#it was the one where they connected the show to prime but only from the first ep and the whole show was ep after ep of them fighting animal

[wickermayne]

Decided to do another month kink event 🤪

Kinkuary 2025

Short Naruto/Hinata smut drabbles that I hope I can fill up the month with, enjoy! Chapter 1 is Age Gap.

She’s barely legal, though you’d never guess it from the shape of her body.

An hourglass figure with fat tits and a thick ass, her youth showing only in the pristine features of her face.

And her attitude, so worshipful and in awe, even though she’d have been a child during the Pain invasion and the war — a fan girl, high on the stories her elders told her, from what was taught in her history books, and close enough to the figure itself that she could develop a crush, or maybe something more deep-rooted.

Naruto had seen it many times before, and this wasn’t the first time he’d taken advantage of it — but Hinata was different than the rest of the girls.

There was something more genuine about Hinata, something about her nature, so docile, shy and sweet, that tickled Naruto in a way that the others didn’t.

Maybe it was because of how Hinata was so innocent….so corruptible.

Always clinging to every word Naruto said, like it was gospel.

“When’s your jounin exam again?”

Hinata blinked up at him, trying to clear her brain from its lust-addled state, her cunt with cute, baby clenches on his cock as she dealt with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Naruto smirked down at her and made it worse, rolling his hips, forcing out a low moan from Hinata as her thighs continued to twitch, her arousal dripping down the latex of the condom until it soaked against the edge of his pubic hair.

“A-ah, it’s next month, Naruto-sama,” Hinata managed to gasp out, lavender eyes glued to where they connected, whining when Naruto pulled out.

“Y’know,” Naruto drawled as he pressed his length down on Hinata’s throbbing clit, rubbing his girth lazily back and forth on it. He watched as she bit her lip, eyes nearly rolling back in her head, and he knew she’d accept his word like God, then. “I think you should postpone your exam.”

“P-postpone it?”

Naruto hummed in acknowledgement, drawing his hips back and thrusting his fat tip against her clit.

“Ooooh, Naruto-sama!”

Naruto loved the way she moaned his name, and how easy it was to get her to do it too.

“Yeah, I think you should wait to take the exam…wait until after you have my baby.”

Her eyes were sharp now, cutting through her arousal, her mouth trembling as she stared at him in a mixture of disbelief and awe.

Kakashi would scold him later for taking out a productive member from their work force — but how could Naruto hold back when Hinata looked at him like that?

“You want that, don’t you, ‘Nata?” Naruto purred, his hand caressing her belly, where her womb would be. “To have my baby?”

She answered by reaching between his legs, clumsily grabbing at the condom before she ripped it off and threw it the side. She thrusted her hips up off the bed, sliding her cunt over the underside of his cock, her arousal staining into his skin.

“Please, please, please, oh, Naruto-sama, I want it more than anything!”

Naruto slotted his cock against her entrance, watching her lips stretch in acceptance around his tip.

“And then, what if I don’t want you to do exam after that? What if I want you to stay home so I can keep gettin’ you pregnant?”

Hinata wrapped her legs around his hips, her heels digging into his back and drawing him into her hot, needy cunt. She stared up at him with the skin of her cheeks burnt red, and her eyes filled with devotion.

“That would make me the happiest woman in the world, Naruto-sama…please don’t tell me it’s a joke. Promise me.”

Naruto cussed as he thrusted into Hinata’s eager cunt, her walls pulsing around him already, primed to be bred.

For a moment, Naruto thought maybe he was the one wrapped around her finger.

Well, he didn’t mind it.

“I promise, ‘Nata.”

And then he fucked her like a beast, with the instincts of animal ready to rut, building up to painting her walls whiter than her porcelain skin. Turning her into an eager teen mother, ready to build a clan with him.

[siinlight]

I feel like there is a clear way for a transformers show to make good views and sales. And blablah blah but none of it will ever happen ;-;

[melmedardaapologist]

with arcane’s focus on visual elements, something that’s been nagging on me lately is mel medarda’s final design and why it compounds the tragedy of her story:

firstly, when we see mel in her flashback, she’s already wearing her significant white/gold, but tempered with blue—noticeably missing her mother’s greys and reds, even then, showing her idealogical differences

then in piltover, we see mel as her own self-actualization—all white and gold and black, colors connected to power, and with an elegant cut that still places her slightly apart from piltover fashion. it shows her place as a non-combatant (long skirt) and someone privileged (the pure white) and wealthy (the gold. so much gold.). this is mel medarda at the pinnacle she’s worked so hard to achieve—it’s elegant because she is elegant

which of course becomes subverted when we do see the gold accessories taken away and the white dirtied when she’s kidnapped by the black rose—this is the first and only time we see mel in actual disarray, and it shows how vulnerable she is when she’s outside the political sphere

and after her transformation, we have this costume change, where aside from the increased gold (now representing magical ability instead of just wealth), we have mel in a a skin-tight catsuit style getup, allowing for greater movement, and her hair done in micro-braids in a style that won’t affect her center of gravity. at first, when i was watching, i was confused (especially about the hair), but then i realized—

this isn’t mel dressing herself to reflect a change, this is leblanc’s vision of mel, where power is swiftness and she is markedly different than others in a way that is now impossible to ignore

and she tries to return to her previous sense of self with the white hood, going back to a trademark of her style, but notably this is an outfit worn to conceal, not reveal and show off like her previous iconic dress, and her change is visibly with even just the hood off

and when mel accepts black rose’s help and betrays them and her mother dies, the white hood disappears—try as she might, she cannot go back to who she was, and she stands before noxians as a mage and mother-killer and a wolf, something dangerous

and then, when we see mel leaving piltover, she’s wearing nothing of her original self, but a combination of black rose’s getup and her mother’s colors. there is almost nothing of “mel” in this outfit, as if she’s been subsumed by these two identities—noxian and mage

even her makeup has shifted, with the red line under her eyes and the gold in her lower lip directly copying her mother

this isn’t a mel who’s realized herself in a new identity. this is a mel who, when faced with the enormous loss of her brother, mother, lover and former identity, has fallen into the definitions and roles that were presented to her, and who is now primed to continue the cycles started by her predecessors

and moving on from arcane, i think it would be fascinating to see mel in one of the newer shows to see how she grapples with this and if she either falls back into tradition and dooms herself, or if she’s able to break free and reforge her identity on her own terms

[torpublishinggroup]

"Warning Signs Your Machines Are Trying to Kill You!" by TJ Klune

(Legally, I’m required to tell you that when smart phones first became popular, I bought one and then asked for the address of the app store because I thought it was a physical location I had to go to in order to download apps and not something already on your phone. Also, I was recently told I speak like an old person so as a warning, there will not be any slang you youths typically hear, especially on Tumblr. Any slang I’ve learned in the last five years has been against my will. I still don’t know what FOMO means, and I don’t care.)

1. Oh no! You and your family are trying to enjoy a movie night, but Overlord Prime (With Free Shipping) wants a sacrifice at the altar of their god, BeeZos. Should this happen, do not attempt to give Overlord Prime (With Free Shipping) a cantaloupe with googly-eyes on it and say that it is your baby. Overlord Prime (With Free Shipping) knows the difference between fruit and children. Instead, ask the machine to order dog food, and it will forget about eating humans for a little while.

2. If you own a very fancy vehicle that can drive itself, always make sure to carry a brick. That way, when the car locks you inside and attempts to drive you off a cliff into a gas station, you can break the window using the brick. You will then have to jump out, but make sure you do so in time so you can watch the wicked-ass explosion when the car hits the gas station, and you can revel in your victory over your car.

3. This one will hurt. I’m sorry, but it’s true. Chances are, you’re reading this on your phone right this second. To be safe, after you’ve finished reading this post and have clicked on the affiliated links to purchase my books, you should throw your phone into a volcano and then move to South Dakota where there are no machines, only wind and cows. That way, when everyone else gets the 5GZombieVirus that people on Twitter (I’m not calling it the other thing, shut up) seem to think is real, you’ll be safe with your cows on a windy day.

4. Get rid of your air fryer. Don’t ask me why, just do it. Red flags all around. Danger, danger.

5. Do you know of the Clapper? That thing first launched in the late 20th century (I wrote it that way to make me feel old) where the commercials showed cranky old people unable to reach their light switches, so they got a thing called a Clapper that turns your lights on and off when you clap? Guess what? Those will be the first things to try and kill you. If you love your gram-gram, save her from the Clapper. When she asks why you are destroying it with an ax, tell gram-gram it’s because you love her.

6. Do you live in a smart home? The kind where everything is connected to the internet, including your refrigerator? The refrigerator that holds your perishable foods? And oh, would you look at that: how many ice cubes have you kicked under it rather than picking them up when they fall to the floor? A dozen? A million? The refrigerator remembers. And it will spoil your food in seconds. What then? What are you going to eat? Canned food? Not if the refrigerator falls on top of you!

Unfortunately for you, this is where it must end. I hope this has given you enough information to help you survive the inevitable. If you do not heed my warnings, well. Who cares. I’m not in charge of you. Do whatever you want. Just don’t come complaining to me when gram-gram gets the clap.

[fqntasies]

Just a taste, baby - Feyd Rautha x Reader

summary: You and Feyd-Rautha have been connected through dreams since childhood; a complex inner-working of the Bene Gesserit mothers to join your bloodlines. It binds the two of you in a pull you can't escape (nor do you want to). Feyd is absolutely feral for you.

words: 1,258

disclaimer: characters may be out of character, specifically feyd, considering his desperate softness here. just a forewarning.

You were trapped, breaths coming out of shallow pants as you felt the scratch of the cement structure beneath your palms. He had you against the wall in a hidden alcove; along one of the lengthy corridors of the palace in Giedi Prime. Your mouths were just breaths apart. In fact the Harkonnen before you seemed intent on matching your breaths, mingling them. Tasting your tiny pants as his own. It made your eyes heavy, made you want to tilt your head back and close your eyes, give him access to the expanse of your neck.

"sweetness." He rasped, unable to control himself. The Na-Baron wrapped an arm about your waist, a vice arching you against him as he lowered a wanting mouth to your neck, licking and sucking where the two met. You mewled at the wet heat, felt him growl desperately at the taste.

The two of you hadn't even kissed yet - but the wait; the dreams - you both knew each other to the soul.

---- flashback ----------

The sands of Arakis and Geidi Prime alike carried mysteries of prophesies of the lisan-al-gaib. But midst such tales, the Bene-Geserit mothers also had worked to connect bloodlines through dreams. The Na-Baron and the princess of Arrakis had been bound by such since birth. A well-planned move to align feuds and place power into wanting hands in preparation of war. A web of politcal conspiracy only they controlled. Their plans could not be foiled.

But Feyd couldn't care less about such witchcraft; and neither, if one were honest, could you. The two of you had known of this binding since a young age. And when you had met as children too - the connection had been strong.

"Their line is bright" The reverend mother's voice had burned into your mind, even at 10 years old.

You remembered her cloaked form; a black shadow against the haze of the horizon, a tower above you as she turned from your parents. Her voice had been void of emotion, except for a smugness you didn't understand. But when you turned to glance at the older boy before you (such a uniquely beautiful boy; broad shoulders and smooth skin, black attire across a lithe form), his eyes shone with an intensity that surprised her. Dark, watching, intrigued. He intimidated you. He made you curious.

At 15 years of age, the Na-Baron hadn't spoken in their meeting; but he had felt more than he had imagined. The girl...she had made him feel things. It confused and awakened him to something he had never known. His uncle had never spoken of such a pull. A need.

When the ship had arrived to his homeworld, and the strange foreigners parted like a sea, Feyd-Rautha found himself straightening to his full height; head lowered as he studied them beneath an angled gaze. Garbs of strange colors - hair he had never seen before in elegant styles. He would be Harkonnen predator. He would be a warrior. Strike fear in these alien people, show the Baron he was not swayed so easily by something new.

But then-

Swathed in layers of white, a girl stepped forward; dainty and gracious above all else; practically floating across the landing platform. Yet her eyes betrayed her; darting to capture the landscape, thrown off perhaps by the infrared of Giedi Prime's black sun above them.

She was drinking in the strange newness before her, and then they found him. Feyd felt his chest tighten. Fists clenched. Heat brimmed under the chestplate of his armor.

She looked like some newborn animal, caught in his gaze. But they both felt it. The familiarity. The warm hum between them. It made you want to slip from the safety of your parents and stand beside him, as though his shadow was more protection than the whole parade your own family brought with them. You wondered if he'd felt the same.

Three nights later, you had dreamed of him. A bit older, hand in his as he raised it to his lips. His eyes had never left yours. As a young girl it made you blush. Now...

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You made a breathy sound as his tongue lathed the mark he had made, moving with a lazy carelessness across your pulse, hungry above all else, uncaring for decorum. He wanted to devour you entirely. He wanted you to see you helpless and delirious against him, just as you were now. As you were in all his dreams.

He knew you'd had them all too. His eyes on you at their wedding. His tongue against yours, moans and tastes and hunger. You watching from the arena as he slaughtered man after man, coated and heaving. He felt like a beast.

"Feyd-" His name barely formed, like a prayer from your lips.

His eyes nearly lolled in his head at the way you sounded, and he dragged his wanting mouth up to meet yours. Wet and wanting. Feyd's free hand shifted to engulf your slender neck, moving your head against his mouth to deepen the kiss, taste all of you. Consume.

The Na-Baron was all muscle and prowess, a looming figure that practically dwarfed you. The spanse of his shoulders alone were sinful, and deep down you loved how it felt to be completely in his grasp. Guiding you in your movements.

Feyd's tongue sought yours as much as he could, controlling and demanding - but you were a needy little thing too, weren't you? In the haze of passion you were pressing into him - leaning just as much towards his heat as he was pushing you both together. You sucked his plush bottom lip into your mouth - unable to help yourself. After all, why was he made so beautiful, if not to kiss? He was quick to follow, biting your own with a growl that made your knees practically give, and following with his greedy tongue.

"You're going to be my wife." the words are a promise, his eyes glittering under the low light; shadows flashign with the coming storm. You part your mouth as though to taste him again, a helpless 'please' slipping past as you arch in his grasp.

Feyd practically took you then and there. Enter the nearest room... make all his dreams a reality. His patience was nearly worn thin. Years of waiting, of hunger. And now it was here. You were in his reach, that tempting little waist; those hips. It made him absolutely insane.

He wets his lips, gaze feverish.

"tomorrow. tomorrow sweetness, hmm? Can wait that long?" He intends to tease you, but he knows he speaks to himself, his jaw locking as he adjusts his arms to press you against him.

You're so fucking soft. It makes him groan. Of all the things he's known in his life, softness was not one of them, save for the flashes of you in his dreams. He craved you like a creature starved. Thoughts of you made him fight better. Made him kill easier.

There's a rumble suddenly of a drone; Harkonnen orders breaking the silence in distorted code. The words don't make sense to your ears. Not yet anyway. You hope to make progress in the language, but it was a challenge; more than others. The variety of tones were a feat for any foreigner to take on; but this was to be your home. A lady of harkonnen would learn her husband's native tongue.

You know he has to leave.

[vaguely-concerned]

when spite describes itself in lucanis' journals, it seems to consistently use the wording 'a small shade'. self-identified 'just a little guy (threat)' fhsak. I really like that wording, though. a shade, something cut off from the wholeness and living light that is the fade and made a shadow cast by someone else in the real world. 'small', under threat, vulnerable, sort of scrappy (and perhaps a little pathetic but in a 'don't touch me I'll bite!!!' kind of way haha).

I'm so in my feelings over how in the last journal it/he describes the two of them as 'a small shade and a wounded spirit sitting together', though. he's so confused and frustrated about what's going on with lucanis at the beginning, but once rook explains that lucanis isn't intentionally fucking with him, he's just hurting, spite seems to understand and accept that pretty readily (if not without some initial 'ugh FINE physical reality rules are so DUMB bitch you guys live like this' frustration lol). lucanis' early statements that spite doesn't, can't or won't learn are obviously bullshit and the game basically tells you so the moment he says it haha, but you know what. that is some deep learning spite is doing, and in like a year of being in the physical world too. I know plenty of actual real adult human beings who are not capable of that level of insight.

and also, as an aside... I think it's pretty conclusively proven in the series that spirits do have the ability to change and learn all on their own when they get the opportunity to and that it gets turbocharged for good or ill when they're exposed to the physical world. but I also wonder if some of it is the other side of the two way connection. just as spite flows into lucanis, surely that must happen after some fashion the other way too. does spite have some access to/come into contact with lucanis' kneejerk empathy response? to be in opposition to something or someone is not the same thing as not understanding them or where they're coming from, after all. in fact sometimes that can amplify the 'no no trust me I get it I understand. but fuck you doubly for it actually you still suck that why only makes it worse', so I don't feel that would go against spite's nature, even. lucanis already has such an interesting relationship to his own empathy all on his own -- he's a prime example of how 'empathy' and 'compassion' are not inherently the same process and one need not accompany the other. when he's in contract mode, empathy is just a knife, a way to understand people deeply so he can stab them better and more efficiently. when he's in family mode, empathy is accompanied with enough tenderness and compassion and warmth that it makes me feel ill to consider and makes it a bit hard for him to stay with, sometimes. it's the same skill/instinct, but shows up differently based on the context he's in. sure why not drop a demon in there and see what happens I guess lol. 'smells like tears and lying' anyone. spite's response to meeting compassion out in the world is 'GOD no don't make eye contact keep walking this is so fucking cringe', but uh. there's no way for him to escape it within the bounds of the person he's been frankensteined into, is there. aaaah it's so interesting.

there's something so fascinating to me about two souls who are so close they can't help but reflect and bleed into each other, but also remain two separate entities who can look at each other. and be mutually protective about it, clearly. augh.

[missfrustration]

a lesson in semantics and pleasure - part 1 (zoro x sanji x reader 18+ fanfic)

Summary: Sanji finds out Zoro is inexperienced with bedding women. That is quickly fixed.

part 1 part 2

rating: 18+ explicit, minors do not interact!!

tags: pwp, smut, threesome, foreplay, oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering, deepthroating, toxic masculinity, which is good for reader in this context, eiffel tower, spitroasting, biting, praise, degradation, backshots, bukkake, spit, no zosan, no use of y/n

A/n: posted 3 months ago here. reader is NOT walking after this.

wc: 3k, enjoy!

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Zoro’s Adam’s apple bobs at the sight he’s treated to. A rock lies in his throat, but he still manages to swallow a groan.

Your legs sprawl out on the bed: Sanji’s bed. You’ve felt the mattress’s crisp, soft sheets countless times before. Now, you’re kissing your lover with another pair of eyes gazing.

Those eyes were hungrier than the lips that took yours, stronger than the tongue that generously swept the insides of your mouth. You could tell that this affected Zoro more than his battles.

You could tell that this was going to be a fantastic night.

-

A few days ago, it was bickering between Sanji and Zoro that happened like every other…

“Watch where you’re going, stupid moss head!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t need to if your dumb curly brow wasn’t in the way.”

It started like any conversation they had. Bickering and fighting amongst one another, attempts to kick and slice the other, name-calling…

“My brows are just fine. Just admit it; you wish you were as appealing as me.”

“Why would I want to be some lowly waiter like you?”

But it was a conversation where something was made very apparent…

“Let’s see,” Sanji clears his throat, holding his fingers up as he counts them off, “I’m more handsome, I’m smarter, I’m stronger,” Sanji emphasizes each attribute by shoving his fingers in Zoro’s face. “I have every skill in the book to please a woman better than you!”

“Why the hell would I have those things just for a woman?”

“Oh please, with how you are, I bet the young ladies I romance would double—no,— quadruple your count.”

Zoro freezes. Sanji senses he caught a nerve, right where he wants him.

“Hmph, whatever you say.” Zoro pursued his lips, ready to drop the subject and walk away. His firm face and defeated stance just challenge Sanji more.

“Go on then, name them.”

Zoro turns red in the face after a moment of silence. His eyes dart around the room slightly until they watch Sanji’s eyes come to an increasing realization.

“I’ve never… I don’t.” Zoro trails off. 

Something that Sanji truly couldn’t believe…

“Wait, hold on. Nonono,” Sanji waved his hand to shut him up. “Don’t tell me you don’t—“

But Zoro’s face makes it clear. 

… The talking, the courting—the lovemaking . Anything that goes into treating a woman with the utmost respect and dignity—it’s discovered that Zoro knows nothing about that. Sure, maybe he’s bedded a few ladies in his life, but a musclehead really couldn’t know about the opposite sex if he tried.

But Sanji knows. 

Oh, Sanji knows his way around everything that a woman craves. The love, the lust, the things in between. How to make a woman swoon or be respected…

How to make a woman pant, for instance.

Who wouldn’t know but the man who lives and breathes in service to women? The very same gender that Zoro is clueless about. 

What other way to demonstrate a beginner's lesson than with you, a prime example of the perfect learning device? 

—

The kissing turns sloppy as spit starts to sleep from both of your mouths. Sanji pulls his head away, generating a thick string of saliva connected between you, showing off to the man watching it all. Sanji’s lips are shiny with spit as he speaks.

“She loves to be teased in the beginning. Starting with a little foreplay is beneficial for both parties; women especially. We want only the finest for her.” He says to Zoro.

Then Sanji looks straight at you, gauging your reaction as his hand travels to your shorts. He plays with the hem of that tight cloth hugging your thighs, causing you to shift under him. He languidly runs a hooked finger back and forth, almost like he’s intentionally feeling for the seam underneath. You know very well that he’s not.

He’s a tease. Someone who takes great pleasure in watching you squirm as he moves closer and closer to your inner thighs, closer to the apex he loves to put his hands on. This act, along with the small, sly expression he wears on his face always puts you on edge. Never does his eyes leave your face as you struggle to meet him with the same concentration. You feel your gaze slip with each whimper you make, making him drink up more embarrassment from you.

Seeing as you're the only one in the room with a shirt on, Sanji takes it off slowly, letting the hem of it catch on the underside of your breasts. He watches as he drags your breasts up with your shirt until they finally give out, slipping past the hem and bouncing down into place. You hear the chair in the corner shift.

“Lift your hips, love.” A voice so gentle, Sanji is licking his lips when you obey him. His soft, manicured hands travel down your body to the belt loops of your shorts, hooking onto them with a tug. Your shorts and panties come off, leaving nothing but air around your naked form.

“Ah, you see the way she bites her lip? That’s a good way to tell she’s loving every second.” Sanji turns to the swordsman, pointing out your swollen lip trapped between teeth. “Now, watch closely at what I do.”

He gently lifts your chin, thumbing on your lips and pointer finger tucked under your face. He tilts your head towards Zoro, leaning his body toward your ear.

“And you, darling, keep your eyes on the mosshead for me.” 

You grow hot from the soft words that tickle your ear– a newfound love of exhibitionism bubbles inside you when Sanji’s fingers touch your arousal. Zoro watches every single part of this with intense intrigue.

You hear a soft whimper come from your mouth; Then another; Next, a louder one. When Sanji's fingers slip into you, you can barely contain your voice to ring out across the room. He starts to pump into you while you succumb to his small praises.

“Feel my fingers, my darling? You look so pretty like this, using that voice because of me. You must really like showing yourself like this. You see how much she likes that?” Sanji turns to Zoro, demonstrating his usual tricks on you for this lesson. Your song becomes louder as two fingers slowly scissor into you. His pace now increases as he watches your reaction.

Sanji sees your composure crumble, unraveling to the curl of his fingers into you as your eyes flutter closed. 

“Look at him—hey, keep your eyes on him, or I stop. Do you understand? Do you want to be a good girl for me and do what I say? You will, won’t you, angel?”

You snap your eyes open at the soft command of his words, focusing back on the man watching. Your release depended on it, after all. 

“Yes. Yes…”

Sanji’s delicate commands while the man spectates you two are gentle yet calculated. He knows the effect that putting on a show will have on a man like Zoro, and he knows how much you’ve expressed wanting to display your body. You shiver from his orders, only causing you to buck more into his hand.

“This is what happens when you treat her well. Talking to her can make her feel even better, too. Why don’t you call out his name for me, love? Make it sweet.”

“ Zoro… ” 

The voice that comes from your mouth sounds different from the one Zoro’s heard before. The one that sounds so cheerful on the ship is now ladened with lust and pleasure. If the moans you sing sound like sweet honey, your voice calling out his name coats like sugared molasses. They lay so thick on him, making him ache in his pants. 

“ Shit, ” Zoro mutters under his breath. From how hard he grips the armchair, he must be fighting the urge to whip out his cock to the sound of you. You huff at Sanji’s touch but keep your eyes locked on Zoro.

“Say more, please. Use your words,” Sanji says to you. You swallow thickly, and chants of Zoro's name start to flow from you, each increasingly rising in volume as Sanji adds another finger to your clit.

“Please, ah— please , Zoro. I want to cum. Shit, please go faster, Sanji,” You finally manage to say.

“I’ll tell you when you’re ready, love,” Sanji coos. You can only choke down your buildup as his fingers dance in you. 

“During this, you can touch any little part of her body that you want. Like this,” Sanji’s hands caress from your inner thighs to your waist, “or this,” his hands dance up to your face, messily sticking two fingers into your mouth to press on your tongue, “or this.” His fingers pop out, now entranced to your breast, grabbing the fatness of your chest until he rolls your nipple between his moistened fingertips. You whimper from the touch.

“She begs for any extra touch you can give her. My girl is so needy, isn’t she?” He turns to you, enveloping in all your wanton pants. “Aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, yes, I’m your needy… mmmnh! ” Sanji takes his mouth to your nipple briefly, rolling the bud on his tongue. Zoro’s hand moves from the iron grip on the armchair to palm his outer thigh. Is he… sweating?

“She loves all of it, but feel free to check in with her if needed. It’s good to be communicative, especially if you’re unsure of how to keep going.”

You huff into the air, legs fiddling against the sheets from the agony of his teasing. It’s so much that you struggle to keep your eye contact. Sanji revels in finding the right spots inside you to build you up before suddenly stopping. You can do nothing but watch Zoro’s face. 

His eyes couldn’t look away. If the world fell around him, he would never look away from you. The way he knew you on the ship is forever changed when your mouth pants uncontrollably in front of him. He can barely see the smirk that bastard cook has from riling both of you up on one another.

“And what do you want the most, darling? Do you want to cum from my hands, or do you want to have the mosshead to touch you and get an even better reward?”

“I want… Zoro to fuck me, please, please .” You whine against the sheets.

Zoro can’t contain the stuttering cock that twitches in his pants. He doesn’t try to hide it in front of you either. In fact, he seems to revel in that look you give him. You need to try the newest prey–it practically throbs into your mind, as well as your pussy. 

“That’s my girl,” Sanji whispers to you, so softly that only you can hear. “I can’t wait for the next time I have you all to myself,” He turns to the man in the corner, taking his hands off you so quickly that you scrabble your limbs in protest. “Your time to shine, shitty swordsman. She likes it rough, too, so do try and keep the pace.”

Even with Zoro’s commitment to resilience, you can tell he gets up and over to the bed with an urgency you’ve never seen in him. 

Sanji’s presence quickly switches to Zoro’s, and you realize the difference in touch. Calloused fingers replace ones weathered with silk and honey, gripping you with a darkness that matched his gaze. His commanding presence is accentuated by the rough outline of his body, the muscles, and the scars. Purposefully or not, his broad shoulders loom over you without hesitation. 

Your lips lock together; a kiss that you needingly reciprocate. You dance in the mirage of tongues, eating each other whole as you feel your wanton pants build into his mouth. His figure engulfs your smaller one, large and domineering, but that’s exactly what you hoped for.

“Go on. Give her what she wants.” You hear Sanji’s voice from the corner of the room, impatiently commanding Zoro. The sweet tone he uses with you is nonexistent when he talks to the swordsman.

“In a minute,” Zoro growls to him. “She likes to be teased, remember?” 

Sanji scoffs. “Asshole, of course I know that.” You hear him mutter, sitting on the cushy chair Zoro was once planted in.

“Zoro, please…” You didn’t know exactly what you were pleading for, you just wanted relief. 

“I’ll get you there,” a whisper from Zoro’s lips you can barely register from the fuzziness in your brain, “better than that shitty cook can.”

However, his touch doesn’t exactly exhume confidence. Zoro’s hand trembles slightly between caressing your neck, shoulders, and body. His gaze is hungry as he drinks each glimpse of your skin. He doesn’t sound as direct in his tone as you’ve heard in battle.

Maybe you can change that.

“You might be all bark.” You taunt, face slowly forming a smirk. Zoro’s surprised face makes you giggle. 

While a small part of you believes Zoro’s beginner touch may not satisfy you, the way he’s looked at you so far this night tells you he’ll do anything to prove you wrong. He’s too stubborn not to, especially after a little dare like that. Zoro’s small smirk shows you he’s caught onto this.

“Be less of a brat, maybe, and you’ll find out.” Zoro's rough hands grip the small of your waist, causing you to gasp. There’s more confidence in–

Your back arches as you feel a jolt of pain on your chest. Zoro bites on your breast so suddenly it causes you to retract your previous smugness.

“Cook wants to put up with an attitude like that? Fine,” Right on the hardened nipple, Zoro bites it rough enough to make you whine, but he quickly stifles the pain with the rumble of his voice. “But, I’ll be sure to fix that.”

Maybe you would have paid attention to the stream of steam piping from Sanji’s head after Zoro said that, but you were too distracted by Zoro’s movements, especially when he grabbed your hair enough to whip your head back, creating more tension in your chest.

“Pretty fuckin’ tits,” is all Zoro mumbles into your skin. He attacks them, rolling the buds hard between his teeth. Those teeth are strong enough to clamp onto his Wado easily— despite that, his firmness told you he was holding back. You felt your body pulse with titillation, from your scalp you feel the dull pain of his hand gripped in your hair, to his mouth exploring your mounds. It sends shocks through you as you try to stifle the volume of your whimpers. Your body feels so light and heavy at once, making you titter as his pace continues. 

Zoro’s grip on you is dizzying, his firm hands now entirely holding your torso as his body presses right over you. You let him lift your chest into him as he explores your soft skin, worshipping it in the roughest way. 

Your head dips back from the ceiling to the other side of the room. Sanji’s sitting in that same chair from earlier, his cock taken out from his suit slacks and hand slowly stroking the swollen, reddened head. His mouth is agape, small flecks of hair now sticking to his forehead as he looks at your body with a hungry, animalistic gaze.

“Careful, sweetheart. Remember to do what I said.” He smirks and flicks his finger towards Zoro, urging you to focus back. The hand once in your hair is now pulling you to look forward.

“Is someone distracting you from me?” You hear a rough, raw voice rumble right next to your head. Zoro quickly worked up to your neck to your ear, his demanding voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Might be.”

“Am I not good enough for you?” He asks. “Looking for curly fuck to rescue you instead?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. One hand quickly dives between your bodies as he cups your pussy. The gears in your brain seem to short-circuit on you, leaving you gasping for more.

“Can’t be this speechless from him, hm?” His voice is colored with a dark envy, making your entire body swell with arousal. 

“Shut it, marimo.”

The hypersensitivity of your pussy paired with the gruff voice so close to you is too much. You don’t have any other thought than to shut him up with your lips brashly planted on his again. Zoro immediately opens your mouth with an eager tongue, pressing his kneeled body into you. 

Zoro lips separate from you as he keeps going, his plight travels down as he bites and licks the length of your torso. He stops right where his breath ghosts over your pubic bone, making your hips practically buck up to his face for some relief. 

“Uh uh,” Zoro sees what you're trying to do, and presses his thumbs on your hip bone to keep you back down. 

“You need to make her work for it, dumbass,” Sanji says from across the room.

“Well, how do I do that?” Zoro asks, sounding just as annoyed at Sanji.

“You can ask what she wants, first.”

“Why do I need to do that if I already know?”

“Because it helps, just trust me.” Sanji scoffs at him. “God, you’re such a brute.”

Zoro shakes his head, now turning to you.

“So desperate for something, hm? What is it?” He taunts. 

“Please, touch me.” You whisper. 

“’m already touching you, though. Need to be more specific than that, girl.” He grins at you.

“Please…” You struggle to say the words as his fingertips on your hips increase in pressure. He shows no sign of relinquishing his hold until he gets an answer from you. In a soft mewl, you say, “Please… touch my pussy. Please.” Your needy voice cracks into a broken, desperate pant.

Zoro’s playful smirk shows now, realizing why Sanji wanted him to ask you such a demanding question. Puzzle pieces inside Zoro’s mind seem to click the more his hands are on you. At first, he seemed almost nervous in carrying himself, but the more Sanji and you demonstrate the dance that is this game, he seems to catch on. 

“Cook, show me how she wants it.”

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Plan A - Megatron

Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Oneshot Part One

Solars Indie Series

Plan B, Plan C, Plan D, Plan E, Plan F, Plan G, Plan H, Plan I, Plan J, Plan K, Plan L, Plan M, Plan N

Introduction Indie Series

Content: 16+

TW/Tags: Bit of Angst, Toxic relationship, takes place after the movie, Megatron has trust issues. I think I’ll make a 2nd part but we’ll see. I like writing for our angsty boy.

After the war you chose to leave Megatron once he left a day before. You told Optimus and the others that you’ve made your choice and you believe you can help bring back D-16. Optimus was hesitant and asked reasonable questions. You told him that you’re willing to stay under cover and do your best. If anything like it becomes too much and if it calls for it. You’ll return to the Autobots. No connection or anything. You would just focus on trying to bring D back.

Your bond was broken from that die. When you told Megatron his way isn't right. But he only saw you as a traitor now. And so with that you carried out your plan. On the next day you transform into a sort of jet. And made your way to where Megatron and the high guard might be. As you kept flying, unknown to you. One of the guards detected you. Megatron knew it was you based on the shape, at least it must’ve been you. He had one of the high guards fly him to you. Getting right behind you on one of the high guards flying to you and before you even noticed and knew it. Megatron landed on top of you. Before telling the high guard that he’ll deal with you. Knowing he’ll be able to handle you one on one.

As he tried to get you to transform, you struggled to stay in the air. He continued, staying on top of you. So as you got lower, you transformed, finally getting him off as you both flew and rolled onto the ground. He was a few feet ahead of you and you were quick to get up. Your legs hurt from the landing. Almost losing your balance as you got up and you surely had a few dents on your body.

You watched as Megatron stood up and turned to you. That angry look in his red optics as he stared you down. He was way more than a few inches taller than you now. “Y/N…..” you backed up. Maybe you didn’t think this fully through.

”Megatron please listen to me I just came to ta-“ He charges at you. It was almost dark and at the same time you weren’t sure what to do. When you backed up you ended up tripping, landing on your aft as he got closer. You tried to protect yourself as he finally got close. Only using your arms to not anger him more with your blasters. Prepared for what ever blow he throws at you soon.

Only for him to stop in front of you. Letting out a few breaths as he stared down at you. He noticed you were shaking and wasn’t going to fight him. His face showed disappointment and his optics narrowed again as his fists fell to his sides.

He looked down at you thinking about what he’s about to do. He’d never hit you. Would He?

Your optics were closed until you finally opened them. You looked at him and you two stared at each other. You were shaking as he remained still. He continued to look at you with an almost tired but angry look. He then kneels down before grabbing your wrist as he brings you closer. You only looked down as you closed your optics. He analyzed you as his optics only closed a bit more. He finally spoke. His voice as dark and rough as before.

”Why….did you come? Prime make you a spy to use me?!” You stayed silent for only a second

”I……Megatron…I changed my mind….a-and…” Your optics start to gain tears as you spoke “I missed you Megatron….I-i can’t-“

”I have no room for weaknesses…no more.” He stood up pulling at your wrist making you stand up. He then held your jaw with a firm grip as he made you up look at him fully. You slowly opened your optics as you looked up at him. He’d then tilt his head to the side a little as his optics look down at you.

”Please Megatron. I just….I just can't live a life. Without knowing you’re out there. D. You’re still in there somewhe-“ His cervo on your wrist tightened causing you pain as he removes his cervo from your chin. Moving his hand to your neck. Gently squeezing. “D-16…..is dead….I Am Megatron.” He says as he leaned his face closer to you.

Now you were mad. You tried to pull your arm away but his grip was firm as he remained still. You used your other cervo to push against his chassis. “My spark belongs to D-16. Not. Megatron. D is still in there and I’ll only follow D-16. And if you can’t get that through your-“

In a fast movement, he pulled at your wrist. His other cervo that was once holding your throat was now around your waist. Both of your chassis together. “Now why is it D-16…instead of Megatron?…..Because I’m no longer weak…all…sweet?” You only had anger in your optics now. “You’re not the bot I fell in love with.” Your digits scratched at his insignia on his chassis. He did a really good job hiding how hurt he got from that……

“…..You’re just a con now.” You two stared at each other. Both of your optics narrowed. What you didn’t expect was him laughing. He was laughing at your face.

“Yes. I’m not him……” He leaned closer to your audio sensors, speaking in a deep voice. “I’m someone better.” Now you were really scared. As he continues to glare down at you. You try again to pull away until his arm is around your waist and his cervo on your upper back makes you stay close. His other cervo no longer holding your jaw. Moving to the back of your helm.

“This time, I can be a Better Conjunx for you.” Your optics widened as you kept trying to pull back. Only to feel Megatrons dermas against yours. Your own cervos pushing and hitting at his shoulders and chassis. His optics closed as yours remained open. Your cervos barely able to scratch his arm. The cervo behind your helm gently squeezed as a warning, making you stop but your cervos remain against his chest. Trying to create some distance.

He missed you. Oh how he deeply missed you. At first he wasn’t sure but knew he was going to be miserable without you. Despite his new found goal in life. You are the only good thing left. Might as well keep you seeing you’re here now. At first he didn’t trust you when you came. But he knows with his new cog and the power he holds….How can you ever protect yourself? Even from him now. He isn’t weaker then you now.

You can be his once more. By his side. Where you belong.

His kiss became more and more passionate. He deepens the kiss as he tilt his helm. His arm squeezing you closer to him and the cervo moved from the back of your helm to the nape of your neck. You were certain he would break your neck until he stopped. His head then leaned back a bit as he opened his optics once more. His optics not even a little softer.

”Y/N You may join me…but you are my Conjunx. Nothing more. Nothing less. And if you were to betray me in any way……Your punishment will become a part of your every being……” He meant it. You know he does. But you know you must stand your ground. Bring back D-16, stop him from this ‘goal’. You were going to suffer you knew this. But whatever comes your way. You can handle it..

”I’ll join you…” Megatrons finally shows a grin. Both of your forhelms touched once more as you knew what to do next. Both of your inner chassis open up and your sparks soon shine and glow.

You closed your optics waiting for the bond as his only stared down at you. His grin never left his face as his hold remained firm. Your bond with him is no longer soft and full of joy. But anger and…..distrust…..his love was there but it was so far. You have a lot of work to do. Megatron leaned forward, his dermas connecting with yours once more. This time you returned the kiss. Yours was gentle but the passion in your kiss was weak as his was more dominant.

Megatron then gets a comm from Soundwave asking where he was. Megatron growled into the kiss and pulled back. Removing his cervo once on the back of your neck to the bridge of his nose as he responds. His optics closed as he listened to Soundwave speak. You looked at his insignia. You know he’ll put one on you..eventually. His other cervo was resting around your waist continueing to hold you close. You looked down as you waited for him to finish. After a few nano cycles. His call ended and let you go. You were honestly happy to be out of his embrace. You didn’t know if that was a good or bad sign on your part.

”Follow me Y/N. It’s time you meet ‘the new team’…” He transformed. You did the same and flew over following him. You’re going to be stuck with Megatron for a very long time…

This was pretty fun to write and I hope you all enjoy this 😊

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DAY 1 - MOUNT DESIGN (1.12.2024)

Ikran Series - Ngulya, Kxasi's Ikran

Name meaning - 'gray air' Bonded to - Kxasi of the Kxayltirey people Age / sex - nearing an older adult's prime, female About - Ngulya's psyche has a calming, comforting effect on Kxasi. She enjoys complex tasks that require good memory, making her an ideal companion to Kxasi, who is very ambitious and energetic.

Above: Only minimally shaded, mostly flat color reference missing the glow effects on the bioluminescent markings.

Above: Ngulya's bioluminescence in dim lighting

Above: Ngulya's bioluminescense in night lighting

History of Ngulya's design

Above: February 18th in 2023 - Here you also see Kxasi's old design. The purplish-gray look and orangeish/reddish bioluminescense have been a part of my vision for Ngulya from the very beginning.

Above: March 9nth in 2023 - Here is my first take for a full reference for Ngulya. This is the point where the pale head and neck became iconic traits to the otherwise dark purple design.

I've always been torn between oranges/browns and actual purples for many of the color areas in this design, as you see from that earlier color draft.

Above: This year, I wanted to finally make proper ikran templates for the sake of more comfortable designing of all my ikran characters.

This is an early version of the final template set I created, and two different drafts of Ngulya.

Sadly I never saved these drafts, so these are just badly compressed screenshots from my Bluesky and Twitter accounts.

The one on the right is my last draft before beginning work on the final one, as I started to be happy with the markings.

The orange one on the left of the 2nd image is not Ngulya, but a draft for another ikran entirely.

Above: For a very long time, I could not make the bioluminescent highlight markings fit anywhere into this design, so I almost called it 'done' in this stage.

The color pallette was more brown than purple. It was a really hard decision to tweak the pallette once more, so I could make it all good-looking with the highlight color.

About my thought process...

I create my ikran OC designs entirely via body/emotional/visual synesthesia. This intuitive process doesn't contain conscious thought, but rather letting an 'inner eye' show me things.

This method lets me get ideas I couldn't otherwise get, unlike when combining my old clichés in a calculated manner etc. Instead of such calculated process, instead I succumb to a more dreamlike intuition where my brain can just fire whatever.

For these ikran, I must feel like I am them, to create their appearances. For the same character, like Kxasi, even for a long period of time, I've been getting the same results with this process...

I imagine the na'vi during their 'Iknimaya' (or equivalent), the type of feeling I would have about them as a person, as if they stood in front of me.

Then, I imagine I'm indeed an ikran looking at them, - what kind of a mental and emotional being would I be, to feel particularly drawn to this na'vi? I imagine the feelings.

These feelings inform me of the ikran's whole design, as well as personality.

Kxasi's ikran Ngulya is a character I can understand, put myself into, imagine her feelings and personality/temperament from the inside, and how she'd feel even when connected with Kxasi's consciousness via tsaheylu.

I can also imagine how Kxasi feels connected to her.

Their personalities contrast each other. Kxasi is hot-headed and energetic, while Ngulya is a calming presence. Usually, Ngulya even discourages Kxasi's antagonistic impulses when they're connected.

However, if overwhelmed by the need to protect, Ngulya's mind will be drunken on quite the berserker's adrenaline, - also affecting Kxasi that same way. Their minds will melt into one demonic entity with the sole goal of turning someone into minced meat. This can be triggered by putting their loved ones or personal home etc. in danger.

Ngulya resembles my favorite, now-deceased dog Lola a lot by her personality. Her 'feel' is very much like what Lola was, even though I did not intentionally create her in Lola's image.

She's funny and silly like Lola, obsessive and persistent in tasks like Lola, has basically endless energy to run (fly), hunt and play, - and there is a soft comforting energy to her. She's also fiercely territorial and protective, - just like Lola... I definitely see her as a Pisces, like that dog was, also.

[easy-there-leftovers]

Magnum Opus Ch. 2

When an MIT prodigy on their gap year is contacted by the FBI regarding potential involvement in a series of murders in Washington D.C., she must now cooperate to uncover how paintings are mysteriously appearing at the crime scenes.(Written with Season 1-4 Spencer in mind, but the timeline could be anywhere pre-season 12. No mentions of past cases)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Artist! reader|cw: Canon-typical violence|word count: 2.6k words

Notes: I made up a bunch of chemicals and their chemical properties up so shhhh!! Also, I'm not American, I have no contextual understanding of the distance of one place to another. The US is large enough.

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“Anything new?” Rossi asked as he and Prentiss returned from the crime scene, making his way into the space the MPDC made for the BAU. Surveying the area as he does before stopping abruptly.

“Forensics are running tests on her stuff. She brought everything in. Apparently she didn’t know anything about the murders before we interrogated her.” Morgan shifts his weight from leaning against a desk to approaching  JJ who motions for his help across and out of the room.

“And she’s here with us in the room, why?”

 Hotch feels the scrutiny of his friend’s eyes, so he turns his sight away from where you and Reid stood. 

“Reid doesn’t think she fits the profile and wants her insight on the case. I trust his judgment, so I allowed it.”

“You said that?” Emily asks with furrowed brows. 

“Well, non-verbatim, I said that her knowledge on–”

“And you allowed our prime suspect to help with a case?” The unit chief sighs when Dave interrupts Reid but stays firm.

“I don’t enjoy the idea of it either, but she’s the only lead we have.” 

Rossi shrugs, but keeps a watchful eye on the young pair. Only turning away when Emily starts to debrief the earlier crime scene.

She recounts that they had found Jonathan Edwards’ body, aged 28, seated on the previous apartment owner’s couch. One hand across his chest, and the other placed on his lap. A pose that they assume was the closest their unsub could get to mirroring the man in the painting. 

Same M.O. Cleaned wounds, no IDs, sharply dressed. 

The dark haired woman adds the pictures of the crime scene to the growing collage on the board.

 Seeing all of this was like a backstage view, which excited you! But knowing that your work might have inspired someone to kill? Not so much. 

“When you look at the victimolgy, there are no obvious links. Their occupation, race, and gender are all different. Our unsub here seems mission oriented, only targeting people that bear a striking resemblance to Dr. L/n’s subjects and murdering them in their own homes…”

 You sigh as Spencer continues, eyes searching though the unsettling images.

“They’re someone that the victims might’ve been interested in. Someone that could contact them or schedule to meet in a formal setting. The victims weren’t reported missing until they didn’t show up for work, suggesting that they had met in private on their off hours. They’re also highly educated, likely with a background in chemical engineering or a related field with permission to operate in a lab. Or at least a private space like one. This level of intelligence is evident in the precision the bodies were handled with and the synthesized 5-durastelene in the paint.”

“So we’re looking for someone who is charismatic, well connected, and had access to a lab at some point.” Emily simplifies. 

“Their area of activity is concentrated in the east.” You mention, looking at the map and noticing the pattern of the bodies’ location as it crosses three states. “That’s probably their comfort zone. They either live there or are stationed there for their job.”

You assess the distance. “Assuming the place those three were killed and the place they were found are different, he must be comfortable traveling with a body.” 

He shifts his focus from the board to you, but you keep your vision stationary. “Do you know anyone like that? Someone from there that you’d be on unfriendly terms with? A colleague, a mentor?” 

Well that caught your attention.

“...You think they’re trying to incriminate me?” You feel the space between your brows twitch when you ask. Still staring at the map.

He frowns a little at that and responds. “Do you think they’re not?”

“Well–” You start, but then feel nervous feeling all the attention on you. You’re a little overwhelmed, but press on anyway. “I’m not saying that, it just—seems like a few ‘why’s’ are missing.” 

Why bother adding a painting? Why bother even making them? Why bother mixing durastelene, a compound that would definitely alter the paint’s integrity given its properties, to replicate something the public wouldn’t even know you made? All questions you asked with a more steady tone.

“Let’s not get carried away, kid. We’re trying to see the big picture first.” The senior in the room says.

Picking at the skin of your lips, you acquiesce and turn to finally look at Spencer. 

Spencer feels his eyes flick to your fingers first then to your eyes. “I think they’re trying to send you a message.” 

He looks back to the pictures of your paintings on the scene. Trying to see if he’s missed something.

 “They might believe that by recreating your work, they’re challenging you– establishing a level of superiority. You said that no one should have access to your paintings, so this must have been someone that once knew you intimately and is now mocking you to make a point. It’s not just about incrimination—they’re trying to reach out to you.”

You feel the space between your brows twitch again.

You can think of a few people who might dislike you; competition is expected in the academic world. But the obvious signs of fixation on you suggests two possibilities: you're either being seen as a rival or as an idol.

It’s unlikely that anyone sees an unemployed PhD student with burn-out syndrome as a worthy rival. 

And something tells you that if they really wanted to place the blame on you, they wouldn’t go this far, in this way. 

They might as well have left a note with your name on it and that would’ve been more believable.

Then again, you could just be wrong 

You’re in a room full of professionals. You’re speculating based off of a theory that might not be applicable to your situation due to a variety of factors. There’s a reason this is their job and not yours. 

You take this thought in stride with a deep intake of breath and now slackened shoulders before responding with a careful nod.

“If that’s the case, then I think it’ll be a little hard to find someone that meets the criteria. I didn’t really have friends when I graduated from MIT, and even if I did, they wouldn’t know about my art—not because I kept it hidden–! It’s only because I started painting when I left.”

The team looked a bit sad at the revelation of your almost non-existent social circle, but quickly acted like what you said was normal.

“Let’s focus on anyone that you had worked closely with then.” You nod at that and start discussing possibilities.

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Spencer is thankful for Hotch’s suggestion as it diverts the earlier attention away from him. He wouldn’t have minded it at any other time if he wasn’t too preoccupied with thoughts of you.

Thoughts of you with regards to the case, he finds himself justifying to no one in particular.

Everyone has tells. A gesture, a change in posture, nonverbal cues that give someone away. They’re hard to hide because it's in human nature to have them. Trying to keep them hidden is essentially like holding your breath. Suspending the inevitable will only make the tells much more noticeable.

And you don’t seem to be doing that. 

On the contrary, it’s the presence of your micro reactions that are throwing him off. He has noticed five pauses, four instances of rapid eye movement, three tonal deviations, two quirks in your glabella, and now your previously leveled shoulders have dropped. 

Maybe it’s because he’s spent a lot of time with people who try to hide them, but seeing an overwhelming amount of tells manifest in you has him scrambling to figure out what each one means.

Within the two hours and 33 minutes that have passed since he was allowed into your home, the only thing he’s found out about you through your interactions is that you’re disorganized, you’re insecure about your intelligence, and that you don’t like being called doctor. 

All superficial quirks. Two hours is too long a time for him to have only figured three things out. 

He’s missing something. Or maybe he’s not looking at it from the right angle.

Before he can think more on the matter, his mind refocuses on the team. 

Penelope had called them to say that she had gone through lists of attendees from all the conferences you’ve spoken at, both private and open-house events, at Aaron Hotchner’s request. 

“I was able to pick out a few names that are poking around here and there, but I’m going to need a little more than that, my dear comrades! Sifting through names of geeks isn't really my favorite pastime.”

“Pen, narrow down the list to names from MIT. We’re looking for a student from the Chemistry programs or a lecturer that might have access to a lab.” Emily supplied, leaning onto the table where the blonde was on screen. 

“Doing just that and—oh! Would you look at that! Looks like the tools aren’t as diligent as they claim to be.” The mocking tone in her voice causes a small smile to creep on your face.

“Caltech?” The bubbly woman snorts at that.

“Anyone in their right mind knows it’s the superior choice! Tech geeks hate MIT.”

“Don’t let our tools hear you then, we have a history of going nuclear.” That certainly earned you a giggle from the woman on the other end. 

“There’s a sense of humor I can get behind! We–”

“Garica, focus.” Hotch said with urgency.

“Yes–I will! I am! So focused in fact that I’ve got a few names, but only one is super consistent—Lecturer Dr. Annaliese Andrews! Looking up this nerd as we speak and—!” 

You all heard the hitch in her breath.

“Oh no….”

“Garcia, what did you find?”

The BAU and you were silent for a moment before Penelope composed herself. “Dr. Andrews owned a lab near the Charles’ river.” 

She shows its location on screen and a picture of your mentor, Dr. Andrews with a notebook in hand, posed in front of it. The picture was from her social media update, and it couldn’t have been taken more than a year or two ago.

“She built it herself in the 80’s and maybe she wasn’t keeping up with safety protocols but eventually a fire broke out, and she–” Then you see a news headline of the same lab on fire.

“How long ago was this?” Hotch demanded. This got the attention of everyone in the room. 

“Uh,” Penelope sat in her office, frantically typing until an article showed up. “This happened around nine months ago, but it says here that her next of kin decided to keep the property.”

They’ve found a stressor.

“That’s impossible.” You countered. “Dr. Andrews had no family. No husband, no kids.”

“Who is the property under now?” Rossi pressed. 

Muttering under her breath, she continues to search. 

“Says here a month later, a workshop was built right where the lab was– Aha! It’s under 35 year old Liam Turner, freelance photographer. He’s got a studio on Bay State Road.” 

Penelope pulls up an image of an almost unremarkable looking man on screen along with a scan of his BA in Visual Studies from Harvard.

“What the hell…” You don’t recognize this guy at all. 

“Do you know him?” Hotch asks and you say no with a shake of your head and upturned brows.

“Right now, I’m not seeing a connection between these two either—anything you guys can give me?”

You want to interject. Something about him seems familiar, but you don’t recognize him from anywhere. 

You want to ask— no–it wouldn’t be your right. They can figure this out themselves and you're still a suspect! Besides, you’re not even sure if– 

“Do you want to say something, Y/n?”

Your head shoots to the voice and you see Spencer staring back at you. Mouth slightly open which lets you know the question probably came from.

 Maybe it’s because he used your given name, maybe it’s the heavy feeling in your stomach. But regardless, his question certainly makes space for you to voice your thoughts as the room awaits your reply.

You feel your shoulders tense as you speak. “Was his name in the list of attendees?”

Garcia checks quickly but she shakes her head to say no. You thought so.

You ask a different question. “Then uh, can you pull up surveillance footage at any of the conferences?”

She does just that and presents a split-screen video from a month before you graduated. One camera was stationed at the back of the room, and the other overhead from where you stood. She speeds it up as the team watches not much movement until Spencer points something out with a start.

 He gestures to the upper right corner where a lone camera man stands on the side, and asks their tech analyst to zoom in.

There lied the face of the man from earlier search with a camera in hand. The thing that makes him special though, Spencer says, is that based on the angle he was holding the lens at, he was focusing only on you and not on your projection.

“He was in the room, but not in the list.” He furrowed his brows.

You shook your head. “He probably wasn’t an official attendee, someone that a lecturer could’ve requested the assistance of last minute— anyways, can we see where the pictures he took were used? Like articles, tabloids?”

“Absolutely, just give me a second…” You all watch a bunch of sites pop up as Garcia combs through anything that may be related. 

In no time however, she comes across a website. 

There on the screen, for all of the team to see, was a blog, or maybe a portfolio, that had snippets from interviews, headlines, and pictures that featured you. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it looks like any image of you that would show up if you were googled were credited under him. 

Conferences. Campus surveys. Even candid conversation with school representatives.

Penelope digs deeper until she finds the first upload. A picture of a sunset taken somewhere on a bridge with a notebook and pen on its ledge. Though it might not have been enough for most people to recognize, Spencer notices it immediately. 

“Garcia, can you pull up the picture of Dr. Andrews with her lab?”

She does just that and he only needs one look before he turns to address his colleagues. “The notebook is the same! His initials, ‘L.T.’ are on her notebook cover, and this picture!”

And as much as you wished you could sympathize with Spencer’s excitement, you were feeling very overwhelmed at the moment. 

Case and point; first you find out your mentor is dead, then you find out you have a stalker that possibly hates your guts. Find out that said stalker may or may not be related to said mentor, who may or may not hate you, and now you have to digest the possibility of him being a murderer as some sort of vengeance arc?

You shake the thought away.

The tie between him and the victims is still something you don’t get. Clean wounds,  no IDs, sharply dressed.

 So you ask.

“Any chance the victims visited Turner’s studio before they disappeared?”

Analog photo developers have no problem working with a lot of chemicals, and IDs are commonly taken for legal confirmation, you share with the team. The only reason they’d be dressed like that was if–

“They—-all booked an appointment with him.”

You almost regret asking.

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[kaileedraws]

Introduction: Adrien Agreste

Hey fellow miraculers! Here’s Adrien and a little about how he’s going to be portrayed in this AU. I’ll list the characteristics and/or problems that I saw in the show and then delve into how I’m going to take things here. Most of the issues I found in his character is just that his issues aren’t really talked about, but the subtext of a great character is there and he definitely has main character potential

1. His outfit

This is honestly a budget issue/creating recognizable characters for the show, but like all characters, I want to see more Gabriel Agreste fashion on him.

2. Love interest or main character?

In the show, it’s said that he’s the main character, but he doesn’t appear as such. A lot of his emotions, struggles, and life isn’t delved into as much as Marinette, yet he has so much potential. He’s a teenage Rapunzel trapped in a tower waiting for his ladybug in shining armor to come save him. I want to explore not only his fears of losing his freedom, but also his experimentation with rebellion and standing up to his father.

3. Adrien as a Model

In the show, his life as a model isn’t talked about really much, he just thinks it’s boring and it’s a nuisance to him. However, with some research, I discovered how horrible it can be. For one, Adrien would become desensitized to personal space and being touched without permission, putting him into awkward positions in his job and even with classmates. He would get taken advantage of a lot easier. As a model and celebrity, Adrien would also experience Parasocial Confusion — which is when a celebrity has difficulty distinguishing between genuine personal connections/love and relationships/infatuations of fans. This would make relationships with him incredibly difficult.

Additionally, model assault is a huge thing in the fashion industry. Unfortunately, because Adrien is such a pushover and people pleaser, this puts him up to be a prime target for abuse that he probably thinks is just normal (yes this happens, I promise, it sucks.) I want to see a huge character arc with him learning about personal boundaries and learning how to enforce them, with his friends teaching him what is Ok and what is not socially.

4. His personality before his mother dies

If I’m not mistaken, I don’t think we ever get much insight into how Adrien is like before Emilie “disappears.” From what we know about her, she is a princess and an actress, which brings me to my headcanon:

Emilie brought Adrien up on broadway shows, fairytales, and romances — this would explain why he has an “old fashioned” ideology that “boys save girls” (S3E3). This would also explain his gentlemanly behavior— like he was literally written/taught his behavior by a princess (he was. Her name is Emilie).

Inspired by musical theatre and the arts, Adrien began to take dance classes, where he meets Chloe Bourgeois — Emilie is to blame for this, and Gabriel would rather him take fencing, but he gives in. Chloe and Adrien become childhood friends through dance and being partnered often is how they became so close. Based on his “breakdancing” moves as Chat Noir, I think it would also be reasonable that he took other forms of dance too, like hiphop.

As Emilie started to get sicker and sicker, his ambitions for dance and the arts faded. He began fencing like his father wanted to and abandoned dancing. He and Chloe still remained close friends — as this was the only friend he was allowed to have. Gabriel knew Chloe’s dad, after all.

Although Emilie was portrayed to be kind, beautiful, and caring, it’s easy to paint memories of a person better than they actually were. Although she was those things, Emilie also was dramatic, hotheaded, and emotional. If Adrien did something wrong, she’d be quick to scold him harshly, but then just as quick to apologize for her outburst. Toward the end of her life, she was also rather absent from Adrien’s life, as she didn’t have much energy to take care of him anymore. It was difficult for her to take care of him as she got more and more sick, and he would often try to be the best little boy he could because he didn’t want to be a burden on top of her sickness. I mean remember, the last 3 years his dad had gotten him a freaking PEN for his birthday. This occurred when Emilie was still alive.

The person who raised him the most was Nathalie — as his mother became weak, and Gabriel became absent

5. Mental health and coping so he isn’t akumatized

Headcanon that to keep himself from being akumatized, Gabriel has him talk to a counselor who prescribes him multiple medications that work a little TOO well. Meaning? Let’s just say that he starts to become numb to feelings and that it’s just another way for his father to control him — His rebellion streak is going to hit hard yo.

Despite these methods, he’s still going to get akumatized — don’t worry, no one is safe.

His mental health illnesses insinuated from the show include depression, ADHD, parasocial confusion, abandonment trauma, social anxiety disorder, attachment disorder/trauma (which leads to lack of boundaries), and to add some spice, probably claustrophobia (or just feeling trapped). This poor boy has so much he needs to shift through and I’m excited to guide him on an arc to healing.

Conclusion

I think Adrien is my favorite character simply because of how there are certain aspects of him that I heavily relate to — plus he’s such a kind soul who has every right to turn into a villain but stays a sunshine golden retriever boy. It takes a lot of strength and determination to go through so much and be good in the end. I can’t wait to write him in this AU and give the boy the healing and happiness he deserves. There’s so much more I could talk about with him, but this is just the beginning!

[omega-e123]

i love the way you write Shadow. I don’t know it’s just so in character of him. Not overly flirtatious, but is subtlety suave at affections. 🙏

AHDOSHSOSHSJSS

THANK YOU V MUCH!! REALLY!! IT MEANS A LOT TO ME

It makes me happy to know I’m not deviating too far from his canon personality. (Even though Boom!Shadow that…. I will ignore. IDW is a hit or miss, theres def some characterization I don’t like, and some spot on from past renditions.)

“Mini” Ranting about out his character below.

I like to think that he’s not really familiar with romantic love. It’s all pretty new to him, but that doesn’t mean Shadow isn’t completely in the dark. hehe

To me, he seems like the type of guy to begrudgingly (/p) go to Rouge and Amy for advice, tips, help. Take things nice and easy.

Shadow’s a smart guy! He can figure things out.

Look at him in SA2 when interacting with Eggman. The mysterious mild manipulation of promise granting him a wish if Egg did his bidding for Chaos emeralds. That’s just one example.

He’s also gentle and kind when he wants to be. At heart a really caring person.

Obviously, his relationship with Maria is a prime example.

There’s the instance of when Amy went to hug him from behind, mistaken for Sonic. He doesn’t push her away. Let’s it happen, stay there until she’s realized her mistake. Looking at the cutscene, it sort of looks like when she runs off, Shadow’s curious about her.

Then the time where he saves Rouge from blowing up, risking his self. It was SO close. The timing of when Shadow came to pick her up. There’s ‘06 too. Which again, I think is his best character arc. The power slide to catch Rouge from falling. OOG. I LOVE THAT SCENE SO MUCH. There’s also in heroes where he gets her to safety when Omega went berserk.

Helped out Sonic too— Most notable ones I can think of is jumping in front of Silver, allow Sonic to escape and save Elise. The other one is when the Phantom Ruby copy of him went to fuck Sonic up and he intervened. Also the entirety of Sonic Prime!

I DIGRESS.

Shadow can also at the same time be a smug, prideful, little shit. Loot at that face!!! He’s so proud of himself.

Of course he’s going to distance himself from people. Imagine having someone you deeply care about die right in front of you again. There’s nothing more that could have been done to save you. Yeah, I’d avoid getting too close to people too!

Shadow is a little meow meow that is doing his best. Give this guy a hug.

Update:

After SxSh Gen, he is shown to be SO much more expressive and more open with his emotions with Maria and Professor Gerald. Spoilers ahead!

After meeting them again, he's quick to think about saving them, not thinkng about the consequences of what that may bring.

His anxiety being shown. Reassuring not only them but himself that his family will be fine. Along with actually showing his panic when they begin to disappear. The facial expression and Shadow's tone of voice. He's not hiding it at all.

GOSH THE SMILE. HIS SMILE. THE SLOW WALKING BACKWARDS, NOT WANTING TO BREAK CONTACT WITH MARIA.

As his relationship grows with his significant other, the more connected to his emotions and safe he feels to display them to you and ONLY YOU.

I definitely think comparing his personality 1 year into the relationship versus 10 years is drastic. First year, he's more cautious. Not just with his inner thoughts but with accidentally offending you. Shadow knows he can be blunt and straight forward. Over time he's so much more comfortable telling you waht is on his mind. Shadow still needs his time to brood and collect himself; however, it comes more naturally to him to reach out when needed.

[doshi-sukiru]

Do you have any more random headcanons for TFOne Shattered Glass? Like, maybe about how Megatronus Prime interacts with Megatron via their shared TCog (I LOVE THAT btw!!!) or if the decepticons are fighting off the Autobots and the Quintessons, or just one of them? Also, I remember Megatronus Prime used a spear, does Megatron use that as well, or does he stick to his canon?

(Also your sg designs are so pretty, especially Megatron, I love the detail about the purple sheen to his armor!)

I hope you are having a wonderful day!

Ofc I do! I have quite a few made with @angstychilz!

Headcannons!

Some other ships apart from megop that exist in this au: Blitzbee, Jazzprowl, and Skystar

The high guard are all connected through a major com, which Soundwave uses in the morning to blast some old school Cybertronian beats to help the bots wake up early and to get his own morale up. The first time Megatron wakes up from it, it scares the fuck out of him. He might have accidently punched Starscream out of adrenaline when the other mech woke up beside him confused-

Megatron can never predict when Megatronus's spark speaks to him. It's a hit-or-miss situation on his side. He sometimes gets found by the other Decepticons talking and, sometimes, yelling to himself in anger, and it confuses everyone.

Megatronus will occasionally watch from afar Megatron suffering, and sometimes laughs at him for his minor mistakes, which only encourages more yelling from Megatron.

Similar to Megatron's TCog, the other TCogs and the matrix also act similar! So Solus Prime would talk to Elita and Onyx Prime would talk to B-127 (I don't remember exactly what cogs they were given tbh-). The matrix acts as a hub spot, where all the Primes gather and discuss with each other and Optimus. Note: none of the primes know that Megatronus can communicate with Megatron, and assume his cog was lost to the pit. Optimus does not know about this either.

The Decepticons don't fight the Quintessons often. If they show up near their location they'll fight, but otherwise keep to themselves. Same as the Autobots after Megatron saw how ruthless they would be against the Decepticons.

Megatronus's spear isn't used by Megatron. With Megatronus's help he'd find it with the other Primes corpses, have it repaired with Shockwave's help and even alter it to become more easier to carry, since the spear is both heavier and bigger than Megs. He only sees it as a backup, and keeps it transformed as a small pocket-sized tube to keep at his side. He prefers to be at a distance from the battlefield to strategize better.

Sentinel's frame was smelted and forced into a grisly statue laying at the feet of a statue of Optimus Prime, and it placed in the central area of Iacon. It's meant to acknowledge the sol that the "true Prime" reclaimed Iacon, as well as a morbid message to any rebellious bots who might try to go against him what the consequences may be.

Any mech or femme who tries to leave Iacon to join the Decepticons in secret have to escape Jazz and Prowl. Live or die, it matters not. Regardless of the outcome, your existence in Iacon will cease to exist. You will be considered a 'missing mech' or considered an enemy to the peace Optimus brought. So far, only Blitzwing has actually managed to escape them with some injuries, and that was with Bee's help.

Optimus knows how his words can get any mech to follow him if he says the right ones. This is how he keeps the people of Iacon under his whim, and focuses on the people's needs often to keep up the image. Remember, his original dream was that all were treated equal. And he is going to fulfill it as a Prime, and make sure all bots are treated equally. Under him, where they belong.

Optimus still cares about Megatron, but in a possessive way. To him, he only sees his D-16 reframed and misguided by the Seeker Starscream's words, and kept hidden by the high guard. He regrets banishing his old companion, and will go on secret missions while leaving Elita in temporary control to seek out the Decepticons location to steal Megatron and force him to follow their ways, just as D-16 would do back then.

Addition to that hc^- He keeps a bust of D-16 in his private room (don't ask how he got it or who made it, they died after making it) and often talks to the bust like it was D-16, which confuses the other Primes at times, and Megatronus often questions what Megatron actually sees in him.

Megatron sees how many of the Decepticons need repairs, and figures out that the cyberdeer are very useful for scrap. He understands the idea of overhunting, and instead creates an area for them to specifically live within the hidden location of the Decepticons. He keeps a few in farther locations around the location to act as signals, and had Soundwave take care of the ones farther away, since he knows how much the mech enjoys the creatures

Addition to that^- Shockwave keeps Soundwave away when they are needed for scraps and actively lie to him that they freed them elsewhere to prevent him from crying. When Thundercracker told him the truth he didn't leave his berth for a good cyber-week before Rumble and Frenzy convinced him to. He forever holds it against them whenever he has the chance.

This is based off of this hc (angsty and I had a whole convo about this-) - to summarize, it was fate that D-16 died, if only to push Orion to become the Prime he was meant to be and continue Primus's Legacy, but the return of Megatron causes a shift in this 'fate,' and while Primus himself can't actually try to have him killed, but implement that mindset to some of the Autobots to keep fate balanced, and to ensure Optimus stays on the path he was given as Prime instead of wanting Megatron.

Bee's descent to becoming Goldbug isn't a pretty one. Optimus gave him 3 strikes, and he lost every one when it came to helping Megatron escape Optimus and helping Blitzwing despite his orders.

Elita acts 100% like Starscream when Optimus doesn't return within a sol. When Optimus returns she acts like she was just keeping things under control for him. Optimus knows, but he doesn't mind, since not much changes, and she only acts like this in his absence.

Skyfire was a Decepticon, and had left with the high guard in the beginning, before eventually leaving and becoming an Autobot to protect his and Starscream's sparkling because they would have a better future in Iacon than on the surface

SOME NFSW HCS!!

Optimus is a top, and Megs is a bottom. Optimus has a silver tongue, and always convinces Megs whenever in private.

They did have a moment when they were alone after the factions were made, and after Megs begged Optimus to show him that Orion was still inside there, they did it.

Megatronus was the first to notice Megatron was carrying Optimus's sparkling in him after a cyber-week or so from that night.

The Decepticons get extremely protective for Megatron after finding out he was sparked, and Optimus was the sire. Starscream and Soundwave always make sure he's kept comfortable and safe and hidden from both the Autobots and quints.

The moment Optimus learns that Megs is sparked, he gets more ruthless in battle, and will tear apart any mech who fails to find Megs by now.

Any other questions can go to my inbox!

[quirekey]

Part two of sentinel and femme reader fic pls!!! Really loved the first part, Tysm🙏💗💗

PART 1

Golly, part 2 it is then :)

TW: Forced relationship, Implied SH, Blackmail

• SENTINEL PRIME x FEMME!READER •

[ sentinel prime x cybertronian!femme!queen!reader ]

With no room to argue, you slowly opened your chassis to show your spark. You were vulnerable but you had nothing to lose. Sentinel opens his chassis to show his spark and closes the distance between you and him. Both your sparks electrified and glowed, a warm aura hugging the both of you as you slowly relaxed and shut your optics.

You woke from your unconscious form, waking with a harshly aching spark. It is electrified and magnetised inside, pounding against your chassis. It swirled with a bright blue glow and it hummed a gentle melody, ringing quietly. You shut your optics harshly as you were in a strong feeling of denial. You were in a forced bond, a bond that only the most special of bots should feel for one another. Though you loved Sentinel beforehand, you have lost these feelings over time when you left him.

You both are greedy for different things, you both see your citizens in different ways, you both are the same but in a different way. Though Sentinel may be just like you, you know deep down that you both aren’t made for each other for a reason.

You sat up in the berth that was delicately made just for your body type, the metal feeling soft and gentle against yours. The same structural aesthetic was made. Shiny gold pillars, sharp edges and smooth surfaces. Seemingly everything in this building had the same architectural design and characteristics.

Some pattering became louder and the one and only, Sentinel Prime, came in with a smile full of mischievous greed. His frame reflected the light off of the walls, beaming blue.

“Hello darling! Seems like you’re awake, took you long enough…”

His tone changed from his usual stoic voice to a seemingly impatient one very quickly.

“Fate has finally chosen the right answer for the both of us. We have finally connected into the strongest bond in all of Cybertron. You can not escape my grasp.”

“Shove it, Sentinel. You know that I don’t love you anymore.”

Sentinel then came up to you with a forced smile, his eyebrow twitching. He grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger and forced you to face him.

“Shut it, Y/N. You are now stuck with me. I have announced it to all of Iacon, so if you leave me then we will have problems.”

He then pulled his arm away and scoffed. He backed away and gave a smile that only you could see through.

“So, what about you oblige and obey me? If you don’t, you will then soonly meet your fate in the palm of my hand, if you know what I mean.”

“Sentinel… You really did change…”

You backed away in your berth, a panicked expression falling onto your face. You decided to not fight back or you may just be slapped. It was now harder to predict him, you didn’t understand him anymore. You were stuck in a hole that was impossible to climb out of.

Sentinel chuckled to himself and made his way out. He put himself to a stop and spoke up with a charmingly devious tone.

“You should get ready, sparkmate. You will have many fresh optics on you very soon…”

He then exited the room, leaving you there. How the weight of your mentality was dropped onto you. The power of your feelings fell upon you and caressed you into a dark embrace, an embrace nobody could ever get rid off or escape from. Your feeling of hope was draining and dimming by the second, the sparkling feeling slowly fading from your spark. Oh how you just wanted to curl up and slowly offline and wither, only if that was so easy.

You forced yourself up from your berth and a high-guard immediately bursted in. They grabbed you by your arm and dragged you to a station where you then got your metal cleaned and was given a very exquisite paint job. You were impressed on how well each spray was calculated. Seemingly the paint was made of the finest of ingredients.

You made your way to Sentinel Prime who sat at his throne. He was just relaxing and waiting for you, he was definitely getting impatient so thankfully you just finished. He got up from his throne and went down to you, taking your hand into his with a gentle grip.

…

After you were introduced to all of Iacon, you were sent straight back to your room. You were sitting in the corner, gripping harshly onto your helm. All you wanted to do was slice a massive scar across your chassis and one stab into your spark. You did not have freedom over yourself anymore, you were under the control of Sentinel Prime and the pressure of all of Iacon. Sentinel Prime threatened to tell everybody what you have done to your ‘lost city’ and also will ruin you if you disobeyed him.

…

Sentinel came into your room with a grin. He went up to you and put his hands on your face, caressing your features in a soothing motion. His optics gleamed with both love and greed and his smile spoke many words. He forcefully pulled you close and your chassis as against his.

“How I waited so long for this moment, I’m surprised it didn't happen sooner…”

TO BE CONTINUED

[rubberduckyrye]

Okay DRV3 Fans Let's Talk about Canon Ages.

Because I woke up and my brain connected the dots, and because some of you are fucking weird about High-school students. So let's clear the air here--and let's just say they're probably over 18 years old.

In my Gonta rant (which yes I'm linking here, go read it) I call him a young adult. Some people are under the impression (like that anon I got last night) that the V3 cast is canonly 16 or younger due to... whatever the fuck reason. But! I am here to argue a counter point--that the V3 Cast is actually much older and are more college age than young highschoolers.

First of all, let's remember the fact that in all DR games, the cast has gone to high school for some amount of years before their memories are wiped. V3 Also has this feature, and it is within the canon story that these kids remember attending HPA.

Now whether or not you believe this to be true is irrelevant right now because I need you to remember that the backstory for these characters was that they were being hunted down by the Ultimate Hunt, which means they were Ultimate Students at HPA first. Then they had their memories wiped to go into hiding. Yada yada.

The important part actually comes from Kirumi, however. Kirumi is the character that proves that the V3 cast is older than 18 years old.

Remember this tidbit--where Kirumi was the maid of the Prime Minister? Well, when do you think she became the maid for the Prime Minister, do you think?

I have an answer for you.

This is the dialogue from Kaito's "My Future" cutscene from DR:S. The "My Future" Cutscenes take place at the end of the run with the character chosen, and DR:S takes place right at the end of their 3rd year of attending HPA.

Kirumi doesn't specify who she will be working for, but considering that this person is such a big deal what she felt the need to consult Kaito about it, to help her sort out her feelings, I think we can all agree this is heavily referencing V3's plot where she is the Prime Minister's Maid.

This means that Kirumi only took the job as the Prime Minister's Maid at the very end of high school.

That means that by the time V3 runs around, she's well out of high school.

Now you can argue that V3 and DR:S aren't in the same canon--and you'd be right! I would never consider them to be canon to one another. However, this scene shows that in DRV3 and in DR:S, the intention for Kirumi to have been the Prime Minister's maid started at the very tail end of her time in high school. Same character, same backstory, different situation.

Meaning by that logic, Kirumi--as well as her other classmates--are over 18 years old in V3.

They are young adults.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

https://www.tumblr.com/blueberrypancakesworld/771479516983984129/hello-dear-i-wanted-to-send-a-request-yandere?source=share

Hello. This post was great. 🤩💕 Could you write a version where the children (Viserys and the reader's children) and Rhaenyra are yandere platonic to the Queen? Maybe they inherited this yandere behavior from their father Viserys. Thanks 🥰😍😘💖

Our love to you

Targaryen family x Queen!reader

warning : yandere behaviour, obsession, manipulation, blackmail,

Summary : The Queen was a woman held together by love, whose love for Viserys balanced on the royal crown and her children were her support. But children, they were the blood of the dragon through and through and a dragon, just like the king, will never leave the treasure alone.

info : I'm glad you liked it so much, Yandere Viserys is just cute, have fun with the ‘successor’ fic, I hope the kids are okay it was a bit difficult to develop the personalities out of nothing and thanks for the requests.

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The prequel

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Rhaenyra - The realm's delight : Rhaenyra the eldest child of Viserys and her stepdaughter, the first and eldest princess of the realm whom she had met in her prime and taken in as her own daughter. A Targaryen whose blood was tinged with dragons and fire, but also with goodness through her late mother Aemma who was a great support to her, a place she tried to fill as best she could. But like her father, Rhaenyra was aware of her power, she was the firstborn forever her father's favourite inside...something she didn't take full advantage of but the violet eyes saw behind the façade of her parents. ,,My chamber is always open for you dear," she told the queen, placing a hand on the elder's shoulder, the same gesture Viserys always used, a subliminal message, an insistence that they could both talk about anything. That the dragons of House Targayren were everywhere, that Rhaenyra only wanted the best for everyone and especially for her. She would often find herself with Rhaenyra on her dragon Syrax, not seeing the watchful gaze behind the violet eyes that watched her, telling Viserys everything he wanted to know. After all, it was love and care she would not be able to bear to lose a mother again and she would not allow it.

Baelon - The heir : The first-born son and heir to the crown, Prince Baelon is a few years younger than Rhaenyra but in no way inferior to her. He loved his family, his siblings and above all his parents, he was aware of his heritage, aware of his claim and aware that if the kingdom had to hold together it had to start with the royal couple. Violet eyes, dark but dragon-like, kept looking at his mother, he saw the pain, saw that he would be the only one who could take care of her and had to ,,I thought I would read for you" he kept coming to her in the bedchamber. He read for her, from poems to stories, while his hand kept going to the ring with the family seal. Small gestures that would prove successful, his conversation with her would become even more intense if she ever dared to leave the castle, even if it was only to Dragonstone. He was the heir and showing loyalty to his mother and honouring his father's wishes was what any good future regent did.

Alyssa - The singing Dragon : The image of her mother was reflected in the second princess of the realm, though her inner self was Targaryen, her outer self was the beauty of the queen. A young woman only slightly younger than her brother Baelon, but her manner was different, gentler and brighter, the best of her mother and the worst of Viserys. A voice that entertained the royal court and her parents in Valyrian, a voice that enchanted the whole realm and her mother, and a connection to dragons that came close to the greatest dragon riders. But her care and sweetness almost overwhelmed her mother, ,,I'll sing anything for you mother, take you to heaven I'll always be there for you" her daughter told her, drawing her into a gentle embrace. An embrace that was firm despite the sweet words, she loved her mother and no one would hurt her, she would sing to her forever if she had to but no one harmed the queen of the realm. It was an obsession that always made the king smile as he looked at his beloved wife and daughter. Alyssa's beloved mother seemed to belong only to her.

Aegon - The joyful : A Targaryen who was most like his father, a dragon of pride when he had to be, but rather someone who appreciated the pleasures of life in celebrations, alcohol and friends. A son who was one of the least likely to see her, whom she smiled at and encouraged whenever he slipped out of the castle with his friends and siblings to whom he was loyal. But above all a dragon who knew what his tears and gestures were worth, ,,Please mother...stay with me just a little longer" he often asked her at night to sit by his bed and tell him a story or sing to him. The tears that threatened to flow and the hand that sought hers was a mix of real and genuine, something he had seen in his father that he knew made him proud to follow the dragon's blood. But it was gestures that always worked, whenever she wanted to go to her children or her husband he kept her longer than necessary, he loved her care and concern it was only fair that he always got one.

Helaena - The dreamer : The dreaming Heleana, the image of a Tararyen with a gentleness and dreaminess that was unique. A princess who spent most of her time with her insects and stickers and Dreamfyre, always turning to her father when she had a dream that they would discuss for hours. A gift that could be as dangerous as it was merciful, but above all a gift that she always used to lift her mother out of desperate thoughts, ,,Don't worry about dragons mother, that's why insects are much more soothing" she always came to the queen to keep her company and show her the insects, embroidering and talking together with her. A calm yet possessive relationship, it seemed as if the queen could not conceive a thought without Helaena having seen it. A princess who always came to her mother when she had doubts about anything, something the Targayren could not and would not allow because it was best for her father, herself and the kingdom if the queen stayed in the castle out of pure love and care.

Aemond - The skilful : The penultimate prince, who in his boyhood years almost won over the queen with his devotion and emotion alone. Whose crying and outbursts of discontent could manipulate the queen so much that his siblings and even Viserys had to intervene at some point. A behaviour that only became more obssesive and praising when he realised that he got his mother's approval every time he won a tournament, every time he won a sword fight, ,,For you I will win the whole kingdom mother be sure of it" he swore to her and placed a kiss on the back of her hand whenever he entered a tournament and took up the sword. She had to come to all his fights, to all his trainings, she was there to encourage him, to praise him and again he took over every aspect of her life and would continue to do so, because he had not learnt otherwise from his father and siblings, he was a dragon and dragons took what they wanted.

Daeron - The loyal : Her last child, the youngest and sweetest of the princes Daeron a young prince whose love for his family was indescribable but most of all for his mother. He was especially attached to his second eldest sister Alyssa, clinging to her and doing his best to learn Valyrian in order to be even closer to the dragons, something that pleased everyone and especially Viserys, who kept referring to his last son as a little dragon whose loyalty was similar to that of his second eldest brother Aegon. He did everything to test his worthiness and his siblings loved him through and through, taking motions to their dragon whenever they could. But above all, he was the prince who had the easiest time convincing his mother, ,,Mother! Mother! Come on, I want to play, I've learnt something new, isn't that lovely?" he always came to visit her in her room and made her spend hours with him. His words and looks were so innocent that it could never be the dragon in him, no boy could be like the king, or could he?

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