#something possessed me

[yokoluvv]

THINKING ABOUT...

silly lil stalker who thinks he's so discreet; watching you eat lunch, hang out with your friends, walk back home, it's funny.

he thinks he's invisible to you. but you catch a glimpse of his figure amongst the crowd, his hair peeking out from odd places. you notice the decreasing number of underwear you own, you notice the absence of your favorite pen, the random paper you doodled on gone from your desk.

it was funny, at first. you humoured him. but it quickly got frustrating.

so you did what any other person would do and cornered him. it was to confront him on his creepy and perverted behaviour at first, sure, but you got sidetracked. and no one can blame you. they'd understand if they were in your shoes.

he's soo cute, you think. his hands fidgeting, ears red. his eyes on anywhere but your own. so small compared to you. the mission at hand long forgotten.

he cries out, the sound jumping off the empty halls. everybody's long gone. he shrieks every time you touch him, his body trembling. pretty tears streaming down his face, staining his cheeks as he begs you to properly touch him.

please, please touch him. pull at his skin, shove your fingers down his throat, just touch him, anywhere. you've edged him for too long, he just needs a little push, please. he'll do everything you tell him to do, your obedient, personal stalker. so please, stop teasing him and fill him up.

and to his luck, you do. you fill him up so good, you fit so snugly in him. he's whining when it's just the tip, moaning out how he's going to be such a good boy, how he's going to be your personal whore. you can degrade him, call him names and insult him and watch as he bucks his hips at every word coming out your mouth. such a pervert.

he doesn't follow you after that, your stuff back in their place. feels weird, you didn't think he'd give up so easily.

the next time you see him, he's at your doorstep already fumbling his words. he didn't give up, not yet.

I normally don't post the things I write here but something possessed me

[sunshines-child]

[woof-verine]

no thoughts, just Logan in one of Wade’s crop tops because it’s laundry day (and definitely not just because he wants to get under Wade’s skin), and the thin t-shirt material stretches over his pecs juuuuust right and exposes the tastiest three inch expanse of hairy midriff. and he’s wearing low slung sweat pants.

but other than that, no thoughts.

[proshipdni]

guess who just remembered they hav picsart on their phone

[mothoscope]

Been a while since I've drawn these dumbasses.

[sk-eleto]

[4rcta]

- The curse of immortality -

[smimon]

Quick photo redraw which turned into slow photo redraw which turned into slow lighting study (?)

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

18+, MDNI

Imagining playfully flirting with Ring, not really meaning anything by it, but it means the world to him. And you keep giving him more.

Thinking he's cute, loving his reactions when he gets flustered, so you keep telling him how handsome he is. Touching his shoulder and gently holding his hand. Each time his face turns red and he does his best to look unaffected. Honestly being more interested in one of the Crown, but not minding having some fun with Ring.

Little do you know that every single romantic gesture means so much more to him than you could possible imagine. His heart beats out of his chest and he thinks it must be real love. That he must be in love, and that you must be too. Why else would you look into his eyes so sincerely, and look so happy when you saw him, and rest your hand on his chest?

It's on a whim when you kiss him. Cupping his cheek with your hand so softly and how he immediately turns pink and his eyes light up. How could you not press your lips against his? And steal his first kiss. Something happens in his brain. And you're suddenly the one.

It's all fun and games until one day your teasing escalates far too quickly. But it's perfectly fine. You were alright with a one-night stand with him. But something in him snaps when you sink yourself onto him and take his ultimate first. And you finally notice this time.

He's thrusting fast into you. Panting in your ear. Going at a feral pace. Possesively wrapping his arms around you. For the first time, he's not shy and you aren't in control. It's all you can do to hold him as tight as you can, the one thing grounding you, as you whine his name over and over and your eyes widen from the intensity. He kisses your ear, whispering how he knew you were the one. How he's so lucky to have you and is never going to let you go. How he can't wait to marry you.

Probably accidentally inspired by this post

[redrandomposts]

another au idea floating in my head

AU where ivan time travels back to pre-meteor shower after his death. he now definitely knows that till would never pick him over mizi so with all the knowledge he gained from the past life, he manages to pull a miracle and get all four of them out of anakt garden safely. mizi was definitely hard to convince so ivan had to, um, kindly shatter her innocent worldview and now both sua and till hate him for making mizi sad lmao but that's fine, they're getting out of there. what's two more people ending up hating him, honestly ?

and by some other miracle, the children were found by human rebels. they're taken in, clothed, fed, and are now essentially free from the aliens.

ivan sees this as his job being done and starts to slowly drift away from the other three. now that theyre free and not being prepped like lambs for slaughter, he doesn't have anything to offer them anymore. what other use could they have for him, really ? so he just floats around the human base, distracting himself by making himself as useful as possible to the other humans

(the other humans are just incredibly worried about this blank-eyed kid who looks like he wants to be hugged so fucking bad but also like he would crumble into dust the moment someone touched him, but ivan's a stubborn bastard who wont listen to anybody so they give him easy tasks in order to keep an eye on him)

the adults take notice of the now strained dynamics between ivan, sua, and till and how mizi is caught in the middle and try to help the kids sort through their feelings.

idk maybe sua wont give a fuck since all she cares abt is mizi but mizi would definitely want to repair the broken bridges bc these are her friends :( and ivan has definitely risked a lot to bring them to safety, hasnt he ? it's unfair how sua and till were being mean to him all because he made mizi cry.

but then there's till. would he try to make amends for mizi's sake ? or would he look even further away from ivan out of guilt ? who knows.

(and imagine the other three start to get memories of their past life through flashbacks and dreams later on lmao)

— 🌦️

me: ooh! a concept! what would u like me to do with this?

🌦️: ideas!!

me: here's your half-a-fanfiction that will make you shed tears!

i have no idea how it happened, by the way. it just did.

===

the escape is rocky at best—ivan was just barely able to get till up in time last time. the only thing keeping this from falling apart is probably of his past experience and fantasies that never came to fruition.

before till or sua, he'd get mizi first, except she has the most security around her; her owner treated her as a precious princess, after all. he's forced to get till then sua (who posed quite a problem, too), and have them both witness his struggle in getting mizi to come along. sua would be a massive help in persuasion, maybe even till, but ivan had uet to disable the chips in those two that set off alarms whenever a certain place was breached. it'd be more efficient if all three of them were gathered while he turned those off.

it's no surprise the animosity that comes from both of them as he rips off the bandage that had been blinding mizi, losing her oh-so-precious smile in favor of tears. sua whisper yelled at him, beating him down for daring to make mizi cry and why were they doing this anyway? till joined in, too, and ivan was barely able to divert the guard's attention.

they do manage to leave successfully, though. it's nothing short of a miracle—sua and till's glares digging into his back, mizi's muffled sobs barely getting by security... it takes a few hours longer than the last life, too.

that's a shame. ivan would have liked to see the meteor shower again.

running across the fields, it's ivan who sees them first. he has to he diligent; he's the leader, the one in front, he's the oldest, and the other two are focused on mizi and her tears.

human rebels. ivan knew they existed, but he's never seen them in his past life. they are driving in motorcycles down the dusty road. he calls out to them, eyes wide and hopefully projecting an innocence he's lost before he went to anakt garden.

would this have been an opportunity he and till would have had in that life?

===

before, ivan would have assumed that till and sua would ease up on their fervent hate of him. tears weren't especially special, considering the life they had led—that ivan had led. while no one had cried for him, he knew that they cried for others, and an awful lot at that too.

a month later, as sua purposefully took the last sweet treat on the tray, glaring at him, all he could think was hypocrite. sua had made mizi cry the hardest, and would have had he not pulled them out so soon.

and when till screamed and beat him down whenever ivan tried to get near him or dares to talk to him, sparing no mercy as he expended his entire vocabulary on ivan, ivan... wished he could say he didn't care too much.

ivan looks at the adults and wonders how they thought of the messy situation. witnessing how the two children bullied the one they assumed was the leader, in defense of someone who didn't really need nor want it. watching how they guarded one from another, effectively isolating him. noticing how they took the happiness the rebels had tried so hard to make and provide from him.

ivan doesn't know, nor does he want to know, but everytime he sees a sweet pastry on his bed—well, it's impossible not to make a conjecture.

the adults have tried to meddle. in fact, mizi—their sun, their light of their life, their god—had tried to meddle. it's fruitless, though; till nor sua will let ivan get a word in, even if the adults are there, and they're thoroughly convinced ivan had managed to manipulate mizi into intervening.

ivan stopped in front of a cracked open door when he heard shouting. he and the others had split rooms, leaving him alone in the smaller one. "guys, ivan isn't that bad! he got all of us out, that day, he must've been stressed too!"

"he couldn't have done it nicer?" sua grumbled.

"he doesn't know how to be nice," till countered, equally upset. "ivan's no good news, mizi. it's better if you stay away. he might—he might steal your things and beat you up."

"glad we can agree on one thing."

"that's ridiculous! you're ridiculous! it's just a bit of tears, it doesn't mean a lot, guys!"

"you never cried before," sua pointed out, eyes narrowed. "stop defending him, mizi. ivan doesn't deserve it."

===

ivan stands alone in the field, looking at the night sky and trying to conjure the lyrics he had written so long ago. it's been a few years since the escape, and on the anniversary each year he'd go to see if there's a meteor shower and sing the songs that marked death.

at the age of ten, they'd manage to escape anakt garden; all four of them. at fifteen, ivan finds that he's forgotten both songs he'd sung on stage for aliens to listen and for till to hear. it's not that big a problem, except he can't recall what sua would look like on the day of her death, either, nor what dress mizi wore when she disappeared, nor how till looked when he sang that song for mizi.

maybe it'd be easier to imagine if they let him near then in this life. instead, in the five years he's been here, it's mostly ivan doing odd jobs alone around the base when he can. he lessens the work on till and sua and mizi by taking it upon himself to do it first. the rest of them don't say anything about it anymore.

not too far away, in his own room, till shoots out of bed, forehead dripping sweat. his eyes are wide, brain working overtime, yet he can only catch fleeting parts of his nightmare—a missing poster.

===

ivan is twenty, ten years since their escape, and nearly every memory from his first life erased. he desperately grasps onto a meteor shower, one that he missed in this life, but he's not an artist who can immortalize the scene. he wishes he could, he does, and as he stands outside, his last memory leaves him.

ivan's long stopped trying to grasp at the melody of black sorrow or the lyrics of cure, so he's silent as he looks up.

ivan doesn't go back to the base. he can't stand another round of shots in the heart, not when he lost his final memory. he doesn't know where he will go, but it's not here.

on earth, he'd officially be an adult. today, he feels as though he's a little child who lost his parents forever.

=====

OH MY GOD I MIGHT CRY WHAT THE HELL

what devil possessed me

FUCK IM CRYING

sua starts the whole "ivan doesn't deserve it" and till follows her lead. crowd mentality, ig, till has some doubts but mizi holds a higher place in his heart.

the adults don't get too close, because ivan doesn't let them, but they do remind him that he has a place in the base. candies, pastries, clothes, and toys are left in his room by them when they notice he's particularly feeling down. it's concerning how much this occurs.

ivan starts to lose his memories because he largest wish—give till freedom—has been completed. meanwhile, a deeper and more silent wish to be loved causes the other three to regain their memories. unfortunately, ivan runs away before that one comes true.

ivan says he feels like a child when he loses that last memory — that's because he never grew up after going back in time. his maturity came from the memories, and without them he is a lost child.

on the last night, till's last memory he gained is actually r6, when ivan dies for him. he gets up immediately to find him, except he's nowhere to be found.

perhaps in a sequel till goes to find ivan and they make up—or, perhaps in a sequel ivan is found dead or captured.

scrapped scene:

"ivan, you're the reason they managed to escape, right?"

"yes..."

"what would you change? if you had to escape again?"

"i'd want to see the meteor shower. we missed it because it took too long to get out of the garden."

"i see. how'd you know about the meteor shower?"

"...hyuna told me."

[shadamypositivity]

She’s so popular ~

[elmelowen]

Sonic doodle I'm still proud of like what was I on

[devxoid]

redraw thats been all over twitter lately

original pic:

[pa-pa-patato]

Bendy…..doesn’t know how he looks like…. Yes he seen himself in mirrors countless times but… he just can’t ..see himself…he looks normal for split second but after …his facial features just get more and more messed up until bendy can’t keep looking at himself anymore

So bendy doesn’t know how he looks like. And sometimes….he’s afraid to look

[slaughterfreak]

tangerine, sugar, honey, sweet

[xdantesinfernox]

CEO Sentinel Prime x Bloodmoon (OC) "Fine Print"

After a rough day of work sentinel waves off Arachnid to go get him his usual coffee, and tells her to take the "scenic route" and she's out of his office quick. His office is lavish with deep oak tones, and the cleanest desk top you can almost see your reflection in it. He wouldn't accept anything less. He clapped his servos together and dimmer, more moody lights came on. He had finished his final business meeting that day, and was looking forward to releasing some needed tension, his helm already pounding.

"Ms. Moon, meet me in my office." The phone-in speaker snapped Bloodmoon out of her hyperfocused trance, taking her optics off of her desktop screen and adjusting them to take in what she now realized was the evening sun. She was so honed in on finishing her work she didn't even realize it was 6pm, everyone was already gone. She quickly saved her document before sitting up from her desk chair and letting out a deep sigh, not realizing how tired she was. She wasn't done with her work, opting to leave her belongings at her desk so she could come back after Sentinel was done with her. Oh Primus, what does he want with her? The anxiety began creeping in. She's never been called out directly by Sentinel before, not even for their quarterly performance evaluation, so a heavy air hung above her as she walked to his office, red-bottom heels clicking against the gleaming tiled floor. A gentle knock echoed against the hardwood door, "Come in." Sentinel's deep baritone voice commanded, and she let herself in.

There was a comforting warmth surrounding her as she stepped into his office, a musky scent faintly wafting in the air, the darkness of the room mixed with the low lighting helped put her racing mind at ease. "You wanted to see me, sir?" She gripped her wrist in her other servo to try and steady the shaking of her nerves. It was hard to keep his gaze as those piercing blue eyes watched her every move. She felt pinned in place. "Please, take a seat." He gestured to one of the two chairs placed in front of his desk, and Bloodmoon hesitantly shuffled to one, arms held close to her body, trying to take up as little space as possible in the vastness of the room. She had to force her optics up to meet his own as he stared her down, a pondering look on his face. "For such a hard worker, you have no confidence in yourself." He stated with a smirk.

The blatant reading took the wind out of Bloodmoon, leaving her half way breathless. "E-Excuse me?" She didn't expect to be psycho-analyzed by her boss the second she first steps into his personal office. Sentinel stood up from his large desk chair (clearly custom made to fit his large frame), and leisurely strolled to peer out of one of the glass paned windows that surrounded his office. "I've seen how hard you work," He began pacing slowly, "You stay long after hours to finish your work, come in early to prepare for the day, even take on your peers work just to help out," he followed along the wall of windows, setting sunlight glaring off the polished plating of his face, "I'm impressed." He continued pacing until he reached the paneling behind Bloodmoon, out of her line of sight.

Bloodmoon swallowed with apprehension. "Thank you, sir." Her spark bloomed with pride as the words of praise flowed through her audials, a small smiled plastered across her face. She stared ahead at the engraved name plate on his desk, shining gold in the dim light, 'CEO Sentinel Prime'. She wonders what it'd take to be a successful CEO like him.

"I'd like to promote you to be my personal secretary," He graciously offered, turning his focused optics away from the skyline to give his full attention to his best employee. Bloodmoon felt her spark drop, pulse racing as she turned to finally look Sentinel in his optics. "R-Really?" She couldn't believe it. She'd only been working in the office for 6 months at this point, there's no way she'd be up there with the long-time veterans to be deserving of a promotion. "Absolutely. You've brought some needed gusto to our team that I haven't seen in years. Our productivity has been up 50% since your hiring date," He threw in a white lie, just enough to fuel that lacking confidence Bloodmoon fell victim to. He couldn't have a sad, pathetic secretary trying to lick his boots every minute of the day. He needed someone who knew their worth, even if that worth was far below him.

"I…. I don't know what to say… When… When do I start?" She stuttered out as she watched Sentinel briskly walk back to behind his desk, pulling out a stack of papers from a drawer, "All you have to do is sign and date here and here." He pointed with adept digits, showing a warm smile as he handed an ink pen to Bloodmoon. The top page noted an incredible raise in salary, so much so there's no way anyone could say no to an offer like this, especially not when rent was due next week. Flipping through the other pages and skimming over them, she couldn't stop herself from taking this opportunity. She didn't hesitate to grab the pen from his servo, trying her best to ignore the immense warmth radiating from the extension of his arm alone, and watched as the red ink signed her name and date.

She went to hand back the borrowed ink pen, until she felt the firm grasp of Sentinel's servo around her wrist pulling her up and across his desk, landing with her back against his chassis on his lap in his chair. "HEY, WHAT'RE YOU-" Her words were cut off with Sentinel's digits shoved into her intake, oral lubricant coating them as her glossa pushed against the intrusion. His other servo held her against him by her waist, the heat of his frame making her internal fans click on unconsciously. His vents against her audials made her shiver with anticipation…

She could hear the stupid smirk on his face when he whispered against her, "You should have read the fine print." --- SOMETHING CAME OVER ME OKAY IDK WHAT HAPPENED I THOUGHT ABOUT CEO SENTINEL TOO HARD AND GOT POSSESSED LKASJDHFAKJSD

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