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[souldered]

hi hi hi , bucky starter call while i try and write up like a facts post or smth for now !

[captainseamech]

All jokes aside... High Tide knows he needs to take care of himself more, but he just doesn’t know how to do it or who to reach out to. Due to how he was treated before, he mostly sees himself as the ‘stoic figure that doesn’t deserve / need help or reassurance from anyone that isn’t.’ Is this a toxic way of thinking? Yes, but sadly, that’s what he believed to be true but never voices it out ever, because he knows people have their sheer amount of problems to deal with and thinks he shouldn’t bother them with his ‘useless ramble / crying out loud.’ Of course, he might shortly talk it out, but never go too deep into that topic to prevent himself from speaking more than he should.

If someone, anyone even, is willing to let him know it’s okay to vent about his problems... He’ll absolutely shatter, like a mask made out of the strongest material possible somehow finding it had a weak spot and falling apart all at once. High Tide never thought that a mech as old as he was needed comfort, needed to be heard, needed to know how to properly let go... He always struggled with his own feelings, but he will be absolutely helpless and weak if he was allowed to let it all out.

His main problem, aside from everything that surrounded him, is regarding death. Not the concept of it, but the fact people around him died a lot of times in the past, people he knew, people he was friends with... and people he loved, too. Falling to pieces and offlining all around him either because they got caught by war... or by his own hands, in a way or another. Guilt surrounds him everyday, every time, non-stop in his mind. Remorse constantly stabbing him in his spark, a tiny voice in his processor making him feel like an irredeemable monster for being such a strong being capable of murdering each and everyone.

High Tide is strong. High Tide is very strong, even. A soldier, an experienced captain, a mentor, a mech that can get what he wants when he wants, a mech that can easily shield anyone and take a large amount of damage to protect those in need.

And yet... all it takes to break him, is someone with good intentions asking “are you okay?” with the sweetest and calmest of voices.

[handgiven]

funny thing that tells you a whole lot about me as a person is that my three most beloved canon characters i have formerly rped as are as follow:

i. one single pining dead gay painter, victorian, pretentious but not really -- the one real pure soul in that whole book aside from the one single dead actress :') ii. said dead actress, also victorian, naive, gentle, totally deserved better iii. moving on and into wwi era, we got an older gentleman who has a wife back home but whose friendship and loving care of his fellow comrades is distinctly tinted by tender homoeroticism that is never acted upon. then he dies. iv. okay now let's shoot for the stars -- remember that 2013 bbc zombie show? in the flesh? there was this girl and she was bubbly and kind and artistic and extravagant. and also dead & zombified

[devourensarc]

[ COAX ]  the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them,  breathing praises against their skin. ( for thoma )

@goldgambit

It's a work if incredible patience, pushing Thoma to the edge only to pull back right before he tumbles over. Practice had taught him just the right places to pepper kisses, to scrape teeth, and where to sink them in hard enough to leave bruises. Always out of sight, but not out of mind even the next day, where the memory of Childe's teeth will nip at him with every movement.

His patience is stretched thin, but looking down at Thoma utterly wrecked beneath him, he is well rewarded. Head thrown back, skin flushed and bruised with teeth, golden red hair plastered to his forehead, he is the very picture of beautiful.

All for Childe to enjoy.

"Go on," he murmurs, closing his hand over Thoma's dick and speeding up his thrusts. "You can let go."

It doesn't take long at all for Thoma to cry out, arching his back off the bed with a cry of "Ajax!". Childe follows close behind, propped up on his hands so he doesn't collapse onto the housekeeper beneath him.

He opens his eyes to Thoma's hands covering his face, chest heaving. Carefully, Childe shifts onto one elbow and curls a gentle hand over his wrists, tugging until Thoma obliges and lets him pull the hands away.

"You did so well." He leans in and breaths the praise against his cheek as he leaves a trail of kisses across his face — no teeth this time, just praises and soothing murmurs. He stops to nuzzle into his temple, stroking a hand through Thoma's sweaty locks. "I'll run us a bath. You don't need to do anything else."

He leaves one last lingering kiss against Thoma's lips before he pulls away. Thoma will get up and leave in the morning, but for tonight, he is all Childe's, and the Harbinger intends to make sure Thoma spends it in pure comfort. A warm, scented bath, fresh sheets and soft pajamas, snacks he didn't have to make himself, wrapped in arms that would stop at nothing to give it to him.

[dandeliicnsarchiived]

Meme call!

Give this a like I'll send your muse(s) a meme that I reblogged to get conversations going! If you have have female muses I will prioritize them over male muses! And if I can't find a meme that fits, I'll just find one and send it on thr fly! In addition, if you have more muse for a certain character of yours, specify it in the comments! LETS GET SOME INTERACTIONS GOING!

[hierlekin-a]

"This just seems impractical if I may be honest," says the duke while trying on the Harbinger's mask. How is anyone suppose to fight in these things while it covers the eyes? How silly. "This must be a Snezhnaya custom. Why hide those pretty maiden eyes of yours, Knave?" // @icerberus

If a small smile flickers across her face, well - it's not like he could see well enough to know.

"A magician never reveals her secrets," she says as she takes a sip of her tea. "Flattery will get you no answers, Duke. I thought you would know that. Although, perhaps I can give you an answer for an answer."

[hyrulefate]

      “ monsters are nothing new to me. ”  the knowledge of how to swing, slash, and thrust forward with a blade comes to him like breathing. his travels usually mean fighting malicious creatures residing within temples   &   places left untouched by people.

      “ but those... ” link sheathes his sword.   &   his blue eyes stare down at where slain monsters disappeared in the puff of dark smoke. that's nothing new. what draws link's attention is—

      “ ...seemed different. ”

@herospledge  ♥'d!

[aeniqmata]

Spell out your url with song titles and tag 10 people. 

a LIEz - SawanoHiroyuki[nZk], mizuki

E nth E Nd ( Kurmasta Kurt Reanimation ) [feat. Motion Man] - Linkin Park

N aliNa - Block B

I Am Machine - Three Days Grace

Q ueen of Kings - Alessandra

M onochrome - FNF Hypno's Lullaby - simplycrispy ( contains gore imagery )

A Settlement in the Red Bluffs - Yasunori Nishiki

T hey Who Govern Reason - Yasunori Nishiki

A Beautiful Song - Keigo Hoashi

I tried to pick ones that I use to write, or get me in the mood. They range from JRock to KPop to the Orchestral Soundtrack for Octopath Traveler, to Metal and Grunge.

Tagged by: @devildukem, thank you!

Tagging: @bishonenprince, @dispersio, @galaxofmuses, @spiinsparks ( or @fellstcr ), @hydrcloggd, @fastfists and you, random reader!

[sunlessea]

he's dreamt of eternity between them, @londonfallen had said  —  eternity, with such sincerity, what could he do but assume that he is being honest with him? he doesn't think he'd been prepared for what, exactly, he had near begged him for this past year  :  the kiss of the cappadocian, a burning, agonizing, hellish sensation that starts 'pon the flesh and spread through one's veins. were it he had left him there, calling out his name in delight, panting from recovery of pain and pleasure both, but a kiss is not eternity, not a promise 'tween two people to spend all their lives, or unlives, together. holding him down had been a cruelty and a kindness, the first time. now it is a necessity. his blood is sweet, slipping past his tongue, sliding down his throat. his fangs had pulled away from the bite a great deal of time ago, his lips now sucking from him the delightful succor of his blood, draining him near dry. fedir thinks, to some degree, there is a sliver of guilt that twists within his abdomen  :  he had spent so long, after all, protecting him from his kiss, only to steal it with his innocence, moments later. his knees dig into mykhailo's thighs, his hands pinning him by his chest, though he leaves his hands free. it is but a small mercy from the poison he offers him, enough to keep him from struggling free against the intensity of the pain, but to still give him freedom to grab at him, if he so pleases.

the threads of the masquerade tear apart, the camarilla knocking 'pon the back of his mind, but all thoughts of princes and law fade from his mind, overwhelmed instead by the scent of his blood. fedir reaches out, eventually, when he feels his beloved's body begin to lose its life 'neath him, and finds his hand in what small comfort he can offer him. he is killing him, there is no doubt about this. without warning, without permission, he has put the one whom he loves most at the brink of death, and all he can offer him in turn is to lace his fingers through his own, and squeeze his numbing hand in comfort. he will not leave him like this, he will not allow him to fade away  ...  but there is no way to communicate that, painful as it is to see him like this. he does not wish to see him suffer, no matter the circumstances, but especially not at his hands. through this desperation does he continue to attempt to cling to him through what must be his dying haze, pulling him closer, chest to chest now.

there is no way to make it less than what it is, however  :  and when fedir at last parts his lips from his beloved's neck, pulls back to look down at him from where he hovers over him  ...  he is as good as dead. blood and saliva trail from his chin as he reaches his arm up, rests his reddened fang against the pulsing vein that runs deep red through his wrist. he thinks, for that moment, that mykhailo looks so strangely peaceful, and despairing as death may be, perhaps it is even beautiful, in a way. the two of them will never know.

"eternity, was it,"  he murmurs, his fang pressing into his vein now  :  and in a motion so quick he does not even wince, he rips open his arm, blood shortly pouring from the wound in a macabre fall.  "very well, then. give up everything you are for me. die for me. be reborn for me."  he holds his wrist to his near-dead lover's mouth, watches as a drop of his blood falls from him to his lips, and as his lips part to drink that first drop.  "тоді переконай мене у своїй любові."

[captainseamech]

@faultfindingfirebot replied to your post:

Isn’t that where High Tide gets in and out from in his submarine mode?

When the megabot is transformed into a ship, I mean

//ok so fun fact: I had zero idea about what you were talking about when I saw this comment, so I did what a normal person would hopefully do and rewatch every single episode High Tide appears and... turns out the compartment where he leaves the ship is actually, like, in Megabot’s legs? And I found out that I got hit with the Mandela Effect as well??

For the people that are lost, let me quickly explain what I found by saying how this thing works. His big ahh ship has two compartments where he could leave: at the top with a ramp, where everyone could easily access it, and at the bottom of it by a special compartment located in the hull when High Tide has to leave in his submarine mode. The image below illustrates the latter.

Now there is something interesting that I noticed going through said episodes. When the ship is transforming, its legs are actually part of the hull! And the opening where High Tide normally leaves are easily spotted for a few frames while its legs are forming actually!

See? It’s right there!

Now that I debunked this idea, I wanted to check for under Megabot’s foot just so I can cook the possible rambling I would do. Turns out there was no shaped hole under it, but I did notice something even better that could make my headcanon of it actually being able to fly possible!

Ok so check the image below:

Aside from the whiplash about how actually massive the Megabot is (check the boat closely, there are humans in there for scale), as you can see, there is absolutely zero shaped thing under its foot, which technically debunks my whole headcanon idea.

However, while watching the transformation segment a few times I noticed that its feet actually comes in and out from the lower part of its legs. Here’s the gif of the full transformation segment for reference. The foot actually retracts itself under it and, seeing that it could (and apparently DOES) get folded while inside and the space within seems to be big enough, maybe this place could be more appropriate for a propeller! So yeah, my headcanon that Megabot could fly is still live!

Small bonus: I think that red thing on its back could serve as its wings for steering but shhh

[sinplly-a]

Professor venomous is a grade-a man slut. That's it. That's the post.

[devourensarc]

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds ( in their hsr verses perchance? 👀 )

@icerberus — an extremely self indulgent meme

Ajax still hadn't gotten his fight with the tempting Galaxy Ranger, but he couldn't find it in himself to be too disappointed this time. Power burned under the other man's skin, a devastating star that tugged at the hungry black hole under Ajax's own, and why would he want to resist that gravity? He itched to sink his teeth past skin and bone, to claw his way to the heart of that gravity, but Wriothesley seemed immune to it, denying all of Ajax's advances with a tired shake of his head.

This time, Ajax had vowed when their paths had crossed on the Xianzhou, this time he would have his fight.

It seemed that fate had different plants for them. Ajax had hardly gotten a word out before the Abominations descended on them. The fight hadn't satisfied that hungry emptiness inside him — even taking out his restless agitation on the Abominations still left him hollow and frustrated — but seeing Wriothesley in action, even holding back, careful, had been a sight to behold.

And then Ajax's ears rang with the echoes of a distant, terrible call, and he had collapsed onto his knees, seeing for the first time the bright red blood streaming down his side and dripping onto the ground. Wriothesley rushes forward to pull him up, moving them behind one of the many shipping crates stacked around Cloudford and out of the sight of any passing Abominations. Now, propped against said crate, Ajax studies the crease in Wriothesley's brow as he crouches over him and wraps a makeshift bandage around the gash in his torso.

Ah, if only he realized the real wounds were the veins of starlight running under Ajax's skin, a physical sign of how close to the surface that void inside him had come. Exhaustion drags at his limbs, but he still manages a quiet laugh as he lifts a hand to poke at that crease on Wriothesley's forehead.

❝ You'll get wrinkles, ❞ he says. ❝ Guess we'll have to save that fight for next time. ❞

His head drops back against the crate with a heavy thunk.

❝ Next time. . . I'll be good enough. ❞

Next time, it would not leave him, as tired and empty as it had all those years ago.

[needlxd]

@wildkaart: ( from Pavitr!!! ) i'll be right here, no matter what you need.

PROMPTS FOR HELPING OTHERS

her hands are wringing together nervously, & and her eyes are unable to meet pavitr's for several moments. it feels to her as if she's been put on the spot― but even if that were the case, it would be of her own accord. she had been the one to seek him out, after all, with the rising agitation of the symbiote within driving her to fear lashing out against the wrong targets. for all she has been doing to use venom to protect pavitr & maya, even without their knowing... slipping up would be devastating to her now.

it's best, then, to show her hand & get help for it before the worst comes to pass.

« i... i know that. this isn't something i can.... really put off, though. » signs finally made, kitiara nervously meets his eyes, doing her best to ignore venom's angry protests in her head. as well as the painful way he moves around inside, like an unforgiving pressure in her chest squeezing at her lungs, her gut, even her throat.

all this, because it's getting stir - crazy and eager for food & crime alike. to be freely himself, while kitiara, for the first time, is unsure about allowing it. talk about frustrating.

« i'm... i'm having a bit of trouble with something, » she finally starts, stopping to wince & cringe every once in a while over that internal pain. « i wasn't― i wasn't the only thing to come from 42 into this universe. i have― i brought something else. had to. don't know yet if we're even able to be separated― »

suddenly, kitiara lets out a shout, a mix of frustration & pain, before finally giving into venom's demands, at least somewhat. she allows him to come out, at least partially, nothing more than an inky, floating head hovering over her. but she allows him no chance to lash out if he wanted to by grabbing at those inky tendrils, then at his head, to reel him back. a far less painful ( but very raspy ) stand down is growled out, symbiote & host glaring at each other for several moments before finally, it does as commanded.

it's then that kitiara once more turns toward pavitr, if a bit fearfully.

« up until now... we've been doing pretty good. stayed in sync. in control. but... i don't want to keep doing the awful things we were doing before. it was cruel then, but... knowing you, & aunt maya, & everyone else i've been able to meet since coming here... i've realized i don't have to keep being like that. it doesn't sit right with me anymore. so we've started drifting apart― but neither of us really want to find out if really separating would be a death sentence or not. it has been before... so... i wanted to ask for help instead. to appeal to this thing, i guess? but also to just... keep me on the right track. not let me just give up and go back to what i was doing before. you're the only one i trust to at least give me a chance rather than throwing me out immediately, so... will you...? »

[eiikyuu]

@trattcria / for gael

" You should be careful. " The magical beasts that call the surrounding forest home had been causing a stir. Terrorizing the locals, the travellers, witches and non-alike with no explanation in site ( for now at least ). " It's been getting more dangerous lately, especially if you're going on your own."

[isolctions]

the way i have genuinely had enough of t*mblr removing certain tags that i’m actively using & causing me to have to re-post older tag drops over & over again because of their stupid ass beta editor bullshit