#pone and human

[heliphantie]

"Twilight's Kingdom", ep. 25-26(90-91) of season 4 (May 10, 2014).

“You’ll play your part.”

So that’s all there for season 4, for now.

I’d like to revisit it in its entirety once I’m going through the whole series. All fanarts I did for season 4 episodes can be seen in its tag. Next season is also one of my favorites, so expect me celebrating its anniversary too in 2025 with new arts. For the rest of 2024, I think, it’s the end of pones…

[eldritch-nightmare]

OK OK SO I was rereading some of your works and smth caught my eye

in the deal breakers you said as long as their lover is okay with the downfall of humanity then it's fine with him then in the s/o death there was "what's the reason of the world living when his mortal is not there."

I know you meant from rage and like that but please. pLEAe see it from my view jskskjs

and it it just gave me this cute idea that he's all like "I'll destroy humanity" and bla bla bla and then he doesn't because his little human's heart would break.

(it's me, I'm the little human. and this is stupid but idc we love all Zalgos here and soft Zal counts too.)

FHDSKLHFDLKHF that's an image in my head now actually. soft zalgo. i like that, i like that a lot.

just...

zalgo, genuinely plotting the demise of humanity and wreaking havoc on the poor souls that come into contact with him, all without a care in the world. he enjoys tormenting people, and he doesn't think he'll ever stop.

but then he meets this random little human that catches his attention and he honestly probably doesn't think much of it at first but. but then this little human just keeps showing up, even when he's possessing random people and shit and so naturally he's a little curious.

it was a little curiosity, one that he assumed would dissipate because i mean like c'mon he's zalgo. no way a human of all things will keep his interest. but surprise! this human does! he's not sure why, there's just something about them that just... he doesn't understand, but he likes being around them.

this little human is okay. this one will be safe from the hell he plans to drag up to earth.

but then the little human just.

can you maybe not destroy humanity? please? for me? i mean like... at least while i'm alive? i kinda like humanity, so...

and he's just like fuck.

because this little human is completely oblivious to the power they hold, having zalgo so fond of them.

[thetalkingwave]

Polena, crossover au edition~

[devouring-hive]

Bubbly pink girls super extremely cute!!

[stonesandswords]

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[anixvl]

LAB RAT! || P.J

pairing: labrat!jay x fem!reader

synopsis: A successful creation of your manic scientist of a father, Jay’s kept on-the-low in your large estate. Unbeknownst to the secret romantic relationship between you and him, you’re obliged to sneak around and risk it all to see each other.

genre: sci-fi romance, forbidden love, fluff, smut

warnings: smut, cursing, jealousy (on both sides), possiveness, open ending, idkkk

wc: 3.5k

a/n: This was soooooo post-poned and rushed bc I just had so many other ideas & frequently lost motivation. This is a finished draft! I promise I'll get to writing better ones! :(

It was the year 2002 when your father reached his peak in biotechnology. Obsessed with the creation of life and the ability to create something far advanced than a mere human, fascinated him. Within the same year, with endless hard work and dedication, he achieved the impossible. The creation of the first bionic superhuman through illegal experimentation and testing. Donated from birth, Jay was the first successful test subject. Ever since, your father has kept him close by and under the raider from the government. A year later, you were born, and so both of you were raised together under the same roof, yet resided in different subdivisions of the huge mansion. you were strictly prohibited to see or to speak to him without authorization. Not that it stopped you, anyway.

Life continued normally for you outside of your house. Jay wasn’t allowed to go out the first 10 years of his life without supervision, he was homeschooled and busy with your father’s schemes. Jay’s bionic abilities all resided in his brain: telekinesis and intellectual advancement. He had no trouble getting by. It wasn’t only until the age of 14 that he was allowed to step foot outside the house on his own.

He knew he had nowhere to run, anyway. He had to come back home or else the implanted switches, by father, in his body would immobilize him and malfunction his ability to keep his bionics under stable control. He was, as much as he hated it, a labrat.

By the time he was an adult, he was beyond filthy rich. He worked for father, using his intelligence and telekinetic abilities, he was able to make off a civil living off of it. As he grew older, father got him a license, ID, a bank card, and all federal concepts he would need as an adult. Things to make him feel like a real, normal, person. Yet, it was never enough to let him fully leave. He was bound to your family and his predestined duties. It's what he was made for.

Though, It wasn’t the only thing that persuaded him to stay.

“Y/n,” someone softly whispers in your sleep.

you stir in bed, softly groaning as you wake up. your eyes flutter open, looking around your spacious room. The moon lit up your room beautifully through the balcony doors. you sit up, facing the figure at the edge of your bed.

“Jay? What are you doing here?” you whisper.

He shakes his head, gently caressing the side of your face.

“I missed you,” he frowned, analyzing your face in admiration. A face he’s never tired of seeing.

you had been gone for a week, sent to your aunts home in Italy. With not much to communicate, all you could do was wait till you came back to see him.

“I was going to find you after I slept, I was just so tired from the plane ride back,” you explained, overlapping your hand over his. you lean into his touch.

“why didn’t you call?” He asked, crawling closer to you.

“I was going to but I was really busy with my aunt,” you replied, scooting back cautiously.

He towered over you, eyeing you like prey, “Ah, I see. Busy.”

“I should’ve called, i’m sorry,” you look up at him, gripping onto his shirt.

He leans onto his rested arm beside your head, used as support. He leans in to kiss you, slowly, almost punishingly. your eyes shutter close. your hands roam around his soft skin, feeling him.

“Who’s Jake?” he asks, devouring your neck with wet kisses.

your mind becomes fuzzy at the stimulation, it’s hard to focus.

“H-How do you know about him? He’s my aunts friend son,” you reply, shakily.

Soft moans escape your lips at his roaming hands over your burning body and his trail of kisses lowering.

He bites at your collarbone, “Were you with him the entire week?”

you softly whimper, in pain and pleasure. your eyes are shut closed.

“Just for a few days,” you confessed, “whenever his family came over to my aunts.”

He harshly captures your lips once again, slowly sliding his hand under your shirt. He takes your breast in his hand, fondling it. you moan against his lips.

“Did you like being with him?” he asks, his eyes piercing through yours. The lights flickered.

you shake your head insistently, “Of course not, why would I?”

He grinds the tent inside his pants in between your legs. The barrier of mere fabric overwhelming the throb between your legs.

“I saw the pictures of you and him on the news, it's quite the talk now,” he stated, unintentionally ripping your shirt in eagerness to take it off.

you open your mouth, about to protest.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” his mouth takes in the bud of your sensitive breasts, “fuck, i’ll buy you as many as you want.”

you moan, lacing your fingers within his hair. He leaves wet kisses down to your stomach. He looks up at you as he places his hands on the hem of my shorts. you nod, reassuringly. He takes them off, sliding his hands down your soaked panties. He spreads the wetness of your cunt onto his fingers.

“Such a good girl, you’re so wet for me,” he takes off your panties, positioning himself in between your legs.

His mouth meets your cunt, taking a wet lick. He groans in satisfaction, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs, locking his face into your cunt. you cover your mouth from the involuntary sounds.

“Jay, what if someone hears us?” you shakily whisper, your legs quivering in pleasure.

He quickly glances at the door, the lock forcefully moving in place with just a look.

“There. Your dad left on a business trip, don’t worry,” he mumbles, focusing his attention back to between your legs.

Lewd, wet, slurping noises and soft moans fill the room.

“fuck, jay, im going to cum,” you whimper, your body trembling as it approaches its high.

He teases you with kisses onto your folds, causing you to squirm in eagerness.

“Jay, please,” you pleaded, he takes his pants off.

“Please, what?” he taunted, “use your words.”

“I need you,” you exhaled.

His thumb wipes off the precum from his tip, positioning his throbbing cock between your wet folds.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he affirmed, pushing into you with one swift thrust.

you shudder in pleasure, gripping onto his arms. His pace is slow and sensual, his gaze unwavering onto your expression. Your expressions and lewd sounds just makes his cock harder inside you. His mind trails back to your aunts pictures, his grip tightens.

“Why’d you smile at him like that?” his face flinches in pleasure, a subtle anger in his words and thrusts.

He leans down to devour your neck as he continues to thrusts deep. your nails dig deep into his back. your mind feels melted and your body is burning up in desire.

“Don’t smile like that to anyone but me,” he groans.

your insistent moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other fills your room.

“Jay,” you manage to say, “what’s up with y-you?”

He continues to leave sloppy kisses and love bites all over your collarbone and neck, his pace unwavering. His lips move beside your ear.

“Don’t go anywhere anymore,” he whispers in a low voice, “stay right here, with me.”

you lace your fingers through his hair and fist it, causing him to quicken his pace. you grip onto his hair, hard, incoherent words spilling from you. He let out a grunt, his hands moving to your calves to force them up over his shoulders. Ensuring his control over your body, every sound, every part of you, every breath, is his. The new position caused his cock to reach deep within you, your eyes rolling back over each one of his thrusts. Your breath was rigid and unsteady.

“Say it,” he demands, his pace mercilessly pounding into you.

“Say you’ll stay here with me. No one else,” his voice strained with groans.

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, feeling a knot begin in my stomach.

“I won’t go anywhere. I love you, Jay,” you replied, your voice shaky.

He hums in response, satisfied. He groaned as you tightened around him, taking a hold of your wrists and pinning your hands down beside your head, interlocking your hands with his.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he grunted, “keep doing that.”

He kisses you, harshly. His thrusts become demanding, you struggle to kiss him back. you clench around his cock, the feeling in your stomach becoming intense by the second. He bites down on your neck, silencing his frequent grunts, getting louder and louder the more you clench around him.

“Jay, I’m—” you whimper, approaching your high.

“yeah?” he pounds into your cunt mercilessly, “you’re going to cum on my cock?”

you nod, whiny moans in response.

“Fuck,” he exhales, his grip onto your skin tightening.

You reach your high with a final cry, your body trembling from the electrifying bolt. A warm, filling, substance spurts deep within you following your orgasm. Jay continues to thrust within you, riding out each others high. Panting, he drops next to you, exhausted. His strong hands reach to grab you by your waist, pulling you into his warm bare chest. You immediately melt into his embrace. He plays with a strand of your hair, his breathing steadying. Your eyelids feel heavy against his warmth and strong embrace.

“I missed you,” Jay whispers, softly.

You chuckle, “you already said that.”

“I’ll say it many times and it still won’t be enough,” he replied, pulling away a bit to catch your gaze.

“I love you,” you state, gently.

“you already said that,” he teased.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He chuckles at your pouty expression.

He leans down to kiss you, softly and lovingly.

“I love you too,” he replied, drawing small circles on your skin amidst caressing your cheek.

His big hands travel all around your body, feeling every curve and feature about you like a precious artifact. He grips onto your ass, a low chuckle released from his lips as he pulls you closer to him. He buries his face in your neck.

“No one else can have you,” he mumbles against your skin, “you’re mine.”

You let out a happy sigh, relieved to be in his arms after time apart. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

The next morning, you woke up reaching for his warmth but was met with his absence. Your eyes blink open, sitting up, alarmed. You look around your room, hoping to find him here. You’re quickly met with disappointment. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Jay?” You call out softly.

No response.

You get up from your bed, walking over to your open balcony. The doors are cracked open, a familiar voice is heard from outside. You approach it cautiously, listening to the familiar voice and his conversation. You watch Jay on the phone through the cracked doors of the balcony.

“Is that really what you want? It’s never been a thought to you before, so why now? I don’t want to do it,” he spoke, his expression stern and irritated.

A faint voice is heard on the other line, Jay pinches the temple of his nose in distress.

“I don’t even know her,” he replies, “does she even know about me? who I am? what I am?”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, you step closer in curiosity. What could he be talking about? who’s “her”? And why does he look so distressed?

“Do I have any other choice? There must be another way,” he adds, sighing.

His expression seems angrily defeated, as he brings his phone from his ear into his sight. The phone call has ended. He turns around, catching you at the doors. His expression falls.

“What was that about?” you ask, examining his face.

“You’re awake. How’d you sleep, love?” he dismisses your question, walking back into the room.

He steps closer to you, cupping your face with his hands. He leans down to kiss your lips, softly.

“Jay, who was that?” you retract, searching into his eyes for a sign of truth.

He avoids your gaze, sitting at the edge of your bed. You cross your arms over your chest, worriedly.

“What is it, jay?” you step closer, “you’re scaring me.”

“It was your father,” he confessed, looking down at his hands.

“He…”

“he what?” you ask, anxious by the second.

“He wants me to marry the daughter of his business partner. He says it will be beneficial to us,” he explains, looking up to meet your heartbroken gaze.

Your breath catches in your throat, your legs threatening to betray you. You falter, Jay quickly launches forward to stabilize you.

“Y/n,” he looks at you worriedly, holding onto you.

“Jay, you can’t marry her. I wont let you,” you rambled, desperately holding onto his arm as if he were to disappear if you let go.

"I won't let this happen, I'll talk to father," you stated, determination coursing furiously through your veins.

Tears clouded your vision, reality was slowly setting in. It was bound to happen, an icebreaker in your relationship. You just didn’t think it would be so soon.

Jay shakes his head, wiping away your tears.

“I won’t marry her or anyone else,” he gently reassures, “not if they’re not you.”

You sniffle, feeling your heart warm at the thought. Marriage, you and Jay. Something you’ve dreamed of since you were just a young girl. You truly cannot imagine anyone else you’d want to spend the rest of your life with if it isn’t Jay.

He signals behind you with a soft expecting smile. You look behind your shoulder, confused. In middle air, floats a small black box. You turn around, walking towards it. You lift your hands to reach for it. You momentarily look at Jay, who's smiling at you proudly. You open the box carefully, your eyes slightly widen.

"Jay, this...?" you place a hand over your mouth in disbelief.

Inside the box displayed a beautiful diamond ring.

He walks over to you, "It's for you, love."

Jay takes the ring from the box and grabs your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger. He stares at your hand, arousing him in so many weird ways. It was a mark, a symbolism that showcased his profound love and claim over you. Your heart surges in happiness, feeling utterly shocked. You stare at the shiny ring, admiring its beautiful qualities.

"Oh Jay...When did you get this?" You ask, in complete awe.

"A while ago. I just...didn't want to seem too pathetic for buying you a ring so early into the relationship," he explained, sheepishly looking away.

That thought settled into your mind; Jay has been in love with you for so long. Pathetically, irrevocably, inevitably, in love with you. Body and Soul.

"Where's yours?" You frown.

He lifts his hand up, revealing a silver ring onto his finger.

"Right here, my dear," he reassures, a sly smirk onto his handsome face.

Your eyes immediately lighten up, finding happiness in the shared connection you and Jay now have. His heart skips a beat at your expression. It quickly disolves all his self-restraint.

He leans in to kiss you, tenderly and slowly.

Your stomach turned at the thought of someone else being able to kiss Jay.

“Don’t think about it,” he mumbled against the kiss.

“Stop reading me,” you complained, remembering his frustrating genius abilities and the way he can spot-on read your thoughts and feelings just by watching you. Studying you long enough, examining.

“Can’t help it, love,” he smirked, scooping you up in his arms and taking you to your bed.

He lightly sits down first, holding you in his lap.

You immediately welcome him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You need to feel any sort of his warmth against your skin. To prove he’s still here, still yours.

He leaves hot kisses over the hickeys he left on your neck last night, his hands traveling down to your hips. He grips onto you tightly, grinding your hips back and forth onto his growing member. You shift your head, giving him opening to attack your neck with more love bites. Your breath becomes rigid as you close your eyes, taking in every touch he leaves on your burning skin.

His hand goes under your shirt, brushing the side of your waist. He kisses your collarbone, engraving the feeling of your skin under his fingertips. He looks up at you, a glint of desire in his eyes. Breathless, your hips continue to rock against him, muffled moans threatening to intensify. You tug at his sweats, urging. He lets out a low chuckle before lifting himself up slightly to slide his sweats off. You follow him, taking your shorts off. You climb off him, placing yourself inbetween his legs. His eyebrows raise in amusement, caught in surprise. You were way more insistent than usual.

He eyed you intently as you slipped his boxers off. His cock popped out, hitting his stomach.

“You’re gonna suck me off, love?” he taunted, with a low voice.

You dont reply, you simply take his cock with your hand, a string of spit falls onto his tip. He lets out a shaky exhale. You take him in your mouth, only partly. He brings his hand to lift your face up to him by your chin, he caresses you softly as you suck him off. He holds his grip onto your face, maintaining eye contact as you take his cock deeper. His face flinches in pleasure, beads of sweat forming onto his forehead.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he growled, “don’t fucking look away.”

The lamp from your nightstand starts flickering intensely, a reflection of his immense uncontrollable feelings. You suck him further, his cock hardening as it hits the walls of your throat. He mumbles phrases and curses under his breath. His hand caresses the top of your head, occasionally fisting your hair. You manage to somehow keep your eyes on Jay, afraid of the consequences you'd face if you provoke him. Your eyes sting, hot tears falling at the corner of your eyes from him fucking your throat roughly. Your supply of oxygen is cut short, you push against his thighs. He curses under his breath, pushing you further onto his member at the feeling of his orgasm approaching. With a loud gasp from you, Jay lets you go. You sit onto the floor, panting. He leans over to grab you by your waist, his strong hands quickly taking your panties off. He lifts you onto his lap once again, this time rubbing his twitching member onto your wet folds. You whimper, gripping onto his shoulders. He slowly lowers you onto his member, gripping onto your ass as he forces you to take him all in.

your mouth falls agape, lacing your fingers within his hair.

“Fuck, jay…” you moan, savoring the feeling of his cock thrushing past your walls.

You look at him intensely, obscene thoughts accumulating in your mind at the sight.

It doesn’t matter who he marries, he’ll end up face deep between your thighs at the end of the night. His cock filling you up, his marks all over your skin.

Those lewd thoughts aroused you even more, your moans becoming more frequent.

You continue riding his cock, your breath becoming rigid and hot. He throws his head back, one hand tightly onto your ass and the other onto the bed to support him.

"Shit...just like that," he groans, "keep riding my cock, baby."

Your breasts mimic your bouncing movements onto his twitching cock. You hold onto him, your face buried into his neck. You bite him, leaving marks all over his soft skin. The light bulbs explode. Jay thrusts his hips upward into you the moment he feels you clentch around him. A loud gasp escapes your mouth, feeling your orgasm approach. He kisses you roughly at the sight of your sultry expression. You squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm washes over your body. Jay grunts loudly soonly after, his warm seed filling you up. Your body trembles as you both lay onto the bed, hands interlocked. Both of your gazes rest onto the matching rings you share. A immense, peaceful, feeling lingers within both of you.

He buries his face into your hair.

"I love you, Jay."

"I love you too, Y/n."

You both knew the consequences and trials you were bound to face, but none of that mattered. As long as you had each other, nothing could change what you both shared.

Inseverable destiny.

[darkacua]

Silver doesn't really care about clothes.

I've had a ridiculous little headcanon since I discovered Silver dresses in whatever's on hand.

Imagine a little Silver who forgot to do laundry on one of Lilia's long trips and has to search the whole house for something that fits while his regular clothes are being washed, but in his dad's drawers, he ends up finding girls' clothes. It's one of hundreds of outfits Lilia bought for Sebek's sister but for some reason or another never got the chance to give to her. So you have a little Silver who just shrugs and starts wearing girls' clothes for a week without anyone saying anything. Malleus stopped by to visit a few times and thought this was something Lilia had to see firsthand.

Lilia returns and finds his youngest son wearing a dress he doesn't remember being part of his normal wardrobe, but he's not complaining because her baby looks adorable.

It ends up being routine until Silver can no longer fit into girls' clothes, which makes him a little sad because skirts are much more comfortable, especially in the summer heat.

I also find it funny to believe that even though Silver didn't go to school before NRC, he had his share of run-ins with bullies, especially while spending time with Sebek. So imagine the embarrassment of having a human kick your ass for being rude to their friend, especially if said human is a little boy and is wearing a frilly skirt.

Español bajo el corte

Tengo un pequeño y ridículo headcanon desde que descubrí que Silver se viste con lo que sea que tenga a la mano. 

Imaginen a un pequeño Silver que olvidó lavar ropa en uno de los viajes largos de Lilia y tiene que buscar por toda la casa algo que le quede en lo que su ropa de siempre se lava, pero en los cajones de su padre termina encontrando ropa de niña, es uno de cientos de conjuntos que Lilia compró para la hermana de Sebek pero por alguna u otra razón jamás tuvo la oportunidad de dársela. Así que tienen a un pequeño Silver que simplemente se encoge de hombros y sin más empieza a usar toda una semana ropa de niña sin que nadie le diga nada. Malleus paso de visita unas cuantas veces y pensó que esto era algo que Lilia tenía que ver con sus propios ojos.

Lilia regresa y encuentra a su hijo más joven usando un vestido que NO recuerda que fuera parte de su vestimenta normal, pero no se está quejando porque su bebe se ve adorable.

Termina siendo algo rutinario hasta que Silver deja de poder entrar en la ropa de niña, lo cual lo pone un poco triste porque las faldas son mucho más cómodas sobre todo con el calor del verano.

También me parece divertido creer que aunque Silver no fue a ninguna escuela antes de NRC tuvo sus encuentros con matones, sobre todo mientras pasaba tiempo con Sebek, así que imaginen la vergüenza que un humano te patee el trasero por ser grosero con su amigo, sobre todo si dicho humano en un NIÑO y lleva puesta una falda de olanes.

[ultravioletqueen]

Reading journal 3 and seeing the relationship that Ford had with Shifty (the shapeshifter) made me think of an idea that involves Ford's partner with this creature.

I imagine that Reader follows the investigation of this creature very closely, but unlike Ford and McGucket, Reader treats Shifty in a similar way to a human baby, even playing games with him and trying to teach him to speak (reader was very excited hearing him speak even if his first words were "beans").

At some point Reader would try to teach him to read and write, first with the name Ford, then McGucket and then Reader, but something quite funny and cute at the same time happens when he tries to write their name, and it is that shifty writes "dear" instead of reader's name.

Ford laughs and corrects him by telling him that Dear is not Reader's name, The creature proceeds to write "honey" with all the confidence in the world, When Ford corrects him again, Shifty is very confused and begins to write several words, all of them being nicknames that Ford calls his partner (sweetie, darling, my love, sweetheart, etc.).

The poor creature is so confused that they decide to leave him alone and agree with him so he doesn't get stressed😅

BONUS:

Imagine that when Dipper, Mabel, Wendy and Soos go to the bunker, Reader decides to accompany them and that when they meet Shifty, Reader goes into angry mother/father/parent mode and Shifty, very afraid, tries to tell Reader that he was just joking while he is dragged by the ear (or whatever his ear is) by reader like a child being scolded by his mother after doing a prank.

(Español)

leyendo el diario 3 y viendo la relacion que tenia ford con formy(el cambiaformas) me hizo pensar en una idea que involucra a la pareja de ford con esta criatura.

me imagino que lector@ sigue muy de cerca la investigación de esta criatura, pero a diferencia de ford y mcgucket, trata a formy de forma similar a un bebe humano, llegando a hacer juegos con el y tratando se enseñarle a hablar(se emocionó mucho al oirle hablar incluso si sus primeras palarbas fueron "frijoles").

en algún momento lector@ trataria de enseñarle a leer y escribir, primero con el nombre de ford, luego mcgucket y luego el de lector@, pero pasa algo bastante gracioso y tierno a la vez cuando trata de escribir su nombre, y es que formy escribe "cariño" en vez del nombre de lector@.

ford se rie y le corrije diciéndole que cariño no es el nombre de lector@, la criatura procede a escribir "dulzura" con toda la seguridad del mundo, cuando ford le vuelve a corregir formy esta muy confundido y empieza a escribir varias palabras, todas siendo apodos por los que ford llama a su pareja(tesoro, querid@, mi amor, corazon, etc).

la pobre criatura queda tan confundida que deciden dejarlo en paz y darle la razon para que no se estrese😅

BONUS:

imagina que cuando dipper, mabel, wendy y soos van al bunker lector@ decida acompañarlos y que cuando se encuentran con formy reader se pone modo madre/padre enojad@ y Formy con mucho miedo trata de decirle a reader que solo estaba bromeando mientras es arrastrado por la oreja(o lo que sea su oreja) por lector@ como un niño siendo regañado por su madre tras hacer una travesura.

[scarlett-ggv]

Reflection and perfection.

Bumblebee x Reader

Maybe it's the wind gently blowing through your hair. Or the contribution of the sun by illuminating your face, allowing a better view of the tone of your eyes. Simply wonderful like those well-formed clouds that adorned the sky.

It was wonderful, magical, pretty… How can a person look so pretty and so real at the same time? You were there, right there. By your side, doing whatever you're doing and thinking about whatever you're thinking about. He can feel you, he can see you. It can see you from head to toe and how it undertakes a journey of a few centimeters through your hair to reach the ends of it, shiny.

It was just unreal. Spiritual and physical so unreal. How your eyes are the reflection of combined colors and a record of infinite scenarios united with natural sensations, so beautiful that they make those past memories that torment him day and night flee from his mind. Like a gust of wind, like a momentary illusion, fast and fleeting like a star.

But comparing you to a star wouldn't do justice to what he sees, only you. He longs for an opportunity, nothing more, but a look from you, enough to mark a feeling in his heart, with the same impact as a knife and a petal of the most fragile rose in his beautiful world. That was the mess inside him, it was uncomfortable not being able to control that when he saw your lips. It was, at the same time, also charming, charming those thoughts that abound in just a couple of seconds, involuntary. Where every time you do your job, a small smile tries to appear. An unknown sensation when thinking about your lips, with violent depth, longing as before to touch them, feel them and maybe, just maybe, be the owner of them, one day. Just someday.

If I could, I would look for the exact place inside his mind to find the very word of what he can feel about you, even if it is minimal. I would force everyone to feel it, to see if they are also amazed by the sensation. Everything about you.

Coming from another world was no longer so strange for him, he had met other humans, other customs and faces. I had discovered attitudes and above all that gesture of joy when you saw the team also bringing with them their own happiness. Impossible to ignore. Primus knew it, and she knew that he knew what she felt every exact moment when he was with her at every inexact moment.

''I know you do''

Those words ended the comfortable silence that existed between them and Bumblebee almost tensed when he heard that voice that according to him is synonymous with enjoying hearing a bird sing in nature and the perfect synchronization of instruments that together make a melody. He knows what you mean, you know he's looking at you

He saw you turn around looking at him, a clash of glances, innocent for you and a loss for him, so much so that it seems like you're doing it on purpose, perfection impossible. You blinked, and he nodded lntamene, without taking his gaze off your face, he doesn't hesitate, he stays like that.

''I know'' he thinks, unable to speak and express with a few words so many things stored inside him, he has the radio but it is not the same. He is not ashamed to look at your lips, close. He runs over your face from your lips to a trip back to your eyes, while you smile, closing your eyes and turning around again, shy, he loves it.

You feel small, you are. You notice it every time you remember that your height is synonymous with the difference between you, worlds and species. There is a hint of guilt, but you know that nothing will happen, never mutual. But him? He doesn't want to waste time, time is for now gold, like exhausted Energon… So valuable, reminding him how unfair life is when deciding that your steps on earth will disappear in a few years, that he will no longer be able to help you. contemplate as now. So unfair.

Él pone una mano en tu barbilla dubitativamente, algo dubitativo pero que no se nota, dejas de sonreír y te concentras en la situación, tragas saliva, mirándolo a los ojos siendo incapaz de apartar la mirada, ni a ningún lado… Él aparta la mirada. Te mira. Hubiera sido solo un beso lo que hubiera cambiado todo, el destino de ambos y tantas cosas. Pero sabe que será un recuerdo, y duele. Ese pensamiento duele mientras los segundos pasan y siguen como están. Hubiera bastado solo un movimiento para lograr lo que anhela. Pero no puede. Él nunca fue un cobarde, había luchado junto a Optimus Prime como mano derecha para eliminar algunos decepticons, pero en cuanto a sentimientos tampoco lo era. ¿Qué cambió? Nada, fue solo tu presencia.

He left you, looked ahead, taking his gaze away from yours. You hesitated, you thought. You turned around a little nervously without smiling while you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, adjusted your book and remained silent. He looked ahead, the timing of this scenario combined with your beauty and feelings would have been so perfect, but he is not capable. So, now both of us sitting looking at the landscape, alone. They know and are aware of what is happening. But no one speaks

You speak, he looks at you out of the corner of his eye for a second when you do, wanting to say so many things, but he can't. Answering you in his mind.

''The landscape is beautiful''

''I know''

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(I'm sorry if it's poorly worded, the translator is against me. IJDIHUEEDJI)

I'm sorry if the writing is rubbish, I have two reasons.

1.- I am new to writing

2.- I speak Spanish and I use the translator. It's their fault, I swear! AJJSDHJKSAJHAJJAJ

Bye <3

[dispotatorulzz]

Final pones !!!

I still wanna do a size comparison for em all and have some sketch ideas but the main things are done :))

me talking bout em under the cut (spoilers)

Edit: I changed Grefgore's cutie mark and changed the image ^^ !!!

OK. I struggled a lot with Shiloh's cutie mark actually 😭😭 I didn't know what to do at first but I eventually decided on a sort of wanting to explore and see the world and also draw it ! I think it works :)!! Grefgore's was straight forward enough LMAO. He's also supposed to be alot bigger I made him a Clydesdale (and also base unicorns off deer) so this one drawing isn't exactly accurate but he looked weird being a lot bigger than Shiloh in this

So Emizels and Shiloh's parents LMAO. The queen is an alicorn and Emizel's dad (I'm assuming is the guy from ep one) is an earth pony so . Seeing as mama is an alicorn it's ok for them to be kinda different. I KNOW they're like twins but I don't think it's entirely impossible for them to be different races of pony since mama is an alicorn and alicorns got some fucked up magic going on /lh. Shiloh and Emizel do become alicorns at some point because like the princes and all but they have to earn it 💪💪💪. Like an end of journey reward or smthn.

Also all the vamps have an extra detail on their cutie mark for the vampire thing ! After turned or if they're born as it doesn't matter but they get the wings and blood drops under it . Shiloh only has the blood drops because his aura is read as human so I assume he's only like half vamp

[feorvillageofdragons]

[[EDIT : PLEASE READ THE DNI ITS IMPORTANT.]]

My name is Feor. I reside in the Village of Dragons , near the region of Unova.

I am a 23 years old man as of now , and started my League Challenge in Unova at 20 with the goal of being a valable candidate to become a Dragon type Gym Leader later on.

However the events with the Team Plasma forced me to post-pone my challenge , and now I want to take time for myself and the pokemon of the Village. Maybe I will get back to the challenge one day , maybe not.

For now I take joy into caring for the dragons rescue and into teaching my partner Natural how to treat their wounds , or feed them.

Tambourine is my first Pokemon , I got him from the elders of the village with the goal of training him to become what he is now , a content , strong , and confident Pokemon.

I will share my everday-life with you here , if I remember to do so , as I am not found of being on the Rotom Phone at all time.

OOC UNDER THE CUT ! (Along with TW and stuff ! )

Hi ! My name is Voltaic (or @voltaicsnail ) ! I'm 25 y.o !

I use He/Him pronouns ! It's my first time doing a Rotomblr account and I'm so happy to join !

Here is some more information on my character Feor !

___________________RULES AND TRIGGERS !____________________

NOT SAFE FOR KIDS

The general TW of this blog are ( not everything may appear on the blog but just in case ...) :

-Unreality

-Abuse (in general , as N suffered from abuse and might appear sometimes)

-Pokemon cruelty ( Presence of Ghetsis's Hydreigon and rescues)

-Grief / Death

-Traumatic event being talked about

Not a TW but important either way : While I will put a TW for blood , open wound , and for stuff like emetophobia...I won't put TW for scars and healed wound.

There will be no explicit NSFW content and any ask that are too explicit will be deleted.

DNI : Anyone shipping kids with adults; anyone sexualizing minors , racists , terf , homophobes , and basically anyone willing to oppress a minority , I'll block you.

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(No stealing his Deino away !! )

Pelipper Mail : Yes ! (Better in form of package or something the character can find on his walk or stuff :) )

Pelipper Unmail : Yes !

Pelipper Malice : Yes !

Musharna Mail : Yes !

Mursharna Malice : Yes !

Magic Anons : No !

High Stakes : No !

Drama Stakes : Depends !

Ultra Stakes : No !

In universe anon hate : Yes !

Sapiant Pokemon : Depends ! (I accept them , I prefer human ask on this rotumblr ! @pedroplasmagruntsma is Yes )

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If N appears on a post , his text will be written like this : I am N

If N and Feor appear on a post : N will write like this and Feor like this.

If the post is narration / written actions it will be under // text //

If the post is OOC it will be written in [[ ooc : text ]]

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Tags !

Discussion reblog chain : #feor responses (for when it's longer so you can hide the tag if it's spamming your fyp lol )

Feor's reblog : #Feor reblog

Ask's answers : #Feor Ask

Feor's posts : #Feor Yapping

N's posts : #N Yapping

N's ask's answers : #N ask

OOC : #ooc

Narrative post : #nar post

If pictures are included in post : #Feor album

NxFeor ship : #Dragonscaleshipping

Here we go !!

[starcraftt]

loved you from the start — johnny cade x ponyboy curtis.

or, four times that johnny and pony were in love + the one time they noticed

warnings, nothing extreme! mostly fluff :3 extreme apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

word count : 3.4k

authors note, @not-actually-human ; hiya! here's your secret valentines gift! i hope you enjoy it—i definitely enjoyed writing it haha! <3 ND SO SORRY IT'S LATE SOBBING ( @outsiders-gift-exchanges )

links : quotev link / ao3 link / wattpad link

" it is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream .

"Jeez Soda, why do you gotta be like that?" Ponyboy asked, words drawled as he frowned at his older brother who was messing around with Steve. "Now Darry's gonna blame me!" He complained, gesturing to the broken glass as he groaned loudly.

"Awe, don't worry Pony, it'll be fiiine." Soda had dragged out the last word, making it seem even less fine than Pony had originally felt. As Pony pouted, arms crossed and bottom lip jutted out, Two-Bit walked by.

"C'mon horseman, pony up," Two joked, giggling at his own joke—even though it didn’t make sense—as he ruffled Pony's hair, the younger one batting his hand away before he could do any real damage. Most everyone glanced towards the door when they heard it open—Pony being too distracted by smoothing down his hair—, Dallas and Johnny stepped in.

"Droppin' off the kid," Dally spoke, saluting at everyone before heading back out too quick for anyone to try and get him to stay. As the door slammed closed, they all went back to what they were doing. Two-Bit sitting on the couch, nursing a hangover he hoped to be gone soon, Soda cleaning up the glass, hoping not to cut himself, Steve—who should probably be helping, wasn't, and Pony back to pouting now that his hair was fixed.

Johnny offered a weak wave to the youngest when he came to sit down on the chair across the table. Pony nodded as a greeting back, shifting in his seat with a sudden embarrassment of pouting.

He didn’t know Johnny very well. Despite there being a few months between their first meeting and now–it was hard to know someone when they didn’t talk much about themselves. And the older still seemed shy around the group. Soda always said that Johnny would open up soon enough though. And Soda was always right. On social topics, that is.

"Heya Johnnycake, how're ya doing?" Steve questioned as he came by, squeezing Johnny's shoulders.

Johnny mumbled out a fine, nodding his head as he glanced at Steve without moving his head, watching as the older finally gave up to Soda's pestering and went to help him with the glass.

"You doin' alright?" Pony added, focusing his attention on the male across from him. Another nod was the response he got. "You sure?" Pony pushed lightly, stretching across the table slightly to get closer to Johnny.

Johnny shifted his head up to let Pony see his full face. And then the older smiled. Just a small quirk of the lips, but a smile. "Yeah Pone," Johnny started. "Fine."

Pony nodded immediately and backed away, making sure not to stare at the other's face too long. He's sure he turned red, having never seen Johnny's actual smile before, but . . .

Man, was that cute.

"Heya Johnny, have you studied for the science test yet?"

And that's how Johnny Cade found himself crossing the street to the library, the younger male beside him, Ponyboy Curtis. He's pretty sure he mumbled something about not wanting to study, but he figures he should. Try, at least.

"What do we even study?" Johnny questioned, desperate enough to know the answer that he voiced his concern.

"Textbooks, other . . . science things," Pony shrugged.

Johnny nodded despite the answer he got, and the two continued in comfortable silence to the library. Soon enough, they were sitting at a table in a relatively empty room, and Johnny snatched the nearest science textbook Pony had brought over.

His head shot up when a sudden thump sounded, and he quickly found the source being Pony—who had dropped a pile of books on the table. "What's all that?" He asked, hand resting on the textbook already in front of him to save his page.

The younger shrugged again. "More textbooks," he offered vaguely, but Johnny merely nodded again, eyes darting back down to the book in front of him as he saw Pony go and start reading a book from of the corner of his eye.

Hours passed—was probably only an hour or so though—, and even though he was barely halfway through the textbook, Johnny pushed his chair away from the table to go and walk around the library. He usually liked the quietness it held, and he knew that Pony loved coming here. A win-win he guesses. He doesn't get much silence, and Pony needs someone to go with.

He stepped through the plethora of shelves that only really reached up to his neck, but he was short. Knew it from all the times people rested their arms on his shoulders. Hated how it made him seem even younger than he already looked. 

Black colored eyes drifted lazily across the books and he passed through a few shelves, focus landing on a familiar title. He crouched to get a closer look at the spine, reaching out to tug it towards him slightly—taking a peek at the cover before he slid it out between its place held by two other books. 

Great Expectations. They were reading this in class, weren't they? Johnny flipped through the pages, skimming what words he could catch. Tucking the book under his forearm—holding it with his hand—he headed back to Ponyboy.

Pony, too engrossed in his textbook—for reasons Johnny would never understand—didn't take notice of Johnny approaching, jumping slightly when the other tapped his shoulder. "What's up?"

"You feel like reading somethin' else?" Johnny said, offering up the book to Pony, placing it on the table and sliding it over with a single finger.

It took Pony a second, eyes flicking from the book to Johnny and back again, before he picked up the book. "We're reading this in class though," Pony said, flipping through the pages slowly.

"Yeah, I know. But I haven't been reading it so how about catchin' me up?" Johnny asked hopefully, what was an attempt at a persuading smile on his face.

Pony looked long and hard at Johnny one last time before he relented. "Okay," He agreed, sighing as he reached over and grabbed the nearest chair, pulling it towards himself and patting it.

Johnny quickly moved to sit down in the seat offered, watching as Pony flipped around in the book again. "Have you read anything?"

"Yeah—! Maybe the first couple of chapters or somethin',"  Johnny offered, thinking. "I think."

His last addition of words got a deadpanned look from Pony as the younger flipped to the start of the book, and started reading; caring less when Johnny leaned closer as if to read the words on his own.

A few minutes later Johnny settled himself a spot where his head lay on Pony's shoulder, listening intently to Ponyboy's voice. It was soft, perfect for reading things aloud. Smooth and barely struggled with the bigger words that Johnny's sure even Darry wouldn't know.Pony continued on, a mix of his voice, the pages turning, and the dull quietness of the library luring Johnny's eyes closed.

The book reminded him of those days after Mr. and Mrs. Curtis had died—don't ask him why. It was quite bright out, but there was a grayness to the world that Johnny'd never seen before. Like a shadow had been cast over everything, dulling its color and therefore its importance. The things that had been shining those days were Darry, Soda, and Ponyboy—even though they had the dullest color of all the days.

He just remembers trying to be there for the three, having not the slightest clue of what to do or how to help them. He just sat there. Let Pony cling to him as he sobbed his eyes out.

Johnny sighed, opening his eyes again, blinking. He straightened, looking out the window, finding some time had passed. He looked back over to his left, seeing Pony letting out a long breath, and rolling his shoulders back, casually flipping through the book.

"Sorry Pone, must've fallen asleep."

Pony shook his head, like a sign telling Johnny that it was fine. Johnny nodded his head along, and they were left in a blanket of silence. Johnny's gaze was cast downwards as he thought, and he lifted it to speak up; but he got beat by Ponyboy.

"We should head back—Darry's gonna have my ass for stayin' out longer," He said, glancing at Johnny. And the listener nodded once again, pressing his mouth closed, lips forming a straight line as he stood up, pushing his chair in.

It was only as they were walking out—after replacing all the textbooks and Pony deciding to take one home—that Johnny realized he didn't remember any of the studying he did. Deciding to not speak up about it, he shrugged it off. It was better, what the situation had turned out to be. More enjoyable. For sure.

Johnny watched the track intently, sun beating down on his back but he didn't pay attention to it. He was currently searching for Ponyboy Curtis, best friend, and really the only person he came here for. He barely missed a meet in the entirety of Pony starting track, why would he start now?

Though he had come a few minutes late, Pony probably thought he wasn't coming. He wouldn't miss it—that's what he'd said at Pony's first meet. Still held up now.

He perked up slightly when he noticed a familiar brunet—who was scanning the metal bleachers just as Johnny had been searching the teams. Gazes met, and smiles appeared. 

Johnny loved Pony's smile. He had to admit it; the way his eyes lit up with them, highlighting the green that Pony oh so ever hated. Johnny liked the color in them though, gave some uniqueness. Like Pony needed any more though.

Johnny's smile was hesitant, slow to form. Always was, even now. With how comfortable he was with the gang, Pony especially, you'd figure he'd grow out of it. But no, his smile would forever look shy.

The same thing with the greeting of a wave. Pony's was loud—not really—and Johnny's was barely the lift of a hand. Complete opposites, you might say, but they weren't. Not really.

As the runners lined up, Johnny leaned back slightly to relax—there were only a few people who had shown up to this one ( track was never a popular sport. at least from what Johnny saw ), and thankfully he had enough room. He never really understood track, it's just a bunch of kids running to cross a line first, right? Whatever it was, he'd cheer Pony on.

If Johnny was bolder, he would've been one of those embarrassing friends—to mention a few: Dallas and Two-Bit—and jumped up, yelling supportive things and cheered when Pony won either second, first, or third place. Which he did, however, win second place.

Johnny figures you're supposed to head back to your coach, leader, whatever, but what he didn't expect is for Pony to come racing up to him.

Even though his eyes widened in surprise ( and half embarrassment—he's sure people are wondering why the second place winner is running up to a random kid ), he stood up quickly to make sure Pony didn't trip in front of him.

But that only added to the 'oof' effect when Pony practically ran into him, throwing his arms around Johnny's neck and almost toppling the two over if Johnny hadn't found his footing.

"Hey Pone," He coughed, "Congrats, man."

Pony pulled away, still holding Johnny by the shoulders, excitement tracing his features. "Man Johnny, I did it!" He exclaimed, grinning widely.

"Yeah Pone, 'course you did," Johnny offered a smile, huffing out a laugh. Both heads turned when Pony's name got called, and Pony started backwards, looking back at Johnny to make sure he could go.

The gesture was weird, but Johnny nodded his chin towards where the name had been called, sinking down to his seat and watched Pony skip into a jog—back over to his team.

Johnny smiled slightly at the back of Ponyboy's head. The sun made Pony look ethereal even as the younger was looking all ruffled from the meet. A word popped into the back of Johnny's mind, and the raven haired squinted slightly, before brushing it off.

He'd make sure to tell Pony that some time. In the far, far future.

"Really Pone, I'm okay," Johnny said for the tenth time, voice cracking slightly. His black eyes watched as Pony paced around a bit, looking for the first aid kid. "Everyone's got a few injuries," he added weakly, knowing he wasn't going to win this conversation.

Ponyboy didn't answer until he had found the first aid kit tucked somewhere behind or near the fridge. "Sure Johnny," he agreed sarcastically, tossing Soda a band-aid that the older Curtis brother had asked for previously. "Darry, I found it!" Pony yelled to wherever Darry had been looking, and the rest of the gang headed towards the living room.

"Thanks Little Buddy," Darry mumbled, taking the kit and shifting through the stuff thrown inside. The materials they had were dwindling down every rumble they had, but what else could they do about it except toss a new pack of band-aids in it every month or so?

As the kit got handed around, Johnny denied it when it was offered to him, save for snatching a band-aid. He figured he could just clean the cuts he had and call it good. About to push himself to his feet and head to the sink, a rag was suddenly shoved in his face.

He backed up from it slightly as if it was haunted. Johnny slowly raised his head to meet the eyes of the person offering it, already knowing he was going to see Pony. The two youngest held eye contact, a staring contest of sorts.

Johnny's eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and they stood there silently for a full minute or two—everyone rustling around them—before Johnny groaned, gaze flickering away. "Fine," he mumbled, shifting to sit down on the floor, only to have Pony point to the couch.

Lips pursed into a childish pout, Johnny flopped down on the floor anyway, causing a muttering of annoyance to leave Pony's lips before the younger sat down across, scooting closer until their knees brushed. Leaning closer still, Pony reached up with the damp rag and started brushing it against the drying blood on Johnny's face.

It wasn't like this was anything new to Johnny—sure he's had people clean his injuries before—, but it was never as gently as Pony was doing it. Ponyboy always had a gentle touch though. Ran in the family.

Johnny swallowed, eyes darting everywhere, unsure where to look. After a moment he gave up, resting his gaze on the male in front of him, still handling him so gently—it would be an understatement to say Johnny felt like crying. He felt like downright sobbing, and he didn't know why.

Tears welling up in his eyes, he flinched away from Pony slightly, trying to play them off like he had touched a sensitive spot. "Sorry Johnny," the youngest whispered.

The raven haired shrugged it off, letting Pony start tending to his injuries once again. He sniffed slightly, subtly. He willed himself not to start crying in front of everyone, but after Pony had finished placing the last band-aid on his forehead—the brunet tugged him into a hug. 

"'m sorry for fussin' over you. You just didn't look so great afterwards and—"

There were those fucking tears again. Someone cared. Someone cared about stupid ol' him—Johnny Cade. Kicked puppy, following anyone he could for shelter. Pony was still talking, but Johnny couldn't focus on anything but keeping himself from crying. He wasn't a stupid bawl baby, he wasn't.

He sucked in a breath, and wrapped his arms around Pony in return, burying his head in the crook of his shoulder, hoping that would help in disguising his failure. Water pricked the edges of his eyes and soon spilled out. Tears trailing rivulets down his face, he was suddenly pushed from the hug.

"Johnny? You okay?" Ponyboy asked, too loudly for the older's comfort, hands on his shoulders.

"What?" Johnny asked dumbly, reaching up to scrub at his eyes, trying to play it off as he sniffed again.

"Was it somethin' I said?" The words were asked weakly, concern creasing Pony's forehead as he stared. 

"Kinda." Was all the response Johnny felt like giving, before leaning forward and resting his forehead on Pony's shoulder, breathing slowly. 

". . . Thanks Pone."

"Still pretty," Johnny murmured, a small smile gracing his features as he watched the sun drift down and into the unknown. It always felt like a privilege whenever he managed to catch the shifting colors, darkening into the night sky—or brightening into the daylight. 

"Yeah," Pony dragged out his word slightly, sounding bored—Johnny knew he felt nothing of the sort though. Pony always got like this when he saw something pretty. Less focused on the world, and more focused on the beauty. "Real pretty," Pony added after a beat, probably snapping back to reality now that the sunset was dwindling on the last wisps.

Johnny nodded in agreement, shifting and bringing his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his knee. There was another moment of quiet between the friends. There always was. A silent agreement to let the buzz wear off—as Two-Bit had phrased it once. Somethin' pretty' always got you hyper ( but he had been drunk when he said it. when was he ever sober? well maybe with marcia ).

Johnny always figured they were just appreciating the lasts of the sunset though. Didn't like the relation to alcohol. As orange now faded into dark blue, Johnny let out a content sigh, closing his eyes slightly to relish the last memory of the sunset.

He opened his eyes when a chilly wind threaded through his hair, and he shivered. He never liked the cold; always had to be in it though.

"Real pretty," Pony repeated again, this time in a small, mindless whisper. He got the same response, a nod from Johnny, who glanced over at his friend from the corner of his eye—only to dart his gaze away the moment he noticed Pony was looking at him.

He was probably overreacting, right? There's no way Ponyboy Curtis just called him pretty. In a suave, subtle, cool way especially. Pony isn't suave. Right? Johnny reached up, rubbing at his eyes before dragging his hands down his face. He's going crazy for sure.

Sighing, Johnny leaned back, resting against the trashed car seat the lot always had. Pony scooted closer as he always did, now that the heat was fading and the cold was coming on.

"Cold?" A stupid question, he knew, but the silence was excruciating.

Pony answered with a low hum and Johnny's eyes flickered down, knowing that wasn't really an answer—but he didn't push it. Pony let out a small sigh, just as Johnny had done moments ago, and the younger leaned against Johnny slightly, eyes blinking closed.

"Heya Johnny."

"Yeah Pone?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah Pone."

Another hum. A tired one this time. "I mean it."

" . . . Yeah Pone. I love you too."

Pony let out a childish huff—when really he was disguising the nerves—and leaned up, turning slightly so he faced Johnny. "I mean it, Johnny. I do." His eyes were serious, not like the friendly 'i love you's they might've joked about a few times.

Johnny's mouth went dry. He was serious. The silence was deafening, but Johnny knew it was his fault. He should be responding, but he couldn't. He swallowed dryly, forcing his nerves down with it.

Pony said it. So it's alright. Right?

"Yeah Pone," He choked out for the millionth time too. "I love you too." Johnny knew he just repeated the words he had said before but with the way Pony's face lit up, he knew that Pony knew. It was genuine.

Pony reached over, and laced his fingers with Johnny's; lightly. With a glance up to make sure that was okay, the younger settled back down to closing his eyes and resting against Johnny.

A small grin adorned Johnny's features. They hadn't said anything else. But that'd be enough. Just for tonight.

A kiss to the head.

A squeeze of a hand.

The drifting of the breeze.

The stars blinking.

Johnny wouldn't have imagined anything more. Nothing perfect, because they weren't. They were them.

And that's all it took;

To fall in love.

[mossyscavern]

What’s this… christmas, you speak of?

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“AAGH! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING-!”

Rumble and frenzy ran straight past the other decepticons as the two chuckled at their recent activity, a bit behind them chasing the two mini cassettes is a very upset starscream.

The two turned a corner to the computer room and ducked behind both mechs that’s present in the room. “Best. Prank. Ever!” Frenzy whisper shouts.

Turning to his twin, confused as to why he’s so quiet and looking up, he followed his gaze and… yeah now he sees why.

Both megatron and Soundwave both stares down at the mini cons, optic ridges arched at the two. “And who pray tell have you two ‘pranked’ this time?” Megatron asked, crossing his servos at the two identical bots.

“Rumble, frenzy: speak the truth.” Soundwave warned, standing threateningly as one does. “Uh… we’ve both pranked-.”

“Where did those tin can’s go?!” Starscream asked, stomping in. The seeker is covered in silver and gold glitter wearing a Santa hat with antlers and a red nose on him.

“Starscream, late as alway-.” megatron stopped, now seeing the mess rumble and frenzy caused this time. “You look ridiculous… it’s a good look on you.” Megatron comments. “.. frag you too! Soundwave.”

“Starscream: can’t be taken seriously, take it off.” The mech states, monotone almost falters.

“Can’t, it’s glued on-. Never mind that! Where’s rumble and frenzy?!” Starscream asks, tapping his ped impatiently. “Direction: went that way when you stormed in here.” Soundwave says, pointing.

“Yeah sure, that’s what they want me to think... They’re probably still in my birth room!” He shouts, running out of the room and back to the way he came. Leaving the four bots to question his decision.

“… I can’t believe he did that.” Rumble finally spoke. “Yeah. And he was a scientific explorer.. mech.. thing.” Frenzy responded, trying to find a word for it.

“Back to what we’re doing, why does starscream look like part of his designation?” Megatron asked, turning towards the troublemaking duo. “Just some fun Christmas pranks.” Rumble answers. “We figured out glitter is hard to get rid of, so we made a glitter bomb in his wash racks.” Frenzy answers also.

“The hat and nose is just for fun, plus a way to get screamer into the wash racks in the first place.” Rumble finishes with a shrug followed by a huge run with no regrets.

“What’s this… Christmas, you speak of?”

Megatron asks, intrigued by the sound of this ‘Christmas’ the twins speak highly of. If it’s a way to destroy the auto bot than it shall-.

“Christmas: a bonding holiday about joy, family, friends, laughter and the celebration of birth of a human being, followed by two other holidays known as Hanukkah and Yule.” Soundwave answers.

‘Oh… just a simple holiday these creatures celebrate.’ Megatron thought. “I see… and it involves your endeavours why?” Megatron asked, now noticing the saddened look the two provides.

“We actually want to go snowball fighting, but because we’ve been so busy finding new ways to get energon we never had time for a proper day off.” Rumble admits. “Yeah, the auto bots get that type of time, why not us?”

Megatron pondered. It is true, all they’ve been doing the whole time was trying to find other sources of energy, but it’s crucial for their survival they need it to sustain themselves…

but they never exactly had a proper day off… it makes sense with rumble, frenzy and most of the decepticons to be antsy.

“… Soundwave, take the day off.. let them have some well deserved fun.”

“Affirmative.” Soundwave nodded as both frenzy and rumble, looked to each other and celebrated when Soundwave nodded to them both. “Alright! Should we do an igloo or snowball fight first?” Frenzy asks.

“I’m thinking igloo, snowmen building, snow angels and then a snowball fight, gotta go for calm before the storm frenz.” Rumble says, mischief in his visor.

Before Soundwave follows the walking pair megatron told Soundwave to announce the rest of the decepticon’s to post pone their recent plans and to take the day off. When they finally left megatron contemplates.

Megatron always wanted a family… shocking, he knows.

But he’s seen how family’s would get together and eat, spend time with their sparklings and conjunx, even celebrate with extended families as well. And it just… makes his spark feel lighter, especially with how heavy it is.

Maybe in another life he has a family… “Heh, impossible.’ Megatron thought, shaking his helm, before his optics land on the computer, seeing the yellow mini bot make a snowman.

For some strange reason megatron always feels… proud at the things the minibots is doing, even some of the little things.

It’s odd… but he doesn’t hate it, not one bit.

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… this was done in the last minute.

Not really since… well.. it took some time.. I just wanted to write g1 decepticons featuring megatron first hearing about Christmas.

Part of it was base off one of @yourplaywright’s stories on ao3 cause dang it! I did not realise they did one of my favourite g1 stories on there too until I looked again.

Plus it’s Christmas/yule, I wanna write it plus g1 of transformers cause why not? And… I do what I want..

My gift to you guys. Wholesome decepticon moments… cause yes.

[g1nu00]

DISEÑO DE LOS LOCOS AAAA

Smiling Critters DESIGN FOR THE AU

DESPUES DE DÍAS ARMANDO ESTO LOCO, por fin lo termineeeee WAAAA

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AFTER DAYS DRAWING THIS DUDE, finally I ended up WAAAA

GRUPO DE DOGDAY!/DOGDAY'S GROUP

Acá tenemos básicamente a Dogday o el loquito del curso al que lo iban a mandar a la correccional y termino yendo a un mundo donde estA PEOR

Pero equis, el niño es feliz

Acá pueden ver su forma humana y el collar :D

El collar tiene magia de Ilusión, es básicamente como los collares que usaban Emira y Edric

[Eng]

Here we basically have Dogday, or the "crazy kid" in the class who was going to be sent to a Camp and ended up in a world where things are EVEN WORSE.

But whatever, the kid is happy

Here you can see his human form and the collar :D

The collar has Illusion magic; it’s basically like the collars Emira and Edric used.

El grupito de amigos!

CraftyCorn es la primera a la que conoce Dogday en su forma humana, junto con Hoppy, antes de que le den el collar de Sol. Gracias a Dogday, Crafty paso de la clase de Oráculo a Ilusiones

Hoppy a pesar de interesarle el mundo humano como a Gus, no es tan "Emocionada" sobre ello, mas que nada lo que le llama la atencion es sobre los deportes del mundo humano, por lo que al ver que Dogday estaba escualido pensó que no había mucha diferencia al Reino de los demonios (mentira)

Picky es este caso que tenemos con Matt en The Owl House, solamente que sería una competencia sana con Hoppy sobre que tiene más valor, si los deportes humanos o la Gastronomía humana-

A este parche le decimos, los loquitos del psiquiátrico, y de normal siempre son Dogday, Hoppy y Crafty

[Eng]

The Friend Group!

CraftyCorn is the first one Dogday meets in his human form, along with Hoppy, before he gets the Sun Collar. Thanks to Dogday, Crafty switched from the Oracle track to Illusions

Hoppy, despite being interested in the human world like Gus, isn’t as “excited” about it. Mainly, what catches her attention are human sports, so when she saw that Dogday was scrawny, she thought there wasn’t much difference from the Demon Realm (not true)

Picky is like Matt in The Owl House, but here, she has a friendly competition with Hoppy about which is more valuable: human sports or human gastronomy.

We call this bunch the “psych ward crazies,” and it usually includes Dogday, Hoppy, and Crafty.

GRUPO DE CATNAP/CATNAP'S GROUP (and enemy/rival)

Con Catnap tenemos una dinámica mas rara, ya que su grupo se conforma de solo sus únicos amigos más cercanos. El solia ser amigo de Craftycorn pero al ver que a su padre y su tutora no les gustaba ya que ella no sabía controlar su magia, le dijeron que se aleje de ella, basicamente lo mismo con Willow y Amity

Cuando obtiene la maldición de la Bestia, su magia se Oráculo se potencia, ya que está tiene que ver con el futuro y un plano psico-mental, así que le metemos el tema de los sueños y pesadillas

Si, este también se pone como tomate de la vergüenza

1006 no lo deja llevar ropa que no sea con mangas largas o cubriéndose, más que nada por las cicatrices de entrenamiento que tiene el pobre chiquito

[Eng]

With Catnap, we have a more unusual dynamic, since his group is made up of just his closest friends. He used to be friends with CraftyCorn, but when his father and tutor noticed she couldn’t control her magic, they told him to stay away from her, basically the same as with Willow and Amity

When he gets the Beast curse, his Oracle magic intensifies since it’s connected to the future and a psychic-mental realm, so we add the theme of dreams and nightmares here

Yes, he also blushes like a tomato out of embarrassment.

1006 doesn’t allow him to wear anything that isn’t long-sleeved or covered up, mostly to hide the training scars the poor kid has.

Bobby y Kickin vienen a ocupar el lugar de Emira y Edric, pero siendo los amigos mas íntimos de Catnap, quienes saben todo de el y en quienes el emperador "confía" si su hino no esta en el castillo

Bobby es la mayor de los 3, siendo la que más sentido de responsabilidad tiene y la que conoció a Catnap en su edad más temprana (y la que lo socorre cuando se entera que al loquito le gusta Dogday)

El caso con Bubba es complicado, si bien formaría parte del parche a la vez no, la forma en la que sabes que fueron amigos con Catnap es que llevan collares o dijes.

La rivalidad con bubba se originó debido a que ambos querían demostrar que podrían servirle a 1006, existiendo está dualidad de "El príncipe" y "el Guardia Zafiro"

[Eng]

Bobby and Kickin take on the roles of Emira and Edric, but as Catnap’s closest friends. They know everything about him, and the Emperor “trusts” them when his son isn’t at the castle

Bobby is the oldest of the three, with the strongest sense of responsibility, and she met Catnap when he was younger (she’s also the one who comforts him when she realizes he has feelings for Dogday)

The situation with Bubba is complicated. Although he’s technically part of the group, he’s also kind of not. The way you know he was friends with Catnap is by the collars or pendants they wear.

The rivalry with Bubba began because both wanted to prove they could serve 1006, creating this duality of “The Prince” and “The Sapphire Guard.”

Ah y si, cambie el símbolo del emperador y me diseñe uno propio JAJSJS

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Ah yes, I changed the symbol of emperors coven and I designed an own one AHSHHSH

And that's all, The # for this au is #SCHiddenWorlds so, yeah

Y si ya se que son como las 6 de la mañana en donde vivo pero no me importa chupenla todos

[loopscereal]

Day 4: friends/halloween

vamoooooos estan disfasados como personajes de undertale!!! que viva 2016 ok uh Fox - alphys Creemos que a Fox le gustaría el tema de la moralidad que tiene Undertale, lo que sucedió entre monstruos y humanos, y más los experimentos entre los dos que hizo Alphys. Ver que un personaje que fue presentada por la historia como alguien nervioso y amable, aprender sus gustos, confiar en ella para que ayude en guiarte, ver que si te ayuda, y luego aprender que es capaz de someter a varios monstruos a estos experimentos de inyectarles determinación. Tenia sus razones, queria romper la barrera y mantener vivas las almas de los monstruos fuera de sus cuerpos, pero sigue siendo un acto bastante terrible lol. Creemos que estaría muy interesado Bonnie - sans Ok, si "jajaja, , sans undertale," esa es gran parte de la razon inicial para elegir sans. sans es EL personaje de Undertale. puedes vestirte de el sin saber mucho del juego es un poco más seguro que los otros personajes xq puedes decir que es ironico- ¡Pero creo que a Bonnie le gustaría el personaje! los chistes, la dinámica entre el y Papyrus. Creo que Bonnie se encariñaría con el desde el principio de su primera vez jugando Undertale, solo porque es un personaje divertido, tiene una dinamica divertida con su hermano, y luego, cuando lo encuentra en la sala del juicio, su mundo se pone al revés (¡¿al revés?!) otra vez un personaje que conocias de forma agradable, chistosa, y casual cambia. no de forma tan seria como los experimentos de alphys pero ahora vez que sans toma nota sobre lo que haces, y se acuerda de lo que intentas ocultar. Creo que por primera vez Bonnie tomaría una ruta neutral del juego y trataría de hacer save-scum, pero ver cómo cambia con esas decisiones le fascinaría. Chica - mettaton mettatoooon!! De nuevo, es un personaje divertido, tiene una faciasion con ser una estrella, tener atencion, y tiene toda una historia con lo que quiere hacer, y como se siente sobre compartir una pasion con un camiliar (nabstablook) . Creo que a Chica le gustaria todo como se mueve, su forma de ser, lo dramaico que es, la energia que tiene y por supuesto su musica. Todos los personajes de undertale son divertidos man que quieres que te diga lol... Creo que ella se identificaría con el, chica siendo una niña muy alegre e energetica, y vería cuán dividida esta/estaba el fandom con Mettaton, ya sea disfrutándolo o estando molesta con el y se identificaría aun más. Creo que la gente la trata de manera similar, viéndola como ruidosa y molesta la mayoría de las veces. Y lo de compartir una pasion con un familiar la recordaria a su relacion con Robin. (la hermana mayor que le dimos) o y chica es la unica que puede ponerse una peluca kjarfgb , nose ve su cabello y con fox y freddy si. #cosplayer Golden - nabstablook Un fantasma triste que le gusta hacer música, tiene talento, pero más que nada quiere poder tener una vida alejada, tranquila donde pueda vivir en paz... yeah. creo que golden tiene el mejor disfraz, me gusto es diseño pero no puse eseñar como funciona en este dibujo. tiene 2 formas... silly...

Fred - chara,

get abandoned get abandoned get cast out of humanity and seek vengeance ? find a family in unlikely places, but want to go back anyway? get abandoned and misunderstood and hurt the people you love you freak

Freddy - asriel.

cuándo estoy en en una competencia de personaje que muchas personas no saben cómo manejar para alguna razón y mi competencia es freddy fnafhs y asriel dreemur… uh ok astiel personaje que es amable pero wue nos eseña wue todos solos capaz de ser peores pero tamien es ejemplo que nunca estamos demaciado lejos para ser salvados uughgh

chara y astriel tambien tienen todo. una . cosita de loteralmente. combinan sus almas? combinacion de monstruo y humano…. es. auagachggahfGHGHA AAAAUGHH

hjhhhhhghgh..... hhhhhhhhhhh.... iykyk... iykyk.............. fml

aqui les paso los conceptos, donde pueden ver mucho mejor la idea que tuve para golden... ft meg as mad mew mew con una mascara de a mad dummy yayyyyy.

[mun-urufu]

people of tumblr

I have a dilemma

should I either go see my therapist (which I very much need but might survive post poning ) or go on an anniversary date with my beloved girlfriend?

Sorry for the long but I need advice quick so here are you the people I trust the most:

@im-a-sentient-magic-carpet

@hadoom

@just--a--random--human--being

@enochianghost

@virulent-atrophy

@samlikeslawnchairs

@daggerhobbit

edit 1: adding all my mutuals because sample size and fast

@burger-churgler-new

@cactus-with-boobs

@catinasink

@cult-of-the-lamb-fan

@official-bread-posts

@candieduranium

@projectmoonlightproductions

@chocxy-prince

@nedyakthefurry

@orionskittles

@pussypoptart

@oldmen-runningtheworld-anewage

@roxxywolf-multiversa

@pretentious-media

@omgitscheez

@newsbelltoday

@thewindyoubargainedfor

@imisslifebefore2016

@thefloralmenace

@irisbleufic

@iamnotjules

@dashoulinas-fandom-dump

@itsitadclioverihere

@lavender-witch128

@cannibalisticdespair