#needed to this outta my head

[seraphim-seeker]

Thought up something probably not original but still wanted to get this AU outta my head. But I thought up a Merformers AU but the Autobots are human sailors (Some are) and the Decepticons are beasts of the sea that can shapeshift to live amongst the humans to understand them. Optimus is a hybrid but no one no this except his mother and Ratchet, no one else knows this but....Someone does, his good friend Megatronus knows being a beast of the sea but he hasn't said anything since she can tell it is a sensitive topic for her friend but he hopes to show Optimus there is nothing to hide.

Essentially the Decepticons gotta kraken, leviathan, kaiju kinda vibe while Hybrids like Optimus, Hot Rod, Blurr and others are more on the Mermaid/Siren side (With a few inspirations of Ruby Gillman mixed in)

[majinbangus]

Being short and taking tiny steps. It's something he never really realized because you always forced yourself to keep up with his longer strides thanks to his superior height, but now as you're going home after a lunch date, he's walking behind you, and nearly bumping into you every few steps.

"You walk so slow," he states after forcing himself to slow down for the tenth time.

"Cuz I'm short. And I don't want to walk fast if I don't have to." You look over your shoulder to look up at him. "You know, you can walk ahead of me? Home isn't going anywhere, I'll meet you there."

Absolutely not. He's not gonna let you walk home alone.

Instead, he says, "I don't want to."

You let out a confused laugh, "What do you mean 'you don't want to'? You were complaining about how slow I am."

"Wasn't complaining." He pauses. "Just observing."

"But you're still rushing to get home," you point out when he almost bumps into you again.

"The game is starting in fifteen."

You roll your eyes. Him and his soccer.

"Then either walk ahead or don't. Or carry me if you're not gonna walk at my pace. I'm don't plan on speeding up, I'm tired of practically jogging just to keep up with you."

Now there's an idea.

"Alright."

"Alright?" You look at him suspiciously. "Alright what?"

"Alright I'll carry you."

Your eyes widen. "Wait-"

He doesn't let you finish, arms coming behind your back and knees, picking you up without any complaints. You squeak out his name, arms coming around his neck. "I-"

"-won't struggle to keep up with me." He shoots you a cocky look, setting a much faster pace. "We'll be home in five."

[triona-tribblescore]

Spreading more "Blake Roman has a beautiful voice" propaganda uvu

tw// toxic relationship implications

[kalmiaclown]

Tobina... toe.. bean.. a...

[keysmashing-bees]

Watch out, Max, they might kick your head

[semisolidmind]

In your survivor au, what do you think DogDay's reaction would be anytime he found y/n with CatNap? (That includes mostly when catnap snags y/n for cuddles)

just curious lol I wanna hear your thoughts

rage.

dogday has very little tolerance for catnap's tomfoolery, especially in the first few days of their attempt at coexistence. he keeps a close eye on both catnap and y/n, just to make sure the cat doesn't try anything.

of course, he can't be with y/n all the time. so perhaps there's an instance where he, poppy, and kissy are out on a walk while y/n is in town; he doesn't expect them back for a while.

however, y/n gets home a bit early. catnap, noticing the lack of opposition, sees an opportunity.

he watches. he waits for the right moment. then he pounces.

with a small dosage of red smoke (not enough to fully knock them out, but enough to make them slow and groggy), catnap steals y/n away to the barn, picking them up by the back of their coat. they struggle weakly as he saunters into the barn, heaving himself and his quarry up into the loft in one jump.

he gently deposits y/n into his nest before curling up around them. he settles, ignoring their slurred admonishing in favor of rubbing his face against their hair. he purrs. he's just taking the attention he believes he's owed, after all. they're so doting on the other toys...it's only fair he get some of his savior's attention, too.

as the effects of the red smoke slowly wear off, y/n sighs and seems to accept their fate of being cuddled. they can't exactly move the heavy, powerful limbs holding them close.

so, they talk to catnap. they try to convince him that kidnapping them isn't the way to go about getting attention, but the feline simply gazes at y/n through lazily lidded eyes. when their pleas for freedom go unheard, y/n resigns themself to their fate; instead, they tell him about whatever it is they got done that day. at least the occasional twitch of a large purple ear lets them know that he's listening.

meanwhile, dogday and the girls are returning from their walk, flowers and a few foraged mushrooms in hand. dogday sees y/n's vehicle in front of the garage, and assumes they're in the house. except, when he goes inside, calling for them, there's no answer. poppy yells for them too, checking the rooms upstairs.

"they're not here!" she calls back to dogday.

a chill goes down his spine and his hackles immediately raise.

catnap.

dogday is out the front door in a flash, snagging his axe (it's a normal size, but it looks smaller in his hands) from the side of the house on the way.

he runs towards the barn, knowing that's where that thing took his angel.

dogday kicks the weathered double doors in, head snapping in the direction of the loft. just as he suspected, catnap has y/n trapped between his deadly claws, prone and vulnerable.

"catnap!" he roars in outrage. "i swear if you've hurt them in any way, i'll—!"

y/n calls his name, and he stops. through his rage, he sees them. they're...they're not hurt. though he's glad to see them unharmed, he won't be happy until they're safely away from his enemy. he hears y/n sigh tiredly.

this isn't the first time this has happened, and it won't be the last.

they sluggishly pull themselves from between catnap's paws, and though the cat grumbles his discontent, he's obviously not looking to start a fight with the pissed off dog still brandishing an axe down below. the look y/n gives him cows him even more. he looks away, and allows y/n the space to stand. as much as he wishes he could keep them, their ever-so-loyal hound won't allow it.

he'll have to be sneakier next time.

y/n shakily stands up. they've built up some tolerance to the red smoke, but... it can still knock them off their feet if they're not expecting it. they make their way to the lofts' rickety ladder, only taking a few steps down before dogday is there, gathering them into one arm (the other still holding his axe, eyes never leaving catnap and ready to swing the moment the feline moves).

y/n sighs again. they rest their head on dogday's shoulder, slumping down as he quickly gets them out of the barn. they hear more than see dogday slam the barns' doors shut. they can feel how his breathing slows from its angry seethe, calmer now that they're with him.

y/n can feel how the large canine presses his head to theirs, giving an affectionate nuzzle that earns a little laugh from them. he huffs a bit, still upset that he wasn't able to stop them from being nabbed in the first place.

on their way back into the house, dogday leaves his axe on the porch, closing and locking the front door behind them.

poppy and kissy are in the living room, and they watch dogday carry y/n upstairs. poppy shakes her head and sighs. she's really not sure why y/n won't just let dogday kill catnap, especially since the feline keeps doing stuff like this. she puts that thought to the side as she and kissy decide on a movie.

dogday takes y/n into their shared room. he lays them gently on the bed, helping them remove their shoes and coat. y/n groans and pulls themself under the covers. the smokes' effects will fully wear off in a couple of hours, but for now it feels like serious jetlag. y/n closes their eyes.

as they settle in, they hear dogday sigh. as expected, he begins to settle himself next to them, curling up and holding them close. one large hand rests on their back, gently stroking their shoulder. y/n nuzzles into the soft fur of his chest.

as they fall asleep under the watchful eye of their guard dog, y/n hopes they can maintain some semblance of peace between their family and the stray in the barn.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

all this to say: i think it'd be cute if Barnaby literally howls with laughter

[deviouz]

oh, to be bent over nanami kento’s lap <3

he’s already had a hard day with work — endless meetings that could have been reduced down to a measly email and stacks upon stacks of paperwork that had his head pounding tended to do that to a person.

so imagine his surprise when he gets home and sees his pretty little partner with an attitude and already bratting off. couldn’t you have waited for him to unwind a little?

nanami had tried his hardest to make what little patience he had left in the reserves to make do, but you just had to go and run your mouth when he was kind enough to give you ample time to behave.

“ken, wait!” your voice rang out, hips squirming as you attempted to crawl off of his lap. “‘m sorry!”

your struggling proved to be fruitless as one of his hands came to sit at the small of your back, keeping you pinned against thick thighs, while the other grabbed a fistful of your hair and tipped your head back. his eyes were hardened, lips pressed into a thin line of disappointment.

“now you’re sorry? i don’t think so, sweetheart, but you will be. make sure you remember to count, otherwise we’ll just have to restart.”

with that, your head drooped back down, falling between slumped shoulders as your body quivered with something akin to dread. it definitely wouldn’t have been your first time at getting kento so riled up.

any and all thoughts soon left your head as the first smack! was delivered to your bare cheeks, oversized tee pulled up and lacy panties long discarded. all you could manage was a stuttered out one, ken before you felt the next rhythmic slap.

it was hard enough to have your eyes glazing over and fingers digging into the plushness of the couch below.

“how many should we do, hm? i think thirty should suffice.”

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

[lavendercrownbookworm]

Having a lot of feelings about "it’s so much a part of me now that maybe it always was" and "the Lonely’s really got you, hasn’t it?" "you know, I think it always did" and "how much of you is even left now?"

Something about the world tearing at you piece by piece until you forget you were once whole. Something about your sense of humanity being so lost you can barely remember what it felt like. Something about mourning a part of yourself you're not sure ever existed.

[pines4thetwin]

I am a bottom!Stan truther (most of the time) but only cause I love him so much and thinks he deserves to be loved and taken care of in every way (including in bed) soooo

Also Ford topping is hot. Love nerds topping!

[gurenkurosen]

a whole page of just Val because i cant not think about them

[milliondollarhoe]

Ykw pisses me off? When canon shippers think they can shame people for shipping whateva the fuck they want. Like get your head out of your ass you boring ass raccoon.

You don't need to shame or put any other ship down in the name of a) "it's weird" b) "it's not canon! It will never be!" c) "this is some white propaganda bigotry blah blah blah"

Who tf are you to call a ship weird? You're the weird one trying to make these judgments about fictional characters. THEY ARE FICTIONAL for godsake. And people who don't ship canon pairs KNOW that they're pair isn't canon, so sit the fuck down. Stop politicizing fiction, please like literally stop not every thing has to be politics let people have fun with what they want and let people ship whatever pair that they want to ship without being called a racist or a bigot.

I am writing this post because I recently saw a take on Twitter where someone was saying that shipping Pen with other btons is some bigotry. I get that it was directed towards people who hate woc BUT WHY DOES EVERYTHING NEEDS TO BE POLITICS. LIKE AS A WOC MYSELF, MY FIRST THOUGHT IS NOT "oh they fucking hate woc cus they hate xyz" When someone dislikes a woc character. Like please touch some grass and get help.

[buryingoranges]

WORK IN PROGRESS!!!! I JUST NEED TO POST THIS SO THAT I CAN GET THE VOICES AWAY FROM MY HEAD like let me have a nice sleep cmawn >:(

(NOT A SHIP ART i just think it fits with the music)

[carefulzombie]

“i love yugioh!” i proclaim, knowing full well i could not give less of a shit about anything card game related towards it (aka 90% of the actual canon content)

[babblingbonnabel]

🪡 + 🔨 | more yapping!!

NOTE: because so many bigger members of the Avarice Battalion are from the Omega clan, a big portion go to The Garden to celebrate the Omega Tree every Spring (a large symbol of longevity and legacy for the clan...before they burned down lmaooo!!!).