#lotta ships this go round i was feeling romantical

[calamaroo]

Silly Octonauts Doodles! Part 2. (Featuring ships and an OC!!) ====================

Dashi x Tweak!! 🩷💚 the most best lesbians ever!! <33

Barnacles x (OC) Arthur!! ❤️💙

They are so gay and I love them with all my heart! Barns gets so concerned when Arthur (a grizzly bear) hibernates X3

Arthur belongs to : @mildy-vibing

Bianca x Pearl!!💙💛🩷

Fun fact! In Inuit culture, they are very open to sharing, however, it is considered rude to ask too many questions -- they believe you are not listening to what they're saying if you need clarification, and because Bianca is more in tune to their culture than her brother is, she lives by it more obviously ;3

Also... me too, Pearl, meeee too 🫣

Barnacles and Peso! 💙🩵 Sound the Octo-Alert!!

Peso x Kwazii!! 🧡🩵 he pulls this stunt all the time, you cannot deny it

My bestie's @animalsalvationassociation OCs!!! Just a fun drawing of her characters!!

That's all for part two. I hope you enjoyed it!! >3o

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[domesticblisss]

I Take You Back

Eli Drake/LA Knight x OFC Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1140 Warnings: Very little fluffy and a lotta angst. Tiny sex mention. Summary: Eli finally meets the love of his life, but is love enought to change a man? Inspired by Wolf Alice’s song, "Lipstick on the Glass" A/N: First time writing LA, hope you guys like it!

It has been a month now. A month since he last saw her, a month since she last sat her empty, lipstick stained wine glass on his counter, a month that it stood there, a month since she left.

Their paths crossed when Eli signed with NWA for his second run with the company. He had been following her work for some time now, always bringing it up in interviews and mentioning how, if he ever got a manager, he would want someone like Ellie Andrews.

Loud mouthed, trash talking just like him, and looks that could kill, Ellie was the perfect person to accompany any wrestler, man or woman, to the ring. Ricky Starks was all praises when it came to her, telling how she had been responsible for all the accolades he had in the indies and how she helped him get his NWA contract.

The day they finally met cemented how Eli felt about her.

It was on an early saturday night where Eli had just gotten his contract signed and stood backstage watching that week’s Powerrr taping. Watching Ellie do her thing in person was even more mesmerising, her mic skills left the world's most renowned panellist eating dirt and every wrestler wished they could control the crowd like her. The segment went on, where she praised Ricky’s ring work, telling everyone how he should be at the top of the company, which ended up earning him a match for the Worlds Heavyweight Championship belt. Eli knew he was in love the moment Ellie walked back into gorilla, the provocative, spell-bounding manager became Elisa, the sweet, shy girl that would stay in the building until the last light was turned off, making sure every worker was alright.

He asked her on a date not even five minutes after being introduced to her, to which she agreed instantly, shocking the both of them.

The date was everything they could ask for and a bit more. The night started underneath the waters of the Georgia Aquarium, the dim lights setting the romantic mood even if they were surrounded by the most dangerous sharks on the planet. Eli was the gentleman she never thought he could be, making sure she was having a great time, listening to her talk about her life, in and outside of the ring, and what she liked the most about him: he made her laugh. The larger than life personality he had in the ring hugged her tightly, and made Ellie feel like she was the most important woman in the world. Almost like Gomez and Morticia.

That first date ended two days later, with her rushing out from beneath the sheets of his hotel bedroom on the next monday morning, fashionably late for flight to Los Angeles.

Eli and Ellie professed their love for each other on that first weekend, after god knows how many rounds of love making. They never understood why and how they moved so fast, as Eli was known as the perfect bachelor and Ellie, known for rarely making herself approachable, the personification of opposites attract.

A night where two old, estranged soulmates finally found each other again.

The relationship was kept secret by the couple for the first three months, finally being put out to the world when Ricky caught them making out in their dressing room.

Ricky did what he had to do: sat Ellie down in her favourite donut shop and had a big brother talk with her, telling her that Eli was a man whore, and to be careful. If anything happened and that if she ever needed, he would be there for her, no matter what. He would constantly check in with her to make sure everything was okay.

The first half year of them as a couple was flooded by comments coming from their closest friends. Eli would always hear about what an amazing woman she is, how great it was that he was finally setting down and that he needed a serious person in his life. On her end, things were a little different. Ellie’s friends would tell her constantly to be careful with him, to not trust him and that they would always be there for her no matter what.

Ellie couldn’t lie, even if she knew her friends’ concerns had a valid reason to exist, and that they only wanted the best for her, their comments still hurt.

Little by little, they changed that. Eli proved what an incredible boyfriend he was, and how he only had eyes for her, to the point of proposing to her in the middle of the ring after the Christmas episode ended.

February 14th, 2021. Valentine’s day, one year and eight months into their relationship. Eli Drake goes away and LA Knight is born.

Ellie was still on her NWA run when Eli had to move to Florida. Everything was fine in the beginning, they would visit each other when they had some free time, FaceTime calls were done daily and their relationship followed as normally as it could.

She could feel Eli distancing himself with time. He would have excuses for her not to come visit, the daily calls now only happened twice a week and he was always evasive.

Fast cars and faster women, praise and recognition, and a shiny title belt, his teenager dreams were finally real.

Night after night, girls after girls, in hotel rooms, on his bed, on their bed.

That tragic night was no different, following the same routine he did almost every day, Eli went bar hopping, found a couple of girls that got easily attracted by his show off attitude and decided to bring them home. It is always a fun night for him, he follows through with his dirty promises, pleases and gets pleased, his stamina always taking him a long way. He always has an excuse to ship the girls off as soon as they finish, making sure to get them an Uber, locking the door behind him right after they leave. Eli went straight to the kitchen, in need of something to recharge him. One lone wine glass sat by the counter. He knew that red lipstick stain better than anyone, marked on his brain after having to visit every makeup store in three different malls during christmas time so she could buy that damned Ruby Woo. Next to the glass stood a piece of paper and the engagement ring he used to propose to Ellie just a few of months before. The handwriting looked nothing like hers normally did, the usually imposing calligraphy was shaky and tear stained.

“I should have listened to the signs, but true love spoke louder. Thank you for the memories.

– El”

A month since she left. A month he wishes he could go back in time.

[bettsplendens]

Blackspark and his pregnancy brain earlier failed to recognize his partner in crime after they’d been separated for awhile. Gravescratch was not pleased.

“You did not recognize me.”

 “Gravescratch.”

 “You. Did not. Recognize me.”

 “I’m sorry.”

 “You looked. Right at me. And you did not see me.”

 “I know, baby, and I’m so sorry.”

 “You forgot me.”

 “Now, okay- that I’m gonna have ta object to.” 

Blackspark sighed, very gently attempting to tug Gravescratch’s helm a bit lower, but failed entirely. He wasn’t willing to use any sort of actual force, especially not now, and Gravescratch did not want to lean down. “C’mon, baby, I didn’t forget you. Look- you heard th’ medic. Processor’s a li’l busy buildin’ a bit, I’m runnin’ on low power. Got no recognition skills fer anyone, ‘specially not outta long-term memory. But I didn’t forget you. I just… didn’t recognize ya.”

 Gravescratch made no attempt to pull his helm out of Blackspark’s servos, but pinned his antennae down and refused to move, stretched up tall enough that he was almost out of reach. When he spoke, some of the hissed words were accompanied by a quick stomp of one pede, a gesture that meant agitation- that he was either working himself up or had been working himself up. “I have spent centuries being overlooked because people take me for an animal, because people look but never see me. I spent the first part of my life in chains because no one saw and no one cared and they left me to slavery for lack of recognition that I was not an animal, and you try to convince me that you of all beings not recognizing me is not important?!”

 “Oh, baby, no… that’s not what’m doin’.” Blackspark whispered, slowly beginning to sway side-to-side on his pedes in an attempt to get Gravescratch to mimic him- the closest he’d ever been able to come to rocking someone nearly twice his height in his arms. “I’m not tryin’ ta say that it doesn’t matter. I’m sayin’ I’m sorry, an’ that it ain’t ‘cos you ain’t important, it’s ‘cos I literally cannot recognize anyone past recent memory. I didn’t recognize you, bu’ I recognize your worth, an’ your rights, an’ your existence- I see you, baby, I see you. I got you.”

 Gravescratch wanted to believe. He did. Enough that he found himself starting to lean into the touches, starting to sway with Blackspark, before he caught himself. “Pretty words, but no proof.” he hissed, half-sparkedly trying to pull away, and shut his optics against the traitorous welling of moisture.

 “You want proof? I feel ya- proof’s good.” Blackspark purred, gently running his fingertips under Gravescratch’s optics, and started to purr softly as he rocked. “I ‘member meeting you. Thought you were some kinda hound, but- hey, can’t blame me there, you were pretendin’ ta be one. Talked at ya, gave ya food, lured ya back t’ my ship, an’ then turned ‘round an’ saw ya loungin’ all noodley on m’ berth. Don’t ‘member when that was, bu’ I know it happened.”

His optics brightened a bit as Gravescratch leaned ever-so-slightly into him, and he purred just a bit louder, taking exactly one step closer. “Yeah. An’ I remember Mine, hm? Cute li’l stuffed thing. Still got ‘m in subspace, yeah? I ‘member findin’ ‘m. You… had a lotta feelings. Talked t’ya ‘bout ‘em, eventually… after I found ya curled up’n cryin’ more’n once. You did a lot more cryin’ after we talked, but… seemed better after. Had some stuff bottled, stuff ‘bout how they treated you, ‘bout th’ one who wasn’ quite as awful… ‘bout how you were tryin’ ta figure out if ya hated th’ mech or not. Figured out that… maybe not? Not as much ‘s hate.”

He could see Gravescratch’s resolve wavering, but he didn’t try to get any closer, nor did he attempt to pull Gravescratch down. He just kept talking, his voice soft and genuine, and kept swaying- which Gravescratch was starting to follow.

“Real mixed feelin’s, yeah? Tha’s okay. Yer allowed ta have complicated feelin’s ‘bout people. He’s dead, anyway, ain’t gonn’ cause ya any trouble. I ‘member that much. I ‘member helpin’ ya check. An’ I ‘member you cryin’ after that, too. You had a lot of cryin’ bottled up. Which’s okay, baby… nothin’ wrong wi’ cryin’. Bottlin’ ain’t good fer ya, though. So, hey… you feel like maybe you got somethin’ stressin’ you… yeah? Guessin’ it’s this? I know, baby, I’m sorry… ‘m so sorry. I know. I know ya, an’ I know how you feel ‘bout not bein’ recognized, an’ I understand- I do, baby, I do. That is an extremely reasonable… reason fer ya ta feel like that. An’ I’m sorry I didn’ recognize you. I am so, so sorry. But- please, Gravescratch, you know me. And I know you. I know you.”

 Gravescratch made a soft, needy little sound and finally, finally gave in, slumping against Blackspark with both pairs of servos grasping at the bounty hunter’s frame. He didn’t speak, though, just whined and pressed close, careful to avoid the spines as he pressed his helm to Blackspark’s throat and swayed.

Of course Blackspark knew him, of course, it made so much more sense for him to not recognize than to forget. And it still hurt, but… carrying did strange things to people’s brains. Part of the reason why the whole idea horrified him. It… wasn’t out of the question that Blackspark’s processor might have failed him. Right? It made sense, and it was comforting, and Blackspark had never, never lied to him… not once. Not even slightly.

 “Yeah, hey… I feel ya. It’s alright… c’mon now. Berth’s tha’ way. ‘s okay.” Blackspark crooned, carefully backing up and taking Gravescratch with him, still swaying as much as he could while walking. “There we go. I missed you, hey- you know that, right? Oh, Primus, I missed you… I love you, baby. Love you, Gravescratch.”

Once on the berth, Blackspark leaned back a bit and purred softly, rocking slowly back and forth with all his spines as far down as possible so Gravescratch could cling as tightly as possible. “Yeah… here we go. Comfy? Uh- careful not ta lean too hard on m’ stomach, somebody in there don’ like that.”

 Gravescratch curled against Blackspark and parted his jaws just enough to lap at the bounty hunter’s throat, softly, something they both knew meant the same- affection, pleasure in trust, love. Maybe not romantic love, but… that didn’t make it any less genuine. Even if Gravescratch was bad at admitting it in words.

He’d missed Blackspark, too, missed the first person in a long time to treat him with respect. Missed this ridiculous bundle of spines, those soft white optics and the gentle touches only when he wanted touches…

Like now. Yes, he had a lot of feelings, and he definitely wanted touches now.

So he curled around the warm mech, he swayed with Blackspark, and he licked and nuzzled and offered as much affection as he could without having to try to speak.

Much as it shamed him, he didn’t think he could manage any words right now.

[xenospiza]

DASHI AND TWEEEAK 🗣🗣🗣 AWWW YEAHH THESE R SO AWESOME SAUCE !!!!!

Silly Octonauts Doodles! Part 2. (Featuring ships and an OC!!) ====================

Dashi x Tweak!! 🩷💚 the most best lesbians ever!! <33

Barnacles x (OC) Arthur!! ❤️💙

They are so gay and I love them with all my heart! Barns gets so concerned when Arthur (a grizzly bear) hibernates X3

Arthur belongs to : @mildy-vibing

Bianca x Pearl!!💙💛🩷

Fun fact! In Inuit culture, they are very open to sharing, however, it is considered rude to ask too many questions -- they believe you are not listening to what they're saying if you need clarification, and because Bianca is more in tune to their culture than her brother is, she lives by it more obviously ;3

Also... me too, Pearl, meeee too 🫣

Barnacles and Peso! 💙🩵 Sound the Octo-Alert!!

Peso x Kwazii!! 🧡🩵 he pulls this stunt all the time, you cannot deny it

My bestie's @animalsalvationassociation OCs!!! Just a fun drawing of her characters!!

That's all for part two. I hope you enjoyed it!! >3o

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