#i'm talking fly-sized at minimum

[marigoidz]

"Do I think this character has eaten a bug?" tier list because I can

[valiantstarlights]

[Tiny Dream AU] Playtime

Hob is working, but Tiny Dream wants attention. He wants to be played with. Look, he even has a sex dungeon ready.

For sandmanniversary2023 Day 1: Collection / Stargazing / Size Kink

I'm honestly still in shock that I've written something like this. The Sandman fandom has changed me as a person. 👀 Anyway, please enjoy, and I hope you all still think well of me after reading this. 🙇‍♀️ (For scientific purposes, here's the AO3 link. 😏)

CW: This is pure unapologetic filth. The main CWs are: soft dom Hob, horny Tiny!Dream having a vulva, sex dungeon and sex toys, size kink, size difference, multiple orgasms, and dirty talk.

Important: A typical Barbie doll is 11.5 inches (29cm) tall. Tiny!Dream is 12 inches (30cm) tall.

"Hob."

"Just a minute, darling," Hob says distractedly. He's currently uploading his students' grades, and it's a task that he has difficulty with (due to the university's crap online grading system), so he is justified in ignoring Dream for just one measly minute.

A truly heart-wrenching sigh sounds from behind him, and Hob, despite himself, turns to look.

Dream's floating doll castle, which had originally been the dollhouse of a New Inn employee's child that they have recently outgrown, is in its usual place in the corner of his study. The black banners are still flying in an unseen wind, the highest tower is still where the rookery is, and Hob can't really tell right now if Dream has changed anything about the exterior, except--

Oh.

That's new.

Usually, the interior of the doll house ("Doll castle," Dream had insisted), shows only a single room: the room where Dream currently is. Hob doesn't quite know how it works, if it rotates, or if it has a bigger-on-the-inside technology like the TARDIS. (Hob doesn't say that to Dream, though, because he has enough daddy issues already.)

Well, the room where Dream is at right now is a room Hob has never seen before.

Oh, he's seen the library, the gardens, and even the swimming pool, but this is the first time he's seeing the sex dungeon.

He wonders if Dream made the room just now, as he often builds and decorates rooms while Hob is working to amuse himself. And after, he would proudly tour Hob around, showing him the changes he made and his latest rooms, like a very lovely Sims youtuber. (Yet another thing that Hob won't say to Dream, in case he gets irrationally jealous, and cause all Sims youtubers to lose inspiration and have nightmares for a year minimum.)

(Hob doesn't think that Dream would actually do that, but he's not willing to risk it.)

"I'm bored," Tiny Dream says imperiously upon a throne-like bondage chair, his feet already on the stirrups. He's only wearing provocative black lingerie that shows off his pretty little tits, and isn't that a treat to see. He gestures to the large array of toys and tools on the stainless steel instrument table placed close to the viewing area, so Hob could easily access them. "Play with me."

Hob licks his lips as his eyes roam over Dream's form. Dream preens and thrusts his chest out some more for inspection. Lovely thing. "Haven't conjured a fucking machine for yourself yet, darling?"

Dream sticks his lower lip out. Not a pout--god forbid, Dream would never admit to doing that--but close. He's so adorable when he's horny. "I prefer when you play with me."

Hob hums and wheels his office chair closer, surveying the little toys and tools. He knows they work just as well as the human-sized ones, and doesn't require batteries to operate. "You know I still have to upload my students' grades, yeah?"

Dream huffs and shoots a glare over Hob's shoulder towards his laptop. Hob hopes he won't set it on fire like he did the last time. "Do they take priority over me?"

Hob smiles at him and pokes him gently on the tummy. The pad of his forefinger almost encompasses half of Dream's stomach area. "You know nothing in this world has priority over you."

Dream raises his chin, and Hob does not miss the little 'hmph!' sound he made, though his cheeks flush with pleasure at Hob's words. "Then prove it."

"Taunting me?" Hob asks, and gently caresses Dream's cheek. "That's not very nice." He picks up the little handcuffs from the instrument table and shows them to Dream. "Color?"

Dream sighs, impatient to begin as always, but answers dutifully. "Green."

Hob makes a kissy sound because he cannot possibly give Dream a kiss on the lips right now, and snaps the handcuffs around Dream's wrists before fastening the chain on the hook above the chair. "All good?"

Dream nods. "Yes."

Hob then adjusts the stirrups so Dream's cute little butt is exposed even more. He spies the tell-tale wetness dripping from Dream's pussy and hole, and tsks. "What a mess you're already making, darling. So wet for me and we haven't even begun."

Dream squirms but does not close his legs. "It's not my fault you made me wait."

"For a few seconds?" Hob asks incredulously. "No, I don't think that would do. I think good boys need to learn how to wait." He picks up a couple of vibrating dildos from the instrument table and flicks their switches. They turn on and buzz against his fingers. "How many times do you think you'll cum with these while I finish my task?"

Dream whines. "Hob, please--"

"How many, Dream?"

"I don't--"

"You don't know? Poor baby," Hob coos. "Shall we find out? Will you count for me?"

Dream squirms a little, but nods bravely, and Hob could hear a tiny squelching sound against the seat. Adorable. He's going to have the chair covered in his slick by the time Hob is done with him.

--

Hob...does his best to upload his students' grades correctly, and in doing so takes longer than he usually would have, as he keeps getting distracted with the sound of Dream orgasming again and again behind him, and him actively listening for Dream saying his safeword. He feels like he's taking ages.

By the time the task is finally done though, he is rock hard inside his trousers, and he has counted a grand total of 37 orgasms. And not once had Dream uttered his safeword or, in his overwhelmed state, changed back to human-sized Dream.

And when Hob finally shut his laptop down and looks behind him--

"Oh, my love."

Dream looks wrecked. He is a drooling, teary-eyed mess, weakly fucking himself on his toys that Hob had made sure would not slip out of him with a couple of harnesses. His holes look beautiful around the toys, puffy and swollen and lovely pink in color. Were it not for the harnesses, the dildos would have slipped out completely. As it was, they remained buried deep inside Dream, and possibly reaching deeper inside him as time went on and he got looser.

And the chair Dream is sitting on? Entirely drenched in slick and cum. A section of the dungeon floor near the chair is even wet. Dream must have orgasmed so hard he squirted. Perhaps multiple times.

Hob bites his lip and touches himself through his trousers, just watching Dream for a few seconds more, as he moans weakly and squeezes around his toys, though he shudders and releases more slick when he turns his head a little and sees Hob's attention is now focused entirely on him.

Beautiful thing. Hob has never seen anything quite so exquisite. Hob unbuckles his belt and undresses, taking his time with it and watching Dream ride his toys a little harder when Hob's cock is revealed, already thick and coated in precome.

Hob smirks. Too bad that's currently not for Dream to play with today, no matter how much he begs.

"Okay, love?"

Dream shudders at the sound of his voice and nods, moaning Hob's name weakly. But he says something else too, though it was too low for Hob to catch.

"What was that, lovely?"

"Thir-thirty seven," Dream says, staring into Hob's eyes lovingly. "I counted. You told me to count a-and I did."

Oh, Hob's chest is bursting with pride. He turns off the toys, ignoring Dream's whine, and reaches for the rope on one side of the room to ring the castle's dumbwaiter for some water.

Because of course Dream's doll castle has a dumbwaiter in every room.

The water arrives immediately, and Hob carefully maneuvers the small pitcher to pour water over an equally small glass, puts the straw in, and holds the glass in front of Dream's face.

Dream drinks the water dutifully. Hob makes him drink until the pitcher is empty, then returns the serving tray to the dumbwaiter to send it back to be magically cleaned.

"Color?"

"Green," Dream says.

Hob strokes his cock and holds his precome-covered thumb in front of Dream's face.

Dream immediately leans forward and starts licking the surface like a cat. When he is done and has placed a kiss on the pad of Hob's thumb, Hob withdraws his hand and just gazes at him with love and pride both.

The toys are still inside Dream, but they seem like an afterthought to him at the moment, more focused is he on angling his body to better show himself off to Hob's loving eyes.

"My good boy," Hob murmurs, and gently unclasps the harnesses and even more gently pulls the dildos out of Dream's body. Dream mewls at the action, his tiny little pussy and hole twitching cutely even as they gaped for a second when the toys are removed. Hob caresses his long pale legs softly with a forefinger. "Oh, my sweet, obedient little boy. You did so well for me."

Dream sobs as his legs tremble at Hob's words and his touch. "Want you."

"And you will have me," Hob promises him. "But later. When you're back to human-sized. Now, I know you've been gagging to have the double-ended dildo inside both your holes while you're in this form, and I think you deserve--"

"No," Dream shakes his head. "I want..." He falters for a moment, shy, and Hob urges him on with soft comforting sounds. If he can provide whatever it was, then Dream will have it. "I want your thumb."

Hob's forefinger, currently rubbing Dream's left leg up and down, freezes in place. "Darling--"

Dream whines. "I'm loose enough," he says. "I can take it. I made sure I could."

Hob looks towards the dildos he set aside doubtfully. They weren't big enough to prepare either of Dream's holes for his thumb.

And then it hit him.

"You changed the toys' size while I had my back turned."

Now Dream pouts. "It's not my fault you weren't paying attention to me."

Hob could not help but grin at that sign of disobedience. It seems like Dream still has some brattiness left to fuck out of him.

"Well," Hob says generously, and resumes rubbing Dream's leg with his forefinger, "now that you have my full attention, let's see how well you stretch for me, hmm?"

Dream looks up hopefully. "You'll give me your thumb?"

Hob chuckles. "I don't think so, naughty boy. I'm afraid that's a treat for the truly well-behaved boys. And while you had been good counting your orgasms for me, and you did tell me how you got yourself stretched so beautifully, you also did not follow my instruction to the letter. And we did talk about safewords and shapeshifting in general before we did this play, yes?"

Dream nods, but now he looks miserable, probably thinking that Hob isn't going to give him any reward at all.

Hob is not that cruel. And especially not to Dream, whom he loves most in the world. "Oh, darling." Hob carefully wipes a tear from Dream's cheek. "I will give you a reward. Just not my thumb right now."

"The double-ended dildo then, please," Dream says, politely now. "And I won't change its size or...or be naughty again."

Hob rubs his forefinger on Dream's head in a patting motion. "Good boy. But I was thinking if maybe you would like to have something else instead."

Dream tilts his head curiously. "What do you suggest?"

Hob rubs Dream's arms to check if he's still okay, and Dream nods once. "What about my pinky?"

Hob immediately feels Dream's entire body perking up at that, and hurries to add, "Not entirely inside, of course, but...well, just the tip."

--

Dream is having the time of his life as Hob (very carefully) fucks him with the very tip of his liberally lubed pinky. He's holding on to the connecting chain of his cuffs for dear life, and his legs had all but wrapped themselves around Hob's wrist, toes curling and entire body rocking with Hob's thrusts.

"Hob, oh, please--your pinky is stretching me so good--" Dream's head is tilted backwards, and Hob could bet that his eyes are rolling up his head as well. "More. More, please. Fill me. Fill me, I need it--"

Hob makes gentle shushing noises but continues to give Dream what he wants. "Look at your pretty little pussy, darling, slicking my finger even further and looking so tempting. And your tiny hole gaping so wonderfully wide. Do you really think you can take my thumb someday?"

Dream sobs. "I can take it now. Please! I promise, I promise, I can take it--"

"I said no, darling," Hob says sternly, though Dream just whines at the sound of his strict voice and more slick gushes out of him. "Now, are you just about to cum?"

Dream nods wildly. Orgasm number 40 is far behind them, and frankly, Hob doesn't know what number they're on right now. "Alright, baby. One last orgasm out of you, and then I'll give you some lovely aftercare."

Warning issued, Hob fucks him harder, and Dream wails as almost a quarter of Hob's pinky breaches him. "Feels good?" Hob asks, an idea forming in his head. When Dream does not answer verbally and just nods, Hob knows that he's about to squirt at any time.

He stills his pinky while the tip is still inside and, before Dream could cry in protest and curse his balls to shrivel up, Hob has leaned forward and thrust just the very tip of his warm tongue inside Dream's slutty little cunt while his pinky resumes thrusting in and out of Dream's loose hole. Dream's legs tighten around his wrist in shock, and when Hob flicks his tongue just the tiniest amount, making contact with Dream's swollen clit--

Dream shrieks and his thighs tremble, his pussy squirting all over Hob's tongue, with Hob immediately lapping up his juices, moaning all the while, his own cock drooling precome on the floor at Dream's taste.

When he surfaces, Dream is limp, body twitching intermittently, but his legs remained tight around Hob's wrist, and he smiles when he meets Hob's gaze. "Do I taste good?"

Hob licks his lips and gently arranges Dream's legs back on the stirrups, then uncuffs Dream's wrists, massaging his arms and carefully laying him down on the seat. "Always, darling," Hob tells him. "You know you always taste so fucking delicious, even when you're tiny."

Dream moans and licks his lips. "Want to taste you as well," he slurs out. "Cum on me. I want to finger myself with your cum all over me."

Hob curses. "Darling--"

"Please," Dream says. "Just one more. Just need to see you play with yourself too. Show me that I can make you feel good, too."

Hob is helpless to resist. Dream is looking up with him with literal heart eyes, and he has even waved away his lingerie, leaving him entirely naked. He really wants to be covered in cum from head to toe.

Hob stands and starts pumping himself, looking at Dream spreading his legs wide, wet gaping holes on display, and even--

"Fuck."

"Yes?" Dream asks innocently even as he places his palms on his asscheeks to open himself up further, to make sure he catches Hob's seed inside both his holes.

The final straw is Dream opening his mouth, tongue out, waiting so very patiently for Hob to shower him with cum.

Hob groans and aims as best he could, stroking once, twice, thrice, his cum landing on Dream's chin area and filling his mouth but not his nose, his flat abdomen, his long, pale legs, and yes, the greatest amount right at his spread open holes.

Dream moans throatily as he gets covered. "So warm," he mumbles, sounding cumdrunk and totally out of it. "You came so much."

Hob wrings the last drops over Dream's waiting mouth, which has already swallowed his earlier shot. Dream receives it gratefully and even cheekily leans upward to lick at the head of Hob's cock. Hob shouldn't even feel the tiny tongue, but the smallest pressure of it has him shivering, and another dollop of cum is wrung out of him. "Fuck, Dream, you absolute minx--"

Dream rubs the cum on his abdomen over his breasts, squeezing his tits together and pinching his nipples. "We should've used the nipple clamps."

"Next time," Hob promises breathlessly. "And I'll attach vibrators to them, too."

Dream shudders at that image and his hands fly to his holes, one hand fingering his pussy, and the other one fingering his hole, getting a copious amount of Hob's cum inside him.

"Fuck," Hob says, enthralled at the slutty display. He wishes he could have filmed their session.

"Tell me," Dream says. "Tell me what you want to do to me next time."

His insatiable little boyfriend. Just one more he says, but at this rate, and if Hob doesn't put his foot down and get him some more water and provide him aftercare, they're going to be at this all night.

"If you're good," Hob begins, "I'll let you play with my cock all afternoon. I know it's almost as big as you, darling, so don't even think about putting me inside you, but you can worship me as you like; lick me or rub your cute tits on me--"

"I'm going to sit at the tip," Dream tells him, still fingering himself and getting more worked up as he speaks. "Right where your slit is. And I'm going to grind on you until your precome drenches my entire lower body. Until you cum right into my holes. I'm going to wrap my legs around you and make sure all your tasty cum is deposited inside me I could taste it on the back of my throat."

Hob groans at that and his cock twitches at the image. "Dream--"

"Tell me," Dream pleads, and Hob realizes that the rhythm of Dream's fingers are becoming erratic.

Hob smiles down at him and runs his forefinger up and down Dream's cum-slick torso. Dream mewls at the contact and thrusts his fingers faster. "I didn't think tiny you would be so much sluttier than human-sized you, but here you are, proving me wrong. How can my good boy be such a whore? Always wanting my cum all over him and pushing it deep inside his holes? What are you trying to achieve here, baby? Are you trying to get my seed to take? Is that it? You want to be round and pregnant when we do this next time? Lactating from your pert little breasts while you squirt all over yourself on my tongue? On my thumb?"

Dream wails, high and helpless, as Hob's words and his accompanying daydreams make him cum once more, his own fingers deep inside himself, while Hob gently massages his breasts with his fore and middle fingers, rubbing his cute little nipples.

Hob watches him raptly, his beautiful, ridiculously sexy boyfriend, and waits until he stops cumming, murmuring soft words all the while and helping him down from his high.

As he's waiting, he rings the dumbwaiter for some more water, and once again carefully handles the tiny pitcher and the glass that came with it.

"Here, darling," Hob says when Dream's orgasm tapers off, leaving him limp and lying on the seat, totally drained. "Have some more water."

Dream gratefully sips from the straw, and Hob once again gets him to drink until the entire pitcher is empty.

Once it is, and once Hob has set the tray back inside the dumbwaiter, he turns his entire focus on Dream, who is still absently scooping more of Hob's cum inside his holes.

"Feel better?" Hob asks him, rubbing at his legs and calves in between his forefinger and thumb.

Dream hums, still idly fingering himself. "Yes, thank you."

"Feeling adequately played with?"

Now Dream smirks up at him and squeezes his holes, making Hob's cum drip from them. Hob groans and looks away so he wouldn't be tempted to lick Dream all over. Like the little minx is probably wanting. "Yes, Hob. Thank you for playing with me."

Hob snorts at that and shakes his head. "Alright, enough of that, you ridiculous thing. Time to bathe, and then you're gonna turn human-sized for some proper cuddling."

Dream hums and allows Hob to lift him from the seat carefully with his hands, then scoops his entire body up with a single hand. Dream waves his hand so the doll castle's sex dungeon is replaced with the master bathroom, and he waits patiently as Hob fiddles with the giant bathtub with one hand and it fills with warm fragrant water.

"I love you," Dream says, still sitting on the palm of Hob's hand and playing with his fingers. "Thank you for indulging me today."

Hob leans down to kiss the top of Dream's head. "Of course, darling. Anything you need."

[cadmusfly]

The Dragon "Marengo"

Worldbuilding Post 1

Worldbuilding Post 2

Soult’s ADCs snippet

Dragon Soult Studying + more

Worldbuilding about psionic powers

napoleonic marshalate dragons au chronological tag

The Consul's newest dragon steed was a strange one, even for the creatures as myriad in shape and size as dragons were. His pale scales shimmered with a pearlescent gleam that hinted at a hidden rainbow, and this was all accentuated with the gold and velvet draperies of the Consul's current official draconic escort. "Marengo is not so chatty with any but myself!" proclaimed the First Consul Napoleon Bonaparte. "So do not feel offended by his silence. But! His loyalty is not to be doubted, Murat." "Ah, my friend, I have absolutely no doubts about that," Joachim Murat said. He winked at "Marengo", observing idly the swirling depths of that large green eye staring back. A familiar voice said privately in Murat's mind, If you must ask, no, I did not choose this name. He originally gave it to his prized horse before deciding it would fit this form. I… am not sure it is my first choice. "We are a little acquainted, me and this 'Marengo'," Murat said, contemplatively. "A more loyal and brave beast you will not find! But he is quite a busy bird, with many commitments that force him to be unreliable." Jealousy does not suit you well, my friend, the dragon that was actually Bessières said to Murat with a hint of quiet amusement. Continued Murat, though with a bit of a laugh, "Are you sure he is fit to be your draconic consort?" "The position as I envision it," said Napoleon, "is a rotating one, to symbolise my friendship with the draconic French. Marengo will fill it as needed, with a few public appearances as necessary- so that his presence elsewhere will not be questioned." You don't need to worry about me, Murat, Bessières said. I do prefer to keep my time in this form to a minimum. But, I have offered my services to Napoleon and we agreed that the benefits of my instant apparition outweigh any risks to the both of us. So I will continue my duties both as human and as 'Marengo'. "As long as you know what you're doing, my friend," Murat said, and even he didn't know if he was talking to Napoleon or Bessières.

tiny bit of rambling about dragon Bessières and dragon shapeshifters under the cut

The transformation is magical so I'm leaning towards clothes just magically going somewhere and coming back but I haven't decided fully yet

Bessières usually has dark hair, but when he transforms back from a dragon it's streaked with light pale hair and slowly reverts to dark over time

Though this can be covered up by dye/powder/pomade, as a child his family dyed it dark and then he pomaded it white

But, and this is important, he doesn't actually powder his hair because he's a secret dragon. He still does it in that old fashioned way because he likes how it looks lol

If the dragon shapeshifter is seen while shapeshifting, they are trapped in that half-form, which often isn't viable for continued living.

Fortunately throwing a giant sheet over the whole process is probably enough, but Bessières usually does his transformations in a dark room where nobody is allowed under a sheet - if he's in Paris

I don't know if all dragon shapeshifters have a Secret Special Power or if the power is the same for all dragon shapeshifters or just unique to a "lineage", but Bessières has the power of what is described here as "instant apparition" but is more like... what dragons do in Pern

Basically he and his riders slip into this strange dreamlike dark place for a short period of time and then pop out where dragon Bessières has a strong mental image of

It's a lot faster than just flying there, but nobody wants to find out what happens if you stay in there for too long or if you get stuck there

Teleportation as a word was not invented then.

Bessières has to have been to the place before in order to magically appear there

Weird visions happen in the in-between place.

Can other dragons or humans learn to shapeshift? There's legends of that kind of thing happening. The Lindworm Prince is a pretty popular one.

Magic that isn't related to How Do Dragons Work does exist, but not in a... institutionalised or groundbreaking or effective way.

Yeah there's Bessimu here ;]

[boyakishantriage]

"y'know what's hilarious when you say that?"

The alien turned to look at the woman. Some, woman. From what looked to be the area known as "Asia"

"I did the exact same thing. If not more. Now sit the fuck down and let the case continue."

He stared at the woman, how dare-

"Sit down, or I will beat your gluteus maximus bleed snot."

The cricket alien hesitated, the son of the most influential and far reaching man in the galaxy.

"sit down you pathetic-"

A blade was suddenly my at his neck, the sheathe on his chest empty as she glared at him.

"Call me pathetic and I'll rip your legs off. Sit down you plebeian. Incomprehensive dunce, sit down before I make sitting the only thing you can do." She tossed the blade at his seat, kicking it aside as she hopped back into the audience.

The court watched as he sat back down, the case continuing as she listened to the viewing.

"how dare she!!"

He howled. Striking the white pillar to his guard.

"She did nothing." Stated the mentor to the young man.

"listen to your old man. What you did already alerted a lot of people on earth."

"where- pah. What on earth can-"

She tossed him the tooth of a Revian. Large worms known for cracking empire sized ships in space.

"Do you want to know why I have one of these?"

"Because you bought it."

"Close. I considered selling it, go for a pretty penny on the black market, but I kept it as a momento."

"for what?"

"punching a space worm."

He stared at the woman, in human years she was what? 30? 40? Hardly an elder...

"proposing you're not lying. So what?"

She looked at the young prince.

"do you know how much you're worth young man?"

"..."

"4 billion credits. Minimum."

"hah, I'm worth-"

"that's dead by the way and from how. Bratty you are, I have half the mind to gut you like a fish. Might even eat you."

She moved forward to try bite him, the mentor saying nothing as he watched the young Ricketian.

"Hah, as if-"

WHEEER

"Hands up."

"..."

The young cricket raised his hands as she poked him with the stick.

"gullible."

"excuse-"

"slow."

"WAH"

"and predictable. Let me put into perspective what you just did. You alerted, most of the underground of your existence. Because of that-"

"so what if your planet's underground-"

"your guard took a bribe."

The prince paused.

"what?"

"your guard. He took a bribe."

"I- so what? Your planet's"

She fired the pistol into the pillar, the bullet firing through the stone into the wall behind it.

"That's. The oldest generation pistol that still works, that I could find. This. Is a garand. One of the oldest firearms I own. This one specifically was used to shoot the engine of a plane. 180 metres above ground, while it was actively flying towards the shooter. Rifles after the 21 century can puncture 20 centimetres of pure titanium. In this lovely country, they have pistols that fire with the same recoil as a revolver."

To emphasise, she pulled weapons from her bag, firing the revolver through the fifth pillar. The tip of the modern weapon's bullet making its way through two pillars of 0.75 pure marble.

"And that's not talking about chloroform, car bombs, tasers. You've alerted every person who needs cash that you're worth 4 billion, naive and incapable of seeing the flare you fired."

She nodded to the mentor, snapping her fingers as the two bullets and their damage vanished.

Picking up her bag, she flicked the cricket teen.

"considering your mentor's. Nicer. He isn't so. Direct. I am. Oh and. By the way. I'd sleep in your ship tonight, heard some rumours and what they have planned..."

The woman laughed, stepping into a car and driving off.

"Do you get it now?"

"... Bullshit."

[quirkwizard]

I am planning on making quirks that represent typical school cliques so I will be asking a couple quirks( not in the same post but as a series) These are for the musician/rocker, the geek, the punk/criminal, the goth, the stoner, and the cheer leader.

Quirk: electric guitar-the user forms electricity with the same shape, length, and weigh as a guitar. The guitar has the same voltage as a taser and the same loudness as an electric guitar. The user can strum the strings as normal. The user has a built in electrical and sound resistance. The true power comes from destroying it. By guitar smashing it, it becomes a wave of sound and electricity greatly disorienting enemies. Though this does completely destroy the guitar. The user also suffers slight recoil such as ringing ears and a slight muscle twitch. The user can only create - insert appropriate number here- per day with creating too many results in external exhaustion/ tiredness and needing lots of rest and electrolyte replenishing.

Quirk: dragon summon- user can summon 6 dragons with sharp claws, teeth, can fly, and breathe fire. The dragons are the same size as a pencil and their flame has the same range and heat level as a lighter. 6 is possibly too many so I’ll leave it up to you to make the appropriate number though I would like it to be at least 2 minimum. This represents geek because they are stereotypically into summoning monsters and mythical creatures. I was originally going to make it summon other things like a Minotaur, unicorn, and phoenix but I think that would be too strong. This quirk is already pushing it on the OP level

Quirk: pray paint- user can spray a paint like substance from their pointer finger with the same range as a spray can. It can be any color including glow in the dark. The paint will cause irritation if breathed in or got in someone’s eyes though no lasting damage unless someone constantly got it in them. The paint also tastes bad like one of those game cartridges to prevent babies from eating them. It is somewhat hard to wash off a person( same level as a permanent marker) but on inanimate objects it’s permanent. Weaknesses- no reliable damage. User has a limited resistance to it.

Ghost companion- user has a small ghost friend that is completely intangible, can go invisible, levitate, and has a telepathic connection to the user. Weaknesses- due to being completely intangible, the ghost can’t physically do anything. So no pushing things over, picking up objects, or hitting someone. Essentially this quirk is only good for scouting and always having a friend. Quirk- marijuana ( best I could come up with). Basically just sloshed but instead of making people drunk it makes them high/ tripping out

Finally is the cheerleader. Pep-talk: when the user gives a genuine complement like “your hair looks nice” or “hey I believe in you” the persons strength, stamina, fatigue, and durability is increased with the more nice/ pepped up the better results. They cannot use it on themselves and using it on multiple people at once divides up the boost. Basically it’s incite but isn’t dependent on if the people believe them to be a worthy leader or not.

I'm just going to do all of these together since they all fit this theme and there really isn't a lot to say about them on there own.

I really don't think any of these can work. "Electric Guitar" doesn't have a strong central idea to make a Quirk around, "Dragon Summon" seems way too weak with how small and few they can make, "Ghost Companion" is way too powerful with how good it can scout around, "Marijuana" has so little details that there isn't much to comment on, and "Pep-Talk" is just a slightly different versions of "Incite". The only exception to this is "Spay Paint", which could work as a civilian type Quirk, like what I did with "Spray Hands", but that is about it.

[the-firebird69]

Couple things we have a large number of people who are singing stupid things and I'm seeing things and threats Non-Stop and they go by and it doesn't seem like they're going to slow down and the tooth is bad has continuous

*his company is that we're going to purchase today and there are seven more in the same industry and it is the airliners they've been working up to it slowly except expect a huge push and I figured out it takes him awhile Southwest airlines 20% it's a huge company it's probably a third of the world's airline business and they'll be inundated and people expect chaos from it and we have to do it it's not going anywhere and they're not getting their places fixed and they do not have proper facilities, Northwest airlines they're not very big did you have several problems they're about number 21 and we're going to try to dress those we're at 20%, American airlines very huge number two 20%, they have a lot of problems they're plans need service and now is the time we will start working like madness need to have fix those plans, Delta airlines 20% they also need to fix there it's a mess. It is the same percentage it's the same people selling. There's several more aliens JetBlue that's number 32 and their stuff's a mess and we need to get in there at 20% we are purchasing today and signing, discover airlines came to us last week or so a week before that and we made a deal at 20%. They can't keep up with it, allegiant Air 20%, these last three combined or only about 4% of the world's airline industry but it's massive, there are several other airlines that are for sale that were purchasing today Swiss Air is 10% of the world's industry it's huge does most of Europe's business and they fly a lot and we're at 20% today, Lufthansa they do about 5% of the world's business they were very big we are producing at 30%, several other companies on the foreign interest at 5% each, and China Air 10%, they're huge they do all of China and several other countries that are 50%, thing number 50 but they do a lot of east west travel and their airplanes are probably 90% up to snuff grade b by us which is unheard of, there's a few more airliners they're not very big their startups most of them don't last these days the business is too aggressive and too difficult Jefferson most of those at 30%

-kind of fun time this morning so far but we are aware that the airport here they're saying it's not for sale and we are we realize that and Tampa Sarasota Miami Jacksonville Orlando all those airports are not for sale at this time impossible sometimes and you cannot discriminate like they do but they do and groups go in and out in a terrific that kind of things happening all over the world so we predict that that function among others is going to shake loose a lot of shares I love this estimates by the end of this coming week we'll have controlling share over most of the major airlines and half of them are smaller ones and my husband says probably all of the small ones and we agree

It is for what they said before yes

Hera

We are listening and they say that we're impressing on them things so we're going to try and keep that in mind and we have several other things happening but she did a great job and do this on a very big industry she wants her husband to fly around that's why and it's later on so we're trying to get picky already she says it really is for people too it makes it safe and it's a job and she wants to keep enjoying and employed and we have other things to talk about super sizing the menu and so forth that's what we are hearing but we are going to keep it down to a bare minimum no it'll be a dull roar what's going on today huge huge numbers of people saying odd things and it is strange and we're moving out shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

[ladyhoneydee]

30 Day Song(fic) Challenge: Day 13

I'm late (again) but here's today's Song(fic) Challenge! The prompt was "A song you love to dance to", and I decided to go with that most iconic song of high school dances: "YMCA". Yes, that YMCA. Please enjoy the crack that lies ahead, which I dedicate to my irl friend Maximum. This boy has never played a Zelda game and yet laughed his head off when I shared this idea with him last summer. @minimum-underdrive, this one's for you.

you can make real your dreams (but you've got to have this one thing)

Game: OoT

Pairing: None

Word Count: 1373

Keywords: crack. humor. more crack

He only made it a few steps before that familiar feeling arose: the sensation he was being watched. Well, if he was an adult, that meant he could swear now. Dammit, why was he already dealing with this shit?! Hehe, that felt good. Link unsheathed his shiny new sword and turned around, bobbing straight into a fighting stance.

Read the fic on Ao3, or under the cut!

Link really wasn’t sure what to make of this ‘being an adult’ thing. 

One minute, he’d been struggling to lift a sword way too big for him out of the pedestal in the secret chamber in the Temple of Time, and the next, he was practically too big for the sword, and some old guy wearing more orange at once than Link had ever seen in his life was telling him that he was in some magical temple, and that the old guy was a magical Sage, and had…thrown Link some kind of golden coin? What was he supposed to do with that?

Besides, was he even actually an adult? Link hadn’t exactly celebrated his birthday in Kokiri Forest, but he had memories of six Renewal Festivals, which meant he’d probably actually been alive for ten years. Which meant that, unless the old guy was a dirty liar in addition to being weird and long-winded and piercing Link’s ears—what was even up with that?—Link was supposedly now seventeen. Which was not what Talon had told him the “age of majority” was.

Navi seemed to be in disbelief as well, sneaking his new big body quizzical glances while the old guy talked. Link wondered, absentmindedly, what those seven years had been like for Navi. Had the sword he pulled put her to sleep, too? Did the magic extend to her because she was his fairy? Was it an area of effect kind of thing?

As if to confirm her skepticism, Navi turned to Link the moment the old guy and his surreal waterfall land disappeared, and they were back on the cold stone floor of the Temple of Time. “Link...we're back in the Temple of Time... But have seven years really passed?”

Link raised his hands to sign an answer, but as usual, Navi talked right over him. “It looks like you won't be able to use some of the weapons you found as a kid anymore... Let's get out of here!”

Huh. She was right, really. The shield that he’d practically been able to hide beneath as a kid was now just normally sized for his big body, and both his boomerang and slingshot were comically tiny in comparison to his giant hands—which seemed larger than they should be, honestly, was he some kind of puppy with giant paws he needed to grow into? His deku sticks seemed twiglike, rather than the fearsome spears they’d been in the past, and the first one he tried to pull out of his pouch snapped in his puppy paw. 

Link stared, deadpan, at the pieces. Too bad the temple pews were in the other room. He’d just kick the chunks under them to hide the mistake if he could. As it was, he shoved them unceremoniously back in his pouch, and shivered. It sure was chilly in the temple, even with his brand-new white tights spangling his previously bare legs. Was it winter, or something? Wouldn’t that mean it had been either six and a half years, or seven and a half years? Maybe the orange man had forgotten how to count in his old age.

“Guess so,” he signed to Navi, who had been flying in figure-eights over his head, stretching out her wings. “Where do you think we should go?”

She didn’t reply—too busy loop-de-looping—so Link shrugged to himself and started forward. First step was to go somewhere it wouldn’t be sacrilegious to use his deku sticks to build a nice fire.

He only made it a few steps before that familiar feeling arose: the sensation he was being watched.

Well, if he was an adult, that meant he could swear now.

Dammit, why was he already dealing with this shit?!

Hehe, that felt good.

Link unsheathed his shiny new sword and turned around, bobbing straight into a fighting stance.

It…wasn’t a monster. Similar to one, the eyes on him were red, but that was where the likeness ended. It was a person, wearing the weirdest thing Link had ever seen—and he’d just hung out with a guy pretending to be a magic human orange. They had red-blond bangs covering half of their face, including their entire left eye, which seemed awfully impractical; bandages wrapped around their wrists as if they were broken and around their head as if they had a concussion; and a Sheikah bodysuit waaaay more obvious than Impa’s had been, with a teary red eye design smack in the middle of the person’s chest. 

“I’ve been waiting for you, Hero of Time…”

Link was kind of not a fan of the nickname, which was longer than his real name and so it wasn’t really a nickname at all, but he didn’t bother to correct them. Talon had warned him about talking to strangers. Too bad strangers kept talking to him. 

He relaxed in his posture to show the person he wasn’t going to cut them to ribbons, but kept the sword unsheathed. Just in case.

The person began to take a page out of the old guy’s book, and Kaepora Gaebora the owl’s book before him: the art of the monologue. And like literally every other person Link had ever encountered, they had plenty of things to tell him to do, too, starting with a laundry list of places Link had to go that got progressively worse-sounding the further down the list the person got—the ‘house of the dead’, really?—and continuing with giving the fakest of fake names Link had ever heard. 

Sheik of the Sheikah stared Link down through his bangs. “As I see you standing there holding the mythical Master Sword, you really do look like the legendary Hero of Time... If you believe the legend, you have no choice. You must look for the five temples and awaken the five Sages…”

If you believe the legend. Link was pretty sure he’d just been assigned legend status by old man. Belief had nothing else to do with it. But, it checked out that collecting coins from Sages would be the sensible thing to do, even if they were a downgrade from the priceless gems he’d retrieved for Princess Zelda last time. 

While he’d been thinking, Sheik had continued on blabbering about something with the Forest Sage. Oh well. It probably hadn’t been too important, or involved anyone Link really cared about.

“Unfortunately, equipped as you currently are, you cannot even enter the temple... But, if you believe what I'm saying…” Sheik trailed off. 

The suspense was positively killing him. 

“There’s a place you can go, while you’re still feeling low.” Was that rhyme…intentional? “You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal. You can do whatever you feel.” Definitely intentional.

Sheik lowered his voice, and despite how wild this entire situation was, Link couldn’t help but to lean forward to listen. “You know, I was once in your shoes. I was down and out with the blues. I felt…no man cared if I were alive.” Sheik laughed dryly. “I felt the whole world was so jive.”

Jive? What kind of seven-years-in-the-future slang…

“Hero, you can make real your dreams! But you've got to have this one thing.”

Whoa, were they just going to skip over the part where no one cared about Sheik and he was all alone in the world? Was that why he…rhymed???

Sheik had continued, red eyes beaming genuine interest and support. “Hero, put your pride on the shelf, and just go there: to the Kakariko Graves! I'm sure Dampé can help you today.” He cocked his head to the side, just slightly. “Do you understand, Link?”

Link understood that he wanted the heck out of here, even if Sheik wasn’t rhyming anymore. Kakariko sounded like a great place to start. It was right under a volcano, after all. It would at least be warm there. And it sounded like there might be food there, too. 

Link turned tail and ran right out of the Temple of Time. 

Unbeknownst to him, Sheik stood still at the Pedestal of the Sword, a self-satisfied smile on their face. To the hero’s back, they whispered: “It’s fun to play at the Kakariko Graves.”

With the flash of a deku nut, they were gone. 

[lostxsomewherexelse]

>I'm pissed off and ranting, ignore if you want.

>trigger warnings for all kinds of stuff

I find it hilarious how all the adults used to tell me "just wait til you have a job and work full time you'll WISH you were in school"

I don't mind working, I can wake up tomorrow and go to work and all is fine and I'm happy....if you told me I had to go back to high school for even a day I'd kill myself without hesitation. Here's why:

As an adult with a job out here in the real world, I actually have options if I'm being bullied or harassed. I can make an issue to a boss or a police officer about it, and it will be taken seriously. At minimum, the person causing the problem will actually be talked to. In school, that wasn't always the case. In fact, they barely did anything until a situation had gone to what us grown ups would call ASSAULT. Why was it always only a slap on the wrist when people were outright trying to hurt or even KILL me or get me to kill myself because i was weird? In a place I was REQUIRED to be. It's easy to leave a bad job, but anyone who's had to transfer schools or go into programs because of bullying knows what BULLSHIT it is to even TRY to secure your own safety.

As an adult with a job I'm expected to know and keep track of ONE set list of tasks, not FOUR different groups of things with topic changes in those groups every month that i have to learn really fast and repeat perfectly when questioned or else I fail and have to do it all over again.

As an adult with a job I am barely expected to get along with a reasonably sized and fairly consistent group of people, not like 30 a class (remember, 4 classes, that's 120 people) and that's just the ones you're stuck in a room with during classes. Not even counting the other classes you go to lunch or field trips with, which just leaves more room for clashing personalities to be stuck next to eachother.

AND DONT EVEN GET ME *STARTED* ON BEING USED AS A BEHAVIOUR BUFFER. IMAGINE SOMEONE WHO IS INCREDIBLY HOSTILE TORWARDS YOU ALREADY BEING SAT NEXT TO YOU AT WORK?? YOU WOULDN'T LET THAT FLY! SOMEONE WHOS FOUGHT YOU, PULLED YOUR HAIR, TOLD PEOPLE NASTY LIES ABOUT YOU, AND NOW YOURE SUDDENLY RESPONSIBLE FOR KEEPING THEM IN LINE OR YOU BOTH GET IN TROUBLE. THAT SHIT DOESN'T FLY NEAR AS FAR IN THE REAL WORLD.

Not ONCE as an adult have I been punished for reporting the abusive behaviors of my coworkers either. Why does the school system PUNISH VICTIMS FURTHER? if I defend myself in a fight on the street, I'm asked if I want to press charges or get a peace bond. If I defended myself in a fight I DID NOT WANT PART OF in school, I was SUSPENDED and given detentions. For defending myself.

As an adult in the real world, I get at least some say in what I'm doing all day. If I hate one shitty minimum wage job, I can go find another that isn't as bad. As a student I was expected to deal with it, never question why they were allowed to make me so miserable, and was punished for not being able to force myself to sit up straight and listen to some mid 40s divorcee rant about his ex wife in the middle of a math lesson "bEcAuSe hEs ThE tEaChEr".. at least if I have to listen to someone rant about stupid stuff on the job I'm getting paid for it. I have incentive to pretend I care.

AS AN ADULT IN THE REAL WORLD, MY JOB HAS NOT EVER BEEN ENTITLED TO A SECOND OF MY TIME OUTSIDE OF WORK HOURS. AS A STUDENT, I WAS EXPECTED TO SPEND MOST OF MY DAY AT SCHOOL, THEN GO HOME AND DO MORE SCHOOLWORK. IF YOUR BOSS TOLD YOU TO CLOCK OUT AND KEEP WORKING YOUD LAUGH IN THEIR FACE. YOU HAVE A LIFE, YOU HAVE THINGS TO DO, YOU WANT TIME TO SEE FRIENDS AND FAMILY AND UNWIND. SO DOES EVERY FUCKING STUDENT THAT WAS HANDED HOURS OF HOMEWORK TO DO ON THEIR WEEKEND. ON THEIR DAYS OFF.

Now take all of the things I just listed, all things highschoolers experience regularly, and imagine this:

You get home from your full time job (school), and have to go to a part time job that takes up your nights and weekends. And you have to do your extra school work that's for outside of school because it's homework, you have to. And you have to study for that test coming up. You also have a list of household to do.

So already, that's.. work, work, work, and work. You're also expected to do extracurricular activities or hobbies like sports, clubs or volunteering (work number 5) because "they'll help you (stay healthy/with your college applications/look good on your resume)"

Wow! That's work 5 times. And it's like.. the minimum people expect from their kid or else that kid is lazy/stupid/not going anywhere in life.

That's a lot of pressure, and that's usually the bare minimum. Some people also have to babysit their younger siblings (for free because fAmiLy). That's work number 6. This looks insane to you when it's all laid out like this.

This doesn't even brush on how it looks to people with "minor" disabilities like adhd or anxiety

Lay off your teenager, they're working their ass off, and being harassed, insulted, ignored, and having their free time, personal space, boundaries, and interests disregarded constantly.

Being an adult is stressful, but so is being a kid. Don't invalidate their struggles because you no longer relate to them.

If your life was constantly micromanaged by people expecting you to do hours of unpaid labour "because you have to" and "I said so" You'd be pissed too.

If I woke up tomorrow, and I was expected to go to work, and then do housework as needed, I'd be fine.

If I woke up tomorrow with very little control of my life and free time while also expected to work 3-6 jobs for basically nothing in return, I would literally kill myself.

I had OVER 20 SUICIDE ATTEMPTS in high school

I have had ONE since graduating.

I hope people gain some perspective from this.

[fumiko-matsubara]

Writing Exercise 3 // AssClass x Tower of God AU - Astonishment

Writing Exercise // AC × ToG AU - Reunion

Summary: Recently becoming a D-Rank Regular meant there would be more to learn about, Maehara concluded after a talk with the dodgy Scout of Team DREAM.

Word Count: 653 words

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"Is that a flying warship?!"

"Yep."

Maehara stared at the approaching ship in amazement. Its size alone is large enough to cover half of the wide open field before them. "Wow..."

He turned to the pink haired woman next to him. "Where'd you all get it?!"

Kanemoto Shiori, one of the Scouts of Team DREAM, simply stared back blankly in contrast to the Lightning user's excitement.

"I stole it."

Maehara blanched. "How?!"

"I'm a Scout, man," Kanemoto nonchalantly waved him off. "Hijacking into accessible machinery and transport is just the bare minimum of what I usually do."

She faced the landing warship again, arms crossed. "Besides, flying ships are expensive in general. You've gotta invest in one for your team in order to travel around the higher Floors since there are less land there."

A small smile graced her face. "Thankfully, a team on the 40th Floor is stupid enough to leave their warship completely unattended."

"I-I see. ."

"But considering the huge number of members in your team, you all can just collectively save up points to purchase a flying ship big enough for 30 people at most," Kanemoto thoughtfully said. "No need to steal one. In our case, we were just in a hurry."

Maehara forced out a smile. "That's good to know..."

He then returned his gaze towards the warship, still marvelling at its large size and appearance. He hasn't been in a flying ship before, as their team had only been travelling by land and teleportation throughout their climb so far, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious how this one in particular looks from the inside.

"If you're thinking about going inside of that one now, I suggest you stop thinking," Kanemoto pointedly interrupted his train of thought. "They're just here to drop off supplies and will leave again soon."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "And we'd rather not have you getting lost inside the ship just cause you wanted to check out the rooms."

"I didn't even say anything..." Maehara muttered, pouting almost. "Where do they even go? I thought you guys were on a break."

Kanemoto raised an eyebrow at him. "The break was only prompted because Tsuchiya had a burn out after we cleared five Floors in just few months, since she was the one who had sorted everything out for us to clear the floors much easier," she explained. "Yes, all of us were physically exhausted but a month is more than enough for all of us to recover."

She turned back to the warship, its entrance finally opening. "But for now we're just restocking supplies and training to gear up for when we continue our climb. That's why we've had Fukiyose, Masato, and Terushima for the stuffs since they know their way around the floors the best among all of us."

She returned her gaze towards Maehara once again. "I personally wouldn't mind you helping them out, to be honest. But their next destination will be at the 44th Floor so..."

"Yeah I can't go anyway, I get it," Maehara sighed in disappointment. Travelling inside a flying warship would have been so cool though.

Kanemoto stared at him for a moment. With a mildly amused smile, she gestured towards the ship. "You can help them out with carrying the supplies to the house if you want, Maehara-kun." She suggested. "They might be needing more manpower than usual and I don't particularly trust Fukiyose with the heavy work."

She swore she could see his eyes sparkling in excitement almost childishly at the offer.

"Right!" With a bright grin on his face, Maehara dashed towards the warship immediately.

Kanemoto gazed at his retreating figure thoughtfully, the gears in her brain already racking up new ideas. With a small satisfied smirk, she turned her back and walked towards the front door of their residence.

She supposed having another delivery person wouldn't hurt.

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A/N: Kanemoto Shiori is one of Zaina's OC, who is from the canonically hinted group called the Virtuoso Girls, which we have made four other OCs out of.

I've decided to add her in Team DREAM's line up simply because Zaina and I have joked about her and Eiji (Fukiyose) being a formidable Shitty Duo in Kunugigaoka. With Eiji's talent to encounter and escape trouble, and Shiori's information gathering skills to blackmail people and influence their public reputation, what else is a better idea than them being the Scouts of their team?

[emotionaldepravity]

Hello! Would you do HCs of armada Blurr, Jetfire, and Sideswipe having a human companion of their own? Maybe someone older and more mature than the kids? I like to imagine one of them maybe has a cousin who is a detective that ended up sticking around out of concern for the kids in what is basically a war/recon setting. Thank you very much! I'm glad you're feeling up to doing HCs and I very much approve the new content

Ahhh I’m so glad to be back and feeling good about writing again! Also thank you so much for the support! I’m really loving getting to write some stuff for all of these cuties~ Also, these are kinda long… ha ha ha… 

Blurr

- Alexis didn’t bother keeping the Autobots a secret when you happened to see your cousin jump out of a speeding sports car one day to make it to dinner on time. What was the point? You’d just follow her and learn the truth yourself, after all. She might as well as let you help them.

- Due to Blurr being the one that you happened to see first, Optimus suggested that you should get to know him first since you plan on sticking around.

-At first Blurr isn’t sure how to feel about having a human companion so he acts as disinterested as possible. 

- “Isn’t babysitting humans the minicons’ job?” 

-He just doesn’t know what to do with you.

-When you ask him to let you go on a recon mission with him for a new minicon, he is hesitant as he doesn’t want to be slowed down by having to protect you. However, Hot Shot and Red Alert convince him to give you a chance to prove yourself. 

-You manage to be extremely helpful to finding the minicon with how observant and focused you are. Its a nice change of pace for him than dealing with the children.

-For jut a moment, he opens up to praise your efforts, but in the next, he is all closed off one again. For awhile, this is how all your missions go. 

-It isn’t always easy to get along with him. He can be extremely headstrong, and even if you are simply trying to help him, he can shut you down.  

- It takes many silent drives and missions alone together before he truly warms up to you.

-After enough time has passed, he will just drive you around the city just to speak with you privately. Its his way of saying that he trusts you.

-When the minicon sightings slow down, he often likes to take you to see different parts of the world sometimes even back to past battle sites. Though he isn’t one to be sentimental, he would like to experience Earth and its nature when he isn’t try to fight for his life. Since this frivolousness isn’t exactly what he is used to, he makes sure you come along to teach him how to enjoy it.

- Once he finally realizes that his life has changed so much with you around, he almost wants to push you away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he allows himself to embrace his feelings for you.

-However, he has a bit of trouble deciding when or even how to confess. When he does decide to tell you how he feels, its done with little fanfare and as far away from the kids as possible. 

-Alexis occasionally teases the two of you about your relationship. She thinks its adorable. Its because of her that PDA is at a minimum. 

-When he goes on a mission without you, he tips your chin up so he can look into your eyes before he leaves. Its his nonverbal promise to you that he will come back no matter what.

Jetfire 

-The first time you saw Jetfire you knew that something was up.

-A huge space shuttle flying around the mountains where you knew your cousin, Rad, and his friends liked to play was suspicious, and you had to investigate. 

-You managed to figure out about when the space shuttle would circle the mountain and where the shuttle landed. 

- Of course, when the kids jumped out and the mystery shuttle transformed to a huge robot, you had to confront your cousin. He was happy to explain all about the Transformers despite your concern for him in the current situation.

- Seeing that you weren’t exactly pleased with him now in the middle of an alien war, Rad suggested that you support Jetfire when looking for minicons that way you would feel better that him and the kids weren’t out in the field as much.

- Jetfire isn’t keen on the extra work, but he understands that the kids are an important part of the dynamic at the base. He isn’t particularly interested in seeing how low morale could get without them. 

-As you work together to locate minicons, he gets a good chance to figure you out and see your investigation skills. 

- “Never thought I’d see a human be so observant; you must be a P.I.”

- He likes to ask you about yourself. At first it was just to get you to like him, but now, he genuinely is interested in you. Though not all of your stories are as eventful as his own war stories, he thinks highly of them and loves that you’re willing to be so open with him. At some point, he finally realizes his own feelings for you and decides to put his plan into motion to get you to like him in return.

-In typical Jetfire fashion, he does his best to charm you. For a playful flirt like him, teasing and complimenting you are some of his favorite mission activities.

-He can’t help but show off for you its just in his code. 

-Don’t be surprised if he takes you up into space to see the stars whenever things are a bit uneventful. 

-The moment he learns that humans also use nicknames, he starts calling you “sweetspark.” 

- One night during a sleepover at the Autobot base, he showcases his ability to mass displace by pulling you into his lap to “relax.” 

- When he finally confesses, its after a moonlit flight to an open filed where the stars were incredibly bright. 

-For the most part, Rad is just happy that the two of you get along. However, he has been known to make faces when he sees you acting like a couple. 

-He always says the same thing before he heads out for a mission: “Don’t miss me too much sweetspark, I’ll be back soon~”

Sideswipe

- Your aunt and uncle had always asked you to look after Carlos when you had the chance, and with his grades being even lower than usual, you figured a proper “investigation” needed to happen. You had your suspicions that he was skipping, but you had to go and see for yourself.

-One early morning, you follow Carlos only to find that he was definitely not headed to the old middle school you remembered going to so long ago.

-When you get to the Autobot base, not too far behind your cousin, Sideswipe was the first bot you happened to see. When you stare at him in awe, he returns the look because he didn’t really know how to react. Eventually, you 

-After scolding Carlos, and the other kids for missing class, you decide to stay long enough to speak to Optimus Prime.  

-Though part of him wants to act a tough guy like Blurr, he is extremely excited to have a human companion.

- Humans are so interesting to him, and he is always asking you questions about what its like being a human. 

-He thinks that you being a detective is very cool! You are saving the world in your own way, and he respects that a lot. You are like a human hero!

-In his clumsy way, his admiration for you turned into infatuation. He really wasn’t sure how it had ended up like this, but after spending so much time getting to know you, it was hard not to be charmed. 

-He likes to hold you in his hand so he can feel close to you since you are just so small compared to him. 

-Sometimes he wishes he was minicon sized so he could hug you properly. He practically begs Red Alert to find away to make it possible, and one day Sideswipe gets a mass displacement mod.

-Now he mass displaces all the time to hug you. Sometimes the others have to remind him that he has work to do because he cuddles with you for so long. Typically, its Carlos, and his reminder follows a “you two are so gross.”

-Whenever he goes out on a mission without you, he makes sure to give you a kiss for good luck. He gets a bit distraught if he doesn’t get to. 

- Sideswipe is always talking about you to his bro, Hot Shot. You are just so fascinating to him and well he likes to brag about how incredible his human is. In turn, he talks about how much he looks up to Hot Shot to you. After all, he wants the two beings he cares about the most to get along. 

[queenallura]

I've been thinking about doing an event but I'm not sure what event to do and how to actually do it successfully. Do you have any opinions on what would be best for a first timer? And what kind of tips do you have to make a successful event?

For a first time organizer i would say weeks are the easiest. They’re not easy but compared to zines or exchanges they have significantly less work involved. Most of the work is upfront, like thinking of prompts and making promotional material. Then during the actual week you also have to keep up with all the content. Weeks can be done by yourself but I always like to have another person help out to split the load. A successful week needs good prompts that allow fan of all kinds to participate (some people have to work within canon, such as many gif makers), planning ahead of time to allow for content to be made, good promotion and not a lot of overlap with other events, and responsive mods that are willing to answer questions and queue up content.

Exchanges/ secret santas vary depending on their size and structure. If you make it open to everyone you can have hundreds of people, while application only is more manageable and generally has less variation in terms of quality but can come off as elitist. The biggest battle for exchanges is matching and making sure everyone receives something. People can drop out, be late, be picky, or all of the above. All sorts of things can happen that you have to deal with mostly on the fly. A secret Santa was my first fandom event that I ever organized and while it was fun it was also very stressful. I would say you’d want a minimum of two people involved in planning, and certainly more if your event is large. 3-4 is ideal. A good exchange will have back ups in case people go MIA, good planning so that matching and deadlines are executed in a timely manner, and clear rules for things such as giving previews and talking with your giftee.

Zines are intimidating because unless you do a free version or ebook you are dealing with physical products and/or money, which means stakes are higher. I find that zines have a higher skill cap and a steeper learning curve, so I would not recommend it to someone who doesn’t have a ton of experience with events or literary background. Familiarity with an editing software is usually necessary, as is connections to a reputable and affordable printing service. Most zines I’ve seen seem to be organized by just two very dedicated people and it is a lot of hard work. They can have incredible turnouts though; some of my favorite fandom efforts are zines that I’ve organized, participated in, or bought. A good zine has an aesthetically pleasing page layout, contains high resolution images, and always gives credit to the participants, but most importantly it has good communication with the participants and has a thoughtful and generous timeline.

Let me know if you have any more questions! I’m happy to share the knowledge.

[the-firebird69]

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Thor Freya

That's why they're there they've got a notice of similar behavior the island was shaking people are moving around businesses were disappearing on to the island but off. On things people taking pictures all over the place of stuff strange strange things strange people taking tons of pictures why we don't know he does and huge imports of buildings so they had all that in the Philippines in the early stages they call it so they went out there armed since he's really and the Philippines called and said we need you to get out of here thinking it may have been China on look Chinese nope they can't tell half of Manila is gone and the other half is just about to go up we just about have it and we get a phone call from someone we have to put it on hold it was just so and so is coming that was commander Colonel Kurtz was coming in upper River with a good size horse several Mount alien troops and that's away from Manila to see what's out there they have recon photos that they can't leave it looks like there's a whole bunch of buildings all of them manufacturing all of them from the mainland of China so hard to get anything done here Uriel and Goddess Wife say, they're damn trees everywhere and these people stick to trees like nothing they wear stuff that is the same color and sit there all night long go from tree to tree they did tunnels everywhere if you would want to tunnel somewhere you can hire them they'll have it in in minutes 100 ft long second tunneling machine so efficient and a lot of trouble with them very pervasive invasive is Chinese they are cookie compared to even Jason not cases lots of cannibalism had to put down a lot of them. They look at him with on his eyes in their eyes because he's swearing it all these people they've always looked up to let's see how he does it though what the heck are you doing pal like your garth does a little. Today they burst out laughing I saw him sitting there with a knife saying stuff and two completely ignoring him and him saying Jesus Christ she gets a f*** out of the way stuff like that then one of their mouths comes this later on today out of one of the two who the hell does he think he is holding a knife at her back you start talking all sudden kurtz said no, you won't let me see this what is it to you and why would it be any of my fault it's an answer since hypothetically said you were there encouraging him and stuff and then all of a sudden you start laughing this is the s*** we've been listening to you these idiots falling around they can all these dumb noises doesn't sound like he usually sound it says laughing and saying okay so I can get rid of you if you can bja or just another one. Who says about the off he's real vehement ww said you're done bja lol vkerhim out if the vehicle at speed Tommy f left him.

He got up and he was kneeling on the highway in a semi ran right over him and he's deader than hell deserve it he said right before you got smacked and he's saying no I didn't oh after I said it and pow right into him and his road Pizza flying out in a couple seconds people drive real fast but 90-100 minimum. I guess the barrio and the Bronx and the many other vehicles like that can keep up and he says only one per country so China has one and it's one of their areas and districts it's really poor oh my God really he wasn't in the middle. So the edge of the country but it was a poor area the named it that and tons of people bought it huge numbers. And didn't Huau, sounds like a Hyundai. Battleship the movie is underway tonight and tomorrow it starts I saw the shield up tells people want to know what it is it works how it works and corky the game I need to be right on top of it even while the Bronx tale is going on

Appreciate the help but really your white people are getting carried away said they're not my white people at all they're not my kind as you know I said yes when I called that cuz you send them there more or less to have all sorts of fun with us he can see my factories in that pictures we don't want that this is maybe you should take the pictures away so I'm starting to do that and all these people are starting to wonder what's going on why are these factories moving to the island and who's out there who the hell would move factories to the ighlands. I'll send this is the people get displaced and the factors move there and nobody says they're doing it that makes sense people do that for years so they know who to go after

Uriel and Goddess Wife