#it’s a frustrating situation for both of us

[persicipen]

₊ ˙ ⊹ . 𝓟𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. KAMISATO AYATO ₊ ˙ ⊹ .

ৎ୭ — · · 2.1k ノ fem reader — distracting him from work in a certain way ノ petnames — dear . wife . darling ノ implied breeding kink . fucking against the wall ノ teasing and flirting . established relationship . marriage

When he sees you in his office room this late, he knows his frustrations with endless paperwork finally end as the long-awaited — and, what is wee embarrassing to admit, long-forgotten — break came to visit. Break, albeit used to describe many situations and events, in this particular case means you, his most beautiful wife. Ayato’s favourite type of break.

“It’s late, my dear,” he says, tone playful. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping already?”

Your fingers graze against his temple in a caring manner, and he purrs with satisfaction, allowing you to sit right beside him near the low table.

“I wanted to see you. It’s so cold in bed without you…” Your hand slowly slides from his temples to the nape, feeling your husband tremble ever so slightly at your meek touch. The warm pads of your fingertips trail across his shoulders and the area where the neck meets the broad back, resting for a bit and then gently rubbing circles against it, working through the layers of expensive garments. You don’t say anything for a few long minutes — rather, you’re fully immersed in taking care of his stiff muscles.

“Judging by the warmth of your palms, perhaps your claim is not entirely true, hm? Leaving your cosy bedding just to visit me in nothing but a flimsy robe? I sense an intrigue rather than a genuine concern.” Ayato’s hands grab yours before they escape anywhere else. He gives your knuckle a quick peck. Only once, unimpeachable, and he does this every single time you crave some intimacy after what seemed like eternity without him.

Frankly, you do not appreciate it. A pout forms immediately on your lips. They feel lonely, unkissed.

“Spare me a moment or two.” You wrap around his neck, burying your face in the curve of his shoulder and inhaling the intoxicating scent. Camellia flowers and cherry blossoms — a fragrance almost too sweet and innocent for a man such as Lord Kamisato. “I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with myself anymore if you’re not near me.”

What could have been better than enjoying all those delectable noises reserved only for him? A solid offer. No wonder you two are together, one always outsmarting another, always trying to bargain a better deal, be it a kiss, a hug, or an indecent touch during a walk in nature where even butterflies can’t seem to find a way to your secret place.

Insufferable are his thoughts now that you’ve inflicted this venom of lust into his system. If anything, the first dosage was administered long before this evening and had gone untreated due to your husband’s own unwillingness to firmly stop himself from overworking.

Ayato must say that it takes both more patience and determination than usual to fight off your beauty. The purple of his eyes never loses its enticing luster — a mystery worthy of thousands of poems dedicated solely to you. Why should he torture himself any longer while you’re within his reach, offering yourself so obediently?

“My sweet wife is already going for the kill.” His arms encircle your waist in one fluid motion. As expected, he grins to himself, feeling you shiver with excitement against his chest, gaze wandering between your parted lips and star-stricken eyes. “If your request wasn’t so very irresistible, then maybe… Oh well.”

None of you waste any more time, shamefully clawing at each other’s garments just to open them enough to continue making out. You cling to his nape as he puts one hand beneath your ass to hoist you up in order to carry you closer to him.

Every breath burns his throat until he presses you onto the nearest wall — away from the main corridor and prying ears of curious servants, which is unfortunate since he has planned something particularly scandalous involving said corridor. This one he will remember for another occasion, that is. Nothing lost. It does not matter anyway — whatever idea would’ve come to his head can be used tomorrow, a day after tomorrow, anytime, provided that the opportunity arises once again.

Ayato allows himself a brief evaluation of his abandoned tasks before getting down to business. A mere moment later, he’s fucking you relentlessly against the wooden column, your hair tangled with the surface and messy behind your head. With a warm hand on your cheek, it contrasts with the cool breeze coming through the window.

Debauched noises escape your throat without regard to decency, like waterfalls running dry after a hot summer, until there is nothing left but a silent heap of exhales.

Still starving for attention, deprived of everything your beloved husband has been reluctant to provide these past evenings, even the most minuscule gestures spark flames below your navel.

Supposedly, getting so easily wet could be considered unwelcome, always messing up your underwear, but in the company of your adored man, it’s perfect. It’s foolishly easy to slip past the entrance of your pussy and force it to catch every tiny shift of his shaft.

The quick work on your clothes made you too flustered to act before you could even explain your presence here in more detail. With an arm sneaking around your waist, he pulls you closer with a goal to slip his painfully hard cock deeper into your sodden cunt.

Alongside the kiss pressed to your forehead, his mouth lingers there for a brief moment, humming praises against your sweaty skin.

“Is this exactly what you wanted?”

“I love you.” You pant in desperation, fisting at the back of Ayato’s embroidered suit. A string of needy whines flows from your tongue in rapid succession while his lips pepper kisses over your jawline, up and down and across your heated skin until they land on the juncture of your neck, eliciting a small gasp as a reward.

“Aren’t you the most precious one? You should be aware that your words are more dangerous to my heart than any blade or poison.” The Commissioner lets his guard down, a ripple of relief and solace washing over him in the loving warmth of your closeness, and he leans into the embrace while holding you as careful as one holds an ancient vase.

“Hmm, isn’t that adorable that even you have a soft spot?” Your giggle turns into a wanton yelp as he manhandles you to fit against his lean body like a missing puzzle piece.

“Only because I adore you so dearly, I will allow myself to pause the work of utmost importance.” His fingers are brushing against the soft material of your night robe, creeping under the fabric to keep your thigh high enough for him to push his pelvis right against your clit. “It’s not as important as you, I have to admit.”

He kisses your cheek, and his lips travel down your jawline, the feather-like pecks on the side of your collarbone, and you can’t help the content sigh that escapes your mouth. His breath is ticklish, and when his teeth gently nibble the delicate skin, the gasp that follows makes him chuckle, his pace not slowing down.

“If my darling is not silent,” Ayato whispers, his hot breath fanning against your ear, “the servants may notice something unusual is happening in my private quarters.”

As if it would not rouse is excitement…

Such a threat is empty, just a fickle of a joke to raise your pulse before his pace returns to the previous rhythm. The mischievous sparkle in his eyes betrays his amusement, knowing that he will most likely fuck you dumb until you whimper out his name pleadingly, for he does not care if others hear how much of a perfect lover he is. Those working under him are long adjusted to the questionable ways of their Lord’s doings.

You can’t deny the effect it has on you, though. Especially with his hand moving to your mouth, covering it completely to muffle any delicious mewls slipping down your tongue.

“Bite it, if you have to.”

A rush of heat engulfs the pit of your stomach, your cunt squeezing his shaft hungrily. He doesn’t slow down — no, quite the opposite, as if motivated by the shame that strikes your silhouette. His thrusts are steady and merciless, and you are glad that the column is keeping you upright; otherwise, you’d collapse into his arms like a lithe rag doll.

It works like a charm on you. Heavy weight of his words, a need for control in every little detail, always caring, always considerate towards you. Although there are times where your husband will bend to your will and please you thoroughly, there are also moments like these when he won’t give you a chance to think straight, all because of such a simple reason.

He adores you to the point of addiction.

And now he wishes to enjoy you to the fullest without further pauses, reducing his duties to mere distractions that otherwise would stop him from revelling in your body.

No longer form a coherent sentence, you accept the mind-numbing sensation of his cockhead hitting the deepest spots simultaneously with his fingers rubbing at your wet, puffy clit. The tension in your core is threatening to snap at any moment, your juices soaking his length as your pussy greedily milks his shaft with each and every snap of his hips into your pliant body.

Even with limbs unable to muster out any strength to cuddle to your husband, the feeling of your hole gripping him like a vice rewiring Ayato’s mind into a mush, a delirious haze of lust. He removes his hand from your mouth, cupping your face and wiping the drool that is trickling down your chin, his thumb gently caressing the damp skin.

Dark lavender eyes follow sparkles dimming in your fluttering gaze as you try your best to not fall into bliss and close your lids. His forehead rests against yours, his breathing heavy and shallow, his lips dangerously close, and the Commissioner swallows at the familiar heat pooling in his abdomen.

“Just like this, dear,” he says softly, his voice trembling and strained. “Just a bit more.”

With a shaky sigh, he shoves his mouth against yours in a sloppy kiss to avoid any loud noise to escape him, savouring the flavour of your tongue as if you were the finest dessert prepared solely for his appetite.

Despite being unsure if you could truly make it last until your husband finds relief as well, you fight for balance on your shaking thighs while even a portion of your weight feels too much to bear on your wobbly knees. His cock swells, the pressure coiling and tightening from the inside of his balls as the release hits him like a tidal wave. As soon as his essence souses the walls of your womb white, you sob and join him in the moment of sweetest carnal satisfaction.

The sudden contractions of your cunt bring you both to the sweetest peak of pleasure, all too intense to not slump down the polished floors in a puddle of fine silk stained with your mixed essences.

Although Kamisato Ayato is the epitome of politeness and strict discipline, there is no way to deny the truth that he might turn the world upside down just to rest between the thighs of his darling wife.

The delirious euphoria comes to an end when he slips himself out of your snug cunt, soft and worn, satisfied but also amused upon noticing that some of his cum already leaked out of your hole. A pity, such a waste that his seed is seeping through the slippery gash. Maybe the idea of making you pregnant will stay with him until the next close encounter, then.

There is nothing left of composure that usually defines him as the leader of the Yashiro Commission. Instead, the sight is almost unnerving compared to his usual image. Clothes crumpled and skewed, hair ruffled atop his sheen forehead, and the pink blush adorning his cheeks. Perhaps you did him some good tonight after all, clearing his mind and relaxing the muscles tense from sitting still for hours. There are plenty of tasks left to be done — he won’t sleep even after exhausting himself — but perhaps now he’s willing to consider joining you in bed for the rest of the night.

As if hearing your thoughts, he chuckles breathlessly, scooping you up in his embrace without worrying about cleaning the mess just yet.

“There are several things I’d rather do instead of dealing with t-those reports right now...”

“Do I r-really have to coerce my beloved husband into sleeping together?”

“Obviously, no. It’s only a matter of fact that I forget about the passage of time until you have to visit my office. But wasn’t it just as sweet?” His teeth nibble at your earlobe before he laughs under his breath again.

[ooc-miqojak]

Thank God. As a healer, I'm sick of these abilities. They're no good outside of working with people you know, because a pug tank will ALWAYS use this at the exact same time a healer uses a big healing ability (ask me how I know)...thus negating all the healing they just got as they drop themself to zero, and now I have no instant heal that heals them to basically full, when they flub this ability hard...because they panicked instead of letting me do my job and use a big heal which heals for more, the lower health a tank is. (Rare is the tank that uses this ability in the correct way and nails it in a pug.)

It's important to know what abilities a tank has at hand, as their healer, but it's equally important for a tank to know what their healer can do/is good at, and trust the healer to do that. You can tell pretty quickly, as a pug tank, if your healer is struggling to keep up when the pressure is on - keep your "self-harm-defensive" ready then, but... frankly, 8/10 times a tank uses one of these abilities in a pug, they don't seem to know how to use it right, and it just ends up frustrating. I have had ONE person use this kind of ability well this year, and was duly impressed. ( Shout out to the DRK tank I had once who is the only one I've ever seen use Living Dead super well, and practically on rotation.)

I don't hate this ability in like, a situation where I'm on voice or something and the tank can notify me as a healer, of what they're going to do... so we don't both use huge CDs at the same time that basically counteract each other.

Doing dong, the witch is dead, and all that!

HOW FUCKING DARE YOU. GIVE ME BACK MY MEME. THIS ISNT YOUR JOB ITS MINE GOD DAMN YOU.

[marvelfanfics1]

Little Maybank

requested by anon

Pairing: brother!jj maybank x sister!reader

Warnings: suggestive comments/actions, brief mention of fighting, cursing, reader is a few years younger than JJ, protective!jj

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You and JJ walk side by side towards the entrance of the Pelican Yacht Club, the rest of the pogues waiting by the Twinkie for you both to get some valuable information that one of the waiters there has for a current little mission they're all on right now.

JJ has is hands stuffed into his pockets while you swing your arms back and forth, looking at all the luxurious yachts lined up by the docks.

"You think we'll have a yacht one day, Jay?" You ask sweetly.

"Sure, a big ass one for all of us." He answers with a smile, ruffling your hair a little to which you whine, batting his hand away and trying to fix it again while he chuckles.

JJ can't believe that even with how your guys life situation is he still manages to keep you far away from the harsh reality, always making sure you're not anywhere near Luke whenever he has one of his outbursts or beats him, telling you the bruises are from a fight with a kook.

All the pogues treat you like you're their little sister and protect you like one, never letting you go on their more dangerous missions and shielding you from any harm.

JJ will always see you as his baby sister, you're his responsibility and the only thing he takes seriously in his life, well of course he teases you like every normal brother does but only him, the pogues sometimes too but they know to not go too far.

Your bubbly and overall nice personality is both a blessing and a curse, your want to spread positivity everywhere you go is as admirable as it's frustrating because many people, especially kooks, don't deserve to witness your sweet nature.

Protecting you is JJ's top priority, he wants you to grow up better than he did and offer you a carefree life full of love and fun. He'll be damned if something ever happens to you.

After you both sneaked inside the club, looking for the guy that has information.

JJ finally locks eyes with him and nods his head towards the restrooms, the guy quickly getting the hint and you both walk over to them when JJ turns to face you.

"Stay right here. I'll be back in a minute." He instructs and you nod with a smile, watching him go inside the men's restroom, swaying a bit back and forth on your feet.

While you look around you hope that no one notices that you shouldn't be here, too sensitive for any confrontation no matter the reason.

A group of boys who are standing a few feet away nursing their drinks spot you. "Dude, isn't that little Maybank?

"Shit yeah. Means her dumbass of a brother can't be far. Not to mention they sure as hell aren't supposed to be here." One of them observes, a smirk forming on his face.

Your head snaps back to the restrooms as you see JJ come out again and make his way back to you. "A'ight, mission accomplished. Let's head back to the others."

You nod and you both went on when suddenly someone blocks your path.

"Whoa, not so fast, pogues. Here to steal your next meal huh?" A brunette with a smug expression teases you both.

JJ clenches his jaw, moving you behind him protectively, his hands balling at his sides. "Man, we don't want any trouble."

"Who are you trying to fool here, Maybank? Your poor asses shouldn't even be here."

JJ glares at him but unclenches his fists again when he feels your hands grab onto his bicep, trying to keep himself in check, not wanting you to see him lash out.

He took a deep breath, about to just walk past that douchebag when he hears you yelp suddenly as the guy's friend slapped your ass.

"That little beauty can stay tho." The black haired boy chuckles.

Before you could comprehend what just happened JJ swiftly turns and swings his fist, his knuckles connecting with the guy's jaw who had dared to touch you.

You gasp at that, stumbling back and against the brunette, quickly turning around to face him and without thinking twice you push him over the railing and watch him fall into the water.

Hearing several gasps from the club members and employees around you has you freezing, grappling the fact what you just did when JJ grabs your hand.

"C'mon! We gotta go!" He stresses, pulling you out of your shocked state and you instantly start running, hearing the way JJ laughs. "Oh my god that was crazy!"

Pope slides open the Twinkie's door from inside when he sees you both running and you jump in, your back hitting the wall.

"Bro drive!" JJ shouts at John B and he quickly starts the van as you and your brother keep panting.

"What the hell happened?" Kie asks, looking you both over concerned.

"You guys will never believe it..." JJ breathes heavily, glancing at you with a grin and you blush, a small smile forming on your face. "Our little angel here just pushed a kook into the water."

You're surprised when your friends start to cheer and ask questions excitedly, wanting to know what happened.

You giggle as Kie and Cleo wrap their arms around your neck from each side, their hurried questions overlapping each other.

Pope ruffles your hair just like JJ always does, and you can hear John B laughing behind the wheel, smacking it a few times while Sarah claps her hands.

Your smile stays rooted on your face, feeling happy and safe in your family's presence.

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[swrkn]

Hihi! I see you have blue lock in your fandoms you write for, do you have any ness headcannons? thank you <3

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Alexis ness x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; hii , that’s my first request for blue lock so i would like to thank you for that ! English is not my first language so im sorry if there are mistakes, my request are open !!

⇨ Thoughtful Supporter

Ness is the ultimate doting partner, almost to a fault. He's incredibly attentive, always noticing the little things that make you happy, like your favorite snacks or how you prefer your tea. He's fiercely loyal and seeks validation in the relationship, similar to how he idolizes Kaiser on the field. He wants to feel like he's your number one supporter.

One evening, you casually mention craving something sweet while you're both texting. You don't think much of it and move on with your night. The next day, there's a knock at your door, and when you open it, Ness stands there with a box of pastries from your favorite bakery. "You mentioned these yesterday," he says with a shy smile, his cheeks slightly flushed. "I couldn't let you go another day without them." You're touched by his thoughtfulness, and as you both sit down to enjoy the treats, you realize how much he pays attention to even your smallest remarks.

⇨ Your Biggest Cheerleader

He's deeply invested in your personal goals and will do everything he can to support you, much like how he supports Kaiser on the field. He'll be your biggest cheerleader, no matter what. In return, he appreciates when you show interest in his soccer career, even if it's just attending his games or asking about his training.

You're working late on a project, and Ness texts you: Don't forget to take a break, okay? You're doing amazing. A few minutes later, he shows up with a coffee in hand, ready to cheer you on.

After one of his big games, you greet him with a proud smile. "You were incredible out there," you say. His eyes light up, and he pulls you into a tight hug. "Hearing that from you makes it even better," he murmurs.

⇨ The Peace Maker

Ness hates conflict and will do his best to avoid arguments. If a disagreement arises, he'll try to resolve it calmly, often prioritizing your feelings over his own. He's quick to apologize, even if he's not in the wrong, but he appreciates it when you acknowledge his feelings too.

A minor disagreement arises when your schedules don't align, and you end up snapping at Ness out of frustration. He takes a deep breath, choosing not to escalate the situation. "I'm sorry if I upset you," he says calmly, his eyes soft with concern. "I just want us to work through this together." His willingness to approach the issue with understanding rather than anger helps you cool down, and together, you find a solution. By the end of the conversation, the tension has melted away, replaced by mutual understanding and affection.

⇨ Romantic Gestures

He's a romantic at heart. Expect surprise dates, handwritten letters, and spontaneous compliments. Ness loves making you feel cherished. His favorite thing is to cook for you, insisting that he knows all your favorite dishes. Even if it doesn't turn out perfect, he'll put his heart into every meal.

One weekend, you find a small envelope on your pillow. Inside is a handwritten note from Ness, detailing how much he appreciates you. "I just wanted to remind you how amazing you are," it reads. "Thank you for being in my life."

Ness surprises you by setting up a cozy picnic at the park, complete with a blanket, snacks, and your favorite playlist. "I thought we could use some fresh air and time together," he says, beaming.

⇨ Jealousy and Insecurity

Ness is prone to jealousy but tries to hide it. If he sees you getting close to someone else, he'll quietly fume but won't confront you directly. Instead, he'll subtly seek more of your attention to reassure himself. In moments of insecurity, he'll need you to affirm that you love him for who he is and not just for how much he supports you.

After one of Ness's matches, you find yourself talking with one of his teammates, complimenting his skills. From a distance, Ness watches, his smile faltering slightly as he sees how much you're enjoying the conversation. Later, when it's just the two of you, he hesitates before asking, "You seemed really close with him... Do you think they're funnier than me?" His voice is soft, almost uncertain. You immediately cup his face, looking into his eyes. "Ness, you're the one I love. No one else comes close," you assure him, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. His expression softens, and he pulls you into a tight hug, his insecurities melting away in your embrace.

⇨ The playful Competitor

He's surprisingly competitive when playing games with you, especially if it's something like board games or trivia. He loves teasing you when he wins but takes it gracefully if you beat him.

During a trivia night, Ness surprises you with how competitive he can get. "No way you knew that answer!" you laugh after he correctly names a random historical fact. He smirks and says, "What can I say? I'm full of surprises." When you finally beat him in the final round, he dramatically clutches his chest. "You've defeated me, but I'm proud of you," he says, making you both burst out laughing.

✵

[simpingforbots]

What if human ended up in Transfromers one

part 5 final

Megatron

D-16 was sure that Orion Pax was a horrible influence on you. You started getting in to much more trouble – you started sneaking around much more, sometimes joining Orion, running amok the miners quarters, getting all sort of unwanted attention from other bots, even if it was a good one. He was more worried that you will be seen by Darkwing and get killed. He already had enough headache with Orion shenanigans, so he had to create sort of pen for you, filled with soft material he could find, there was food and water. Most of times he would put you in there when ever you misbehaved, even if you brought him Megatronus merchandise, covering his entire charging station in his decals. But mostly he kept you there when ever he had to leave. So imagine his shock to see you sneak in to medbay after the race, running towards him. He wanted to scold you for getting out and was about to yell at you to go back, yet before he could someone’s loud footsteps alerted him and you, sending you in to hiding. After every thing and them being thrown in to 50’th sublevel, he was ready to punch Orion for getting them in this situation when your yells alerted him and he watched you fall out of the shut on conveyer belt. He managed to grab you in time before you would’ve ended up in a fire pit due to you being almost unconscious, alive but shaken. He held you close to his chest, checking on you while trying to process every thing that just happened at once. He was not ready for any thing else.

Well climbing up the trash shut with you clinging to him was not something he expected to happen, it was hard to climb with all the trash falling down. Once they were out and managed to sneak on train, he let out a sigh of relief, but not for long. One thing lead to another and they were stranded on the surface. You were covered in scrapes and bruises making D-16 worry even more, going over the board. If only you stayed in the damn pen non of this would happen to you. He kept you in arms length, literally, holding your hand like some sparkling and when you grew tiered of walking he would carry you under his arm. When they finally reached the spot, revived Alpha Trion and learned the truth about false Prime, about quintessons and what Sentinel – he was angry.  He wanted to kill the false Prime, openly and loudly voicing his concerned, echoing though the cave system as he let all the frustration out.  But when he saw you hiding behind Elita’s ped, his spark broke in half. Why were you scared of him? He did not mean for you to be scared, but before he can try and sooth you, Alpha Trion showed them out and they had to run away from other bot’s, learning how to transform, and all this time you were in danger. He tried to grab you, but the awkwardness of situation was to hard to control and you were momenteraly out of his site, problbay landing on the ground with others. After he managed to transform in to tank, he rolled forward and just in time as one of Sentinels death-guards was about to shoot you. All the rage bubble in him and he shot first, claiming the first life ever. He transform back in to his mech form, rushing towards you scooping up to check on  you. You looked alright, maybe a few more scratches but alright. And somehow you were even smaller. Now he was able to easily wrap just one hand around your torso unlike before, where he had to use both hand just to lift you and you were so small now, no bigger then his leg. He presed you to his chest relieved to see you alive and then took over the leadin of the group. You had to ride on top of him during the return and one thing lead to another and now you were presented as some kind of trophy for false Prime, locked in a gold cage and floating above the ground on a stage pad. D-16 was constantly looking between you and Sentinel, boiling with anger and refusing to stay on his knees, even after being “embraided”. He wanted this bot dead, not matter what. And when he was finally free and Sentinel on the ground, unable to defend him self, he shot, shooting Orion by accident. All sort of emotion flooded in. But one that was strong was exhaustion. He was tiered of constantly saving Orion. He was the reason they were in this situation, he was the reason you were hurt. So he won’t save him any more. He did not care about your cries as Orion fell down, he quickly and painfully dealt with Sentinel, ripping him un half in front of the crowed and claimed his new name – Megatron. And a new T-cog, that gave him even more height. He fired at statues, sending you hiding in some crevice. His red eyes quickly shifted to your hiding spot. Oh, now you decide to hide, after all the trouble you got your self in to? Hilarious. He loudly thumped towards your hiding spot, kneeling down and peaking in all while other caused mayhem around. You were there, deep in the hole, curled and staring at him with wide eyes, shaking from loud noise. He growled with dissatisfaction, immideatly trying his best to get you out of there. His servos dig around, digits trying to wrap around any part pf your body, and after some time he manages to get you out. Primes, you become even smaller, but now he does not care. Or has time as he immideatly get his face punched by rejuvenated Orion. They fight and in the end he is banished from Iacon and you hid behind Prime. Megatron, grumbling walked past him.

“Pet” he looked at you from behind, turning his head slightly so that he can see you, his red eyes glowing brightly. You stood by Optimus. “ come.” You shook your head, to scared to go any wear near the bot who just strated killing bots left and right . it angered him very much. He turned around, rage boiling in his chest as his loud voice echoed though entire Iacon “NOW!” You jumped in your skin, hiding behind Optimus. He left with a grumble and a promise that he will come back for you.

[thevividai]

They can never make me hate you Tilikum 🫶🏻

For those who don’t know Tilikum was a 35 year old male orca who was kidnapped from his pod at two years old to be sold off to a park in canada called “Sea land” where he got abused by the other orcas because the trainer wouldn’t feed the other orcas if Tilly didn’t do the trick right (mind you he was a BABY.)

He killed a girl named Keltie Byrne while at Sealand. While his motives for that was unclear it was theorized to be because of his frustration since he was constantly raked and abused by the other orcas every night.

A while later Tilly was sold to SeaWorld where he was constantly used as a “breeder” because of his size and genetics despite his record of killing people. One day the morning shift found a dead naked man in Tilly’s tank later identified as David P Dukes who had broken into seaworld and had seemingly tried to swim with Tilly, He was found drowned with several injuries. Seaworld said Tilly hadn’t killed him and that he was just was trying to play with the corpse. Which i have a 50/50 opinion on, i could see Tilly trying to play with the body but also i could see Tilly being the cause of David’s death. Mainly because Tilly also got abused and outcasted by the orcas at SeaWorld, His only company was the humans who he was trained by, He was constantly stressed and starved and hurt due to both seaworld and the orcas. He had no output for his emotions. Just a empty concrete pool too small for him, So either way he had done something to David wether he be alive or dead, I just think Tilly was doing it out of frustration.

Despite this happening Tilly was still used in shows and in a breeding program, Trainers said that Tilly was eager to please and happy to be around them, He was also incredibly gentle with his very sick offspring even though the calf ended up dying (i can’t remember their gender and i can’t find it anywhere but they were possibly male, they didn’t even get named.)

Tilikum didn’t want to be a violent orca. He just wanted to be free. He spent his entire life in what was basically a bathtub with iirc 27 other orcas. Imagine being locked in a bathtub your entire life with people who hate you and want to hurt you. Only ever getting fed if you do tricks right.

That was Tilikum’s life.

In 2010 during a dine with shamu, Tilikum had went above and beyond on a trick, But he hadn’t heard the whistle to come back and get his reward, When he had come to get it his trainer, Dawn Brancheu had to tell him no since he hadn’t come at the recall, She was also running low on fish to which Tilikum could tell thanks to the ice rolling around in the bucket.

Tilikum should NOT have been in these shows in the first place. While i sympathize and love Tilikum it does NOT change the fact he was a liability to the trainers. Tilikum should’ve been released back into the wild after what happened with Keltie, If they had done that ALL of this could’ve been prevented. But because of Greed they kept him in captivity to be abused starved hurt and blamed.

He was frustrated and hungry, And Dawn had gotten on a laying platform WHICH SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ALLOWED. Tilikum was known to be possessive and potentially aggressive if met with the right situation. Tilikum had swam up to Dawn after a while, Tilikum had lashed out and grabbed Dawn and drowned her in front of a horrified crowd. After they retrieved Dawn’s body Tilikum was seen near her corpse looking at her and vocalizing.

And even after that, TILIKUM WAS STILL USED IN SHOWS.

That should have NEVER been allowed. While it had been forbidden after for trainers to be in the water it didn’t stop SeaWorld from abusing Tilikum. They left him in a too small pool ALONE for 80% of his life after Dawn’s tragic death. In 2013 a film called BlackFish (which is on Netflix) came out shedding some light on what had happened to Tilikum and other orcas.

In 2017 Tilikum died alone, hurt, starved, and suffering because of a respiratory infection.

They could never make me hate Tilly.

It wasn’t his fault.

It wasn’t Dawn’s fault.

It wasn’t David’s fault.

It wasn’t Keltie’s fault.

It was entirely SeaWorld/Land’s fault.

[dreamyyesenia]

Always Keep Simming - Operation “Deathify A Sage” Stage 1

Colin called all parties ready to help them together

Aliens and Spellcasters didn’t seem to be a perfect match 😅

They discussed and created a masterplan on how to fight and beat Jenna Blackburn!

⬇️ Full Story below

Aileen and Colin heard back from the aliens the following night (aka they abducted Aileen for a short ride in space and brought her back- she was unharmed!). The next day, Colin got a text from Maddox and Raven with updates on the Realm of Magic. “Your grandmother let us know she’s awaiting your return. She’s gonna send someone to your house to deliver the message in the next days.” Aileen and Colin brainstormed about the next steps that had to be taken. They both agreed that a gathering of all the sims ready to help them would be best. They’d have to have a plan to beat Jenna Blackburn, one sim alone couldn’t overpower her. Colin was practicing magic daily but because of the curses his grandmother put on him, he was always at the edge of overcharge (Curse of overcharge, curse of constant dueling, curse of the nightwraith).

The very odd mix of sims gathered in the living room of the Goth’s manor. Aliens and Spellcasters weren’t enemies but they weren’t particularly fond of each other either, which became clearer when their alien friends Pandora and Blurb arrived and sat next to Maddox, Raven and his wife, Harlow. Despite the, at first, chilly atmosphere, Aileen and Colin started the group discussion and shortly explained the current situation to everyone. Then, Raven and the other spellcasters took over. Apparently, Jenna had annihilated the sage of practical magic, replacing her with a loyal supporter of hers who she meant to marry to Colin. No one knew what happened to the sage of untamed magic, as they hadn’t been seen since their duel with Colin. “She’s been using the potions you made for her and made herself appear younger. She’s also telling everyone that you killed the sage of practical magic and need to be controlled by her to prevent any harm to the Realm because you’re too inexperienced and can’t control your power”, Raven finished explaining. Colin was tense during the entire meeting and was walking up and down the room, sat down and immediately got up again (in true sims style). “It was me, I made a poisonous potion right before my duel with the sage of untamed magic. I had planned to keep experimenting with it to find a way to reverse the effects and figure out how to give it immortality effects”, he told them in a frustrated tone. He buried his head in his hands. “It was never your intention to kill anyone, dear. You couldn’t have known that that old crow would use your potions in this way”, Aileen reassured him.

Aileen took over from there as Colin was too riled up. “Everybody assembled here has special powers. We’re going to need all of you to 1. Guard the Realm of Magic and protect it from harm, 2. Keep the practical sage in check and 3. Beat Jenna. We all need to work together.”

And so, they sat and planned for hours. Operation “Deathify a sage” had officially begun.

[puimoo]

The Brucie and Dick relationship.

[Obligatory ‘new to comic canon’ warning, where I use my Tumblr to process all my thoughts!]

While thinking today about the impact that Bruce and Batman have on Dick growing up, I realised there was a third person to consider.

What impact does Brucie have on Dick?

Because Brucie is a big part of the Bruce/Batman/Brucie identity triangle, although he often isn’t really taken into consideration when looking at their overall relationship with Dick.  However, Brucie is who the world in general sees – his colleagues, his ‘friends’, the women he dates and the people he socialises with.  There are articles written about him in the papers, paparazzi snapping his pictures.  Businesses and charities being set up in his name.

The thing is though, once Dick comes along, Brucie isn’t just a solo act.  Now, Bruce has to decide what role Dick plays in the persona.

Brucie is deliberately crafted to send particular messages: he’s not a threat, he’s easy to manipulate, he’s rather stupid and clumsy but well-meaning and incredibly likeable.  Which means that, when they are together in public (or even when Brucie is talking about him without Dick being present), Brucie and Dick are meant to send a message as well.  I can’t see their public relationship not being just as carefully crafted as the Brucie one – if it’s not, it puts the whole Brucie persona at risk.  This isn’t Bruce having a relationship with Dick, after all – it’s Brucie.

I haven’t seen enough of Brucie and Dick together to really formulate something based more deeply in canon, so a couple of thoughts instead about what that message might be intended to be.  Is the message supposed to be that they are a shiny happy family (completely normal, as much as a man and his ward can be)?  From what we know of Brucie, that would mean that Brucie would likely be more openly affectionate when they are together, much more tactile and prouder of Dick than Bruce or Batman would be.

Is the message more supposed to be the scatterbrained playboy who collects things that interests him in a well-meaning way but moves on quickly, meaning Brucie is more likely to be kind but dismissive of Dick and their relationship?

Both versions send a message: one that is we are a normal, functional family (who clearly are not Batman and Robin!), one where the relationship is more superficial and Dick isn’t really quite that important anymore and therefore you shouldn’t worry too much about him/think about him/consider him to heavily connected to Brucie at all (and all the risks that might involve for Dick, Batman and Bruce).

Both serve a protective role and both are deliberately crafted, but neither are necessarily healthy for actual Dick in the long run – especially as this would have all started when Dick was 9-10 years old.  He’s not only having to navigate his own, actual relationship with Bruce (and Batman), but manage a fake version of it as well.  And, while Dick knows that it’s all an act and probably at times finds the whole Brucie situation deeply amusing while being frustrated at other times with how people underestimate Bruce, I could also see how the deliberate choices that Bruce makes about how Brucie and Dick’s relationship is portrayed could have a deeper impact.

After all … Affectionate!Brucie potentially highlights that Bruce chooses not to be like that with him at other times - he’s clearly capable of acting that way but doesn’t necessarily feel that way.  Or, at the very least, it highlights what could have been but isn’t.  Dismissive!Brucie potentially highlights some of Dick’s greatest fears.  

There are also things that Dick could learn just from Brucie away from the Dick and Brucie relationship (you never show your true self to people, even if they are not a threat – they are ALWAYS a threat) that have the potential to shape how he sees the world.

Again, none of these are fully realised thoughts or ideas.  There are also a dozen other variations of the Brucie and Dick relationship that Bruce might have crafted, but I think the thing I am getting at is that Bruce would have crafted something – and that potentially this might have had some impact on Dick.  He grew up with Brucie alongside Batman and Bruce, after all.  I could see young!Dick absolutely leaning into it and loving to play whatever the role was (love the ‘it’s us against the world’ feel), but you get the sense that as he gets older, some realisations might creep in.

Which leads me to my last random thought: are there some versions of the Brucie and Dick relationship where Brucie of all people is actually a better parent than Bruce is (especially later on)?  Brucie – who is generally ridiculed and looked down upon by everyone who knows that he is an act?  Who is meant to represent all the things that Bruce and Batman aren’t so as to throw people off their scent.  Are there versions of the Dick and Brucie relationship where Dick might actually prefer some of those Brucie traits to some of Bruce and Batman's more harsher edges?  

From a purely evil head canon perspective, I kind of like the thought that, out of all the Batkids, Dick is the only one who actually enjoys Brucie at times, because when Affectionate!Brucie is in action he can lean into the warmth of the father-son dynamic without it being complicated or difficult, even if it is just for a short time.  And you know what the kicker would be?  Bruce would probably tell Dick afterwards how well he played the role.

…. I did not intend to have so much to say about this relationship as I did!

[runawaybandito]

I wrote another subpar fanfic!

Originally posted to AO3

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A Lost Bag

Momo frantically dug through the boxes they just moved and groaned, "Where is it?"

"Miss Ayase, what's wrong?" Ken hurried to her side and lightly pulled on her shoulder, "Can I help you with something?"

The wind picked up, whipping Momo's hair into her face. She let out a frustrated huff and pushed the strands back, "I can't find my bag. It's fine, just go home with everyone else." She stood up straight and turned to head towards their new club's meeting space. "I'm going to go check the storeroom, I'll catch up with you all later."

Ken walked beside her, averting his gaze but getting pushed into her by another strong gust of wind. "Let me help you. We'll find it faster and then you won't have to walk home alone."

"Sure, okay," Momo pulled on her bangs as Ken glanced to her and saw pink creeping into her cheeks. She stopped in front of the old building and yanked the stiff door open.

The two stepped in, immediately met with the musty smell enveloping the small space. Momo flipped the switch by the door a few times, but none of the lights flickered on. "Guess the lightbulbs will have to be replaced before we meet in here. Come on, I think I might have left it in an empty box around here."

There weren't many boxes left, and Ken went to the few gathered on the opposite side of the building. Before he even had to open a box, he saw the bag perched on a shelf. He sighed and smiled, reaching up and grabbing it, "Miss Ayase, I fou-" the door suddenly slammed shut, causing him to drop the bag and washing the room in darkness. "Miss Ayase! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but..." Ken heard her rattle something in the dark, "the doorknob is stuck. Can you kick down the door?"

"I can, but I probably shouldn't. The school probably won't give us another space for our club if we break this one." He felt across the wall until he reached the door. Or rather, until he bumped into Momo. "I'm so sorry, Miss Ayase!" He could feel their sides touching, and his face heated at how much of her he could feel.

He moved to step back, but Momo grabbed the hand closest to her. "Why are you trying to run away?"

Ken's mouth dried and he stuttered as he thought of his answer, "I uh... I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

He was pulled over until he could feel Momo's chest against his own. "Okay, but what if I'm not uncomfortable?"

It was possible that she was going to kill him - his heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest and he felt like he couldn't remember how to breathe. Ken pulled his hand from Momo's grasp and placed both of his against the door behind her, subsequently trapping her between his arms. Had he been able to see the position they were in, Ken Takakura likely would have sent himself into a panic attack while apologizing and trying to put as much distance between the two of them. As the situation currently stood, he had too many hypotheticals running through his head and far too many ideas of what he wanted to do with Momo. "Please, don't toy with me. I'm an awkward guy, I don't know what you want me to do."

Momo grabbed his uniform and pulled him to have their bodies fully pressed together. "I want you to do something."

Certain that she could hear his pulse with how loud it was pounding in his own ears, Ken leaned forward until he could feel her breath against his lips. "But what do you want, exactly?"

"Just keep doing what you're doing, Okarun." He pressed his weight against her at the sound of his nickname, gritting his teeth and clenching his hands into fists in an attempt to ignore how she felt against him. "Please, I trust you."

Ken hesitantly tilted his head towards Momo's, barely brushing their lips together. After what felt like an eternity, he finally pressed his mouth against hers. Immediately, Momo's hands laced through his hair at the back of his head. Her touch sent shocks down his body, but he smiled into their kiss as he considered that she was likely trying to keep him from running away.

His hands had moved from the wall to rest on either side of Momo's neck and were slowly moving down her shoulders and arms. Dropping from her elbows to her waist, Ken lightly dug his fingers into her sides through her sweater. His hands ventured further until he grazed the bottom of her skirt, and he felt himself harden as he fought the incessant urge to lift it and put a hand between her thighs.

Momo pulled down against the back of Ken's neck, causing him to break the kiss out of confusion, "What are you doing? Do you want me stop?"

"No, I'm just trying to get more comfortable."

She managed to get him to follow her down to the ground, but he started to unbutton his uniform jacket instead of resuming their previous actions. "You need to be careful, you could get your clothes dirty," Ken pulled off his jacket and handed it to Momo, "here, put this under you."

Momo scoffed as she took the jacket, "You know this just makes it so now your clothes are going to get dirty."

"That may be, but I'm not worried about me." She rolled her eyes at the response but complied, spreading the jacket on the ground beside her. She laid back and pulled Ken with her, causing him to jerk back for a moment. "Miss-"

"Quit it with the formality. You're not allowed to address me by my name anymore unless it's by my first name." She tugged on him again, but he resisted.

"Fine," he stuttered, "Momo, what are you doing?" Ken was fighting against the thoughts of Momo on her back underneath him, writhing and in a state of undress. He wouldn't try to go that far in this moment, but he noticed the hardness straining against his pants even more at the idea.

"Nothing, just trust me." She pulled him again, and he finally complied, lowering himself to hover over her.

With shuddering breaths, he kissed her again, more intensely this time. Momo's thighs squeezed against his hips, and Ken groaned into her mouth. He tentatively brushed his tongue against hers, waiting for this to be the point that she'd push him off and tell him get away. Instead, she tangled her fingers into his hair and hooked a leg around his hips, pushing them down against her own like he'd been trying so hard to avoid.

Hands made their way to Momo's thighs, sliding up under her skirt, but still keeping distance from where Ken truly wanted them to be. He reveled in how much of her he was able to hold and how soft her skin felt in his hands. Gripping where her hips met her thighs, he lightly dug in his nails and pulled her hips up as he pressed himself against her. "Okarun," Momo gasped into his mouth.

Ken pulled away enough to rest his forehead against hers. One hand went to her inner thigh and his thumb traced circles where he could feel the warmth between her legs. "Momo, I'm going to need you to not say things like... that."

"I don't know what you mean," The smirk was obvious in her voice, "you're the one making making me do that." She took the hand still on her hip and slid it under the hem of her shirt.

"Momo," Ken squeaked out, "what are you doing?" He kept his hand still on the skin of her stomach, scared to move it and cross a line.

"You don't have to be so scared, I won't bite." She grabbed his hand and moved it to cup her breast over her bra. "I told you, I trust you."

Ken was thankful that the dark hid them from eachother, as he was sure he wouldn't be nearly as confident if he could see the way she was looking at him - that was much better left to his imagination. He removed his hand from under her shirt, leading to a protest from Momo that he cut off by biting her lower lip, eliciting a gasp from her. He kissed down her jaw and to her neck while his free hand untied the bow around her neck and freed the top button of her blouse. His hand went back to push up her shirt and slid under her bra, while he bit and kissed the newly exposed skin around her collarbone.

Ken wasn't entirely sure that he could believe what was happening. He moved his head back to press his mouth against hers, covering her gasp as he ground his erection against her. He was kissing the girl he loved, and she was kissing him back and asking him to touch her more. He could imagine how depraved they looked with him on top of Momo and between her legs, one hand up her skirt and the other in her bra. The mental image sent a shiver down his spine. He was certain that any moment, he'd wake up and this would have all been dream.

A metallic clinking sound came from the door and the pair quickly scrambled away from eachother, trying to fix their disheveled clothes as quickly as they could. The door swung open and Ayase's grandmother stood there, lit cigarette in her mouth and wearing a deadpan expression. "It's almost dark out and you idiots decided to lock yourselves in a storeroom. Do you know how long it took me to find you at this damn school after Jiji said you guys didn't walk home with everyone else?" Ken and Momo sat there, still shocked that they were almost caught. "You need to tell the school to have maintenance replace this doorknob, the lock is rusted. I managed to get it open this time, but it's a real safety hazard." She glanced between the two of them and puffed out a cloud of smoke. "Quit your gawking and get your asses up so we can go home."

"Yes ma'am," Ken quickly muttered and basically sprinted out of the building.

Momo took her time getting up and grabbed her bag from where Ken had dropped it before standing beside him. "Whatever, can you give the lecture a rest so we can go home already?"

"Watch the attitude," Seiko said with a smile.

The three started back home with Momo and Ken following behind Seiko. Ken bumped his shoulder against Momo's and grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers with hers and looking anywhere but at her to hide the growing smile on his face. They walked back together in a comfortable silence.

[tutantmeenageneetleteetle]

Hi I was wondering if I could request something.

How would the 2012 turtles feel about an autistic s/o who had situational mutism? I am someone who has both and I use cue cards or text my responses when I am unable to communicate them verbally. It would be interesting to hear how the four of them approach this circumstance.

Situational mutism

Thank you for your request! I hadn't heard of situational mutism before, so I hope that what I wrote is somewhat accurate to how it works! Feel free to correct me and educate me (can be in my DMs or requests if you prefer it to be more private!) And if I made a mistake, I'll change it!🌸

Leo

Thought you were mad at him at first, or didn't understand what he was saying

When you explained (by typing it out), he just let out an "Oooh... okay"

He might struggle a bit, the first time it happens

When you are able to communicate verbally again, he will try to make a plan with you (here comes the plan-guy again, who needs a plan for everything...)

He will ask you what you need, what he can do to help, what you don't like, how it works, etc.

Prefers if you communicate through text to speech, but if you prefer something else, that's totally okay too

He just wants to make sure you're comfortable

He will make sure everyone waits for you to type out what you have to say to make sure you're not talked over or ignored

He will teach you some ninja hand signs as well, for emergency communication

Raph

Would be really confused and frustrated at first

He would think you're purposefully not replying to him and it would tick him off

After you explained (by typing it out), he would feel really guilty about getting angry with you

You'd get one of them rare apologies

After that, he would stick up for you and get angry for you if people weren't considerate enough or impatient in their communication with you

"Situational mutism is hard, you asshole! Be considerate, or I'll beat a little respect into you!"

Violence may not be the answer you were hoping for, but it is an answer nonetheless

The dumbass will sometimes not notice or forget that you have situational mutism, though.

In his own words, feel free to hit him on the head and make him pay attention/remember

Döner kebab

He would be quick to pick up on the fact that it's not 'just you being quiet'

Would ask you about different options in his mind that could possibly be related to you being silent

"Don't you want to talk or can't you talk? You can't? Okay. Does it give you anxiety to talk? Sometimes, okay... You also have autism, right? Yes? Situational mutism? Yes? Okay, that makes sense, then."

He will do his research

Will make you a smart watch that is designed for non-verbal communication, where you have different keywords, phrases, and letters to communicate

One of the phrases will be "Donnie is the best boyfriend ever!"

Please don't give him too much space to talk, though (I'm saying this for your own good). Any silence he can find, he will yap about some science related stuff

Mikey

He would be too busy yapping to notice at first

He would just start asking you endless questions and you could not keep up with answering them, since it takes longer to even answer with text or cuecards.

When you did manage to explain, he'd just react with "wooow... alright. Dope." While he does fingerguns. (6/10, kind of funny response, but could've been more considerate, since it's a struggle sometimes)

Out of all of them, he will pick up the communication the easiest

Cuecards will work best on him

He will spend the afternoon making them with you

He thinks it's really fun to use cuecards to communicate together, and he will use them to you too

Will always have a set of cards on hand for you (or him!)

One of the cards will have an arrow pointing up with the word "kiss here" written on it

[mythicalninjas]

Cowabunga! 🐢

So... I was here thinking, how would they (separately, please) act or react, with f!reader having the same personality and attitudes as Wednesday?

Cowabunga! 🐢🐢🐢🐢

Is Wednesday Addam were you talking about? I hope I have written about the right character.

Leonardo:

Leo would probably be the most intrigued by Y/N's personality. He’s disciplined and serious, so he would respect her cool-headedness and sharp mind. However, her morbid sense of humor and indifference to emotions might throw him off balance at times. He would try to understand her, showing patience, though occasionally, he might try to "soften" her outlook, offering subtle encouragement to open up emotionally.

Might appreciate her composure in stressful situations, valuing her ability to remain calm. However, her morbid comments might leave him at a loss for words, unsure whether to laugh or worry.

While trying to maintain his calm and collected demeanor, Leo would find himself fascinated by her uniqueness and challenge his own seriousness by finding humor in her deadpan wit, even if it takes him a while to get used to it.

Raphael:

Raph would find himself drawn to f!reader’s sarcasm and dark humor. Her indifference to typical social norms would appeal to his rebellious nature. However, there might be some clashes—Raph is passionate and emotional, and her lack of overt emotion might frustrate him at times. He could misinterpret her stoicism as a lack of interest or care, which could lead to tension.

Probably throw some of her sarcasm right back at her and would enjoy their witty back-and-forths. When she says something morbid or weird, he might give a half-smirk, appreciating her quirkiness but unsure how to respond to some of her more macabre tendencies.

He might challenge her to "lighten up" or show more intensity, but over time, he would come to respect her consistency. He’d be more protective of her, even if she insists she can handle herself.

Donatello:

Donnie would be intrigued by f!reader’s intelligence and dry wit. He would appreciate her unique perspective on the world, even if it sometimes bordered on the macabre. He might be a bit uncomfortable with her fascination with death and the darker side of life, but he’d still be drawn to her intellect and logical approach to problems.

Would try to analyze her behavior, wanting to understand her more deeply. Donnie might awkwardly laugh at her dark humor, not always knowing if she’s joking or being serious, but he'd definitely admire how quick she is to observe and make snappy comments.

He might try to engage her in intellectual discussions, where they both could express their unique viewpoints. He’d value her ability to remain calm in chaotic situations, but he'd likely spend a lot of time trying to "crack" her more vulnerable, emotional side, if only out of curiosity.

Michelangelo:

With his lighthearted and fun-loving personality, would probably be the most challenged by f!reader’s Wednesday-like demeanor. He’d likely be a bit confused by her disinterest in fun activities and would constantly try to make her laugh or loosen up. Despite her indifference, he’d probably find her mysterious vibe attractive and would be undeterred by her sarcastic comments or dark outlook.

The orange-clad-boy would respond to her deadpan remarks with wide eyes and playful comebacks. He might not always get her humor, but he’d still laugh and try to match her energy, albeit in his more sunny way. Her morbid nature would likely lead him to try extra hard to “brighten her day.”

Mikey'd be relentless in trying to draw out some positive emotion from her, constantly cracking jokes, inviting her to fun activities, and even creating a friendly challenge of getting her to genuinely smile. Despite the differences, he'd enjoy the balance her personality brings to his upbeat energy.

Each Turtle would be attracted to different facets of Y/N’s Wednesday-like personality, whether it's her wit, composure, or dark charm, but they’d all face the challenge of balancing their unique personalities with her stoic, slightly eerie nature.

[fortune-maiden]

I got called out on my office truancy today… I’m really surprised at how strongly my boss defended me though

(But also I feel bad he had to deal with it.)

[hacked-by-jake]

I'm sitting outside. It's slightly windy. Not much. Perfect amount for me. And it gives fresh and clear air. I have music. And my thoughts are circling about moonvale of course. So I just want to leave a couple of spontaneous words. Just letting out what I think and feel at the moment.

I'm sorry, Everbyte. I'm sorry for all the hate. And I'm sorry for the amount of people being disappointed in your work. Because, well, there's still this little sprikle of hope in me. Of hope and disbelief. I'm thinking about Duskwood and what you created with it. I'm thinking about all the love we felt through Duskwood. You could see the effort you put into it. We saw the improvements and amazing ideas. Good plots over and over again. New ideas every single time. The quality was already amazing, in my eyes. Sure, some little bugs here and there, but nothing huge. Nothing bothering.

But all this. All things we saw in Duskwood. It made us believe you care about the fans. It made us feel like you hear us, as you said once. It made us feel so happy because it looked as if you're really doing this game for us.

And this.. My brain refuses to believe you really just want our money. My brain refuses to believe that you did, what you did in Moonvale, on purpose. My brain wants to believe that you never meant to make us feel this way.

My brain wants to believe that it all made sense to you, and that there was nothing wrong with it, that it was harmless in your eyes. In your world.

And because my head wants to believe in the good, my heart hurts to see how much negativity you get. My heart hurts to see the hate. And the critism.

But sadly, even if it hurts, sadly it's necessary at the moment to share constructive feedback about it.

But even that must be incredibly stressful, because there are thousands, tens of thousands of people who are currently pointing their fingers at you. And that must be hard. Even horrible. Awful.

As I said, my brain refuses to believe all this only happened because you didn't care about your community and you only cared about and wanted our money. I still have hopes.

And I want to belive you had the same love for Moonvale as you had for Duskwood. If I imagine.. You let your new baby out into the world with the hope of making people happy... And as answers there's nothing but negativity in any way. I have no idea how this must be. And I'm incredibly sorry for it.

And even if I'm completely wrong. Even if you really just wanted money, even then I still feel bad for you about the amount of people looking at you. Even then, although you would deserve it in this case, even then I would still feel bad for you. Empathy is an interesting thing. And parasocial "relationships" as well.

We see what we want to see. But I'm sure, in Duskwood, during Duskwood, we saw who you really are. Because there was no hint of what we saw in Moonvale. How could you fake what we saw in Duskwood?

I wish it wouldn't be the case. But you deserve critism for it. Normal criticism, of course. No hate or insultings. But feedback is needed. In our eyes.

And I just hope that there will be a solution. I hope the situation will improve. I hope so, so much.

Duskwood saved me in so many ways. And it's the truth. Not just a saying or anything. It did. And it gave me so much.

Maybe we completely got everything wrong. Maybe we understood some things wrong.

I just hope that a lot of criticism will be noticed and reflected and that you will find a solution. Because I simply think.. I'm sure we all want to play Moonvale. We all want another amazing game from you. Because Duskwood was an incredible game. A game we loved. And we also want to love Moonvale.

In my eyes, there's so much potential. And I really hope in the next episodes we will see more of it. And less worrying about money.

Of course it's your game. Do whatever you want. And if that's the path you want to take, go for it.

But I really want to say, you have an amazing Community behind you. And if there will be improvements and some changes, I'm sure we all will still be by your side. And we all will support you. This time, gladly. And not because we had to in order to play.

I'm sad. I'm desperate. I'm confused and overwhelmed. And..

I'm sorry.

For everyone. For Everbyte. And for all of us.

I'm sorry about this situation...

[crouton-moons]

Zionist.

saying don't fall for scams does not make someone a zionist. tumblr asks are NOT actual calls for aid!

i was just going to delete this ask like i do all scam asks, but i figured id post it just in case other people are getting similar things for... not being gullible? for trying to stop other people from being scammed and sending their money to scammers instead of actual palestinians?

many people in palestine obviously need aid. an obvious bot sending thousands of messages to thousands of people asking for "aid" will not help those people. they aren't from actual victims. they're from random people who are weaponizing the kindness of strangers to make a buck. falling for it helps absolutely no one. critical thinking is even MORE important in a time like this, stop falling for this obvious shit! they're just like the ai porn bots. they're used by the same exact people for the same exact reasons, getting money off those who are gullible. they're scumbags who are weaponizing peoples empathy to make a buck off a genocide. stop. falling. for. it.

they're trying to take advantage of you. they're assuming you're too stupid to think critically about who you think you're helping. stop proving them right.

there are thousands of actual ways to donate to those in need that aren't tumblr ask scams!

[ineed-to-sleep]

I'm watching Berserk and I may or may not have hyped myself up to turn my vampire ocs into dark fantasy characters. mmaybe

[crybabybat]

My conch piercing is so not doing well and I’m so pissed off about it girl can you please heal please please please please