#jeegoo

[bitegore]

Never have I ever; mutual pining?

I can swear I've written it before, but I can't pt a specific name to the trope. I do love an "idiots don't realize they're both in love" fic, though, it's a favorite trope to read of mine

[archie-daycare]

Oh boy, I would LOVE to see a picture of Optimus praying to Jesus Primus!

GREAT ask, jeegoo! just like me, all of cybertron is now christian!!!! feel free to ask me which branch of christianity every single transformer is. im super enthusiastic about jesus now!

[dracoqueen22]

For @jeegoo : RE8: Village, Lady Dimitrescu/Ethan Winters okay so her mutation involves growth and that can mean bottom growth right? so she fucks Ethan with her massive girlcock and Ethan is less screaming/dying and more moaning/squirming and shockingly durable for a filthy manwhore uwu femdom, noncon plz

The manthing is more durable than Alcina expected. 

Certainly he’s more durable than any other manthing that has snuck into her castle. Those greedy creatures with their lustful glances at her daughters, eager to stick their meat into unwilling flesh. All men are pigs, she thinks, but especially human men. 

They are quite delicious once Alcina’s had her fun. Once she’s used them to bits, divided their fleshy parts for the beasts, and left the sweet blood nectar for her daughters. It’s their only redeeming quality, she believes. Entertainment and food. 

But this one. 

This Ethan Winters is nothing like the others. She thinks she’ll use him quickly, and leave him as food for her daughters, but he doesn’t whimper and cry for mercy like the others. His face is a rictus of agony, tears from his eyes, his body is mottled with bruises, but spend spatters his belly, and his cock is yet full again, eager for more pleasure. 

Eager for what she gives him. 

Ethan won’t come if she calls for him. He won’t undress without the use of force, until Alcina stopped allowing him clothes altogether. She’s had a collar fashioned for him, courtesy of that imbecile Heisenberg, if only because Ethan’s more entertaining alive than dead. 

He never parts his legs willingly. He never begs her for release. His cock is too small to offer Alcina any pleasure, though his mouth works well enough with the proper incentive. He chokes and coughs and makes vague noises of protest, but when the fight's gone out, oh, his mouth is useful indeed. 

But it’s the way he writhes on her cock that Alcina enjoys the most. 

Alcina doesn’t often bother to grow out her flesh into this shape. Her cunt and her clit are far more pleasurable, and she has no envy for manthings and their dangly bits. However, there are times a manthing needs to be taught certain lessons, and so she indulges. Briefly. For entertainment before she distributes their remains to whomever would enjoy it most. 

Ethan, however. 

It had been curiosity. She’d grown tired of smothering him beneath her cunt, had been bored by the lackluster efforts of his tongue as he grew less energetic. It’s an odd thing, how he survives though she doesn’t feed or water him. Some inner fire keeps him burning, and Alcina is absolutely fascinated by it. How long will he last, she wonders after he’s collapsed post-use, an unconscious heap of beating-heart and raspy breathing, who wakes the next day with renewed demands for freedom and his daughter and blah-blah-blah. 

The muzzle was a particularly wonderful investment, but she sometimes has use of Ethan’s mouth, so she usually removes it when it’s time to play. 

He’s an irritating, disobedient mess when she’s trying to make use of his mouth. Often not worth the effort. She had every intention of draining his blood and throwing his flesh to the wolves. Let Heisenberg’s mangy things have a treat for once. 

On a whim, Alcina threw Ethan on his belly and speared him with her cock. At least then she wouldn’t have to look at his face. 

But oh! The way he goes limp, the way he shakes all over, the way he squirms – all thoughts of killing Ethan flew away. He’s so deliciously hot and tight around her cock. He makes beautifully pathetic noises, and his pleasure is of the helpless kind. Begging her to stop while his cock spurts and his hole tightens and he pants, smelling deeply of pained lust. 

It’s exquisite. 

“Be still,” Alcina tells him, but Ethan helplessly cannot. Whether she takes him on his belly or on his back, whether she sits him astride her and pulls him onto her cock, he writhes and chokes and gasps. She doesn’t even need to touch his flesh for him to spill. 

He’s quite contrary about cleaning up after himself, the useless manthing. It takes some convincing to get his mouth to work and clean her of his mess. As if she wants his sticky semen to dry tacky on her skin. Ugh. 

Manthings make so much mess. She doesn’t know how Mother Miranda tolerates them, she truly doesn’t. They have so little use. Even Ethan, who should be exhausted and limp most of the time, still tries to escape, still tries to fight back. 

It’s a curious willpower. 

Alcina breaks him and bruises him and fucks him, and yet he claws back to himself every time. A most durable toy. 

Even now, Alcina has him speared on her cock, pushed as deep as she can, until there’s a little bulge in his belly. He’s pale and shaky, but his little cock is flush and heavy. His thighs stretch wide over hers, trembling from the effort. He would sag backward, if not for her grip on the leash, tethering his throat to her fingers. 

“Move your hips,” she tells him, leaning one elbow on the arm of her chair as she watches through slitted eyes. One finger drags up and down his leg, drawing little curls of blood to sweeten the air. “You’re boring me.” 

“Fuck you,” Ethan rasps, chin dipping, head hanging. His eyes are ringed with exhaustion. This is their third session today. 

He’s most delightful when he doesn’t have the energy to speak or move, when he lolls about like a little rag doll for her to use.

“My,” Alcina purrs, “Such obscene language. You manthings truly have no manners.” 

Ethan growls at her, his hands pulling into useless fists where they lay bound above his abdomen. “I’m going to kill you slowly.” 

Alcina draws another droplet of blood and touches her fingernail to her tongue, tasting the rich fluid once more. “Empty threats,” she purrs and reels him a little closer with the leash. 

Ethan chokes, shifting and tightening on her cock, and a shock of pleasure radiates up her spine. His cock dribbles, his hips moving into tight circles, his protests at odds with the wants of his body. 

Oh, yes. Ethan Winters is a delightful toy indeed. 

Alcina can’t wait to see how much he’ll endure. 

***

[sroloc--elbisivni]

Ship Bingo; Jazz/Optimus

listen. loyal knight vibes? impeccable. also the two bastards energy. i just want to see them cause mayhem and i don't particularly care in what configuration, but the only ship scenario i have on the brain for them is an offshoot of the warlord bang fic where jazz is sold off to a warlord he doesn't realize is a DIFFERENT one than the one who got his friend last year and is planning on assassination until some things get explained and OP implies he would be a bad spouse, and then he has to prove him wrong of course (jazz, after getting married: not evil anymore i want to be loved. jazz, after seeing his friend who didn't even bother sending a letter to say he was alive: evil again) i get too distracted by shenanigans to look for romance.

[theraptorcage]

I love learning about birds from you guys.

[blackberreh-art]

which of your OCs is the dumbest, and what was their crowning moment of stupidity (if they had one!)?

MMMMM DUMBEST OC LET’S SEE

I;d have to go with Volflux. Dumbass gets himself into all sorts of shitty situations because he doesnt feel pain as pain. Stupidest thing is that he’s baited Overlord not once, not twice, but three times.

[plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows]

9. which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best?

lmfao someday i will get to australia, but maaaaaaaaaaan it will be sometime during the winter XDD wanna see all ur oldass rocks!

[spacegate]

top ten internet cats?

1. LIL BUB! good job bub! @bublog​

2. KEYBOARD CAT

3. SHIRONEKO

4. WILFRED WARRIOR

5. MARU!!!

6. POKI!!! (trigger warning for cat injuries at the beginning)

7. THE SURI NOEL FAMILY (They have english cc subtitles)

8.ARTYOM[KOMRADE KAT]

9.  COLE AND MARMALADE

10. NALA CAT (and fam!)

[bitegore]

WIP ask; dysfunctional bulkhead fuck yeah please and thank you

This one spawned out of a conversation I had with @honestlyvan, resident Bulkhead understander and one of the friends I have the absolute most fun bouncing ideas off of because for real I have never met someone who is so good at yes-anding ideas until they turn from a one-off line into something really cool. If I remember right, we were talking about Bulkhead's very visible delineation between "people I care about" and "potential targets," since Bulkhead is pretty clearly kind of... like...

ah, continued under the cut because this got long. A lot of discussion about Bulkhead characterization and then some very light details about the fic, because I did that thing where you have a general point but no actual outline and you run out of plot super fast because you never had much to begin with.

Okay so let's take a very brief detour through the land of psychology. Empathy runs on the idea of an "in-group" and an "out-group". The in-group is where you feel strong empathy, the out-group is not. This is what empathy is for, largely; it makes you feel bad for the people around you when they're hurting so that you don't start killing your buddies. Nothing wrong with that. The trouble is where this in-group ends. And for Bulkhead, at least as far as I see him, his in-group stops right at the end of Team Prime. Miko is in, Jack is in, Raf is in, Fowler is in eventually, and Wheeljack his old friend is in. And that's it. Everyone else could drop dead and Bulkhead wouldn't shed a tear. Why should he care? They're not his people, he's not invested in them. If they die that's their problem. He's got better things to worry about.

He's also an ex-member of the Autobot Warcrime Squad, the Wreckers. The "get in, kill everyone, get out, try not to die" team. He and Wheeljack are the only ex-Wreckers still standing, which is pretty damn impressive because even outside of IDW it's still a team with pretty high turnover (see: Marvel).

Anyway none of that gels too well with the way Bulkhead gets written in fic, which is to be a nice soft sweet kind of guy a la Animated. Which is fine, all the more for you guys, but I just find it painfully boring. There's a reason I don't read Animated fic unless my friends have written it and asked me to.

So on the face of it I basically just wanted to write Bulkhead kicking ass and not even bothering to take names because who gives a shit. Not him. He's got better things to do, people to give a crap about. Don't die here and he'll remember you to kill you harder later, maybe, but unless you're annoying or matter to someone who matters to him he just sort of doesn't give half a crap about who you are. He is just going to put you in the fucking ground. Bye.

in practice that is not what I did.

In practice I wrote a couple hundred words of internal monologue and went "oh, fuck, hang on", because guess what I did? Smartest boy ever, best writer in the world. I forgot to come up with a plot.

So then it crashed headlong into my obsession with the Combaticons and I had some vague idea of pulling the FoC Combaticons in for Bulkhead to just lay brutal waste to without waiting around to care too much about who they were. I thought about having him go fight one of the Insecticons but decided against it because I don't know them well off the top of my head and I didn't want to make a whole oc up so I'd probably be working with Hardshell, who doesn't work as an enemy for "named and therefore not someone I can just kill off" reasons. I'd established that it was during the whole "hunting down the Iaconian Relic macguffins" arc(s), so it didn't make sense to me for me to pull in characters that die before that or make significant appearances after, and there's really not that many that just show up and vanish without a trace. So okay I needed a new set.

Trouble is I've never played Fall of Cybertron.

So then I was like "ooh, I'll watch a playthrough". And then I did not do that. You understand how it goes.

Anyway, as a result the fic has been languishing ever since, but because it's so goddamn short i'm just going to copy paste the entire thing down here for your perusal. Enjoy.

Things were different back when the Wreckers were still running together and no one was really running with them. Much as Team Prime was small, it wasn't a hyper-specialized unit designed for getting in and getting out and getting slag done and nothing else. Totally different internal culture. Sometimes Bulkhead didn't really know what to do with it. And the humans- anything weird about Team Prime was weirded ten times harder by the humans. They were small, and fragile, and they didn't seem to realize it at all, constantly putting themselves beyond their stress tolerances for no good reason. Miko kept wandering straight into battlefields like she'd forgotten guns existed, and Bulkhead had to admit she was better at evading fire than he'd first expected but the other two humans definitely didn't have her reflexes and they kept on following her and needing the Autobots to get the three of them out of trouble. These things were so much more convenient when he and Jackie and Seaspray and Springer and the rest were all just doing what they did. They were good at that. Team Prime was pretty damn effective, sure, but they weren't half as good as getting in and getting out and laying out everything in their path, the way the Wreckers had been. At least Wheeljack was here. If he needed to blow up a metric fuckton (thank you, Miko, love that expression) of Vehicons, Jackie was always good for it. Aw, whatever. Jackie was off doing whatever it was he was doing- wherever the action was, that was for sure- and Team Prime was on one of their completely weird and inexplicable little backwards jaunts again. Recon, digging old weapons and scrap up out of the ground to keep them out of the Decepticons' hands. It'd've been nice if the boss would've let them use the really cool ones, but for the most part Optimus Prime had a very firm "no powerful game-changing strategies" policy.

[transfemstarscream]

Leave Jeegoo alone, you insufferable drama leech. Do you just go onto every Optimus and Starscream post looking for people to bitch about? Good lord you're annoying.

hello spam anon. how are you this morning?

[freefallingup13]

SURPRISE CHARACTER? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 THERE’S A NEW ASSHOLE IN TOWN

Also jesus the heroes found a ring on a nightstand and they didn’t have any inkling of “hey this might mean noirceur was married or smth” jeegoos

Rat Race | WhumpNano Part 13

Firecrest was being so very nice, until she dropped a bombshell. While the interrogation may start off smooth, it quickly gets out of hand.

Taglist:

@tinyplan3ts

CW//Discussion of corpses, death of a loved one, interrogation

    Though Dr. Roberts couldn’t quite explain it, there was something about Firecrest that simply made her seem trustworthy. Perhaps it was her youth, her kindness, her somewhat bumbling sense of overbearing helpfulness. Regardless, as she spoke outside of the doctor’s cell, she had been becoming bit by bit more comfortable with her being there.

    Of course, that was up until the hero’s parting words:

    “I’m afraid that we’ll have to continue this later. My friend would like to have a little chat with you.”

    Those were were more than enough to make Dr. Roberts’ heart drop all the way to her feet. Of course, she had spent much of her brief consciousness wondering why in the world the heroes had bothered keeping her alive. Or capturing her in the first place, for that matter. They’d spent time and resources on acquiring what was, now, little more than an injured heap of limbs.

    Now, she understood. They didn’t care about her physical strength. They didn’t want her to join them, or anything like that. No. They wanted what she knew, and nothing more. 

    She should have realized that from the beginning. After all, she’d always known that she was useful for little more than her mind. That was what she’d signed up for when she’d added a title to her name. Not to mention working for years with a supervillain.

    “Wait-” That was all the doctor could manage. Had a heart monitor still been hooked up to her, it would’ve gone berserk at that moment. “Wait! No, don’t-”

    “Shh.” Firecrest put her hands up defensively as she stood from her chair. “It’s going to be alright. He just wants to talk, okay? He’s nice. He’s my friend.”

    Dr. Roberts was nowhere near dumb enough to fall for that.

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[sroloc--elbisivni]

Character opinion bingo; Raphael (TMNT)?

TURTLES. going with Rise (2018) version because that's the one I've seen most of. i love him, is the thing, i love him so much, he's big and full of affection and overprotective and has this potential to be angry and he tries SO HARD, ALL THE TIME, HE TRIES. he's also appointed himself chief cat herder of this circus he runs around with which by god is that a thankless job. also he's so fucking astute even if he's not good with making plans, he GETS stuff. magic weapon magic weapon magic weapon! like if i had to trust any of these four terrible teenagers to get something done without haring off on their own thing. i would trust raph. also his brothers use him like a jungle gym and it's so good. more raph always.

eta because i can’t believe i forgot—i am a SUCKER for an insecure leader. hits Blorbo Button in my brain hard. god i love raph.

[severeannoyance]

@jeegoo: go to sleep, do not finish your drink first.

Joke’s on you I am 100% sober.

What if TFA Cybertronians were like lobsters, and they molted into bigger and bigger shells as they got older?

[blackberreh-art]

Please tell me all the things about Autoclave. I love her.

Autoclave is oooold. Old and cranky and was one of the best medics to have grazed cybertron. 

A senator wanted her, she said no, and she was punished and empurated 😔

She’s honestly a right bitch and isnt nice to anyone and honestly, mood.

[plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows]

so, what's the story behind your name? (╹ڡ╹ )

[darklordofcutlets]

IDW Thundercracker?

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

He’s pretty hot, especially when Guido Guidi draws him. Dem legs and dat waist! I won’t say he’s my fave, but looking at him is always pleasant.