “good girl.”blade then pressed himself closer behind you, hands on your hips pinching your nipples from behind as his mouth worked wonders on your neck.

dan heng inhaled as he grew even more desperate and needy, your scent was too much for him, he couldn’t help it! he finally snapped. letting his desires and neediness do all the talking, taking over him as he hooked both arms under your thighs, hastily lifting you up from his lap.. aligning you with his aching cock. dan heng threw his head back, trying to take in the feeling of your walls clenching around him almost immediately, forcing a choked moan out of him. his muscles tensed at the sensation around his dick, letting out the most angelic moan known to mankind, trying to get used to how absolutely good you felt around him. he bit his lip, his other hardened cock twitching in anticipation. “shit.. angel. fuck— you feel good..” he cursed, squeezing the flesh of your ass before thrusting upwards. “come on, pretty. ride it, ride me. ride me like you mean it.”

fuck, he was girthy alright.

the other raven haired male scoffed at him, trying to fight and ignore the discomfort in his pants, his own cock twitched at the sight of both of you, his finger tangling into your hair once more as he pressed himself closer against you. you felt something hard against your back, but it’s not like you cared.. you were too lost in the moment.. letting your lust confrol your body, lifting yourself up, then down. up, down.. and it repeats. you rode dab heng’s cock with desire, your knuckles turning white at how tightly you were clutching his biceps. blade chuckled, pulling your hair hard enough to force your head to lean back, catching a glimpse of your face. “uh huh.. that’s it. that’s a face of a needy little whore. that’s what you are, sweet thing.” he whispered in your ear, his teeth digging into your skin. to your surprise, your hips were lifted once more as you felt dan heng’s long tail wrapping itself around your waist, holding you in place before you gasped at the sudden stretch of your cunt, his second cock slipping inside of your hole, the same one as well. fuck, it hurt so good.. so so good. your fingers wrapped around his horns, earning a needy whine from him as your moans gradually got louder the more he thrusts into you, stretching you out

“f-fuck.. don’t grip them so tightly.. ‘gonna make them all sore tonight, baby. you’re gonna.. mm make cum from how hard you’re holdin’ me..” he bit his lip as he grabbed your hips, angling it a completely different angle as it was before as he slammed your hips down onto himself, whimpering at two fingers flicking your clit.

blade was clearly enjoying himself as much as you both were, he was probably sure he came in his pants already because of how hot of a show you and dan heng were putting on, watching you take dan heng’s cocks like an absolute champ, whispering the dirtiest shit in your ear, biting it from time to time. “such good little fucktoy you are, precious. look at how well you’re milking his cock. come on, let him hear you.. louder.” your body shook as you released on dan heng’s cock, oh. poor you.. bold of you to assume he would stop just there. he cupped your cheek, kissing the tears that threatened to leave your tears away. he was then caught off guard at how harshly you tugged on his horns while you rode him, cunt taking him in all too well while your tits bounced. his face reddened at the sensitivity of his horns against your palms, holding both of your wrists together above your head, careful not to accidentally hit blade in the head (even though he wanted to). “i thought i told you not to grip them so tightly, angel.. mmph-“ he threw his head back as he ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at you, a teary eyed expression on your face at the stretch and how rough he was being. well, it’s not like you were complaining anyways but that’s besides the point. “d-dan heng.. please!” the way you said his name triggered something in him. oh how soft you sounded, the way his named rolled so gently off your dirty little tongue, he was absolutely losing it, he needed more of you. his tail tightened its grip around your waist holding you up as he bucked his hips, slamming into you. fucking hell, he’s stretching you out so much.. he could break you if he wanted to.

the stellaron hunter’s hand wrapped itself around your neck with sharp nails digging into your skin, his other hand pressing close against your mouth. blade shoved his fingers inside the second time, pressing his digits close against your tongue before squeezing your throat. you couldn’t take two of them at once, the other pounding into you while the other tugged and kissed at your skin, you knew immediately you were gonna be sore the next morning. swallowing a lump in your throat, your tongue swirled him, sucking his fingers in a desperate manner while the sound is skin slapping against each other filled your ears, how lewd.. you could even catch disgusting sounds of squelching here and there too. these two are gonna be the end of you.. you thought. with how tightly you were holding onto dan heng’s horns for support, you knew that you were close. dan heng brought a hand to caress the huge bulge on your belly, feeling himself go in and out.. his two cocks stretching you more than it should have. (oops)

“yeah.. you like this don’t you, [name]? you like how they stretch you out?“ you couldn’t speak, you almost forgot how to fucking speak with how rough blade and dan heng were on your body and you as a whole, blade fondled with your breasts roughly while the other was holding you in place on his lap with his tail, thrusting up into your abused hole, the sounds of skin slapping and squelching only got louder when dan heng bit his lip, you felt like you were on cloud 9. your whines and whimpers were accompanied by dan heng’s moans, savouring just how good it felt having his huge cocks slamming inside.. the tip of his dicks kissing your deepest and untouched areas. blade on the other hand, his mouth was latched onto your neck, marking you for everyone else to see. “how does it feel, angel? milking my cock like this, fuck.. you’re pretty.” dan heng brought his voice down to a whisper. “c-can’t get enough of you”

“huh. sweetheart’s making you feel so good you started stuttering, pathetic.”

“shut up, if you.. ah— if you were in my position right now fucking her pussy like this, you would be messing up on your sentences too. don’t be so full of yourself, fool.” ah yes, they were arguing even during sex. you grumbled at their bickering, your breathing temporarily paused before dan heng thrusted himself into you hard and deep one final time before releasing, his cum oozing of you as some even dripped on his thigh.

gods. you really should’ve just went out for the day, maybe then your legs would’ve been saved.

[incorrectbatfam]

The 'Batfam on Reddit' post was fun and I won't mind another one! (I have nothing specific in mind besides more sibling shenanigans)

Going down the list, here's Jason

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Posted to r/AmITheAsshole by user local-zombie

AITA for changing my grandpa's cookie recipe? 

Earlier this week, one of my (22M) sisters decided to fill my rifle with purple glitter. As revenge, I swapped the salt and sugar before she made her waffles this morning. Prank worked, yada yada, that's not why I'm here though. 

See, like a dumbass, I forgot to switch them back. I've been running on 4 hours of sleep and I'm not even home half the time, sue me. It didn't really hit me until I was watching my grandpa make his signature chocolate chip cookies. 

This was some cinematic shit, I tell you. Everything happened in slow motion. Before I could say anything, he dumped an entire cup of salt into the batter followed by a teaspoon of sugar and started the stand mixer. It seemed then that all was lost. 

Out of nowhere, my dad—and I can't believe I'm saying this—descended like an angel from the heavens and asked my grandpa to help him with his hair. And lucky for me, I'm the only other person trusted to be in the kitchen. My grandpa told me to put the cookies in the oven before he went upstairs. 

This is where I might be the asshole. 

I needed to fix the dough immediately, so I added extra sugar and chopped up some caramel candy to (hopefully) turn it into some halfway-decent salted caramel chocolate chip cookies. Then I scooped them out, threw them in the oven, and prayed harder than the goddamn Pope himself. 

Apparently God had a high call volume though, because as soon as the plate hit the table, my ENTIRE family knew something was up, like a bunch of fucking detectives or some shit. And they immediately blamed me. They're not wrong, but the fact that that's their first reaction is totally unjustified. 

Anyway, now my family's pissed off and my dad thinks I should've just told gramps, but I think trying to fix the situation should count for something. So, Reddit, AITA? 

Comments

bluebirdz: Did they taste good? |— local-zombie: Not like the original, but a solid 7/10 |—— bluebirdz: All's well that ends well. NTA

redrobin: yta |— local-zombie: At least provide some reasoning |—— redrobin: no

starfire: NTA but next time give them a heads up |— your-tired-librarian: Also voting NTA but OP should've fessed up from the beginning.  |—— thatpurplething: I'm saying YTA for the waffle part |——— orphanized: not relevant |———— thatpurplething: It is to me

i-am-the-darkness-i-am-the-light: NTA for the way you handled it, that was pretty smart. YTA for tampering with food as a prank tho :/

notmysecretanimeaccount: You are indeed the donkey cavity for the poor setup and execution. |— local-zombie: Dude just say ass |—— notmysecretanimeaccount: Ass cavity. Happy? |——— local-zombie: Not what I was thinking but I'll take it |———— lesbian-premium: Congratulations on the worse conversation the internet's ever had

kyle-rayner: YTA. Just in general

assenal: nta. your family is overreacting

dickwings: soft yta. how would you feel if you were expecting one thing but got blindsided by something completely different? |— local-zombie: I'd just deal with it instead of whining like a pissbaby pretty boy |—— dickwings: nvm make that a hard yta |——— local-zombie:🖕

kitty-central: ESH. You for what you did, your family for how they reacted |— pennyworthy: At last, a sensible answer. 

official-batman: YTA. And grounded. 

[siblingshuffle]

Day 21: Heart

TW: Death (kinda?), Robot-Gore (not graphic in the image but I do describe the damage a little more to really drive home the fear and worry.)

“Why build a robot with a heart you can break? Why build a robot that can break yours?”

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…We as a fandom really don’t talk about Dr. LaLinde enough

Like. Can you imagine just your daughter dying while you’re only a short distance away? Can you imagine not being able to stop it? Can you imagine holding her broken body in your arms, knowing that if she hadn’t been drilling there in the first place - if you hadn’t upgraded her to help you work, if you hadn’t sent a child in place of a tool - this wouldn’t have happened? Like. That’s horrifying. There’s no way that doesn’t stick to her, too.

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Lore:

Fixing Tempo took a few months. Part of her synthetic skin had been damaged (it’s only her skin; nothing too bad… a patch of synthetic skin can be replaced. Like it never happened.). Her helmet had cracked (thank goodness it hadn’t crushed her processor… a helmet can be replaced. Good as new.). One of her pauldrons was missing a chunk of it (it was replaceable. It could’ve been worse.). Her left arm was partially crushed (I can replace it. It’ll be like nothing happened). A particularly heavy rock had torn one of her legs clean off at the knee (But it did happen. She’d died. What kind of mother would allow that?). When she inspected Tempo’s processor for damage, she found nothing too serious. Still… she should examine Tempo’s IC Chip. (That can’t be replaced.)

During that time, Dr. LaLinde started getting nightmares. What if the cave-in had rendered Tempo unfixable? What would she have done then?

(Tempo isn’t replaceable.)

When it came time to reinsert Tempo’s IC chip, a thought crossed Dr. LaLinde’s mind: she was having an awful time - nightmares, numbness, anxiety, grief - and she wasn’t even the one who had died that day. How much worse would it be for Tempo?

What kind of mother would she be if she let her daughter suffer?

…it’s better this way… right?

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Notes:

I wasn’t really satisfied copying the actual panel. It communicates everything fine, but I felt like I could go a bit harder. So I messed up Tempo’s hair a bit, cracked her armor, threw a bunch of dirt on there, and then thought “eh… yeah let’s put a gash across her face as well.”

This took literal hours. I made myself cry a little bit. To be fair, that might’ve been in part due to listening to Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens on loop while drawing…

they live rent free in my brain & i’m not even mad about it. i do have to make you guys suffer for it tho. sorry.

[xanderjkz]

Knox Overstreet- Fixing the problem of a kind boy

I like fucking love the concept of Knox's character and the message he portrays but holy shit they really fucked up when it came to the execution. Both in the movie AND book (ESPECIALLY there). This fandom takes its time to reconstruct his character to be likeable. But how would this actually play out in a better-constructed storyline for this dude with girl problems?

Well, that's the answer I would like to answer today

Knox in the official dead poets media

Like every poet in the movie Spotlight, Knox comes from a family that's enforcing the path of a lawyer. His father is one, which is how his storyline even starts. He is invited to the Danbury's because his dad helped the only responsible and well-mannered dude in the house. And in that same scene, they literally tell us that people expect him to be a lawyer. So there's this kind of pressure.

But not really because we never get to see that side of Knox in the movies where he clearly states that he doesn't like the path people chose for him. All he has is girls problems.

Which is sad considering that he could be so much more

But then we'd have to extend the movie by about 1 hour and that would make it unenjoyable because this movie is perfect because of the pacing they chose. It's fast and yet slow and kinda counts down to Neil's suicide in a way that gets stuck. Because he is one of the main characters and most scenes should be with him. Not with Knox considering if his life expectancy is okay.

So is there any extra scenes in the book?

...yeah no

"But how do we solve this issue with knox's awful storyline?"

Rewrite the book and hope for the best.

Since I'm an author myself I know that writing often gets complicated when your creative streak is gone but since I'm an author I'd solve it this way:

Keep the Chris storyline

Let that boy be problematic, let him make mistakes but not once that deeply traumatises someone like SEXUALLY ASSULTING someone. Knox is the message bringer of the bad side of carpe Diem. Sometimes seizing the day will make things worse because you didn't think it through. That's a great message to bring across, I mean how many 16-year-olds make mistakes that we thought were okay? A lot, and he is the one who made the mistake in the story.

"So how would you change his mistake?"

The storyline reinvented

He meets Chris like usual

Look he didn't fuck up here in the slightest. I too would be stuttering if I met a beautiful girl. And him meeting her through the Danbury clearly shows the problem he has to date Chris. It's classic anyway

Cut the bike scene and use his sister instead

From what I gathered his sister goes to the same school as Chris (can be mistaken but for this story she does! ) so he uses her to kinda pry into Chris's life and find things out. It is problematic if he literally implies stalking her but c'mon, at least someone in the Overstreet family has common sense and only observes in the distance...right? Besides who doesn't use their siblings for their advantages? Plus it brings depth to that mean. Seeing how he treats his sister could indicate his behaviour with people extremely close to him.

Let him attempt the party but be extremely obnoxious

That's what he's best at

His nickname is literally knoxious. But what the hell do I mean by being obnoxious? Let that boy not leave Chris's side. Why? Because that sets up his mistake. Being attached to someone's hip can be extremely uncomfortable and with Chet's provoke able (?) ass this can go wrong fast. (Also we can't forget that Chris is the one being played around like an object in this and this should be his biggest mistake as we do not treat anyone like that, especially women!) But what would be the breaking point for CHRIS and Chet and the thing where he decides that "carpe diem" is good to use (even tho it's not)?

HE DANCES WITH CHRIS

Okay, instead of him being an ass and kissing Chris, he's an ass and dances with her. He was under the influence when he made both decisions which isn't an excuse but something that pushed him towards it. Because Knox in his most sober self wouldn't even talk properly to her.

So, some lame-ass song from the 50s is playing and he grabs her hand. Maybe she danced with someone else and he stole her. Considering that the tension between Chris and Knox is already uncomfortable, this would bring it to the maximum. Chris (as the beautiful woman she is) would try to use this moment to finally talk about his behavior so he lets her go. And the moment he finally talks chet comes in.

This small synopsis is weak but let's be honest, no one would read a whole ass script abt this.

Anyway

Chet comes in, the situation becomes way out of control and the only person getting extremely hurt is Chris. As she was toyed around by Knox and Chet. So she leaves the party prematurely (as she should, take care of yourselves) and Knox returns to Welton with the same bloody nose as in the movie

He goes directly to her house

Him doing so is a direct response to his failure. Between the party and them talking he needs to reflect on his failures and feel genuine guilt. It sucks that he can only do so once he gets punched but at least he has the mind to realise that.

But Chris isn't that easy to talk to. Obviously, this whole thing made her feel weird and sad so she avoided both of them. When he goes up to her house and gets rejected? He talks with Keating.

Mentor Keating

Not only would this solidify his last scene in the movie more but it also gives them a connection more than Keating humiliating him. Okay, but can we fit this into the movie? Not the conversation but he could easily fit it into the scene where he returns to Welton after talking to her.

"What would Keating tell him?"

The same thing he told Neil. Honesty.

Fate decides itself in the decisions you make and Knox knows that lies won't wrap her around his fingers. So maybe honesty carries them to a state where they can be friends.

So his masterplan gets made and it's the most trope-st shit you can think of.

Throwing a rock in the night at her sweet sweet window

Why did I think of this? Well, do you like the scenery of how he originally apologised and made everybody look at her?

At least it's at night so fewer people look and it would show us the skills he earned from sneaking off bc of the poet's meetings. Thus showing the audience more connection to the group. Plus at night people are mostly at their most vulnerable time and it would get Chris to talk.

But what would they talk about?

Considering that he finally saw the wrong parts of his obsession with her, he would give her the space to express her discomfort to its fullest after he of course apologises. But I think Chris wouldn't even express herself to the fullest because she has sympathy for him. She understands that loving someone can make you sick and twisted when you're a teenager but she is still her flesh and mind who clearly didn't want it to cause her relationship to break.

She might not express the worst anger that comes with something like this but she still expressed her sorrow in this mess. And Knox listens and sees the wrong in his actions. He doesn't need to justify himself because no justification could make this play in his favour. And when all is said and done, she forgives him for being so damn obnoxious.

But she doesn't like him in the way Knox wishes her to feel. And knox needs to learn to accept it. Like we all do

The story progresses without knox getting what he wants

Through this whole story he went through, we as viewers get the message that even if you apologise, it's up to the victim of your actions to give you what you want. And throughout the film, I never even got the notion that Chris has an interest in Knox. Hell, they don't even talk that much to build a conclusion on their goddamn relationship before he kissed her. He sets the message of a "Carpe Diem" gone wrong. After that, he is a reminder of us humans and our way of going through those problems you cause.

There are probably better ways of doing his arc, heck give him a different one. I mean he has potential. Maybe he's better off once the group splits or maybe he isn't.

But the way he is in the movie is a horrible portrayal of romance. I get it, the script is from the 80s but c'mon you're allowed to admit that it's bad.

Well, there's nothing we can really do, the movie in itself is an art and should be viewed as it. It fits into the zeitgeist of past generations and our present ones. I love the movie but if I had to change one storyline it would always be Knox oversteet's

Btw can be talk about how stupid his fucking name is? Who names their child Knox? With the last name OVERSTREET

[some-beans]

Saw the Zuko reader and came to request again *lipbite*

Could I request! A Fem!Gaara!Reader (Naruto)? With the hmmM, lemme request individually

With Leona, Jamil, Azul, Vil, Kalim and Jack?

The whole shebang (kazekage title included 👉🏼👈🏼) if not could I request a Fem!Toph!Reader instead?

Here have a pic of my (non-biological, non-adopted) baby brother when he was a kid, he's a whole mood honestly

gdfhgdcgfh his a mood and i'll do toph cuz i have not watched naruto 😀😀

✎...pairing: leona, jack, azul, kalim, jamil, vil x toph!reader ✎...themes: blind reader, blind shenanigans, reader is fem with she/her in mind ✎...enjoy !!

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀

y'all. . .

i feel your first interaction with leona would be exactly like toph with the boulder

100% that's how it happens

but shifts his view once you fold his ass when he overblotted

like

he goes to create his unique magic, but it instantly gets flung back at him with your bending

it also didn't help when you used surrounding metal to cage him

felt stupid ngl

also gets very annoyed cuz he can never skip class bc you always manage to find him with your seismic sense

does respect the fact you treat him like everyone else and not, like, just the second prince

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊

respect

that's jack, straight up

he finds your seismic sense so fascinating

like, he tries to sneak up on you a lot and fails

still, he tries

he does ask you, though almost like a tsundere, to train with him

he did at some point ask you if you could teach him earthbending

. . .

that didn't work out

cuz yk. . . from different worlds and shit

also

don't tell him that i told y'all this, but. . . jack do be loving those head scratches you give him

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋

listen

the amount of blind jokes and pranks you pull on this mf is astronomical

like

your go-to move whenever he offers you a contract is to accept, hum and then wave your hand in front of your face

if only you could see the embarrassed blush on his face

it also doesn't that he has to deal with the mess made by your bending whenever floyd tries to squeeze you

it fails

and he now has to try and fix the lounge's walls

however!

he almost cries when he watches you easily bend it back to its original state

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌

oh, sunshine baby

he 100% reminds you of twinkle toes back home

bc of that

blind shenanigans ensue

tho

he will cause a flood if you pull one and accidentally offends you

you two cause jamil so much stress

cuz you're an enabler

through and through

pray for jamil y'all

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋

this poor man

someone help before shit hits the fan again

the best way to describe the relationship you two had was when toph and katara fight

that's how you two are around each other

even after jamil overblotted

especially when he tried to hypnotise you bc you couldn't make proper eye contact

lowkey getting grey hairs and wrinkles

however, he is secretly grateful when you help bend broked collums back into shape whenever the dorm's parties get too out of hand

𝐕𝐈𝐋

oh boy

the amount of stress you give him

he's praying he doesn't get wrinkles or grey hairs

you're the epel

but worse

and yet

you never cease to amaze him

with your earth bending, you casually mentioned that a branded deal with some jewellery company was lying about their product being gold

it was not

vil was understandably angry, yet, he was curious about how you knew

something about the pure metal a.k.a. less earth the metal has, the harder to bend

[beemochi-art]

so how did all the couples from your au meet? Was it before or after the war had started?

OOOH YAY!! Be sure that I’ll probably be making some comics/ art based on these scenarios. But it the mean time I hope you like reading.

Oplita (before the war)

So Optimus and Elita met when he was Orion pax. She was from Caminis and was on cybertron for an extended stay. He is the adopted son of a higher up (alpha Tyrion.) it wasn’t long before the two were a couple and Ariel (at the time) made arrangements do to stay on cybertron. Though Orion wasn’t opposed to going to Caminus. But then Orion became a prime. In a short time he was forced to see and do things he didn’t want to. He was both forced and convinced that ghosting her was the best option. “You are a prime now and can’t associate your self with blahhdy blah blah.”

After that he refused to be with anyone else. Despite the senate trying to push it on to him. Twice.

During the war, Optimus met Elita again! He was very excited to rekindle their relationship, Elita however realizing this was Orion pax was pissed. Lucky tho, Elita is forgiving and still deeply loving. Tho she isn’t as talkative to him as she once was. And doesn’t trust him all the way. Optimus tho he doesn’t show it. He clings to her.

Wheeljack and scavenger (during the war)

Scavenger soon joining the autobots was understandably an outcast. He disliked just about everyone equally as much as everyone disliked him. He was assigned to work with Wheeljack in the lab. He kept to him self and mostly only talked to Wheeljack when he had too. Jacky however found him very attractive. He’d frequently give compliments or just stare at him. To Scavenger this turned from weird to annoying. He yell, snap and insult until he excepted this was his life now and it could be way worse. He didn’t humor Wheeljack at all but you have to get some social interaction somehow.

However one day Scavenger started feeling increasingly ill. He knew exactly what was happening to him. (Decepticons are forced to consume something called nuke very frequently to maintain a higher level of strength. Nuke is mixed in with all the energon decepticons consume. It’s a highly addictive substance, since Scavenger was once apart of devastator he had a higher dosage. But that also leads to withdrawals.)

It was getting worse before it would get any better. He didn’t trust other bots especially medics, so to him, thugging it our was the only option. On particularly hard day Scavenger was on his last nerve, he felt like he was going to be sick, pain up his spine and his vision was kinda funny. This day Wheeljack was way more annoying than usual. This of course was because Jacky could tell Scavenger was barely holding it together. Scavenger started to lose his temper. He started yelling at Wheeljack to gtfo, he stumble and fell backwards a little, Jacky put a hand on his back. Up until this point Wheeljack or anyone for that matter dared touched him. His instincts took over and he attacked Wheeljack. The whole ordeal lasted 2 seconds at most. Scavenger was shocked at what he had done to the only person who had ever been nice to him. He picked Jacky up who is still processing what just happened and took him to Ratchet. While Ratchet was fixing up Wheeljack and yelling at Scavenger, Wheeljack wasn’t mad at him, he actually forgave him. Scavenger wasn’t expecting to be forgiven, He was touched. Unfortunately the moment was ruined Scavenger throwing up all over the place, also placing him in the med bay.

Scavenger apologizes to him many times while they both stayed there, especially after the whole ordeal left Wheeljack with a nasty scar under his eye. They got closer and before Scavenger knew it he’s sharing a hab with him. He’ll deny that they are in a relationship when asked tho.

Ironhide and Chromia (before the war)

Ahhh, oldies being in love. ♥️ They both knew each other when they were both very young, Like when they were kids. They both were the same size at some point but Ironhide got wayy bigger then her, Chomia’s frame type was meant to get bigger too but she never did. Which made her kinda mad and something he took advantage of to mess with her. Throughout their lives it became more clear when they both stood in the eyes of Cybertron’s functionalism society. Ironhide was recruited to be the bodyguard to some high profile individuals while Chromia struggled. Ironhide became increasingly more protective of her, the smothering pissed her off a little and sometimes she really didn’t understand why he would act like that. Because to her she was doing just fine. Chop it up to her being dense too but despite the frequent bullying and threats thrown her way she wasn’t struggling.

But one day a group of construction bots acted on their treats. She was having non of it and put up a pretty good fight. Ultimately tho she lost. Chromia was able to make it back to their hab. When Ironhide found her, he was devastated. When she recovered Ironhide suggested they go to the make shift city call Junkton where they could be safe. Se wasn’t sure at first but ultimately agreed. But they’d never get the chance due to the war breaking out.

Kilomegs (during the war)

Megatron had spent the majority of his early leadership role alone. There were those he trusted like soundwave, Nightbird and a couple others who are loyal to him sure. But no one really close. After a brutal battle he got hurt badly. Normally he’d just patch himself up, he was an ex med student after all. But this time he would need actual medical attention, medical care he’d probably need to go under for. Megatron knew that it was the perfect opportunity for someone to kill him easy. Especially because their most talented medic Knockout is close with Starscream.

So he hid it to the best of his ability. Until it seemed like it would heal up enough for a medic to fix it without putting him under. Unfortunately tho he went into another battle with none other than Optimus Prime. This was the day Megatron got to find out Optimus can find weak points almost instantly… the hard way… Optimus drove a blade into Megatron injury. The Decepticons lost that battle and to them Megatron was showing blatant signs of weakness. A couples of Bots (Starscream.) tried their hand at taking him down after. It didn’t work of course but the relentless attacks could not go on. He decided he had to recover somewhere else.

Megatron said he was going to be over seeing a mining operation for an artifact or whatever. Really this was just an energon mining but they didn’t need to know that. Listen to Soundwave ok byyyeeee. At a first glance you could mistake Megatron as being a heavy weight miner. Just by the color and helmet, and also if you are an idiot. But everyone at the base knew who was and didn’t dare ask questions. Except one.

Megatron had them arranged a spot for him and it was by no means ideal, practically a hole in the wall with a tarp covering it. Megatron didn’t care tho, it was almost nostalgic to him. While he’s resting someone just walks right in and makes them self at home.

“Do you mind if I stay in here? I just need a brake for a bit.”

Megatron was shocked. I mean! You’d think they’d tell people not to come in here. He’s pretty sure he said he’d didn’t want to be messed with. But here’s this rando in his space. Megatron didn’t say anything but just stayed in his little corner seething. Telling himself if he felt better he’d make this bot regret being alive.

“Did you hear that someone from the decepticon high command was going to be here? I hope it’s for nothing serious.”

Megatron couldn’t believe this boy was trying to make small talk with him. He just wanted to go to sleep. He considered using the little energy he had left to throw this guy out, maybe it would make him sleep faster.

But out of nowhere Kiloton gives megs the cutest most wholesome smile. I mean he’s kinda cute… They got to hefty flirting talking and soon kilo hearing that he was Megatron, he took off. Out of embarrassment? fear? Who knows. Megatron was surprised to see Kiloton visit the next day. Kiloton and him got to actual talking, Megatron liked hearing about his views an aspirations, plans for after the war. Megatron noticed he was much more docile around this mech, letting him get away with much more than he would any other bot. They were both obviously very interested in each other but Megatron was still not completely trusting of him, being very careful not to spill too much about his feelings and most importantly his weakness.

Megatron started to notice he wasn’t getting any better. At this point he didn’t even want to look at the wound. Megs started feeling really bad and ended up passing out. Kiloton came to visit only to find Megatron on the floor not responding to anything. When Megatron woke up he was surprised to find Kiloton sharing energon from his own frame with Megatron. Kilo told him that he had found the wound and it was infected and he did his best to clean it. This was Megatron’s point of no return, being able to be venerable without them taking advantage of his weakened state meant more to him than he realized.

Once Megatron was healed up enough with Kilotons help, he felt good enough to return to base. But there was no way he was going to let this mech out of his grasp. They have been in contact until Megatron can make arrangements to bring him in the Nemesis.

There is one more relationship that I haven’t introduced yet. 🫣 involves Starscream. Kinda a rare pair. As in I’m pretty sure I’m the only one.

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

I’ve been out of the loop for batim/batdr for so long how did it change the lore?

none of the ink creatures are sacrificed staff members forced into a fate worse than death anymore. they're just ink creatures in a parallel dimension that joey drew made bc he was feeling pissy

in addition, it's not the real henry in there. joey was mad at henry so he made a fake henry just to torture him over and over

then allison was his Friend and so he decided to add her to the torture labyrinth to make things easier on fake henry. didnt stop the torture labyrinth tho

then he made himself a daughter out of ink and he wasn't the big evil corporate boss at all he was the Awesome Dad who encourages audrey to use her imagination and hope and shit. entire second game just forgot that he was supposed to be the villain

also in a very fanservicey way, bendy now can turn into his cute lil demon form and be audrey's little brother

a lot of people like it but it really really felt like fanservice above story to me. mascot horror isn't always like, good horror, but the first bendy really WAS. it had a great aesthetic, great designs, and was really effective in the implications of being sacrificed to an "and i must scream" demonic existence by one man's pride and lack of care (ie: capitalism) and the second game was just like "actually joey drew was a good guy the whole time and the real bad guy is this Random Obviously Evil Employee over in the corner and audrey's fixing the torture labyrinth so there's a little less torture <3"

i did like the idea of color animation being an anti-bendy threat but they literally did fuckall with that, just had the new bad guy like... mention it?? and then do nothing with it.

i feel like part of it also might have been that "trying to outsmart the fandom" thing. a popular theory, at least in my circles, was that henry was a bendy creature– the sacrificed staff had to be "perfect" for the role (IE: the two alice angels) and the first bendy was made without souls and that's why it was fucked up, and then joey realized the perfect bendy was his creator so he yeeted henry in, and that's why we never see our own hands or reflection + respawn in ink + sammy lawrence tries to sacrifice us immediately. god how fucking cool would it have been to, like, hear henry over loudspeakers trying to help us, and then we walk into the room he's in and just see BENDY.

but yeah no bendy's just a cute lil guy in the corner who can sometimes hulk into the ink monster bc... that was a thing in fanfics? joey drew is a good guy and good dad and the real enemy is the exploited worker. FUCK the original game's really good horror and atmosphere amiright

anyway i get why people like it i guess but hhh it really doesn't land for me. honestly im just pretending the first game is the only canon it was way more interesting

[nerves-nebula]

So because I grew up in a house where apologies were mostly ignored in favor of a return to the status quo, or were forced and insincere, and where you could routinely count on a physical fight to break out, I have a kind of high threshold for what I consider to be “acting mean” or what I think deserves an apology. which means I don’t always recognize when to apologize

For example if someone is so frustrated or upset that they snap at me, like, I’m not gonna like it but my first thought isn’t “wow I’m really personally upset by this” it’s more along the lines of “oh shit they’re having a really bad time and or are annoyed. better give them space, bothering them clearly isn’t helping” and then once they’re better they’ll be less on edge so who cares. That’s not them acting mean, that’s them acting stressed. And that’s going to happen sometimes when you live with someone.

I don’t take it super personally because I know that states of heightened emotion aren’t personal. I don’t think someone who hates me would tolerate basically paying for my existence for this long if that were how she truly felt.

But this is not the case with my roommate who had a better family life lol. So when I snap at her she feels like that needs an apology. Which kind of annoys me at first blush because it’s like… what? You’re upset that I was too upset to control myself and want me to apologize an entire day later?? When I would never ask that of you because I know without verbal clarification that being upset makes you snappy?

However I also know that not apologizing is a dick move because it’s not about being right or whose worldview is more valid, it’s about making it clear that you care enough about someone else to say you didn’t mean to hurt their feelings. So obviously i apologized and she seemed to feel instantly better.

But it is still baffles me a bit. She and I are closer to each other than we are to probably anyone else. I don’t even really know what she was feeling bad about, like, what were the bad feeling-thoughts about? And why is a verbal apology is good enough to totally fix things but not my material actions?

But maybe it’s just that I’ve felt so much worse that the minute cloud of bad feelings that comes with being snapped at easily dissipates for me. Idk.

Tho on a funnier note this also means she’ll randomly apologize for things I literally don’t remember or care about. She’ll be like “sorry if that thing I said yesterday made it sound like I thought you were stupid” and I’ll be like what? What thing?? Wait did you think I was stupid ? Like girl you have never been mean in any meaningful way. Relax.

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

What colour do you think the last binding squad would dye their hair if they had access to the modern hair dye catalogue? Which ones would have vibrant fashion colours? What would their general attitudes towards hair dye be? hc’s about all things hair dye, basically!

oh now we’re asking the real questions and I am absolutely qualified to talk about this let’s go

immediately violet’s hair changes colour on the regular, and she mostly gravitates towards cool colours (purples, blues, greens etc). I think she’d play around with different streaks and ombré among her natural blonde as opposed to a full head dyed, done at two in the morning w maud’s eager assistance or properly at a salon. it depends on her mood. she has regular mishaps w colours (me too girl) and is in general very over the top and expressive through it. everyone else has stopped being surprised when she’s green even though she was definitely lavender last week

she also helps maud dye hers, equally at two am. I can’t decide if maud would do full, bright colours or just make herself orange, red and ginger, more subtle earth tones that still definitely look unnatural. she’s worse w impulsivity than violet when it comes to it tho and they encourage each other something horrible

we all know alan wouldn’t touch it w a ten foot pole, but he’s been convinced to use those very semi permanent hair chalk things to add colour for special occasions. he endured being made a full rainbow for pride and jack let violet put a little bit of blue, purple, and pink in his for the same thing. that’s the most either of them will ever do no matter how much they get pestered

robin with bright, bubblegum pink. no more notes to add there (he didn’t intend to make it pink, but bleached it in a moment of adhd insanity, hated it and fixed it w the most neon dye he could find). it fades into a pastel shade that looks really nice, and he’s the only one who’s able to keep the same colour long enough for it to fade

edwin is w alan and jack in the Absolutely Not department but he’s more boring and won’t let violet near him with her chalks either because he hates the feel of things in his hair like that. he thinks robins pink is very charming though