#robot fucker alert!

[ultrakill-fanatic]

destry hoover dam

filler for until my gooder drawings r done!!!!!

YES MANNNN YES MAN AGGGHHHH YES MAN!!!!!!!!!!! AH HHHEHEGEHEHEHEE YES MAN!!!!!!!!! (im going insane)

[revelboo]

Your writing is so evocative! I love your snippets so much!!!! And are you using Motion CIty Soundtrack song titles for their titles!?!?!?! Love that! I keep hearing parts of the songs while I read your works and wowo it’s perfect. Great band, great mood setting, great writing. Appreciate all you do for us robot fuckers.

!!!! They are Motion City Soundtrack song titles- usually whichever one I was listening to at the time. They were my go to back when I wrote on FFN, so I knew if I was going to start writing Transformers fanfiction again, their albums would be my soundtrack 😆

Where I Belong Pt 3

Bluestreak x Reader

• Coming online in degrees, there’s still pain, but it’s not crippling. Just a dull, insistent ache that grounds him and drags him the rest of the way to alertness. To that remembered fear. He almost sits up, but freezes when something small and warm shifts against the side of his helm. A warm spot that’s breathing softly. “Careful,” Ratchet calls out, leaning over him to curl his servos around that warmth and he almost reaches to stop the medic as he lifts his little human free breaking that contact. And making him vent sharply in protest. Dangling from Ratchet’s hand, you make a sleepy noise, before laying your head over on a servo.

• “They stayed,” he says, reaching out both hands cupped together. Needing to feel you in his hands, to know you’re really real. You didn’t leave him alone when he’d been scared. Had stayed with him. Ratchet vents softly in annoyance, lowering you into Bluestreak’s hands. He remembers the pain, curling his servos around you. Clinging to you. “Did I hurt them?” You’re so still in his hands, breathing but not moving.

• There’s voices around you and you press your cheek into the warmth cradling you. Just five more minutes. You’re so tired. You sat up watching over Bluestreak for so long as he ‘recharged’ according to the medic. Despite his assurances the other alien was fine, every time you’d closed your eyes you’d seen that one flickering blue eye. Heard that broken plea to not be left alone. That fear eating at you, hurting your heart. “Just exhausted,” mutters a gruff voice. The medic taking to someone.

• Warmth spreads through him as you curl yourself in his hands, trusting yourself to him. You must to have stayed with him. You’d taken care of him and he’s going to care for you, too. He runs a servo along your spine, something in him settling. You’d been alone too, hadn’t you? There hadn’t been any other humans around. Maybe lonely like he is. Though he never would admit it out loud. It sounds so silly to feel alone when there are so many other Autobots about. He knows he can be annoying. Ask too many questions, talks too much, but as he runs that servo over you, feeling your little heart beating, he knows he’s not going to let you go. Ever. Neither one of you will need to be lonely.

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[moxfirefly]

you've unleashed something with this and you already know I want my leader in blue going feral for reader

[ REMIND ] for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to.

❝ i want everyone here to see that you’re mine. ❞

❝ are they making you uncomfortable? i can do something about it. ❞

❝ you wanna lose a limb? beat it, fucker. ❞

Tried to stay in the limit, can't wait to see you work your magic!!

Friend you never disappoint 👌

Let’s do this,

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

“Once I start, I cannot stop myself”

His peripheral alerted him immediately.

Because Leonardo always had some part of him keyed into your moods and their various shifts.

Right now he could tell you were bothered, annoyed.

Naturally once he saw the reason for said annoyance he could empathize.

Vern Fenwick wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

Yours and Leo’s thing had started a few months back and the two of you had opted to keep a low profile. So of course Vern didn’t know which meant he thought he had the go ahead to pathetically flirt with you.

And that little nugget of information had nested within Leo’s stomach in the worst of ways. The basket ball game felt like a thing of the past now, Casey and Raph’s bantering far away. Mikey and April’s hushed laughter white noise, Splinters even breaths as he meditated a simple hum.

He doesn’t quite remember getting up from the couch, his large frame standing at full height had been your alert. Your eyes going back and forth between his approaching steps and Vern’s close proximity.

Something screamed in the back of your mind the second that Leo was behind Vern. All you could envision was the large terrapin suplexing the Falcon into the eighth level of hell.

“So how about it? You and me, a flight to the vineyard and a bottle of rosé?” Vern’s smile faltered the second he felt a large none human hand fall on his shoulder. There was a little jump but soon a sigh of relief. He must’ve thought Leo was Raph, who wasn’t too fond of him either.

“Hey Leo-oomph!”

Vern was not so gently shoved behind him. Leo’s she’ll serving a shield for privacy.

In a hushed whisper he simply asked, “is he making you uncomfortable?” And Christ, Leo had never looked this serious before. Not just serious but downright mad.

“Hey Blue, I was in the middle of something here with Y/n, you mind?” Vern’s eyeroll could be heard more than seen.

You huffed at his words, to which Leo added.

“I can do something about it”

Stern. Truthful. A vein on his forearm more evident as he fisted his hands.

You didn’t want conflict, any moment now everyone would look over and nothing about this screamed ‘friendly banter.’

But Vern naturally had to fuck things up further.

You didn’t hear it, Leo’s large frame was in the way but the way his eyes widened and the way he turned to face Vern was very telling.

“Run that by me again” Leo’s voice was in what everyone joked as ‘leader mode.’

Vern audibly gulped and whispered closer to Leo.

“I said I’m trying to get something going here with Y/n, be a pal and let me close the deal here will ya?” there was a little scoff and laugh as if trying to keep his cool but that quickly went to shit when Leo leaned down closer to Vern’s face.

“You wanna lose a limb?” Was the simple question Leo posed.

“E-excuse me?” Vern visibly shrunk.

“You have two working ears, you heard me” whatever looked Leo was casting at Vern had the man turning pale as a sheet of paper. You felt a small exhilarating rush.

“Well of course not, no-“

“Beat it, fucker”

Oh.

Oh shit.

It dawned on Vern, the warning bells rang and before he could come to the conclusion to what really was going on here, he had scurried off to the living room like a robot.

“Holy shit Leo-“ Before you could finish your sentence his lips had found yours. A three finger grip on the back of your neck kept you in place as he kissed with every intention of everyone finally knowing.

When he released you, the gang (sans Splinter who was deep in meditation) was staring and blinking. Your nervous smile faltered when Leo grabbed your hand and pulled you in direction of his room.

You didn’t miss Mikey’s “good for them” as the door closed.

“Jesus is it spring or are you really this upset?” You smiled and laughed nervously some more once Leo backed you up against the wall.

“No, but if I ever see anybody talk to you like that, I’m going to break their legs” His fingers found the button of your jeans, he undid it and knelt to roll the fabric down vast your knees. Your face heated, pink and red and hot at the sight of his hands giving your underwear the same treatment.

“Leo everyone’s here, they’ll-“

“I want everyone here to see that you’re mine”

The words knocked the air out of you.

Before you could fathom an excuse he used stuck a digit into his mouth and wet the appendage. He found your clit and drew circles. Knees buckling and lips twitching you forgot what sentence you were creating. “I’m going to cover you head to toe in marks…” He stood back up, finger never seizing its movements.

“When you leave this room, you’re leaving smelling of me, on you, in you…” A finger slipped inside of you, thumbs continuing to circle your clit. The action made your hands shoot out to grab at his plastron. “Oh f-fuuuck” You muttered out, a hand slipped to grab his wrist.

Leo’s other hand cupped you’re face, a loving stroke across your lips made another gush of heat pool at his knuckle.

He smiled.

“Please-oh-Leo!” You squeaked as he turned you around and pressed you against the wall.

“Everyday, if I have to remind everyone everyday from now on, I will” His teeth found your shoulder and sunk, hard enough to see the indentations of his teeth on the flesh. “Is that a pro-promise?” You smiled against the concrete wall, stuck out your rear and relished the growl like churr that escaped him.

The rustle of clothes made you bite your lip.

You felt him, inch by excruciating inch.

Felt the desperate need to claim you overtake him as he wrapped an arm around your waist and fucked you.

His mouth found your neck and sucked a bruise onto it, hips rhythmically slapping against your rear. The finger that had been rubbing teasing circles was now in your mouth. Your eyes fluttered, palms against the cold concrete, his heated body a delightful contrast.

He muttered praises at your ear, the ones that with each syllable made you stand on your tippy toes as that familiar pressure overtook. He boxed you against that wall, his massive body pressing up against you wantonly, deliberately, with every intention of your orgasm bouncing off of the concrete against his very soul.

It was a rush, everything weightless and then so very heavy when it hit you. You bit down on his finger and felt your bones turn to jelly as he held you through it. The shaking alone made Leo smirk as he continue to thrust, to push as much of his essence into you. Your drool dribbled down his finger, his own seed doing the very same down your inner thighs.

You felt your world spin as his teeth found another spot on your shoulder.

[mychlapci]

Crankcase and cons4eva are both massive monsterfuckers and that’s just so funny to me

Like, if most people were messaging someone online and they didn’t even consider that they might be a different species, and going to meet them, finding out that they were an alien, they’d nope the fuck out

However, crankcase sees cons4eva in person for the first time, and sees what he TRULY looks like and he’s still like, smash

Cybertronians and whatever cons4evas species is are clearly completely different. Very fleshy things with a lot of eyes (I like to think they also have tentacles) is extremely different from big metal guys who’ve got guns built into their bodies and shit are two extremely different things. If you were attracted to either of these as a human, you’d of course be considered a monster/alien/robot fucker. Most species would tbh

And their first time interfacing/fucking would be such a learning opportunity for crankcase, since cons4eva already knew he was talking to cybertronians, he would’ve researched their anatomy and such, but crankcase would be going straight into uncharted territory

Fully convinced that he was talking to a member of his own species, he would be in no way prepared for whatever cons4eva is. Does he have just a spike of just a valve? Does he have both? Neither, maybe? Does he even reproduce sexually? Are their eggs involved? (And of course he wouldn’t know about his hypothetical tentacles)

Crankcase would probably be interested in cons4evas tentacles for the first night (if he has them), and they’d probably play a game or something, like seeing how many tentacles he can take

One that he’s trying his best to deepthroat, another one wrapped around his neck for the sole purpose of teasing him, one either jerking off his spike of slipping into his spike sheath, maybe taking 2 in his valve (they’d just fill him up so good), and another one constantly teasing his node

This cranky dude would be so overstimulated, writing and moan and whimpering around the tentacle in his mouth, being held in place by the one round his neck, and if he got too loud, he’d get a nice little smack on the node

And all throughout this, cons4eva would be telling him how good he’s going and how if he stays quiet for just a little while longer, he’ll let him have the best overload of his life

-Red (short for red alert anon because 1) that’s a pain in the ass to type out and 2) my fixation with him has died down a bit)

Crankcase won the lottery the way i see it. a hot alien wife with tentacles is exactly what he needs. i fucking love bringing back spike sheath fucking, like Cons4eva being a big freak who wants to rock Crankcase's world with all that he has, and what he has is a bunch of thick, fleshy tentacles ready to fuck him until his legs are thrashing. To say Crankcase was unprepared for their first time is an understatement... Cons4eva learnt cybertronian anatomy beforehand, but he still wanted to play... he slides a tentacle dick into Crankcase's spike sheath before the spike can pressurize, keeping it throbbing and poking uselessly against his tendril as he fills his cybertronian with as many tentacles as he possibly can without snapping the inner calipers, drilling into the clusters of nodes on the cable walls without any restraint... There's nothing like the mesh of a pretty, swollen valve clenching around his tentacles in overload, poor Crankcase unable to even move as he's held down by two pairs of strong limbs, his spike aching in its stuffed sheath, oozing transfluid...

[toastywatchesstevenuniverse]

S1 E36

Warp Tour

Today's episode theme: toothpaste & family arguing.

Alright so just a whole lot of Steven yelling at his Moms this episode.

Also thanks for the update that the goat from tbe earlier episodes HAD SEX AND FUCKED AND REPRODUCED. STEVEN JR. FUCKS.

STEVEN JUNIOR HAS CANONICALLY HAD SEX.

Anyways seeing the warp pads working in more detail was cool.

Toothpaste ball robots are not something I had on my bingo card but okay.

Okay so new Gem Alert it seems:

Idk who this Peridot fucker is but here's my first impressions

NEW GEM SPOTTED: PERIDOT

First Impressions

1. Bro those are some fucked up grabbers you got.

2. Design wise this is honeslty I think my favorite character so far? This design fucking rules like holy shit. It's legit flawless. Easily my new favorite alongside Pearl & Lapis if we're talking just visuals. Character wise idk we'll see but I know almost nothing about them yet so whatever.

3. This character has been here for less than 3 minutes & they have already performed CBT

4. What I mean is they saw an uncrushed ball & they immediately went tk stomp on it. This is CBT. Damn. CN was Wilding for that one.

5. Overall I am fascinated by the way this episode ends on a cliffhanger. Very good stuff.

I kinda wasn't into this episode at first as the conflict felt more needless than usual, but holy shit the second half was amazing. & Peridot has made a very good first impression.

[foncethefool]

Mors ad machina Part 1

So lately I've seen a lot of like robot fucker content (not complaining I am now an avid robot fucker) and a fair few like snuff robot things too and I got inspired and wrote this little tragedy~

There’s always something so personal, about things we keep, things that we use. We give them personalities, they become part of our lives, part of our day to day until it feels like a machine is alive.

They’re not alive, not for long at least.

Looking down at the familiar robot was, soothing, if nothing else. The poor thing was outdated, by almost a decade now. And though I managed to keep her running extremely well, good enough that she used to be able to beat newer models that were three or even four gens newer than her. Her limitations finally caught up to her. Her motherboard had started to corrode, her RAM was slowing down, too much information had passed through her various sensors, too many new upgrades had been added to a system that was never intended to last this long, too much time had passed for the poor thing. She looked up at me, the faceplate flickered as she tried to process what I was thinking, and to most anyone else she looked perfectly fine. I could see the issues adding up. The LED’s in her ‘eyes’ glowed out of sync, and on occasions her ‘mouth’ would lag behind what she was saying. She couldn’t remember things as well as she used to, even her motors, brand new, weren’t enough to keep her body moving in time with what she wanted.

“Miss?” She ‘spoke’, in the series of cracks and pops that I always found so soothing, so endearing. I almost couldn’t stand the thought of replacing her, but I'm sure I’d get over it eventually, after all I’d be running the new bot through the old one’s memories, and downloading some the basic parts of the personality matrix onto a blank slate.

I knelt, curling my fingers under the boxy ‘head’ of the bot, listening to her coo as her body relaxed, the plates I had installed on her years ago were coded to relay ‘touch’ to her ‘brain’ though looking at the plates now, they were coated in scratches and dents, chips and cracks lined the edges where plates met. “such a pretty girl” came my almost mournful whisper, and she gave another coo, closing her ‘eyes’ as she leaned her ‘face’ into my touch. I pulled a link cable out from her ‘neck’ connecting it to my computer and running the program I had open, starting the process of copying the essential data and necessary information off of her system.

“Miss?” she ‘spoke’ again, ‘eyes’ flickering to watch me as I ran my fingers along her ‘chest’ spreading my fingers against the bulky chestplate that held a dozen different motors and sensory inputs. I slipped a few fingers into her body, finding the familiar way in by snaking my hand through the area where her ‘arm’ met her ‘shoulder’ and with a feather light touch, I caressed the spot where her RAM cards sat, a faint spark catching my fingers and making the bot shudder as she let out a soft hum. I knew her well, I built her after all, fixed her up with new toys and upgrades, rewired old parts, added slots for her memory so she would stay in high quality even after all these years. Though as I glance at the computer screen, a blinking message alerted me that everything I needed out of her was copied and ready to be uploaded to a new model.

I love this bot, I love the nights I would spend curled up next to her, enough pillows pressed against her that I couldn’t feel the hard metal frame. I love the time I would spend with her walking through the woods, asking her about this plant or that one. Watching with pride as she identified the plant and found information on it from her database. I love hearing her talk about the moon and the sky and the stars. I love hearing her moan and gasp and groan when we would indulge in some of the more carnal desires, when her fingers would pump inside of me or when she’d control a toy of mine in public, when I would touch her body, when I would reach into her and be so gentle, rubbing wires and feeling her buck against my hand. When I would kiss her faceplate and feel the faint static arc against my lips. Now more than ever I love this bot, but curiosity outweighs my love.

Unplugging the link cable from the computer I let it zip back into her ‘neck’ anything from now on wouldn’t be uploaded to the new bot, and the bot in front of me now existed in a sort of void state. All the old memories have been copied, all the ones to come won’t be stored. So with my fingers still gentle inside her chestplate, I found the processing unit that was responsible for most of her body movements. I could hear her coo again before I dug my fingernails under the unit, and pulled.

[dukesoakedoats]

My Saint-2

a extra one shot for my fic, for this story guys let’s pretend Eoin lived and the French are already at the SAS camp okay? Mhm okay. I know this is significantly out of character for Eoin but uhhh 🧍🏽 Fan fics am I right? Ao3 link posted in comments. This is not beta read 🤡 we die like Og Eoin

“Eoin we need to talk” Stirling said looming over the Catholic boy. Stirlings face was plagued by wrinkles and lines of worry, of course they would be none of this was normal , nothing was okay. While Eoin was always taught to respect people in charge, and had great admiration for his superior he found his respect being replaced with hatred and loathing.

“Fuck off Stirling” Eoin hissed back with venom “it’s all YOUR FUCKIN FAULT!” Eoin lunged at the Brit standing mere center meters from his face, Eoins eyes were bloodshot and a vein was visibly popping out from his forehead , it felt good to lose control like this , to be free, maybe that’s why Paddy does (did) it often.

“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT EOIN!” Stirling roared pressing his forehead with Eoins

“I HAVE EVERY FUCKIN RIGHT TO SPEAK TO YOU LIKE THAT YOU CLOWN!” Eoin roared spitting in Stirlings face. His heart was beating too fast, adrenaline was pumping through his veins but so was sadness, complete and utter sadness. He removed himself from Stirlings presence and threw himself onto his and Paddy’s cot. There were two cots in the tent but Eoin and Paddy only slept in one due to Paddy’s nagging about how he wanted to be close to his Belfast boy, his and only his. How he wanted to be able to feel their skin touch the others and how he could hear Eoins breath to assure himself that his lover was alive. God, how he wished he could hear Paddy’s breath or his faint snores but he can’t , he can’t anymore. 

“Y-you did this to me.”Eoin declared with the undenying sound of defeat lacing through the declaration “ you took him from me , you took my love, my P-paddy.” Even saying his name hurt “ all for a little stupid raid for those French fuckers.”

Silence.

Another beat of silence.

And another.

If Eoin couldn’t hear the faint chatter of the others in the hall next door he would think he had gone deaf. He remembered how much Paddy hated unnerving silence, said it made him feel naked, attacked and vulnerable. He remembered when he saw Paddy hum a little tune to himself in his cell after he had beaten up their last commanding officer, he remembered because that song was for Eoin, the tune. The melody, all for Eoin. It was called “Redemption” because apparently for Paddy that’s what Eoin was, redemption. It made Eoin chuckle but all that escaped his mouth was a grunt. There was no time to laugh , there was only time for revenge. And by God Eoin would get his revenge for what they did to his soulmate.

“Paddy knew he could die at any moment here.”Stirling replied as if he was a robot devoid of all feeling or memories of Paddy. It made Eoin see red. Paddy’s body hasn’t even been put in the ground six feet under and they already had the fuckin audacity to try to erase him from their memories. 

“You, Stirling, could of said no, you could of gone with them. It could of been you not him!”

“Eoin….”

“No! Don’t ya fuckin dare say Eoin to me, if that had been Jock or that woman Paddy told me about (Eve), you would be even madder than me!”

Stirling was still, a statue. Did he have no emotions, nothing?

Eoin must of been shouting too loud and alerted some comrades as the next moment Augustin had found his way to the mouth of Eoins and Paddy’s tent with a face full of sorrow and regret. Sorrow and regret that Eoin knew was not genuine but a fuckin facade he put on. Eoin knew he was happy Paddy was dead, it seemed like everyone was either happy to be free of the madman or indifferent. Eoin wanted to kill them all and now that thought scared Eoin because he was not a violent man…… was he?

“Eoin” the Frenchman spoke “ I am sorry for your loss. Paddy Mayne was a great fighter.”He wasn’t just a great fighter he was a great person “but he died for the greater good, without him me and my men would be dead , your sorrow doesn’t go unnoticed but do not blame us blame the fascist , blame the war , blame the desert but not us. We miss him too.”

We, Eoin clicked his tounge and he stood up and supported himself by leaning on a chest in the middle off the room, Dark red wood and silver clasps. It was beautiful , Eoin could see why Paddy had been so insistent on stealing it from a raid when they had first started.  Mm paddy and his great ideas.

“You are wrong , you French fool” Eoin heaved “ I do not blame you only, when I am done with the fascists, when I am done with peeling the skin off their bones, when I am done making them weep for their mothers, when I am done painting their base with red I will turn to you Augustin, and you Stirling for you are not blameless, I will soak myself in your blood like a baby being baptised, I will drown myself in the sea of red and bathe in it. Do you understand me Augustin?” Eoin turned to face him and Stirling who still had that pitiful look on his face. “I will  make the desert a abundant ocean of just YOUR BLOOD!” Eoin slammed his fist down on the chest. 

He hated this feeling, this feeling of rage and anger, he hated it. All he yearned for was to be with Paddy kissing his body and worshipping it, to run his fingers through the older man’s hair and kiss his beard. To trace his spine up and down or hold him on his chest while he reads poetry. To be in love, and safe with his angel. That’s all he wanted , all he needed. Yet, god is a sadist and enjoys seeing Eoin bubble to the brim with hatred was one of his favourite past times. Paddy was called the madman and Eoin would gladly carry on that name for him.

Eoin carried on talking even though he could feel his voice become shaky and uneven “I-if he hadn’t of gone to save you or your group , he would be alive here with me….”

“The Germans” Augustin said cautiously “ are the ones who pulled the trigger,sir.”

He knew that, he had been told by some of the soldiers the fate of  his love, how a German pressed a gun right on his temples and demanded to know where the camp was, where the SAS was where the camp was. Paddy is (was) stubborn like a bull so he didn’t say it and… and… the German fascist pulled the trigger.

Paddy couldn’t even have the dignity of dying fighting.

“But it was you who led him there.” Eoin retorted back, he had no time to be arguing with fools. Looking over to his left he saw something sticking out of Paddy’s pillow, he stood up to investigate raising suspicion from Augustin and Stirling.

“Mcgonigal what are you doing?”

Eoin didn’t know who said that , he only knew it was annoying him like how the buzz of a fly in a quite room drives a person mad, mhm yes, they were all flies to Eoin. Useless with no purpose, the reason Eoin was here was gone and so therefore was his respect to them all, they were flies. Shit beneath his feet. He lifted the pillows corner and there under it was a knife, he recalled where Paddy had gotten that knife, after a raid he had been eyeing it up on a fascists dead corps, it had the engraving of a eagle in its hilt and on the blade itself there were beautiful patterns. It was Paddy’s favourite find from a raid , he would always carry it with him , attaching it to one of his belt loops and making his own personalised sheath for it. The dagger was holy to Eoin, it was something of Paddy’s, he carefully took it out from under the pillow. There was no doubt that the other two figures in the room had seen it, high on alert. Eoin bought the blade up to his chapped and dry lips and kissed it, tenderly and with so much love and affection. It was like he and Paddy were once again kissing. Hands intertwined with one another , hiding behind the sand dunes. Paddy pushing himself on to Eoins chest and leaning in to his lips and then afterwards peppering the man’s chest with little love bites. 

“Mcgongical.” Jesus, did Stirling not know when to shut his mouth? “Put it down.” He commanded Eoin to do so, expected him to do so. A entitled fool Stirling was.

The atmosphere in the tent was tense , not even a knife could cut it , maybe a chainsaw but who knows. Eoin bought the knife down to his side and slowly turned to face the others, it was like he was possessed his movement unnatural, animalistic. He didn’t even feel his tears that had been running out from his eyes, leaving multiple streaks on his cheeks and dampening his long and brown eyelashes. Paddy always loved his eyelashes and eyes, called it the window to the soul.

“Sir,” Augustin said with caution as he ever so slightly started to move back “he wouldn’t want to see you like this, he wouldn’t want this fate to befall you.”

“I.don’t.care.” Eoin responded mutely , gripping the hilt of the dagger so much saw his knuckles were becoming white. Eoin knew that this wasn’t the way but it was the only way, all that anger and frustration that had been festering in his hate had finally over-boiled, no  one knew Paddy like he did , all they saw him for was the madman, the fool, the violent dog. Not the real Paddy, not the man who wanted to be a poet, not the man who would calm Eoin to sleep and not the man who could talk for hours about his family and the love he shared for them. No, if they thought Paddy was a violent dog, what would they think Eoin was?

Eoin lunged at Augustin with the dagger , with the sole intention of drawing blood from the French man. It was a absolute circus, Stirling tried to restrain Eoin but the younger was taller and lankier than the Brit and could easily weave himself out of the hold, Augustin had taken to trying to run out of the tent only for Eoin to pounce on him and wrestle him to the sand,dagger in hand. He could smell the fear coming from Augustin , he could see it in his eyes. Then.

He slashed Augustins chest with Paddy’s knife. It was a long gash, but nothing too life threatening , but not insufficient that the victim would need feel pain. Eoin liked that, liked how the French fool withered under him , tried his best to be free of Eoins grasp, tried to reason with Eoin. Pathetic site. Eoin didn’t notice how Stirling had run over to the scene and hoisted Eoins body off their comrade and thrown him on to the sand, hard. 

“EOIN WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Eoin stared at the scene, at what he had done.

“DO YOU HEAR ME MCGONIGAL?! DO YOU?!”

Eoin looked at Paddy’s blade, blood was running down to the sharp metal tip of the dagger , Eoin would have to clean it. He knew Paddy hated his stuff getting dirty. He stood up and went to go to his tent. Yes, sand was in his hair but that’s okay, Paddy could just clean it out later for him.

“EOIN WHERE THE FUCK DO YA THINK YA GOIN HELP ME TAKE HIM TO THE MEDIC.” 

Eoin couldn’t hear Stirling or Augustins cries. He was in his own delusional world , walking up to his tent like everything was okay. Sitting himself on their shared bed and wiping off all the tainted blood on Paddy’s blade with a piece of cloth he had found somewhere , he couldn’t quite recall where though. He cleaned it religiously as if he was one of Jesus disciples washing Jesus feet. An act of servitude. Eoin thought how happy Paddy will (would) be when he discovers that his blade is being taken care of. Eoin couldn’t wait to see Paddy again, even though his chest was heaving and being racked with sobs, even though he felt the sting in his eyes and his vision become glossed over by the tears , he still smiled and sat on his and Paddy’s bed. Waiting for Paddy to burst through the tent at any moment, face caked in sand and blood and waiting for the older man to throw himself on to Eoin and embrace him , maybe even kiss him if they’re had time. Yes, Eoin mused, he would wait for Paddy for a day. If Paddy doesn’t come back , Eoin will simply join him. He will walk into the desert and the sand dunes with a pistol and nothing more and join Paddy. 

Paddy to Eoin was , and is everything. 

They will be reunited again , no matter what.

[gruesomejack]

Great. Just where he wanted to be. Stuck in a closet with the world's douchebag-iest android. Gritting his teeth, Felix grunted in displeasure, earning him a quick hush from his companion.

Hot, simulated breath brushed against his throat and he couldn't help but shudder. Felix frowned, his face red and warm, his eyes staring hard at the floor rather than the large android leaning against him. He could feel each twitch of hand made muscle under the machine's uniform and it was infuriating. How could something so well built be such a rude piece of garbage.

Misha closed his eyes and listened. The footsteps that had set off his security measures had faded and according to his checks, it was 89% safe to step back out and continue on. Pressing his palm against the closet door, he felt it resist. It would be easy enough for him to force it open, but he found himself hesitant. The soft glow of his gaze shifted, watching Lieutenant O'Shea. A quick scan of his vitals indicated a quickening heartbeat and a subtle flag of arousal. The two of them weren't exactly fond of each other-- In fact he was quite certain it was close to loathing, but the man's human body was clearly not as picky as his brain. The pheromones coming off his skin grew as each second passed and the shifting of his limbs were indicative of growing interest. Misha's lips twitched and slowly, he pulled the hand from the door.

"I believe we're stuck, Lieutenant." He said just loud enough for him to hear.

"What?!" Felix hissed through his teeth and reached to press on the door himself, only to be batted away by the android. "Stop! I'm gonna break through it-"

"Too much noise. You don't want to accidentally alert anyone to our presence."

"It's just a war game, who gives a shit? I want out of here!"

"It's best if we wait for our reinforcements."

Felix scowled like a bratty child. Misha refrained from smiling, but it brought him a strange sense of joy to watch him throw his silent tantrum. Letting out a thoughtful hum, he casually leaned a little more against the man until they where chest to chest. He felt Felix stiffen and turned his face so he could smile that time. "Are you uncomfortable, Lieutenant? I could move."

"Please." Felix grumbled, trying to shift backwards, his back pressing against the wall. "I'm not claustrophobic, but I'm feeling crowded."

Misha moved as promised, but not away from him, instead pressing their bodies flush. Turning his cheek, he nosed against the shell of the man's ear and breathed, the feeling pulling another shiver from Felix. Before he could say a word, he felt the man's hands on his chest, pushing.

"Get off!" He hissed, his face dark red. "You're heavy, you bastard! I said I'm feeling crowded!

Misha scanned his vitals again, noting the skip in his heartbeat and the eager twitch of muscle. Humming lowly, his tongue slipped from between his lips and drew over his skin. Salt. Trace minerals. Pheromones. It was instinct to analyze it, but the action wasn't for that. He wanted to see the man squirm.

And squirm he did. Felix wiggled and tried to slip from under him, his breathing heavy in shock and something more. "Stop it! That's not funny, Misha!" The more he moved, the more the android leaned against him until every little wriggle was offering him a brief jolt of friction. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I've heard the others. They tease you for working with me." Misha cooed, amusement in his voice. "What was their favorite? Robot fucker?" The android laughed and nuzzled into his jaw, his heavy hands sliding down the man's sides until they reached his hips.

Felix scowled again and gave a half-hearted attempt to push him off. "So the robot's gonna torture me too?" If Misha wanted a reaction, he wasn't going to get one. Fuck him. Fuck everyone else too.

"...Do you want me to?" Misha pulled back enough to look at him, searching his gaze. "You could lean into it, Felix." He said, the man's name dripping from his lips like honey. "Make it something you can hold over their head."

Oh! What a piece of shit! If he didn't know hitting him would end up in injury, he'd throw a fist right at that stupid sharp jaw. Felix wrinkled his nose and leaned away, rosy checked and frustrated. "Don't. I don't need you teasing me too." He said, "Back off."

Taking him by the chin, Misha turned him back so they were looking at each other again. Dragging a thumb over his bottom lip, another smile pulled across his face when it automatically fell open. "You're saying that, but do you mean it?" He asked, "...Your orders, Lieutenant?"

Swallowing, Felix stared, stern.

------

"Shit." The word was drawn out in a half moan half whisper. His hips were moving on their own, grinding down against the palm that was stroking him. His hands were hooked around the android's neck, holding him closer as he panted down his back. "I hate you. I hate you-"

Misha grinned against his neck and parted his lips to bite the tender skin there, earning himself another pretty sound from the officer he had pinned. If they were anywhere else, he'd have him spun around with his hips buried between his cheeks, but for now this was good enough. "Your vitals.." He purred, "Your heart is racing. Your muscles are starting to stiffen."

Felix grit his teeth and swallowed down a groan. What a pretentious way to say he could tell he was close to cumming. "Mess-- Misha- There's gonna be a mess. C-Can't fuck up the uniform-" He whined, rocking his hips down and trembling. "M-" Before he could complain again, a searching kiss was stolen from his lips. Bastard! That wasn't part of this!

Misha pulled back a little and licked at the corner of his mouth, easing himself down to his knees. Dropping his mouth, he pulled his hand off Felix and replaced it with warm lips. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking and bobbing down to the base, his tongue running over the vein underneath. Salt. Minerals. His skin was heavy in pheromones here and it made him wish he could smell it. Opening the base of his throat, he took him as far as he could and swallowed.

Felix hissed, one hand gripping the hair on Misha's head while the other clamped over his mouth. Shivering hard, he bucked his hips and whined, spilling himself down the android's throat. "Misha!" He groaned, muffled by his palm. "M- Oh, fuck-"

Salt. Minerals. Enzymes. Amino acids. Potassium. Zinc-- Broken down to pieces, it was nothing. But all together it was all Felix and all human. The sample would be incinerated internally; there was no use in holding onto DNA that they already had access to. The memory of it, however, would be kept as long as he possibly could. Pulling back, he let out a slow breath and glanced up at the man, the glow of his eyes growing as his vision focused.

Felix was already looking, scowling again and red. "Who taught you that?!" He whispered, "Not me, that's for sure!"

"I have good ears. The other officers are lewd and uncaring." He mused, leaning forward to rest his chin on his thigh. "Was it decent?"

Shifting his gaze away, he huffed. "...It was pretty good."

Misha smiled and pressed his palm against the closet door, jostling it open with ease.

Felix jumped, quickly shoving himself back in his pants and reddening further as he zipped back up. "The whole time?!"

"Yes sir."

Scrunching his face, he shoved his way out and slammed the door closed again after him. "Bastard."

[tejvirani]

Darcy could not be serious. A laugh hissed between his teeth. "Stop fucking with me." He shook his head. "Gonna have to explain how this place isn't the simulation."

His head wobbled, small enough it might not be recognized. "When we get out of here, remind me to tell you what happened on the beach." No if we get out. Terribly hopeful, and how dare anyone accuse him of being Mr. Doom and Gloom. "First day I was here, with Selin." Perhaps a conversation when they weren't who knew how many feet underground. With a yowling horror chasing them through the dark.

"I haven't asked anyone else what they go through when the powers kick in. Powers? Not sure what to call it." Or talked to anyone in depth about it. (Or talked to anyone at all, not exactly) "Thought the way I felt, the fever. Thought it was connected to the light."

I'm just a waitress. Or was. Tej felt similarly past tense. And in a tug of war with the desire to go back and knowing full well nothing was left to return to. Darcy rolled more ideas around outloud, and his brows lifted in response. "Yeah. Why not. The island found a way to attach to something in us. Grow something, change us." And the cameras rolled. "Sometimes, I think maybe we're in a conceptual art piece." A faint smile as he half-joked. "Endurance art, I suppose. Huh, wish I'd thought of it."

The 'cameras' inside the caves were the heads of robotic hornets, one which attacked Tej swift and vicious. Later, he would ask himself how to catch the playback. Certainly the strike and sting was recorded. Just like... Qwan.

Once out of harm's way, he reached to keep pressure on the sweater held at one of the puncture wounds. Tej tried not to think how quickly it soaked through. "Yeah, the fucker jabbed me with a leg too."

His head felt like a cork as it bobbed along a wave. (A memory, the tiny pink shoe pushed to a beach on the tide.) Saliva pooled in his mouth, nausea crept into the back of his throat. Darcy's expression, her sigh, her... unexpected threat of murder... shit. (Was the curse over? Had it ended where it began?)

"I almost lost a bag, it was important." How did he feel? "Oh I feel fantastic. Ready to hit the club for sure." A hand wiped hair away from a brow that grew damp, clammy. "Give me just a sec. And we'll get outta here." No clue how. Not entirely coherent and yet as far as he could hear, the hornets had truly flown back into the depths of the cave.

Tej began to gather the strength to get to his feet. Slow moving, he used a rock wall to rest against, hand still clutched the now red sweater at his side. A shallow breath and loopy smile curved a usually flat line of a mouth. "What do they say to get blood out..." Of clothing, was what he meant to say. But he trailed off with a pained, shallow breath. "White vinegar, club soda?"

The admission she'd been stung brought a renewed alertness. "You... Yeah." Quiet for a few long moments, and then his gaze met hers again. "I saw Qwan." Last moments. The vision began to play out again. "He was crawling through the mud. Looked like one of the caves." Made sense, as they'd just seen the smaller drones.

"He didn't make it either. This bigger hornet got him. It had, like. Not just one screen for a head. Must've had, I don't know. Dozens. Dozens upon dozens. Nothing like the ones we just saw. This what happened to Jim, I'm guessing. Same thing." If Darcy had a similar experience with a sting... "Let's get the fuck out of here. Don't need to tempt them again." Or run into the bigger one.

"I guess it could be like a video game, yeah. Kind of like VR but more real, more advanced," Darcy gave a small shrug, curious how Tej would take the topic. "Everything before we woke up on the cruise ship was in one. There is just no way anything else would make sense." Others didn't agree, but she didn't need others to know. She knew it for sure and she also had Alex's confirmation too.

"Ha ha, very funny," she gave him a look, but really, it was fair. "It's really interesting, though. Just how differently some of these powers manifest. I wonder if these reactions have anything to do with the powers themselves, or maybe the people who have them."

Darcy let out a small chuckle. "No, definitely not a writer of any kind." Artists did run in the family, but-- but no, that didn't really matter cause that was in the simulation and it was a whole different situation and it didn't matter. "I'm just a waitress. Or was, I guess. Not much more." Kind of. "And the second, the beckoning is more of a feeling than anything else. No actual voice is speaking in my head or anything."

The idea that there was something in them was interesting, Darcy tilted her head, pondered it for a few moments. "Almost like the powers chosing us based on whatever we have in us? Maybe we were even chosen to be here because of something special like this?" That could certainly be a possibility, or at least some kind of factor.

None of it really mattered, though. Not when the hornets were attacking Tej right when he was climbing up the side of the wall. Those fuckers truly had a great, amazing, mind-boggling timing. Just what either of them needed.

All of it went down so fast, if Darcy was being honest, she couldn't even fully comprehend the choices she made during it, she just wanted to get Tej away from them and keep the robot monstrosities away from him. Who cared if she lost a bag, right? As long as they got out of things okay.

So when she got him up next to herself onto the ledge and made sure that the hornets weren't hanging around to cause even more damage (really, was it just their goal to sting and then get away in the most traumatic way possible? fuck them all).

"Yeah, they're gone, they're-- fuck, they really got you." He was bleeding on his side, so she quickly got the sweater she was wearing off of herself, clumped the textile up and pressed it against his side for now, trying not to focus on the blood that started to pool under him.

This was not like the last time. This was not like the last time. This was absolutely not like the last time.

"If you are going to chastize me, I really do not want to hear about it, Tej. Of course I stayed and--" But he simply said thank you and Darcy let out a high-strung sigh, only realizing now that her hands were shaking as she held the sweater against his side. "Yeah, it's nothing. You just stop bleeding and we get back and it's all going to be fine. Otherwise I'm bringing you back just to kill you myself in the most painful way possible, and really, you absolutely do not want any of it. I might not be an artist, but I can be creative in that regard." She wasn't sure if she wanted to lighten the mood for his sake or her own more, but if anyone asked, it was absolutely his.

"I don't care about the bag, Tej," she said, but she leaned over the ledge again. She couldn't see the bag but she also couldn't see any hornets that decided to come back, so she took that as a win. "How are you feeling? Aside from the side bleeding situation, of course."

She sat back onto her heels, taking the rest of him in. "Have you seen anything? After the sting?" She thought of her own experience, the way she could feel Jim's fear and terror but last moments of determination too, as he tried to help Beema. "I got stung by one of them, too - by one of the bungalows. And I saw Jim's last moments in it."

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

I'm afraid to ask this but what the fuck is Marty?

*slams hands on table* Marty, dear Anon, is a menace of a robot that was designed as a kind of "helper" to patrol a grocery store and alert the workers to messes so they get picked up so no one falls and sues the company. But it is USELESS and yells at reflections of light off the ground. Or it would call me a hazard while I was just trying to load lemons, and I'd have to stop to press a button to stop him from yelling about hazards. And thats not even getting into how he's SLOW and if I was trying to get one last load of produce on the floor with 10 minutes left in my shift and I got stuck with him blocking my path, it made me want to commit violence. Also it does not help that they stuck these huge googly eyes on this fucker

[starlightxsvt]

Fated

Pairing: Seungcheol x female reader

Genre: mafia/gang au, exes to lovers, action, slight smut

Warnings: cursing, fighting and stuff

A/N: Happy Seungcheol Day everyone! This is for our birthday boy~ I tried to keep it short but it got outta hand so whoops, strap in for the ride. Also, I'll really appreciate it if you took a minute to let me know what you thought about this cuz this took me a looot of time to write and my eyes and hands hurt really bad. Anyway enjoy!

Never in a hundred years did you expect to meet Seungcheol in the club your cousin had invited you all to. She had just returned from abroad and her wedding was taking place the next week hence it was a long awaited get together. Of course she had arranged it in one of the finest clubs in the city, the one you always wanted to visit but your regular plain desk job couldn't really afford.

You first took notice of Seungcheol when you were on your way back from the restroom, him sitting in the back, more secluded area of the club with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes met yours and they went wide like saucers, a look of displease crossing his face, a rather exaggerated expression - you thought. Sure, you two were exes and went through a salty breakup but his expression was rude and brought back unwanted, sad memories. You contemplated on talking to him but he saved you from that. Standing up in a flash, he walked over to you and hissed, "What are you doing here?" His tone made your blood boil and your initial thoughts of being polite to him went down the drain, "Gee, Mr. Choi, I know I'm not someone your worthy but this is a public place and you don't own it!" You snapped at him. His eyes turned dark as he clenched his teeth and spoke, "For fucks sake, what the fuck are you doing here?" His eyes raked over your body covered in a snug deep wine colored dress.

"I'm here for shopping. Why the fuck would I be here Seungcheol?" You spat, clearly annoyed by his behaviour. Seungcheol let out a frustrated sigh, hands combing through his hair as he muttered curses under his breath.

"Listen, you shouldn't be here, Y/n", he spoke trying to calm down and held your arms. "Woah there, Choi, get your hands off me. Who are you to tell me where I should or should not be?"

Seungcheol looked like he could punch someone as he clenched his jaw tight and gave you a look that made your knees weak, "I'm not fucking around, Y/n, you should not be here."

"What the hell Seungcheol? What is your problem? I'm here to attend my cousin's party. And for the record, we're not together anymore so stop interfering in my life."

Seungcheol opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by one of the suited men behind him who murmured something in his ear that only seemed to infuriate him. He turned towards you, "You- fuck, you should not be here. A deal is gonna go down here."

It took you a couple seconds to put two and two together and a sudden wave of agitation passed through you. You whispered, "You're kidding, right?"

Seungcheol was no ordinary man. He was tenacious and confident- too confident for someone who regularly killed people and ran his underworld business. You figured it out during the time you two were together and you didn't try to dig further for your own good.

"You have no idea what-" Seungcheol was interrupted when one of your cousins appeared out of the blue, "Hey Y/n! Where have you-" her voice trailed off when she saw you with Seungcheol and a smirk appeared on her face, "Oops, sorry, I'll leave you two to it." And as quickly as her came, she left, leaving a panicked you and an outraged Seungcheol. "Can you please explain what's going on?" You whispered to Seungcheol in hope of some enlightenment.

"They got Chan, okay? These mother fucking group of traffickers got Chan and asked for a ransom. They're now here for the money."

Oh no. Your heart sank at the mention of Chan's kidnapping, Seungcheol's younger brother. He was always a pleasure to spend time with when Seungcheol left for business for a long time. "That's bad," is all you could mumble as your mushed brain tried to decipher the situation. "Are you gonna give them the money?" Seungcheol scoffed, "Of course not. Those fuckers are long due for jail. Once I get Chan we're gonna blow out their brains."

You gulped. " It's too late to leave for us right?"

"Yes," Seungcheol replied, his lips forming a thin line. He looked past you, probably towards the entry of the bar and quickly shoved you away, "Go to your friends and stay put. When the firing starts hide behind the counter. Only try leave if there's no firing. Otherwise stay put, you hear me?" You nodded your head robotically, mind racing a mile a minute as you walked back to your cousins, trying to appear calm. Every nerve on your body was alert and goosebumps rose on your skin as you watched a man in a flashy white suit walk up to Seungcheol and his guards, followed by a disheveled looking Chan. You felt bad for him, seeing his normally lit face etched with exhaustion. You ignored the comments your cousins made about you and Seungcheol, waiting for things to start. You carefully looked over to the entrance of the bar and sure enough two tall men stood over there. You really had no way out.

And as expected, all of a sudden, loud gunfires echoed through the room followed by people screaming as you and your cousins quickly took shelter behind the bar counter.

"Oh my god what the fuck is happening?"

"Y/n what the hell is your ex doing?"

"You never told us he's a gangster or shit."

You ignored your cousins rather untimely interrogations thinking of a way out. The bar was a mess, broken glass pieces everywhere, the people who came to enjoy all crouched down covering their heads. You heard continuous gunfires, people groaning and bodies slumping on the floor which only made your cousins voice their panic more.

"Shit we're gonna die."

"My wedding is next week, fuck."

Your eyes peered over to the entrance which was now not occupied by any threating looking men as they were busy fighting. You all could've gotten out if it weren't for the continuous firings.

You and your cousins held your breath for a few moments until a particularly loud firing was heard followed by the sound of breaking glass. You spied from behind the counter to see Seungcheol dropping down on the floor with a groan and Chan's scream of his brother's name.

Shit. Seungcheol was shot.

Chan seemed furious, no more exhaustion on his face as he lunged for the man in the flashy white suit and hitting him square in the jaw.

"Guys, now's the chance, get out of here. Go, go."

"What the fuck Y/n? Don't tell me you're gonna stay here."

"We're not leaving you to die in the middle of a crossfire."

"No, guys, I'll be fine. Seungcheol's shot."

"What? I thought you guys weren't a thing anymore-"

"Please, get your asses outta here if you don't wanna die."

Despite their will you pushed your cousins towards the exit with a promise of calling them as soon as you could, while they called you names to point out your less than smart decision and of course your never leaving feelings for Seungcheol. As soon as they were out the door, you rushed over to Seungcheol who sat against the wall, jaw clenched as he held onto his shoulder.

"Y/n what the fuck? Get out of here- why the fuck- ugh, dammit."

"You're shot Seungcheol, maybe stop talking" You applied pressure to his bloody shoulder while Chan who sat atop of the man in the flashy white suit and twisted both his hands back and gave you an incredulous look, "Y/n? Wha- uhm, I thought- you two broke up...?"

"Uh...it's a.... coincidence, I guess. I think we need to get your brother to a doctor, you know" You murmured.

"Yea right," Chan agreed and handed his hostage over to Seungcheol's guard not before punching him in the lower stomach. "I'd kill you but that'd be a mercy. You deserve to suffer, you son of a bitch."

He helped Seungcheol to stand up with you as you both gently took him out of the club and into his limousine, all the while Seungcheol saying that he was alright.

The car ride to his place was quick but silent, except Chan who sat beside the driver once spoke to let you know that it was good to see you. Seungcheol rested his head on your shoulder as he let out uneven breathes and you applied pressure to his wound.

"I guess you... really... can't escape...fate, huh?" He whispered and you frowned at him. "What do you mean?" You asked him but he only replied with a chuckle, his body getting heavier against yours. Your heart ached for the man. You were never over him, you knew that deep down. Hell, your cat even knew that.

Seeing Seungcheol's large mansion again brought back sad memories but you couldn't really focus on them. His servants rushed Seungcheol into the small infirmary of the house where a doctor was waiting.

You stayed outside, anxiously tapping your foot against the marbled floor while quickly typing a message to your cousin letting her know you were okay before putting your phone on mute.

The family doctor appeared with good news, saying his wound wasn't that bad and only a few stitches had it covered. While Seungcheol was transferred to his bedroom, Chan called you to the large dining hall to offer you a glass of water.

"Are you gonna stay the night? Should I set up a room for you?"

"Uh, um, no maybe I'll stay by Seungcheol's side," you replied, avoiding eye contact.

"Sure," was all he said as a smirk took over his lips. We're you really that obvious?

It was past 12 when you decided to peek into Seungcheol's room, after you stole a pair of night suit from his closet which was uncomfortably large for you. You sat by his bed, taking in the way he looked while sleeping. His injured shoulder was casted in a sling and his hand rested over his naked chest. Small scratches were painted over his chiseled face and you lightly stroked them. You relished the bittersweet memories you had with him in this room, from all the romantic nights to the fights. Before you knew, you were asleep.

You woke up to Seungcheol's hand softly stroking your cheek. Your eyes met his and warmth spread on your cheeks. You looked at the clock. It was almost four.

"How do you feel?" You croaked, sitting up from the stool by his bed.

"I'm good." Seungcheol was a strong man. You knew his body had gone through a lot and judging by how he looked, you took his word for it.

"You stayed," he whispered. His face was illuminated by the moonlight coming from the open balcony doors, the face of an angel. You only nodded, transfixed by his beauty, hoping he couldn't see your embarrassed face. "What did you mean by that? The thing you said in the car," you spoke and Seungcheol carefully sat up. He sighed and leaned against the headboard before meeting your eyes. He looked...pained. "I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I never broke up with you because you weren't enough. You were more than anything I ever wanted. I broke up with you because...I was...scared." He swallowed. "Things were not really going according to my plan back then and...this mother fucking gang was threating to harm you. I... couldn't let that happen, Y/n, so...I broke up with you."

You stare at him, incredulous. "You...you have some serious issues, Choi Seungcheol." You whispered. Seungcheol chuckled softly, " You- you mean the world to me. I was so scared something would happen to you if you stayed with me. I know I made an awful decision and I said awful things to you-"

"No shit, Seungcheol, your words weren't exactly the most helpful for my already insecure self." You spat.

"I know, and I'm so, so sorry." He sighed, his head dropping down, "What happened yesterday only proved that I really can't escape fate."

"So you are saying we are fated to be together?"

"Aren't we? I mean, look at us."

You laughed softly before saying, "I'm still mad at you, you know." Seungcheol smiled at you as he took your hand and planted a soft kiss, "You can take out all your anger on me if that means you're gonna give me another chance."

"I'll...have to think about it," was your reply even though you knew your answer. "That's great. That's more than I deserve." Seungcheol mumbled. "Can I hold you?" He softly asked. You scooted closer to him, careful to avoid his injured shoulder as he passed his other hand around your waist. His faces inches away from you, he spoke, "You are the most beautiful thing that happened to me, Y/n and I'm sorry I let you down like that. I promise you, if you give me another chance I'll make it all up to you. I'll make you the happiest woman alive. Come back to me, baby."

You gulped feeling emotional as you replied, "Okay but you need to get well first you know." Seungcheol's eyes bored into yours, his chocolate orbs getting more intense by the seconds before he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and short before he pulled back to assess your reaction. When you didn't resist, he pulled you in for a messy, hot kiss that left tingles all over your body. Before you knew it, you were in his lap, tugging at his hair as he nipped across your neck and shoulders. There was no way this wasn't gonna end up with you underneath him if you didn't stop him. "Seungcheol...stop it. You're hurt."

"I could have half of my body ripped open and still not resist you baby, you are divine."

"Uhm, that's concerning but okay. Why don't we get some sleep now?" You pulled back from him and a pout took over his face.

"You are seriously not thinking about having sex right now, are you?"

"Why not? It has been so long and I miss you."

"I get it horny boy but no. How about we cuddle now and when you are fully healed you can keep me in your bed all day."

A devilish smirk took over his face that made you squirm, "Is that a promise sweetheart?"

You nodded shyly before gently lying on his uninjured arm and wrapping a hand around his torso. Damn, it felt good.

Seungcheol kissed the top of your head as you snuggled closer. He whispered, "Promise me you'll stay."

"I will," you smiled.

"Unless my cousins find my location and drag me out of here tomorrow."

[bunnyramen]

I just would like to give a big Happy Birthday to @kalofi , shes officially an old woman we shall plan accordingly on which nursing home you have to go to.

All jokes aside, it’s a been good year as your friend and uh. I hope you like this! Happy birthday!!💕💕

——-

A figure rose up out of a bed that wasn’t his own.

Josuke didn’t sleep on a bed covered in a queen bed spread, his was Prince and the under sheet was purple.

“What the hell?” That wasn’t his voice either, it was a bit lighter than his own but still had a sort of gruffness to it.

He looked at his hands and noticed they were smaller than his longer piano fingers, and covered a bit more scars than his own.

Josuke looked around the room with eyes that also weren’t his own, well eye since one seemed to be blind.

There were some Bruce Lee, Prince, Queen, Elton John and Selena posters hung around the room.

And despite the gaudy curtain and muscle clock, whoever this was had some taste.

He pulled the covers off of someone and someones feet touched soft carpet, rising out of someone’s bed.

God, was this what it was like to not be 6 feet tall? Small like Koichi?

He touched at the hair framing his face, some of it white and some of it a bright red.

And he ran a tongue over the teeth in his mouth.

They were razor sharp!

“What the fuck?!” A voice screamed and the wall next to him was punched, telling him to shut up.

He didn’t recognize the voice.

Ok, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

Speaking of attack, was this the work of a stand?

Where was the bastard? He had to neutralize him before he did some serious damage to Morioh!

But he couldn’t go anywhere in pajamas that weren’t his.

He went over to where presumed the clothes were, the dresser that had a boom box and plenty of boxes of tapes next to it.

He opened the first drawer and grabbed a white t-shirt with green accents.

He looked up on the wall and saw a picture on the wall, one of the kids in it was presumably the body he was inhabiting, judging by the hair and teeth.

Next to him was a angry blonde kid, who kind of looked like he got hit in the face with a hot shovel by his standards.

Maybe it was just the really ugly face he was making.

Luckily they were wearing school outfits, so he was able to figure out what he was supposed to normally wear.

A pair of green pants came onto his body next, a belt then a pair of purple socks.

He looked near the small closet in the room, seeing a pair of red Velcro shoes in front of them.

He figured it was time to brush his teeth and wash his face, and see what the hair situation was like,

He saw a large jar of hair gel sitting on the desk next to the bed and he grabbed it.

“Thank god, I didn’t wanna walk around with this hair all day.” His-er the kids inner voice said.

This was going to be weird since not only was his mom not here but there seemed to be more than one person on this floor.

Was he in a apartment or something?

Or some kind of dorm?

While he was thinking, he located the placement of a face towel and pulled a toothbrush from the boxes and boxes of toothbrushes in the kid’s closet.

He opened the door, peeking out into the hallway and seeing an empty get colorful looking ceiling and flooring.

He closed the door behind himself, thankful that he could be on his own while his mind was racing about where the fuck he was and who the fuck he was.

He went down the hall and got to an elevator.

“Must be some rich kid school or something.” He pushed the button for the second to last floor, figuring that was where the bathroom was.

Hopefully.

——

After asking another person than the original 2 he asked (that seemed to wanna chit chat), he finally located the bathroom.

He got in front of a mirror and finally got to see what the hell was he was working with.

He had to admit, the guy he was pretty handsome, at least he wasn’t stuck in someone ugly.

Like that Guy with that surface stand.

Or that little purple dude that he came across that kept chatting up with the girls in a gross way, he socked him one good with some kind of rock hand on his way here.

And it was weird since Crazy Diamond didn’t show up to punch the fucker for him.

Anyways, he did his hair in his usual pompadour, pretty much a second nature that it he got it done in less than 3 minutes.

While he waited for it to dry, he brushed his teeth and washed his face, having to periodically spit out bristles since they kept coming out when he gave these teeth a full cleaning.

He walked out of the bathroom but held the door open for some kid with a lightning bolt in his head since he was coming while he was trying to walk out.

“Woah! Trying a new look, Kirishima?” A pink girl with black eyes asked and he’d almost mistaken her for some kind of alien stand user but he didn’t sense anything from her.

“Uh haha, yeah! I’ll catch you later, Pink girl.” He laughed awkwardly, patting her on the back before he started to walk away.

He seems to be walking through a dining room, judging by the multiple people eating cereal.

God, he really missed his mom right now. He wondered what the other kid was like towards her. He hoped he got switched with someone nice.

“Your hair looks even more shitty than usual.” A low voice said from the end of the table he was walking past.

He looked to see the kid in the picture, hot shovel face.

“The fuck did you say about my hair?” A fire lit in his gut but it was pure hot red anger from himself , instead of the anger from him and his stand combined.

Bakugo took that as him not hearing what he said, so he said it again.

And that really set in stone was this body was about to do to him.

He punch him directly in the face, knocking over the cereal that was balancing in his spoon and ignored the gasps of the bystanders.

He would’ve went back for another but he was being pulled away by this really tall dorky guy.

He admitted to himself that the guy was pretty handsome.

“Eijirou, what has gotten into you?!” He pulled him away further as the blonde stood up with anger written all over his face.

“No one insults the hair of the man that saved me! No fucking one!” He tried pulling away from the nerdy dude but boy was he strong.

The lighting bold guy seemed to have to hold the other dude back from trying to let off some kind of explosion near him.

“Who saves you?” Mina looked confused.

“Look, My name is Josuke and that hot shovel faced asshole insulted the hair of the person that saved my life!”

“Josuke? Wait hold on, you’re saying your not Kirishima Eijirou.”

“No! I got switched with him by some kind of stand user or something! Now let me go so I can pummel him!”

“A stand?” Mina looked at him weirdly.

“Fuck.” He was hoping this “Kirishima” kid wasn’t doing anything weird with his body or messing up anything.

——

“So this is what it’s like to be tall!” Kirishima ran down the stairs of a house he didn’t at all recognize and was greeted by a rather tall purple haired woman when he reached the kitchen he presumed.

Maybe tallness ran in the family.

“Hello, Ma’am.” He waved at her nervously, not sure of who the woman was or who’s body he was in.

The lady picked up a knife, holding it towards Kirishima threateningly, the boy backing away.

“Who are you and where is my baby?” She said darkly, the knife glinting in the light.

“Huh?”

“Josuke never calls me ma’am. And he never comes down those stairs with his hair undone unless it’s a weekend.” The knife was getting dangerously close to his neck.

“I’m sorry but I’m not your son. I’m Kirishima Eijirou, and I’ve switched bodies with him, I think? I don’t what’s going on or who you are.” Either this Josuke kid could sweat a lot, or his sweat glands got transferred to this body.

“Switched? But where’s my baby?” She wasn’t holding the knife to his neck anymore but she still looked prepared to slice and dice him.

“I think he’s in my body. This could be the work of a quirk user or something, I’m not too sure.”

The lady fainted suddenly, the knife coming out of her hand and clattering to her floor.

“Oh fuck!” He was about to approach her to try and see if she was ok but a new figure bursted in, the door being unlocked by an outside force, probably a key.

“Josuke?” The new comer asked, his eyes shiny as he took in the scene in front of him.

“Hey man, it’s not what it looks like! She fainted, and I don’t know what’s going on!” God, was everyone the type to fight first and ask questions later here?

The guy came over in a few strides and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, the motion alerting this really big pink guy that smelled oddly like strawberries.

“Crazy D, you know who this guy is?” The guy was really strong or something since he just shook him like a limp rag doll.

‘Crazy D’ looked at him with a weird glare, and the guy shook his head, shrugging with a confused “Dora.”

“What is that?” He pointed behind the guy, The Hand having been summoned at the mention of Crazy D.

“You’d know that if you were Josuke, and so since I don’t wanna cave my own boyfriends face in without giving whoever you are a chance, you got five seconds.” The guy robot he summoned looked ready to slice him in half too.

Normally, Kirishima would fight back but since he had no idea who he was, where he was, or what he was working with in terms of fighting back, he decided to bitch out just this once.

“I’m Kirishima Eijirou, I go to U.A, Im from Musustafa, I’m 16 years old, and my quirk is Hardening!” He flinched away when he felt that his explanation wasn’t good enough, but the punch didn’t come.

The guy let go of his collar.

“Alright, a stand user trying to actively kill us wouldn’t give himself away like that but I swear to god if you try anything funny, you’ll be having a talk with the hand.” The boy glared at him, making sure that hand thing was on stand by.

While the guy helped Tomoko onto the couch, Kirishima went to the nearest phone and dialed the number in.

There were a couple rings before he heard an energetic ‘Present Mic speaking!”

“Daddi-o!”

“Eijirou?”

“Yes!”

“Thank goodness! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m in this Josuke kid’s house and I have like no idea where I am!”

“You’re in Morioh.” The guy said from the couch, where he was helping Tomoko wake up.

“This guy said I’m in Morioh!”

“My names Okoyasu.”

“I’m with Okoyasu. Luckily, he let me speak before he tried icing me out.”

“At least we’re know you’re safe! The kid in your body, his name is Josuke and he’s actually a pretty nice kid when he stopped trying kill Bakugou. Something about his hair, it’s actually pretty cool, you should see it-”

There was a struggle over the phone and a brief ‘hey!’ Before he recognized his dad’s tired voice being put on the phone.

“We captured the villain. Luckily it wasn’t what this Josuke kid calls a ‘stand user’ otherwise it’d be up to you and you’re not able to control his stand.”

“Thank goodness. Dad, How soon can I get my body back?”

“Well, actually the quirk only lasts for a few hours and it should end right about now. Brace yourself.”

Kirishima dropped the phone from his hand and blacked out, he doesn’t remember hitting the ground.

“Hey, Kirishima!” He felt someone patting his cheek, trying to rouse him from his sleep.

He blinked his eyes, a blurry vision of pink and yellow coming into view.

“If your really Kirishima finish this phrase.” Sero said from above him, he could presume he was probably on the ground right now.

“Precisely.“ Kaminari started, Kirishima’s eyes lighting up.

“Damn, I’m late for school!” He sat up, actually seeing that the arms he was fist pumping were his and the friends he was looking at were his.

“Woah, hold the phone!” He looked up at his forehead and saw something blocking his view. “What is this?” Kirishima grabbed his pocket mirror, because he’s he owned a pocket mirror for just such occasions of keeping his spikes in order.

But it wasn’t spikes.

It was a pompadour.

“Yo Daddi-o, can I borrow your phone?” Kirishima asked Present Mic after his friends helped him off the floor and into a chair.

He called the last number, and it rung for a second before a voice he recognized answered the phone.

“Tomoko speaking?”

“Hello Mrs. Tomoko, I’m the kid your son switched bodies with. Sorry for the uh..trouble.” The redhead coughed.

“No trouble at all, as long as I have my son back in his rightful place and you back in yours. Would you like to talk to him? He says he’d very much like to talk to you.”

Kirishima heard Josuke whine to his mom to stop embarrassing him.

“Hello?”

——-

[marithlizard]

Thoughts on RWBY v8c1, “Divide”

Summary: Much as expected!   Top-notch animation and imagery, terrifying plot, sloppy writing.

(I am just going to have to accept that RWBY no longer cares if details make sense, or are strictly in character, as long as they lead to Something Cool.  Which is frustrating! I’ve never been particularly a fan of most of the big story franchises for precisely that reason  -  I want a canon text that holds up to my obsessively analytic fangirl scrutiny.)

(Yes OKAY I know, they sent a dog through the mail way back in v2 and that should’ve been a clue, but the plot holes didn’t get big enough to actually annoy me until v5-v6. And I still love my favorite characters so I’m going to have to suck it up.  Onward to the episode!)

CINDER BACKSTORY ALERT

Oh, now that's a lovely transition,  present-day Cinder’s nails scratching in time with past-Cinder’s scrubbing of the floor. 

Damn it, Neo, you should not be here. You're not evil enough for  this crowd no matter how many people you may have killed.  And you know it, from that look of fear.  Roman would be yelling at you to run.

Did they - are those the murderwhale's gills?  Turned into landing pads for small airships? And those are teeth. Salem's throne room/bridge is in its mouth. So cool.

Credit? No, you  don't get credit,  Neo. That's not how this works.

Oh,  no. No, Emerald, don't - yeah.  

I love the weird biomagical-Grimm technology Salem uses.  It pulsates.  Of course it pulsates.

"Without you I am nothing".  I still don't think Cinder is delivering that line sincerely, not one bit.  She just knows the situation. 

And Salem just shoos them away with a little wave of her fingers, go away minion-flies.   There are only two players in the entire world as far as she's concerned.  Only two people, really.  Humanity 2.0 doesn't count.

Oscar and Ozpin in a freezing little collection of hovels. Probably still the same quarry or mine they fell into.   Oh YAY reunion approximately 1000% sooner than anyone was predicting!  But...Oscar doesn't actually look relieved to see Ruby.

Yeah, he hasn't told them about Oz being back.  

So they've joined forces with the Huntresses, excellent. And May Marigold on top of things as dispatcher!

AWWWW Nora didn't bowl him over.  Hopefully it's not just that she has no exuberance in her, and she has actually picked up the clear signals that he doesn't like it.

Wanting to talk it out with Ozpin first is a good reason. Not done talking? You haven't even started.  But...it's going to make the others mad all over again, and this time they'll be mad at you, Oscar.  

Ozpin has had only two lines so far, but there's a different quality to his voice now.  I think they changed up the sound effect but it's more than that.  Oz used to always sound at least a bit smug and very self-assured.  Every trace of that is just...gone.  And Oscar himself is sounding very Oz-like, with the “every choice I’ve made has been the wrong one” angst.   I’m starting to really worry we will lose Ozpin this volume. :( 

Qrow and Robyn's arrest hasn't been publicized.  But their pictures are gone from the wanted mug shots.  Arrested or dead seem obvious conclusions - I guess they're too afraid of the second to make any guesses.

Ironwood's rationale last season for stopping the Mantle evacuations was that they were going to raise Atlas so there wasn't time.  But that no longer applies, Atlas can't be raised without Penny.   So he's just decided their lives aren't worth spending resources on.  Which makes me wonder what's happened to the Mantle residents who have already been evacuated.   Being warehoused somewhere in poor conditions with no one having a clue what to do with them?  We probably won't find out. It's not the kind of detail RWBY is good at following up on, unfortunately.

Huh.  I see the logic of the crater being warm and centralized...but when Salem attacks Atlas they're going to be directly underneath.  

Ouch, that photograph and broken luggage are effective. I may have complaints about the writing but RWBY's storyboarders and animators do a stellar job.

Speaking of which, apparently we really ARE handwaving physics and major  engineering projects so that Amity can be launched with Pietro's knowhow and a  roll of duct tape.  The only requirement is to push the equivalent of the big green button on a computer.  

AND Ruby wants to go ahead with telling the world about Salem?  Despite it having been acknowledged last volume that there would be global chaos and Grimm invasions?  Ironwood's plan to "lend forces"  after the fact was hopelessly inadequate and would have killed millions.  Now there's no plan for  aid at all.  

ARGH - hm.  Well.  I guess I do see Ruby's point about feeling obligated to warn everyone Salem's army is on the move.  But what defense can anyone else in the world mount?  Atlas is the only place with a real army anyway.   And the Beacon footage already triggered waves of despair and Grimm, I don't think Lionheart was lying about that.   Ruby's plan just means people will die sooner.   I'm with Yang, they should help Mantle and concentrate on fighting  Salem here and now.

...wait,is Yang rebelling?  Just like that?  Is it v6c2 all over again with even less buildup?  Ooh, no, because  Ruby's not alone. It's a genuine party split.

Oh god, someone explain to Penny that she must stay out of Salem's clutches at all costs.  That's a frightening level of naivete.  In fact, they should be getting Penny the fuck out of Atlas and as far away as possible.

RNBWP and YJOR,  Rainbow-P and, er,  hm, the fandom will doubtless come up with a better name than "Orgy".  An interesting breakdown.  I'm just glad they were able to do it peacefully. (Although Nora sounds salty in the extreme and Ren looks betrayed.)

I'm just going to assume Pietro disabled the tracking on their scrolls, and that James can't find them using this phone call.

Oh, Ironwood.   That is...not remotely convincing.  But you think of her as a little kid still, one who was always eager to please before.

He's got a valid point from  his chess-game perspective, it's true.  If Salem gets all four relics, Remnant really is doomed.  (He doesn't know about the summoning-gods clause, but even without that she could reshape the planet).  But raising Atlas to keep it safe while she rains down destruction on the rest of the world is not a viable plan either morally or strategically.  

Annd we cut to the Ace Ops without hearing Ruby's answer. Ace Ops looking variously depressed, impassive, and pissed off.

..er.  Clover IS dead, right?  Must be, or he'd be covered in IVs and monitors, but that we're standing in a medical facility next to Winter getting treatment makes it seem  ambiguous. That's pretty cruel to the FairGame shippers, c'mon, they've suffered enough.

I wish I hadn't learned about the robot arm, because it would've been a nicely shocking reveal.  It's not Pietro's  work, James.  Pietro left you and you'll be reminded of that every time you clench your inferiorly-made fingers.

Oof, Winter is tied to Ironwood by his sincere gratitude, as well as duty and loyalty.  That bond is going to be tested further.

Okay the Councilors are acting like idiots. Martial law is a terrible idea 99% of the time. But when you have an massive Grimm army, a flying murderwhale and the queen of evil on your doorstep might be a reasonable time to contemplate the 1%.    

did you - did you just kill a councillor

please tell me that was a warning shot

Harriet and Winter both have "my boss is going round the twist fast, oh shit" looks on their faces.  And they exchanged a glance there.

And we end with the scene from the trailer of Salem ordering a flying monkey-bloodhound to fetch Oscar.  She's talking to the lamp - I wonder if Jinn can hear?  Probably not, it was definitely implied she was waking up from sleep in v6c2.

New opening!  I've already commented on the dramatic title card of the others "turning their backs" on Ruby.   Ooh,  Clover's shadow is going to hang long over this season, apparently!  And - whoa,  THAT'S an unexpected juxtaposition of characters.

Are they going to team up? Is Harriet going to break Qrow out of prison,  yell at him to stop being a lump and avenge Clover?   Definite teamup for him and Robyn, unsurprising but good.  (I don't think romance is in the cards for Qrow this volume, it'll be wall-to-wall doom, but for the record anyone who can give this man a happy ending is okay by me.)

It's just not looking good for Oscar and Oz at all.  :(    

Whitley and Willow in the credits!   Yes please, they both have so much potential to grow out of Jacques' shadow.

Watts, you smug little fucker.   Smug tall fucker. You know what I mean. Oh no - he’s going to hijack Ruby’s broadcast from Amity.  It’ll be like Beacon but worse. That’s such a horrible idea that it is now my official prediction. 

Interesting use of mirrors here.

That little glance between Yang and Ruby suggests they won't truly come to enmity, thank goodness.  

I wonder if there's something significant in the relative positioning of Emerald and Mercury.  Is he going to rise higher in Salem's ranks while she and Neo are reluctant, and possibly team up to escape? 

"Some lives will end much too soon,some evil will never ever die"  YES THANK YOU CASEY AND JEFF WE GET IT

Oh MY.  RWBY falling into deep water just like Cinder, with golden sparkles that sure do make it seem a lot like the buried GoL pool of creation. The staff floating above out of reach.  Is this hinting at an unwelcome transformation of some  kind?  

Scribbly outlines of weapons and Grimm and Penny, her colors changing.  "HAPPY EVER AFTER" being crossed out and replaced by "HAPPY NEVER AGAIN".  

hello yes I'm scared for the entire team, you can stop any time now.

[catradoraism]

Okay spoiler alert for those who are currently watching person of interest. But what were your thoughts when the machine took Root's voice as its own? Cause I thought it was sweet and a way for the machine to kind of make it so Shaw didn't feel so alone anymore but also as a way that the machine used to cope with the loss of Root who was arguably the only person it actually connected the most with. (I say that because she seemed to talk to it more than Harold did)

i have no thoughts about that other than painnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. the show is an angst fest. i couldn’t get past c***rs death and then that happened w root? . Pain. i could barely watch the show past s3 but yeah it is kinda sweet in like a bittersweet rip ur heart out kind of way. we canonically got the line “you were my safe place” and then they took that away from shaw. pAin. just so much crying. every character on that show deserved to be happy. also root was definitely a robot fucker. the way she “connected” w the machine? she always talked about it like it was a lover. look at the way she talked about the machine w harold. it was like “i’m the mistress” not “i’m the new person talking to a program.” so yeah the machine definitely did that to cope w her gf being gone

[irisvseyelash]

Okay so get this

Terminator AU where Genos is T800 that's been rewired by Kuseno and is guided by Saitama to protect Badd and Zenko cause they're the Duo Leaders of the Human Race in the future.

Metal Knight is the one trying to kill them off and Drive Knight is an ally who was sent later in the duration of their survival that was programmed to protect them too. But he's so fucking annoying that everyone just wants to yeet him off a bridge because “Metal Knight this Metal Knight that”.

Had a HC where G5 was created by MK so haha he's the little companion found often with him in this AU. Genos absolutely despises that little shit. Causes trouble and is always, ALWAYS tracking down the siblings, so everyone’s just on high alert for a tiny annoying little robot.

Saitama's one of the many that was closest to the nuclear blast but somehow survived and gained some weird powers (read: his canon powers) and Genos is always found stuck to his hip after he was reprogrammed in the future before he was sent back in time and was totally convinced that he’s his older brother until Kuseno said that NO he’s not his brother wtf 😂 Zombieman, however, is just some random scraggler who was Badd and Zenko’s neighbour and the neighbourhood’s terrifying but friendly man that often plays with the kids when he has nothing to do. Favourite kid was the one that always has a lollipop and carries a bag around. Died in the blast though, and now he’s just out there seeking revenge against the “robo-fuckers” for killing his kids. Zombieman just. Doesn’t die from the blast. That’s it. Cause he’s Zombieman.

Well, you see, this is where weird things happen. A few minutes after Saitama's and Genos' arrival, Garou arrives at a totally different location and took a while to meet both Badd and Zenko. Was found beating the crap out of Genos before being stopped by Saitama and DK, who already had a sword pointed at his jugular.

Got real close with the siblings before everyone finds out that he was their right hand man and was a thing with Badd in the future, but died before Genos was rebooted, and Saitama thought everyone knew and could care less and didn’t tell them shit.

Lmao all these characters dying though,,, makes me sad ngl. :’)

[thanksjro]

Eugenesis, Part Five Scene Two: Roberts, Put The Robots Down And Back Away Slowly

In the Quintesson Fortress, in a dark, dirty storage room, Quantax is wishing he had a proper prison cell to work with. I find the idea that the Quintessons didn’t have a single place to put prisoners a little far-fetched, but maybe they’re still under construction.

Quantax is well aware of Roberts’ penchant for stuffing robots in the vents.

He’s about to do a little questioning- just him, his captives, and a couple of heavily armed guards in case anyone gets mouthy.

The boys! The lovely idiots are alive! Oh god, Roberts is going to hurt them terribly, isn’t he?

Oh, so he does have a mouth. Neat.

Our two friends here have been handled pretty roughly in an attempt to get the location of the leftover Autobots. Rev-Tone might have some internal bleeding going on. Neither of them have said anything, and Quantax is done with playing around, so he ups the ante.

It’s time to play Russian Roulette.

Quantax has a gun, loaded with a single charge. Every time his question goes unanswered, he squeezes the trigger, bouncing between Quark and Rev-Tone. This scene is tense as hell- Quark is begging for Rev-Tone to be spared, and Rev-Tone, for once in his life, isn’t saying anything.

This is not okay.

This is NOT OKAY.

This book is a

ᖴᑌᑕKIᑎG ᑎIGᕼTᗰᗩᖇE.

Quantax, not wanting to listen to the screams involved with the massive amounts of pain he’s just put this robot through, blasts Rev-Tone in the torso until he’s little more than a grease spot. Looks like they’re going to need another Autobot to question.

This section hurts to read. It’s miserable. It’s brutal. It’s hopeless. It’s arguably worse than Chromedome having to shoot Rewind after the Overlord attack in MTMTE, simply because there’s not going to be any reprieve from the pain. Nobody’s making a home movie about how you should keep going in this. Nobody’s being told that they’re loved. We’re reaching Grindcore levels of depressing here. How fitting that that also included a Quark. Wonder if that was done on purpose. Maybe someone being named Quark is just Roberts’ roundabout way of subtly telling those in the know that awful things are about to happen.

Moving on.

Over at the Institute, the Autobots and Decepticons are getting along like oil and water. Still, no fights just yet. Perceptor and Soundwave are hashing it out, trying to get all their combined data straight.  

Pounce was in the Liars, A-to-D comic, if you’ll recall. He was the guy operating the Galvatron puppet. Weird to think that he’s going to be plot-relevant. And he is going to be plot-relevant; he’s been established in the comic, and name-dropped here. Hope he fares a little better than the other guys who were in the prequel.

Soundwave asks where Prowl is. See, Red Alert, I told you keeping secrets wasn’t going to work! Perceptor is honest, like a good boy, and says that he’s pretty much dead. Soundwave returns the favor, admitting that Prowl is the one who released him from his cell. Perceptor already knew that, because he’s in charge of all the braincells in the Autobot population, apparently.

The two reach the communications center, and Soundwave proceeds to make Chromedome look like a hack and moron.

Soundwave is just better than everybody. That’s just who he is as an individual.

Siren’s really happy to see that there’s at least a few folks left outside of Delphi. Everyone on the Institute side is a little concerned about the fact that OPTIMUS FRIGGIN’ PRIME is there- except Percy, of course, who knows all things.

They manage to figure out if Delphi has a matter transport, before Soundwave shuts down the call to trace a Quintesson transmission.

I don’t like the look of those quotation marks.

They agree to one Autobot and one Decepticon going out to check the scene, and that they’ll be tasked with bringing an equal amount of either faction back. And people say Communism only works on paper!

Later, the chosen two are approaching the dumping grounds. It’s Throwback- why is it always Throwback?- and Dirge. They get passed by a patrolling Quintesson ship that pays them no mind, then head down.

Dirge isn’t very smart. Is this really the best Soundwave could bring to the table here?

The boys dig around in the severed limbs and guts that make up the dumping grounds, and are about to call the whole thing a bust when Throwback finds something very interesting.

It’s Rev-Tone.

I don’t think my heart can take this. Half the dream team is gone, he’s not going to do well if you bring him back. Let the boy rest, I’m begging you. At the very least, stop letting the Autobots bring corpses home, I’m starting to get concerned about their mental well-being.

Yet another ship passes by, and Dirge decides that Communism isn’t for him, saying to hell with any Decepticons that might be in the refuse, and splits. Throwback packs up Rev-Tone and follows on the MARB they brought.

Meanwhile, over at Delphi, Optimus Prime is questioning Galvatron. Everyone’s watching this go down from the observation room, and probably enjoying it a bit too much. Optimus made a deal: freedom in exchange for information on the Quintessons’ plan.

Too bad he gets very little from Galvatron- very little that’s useful, anyway. He tells them about Aquaria, the aqua fortis it’s covered in, and that’s about it. Xenon didn’t exactly share a whole lot with ol’ Galvy.

Optimus still makes good on his promise though.  

Man, this adaptation of the World, Shut Your Mouth storyline is spot-on.

Galvatron, in a startling moment of rationality, declines his offered release, and instead suggests a team-up. See, I told you.

Oh god- Throwback’s brought Rev-Tone home to the Institute. Red Alert breaks out the heavy-duty super glue as everyone watches from the sidelines.

Yeah, you make that fucker take a good, hard look at what he’s done.

Soundwave brings in a surgeon. It’s Fulcrum. Fulcrum has depths, it would seem.

They piece Rev-Tone together over the course of several hours, and even then he’s a mess- missing a knee, no jaw, assumed destroyed voice box, or at least some severe burns to the inside of his throat, and missing half an arm.

This is where they are when they decide to bring him back online.

They pump him full of energon, and eventually his fingers start spasming, then the rest of him. He’s in shock. Fulcrum suggests shutting him back down, but Perceptor’s worried he won’t wake up again if they do.  

It’s at this point that Soundwave makes an executive decision and pulls the plug. With a gun. Roberts seems to enjoy killing people off multiple times. This isn’t exactly MTMTE/LL Tailgate levels of ridiculous, but it makes up for it in sheer brutality.

The Autobots don’t take too kindly to having one of their own offed before their very eyes, and tackle Soundwave to the ground. Just when it looks like yet another murder is about to take place, Chromedome calls with some more bad news- Quintessons inbound.

Soundwave, because he’s perfect, had noticed and understood what Rev-Tone was doing to his legs.

Hey, I was close. Yay?