#sooo i found another ship to think about

[freakinthefridge]

guys. labru

[zorosangell]

hii i just viewed ur intro and omg we have the same favs !! they’re both so silly i love them smm. this idea has been in my mind for like the past month, what would zoro be like with reader who’s the exact opposite of him? she’s super sweet, gentle, patient, etc,..

i can imagine reader speaking for zoro because of how rude he can get, or zoro getting frustrated bc of how kind she is to others but ofc u don’t have to do this, and always take ur time!

⛥ﾟ・。 sweetheart

synopsis: after winning a candlelit dinner for two, zoro tries his best to ask you out... though you don't seem to catch the hint.

cw: i think i got a cavity writing this, fluffy fluff, lovey zoro, in-love zoro, tender zoro, lovesick zoro, sprinkle of jealous zoro, reader's a bit dense (not bimbo territory but close enough), reader is adorable.

a/n: i genuinely believe he would be sooo awkward in a romantic setting. i love suave zoro down bad but awkward zoro holds a special place in my heart

"Zoro, don't let me go!" you squealed, eyes screwing shut as your body went stiff as a board.

"I have to let you go," he chuckled, an amused smirk rising to his lips at your panic. "How else are you gonna learn?"

"No! No, no, no, no! I'm not ready!"

"You can always just stand up if you sink. Ready?"

"No!"

"3... 2... 1—"

"No, I can't do it!"

"Wait, don't—!"

Another shriek of terror ripped from your lips as your hand shot up to grab the swordsman by the arm, yanking him into the water with a large splash as your body began to sink.

Swiftly, Zoro rose to his feet, shaking the salt water out of his eyes as he quickly yoked you out of the shallows by your ankle, raising you up with one arm.

"Did ya have to take me with you this time?" he huffed, brows flattened.

The moment you came up, you took in a large gasp of air, letting out a few harsh coughs as you frantically attempted to catch your breath.

The action banished all playfulness from the man, and instead sent a sharp pang of fear through his chest.

"Hey, hey, hey," he softened, shifting his grip to hold you bridal style, lightly patting your back. "Easy. Did you open your mouth again?"

You nodded, wheezing as you swiped a few soaking strands of hair from your face.

'Nice going, (y/n)...'

The swordsman was supposed to be teaching you how to swim, but now, not only did you embarrass yourself once again—for the fourteenth time, to be exact—but you looked like a drowned rat doing it.

"Oh, gosh, Zoro, I'm so sorry!" you apologized, finally able to speak. "I just got so nervous and before I knew it I was falling and—!"

"Hey, it's alright. That's what practice is for," he assured, carefully lowering you to your feet.

With a sigh, you hopped down, wringing out your hair with an annoyed huff.

It brought a smile to the swordsman's face.

You were so adorable.

Your puffed cheeks.

Your soaked hair.

Your furrowed brows.

You looked like a wet kitten; one he wanted to squeeze and pinch the cheeks of.

"You wanna try again?" he suggested.

"I don't think I can," you sighed, glancing at the setting sun. "It's getting dark and I promised Nami I'd help her out with her hair."

A proud grin found its way onto your lips, Zoro's heart adding an extra beat to its rhythm at the sight.

"She's got a hot date tonight, so me an' Robin are gonna help her pull out all the stops," you released your hair, allowing it to swish past your shoulders. "But you can walk back to the ship with me if you want."

That reminds him...

'Shit.'

"Uh... yeah," he nodded, awkwardly glancing around.

As you continued to fiddle with your strands, he discreetly tugged a flyer and two tickets out his swim trunks, looking over the sopping wet papers for about the hundredth time.

ONE TIME OFFER ONLY: CANDLELIT DINNER UNDER THE STARS

Want to have a special night with a special someone? Want to make magical memories that'll last a lifetime? Enter our island's annual Tournament of Strength!

Whoever can lift the most wins an all-expenses-paid dinner on the beach under the stars!

(Formal attire required. Officials are not responsible for any injuries retained during the competition)

Zoro had competed in the tournament earlier that day, and to say he won by a landslide was an understatement.

He won by a hospital building.

Literally.

He uprooted and bench-pressed the local hospital.

The swordsman knew no one on the little, out-of-the-way island was beating that, and he needed those tickets.

But now that he had them in his hand, a new sensation he'd never known before suddenly introduced itself to his stomach.

Nerves.

Roronoa Zoro... the notorious pirate hunter... the man with a bounty over a billion... the man known throughout the seas for his ruthlessness... was scared to ask out a girl.

It was almost laughable, were he not so frustrated with himself.

'C'mon! It's just (y/n)! Man up and do it!'

With a sigh, he glanced at you, noticing you were still distracted by your swimsuit.

Perfect.

Whistling, he dropped the flyer in the ocean, allowing the waves to slowly carry it toward you.

"Huh?" you raised a brow, feeling something brush against your leg. "A piece of paper?"

Bending down, you picked it up, being mindful of its wetness as you didn't want it to tear.

"Huh? Oh, man. People really need to learn how to pick up after themselves," Zoro nodded, trying and failing to feign ignorance.

'Idiot!'

"Yeah, I can't stand it when people litter," you agreed, completely oblivious.

"Yeah, totally. It's the worst," he rested his hands on his hips. "But... what's the paper? Something important?"

"Nah. It's just an event flyer."

"An event flyer?"

"Yeah, I'm surprised someone dropped it. All the girls in town were gushing about it earlier today."

"Yeah... what do you think about it?"

"I think someone probably got excited and dropped the flyer."

"Not that. What do you think about the flyer?"

"The flyer? Um... I think it's nice. I like the little star designs on the corners."

"No, not that. The—"

"Hey, sweetness," a random man appeared out of nowhere, eyeing you up. "I've been meaning to talk to you."

Turning around, you raised a brow, pointing to yourself.

"Me?"

"Who the hell are you?" Zoro asked, not bothering to extinguish the annoyance in his voice.

"I'm just a guy who'd like to talk to the lady for a moment," he glanced to you, flashing a sleazy smile. "If that's alright?"

"Oh, sure, I guess," you shrugged, turning back to the swordsman. "Be back in a sec, Zoro."

"(y/n), I—"

But the two of you had already walked off, forcing the swordsman to let out a groan of frustration.

None of this would be happening if you just manned up...

'Shut it.'

Not wasting a second, Zoro trailed after you both, hanging back a good distance so you didn't notice him.

You walking off with another man left a bad taste in his mouth, especially given your innately trusting nature.

It wasn't that he believed you couldn't handle yourself, or were weak in any way, he just preferred to be safe rather than sorry.

Besides, he didn't mind acting as your bodyguard.

Enjoyed it, actually.

Other than Luffy, Zoro didn't trust anyone to protect you to the fullest and farthest extent that he did.

And that wasn't even a dig to his crew.

Many just thoroughly misunderstood the lengths this man was willing to go to... the pain he was willing to put himself through, for you.

Except for his captain.

When you and the man finally came to a stop, Zoro stopped as well, watching intently as the two of you talked.

"A date?!" you exclaimed, shocked.

"Yeah, sweetness," the rando nodded, grinning widely. "I've been watchin' you all day, and have been meaning to ask."

"First of all, I would prefer if you'd stop calling me that. My name is (y/n). And second, I don't know you that well...?"

"Mark," he filled in for you.

"Mark... we've just met. And I'm sorry but I just don't really feel comfortable going on a date with you."

"I know that, sweetness, but we could always get to kn—"

As the man's eyes flicked past your head, his blood ran cold, gaze suddenly locked with the first mate of the Strawhat crew.

Zoro was furious, sizing him up with a glare reserved only for those guilty of unforgivable crimes in his eyes.

This crime in particular making the poor bastard deserving of capital punishment.

"Ugh, it's (y/n)," you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest at his failure to listen, completely oblivious to the war going on behind you. "Jeez..."

"Sorry, sweetness!" he blurted, quickly turning around and speed walking away.

"You don't have to apologize for asking, but at least get my name right!" you called after him.

With perfect timing, Zoro walked up to stand beside you, returning your smile to your face.

"Hey! Sorry about that. That guy was super weird," you sighed, turning to him and allowing your shoulders to sink. "I've really gotta get going now. Nami's gonna kill me if I don't help her."

You moved to step around him, about to break into a half-jog/half-sprint.

It was now or never...

"Wait, (y/n)," Zoro stopped you, quickly grabbing your wrist.

You halted, raising a brow and glancing at him with a confused expression.

"Hm? What's up?"

Inhaling through his nose, the swordsman took a deep breath, calming his racing heart.

"That flyer... the one I was asking you about earlier... it was mine," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "I was holding onto it because I wanted to ask you about it."

Intrigued, you completely turned to face him, tilting your head.

"Ask me about it?"

He nodded, a faint tinge of red rising from his neck to his cheeks.

"Why?"

"Well... I won the contest... and got the tickets to the fancy dinner..."

Your eyes widened slightly, becoming starry.

"And I wanted to know if you wanted to... possibly go with me... tonight?"

Tensing his muscles, he braced himself for anything.

A punch.

A scoff.

A harsh no.

But to his surprise, you did none of those things, instead letting out a giddy squeal as you nearly jumped on top of him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"Of course!" you cheesed, utterly over the moon. "Zoro, I'd love to! Oh, my gosh, are you kidding?!"

He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist, a wide grin stretching across his lips as his shoulders sank with relief.

Thank God...

"I have the perfect dress in mind! That blue one I bought in town today! No, wait! The green one! It'll match your hair!"

Suddenly, you gasped, remembering something deathly important.

"Crap! Nami's hair! I forgot!"

Quickly, the swordsman put you down, allowing you to give him a big peck on the cheek before you broke into a sprint.

"I'll see you later tonight, Zo! I can't wait!" you waved, your smile blinding as you began to weave through umbrellas and other beach-goers.

And, if one were to look closely, you could see hearts in the swordsman's eyes.

Zoro had it baaad, no doubt about it.

And he'd gotten to the point where he honestly didn't even care anymore.

He'd allow you to gush all over him and chat to your heart's content if it meant he could see that smile again, and see you so unabashedly happy.

You were a sweetheart, and deserved the world.

And he'd be damned if he didn't try his hardest to give it you.

[xoxochb]

could you write abt a daughter of hecate reader shipped with luke castellan? except that it’s before he turned evil, and it’s very very cutesy - sneaking out at 3am to meet, holding hands under the table, laughing as they spar etc etc. i don’t have anything particular in mind, but i would love to see this (also you asked for reqs sooo 🥰

-🔮

⋆·˚ ༘ * sweet peace

warnings: established relationship, pre tlt so reader stays in hermes cabin pairing: luke castellan x daughter of hecate a/n: I needed to get my mind of all this crazy shit so I decided to finish this up

i. sneaking out

you were woken from your peaceful slumber when a hand shakes your shoulder and your name repeatedly being whispered. you groan into your pillow but the culprit doesn’t stop, instead flipping you over on your back. your eyes flutter open to admittedly- your favorite sight. now not so much ‘favorite’

“what do you want, luke?”

he cracks a grin when your eyes open. “I want to go out”

your brows furrow. “go out? It’s the middle of the night!”

“exactly!”

you pout and sit up, facing luke. “nights are for sleeping. I’m not sure if you knew that”

luke’s grin turns into a smirk. you don’t know if you want to kiss him or hit him. “you’ve told me a few times”

an angry glare appears on your face. luke laughs

“I am not ‘going out’ in the middle of the night just because you want to”

“I’ll get you a few extra strawberries at breakfast”

you sigh and throw your hands up dramatically. “okay, fine. let me get a sweatshirt”

luke holds a hand out for you to take, which you do gratefully. you lean into luke, lips almost touching but you whisper an ‘I will remember that offer’ before walking away to search for one of your luke’s sweatshirts

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you arrive minutes later at your destination: a secluded area near the lake. you recognize this location as the place where you and luke first met. you had just gotten claimed by your mother, upset because she didn’t have a cabin for her demigod offsprings. luke found you skipping rocks and sat beside you as you informed him as to why you were in the disappointed mood

he listening attentively as you ranted about the situation and he spoke comforting words to help you overcome your struggles. you were thankful to have him by your side as you were still new to camp. and you later had him confess he was following you like a creep

luke guides you back against a tree, kissing you once almost eagerly before you place a hand to his chest and pull away

“if you dragged me out here just to make out I’m going to kill you and bury your body under this very ground we stand on”

“you’d miss me”

you shrug. “I’d visit you”

“then when I don’t respond?”

you frown. “then maybe I’d miss you”

luke smiles and kisses you again. once, and then twice before he pulls back. a soft smile appears on your face at luke’s look of tenderness. you cup his face and run your thumb over his scar before leaving gentle kisses along it. you feel his face heat up at the action. you pull back and luke takes this moment to bury his face in your neck, arms around your waist, yours around his shoulders

this was definitely better than sleeping

ii. breakfast

although your lack of sleep the previous night was disappointing you couldn’t help the bright smile on your face. a plate full of strawberries in front of you, an absolute dream in your eyes. luke watched lovingly as you ate each red berry, not understanding how it was humanly possible for you to eat sixteen of them in under five minutes

“I’m starting to think you like those strawberries more than me” luke jokes

“maybe. maybe not” you shrug

“should I be worried?”

you purse your lips before biting another berry. “strawberries are inanimate, therefore they can’t kiss me back”

“what’re you saying?”

“I’m saying I would chose you over strawberries. although they do come close to first”

“are you saying you love me, moonbeam?”

you sigh. “I’m saying I like kissing you”

luke frowns. “you hurt my heart”

“you should visit the infirmary then, they’ll fix you right up”

“I love you too”

luke takes your hand underneath the table intertwining them and giving it a gentle squeeze, causing a grin to form on your lips. you run your thumb over his knuckles as a reciprocation

he was definitely better than strawberries

[posts-from-pluto]

Humans are weird - life expectancy

Quinn always found the idea of figuring out how they would spend their time if they only had two-hundred years to live to be an interesting hypothetical. There were animals out there who lived such short lifespans after all, though none of the ones they had encountered had the mental capacity to develop long-term goals, but if they could what would they choose to do? It was one of their favorite questions to ask to get to know someone, what they prioritize.

Or at least it was until they met Edith, a researcher part of a species that had just barely begun their existence as space-faring creatures, more importantly: a species that struggled to even make it to a hundred, let alone two-hundred years old.

...The end of her first day was rather awkward, I mean how could they have possibly known that that species would just so happen to be the first ones with such a short lifespan that had managed to make it into space.

Lords it was awful, remembering it still makes them wish they had the same memory issues as the Soweps

----

After being shown around the Cultural-Exchange Station, (C.S. for short), Edith decided to go join Quinn in the Lounge. A good, casual chat to get to know one of the people she would be spending at least the next few years with seemed like a good way to spend her first day aboard. What could possibly go wrong? It wasn't like there was much else she could do, unfortunately. Quinn had made it quite clear that she didn't have to couldn't start work until the next week, something about giving her time to 'get settled before entrusting her with a position on the team'.

Under normal circumstances, that would've been great... but now? After she just spent a week trapped alone on a ship without the ability to do anything productive? She'd be damned if she was going to spend another minute of her day just sitting around alone in an unfamiliar bedroom with weird furniture. Fixing her room could wait until tomorrow. She just had to go do something, anything that wasn't using her sitting by herself in that room. She walked over to one of the terminals to pull up the way to the lounge, or at least what she assumed was the lounge given the fact that nothing was labelled, before heading off to find Quinn. Hoping that her horrible sense of direction wouldn't embarrass her on her very first day.

She made off towards the general direction of the area on the map, passing by numerous rooms with widely different appearances from one that seemed oddly... cave-like? to another that would fit in more in an aquarium than it does a space station, or atleast what you'd expect in a human one anyways. Turning the corner into the maze of long corridors, Edith continued straight, which luckily, was in fact the way to the main lounge area.

Edith: "Hi Quinn!" She shouted from halfway across the room as she walked towards the couch they were sitting on.

Quinn: Hey, did you need something?

*Carefully choosing her spot to not make them uncomfortable, Edith sat on the other side of the couch*

Edith: Nope, I just wanted to walk around a bit. Get to know everyone better and stretch my legs a bit more, you know?

Quinn: Oh okay that's cool.... How's setting up your room going?

Edith: I haven't started yet. I'm still thinking about where I'm going to put everything.

Quinn: Not at all because you're procrastinating???

Edith: *GASP* How could you accuse me of such a thing? I would never~~~

Quinn:... That reminds me I never got around to asking,

How would you spend your life if you only had 200 years to live?

Edith: where did that come from?

Quinn: We were talking about procrasination and that got me thinking about time which made me remember I didn't ask you about how'd you'd spend 200 years. It's just something I ask everyone.

Quinn:...sooo I know it 's a really short amount of time but how would you spend it?

Edith: short???

Quinn: Yeah??? Am I missing something here?

Edith: .... Humans generally only live 80ish years naturally. Like at most some people make it into their hundreds but that's extremely rare

Quinn: ....oh

Edith: .... yeaaah

Quinn: I just remembered I actually have to go work on some very long paperwork- *They rush to get up, nearly tripping over their own legs* -I'll see you later! *They continued as they started speed walking away, the look on their face told her that they'd probably be running if it wouldn't make things more awkward*

Edith could barely stop herself from bursting out laughing at the scene... She'd have to tease them about that later....

Hmmm.....Good ways to answer how'd she'd spend 200 years???

....Annoying them?

Well She'd have plently of time to think about it while she unpacked.

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Side note: This was going to be an angsty conversation between the two of them but the second I started writing the first bit the idea of it being one of the first questions Quinn asked Edith popped into my head and it just took on it's own life so I hope you enjoyed this instead :)

[kaciidubs]

sooo....i have returned with more crazy shit 😋

i dunno if you read,write,or like tarophilia or whatever its called. its like monster sex basically or just fairlytale sex in general i think.

but anyway i wanted to ask for alien!jisung with human!fem!reader? like a ship crashed into the forest next to readers home in the forest so she went to check it out. when she looked it was an alien boy. brown curly hair with black glasses perched on their nose with a stripped sweater and black sweatpants. she felt bad for him because he was bleeding from his head. she took him in and helped his wounds. after waiting he woke up. they talked since he asked what happened and ended up being friends (kind of)

after months of being friends then best friends, they got together. they were happy and reader liked her alien boyfriend. and jisung liked his human girlfriend. a bit later into the relationship they realized they never had sex. just making out and grinding. no more than that. but one day jisung wanted to eat out reader. she let him of course and when the sweet taste of her cunt hits his tongue he lost it. he went tongue deep into her tight hole. purple tongue trying to find the source of the sweet treat. while reader whimpered and whined about it being too much and telling him to slow down. clenching hard around his tounge. after hours of being down there and reader once again whining about it being too much and no more, he says "jus' one more baby. ill stop after yeah?" before going back tongue deep into her with his pale purple tongue. (he ends up being down there for another hour :])

(p.s. if you dont like this type of stuff it’s totally fine! i was half asleep doing this so dont feel bad and do it anyway since its long :] if you couldnt tell i have a oral fixation ˙𐃷˙)

-🪼

My darling jellyfish nonnie, I love this thought so much - also, I'm 100% a monster fucker [as shown by my Naga! Minho spooktober fic, plus the fact that I'd go on all fours for Werewolf! Chris in a heartbeat] so Alien! Jisung is right up my alley!!

I don't even know how I could expand on this other than sharing more horny-ish thoughts about it; like the fact that not only is his tongue purple, but it's long and he seems to produce more saliva than necessary - since, you know, he's an alien and all.

How the first time reader found that she had more than platonic feelings for Alien! Jisung, was when he discovered the joy of cheesecake and whipped cream - the pure joy that illuminated his face after the first bite, followed by the ecstasy after he finished his piece and looked at her with round eyes that begged for more.

Perhaps their first kiss, how it came about after watching Howl's Moving Castle [or, rewatching it, in her case] - the credits hadn't been running for more than two seconds before Jisung's face came into view and his lips were on hers. It didn't last long, and it was obvious that he didn't fully understand the connotation behind kissing when you questioned his very sudden, but not unwelcome, move. "Happy!" He'd reply, as small, fluttering chirping noises emanated from him - a sound she'd grown familiar with to understand it was something that occurred when he was, indeed, happy.

And then, it was when those timid, innocent touches of a curious first, actual, kiss turned into chasing that feeling of desire and need - the moment where best friends and something more became blurred, but neither one of them cared. It was when Jisung learned that feelings could be acted upon, that kissing wasn't the only way humans expressed their passion, and that maybe there weren't that many differences between your kind and his.

At least, not when it came to pleasure.

[mihii-i]

HEELELO i found a fellow ddlc fan AND they write femreader YES >:D personally i fricking love monika and yuri and i got a bunch of ideas i wanna write but im burnt out to a crisp currently sooo

headcanons of what makes monika warm and flustered since she doesn't really get shy that easily

yuri x really bubbly and loud reader headcanons

you don't have to do both or any but i really like your ddlc stuff <33

i hope you have a good day/night!!!

what gets monika flustered hcs.

Pairings: monika x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, hint of natsuri mentioned, none really, wuhluhwuh I can’t do this girls kissing warning anymore let’s go gambling gambling is that all u ever say I hate gamblinggggg, I hate homophobessssss, can I get more ddlc with female reader im so tired of seeing male reader male reader aaaa, screaming in lowercase because my cw are always in lowercase aaaaaa ofc not proofread these are fvcking headcanons, sorry lemme phrase that nicer, not proofread.

A/N: omg feel free to ask the yuri one in a seperate ask because I can’t do two different requests in one- BUT YES I DO FEM READER FOR DDLC we are in such a shortage of ddlc x female reader content when salvato himself literally ships the club members together and we know full well that most of the ddlc fandom rn is just depressed gay women (ngl some of the weird ddlc modders from 2018 made me wanna puke so it’s refreshing to be present with fem reader content now 🕯️

Oh my GOD like you said already, it’s rare to see Monika get flustered by pretty much anything, so either you’d have to try extra hard, or just find those little weak spots that make her happy.

Since she’s more accustomed to popularity and attention for a few brief moments, Monika would genuinely appreciate if you checked up on her often. Even if it’s just for small things. Like asking if she ate or if she needs any help with managing the club.

She doesn’t get all stutter-y per se, more like you can see her smile to herself and her cheeks dusted over with a light pink as she drags her heart pen across a blank page, cheek resting on her palm with that dreamy look burning in her emerald eyes.

Handholding is also another huge thing!!! (Yes ik handholding before marriage how scandalous)

Holding her hand in the hallway is one thing, but when you two are alone? That’s a whole new level of intimacy for her to be fair.

Monika seems to be the type of woman who prefers intimate moments to be sort of a display of affection and how close you two are, meaning that they can just be random little things that make her happy, rather than the usual extra cliché actions that are typically displayed to be intimate.

If you’re sitting next to her after school while she’s writing poetry in an empty classroom, leaning your head against her shoulder as you lace your fingers with her own, she will DEFINITELY be thinking of that moment for the whole day.

Another silly thing that isn’t ’traditionally romantic’ that gets her flustered has to be complimenting her poetry!

She also adores when you show interest in it, and even go as far as analyzing the metaphorical language and symbolism of her style, basking in the moment of you showing interest in something crafted by her own hand.

Especially cause it feels like you’re looking into her soul (which is what she puts into her poetic works), and trying to dig deeper to actively find out more about her, rather than being content with knowing just the surface level of who you would want her to be. And in her eyes, that’s practically the definition of love, and goes to show how much you truly love her.

LET ME TELL YOU do little things like buying her a drink from the vending machine or write a little heart on a poem you write for her and she’ll be so giddy inside it’s cute.

I also feel like she’d like it when you abruptly hug her from behind, since the feeling of your arms, whether they’re skinnier or thicker than hers would bring her comfort knowing you’re just squeezing her.

If I’m being so real right now, I feel like she gets flustered by almost everything you two do in private, since she has to keep up that popular ‘perfect’ girl front in the hallways.

OOH ONE I FORGOT TO MENTION Monika would make an exception to getting openly red in the face whenever you gush about her to the other club members, especially when she doesn’t know and they tell her about it!

It would go something like most likely Natsuki walking up to Monika—probably because you lost a bet to her for god knows what competitive bullshit you two were doing, and straight up tells her something along the lines of:

“Hey Monika, you know (Name) kept yapping about how you have the prettiest smile she’s seen? Also, I think you’ve got a huge fan of your poems now since she can’t shut up about them.”

To which Monika would try to quickly compose herself from her initially flushed state and spew out an uncharacteristically quick sentence like:

“Ah..tell her she’s more gorgeous than I could’ve imagined then!”

And this little pink gremlin would run back to tell you before going back to wherever she was next to Yuri.

yes I added a sprinkle of natsuri don’t complain about and just pretend it’s in a friendly way if you don’t ship it ig

Overall, I feel like Monika would just get flustered by any affection of yours done in a private setting that really conveys the depth of your love for her. <3

A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR LETTING TJIS MARINATE IN MY REQUESTS FOR TOO LONF OMG but honestly this was so cute and fun to write

But this may not be what exactly u asked for so I apologize 💔

nevertheless I hope you still enjoy the food yayyy <33

[h0neybane]

SONGS FOR ALL UR OC X CANON NEEDS (PT 1.)

heyyyyy im DOING THE THING!! feel free to use any of these!! i tried to use mostly songs that weren't super mainstream so you wouldn't run into any you found before!

if i can think of a specific character i will bold and color their name!

this one is rlly good for ships that used to be close but fell apart and are now reconnecting! also good for if one of them died because the artist wrote this about his late grandfather lol

literally. ACE. ACE TRAPPOLA. DO YOU SEEE THIS DO YOU SEE. "I BET YOU 20 BUCKS I'LL PUT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE" HE HE HIM? HIM? ITS HIM ITS. anyway this one's really fluffy and sweet!!

i feel like you could use Riddle or Trey for this!! since riddle has a sweet tooth already and trey literally makes sweets... also teeth

uh. for if your ship is freaky like that? LMFAO? the song is essentially two people who are stalking each other... ok this could definitely be a Rook song i'll be honest. HAHAHHAHA

you KNOW i had to add mitski. anyway admittedly this can also work as more a solo song but it reminds me SOOOO much of Jamil!!

SILVER!! SILVER!! SILVER!! THE DAY THAT I MET YOUUU I STAARTEED DREEEAMIIIINNNNNNNNN!! the softness of this song FITS HIM SOOO MUCH i can picture this in the bg of a dream youre sharing together. DO YOU SEE MY VISION!?!?!?!??

THIS SONG IS SOOOO JAZZY AND GREAT FOR A SHIP WHERE THE CHARACTERS R REALLY INTENSE ABOUT THEIR LOVE!! maybe Jade or Rook?

this one is soooooo good for if one of them is obsessed and on their knees for the other one. another jazzy one!

ok tumblr is starting to lag so im gonna continue in another post LOL

@taruruchi @honeyedpearcrushh @teighveepao @boopshoops @scint1llat3

@h2llish @viperbunnies @buttholesparkles @oya-oya-okay @cheerleaderman

@qsoap @angelwishess @gimmeurmoneyagh

[munipe]

helloo!! gosh im actually really new to the fandom and i have been enjoying your fics they're sooo well written!!

what about saiki and reader baking together?

and there's just these little moments where they accidentally brush fingers/hips, caught each other's eyes, or stare at the other a little bit too long that they messed up the batter they were stirring

just those little moments because i loveee the tension haha!! and maybe in the end the big moment would be saiki and the reader enjoying the sweet they made and then the reader casually wipes off a smudge of cream from the corners of saiki's mouth saying that he got something there before licking the cream themself and went right back to eating hahah!! and maybe then would saiki realise the gravity of his growing feelings for the reader

sorry this is so lengthy!! i just like to yap a little bit!!

Thank yoj so much, it’s so motivating to hear that people do enjoy my writing even if it’s something I do free-lanced-ly. 😭💜

My eyelash literally poked my lower lid at the right angle to prick me while I was writing this

Also yes, I did search up a strawberry cake recipe for this

Home ec. was already such a pain. His friends always pestered him; they were never good at baking. In hindsight, just agreeing to them probably would’ve let him avoid what he felt for you a little more—an undeniable ‘tolerance’ for one of the few people he’s accepted as part of his life. Your parents were friends, so clearly you two had to be friends by extension, tradition, if you will. Agreeing to your oh so gracious request to bake with you because your friend was absent, was a grave mistake.

The task was simple—a simple damned strawberry cake with four layers.

1.PREPARE THE CAKE(S)

“Can you pass me the butter milk and separate the egg yolks from the white?” You asked him as you opened and measured out some cake flour on a scale and measuring cup. Once it was measured, you grab another bowl while he hands you the butter milk. Your fingers brush momentarily—barely. You sift the flour in gently. As you do, he separates the yolks.

Truthfully, he doesn’t mind you running the ship. You seemed in your element— baking and murmuring gentle commands, it was almost cute. As you fold the flour in, he finally slips the egg yolks in.

“Mix it for me?” Though it was a statement, you proposed it like a question. He wouldn’t mind. He took the bowl and gently mixed it. He had to be careful, his strength could accidentally whip it too fast and god knows what could happen. As he mixes, you reach for the egg whites in another bowl that was to his right, arm dipping under his. He watches you, carefully. He’d be sure to erase your memory of this if you found out he was watching.

He watches as you whisk the egg whites into peaks, before adding in sugar. He wanted to point out that some of the puffy whites got on the corner of your mouth when you taste tested it after the sugar, but he didn’t—it was oddly endearing.

“Saiki, I think thats enough mixing,” you smile sheepishly at him, glancing at the batter he’s definitely been mixing too long. It wasn’t like it’d mess up the cake completely, but he didn’t want to be that guy in a group project. Wordlessly, he hands the batter over and watches you fold the whites in. For a moment, he finds himself seeing things. He sees you in the kitchen, bowl in hand, maybe a baby to your hip with maybe a dog barking—whatever you wanted. For a moment, he thinks he’s insane.

He is insane when he sees you make eye contact with him. “Something on my mouth?” You murmur. He points to the corner of your mouth. You huff and lick it away quickly before pouring the batter into a lined cake pan. Three more to go. So you both mixed and mixed away before putting the four cake batters into the ovens.

2.PREPARE THE FROSTING AND STRAWBERRIES

He was near death, he thinks. He had been tasked with cutting the strawberries, and sugaring them, while you were making the frosting—buttercream. You mixed it softly as he gently sliced strawberries. Soon, your hands were buttery, and his, full of strawberry juice.

“Opinions?” You offer him some of the buttercream on your finger. He wasn’t sure what to do—how to react. Yes, you two have been friends for years. Yes, you two have gotten comfortable enough to casually offer each other food. Yes, you two have fed each other out of boredom. No, he’s never licked butter cream off your finger.

Tentatively, he tastes the buttercream off of your finger. He tilts his head with thought.

‘Add another drop of vanilla extract’

He still doesn’t think he’ll reveal his powers to you—not yet. You nod and go back to making the butter cream. He stands, staring down at the strawberries. They were sliced, laid on a plate, sugar dusted over them. He looks back to you.

Wordlessly, he holds a strawberry slice to your lips. He watches as you bite down on it and take it in between your lips.

You hum as you chew. “Sweet.”

3.ASSEMBLE THE CAKE

After letting the cakes cool down properly, it was finally time to assemble the monstrosity. You layered the four, short cakes, with a layer of frosting in between. He had been tasked with spinning the cake table while you frosted. He hadn’t realized how close you’d be. He could smell the remaining sugar on you—the sweetness of domesticity. How gentle it was, when you laughed and told him to spin it a little faster. It was possibly the most rewarding moment of this little adventure. The cake was a product of your efforts. As you scrape down the frosting with a spreader, you hum.

He begins to lay the strawberry slices as you pipe dollops of frosting on the edges. Gently, your creation came to be. You huff softly and look up at him in satisfaction. Yet, as he looks back down, he sees your eyes focused on his cheek.

“Y’got somethin’ there, Sai…” You mumble as you smudge some frosting off of his pale skin with your thumb, only to gently lick it off your fingertip. He had thought he heard every nickname he could from his mother, but Sai, was something you made, and it held.

Other than the insane beating of his heart, and the absolute fight of using cryokinesis to cool his body but also not to freeze everything in the room—he was totally fine. He was normal about what you did—most definitely. He wasn’t. He wasn’t sure what he would do with his head. He wasn’t sure on what to do with the idea of you two baking in twenty years time.

He was whipped.

Did you guys see the pun at the end. hahahah

Ik its unrealistic to make a 4 layer cake in a single home ec period—but pretend, okay

[strangebiology]

So I understand that it is extremely difficult to know which type of fur is more ethical/sustainable/less damaging to the environment due to bias coming from basically all sides of the discussion, however, what would you recommend for consumption of fur products? Do you have any "best practices" for trying to reduce one's impact in general? I rarely buy fur, I mostly get it second or third hand if I get it at all and use scraps and such as much as possible. Overall I'm not a big consumer, but if I need fur for crafts or something similar, do you have recommendations on how to cause the least harm? Thank you for your contribution to the overall discussion. I think this is important.

Thank you for asking openly! Unfortunately I don't have a clear answer, except #1 below:

The one you have I feel confident that "the most sustainable coat/car/whatever is the one you already own." But, obviously, sometimes you need a new one.

Thrifting Second to that, I figure thrifting is probably best. Or making sure you take what you want when Grandma dies and you clean out her house. Logically, thrifting either one--whichever you find that fits you and your needs--should have a fairly minimal impact. And there are tons of clothes out there that are just about to hit the landfill. (Nice coats, though? Might be a little harder. Probably not too hard.) There could be issues with second-hand stuff, of course. I read in The Scavenger's Manifesto that there was a time when vintage clothes were so popular that demand outstripped supply, and companies just started manufacturing vintage-like clothes. I could imagine a world in which items become so commonly thrifted that it's close to the same price to just buy something new, and that props up the new-product industry. I wonder if Poshmark is popular enough that people are just shipping clothes around and polluting via transportation without really wearing them enough, but all in all, I think second-hand is probably second-best (to the one you already own.)

More sustainable real fur options? I did profile someone who had a roadkill-fur business. But: a simple fox-fur ruff for your coat was thousands of dollars because the economies of scale weren't there, and the company went out of business anyway. If you know and trust someone or can do something like that yourself, great! But that's not a really accessible option for the average American.

More sustainable faux fur options? Not all faux fur is made of microplastics, companies like GACHA and Savian. But...I don't really know how accessible those are, nor have I seen environmental assessments on them.

Sooo...honestly I won't judge what you buy or wear. I'll say that second-hand anything is probably very low-impact, sustainably.

I have to admit there are reasons to buy new. If you buy something on clearance, is it possible you're saving that from a landfill, too?

Once, I spent a whole bunch of Saturdays in a row biking around to garage sales, trying to get a second-hand lamp. So many hours wasted. I found a dirty one for $10 and couldn't get it home on my bike. One weekend my roommate took me in her big car to Walmart and we got a new lamp in a box for $7. No shopping around, no hoping to get lucky, just "there it is, and I can return it if it doesn't work." So...while secondhand is almost certainly more sustainable, I also won't blame anyone who wants to just buy new.

Another sustainability thing: I also recommend trying to ensure your coat fits your parameters really well, like your size, do you want hoods and pockets, do you think it looks good, so you don't get in the habit of stuffing it in your back closet because you don't like it and buying another.

Sorry I don't have a simple answer!

EDIT: I now realize I have written this as though Anon was asking about a coat, but their ask is more about crafts. Uuuuuuummmm gosh, I don't know. Faux fur can be so much cheaper and easier to find than real. And not everyone has a thrift store nearby. I know I don't, except that little store that sells used things for 150% of the new price. If I was doing a craft...I'd probably start with the fur someone gave me for free and then if I needed more I'd probably just order faux so I don't have to drive 150 miles to risk it at a thrift.

[smol-guppy-wuppy]

Realized I can share these guys now that I have lore for them

Info below!

A pair of split spark siblings who care for one another very much.

Hookline is a relatively cool, collected, and calculated bot, while Syncer is more of a rough, run in without thinking kind of bot.

Both are incredibly sweet, but Syncer isn't the best at communication. He kinda just stands around until prompted to speak haha... He comes off as rude, mean, intimidating, you name it! Given he's pretty blunt when he does speak and also has a crazy case of RBF. He's actually more calm than his sister when it comes to certain things, but usually resorts to more physical altercations (dragging people away. not fighting haha) if things aren't going well. He isn't very good at sparing feelings at times, if that weren't obvious enough (he really doesn't mean to!! Would try his best to make up for things if its REALLY bad. He truly always means well)...

Hookline is soft spoken, but very verbal! She loves discussing topics she's well versed in (Syncer does too, but is obviously more reluctant and apologetic whenever he finds himself rambling when given the opportunity). She can be pretty patient! But with her, things can really be the calm before the storm. If her patience is stretched thin to the point of breaking, well— she can be prone to blowing up and getting SUPER serious (it's not the worst thing. but she WILL make you feel soooo super guilty)... She can be pretty worn down by unruly and overly reckless bots (cough. Lovebug. cough).

They both get along fairly well but there's definitely plenty of sibling banter and butting heads at times! Very much a "nobody can be mean to my sibling but ME" sort of relationship.

The two joined a recon mission when still living on Cybertron in hopes of finding a safe place for an additional base of operations. It was located on a different planet, seemingly harmless.

Things went well, but eventually Hookline found herself drawn to something different. She wanted to take a peak around neighboring places, curious if they were similar to where they had resided.

This was something her brother noticed. He asked her about it, and she simply denied her curiosity. He could obviously tell she wanted to go out, sooo he convinced her to take one of the smaller ships to explore the few neighboring areas. Although she was hesitant, she let him drag her around just this once.

It was um. sort of the wrong call!! They wound up a little too close to a pair of Decepticon scouts who happened to be in the area. They ended up in a bit of a high speed scuffle with the 'cons, which left them crashed and landed upon an entirely different planet.

Their ship wound up at the bottom of the ocean on Earth. From there, the Decepticons merely assumed them to be dead, so they moved to investigate the sighting of other Autobots that had been in the area.

Hookline and Syncer were stranded for a brief period of time without backup, thus they decided to explore the new place they found themselves in.

The ocean being such a vast place full of life immediately had the two enamored and drawn to the wonderful life that resided within. Then upon visiting the surface, the twins found what seemed to be an abandoned base of sorts. Obviously not Cybertronian, but what they assumed to be the species that resided on the planet.

The place was a castle of sorts, lost to time, yet filled with all kinds of history. The two of them found tapestries depicting what seemed to be valiant heroes, along with pages of books about the life within the sea they had crashed into.

They immediately grew fascinated by the art and history they found. So much so that the two ended up finding new looks entirely! Both their modes changed into what you see now, Hookline choosing a nurse shark, and Syncer going with a Hammerhead, while both of their bot modes were shifted to look like the valiant knights they had seen so much of.

The two received backup weeks later, but were actually hesitant to leave the planet. They wanted to know more about the life upon it, especially that of the sea...!

But they reluctantly wound up going back to Cybertron, despite their wants. After all, with a still raging war, they were clearly needed.

Eventually they do find themselves back on Earth, getting to learn sooo much more as they join team Prime :)

[in1-nutshell]

Hey, sooo could you do buddy as drifts sibling/sparkling (which ever you want) and knew him when he was deadlock with him leaving them on accident with them running into each other again with buddy still being a con would drift try to have them join the lost light?

We are going with the twin route because not even I'm ready for an abandoned sparkling one. Also added some extra things, hope that was okay!

Personally, I don't think he would ever willingly abandon his sparkling or twin under any circumstance

Hope you enjoy!

Drift's twin the Con who was left behind on accident

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight Angst, Romance, Cybertronain reader

MTMTE

Buddy had been by Drift/Deadlock side since the beginning.

From the overdose.

Meeting Ratchet and Orion Pax.

Meeting Megatron and joining the ranks.

Being one of the best snipers compared to their twin.

“I bet you 50 shanix you can’t hit the bot over there.”--Deadlock

“The one behind the rocks with that horrendous color scheme? Please, I’d do it for free, but since your offering…”--Buddy

Buddy closes their optics and fires the round hitting the bot on the shoulder.

“Non-lethal. Doesn’t count.”--Deadlock

Buddy holds a digit in the air.

The bot suddenly explodes.

Deadlock smirks.

“Compression rounds?”--Deadlock

“You know me Deadlock, I have to make my presence known one way or another. What better way with an explosion.”--Buddy

Deadlock reading his rounds.

“Always one for the grand entrances.”--Deadlock

Buddy smirks back.

“Always.”--Buddy

Drift/Deadlock was their entire world and vice versa.

Buddy was his light in this dark world.

The only rocks in the world they had were each other.

Through the fun times and worst times, they stayed loyal to each other’s side.

But then the accident came.

It was the two of them and a small group of Cons on a stake out.

No one knew about the bombing raids.

Drift remembered the screaming and grabbing Buddy’s servo trying to get to safety.

He remembered the feeling of violently getting flunked into the air and blacking out.

He remembered waking up to nothing but scraps of metal and holes in the ground.

He remembered screaming and yelling for Buddy, realizing they weren’t holding his servo or anywhere in sight.

He remembered clawing the dirt around him trying to find them, hoping that they had been partially buried and safe.

He found nothing and went back to the base empty handed and empty hearted.

Buddy’s death was one of the turning points for Drift when he thought about his purpose with the cons and eventually joining the Autobots.

He would later tell the life of his beloved twin to his closest allies on the Lost Light.

Not a day goes by when he doesn’t say a little prayer to Buddy. It was a way of coping with the loss for so long.

Obviously, Buddy isn’t dead.

As it turned out the explosion took them much farther than everyone else.

Their signal had gotten jammed with the surrounding fauna and injuries didn’t help.

They remembered blackout out for a while before a group of Decepticon’s stumbled across their stasis frame. After an accidental reactivation Buddy was brought back to their ship for repairs.

A group they called the Scavengers.

Krok, the unofficial leader welcomed them to their group.

Buddy ended up joining the group as they added more members slowly as they tried to get back in contact with everyone.

The Scavenger couldn’t count the number of times they found Buddy try and contact Deadlock.

They tried to get in touch with Deadlock, but soon it became clear to Buddy that there was no possible way to communicate with him or anyone without the specific equipment for it.

It was now hope that fueled Buddy to one day see their twin again.

It was never a dull moment with the Scavengers and Buddy liked it.

The addition of Fulcrum and Grimlock just added to the fire.

The war may have been a loss… but it wasn’t a loss for everyone.

Krok looking at Buddy who had fallen asleep at the main console again.

He sighed before going over and gently picking them up.

Buddy stirred a bit in their sleep but didn’t wake up.

“They fell asleep at the console again?”--Spinister

Krok just nods as he moves to get Buddy to their habsuite.

“How many times has it been this week?”--Misfire

“Its none of our concern Misfire… They’re just tired.”

“Maybe they should start actually recharging at a decent hour.”--Fulcrum

“Maybe…”--Krok

“They need to let loose a bit you know. Maybe, I don’t know, take them out?”--Misfire

Krok stops in front of the door.

He feels his face plate warmer than usual.

“They won’t be interested.”--Krok

“You could always shoot them.”--Spinister

“No!—I mean—Spinister we don’t shoot team mates.”--Krok

“Krok I think we all know you and Buddy are a little pass the ‘Team mates’ phase.”--Fulcrum

“What makes you say that?”--Krok

Crankcase points at him.

“You carried them to bed and actively tucking them in.”--Crankcase

Krok paused for a moment before walking to the doorway.

“Listen, they are just another valuable member of the team. Anyways—”--Krok

“Krok.”--Crankcase

“Who in their right mind would want to go out on a date me?”--Krok

“Krok.”--Spinister

“They’re smarter, they’ll find some one else to settle down with.”--Krok

“Krok.”--Fulcrum

“Even if they do want to settle—"--Krok

“Krok.”--Misfire

“What?!”--Krok

The four Scavengers point behind him.

He turns and is face to face with Buddy.

“GAH!”--Krok

Krok trips backwards but Buddy grabs him and pulls him flush to their chassis.

Krok feels warmer than usual.

“Buddy��� I thought you were asleep?”--Krok

“When your one of the best sniper of the Decepticon army and Deadlock’s your twin, you learn how to sleep lightly and play robot-opposum.”--Buddy

Krok chuckles nervously.

Buddy smirks at him.

“You know… there’s a planet that’s Cybertronain friendly coming up. We could go do some site seeing, what do you say?”--Buddy

Krok tries to speak but he just dumbly nods.

All the Scavengers behind him face palm at the interaction.

Buddy’s smirk turns to a genuine smile.

“All right then, see you in a couple hours then Krok.”--Buddy

They wink and close the door.

Krok just stares at the door.

“What did we just witness?”--Misfire

“That Buddy clearly has more game than Krok?”--Spinister

It was no surprise that Krok had feelings for Buddy.

But when Buddy reciprocated them, that took them all by surprise.

They worked perfectly with each other like a well-oiled machine.

They worked together determined to stick with each other through thick and thin.

“Krok, you’re doing it again.”--Buddy

“Doing what?”--Krok

“The clicking…”--Buddy

Krok looks down at the clicker and slowly sets it down.

Buddy comes to his side and slips their servo into his giving a loving squeeze.

Krok just rest his helm on their shoulder sighing.

“Do you want to talk about it now?”--Buddy

Krok shakes his helm.

Buddy moves their servo and pulls him into a side hug.

“Is this okay?”--Buddy

Krok vents and nods.

They stay on the couch for a bit.

“Buddy?”--Krok

“Hmm?”--Buddy

“Thanks… Thanks…”--Krok

Buddy reaches and hugs him properly.

He responds immediately.

“No, thank you Krok…”--Buddy

The pair end up cuddling in Krok’s room for the rest of the night.

The pair had often danced around being Conjunxes, but both were too shy to bring that up.

The rest of the crew has their own romantic drama to watch now, and they don’t even need a TV for it.

One night the WAP’s engine broke down.

They sent out an emergency pin for repairs.

They received one back.

From the Lost Light.

The ships captain had offered a temporary stay on the ship while their ship was being repaired on the condition that they would be on their best behavior.

The team agreed.

Now The Scavengers were walking to the entrance port as the giant ship had latched onto it.

“Hey Misfire, who did you say the captain was again?”--Fulcrum

“Rodium? Rod? Hang on its on the tip—”--Misfire

The doors open.

“Guess we’ll find out.”--Krok

Buddy takes the lead.

Krok gives them a questioning look.

They walk in and nearly have a spark attack when they see the Co- captains, Ultra Magnus and a familiar felicon.

“Buddy? Your online?”—Megatron and Ravage

Buddy walks forward to the big grey mech.

They stick their servo out.

“Megatron. Its… been a while.”--Buddy

Megatron wordlessly takes the servo.

“It has…”--Megatron

“That’s Buddy? I thought they offlined a while back.”--Rodimus

“Well, they’re not.”--Grimlock

“Grimlock!?”—Rodimus and Ultra Magnus

“This day is just full of surprises isn’t it.”—Ravage

Upon remembering Buddy’s infamously and realizing that the ship was practically crawling with Autobot bot, the Scavengers formed a protective circle around Buddy as they continued to walk with the three other bots.

Ravage took this chance to leave the group.

He knew there was someone that needed to see this.

The group made it to Swerve’s and Buddy instinctively went on guard.

They were honestly glad they brought Grimlock as he gently pushed them forward when they wanted to stop.

Buddy felt uncomfortable knowing full well that many bots had recognized them, ye they weren’t doing anything.

As the group sat down in one of the larger booths, Buddy reached under the table and grasped Krok’s servo.

He sent out loving squeezes trying to soothe them a bit.

“How are you feeling about all… of this?”--Krok

“…Could be better honestly…”--Buddy

“At least Misfire and Grimlock seem to be having fun.”--Krok

Buddy looked over to see Misfire and Grimlock happily chatting with the red minibot bartender.

“Good for them—”--Spinister

BANG!

Buddy immediately moves in front of Krok upon hearing the noise.

There at the entrance of the bar was a white and red mech.

Behind him another white and orange mech panting behind.

“Drift… I swear if you ever do that again…”--Ratchet

Drifts optics frantically searched the bar until they found Buddy.

Buddy felt their spark stop for a second.

Their frame slightly trembled.

“Buddy?”--Drift

Buddy quickly moved across the bar and tackled the mech down in a hug.

Ratchet quickly moved out of the way of the tender reunion.

Drift latched onto Buddy.

They were both slightly teary optic.

“Drift… Oh Drift…”--Buddy

“Oh, Thank Primus… You’re here! You’re here!”—Drift

There was a lot of catching up between the twins as they left to a more private place on the ship.

Drift really owed ravage this one.

Throughout the next few days Drift and Buddy hardly left each other’s side. It soon was made official that The Scavenger’s would be a part of the Lost Light, the twins were overjoyed.

“Drift! I haven’t properly introduced my team.”--Buddy

Drift smiled at them.

It was almost hard to believe that this mech was once one of the most feared mechs in the Decepticon armada.

“You’re the ones who saved Buddy?”--Drift

“Yes.”--Krok

Drift shook their servos.

“Thank you doesn’t even cover it.”--Drift

Buddy slides next to Krok and holds his servo.

Drift looks at this interaction and gives Buddy a smirk.

Buddy looks at Ratchet behind him yelling at a poor bot that decided to play with his equipment.

They mirror his smirk.

“Who would have thought you fell for the one mech that saved your sorry behind all those years ago.”--Buddy

“You aren’t one to talk. At least he’s my Conjunx, is he yours yet?”--Drift

“Not yet—KROK!”--Buddy

Krok fainted in Buddy’s arms.

“DANG IT NOT AGAIN! SOMEONE CALL A MEDIC! OR GET SPINISTER HERE!”--Buddy

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN!?”--Drift

[pixelated-screaming]

Y'know what? FUCK YOU /j

*gives Conjure a psycho ex and proceeds to drop the most random lore drop that nobody ever asked for* /lh

More info past cut (TW for emotional manipulation(?), stalking, s✨icidal thoughts)

So.. about that pink square gal you saw in the lower panel there.

↑ This bitch (you'll learn why she's a bitch later- /lh/hj)

That is Clementine. (Adult, She/Her pronouns)

Clementine has known Conjure ever since the two were kids.

At first, the two were just close friends, like how Conjure is with Zephire today.

But

Eventually, that passive relationship soon turned into an ACTUAL romantic relationship. It wasn't abusive or anything, and the ship sailed for about a year or so, until Conjure started to lose interest.

And of course, Conjure had to rip the bandaid off and talk to Clementine (Who was pure at the time) about his feelings at some point.

Sure, it might hurt, but it isn't THAT bad, right?

NOT TO THIS BITCH

When Clementine heard from Conjure that he had lost feelings for her, Clementine fucking crashed out. You see, Clementine had kinda gotten obsessed with Conjure over the year or so they were together. Clementine did not want Conjure to leave her. At all.

So guess what she did?

Let him go and go get therapy to help cope?

Talk to a loved one and try to move on?

...

No.

That wouldn't FUCKING cut it, would it now?

So.. what DID she do?

Well, after she heard the grave news, Clementine ended up trying to convince Conjure to be her boyfriend again via lovebombing.

If you don't know, lovebombing is a form of manipulation that often involves being very affectionate towards another person: Whether through intense praise, being very clingy, you get the idea.

So basically, Clementine was VEERY clingy towards Conjure, and just wouldn't get off of him. This lasted for about a month, and it made Conjure very uncomfortable.

So, he ended up moving away from his and Clementine's house in whoever knows where, and ended up going to Wood's Hollow, where he met Zephire.

..And how did Clementine react to this?

..By finding his apartment and STALKING THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, OF COURSE!

Keep in mind, Conjure isn't dating Zephire, and Clementine doesn't even know Zephire exists at this point.

But, that wouldn't be for long.

Clementine of course, found out about him and Zephire, and flipped the hell out again.

Again, Conjure and Zephire aren't even dating. (Clementine thought they were, though.)

..She ended up getting depressed, and had thoughts of unaliving herself.

And of course, Clementine just HAD to load all of her issues with her thoughts onto CONJURE via social media, instead of getting therapy and/or professional help.

..Sooo..... When the corruption came around...

..I think you know what she went and did. (She corrupted herself 😗)

And now, Clementine is almost mindless, with no memory of her past self. She only remembers her name, and the fact that she loved Conjure so, so much. It's said that Clementine still seeks Conjure's approval to this day.

Also, fun fact!

All the above here ↑ ended up making Conjure SO uncomfortable that he ended up giving up on dating women as a whole.

YOU HEARD ME RIGHT, CONJURE IS CANONICALLY GAY NOW

YOU CAN THANK ME LATER

[radioregine]

WRITEBLR INTRO xx

hey, all! i’m n.k. :-)

i'm not new to tumblr (have had a few diff accounts since 2011/2012), but i'm new to interacting with writeblr proper. 

ABOUT ME

late 20s

black & queer & disabled 

lifelong writer/musician/creative (in both professional and hobbyist capacities)

finally finishing my degree in creative writing & english! 

ARTISTIC/THEMATIC INTERESTS 

literary fiction, horror, camp, kitsch, diversity, introspection, family/friend bonds (especially nontraditional ones), romance, art rock, nostalgia, technology, diy ethos 

GOALS

connect with the tumblr writing community at large! for a while i was unable to get excited about my non-work, non-fanfic related writing projects. over the past year or so, my passion’s been renewed, and i just wanna chatter with like-minded folks about my longform WIPs, my short stories, etc – and geek over other people’s work here too <3

WIPS 

Dagmar

there’s always something going down in dagmar, an insular coastal community straddling the delaware bay. pragmatic tech geek zeke omezie-fumudoh, 18, prefers to keep her head in her books and projects – deaths and disappearances were common in her parents’ home country, too, after all. when her best friend dodie dies, however, zeke has no choice but to start trying to connect the dots & face the potential supernatural forces at play. 

[this is finna be dark fantasy/horror, romance, mystery, and queer as hell! i got a lot of worldbuilding to do, but a few months ago the twist popped into my head 1st and i’ve been working backwards. i'm sooo excited abt figuring out the narrative path(s) i gotta take]

Dave & The Family Davenport

20-year-old twin musicians dorian & daria davenport are a little s club 7, a little sly stone, & a whole lotta spitfire. as the very first act signed to holliday records, 30-something producer & label founder dave levine considers it his duty to take the family davenport under his wing. they become his pet project – and eventually something more to him. 

[i’m taking this one in a literary/drama direction! thinking found family and music industry commentary vibes. idea came from revisiting big time rush and thinking ‘what would happen if you mix btr + the carpenters + prince + mtv’s making the band??’ (for the record, dave is 100% NOT meant to be a p. d*ddy analogue re: making the band, i'm mainly thinking of the aesthetics of the young artists of color featured on the show)]

Several fun essays about my personal fandom/shipping history (one is about all the diff sites i've used over 17+ years of reading/writing fanfic, another is an old-school livejournal-style ship manifesto that i plan to make into a video! etc etc)

SHORT FICTION 

blank [literary/drama, 300 wds]

fortune teller [literary/drama, 300 wds]

hothouse [horror, 500 wds]

a certain standard of care [horror-comedy/surreal/gross-out, 1k wds]

good bones (or, an exercise in letting go) [literary/dramedy, 1.3k wds]

[writing tag: scorpio the scribe]

hmu if you think we'd get along <3 i need more ppl to follow!

[ETA: i prefer to follow/be mutuals w/ ppl 18+ only, ty!]

[junhanism]

YOUR TOUCH

Pairing. Lee Heeseung X reader

Genre. Fluff - situationship - best friends to lovers

Warnings. Mention of alcohol but no one’s rlly drinking

WC. 1.6k (1661)

Note : HEAVILY inspired by this fic (go read it i swear you won’t regret it). Also i haven’t posted since december omg 😭😭 this has been rotting in my notes for sooo long and i finally decided to finish it. Enjoy x

With his face buried in the crook of your neck and your hands tangled in his hair, you couldn’t help but let your mind travel back to the previous events that took place a few hours ago.

It wasn’t unusual for Heeseung to hold you close to him in the late hours of the day nor was it odd for him to bury his face in your neck the way he currently was but what was odd was him holding you like this in front of other people.

After your six long years of friendship, Heeseung and you both came to an agreement that would benefit the both of you.

You clearly were touch starved and so was he.

So naturally Heeseung, being the good friend he was, came up with the idea of you holding one another.

It did sound kind of weird at first but after giving it a second thought you found it to be a good idea.

I mean, two friends hugging each other, where’s the hurt in that ?

You decided to keep this side of your friendship behind closed doors in order to not raise any suspicions or judgment from your other friends.

Heeseung would cling onto you while you were cooking or lay on your lap when having a movie night together.

You would run your fingers through his hair as his would run along your arms when you both cuddled. It felt nice to have someone to hold close to you despite not being in a relationship.

Nothing has changed between you two, your dynamic was still the same it has been for the past 6 years of knowing each other. The only change being ; you would cuddle daily.

You would sleep together, tightly holding one another, without overstepping any boundaries.

You made it clear that this agreement was only up until one of you found a partner that would feed your needs but this has been going on for the past 9 months now. Not that you complained at all, but during those nine months you might or might not have developed some stronger feelings for the man...

“Stronger” as in not just friendly, platonic love.

You tried to burry those feelings as you knew well that he could never return them and that it would be foolish of you to think he ever would.

It didn’t seem like he put much thought about this situation-ship you two were in.

But it felt as if the more you tried to push these feelings away, the stronger they got.

You decided to just enjoy it while it lasted because you knew this would one day come to an end as you were sure he didn’t see you as more than a best friend.

Or you were almost sure.

Because when you pushed open the door of the fancy house in which was thrown a party you were not invited to, your eyes instinctively scanned through the sea of people, looking for the one and only Lee Heeseung.

It wasn’t too hard to find him given the fact that he was taller than most people here.

You locked eyes with him and his face lit up upon seeing that you actually came to the party you said you wouldn’t attend (you gave in to his endless whining about how “it would be so boring without you there”).

You made your way through the crowd as best as you could, trying to reach your small group of friends.

Heeseung extended a hand in your direction which you strongly grasped, helping you out of the crowd and smoothly pulling you to his side.

“You came” he smiled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders swiftly.

You didn’t think much about the action, the way his arm nonchalantly hung around you just made it seem like two close friends standing next to each other. And everybody here knew the two of you have been best friends for a while now.

The evening went on smoothly, as smooth as Heeseung’s unoccupied hand was when it made it’s way to your waist, lightly caressing your exposed skin.

As smooth as his arm, that was originally slung over your shoulders, caged your front and brought your body closer to his.

You shot him a confused glare only to find him already looking down at you with a small smile on his lips. He simply shrugged at your confused face and tugged you in closer to his chest, resting his head on top of yours and leaving you even more baffled at his rather out-of-character behaviour.

A few of your friends sent you questioning looks to which you replied back with obvious confusion written in your eyes, signalling them that you also had no idea of what was currently going on.

And you weren’t lying— you really didn’t know why he was acting this way in front of so many people. This was something he would do when he came over and you were both in the comfort of your small apartment with no one watching.

When did he get this bold ?

Why was he getting so close to you when everyone could see ?

Both of his arms were now wrapped around your shoulders as he correctly rearranged his head over yours, fully back hugging you.

He started to rock your bodies from left to right slowly in a comforting way.

You looked like a literal couple and it obviously didn’t go unnoticed by your friends.

“Hold on are you guys a thing ?” One of your friends, Jake, cautiously asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity.

Your eyes widened for a millisecond and you gulped in slight panic.

Trying your best to seem unfazed by the sudden but not unexpected question, you were about to answer when you felt Heeseung stop his motion and beat you to it.

“No we’re not”

Oh wow, why did this kinda hurt ?

A part of you somehow hoped he would have had a different answer, that he would’ve pretended you guys were a thing.

But what’s worse between denying and pretending ?

Jake was quick to catch on to the disappointment that flashed through your eyes and chuckled to himself before looking back to Heeseung.

“Then you wouldn’t mind of if i asked her out, right ?”

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets as you looked at Jake in shock but the boy shot you a reassuring glance telling you to not worry. He was actually helping you out.

This man is truly an angel, isn’t he ?

Heeseung’s hold grew tighter around your shoulders, holding you as if you could run away at any moment.

“In your dreams Sim Jaeyun”

And when you thought your heart couldn’t beat any faster…

The obvious possessiveness lacing his voice caused your friends to shout all kind of things, all along the lines of “you two being in a secret relationship and hiding it from them this whole time” and “Heeseung being jealous”

And this only fed your delusions and your growing feelings for the boy currently holding you.

Was he really jealous ? It could be the alcohol though…

Your eyes traveled to the red cup discarded on the counter and you could clearly see that the liquid inside it didn’t down one bit ever since you arrived.

So this couldn’t be it..

Was he putting on a show for the others ?

I mean, why would he do this ?

So many questions ran through your mind and in a blink of an eye Heeseung and you found yourselves on your way (to your) home and on your sofa with his head ,as said before, buried in the crook of your neck and your hands tangled in his hair.

The questions did not stop though. Your mind kept replaying the way his arms tightened around you when Jake asked if he could take you out.

He could easily lie about not liking you but you were smart enough to not miss his body language. But then again you maybe overthought this whole thing and he could just be messing with you.

You decided that the only way to find answers to your questions was to ask him directly.

So without thinking twice you blurted out his name, breaking the comforting silence that surrounded you.

The boy simply hummed in your neck, indicating that he was listening to whatever you had to say.

“Do you like me ?”

Heeseung lifted his head from the comfortable spot between your neck and your shoulder, looking up at you with a somewhat deadpan expression on his face.

“What do you think ?”

Huh.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his answer. That was definitely not what you expected.

Heeseung lightly chuckled at your confused expression before answering. “You’re either really stupid or you’re doing it on purpose”

You stayed silent at that -rather, you’ve been silenced- which earned another laugh from the boy.

“Why do you think i proposed this whole arrangement nine months ago, hm ?”

When you didn’t answer he leaned his face closer and closer to yours until your lips were only a few inches apart, brushing against each other.

“Maybe i should show you then” he whispered before connecting your lips together in a tender kiss that you, obviously, returned.

The kiss didn’t last long but enough to speak both of your feelings without a word.

“Does it answer your question ?” He asked, bumping his nose into yours cutely.

You too decided to answer by connecting your lips once again in a longer and more passionate kiss this time, spilling the unspoken longing and hidden feelings into it.

You both pulled apart after some time due to the lack of oxygen.

Heeseung pecked your lips one last time, then your chin before locking eyes with you, smiling tenderly.

“I was not just touch starved, i was starved of your touch”

[2skyflorix2]

I Love Us

Honestly, I'm so, so very glad AvA is the first fandom I've actually been an active participant in.

LONG RANT INCOMING

Throughout the years, I have "been in fandoms", but I never felt like posting my own art or works, commenting on vids (i didn't have a youtube account back then, still don't), or being anything other than a silent observer.

Back in March, when I came home from that math competition, and found AvMath in my recommendeds, and just clicked on it, I did not expect to get dragged into a fandom about stick figures, of all things. I remember watching AvPhysics directly after, then finding "Wanted", and watching it with no context. I remember going to the wiki, seeing all of the content that was made, and and binging AvM and the actual shorts and literally everything else.

And most of all, I remember thinking, "I wish I could just erase all of this from my mind and experience the magic all over again."

-

In May, I took a chance and went to Ao3. I knew it was a site to post fanfiction, but it had never been something I was interested in. But I was just curious, to see if fanfiction about this amazing fandom really existed. I didn't have an account, no; I think I just wanted to see.

There were about 1600-1700 fics on there about AvA, during that time. I didn't know how hits worked or kudos worked, but I just remember scrolling down until I could find something that looked like a lot of people had liked it.

And even then, I clearly remember the first fic I touched. "Identity", by LeenaFreeBird (I'll link it at the bottom). I absolutely loved it. I spent the rest of the month simply reading, and consuming all of the cool hcs, learning what fan terms meant, having an idea for my own fic that I thought, back then, I could never write.

Because I didn't.

I never made an account or wrote. I never left comments because part of me though people without an account wouldn't be able to, and that was just habit, at this point.

And even though I stepped slightly away from there in the months of June and July (we were in the process of moving halfway across the country, I had just watched the new Demon Slayer season, and upon recommendation had binged all of Haikyuu in a week), I always made sure to keep updated on whatever new AvA/M videos had been posted.

In August, I went back on Ao3.

SO MANY AMAZING FICS HAD BEEN WRITTEN IN THE SPAN I WAS AWAY.

I remember binging all of them for the month. I sat alone at lunch (as I was new I didn't have any friends), just reading them on my phone and getting sucked back into there.

In September AvI began. On a whim I logged back into my tumblr account that I had made like 5 years ago in 4th grade to post random rambling stuff about my life (I tagged nothing but my username wth), and redid my entire blog. I was sooo happy when one of my posts reached 100 notes.

I felt way stronger, and way braver. I joined the invite queue for Ao3, because I decided I DID want an account, and I DID want to post my own fics.

And everyone was (and is) SO NICE about it. They love my fics and posts (which I still consider really crappy, btw) to pieces, and always give me good comments. Even my bad fanart (another thing I got the courage to post during this time). Shipping wars never happen here (if they did, I wouldn't know about it). Rarepairs are appreciated, and we unanimously know the ships that should be completely illegal (not naming ship names here).

Everything and everyone is loved, and this is like the one little corner of the Internet where mostly all is safe and your opinion is valued. Sure, your fan theory may be wrong, but people here don't go and tell you "that's so stupid lol, no way that's true". They'll give you actual feedback, explain the evidence that falsifies it, or add to it because they like it.

Even on YouTube, if someone posts a yellue ship video, for example, they'll get hate, or "the color quad are just siblings lol", or "they r stickmen why are u shipping them". If someone HCs Blue as a girl (ik that's been debunked where we are at rn), they'll get a comment saying "it's stickman for a reason".

Like, let people have their opinions. Alan has never confirmed the color quad as siblings, or their origin story. I know he has said that he would like to avoid romance by not making female characters, but it's not like the people who ship yellue or grapeduo barge up to his door and demand he makes it canon. They're just peaceful, and everything that you're saying is fanon. For all we know, four different animators could have collabed on the sticksfight website and each animated a different character (not saying that's true, but we don't know).

And even with hollowhead pairs. Alan created them, yes, but how does Creator transfer to father in this scenario? We don't know, because he hasn't confirmed the hollowheads as siblings either. They still get hate on YouTube.

But Tumblr just loves everyone. The AvA community, for example, will always make you feel like you posted something good. They lift you up, not put you down. They appreciate your headcanons because it provides a new way of looking at things.

They appreciate you.

I feel so much better about putting myself out there, and I know I will do so more in the future. I now cannot comprehend how someone can see all of this content and think "they are just stick figures". No they aren't. They are stick figures with trauma, feelings, pain, heroic qualities, fatal flaws.

You, tumblr, makes me feel this way.

Thank you so much.

(I did not expect to rant about my entire journey when I was supposed to be talking about how amazing the AvA tumblr fandom is, but now that I have I'll just keep it. Here's the fic I was talking about)

[astral-scout]

have also been thinking abt them in an orchestra........ narcissa on flute (because i played flute for 5 years and im determined to make it do SOMETHING for me) and alice on bass or violin.. minerva as the conductor... lots of drama <- need more (4 my health btw)

sorry it took forever for me to respond </3 i have committed another Yap i fear

so i actually have this one outlined a little bit ! basically theyre in a shitty enemies to lovers romcom where alice is a small-town rural girl who moves to new york (where narcissa is from). they have a Shitty Enemies To Lovers Romcom meeting (narcissa being an asshole & alice being a tourist) which leads them to hate each other <3 but then they find out theyre interviewing for the same orchestra dot dot dot. minerva is the conductor (i KNOW objectively it would probably make more sense for it to be dumbledore but i care about minerva way more than him sorryy)

i havent sorted out the instruments buuut i would probably make them the same instrument for the dramaaa (there was only one bed music stand). anyways they have to cooperate for this big performance but they cant stand each other (glaring at someone over a flute is a hysterical image to me but most likely i'll make them both first violins) sooo they eventually get into a fight and minerva turns into an elementary school teacher and makes them Sort It Out otherwise they will get detention fired (the only reason she doesnt fire them on the spot [<- she should bc its like a super . prestigious orchestra] is because they're the best she has ❤ and she is lowk shipping them)

ANYWAYS they have to hang out and practice something or whatever. (yes i am aware this sounds like its set in high school. thats because i have never participated in a band/orchestra thing outside of high school.) super super cliche but they like. get to know each other and theyre like "huh. this isnt so bad". instead of being at each others throats theyre bantering and vibing and becoming friends-ish. crazy stuff

eventuallyyy minerva lets them come back to the orchestra and they do a performance and they actually? work super well together?? what!!! somehow they develop feelings for each other & start realising it (an oh. oh. moment will make an appearance im afraid) etc etc

then they go on a date ! how that progression happens im not sure. i will play my aromantic card. anyway narcissa takes alice to this ridiculously fancy dinner (she is a nepo baby) and alice is like UMMM yeah no actually. I know a place 😏 so she takes narcissa to some shitty club with live music and then they go wandering around new york because!! i like that. then they go home together (and fuck probably but i cant write smut to save my life. i am now playing my asexual card) and they do silly little mundane domestic things because im weak (this chapter is called verismo which is like the use of everyday life and actions in artistic works: introduced into opera in the early 1900s in reaction to contemporary conventions, which were seen as artificial and untruthful. <- yeah that. so like theyre seeing each others Real Lives sort of.i dont know if that makes sense)

but then!! something happens n alice has to go back home to like . vermont or wherever shes from and she leaves the orchestra even though its her dream because she is.sthe nicest person ever or wahetver. she & narcissa miss each other like crazy though so narcissa goes out to alices parents house (recall this has the plot of a shitty romcom) and like . professes her love and insists alice comes back to the orchestra and alice is like Btu i cant! but narcissa has found a way to sort out whatever problem there was in the first place. so they go back together yay!! and fuck

then they have to do the big performance wooo big dramatic scene woooo and it goes well and they leap into each others arms and kiss and laugh and theyre happy blah blah blah the end

I dont. think i will ever finish it. there are so many plot points i havent figured out and i fear i can imagine nothing harder than writing about Playing Music. also ill probably make them violinists and i have not touched a string instrument in my life BUt this has been marinating in my mind for a while so thank you!!! for letting me share yay <3