#no dialoge sorry

[warmhorizonss]

Thought about writing a chapter that takes place between Warm Horizons chapter 9 and 10 - but would be published as its own fic because it takes place in the alternate ending (also cause the writing in the published Warm Horizons is janky and I don't want to do revisions again). So I'll publish the WIP version here. 🤠

(Warm Horizons is a mech preg fic about Swindle and Lockdown. Please take note that it is mech preg played very straight, and taken very seriously!)

Shuffling through the hallway of his home, Lockdown ruminated on his current predicament - which really wasn't all that bad, all things considered. Sure, he was about 7 million years old, was due to pop out a pair of twins any day now, and was carrying perhaps a bit too much weight than he would've preferred on his back and hips - but things always could've been worse.

While giving up everything he'd ever worked for and known to shack up on a Decepticon outpost wasn't exactly what he had in mind for the future, Lockdown had always considered himself an adaptable mech. Although this new, quiet, domestic sort of life was quite the adjustment for adjustment, it was still the best course of action for both him and his twins. In New Kaon, there was always enough fuel to go around, reliable enough medical care, and a sense of safety that Lockdown had seldom seen since his youth.

No longer were there long nights spent sleeping cold and alone in whatever shelter Lockdown could scrounge together on a job, or cycles upon cycles spent drifting away through space while on the run - there was instead a safe, warm, and secure home that waited for him each night. Most importantly, though, there was somewhere stable and nurturing to raise his twins. It would’ve been easy for Lockdown by himself to survive out in the vast galaxy - but for two sparklings, there was nowhere that was going to be safer than the home Swindle and Lockdown had built here for them.

On that subject, Lockdown also had grown more and more comfortable with his partner’s company over the past solar cycle. While sharing such close quarters with Swindle had driven the bounty hunter nuts initially, he'd come to be quite accustomed to the salesmech's presence. Whether it be his warm, rich laughter, or his bright, cheerful smile, Lockdown found it so easy to just put his guard down around him - to just allow himself to hold and be held in that mech's strong arms. 

It was almost too easy, really.

Sometimes, Lockdown thought about somebody - or something, even - taking away his new life from him. When he listened to Swindle’s warm rich laughter while they recounted the events of the work day over dinner, or when they would sway and dance together in the kitchen, his processor would sneak slivers of intrusive thoughts into his thought process. What would happen if Swindle sold him out to any of these younger, hungrier bounty hunters in the galaxy while he was on the edge of helplessness? What would happen if Lockdown just pulled the trigger, and took the hit out on when Swindle was at his most open and vulnerable in their bed?

It would be all too easy to collect the price on his head, Lockdown thought. All Lockdown would have to do was just snuff the light out of those optics in his sleep. There would be no chase, nor would there be thrill. Nobody was here in the house to stop him, after all. If he simply took Swindle’s scatter blaster laying under the bed, or even just his own prosthesis sitting beside their bed, while the other mech slept peacefully, it could all be over. A swift and brutal ending to this new chapter they’d started writing together -

Lockdown's trail of thought was cut off with a howl of pain as a sudden, stabbing, and painful contraction gripped his frame. The bounty hunter cursed as his knees buckled under him, and he fell against the wall - managing to catch himself just before he fell to the ground. Forcing himself to just keep breathing steadily and slowly as he waited for the pain in his middle to subside, the old bounty hunter gave reassuring strokes up and down his bump to hopefully put the pair of sparklings inside at ease.

[voltaical-art]

whadya mean he didnt tell you he loves you??? his eyes literally went soft when he looked ur way...

[be-queer-do-arson]

"Baltimore reunion scene" this "shower scene" that you know what the actual best, most underrated andreil scene is? The scene on the bus in the kings men where Neil and Andrew sit together and spend three hours just talking. Neil, the pathological liar, spent three hours giving Andrew truthful information for free. Andrew, who's so withdrawn he quit taking for days and no one noticed, gave out details of his life, for free, for three hours. No games or trades involved.

[rona-eser]

Together (3pgs)

[violetbutterflix]

Kinktober Masterlist here!

3. Actor/Singer Chuuya:

Warnings: deep throat, dirty talk, cock worship, fem!reader.

Summary: Despite being a popular celebrity and having performed many times over the years, Chuuya still feels nervous and anxious before going on stage. But luckily, he has you to help him, just like you always do.

“Fuck…Fuck.” Chuuya hisses, his hand resting on your head, fingers rubbing against your scalp. His eyes remain fixed on you, as if you are the only one that matters in his life. You kneel in front of him, your face in between his legs. You admire the nice view in front of you; his cock is fucking huge and veiny, making you drool over the thoughts of sucking it and even fuck yourself stupid on it later. Your cute lips are around the tip of his cock, dropping small kisses as you massage his balls and look at him with an innocent look while doing something not so innocent.

“Your dick is so pretty and huge.” Your lips parted, slowly licking the tip. Your hands are now resting on his black leather pants, spreading his legs wide for more access. Your fingers trace circles on his skin. You taste his pre-cum, feeling the hot flavor melt down on your tongue.

Chuuya has to hold back the urge to cum immediately; your mouth has such a magical way to please him, giving him the pleasure he desires. At this moment, he needs more. He shoves your head further into him, taking his cock fully. “You have no shame, do you?” He thrusts repeatedly inside your throat. “Sucking my dick like a bitch in heat when we're in public? Since when is my girl this damn slutty?”

“S…sorry Chuuya…I can’t help it. Just wanna make you feel good and suck you all day.”

He reaches deep down, making you gag when he stretches your throat. His breath gets heavier as you swirl your tongue, sucking him faster and harder. Tears are formed on the corners of your eyes with your eyes closed, filling the rooms with your loud moans made for him.

“You’re so cute when you’re this desperate. Making such a good use of that tongue, doll.”

His head hits against the couch with sweat dripping down from his forehead; he moans and gasps as the pleasure builds inside him. Chuuya feels like his soul can leave his body with how good you are sucking him off, reaching his release.

“Please, please, please, give me all of your cum. I want it all..ah…Fill me with it pleaseeee.”

Chuuya can’t deny your plea when you look this pathetically cute beneath him. “Fu-Fuck… I’m going to cum; take it all, baby.” He gives you a warning before he pushes your head all down into him; your nose hits his pubic hair as he shoots his cum. Your reddened cheeks puff with his hot, thick, and salty cum filled inside that makes your eyes open wide.

“Swallow it all.” He demands to which you happily obey, swallowing all his cum down your throat. You lick the cock, cleaning it to ensure not a single drop is wasted, before pulling your head away with a loud pop. Chuuya looks at the clock, prompting you to turn your head as well. It’s time for him to go on stage for his fans. As much as you'd rather continue tasting his sweet cock, his fans are waiting outside the dressing room. He has a job to do.

“Good luck with your performance, Chuu—” You gasp as Chuuya suddenly interrupts by yanking you up from your knees and pushing you against the couch. His hands are on either side of you, trapping you with no escape. His dick lines against your cunt.

“Who the fuck said that it was time to go, huh? We haven’t done it yet, doll.”

Bonus:

Breaking News: THE ROCKSTAR FROM THE INFAMOUS DISBANDED SHEEP GROUP CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH A GIRL IN PUBLIC ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON, LEADING TO A LATE PERFORMANCE. Chuuya Nakahara's New Girlfriend Revealed?!

@thewickedjazzy

[densewentz]

All I can think about is how fucked everyone treats a Shadow Dragon Rook if they choose to save Treviso over Minrathous. Because the decision is sound, you know? Horrible, and hard, but Treviso is this half-broken merchant city. No guard other than the crows, no defenses, no giant floating big brother laser in the sky and one of Thedas' largest collection of mages. And so Rook has to trust their fellow Dragons to protect their home and hope to anything that they can keep the blight from Treviso. Only it's not enough, and despite the fact that Rook is one (1) person, who's only leading because no one else would goddamn do it, who has never even SEEN a dragon before the one at D'Meta's Crossing, and who still managed to fight off one dragon right after a grueling mission and then still have the energy to run off to try and help Minrathous - everyone still seems to blame them. And not just that, but the entire team spends most of the next act with their hearts breaking for Minrathous, and for Neve especially. 'Poor Neve, her home is gone, her people are dead, her life as she knew it is changed forever, poor neve, I know you didn't have a choice Rook but Neve is hurting now'. And I LOVE Neve. I love her. But it is so fucked up that as a Shadow Dragon Rook who was forced to make a horrific choice, who ALSO lost their home, their people, the life they knew- no one ever really bothers to comfort Rook. Or even consider that Rook would be absolutely shattered by what happens to Minrathous. Or fucking furious, because Rook and the goddamn Crows managed to fight off their dragon by the skin of their damn teeth with basically nothing, so how could the Shadow Dragons and the rest of Greater Minrathous not handle theirs! What were they goddamn doing that whole time?!?

The only difference between Rook and Neve is that Rook doesn't have the luxury of fucking off in the middle of a fight for the world to go mourn what they've lost. They have no choice but to pull their shit together and keep going.

And still every time Rook goes to a companion with the broken pieces of themselves in their bloody palms its just. "Oh Rook, how could this have happened to Poor Neve"

[ponpoe]

i'm maybe about half way through my second playthrough with my warrior Rook, Rahi, and it was my intention to romance Emmrich but then Davrin made a move first(read: i didn't know which was his romance confirming quest)

so now i just have a branching save file romancing them both with the same lad(poly mod when??)

[skitskatdacat63]

Kinda 😾 rn cause I realized the Senna show made the "can we be equal? 👉👈" scene SOOOO much less intimate/cute. Upon watching it, I was too distracted by "Oh! They're referencing dialog that actually happened!!" but now I'm peeved having rewatched the actual clip 😭

Why would they do this to me specifically

[sheepishspirits]

okay so. this started as just the first panel, but I forgot to post it when I drew it. And then i kept thinking about it, and then I drew more, and then it got angsty. whoops i guess. Ingrid and the octoling gang belong to @justanothersquidblog​ , go check em out :D 

stupid bonus under the cut.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

good person ?

[bloody-blades]

Some more detailed art due to finally starting to feel better!

[littleplantfreak]

Say my name - Sakura Haruka

Normally I'm bad with titles but without further ado! A ficlet(?) about Sakura struggling to call his lovely partner by their first name! It's SFW (but still under the cut) btw

I tried to keep it they/them for neutrality but if you find a stray 'she' somewhere that's my bad

(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

“I really don’t know what to do with him Suo! Every time he tries to say it he just freezes and sputters until he calls me ‘you’ or he changes it to another word last minute. Last week he tried so hard he nearly turned purple and gave himself a headache!” whining, you practically drape yourself over the table in defeat.

“Wow…our captain really is shy when it comes to that stuff, huh?” Suo’s holding back but you can tell he wants to laugh. Once Sakura shows up he’ll throw a teasing remark or two in but you’ll still be at square one.

“Maybe a nickname? Or what if you don’t look at him when he says it? What if he spells it out-“

“I don’t think we need to go that far,” interjecting gently before Nirei could start going through an insane list of things that may or may not actually work for the present problem, Suo leans forward, looking at you from across the table. “There’s something we can try that might work if you're up for it."

——

It’s not a bad plan actually, if more simple than you thought it’d be. You’re waiting behind the support wall in the middle of Cafe Pothos, obscured from anyone just walking in. Nirei and Suo are at the same table near the front that you were at before, and Kotoha is cleaning dishes at the sink, though she knows what’s going on and has a ear turned towards the main stage of this event making sure she doesn’t miss a thing.

From where you’re peeking before Haruka opens the door, you can see Nirei’s tense shoulders, both trying and failing to appear casual not that your boyfriend will pay it any mind. Sometimes you're afraid he'll end up like Hiragi and his nervous stomach issues. Suo is the picture of tranquility as he eyes Nirei’s notebook before greeting Haruka. You hear your boyfriend stop, possibly looking around for where you said you’d be waiting for him earlier.

“Where’s-”

“A-ah…”

“Bathroom~,” Suo singsongs smoothing over his partner’s stuttering. “By the way, Nirei’s been wondering about their first name! It seems the notebook page he has on them is incomplete without it…” he’s drawing attention, not to the boy himself, but the pen and notebook he’s gripping on to waiting on Sakura to take the bait. Nirei had opted for silence as he clicks his pen and as if to write it down.

"It’s-" a short pause before he actual says the full weight of your name, matter of factly too, without fumbling it at all and you’re suddenly too giddy to contain yourself.

“S-Sorry I wasn’t listening. Could you say it again?” Nirei squeaks out.

There’s annoyance in his voice as Sakura says it again, and before he can get anything else out, you’ve decided this is your cue.

“Yes, Haruka?” You blink looking at him, poorly portraying innocence but you can tell blood is rushing to your face and you cannot rub your smile off if you tried.

“Oh my~ Sakura you’re so bold calling your partner by their first name!” Red eyes glittering wickedly as he taunts “How romantic!” He gasps with a hand over his mouth. Looking flustered but proud is Nirei, nodding vigorously, and Kotoha giving Sakura a pat on the back in congratulations. You’re proud of him yourself, despite having to coax your name out of him with the help of his vice captains.

He's wide-eyed going between you and Suo, gears clicking in to place that he'd been set up as he settles for firing at the brunette "Wha- you- I'm GONNA KNOCK YA-,"

"Oookay we're heading out now!" Before he starts a fight, you link an arm through his and begin leading him towards the door. He’s puffed up like an angry cat but his body completely yields when it’s you who’s maneuvering him away the cafe after saying a quick goodbye to everyone.

It's quiet, the path you take through town on the way to your house and he doesn't look at you when he mumbles a quiet apology. You aren't quite sure what he’s apologizing for but you stop walking and wait for him to start speaking again.

“Sorry fer takin’ so long to say it.” He’s still not looking at you but your heart breaks a little at how small he sounds. You touch his cheek enough for him to turn and look at you, uncertainty clear in his bi-colored eyes.

“Honey I never meant to rush you. If you’re still working on it that’s okay! I never wanna make you feel uncomfortable,” brows knit together in worry now that you’re holding his face in both hands, searching signs that you took it too far.

“I think I’ll be able to say it now - especially if it makes ya look as happy as ya did at the cafe. Not all the time, but when we're alone I think I can." He’s almost fully settled into your hands now, melting into warmth he’d been craving since he woke up this morning. He always wondered how such soft hands could touch something as rough as him and still continue to make the effort to hold him. You wait for him to finish soaking up his much needed affection for a few more minutes and then you're both walking again, slowed by the urge to stay close for as long as possible.

----

"...and she popped out from behind the pillar and said "Yes, Haruka?"" Kotoha mimics your voice as she's giving Umemiya the rundown of what he missed.

"He's growing up so fast!" He wails theatrically wiping a tear from his eye.

"He's changed a lot since he came here, and even more since they started dating. I think he's getting soft with how fast they were able to drag him away without a fight."

"So he went from alley cat to house cat huh. Nothing wrong with that." he grins digging into his omurice. Kotoha smiles and hums in agreement. Nothing wrong with that in the slightest.

[v1p0]

Kipo the irken without antennae meets Neek, an irken with very long antennae!! (Spoiler alert: she gets fascinated by them!)

Thank you @keivtev for letting me draw Neek!

[sunflowercider]

Once Javier Asrahan becomes a grandmaster, there are only two times he is ever harmed by a blade.

This first time is one of his most painful memories. A chaotic battle in the pits of Hell itself. He desperately attempts to defend his master, and only briefly succeeds. The throbbing pain of his shoulder is no comparison to the shattering of his heart as he watches the man closest to him sacrifice himself to save everyone they love.

(He does not allow this man to suffer alone.)

The second and last time he is injured by a blade is a quiet evening not long after. The master of his heart is resting in the bed before him. The entire household is appalled at the state of his health and has ensured he remains rested and well-fed. Javier is no exception, and has brought an apple for a bedtime snack. The man watches him as he quietly quarters it and hands a slice over, making sure to pick any seeds out. As he cuts into the next slice, there's a long sigh beside him followed by a quiet "I love you". Javier whips up to gape at the man. There's a faint stinging in his palm. It's a wonder he can hear his master's yelp of shock over the ringing in his ears. The man tugs at the hand holding the apple, babbling about something, but all Javier can do is tug him closer and ask him to repeat himself. Through gritted teeth and pink cheeks, he does, and Javier is reminded of his most treasured memory every time he sees the nick on his palm.

[fitzselfships]

Zooble doesn't mind sitting with Wafflez and listening to them vent. They'll reassure them that they still love them as many times as they have to <3

Proshippers/adjacent dni. 100000 shark attack 🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈 also Zooble self ship doubles dni

[pchelaus]

dipper drags mystical creatures(one demon especially) home just as mabel drags raccoons and opossums