#shockwave was too perfect to draw

[kaontic]

*SKYBOUND DUMP INCOMING*

Soundwave, my guy, you devoted, capable and promising heir to the Decepticon throne—

When you need it most, where is your backbone?

Or whatever the Cybertronian equivalent is to a backbone, because this passive-aft behavior is exactly why you are not second-in-command.

Megatron, should he see this, would totally yell at you like he did in Devastation for such lack of initiative.

Which, about his sight—if Megs and Star could meet up now, oh boy! 😂

Starscream: I’m doing better than you. 🤡

⬆️ Absolute sore-aft losers ⬆️ I love them OwO

⭐️ Bonus art of Carly with her hair down since we haven’t seen that yet and I think she would look really purty :3 ⭐️

She also wears earrings but they’re not always visible, so here’s my evidence:

I like her.

Please don’t make her annoying like me. 🤞

[mcondance]

knowing better, twisted pleasure ☆ spencer reid

MDNI 18+ oral yay!!!, i love thinking about spencer with his head between my legs so here we are, overstim so “stop” is said once so keep that in mind ☆ title from killshot by magdalena bay, listen as you read if you want! spencer i can’t get enough of you please.

☆ ☆

it’s too much, you can’t. you can’t.

“spence— spence stop,” you plead as you squirm and your legs draw up in an attempt to get away from him. but he just won’t stop. unaffected, he slips his hands under your thighs and pulls you closer to his mouth, to where he wants you.

soft locks are enveloped in your hands as you card your fingers through them because even in your delirium, giving him affection is like breathing. your objections skate right over that pretty head of his and he keeps going, because he knows you don’t mean it. he knows that if he stops and rises back up to his knees, you’ll be begging him to “come back, please,” like you did that one time he felt really evil.

you gasp when you feel two fingers enter you, and you groan painedly when they begin to move, stroking maddeningly.

spencer’s too good at this, his fingers are too caring and precise inside you and his tongue is too soft and sweet as it laves over you. jesus, what the fuck.

it’s all so much, so much. a tortured, groveled moan rips from your chest as another sickly-sweet pang of feeling rocks through you. spencer’s commanding fingers tighten around your thighs, stacking yet another sensation on your already overwhelmed nervous system. human evolution, no matter how developed and perfected, was not made for this. it balks in the face of what spencer’s doing to you.

“oh my god— spence,” you whine, locking in on him through your blurry, teary eyes. between your legs, he looks unfortunately perfect, even as he shuts you down and lights you up all at the same time. you’ve got enough going on under your skin to power your whole block.

it’s lewd, how he looks so pretty eating you out. his messy brown hair and those melting golden eyes, and most disgustingly, his mouth hidden where his tongue flicks against your absolutely soaked center. the visual is art, though, the plane of his shoulders and his ever-expressive liquid hazel eyes flitting between closed and taking you in, in your beautiful ruin.

it’s in moments like these where spencer feels good. you’re explicitly, obscenely beautiful to him, and your pleasure is something he takes great pride in giving to you. as you lose yourself in it, sinking into the sticky pool of feeling, he gets to bear witness to it all.

“oh, baby,” you moan so warmly as he flattens his tongue and licks right over your clit. before, his tongue was quick and precise, but now he’s taken to loving you slowly, licking in a way that could only be called sensual. he hums as he runs his tongue over you again, so salacious, open-mouthed and he looks so dirty that you can’t fucking take it any more. again, your body does its best to protect you from feelings you can’t compute, but spencer does his best to make you take what you need more than air.

then, his fingers inside you focus on their goal, and he’s curling them familiarly and kissing that spot, rubbing it softly.

“yeah, fuck—,” is all you can scramble out before what’s been building up in you since he first settled between your legs explodes. if you didn’t know better, you’d think you’re exploding with how fucking much you feel. it should be humanly impossible to feel this way, but it’s not, because you’re feeling it here and now as your ears pop and your vision goes black and spencer just keeps fucking consuming you. he has the nerves to moan from between your legs, sending shockwaves through your already ravaged being.

eons pass. you travel through a thousand universes and sit upon a thousand suns before you come back to your Earth, with your spencer looking softly up at you, his head laying on one of your glossy thighs. as your senses slowly return to you, it seems he’s wiped his hand off on the sheets because the hand that’s rubbing the outside of your thigh is relatively dry, considering its previous position.

“you okay?” he asks warmly.

“fuck you,” you drag, croaky and unpolished.

he snorts.

“yeah, you’re okay,” he says through his laughing, unhooking his hand from under your trembling thigh as he rises up to hover over you. he kisses you, and just barely begrudgingly, you kiss him back.

“good?” he whispers over your lips. you wrap your arms over his neck as you both settle with each other.

“yeah,” you acquiesce lightly with a shrug and a tilt of your head, before you bring him down for another kiss.

[loaksbitch]

now this time, neteyam holding back from fucking you stupid but you’re too snarky and it ends up him really fucking you stupid? of course. — i want to cry bcs i love him ):

warnings : obviously smut, making love to slight rough fucking, multi-tasker neteyam, p in v, p penetration, pecks and kisses, teyam is puthy whipped, breeding kink if you squint, suggestive fluff moment in the end.

“you’re holding back.”

of course he is. neteyam is trying to stop himself from completely fucking you open and you telling him this was clearly not helping at all.

his face was damp, brows knit and braids with prettiest beads swaying when he fucked himself in you. neteyam tries to focus on not cumming before you, wanting to chase your release before his. “shh,” he hushes you, too afraid he won’t be able to make it with your broken voice, “need you to be quiet fr'me right now.”

but you were just far from quiet. he knows you love to tease him, be a little minx sometimes that he just can’t help but enjoy.

“you confuted yourself, teyam,” you breathily say.

your mate just groans, balancing himself on top of you by trapping your head with his hefty arms. “you think so?” he rolls his hips into you and you press your head back to the pillowy material below you.

“hm,” he hears you hum. “you said you were gonna fuck me stupid.” you remind him and feel your heart tighten when he chuckles. “and now you’re just making love to me.” he knows you like it rough, he just wanted to get a grip over himself.

“can’t i do both?” he distracts you, one hand sliding to your curves before he caresses your freckle painted hips.

“i don’t know, can you?” you smile, eyes fluttered shut when his cock propelled into your saturated cunt. neteyam swallows his spit, slightly feeling his ego bruising. he’s a perfect mate for a reason.

“y’know if you just want me to fuck you dump…” your breath quickens when neteyam sat on his heels. this is it, this is what you wanted and your inside coils just thinking of him ruining you. “what?” you sigh, chest heaving with adrenaline.

“you could’ve just said,” his every move was calculated. neteyam pushes your legs further apart and spreads you open, exposing your slick nectar. “‘want you to fuck me stupid, nete.’” your breath got stuck when he looked straight to your eyes, his being dark yet amber-like glowing under the eclipse.

that’s when you knew the man who was trying not to get ahead of himself was gone. completely gone.

neteyam pulls you rough to meet his thrust, plunged deep in you just to be drawing back out of your cunt. your mewl is high pitched, causing his ears to shift angels and flatten. “fuck.” he howls, feeling your warm walls clamping against his angry head.

your mouth flew open, shockwave washing over you. the pleasure he was giving traveled all over your skin that you felt you’re drunk to the brim. the man above you just drilled into you, the feeling of your nails digging into his wrist that were pressing you down to the mattress.

you didn’t notice how close he leaned until a soft kiss was placed on your cheek. “is this what you wanted?” he lifts your hips up which helps him sink deeper. “c’mon princess, this is what you want? me to fuck yo– fucking h...” he can feel you, he feels you. neteyam feels you and it feels so good.

you’re confident with your snarky responses and he found it hot. neteyam found everything hot about you but now you’re completely mushed up with his dick drilling into you and he knows you’re not satisfied yet.

“you’re not happy.” he tells you, it was obvious he had that cocky grin on his face. “want me to go faster, baby?” and he watches you nod, desperate and needy.

neteyam nodded, clicking his tongue before he sat up on his heels again. if you want it harder, then he will fuck you harder. you’re out of breath when he brought one of your legs by his waist while the other got pushed up to your chest.

“wait, net—!” you can’t even say a word when he hammers into you like an animal, full spread and energy filled. “like this?” neteyam tilts his head to the side, observing your twisted face.

“you want it like this?” he groaned, still pounding.

“yes.” you keened, “like that.” a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. “just like that.” you huffed.

you know you’re getting louder and so you bring your hand to cover your mouth, blocking the choked moan you’re voicing out. “no, don’t do that.” you feel a large hand pulling your hand from your face and greeted with a glare. “don’t cover yourself from me.”

your inside felt like it was burning, peak reaching and cool about to snap. you shake your head, eyes fluttering open to give your mate a pleading gaze. “you. are. cumming.” he mouths you, as if he's demanding for your release.

he tilted your pelvis one more and you knew it was over. you saw stars, your back arching from the mattress until the coil in you snapped causing your heat to spasm on neteyam’s.

left hand pulling on the bed sheet while the other slightly pushed neteyam by his pubic bone.

“don’t push me and take it, you wanted me to fuck you stupid remember?” you bring your head up, giving him a glare but his face said that only he did not care but he was proud of it too. his braids lying on his shoulder gracefully.

neteyam didn’t take much time either, eyes trained on the bouncing of your swelled tits. he was hooded and wanted to get to the finish line and so you helped him. “don’t hold back.” your voice was muffled at first.

“nete’” you purr at him, “don’t hold back.” you repeat and watch his pupil blowing wider. “you want me to cum?” he softly keens and you don’t hesitate when you nod, “please.” you practically beg and watch your man curse under his breath.

his long steady rolls were now deeper, casting your gummy walls and edging himself further. “in you?” he leans to nudge your nose, he wants to know if you’re comfortable with him doing that and his chest flicks with a tint of happiness when you nod, claiming you want all of him in you.

eventually everything came to an end; you moaning his name and accepting the torment he was giving you. his breath was ecstatic and shorter. “kiss me.” he says and you fulfill his wish, taking his lips in yours.

and it was hot. his load was heavy and warm when he painted your walls inside. fucking every drop of his seeds into you.

neteyam’s nose flared, calming himself with deep breaths as he braced himself on top of you. the sudden voice of yours pulls him back to reality.

“i won.” you giggle, fingers reading imaginary lines on his skin. “won what?” he was slightly confused at first. “i won with making you cum.” you say and he laughs, neteyam laughs.

“princess, i made you come first and you think you’re the one who won?” you were quick to defend yourself, you loved these types of post-sex arguments— which of course was not serious —. “but i still made yo—“ he pecks your lips, cutting you off.

“yeah and i never said i was holding back.” you stifle a laugh when he peepers kisses all over your face. “shut up!” your shoulder slacked in defeat but neteyam only laughed between kisses.

this were the moment you always wish eywa would never take away from you.

i liked this one! and you? — like + reblogs are appreciated! i love each and every one of you sm! mwah **

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[transformers-spike]

Heyy I noticed that you put TFO among the stuff you might write for. Pls pls, if it's alright w/ u, Megatron x reader angry sex? Like, you might be a human he found after being banished and kept with him, and he trusts you bc u are nice, pose no real threat and ur good to blow off some steam :))))))))) but ofc he cares abt u, so it's more like angry sex + tender aftercare thank uuuuuuu i love my big metallic man with anger issues

My brain decided to do its own thing and for the sake of not writing a full length novel about it, I had to cut it short (and of course I made it sad because the boy is just dripping with angst - so I'm going to give him more.) So here:

He was advised to abandon you. Found in the deepest recesses of a Quintesson ship they’d shot down, you were still shaking from the crash. Not Cybertronian. Nor Quintessonian. A completely different being, with soft mesh, warm extremities and strands of something falling from your helm. An animal perhaps? Much like the strange quadrupeds traveling the surface? No, your optics move with intention, taking in your surroundings and wrinkling your optical ridge in clear contemplation. You are incredibly tiny, even next to a cogless miner. He wondered, briefly, when he first saw you, if you were another casualty of Sentinel’s tyranny, a forgotten being he sold off to the Quintessons without a second thought. He does not understand your language, nor can you speak his, but you observe the context and carefully come to associate certain words with objects, actions and designations. You cannot reproduce the subtle tones of Cybertronian with an organic vocalizer, much like the Quintessons – but you do not reject it. You learn to live despite your muteness. Many times he’s watched you draw figures in the sand with a twig the size of your arm, depicting what he could only assume to be a spaceship flying away from a distant planet as the Quintessons surround it. Sometimes you draw more of your kind, together in an embrace. You would stand over your creation, watching wistfully as the wind erased the fine traces of sand. A memory of your people. He wishes he could tell you about him and Orion, the pain of losing him, the crater in his chassis that will never mend – but guilt keeps him at bay. Soon enough, your provisions will run out. What they found on the Quintesson ship were rations made for your specific type of biology, with no guide to recreate them from, not even Shockwave could reverse-engineer the process. It’s simply too late. One orbital cycle, your life will come to an end, but he will give you the dignity of dying at his hands, painlessly. He is no stranger to starvation, but unlike him, you must refuel at various intervals during an orbital cycle, else he senses how you grow restless on his shoulder, fiddling with your servos, mesh growing pale and optics sluggish, growls emanating from your inner mechanism. You are not made for suffering Your life will come to an end, and you know this better than any other Decepticon; as though reading his thoughts behind the permanent scowl scratched into his face. Perhaps this is why he indulges in you even if he’s been advised against it. You’re eager despite your size, pressing yourself against his frame, ignoring your discomfort. He’s still getting used to his new body, including his strength for better or for worse. Yet you do not fault him when he leaves bruises. You kiss him and rub up against his spike, transfluid trickling down to his valve even before he comes undone. You squirm and laugh and pull him into a hug, helm to helm, a moment so perfect he’s ready to rip the cog from his chassis if it means staying like this forever, servos clenched into fists as he curses at Primus for the happiness he will shatter.

[paingoes]

Rubies

Terrors

(Content: living weapon whumpee, nonhuman whumpee, electric shocks, night terrors, panic attack, guilt, blood, conditioning, dehumanization, past abuse, past captivity, caretaker new master)

It had been a chill night. Delta had gone to bed earlier than normal, but that didn’t come as a shock. He seemed to need a lot of sleep. Apollo didn’t blame him for that. He had tried to stay up with Kitty for a few more hours, but he soon found himself just as exhausted. He called it in early too. He had just pulled out his pajamas when he heard Kitty’s voice from downstairs.

“Apollo!” She yelled.

He knew, immediately, something was wrong.

He was down there in an instant, faster than he ever liked to move but often had to. He felt the static electricity before he saw it — then he saw it. Delta’s door was open. He stood at the opening, bright arcs coming off of his body. His hair floated around his head and against gravity. His eyes were generating enough light to fill the whole room. Kitty watched in mute horror. Apollo hopped off the last couple stairs, immediately jumping between the two of them. Delta was still electric, still burning, burning, burning. He stared back at them with unblinking eyes.

“Miserum terrae,” he muttered softly beneath his breath. Apollo did not catch the exact words, but he caught the Latin pronunciation. He could see the way Delta was swaying where he stood. Asleep. He was asleep. Apollo reached for his hand.

The touch sent him into a fit, little bursts of energy leaving his body, jerking motions, screaming. He babbled on in Latin, gripping at his own hair, clawing at his own skin. Apollo reached again. He took both of Delta’s hands and pulled him down onto the kitchen floor with him. The touch shocked him badly, but he could live with the pain. He kept Delta’s hands secured. It stopped him from physically hitting himself; he was relieved to see that it also kept him from sparking so much. He’d read somewhere that even though they didn’t have to, psychics tended to use their hands as conduits. It made sense. 

Delta was hysterical, somewhere in between dreaming and waking. He babbled on in Latin. He was clinging to him so hard, Apollo was sure he was about to draw blood. 

“Shhh, sh, sh, sh, sh,” Apollo shushed him in a way that was nearly musical, half hummed. Kitty looked on nervously. “Night terror,” he mouthed. Lun used to get them all the time.

Apollo gasped in pain as a particular violent shockwave traveled through him. He gripped tighter, in part because of his muscles tensing involuntarily. Delta was starting to wake up. The sobs didn’t lessen any, but his speech was getting more intelligible.

“Mihi ignosce. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. Please.” 

His head was buried in the fabric of Apollo’s shirt. Apollo could feel it growing damp. He wasn’t convinced Delta was apologizing for the shock alone; he was probably still in the half-dream state, caught in some old memory. 

“Shh. It’s okay. You’re okay.” Apollo stroked his hair gently, rocking back and forth. He glanced up at Kitty, who was making a perfect :( face.

He was shaking so badly. The words gave way to barely restrained whimpers, little gasps for air. They waited patiently for him to come back.

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Delta let himself be led onto couch, too distressed to even protest. He curled in on himself despite the painful heat generating from his body. 

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated quietly, mortified.

Kitty sat down on the couch beside him, combing his hair out of his face. She braided it back. The cool air felt pleasant against his neck. 

Apollo set down the glass of water in front of him. Delta panicked again as soon as he reappeared. He could see the little puncture marks on Apollo’s arms from where he had grabbed onto too hard. He could still feel the electricity in the room.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He never would have done it before. Apollo didn’t deserve to get hurt like that. They hated him. They wouldn’t trust him. He’d known they would just as soon as they knew what he was really like. He didn’t want them to.

“You can hit me back,” he tried. Would that help? He needed desperately to be forgiven. He shouldn’t have even been on the couch. He had half the mind to throw himself at his feet right then, but the space between them didn’t allow for it. He shuddered.

Apollo kneeled instead. Well, not really. The posture was all wrong. Still, he had gotten onto his knees and leaned forward onto the couch.

“Hey. Look at me.” Apollo’s voice was serious. Delta obeyed. Apollo spoke very clearly.

“I’m not mad at you. You were having a night terror. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. And I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. You’re not in trouble.”

It took Delta a second to process the words. It did not feel like a real possibility. Not mad. Not getting hurt. Not in trouble. He was too distracted untangling this that he forgot to be panicked.

Kitty squeezed his hand. Apollo stood up, retreating to the kitchen to patch himself up. Delta remained in a stunned silence; he was still shaking a little. He couldn’t remember what had set him off or what he might have seen. All he really remembered was the fear. In the warm light of the living room, it was gradually fading. All of it was so confusing, endlessly. He was tired.

“Take a sip, babes.” Kitty lifted the glass towards him. He took it carefully from her hands, raising it up to his lips. He hadn’t realized how dry his mouth was, how much water he must have lost just from the heat he’d generated.

“Thank you,” he said softly. He was so grateful. He couldn’t understand the gentleness he was being shown. He could have gotten the water himself. He would have been fine if they’d just locked him in his room after. That would have been the right thing to do. He should have been punished somehow for the damage he’d done, the damage he could have done. But they had said he wasn’t in trouble at all. He didn’t understand why they were being so lenient with him. He’d done nothing to earn it. He felt sick with guilt.

Apollo pushed a citrus into his hand. “Here. You should eat.”

“Dude, why would you give him such a mechanically demanding fruit?” Kitty asked.

“Oh, I can peel it. The acidity helps, though. Or the vitamin C. For some reason it’s just really good for resetting your brain.”

He sat down on the chair opposite them. Delta undid the peel of the fruit himself. It was very sour, but not unpleasant. He did feel more awake afterwards, like the visions he had seen in his sleep were being forced further away.

“It was a night terror, wasn’t it?” Apollo confirmed, “Do you remember any of it?”

“No, sir.” Just the terror, sourceless. It was strange.

“Have you gotten them before?”

“No, sir,” Delta answered immediately. It was impossible. There was no way they would’ve let him get away with such a glaring design flaw. The security risks alone were unimaginable, even with the collar at full strength. Someone would have noticed.

Apollo considered this. He caught the look he gave Kitty. It wasn’t good. Delta knew how much of a problem this could be. He was a problem. He knew it. He was going to be more trouble than he was worth. He had to stop himself from apologizing again, as badly as he wanted to. Being sorry wasn’t enough.

“That makes sense, actually,” Apollo continued. “If you’re in an abusive environment for a long time, you develop methods to cope with the stress. It’s a kind of postponement. Once you’re out of it, all the emotions you’ve been repressing can resurface at once. It’s normal.”

The casual way in which he’d said abusive stood out to Delta. He knew what it meant; he wasn’t stupid. It was just strange to hear applied to him. Abuse was something that happened to real people. He was property. 

He’d gone quiet for a while. He was so used to the silence. 

“Do you need anything right now?” Kitty purred.

Nobody had ever asked. He could not even begin to answer. Kitty seemed to realize this, trying to narrow it down some.

“Do you want to try and go back to sleep? Or do you want to stay up for a little while?”

Easier. He was still so leery of trick questions, but even those were infinitely easier than the open-ended ones. 

“Can I stay up please, miss?” He had to keep his tone respectful, just in case it had been a trap. It’d have earned him some leniency.

She responded positively. “Ya! Do you want to watch anything? Or we can read!”

Her eyes flitted over to Apollo, who seemed to have collapsed right there on the chair. He looked back at them wearily.

“It’ll probably just be you and me, though,” she added.

“I can stay up a little longer, if you want,” he offered. He’d offered it to Delta. Delta nodded shyly. He wanted both of them there, if he could have it. He didn’t know how to say it. He wrapped his arms around himself. 

Kitty played an old movie on the projector. They didn’t make him speak for the rest of the night, a mercy he was very grateful for. He was content to just remain there on the couch, waiting slowly for his breathing to even out. Soon enough, he had forgotten there had even been any disturbance. When he finally went to bed again, he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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@catnykit @snakebites-and-ink @vivulapom @scoundrelwithboba @whatwhump

@pumpkin-spice-whump @deluxewhump @fuckass1000 @fuckcapitalismasshole @defire

@micechomper @writereleaserepeat @aloafofbreadwithanxiety

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Gelu, Gelu Gelu Gelu Gelu Gelu-

Frankie wants to prove Cody's limits but Science is not enough, so, she calls for her auntie to ask her some tricks and ends up learning magic, AND ALSO (putting my own spice in the soup you gave me) what if she and Greene started to experiment with Energon and now Frankie can use magic with it???

Also also also

Cody ends up stablishing a relationship with Pred and Pred starts to think to actually stay at the island BUT FOR THE ANGST SAKE STARSCREAM AND SHOCKWAVE ARE STILL LOOKING FOR PREDAKING AND THE WORST PART IS THAT THEY END UP DISCOVERING CODY'S CONDITION AND WANT HIM TOO

Or, in the other hand, for the Slice of life and comedy sake, Predaking and Cody learning about each other is like an old, territorial cat meeting a new born crying kitten

(Ps: You know I'm not a fan of it but to adapt also means "I want Predaking cuddling in his dragon form with Cody in their griffin form like cats and Boulder puts a blanket on them and cuddles with them😭😫💖"

...I think I need to draw that)

@windydrawallday because maybe you want to know 👀

Working on the basic stuff as always, but generally, I have the idea!!!

Cody's Predacon form is a mix of tech and organic. The organic parts are the most noticeable but as he grows older more metal will cover his body. Feather and fur cover his face, that being a characteristic the original Onyx had. His wings are still little compared to the rest of his body, so learning how to fly will have to wait...

Cody can't access the memories of his past self yet(when he gets them, he'll remember how one of his brothers killed him 😬), yet, he displays a lot of behaviors Onyx used to have.

He is the perfect size so a bot like Boulder can carry him like a little baby and snuggle him into sleep, tho Cody can change size between forms the kid likes to be carried by the bots. In that size is also perfect so one of his siblings sleeps on him like sleeping on a pile of pillows skjdhfksjgbjg

Frankie WITH MAGIC gets access to Onyx's memories before Cody does and swears that she'll stop her friend from remembering such a cruel past... she also helps Cody to use his own ¨magic¨ and with the help of Doc Greene, creates an Energon suitable for him.

If the rest of the Decepticons find out about Cody and his ¨godly¨ powers, they sure try to kidnap him for their advantage but but

Then Shockwave and Soundwave find out that their lost Sparkling, Heatwave is the ¨carrier¨ of Cody, meaning that their grandpas now, meaning that they would most likely hurt part of their family... and most likely deal with an angry Heatwave...

But Cody is too nice and would be happy to meet his grandpas. One of them also created Priscilla... so...

And please, BLESS ME WITH PREDAKING AND CODY SLEEPING LIKE CATS!!! WE NEED THAT!!!!!

[ficreadergirl]

Dangerous Inquiries (2.ch.11)

You were kissing Jason in the bathroom, tasting the salty taste of his skin as he moaned into your mouth. His hands were on your hips, grinding his hard length against you as he moved his tongue deeper into your mouth. He pulled back, gasping for air as he looked down at you, his eyes dark and intense. "You're killing me." he growled, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. You arched into his touch, moaning as he rolled your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "God, I love these." he breathed, his lips trailing down your neck. "So perfect."

"Then kiss them." you whispered, tilting your head back to give him better access. He did as you asked, his hot breath fanning across your sensitive skin before his lips closed around one of your nipples, sucking hard. You cried out, your fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through you. "Jason..." you moaned, arching further into his touch. He was so skilled with his mouth, driving you wild with desire. After one breast has been thoroughly worshipped, he switched to the other, lavishing attention on it until you were trembling beneath his touch. "Suck it..." you murmured, threading your fingers through his hair and holding him to you.

"Mm..." he hummed, drawing on your nipple even harder. You moaned loudly, your whole body tensing as pleasure threatened to consume you. "What do you want Y/n?" he asked roughly, pulling away to look at you. "Tell me what you need."

"I want you Jason." you whispered, looking deep into his eyes. "I want your mouth... and fingers... and..." you trailed off looking at his erection. "...and that."

"You want my cock?" he growled, pushing you up against the sink. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes..." you whimpered, feeling breathless from his intense gaze. "Jason, I need--"

He cut you off by capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue slid between your teeth, tangling with yours as he pressed you harder against the cold surface of the sink. One of his hands left your hip to slide up your body, cupping your breast again, massaging and teasing your sensitive nipple. The other hand moved lower, sliding between your legs. "Do you want this?" he growled, pressing two fingers inside you. "Do you want to get fucked against the sink?"

"Yes!" you cried out, arching into his touch. "Please, Jason..."

He groaned, thrusting his fingers deeper inside you. "Tell me what do you want Y/n..." he panted, his free hand sliding lower still, teasing your clit. "Tell me how bad you want this..."

"Fuck me now Jason!" you shouted, bucking your hips against his hand. "I need you! Please!"

"Do you like my fingers Y/n?" he asked, his voice rough with lust as he curled them inside you, finding your sweet spot. "Want me to fuck you till morning Y/n? Want me to paralyzing your legs with pleasure?"

"Yes!" you moaned, rocking your hips against his hand. "I don't wanna feel my legs! Fuck me!"

His fingers found rhythm inside you, stretching and filling you perfectly. "You're so tight..." he groaned, bending forward to capture your lips once more. "I'll fuck you so good baby... I promise."

"Yes! Do it!" you cried out, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Fuck me hard!"

"You should come first though." he growled, his fingers relentless in their assault on your senses. "Come for me Y/n... let go..."

With every stroke of his fingers, every press of his lips against yours, you felt closer and closer to the edge. "Jason! Suck on my nipple!" you cried out, arching your back off the counter. He obeyed instantly, taking your nipple between his lips and sucking hard. It was too much, the combination of his fingers, his mouth, his body against yours sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Yes! Jason! Oh God yes!" you screamed, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Your muscles spasmed and convulsed around his fingers.

As your cries died down, Jason slowed his movements, his fingers still buried inside you. He leaned in, kissing along your jaw and neck, nibbling lightly on your earlobe. "That feels so good baby." he husked, his voice thick with arousal. "Did you like that?"

It was strange, but you felt energetic. You started kissing him hard while he was waiting for your answer. "Yes... I love it when you're rough." you said before kissing him again while feeling his erection brushing against your leg. This aroused you even more. "You're so huge..." you mumbled, reaching down to grab his length. "I love it inside me."

"And you'll get plenty of chances to enjoy it." Jason growled before kissing you deeply again. You moaned into his mouth, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you right now. "How much you want my Y/n?" he asked, breaking the kiss to look at you. "How badly you want this?"

"Very badly..." you whispered trying to reach his cock with your hips. "Please, Jason..."

He pulled your hair roughly and started kissing your neck. His kisses grew more demanding, more possessive. "Y/n... I don't think I can ever stop fucking you." he groaned, lifting you up and sitting you down on the counter. "You're perfect for me... you know that?"

Your hands went straight to his shoulders, digging into his skin as you arched your back, offering yourself to him. "Jason... take me now." you breathed, your words coming out ragged and needy. "Please..."

He stared down at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. Then, slowly, he pushed his hips forward, positioning himself at your entrance. While you were waiting his hard thrusts excitedly, he only gave you the tip, teasing you mercilessly. He was moving his hips in small circles, rubbing against you, driving you insane with need. "I'm sorry baby. I'll make you beg for it."

"Please Jason..." you said, trying to push him deeper. "Just do it..."

But he ignored you, continuing to tease you mercilessly. You were trying to grind your hips against him, to force him to give you what you wanted, but he held you steady, keeping control.

"Fuck me baby... pleas-- Ahh!" you gasped as he finally sank balls-deep inside you. The feeling of being completely filled by him sent shards of pleasure through you, making you cry out his name. He groaned low in his throat, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself to the hilt. He was thrusting hard now, his powerful strokes driving you wild with need. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close as he began to move faster, harder.

"Oh God Jason..." you moaned, arching your back off the counter. "So good..."

"Do you like that? Want me to fuck you like this?" he demanded, his voice raw with lust. "Is this what you needed?"

"Yes! Ahh!" you cried out, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervour. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little half-moons of blood behind. "Don't stop! Yes! Ah! God!"

But he stopped suddenly, pulling almost all the way out. "Tell me what you want." he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "Tell me how bad you want this."

The sudden loss of contact made you whimper pathetically. "Anything... Please just keep going..." you begged, your hips pushing uselessly against his stomach. "Don't stop... keep fucking me..."

Again, he was rubbing against you, teasing you mercilessly. Your nails left red lines on his skin as you tried to hold onto him, to pull him closer. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding against him in an effort to get what you wanted. But he stayed strong, refusing to let you have complete control. "Please Jason..." you whined, arching your back further. "Fuck me baby..." you begged while he was pushing the tip of him slowly in and out of you. His free hand cupped your breast, bringing his mouth to your nipple. He rolled it between his teeth, eliciting another moan from deep within you. You grabbed his hair and shoved his head towards your other breast, needing more sensation. He complied easily, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. "You're so good Jason..." you panted, your body trembling under his touch. "Finish what you sta-- Ahh!"

Once again, he plunged deep inside you, burying himself to the hilt. This time, he kept going, his thrusts hard and fast. "Like that?" he growled, slamming into you over and over. "You like being fucked rough by me?"

"Yes! Too deep!" you cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck. "God yes! Ahh! You're huge!"

"I'll fuck you Y/n. Everyday... everynight." he promised, his thrusts growing even more brutal. You could feel every inch of him inside you, filling you up perfectly. It felt so good, so right.

"Yes! Do me! Everyday!" you moaned, arching your back off the counter. Sound escaped you in broken gasps and moans as he continued to pound into you without mercy. "Jason! Ahh!"

His hands found purchase on the counter beside you, using them to brace himself as he took you harder and faster. The friction between your bodies built to an almost unbearable level, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel your orgasm building, growing stronger with every thrust.

"Harder! Fuck me!" you cried out, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Ahh!"

And then, he was there, his movements becoming erratic and desperate. With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside you, his whole body tensing as he came. A hoarse shout ripped from his throat, echoing through the room as he spilled his seed deep within you. Your walls clenched tight around him, milking him until he was spent.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. You cried out his name, your voice muffled by his shoulder. He held you close, his lips pressed to your temple as he rode out your orgasm, his hips still moving in short, shallow thrusts.

When you finally came down from your high, he pulled out of you, letting your juices trickle from his cock. He leaned over you, catching your eye, his expression intense. "Are you okay?" he asked roughly, running a shaky hand through his sweaty hair.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. "Yeah... I'm fine..." you managed to croak out. "That was... incredible."

He smiled slightly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your forehead. "Good."

"And I think I can't walk." you added with a small laugh.

He chuckled softly, helping you steady yourself on the counter. "Well, I should wash you then."

"Yes please." you breathed, looking up at him with adoration in your eyes.

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before stepping away. "Which one of these bottles is shampoo?"

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[jolyne-best-jojo]

What Stands I think the Logical Proposals wavewave family would have:

Soundwave: Hermit Purple. This one's pretty easy, it's got everything a wave of sound could want: break a camera and get photos of a picture anywhere in the world, have a screen to project onto and read minds, just use the vines on a TV screen and get a message like "x is a traitor". Or Moody Blues since being able to see and hear what happened to a singular person would make for great intell depending on who it is.

Shockwave: Gold Experience. Shockwave would love having it, funding becomes a far smaller issue if he can grow the body parts himself. Not to mention the research he'd do testing the limits, how big can the being he grows be relative to the original objects mass? Can he grow an extinct species? And he'd love finding these things out.

Ravage: Harvest. Being the only responsible child is hard, much easier when you have 500 tiny buggers to keep watch on everyone.

Buzzsaw: Kraft Work. Given his weapon building I feel like he'd find some use for being able to store however much kinetic energy in an object he desires then release it all at once.

Laserbeak: Mr. President. With the caveat that he just had the user on him at all times. Laserbeak wants a nap, just pull out Mr. President, hide it, and take a nap in the key room, he can even fill it with all his favourite blankets.

Rumble & Frenzy: Star Platinum & The World. This one's the most obvious, SP and TW stop time for 5 seconds, that's 5 seconds of free prank set up.

Enemy: Survivor. Probably a bit too surface level for his character but it makes sense. He wants enemies, Survivor makes everyone around him so mad they start beating each other to death.

Flip Sides: Sticky Fingers. It's got a pocket dimension to explore long range travel purposes with (idk if it can do that but presumably if Sticky Fingers opened a zipper in one place then went hundreds of miles away and opened another they should connect) and I think Flips would find that interesting.

Beastbox: Man in the Mirror. So long as he has a mirror shard with him he can hide away in the mirror world whenever he's feeling overwhelmed and come back when he feels better.

Slugfest: Pearl Jam. He may not be a cook, but given the positive effects Pearl Jam has on the consumers he'd absolutely learn how to cook to give healing meals to refugees.

Squawktalk: Bohemian Rhapsody. I don't know if It works if it's only audio but it turns fiction to life and what better way to tell your stories then making them real? (Just ignore the part where people are forced to play a part in the stories, usually the one who dies)

Garboil: Earth, Wind and Fire. Technically not a stand (but maybe it is who knows) the shapeshifting would be really handy for painting, don't wanna use a picture or just memory to base a drawing on? Just shapeshift into what you wanna draw.

Overkill: Scary Monsters. It can turn people into dinosaurs. He'd finally have Dino friends that the Autobots don't steal away before begging to hand them back. (Targets of it retain their sentience right? I can't remember)

Howlback: Killer Queen. This isn't because of the fact it's a cat, nor is it about it being able to turn objects into bombs or its tertiary bomb Bites the Dust being able to rewind time an hour. No, this is about Sheer Heart Attack being indestructible and as such the perfect thing to enjoy biting to no end, and honestly what more does Howlback even want in life?

Ratbat: Kiss. Sure, the duplicated objects crash back together after the sticker comes off, but so long as that happens long after he sells them it's not his problem.

Wingthing: I'mma be real, I got nothing, he got killed in the great cassette culling of chapter 36 and he was introduced in that chapter. Weather Report? Because he wanted to know how rain works?

[neo-techculture]

Power Meets Prescription

Summary :- You work as a doctor in a hospital that caters to high-maintenance patients. And your newest patient- the head of the Italian mafia, Alexei Belmonte- is obsessed with you and is trying to take you out on a date.

Pairing :- Mafia boss!OC x Doctor!Reader

Warnings :- Mentions of getting shot and stabbed (nothing graphic).

Working in a hospital that caters to high-maintenance patients can be exhausting. These include actors, actresses, models, mayors, senators, politicians, and even members of the mafia. Interestingly, almost every patient is listed under an alias; it would be unwise not to do so.

You are on your way to see your last patient for the day, the notorious Italian mob boss, Alexei Belmonte. A few days back, he narrowly escaped a bullet, sending shockwaves through his organization. Managing his security detail and handling his top associate was quite a balancing act, akin to juggling flaming swords, but that's just another typical day on the job, isn't it? After patching him up, he was quickly escorted to a luxurious suite, because, of course, he expected nothing less than VIP treatment.

You see the expensive doors to his room, a number plate done in intricate detail on the door. Few guards are stationed in front of it, and they open the door with a nod to you once they sight you. Walking inside, you're met with Alexei on the bed, leaned against a few pillows, his phone in hand. Cameron D'Angelo- second in command, first in brooding- is seated on the sofa opposite the bed. His expression screams: “I’ve seen things, doc. Things that would make your medical license curl up and cry.” You could see the faint outline of a gun under his jacket, though it dosen't faze you much these days. Similar to Alexei, he too is on his phone. The latter's eyes lifts to yours at the sound of the door closing.

"If it isn't the pretty doctor," he grins, his voice smooth and velvety. He's wearing a plain black button-up and sweatpants, and his normally slicked-back hair is now tousled as if he's run his fingers through it several times.

You let out an internal sigh at his words, not really paying attention as you flip through the pages of the clipboard with his information. Taking the cap off the pen and getting ready to write, you sneak a quick glance at him.

"How are you doing?"

"Good, a bit of pain, but overall good," he answers, although his eyes are fixed on how good you look in your doctor's coat. You jot down some notes before checking his vitals.

"You'll be good to go within two days," you tell him.

"Perfect." He looks at his second-in-command and nods. Cameron gets up from the couch and walks over to the door, opening and closing it quietly, most likely to deal with his boss's discharge.

"So doctor," Alexei's velvet voice draws your attention back to him. "How about I take you out after I'm discharged?"

"Take me out as in murder?" You respond dryly, not really in the mood for his charm.

Alexei laughs, a genuine one; not one of his unhinged or mocking laughs. "You're funny, doll."

"If there isn't anything else Mr. Belmonte, I'll be going."

Alexei can't take his eyes off you as you walk away, a little smirk playing on his lips. Since you became his doctor, he's been totally fixated on you. He's been trying to charm you into going out with him, but let's just say it's not going as smoothly as he'd hoped. You've been pretty good at brushing him off, but he's not giving up that easily. After all, a Belmonte always gets what he wants.

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Alexei had been discharged several weeks ago. You have not seen him or any of his associates since then. Your own schedule was hectic, especially after one of the politicians was stabbed and the aftermath that followed.

Finally done for the day, you step out of the hospital's automatic glass doors. Your plan was to get into bed and sleep for the next twenty years, but your attention was drawn to a familiar figure leaning against a black car.

What is he doing here, you think as you walk closer to him.

"My favourite doctor!" Alexei grins, straightening up from his leaning position.

"Alexei," you acknowledge, your voice tinged with surprise and a hint of caution. "What brings you here?"

"I couldn't stay away," he says, his grin broadening.

Right, because hospitals are such romantic hotspots. Forget candlelit dinners; give me fluorescent lights and sanitized hand gel any day, you think.

"I thought you might need a ride home. Consider it a thank you for patching me up." Oh, great. A ride home from the guy who probably has a secret compartment full of weapons. But hey, your feet hurt, and your Uber rating could use a boost.

You glance at the sleek black car, its polished surface reflecting the hospital’s lights. "I appreciate the offer, but I can manage."

"Come on, doll," he insists, his tone playful yet persuasive. "It's just a ride. No strings attached."

You hesitate, weighing your options. It's been a long day, and the idea of a comfortable ride home is tempting. Plus, refusing him outright might not be the best idea. With a resigned sigh, you nod.

"Alright, but just a ride," you emphasize. "No detours."

"Scout's honor," Alexei says, placing a hand over his heart in mock sincerity. He opens the passenger door for you, and you slide into the plush leather seat. Once he’s behind the wheel, he starts the car, the engine purring smoothly.

The ride is surprisingly silent, the city lights whizzing past as Alexei drives like he's in a Fast & Furious movie. You half expect Vin Diesel to pop up in the backseat. You steal a glance at him; his usual air of danger seems subdued, replaced with an almost relaxed demeanor.

"So, doctor," he breaks the silence, "how's life been treating you?"

"Busy," you reply curtly, not willing to divulge too much (and because “chaotic” and “caffeine-fueled” don’t fit on the medical forms). "And yours?"

"Complicated," he admits with a shrug. "But that's the life I chose."

You nod, understanding the weight behind his words. Probably deals with mob drama and existential crises on a daily basis. Despite the stark differences in your lives, you both navigate high-stress environments filled with their own unique dangers.

As the car approaches your apartment building, Alexei pulls over and turns to you, his expression earnest. "I meant what I said in the hospital. I want to take you out, show you a good time. Just one date."

You sigh, contemplating his request. He’s persistent, you’ll give him that. "I'll think about it," you say finally.

"That's all I ask," he replies, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

You step out of the car, and Alexei watches as you walk towards your building. Just as you reach the entrance, you turn back to see him still there, waiting. With a small wave, you disappear inside, leaving him with a glimmer of hope.

As you close your apartment door behind you, you can't help but wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into. One thing’s for sure: life just got a lot more interesting. And maybe, just maybe, a little dangerous.

The next morning, as you prepare for another demanding day at the hospital, your mind lingers on Alexei’s unexpected visit. You shake off the thoughts, focusing instead on the tasks ahead. Saving lives and navigating the chaos of the emergency ward leaves little room for distractions. The daily grind of hospital life—the fluorescent lights, the smell of disinfectant, and the constant battle against paperwork. It’s like Grey’s Anatomy meets Office Space. But hey, at least you're not dealing with alien invasions.

However, as the days pass, Alexei’s presence becomes a constant, albeit subtle, thread woven into your routine. An occasional bouquet of flowers arrives at the nurses' station, always unsigned but unmistakably from him. A cup of your favorite coffee appears on your desk during your busiest shifts, the barista's note simply reading "From a grateful patient." His gestures are persistent yet respectful, making it harder to ignore the enigmatic mob boss.

One evening, after a particularly grueling shift, you find yourself at a small, cozy café near the hospital. As you sip your tea, you notice a familiar figure entering the café. Alexei scans the room, his eyes lighting up as they meet yours. He makes his way over, a charming smile on his face.

"May I join you?" he asks, and you nod, gesturing to the empty seat across from you.

"To what do I owe this surprise?" you inquire, your tone light but curious. Translation: Did you follow me here, or is this just a coincidence?

"I was in the neighborhood," he replies, though you suspect he had planned this encounter. Because mob bosses casually stroll through neighborhoods, humming the Godfather theme. "Thought I'd grab a coffee and maybe some good company."

You can't help but chuckle at his relentless charm. "You don't give up, do you?"

"Not when something's worth it," he says, his gaze unwavering.

The conversation flows more easily than you anticipated. You talk about your work, your interests, and he shares glimpses of his life, carefully avoiding the darker aspects. Smart move. You don’t need to know about his rival mob’s cannoli recipe. Despite your reservations, you find yourself enjoying his company.

As the evening progresses, you realize that beneath the dangerous exterior, Alexei is a man who values loyalty, family, and those who make his world a little brighter. His world is complicated, but in this moment, it feels strangely simple.

When it's time to leave, Alexei insists on walking you home, and you let him. The night air is cool, and the streets are quiet. As you reach your apartment building, he pauses, looking at you with a sincerity that catches you off guard.

"Thank you for tonight," he says softly. "I know my life isn't easy to understand, but I hope you'll give me a chance."

Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours gently. Alexei steps back, a grin on his lips, after pressing another soft kiss to your cheek.

You hesitate for a moment, your heart thudding against your chest, before nodding. "I'll think about it," you say again, this time with sincerity. However, you intend to Google 'how to date mob bosses without dying' the moment you enter your room.

He smiles, a genuine, heartfelt smile, and you feel a warmth spread through you.

As you close your apartment door behind you, you feel a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. Your life is already filled with enough challenges, yet something about Alexei intrigues you, drawing you in despite the risks.

One thing is certain: your life is changing, and you’re not sure where this path will lead. But for the first time in a long while, you feel a spark of excitement, a sense of adventure that had been missing. And maybe, just maybe, you’re ready to see where it takes you.

Aaaanndd, here we go! Drop your thoughts and what I should write next. Don't forget to like and reblog (very much appreciated; all of you're awesome <3). Also, the EVENT: Fics inspired by songs is going on and the first fic will be dropping this week, so stay tuned for that!!

HAVE A NICE DAY!!

Credits to the lovely @saradika for the cute line divider! Make sure to check them out!!

[steelthroat]

For the fandom ask game (if you have time with the horrors of schoolwork):

9. Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed!

14. Is there a character or ship you were so sure you would never write/draw but now you've changed your mind? (and if you fancy it, tell us how you'd write them...)

19. What's your favourite thing about [fandom] (the people in it, not the media you're all enjoying together)?

22. Give us a headcanon for Megatron, any continuity

Weirdly now we're in a static situation again... things change drastically day after day it's unreal💀

9: okay ooof I'd recommend literally all the things I bookmarked but uh let's see:

We are the music makers by lord squiggletits

Moronic acid by chuzilllaa

Shockwave making waves by now anonymous

The lottery by Ladydragon76

Oh and the sequels of the lottery too. My GOD. I've read that work so many times aaaaaargh. Between these are just some of them, but I am 100% forgetting other equally great works by other writers. Ah so many, so so so so so many.

14: mh at first I was kind of hesitant about anything regarding Ironhide, because I didn't know him as a character and he didn't really appeal to me... so when I stumbled upon bayverse!ratchet/ironhide I was like "huh... okay. Tell me more?" And really these two are super great together????? Like not just in thw bayverse, as a whole they're *chef kiss*

Also I think I also stumbled upon Bayberse Optimus/Ironhide at some point and while I also was unsure about it... oh my god they are perfect. One of my favorite otp as of now!!

And uh yeah I want to write about them one day, I would go with some kind of bodyguard au, but like using some of the main tropes, like Ironhide is the "bodyguard" canonically sometimes so yeah it would work.

Also I like bayverse Ironhide and his warrior origins and culture, I wanna do something with it and use it.

So uh banter, fluff, fighting (and training) as a form of flirting, middle aged men that don't know how to communicate like normal people, maybe I will also do something with my third-gladiatorop-au. Depends. But I will let them smooch 100% (and when it happens you'll be the first to know✨️)

19: other than being full of great artists, and I mean AWESOME like guys come on please how how ajshfjgujggjt. And writers, like FUCK I've cried so many times because of y'all, I once got out of the bus at the wrong stop because of a fanfiction. This fandom is full of very creative people that come in infinite shapes and forms, like seriously even when writing simple smut some of you are genuinely mind blowing because you come up with things that are... CRAZY and in a good way! But absolutely crazy!!!!

So yeah this fandom is cool, there's... more than meets the eye to it ✨️

22: so like... I have many headcanons regarding him like:

His fighting style resembles a dance, a deadly and mesmerizing dance. Optimus (my headcanon) fights like a wounded animal but when facing him he follows the rhythm Megatron sets and "dances" with him. Very beautiful spectacle if you forget that one of them could die... or maybe it adds more charm to it.

He massages. Idk lol I have one work published and 3 wips in which he massages someone because they had stiff joints or smth. Maybe I have a kink idk. But like not just like that, it doesn't always lead to sex, it's just that I like him tending to someone else when the situation calls

It was Soundwave that taught him how to dance. (This is my Megatron/Soundwave propaganda)

He knows how to play chess, he likes the game, he is a great player, he will never admit it because it's made by humans

He knows how to make impressions and has a sense of humor, which can be unsettling since you can never know when he's being serious or he's fooling around.

Everyone but Optimus say he has the best poker face in the universe. He does, it's not his fault he can't keep his emotions in check when op is around....

[uselessmicrowave]

Matchups! Yay!

Could I get with one with tf:g1 and one with tfa? I thought about decepticons, but others are fine too. Pretty okay if you'll do only one///

I'm not sure how personal it should be but here we go, I'll try to be shorter////

Here we go:

Average height and medium brown hair, have heart-shaped birthmark on arm, many moles, a bit freckled, plump and have stretches, boiled-oil-scars on leg /because I'm clumsy shit/

I'm an introvert, emotional/it's hard to make me yell tho/, anxious, often I'm just a whining mess, obnoxiously talkative with friends, have dad issues lol

I love drawing, reading/Lovecraft my lord/, recently started learn third language/ignoring my native/; favfood - seafood; style/clothes, right?/ mainly natural colors/want to wear brighter/, big and baggy, dislike skirts, hesitate about dresses

Bad habits - disturbed sleep pattern, sarcasm, I do everything at the last moment, pet peeves - drunk people and alcohol, smoking too, insects

And thankies^^

Hello! I’m gonna match you up with G1 Shockwave and TFA Longarm/Shockwave!

G1 Shockwave

He finds your freckles and birthmarks fascinating! He can’t kiss each mark but he can definitely gently head butt each one.

He may learn a couple phrases in your new third language to say (“I love you,” “Please,” “Thank you,” ect).

He also has a horrible sleep schedule, but if you make an effort to fix yours, he’ll do the same.

Shockwave will start reading with you, he gets really into sci-fi stuff.

TFA Longarm/Shockwave

The reason I put ‘Longarm’ is because he won’t be around you as Shockwave, in fear of hurting you.

He loves it when you tell him about how you got your scars, it reminds him that you aren’t perfect and he loves that.

He appreciates the clothes you wear, functional and cute to him. He’d prefer you wear purple or teal if you dress brighter.

As an introvert himself, he’s also quiet, but if you need him to he’ll do the yelling for you.

[optimus-jetpack]

Head Canon for Whumptober

So it'll be my first whumptober and doing some Transformers writing but I wanted to post a main post where my ideas are coming from and where it can be a one stop shop on my page.

So I am going to be writing about Grimlock as my whumper? whumpee? Not sure but he is one of my all time favorite characters and I think the story of War of Cybertron and Fall of Cybertron really makes his story a place to explore as well as the other dinobots!

For this whumptober I will be drawing from a personal head canon I have of that story line with Grimlock and the other dinobots. I am sure there is official lore for some of this stuff but this writing will be more fanfic then anything. But here we go.

Before the Dinobots, in an Era of Peace

Grimlock and the other "dinobots" at this time before the war were not the dinosaur alt forms we know them as. Instead at this time they were a group of mining bots that mainly worked smelting different ores into metals or energon.

The team:

Grimlock (team lead)

Slag (Smelter)

Sludge (Miner)

Snarl (Miner)

Swoop (Utility)

Slash (Transporter)

Skar (medical staff)

Paddles (Just hangs out lol)

Begrudgingly these bots did their jobs day in and day out on Cybertron. Most of the other bots stayed out of their way due to their hot headed nature but together they are a close tight family. Grimlock is that type of bot that is the fasteners to bolts, the wax that sticks to the exterior. He knows exactly how to deescalate Slag's temper, make Snarl feel included and always invites Paddles to the gangs bar outings. He loves his family and knows they are the best team on Cybertron!

During this time, Swoop always admired Grimlock. They are always following Grimlock around, talking and hanging out but too afraid to share their stronger feelings with him. It takes a major event to finally get Swoop to admit their feelings but at this point it might be too late...

When the war begins, Grimlock had his team stay neutral till a group of Decepticons tried to take their hard earned energon stash. Grimlock and the others destroyed them in battle and all of them had an epiphany of sorts. They all loved to fight. Optimus Prime came to them in a time of need and they all gladly joined as long as a fight was promised. Grimlock and his team became elite shock troopers for the Autobot cause. They were the first to fight, clearing path after path for Autobot armies as the civil war kept growing across Cypertron. A bond already forged by iron was now forged by fire as they all engaged in battle together. They were unstoppable, until they weren't.

Disaster Strikes

Near the end of the war Optimus sends Grimlock and his crew to disrupt a Decepticon supply chain, but once they arrived it was actually an ambush planned by Shockwave. For cycles Shockwave was studying the team to learn how to break them and he found that their special constructed mining bodies were perfect for alt form experiments. Shockwave takes them in, separated them into different labs and began to change them into monstrous forms. Sacrificing their minds to give them more servos, more metal, more primal. Upon waking up Grimlock goes into a rampage, frees his team and they escape through a space bridge to a Jurassic age Earth where they have to face their new forms.

Whumptober Writing

So my writing will start at different points in between the small timeline I outlined. I am not sure how many people will actually read this but keep a close eye to the post as I update it next month.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Crossover-Ship: From Adammon To SariMay (2024)

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[Note: make sure to click on the drawing to make it bigger to better view it.

and I will be using this for a Cover for a future chapter of "Falling For The Angel In Disguise" over at Quotev, the story might not be perfect and there may be some bad grammar and I don't mind if it only has a few people reading it at the moment, also while I will have the drawing both here and for a future chapter,

Please Don't Reblog this without my permission...]

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

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I was trying to get this posted some hours ago, and I wrote a lot at the bottom of the drawing, but then some stuff started to happen again and I tried to wait patiently but it was taking too freaking long...

so I had no other choice but to do what I had to so it could go back to normal...I mean it pretty much sucked...

also the flags in this drawing next to the Crossover Ships,

is a mix of Canon and Fanon, and even if it isn't canon I'm going to have Alastor be Transgender in the Crossover story where Sari is a Main Character and she is 23 years old but will have her 24th birthday in a future chapter...

also I will be posting a drawing of her younger self that has to do with a scene in one of the chapters that takes place in a type of flashback and memory, and I gave Sari a Grandmother in that Crossover story,

who is like muscular, and yeah I will post the drawing about it in a little bit, but what is being said by the characters in the drawing doesn't 100% match what happens in the chapter that the flashback memory takes place...

I was becoming so fed-up with having to wait for this to go back to normal, but at least it didn't log me off when I had to just fix it...

I know that I did talk about some stuff, one of them being about how I got curious about that book about that prophecy stuff that has to do with Trump that one of my family owns...

I didn't read all of it, just skip some parts to see something...

which of course it makes me think there is a possible "Holy Beast" now that is like the opposite of "The Beast" and it makes me think of the whole "She's a Beast" and "I Call Her Karma"...

which was one of the things I was talking about in the original before the computer started to act a bit stupid on me...

so yeah, I was referencing Katy Perry's "Dark Horse"...

and yes, there is a reason why Alastor and Shockwave's heart they are in is a purple color...

and yes I'm going to view Mammon as Panromantic-Ace, it was still a surprise to me and probably everyone else that the Green-Goober is Ace...and even before that was shown in that awesome drawing, that shows that he is Ace in the canon...

I had thoughts of wanting to call dibs on Mammon, and even if the one from our universe did turn out to be dibs too....

I'm still calling dibs on his sorry excuse of a Apple Sugar Spice.

not in the same way that Millie owns Moxxie's Apple Sugar Spice.

but I want to call dibs kicking Mammon's Apple Sugar Spice...

because if he is involve in amplifying humans own greed to a not so good level, well that is one of the reason I want to call dibs on him...

and yeah I am talking about the Mammon from this universe,

but if the one from Helluva Boss and the one from ours were one in the same...still gonna call dibs.

this Weird Earth Angel Princess who calls herself "The Eveningstar Princess" who by the way, only calls herself that because of the whole weird thing with Mom not getting Morning Sickness with me, because she only got the Evening Sickness...

so I'm still calling dibs on that Apple Sugar Spice Honey Of Liquid Egg...there is a reason why the tags for this is "Mature Audiences Only" but it will not be place in that certain thing that has to do with the Content Labels.

and yeah a part of me wonders if Archangel Michael could be my Dad, but like you know in soul genetic way, but then I remind myself that he isn't and I have to keep reminding myself that...

it is just a very weird coincidence that one of the Archangels shares a name with my Human Dad...

and yeah I know I'm weird about the whole thought about wanting to call dibs on Mammon...

betcha Grandpa King Solomon didn't see that coming...

like picture him being against it.

King Solomon: Sweetie, you can't call dibs on The Embodiment Of Greed...

Me: Yes...

King Solomon: No...

Me: he is a suspect in amplifying greed from a healthy level to a toxic unhealthy level...so, I will have to call dibs on him....so I may slap him.

King Solomon:....you can't call dibs on him.

Me: I call double triple dibs!

anyway I know it's weird, but while some stuff in the human that has to do with Pride, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Lust, Sloth and Greed can either be dormant or only coming out a little bit in a healthy way, like just like their counterparts, I mean there can a good and bad way to be generous and charitable and it might be a good idea to make sure to do it in the right reason and not let it go into the same zone that greed is at the moment...

yeah even if it is just thoughts, I would still want to call dibs on him so I can slap him...

I mean even if I never got into a physical fight before, and it's like one of those thoughts you wish you could do but you know you might not be able to...

but I am tired of some Eon-Boomers Sugar Honey Ice Tea,

and one of them needs to seriously stop being a Apple Sugar Spice Honey Of Liquid Egg, and dial the sin back some and stop amplifying, of course I'm going to suspect him.

and well that book that got me curious, might of just proved it...

and once again, I was only curious and I skip most stuff in that book...

though it might prove that the Earthly-Mother and The Divine Feminine needs to get stronger...

but yeah, that book did make me theorized that besides the whole "The Beast" there could possibly be a "Girl Type Beast"...

which is why it makes me think of that song Dark Horse by Katy Perry.

reasons why I believe the Other Beast is a Girl, is because the whole pronouns "her" was used when talking about this other beast...

and for all we know, the "true love" mention could be talking about Earthly-Mother, possibly but not everyone has to agree with me on that...I know my family is like on different sides when it comes to Trump, and I rather just be neutral...

but there can be different levels of those who are for and not for him, and there is some lines that both sides would NEVER cross...

we know that Alastor is a Mama's Boy, and well in the Fanon Timeline of Hazbin Hotel where The Earthly-Mother Exist, Lucifer would be a Mama's Boy as well...

you can't deny it, I mean if some fans can theorize that Michael is going to look like him but be taller than him even if so far he and Lucifer's siblings only show up in Fanon work...

and even the Fanon version of the Heavenly-Father...

then the Mrs. should be a part of some part of the Fanon, even if it isn't all of the Fanon...but I like the idea of the Fanon version that is from Hazbin Hotel AU Timelines, treating Lucifer like he is still a little angel and spoiling him with motherly love, but also is the strict mother who knows when it give him a time-out.

it be funny if Adam had no idea about the Earthly-Mother, and be shocked to find out...

I can't really hate Adam from Hazbin Hotel, I mean yeah he is a jerk but is it weird I'm kind of starting to view him as a Tsundere, maybe not a full Tsundere but maybe it's just me.

and yeah I still lost some form of respect for Adam's first wife, you know from our universe...reasons being, that she could of went back to where Adam was at any freaking time, even after she recovered after she gave birth to her and Adam's human children in a cave.

she didn't even have to go back to Adam, for him, but for their older children, but she didn't...and I think there has been a misinterpretation this whole time and she wasn't having demon offspring in that cave, she was having her and Adam's new offspring, and she was possibly pregnant when they had that fight and she left, and she possibly was either having Twins, Triplets, Quadruplets, Quintuplets, Sixtuplets, Septuplets, Octuplets and or Nonuplets...

one of Lilith's daughters, likely met and fell in love with Cain, and at some point their descendant met and fell in love with Seth's descendant, and thus the Evalith Bloodline was formed...

Evalith being like a mix of both Eve and Lilith...

both Cain and Seth are my Grandpa Ancestors, so yeah...

if one of Lilith and Adam's children did survive, besides the possible ones that were likely either twins or triplets or maybe Nonuplets.

one of the eldest ones that escape those three angels, could of went to where Lilith was and ending up helping with carrying for her much younger siblings, who could of very well been all girls for all we know.

and when Lilith left once again, this time abandoning both her eldest daughter and new offspring, it was left on the eldest to take care of her younger siblings as if they were her own, so yeah in theory this possible eldest daughter that survive from what those three angels were doing, would not just be the older sister but also adoptive mother...and possibly the adoptive mother-in-law (but still half-sister) to Cain later in in the far future during that time.

not everyone has to agree about it, but I just think it could be possible.

and I can't help but wonder if while time does run differently in Hell in possibly both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss...

the "7 years" could be "7 decades", but time could either match or move much slower or faster between Hell and Earth, but the time differences could still match with both Heaven and Hell...

plus I can't help but wonder if Charlie was 13 years old when her Mom up and left, which would be in Hell years...

which would mean that Charlie may have ended up living alone without her father knowing about it, with just herself, Razzle, Dazzle and KeeKee by her side until years later when she became close to her 20s and she met Vaggie.

I'm not 100% sure if that theory is correct, but anyway in this drawing that shows Megatron x Carmilla, I do plan to have them end up together in that crossover story where Adult-Sari is the main character, and her younger self only shows up in flashback type memories.

and yes, I decided that Blackarachnia in the Crossover, which I'm going to work on a plot twist that has to do with her...

but anyway, in that crossover story, she will be a Lesbian.

and I will have her ship with Verosika, and their ship name will be Verosikararachnia.

we know that TFA-Blackarachnia does flirt and tease Mechs, but she likely never truly showed a true interest in them, even if she did seem to have feelings for Optimus, and there seem to be a Love Triangle between Her, Optimus and Sentinel...and Grimlock....which is either more of a Love Square maybe...?

I think BW-Blackarachnia is Bi though, but we could view that she has been in the closet for years and stellar-cycles but now she is out of the closet.

also some Aces do have that well, intimate snu-snu time with their partners...I mean I still have my V-Card and some people need to understand that being Ace and the whole Celibacy thing Ain't the freaking same thing...

my panic attack that happen in 2015 is separate from my being Ace, and yeah I think I'm doing better now from that time, and I was able to keep it under better control and didn't end up with a full panic attack like I had in the car when I bump my head when inside during that time...and the reasons why I had that panic attack, was possibly because of the two phobias, one of them being Semi-Androphbia.

like I don't think I have the full version of it, and it is just the semi type...

and I think it is a good thing I view myself as "Gray-Aroace" but I can view my other romantic, being like not just Fictoromantic but also Heteroromantic as Micro, like I know I had crushes before and I still can get them...but I also had bad luck with online boyfriends and I have no interest in trying that again anytime soon...plus for all I know the reason I fell for them could of been because of the energy I may have been absorbing, which I'm glad that I started to wear my gem bracelets for the multi-purposes I have them for.

and yeah some might think it isn't possible, but I might not be the only one who can be both Gray-Aroace and be Fictoromantic...

and well I do have a drawing that I want to post that has to do with Aces, I will post it up in a little bit...

and anyway I'm going to have Mammon be Panromantic-Ace in the Crossover stories I'm working on, I was not really expecting him to be Asexual, it was a surprise for me and possibly other fans of Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel...

it's nice to find out that Octavia is Ace as well, which might make those who had wrote her being Ace in Fanfics, happy that they and others ended up accidentally predicting the canon.

like Kris eating all the pie, which is reveal in Chapter 2 in Deltarune.

which I still think they had broke into the library first and went into the computer room and open up a Dark Fountain before they went back home and ate all the pie...

there is possibly a few events in Chapter 2 of Deltarune, that was accidentally predicted by fans, and some of which are in Fanon Timelines of Deltarune AUs.

when I do play Undertale and Deltarune, I'm going to view Chara as being a Nonbinary-Girl who goes by She/They Pronouns, and their Full name is Charlotte, and their name Chara is pronounced a bit like Charlie's nickname "Char-Char" but with just "Char" and then a "Ah"...

the name Chara is linked with the name Charlotte, and while the name Chara can be linked to the whole "Character" thing, it doesn't mean it will always sound the same...

so while some can say their name like "Kara" some might choose to call them "Chara" like "Char-Char"...

Kris is Nonbinary who goes by They/Them, so in the canon they aren't a Enboy or Enbirl...but it is nice to know they are nonbinary in the canon. :)

Frisk can either be a Enby, Enbirl or Enboy in any timeline in the fanon of the Undertale AUs.

I'm not 100% sure about my theory about Charlie from Hazbin Hotel, being a Nonbinary-Woman will prove to be canon or not.

I am still gonna make sure to remind myself that Archangel Michael is NOT my Dad, even if the thoughts of that possibility might pop in my head maybe every once in a while...

it is just a very VERY weird coincidence that my Mom only got Evening Sickness with me...plus I was a weird baby even before she was going to have me, and even after she had me.

I think I will see about asking if we can finally check my blood type again, we been putting it off for way too long, and I rather hurry up and get it over with and see it come out "O RH D Negative" again for a third time...I'm still going to make sure to close my eyes when it happens...because of the stuff I mention before when the last few tries ended up making me feel not so good...

and yeah my calling myself "The Eveningstar Princess" because of the whole weirdness with my Mom getting Evening Sickness with me, and the whole half of my ancestors being of royal blood, and the whole Cain being one the ancestors...was part of the reason for the self-nickname...

but how was I suppose to know that one of the titles that Michael was being called was not just "Morning Star" like Lucifer, but also The "Evening Star"...and some fans, including myself after I found this info out, have been starting to call the Fanon version of Michael of the Hazbin Hotel Universe, as "Michael Eveningstar"...

and how was I suppose to know he the one from our universe, was already being called "The Eveningstar", I didn't know and I had called myself "The Eveningstar Princess" before I found that out...

it is just really freaky and just a very VERY weird coincidence...

I think later I will watch episodes of Steven Universe and the movie, as well as the episodes of Steven Universe Future.

anyway I'm going to hurry up and post this and get the other drawings I did before also ready to be posted...so yeah, I drew this drawing on June of 2024 and I'm now finally posting it this July of 2024...hope some like this drawing, and understand only half of the characters have both the canon and fanon flags right next to them.

[amigac0debasic13]

FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸🇵🇸

⚠️hi everypony if you are or are in support of proship, zoophilia, transphobia, truscum, all that nasty stuff, or saying something like “he him lesbians don’t exist!!!” please get away from me ok ? ok. PLEASE don’t come and be anti-endo/ableist, I don’t careee⚠️

Hello there! I go by Fraini, aka big canvas man, and I’m an artist, 2D and 3D, and I also dabble in game development.

do not question my big canvas man alias, the standard artwork I make is usually 6000x6000 and sometimes goes into the 20 thousands if I can get away with it

YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY ASK ME TO DRAW STUFF

Seriously, ask me for a 3D model/ give me an idea for 2D art I WILL draw it. As long as it’s not hateful and as long as I’m not uncomfortable I’ll do it! If I don’t feel like drawing the art, I will answer your ask and tell you that so you don’t feel like you’re waiting for something I won’t give. PLEASE be patient with me, too! It can take me days or weeks to find motivation for an art piece that may take only an hour :]

Only note is that ships may take me longer to draw if I don’t really care for them. Examples: not a huge fan of megop and I DESPISE megastar and if you ask me to draw shockblurr im not sure I’ll survive the horror I experience (I will not draw shockblurr holy shit god no) I love you but if you tell me to draw megastar im going to draw starscream eating dirt and then exploding and if you tell me to draw shockblurr I’ll draw shockwave kissing Optimus sloppy even though he doesn’t have a mouth

I’ll probably churn it out at a breakneck pace if I think it’s hilarious though. for example shockop or Dinotrap. those two are so ridiculous they’re perfect god makes no mistakes. Also ifhuffer is included. I haven’t even drawn him yet but whatever

RULES FOR USING THE MEDIA I CREATE:

You can use it, period. Edit it as much as you like, trace it for practice, recolor it, use my designs or ideas, it’s all on the table! All I ask is that you credit me as the original artist and make clear that what you have done to alter the original work was not done by me. Thank you! ^_^

Current interest(s):

Transformers!

Vangers, one for the road! (Вангеры)

Past interest:

Ninjago!

Links:

https://artfight.net/~Fraini -artfight

[pokerninja2]

Breaking down another character tonight. I'm not really doing these in any order but I wanna focus on another of the mainstays. And this one is one of my favorites in the franchise - Donkey Kong! Always loved this big guy, and he was a blast to draw.

What's immediately striking are the boxing gloves. This was inspired by his appearance in the Wii version of Punch-Out!!, where he was a bonus opponent. They also appeared in K. Rool and Banjo's trailers in Smash Ultimate. Given Spikers' high focus on combat, and how DK is often known to punch things in his way, I thought they would be a great fit here. It's befitting for both the powerful and silly aspects of his character I feel like.

As for the outfit, I decided to go with just a ripped tank top (if you can even call it that). In the Strikers games (before Battle League's armor system anyway) DK kinda wore less clothing than everyone else, and that carried over here. It's also torn and worn-out, unlike other Kongs you'll see later. I like to think he found one from the store but it turned out to be a few sizes too small, but he already shelled out some coins for it so he just decided to roll with it.

I didn't touch on the attacks or stats with Mario because there really wasn't much to talk about, but there are some fun origins for DK's. Konga Slam is based on his special attack in Strikers Charged where he slams the ground and creates a shockwave. Same deal here, but probably hurts his hands less with those boxing gloves. As for Bongo Rhythm, I just find the idea of him getting power from playing a set of bongos funny. He has a history with them too, from DK64 to Donkey Konga, so it fits well.

As for how I feel about the piece now, I still like it! This is probably the best I've ever drawn DK's face, which is surprisingly hard to nail down. Think it has to do with those weird eyebrow things he has, they need to be the PERFECT thickness otherwise it just looks weird. I also enjoy the pose quite a bit, him carrying multiple balls, once again, fits with his strong attributes. Not so happy with how I did the tie though. It'll come up a few more times whenever we tackle the sidekicks, but while back then I would have settled for drawing the letters "DK" as they are, nowadays I feel like I could have gone the extra mile and draw the outline around them as well.

That about sums up all I have to say about him. I'm having a lot more fun than I thought I would doing this little series.

[systemadministratorclu]

Soneca the Hedgehog

Tag: Her RP posts will be tagged "muse: soneca"

Name: In her universe, she was addressed with a title, Queen Soneca. On Earth, in Green Hills, her legal name is Soneca Wachowski.

Height: 3' 9"

Eye color: Green (same as Sonic)

Fur/quill color: Blue, with markings identical to Sonic

Gender: Soneca is female

Species: Mobian, Hedgehog (from another universe)

Powers/Abilities: Same as Sonic.

Super speed

Accelerated thought process

Chaos energy manipulation

Ergokinetic combat

Acrobatic skills and reflexes

Durability

Strength

Stamina

Survival skills

Leadership skills

Her own version of the "Super Sonic" transformation (don't have a catchy name for it, open to suggestions/ideas)

She's actually had training as a fighter and warrior.

Verse: She primarily exists in the world of the Sonic movies. (though I do have a thread where the Tron characters meet her on a venture into the User world.)

Bio: In Soneca's universe, the Hedgehogs were much more of a warrior race, able to match the Echidna in combat. As a reminder of this, a ceremonial contest is held each year between the Hedgehog and Echidna leaders, a one-on-one fight where they are not allowed to use their powers, only their combat skills. The goal would be to disable the opponent within the allotted time frame, but the contest has always ended in a draw for as long as either side can remember. This outcome became symbolic of the two groups' ability to coexist without warring, though they don't consider each other to be friends (though Soneca and the Echidna chief have both admitted to enjoying the annual contest and looking forward to facing each other in it). Like Sonic, Soneca was a bit of a risk taker and daredevil, though once she became Queen, she never took unnecessary risks when it came to the needs of her people. While not perfect, she was generally well liked and respected as a leader. Because of this, when it became known that a catastrophic wave of destruction was headed for (her) Mobius, even the Echidna sought her leadership, as the Hedgehogs were the more technologically advanced of the two races (that is, they could more easily utilize metals and energy and build machines, though they were still far from producing robots and AI)

The Owls did exist, but they pretty much kept to themselves and not much was known about them.

But even though the Hedgehogs watched the stars, they had no idea what to do. All the worlds they had visited via Warp Rings were pretty similar to Mobius. Soneca, needing to at least try something, had experts on the Warp Rings from all the worlds Mobius was in contact with get together and try to develop a technology that would allow for a mass evacuation. But the wave came on too quick. They managed to get the portal to work mere hours before everything was destroyed. In their final moments, elders from both groups warned that this wasn't a natural end. Some great evil had ended this universe and was already working to do the same in another. It was unanimously agreed Soneca would be sent to the other universe with the task of stopping it. As the wave came across, she allowed everyone to return to their families for their final moments. Those who didn't have family stayed and urged a reluctant Soneca on, though she was finally knocked through the portal by the shockwave and was thus spared, though traumatized at witnessing the last moments of her universe's existence and knowing her home and her people were gone.

She spent some time exploring the island she ended up on, even finding an Owl settlement and the remains of an Echidna village, but no people. When a ship crashed near the island, she explored it, planning to loot its resources. Instead, she learned of other worlds in this universe, though only one was a name familiar to her: Earth. Using Warp Rings she found on the ship (and taking an alien weapon with her) she traveled to Earth, not sure what to do from there. She lived similarly to Sonic, watching humans from a distance, gaining some of their interests. She was watching a news broadcast on someone's TV and the story seemed.....unusual for this world, so she followed it to Green Hills where she met up with the Wachowskis and was taken in as an additional member of the family after she assisted them in capturing Agent Stone. She's since become sort of a big sister to the other three.

Personality: She's a bit of a combination between Knuckles and Sonic, having Sonic's energy and optimism, but Knuckles' sense of responsibility. She is protective of her brothers, but not overly so. She knows they can handle themselves in a fight. She lovingly calls them idiots at times, but is always there for them and will always defend them (sometimes saying "but you're MY idiots." as she does.) She'd confident, but not arrogant, as she knows overconfidence can get people hurt or killed. She sometimes has doubts about her place in the family and/or the world, wondering if she's really supposed to be here, but she tries to keep these thoughts to herself. She relates most to Knuckles, as they were both from warrior races and both had great responsibilities. But she's also energetic when she wants to be and likes to have fun. She's still a bit of a daredevil, but will never knowingly put someone in danger. She tries to make sure her brothers follow rules, but she's also been known to assist with and encourage her brothers' shenanigans.

Appearance: She’s a little older than Sonic (but still considered a kid by Tom, Maddie, and at times herself) and a little taller, with a more feminine build (she DOES NOT have T&A, especially not T, because she doesn’t need them. She’s just a little leaner and has slightly more defined hips)

**Sorry to bring up Ugly Sonic, but the face and especially the eyes on that version are pretty close (but not exact. I can't draw, so I spent a lot of time trying to find an image that was even kinda close and this is what I found) to what I picture for her:

Her outfit resembles a sleeveless (not strapless) Wonder Woman (live action movie) outfit, but with a longer skirt, a little more blue and black, and silver in place of the gold parts. Instead of the white gloves of Sonic, she wears armored fingerless gauntlets. She prefers her claws out and keeps them sharp. She also has a silver band around each upper arm (these don’t serve any purpose, she just likes how they look). She also has a Wonder Woman-like tiara/headband thing to wear that she can use as a sort of thrown weapon (mun doesn't know the technical term for this, lol). Her shoes are armored boots (the originals from her universe) made of some lightweight alien material.

Interests/Likes: She likes action and sci-fi movies and TV. Her favorite superhero is Wonder Woman, who she relates to because of similar background. She enjoys doing things with her brothers, be it going for runs with Sonic, helping Tails test out his inventions, or sparring with Knuckles, she loves her family and just being with them. Her favorite food is bacon cheeseburgers with ketchup, mayo, BBQ sauce and no veggies.

Other: She affectionately calls Sonic 'little hoglet' or just 'hoglet' (this is the term for a baby hedgehog) and will sometimes do the same with Knuckles (calling him 'puggle', the term for a baby echidna) and Tails (calling him 'kit' or 'kit kit')

Unlike Sonic, Soneca can swim and enjoys doing it.