#it is an EXTREMELY weird experience and i was not prepared for it

[computerpeople]

warren falls into so many tropes i am fucking crazy about in a character AND hes the protagonist like fuck off hes my MAN dude

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-six of “obligatory sugar baby Kon” behind the cut. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon laughs into his mouth and kisses him back easy and eager, and the moment Tim drops his hands off his face he’s looping his arms around his neck–which Tim is very normal about, for the record–and leaning down into him. Tim puts his hands on his hips in return and feels several extremely complicated ways about someone who’s capable of lifting literal construction equipment trusting him with their weight, most of which he’s pretty sure are going to haunt him for the rest of his life, or at least his next four to six months of, uh–personal time. 

. . . he can never, ever be anywhere near any telepath again. Ever. Just ever. 

Or at least for the next four to six months, anyway.

The park really is deserted now, and lit by a couple of streetlights and a bit of bleedover from the street, but not much else. The rest of the streetlights are definitely out, and it looks like there weren’t that many to begin with. The neighborhood isn’t even that bad, really, but it’s Gotham, so Tim’s not surprised. He’s assuming the other skaters were regulars who knew how bad the lighting gets here this late, given most of them cleared out around the same time and how it’s only gotten darker since they did. 

Well, he doesn’t mind the dark, personally, and definitely doesn’t mind the privacy. 

“Sorry,” he says as he leans back from the kiss for a moment, mostly to make sure he doesn’t get carried away with anything. “Didn’t mean to cut you off.” 

“Yeah, you’ll have to make it up to me by doing it some more,” Kon teases, squeezing his arms around his neck for a moment before giving him a peck on the cheek. Tim gives himself three seconds to be a useless mess of goo, then clears his throat and presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth in return. Kon grins underneath it, and Tim needs another three seconds to burn alive, then clears his throat again. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, and Kon giggles again. Tim really has no idea how he feels about the giggling thing. It’s so cute he wants to throw himself in the harbor, but also he’s weirdly, like–just weirdly aware that it’s just not a thing he’s ever heard Kon do as Robin. Which, yeah, obviously there are several things going on right now that would not be going on with Robin, but still keeps throwing him off. 

Kon’s just . . . like, he’s very clearly the same annoying bastard who’s been driving Robin literally insane every single time Young Justice meets up, but also he’s doing all these things that he’d never normally do and Tim feels like he’s just constantly learning weird little unexpected new tidbits about him, most of them directly targeted to destroy his life. 

And then–one or two less “little” things that are directly targeted to destroy his life in a very different way, but that’s just not something Tim wants to be thinking about while Kon’s grinning and giggling at him and just���like this, he guesses. 

He’ll update his fifteen-year plan after patrol tomorrow, he promises himself. At least take some preliminary notes, anyway. 

“Can you teach me?” Kon asks, and Tim–blinks, trying to figure out what–

“To skate?” he asks in disbelief. 

“Yeah!” Kon says excitedly, and Tim almost reminds him he can literally fly, but can’t really bring himself to in the face of that inexplicable excitement. 

“Um, sure, yeah,” he says. “I can teach you a couple things, maybe.” 

Kon beams at him. Tim, somehow, is still completely unprepared. He thinks Kon just makes it very hard for him to be prepared, somehow.

So that's a weird experience, all things considered.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GLAD I AM THAT YOUR WRITE FOR SPTO THANK YOUUUU

UGH okay, my craziness aside; could you try “I think I’m in love with you” with Matthew Patel? It doesn’t matter who says it, I jsut think it’d be adorable (I adore that funky theatre punk so so much <3)

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!

"Do it!"

"Come on, Lord Matthew!"

"We're getting impatient.."

"Maybe we'll go in and tell them ourselves-"

"Ladies, that's enough! I will tell them myself...i-in a minute. First, I need to rehearse what I'm going to say..I can't mess this up."

The demon hipster chicks could only stare at their master with blank expressions, knowing damn well that he was stalling the inevitable:

That being his confession to you.

You two go back as far as middle school, with you being the first friend he ever made who didn't mind his weirdness or mystical powers. Plus, you shared his admiration for the theater and dramatics when he started obsessing over those, becoming his number one supporter.

Until now, Matthew never thought he'd fall for you like he did Ramona. But he feared rejection, ridicule, or worse--the relationship being extremely short-lived and him never getting to experience a "true love's kiss".

Once was painful enough.

He couldn't go through that again.

Of course, his demon hipster chicks knew all about this and the months he's spent pining after you. As much as they didn't like you "stealing" away his attention...they realized you made their master genuinely happy.

And above everything else, they wanted him to be happy.

So they were thrilled when he summoned them, seeing that they were at the doorstep to your apartment and squealing upon noticing the giftbox he had for you.

Finally, he seemed ready to move on from Ramona.

Yet....he had spent ten solid minutes pacing along the floor and trying to hype himself up, his confidence totally shot, before he eventually stopped in front of your door again.

"Okay, I got it! Erm..."Roses are red, violets are--" no, that's stupid. It's too cliche! Everybody uses that!" Shaking his head, he tried to think of something else. ""Hey, would you like to be the Romeo to my Juliet--" ohh, what am I saying?! That's not romantic!! That would mean our relationship could end in tragedy...UGH!!"

"Don't overthink it, my lord." One of the demons whispered to him. "Just tell them how you feel."

"....it can't be that simple, can it?"

"....."

"..alright. I'll take your advice. I'm going for it." With a nervous swallow, he bowed his head and raised a hand to knock at the door-

Only for it to swing open, causing him to freeze in-place and look up to see you on the other side. He quickly hid both hands behind his back, hoping you didn't see the gift. "H-Hi.."

"Oh hey, Matty. Hey, girls." You smiled, looking past him and waving to the demons. But as your gaze shifted back to his, you wondered why he seemed extremely nervous. "Are you feeling okay?"

"..yeah. Just..wanted to see how you were doing." Pink was starting to dust his cheeks. "Did you uh...know I was going to come visit?"

"Um...yeah? You texted me earlier."

"......"

"And I saw you outside my window and figured you forgot the spare key."

"Shit..did I?" Matthew checked his coat pockets, feeling more embarrassed to know he forgot such a simple thing. All because he couldn't stop thinking about you. "I guess I did forget.......how about I go get it?"

You blinked in confusion. "Huh? But you're-"

"I'll be back, I swear-?!!"

The second he tried to run away, two of the demons grabbed a hold of his arms, dragging him into your apartment, while the other two guarded the door it in case he attempted another escape. He yelled in outrage, putting up a bit of struggle before they let go.

At this point, he was seething red, prepared to yell at them for their betrayal and the humiliation it brought upon him...

But they just winked and disappeared, the last one wishing him luck.

Of course.

"I can't believe it! The nerve of those-"

"What was that all about? You're acting kinda..odd, Matthew." Raising an eyebrow, you sat down on your sofa, having no clue why the man in front of you looked so flustered.

"I....have something I need to say." He decided to sit beside you, sighing heavily. "[Y/n], I think....I..I..."

"Yes?"

"...I-I think I'm in love with you!" Finally blurting it out, he closed his eyes and handed you the box, too afraid to see your expression. "I know it's sudden but..you've always been there for me. Ever since I found my passion for theater. Ever since Ramona dumped me...you were by my side. A-And I feel like I took that for granted. I thought I only wanted revenge against those who wronged me....but no. I want something better. I want love...and I want to be yours. So please...let me prove that I can be a good boyfriend and not evil!"

Part of him wanted to curl up and die as he continued babbling on and on about his feelings, thinking about the hundreds of other ways he could have done this.

He could flawlessly play the role of a love interest in a musical or play and move the audience to tears so effortlessly. But off-stage, he felt like a bumbling lovesick idiot who isn't making any sense to his crush..

There's no way you could love him back.

Not after seeing him like this.

Yet after feeling the box being removed from his hands, Matthew bravely opened his eyes, watching as you took out the black and red roses he put inside it. The thorns have been clipped off, allowing you to twirl the stems in your fingers for a moment or two.

Then you looked at him with the brightest of smiles, laughing softly. "Of course you'd give me roses, you dork. That's so....you." You set them aside before moving closer, taking his hands into yours. "I'm trusting you to uphold that promise."

His heart was soaring.

He must definitely be dreaming right now.

"S-So...it's a yes?"

You chuckled, nodding. "Yes. And...I promise to be with you for longer than a week."

That got him choked up. He couldn't say anything else in that moment, as his only response was pulling you into a tight hug and hiding his face in your neck.

Thank god he didn't ruin this.

You just smiled and held him close, relieved that he finally decided to try loving again. When he calmed down enough to look back up into your eyes, that's when you both decided to go for the kiss--just in case he had any more doubts in his mind.

And there were sparks galore.

[3liza]

I'm really excited about indie game development rn because I found a developer who has effortlessly delivered the best voice acting I have ever heard in a video game and the reason it's so good is he's not trying, he's just being a guy on a phone, and it's so good I joined his discord just to tell him so.

innate "talent" is such a weird concept that I mostly think is fake but every once in a while you run into people who can just do specific things effortlessly and I find that extremely intriguing because there's no robust explanation for it besides some hand waving about "the sum of this person's lived experience has prepared them to perform this one activity for the first time and do it perfectly, where others struggle for decades and will never be this good". and it's usually not the things you expect them to be good at

[howtofightwrite]

I don't know if you covered this before, but how does being left-handed effect handling weaponry? I imagine it doesn't impact too much with guns, but I've heard it can alter how using a sword works. How true is this, in the end?

That's sort of backwards. With a handful of exceptions, being left-handed doesn't do much to how you handle most melee weapons. The big exceptions are if you're wielding a shield, and in some medieval siege assault situations. Being a left-handed shooter, on the other hand, comes with a host of considerations, and in some cases, requires modifying your firearms so that they're convenient to use, or in others, it straight up requires learning to shoot right handed.

So, the part about this that is true, has nothing to do with which hand is dominant. Speaking from personal experience, it is much easier to accurately shoot with your off-hand, than it is to wield a melee weapon off-handed.

So, the issue with being a lefty with a shield is that your shield will be on the right side of your body while your opponent's shield will be on the left side of theirs. This means you're mirroring each other, and blocking an attack with your shield (or your opponent doing the same to you) is far more vulnerable to stepping out of line slightly and striking your opponent's weapon arm. This goes both ways, though a left-handed fighter is more likely to be prepared to immediately exploit this opening, simply because there are more right handed fighters, so they'll be encountering this situation more often.

The second exception is architectural. We've mentioned this on many occasions, but medieval castles were designed to favor the defenders. This took multiple forms, but among them were stairways designed so that someone invading the castle would have their right arm pressed up against a wall, while their left hand was free. (This was true both with open stairways, and also with spiral stairways inside the keep.) The assumed word here is, “designed to favor right-handed defenders.” A left-handed assaulter would be able to use their dominant arm freely as they assaulted, because the keep was (accidentally) built to favor them. In some cases, they might even have advantages over the right-handed defenders, such as being able to attack freely from above as they descended.

I'm been mostly thinking about the standard infantry sidearms of the era, but is worth remembering that a left-handed spearman would be a problem in a tightly packed formation (such as the phalanx), because their arm would be running extremely close to their fellow fighter on the left side of their battle line, while leaving a gap to their right.

It's also worth knowing that most lefties train (often involuntarily) some degree ambidexterity. Everything from doorknobs to jars are built for right-handed people, so, you learn to do things with your off-hand that a right-handed individual would never even think about. Hell even just putting on your clothes in the morning will train some dexterity in your right-hand, which a right-handed individual would never do with their left. (Amusingly, the major exception to this would be some articles of women's clothing, which were originally oriented opposite a man's clothes so that a servant could fasten her clothes for her, using their right hand for the more dexterous bits.) (Actually, if you know your Latin, there's a pun in the previous sentence, and I am truly sorry for that.)

Now, when it comes to firearms, being a left-handed shooter can be annoying. It also means you're far more likely to write about firearms in some public capacity. So, that's a weird trend.

The biggest problem tends to be the controls. A lot of firearms will position their controls to be convenient for a right-handed operator. If you're left-handed, you'll find yourself having to reach over the weapon, or break fire position, to interact with those settings, more than a right-handed shooter would. This can include safety switches, fire control groups, magazine releases, slide/bolt catch releases, and even decockers.

It's fairly rare to encounter a handgun where the slide release and safety are ambidextrous. Ambidextrous mag releases are a bit more common these days than they used to be, so that's always nice. But, whenever someone breaks out a 1911, yeah, that's really expecting you to be right-handed.

This isn't just with modern firearms either. One of my favorite handguns is the Colt SAA. The gun is over 150 years old, and if you're left-handed, reloading it will see you dropping spent brass onto the back of your hand. (Or cradling the gun, and clearing the cylinders that way, which is entirely valid.)

Sometimes, you can modify a gun for left-handed use. This will often involve things like replacing the magazine release (and praying that the mags' manufacture considered someone would switch the release button, or cutting new release notches into your mags.) Revering the safety (which in some of the most obnoxious cases, also means replacing the grip paneling.) This is all doable, but you're going to put a lot of work into making the gun comfortable for your left hand.

Though, there are other solutions. The H&K USP's massive slide release leaver, designed for use with gloves, can easily be operated by a left-handed shooter's index finger. (Also, the USP has an ambidextrous mag release, and the safety/decocker is positioned so that you can, at least, safe and unsafe it with the first knuckle of your index finger, though, good luck decocking it, without moving your left hand out of the way entirely), and in other cases, you can flip your thumb over the slide to adjust it.

In the case of most push button releases, you can simply eject it by drawing back your middle finger and pressing the button directly. Though, this does lead to another problem. Your hand is not supposed to be right over that button at all times, and until you learn how to manage the recoil on a gun, it can very easy for a left-handed shooter to accidentally drop the mag after they fire. This is especially an issue for Glocks and SIG P220 series pistols. (Ironically, this is less of a problem with the Beretta 92/M9 family of pistols, given how the push button sits in the grip.)

If you what a modified left-handed pistol can end up looking like, McClane (Bruce Willis)'s Beretta from Die Hard was modified to accommodate his left-hand dominance, with the major differences being the slide release being modified, and the mag release being replaced with one that was easier to reach.

Behind the controls, is the slightly less common non-ambidextrous grips. I still remember this MP5 variant with a contoured thumb rest on the left side. Perfect for a right-handed shooter, but if you're a lefty, it would dig into your palm. This is slightly more common with hunting rifles, and sporting guns in general, but as the MP5 above indicates, it's not exclusive to them.

It's also worth remembering that this last issue can pop up with melee weapons as well. If a rapier is designed to be held in the right hand, it might not be compatible with your left hand. I've never seen this personally, but it's something worth remembering.

The end result is, a lot of left-handed shooters learn to shoot right-handed for situations where the firearm simply isn't compatible with their dominant hand. (Cue: multiple people saying, “hey, I never learned to shoot with my right hand.”) I don't know who those individuals are, but, frankly, unless they've only handled customized, left handed guns, I'm dubious about that one.

So, it is certainly a thing, but it affects firearms far more than melee weapons.

-Starke

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[s1llysmut]

Can I request a Husk NSFW alphabet >_<

A/N: Absolutely! I’ve been waiting for this!

NSFW alphabet for Husk

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Prepare for some great cuddling! He’ll save cleaning up for later unless it’s like a huge mess. He will just hold you or lay on you until you both fall asleep. He purrs by the way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on himself is his wings. He simply likes flying around. On you he loves your waist. He loves wrapping his arms around you and hugging you from behind. He also loves using your waist for a good grip when he’s railing you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming in you but only with a condom on. He’s terrified of having kids cause he’s scared they’d have a bad life in hell.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has 100% sniffed your panties before when you weren’t around. He’s probably used them to get off too.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s quite experienced. A little rusty but overall good. He knows what makes you tick.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. He likes to watch your ass jiggle.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious but if you start being goofy he’ll join in.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t shave. It’s all natural baby.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s extremely intimate. He doesn’t just see sex as sex, he sees it as love making. Why wouldn’t he be intimate with such an intimate act?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He uses your panties to get off. He’ll sniff them and rub his dick with them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling. He loves to hit it from the back and tug at your hair.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom. He’s very private.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He’s a sucker for you in lingerie. He just melts.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t do threesomes or anything risky like public sex. He doesn’t want to share you with anyone.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a GOD at giving head. He loves having his head nestled between your thighs while you’re moaning and tugging at his ears.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s slow but deep and hard. A weird mix of slow and sensual and rough?

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He hardly ever does them. He wants to take his time with you. He doesn’t see the point in making love if it’s rushed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely not. Sex is a very private act to him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go about 3 rounds give or take.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns rope to tie you up but that’s it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He only teases you as a form of foreplay.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He grunts a lot. Like an old man lmao.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves it when you touch his ears. If you do it in public he will get so red.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s packing a girthy 6.5 inches. And yes it has those marks that actual cats have.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high. During mating season however that’s a different story.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like I said in the aftercare part, almost instantly.

[kitscutie]

amicable (drew starkey x reader)

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 ꜱ𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀ꜱ: 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗅𝖾 ꜱ𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗍

ꜱ𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋 '𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋' 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺ꜱ𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖮𝖡𝖷 ᖯ𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 Ⅾ𝗋𝖾𝗐.

𝖺/𝗇: 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍����𝗅𝖾 ꜱ𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 ꜱ𝗈 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 ꜱ𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝗆 :𝗉

Everybody in the cast was extremely excited for this interview as is included everyone together which very rarely happened sadly.

Drew was dressed in a lavender suit which made your heart swoon, he was so handsome and somehow suited any colour his stylists shoved him in, nevertheless he looked especially good today.

"You feeling okay?" He asked as he took his seat next to you in the top row of seats above Austin, Carlacia, Madison and Chase. He knew the nerves you got before interviews, sadly you didn't have the best experiences with interviews. Constantly picking yourself apart during and after.

You never knew if you had spoken too much or too little. Too loudly or too quietly. However, since you started dating a member of the same cast as you it became a lot easier, his presence enough to pull you back in times of need.

"Yeah, it's nice to have everyone together." You smiled, grabbing his hand to help him up into the seat.

He smiled back and took a sip from his water bottle, before putting it down he offered some to you which you gladly accepted while listening to the crew around you prepare.

"Good, we're on in a couple minutes." He replied, screwing the lid back on the bottle and placing it at the legs of the stools you sat on.

You watched as Madelyn was taken to the chair at the front, separate from the rest, and realised the interview was most likely starting earlier than expected.

Hearing the camera men begin to count down Drew sent you a comforting smile as well as two pats to your thigh which was partially exposed between the slit of your dress.

"I'm Madelyn Cline and we are the cast of Outer Banks, and we are here to test how well we know each other." She finished with a relieved sigh after multiple failed attempts.

Everybody in the room laughed all while clapping, Drew even let out a few wolf whistles which made you laugh ten times harder, he was one of those people that you found hilarious no matter what he did, and finally the interview began.

By the end of Madelyn's round you had one point for knowing her second favourite astrological sign though this was the round that would pull you in the most points. Drew.

"Purple Nurple, in the hot seat." Chase said as Drew sat down which made you burst into laughter all over again while Drew sent you a dirty look, but the fact he wasn't truly mad was given away by his smirk.

"First question, what's my secret talent?" He asked, deadpan. "Bonus, where did I learn my talent."

Everybody in the room turned to look at you though you were squinting in thought. "I'm not sure you have loads." You said innocently, though it seemed to sound dirty as everyone else began to laugh while Rudy repeated 'woah' for a couple of minutes.

"I just mean he has a lot of weird talents to it could be any!" You defended, blushing face buried in your hands as Drew reached over to rub your knee gently, though even he was laughing.

"Guitar, piano, it's an instrument." Madison said, which was true, he did play a few instruments but it could of been any of them.

"Write it down, cause what's happening right now is were just giving you ideas." Carlacia said, always the voice of reason.

"I feel like I should know this." You said under your breath, feeling a tad bad for having no clue which one he would write.

"You do know it baby, I do it around the house." He said while writing.

Your heart rate spiked hearing his use of the pet name in an interview, knowing it would be mentioned in the comments, but seeing as no one else mentioned it you relaxed and continued on with the game.

"All right my secret talent, I do think someone said it, uh- Rudy, it's juggling." He revealed and you could've kicked yourself in the face. Of course it was.

"Who's my favourite Outer Banks character?" Was the next question and you smirked while the rest of the cast all said y/c/n in unison, before bursting into laughter.

"No, it's Barry." You answered after the giggles had died down.

He began to write again, a smile on his face. "It's those gold teeth, they really get you going."

"Let's stop playing around." Jonathan said to the camera, everybody shipped Rafe and Barry so it had become a sort of inside joke.

"If I could live anywhere in the world where would I live." He asked, making direct eye contact with you and signalled to zip your lips. You chuckled before zipping your own and throwing away the key. This was one you very obviously knew seeing as you currently lived together and so you didn't want to give it away so easily.

"I'm tempted to say bikini bottom, but..." Carlacia started.

"North Carolina." Jonathan and Madelyn said at the same time, before laughing. They had seen the card.

"Ashville, North Carolina. That's my favourite place on earth. The Outer Banks." He smiled to the camera and you couldn't help but think he was adorable. You too cherished that place dearly and so you had both spoken about moving there.

Moving back into his seat next to you, he gave you a high five, signalling you had done well.

Finally, at the end of the interview it was your turn and the cast hooted as you got into the talking seat. You smiled at their antics before beginning your questions.

"Who is my celebrity crush?" You asked, smiling and trying not to laugh as Drew looked incredibly cocky, though he knew the real answer.

"Drew Starkey." Rudy shouted, making everybody laugh though they quickly went back to thinking.

"C'mon Maddy we watched one of his movies the other day." You hinted, her face twisted in thought and then realisation.

"Oh my god, I can't remember his name!" She yelled, desperately while everyone else laughed at her downfall.

"Drew please just spoil it." Chase asked after no one could remember and Madelyn was on the verge of an aneurism.

"Dylan O'brien." He revealed, a cheeky but pleased smile on his face as he was very comfortable in your relationship and knew it was something you had spoken about on live before.

"Tut tut, I expected better." You joked. "Okay, what is my birthmark and where is it?" You revealed the next question.

"This is rigged!" Carlacia shouted as they were all relatively intimate questions which Drew would most likely know.

"Hey! It's not my fault I'm a good boyfriend." He faux-pouted.

"Don't listen to 'em Joseph, they are just ashamed they're crappy friends." You sighed jokingly, bowing your head and pretending to be sad.

"No! I actually know it. It's on the inside of your arm and it's a heart." Rudy proudly stated, though everyone knew not to ask as he had seen it when your character and JJ were filming a not so PG scene. Awkward.

"Correct! A real friend." You grinned, blowing a kiss to him which Drew pretended to reach out and grab before it reached him which once again, gave everyone the giggles.

The winner was announced as Madison as you and Drew jokingly sulked at the back.

"This is blasphemy!" Carlacia yelled and then the cameras cut, just missing Drew picking you up bridal style and running away in protest of the loss.

[psychedelic-pebble]

Hii! Could u do sth vampire au with Fidds n Ford? Both sfw and nsfw - tyyy luv ur writing

hi there!!! i’d be more than happy to >:] i love me some hot vampires every now and then. especially when the hot vampires are two of my favs. enjoy some headcanons!

Fiddleford

SFW

He tries to hide it from you. He really does, but bless his poor heart he cannot keep secrets. Especially from you.

He would be SO nervous that you’d leave him when you found out - his shock was nearly palpable when you reassured him you were already aware, and found it more than a little attractive.

He doesn’t want to weird you out, but you reassure him time and time again that you’re not and will never be weirded out by it.

NSFW

In my personal hc I like to think vampires experience more bloodlust when they’re horny. The urge to bite you would be nearly overwhelming, but he doesn’t want to hurt you.

You have to encourage him to use his teeth, bring his head down to your throat with your hands and tell him to bite for him to actually do it.

He whimpers and bites gently, being sickeningly sweet with his ministrations.

“Deep breath in, sweetheart, it might hurt a little.”

He makes sure you’re always prepared, and never surprised by the sudden sting.

The moan you let out when he finally bites is humiliating. He loves it though, no matter how surprised it makes him.

He’s not rough in any stretch of the word. It doesn't even seem like he’s capable of roughing you up.

He’d kiss every little bite to soothe the sting, never biting too hard and only taking what he needs.

He’s so good at aftercare it’s crazy. Quickly cleaning up the bites and wrapping you up in a blanket after getting you a fresh glass of water and making sure you’re okay.

Stanford

SFW

Like Fidds, I think he’d likely be a bit scared of telling you as well. But he eventually does. He doesn’t like hiding things from you.

He’d be extremely relieved and even a little surprised that you didn’t leave him upon finding out, and that you find him even more attractive due to it.

He gets worried sometimes that you’ll get too freaked out by him, but you never have, and always make sure he knows you never will.

NSFW

I like to think that while he’d be nervous about hurting you, he’d be more than a little cocky about knowing you like it.

He wouldn’t warn you as much as Fidds does, but would still give you a little warning when he’s going to bite you. Whether it be by squeezing your hips reassuringly, or running the flat of his tongue along your pulse point, he always makes sure you know when he’s going to bite.

He’d selfishly take more than he needs, just to taste you. He loves making you whine when he does, hearing the little gasps and whimpers you make fueling him even further.

He bites a little hard, only just to make you gasp. He loves it.

He’s rough and fast, but not so much that you can’t take it. He roughs you up a little, but always takes care of you afterwards.

Not as good at aftercare as Fiddleford, but he tries his best, and that's what counts. He’d make sure to clean you up and get you a snack or some water.

sorry these are a little short. my brain is so fried from. everything. but i hope these will feed you just a little bit anon!! thanks as always for your request <33

[mesetacadre]

Is it necessary to learn how to shoot with a gun (and essentially to kill) to help the revolution? I saw a video from a communist who, among other good advices on what to do to on daily basis as a socialist/communist, said that you should learn how to handle a gun. That kind of scared me! I understand that revolutions are often violent and impossible without an armed resistance just because the ruling class doesn't want to give up power, I'm not denying that bc that would be stupid and then the revolution wouldn't be a proper one anyway. But that video got me wondering whether learning to shoot a gun is necessary to help with the revolution. Are there no other important roles for communists who don't want to kill unless absolutely necessary? Sorry if this ask is weird but thank you in advance if you decide to answer

Not at all, I don't know who that communist is but they sound like either too enthusiastic about guns and/or a usamerican. Armed revolutions don't come out of nowhere, they need a significant enough crisis and a revolutionary group sufficiently organized, sufficiently massified and with years of experience. Any armed political activity as a communist can only really be done with a party structure supporting it, if you pick up a gun by yourself and in the current state of communist organizing, all you're going to have is an expensive hobby. And even then, a group of organized armed communists aren't simply a set of individuals who can handle a gun, they need logistics, training, support, and again, an entire party behind them. And all of that work can be done by people who have never handled a gun. I get wanting to be prepared, and your mind jumping to when we'll get to kill capitalists, but it's simply a waste of time when you need to build those conditions in the first place, and for that you need to do many more things than learning to shoot a gun.

The work you do as an organized communist requires patience, willingness to do seemingly pointless and repetitive tasks. You (talking to the void here, not you specifically anon) need to shed the idea that you'll join a little sect, buy a gun, 5 books, and 10 years later be at the gates of your country's parliament/congress. In periods of legality, you won't be mapping out the surrounding area to prepare a guerilla, you'll be going to union meetings and small protests to build up that consciousness that's required. And in periods of Illegality, save for extreme situations, what's more likely is that you'll be supporting whatever work is needed without ever even seeing it. Armed revolutions are a mass event, in which thousands or even millions of people are involved, most of which are involved in the rearguard.

Basically, what I'd tell that communist is to stop fantazising about killing their landlord, join a party if possible and do actually useful work beyond their individuality. When the time comes to shoot guns, they aren't going to rely on random people who learnt to shoot their gun with their accessories, they're going to form some sort of regular militia with standard arms and basic training, with even more people supporting them in every which way

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

NSFW ALPHABET - CHISAKI KAI

cw: Overhaul is the Biggest Virgin Ever, Dom/Sub Undertones, Masturbation, Slight Exhibitionism, Cunnilingus, Thigh-Riding, Use of Toys, Slight Voyeurism, Slight Gendering (Fem), Cum, Descriptions of Positions, Overhaul is Also Kind of Creepy, Brat Taming, Orgasm Control, Paddling, Restraining / Restraints, Slight Teasing, Fem! Reader. 18+ Only!

author's note: This is a NSFW Alphabet, so there is honestly a mixed bag of NSFW themes. Be aware of that when you read this. Anyways, thanks for being patient! Exams have been hitting me hard and I've had to make multiple presentations. I hope you enjoy this! Remember, Overhaul is super weird and kind of creepy - but at least you love him!

word count: Approximately 3.2k words.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex.)

Depends on the situation—how rough was it? How messy was it? When? Where? All of these things are important to how Kai reacts. If he was too rough and hurt you, he’ll silently do whatever you need, but he won’t apologize. In a perfect world, Kai’d command you to come with him and bathe, and he’s adamant about how thoroughly you clean yourself. However, time and location matters. If it’s extremely late at night, or if he was irritated enough to have sex somewhere else besides the bedroom, he’ll sometimes sacrifice his proclivities just to be pragmatic, but don’t expect him to keep his sly and disgruntled comments to himself. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.)

Stereotypical or not, Kai’s favorite part of his body is his hands. They’re how he does everything that matters to him. His whole life hinges upon whatever falls into the palms of his hands. And the way that your blood pounds to life underneath his fingertips is addicting, and he loves tracing his fingers all over your body to watch it physically react. He loves to see what he does to you from a simple touch, and he can feel what he does to you. 

As for his partner? Kai doesn’t really care about that stuff. If he’s attracted to you, then he’s attracted to you. However, Kai would be lying if he didn’t say he had a preference for your belly. It’s perfect to squeeze, to rest his head upon, to hold, to watch—he thinks it makes you look really womanly, so you better prepare yourself for really uncomfortable comments. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically.)

Always inside. He tried a couple of times to finish on your stomach, but he felt queasy whenever he watched it dribble down onto the bed sheets. Even if he’s not wearing a condom, he’s still not pulling out because he doesn’t want a bigger mess than he’s already going to have to handle seeing. Kai will also definitely order that you hold his cum inside, even if he knows that’s not how it works, but it makes him feel more in control of the situation and he’ll say you’re a bad girl if you don’t do it. 

D = Disinfectant secret (Pretty self explanatory: a dirty secret of theirs.)

Does he look like the kind of man to be ashamed about being clear on what he wants? Kai doesn’t have any dirty secrets. You know everything that he likes and wants, and he makes it known. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kai was a complete and total virgin before you. He had never dated anyone, gone on a date, kissed, hugged, held hands, or even held eye contact with a woman longer than a few seconds. The first time you had sex with him was really awkward, but just because he was a virgin doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know how sex works. He never cared before he met you, but he definitely researched how to pleasure you and make you orgasm after he fell in love despite how it made his skin crawl, even if he isn’t as good in practice. Kai doesn’t give up, though, that’s not the type of man he is—just… don’t point it out or offer to help or show him how to do something because he’ll mutter that he knows what he’s doing, even if it’s already been over half an hour. 

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying.)

Anything where he’s on top. Kai doesn’t want to be on the bottom. The only time he’d even consider being on the bottom is if you beg him enough to ride him, but you have to promise to let him set the pace, to be the one with his hands on your hips and controlling each thrust. Even then, that’s rare. He likes missionary, as plain as it is, because it’s one of the best ways to cage someone and it’s the perfect angle for him to watch every little expression that crosses your face, to watch how you react to what he does and what he says. Kai also likes when you’re on your belly and he’s on top of you, chest again back, and he’s gripping your jaw with one hand and massaging your clit with the other. He just likes to be the one in control—regardless of the position. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

He’s not humorous. Kai might make a sleazy comment here or there, a condescending grin smeared across his face before he coos and thrusts in a way that has you gasping and forgetting what he’d said. Sometimes he makes rhetorical comments that make him chuckle about how much you’re enjoying yourself or how dedicated he is to you, but they’re not funny and you don’t comprehend some of what he says anyways because he murmurs them. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

Completely groomed and clean-shaven. However, yes, if he let it grow out, his bush would be just as curly and mahogany as the hair on his head. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Kai is oddly romantic in unintentionally creepy ways. He’ll have his fingers around your throat as if he were about to strangle you, but then he’s kissing against the shell of your ear and telling you that he likes feeling you swallow. If his fingers are buried inside of you, he’ll whisper that he can feel your pulse and how arousing it is. Kai also makes comments about how the both of you are perfect together, or how you belong completely to him, how you’re his Angel and he’s your God. He loves to remind you that you should feel honored and special because you’re the only person who will ever get to have him like this. Despite it all, Kai is still mean and vain, even if he’s looking at you with adoration in his eyes while he grinds into you. 

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon.)

Kai masturbated regularly because it’s healthy, but he didn’t have anyone on his brain or any fantasies whenever he did so until he met you. He jerks off more now that you’re together, and it’s definitely because he can’t comprehend or handle the sheer amount of emotions he feels in relation to you. He’s constantly overwhelmed by his attraction to you—before the two of you were together, he was constantly getting hard around you and having to excuse himself to masturbate. He gets extremely weird about you—in an endearing way, of course. Before he met you, Kai didn’t know how to properly masturbate. When he was going through puberty, he just rolled his palm across his erection and oddly fondled and squeezed until he orgasmed. Even once he was older, he didn’t look into pornography or educational sites because they grossed him out and made him nauseous, and he didn’t really have a totally prominent male father figure in his life who gave him decent advice that wasn’t generic. 

You really saved his life in this aspect. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks.)

Kai is definitely a brat tamer. He likes to put naughty girls in their place—this can include controlling your orgasm: when, how, if you cum. He’ll also paddle you, not spank. Kai insists there’s a difference, but you can’t focus on that whenever his belt is leaving welts across your cheeks. He enjoys dirty talk because he loves pointing out how much of a mewling mess he makes you, how you look, what he feels, how it all feels—and he’s so cold, stiff, and formal about everything he says, and it makes your heart twist in embarrassment and your toes curl in ecstasy. Kai loves making you use your words, loves hearing you ask exactly for what you want, wants to hear you say please and thank you. Even though he won’t call it roleplay, Kai enjoys whenever he treats you like a little angel who’s found a new heaven with him and he’s your god that’s making you feel things you never would have dreamed of. Kai also likes when he can pin you down, or keep those wrists and ankles bound so that it’s easier to hold you against his body. Another thing that gets Kai going is whenever he’s in a meeting or something, and he’ll purposefully pat his lap to signal that he wants you to sit on it no matter how squeamish it makes you. He loves to show people that you belong to him, and he likes to bounce his leg a little to hint that he wants you to try something, do it. Start casually grinding against his thigh, or wiggle yourself against his growing erection—Kai wants to see how far you go, how much of a needy little girl you become, and how much he’ll need to punish you later for whatever you do because how dare you let other men see you pleasuring yourself? Aren’t you dedicated to him or does he have to show you how to behave? He also likes being in public and displaying how much power he has over you, and he find ways to casually touch you—which it’s light petting of your inner thighs or your hips, or if he’s sitting across from you roughly rubbing the toe of his shoe against your cunt to make you whimper and gasp back tears. Just don’t be too loud, angel, those beautiful songs you make are just for his ears only. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do.)

Overall, Kai prefers that sex stays in the bedroom. However, he’s been known to throw caution to the wind and do whatever he needs at the moment. Kai has pinned you up against a wall, legs wrapped around his hips and arms tossed around his shoulders, while he thrusts into you just so that he can stare into your eyes and tell you just how upset it made him whenever another man stared at you a little too long. He’s also had you bent forward over his desk whenever he’s had a particularly infuriating conversation with a business partner, a lackey, or he’s hit a wall in his research—hives bubbling all over his skin and angry wheezes of air hissing from his teeth. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going.)

Unfortunately, a lot of things turn Kai on when it comes to you. He’s obviously not going to pounce on you while in the middle of a meeting or whenever you’re preparing dinner, but Kai will definitely stare at you creepily. It’s unsettling, but it’s not meant to be threatening. As stated earlier, he doesn’t know how to handle what he’s experiencing whenever he’s around you, so Kai is always on the cusp of being extremely aroused. 

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do; Turn-offs.)

Nothing with bodily waste, nothing involving actively spitting into one another’s mouth, nothing involving anal, nothing involving degradation for himself, and nothing involving him being the submissive one. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kai’s not too crazy about receiving. It makes him feel like he’s not in as much control as he would like to be in. Feeling the flat of your tongue trail up the underside of his shaft before that pretty little mouth kisses down on his cock is amazing, yes, but it makes Kai into more of a whiny mess than it should—even whenever he’s the one moving your head—and he finds it humiliating. So he prefers giving. That way, he can control your pleasure, the sounds you make, how you beg, when you’ll cum—everything and more. He’s not the best at it because he’s constantly pressing too harshly or using his teeth on accident or he’s sucking too hard, but he’ll slurp and lap at your clit until you eventually do cum or you’re begging him that it’s too much to handle. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Once again, it depends on the situation. Is he upset or angry? Then Kai’s got you slammed onto the bed underneath his frame, one hand connected to the back of your head while he quickly pounds into you. He’ll moan, and whine, and whimper, and he’s hyperventilating between glued teeth. He can also be rough whenever he’s slow and sensual, too. He likes to take things slow whenever he wants to drive you mad, even whenever his cock is throbbing, yearning, to be inside of you, to cum inside of you. Each thrust is definite, and it makes you gasp and choke for air whenever he withdraws and pushes back in. It’s these times that Kai likes to tease you, likes to talk dirty, and likes to remind you who you belong to. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They’re fine, Kai guesses. He doesn’t really like doing quickies because that usually implies that they might not happen in the bedroom, but he’ll settle if he has to. Sometimes they happen early in the morning, when he has only a few minutes before he has to get ready and head out for business-related shenanigans. Or they happen whenever he feels so full of emotion—whether good or bad—that he steals you away to have you for just a few moments. Kai will take what he can get basically. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

As long as it doesn’t cross any of his turn-offs, Kai doesn’t necessarily care whether or not you two attempt something risky together. He’ll try anything until it makes him queasy or hives are powdering his face. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Kai can go for a few rounds, but time, place, circumstance, mood—all of that matters. Kai’s pretty quick to recover after orgasming, with a very small refractory period. Typically, he aims for a solid two rounds because it sends his head spiraling at the thought of being inside of you, but is fine with one. 

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

If the two of you are both naked and engaged in intercourse, Kai doesn’t want to use toys—it makes him feel self-conscious about his own skill, and jealous because he wants to be the one to make you orgasm. However, if he’s fully dressed and you’re completely naked, he loves to use toys on you because it makes him feel so dominant and powerful to watch you crumble and beg for his touch despite the sweet smile on his face telling you no. While he might not be too keen on public displays of affection, he gets a bizarre sense of satisfaction at being able to control you sexually in public. He’ll make you use a vibrator whenever the two of you are on a date or if he’s meeting someone for business related issues, and he’ll have a remote control tucked away in his pocket that he casually plays with to make things worse or better for you—typically worse. And no matter what, Kai isn’t too keen on using toys on himself. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease.) 

Teasing you is one of his favorite things to do. It’s the perfect time to be so mean, to breathe into your ear about how much he wants you, about what he wants to do to you, about how you’re already trembling even though he hasn’t even kissed you yet. However, he can only do this for so long. Kai can’t really hold back whenever he’s about to have sex with you, so he doesn’t make you wait for very long because it’s like a backhanded way to tease himself. Which, yeah, don’t you dare tease him, angel, you know what kind of man you make him into. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Kai is quiet and formal in person, but he’s so fucking loud in bed. He’s constantly moaning these beautiful and deep chords, these heavy notes filled with sounds from within the bottom of his chest. He’s whimpering, little staccato gasps playing on his lips as if he were sobbing. Crying out your name, growling about how good you are, how good this is, how good you make him feel. He’s panting, and he releases whines that make him sound pathetic, and they all blend into his dark chocolate voice, the one that’s baritone but yet so wispy and silvery. 

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character.) 

As ironic as it sounds, Kai is the messiest kisser you’ll ever meet. If there’s one thing you can’t teach him, it’s how to kiss. Perhaps it’s too involved, too intimate, too romantic, too many overwhelming things that Kai can’t possibly sift through the insanity it makes him feel. But he hasn’t improved since your kiss together. They’re all filled with slobber, saliva painted across your mouth, your chin, the ridge of your upper lip, the button of your nose, maybe lining the outskirts of your cheeks. He’s sucking your lips in, and it’s one of the few times that he’s begging for you to make him feel good. Sometimes he sips you in too hard, other times he’s chewing your lips, or he’s accidentally clicked your teeth together while he desperately swipes his tongue around. And it doesn’t matter if he’s going fast or slow, they’re all sloppy and immature. 

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes.)

The skin of Kai’s cock is a little darker than the rest, and his sac is decently sized and evenly balanced. He’s uncircumcised, and the color of his head has a slightly violet tint. Whenever he’s fully erect, he’s about 6.7 inches / 17.02 centimeters long. His girth is roughly 6.2 inches / 15.75 centimeters wide. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Before Kai met you, it was below average. He just masturbated if he felt that he was getting too pent up or if he figured it was a good time for a release, but he didn’t really have the urge to have sex. However, after he met you, it’s like he doesn’t know himself anymore. His libido is unpredictable now, but Kai almost never wants to not have sex with you. He’s unsure of himself, but it’s high with you. 

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.)

For the last time, it depends on the situation. If he has work to return to, he doesn’t fall asleep. If he was angry and cornered you, then he’ll just be even more awake. If the two of you just spent a passionate evening making love in your room? Then he’ll want to make sure the both of you use the restroom, bathe, brush your teeth, change your clothes, and change the sheets before the both of you lay back down. After that, Kai’s all over you, and he only manages to fall asleep after you do, body on top of yours. 

[avonne-writes]

HS AU - First date headcanons

It's a movie date and they watch a sci-fi, then get something to eat at the mall.

Bucky spends the previous afternoon alternating between freaking out to his mom and buzzing with excitement, and he messes up his entire closet looking for the perfect set of clothes.

Gale spends his afternoon sitting by his window with his knees pulled up, listening to calming music and glancing at his phone every other minute to make sure Bucky didn’t text to cancel last minute.

Georgia tries to convince Bucky not to wear his sheepskin jacket, but Bucky claims it brings him good luck.

Gale is half an hour early to the place because he didn’t want to be late.

They're super awkward about greeting each other, unsure if they should hug or shake hands or something? It’s painful to watch and they kind of just wave at each other from ten feet away, then Bucky sticks his sweaty hands in his pockets and pulls up his shoulders, while Gale runs a hand through his hair, then crosses his arms.

Bucky can barely pay attention to the first half of the movie because all he keeps fretting about is when he should take Gale's hand and whether it's even a good idea. It doesn’t help that the movie isn’t romantic at all, and he’s like, should I reach out when the bad guys massacre a village or...?

But then, something in the middle gets Gale excited, and he leans over to whisper to Bucky about it, and he just casually puts his hand on Bucky’s arm in the process and leaves it there. When he feels Bucky's arm turn over under his touch, he slides his hand down to Bucky's.

They get fast food and milkshakes afterwards because they both have teenage boy appetites, and it's a bit tense at first because they're nervous, but Gale starts talking about the movie and once he gets into it, the ideas just keep coming, especially because it's a science movie, and Bucky just watches him with heart eyes.

They don’t wanna go home yet, so they go around the mall and go into all sorts of shops, and Bucky makes a fool of himself in all of them to make Gale laugh. Puts ridiculous accessories on himself and picks up weird objects. They get scolded in one of the clothing stores and have to leave red-faced.

They go into another one and wander to the back, where the scarves and hats are, and Bucky puts a pink hat on and a fur scarf. He starts playing around with the scarf and eventually, he throws its long ends around Gale's neck too.

He’s about to say something to continue flirting when Gale suddenly kisses him.

It almost misses his mouth, catching more of his chin than his lips, and there's some nose-squashing too, and Gale all but jumps away immediately, mortified

Bucky breaks into a laugh, overjoyed. He puts his palms on Gale's shoulders and leaves them there until Gale stops covering his flaming face, then he cups Gale's cheeks.

Bucky has plenty of experience kissing - he had several girlfriends, some of which had a specific agreement with him that it was only for kissing practice, so he feels pretty confident when he leans in for that second kiss. Except, Gale doesn’t open his lips to him because he wasn’t prepared for a French kiss mentally, so Bucky ends up giving a wet smooch to Gale's closed lips.

Now it's his turn to be embarrassed, and they cling to each other giggling and blushing, until they are, once again, asked to behave or leave the shop.

They're extremely awkward about saying goodbye too, especially because Georgia comes to pick Bucky up and Gale is like, "not in front of your mom!" But there’s a kiss on the cheek. They offer to take Gale home too but Gale lies about his mom picking him up later (he actually bikes all the way home).

Later that night, Bucky sends Gale a bunch of memes and tells him that they're gonna have to practice kissing and Gale texts back: "a lot..."

[saylorsaysstop]

Third Date Etiquette | Bucky Barnes

a/n: Bucky is def my comfort character and writing for him when I haven't in so long is AHHHH. please enjoy 💗

pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

The ingredients lay before you on the table. Potatoes, onions, garlic, carrots, and most importantly–chicken. Your nerves were wracked as you studied the contents of the recipe over and over, practically committing it to memory. It was your third date with the extremely captivating and handsome man, Bucky Barnes. You two quite literally ran into one another at the local Starbucks–you with a very sweet and frothy latte, Bucky with a bitter iced black coffee. 

“Hi,” Bucky had said to you, piercing blue eyes like windows to the soul. You immediately took comfort. Weird, but you felt safe and you hadn’t been in his presence all but for 30 seconds. 

“Hi,” you answer with a sheepish smile, admiring your hands. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” 

He smiled in the friendliest of ways. It wasn’t every day you slammed into the hard chest of a man who looked as though he just stepped off of the latest Men’s GQ issue. His scent was homey, earthy. Woodsy and aromatic, he smelled like citrus and sex. The good kind of sex, too. Mouth-watering sex, the kind that will have your toes curling and aching at a memory recalled throughout your normal day. 

Introductions were quickly exchanged and you were shocked when the stranger who you found to be Bucky asked for your number. By the end of the day, he asked you to dinner, and now just a few weeks later this was lucky date number three. And you offered to cook for him. Your grandmother said that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. So with that information tucked away nicely in your brain, you asked if he had any food allergies, and mentioned chicken, and Bucky was immediately on board. He offered to bring the wine. 

As you began to prepare your chicken and cut up your veggies, you heard the knock on your apartment door. A soft smile spans across your face as you wash up your hands and race for the door, eager like a teenager falling in love for the first time. Inhaling slowly to try and dampen the quick thud of your heart, you check your reflection in the mirror and ensure you look presentable. Opening the door, Bucky stands there in a pair of dark jeans that hug thick thighs wonderfully, a navy blue v-neck tee, and his jacket. In his hand is a bouquet of roses and the bottle of wine he promised to bring.

“Hey, Doll,” he smiles. It didn’t take him long to give you a sweet little pet name, and ‘doll’ was so fitting, as if he came straight out of the 1950s. 

“Hello, handsome.” you say breathlessly, ushering him to come inside. He steps over the threshold and pops a gentle kiss onto your cheeks, his warm lips and slight scruff a perfect mixture that sends your heart into overdrive and an ocean down below. 

You take the flowers and wine from him, laughing over your shoulder as he comments on your sweet little apartment. “It’s very cozy in here.” he laughs, admiring the bookshelf in the corner filled to the brim with all of your favorite reads. From historical romance to paranormal, all the way to romantasy and the occasional dark romance, you had something for every mood. 

“Thank you!” you beam. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” 

Bucky felt his heart soften at that. It’s not much but it’s home. There was nothing more he wanted in this world than to feel at home. To be quite honest, he hadn’t felt the essence of home since Steve, and he wasn’t so certain that he’d ever get to experience it again. But then there you were… bumping into him in that coffee shop. With your bright smile, ease of conversation, and breathtaking beauty. He was smitten and starstruck by you. 

“The flowers are gorgeous, Bucky. Thank you so much.” You exhale as you place the vase of water and flowers as a centerpiece on your kitchen table. Bucky looked around, noticing the prepped chicken sitting in a stainless steel roasting pan. Veggies were lined around it like a little bed for the chicken to rest on. He smiled to himself, eager to have a woman offer to cook for him on a date. It wasn’t something he was used to and he wouldn’t take for granted the sweet gesture. 

“I’m glad you like them.” He answers. You look at his jacket and laugh.

“Go on, make yourself comfy. Take your coat off. You can lay it over one of the chairs.” 

Bucky wets his lips as he shimmies out of his leather and lays it over the back of the wooden chair as you instructed. He admired the full view of you for the first time tonight. You wore a dress that dropped just to your knees and a pair of blush pink flats. You wanted something semi-formal but comfortable. The dress hugged your curves and Bucky’s mouth watered at the image of his hands tracing every single one, committing them to memory. He opened and closed the fist of his metal limb, his eyes fluttering shut. He wanted desperately to know how you tasted and not just what lay beneath that dress and panties he coould only imagine looked like–but your mouth. Your mouth looked so sweet and delectable, lips that were made to fit perfectly against his.

“Do you need help with anything?” Bucky asked, gazing around at the nicely-kept kitchen. You had cleaned up as you went along cooking this evening. 

“Yeah… You can make yourself useful.” You smirk with a playful tone to your voice. “You can open that bottle of wine while I grab us two glasses… You grabbed my favorite.” 

Bucky laughed. “I remembered you ordering it on our first date.” 

You stalled in front of the cabinets, the memory of that first day clouding your mind. How much of a gentleman he was despite everyone saying that chivaraly was dead. He pulled out your chair, let you wear his jacket on the way out because it was practically freezing, and he walked you to your doorstep where he kissed you goodnight. Not on the lips, but on the cheek, because he wanted to set the standard with you–that you were worth more than jumping headfirst. He wanted to feel you out, take his time. After all, you would be the first woman he’d grown to fancy in a very long time… and after Sam’s whistling over the picture Bucky showed him of you once he confiscated your socials, Sam was hollering for Bucky to quickly lock it down. 

“You paid attention.” you giggle, realizing that the wine glasses were sitting on the very top shelf. Grumbling, you were about to grab the stepstool before a warm hand ghosted across yours and a hard chest was felt against your back. Bucky effortlessly grabbed two glasses and locked eyes with you, his eyes not helping but to drop to your lips. 

If you weren’t trying to impress him with your cooking skills, you would’ve forgotten dinner all together and jumped straight to dessert. 

Bucky smiled at you as he unloaded the two glasses into your grasp before he went to work on popping the cork. You were enveloped with that homey scent once more, that citrus sending a shock appeal through your loins, your eyes fluttering closed. If you weren’t paying attention to maintaining your balance, you might just pooled to the floor then and there. 

As he popped the cork and you put the chicken in the oven and set a timer on your phone, he offered you a glass. 

“Cheers,” You smiles, clinking your glass to his and taking a sip. The feel of the wine on your tongue was smooth and silky, causing you to ponder if Bucky’s tongue felt the same. You lick your lips as you sat the glass down and admire him. 

“What?” Bucky asks.

Smirking, you shake your head. “I’m just surprised is all.” 

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow at the statement. “Surprised?”

You nod your head. “How I happened to score running directly into the arms of someone this good looking.” 

Your comment on his appearance sent a flush down the back of his neck. Bucky Barnes was not the kind of man that blushed, but he suddenly felt an odd sense of heat rise on the apples of his cheeks. He tucked his tongue into the pocket of his cheek and chuckled, cursing under his breath at how a woman, for the first time in his life, had the upper hand on him. 

“You’re all for flattery tonight.” Bucky chuckles. 

“It’s the truth.” You don’t back away. That was another thing that pulled Bucky into your orbit. He loved that you said anything that came to mind. It didn’t matter how outlandish or awkward it could sound, he loved it. You spoke your mind. You were the epitome of fearless and he knew he could use some more of that in his life. 

The longer you two stood there and the silence grew, it was one of comfort. You both drank from your glasses and Bucky knew that if he didn’t take his chance now, he wouldn’t ever do it. He stepped closer and circled a hand around your waist, dropping low on your hip. The feel of his large hand through the fabric of your dress sent a jolt of electricity down your spine as you peered up at him. 

“Jumping to dessert first?” You dare to ask.

“Doll, dessert has been on my mind since I woke up this morning.” Bucky drawled, his voice rich and deep. His warm breath fanned over your bottom lip as he searched your eyes, waiting for the invitation, eager for your confirmation that you too wanted some dessert before dinner. 

Grinning wildly, the tip of your head and the subtle pushing into his hard frame was all he needed. Bucky caught your thin between his fingertips and dipped low, his lips slotting against yours. 

Perfect fit. 

His lips molded to yours. They were soft and pleasant and warm and everything you could’ve dreamed of. He kissed you with such softness that it stole the breath from your lungs. You unhooked your fingers from around the stem of your wineglass and raised them, laying them over his shoulders. You took the leap of courage and deepened the kiss, being the first to run your tongue across his bottom lip, asking for permission to infiltrate.

Bucky opened his mouth a little wider and your tongues touched which sent both of you into a frenzy. A low grunt of approval climbed up Bucky’s throat followed by a breathy moan leaving yours. He turned you both so that the curve of your back was pressed into the island. He pushed forward, your body folding slightly across the granite as he kissed you deeper, kissed you as if you were the oxygen that was snatched from his lungs, kissed you like there would be no tomorrow. 

“Bucky,” You gasp his name as you pull away for a breath of fresh air. But you were so desperate to kiss him again. You never wanted to stop. 

Bucky’s eyes flickered with a deep sense of want and you had a strong feeling this date might just go to third base. 

He smirked down at you, the playfulness of his eyes putting you on high alert. His thumb grinded into your hip and in a flash, he had you lifted and your bottom on the counter. Wedging his body between your knees, a shrill of laughter escaped you as you drape your arms over his shoulders. Bucky comes back in, diving head first for more, this time with a lot more passion.

He didn’t hold back. Bucky’s hands gripped your sides and danced up until he was grabbing your face, the gasp flooding your lips at the mix of cold of his metal hand and warmth of his flesh one. You groan louder against his mouth as you tangle your legs around his waist and locking your ankles. 

“How much longer on that timer?” Bucky asked between deepening kisses. 

You glance down at your phone. “30 minutes.” You giggle. 

Talk about some third date etiquette. You wanted this more than anything.

“30 is all I need, Doll.” Bucky laughs, lifting you off the counter and leading you to the couch where he climbs on top of you, his hard body pressing against yours.

[bhaalsbabe]

Bloodbath

Pairing: Orin the Red x gn!Reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.4k

Summary/warnings: taking a bath with Orin; MDNI, dark themes (mentions of killing, flaying, cutting - we're talking about Orin ok), unhealthy relationship, mentions of Orin physically hurting Reader (her weird expression of love), non-sexual nudity

I swear this is supposed to be fluff

Loving Orin came to you as naturally as breathing. She was perfect in every way, her unhinged personality a breath of fresh air after your boring life in the city. She liked bringing you with her when she did her ritualistic murders and it always made your heart beat faster as you watched her work. Each cut of her knives precise, with purpose, eliciting screams from the victim and laughter from the changeling. She liked to toy with them, just like she liked to toy with you - and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Yet there were times when she would become softer, more mellow. You held those moments close to your heart as they were extremely rare. Tonight, you were lucky enough to experience another one of them.

After another killing spree, you both returned back to the Undercity, to the Temple of Bhaal that you both called home. Orin's pale skin was coloured red from blood, some more fresh, some already dried and peeling off. She was in high spirits, the way she enacted her worship of Bhaal giving her a rush she couldn't get enough of. You held a bag full of materials for a new outfit for your beloved - she showed you how to flay a person and keep them alive through the most of the harvest. You failed, of course, your hands nowhere near the skill level she had, the drunkard going into shock soon after you gave it a try. Nonetheless, you got the skin secured, ready to be prepared and turned into another one of Orin's skin-suits.

You walked through the familiar corridors, a few Bhaalists looking at Orin in awe while you trailed behind her like a loyal pet. Once you got to her chambers, a privilege she had as a Bhaalspawn, you put the bloody bag on the ground and went to the bathtub you had finally convinced her to add. You cast Create Water, a handy conjuration spell you got through a ring you found on one of Orin's victims. Speaking of her, you moved to help her remove her 'clothes'. You knew the mechanics behind it well, being the one who helped her craft it and all, so she was bare before you soon.

"Why won't you bathe with me in blood instead? It would suit you~" She sing-songed, pouting slightly as you took her hand gently, leading her to the bathtub.

"Because I'd probably get a disease from it or something. Maybe if you wouldn't dig your blades into my skin so often, it wouldn't be so risky."

"Now now, little rat, you and I both know that you like it. You like it, you do!" She giggled, dipping herself in the water that immediately started turning crimson.

"Only because it's you doing it," you blushed, taking her long braid and holding it out if the water as she sinked into the tub. You removed the decorations adorning it, putting it on a nearby table, and then you started unbraiding the hairstyle, humming an ancient melody of a song about star-crossed lovers.

Her hair was beautiful, just like the rest of her. Even when it was stained with blood, it was mesmerizing. Sometimes, she'd use the decorated braid as a flail, turning these delicate strands into a brutal weapon. The crusting blood near the ends served as a proof of her creative use of this part of her.

As you finally unbraided the hair, you lifted it all and put it into the tub with Orin. She opened her white eyes and gave you a strange look.

"Join me, sweet thing," she offered you, her eyes piercing through you like her knives. You nodded, quickly disrobing and climbing into the bathtub as she moved to make space for you, her soaked hair moving with her like a sea creature. You smiled at her, taking a prepared soap and starting to scrub her front with it. She kept looking at you like the predator she was, and you had to look down at her naked body to feel less nervous, that's how unsettling her gaze was.

"I'm sure our Lord appreciates what you do for him..." You tried to fill the silence as your soapy hands explored the top of her body, occasionally stopping to scrub off some dried blood and grime. She didn't say anything, only leaning more towards you as your palms brushed over her nipples. "I definitely appreciate you," you continued, finding courage and lifting your gaze to connect your eyes. Her lips twitched, her unusually long arms pulling you into a sweet embrace. You let her do it, choosing to wash her back instead as she continued holding you, her fingers lightly tracing the many scars adorning your body, most of them created by her. You both soaked not only in the water, but in each other's presence as well. Even as you finished cleaning the changeling's pale swirling skin, you continued rubbing her back, and you felt her rest her weight on you fully.

"I love you, Orin..." You whispered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She tightened her embrace in response, clutching you almost desperately. You heard her sharp intake of breath, her nails digging into the skin of your back, and then she gave your shoulder several shockingly soft kisses in return. You could feel her inner turmoil during these moments, but as you continued holding her, providing her with comfort and safety, even her troubled mind settled eventually.

When you pulled away at last, Orin refused to look at your face, your roles almost reversing. During your time spent with her, you found out she got shy when you gave her genuine affection and expected nothing back in return. The same woman who could expertly torture and kill, who played with intestines as if it was clay and used blood to paint the city red - she allowed you to see her vulnerable side, the part that she wouldn't - couldn't - show to anyone before. And your heart beat faster and harder from the knowledge of this.

"Turn around, I'll wash your hair now," you prompted her, your voice soft and quiet, minding the intimate atmosphere. At this moment, it was just the two of you. Orin complied, turning her back to you and letting you rub her scalp with your soapy hands. You massaged the tender skin, smiling when you heard her hum and relax more. After a few minutes of the massage, you finally moved to clean her hair, making sure it was pristine again. Her hair was so long it was pretty much filling the entire tub. You worked on it slowly, and Orin started to grow impatient, turning back to you to glare at you.

"What?" You asked, chuckling.

"Stop being so meticulous, I want your skin touching mine again." As if to prove the point, she turned around entirely, pulling you against her, water splashing around from the forceful movement as you slipped and crashed against her wet skin. She laughed as you struggled to sit properly again. Her hands helped to steady you, her strength surprising when you considered her build - though was it really that surprising, when she arranged corpses on daily basis. "Better," she murmured contentedly.

You suppressed a surprised gasp when Orin started mirroring your previous actions, taking the soap and scrubbing your skin with it. You wouldn't dare to question her actions, however, so you just accepted her uncharacteristic kindness. She wasn't as gentle as you, her nails occasionally dragging against your skin, even opening an unhealed wound once or twice. When you grunted in discomfort, she laughed at you again before kissing the back of your neck apologetically. She cleaned you fast, moving to wash your hair in half a time it took you to get there. You didn't mind though, as any time spent in her presence felt like a boon.

"I will carve my name into your skin tonight, dearest one~" she whispered huskily into your eat as she massaged your scalp. "And because I like you, I'll even let you choose a place where my blades will dance." She giggled, and your heart skipped a beat in excitement. You turned your head to her, seeing her pleased smile. You were completely smitten, nodding in acknowledgement before helping her wash the suds off your hair. Then, the two of you finally left the quickly cooling water, drying your bodies with the prepared towels. You kept glancing at her, how her skin shimmered in the dim lightning, how her lips stayed slightly upturned - she knew you were watching her. And she knew you'd be looking at her with same reverence even when she's inevitably forced to kill you in Bhaal's name.

[guided-by-the-skies]

Weekly Dream Analysis | Creepy Dream Stuff

🌌 Sleepwalking can be common for those with any exalted planet in the 12th house. All the subconscious energies can be stro ger which makes the boundary between sleep and wakefulness, stillness and movement, much thinner.

🌌 Those who have transits of their 12th house or 8th house by an asteroid may experience sleep paralysis, especially if there is something troubling them subconsciously.

🌌 Pluto placements in a physical, visceral house such as the eighth or fifth may experience night terrors more frequently.

🌌 A medium speed planet such as venus or mars, or even a transiting mercury retrograde, can cause periods of extremely vivid, weird, or disturbing dreams if it transits a difficult placement. This could be a malefic planet like mars or saturn in a difficult sign, a peregrine planet or planet in fall or detriment, or even a planet that has a tense aspect in the chart.

🌌 Pluto aspects can influence the quality of nightmares if you get them. Pluto aspecting anything in the eighth house can make you more prone to intense dreams, e.g. pluto square an eighth house mars can lead to especially difficult dreams.

🌌 If you often wake at 3 am, you may have placements that make you more in tune with the collective unconscious. This hour is when boundaries between worlds are thinnest (supposedly) so particularly sensitive people can be influenced by things going on beyond the immediate mundane world. This includes lilith in scorpio, pluto in any interpersonal house (e.g. 3rd, 8th), south node in 12th house, and so on. This is not a definitive list, just some of the likely culprits. Basically anything that is a combination of intuition and collective/communicative energies can be woken by the '3 am phenomenon'.

🌌 This kind of astrology is all about the 12th house and very often about black moon lilith. Black moon lilith can cause strange things to happen to you at night including involutary projection and lucid dreaming especially if it aspects an exalted planet, then the dreams will take on the quality of that planet.

🌌 When is unusual stuff most likely to happen at night? Here are some of the most likely times:

You have just been doing shadow work

It is a full or new moon

There has been an eclipse

Between 3-4 am, especially around 03:33

You have been trying to lucid dream

You have been trying to astral project

If two or more of the above apply, you can be prepared for weird night time disturbances. And if you have ANYTHING in your chart whatsoever that can break down barriers between the conscious and unconscious worlds, you are more likely to experience this kind of thing.

In summary: these are partly predictions partly experience. I have lilith in the 3rd house which has resulted in a LOT of communication with my shadow. Remember 3rd house isn't just interpersonal communications and technology but also communication with yourself and with your id or shadow. I went through a phase of almost always waking at 3 am as a teenager and still experience this quite often.

Also at this point all the birds stop singing and as a result I could tell after a while without looking at a clock whether I had woken in the 'witching hour' or not and often could not get back to sleep until it was past 4.

[wiltking]

can I have some dark fantasy recommendations 😯 content warnings are appreciated just to know what im getting into, but not a deterrent for me!

i have some go-tos that i always rec but i'll throw in some others i haven't talked about as much to shake things up. also all of these are queer.

the hexslinger series by gemma files - horror + dark fantasy. a tragic story following ex-reverend Asher Rook and his sharpshooter lover Chess Pargeter in a wild west world newly rife with black magic + torn apart by the wills of Aztec gods, doomed by the fact that two hexes can never be together without one of them tearing the other apart by the very nature that gives them magic. there is a lot to this series. it can be overwhelming and morose as hell but its also about how Love Is Not A Weakness and that redemption is possible no matter how far you’ve fallen. (cws: gore, rape, time period specific racism and homophobia)

doctrine of labyrinths by sarah monette - dark fantasy + adventure. follows Felix Harrowgate, a prestigious wizard, and Mildmay, a lowly thief as their lives are uprooted and thrown into an adventure neither of them are prepared to undertake. really enjoyed this series overall. book 3 didn't really work for me but it ended strong with book 4 and stuck with me as a positive experience. its probably the least 'dark' on this list, comparatively. i mostly treasure it for having an extremely messy and flawed gay MC going on an adventure full of grief and rage and painful healing. (cws: rape, csa, incestuous thoughts, suicidal ideation)

the edda of burdens by elizabeth bear - dark fantasy + scifi. always recommend reading in chronological order rather than published order (so start with By the Mountain Bound). essentially about sword-wielding angels of light inspired by norse mythology, and their trials and tribulations spanning thousands of years. Mingan is one of the characters of all time to me and BtMB alone is one of the most dearest and influential books. to me. the writing is visually vivid and stunning. (cws: rape, suicide attempt)

wraeththu by storm constantine - dark fantasy + romance. wraeththu is set in a futuristic apocalyptic world where a hermaphroditic race of people (who all use he/him pronouns) have come into power and eradicated most of humanity. the books follow the lives and struggles of three different wraeththu. this had to have been my first exposure to fiction with weird genitals / sex biology and maybe where my fascination with it can be tied back to. pretty depressing and meandering read overall and my biggest criticisms are that book 2 can be painfully boring at times, and that "correct" androgyny is often reduced to "pale + skinny". its also an older work and not at all trans-inclusive. but if you approach it as if its doing its own thing... it can be interesting. (cws: graphic rape, murder via sex, pedophilia)

the ragged blade by christopher ruz - dark fantasy. this is the story of a tragic, violent man fleeing across the desert with his feral daughter to get away from a murderous magician man he loved, once. It's not healthy, it's not happy, but its extremely unique and well-crafted and i will never not be sad that the rest of this series might never see the light of day because the publisher went under. but even so, very well worth the read on its own. (sadly dont remember if this one needs warnings but i dont think there was anything too crazy)

now for a very questionable rec... the steel remains by richard k. morgan. i have so many issues with this series. the sex sucks. Egar sucks. the last book is absolute dogshit. but Ringil.... oh Ringil. if only the series could have just been about him, and written by someone else. i am pretty much only recommending the first book. maybe the second. but its also terrible to inflict this series on someone when it ends like that. so do with it what you will.

[witchofthesouls]

(this is sort of vaguely the Miko x Tarn soulmate AU but could work in any scenario where the TFP kids end up as cyberformed adults)

Which one of the kids guardians do you think would have the biggest crisis about their kid, their little buddy, their partner in crime suddenly being either eye level or several heads taller than them?

I want to say Bee.

Like, Arcee might have a "yeah okay this might as well be happening" moment with Jack, and I think Bullhead would be both relieved that Miko can take an actual hit and be fine and terrified that Miko now knows she can take an actual hit and be fine (Wheeljack would be the one volunteering ways for Miko to get bludgeoned as a way of proving she's a Wrecker to the others that lived, and they'd be amused as how quickly she jumps at it).

But Bee had Raf. And Raf grew more confident over the years, but he was always kind of… quiet. Tried to avoid fights and did everything he could to calm any issues that arose. Damn great at what he did, but always preferred to be at HQ rather than on the field. Which was fine! The jobs at HQ are just as important and needed at those going out on the field.

And then he gets the call from Ratchet. And his friend, his fellow nerd and low key fast car enthusiast is a fucking Predacon.

I'm just going with the Other!AU with Miko x Tarn soulmates and cyberization because everyone there is having issues.

The Autobots' respective little buddies are making each of them really worried for different reasons. Ratchet had tried to prepare them, but nothing can help the old guardians with the newfound reality they're in since they also have similar biases Ratchet has (just not as extreme or set, even so well-meaning intentions can still led to harm).

Ironically, Bumblebee has it the easiest since Raf is essentially still the little brother he bonded with. Raf's Cybertronian root-mode is far more beastly compared to even a Predacon's. More reptilian. A true draconian hybrid. Raf is very much a Cybertronian equivalent, for better or worse, of a 'noble beast' stereotype and fantastical fiction of Ancient Cybertron. Bumblebee has to grapple with the unfortunate truths that Cybertron would never accept Raf. His once human partner would never be able to enjoy the things he loves on Cybertron. He would never set foot in a laboratory (unless Raf was the experiment), or go to shows and races (unless Raf was the main entertainment), or go traveling to across the city-states (unless Raf was literally the pack mule or the gift).

Arcee is now confronted that her kid is now the equivalent of a Cybertronian nudist with his habit of 'dressing down' as he slams on everyone's vulnerability kink out in the open. If Jack is on downtime in the privacy of his own space, then he's wearing sweats. He refuses to go dipping in full armature when swim trunks are available. He's relaxing dammit. Meanwhile, every new Cybertronian is literally inwardly sweating at the new handsome bird casually showing off his protoform as well as judging the Autobots for letting the mech strut around like the most confident hoe. (Miko and Raf really don't understand since Jack is wearing long-sleeves, and Jack is getting a fan club.)

Bulkhead has crisis after crisis after crisis. Miko is not only a rarity in two cases (a War-Forged and a Seeker femme), but she managed to seal the personal loyalty of a Primal Artifact (no one thought that was actually possible, so the Apex Armor is bonded to a new master) and has a Resonant. In a 'con. In Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Division.

And that Miko struck up a weird relationship with Soundwave. Something between learning, antagonism, and pranks. Scratch that, it seems like everyone now has a weird relationship with Soundwave at this point. Even Ratchet.

It doesn't help Bulkhead's worries over Miko taking every lesson of Ratchet's and Soundwave's combined teachings to become a living Cybertronian nightmare of an abomination as she works out the kinks in her yōkai transformation sequences. And her newfound fascination with freaking out new Cybertronians in general. And that she has no scruples against eating people.

(Jack and Raf are of the same vein but are more mindful of different cultural mores and adjust their behaviors as reasonably they can. Miko, however, is the product of a family that's too active Elsewhere, so her morals are a reflection of that.)