#not to say it's not fun now but its like. idk. i know how to do it so i'm going through the motions almost? which takes the fun out of it

[red-cicada]

Okay idk if you guys care about my ideas at all but I do. \

Basically at this point I think these foos are just turning into my own version of reanimator ( not everything I draw of them is supposed to be taken seriously I just want yall to know that, like there is work I think of as true to my own story and the ones that are just for fun! )

Some other changes or things I think about for if i made a reanimator uhh show or interpretation whatever its called.

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First I would make Francesca Peruvian I just would don't ask me why.

Dan and Herbert of course have some homoerotic stuff going on and things that defiantly question their relationship with each other but the ONLY time that they ever had some sort of sexual relationship is when they where in Peru. Its just very common in war for men to engage in homosexual relationships and this is the only time i think it would make sense ( this of course tho would be brough up in later times during what would be in the bride timeline )

Dan would of have been with Francesca long before even the idea of making the bride, and when the bride is in the process of being created he would start to pull away from Francesca leading her to going into their home and finding their lab and experiments ect:

I know some of you hate this idea but I would have Dan betray Herbert and turn him into the police, He would then later regret his choice because Francesca wont stay with him (obviously), meg is dead, the bride didn't work, because of the case he's lost his job and medical license he's lost everything. So he would try to get Herbert back or forgive him in some way ( like those prison pages I made except it wouldn't be until very late into the trails when dan regrets his choice, and the one that's kinda jokey but kinda not where dan tries multiple times to set up a visitation ) I can elaborate on this part further if you guys are interested in what I have to say.

There would be a lot more time of Herbert in prison and how that's effected him, like his eating pattern changing, he's a lot more clean and organized, he's more struck with pattern and time ect: AND would make it more clear that Herbert DID get physically stronger in prison, most prison systems have some sort of mandatory labor, and also as much as folks don't like to think about the violence that happens in prisons Herbert would be a big time criminals and some people are going to want to test that Herbert would have to find a way to protect himself. ( he's also just annoying people are going to want to beat him up )

Oh and also I feel like ( at least I haven't seen any ) folk don't speak about how being attacked by reanimated corpses, the experiments, war, and being in prison would have given Dan AND Herbert serious PTSD, and I would personally love to explore that idea. One of the things i loved in the original reanimator is that Herbert was constantly paranoid about his first reanimated corpse coming back to kill him.

ANYWAYS that's all my though for now, I have a lot more but everything's mixed up, I need to make a timeline and write down my ideas in a more organized way.

they should make a show like Hannibal but for re-animator, and they should let me direct and write and also let me play Herbert West

[hoodedjelly]

What are you favorite character designs you’ve made so far?

i think any of them where i displayed their personality while keeping their object's shapes and colors. i love making simple but affective designs, if you can tell immediately who they are based off of personality and shape i think that's a successful design.

so tree, leafy, tn, gb, paper, oj, one, and two. but the one that doesn't add to that rule is springy, they aren't shaped at all like their original object, but the mascot vibe is SO perfect it will break that rule for my personal preference.

im going to add my thoughts on making designs with this post cause i love yappin.

so like i said my main focus is shape and personality when designing, but i'll go more in depth with what i mean by that. shape is fairly simple, how do i add the characters shape into a human design, you can do that going by height, weight and clothing. i'll use my fav designs as examples below

i like to push the canon heights to really emphasize key design points, so making one and tree very tall. also adding weight/body type helps A LOT. my personal rule with that is, if the object is round then their body type will be round (tb and two), if the object is mainly thin then they are thin (tree and one). two is curvy cause they are a curvy shape, paper is bulky cause he is wider then oj who is a thinner object. this can always be broken and i break it a lot cause of my 3rd shape language trick, which is clothing. one has a long flowy dress that goes out so she can look like a one. leafy had that skirt/cloth thingy tied around her to look like a leaf. it's all shapes!!!!!!!! if a character has more pointy edges then they will have more points in their design, round edges will add round ones.

Now my second thing is personality, WHICH I FIND VERY IMPORTANT!!!!!! showing a characters personality in a design needs to be shown more, cause that's how you tell a character as a, well, CHARACTER. idk how to explain this well then just picking things out from different designs. tb wears a sweater cause its fuzzy and that he's a nerd. gb wears a lab coat cause she's mostly white and is a scientist. leafy wears loose cloth cause she's carefree, one has stars and flowy cloths cause she's cosmic and mysterious, two wears a suit cause their a host, and on and on. i don't have any straight rules for this, its more like "it just matches their vibe".

one thing i do try is not to repeat things too much, like always giving characters hoodies or sweaters or giving every character dyed hair (IM BAD AT THIS). when i do repeat things it's to show the similarities between characters. so when a character has a glass element to them i would give them a type of glasses, if they have metal i'd give them metal so on and so on.

now i'd say IM NOT A CHARACTER DESIGNER, i've never studied it like i've studied storyboarding. i know my designs are not THAT good and all of them can have improvements. designing characters are not my main thing i'm good at in art i think personally. these are all just for fun and to expand my mental library when i have to design my own characters in the future.

[rat6ix]

Under his skin.

Chishiya x gn!reader

Summary: chishiya always kept his composure but you’re determined to change that.

Warnings: smut (back to your regularly scheduled broadcast), dom!reader, sub! Chishiya, readers mean but in a condescending way(i love writing mean readers idk why..), chishiyas also mean-ish though, hair pulling, reach around handjob, riding (who’s surprised? not me) biting/marking, begging, overstim, aftercare (surprise!) this doesn’t take place in the borderlands btw.

This is like halfway proofread cut me some slack its 9am and i havent been to sleep yet

Wc:2k

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Chishiya is probably one of if not the most level headed person you know, he’s either blank faced or he has that stupid smirk on his face that screams “im better than you” and he knows that he gets to you with the way he purrs when he speaks. Obviously this carries over into bed, smirking up at you as you ride him with his hands on your hips as you do all the work not missing a chance to make fun of you when you start to struggle and beg for him to hell you cum, but you don’t miss the occasional groan leave him when he’s closer to cumming no matter how fuzzy with pleasure your head is. You wanted more out of him, you wanted to know what he sounded like when he could barely take it anymore, when he was begging for you to stop.

That was why you ended up in this position, Chishiya had just gotten back from work; a long day at the hospital. This was the best time to act, a time when you knew his self-control would be the weakest. You would say it was if his back being pressed into your front sitting all pretty between your legs, medical coat discarded somewhere on the floor of your shared bedroom and the bottoms to his scrubs not even fully pulled off as you jerked him off said anything. His heavy panting mixed with the obscene slick sounds of your hand moving against his cock was enough to make you smile sadistically behind him because you knew you weren’t going to stop any time soon after he came.

“You couldn’t have waited until after i showered at least?” Chishiya huffed, his hands gripping your thighs as his head rested on your shoulder.

“But then you’d get all dirty again.” You teased, your hand stopping at the top of his cock to thumb the slit.

You could feel him sluggishly glaring at you as you went back to your previous actions, only stopping when his eyes closed and his mouth opened a bit in pleasure. Everytime you got closer to his tip soft moans could be heard, his grip getting tighter around your thighs. The smile never left your face as you realized he was getting close.

“Im not stupid…i know what you’re planning.” He declared, still making no effort to move.

“Hmm, I never said you were, but you and I both know you won’t do anything about it.” You hummed, smile dropping into a smirk as you watched his cock leak.

He released not long after that and you watched from where your head rested on his shoulder as his cum shot up, covering the shirt of his scrubs; however he didn’t get to focus on that much longer as he quickly got sensitive from the constant feeling of your hand on his cock. His hips bucked upwards, trying to get at least a little relief but his attempts proved to be unsuccessful as he was still stuck to your front, your palm rubbing against his tip as he tried not to fall apart. You heard him say something quietly under his breath and you laughed slightly at the uncharacteristic expression on his face.

“C’mon don’t tell me you’re already falling apart chishiya.” You teased, still not letting up on his cock.

He simply glared at you which you saw out of the corner of your eye causing you to smile again, you shifted back against the wall more as you got a better grip on Chishiya, your arm now wrapped around his middle to keep him from moving instead of wrapped around his shoulders like before. His hands have since moved to grab onto the sheets below the both of you, probably not wanting to hurt you as his grip continued to grow tighter. You press your mouth to kiss where his neck and shoulder meet as well as leaving the occasional bite, leaving marks for him to see tomorrow and remind him of how you reduced him into nothing but a begging mess.

You chuckle against his skin for the nth time that night as he fails to keep his moans quiet, teeth scraping against his shoulder as he squirms. You were having a field day in this situation, watching the man who could keep his composure in the most chilling situations break under you. Your hand holding his middle still finds its way under the shirt of his scrubs, fingers digging into his side as a way to keep him from getting away from you even though you both knew he wouldn’t be able to; chishiya might be the smartest person you know but he was far from the strongest.

“Feel good chishiya?” You questioned, your tone slightly cocky, he doesn’t wanna admit it but you really got under his skin.

“Fuck you.” He spits, his jaw clenched, but thoes two words alone let you know everything you needed to.

Chishiya almost never cussed, he always says “he has no reason to” but sometimes you wonder if it’s because he spends hours at the hospital around children and has gotten used to not being able to or not wanting to. The uncharacteristic behavior draws a surprised noise out of you, your hand slightly squeezing the base of his cock making him twitch in your grasp followed by a moan. You laugh into his neck, the flesh somewhat muffling it before resuming your strokes at a faster pace and watching as he came for the second time that night.

You made quick work of getting out from behind him,pulling your pants and underwear off before pushing Chishiya to lay down onto the pillows behind him. You didn’t bother taking your shirt off nor his until his cock was fully inside of you, easing off his before tearing yours off and throwing both of the clothing items to a random place in the room. His pants were still on, resting around his ankles but as long as you had nothing obstructing your goal it didn’t matter. His chest moved with each heavy breath he made, clearly getting more and more out of breath as you continued; you honestly wondered if he could keep this up much longer.

Chishiya didn’t have the most stamina, he wasn’t good at most things that involved physical activity; the closest thing that he got to do that was anywhere near sports was walking around the hospital from patient to patient all day. If there was one thing you did know, it was that you were going to have him begging by the time you finished torturing him. You could tell by the hair sticking to his forehead and the blissed out and tired look on his face that it was going to be soon, the small ponytail that was usually tied behind his head now long gone, hair sitting on his neck. He looked disheveled and on the verge of overheating, on the verge of begging.

It didnt take long for him to give up on holding in his moans,he just didn’t have the strength to anymore as he watched you bounced on his cock. Once a smug smirk now replaced by a slightly open mouth and hooded eyes filled with lust, the former occasional groan replaced with desperate moans as you clenched around him. Your pace didn’t let up even when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, even when he got overwhelmed by the feeling of you wrapped around him and came for the third time; you could only look down at him in a smug manner and keep going as if your life depended on it.

“C’mon chishiya, you know what i wanna hear.” You purred, resting your hands on his chest, sliding them up and down every so often.

You didnt get a verbal response from him, only the lethargic shaking of his head and a glare as if to tell you he couldn’t, He wouldn’t take a blow to his pride like that. You nodded before bringing your thumbs to his nipples, pressing a kiss to the middle of his chest before making your way up until you finally met his lips; you pressed multiple kisses to them before whispering against his mouth.

“If you wanted to keep going thats all you had to say.”

You saw his eyes widen a bit, a ghost of a smile finding its way onto your lips as you knew you’d gotten the upper hand in this situation. You knew he wasnt going to last much longer already having cum three times, his cum leaking out of you to gather on both of your guys thighs adding to the slick sounds of your bodies meeting. This time both of you were on the verge of cumming, moving your hands up to find his hair, a less than gentle tug sending him over the edge again. You followed close behind, clenching down on Chishiyas cock made it so even more friction was added to his cock making him flinch under you.

You knew he was sensitive beyond belief at this point, his legs quivering under yours; you were sure yours were too after the orgasm you’d just had. His hands reached up higher holding on to your sides as you pushed through to continue riding him, crescent shaped indents leaving their mark on you as his —albeit short—finger nails dug into your flesh. His eyes were unfocused as he looked up at you clearly not all there before he opened his mouth and started to speak.

“Please—please.” He slightly whimpered, voice hoarse from moaning.

You tilted your head to the side, a small smile on your face.

“Hmm? Please what chishiya?” You hummed, leaning down to press a kiss to his face.

He couldn’t answer, his head foggy with pleasure as you continued torturing him. You slowed down to get an answer out of him, you knew it was a bit cruel but you didn’t really care.

“No please— don’t stop now, let me cum.” He groaned, hips bucking up so his cock went deeper drawing a moan out of you in the process.

You breathlessly laughed, speeding up once more to give him what he wanted. Somehow his hand found yours, fingers tangling together as a way to tell you he was close, you cant blame him for not being able to hold it together any longer than he did, he was no doubt sensitive as all hell if not sore and if he wasn’t sore now he was going to feel it in the morning. After he came for the fifth and final time that night you slid off of him slowly, a mixture of both of your guys cum leaking out of you and onto him as you got up.

You cursed under your breath as you realized you’d have to clean him before it got on the sheets and inevitably stained, hurrying to the bathroom attached to the bedroom to get a rag. You felt chishiya flinch as the rag made contact with his skin, a shaky breath leaving his mouth. You made quick yet efficient work of cleaning him before leaving to the bathroom again to take care of yourself. On the way back to the bed you changed into your pajamas before grabbing clothes for chishiya so he didnt fall asleep with his pants around his ankles.

It didnt take long for you to help him change, being careful not to move too fast for him. His shirt was just a random band t-shirt lying around that has been passed between the two of you so many times you dont know whose it was originally and some basket ball shorts thats logo had faded ages ago. The boxers were the hard part that you let him handle himself just in case, you didn’t want to accidentally hurt him. He didn’t say anything until you were both in bed, your head laying on his chest facing the tv playing some random sitcom as he hummed.

“Are you happy now?”

“Definitely.”

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Tags: @trishiepo0

Belongs to rat6ix

Thinking about making a part 2 where chishiya gets revenge tbh

[xxplastic-cubexx]

more charles doodles because im still figuring out his face

[smrtnik07]

i havent drawn anything worth posting in a while hi ^__^ erm..... are texans always this strange and unusual?

[jadecantcreate]

in the whitchlite carinval. straight up “caking it.” and by “it”, haha, well. lets justr say. My chad

(some gideon exploration & little doodles)

[cherrywperson]

lateposting . happy 1500 days anniversary to the election special ❤️

[gifti3]

So i headcanon that demons (maybe angels too) have more than 1 heart…

Imagine that one day your demon darling invite you to dinner and ofc you agree! So you’re talking with them waiting for ur meal then it arrives. On the plate it’s a cooked DEMON heart and it’s not just any demon heart it’s your demon’s heart. Them smiling and said “do you like it?”

Apparently, demon do that to express love to their mates and it’s also one of the most imtimate ways (in demon’s sense) to show love.

I need more contents of the boys actually being demon 😔

i fuck with this, not gonna lie

the monsterfucker in me is always intrigued by the differences in how a nonhuman would express their love lmao of course most people would be surprised if their demon lover presented them with their second heart but after initial shock and them explaining if you think about it….you cant help but be (strangely?) touched like wow this person really likes me huh (///∇///) so we r pretty much soulmates! presenting one of ur hearts is a pretty big deal just from a logical standpoint, cause u forever nerfed urself for someone

now actually eating the heart is a whole nother question lmaoo

yea you know demons sometimes like to eat each other (and humans sometimes) but humans dont really do that as a casual activity and it usually gets you ostracized lol

u cant help but feel a little bad not eating it though…they cooked their whole second heart, they had it removed from their body which probably wasnt a painless thing to do but for your demon its mainly a way for them to show their devotion more than anything ,,,tho i know some of those brothers were actually expecting you to eat it lol it would be very funny if you both were sitting there after you were like aww thats so sweet and then he was like….well r u gonna eat it? :]

asmo and mammon come to mind first honestly LMAO

asmo is “kind of” intense when it comes to love and the mammon is a tsundere--"well...are you gonna eat it or what?"（//︶^︶）typa deal--so thats why i say that

and then maybe beel and belphie

beel cause i feel like it might go over his head at first (especially since this involves food) but then he'll remember like oh right humans dont eat that my bad

belphie i just think is hopeful you know...if that makes sense, so hes not surprised if you dont wanna eat it but maybe a bit huffy about it

i think satan and lucifer are too smart and like “normal” to actually expect a human to do that

while levi is... levi

hed probably get self conscious and be like well yea of course they wouldnt wanna eat my heart...

and then u gotta really reassure him its not him its you :d

[bucephaly]

People love finding random natives online and dumping their family story on them expecting a reassuring 'of course you're native!!' Lol

Sorry, if you don't wanna reconnect why would you even mention your supposed apache or whatever ancestry. If you aren't connecting to the tribe what does it even matter. 'I find it interesting' so you're using supposed native ancestry as a fun fact to make you look more interesting? How is that different than any other 'great grandma cherokee princess' person. Especially since you apparently have time to research the history of all your ancestral cultures but you don't have time to do genealogy

And of course when I tell them 'assume the stories are fake until you've got actual proof' they block me.

[ninkaku]

annoying conversations happening on twitter this week about dazai and his canonical whoreness .... very ableist delivery of people treating him like a tiny 22 yr old minor who clearly doesn't know what sex is and its getting weeeeeiirrrrd ...........

[jrueships]

r u the grew up poor never being able to buy the little things in life u always wanted as a kid so now u buy whatever little thing u want as an adult and struggle with saving for the big mandatory thing,

or the grew up poor never being able to buy the little things in life u always wanted as a kid so now u just never buy anything small bcs u had to learn to live without it and constantly try to save for the next big thing in 500 yrs

[lemongogo]

why do i love the conflict more than anything else . the misery . the incompatibility that spreads like oil slick . wanting so desperately for resolution that never comes . hmmm

[skunkes]

i dpnt want to go hoooome

[spacexseven]

merry Christmas!!!!

merry christmas to you too!! i hope the holidays are going well for you!

[cockworms]

so I work two jobs, at an auto parts store and a cafe and I've noticed that people at the parts place think im a dude and the cafe customers assume im a girl its so interesting to see

[telesodalite]

Woe, unfinished, mildly edited, fulfire fic tid-bits be upon you

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Like a magnet, his optics kept drifting back to Misfire's face. His stupid, strangely charming face.

For a short while, after Clemency, it had been that face that haunted some of his nightmares. His recalls blurring the lines between the strange reality of Misfire's hands reaching into him to lock his fuel pump back into the very spot he'd pulled it from, and the fear that just as easily he could pull it out again. They had been bloody dreams. Dreams that had him startling awake, gripping his chest in the vain attempt to close what wasn't open, before spending the rest of the day avoiding Misfire's optics.

But now things were different. Not Misfire's face. No, that hadn't changed much. But Fulcrum's dreams had definitely changed. To say the least of what all rolled around in his processor as he slept nowadays.

Some of those newer dreams had crept to the forefront of his mind as he sat there on the couch, staring as the lights of the screen reflected dully across Misfire's plating in hazy blues and greys.

The lighting made his colors seem muddy and faded, but Fulcrum didn't really care, nor did he care to think what it made himself look like. He was too busy bringing an empty engex can to his lips while he watched the crinkle of Misfire's nose as he barked a laugh at something Fulcrum didn't catch onscreen.

He'd started noticing it months ago, all the ways the silvery mesh of Misfire's face would scrunch up with his emotions. Those little crinkles along his optics and nose when he laughed or glared. The creases indented along his cheeks when he grinned. Fulcrum found himself quietly logging away these little details. Idle notes and observations that had suddenly started piling up in the corners of his processer.

He… He'd never really done that before? He'd never really noticed those sorts of things in other mechs.

The faces and expressions of his past colleagues never seemed terribly important. All the details of every smile and frown were never worth filing away, outside of few notable moments where those expressions reflected his work performance. But besides the smile that meant promotion, and the frown that meant he'd screwed up, nothing else was noticeable. Nothing was worth remembering.

But now the memory of every genuine laugh that bubbled out of Misfire sat comfortably besides memories of warm joyful optics that Fulcrum found himself collecting every time Crankcase cracked a rare half-smile for him, or when Krok placed a reassuring hand against his back, or the times Spinister spontaneously pointed out something odd but ultimately nice about his stupid frame.

He didn't really know why he was doing it, memorizing all these mundane little things, just to have them flit through his processer randomly. Maybe it was because those expressions, those details, felt… comforting? Comforting in such a strange and unfamiliar way. But, a good way. A good sort of strange, much like the mechs themselves.

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He had stared for a long moment, the credits and their rolling tune playing somewhere in the background as Fulcrum stared back. But Misfire was never one for personable silence, even as the sound of some likely long dead Iaconian orchestra filled the room.

"What is it?" He asked, a small chuckle escaping him as he brought a hand to his face, "Don't tell me I've poured it all over myself again."

It had taken Fulcrum longer than usual to unstick his glossa from the roof of his mouth as he watched Misfire run a thumb over his lips, but eventually he had coughed out a small, choked, "No."

That had earned him an odd look at first, but with their fields loose and open, Fulcrum could almost feel the exact moment something clicked in Misfire's mind, as the idle comfortable static he projected in pulsing waves evened out into something openly curious and almost subdued.

It wasn't often Fulcrum felt him that clearly.

Misfire tended to keep his field fairly close, though, maybe not as close as the others did, what with how Crankcase kept an iron grip on his, and how Krok's always held an air of strained control, even when it slipped from him. But still, Misfire's was always hard to read, no matter the reach or depth of his field.

Even then and there, with it loose and unfiltered and buzzing with the engex running through his system, there was an ever present undertone of something indescribably jumbled about him, like too many feelings at once, each too vast and hurried for Fulcrum to really feel or understand.

It always seemed to stir the passive anxiety Fulcrum must've been forged with when Misfire's field brushed against his own. As facing the indescribable vague mess of Misfire felt like trying to untangle a pile of live-wires he couldn't even see.

It was almost frustrating in a sense, the need to try and sort and understand what wasn't even his to begin with. But at the same time it was almost exciting as well. It was like a game, like a puzzle he had yet to solve.

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Finally letting his own can go tumbling to the floor to join Misfire's, Fulcrum had brought a hand to cover his face as he drew his legs up and leaned back against the arm of the couch, trying to suppress the fit as the sly look slipped from Misfire's face at the sounds.

While Fulcrum had laughed, and… snorted, embarrassingly, he had felt Misfire's field change again, brushing something fizzy and almost warm against his plating as Misfire's features softened.

"I'm looking at you," Fulcrum had said then between gulps of air, letting his hand fall from his face as he reached out to poke at Misfire's chest, "Dumbaft."

His finger had lingered over the thick plating there for maybe a little longer than necessary, drawing Misfire's attention as it slid down a little before pulling away.

Looking back up again with his helm angled slightly, Misfire had followed the sight of his hand leaving his plating to where Fulcrum let it fall between them.

"Wow…" Misfire had chuckled a little dryly, "I was gonna make it real easy for you. I was going to say something like, ''Do you like what you see?'' or-… or something like that. But now you've ruined it. Good job."

Meeting Fulcrum's optics again as he pulled his own hand back from Fulcrum's shoulder, he brought it to rest between them as well.

"And you're laughing at me," He said next, faking a small pout as his hand drifted closer to Fulcrum's, "Which totally ruins the whole vibe I was going for really. I mean, it's sort of hard to be all nice and suave-like when you're being laughed at. Total vibe killer. Bit of an ego killer too if I'm being honest. So thanks for that loser, thanks for saying I have a funny face."

With Misfire's fingers brushing distractingly past his own, Fulcrum didn't think before the words stumbled out of him.

"I like your face."

It came out almost matter of fact sounding, Fulcrum's laughter having died down while Misfire complained about it. But at the same time the words felt so simple, they came out so easily, and in a weird way they felt nice to say. But Misfire's optics had widened in surprise, his frame frozen and his field suddenly struck quiet, and despite the engex numbing his usual nerves, Fulcrum felt a sudden pang of anxiety because of it.

The silence in Misfire's field was terribly alien. It felt wrong, and something in Fulcrum spiraled to think he had caused it. But slowly, almost as if it were creeping forward, an odd almost scrutinizing uncertainty fanned outward in a careful wave. Misfire moved with it, leaning closer as he searched Fulcrum's expression for something.

"Oh yeah?" He'd said lowly then, and that sly look returned. But that vague uncertainty didn't fade with it, if anything, Fulcrum felt it strengthen. Caught between what he saw, in Misfire's easy smile and dimmed optics, and what he felt, in the growing hollow distance within their fields, Fulcrum found himself frowning and pulling back.

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Growing frustrated with himself, and wanting that feeling back, he had pushed forward, shifting onto his knees as he reached for Misfire's face before the other could pull away from him entirely.

"I like your face." He said firmly, maybe too firmly. His expression still drawn into a frown as he pressed his fingers into Misfire's helm, brushing his thumbs across the silver mesh he'd been staring so intently at before. "I like your optics, and your nose. I- I like the way you smile. When you really smile, and when you laugh. I do. I'm not lying."

And oh there it was again, that little curl of warmth in Misfire's field. Almost a tangible thing, like a brush of ventilation, but Misfire wasn't venting. His mouth hung open ever so slightly, but no breath left him as he stared at Fulcrum with widening optics.

Spurred on by that tiny bloom of warmth, Fulcrum chased after it with slightly slurred words and clumsy hands as he tried to fix whatever he'd done wrong, hoping with each word that Misfire might soften and smile again.

"I like your expressions, and- and I like your voice," He said, glancing down at Misfire's parted lips, and laughing softly, nervously, as he continued, "Even when you say something so stupid. I like- I like the way it sounds. I like your accent, I like the way it makes your words sound. I- I like your- your mouth?"

Once more that weird but nice feeling settled in Fulcrum's chest. Those simple words felt good to say. It felt like a weight off his shoulders, like an admission he'd been waiting to say. About what and why? He wasn't really sure. But the warmth grew, and Misfire took a sharp vent inwards, and that felt right, so Fulcrum kept on.

"I like your helm," He said with a smile, reaching up to brush his fingers over the jutting finials there, before dropping his hands to settle lightly over Misfire's chest. "I like your frame, the colors of it. I like your-"

Before he could finish, Misfire was surging forward, knocking their helms together and nearly bruising the mesh of their noses as he tried for, and just barely missed, Fulcrum's lips.

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