#it's gotta be replacing Something in the battery

[neranishin]

Do need to clarify that the article linked in the twitter post that that tumblr post links to doesn’t *specify* that the algae/cellulose in the tanks can be turned into drywall, specifically. But it does mention construction, and alternatives to wood, so I assume it’s being turned into some kind of board, so like. Maybe it can also be an alternative to gypsum board. That would be nice.

[killishin]

JEALOUS

pairing : damian x reader

warning : some jealousy

category : fluff

author's note : okay my exams are over ( for now ) and im writing after like a year so if there's any mistakes , forgive me. Also first time writing damian , or any dc chara so sorry if there's anything wrong. enjoy :)

parties , gathering were never your place and neither his. the league had decided to have a gathering of all heroes and as much as you would rather be in your room sleeping , there's free food here.

that's the reason you tell everyone.

If you were being honest , you still weren't gonna come but a certain recent argument with Damian , your oh so understanding boyfriend , had you in a mood of mischief. You wanted to do something to annoy him , as childish as it sounds for someone who has the status of hero , you just had to.

Initially both of you had decided not to go but then just today morning you told him you were going. you laugh when you remember the disbelief that was on his face.

" Fine. Go. " was all he said back then and you thought that would be it. He would be sulking away in his own solitude.

But he came , with that same brooding face which for a moment melted away when he met your eyes , when he saw you looking absolutely gorgeous , but it was quickly replaced by a scowl when he saw you smirking.

You knew how much he hated crowds so having him go through one was utmost peak revenge.

( he has a huge soft spot for you but he wasn't gonna concede so easily. )

He saw you the whole night talking away , laughing with your friends and the strangers that approached you. He saw how everyone hung onto every word you said and get lost in the spark in your eyes , just like he did.

" Trouble in paradise?" Jon said and smirked when Damian ignored him. Jon saw how he was glaring daggers on the people talking to you.

It was simply comical to him how big of a hold you have on Damian. So he decided to just tease. just a little.

" Oh boy did you see the way the guy laughed?? He's totally trying on her. Is it just me or is he inching towards her?? Man you gotta do something or he'll take awa-"

And that was enough to set off Damian as put down his glass on the bar and went striding off to where you were , leaving Jon smirking wide.

You were enjoying your conversation with the new people you met , but you can't lie it was getting tiring now. Your social battery was running out and maybe right now all you need is a quiet corner and him. Just the bliss of his presence.

And thankfully, you were rescued.

Damian came right in the middle of the conversation, put his hand on your lower back gently before looking at everyone else with his usual glare, although you swear you could see the anger in his eyes.

" I apologise but we need to be somewhere. " He said and started directing you away from the crowd but he stopped in between and glanced back at the guy who was hitting on you.

" Back off , 's all I'll say." His voice held a warning that only an idiot would miss and your eyes slightly widened at his outburst.

But when your eyes met with Jon who was reeling from the scenario , you joined the dots.

( OH JACKPOT )

Damian directed you in a quiet corner outside , away from prying eyes and voices. He let go of you and looked off in a distance , his brows furrowed and his upset eyes looking anywhere else but you.

maybe this was too much.

You realised in your childishness you may have actually upset your man.

You gently pulled him by his arm and made him look at you. It was like a little angry puppy looking at you and you could just die from the cuteness aggression.

" Are you mad at me?" you asked with a small smile. He scoffed and looked away again.

" No why would i be?"

" Cause you were jealous."

" I was not. "

" I never took you for the jealous type you know."

" I said i was not jealous."

You laughed and gently held his face in your hands. aww now he really looks like a puppy.

" I'm sorry if i upset you. It wasn't my intention to make you jealous."

" But it was your intention to come to the party."

" That. "

You laughed guiltily and wrapped your arms around his neck.

" Okay yeah obviously that was my intention. But you weren't talking to me at all during missions , and it just made me a bit.... annoyed. So i had to do something to make you talk." you justified, knowing you could have just maturely had a conversation with him about the argument in private.

" ....And annoy you."

you looked down in guilt but then you heard him laughing heartily. You looked up in surprise. The sight not only rare , but it melts you away. It was the most cutest thing ever , the way his face lit up , the way his lips stay in a beautiful smile.

He took a hold of your chin and pulled you close.

" If you wanted attention, "

He kissed your lips slow , his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands went from your chin to your hips , pulling you even more close. You could sense the hint of sass coming as he teased you by gently nibbling on your lower lip. He pulled away , looking at your lips , then your eyes and that shit eating grin on his face.

" You could have just asked. "

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[lovebugism]

band!eddie and reader finally having some alone time in the tour bus *wink wink*

18+ rockstar!eddie universe <3

It was one of those rare occasions where the rest of the band wanted to go out and you wanted to stay in. There hadn’t even been a show that day, just interview after interview after interview. It left your social battery at an all time low. So when Jeff and Gareth wanted to barhop the night away, you lamented that you were way too tired to accompany them. 

And Eddie, being the nice guy he was, opted to stay in with you. “Someone’s gotta make sure the lady stays safe. Wouldn’t want someone to steal ya,” he’d half-joked.

You scoffed. “Because, god forbid, you lose your bassist, right?”

“Well, if I lost you, I think I’d die, but…  yeah, having to find a replacement would definitely be more emotionally taxing.”

Eddie Munson was the only person in the world who could rival your sarcasm. It was so easy for the both of you to cover up a sweet thing with something so playfully sour. The boy finishes his quip with a stupid, lovedrunk grin that nearly makes you melt. 

“Obviously,” you retort.

The rest of the boys disappear for the next several hours, enough for the sun to have set and stars to sprinkle the sky. If you had to guess, they’ve probably got a running bet on how many bars they could get free drinks from. It’ll go on until they can’t see straight anymore, no winners or losers — unless you count your manager, who’ll no doubt have to escort them back to the bus. 

With them gone, the bus is practically silent for the first time all tour. There is no boyish yelling or tuning guitars or video games. There’s not even the muffled sound of tires on gravel with the tour bus parked. It’s total silence filled only with the faint sounds of Charlie’s Angels coming from the common area. The episode is practically on mute, though, because Eddie knows you’re tired and doesn’t want to disturb you.

The soft quiet ushers you into its velvet arms. It almost lulls you to sleep several times over, but something in the back of your mind refuses to let you slumber. You were annoyed at first. You were squirming in your tiny bunk for nearly an hour until you realized you were filled with a need of a different kind.

You didn’t need sleep. You needed Eddie. Like a child needs their baby’s blanket — you can’t be without him for too long, or you might start screaming. The sudden ache to be close to him hits you like a freight train.

The sliding door of the bunks glides open with a mechanical schlick. You lean against the frame of it, clad only in a too big shirt that probably belonged to all the boys before it got to you, and admire your boy in his element.

He’s all spread out on the leather couch, curly hair untamed and in a messy chestnut halo on his head. He wears a piece of outdated Corroded Coffin merch from back when you only played gigs at The Hideout. The shirt clings to his torso while a pair of old pajama pants hang low on his hips.

Eddie’s eyes are firmly trained on the small television in the corner of the bus. The chocolate of them dart around the screen as Farrah Fawcett turns flips beneath a shoddy cable service. He barely acknowledges your presence, too engrossed in the climax of his show.

“Thought you were sleeping,” he says without looking at you.

“I’m too bored to sleep,” you practically whine. 

Your feet shuffle along the carpeted floor as you walk the short distance to him. You all but flop onto the couch at his side, burying your face into the warmth of his neck.

“What do you mean you’re too bored to sleep?” he mocks with a soft laugh. He turns to press his lips to your head, not exactly kissing you there, just resting against you. His words are muffled: “Why didn’t you go out with Jeff and Gareth?”

“Didn’t want to,” you answer shortly.

“Solid answer,” he nods. “What do you wanna do then?”

He doesn’t necessarily mean it suggestively. He’d probably go lie in traffic if it’d make you less bored, he loves you so damn much — but fuck if a million dirty things don’t pop into your head all at once.

It’s practically the first time you’ve been alone all tour. 

Now that you think about it, every time you’ve fucked Eddie, it’s been at the discretion of prying eyes just behind a door or in a room over. Hotels are few and far between, and you and your boys are the tightest clan the universe has ever seen, so it leaves little room for opportunity time for you and Eddie.

But here you were now, with no one around, and practically all the time in the world (or rather, until sunrise, when the rest of the band shuffled back onto the bus).

“I don’t know,” you lilt, though you’re already hooking a leg over his thighs.

Eddie feels like a teenage boy all over again as you settle onto his lap. A wide grin tugs slow at the corners of his mouth. He doesn’t bother to hide his excitement. “What are ya doin’, doll?”

“Nothin’,” you shrug, feigning innocence, like you’re not slipping your fingers through the hem of his pants. The tips of them inch into his boxers and trail down the thin patch of coarse hair there with a touch that’s smoother than water.

His cock is already half-hard when you take him into your hands, warm and soft and stiffening in your grip. Eddie exhales deeply through his nose at your gentle caressing, his gaze now turned down to where work him harder.

“Keep watching your show, baby,” you tease with a knowing grin as you slip his dick from the confines of his pajamas.

“How can I—” he tries to joke, but the words get lost in his throat when you slide your panties to the side. He goes instantly stupid at the sight of your slick collecting along the manicured thatch of pubic hair just above your pussy. His brain all but ceases to function when you rub yourself along him, drenched folds parting to welcome the bulbous tip of his cock.

You feel like silk, he concludes, or maybe something somehow softer. 

Eddie swallows thickly while his obedient hands settle on your hips to steady you. He continues, this time with a tremble in his voice. “How can I when you’re pullin’ this shit, huh?” his button eyes flit back up to look at you, a smirk forming on his pink lips. “You just wanna ride me, huh? That’s what you need?”

You don’t answer him. You’re barely listening, if you’re honest, too concentrated on positioning him at your opening. You gasp softly when you pierce yourself with him, then exhale low moans as you sink slowly onto his cock. The burn is a minimal one, somewhere in your lower tummy, that washes away with a flood of velvet-coated pleasure. 

Eddie fills you so perfectly, just like he always does, like he was made to be seated inside you.

“Well, this is an excellent way to pass the time, if I do say so myself,” he manages to quip through bated exhales from where he’d been holding his breath. You rock your hips over his lap without warning. His pink lips form a tight line as something short of a growl bubbles in his throat and rumbles in his chest.

You watch with a proud grin as his eyes flutter shut and his head falls back. You push his curls over his shoulder to press open-mouthed kisses along the pale expanse of his neck, occasionally dragging your teeth along the milky white tendon there.

Eddie hums to himself when he feels you mewl softly against his skin. Your hips sway back and forth over his thighs, moving to a rhythm of their own accord — all slow and methodical. It’s a pace that always gets him pussy drunk. A steady rise and fall that forces him to feel all of you and makes him swear that you’re some kind of succubus.

“Oh my god,” he says within a dragged out exhale. He starts to babble to himself while you work yourself over his lap. “Fuck me… This is so… so fucking hot. Shit— your pussy is so good to be, doll…”

He forces himself to open his heavy eyes to watch you mount him. His chin tilts down towards his chest and he shifts his hips so he has the perfect view of you. Your honey coats his lap, leaving his cock and pubic hair glistening with your slick. The sight of him all shiny with you makes him dizzy.

His palm leaves your hip and seeks purchase on your ass, not really thinking about it, just gravitating to hold you there. He grips you with guitar-string calloused hands that encourage you to rock harder against him.

Your hand trails from his shoulder down to where the two of you meet. You start to rub your clit with a lust-fueled fervor that just about makes him implode. You whine when your fingers meet the sensitive button, clenching somehow tighter around him as your pleasure begins to crescendo.

“That feel good?” he wonders through bated breaths. His hand leaves your ass, rising for no more than a moment, only to come down again in a practiced slap that makes you jolt against him. The sting of his palm adds gasoline to the simmering embers of your impending orgasm.

You whine, louder this time, arching your back and keening shamelessly against him.

It makes him grin. “Huh? Feels good on your pretty little clit, doesn’t it, doll?”

“Fuck yes…” you cry through a tight throat. “Feels so good, Eddie— fuck.”

Your hips lose their rhythm as your body fights to find its own pleasure. 

You’ve got his dick locked inside you with a grip so tight it’s got him seeing stars, and it makes him wonder if you’d stop. Like, if the boys barged in right now, would you keep going, too far gone and dumb on his cock not to see it through. 

Something about that, you riding him for all he’s worth, whining while you come on his cock with your friends watching — seeing firsthand who you belong to — makes him want to burst all at wants.

“God, this pussy’s amazin’, baby… ’S gonna— holy fuck… You’re gonna make me come if you keep riding me like this... Shit, yeah, just like that, doll.”

When you come, you do it together.

It’s a borderline spiritual feeling, one that doesn’t happen very often because Eddie’s usually adamant about you coming twice before he has the first time. But now, both of you are sensitive and whining through your orgasms, heaving out incorrigible moans and grasping tightly onto one another.

Eddie takes to fucking up into you while you reach your simultaneous highs. He grips you hard enough to leave bruises while his thighs audibly slap slap slap against your more slick ones. You cry at the oversensitivity — electric shocks that contrasts heavily with the warm feeling of his come spitting into your fluttering walls.

You shake violently in his hold, moaning his name over and over like it’s the only word you can remember. Your orgasm comes and goes, and you’re left whining pathetic Eddie, Eddie, Eddie’s into the mostly silent tour bus.

The boy isn’t in much better shape either. He fights off a cramp in his foot from where he’d curled his toes too tightly and blinks away burning tears that sing the backs of his eyes from coming so suddenly.

Your hips come to a slow stop over his lap, too quickly and yet not soon enough. You rest your forehead over his own, knocking your nose with his before you lean in to press several lazy pecks upon his lax mouth.

“See?” you manage to tease through heavy pants. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I guess that wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Eddie quips with a wide grin and eyes that are still slightly glazed with dispersing pleasure. He rubs his hands over the skin of your ass to soothe where he’d held you too tight. It’s soft, too soft for what he’s about to tell you. 

“Now, how about you spread yourself out on this couch and let me clean you up, ‘kay?”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

If you’re up to it and have time maybe we could get some disowned verse? Hope you’re well!

Surveillance was boring.

Especially in a town this size. However, he reflected; taking a sip of his drink as he watched you walk down the side walk with a couple bags of soil over your shoulder and a couple plastic pots in your free hand- well. Sometimes he got some eye candy.

He never considered overalls as attractive. But. Something about the dirt and the paint spatters over the cropped white t-shirt were doing something for him. You were oblivious, blissfully so.

And for the last hour or so you'd been potting petunias and putting new mulch in some old lady's front garden bed. Why, he didn't know. But no one had given you a second look so, he figured someone had called the shop and asked you if you would.

Still. If he ever found out who did it, he'd have to send them a thank you card.

That didn't mean though, that when you loped over and knocked on his window, it didn't scare the shit out of him.

"Uh- shit- I uh- fuc-" he scrambled for napkins to try and clean the pop off his lap.

"If you're done staring at my ass I'm starving," you tell him snorting, leaning against the now open window.

"No kids tonight?" he asked, face heating.

"Nope," you tell him. "Camping trip. All I gotta do tonight is feed the dogs and make sure everything is locked before bed."

"I'd be happy to double check for you-"

"Listen Todd," you tell him smirking, "If you wanna replace my battery-operated model, you gotta do better than a cheap burger and some soggy onion rings."

"Fair," he conceded. "If you lemme change my pants I'll take you to the drive-in, too."

"Oooh, a movie, a burger, and a tour of your back seat, I'm a lucky girl"

[relevant-wikipedia-articles]

merry christmas!!!!!

This may seem weird, but I do this all of the time and I'm so glad I'm not the only one. I'm not sure if this is your first time or not, so I'm going to explain your situation just in case, as well as how I tend to go about dealing with it

It's a fairly uncommon issue, so hopefully others who see this post will learn how to identify when this happens and how to support people in this situation while they work through it

Anyways, there's no easy way to put this so I'm just going to say it outright: you've accidentally time travelled. I recommend taking at least a few seconds to sit with that thought

Now, just trust me on this, you'll want to go back to your original time. You may think it'll be fun to be in the past/future, but time is no joke. It takes A Lot of energy to stay outside of your time, and there's so many other downsides to not being in the right time that you'll just want to trust me when I tell you that you'll want to go back to your own time. You'll see what I mean as you try to sort all of this out

With that out of the way, you're probably thinking something along the lines of "how on earth did I time travel at all, let alone without even realising it‽", and, unfortunately, there's no simple answer to that

Every so often, there'll be something that you do that makes you travel through time. It can be either forwards or backwards, but it'll always be in the same direction each "season". The amount that you travel can vary though. For me, it's usually anywhere from a few minutes to a couple of days. To get back to your own time, you're going to have to identify this action, and, whenever you do it, simply do it again but swap when you inhale and exhale. It sounds silly, but it's the best way I've found to fix it. Idk why it works, but if there's a better way to go about fixing this then I don't know about it

Actually fixing it is the easy part. The hard part is figuring out what you're doing that causes you to time travel, since it can pretty much be anything. I do this by keeping a journal of what I do each day, as well as a list of days that I notice I've travelled farther away from my own time. Then I'll compare the two every so often and work my way towards narrowing down the exact action. This can sometimes take a Very Long Time, so the best advice I can give you is to just take life one day at a time

Now, you'll notice I didn't tell you *how* to tell when you've gotten farther from your own time, and that's because it's yet another tricky thing to pin down. Usually, I'll be able to tell from inconsistencies between my memory and my journal. Maybe I don't remember answering this ask, but I wrote in my journal that I did. Maybe Alice is complaining I never texted her back, even though I literally have screenshots of me texting her back in my journal (said screenshots have since irrecoverably corrupted). *Maybe* my phone's battery percentage doesn't line up with how quickly my phone charges and the time my journal says I plugged in my phone

Yeah. Like I said, this is the hardest part. Once you get out of "action id hell" though, getting back to your own time is a fairly straightforward process (though you will feel like an idiot while doing it): you just gotta alternate doing that action, followed by doing that action with the inhaling and exhaling swapped. I think doing the action triggers the time shift or whatever, and then doing it again with the breaths swapped reverses the direction, but, again, I have No Clue how or why this works

Some other things to note:

While you're going back to your own time, don't worry about the people from the time you're leaving. There's an uncountably infinite number of yous all going through the same process right now, and the you from the time you're leaving will replace you when it's all over

You probably won't get the action right on your first try. In fact, it'll probably take a few attempts to get it right. Just remember to be patient and take things one day at a time

Don't worry too much about being out of the loop when you get back to your own time. In a few days, the memories from the you that made it to your time will come back to you and it'll be like it never happened

Now, if this has never happened to you, and you want to know how you can help those going through this, my biggest piece of advice is to just be patient. You can offer your own theories as to what the action they're looking for is, but be respectful if they aren't comfortable talking about it. For some people, it can be a very personal thing

One thing you can do is offer to help them with everyday tasks. Like I said, being outside of your own time takes A Lot of extra energy, so taking some of their work upon yourself is a great way to help them through this. Don't overwork yourself though. They'll find consistency much more comforting than sudden bursts of help (also, overworking yourself is generally a bad idea)

Above all though, just be patient. It's going to take a while for them to sort this out, and I'm sure they're just as annoyed at it all as you are

[svechnikovvv]

ever since toronto (1)

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a/n: first part 🤭 the plot will progress the further we get going, trust

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[goldenavenger02]

i said "i love you" (you say nothing back)

After defeating the Hoarder, Nya finds out exactly what Cole means when he says that it feels like the earth is screaming. Meanwhile, Cole knows that his and Geo’s time is running out.

“We’re gonna need to head out first thing in the morning,” Nya explained as she followed Cole around, the two of them on their own journey to find two sufficient air mattresses for her and Sora to sleep on for the night, but she had a much more pressing matter on her mind, “so, you and Geo?”

“What about Geo?” Cole asked, kneeling down next to a pile of junk and starting to dig through it.

“I just think it’s nice that you found him and the others, that you had others after the Merge,” Nya shrugged as she got down beside her best friend and started to dig through the pile of trash beside him while a much simpler time came to the forefront of her mind, “remember that true match machine?”

“Oh my god,” Cole laughed despite the thin lines of pain around his lips that Nya could only see in a certain light, “I nearly forgot about that stupid thing.”

“What, the machine that resulted in you and I going on one date? Where afterwards you said “I’m not talking to Jay, but you can’t pick me”? How did you forget that?” Nya couldn’t contain her laughter as they stood with zero luck and continued to walk, no longer in fear of the Hoarder now that it was trapped in a jar.

“I still can’t believe that was the last piece of the puzzle.”

“Yep, one date with me. That’s all it took for you to realize that you were gay,” she grinned, but it was quickly replaced by a frown of worry about where her yin was bubbling its way back to the surface of her mind, “I hope that the others find him.”

“Hey,” Cole’s voice was comforting as his hand rested on her shoulder, forcing her attention to him, “we will find him. One of us will find Jay, I promise. I mean, you and Sora found me in a place that, according to most people, doesn’t even exist. That’s gotta mean something.”

“I wish you would come with us.” Nya sighed, pulling an air mattress pump off of the top of a pile of junk, relieved to find that it was only slightly dented and battery powered.

“You know I can’t. Not until I can find a way to bring them with me,” Cole sighed, examining the device, “it would kill me to leave them-” the cry of anguish as he dropped to his knees forced a horrific scream from Nya’s lungs.

“Cole!” She rushed over and knelt down before pulling her best friend into her arms, “Cole, what’s-”

“Get Geo.” Was all he said before his eyes fluttered shut and his body went limp in her arms, making Nya’s stomach churn with worry; she tried to lift him so she could get him back to the Rookery, to find his boyfriend like he said to do, but despite her own share of muscle from the years of being a Samurai and then a ninja, he was still too heavy for her.

So she did the only thing that she could think to do and started to yell out, “Sora! Geo! Riyu! I need help!”

…

Nya’s heart pounded painfully in her chest as she looked around at the others surrounding her; Bonzal was crocheting, her boney hands working slowly but expertly with the light blue yarn that was reminiscent of her own gi. Fritz and Spitz were sitting on the ground, gluing together popsicle sticks into what she assumed was a log cabin, similar to how she had done it when she was their age. Sora and Riyu had gone out to resume finding mattresses for the two of them to settle for the night, insisting that since they had found a pump, a mattress had to be close by.

Nya couldn’t help but wonder if Bonzal’s crocheting was nerves or not with how slow she was working; she couldn’t help but remember her boyfriend’s anxious movements, his hands working nervously on all sorts of projects and inventions if only just to calm his overworking mind.

If he had been with her in this current moment, Jay would focus on trying to comfort her own nerves, using his own words to ground himself, but she didn’t dare wish for him to be there even in the comfort of her own mind, not even a good experience with a Dijin could change that.

With how at ease the boys were, even if they weren’t outwardly showing their nerves, Nya couldn’t help but wonder if what had happened to Cole was somewhat normal for the children he was now practically calling his own, for the skeleton who outwardly didn’t care for much but her craft projects as well as her weird collections and for Cole’s boyfriend, who was in the room just down the hall, tending to him.

It wasn’t that it was unexpected for Cole to have a boyfriend; ever since he came out to her, Nya was aware of the persistent crush he had once had on her brother as well as the brief romance that he had shared with Plundar. If she was being completely honest, she had been expecting it for a long time just like she knew the others had been expecting her to get back together with Jay.

But she couldn’t stop herself from wondering about Geo, the outcast of Shintaro that had found his way into Cole’s heart. They hadn’t spoken much to each other aside from the explanation of his own elemental powers, not that it wasn’t either of their faults given the attack from both The Hoarder as well as Dr. LaRow.

Admittedly, Nya couldn’t help but wonder if it was just her wanting to get to know the Munce, or if some part of her was still guarded from the mess that had been what had gone down with Harumi and Lloyd and as a result, wanted to protect the others from going through anything like that again.

She was so lost in her own mind that she hadn’t even registered Geo, slowly opening the creaking, wooden door until he approached the line of her vision, “how is he?”

“He’ll be okay,” Geo’s voice was steady, like anything about Cole passing out for seemingly no reason after expressing earlier in the day that it felt like the earth had been screaming ever since the Merge was okay.

“How are you so calm about this?” Nya questioned with a raised eyebrow, “this isn’t normal and not just in Ninjago. It’s not normal at all.”

Geo didn’t answer at first and Nya assumed that it was due to the fact that he was refusing to acknowledge her question, but she was surprised when Geo led her over to a small table pushed into the back of the room and handed her a hot mug of steaming chamomile, a scent she instantly recognized from her days working at Steep Wisdom.

“I don’t like scaring Fritz and Spitz,” Geo admitted as he passed her a small dish of sugar before taking a sip of his unsweetened tea, looking right at the young boys as he spoke, “they’re just kids. Kids who look at Cole the same way that they look at me.”

“So they’re your sons?” Nya pressed while sweetening her tea.

“In all but blood,” Geo affirmed, “the four of us, we were all rejected by our biological families, so we made our own and when Cole fell from the sky, we only assumed that he was like the rest of us.”

Nya nodded; she was instantly brought back to those cold autumn mornings in Ignacia where her feet would be so cold that she would instantly go to Kai’s bed and snuggle up to her furnace of a brother; even when he complained about her cold feet on his warm legs, she knew that he was grateful that at least he could provide warmth.

It had just been the two of them surviving together, hoping that the other villagers would take pity on them to the point of at least offering them a warm meal if they didn’t buy some of the extensive stock of weapons that only dwindled as they grew up.

In a weird way, she had been thankful for being taken by the skeleton army; after all, it wasn’t like they hurt her and afterwards, they had the guarantee of comfy beds and warm meals while Kai continued his training to become the master of fire.

“So, what happened out there?” Nya questioned, now that the chamomile was starting to calm down her anxiety and replaced it with the need for answers, “and why are you all so calm about this?”

“I know you said that this isn’t normal, and you are completely in the right, but it has become our normal,” Geo explained, stopping to take a sip of his tea, “a few weeks after Cole arrived, he fought the Hoarder for the first time. But when he used what he calls his “earth punch”, he confided in me later on that the earth struggled to obey his mastery and it felt like the ground was in agony.”

“So the pain is from his earth punch.” 

“Not exactly,” Nya couldn’t stop her eyebrow from raising in confusion, but after being in so many confusing conversations throughout the years, she knew when it was better to remain silent, ��after that day, he started to develop these migraines, he told me that he always hears the cries, but that he can drown them out. But some days, like today, it’s too strong for him.”

Nya swallowed in sympathy; after she had been brought back from the sea, she had been forced to go through the withdrawal of the lack of elemental power she had seen both Kai and Lloyd go through in the past. It had been painful to say the least between getting used to her own body again as well as the usual flu-like symptoms that came with having the elemental energy ripped from one's body.

But consistent migraines like that, long after the event that originally caused the internal turmoil, that was new to her; not impossible, but new. Just like everything else that she had learned within the past few weeks since she reunited with Lloyd.

“Is there anything that helps him get through the bad days?” Nya asked, pushing a loose strand of hair away from her face where it had fallen out of her ponytail, only to be disappointed when Geo shook his head.

“Not much. We haven’t been able to find any sort of medicine or herbal remedy to decrease the pain, but physical contact helps him ground himself, so it’s something.”

That was something that didn’t surprise Nya at all. Cole was always the first one to give and accept hugs to whoever might need one ever since she first met him; she had a particularly strong memory of the two of them holding onto each other tightly after a conversation about ghosts and newfound powers. 

But as Geo spoke, every word rattled inside of her mind and filled it with the fact that Geo was not deceptive and had zero malicious intent for her friend. Rather, he may very well be the best match she had ever seen for Cole.

“Then you should go be with him,” Nya insisted, putting her now empty tea cup down on the table, “I’ll clean this up and make dinner.”

“Are you sure?” Geo questioned as she stood, taking his empty cup with her own towards the sink, “you and Sora have a long journey ahead of you tomorrow.”

“Geo, you are the first person I’ve met that has truly loved Cole,” Nya put her hand on the Munce’s to ensure that yes, she had his attention, “and right now, you are the one he needs. You’ve helped him through this before, I would have no idea what to do.”

Geo nodded as he stood, and Nya could have sworn that she saw a shiny tear trickle down his cheek but he made no move to acknowledge it as he walked back toward his and Cole’s shared bedroom, only stopping to turn back toward Bonzal and say, “help Nya with dinner if she needs it.”, before disappearing behind the wooden door.

…

Cole knew that if he stayed perfectly still and kept his eyes closed, the migraine would pass. It would take time and he would be bedridden for the rest of the night, but he knew that the throbbing in his mind and the subtle churn of his nauseated stomach would pass.

In the years that had passed in the Land of Lost Things, he got used to the throbbing of the scar that had come from the rift in the sky sealing around the left side of his skull. 

He knew that any of the other ninjas would have been just as freaked out as he had been when it had started, he also knew that it had been foolish to believe that it had just been from the lack of adrenaline from fighting the Hoarder that first time.

But, he had Geo to get him through it by letting him rest his pounding head on his chest and the comforting squeeze of his arm around his shoulders. It didn’t stop the pain, the nausea or even the fainting, but it was enough for Cole to ground himself and know that he would get through it just like he had before.

“Hey,” the tender whisper broke through his thoughts, resting his gentle hand on Cole’s bare shoulder which gave him the strength to open his eyes in the pitch black room, “how’re you feeling?”

“Honestly?” Cole couldn’t stop his voice from trembling as he spoke because even moving the muscles in his jaw sent a flash of pain through his head, “like shit, the migraines…” he hesitated, but given the little of Geo’s face he could see through the makeshift blackout curtains that covered their windows, Cole knew that his boyfriend knew exactly what he was gonna say, “I think they’re getting worse. The screaming is getting louder.”

Geo’s mouth was pushed into a tight line, the face he made whenever he was deep in thought; Cole had seen it before, when the two of them discussed the Hoarder with Bonzal to try and figure out what exactly it was and how to stop it for good, as well as when the migraines first made their appearance and Geo had tried everything to remove the pain before it was decided that they should just try and manage the pain instead.

“You should go with Nya, Riyu and Sora tomorrow,” Geo finally spoke, and despite the pain, Cole immediately sat up in protest, “Cole, lay back do-”

“I am not leaving the boys, I am not leaving Bonzal and I am not leaving you,” Cole shook his head and fought back the wave of nausea that it caused as he grasped onto his boyfriend’s hands, “you four can’t leave, I can’t leave you.”

“Ninjago has more sufficient medical technology-”

“But Ninjago doesn’t have you,” Cole cut him off, his vision trying to dim around him due to the overexertion, “I need you, Geo.”

“I don’t want you to leave, Cole,” Geo’s voice trembled as he set a gentle hand on his chest, forcing his throbbing head onto the pillows, “but I also don’t want to lose you.”

Cole sighed as he chewed on the edge of his lip; he understood everything Geo was saying and he knew that his boyfriend wasn’t pushing him away because he no longer wanted him around but more so that he couldn’t find another solution to the problem and he knew that, in the depths of his mind where only the truest honesty inside of him was, he knew that the only solution had to be stopping the Merge Quakes.

“I love you, Geo,” Cole sighed as he moved to allow the Munce to get in bed beside him so he could rest his head against his chest, knowing that if this was the last night that he would be with Geo, then he was going to make sure that it ended on a good note, “and I swear that as soon as all of this is over, I’ll come back and bring you four with me.”

“I know you will,” Geo spoke softly before pressing his tender lips to the top of Cole’s head, wrapping his arm around his shoulders, “and Cole?”

Cole turned his head to look into Geo’s shiny eyes, feeling his own tears start to build up from both the migraine and knowing that this could very well be the last time that he shared the night with his boyfriend.

Despite all of that, Cole couldn’t help but smile when their lips met, the familiar sensation of nothing but pure love bringing his attention away from the pain for just a few moments before Geo pulled away and said what he got his attention for in the first place.

“I love you too, and if you can’t get back to us…” Geo stopped to push away Cole’s sweaty, raven-black hair away from his throbbing scar, never putting his fingers directly on it.

“Don’t finish that,” Cole pleaded, gently taking Geo’s purple fingers in his own hand, “I will come back to Bonzal, to the boys and to you. We’ll go back to Ninjago, and you guys can meet my dad,” he started to ramble, which he knew was from both the exhaustion and the migraine taking away his focus, but he had this conversation with Geo before deep in the night after they had their first kiss.

“And if we decide that Ninjago isn’t for us, we’ll go live with your friend, Queen Vania, in Shintaro,” Geo continued, pressing more soft kisses against Cole’s head while speaking, “and we’ll keep raising our boys where they’ll be as safe as they can be and where Bonzal will have so much thread and yarn that she’ll never run out of things to crochet or sew.”

“And when they’re a bit older,” Cole stopped to yawn, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued to mumble, “maybe we’ll have another one. I’ve always wanted three, you know.”

But as he let his eyes stay shut and his mind started to wander into dreamland, he heard Geo speak for just a few more moments.

“A girl, who we’ll name her after your mom,” one more kiss pressed to his forehead followed by a “good night, Cole” and after that, Cole couldn’t hear his boyfriend speak anymore.

He thought he heard the voice of Master Wu calling out to him, pleading with him to follow him, but it quickly faded to an empty void.

…

Spitz had burst into tears as soon as he heard that Cole would be leaving, his sobs turning into sniffles after Cole hugged him with a little bit of super strength and insisted that he would be back as soon as he could be.

Fritz was just as sniffly as Spitz when he hugged Cole tightly, but was much easier to cheer up with the promise of meeting the others, especially Kai, and the promise that he would be brought back the newest in ninja action figures.

Bonzal didn’t say much before leading the boys away, she didn’t even hug Cole, but when she stuttered over “bring me any bones you find, rock boy,” he knew that she was pushing back any of her emotions so he and Geo could have a proper goodbye without Fritz asking more questions about the dragon cores or Spitz becoming inconsolable about Cole leaving again.

But when the door closed, leaving the Master of Earth and the Munce alone, neither of them could break the silence as Cole pulled the backpack of his few things over his shoulder. He was still exhausted from the migraine that had overtaken him the day before, but the pain was gone and the screaming was quieter now.

Unfortunately, that also meant that his departure from the land he had called home, and the people he had called home for the last few years, was very real and not just an argument between him and his boyfriend.

“You be safe,” Geo’s voice broke through the seemingly impenetrable silence that had filled the living room as he rested his palm in Cole’s, the small burst of powers forming a brief heart shape around their hands, “you come back to us.”

“Geo,” Cole swallowed harshly, his mouth dry as he did, “tell me to stay and I swear, I will unpack this bag faster than the elemental master of speed,” Cole knew that he wouldn’t since he was the one who told him to leave the night before, but he was pleading just the same as his voice trembled into a honest stutter, “I-I love you.”

He should have known that Geo wouldn’t say another word, but the last thing he expected was for Geo to let his hand fall before walking with him toward the entrance. Cole wanted to take his hand again, to drop his pack and insist that he was staying, but that’s when Geo spoke one more time, pressing his hand to Cole’s cheek as he did, his eyes full of earnestness.

“You have to leave.”

And with that, Geo removed his hand from his cheek and turned around toward their bedroom, leaving Cole to stand in the entryway by himself.

His shaky breath filled the room as the water in his eyes started to fall, but he lifted his arm up, wiped away the tears, pulled the backpack tighter onto his shoulder and forced himself to walk out of the Rookery for the last time.

Despite that, he couldn’t stop himself from turning around for a brief second to try and get a glimpse of Geo from the window, only to remember that the blackout curtains were still up; so he continued walking toward Nya, Sora and Riyu to tell them that he would be going to follow Master Wu’s voice instead of coming with them.

But he knew that he wouldn’t tell Nya the reason that he was wiping heartbroken tears from his cheeks and if she pressed, he knew that he would have to lie to her only so she didn’t release any of her powers on the Finders.

‘I will return,’ Cole told himself as his eyes caught onto the small group in front of him, ‘and we’ll all make it back to Ninjago.’

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Side B: Round 4 !SEMI FINALS!

propaganda for: DocM77

doc is how X GOT to the server. x was originally a fan then doc chose his design for a farm way back when, and something something. they grow old together. they're both dads now isn't that crazy <- lying to you. implying that x is my (and others) dad ayo this got randomly recommended to me but if you love me. xisuma docm77 duo for the WIN! xisuma doc underrated broship <33333 gotta support my boys doc with his server breaking redstone and xisuma trying to keep everything running, also they were big fans of each other in the early days :3

propaganda for: Joehillssays

joe once wrote a fanfic where x and the mlp ponies went on adventures in the tardis. he reads it in some of his hermitcraft season one videos

Joe is america as a person (? person) Xisuma is the uk as a person. They are pals.

My candles can't burn down Any more. They can't burn anything down, These days. They just flicker with a false incandescence Less and less... Dimmer and dimmer... As their batteries discharge. I only replace them, The batteries, I mean, When you visit. So between your visits, Each night is dimmer and dimmer. Until I am alone in the dark.

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List 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people who liked/reblogged something from you. Get to know your followers and mutuals! ☺️ Thanks for the tag, @enchantzz

I did one of these a few months ago, but for this one, I've chosen five different things.

The color green in general, but in gemstones, peridot and emerald.

Birds in general, but specifically the African grey parrot. I've been lucky enough to interact with one of these birds. They're so beautiful and charming.

Mountains. Been up a couple in Europe. Not on foot. But they are spectacular and otherworldly.

A good wedge salad. Not the most glamorous, I know, but damn tasty when done right.

Sixties and seventies appliances. That was some ugly, clunky shit, but goddamn if it didn't work for decades and decades. I hate all this rechargeable crap today--the batteries eventually wear down after so many recharges, and then you either have to replace the battery or buy another appliance. And I've found that replacing the batteries usually costs more than buying a brand new appliance. I'll take an old, gotta-change-the-bag plug-in vacuum cleaner any day over a fucking Dyson. Products manufactured in the sixties and seventies were built to withstand an atomic bomb. If you have any of these old appliances, hold onto them for dear life. /End rant

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[deviant-sent-by-cyberlife]

Blooming feelings

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Summary: Connor starts to question his program and himself, seeing life in a new, different way. Maybe emotions aren’t unnecessary nuances, bothering numbers you need to lock away, but blooming flowers, worth living for.

content: pov Connor, anxiety, emotional hurt/comfort, fear of being replaced/left behind, overthinking

a/n: it was 100% self-indulgent, I’ve had really stressful weeks in the last 3 weeks and other additional dreadful ones will come. In a last attempt to help myself getting thru it all I’ve been bottling and locking up emotions, trying to bury them so I can focus on the task that needs to be done. What a genius move I know

It’s my first fic in this fandom hope you guys will like it ~

You are not supposed to and can’t feel ,

You are a machine Connor,

Not a living thing,

Software instability ^

RK800 heard Amanda’s harsh voice in his head,

A voice calculated, cold and emotionless,

“Connor?

What got to ya?

Told ya not to lick that blood.”

Warm, brown eyes opened to see,

Him and Hank still standing in the lift,

“Did your battery die or what?”

“Sorry Lieutenant, no,

I was sending the report.”

The two of them were leaving a scene,

Where they saw,

The 3rd deviant case in the week.

Connor’s been… experiencing a mild unease,

That he couldn’t place,

Nor he could find,

Any malfunctions in his program.

He ran tests after tests,

But to no avail,

There was no problem in his system anywhere,

Even now,

As he was staring at Hank,

He had the urge to lie to him instead.

I wasn’t sending any report,

Not even writing,

Just heard Her voice and …

Had the impression of concern,

Even something that humans call dread,

But why I had the impulse to hide,

Keep it a secret,

And lock it inside?

But Amanda’s tone rang again,

Voicing his concerns in his head,

But you know that don’t you Connor?

It would mean you are a deviant,

And failed your mission.

Therefore who would need you anyway?

An android,

Which was created to hunt,

Became the hunted rabbit in the dark,

Even Hank,

That drunk police,

Would turn away,

And laugh in your face.

You always accomplish your missions, eh?

Software instability ^

“Jesus Connor stop staring at me!”

The grunt of the grumpy man,

Pulled Connor out of his head,

The door of the lift just opened with a ping,

Letting a little bit of fresh air in,

“Sorry Lieutenant,

I was running some checks in my software—“

“Ugh, forget it.

I need a fucking drink.”

Days went by and that unease didn’t cease,

If anything it increased,

He was waiting in Hank’s car,

While the man stopped at his favourite burger place.

More and more deviant cases happend,

And he was a silent witness to it all,

With every new case,

A new weight appeared in his synthetic cage.

He started to … see these deviants in a new light,

Somehow sympathy crept into his heart,

Sympathy?

But I.. yes,

I’m sure that is the feeling,

What humans call sympathy—

Feeling .

To feel something —

“Alright, now we gotta go back to that shithole.”

He jumped as Hank climbed into the car,

Didn’t realise how long he’s been thinking,

While Hank’s “interesting” music choice screamed inside,

He took an other trip into his mind,

‘ Eyes are the window to the soul’,

He heard once a long time ago,

‘I’m an android. I don’t have soul’,

How easily I answered,

Whiteout a blink and a second thought,

At that time,

That possibility wasn’t unlocked before my eyes,

Feelings,

Amusing little butterflies,

Whose fills up chests,

And helps to bloom,

The pretty flowers of souls.

But now..

“Do I have a soul?”

“What?

What the fuck ya talking about,

Where did that come from? “

Unintentional whisper left the men made lips,

Spreading panic through artificial skin.

He froze,

His system showing error codes,

He just stared ahead,

Onto the dark rode,

Not daring to move.

I.. I failed my mission

Software instability ^

Now Hank knows,

He must realise that I’m …

I’m a deviant now.

He will report,

And sent me back,

Where they destroy and replace Me with Something else.

“.. Fuck knows,

I’ve been seeing all these cases for weeks now,

Seeing at first hand what these deviants do,

Learning their motives and stuffs….

They don’t look that different from me,

Or the other folks I know and see.”

From under a shocked silence,

Connor just stared,

Not registering what Hank just said,

“You know,

At first I saw you as a tin can,

Like an additional machine to a computer,

But then, khm,

All I’m sayin’ is,

That you are more .”

“… you mean, Lieutenant..?”

“Oh Jesus Connor, ughhh.

Maybe you do,

Maybe you don’t,

All I know is that,

We are quite similar at this point.”

“So.. you aren’t replacing me?

“What the fuck would I do that?

We are partners, aren’t we?”

He felt something in the air,

Something inevitable and comfortable.

But with comfort,

Came uncertainty, overstimulation and burden,

However there was something.. freeing there,

The looming weight of being replaced,

Had lifted and gave place,

To a chaos so colourful yet deep,

He felt his fans heating.

It f-feels … scary.

But strangely lifting too.

So this is what ‘waking up’ entail,

Liberating on one side,

And anxiety filled on the other.

They are not the never ending attacks of mosquitoes,

But the kiss of bees,

Worth living for.

Feelings filled his chest,

But for the first time in his life,

He didn’t try,

To shoo them away and stay in the dark.

Software instability ^

B̩͎͍̾ͅr̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘ḳ̯͍̑ͦ F̘͍͖ͫ͘r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ẹ̿͋̒̕

An impenetrable wall broke,

Slowly collapsing,

And leaving painful cuts,

Then,

When the last piece fell,

Darkness befell.

There was no Amanda nor update checks,

Only silence and Himself.

However in the dark,

He saw a blue flower blooming hard,

As he stepped closer and tried to touch,

It omitted pollen,

And embraced him in warmth.

As he looked down,

He realised,

There are many little blossoms under his shoes,

Waiting to bloom.

“Ya comin?”

Hank’s waxy voice slipped through the haze,

Comforting him once again.

We are partners in this case,

And friends in some way,

He really is waiting for me to step forward,

And spend days in union.

“Yes, Lieutenant,

I’m coming.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m a sucker for symbolism and metaphors :’D

Ps. English is not my first language, but I tried to somehow get the feeling of Hank’s accent in writing.

My writing requests are open ~

[navibluebees]

Someone to be Proud of (Recom Quaritch x Female Human Reader) - Part 4

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Here again with cutie Quaritch. Living in my fantasy world where he might actually turn out to be a decent person. I suppose we'll see. No warnings for this one. & Thank you guys for the support.

When Miles woke up, he felt your arms tight around him. In the night, he had shifted to his back and you were curled up on top, clutching him close. This morning, they were supposed to head out with Spider and go to the ikran. Their goal was to gain their own flying mounts for more adaptability in the land. He just wasn’t going to get up yet. He was pulled back from his thoughts by soft lips kissing under his jaw. They traveled up under his ear, your nose tickling him and his ears swiveling to get away. 

You sat up, stretching your arms up, legs hugging his sides. He eyed your body ardently before shutting down that train of thought. No time now. Gotta go. He played with your hair, moving it back from your face to see you grinning pleasantly at him. “Good morning, beautiful.”

You tipped your head down to his, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Good morning, Miles. What’s on the agenda today?”

“Away from you, unfortunately. Going to get my own banshee today!”

You searched through your thoughts quickly, pulling up an image of a brightly colorful flying animal. “Oh! That sounds exciting. But I’ll miss you.” You pouted cutely and he groaned in frustration.

“Don’t do that. I’ll stay with you all day if you keep doing that.”

“I know! Its part of my ultimate plan to keep you with me always.”

You burst into a fit of giggles as he held you tightly, flipping you over and eagerly kissing you all over your face, neck and chest. He paused, giving you both a moment to catch your breath. “You have no idea how badly I’d love to do that, doll. But I gotta go. The kid is going to show us the way and I wanna get to know him better. Maybe earn his trust. It definitely won’t be easy.”

Your hands cupped his face and he sagged, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Please be safe, honey. And make sure you take a battery replacement for Spider’s air pack in case you’re out for a while.”

“Honey? I like that. And will do. Thank you for the reminder.” He kissed your forehead and pulled on clothes quickly to head out the door. He tucked you in the blankets and kissed you once more before going on an adventure.

~~~

Miles was given an air mask for Spider with a tracker in it and proceeded to pass it off to Spider informing him to not run away or it would take them no time to track him and pull him back. It wasn’t fully freedom, but it was something. They got on the chopper and he gave a thumbs up to signal everyone was ready to go.

~~~

They made their way to the banshees careful of the Hallelujah Mountains, weaving in and out of them expertly. Once they got dropped off, they readied their weapons and pulled out the tranquilizer to knock out the banshees so they could link. A laugh cut through the quiet.

“Are you kidding me? That’s not the way. The Omaticaya face their banshee for the honor to ride. I’ve seen kids do it with their bare hands.”

Miles was disconcerted by Spider’s judgment and asked, “Did Jake Sully do it the traditional way?”

“What do you think?”

Determined to beat Jake and not shame himself in front of Spider, he went forward, readying to face the one that would choose him. A few hopped away but he came to one that tilted its head and stared him down. He hissed at it and it screamed back at him. “Let’s dance, cupcake.” He tackled the banshee, wrapping his arms and legs around it. It flailed and threw him around, but still he held on.

“Oh, did I forget to mention? They usually wrap the mouth first.”

“Nice, kid!” Were the last words he yelled out before tumbling over the side. He fought away the rage, clinging as tightly as he could, the banshee swooping through the air and flipping around in the sky. “Fucking stay still, dammit!” He grabbed it around the neck, tightening his arm, and reached back with the other hand to grab his queue. With the arm around its neck he reached his hand to steady the queue of the banshee and it was nothing short of a miracle when he finally connected the two. “Stop thrashing around!” The banshee stopped and Miles moved to sit behind its neck. 

He flew up and saw his team turning to walk away.  When they saw him, smiles grew across their faces, even Spider’s, he noted pleased. “Yeah, that’s right!” He yelled. “Who’s next??”

~~~

After everyone had won their banshees, Miles called down to the chopper to let them know that they were going to head back. Spider rode with him and taught him a bit more of the language, specifically different sounds that were only in the Na’vi language. 

“Hey, kid uh you’re pretty good with this language.”

Spider faced forward, quiet for a moment. “Thanks. It’s what happens when you grow up with it.”

Miles recoiled mentally, feeling guilt and wondering if it was even his to bear. He stayed silent for the rest of the flight.

~~~

After they’d landed, their banshees flew away but remained close to be called if necessary. They flew up and perched on the tallest machines, workers gaping in awe at the new addition to the base. They went in to report to General Ardmore. She waved them into the meeting room, a giant map pulled up. A signal had been picked up from an unassigned chopper, going to a large set of islands. Lots to search, but it felt like the right place to continue looking for Sully.

~~~

When Miles got back to his room, he was exhausted. He pushed open the door to his room and saw you in bed reading. He laughed because you were sitting there, blankets pulled around you and up over your head, so all he could see was light glowing on your face from the tablet. “Miles!” You stood up on the bed and made to step off to go to him when your foot caught in the blanket and you started to fall forward.

“Woah, you’re falling for me pretty hard, huh?” He had rushed forward to catch you in his arms, carefully untangling your foot. You wound your arms around his neck and he pulled your leg around him, so you tightened both at his waist. He walked you to the wall, feeling bold and pressed you against it. He leaned into your mouth, kissing you. Thrilled, you sighed into his mouth and tugged him closer. He smiled and kissed down your neck, resting his cheek on your chest. He let your heartbeat calm him and then went to put you on the bed and sit down beside you.

“Stop!!”

He paused, mid squat to sit and looked at you, mildly grumpy. “Why in the world are you stopping me?”

“No outside clothes on the bed. Take em off.”

“Ahh. I see what you want. I get it.”

“Nope. I just need clean sheets.” 

You grinned at him and he rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright. I’ll go shower but you better be awake when I get back. I wanna tell you about my day.”

After a quick shower and run back to his room, he had pulled on a pair of shorts and lifted the blankets to come close to you. He paused with one knee on the bed. “What are you wearing?” 

“Your shirt!! It comes past my knees, but it’s so comfy and I didn’t feel like going back to my room for pajamas. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” His face tinged a deeper blue as he sat in beside you, pulling you close. “Okay, so I got my own banshee today! The guys joked about me calling it Cupcake permanently, so I guess that’s its name until I make up a different one.”

You nodded, listening fully to his story and he continued, encouraged. “Spider even seemed excited by it! Then he rode back with me and taught me some more about the language. I think I’m really getting the hang of it.”

“Oh, honey. I’m so proud of you.”

His ears swiveled to you and his brow crinkled as he looked at you. “What? Miles, what is it?”

“It’s just been a long time since I heard that. And.. it means a lot coming from you. From someone who believes in me.”

You sat together in the silence, holding him tight. A minute later he spoke again. “Tomorrow, we’re going to head out again. I think we’re closer to Sully. We’re going to a boat that’ll be taking us around so we can talk to the clans in that area and see if they’re hiding him.”

You frowned, unsure what this all entailed. “Is there anything I need to worry about, Miles? You’ll stay safe?”

“Nothing.  And always, doll. Of course.”

Satisfied, you snuggled down and against him. He wrapped around you but couldn’t sleep. What would you do if you knew what he had done in the past? Maybe you could forgive him, but what about now? The stuff he’d done already in this body. Taking kids hostage would normally put him off, but this was Sully. He needed to be taken down. Didn’t he? Isn’t that what the mission was about? Sully would do anything for his kids. He wondered if he would ever feel the same about Spider. Or if he was even worthy enough to be called ‘Father’.

***

Taglist:

@drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

[zippy-reacts]

Sonic the Comic Liveblog: Issue 104

That's certainly an artstyle. And good grief, they've replaced the 2D Sonic emblem in the top corner with the nightmare fuel Sonic 3D European cover art

I see the introduction page has also gotten a slight update. I like it, quite clean and readable. Also, I see that bit referring to Plunder as a seedy dog. Is that just a pun on sea dog or is he actually a dog? He does look kinda like an english bulldog now that think about it

Right so this issue gives us a Sonic 3D tie-in story! Usually they're quicker on the ball than this, but to be fair I think when the game was actually released they were still in the middle of that big 100th issue story arc, Sonic probably wasn't even back in Mobius yet.

What a lovely full page spread! …Also is that rooster flying? Chickens are kinda famous for not really being able to do that.

Kunckles is definitely in a good mood if he's being this nice to Sonic. Although maybe you can count what he said as a backhanded compliment about Sonic's ego?

Sonic my dude you are a cutesy woodland creature

There's like three different jokes and references I can make here and I can't decide which one to go for.

I wonder what it is about organic batteries that enthralls Robotnik over regular batteries (other than a penchant for animal cruelty)?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Can Tails actually see properly when Sonic stands right in the middle of the wing like that?

Back to Plunder! If I'm correct in assuming these ladies are a hommage to the Spice Girls, then I'm guessing from left to right: Mel B, Geri, Victoria, Mel C and Emma?

Ahhhh I figured that'd be brought up! He's either got real guts or real stupidity to say that right to the face of someone with the title of pirate queen

And of course, you can't have spice girl inspired characters without emphasis on girl power

Zorabel is the GOAT! Gotta love her

So this artist likes to give mobians realistic animal heads yet the women look like… *gestures*… this.

StC is usally quite happy to acknowledge the existence of alcohol, except for this story. Although maybe that's part of the joke?

I can't decide if I should focus on Tails saying something that sounds like it would be a slur in a world of anthropomorphic animals, the fact the guy he says it to is basically wearing a leather kink outfit complete with cockring pendant, or the overall strangeness of this panel if you were to show it to someone who's never read StC

[mountmortar]

Hi! Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think i remember you mentioning at some point that you've replaced your own GB cartridge batteries. Do you use electrical tape, or do you solder? I don't want to damage anything, but I'm looking for a low-key, won't-bother-controlling-housemates method, haha. Soldering feels like something that would raise eyebrows.

I do replace the batteries in my own cartridges!! I solder them on, and in my experience, so long as you properly prepare and read up on how to do it, soldering a battery on is a SUPER quick and easy process. I've never tried the electrical tape method because it seemed kind of sketchy (in the "I don't think that's going to work properly in the long run.." kind of way) but genuinely I promise that soldering is not that bad (just. Y'know. Don't grab the iron instead of the handle lmao). You see people on YouTube having an entire fancy little setup on their desks or something for doing it and it's not even needed; I replace my batteries sitting on the floor with my cartridge on top of a piece of paper and it takes 5 minutes. I will tell you this: when it comes to replacing batteries, solder wick is your BEST friend. Use it. You gotta get every last bit of old solder off those contacts on the board before you put the new battery on.

(Also, as a side note: when buying batteries, no matter which method you're going to try, make sure the tabs on the batteries aren't on backwards. For the love of god, do this. It is SUCH a pain in the ass to buy batteries with the tabs attached wrong and then have to twist them just enough to connect them to the contacts properly so you can solder them on. 0/10 experience just for being annoying as hell.)

[heliopauseentertainments]

Chronic Interruptions

Prompt: Day 5 - Confessions / Pining

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Rodimus & Megatron

Characters: Rodimus & Megatron

Warnings: Suggestive themes

Summary: In which Rodimus makes the same mistake repeatedly.

Crossposting: AO3 | DreamWidth

Fic under cut

Clock out.

Rodimus’s favorite time of the day.

The time of the day when he was permitted to do absolutely nothing productive with complete impunity. The moment he was off the clock, not even the rules lawyers—even if Mags was a literal lawyer—could do nothing about it.

No reports, no responsibilities… unless it was an emergency like the ship catching fire or crashing into an asteroid or weird aliens from a weird subspace dimension trying to use them as weird living batteries for their weird machines like that one time, which Rodimus could only describe as “really weird.”

Hopefully no emergencies.

The timekeeping program sluggishly booted up on the console built into the arm of the captain’s chair, beeping coquettishly, promising Rodimus his freedom.

He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

He could hand the keys over to Megs and let him deal with all the petty problems of leadership for a shift. While Rodimus had grown to appreciate his responsibility as a leader, it was still nice to take the hat off every now and then.

What fun activities would he fill his free time with?

He could play video games. He could take a nap. He could go for a solo race in the lower decks where his odds of accidentally crashing into someone was negligible. Or he could invite Drift and the crashing would be intentional.

All sorts of entertainment could be had, but if he were to be honest with himself, Rodimus knew he would almost certainly just end up lying on his couch, watching holonet reruns and snacking on salty bismuth chips.

Still not a bad way to spend his time.

The software, finally done lagging like Magnus without a warm morning beverage, at last allowed Rodimus to finish signing in to clock out for the day.

Grinning, he tapped the long-memorized sequence of commands that released him from his bondage.

“Rodimus.” Megatron’s voice sounded from close behind him, a reminder that his replacement was punctual as always. “There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

That was never a good sign.

He had noticed Megatron looking at him kind of oddly lately, for the past few weeks. Staring, almost.

He was probably mad at Rodimus about something stupid… or not so stupid that Rodimus had overlooked.

Better put off the lecture as long as feasibly possible.

“Can it wait, Megs?” he asked, cheerfully vaulting up out of his chair to pass the baton of “the ship’s your problem now” to his co-captain. Rodimus stuck the landing a few paces away, hands triumphantly resting on his hips.

Standing at the side of the captain’s chair, Megatron, unfortunately, didn’t look particularly impressed, but he rarely did.

Resting glitch face. That was the poor guy’s curse. Oh well. It didn’t detract from how pleasant he was to look at now that he wasn’t prone to wanton violence and destruction. A shame Rodimus didn’t have time to admire the aesthetics.

“No, I don’t th—“

“I’m off the clock now, buddy.” Rodimus shot him a playful fingerguns gesture, double-barreled at that to better ward off the growing disappointment on his pal’s face. “Gotta go! Don’t do anything with the Lost Light that I wouldn’t do!”

With the whir of a warm transformation cog and a roaring engine, Rodimus zoomed off the bridge and down the hall with no particular goal in mind than getting as far away from work as possible.

--

Several days later, Rodimus was surprised to show up on the bridge after having a look at one of Perceptor’s latest projects and find Megatron waiting outside of their shared office, arms crossed and tapping his foot impatiently. Probably impatiently. “Nervously” didn’t seem to fit his image of perfect stoicism.

It wasn’t even Megatron���s shift for another several hours.

Rodimus hadn’t gotten any urgent messages, so he doubted his co-captain had showed up for an emergency meeting.

Probably not overtime either otherwise he would have just gone into the office and quietly minded his own business.

Red optics glowered at him, flashing bright as soon as Megatron noticed Rodimus’s presence on the bridge.

“There you are, Rodimus.”

Shoot.

He’d been caught. Doing what? No clue, but he didn’t want to stick around and find out.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

Megatron was still mad at him about whatever it was the other day when Rodimus blew him off.

It must have really been something aggravating if Megatron was still letting it fester rather than “releasing it into the universe” or whatever it was that Drift said people should be doing with their unhappiness.

Or was it meditating?

Heck, Rodimus couldn’t remember. Not remembering something debatably important was probably what had gotten Megatron mad at him in the first place. The obvious failure point of “not remembering what he had forgotten” did him no favors either.

“Uh….”

Rodimus’s mouth hung open, arms awkwardly out to his sides like a poorly timed freeze frame.

“Privately, please.” Megatron gestured to the closed office door at his side.

Even if Megatron wanted to spare Rodimus’s dignity by not giving him a dressing down in front of the crew, Rodimus still wasn’t exactly keen on getting that dressing down.

At all.

Well, not the verbal kind about bad behavior anyway.

It was a shame, Rodimus thought, that he was always getting on Megatron’s nerves.

“So, I’m actually—“ he started, only for one of the Pyrobots to burst onto the bridge, smelling strongly of burning oil and stumbling over himself.

After finally coming to a stop, Kindle panted, leaning forward with his hands on his knees.

“Captains!” he gasped. Wordless mumblings accompanied by vague gestures as he tried to catch his breath were all the story they got.

“Someone pushed Fervor into the oil reservoir and now it’s on fire?” Rodimus suggested. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Although, technically last time Kindle had been the one to end up in the greasy drink and Fervor had been the one to run for help.

Kindle nodded frantically, unaware that he was not just Fervor’s lifesaver right now.

“You should have called!”

Opening the comm panel on his wrist, presumably to summon Ultra Magnus and other backup, Megatron made for the door.

Rodimus swerved around him just as he reached the threshold into the hallway before flipping into his alt-mode to beat him to the reservoir.

He owed Kindle one for his well-timed intrusion. Megatron wouldn’t have time to complain at him during an emergency.

--

Lying on the couch of his habsuite, Rodimus watched as reruns of some goofy old cartoon about two opposing factions of organics that turned into weird fleshy monsters flashed on the holonet. It was cheesy and the animation was often awkward or outright bad. It was so earnestly silly despite the garbage quality, Rodimus couldn’t help but find a measure of glee from watching it on his downtime.

Also, he didn’t want to bother trying to find anything else to watch today. If he didn’t want to get up, he didn’t have to, and no one would stop him.

The tin of bismuth chips he had been shoveling into his face seemed oddly light.

Rodimus stuffed his palm into the tin, only to discover that the salty, crunchy goodness that had brought both tactile and gustatory joy to his bingewatching experience was no more. He’d eaten the entire thing.

Damn.

Fine. He’d get up for more chips.

He chucked the tin into the pile of discarded snack packaging on the floor. The lid from the tin was already lost in the ether of the mess, but that was fine. The whole lot would end up in the recycler anyway. When he got around to it. He’d get around to it soon.

Hm.

He’d get around to it.

Maybe he could get Drift to do it by trading bridge shifts with him or something.

Rodimus grumbled as he got up from the couch, joints protesting because he’d stayed in the same exact posture for the last three hours.

Just as he got to the cabinets where he typically stored his goodies, the comm in his wrist started buzzing, an alert popping up in his internal HUD.

Megatron was calling.

While Rodimus often let direct comm calls go to voicemail, since he was already up, he decided to answer this one.

“Hey, Megs, what’s happening?” he asked, pulling open the cabinet doors.

Empty.

Damn.

Time for a snack run to the cargo hold.

“Do you have a moment, Rodimus?”

A red flag began to wave frantically around in his processor. His spark sank in his chest, cold with the anxiety that he had royally screwed something up.

While on a normal day, when Megatron wasn’t being a know-it-all, his voice was actually pleasant to listen to. Rodimus had recently started tricking him into telling stories of the war and life before it by asking leading questions. This was both to waste time and to hear him talk more without being nagged at.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure he could make much headway with that tactic today. It rarely worked when Megatron had a discrete goal in mind.

“Uh—“

Wait.

An idea.

“No, Megs, I’m actually super busy right now. I was waiting for a phone call from….” Who to throw under the bus? Someone random, someone who didn’t get into trouble that wouldn’t be an immediate target for Megatron’s pacifist wrath. Sure, the mech wouldn’t resort to physical violence, but verbal violence was still very much on the table. “… Doubletap.”

“Really—“

Megatron was doubting his admittedly flimsy story.

Time to bail.

“Gotta go, Megs! I need to keep the line open. Talk to you later, okay? Bye!”

Rodimus hung up, breathing a sigh of relief at the sound of disconnected radio static mingling with the melodramatic noises of cartoon violence from his holonet screen.

--

The early morning was the best time to sleep, in Rodimus’s humble opinion.

An excellent time to be curled up under heavy quilted tarpaulins in a nice pocket of warm air, one foot and the opposite arm sticking out of the pile for carefully calculated temperature regulation. A time where all dreams were just short of real, blending with the material universe whenever his processor surfaced for a breath of consciousness to debate the costs and benefits of truly waking up.

“Rodimus.”

The voice was familiar but distant, like it was behind a wall.

Megatron sometimes hung out in his dreams, he thought, rolling over in his comfy pile.

He used to be signifier that Rodimus was having a nightmare, a hulking purple and black menace intent on consuming his spark for some cruel purpose. Or sometimes he used to laugh at Rodimus, telling him he was too late to save his friends… or that he had forgotten to close his panels after a wash and how embarrassing that was. A real leader wouldn’t show up to save the day with their bait and tackle out like some sort of dumbaft.

But after getting to know Megatron, Rodimus mostly encountered him in dreamland as a boring, but good-looking reminder to do his work or fulfill some silly task or some stubborn, unhelpful companion on a quest. The time Dream Megatron had refused to the flip the “Save The Day Switch” that he had been standing right next to had been an exercise in imaginary frustration that had nearly driven Dream Rodimus to choke the life out of his phantom co-captain.

“Rodimus,” the voice repeated.

He rolled over again, flopping onto his back.

The tarpaulins slipped down slightly, revealing his optics to the ceiling he had painted matte black last month, the dark swathes flecked with “stars” where the unsealed paint had started to chip away.

If he squinted and let his focal rings go lax, Rodimus could imagine Megatron standing there amidst the infinite field of the cosmos as he sunk away from consciousness. Waking up wasn’t worth it right now.

He would never admit it, even on pain of torture or death, but sometimes Rodimus enjoyed ogling Dream Megs. Big, strong mechs had a special sort of appeal, even the ones that liked to paint themselves like dead metal. It was a style, even if it was one he personally wouldn’t want to wear.

Sometimes Rodimus even liked to think about grabbing onto the heavy plating and climbing up. Unfortunately, those sorts of dreams tended to be the sorts of dreams that gave intimate parts of his frame the warm fuzzies that he was glad to be in the privacy of his habsuite for.

Shame the real Megatron was a boring stick in the mud, who only struggled marginally less than Minimus to have genuine fun. Maybe one day. He’d already made a lot of progress on being less dull.

“Rodimus!” Dream Megatron’s voice was getting insistent. He was even knocking on the door now.

Door.

He wasn’t dreaming a door, was he?

No, he didn’t think so.

His focal rings spiraled close, sharpening his vision in an instant. The hazy image of Megatron against a field of stars vanished, replaced by Rodimus’s chipping ceiling.

He sat up, the knocking on his very real habsuite door continuing unabated.

“I’m coming!” he hollered, throwing the tarpaulins to the side, a slapdash attempt at disentangling himself. Maybe that would hold off Megatron from ripping his door off to get his attention—Megatron wouldn’t rip his door off.

Probably not anyway.

A shame. Might be fun with Dream Megatron.

The knocking, however, did stop by the time Rodimus smacked the access panel for the door.

The door slid back into the wall, revealing his large, very concrete visitor… who was scowling at him. Or… at least frowning. It was sometimes difficult to read the minute differences between the various frowns immediately after waking up.

He hoped it wasn’t a scowl.

He hadn’t even been awake long enough to mess something up. Unless he had been thinking vaguely naughty thoughts a little too loudly and by some curse, Megatron had telepathically caught him.

“Yeah, Megs?” Rodimus asked, blinking up at him and rubbing one drowsy optic with the back of his hand. “It’s kind of early, pal. What’s the emergency?”

Megatron opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. Instead, he hesitated, like he almost hadn’t expected Rodimus to open the door.

Maybe it wasn’t an emergency, but Megatron didn’t often look unsure. That was weird.

“No, I wouldn’t say so,” he finally said, nodding as though assuring himself that was the right thing to say. The low volume was at once unsettling and attractive. Rodimus didn’t know what to make of it… or this visit.

“Okay, then… what?”

Rodimus raised a curious optical ridge at his guest.

“There’s been something I’ve been meaning to discuss with you, but….” Megatron trailed off, bringing a hand to his chin in thought. “How do I put this delicately….”

“Megs, you’re as delicate as a blaster shot to the forehead, so, uh, don’t worry about that. Just, uh, give it a go.”

Rodimus wondered if he would regret the encouragement. He didn’t want to take a double-tap of criticism pointblank to the face right after waking up.

“You’ve been avoiding me lately and if… you would prefer, I’ll never mention it again.”

That didn’t sound like impending criticism.

It was something worse, wasn’t it? Rodimus didn’t know what was worse.

His jaw dropped open, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Maybe a complete disavowal. Maybe Megatron hated his gears now and couldn’t stand the sight of him. He’d been an annoying bastard one too many times and now Megatron was going to tell him to get lost and never come back—Wait, no.

They were the only Cybertronians in this universe and this was their ship. He didn’t really have a place to go. Megatron also didn’t have the authority to exile him.

“I, uh….” Rodimus found himself stammering.

“This is difficult to say; I must apologize.” Megatron wasn’t making any sense. “I’ve spent hours planning what words to use, the order and rhythm to their pronunciation, and… now that I’m here, I’m finding myself at a loss. The entire situation is rather unorthodox and not something I’ve ever been particularly familiar with.”

“Just, uh….” His tongue felt thick and heavy, completely taken aback by Megatron’s rare lack of confidence. Admitting a gap in knowledge was quite the show of vulnerability. “Uh, spit it out then? You got this.”

At least they both felt stupid. A solidarity Rodimus didn’t really want but appreciated all the same.

“So be it.”

Rodimus blinked expectantly, optics wide. Where the hell was this going?

“I think I’ve—No. I’m certain that I’ve fallen in love with you.”

That was not what Rodimus had been expecting at all.

“Uh, thanks?”

But that was also the wrong thing to say in response to someone confessing tender feelings and Rodimus knew it the moment the words reflexively came out of his mouth.

The light in Megatron’s optics dimmed a fraction, enough for Rodimus to feel the sick chill of failure in his own spark.

He had to salvage this.

“No, wait!” Rodimus jumped up, reaching out and grabbing Megatron by the collar plating to stop him from walking away. He hadn’t made a move to go yet, but Rodimus couldn’t risk it. “That’s not what I mean.”

What was he supposed to say now?

Megatron hadn’t been mad at him all those times lately. He’d been… he’d been trying to tell him how he felt. Each damn time.

Rodimus felt like a heel, brushing off all of those attempts at a genuine connection, even if Kindle’s interruption was a emergency outside of his control.

“I….”

Megatron stared down at him, his own optics wide in bafflement as Rodimus babbled and hung off the front of his armor like an idiot.

“Look, I—“

It wasn’t as though he wasn’t interested. He’d just… never… thought to ask.

Primus, Rodimus was a moron, assuming Megatron just wasn’t into those sorts of relationships.

“You want to come in and, uh, stare at my ceiling?”

[rametarin]

If I owned an electric vehicle company..

What I'd prioritize is the niche of a reliable shitbox. Deliberately.

That fucking monster vehicle would not be pretty, by design. It'd be made to survive absolute torture, abuse and neglect but still keep tickin'. Like a Toyota Hillux, but pure electric.

Hack it? Motherfucker you can't even interface with it. It'd be ANALOG electronic, outside a few independent electronic components with digital readers that don't connect to a grand computer; you gotta interface with them shits and the data is one way only. And them shits would be insulated to be hardened against EMP, because it's my company and I said so, fuck you. This vehicle is dumber than an insect and I want it that way. No brain in its head, no one with a penchant for mind controlling machines that think to make it betray you or snitch.

And this machine would be designed to sit there just surviving like a family golem. It's an electric vehicle. Compared to an ICE, it has few parts, and what you can't fix with home equipment, you'd just have to buy to replace parts. But it'd be designed so you could fix the shit that isn't directly related to the motor. Or not have shit that can break to begin with.

Naturally, the electronic portions would be hardened against EMP. One way, or another.

Ideally, it'd be a future where they learn how to make proper, functioning electric motors out of garden variety substances like iron ore and alloys, without the necessity of rare earths either for the motor or the batteries. So, every piece that makes the thing move would be sourced from the home country. Why? Because I feel it's important to be able to make things even if a butthurt neighbor on the world stage cuts off your access to their supply of resources. And while it may not be as cheap as otherwise, having a sustainable and accessible supply that won't quit no matter the world economy is important.

The body would be designed to be replacable and abuseable. Maybe some sort of shell that stops UV, but also, carbon fiber beneath; something that'd survive being submerged in floodwaters and the sea for decades and just need a replacement motor and batteries to be okay again. I'd want the thing incapable of corroding in the rain, or even the sea. Because sometimes, shit happens. Your car floods. It'd be nice to be able to rescue it and know you still have a car, if you want. But also, it's a spartan minimalist monster, so you can also just buy a new one for reasonably cheap.

It's electric, not ICE, so ventilation isn't as big an issue with a good heat sink; that means sealing it against moisture and flooding would be possible. That'd mean it could be in its own internal atmosphere and be hunky dory without exposure to things like rain and being flooded. So, surviving sinking in fresh or salt water would really be no issue.

And... battery technology being what it is, it's impossible to say what it'd be capable of. But ideally, I want solid state batteries that have nigh infinite recharge without dendrites or breakdown. But, that may never happen.

I'll settle for batteries that aren't rare earth but still have capacity and range in the ballpark of rare earth batteries. Ones that should be cheaper and easier to cycle in and out because they'd be made of common materials. But, really, I have no control over physics and chemistry, and realistically, the batteries wouldn't be my field. So.. Kinda limited in options for those.

[rivka-kopelman]

Hi! Gotta say ur work is super cool! If you don’t mind me asking, I was wondering what program(s) you use and what your workflow is like?

hi hi, why thankyou:) i should do a good post about this cause i get asked now and then

so

I take my nikon d7100 with me wherever I go and usually a couple older film cameras too, so i accumulate alot of photos & videos. portraits, nature stuff (especially bugs), and random stuff

if i wanna glitch it, i generally use photoshop to change the format to something spicy and mosh it with HxD. That program works for video files too. Just replace random chunks of the code or paste in gibberish nothing fancy haha.

for fancy compositing/vfx/animation stuff i use after effects. i like to mess with the colors quite alot. when the mood hits , coffee + audiobooks , dump my recent DSLR or phone footage into AE and play with it, and make little snippets (usually just 1 second long). These are exported as quicktime MOV files into a big folder. luckily i got a custom batch conversion script made by a genius that uses ImageMagick + gifsicle + ffmpeg to process the MOVs into tumblr-sized GIFs . Before I had that, i used to convert them all manually with tons of tweaking to preserve as much quality as possible within tumblr's filesize limitation.

for VHS stuff its alot more annoying. finding a VHS camera in 2014 was the main reason i started posting stuff online haha. i got a General Electric 9-9806 and some others. the ancient proprietary batteries are impossible ($$$) to replace so it's a huge hassle to shoot VHS or even VHS-C out in the wild. for ease and improved control, i shoot digitally and convert to VHS with a magical system. i made a diagram today so u can see

[this involves breathing in alot of dust under my desk as i plug and unplug tangled cables and drop things and spill stuff and fight spiders]

hopefully that makes sense haha, so u can turn any digital video into VHS and then digitize it. everything's quite cheap besides the computer.

it's alot of fun to combine all this stuff, adding VFX and glitches to nice footage and running it through a VCR. but also , sometimes plain video/photo is also nice . i try not to smack too much crap on for the sake of it; ultimately the camerawork should speak for itself [though i am def guilty of making lots of lazy images haha cause i feel pressured to post here as much as possible. hopefully when i'm trying my best u guys can tell haha]

hopefully that answers what u wanted to know :) though maybe u meant 3D which is another topic eheh. this is where most of my energy is going nowadays