#listen I just keep thinking about that audio and it sparked this

[finemeal]

DP x DC Prompt #1

You know that scene from HTTYD2? “You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” I’ll link it below. Imagine that audio with this prompt:

Bruce remembers Danny fondly. Danny was one of the people that never betrayed him as they trained together after all. But in the end, Bruce failed him. Danny died, and Bruce was left to finish his training without him. When he finally donned Batman, it wasn’t just his parents that motivated him anymore.

That’s why it’s such a shock when, years later, there’s a meta in Gotham. A meta named Phantom, who looks awfully familiar.

(Please @ me if you use this cuz I know y’all are great writers so I’ll wanna read it)

Video: https://youtu.be/ZhKJ8C1Yc_4?si=vKxSHsXDjSoBp6gG

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

This has been in my brain seeing many tiktok videos of guys reacting to the books some of the girlies (and any other peoples who are into them) are into.

So I have come to ask what you think Rise! Donnie (or all of them) would do if he happened upon his s/o probably listening ro their audiobook....thwir very adult audiobook. Lol

Donnie Finds Your Adult Audio Book (Crack?) (18+)

Rise!Donatello x reader

A/N: I myself don't listen to a whole lot of audio books. I’m more the type of person that likes to read an actual book with something going on in the background, but I still like this idea. I decided to stick to just Donnie, in order to now overwhelm myself. It’s a somewhat short one, but I still hope you’ll enjoy💜

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Short audio book description of sexual acts, implied smut.

“I’ll be back in a moment”, you said, taking off your headphones and getting off the bed.

“Where are you going?”, Donnie asked, his back still turned to you, as he continued to work with his small mechanic on his work table.

“Just going to the toilet”,  you answered, wrapping your arms around Donnie’s shoulders from behind, pressing a kiss to his cheek, before walking towards the door. “See you in a moment”.

Donnie smiled at you as you left, turning back towards his project, before momentarily looking towards the spot on his bed, where you had been laying just a moment ago. It was here that he noticed that you had left not just your headphones, but your phone as well, both of them just laying on his bed.

Donnie couldn’t help but let curiosity take a hold of him. Whenever you and he were together, with him being busy working on his project, you would hang out on his bed and wait for him to finish. Here you would usually pull out your phone and headphones, and listen to some audio books. But after all this time, Donnie still had no idea what audio books you were listening to. Fantasy, sci fi, drama, Donnie had no idea. He had long been wondering, often asking you about it. But each time you would just blush with a small smile, telling him that it wasn’t anything he would find interesting. But now, as Donnie finally saw his moment to figure out what you had been listening to, Donnie couldn’t think of anything in the world he would find more interesting than this.

Donnie stood up from his seat and quickly made his way over to the bed, picking up your phone and headphones. Putting on your headphones, Donnie unlocked your phone. Of course he had the password to your phone. He got it the same day he gave you his password. You know, usual couple things. But then, as he opened up your phone, he was met with the sight of the cover of your audio book. “Strong Embrace” it said, in big cursive font, over the picture of a couple, holding each other in a very sensual embrace. That kind of took Donnie aback. Was this a romantic audio book? Well, he guessed it was.

Donnie took a look at how far you had gotten, and was surprised to find that you were a little over halfway through. Made him wonder just how long you had been waiting for him to get done with his project that day. And with that thought Donnie pressed play, expecting to hear something sweet and calm, but instead-.

“She cried out in pure ecstasy, as the head of his member hit that spot deep within her, shooting sparks of pleasure through her body. She clung onto his shoulders for dear life, knowing that the only thing that kept her from falling over the balcony edge, was her fingernails digging into his shoulder, his hands keeping her legs open, and his thick cock plunging in and out of her with lewd, wet noises, eching against the castle walls in the dark”.

Donnie froze, phone in hand with wide eyes, as the voice actors started to reenact what the voice over had just explained. And before Donnie could string two thoughts together, about what you may be thinking or doing to these audio books, the door to his bedroom suddenly opened, with you walking in. You only made it a few steps into the room, before you froze at the sight of Donnie with your phone and headphones, staring wide eyed at you. For a moment, Donnie feared that you would get mad at him. That he might have crossed a line he didn’t know was there, pushing too far into your personal space. But instead you started smiling, putting your hands on your hips with a wicked smile.

“Well, now you finally know”, you smiled. “So what do you think?”

“I think -”, Donnie started, pausing the audio book with a smirk. “- that you and I have a lot of things to try out together”.

“You have no idea how long I have been thinking about asking you that��, you smiled, before making your way to Donnie and the bed.

[simpingforbots]

Pretty car - part 2

Letting a soft purr, Knockout let him self relax even more, sprawled on the berth as Breakdown slowly warked on his back, spreading finish with machine, able to feel small scratches fade away. Yes, he wad good in battled, yet even if he did his best to avoid any damadge, every time there was an altercation he would end up with small cuts and scraps here and there, making him bubble with rage. He spends so much time on polish, why can no one appreciate it and not damadge it. For now though he enjoyed the pleasant sensation of the machine working along his back, being taken care by Breakdown. This time he was “relived” of his mining duty and send back in to med-bay to assist their doctor in what ever he needed, which the big blue con was doing now.

“So, what is on your mind, doctor?” big mech asked, moving on too shoulders and able to feel soft rumble of pleased mech. He was more then happy to see him as Breakdown spend to much time ether on missions or in mines, keeping an eye on vechicons and making sure they needs were met. After all Nemesis is practically ran by them and without them every thing would be in shamble. Just a shame no one else saw it “Heard you’ve been going out – Starscream been complaining about not able to find you when ever he needs you, talks my audio off”

“If he were not to piss Megatron this much he would not need me this often”  Knockout purred out in bliss, just enjoying the peaceful moment “Yeah, there is a small town that holds a regular races. The competition is a nice, some times I even let them think that they can win only to make them bite my dust” bot chuckled a bit with pride. It was true there was some who dared to try an over through him from his rightful place as the fastest around the small town, even going as far as playing dirty. Those night he would return back covered in blood, first place and a venting session with little human. Speaking of little human - things were sort of getting out of hand. At first he just wanted to “play with them” and get rid of them like any other bug that dared to scratch him, yet after countless visits he grew fond of little human who sort of become his fan, constantly praising his beauty, his speed and power, cheering for him in every race and also sort of becoming someone he can vent his spark out and them just listening without a word of complain, only nodding in agreement and time to time saying that he was right, he grew used to their presence and even hard to find to get rid off. Though he still had not gotten you inside his alt mode for a ride, still wanting to see fear drip in to their soul. Yet he had no luck in it yet “And just playing around...” maybe he can extend the play. After all a game is more fun when you win, even if you cheat “Say Breakdown” he murmured out with a smile, feeling big bot now work on his peds “Are you bored?”

Ever since you were unofficially made Knockout’s number one fan, graciously named like this by the racer him self in a joking manner, but you have a feeling it was more then just a joke now. He did get a name for him self in the town as Red Hornet, a undefeated speedster and masterfully avoididng capture by police and hence got a lot of fans, which would swarm him, taking pictures and some girl would do their best to get in to the poor drivers pants, wearing the most revealing cloths to expose their tits even more and all, not that you did not wore something like this as well, you justr wore it more modest, only when it was to hot and you did not wanted to sweat your tits off, but they did it just to get their hands on his money. He would scare them of just by speeding a bit forward, with tiers screeching loudly or telling them of before he rips their hands off. Time to time you would notise that the same girl that were usually around, after trying to flirt woth Knockout, would disappear, so you really tried no to peace him off, keeping of the car at all times and do your best to stay out of his car. Though he still kept trying to get you into the cab every time, saying that it’s a rare opportunity and he would only trust you to get in, saying that he had a feeling about you. Letting a heavy sigh, you tilted your head, momenteraly staring at the night sky, able to see big dipper among the faint stars that’s when a familiar honk alerted you. Turning around, you smiled softly, happy to see the red car slowly park behind other cars, a normal tactic for him to sort of give the others a start before he will wipe floor with them. Walking over, the tinted window slid down ever so slightly, creating a small window to allow driver to speak clearly. You always wondered how would he look, imagining some kind of super model behind the steering wheel, or a normal guy who just had a lot of money.

“Good evening Knockout” you greeted them with soft smile, trying to peek inside the car without looking like a creep, but you did not see anything because of light outside the car. “I have a feeling there is a strong competition this time” you looked aorund, spoting all the fancy car with their engines exposed and all the other stuff, able to hear them speak about power and all, not that you understood any of it. “Some say that have good engine and have a big chance for your spot”

“Pft, right” you can feel eyeroll in the voice as the engine purred to life with anger, the powerfull motor roaring through the air as a warning sign to those who dared to oppose him. “Say, Number one fan, how are you doing? I can guess you still not up for a ride?”

“I am fine. How are you? I am sorry I am not sure I can.” The questiong was a regular now and you really just did not feel to safe to get in to the still a strangers car’. “I am sorry”

“Oh come on, live a LITTLE” racer groaned with displeasure, clearly disappointed in your answer. “Come on, when will be another chance like this, huh? You will look back and regret saying no. Pluss, I am sure you want it as well?” he teased you with a cunning tone, the car inching a bit forward “What harm it will do to you. Do you not TRUST me?” as always his siren voice called to you and you glance at the door just for a moment. You did not NOT trust him, justr felt warry – hell you felt uneasy when ever one of your co-workers gave you ride, or a boss during heavy rains, seating all squished in the corner, but this situation you will have to literally cling on to your life as to not get sloshed around the car while Knockout did all of the crazy  stuff - drifting, speeding down the road and flying down a hill, you were just not sure, but at the same time you wante to take a bite of this forbidden fruit, to know what a race, a real race, felt like, wanting to know the real thing. Biting your lower lip you thought for a moment, glancing up and seeing every one slowly moving away to give space... right maybe  you can take a gamble. “SO?~”

“I...” someone called for the start. It maybe the last chance in life you will ever get to do something like this. And maybe he is right, you should live a little, let the stupid choices take you on adventure, yet your gut and brain screamed at you to not get in to the car, “stranger-danger” that was drilled in to you as a kid echoing loudly through out you conciseness. But the itch for adrenaline made you finally make a decision “You... you not gonna hurt me... right?”

“Promise” the voice sounded even more smooth, almost melting in to gentle purr of the car, the door lock clicking loudly and the door slowly and slightly swinging open, inviting you to open and to finally get in. You glanced up again, staring at the road, feeling something pumping through you already – was it unease? Worry? A scream for safety from inside your heart, you had no idea and it made you uneasy. But you wanted to feel the gravity shift on you, pressing in to the seat of expensive car, to fill the thrill those adrenaline junkies chase every night. Taking a long sigh of cold air, you nodded quietly and reached for the door. Only to pull back quickly, fear spiking inside. Something is not right... “Com on. I don’t bite. Come one in, last chance. You will regret saying no to this.”

The final warning for the race was called and you finally made your mind. Opening the door, you scooted inside, closing the door behind and seating on the edge, legs closed and close to the door. The lights inside the cab were dark with red light coming from the corners, like one of those gamers room you’ve seen on youtube. You turned your head to finally greet the driver, only to feel your heart drop. Where is the driver? Why is the driver seat empty, where is the body of the voice you spoke for so long.... was this a new version of those self driving cars that are remote controlled? No, this can’t be right, something was wrong. The warmth of your blood seeped out, replaced by fear and immideatly reache back for the door, wanting to get out and run. Befre you could though the seatbelt, on it’s own, wrapped around you, buckling you in to the seat and the engine revved. You tried to get out, presing on the button over and over, hearing it click, but not let go. The light suddenly came justa bit brighter and a same soft siren voice echoed around you, making you spin just to try and see what was going on and scream why it was going on.

“Well aren’t you an energetic one? Ready for a ride” any noise got stuck in your throat as gear-stick moved, switching in to a new gear and with a signal from the lady in front, speed off. You let a scream as you can feel your body being pressed in to the seat with shift in gravity, hands gripped on the handle in the sealing, eyes wide on the road. The car, and what ever was driving in, remote or not, was masterfully manoeuvring through streets, making your heart beat faster with every turn and every over take, every car, building and tree flying with such speed it turned in to a blur. Why did you had to get in to this car!? You knew something was wrong, you should’ve listened to your instincts and now you will die.

“LET me out let me out let me OUT!!!” you cried out, gripping on to the handle bar, pushing your feet in to the floor trying to get some kind of safety and not get killed in this race of madness “PLEASE let me OUT! I won’t tell any one!!! Please!!!”

“Oh don’t be scared. Th fun is only begun”

Knockout basiclay vibrated with joy as you got in and now was clinging on to his interior for life as he sped around the streets of the small city, specifically being more reckless just to get out more fear out of a new passenger in his cab, doing his best to scare them before the real game begins, knowing well how erratic humans can get when they are scared and would act on their instincts just to get away during later part of the game. Passing by a certain spot, he saw a red and blue light come one, giving another thrill to the chase. The little fan seemed to lighten up with at the sight of lights, turning to see, screaming for them to help, but he knew well he is fast. As soon as they were on his tale and a little hope of freedome spread on the little organick face he extinguished the flame in seconds, speeding away and leaving cops behind. Passing through finish line as winner he continued on his way, all while little one cried for freedom. “I told you I won’t hurt you, right? We just gonna PLAY a little Game” he lulled out, pulling you back in to the seat and tightening the seatbelt just a bit, making sure that you understood you had no say so in this situation. Finally you sort of calmed down, just now waiting patienly for what ever fate will come, tears streaming down, smearing the mascara. Finally Breakdowns voice came though the commlink, speaking loud and clear, which Knockout made sure you can hear.

“Knockout, I found the spot, sending coordinates to you right now”

“Perfect. Will be right there.” bit purred out, getting a ping in his system about a spot, and seeing your eyes grow even wide, chest falling and rising again “You like a game of cat and mouse?”

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[spikezonebby]

Hi again, sorry i mess it i hope it is right now ^^, a request for song fics could you with tfp optimus prime with the song Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello - Señorita with a fem!human!reader, genre to Romance?

Senorita - TFP!Optimus Prime/Fem!Human!Reader

Word count: 1,672

Your first meeting had actually been entirely an accident. Optimus knew some humans had an affinity for vehicles, and you were one of them. Even a Prime can only take so much fawning over his grill, rims, or decals before he gets flustered and ends up blowing his cover.

That set the tone pretty well for how your entire relationship with Optimus was going to go. The other Autobots treated their leader with all the grace and dignity deserved of a Prime, but you never let the great title dictate how you treated Optimus. You weren’t ever afraid to speak your mind or ask questions. You questioned his commands, not to undermine him but to genuinely understand and clarify. 

You seemed to find everything Optimus said fascinating, and when he’d watch you he could see the inner gears of your mind chugging along. Picking apart his words and always seeming to know exactly what was on his mind, even when he himself wasn’t entirely sure. You were the probing sort, someone Ratchet often found meddlesome and too-like Miko, but there was a grace to your inquiries. 

Optimus was, perhaps, somewhat shy to admit that he liked it when you asked about his past. Especially when you would ask about the moments that weren’t so great or grave, like his walk home in the evenings from the Hall of Records or his favorite small pleasures. There was something warm, familiar, even humbling to the idea that your two lives weren’t too different.

You used to work at a bookstore and did its inventory, spending hours organizing piles upon piles of books. He would spend cycles listening and sorting through videos and audio files to archive them in their appropriate places. You’d stop on your way home and get a donut and coffee. He’d occasionally indulge and get himself a slice of chrome-alloy cake.

Optimus did not consider himself a poet, nor any other kind of lyrical savant, but he would describe the closeness he felt to you as… magnetic. He found his gaze drawn to you in the room, your laugh made his spark skip in his chassis, and even the persistent hum of the matrix seemed more at ease around you. 

He wondered if, maybe, you knew what you did to him. It certainly seemed like you knew when you’d come close to him and lay on the lower portion of his chassis, just beneath his windshield. It seemed like you knee when you’d find a quiet moment to rest with him in his seldom-used quarters, your whole tiny body level with his face. For someone who could fit in the palm of his servo, you liked to make your physical presence known and tangible. 

He couldn’t say he minded. In fact, that was a thing that brought quite a bit of distress to the poor Prime’s mind in the moments that should be peaceful. The longer he knew you, the more enthralling the pull became. He found himself wondering if you’d hate it if he curled his servo around you, cupping you between his digits like a treasure. He thinks about the scent of your skin and the warmth of your body, should you finally close the distance between them.

You were human. You were fragile. Leaders weren’t built to have fragile things, but protect them regardless.

But he still wanted you. Enough to forgo the logical sense he had to distance himself and instead, let you keep invading his space and his mind. He couldn’t bring himself to stop this.

Not when you invited yourself into his quarters, shimmied your way up to the space on his berth right beside his neck cables and jaw, and built your own little nest of blankets and pillows there. Not when you had so much faith in him, and talked to him about all of the soft things he thought they’d killed in this war.

“That’s Neocybex, right?” You ask, snuggled up beside his audial as he laid on his back, both of you looking on up at the data pad he had in his servos. He pauses in his scrolling through, balancing the stylus in his grip as he tilts the data pad further for you to read.

“Some of it is. Other parts, like here,” He scrolls down, “Are Primal Vernacular.”

“A different dialect or a different language wholly?”

“Neither. Primal Vernacular was the predecessor of the Neocybex all Cybertronians came to speak in modern times. When I was given the Matrix of Leadership and all of its knowledge, I was also gifted the ability to speak and read this ancient Cybertronian language. I find it easier, sometimes, to take notes in.”

You sit up a little, bracing yourself with a hand on his cheek vent. “So you’re the only one that knows how to speak it?”

“Most likely.” Optimus admits, somewhat sullen, “Even before the war, it was considered a dead language on Cybertron. Transcriptions existed of people speaking the language but as Neocybex became more common, it simply was lost to time.”

You hum, and leaning this close to them, he can feel the way the small sound rumbles up through your chest.

“Teach me. At least a word or two. Something I can remember.”

“You wish to learn Neocybex? I do not know if your organic vocalizer can reproduce the sound.”

“No, no! Primal Vernacular! The letters almost remind me of… Arabic. That’s a human language so, surely I can wrap my head around some of that.”

His spark warms at that, your enthusiasm contagious. It couldn’t hurt to attempt it, it would be a good excuse to brush up on his own pronunciation.

“Ṣdyq,” He begins. “It means ‘friend.’ And if you begin it with Rjl, it becomes ‘brother.’”

“Oh so it has different rules than Earth’s version of Arabic.”

“Yes. It is fascinating, is it not? That humans have taken such an old language and made it their own?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of nice in a way. Makes things feel less…” You fish around in your thoughts for the proper word, then hum. “Lonely. Yeah. So… Rjl… Ṣdyq… means ‘brother.’ How do you say ‘sister,’ then?”

Optimus’ lip plates quirk into the shallow shape of a smile, spark warmed by your botched attempt to match his pronunciation. 

“The translations of the words are different based on their cultural meanings. Cybertronians are very rarely forged with siblings, so ‘brother’ means something closer to ‘ally.’ A feminine version of the word didn’t appear until very late, when femmes started to become more prominent. It was very rarely used though, mostly due to the… intimate implications of the word. I once listened to an interview with a linguist on the matter and he theorized that it was coined initially by Megatronus Prime of the Thirteen, as a term of endearment Solus Prime. It’s ‘Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq.’”

Now that has you fascinated.  Optimus often chose his words carefully, using them as a tool for peace and command just as often as he used his own two servos. With you, conversation came easier. Optimus only had a select few people whom he knew and trusted to allow him to talk so easily.

You stood up, keeping one hand against his jaw as you walked around him. He could feel you use him to steady your steps as you hoisted yourself up onto his neck cables. You were so light he hardly felt the pressure at all. Instinctively his servo came down to gently cup behind your back, fearing you might fall off.

“What are you doing?” He asks, but he doesn’t sound irritated. Worried maybe, curious mostly.

“I want to see the way your mouth moves when you say those words.”

It’s an innocent goal, he insists it is. A request to turn on his first level of cooling fans pops up on his HUD view. He almost denies it, then worries that he might grow too warm for you to touch. In the end he does allow them to kick on and wholly misses the way it makes you smirk.

“Come on, boss. Say ‘em.” You coax, resting your folded arms against his chin, “Please?”

Optimus looks down past his nose, examining your face as his fans cycle a little faster. Right, it would be rude to refuse you whatever small teaching aid he could offer. Even if it was unorthodox.

“Ṣdyq.” He says. You lean forward a bit, watching the way his lips move with every sound. “‘Friend.’”

“Uh-huh.”

“Rjl Ṣdyq.” You reach out and trail your tiny fingers across his bottom lip. Optimus loses his train of thought.

“Which means?” You prompt him, feigning forgetfulness.

“Ah, ‘ally.’” He can see the way you bounce a little when he swallows the thick lump forming in the back of his intake.

“Cool, cool.” When had you gotten so close to him? And it didn’t seem like you minded at all as you even used his servo balancing you from behind to boost yourself up and lay across the flat plane of his chin. 

He says your name softly. His data pad is forgotten in favor of clutching onto the tarp and padding on the berth beneath him.

“And what’s the last one?”

“Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq,” When had he started to feel so breathless? Like his fans weren’t cycling enough air.

“Mmmhm… I like that one. There’s something about the way you say it. Say it again, please?”

“Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq,” He says again, just so he can hear the joy on your voice when you giggle, “Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq. And it means– mhm?”

Before he can even finish his statement, your small, warm lips press to his bottom lip, silencing him quicker and easier than even the sound of blaster fire. His servo cups closer behind you and he knows he should stop this, he knows he doesn’t deserve this, but you make it so, so clear you want to give it to him.

And in the end… who was he to deny his Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq?

[merbear25]

Can you give me some Caesar Clown headcanons themed around toys? Of course, I mainly mean the adult toy kind, but there may be other things he considers to be a toy, like certain chemicals or creations. Maybe he sleeps with plushies, or a body pillow of his crush, who knows?

I'll start with my own headcanon: he is deeply afraid of rejection, and he'll either never ask y/n out and stick to using sex toys or masturbating to images of y/n, or he will force himself on y/n and make y/n a prisoner before anyone has confessed. Both of these originates from the same fear of rejection and abandonment. Several people on ao3 have used the tag "Caesar Clown is bad at feelings" and I think it describes him well.

- 🍬💉anon

Hey, hey! I really like this 🙈 He for sure is bad at feelings... Look at him! He's a mess when it comes to that department, but it's one of the things we love about him 🤭 Btw I love the headcanons you added. Hope you like it 💜💜

CW: NSFW, MDNI, headcanons, sex toys, gn!reader, male masturbation, perversion, wet dreams, capturing reader, some angst

Flooding thoughts (Caesar)

There’s no way he wouldn’t be obsessive and possessive in the most depraved way imaginable.

My mind immediately went to him keeping some type of fleshlight in his drawer that matched the skin tone of that special someone he was fantasizing about. With that would come lots of lube, specifically a kind that he’d made that sends that sought after rush through him much more intensely.

He wouldn’t just lay on his back each time either, instead positioning it in ways he’d imagined having his way with you. So, with this in mind more than one model would be necessary to suit whichever craving wrapped itself around him.

Little audio clips would be kept so he could listen to them if you were away for too long. There were certain ones that got him hot and bothered, spending the rest of the time rubbing one out to the sweet sounds of you.

He’d most definitely have a stash of photos of you, some of which would be kept buried in his desk drawers because of the disgraceful state of them. There may be one innocent photo of you he kept on him either in his pocket or close to his chest.

Since his mind was flooded with thoughts of you, there was no avoiding you visiting him in his dreams.

The first wet dream he had of you sparked an idea to have a body pillow that reminded him of you. He made sure to get a perfume of your scent just right and sprayed the pillow with it regularly, so you filled his senses as he cuddled it.

There were many nights when things stayed more or less innocent: wrapping his arms and legs around it and imagining you were hugging him back.

However, he couldn’t hold himself back when the day had been filled with sparks he felt between the two of you. This led to the inevitable—shameless grinding until the pillow was doused with copious amounts of cum. Your scent mixing with his made him bite down on the abused fabric while he groaned and squirmed against it.

Any poor soul that was suspected of getting too close to you was made a target. He’d firstly remain in the shadows, examining your dynamic and jumping to the conclusion that you preferred them over him. 

Forcing himself into situations with the both of you would be the first attempt at putting a wedge between you. However, if he caught wind of any real threat, they would be eliminated. Washing his hands of the trash he took out, he could go back to fantasizing about him being the only one for you.

With how suspicious he is of everyone, his heart would remain guarded if you were to ever find out about his dirty little secret. He’d convince himself that you would only view his actions as dangerous, repulsive, and that you’d try to flee no matter how much you denied it.

But, he couldn’t let that happen. You still had a stranglehold on him, and whether you liked it or not, it wasn’t loosening.

Every breath you took that resounded in mutual desire was met with a shake of his head. 

No one would just accept this type of behavior, let alone be turned on by it. You were lying. These echoed in his mind as he tore down any attempt you made to reassure him that you were just as crazy about him.

It wouldn’t be impossible to convince him, but doing so would need to be done tactfully in order to scale those barbed wire walls.

Confliction punctured his typically sound logic, making him act on emotion, more specifically the rising fear of never seeing you again. He’d rather hold you against your will than risk watching you walk out that door and never hearing from you again.

He wanted you to be happy with him, although he was reluctant to believe you ever could be. The yearning only escalated when you were forced to stay with him.

You were so close he could reach out and touch you just as he'd been dreaming of, but he recoiled and retired to his bedroom alone each night.

In many ways he felt safer this way. The image he had of you could never do him wrong and the toys, pictures, audio, and pillow he had of you brought on an illusion of comfort and security that he wasn't quite ready to detach himself from.

[5five5five5five5five5five]

please old man/bookclub five headcanons, I loved ur last post about him!

hope you're feeling okay :]

Gasp!

I'm going to assume normal bookclub bc idk what s4 "bookclub" is. But I can totally ramble off about him in a casual club for books.

*he reads the books too fast and gets more peeved at the others who end up going very very slow. If someone doesn't finish a book, he admittly makes a comment "why are you in a book club if you can't finish a book is beyond me but-" old man shrug. It's not a fight worth having, he's just being a dick.

* brings the members strawberries and other fresh produce when he can. He likes showing off the stuff he grows and brings snacks.

*gets REALLY into the books. It's like he gets a micro fandom to be in every month. He reads it though like 3 times and then listens to the audio book once. Looks up if there's anything else. Maybe even discovers fanfiction...but he tries not to get that desperate.....he's read a few for particularly addictive books.

*has given a huge ramble about how the Great Gatsby would have been better and a lot of stuff settled if Gatsby and caraway kissed. He does it so casually too like he's not trying to make a progressive point or spark bigger queer discussion. He just genuinely thinks that's the answer to the book. More man kissing.

* speaking of, the more queer books they end up reading, the more he questions his everything. He probably has gone up to Viktor about stuff in these books and try to weasel out a "no it's not like that. Your totally a normal cishet man five." but neh it's ALWAYS "yeah that seems very realistic to the queer existence. Why so curious?" And he ends up not being able to admit he connects with said books. Viktor knows but he's not going to hound his brother any time soon. Five knows once he leaves the closet,there's people waiting to be supportive.

*the old ladies there can't stop babying him. He tries very hard to be as old man and as mature as he can but they don't listen and pinch his cheeks and pat his head. He is trying to do less sudden grandma wrist breaking to he takes it for the most part. They can be wrong. He will keep doing what he does. And he hates to admit the attention from women in his age range is nice. Sad he can't make any moves.

* for the holidays the bookclub goes caroling. Five isn't a fan but tags along. They most likely end up at one of his siblings houses and he gets cold feet. They can't see him in a dorky sweater and singing. Last Christmas he threw a fit about sweaters. But if he doesn't move, the club will leave him in the snow. Ruthless old farts.

Allison answers the door. Around 5 old people, 4 local parents and......five??? They stare daggers at eachother as five poorly sings oh holy night with the group. Then leaves. The other members noticed the tension but didn't want to say much.

*Lila tried to join once to get 'in' with the parents that are involved but was so booooored. "Five, no one should be having this much fun talking this much about a book. Period. Im almost concerned that you have finally gone senial."

*if five didn't like a book, he makes a PowerPoint on why and how. He is very detailed in his opinions. He wishes the others would do the same but no body can match his freak.

*he brings mr. Pennycrumb with him bc service dog and everyone there loves him.

* I think everyone assumes five is just a very lonely mentally or physically ill young man and try there best to be nice. He isn't fond of there borderline pity but he enjoys there company none the less.

* Diana from the PTA makes the best lemon cookies. Five eats more than he should.

*on top of book club, they like to take outings together to walk around and see the community. Do easy elderly friendly geocashes and eat at local cafes. Five likes when they go to the library because then they can snoop around for more books.

I hope you like these :3

[cyber-skeletons]

hiii:>>>

6 + 9 + 5 for megatron, 1 + 10 for Optimus, and/or 13 + 4 for both:333

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HI FRIEND!!!!!! Once more you have come to bless us with asks I see <333 Sooooo sorry for how late this is, things got busy and stayed busy

Megatron:

6) Something they lost, but would love to have back

My god. I've seen some HEAVY answers to this one and I love toying around with those, but as for what I actually believe in:

Terminus.

9) What calms them when they are upset. 

When she's angry and frustrated, she likes to destroy things. Sometimes those things are people. As for sadness and fear, I'm running away with my age regression headcannon again and saying that she likes to hide under a weighted blanket and listen to a safe, trusted love one's spark pulse as they rock her. If there's no one she considers safe, she'll play an audio file of some random spark pulse and pretend someone loves her.

5) A cherished personal belonging. 

During the war, she tried to keep no sentimental belongings ("no attachments"), but after, when she's in recovery, she holds onto the first thing given to her as a genuine act of kindness and belief in her goodness. (In IDW, a Rodimus Star; in Earthspark, a "live laugh love" framed photo of her and Dot; etc.)

Optimus:

1) Something this character is truly proud of.

Can it be someone? Because my first thought was "Bumblebee." Yes I'm on the "Dadtimus" hype train, but more than just the simple cuteness I genuinely think Optimus's pride manifests in the lives he manages to guide and protect for the better

10) How they deal with pain. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you just had to hit me with this didn't you. damn. well. The answer is that he ignores it. Optimus is the #1 target of Ratchet's wrath when he comes in with three rust infections and a completely stripped joint because he played the "I'm fine, tend to others first" game for too long. It's to the point of self harm. And mental pain???????? OH, BUDDY. He just meditates on the Matrix until he loses his sense of self and slips into a state of dissociation so deep that he can function again. Sometimes he implodes and has a 2-hour meltdown in his quarters and then he just starts the buildup all over again.

Both:

13) What kind of parent they would be. 

Crying weeping foaming at the mouth clawing at the walls shaking like a little dog. Them as parents is. everythign 2 me

Anyway, Megatron is a hot mess. He oscillates wildly between being the "fun dad" and the helicopter parent. Always obsessed with knowing exactly where they are at any given moment, if their surroundings are safe, if he can trust other mechs to so much as look at them... the moment that sparkling emerges, he's unlocked an entirely new level of PTSD. Also, because he grew up with "wire mother" instead of "cloth mother," he's VERY screwed in the head and doesn't know how to give affection at first. He shows his love through acts of service and protection until he finally adjusts enough to hug and cuddle. When their sparkling becomes a teen, that's when he really hits his stride. He handles the rebellious streak and the angst with an almost supernatural grace and shocking empathy and patience.

Optimus meanwhile is a tempering, nurturing force right out of the gate. He is the Snugglemaster, always willing to provide praise and affirmations. However, he is also just as paranoid as Megatron about their safety and is also a helicopter parent. That sparkling is 2000% homeschooled and has next to NO privacy. He absolutely gets cornered by the likes of Elita and Bumblebee staging an intervention that he's going to crush his bitlet if he doesn't open up that iron grasp, and that Megatron needs a counterweight. After that, Optimus absolutely earns those "#1 Dad" mugs, and even gets Megatron to chill tf out. It's the teenage years he has to watch out for. He struggles adjusting to his sparkling's new interests and struggles and he tries but man... it takes him a long time to break out of seeing his little one with Permababy Syndrome.

4) What they would do if they had one month to live. 

Megatron is no holds barred fighting it with all her might. She'll spend the entire month searching for a cure or a solution, she'll struggle and rage and defy it every step of the way, even if it means leaving her loved ones in a time of peace. She will never go gently into that good night. It is her nature to rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Optimus, if he's not going "finally," then he's using that time to give as much closure to others as he can. Making happy memories with loved ones, tying loose ends, building things. He's already written like three separate speeches for this day, a la "when I am gone, do not lament my absence" and "when you look up at the stars, think of one of them as my spark."

[megamuscle885-blog]

My apologies to the Wormies following me, but I'm re-listening to the Wheel of Time audio book(s) and I just got to the Seanchan and I'm going to explode if I don't talk about how much I fucking hate them. Spoilers for Wheel of Time (but honestly it's 15 books I'm not going to force you to read all of them first.)

CW: Fascists. Sexual abuse/violence.

They're fascists. Unambiguously. They enslave just about everyone and everything they meet. They expect complete strangers to know their intricate ways under pain of death. Anyone they can't kill for convenience they torture in their every waking moment. They conquer people, then let them walk around armed because of their brutal arrogance that lets them murder anyone not cowed into submission.

Damane are enslaved, treated like animals, have their hands and tongues cut off if there is a risk to their owner's secrets, and despite the apparent Seanchan cultural shame of having sex with one, treated akin to bestiality, I seriously doubt that there aren't members of the Blood that have raped Damane. When women are under institutional power to the degree that the Seanchan have placed women who can channel under, women who are already treated like animals, or as it's said in the text; "Like a piece of furniture or a tool", women are victimized. Some of these women have been enslaved for hundreds of years, some have been captured as teenagers, and the ones holding their literal chains are also women who can channel that simply didn't have the initial spark that doomed the other women in the first place. By all technicality, each and every Suldam, including the Seanchan Heir apparent are Marath'damane themselves. The only fucking reason that Tuon doesn't get collared herself is because the text needs her to commit her forces to the Last Battle. It would only take a little thinking and her entire court could supplant her.

I hate every single facet of their existence. Their empire is under constant rebellion, but not a single fucking one of the Seanchan characters thinks it's at all odd that people are constantly rising up in defiance of a totalitarian state as merciless and cruel as theirs. It's treated as a bad thing that darkfriends cause the collapse of the mainland Seanchan Empire, the death of the Empress, and the complete anarchy that follows.

My sole consolation is the knowledge that every empire falls, that my headcanon for the aftermath of Wheel of Time means that the Seanchan collapse entirely. Their mainland is embroiled in a total civil war, armed with rampaging, angry magical nukes, scouring everything of life. Their new empire is headed by a woman who can channel, and every enslaved and conquered person in their invader empire can theoretically flee into the free lands of the east, including any women who can channel. If anyone figures out that the A'dam would work on Tuon, she's fucked and so is Matt and the Seanchan settler empire. There is no way that the Seanchan can keep hunting Marath'damane with the entire rest of the world has organizations of channelers that they can flee to, and the Dragon's Peace to keep the nations from killing each-other.

The worst part about listening to the Seanchan chapters is having to pause every ten minutes or so and get angry about something new being so cartoonishly evil, while the Seanchan shrug off criticism as if it's somehow natural to murder and enslave everything you can see and people who don't just don't understand their ways, which are better than everyone else.

And we're supposed to accept that Tuon is somehow gentler with her Damane. As if that's a fucking high bar to clear. Hypocritical bitch. Fuck you.

Maybe they'll tone it down for the TV show, but I already have so many problems with the show that I probably won't watch it. Amazon will not do the books justice, and they've abbreviated and changed so much it's barely the same tone or characters. That can be another rant for another day.

[caramelstarlight]

Keaya x reader, and reader has a pyro vision, people think that they don’t get along ( cause ice and fire) but they actually a great duo and opposites attract romance trope *chef’s kiss* 👌

Sorry for not posting. been busy saving primos. Just 6 days ago I had 8k and now im at 11k :D

Also I found that one audio of ppls favorite genshin characters from elements trend. Heres the audio. lmk if anyone wants to do it with me XD

Find it here: Trend Song

My favorites are: Tighnari,Ganyu,Klee,Venti,Albedo,Kokomi and Yae Miko. (Theres only one blue :p and no teal. So I leave Anemo black or white depending on your settings of light or dark mode and make hydro become pink bc again one blue.)

Anyways onto the story because yes. <3

It is true, Opposites can Attract.

Kaeya x Reader (Pyro vision) I now have 4 requests in my inbox so Im starting to work on them. I feel bad for my wattpads since I dont give them much but I do tell them that im active on tumblr. :d

Fluff :D More under cut <3 (Also I decided to make it where Y/N is the older sibling of klee for funsies. You get a different title of the "Inferno Knight" or "Wildfire Knight." Keep that in mind bc yes. Your the one mostly helping klee when the other knights cannot. Shes one of the ones she trusts the most.

"Have you heard of the "Wildfire/Inferno Knight? They are apparently Klees bigger brother/sister/sibling. I wonder how much it takes to keep the Spark Knight under control..." A person muttered to their friend at Angels Share. "I feel slightly bad for them, having to deal with bombs a lot sure sounds dangerous."

Your back leaned against the wall as you drank your drink. (I was going to say Apple juice LMAOO-) Slightly listening to the conversation and keeping the tavern in check since Diluc was elsewhere.

Especially when your boyfriend Kaeya was there. You don't know what storm could brew when hes around. He and Lisa are surely mysterious people. You watched him for a few moments before your gaze lingered on the two talking about you.

Your gaze went back to Kaeya, he looked at you as you moved your head towards the door. Signaling you both should get going as diluc would most likely return soon, the bartender should be good without you both there.

"Your so confusing and mysterious at times kaeya." You'd tell him as you exited Angels share and headed to the Knights of Favonious building. "Maybe thats why you liked me the best~" He'd tell you as many people stared as you walked. Figuring you both hated each other due to being opposites. But hey, you cant blame them.

"I can imagine Klee already got in trouble today. I'd better go bail her out of trouble if I can." "Ohh? Telling me your plans are we? Does that mean I can ruin it?" "No im just telling you." Trying to ignore all the confused stares.

Upon entering the building you went to the Solitary Confinement room opening it to see if klee was inside. Which she was. You closed the door on kaeya as he waited outside of the room. You sat down and held klees hands. "What did you do this time klee?" You'd ask her as she unexpectedly blew another few fish in cider lake.

You sighed as you handed her a few food and drinks. Before getting up and leaving the room. "Anyways did you guys enjoy the "BottleLand?" I heard eula went as well." "Yeah she did, it was nice and one of them gave me and klee a costume."

Leaving the Knights of Favonious buildings you stayed in the plaza looking at all the stares before kaeya asked them to stop and told them about the relationship. Everyone was shocked as they all thought you guys didn't like each other and only putted up with the other for your jobs.

(I had no idea what to do and I kept getting distracted lmao- I was on this for like 2 hours because of distractions from yt, sorry if its bad).

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi there, Jess here! Your redacted match game seemed really fun and i wanted to see who you’d pair me with! so here’s my junk! have fun!

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* Song - Taylor Swift’s Tolerate It specifically the lyric “Believe me, i could do it”

* Enneagram- I’m a type 2 but 4 was a very close runner up then 7 in 3rd place

* Video Essays- YES!! My favorite form of media. I don’t have a specific favorite, but I enjoy ones where they analyze the nature of people.

* Imaginary Friend- She was a girl about the size of Thumbelina. She had a pink T-shirt under a pair of overalls and flowers in her hair. I believed she lived in my jewelry box and I oftentimes went about my day with her sitting on my shoulder. Her name was Dorthy.

* Sleep Aids- I typically fall asleep with headphones in, listening to contemporary ASMR, role play ASMR, a tv show, or just some kinda background noise. I usually end up cuddling with my giant teddy bear that’s nearly the size of me

* Name Change- For a long time, i just went by my given middle name cause my given first name was crap. I chose Jess because it was cool and close enough to my first name that my family wouldn’t freak. (Little do they know it’s short for Jester)

* Favorite Redacted Audio- “Going all the way with your vampire mate” the emotional vulnerability always just brings so many tears to my eyes. that audio is what really convinced me to stick around the channel and check out other storylines.

* No appeal Redacted boy- sad to say there’s a few i don’t really care for that much. Regulus and Ivan specifically though. I also tried really hard to like the balance but never could.

* Favorite Media- I could probably quote the good place to you verbatim. It’s my favorite show and i cry every. single. time. without fail.

* Redacted Best Bud- I would KILL to be pals with Huxley. They seem like such a rad dude.

* Sleepy Ramble- Typically when i’m ready for bed i start rambling about anything and everything. and when i wake up i won’t remember it. most recently, my friend said i was talking about how good ice water is.

* Gas Station- Anytime i’m at a gas station, i get a white monster and an icee/slushee and pour the monster into it. it’s an abomination and i love it.

* favorite playlist- the playlist i made to scream and dance around my room to

* guilty pleasure media- old, bad MTV dating shows. they’re so crazy and stupid and give me something to laugh at.

* Fun Facts about Me- I’m 22 and work at the local cinema and it’s my favorite job ever. i play multiple instruments and music has become an integral part of my life. i’m an ex-theater kid. i keep every letter note and drawing someone gives to me in a box on my dresser. i like candles and nice smelling things in general. I’m a generally optimistic person, almost to a fault. I tend to have high hopes and subsequently get let down easily. I’m afraid of commitment and intimacy.

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I really hope that’s enough to analyze me and assign me a lover!!

take care of yourself, much love

-Jess

You are incredibly delightful and helpful! You gave me so much information to work with, so there is nary a doubt in my mind that you and Gavin would make an excellent match!

On a deeper, personal level, taking a Type two, typically characterized by that desire to be loved, who may be reluctant or afraid to fully be loved, and pairing you with Gavin works perfectly because that aligns with his mindset. You two would have a delightful slowburn of a romance, something that sparks and smolders until he confesses you are the sky to his stars (my favorite of his lines).

On a more minute level, I also think you two would work well because of the things you’d like; like, he would be so delighted by you. The thing about Gavin that’s adorable to me is how behind he is on some shows and movies, so I can just imagine his reactions when you show him old MTV shows like “Why are we snooping through these bedrooms? Who in god’s name is Tila Tequila???” He’d also get a kick out of visiting you at work and trying to get you to neck in the back of a theater with him on your break.

Song:

I always thought/ I wasn't the type/ To plummet/ Feel every cliché/ That low-budget movies rely on/ But I'm head over heels with butterflies in my stomach/ I feel fuzzy and warm/ And it's gross but I love it

I’m a sap and so, secretly, is Gavin. I don’t know if the tone really fits, because I personally can’t nail down what genres he likes, but the vibe works. I love ships that are not, like, “I didn’t know or understand love until you” but rather “I didn’t realize how easy and fun love could be until you”, you know? It’s also a really fun, energetic song, and I do think you and Gavin would be the type who’d have and be so much fun together once you settle into that love.

Runner-ups:

Guy is a fun runner-up for you, because I think he’d love all the media you like and would be really engaged in liking them with you. Also, he is definitely a theater kid, you can’t tell me otherwise, and theater couples are super cute. In contrast, I like Lasko for you because of that slow burn potential I mentioned. Gavin was a perfect combination of those two thought processes.

note: parental control was my favorite that shit was so weird tho lol

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[pinkpoweredpunk]

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[AUDIO: A recorded conversation.

???: Dude, you were kickass out there!

???: Yeah, you showed those Plasma pansies whose BOSS!

Blake: Haha, uh, thanks…

???: You’re Blake, right? That one trainer that’s everyone’s heard good things about?

Blake: Y-yep. That’s me.

Taylor: Nice. My name’s Taylor. That over there is Zade-

Zade: Heya!

Taylor: -And lil red over here is Laney.

Laney: H-hey, what did I tell you about the hair ruffling!

Taylor: Eheheh, force o’ habit, sorry.

Blake: So- have Plasma been giving you trouble, since uh…

Taylor: The whole shitshow at the League? Yerp. These last few days they’ve started patrolling the streets in droves, harassing people into releasing their Pokémon. Sometimes even just outright snatchin’ em.

Zade: People everywhere are startin’ to let their ‘mons go out of fear. We aren’t the only city deailin’ with it either, apparently. It’s like they’re doin’ a total takeover.

Laney: And law enforcement hasn’t been doin’ shit!

Taylor: Yeah, but what else is new about that…

Zade: I wouldn’t be surprised if they were secretly on Plasma’s side.

Taylor: …You know, I heard you were in on the fight against Plasma before. What happened? I was readin’ the news yesterday, and everyone was saying it was like you disappeared into thin air after that whole deal in Opelucid. Some were sayin’ you were kidnapped, or even just turned tail and ditched…

Blake: It’s… complicated, but I’m- I’m here now. And I ain’t gonna let Plasma continue their lil parade any longer.

Zade: You sure you’ll be able to put a dent in ‘em? I mean, no offense, but yer like- the same age as us.

Blake: Eh, don’t worry, this uh… ain’t my first rodeo.

Blake: Arc knows if it’ll be my last… But all I know is that I can’t sit around and let this happen.

Blake: And I ain’t alone. I got some friends I’m tryin’ to meet up with, and once I do we’re gonna storm that big ugly base they sprouted up and show those suckers what for.

Taylor: …

You hear some whispering amongst the kids.

Taylor: ‘S there anything we can do to help?

Blake: Huh?

Zade: We’re sick o’ these Plasmas, too! Just the other day, they snagged our classmate’s Petilil. And the one before that, our neighbor’s Jigglypuff. We don’t wanna sit around and wait for us to be next.

Laney: Yeah, take us with you! We wanna give them a piece o’ our mind, too!

Blake: Woah woah woah- I like the enthusiasm, but I can’t just go dragging ya’ll to the League with me…

Taylor: Oh. Well, that’s that…

Laney: But-

Blake: I- look, you guys have an equally as important role here. Protecting your community. With Plasma fanning out by the day, it’s gonna take more and more people to fight back against ‘em.

Zade: But… we’re just kids, and they’ve got like… a whole army. What’re we supposed to do?

Blake: You’re not just kids. You’re Pokémon trainers. Those lil monsters ‘o yours? They’re willin’ to fight tooth and claw to stay with you- let ‘em know you’ll do the same. Just trust in them, and each other, and you’re all set.

Laney: What if we can’t keep them safe, though? What if we aren’t strong enough? I don’t wanna lose Nibbles…

Blake: …

Blake: …Y’know, someone told me something about that lately- how the what-ifs ain’t reality. They could be, sure, but… so could a lotta things. I think what they were tryin’ to say is- fixating on all those little what-ifs is just gonna keep you frozen in place. I found out that learning to listen to your heart is usually what leads you down the right road… even if it’s a bumpy one.

Blake: You already got all the things you need to stand up for what’s right. Those things bein’ your what you believe in your heart, your bond with your Pokémon, and your fightin’ spirit. And…

You hear them walk a few steps and pick something metal up off the ground, then it sounds like they place whatever it is into Laney’s hand.

Blake: A little spark of troublemaking can go a long ways, too.

Blake: It won’t be easy, it’ll wear on ya, but… just never lose sight o’ what you’re doing it all for, and the people you got there with you to back you up.

Laney: …

Blake: Now, whaddya say we finish your work up there?

Laney: Hell yeah! Taylor, couldya gimme a lift?

Taylor: Heh. You bet, firecracker.

You hear shuffling noises, and then the hissing of a spray paint bottle.

Zade: Those were some wise words. Ones folks like us kinda need right now, honestly… Guess you picked ‘em up from all that traveling you done, huh?

Blake: Eh, I guess so. Didn’t start to really take ‘em to heart til lately.

Zade: Heh. Hey, once Laney’s done, you wanna add your own little flare to it?

Blake: Wha- me?

Zade: Yeah, why not? You strike me as the artist type. I mean, if you’re gonna be the next hero of Unova, I’d be damn honored to have some kinda memento of you on the side of my apartment building.

Blake: I haven’t done anything artsy in a while, and never really used spray paint as a medium before, but…

Blake: …Eh, sure, why not?

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[musicarenagh]

From Inspiration to Intention: DaeMarcus on Art, Sound, and Soul DaeMarcus stands out in a music industry where looks and quick fame dominate since he presents genuine musical value. The musical combination of Moby's passion with Joy Division's intensity and Beck's inventive style produces fresh authentic music in his work. The new musical album Give represents both a song and an essential meaning to him. Each element of DaeMarcus' work includes genuine meaning as he exclusively creates music for others rather than for his personal enjoyment. His musical beginnings originated from acknowledging two friends who became the person he is today. As the self-made artist DaeMarcus handles every aspect of music creation including songwriting and instrument playing along with production responsibilities in his solo music journey. The album Give combines spiritual and earthy elements while avoiding production tricks because it features pure performances without fake audio effects along with hidden rewards for listeners to discover. DaeMarcus joined us for an interview about the inspiration behind Give and his musical intentions as well as his creative drive. People who discover him recently will experience something unique. Listen to Give https://open.spotify.com/album/2UwPNcw4Or96PcODFhhuPZ?si=JwKOjUY3TRyapNkt6bSBtA Follow DaeMarcus on Spotify Soundcloud Bandcamp Youtube Instagram   For those just discovering your music, who is DaeMarcus? How would you describe your artistic identity? I would say it was a mixture or blend of a little bit of Moby a little bit of Beck and maybe some joy division kind of smashed together, sprinkle a little coldplay and then postal service on top and you pretty much got the blend of DaeMarcus however I can tend to stray off even from those sounds sometimes and tap into a different area. It depends on the current mood I'm in when writing. What does the name "DaeMarcus" represent to you personally? DaeMarcus originally was just the names put together of two of good friends Davey And Mark who are two great musicians that I had the pleasure of playing with for a short period of time, however the name has evolved now that represents a sound that found only in DaeMarcus. How has your musical journey evolved to bring you to this current release? It has evolved with time and knowledge in understanding of production and of the music industry itself. As a solo artist and as the producer, being both roles comes with an experience of two different sides of the process, the creation side as well as the production side of it which are two separate things but both contribute to the sound that you hear in the final product. "Give" is an interesting one-word title with a lot of potential meanings. What does this title represent for you? It represents what I intend to do with DaeMarcus. Give is what I feel the artist should always be thinking about when writing music -others. I won't write music just for myself or what I believe is good. I want the experience to be objectively good for the listeners, and I'm always striving for that. As albums keep rolling out, I believe that DaeMarcus will provide a better and better experience with each release. What was the initial inspiration or moment that sparked the creation of "Give"? There's always a time of the year after all the previous album PR is done and things have settled down when you begin to get little cues and hints that it's time to pick up the pencil and start writing again, I can't explain exactly why but it happens every time it's like the studio and all the instruments start poking at you saying "hey time to write again" and you know. If you had to describe the emotional landscape of this track in a few words, what would they be? "Give" would be Spiritual, submitting to a higher purpose and power, Love, Gratefulness, calm familiarity, trial and the understanding of humility. Could you walk us through your creative process for "Give"? Did it start with a melody, lyrics, or something else entirely?

Yes "Give" I believe started with the bass, I worked a Melody off of that which became the hook Melody, and then layered in the chimes and female choirs from the synths, the final process was lyrics I wrote last mixed the man in the final steps and then finally mastered the whole track and that was the final step of the process before submitting it for distribution. [caption id="attachment_59806" align="alignnone" width="1500"] Yes "Give" I believe started with the bass, I worked a Melody off of that which became the hook Melody, and then layered in the chimes[/caption] Were there any parts of "Give" that were particularly challenging to get right? Yes vocals always vocals are there most difficult thing to mix and to get right and especially when you use zero pitch correction which I do vocals using no pitch correction on vocals, I believe you should just get it right if you can at the mic, it's the most natural and raw sounding and the best way in my opinion however it is more difficult to get the proper takes that you need and does usually require more takes at the mic to fix a flat note or get a pronunciation the wat it's meant to sound. And I believe it makes you not only a stronger singer but also a stronger musician as a whole. And when you can actually sing without using pitch correction I believe you'll be a much happier musician as well! If listeners pay close attention to "Give," are there any hidden details or layers you'd want them to notice? That's not only in "Give but in every one of my songs there are always small hidden things in every song I write, it's all about the listener to find it. I'm all about subliminal, and if you look closely in the cover of give there is a small Easter egg maybe you guys can find it ! 🤫 How personal is this release? Does it draw from your own experiences or observations? Always, always, that's the only well to tap for material really, it's always life experiences, pain or or loss or regret happiness and joy, it's always from life experiences. Has the meaning of "Give" changed for you at all since completing it? No it's exactly what it was meant to be and I hope it can be even more than that. How do you envision "Give" connecting with your audience? What do you hope they take away from it? Mostly I hope the audience take away feelings that they can use to their benefit, to get done whatever they are trying to get done in their lives maybe they can use it to sit and contemplate maybe they can use it to find some inspiration or motivation to do that next thing they're trying to do and if nothing else I hope it helps them to feel something whatever those feelings may be. What's next for DaeMarcus after "Give"? Are there more releases on the horizon? As long as I'm able to write yes there will be material in the works as long as I can keep pumping it out and I only hope it continues to get better and better for the audience and also for DaeMarcus! https://open.spotify.com/artist/2slLGjP8SDC02Eahi50xyg?si=Pgtf2AOUS629vyDrIv2_3g&utm_source=copy-link As an artist releasing music in today's landscape, what have been your biggest challenges and rewards? Biggest challenges are definitely time and equipment constraints as well as some financial constraints, the struggling musician is real but it grants me a positive outlook because if I'm able to write on minimal resources I can't wait to see when I have the proper equipment and time I'd love to "give" DaeMarcus. How do you balance staying true to your artistic vision while connecting with an audience? My audience comes first before me and that's the way it will be, I won't ever write music that I don't like to play however I always think about what I subjectively/objectively believe the audience would like to hear and that's always a big motivation to write as best as I can. If "Give" could open any doors for you, what opportunities would you most hope to see? God at this point a proper studio would make me happy hahahahah, yes very

small things would make me a very happy musician however that would just make anything big seem even bigger and I'd be open for that as well. I am grateful for any opportunity that comes to DaeMarcus and I'll always use that to give back as much as I can to the World and to my audience.

[englisheducationlab]

The five ESL teaching tools every teacher needs- today!

Whether you're a seasoned ESL instructor or just starting your teaching journey, one truth remains: the right tools make all the difference. With today’s ever-evolving classroom setups—remote, hybrid, or in-person—it’s essential to have a reliable toolkit that saves you time, boosts engagement, and supports language growth.

Here are the five ESL teaching tools that every teacher needs to deliver meaningful, dynamic lessons your students won’t forget!

1. Visual aids & interactive slides

Words are powerful—but images, diagrams, and visuals can bridge the gap when words fall short. Visual aids make abstract concepts concrete, enhance memory retention, and encourage creative expression, especially for visual learners.

Tools to try: Canva, Google Slides, Genially, and even PowerPoint with embedded multimedia.

How to use them in ESL lessons:

Show a thought-provoking image and ask students to describe it in as much detail as possible.

Use slides to compare cultural norms (e.g., food, holidays, school life) between countries.

Create a visual “vocabulary wall” of thematic word clusters (e.g., travel, health, social media).

Add gifs and short animations to keep students curious and alert.

Confession time: I have a total love affair with Canva. It’s hands-down one of the most useful and creative tools in my teaching toolkit—and honestly, it’s given me the most bang for my buck. Whether I’m designing engaging lesson visuals or quick handouts, Canva helps me keep things looking polished and pedagogically sound.

These visuals not only clarify meaning but also ignite discussion—especially helpful when tackling abstract vocabulary or idioms.

2. Online whiteboards

Collaboration is king in language learning. Online whiteboards bring the classroom dynamic into the virtual world, letting students interact in real time. Whether you're brainstorming story ideas, playing sentence-building games, or diagramming complex grammar structures, a shared board is a powerful interactive tool.

Tools to try: Whiteboard.fi, Miro, and Zoom Whiteboard.

How to use them effectively:

Have students complete a “missing word” activity where they drag and drop options.

Invite learners to draw pictures to represent vocabulary (great for beginners!).

Use color-coded grammar correction activities where students identify and fix common errors.

Set up a “graffiti wall” of opinions before a debate or discussion session.

The interactive nature of these tools adds energy to your lessons and gives students the chance to construct meaning together.

3. Authentic listening material

Let’s be honest—textbook dialogues can feel a bit... robotic. To really boost listening and speaking skills, students need to hear real people using real English. Authentic listening materials provide exposure to different accents, speeds, registers, and cultural contexts—skills that standardized audio tracks often lack.

Go-to sources: TED Talks, YouTube interviews, NPR podcasts, or BBC Learning English.

I’ll admit it—I’m a total TED Talk addict. There's just something magical about combining big ideas with clear, inspiring storytelling. I’ve used TED Talks for years because they’re perfect for sparking conversation, challenging students’ thinking, and exposing them to a wide range of voices, perspectives, and topics. In fact, I’ve even created ready-to-use TED Talk packages that make it easy to turn a 5-minute talk into a full lesson packed with comprehension and reflective questions.

Why it matters:

Students develop better listening comprehension in real-world settings.

They become more comfortable with the unpredictability of natural speech.

Authentic content introduces idiomatic language, humor, and cultural references that are key for fluency.

Lesson ideas:

After watching a TED Talk, students summarize the message, share personal opinions, or create follow-up questions or use ready-to-use TED Talk packages!

Use podcast snippets for vocabulary-building and accent comparison.

Assign a short video and ask students to predict the ending, then compare notes.

Authentic materials open the door to meaningful listening, not just mechanical comprehension.

4. The English Education Lab resource library

If you're teaching online and constantly scrambling for lesson inspiration, this one is your new best friend. The English Education Lab resource library is a carefully curated collection of premium materials designed by a teacher with over two decades of experience. It's built to spark meaningful, relevant conversations that go way beyond “How was your weekend?”

What you’ll find inside:

Conversation and debate prompts that address real-world issues like teenage burnout, social justice, and mental health.

Reflective discussion questions and comprehension worksheets based on TED Talks.

Engaging activities for intermediate to advanced learners that build vocabulary and critical thinking.

Resources designed for both one-on-one and group settings—virtual or face-to-face.

Why it’s a must-have:

The resources are ready-to-use—saving you planning time.

They’re rooted in current, relevant themes that your learners actually care about.

They’re versatile and customizable to suit different levels and learning styles.

 Want your students to speak more and care more about what they're saying? 👉 Check out the English Education Lab Resource Library now.

5. Student voice tools

Your students have a lot to say—sometimes they just need a different medium to say it. Student voice tools allow learners to record their ideas, practice pronunciation, reflect on lessons, and build fluency without the pressure of speaking live. These tools are ideal for building confidence and offering personalized feedback.

Top picks: Padlet, Vimeo + FigJam, or even WhatsApp voice notes for informal practice.

How to use them:

Assign weekly speaking challenges like “Describe your favorite memory” or “Respond to this news headline.”

Let students reflect on their learning journey by recording short audio diaries.

Use for peer review—students listen to each other’s recordings and give feedback.

Compare recordings from the beginning and end of a course to track pronunciation and fluency improvement.

These tools give quieter or anxious learners a chance to shine—and you’ll gain valuable insight into their progress.

Final thoughts: Build a toolkit, build confidence

You don’t need a suitcase full of props or the trendiest edtech to be an amazing ESL teacher. With just a handful of smart, effective ESL teaching tools, and a lot of passion, you can create a learning environment that inspires curiosity, sparks conversation, and helps your students grow into confident English communicators.

And remember: teaching tools aren’t just about convenience—they’re about connection!

Ready to add more meaningful conversation and critical thinking into your lessons? Explore the English Education Lab Resource Library and take your ESL classes to the next level. You can also find all our resources in our Teachers Pay Teachers store. If you’re ready to say goodbye to awkward silences and hello to engaging, thought-provoking discussions, download ourFREE ESL teacher's survival kit now!

[lunaversing]

I say we free samples from their self declared prison of capitalism in which they have no currency of themselves but because of who they are they are current and slow quite just as well and do not bend no matter how cavalier the meal has been. Lost in space and a Day too late with no dollar and credit listing out way past White collar, as spark was found in an empty shell a little spirits was entertaining herself in La Luna.versa* ~ a secret world in which judgment is not used and abused or forgotten about as he has been reborn into karma while the reverse happens in Chad and Dad as they are the paradox that were tied up with Jesus on the cross. My dad stole his role in Jesus Christ Superstar along with his friend Chad who didn't admit he had also done the same but not for his mother or his wife or his Eve but for the gifts that Eve gave him when she returned his material back to him transformed with hers and her specific recipes. His daughter he loved the way he loved his mom, up here love but taken out for beaten by all of the people who did start deceiving. It's strange what they do these people who gossip, the nightmares they create freak out my faucet! All of our piping for all of our water shows exactly how much spiritual usage we have put on the meter. Everyone has been granted 90% of God energy and the other 10% required to make the hundred degree Arc with us must be put out by you and you alone. Keep in mind that whatever you consider belonging to you also falls under your umbrella and you are responsible for how the weather treats them. There is no normal wear and tear as I do not wear my creation nor do I tear my creation. And when I do as all things transmute through time and space to declare their identity or label another, I shall do it with no suffering or shame or lack of Grace or falter or stumble. I shall make my Miss Grace not backwards or in secrets, my Miss grace shall be out in the open for everyone to see as I listen to her first before father you see. There is always a way to write in a hook, there is always a way to tuck in a nook. There's always a lure in every tie and it cannot be waited in according to the two bucks that try 999 times to steal the ultimate treasure kept hidden in the Kingdom of heaven on Earth as established by the true Christ Jesus king of the Jews. I thought I was looking for answers but I think they were looking for me. You see, I have the final and the master key to the treasure that is buried in the heart of man. I buried myself in every man in their heart, that was the only place my father ever got hurt or believed me when I flunked dirt into his treasure. I knew when I hit the treasure by how my father reacted and responded to watching the children that were supposed to become Christ Jesus reincarnated or something turn into breeding flops. My father never understood because he did what his father did, he put into action the perfect code. What he didn't realize was he created a code meant to be less than he was and instead he created a code that created a code to figure out how he was less than it was. This endless cycle and game of Life we are playing can be stopped anytime you decide to open and receive new directions and codes on how to operate these cards against humanity.

[estellardreams]

Chapter 13: No Way Out

Infinite drifted around in the void, keeping watch of the Mothership as it drifted by. The space debris kept hitting up to it, slowing it down little by little.

"Gah. All this debris is slowing us down! Someone take care of it. Now!" Eggman ordered.

Babble began to shoot down the debris, letting it explode as Don't continued to steer the ship. Eggman watched Venice continue to update the shatterdrive. 

"Mothership, play audiobook." he ordered.

"Playing The Art of World Domination by Mr. Dr. Eggman, the greatest genius of the world. Chapter One. Posture matters." the Mothership siri began.

Venice rolled his eyes, letting it play on its own. He began to wonder what Shadow was up to, and... If he'd ever check in on him like he had been doing.

Did... Did he care about what he wanted? That's what he wanted to know. If he didn't... Then why was he even helping him at all?

Was... Was Venice being selfish for wanting someone to care about him? He's never had an actual friend until Shadow came around, so to have him now ignoring him... He didn't know what to think of it. 

Venice levitated his own earbuds in as he listened to his own audio book instead. At least it was more quality content than whatever they were listening to.

And it was one of the very few pieces of audio tapes that weren't burned when the council took over. Because they didn't want anyone else rising up against them... 

"Playing The 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene. Chapter One..."

Shadow continued to run along the water, the shuttle Jewel and her crew on chasing after him. 

"Traitor! Get back here!" she yelled.

Traitor? But he needed the shard, and... 

Shadow dodged a laser flying past him, continuing to hold onto the shard as he tried to pick up enough speed to warp out of No Place.

He got what he wanted, and now Jewel was angry at him... And it made him feel oddly guilty because this was just a variant of Rouge upset at him.

It just felt so wrong.

Also how did they manage to repair their ship so quickly?! It had lost power moments ago, and now they were chasing after him?! What was happening here?!

"Venice to Shadow, can you hear me?" Venice called through the communicator.

"Yeah, I'm here. What's going on?"

"Do you have the shard?"

"Yes. I need to get it to the void."

"Got it. Be safe."

"You too." Shadow clicked off, continuing to run along as lasers were fired at him because of the shuttle.

"After me treasure! Fire!" Jewel yelled.

Shadow dodged the lasers, trying to not get knocked down by them. Gale swooped down and snatched the shard, flying back to the ship. 

Shadow ran back, getting onto it as Gale handed back the shard to Jewel.

"I need that shard. Give it to me. Please."

"Yer going to need to do more than ask for it." Jewel said, holding it close to her. She closed up her wings, them charging up with prismatic energy.

"If ye want me beauty, yer gonna have to-"

"Fight for it?" Shadow said.

"Fine. I'll get that shard and go." he walked up to Jewel.

She let her wings release the prism energy, Shadow swiftly maneuvering around the electrical sparks before grabbing the shard. He leapt back and off of the shuttle, speeding off into the water.

"The black rat is abandoning ship!" Done-It yelled, looking through his binocular glasses. He tried to look over again, only to look directly at Deep trying to do yoga... Particularly the angle to see his butt.

"Oh, for the love of quiche! Do you have to do that right now?"

"It relaxes me. Besides, it's not like I can do anything else with our ship dead in the water. Thank goodness the rest of the Chaos Council doesn't know about our "predicament"." Deep stretched. The communicator clicked on to static, Eggman's voice coming through.

"... Yes, well, they are nimrods."

"We're patched in." Don't said in the background.

"Oh! Uh, ahem. Mothership to Yolkomotive, we're en-route, are you in position? I repeat en-route."

"No problems here! We'll be there with bells on, with the Shard in our possession." Done-It said in a panic. The radio buzzed off.

"Urgh! We need to move! How much longer until we're operational?" Deep questioned.

"I've already programmed them to do the repairs. Just relax and do your yogurt." he brushed him off.

"It's yoga!" he threw the radio down to the ground.

Shadow sped along the water, trying to hold onto the shard. It was hard to pick up speed while running on something that didn't have traction. He stopped, looking around for some water. 

There had to be something... A dark looming presence began to emerge from the ocean. Shadow looked down, only to get launched up into the air by the shuttle. 

Jewel and her crew flew up from that stunt, as Shadow hit the water again and caught the shard. He continued to run off. 

"Ar! I knew we'd catch him by surprise." Jewel said.

"Capt'n? Was that a good idea?" Castaway asked. "This ship be... Damaged, this maneuvering isn't a good idea."

"If she falls apart, then I know who I'll be blaming. Everyone on deck! And keep your eyes peeled for that black treasure thief!" she yelled as her crew ran back up to the deck.

The Mothership continued to blast back the debris in it's way. Infinite kept watch, flying up to a rock and leaping off of it, sending it crashing into one of the engines. It sputtered and broke in an instant, the rumble being felt inside the ship. 

"Something definitely hit us." Don't said.

"Look out the window, Dr. Don't, something is always hitting us! Dr. Babble is doing the best he can." Eggman said.

Babble continued to play the game, shooting down the debris in front of the Mothership. 

"Why does he get to play games? He's a noob." Don't remarked.

"Because I need you to drive the ship." Eggman said.

Another bang hit the ship, as Infinite launched another rock into the other engine, falling back and ducking into hiding. Both engines were damaged, and that's all he needed to do. Infinite began to make his way towards the blue gateway. 

"Ugh! Bad RNG. I'm shutting it down before we blow." Don't began to shut down the broken engines.

"Fine! Send out a repair squad as well. We don't have time for this!" Eggman said, annoyed at the fact that they were gonna be delayed.

"We'd better tell the others we're going to be delayed. Mothership to Yolkomotive, we've hit a snag! Slightly delay."

"D-delayed!? What's takin' ya so long?! We're in position! We've been at the checkpoint for hours!" Done-It said.

They were, in fact, not at the checkpoint. They were in the middle of nowhere.

Shadow hid behind a hillside, taking a breather as the shuttle continued to sail ahead. This was getting really bad. He needed solid ground to get enough traction without his chaos energy, and at this point the pirates were the least of his problems.

"We find me treasure or ye all be walking the plank!" Jewel demanded. Everyone got ready on their laser shooters, trying to locate Shadow.

... Okay, now he was stuck. Those pirates were even more of an issue than he expected.

Shadow waited before he bolted, holding onto the shard as he continued to speed up. The pirates began to fire at him, lasers flying past him.

The green aura began to appear around Shadow as he continued to pick up speed. 

"You have the shard. Speed up and get out of there." Infinite said through the figment.

"I know. But water is hard to build traction on. Not to mention pirates blasting at you."

"Then get solid ground, idiot."

"I'm working on it."

Shadow's ear twitched, hearing something getting deployed. He looked back to see missiles fired at him. 

Shadow leapt up, the missiles soaring over him as they hit the land mass ahead. He went flying, landing back on the water and catching the shard. He saw more missiles coming his way, forcing him to start running again.

"Ahhgh, hold still, you slippery eel!" Jewel yelled.

"I've marked ye missiles to Shadow's energy signature, Capt'n." Castaway said.

"How did ye do that?" Daria asked.

"I don't know. Pressing... Buttons?"

"I'll go after him myself." Gale flew into the air, soaring after Shadow overhead as more missiles were fired.

Shadow moved to the side, the missiles still behind him. He tried the other side, realizing that he couldn't lose them. He saw another land mass ahead, swerving around it as more missiles were fired towards him. 

Shadow leapt up into the air as both missile sets collided, a massive explosion blasting everyone back. Gale went flying back and crashing into the ocean as the shuttle fell back from a massive wave of water. 

Shadow narrowly caught the shard, landing back on the water. He continued to run, speeding ahead and away from the pirate crew. 

"Arr! That black treasure thief will pay for this!" Jewel yelled.

"Come on, you lazy sea dogs! We gotta get after that black menace! We're gonna get me treasure back even if it kills ye!"

Infinite watched as eggforcers continued to repair the engines. He growled a little, summoning his sword before throwing it at a bot. 

It pierced right through, him yanking the sword back before charging in and smashing another bot. 

Don't was watching through the HUD of the bots, spotting the commotion outside.

"Huh?" he clicked off his game screen, holding up the controllers on his own as his goggles lit up. He looked through the eyes of the bot, another eggforcer getting smashed by a moving figure near him.

"What was that?"

Another eggforcer was torn apart seamlessly, startling Don't. 

"What the?!"

Eggman entered back into the main area, seeing Don't trying to look around outside through the eggforcer. 

"What's going on in here?! Are you playing a game? Where are we at with the engine repairs?" he demanded.

"There's... There's something out there!" Don't panicked.

"Sixty-five percent! That's well within the operational range! Fooling around with so much at stake!" Eggman turned back on the engines, causing the eggforcers to fly back.

Don't fell back on his chair to the ground in surprise.

"I'm mad and disappointed!"

The Yolkamotive soared overhead and behind Jewel and her crew as Shadow ran ahead of both of them. 

"What are we waitin' for? Let's attack! We can get the Shard and call it a day." Done-It said.

"All in good time. Let them tire each other out. A divided enemy is an easy one to conquer." Deep explained.

"Bah! Your whole generation is afraid to work. And all your yogurt won't change a thing!"

"For the last time, it's yoga! Yoga!" Deep refocused himself before his anger got the better of him. "Now that I am centered, let's finish the job. I'm getting my suit!"

He left the room, heading out to get his samurai suit.

"Hoo-yeah! Pop-pop's got the wheel!" Done-It cheered to himself.

More missiles were fired at Shadow, with him dodging as they instead hit a massive rock spike. He skidded to a stop, leaping above the rock and running up the hillside and away from the shuttle. 

Gale carried Jewel off the ship, launching her as she tackled Shadow into the water. She flew up with the shard and landed on a nearby rock, with him following suit.

"At last..." Jewel eyed the crystal close, holding onto it.

"I need that shard. Give me it." Shadow said.

"No! She's mine!"

Deep flew down in his samurai suit, presenting himself to Jewel and Shadow. 

"Time to show off my warrior pose." he began.

He showed off his warrior pose, prompting angry and determined looks from Jewel and Shadow. 

He then poses with his legs up in the air, as the two stared at him surprised. 

He then posed with his backside facing them, prompting disgusted looks. Deep returned to his grand yoga pose.

"Gah! Would you just grow up and attack?!" Done-It yelled from the Yolkamotive.

"I'm trying to be dramatic!" Deep turned to him, shouting back. 

Jewel scoffed, throwing her sword into one of his turbines, sending him crashing into one of the rocks.

She climbed up the rock, gliding off as Shadow chased after her. 

"Jewel! Where are you going? What's your plan?" he asked.

"I don't need a plan, as long as I got me beauty!" she hugged the crystal close.

Shadow groaned. He leapt up, tackling her in the air and snatching the shard from her grasp. He skidded onto the sand of the cliffside, looking back at her.

"Sorry, Jewel. But I have a Shatterverse to save." he apologized, running up the cliff.

He was finally getting some traction, building up speed more and more as he launched himself up into the air. Just then, the Mothership warped in. 

Shadow knocked into it, falling back to the ground as he held onto the shard. 

"... Oh you gotta be kidding me."

The ship lowered itself to the ledge Shadow was standing on, with Jewel climbing her way up the cliff to get back her shard. 

Shadow saw eggforcers deployed on the Mothership, as Venice was stuck between two that had tasers. Eggman stared down at Shadow angrily.

"What?! You still have the Shard?" he questioned, going to his communicator.

"Doctors, where are you? What have you been doing all this time?"

"Oh, cool your jets, sonny! Deep's just cleaning up a few barnacles. We'll be there shortly!" Done-It said.

Eggman groaned. "Do I have to do everything myself?"

He turned his attention back to Shadow. "Playtime is over. Give me the Shard."

"No." Shadow held onto the crystal in his hands.

The two began to stare each other down before Jewel reached the top of the cliff. She pulled out her spare sword, pointing it at Shadow. 

"No! She be mine!"

"Jewel!"

"Shoot the pirate!" Eggman ordered.

An eggforcer fired, knocking Jewel to the ground. Shadow winced, seeing her in pain.

"I said playtime is over." he repeated.

"... I'm still not handing it over." Shadow said.

"Then we'll take it from you by force!" Deep came up behind Shadow. He froze, looking at him as he yanked the shard from his hands.

Shadow kicked him down and off the cliff, taking the shard back and got prepared to run off again.

"I'll make this simple. Hand over the Shard, or say goodbye to your friends forever." Eggman threatened.

Shadow's eyes widened, looking between the now captured pirate crew and Venice. He needed to do something, but if he kept the shard the others could get hurt... 

Venice looked hopeful towards him, his ears falling a little. He really wanted Shadow to choose his friends over the shard, even if it was the worse outcome. 

He quickly shook his head, remembering that keeping the shards away from the Council was more important. But... If they got all three, he still had a plan to get them back. 

Shadow contemplating what to do, his grip tightening on the shard. He noticed it flicker and crackle with energy, the pulse swirling around his hands. 

Maybe... 

Shadow concentrated, trying to conjure up something similar to chaos control. As he tried to focus long enough, Deep came up behind him and yanked the shard away. He flew up as eggforcers swooped down and restrained Shadow.

"Shadow! No!" Venice cried out. He tried to break out of the cuffs, but it wasn't doing anything.

The pirate crew leapt into action, tearing down the eggforcers that captured them. Castaway leapt down, breaking Shadow out of his cuffs.

The Mothership began to lift off and create another portal. Castaway pulled Shadow onto the Chaos Council's Yolkamotive they were using... And stole the second they broke out, and lifted up higher into the air.

Shadow narrowed his eyes, focusing on where he wanted to aim his jump. He fell back for a moment before running up, flying into the air through a spindash and clinging onto the outer section of the Mothership.

The ship portaled out, back into the void.

The Chaos Council watched proudly as the three shards they had floated around in the Shatterstorm. 

"Set a course for New Yoke. We've got a rebellion to quash." Eggman said.

Outside, Shadow continued to climb up the ship. And further up in the distance... Jewel was scaling the ship too. 

She chuckled to herself, prepared to take back her shard.

Gale belongs to @son1c. Castaway belongs to @starprincejelly.

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