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[artfromthevoid]

What's your Etsy store link? I feel it should be up

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[itexpertakib]

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[autonomousroboticorganism]

you hide attempt to hide an injury from them (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader

summary - you play soccer and get injured, then try your best to play it off (Autobots), you get hurt on the Nemesis and try to play it off (Decepticons)

warnings - none

a/n - writing this the night before an extremely important soccer tournament my team is in, this tournament decides whether or not we go to the second highest woman's league in our country. in case anyone was wondering, one of my teammates did break her arm during one game so it's possible.

OPTIMUS PRIME - broken arm

You don't know how it happened. One minute you're making a tackle, the next you're rolling around on the ground clutching your arm. Your scream of pain alerted the referee, who promptly stopped the game so you could be rushed to the hospital. However, not wanting your big robot lover to worry, you put on a long sleeve shirt at home before going to the base so you could pretend nothing was wrong.

"(Name), why is your one arm thicker than the other?" Miko asked you, tilting her head as her eyes settled on your limp limb.

"Uh, no reason," you lied, then sighed when she gave you a look. "Okay, I broke my arm in a friendly work soccer game today. I just don't want Optimus to know. You know how he worries."

"You do know broken arms take weeks to heal right?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "How are you going to hide it for so long?"

"Hide what for so long?" The leader of the Autobots asked as he came into the room, having heard your voice. "(Name), I was just leaving to come fetch you."

"Oh, no need," you smiled, "I called for a groundbridge."

Jack and Miko exchanged looks, but it wasn't that that alerted the Prime. His gaze fell upon your arm, and though he was no expert in human biology, he definitely knew that they were supposed to be the same size.

"What happened?" He asked, approaching the platform. "What is wrong with your arm?"

As Jack and Miko gave you 'I told you so' looks, you were forced to tell him the truth about your injury, "I had a friendly soccer match today at work, a game we like to play. And I, uh, broke my arm."

The bot's optics went wide when you said that, and he gently took your broken arm into one of his servos, "Were you not going to tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry," you told him. "You have enough to worry about already."

"I will always worry about you, regardless of what other problems I am facing," he scooped you up onto his servo entirely. "Please do not hesitate to tell me, so that I can assist you in any way you need."

You smiled softly, wrapping your good arm around his one digit in a half-hug, "Thank you, love. I'll try to be more careful next time."

The Prime nodded in agreement, then proceeded to carry you around the whole day and help you with whatever you needed or wanted to do. He then let you rest on him, knowing hurt humans needed just as much downtime as hurt Autobots.

BUMBLEBEE - sprained ankle

"I can do this, I can do this..."

"Uh...(Name)?"

You glanced up at your fellow humans as they gaped at you. YOu were sure you had been doing your best to look like you were walking normally, but from the expressions on their faces you assumed you were doing a terrible job.

"What happened?"

"Nothing?" You tried with a nervous smile.

"Come on," Jack encouraged, "You're obviously limping."

You groaned, "Okay, my soccer game was a little rougher than expected. In a difficult tackle, I fell and my foot twisted awkwardly. I have a minor sprain, so I should be good in a few days."

"Do you plan to tell Bee?"

"No, he's only going to worry. Please don't tell him."

Plan Don't Tell Bumblebee fell on its face when the Autobot rolled up to the school to fetch you and Raf. Arcee and Bulkhead also came through, so Raf left you on your own and joined Miko in Bulkhead.

"Raf!" You protested.

"Sorry!" He apologised sheepishly. "I can't do it!"

Once you were sitting in the passenger seat of the scout, he beeped in concern asking what was wrong with your foot.

Your jaw dropped, "How did you-"

He responded with a few more beeps, saying that he wouldn't be a very good scout if he didn't pick up on cues or signs while observing something. You sighed and looked down.

"I...sprained my ankle. In a soccer match."

Worried beeps and whirrs followed that admission, and he started fussing over you and telling you rest when you got back to base. That he would do all your running around or get Jack or Miko to help. And that you were to see June immediately.

"Bee," you whined in complaint, "It's a minor sprain! It'll be healed in a few days, I have a good biokineticist."

He wasn't having any of that, insisting that you see June or you don't get kisses or cuddles from him. You gaped at the steering wheel.

"Bumblebee!" You gasped. "You wouldn't dare!"

He beeped, try me.

"That's so mean," you pouted. "But fine. Since my boyfriend wants to be a big bad bully."

He protested, making you laugh, but proceeded to ensure that you did what he asked at the base. And that you didn't have to walk on your foot any longer than necessary. Overkill for a baby sprain, but you didn't play with kisses and cuddles from the bot.

SMOKESCREEN - torn hamstring

It was extremely difficult to hide this one. When it happened, you screamed and cried like you'd been shot in the leg, because that's exactly what it felt like. Tearing your hamstring was no joke, it was a serious injury that really hampered your ability to walk.

"He's not going to like this," Arcee shifted her weight, uneasy.

"Please?" You begged. "He's going to scold me like I scold him."

"Well, he's not going to be back for a few hours, so maybe we can come up with a story?" Bulkhead suggested, while June was tending to your injury.

"Like what?"

"Hey guys, what are we talking about?" The bot in question popped up behind Bulkhead, but thankfully couldn't see.

"Uh, nothing!" The Wrecker steered him away. "Nurse Darby is just taking a look at Raf. He has a bad cold." Everyone stared at Bulkhead, but he pointed at a very proud-looking Miko.

"Wait, but let me greet (Name)," Smokescreen tried to push his way through. "She came just now, didn't she?"

"She's tired!" Arcee butted in, "Had a long day at university."

"Oh..." Smokescreen deflated. "Well then, tell her I hope she's not walking on that leg she injured." He said it so nonchalantly, you all had to do a double take.

"What?!"

"(Name)," your lover sighed, "I finished my mission early. Tailed you for most of the day. You don't think I would notice?"

You groaned, "It isn't what you think-"

"I just want to make sure you're okay," he bent down to look at you closer when the others finally parted to let him through. "My girlfriend is in pain, I want to help."

You smiled up at him, "You're so sweet, Smoke. Okay, I'll stay off this leg, Nurse Darby is giving me crutches anyway."

"Oh no, I'll carry you."

"Smoke...I have lectures..."

"You're not going."

"For weeks?"

"...Okay, just for the rest of this week," he suggested. "I want to spend time with my physically impaired girlfriend."

"Hey!" You protested. "Who taught Smokescreen those words?!"

Smokescreen just laughed as he scooped you up, gently so as not to aggravate your injury, and held you close to his chassis. He observed your bruised, swollen leg, lips twisting into a frown at the sight. He didn't like seeing you hurt, especially if he couldn't have protected you from it.

"Come on you, we're going to rest and watch movies for the rest of the week." You tried to protest, but he was having none of it.

He took you to his berthroom and lay you down in a comfortable position, making sure to elevate your leg so that you could rest comfortably.

KNOCK OUT - torn MCL (a knee ligament)

The moment your cry of pain echoed through the hallways of the Nemesis, every vehicon in the vicinity froze up. The mad doctor was sure to hear of this, and they could do nothing to stop the wrath he would no doubt inflict on them for this. They hadn't mean to hurt you, but they had also been a bit rougher than they were supposed to and this fact scared them.

"Please don't tell him," one of them pleaded with you.

"Fine, but one of you needs to carry me to his lab because I'm pretty sure I hurt my knee."

You had befriended some of them, others weren't keen on you, but you knew that these ones were being honest. Decepticons in general didn't know how to handle human beings, so it came as no surprise to you that you got hurt.

But Knock Out would strap them to his lab table and open them up if he found out, so you agreed to try and keep it a secret.

The vehicon carrying you lay you down on your boyfriend's tool table, before quickly scurrying out of the room. You watched Knock Out tend to a comatose Megatron, unsure if he had even heard you come in.

"What was that about?" He asked, confirming that he had.

"Oh, uh, nothing," you dismissed it, "I just got too tired to walk back, so I asked one of the vehicons to carry me back."

This got the mad doctor's attention, "What?" His optics zeroed in on you sitting on the table, and he instantly grew suspicious. You were normally active. "Where is your pain?"

"That's so unfair!" You crossed your arms. "You know me too well."

"I'm your boyfriend, darling," he smirked, "I should. Now tell me what those idiots did to you before I go ask them myself."

"We were just playing," you assured him, "I fell, tried to land on my feet and overextended my leg. I heard a pop in my knee, and then felt excruciating pain. Now it feels like my bones are knocking around if I try to walk."

"..." The medic was not amused. "When were you planning to tell me?"

"Uh..."

"You do realise they could have hurt you worse, or even..." He shut his optics and sighed, "Never mind. Let me see." He abandoned Megatron to come look at you, using a tool to scan your knee. "Hmmm, a ligament tear. Not a very serious one, but you'll still be on bedrest for six weeks."

"What?!"

"That's what you get for playing rough, my dear. Now come here, let me distract you from the pain."

His distraction in question was a kiss, before he researched what to do with your injury and got the necessary items to strap you up and brace your knee to stabilise it.

"No strenuous activity for six weeks, other than walking. Even then, keep it short and only when necessary."

"...Fine, Doc Knock."

"Don't call me that!"

WHEELJACK - shin splints

This one didn't kick in until a day after you'd played the game. You'd been teaching Wheeljack and Bulkhead how to play the human sport, and forgotten to properly stretch beforehand. You'd also forgotten that you hadn't played in months. So your shins were strained from overuse after months of inactivity, leaving an incredibly painful burning sensation the next day.

You tried to walk into base looking like you were fine, but your pained expression attracted attention from Bumblebee, who beeped in worry.

"Don't worry Bee, I'm fine," you smiled, but it was a tight one.

Wheeljack and Bulkhead returned from scouting an Energon mine a few moments later, the former immediately picking you up and placing you on his shoulder, missing the pain etched on your face.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" He asked you. "Got into any trouble?"

"No," you admitted, trying to sound upset about it. You also tried to appear nonchalant on his shoulder pad, but that was doing too much and ultimately outed you.

"And what might be the problem with you?" He turned his helm to study your figure. "What's hurting?"

"You don't miss a beat, do you?" You sighed.

"Not when it comes to my only reason for staying on this rock," he smirked, then held you up in his servo to be eye-level with him. "Now tell me, what happened?"

You sighed, "I kind of picked up an old injury after our session yesterday. Just shin splints, nothing serious. They're painful, but minor. They'll go away soon, they always do."

"Anything I can do to help?" He offered.

"Just maybe ask Nurse Darby for some ice, please?"

"You got it."

He set you down on the couch by the TV in the base, then went off to find June, or even Jack. He returned a few minutes later with an ice pack in his servo, and scooped you up again.

"I can press it to my shin myself, you know!" Your cheeks burned, getting flustered.

"Maybe I want to do it for you," he argued.

Your eyes went wide, and you grew even more flustered. An uncontrollable smile formed on your lips, and you lay back on his servo as he pressed the tiny bag to your shin.

"And don't hide any injury from me again, sweetheart."

SOUNDWAVE - concussion

This one was completely by accident and totally embarrassing. You were trying to find your own way up onto his berth, not wanting to bother him by calling for help. But you had made it only a few feet up the side before your foot slipped, and you fell. Your head hit the ground a little too hard, and your vision blurred for a moment. You groaned as you pushed yourself up, but your head began to throb uncontrollably.

"That's just great," you mumbled, rubbing your temples. But when you tried to stand up, you swayed on your feet and stumbled forward, unable to stay balanced. "Concussion, nice."

The Decepticon chose that moment to enter his berthroom, his helm tilting down slightly as he observed you for a moment. He already knew what had happened, he was the eyes and ears of the cons after all, so there was no point trying to hide it.

"I'm fine, Soundwave," you tried reassuring him, but you couldn't even walk to him in a straight line. "Okay, I'll BE fine soon."

He was having none of it, picking you up gently and laying you on his berth. His screen lit up with a question mark, a silent plea to tell him why you hadn't asked him for help.

"I didn't want to bother you," you admitted, casting your gaze to the floor. "You're busy with important stuff."

He bent down in front of you, pointing at you and displaying a red heart on his visor. Meaning - you were important to him too, and he cared about your wellbeing. Then he displayed another screen, which showed tutorials on how to ask for help.

"Ha, ha. So funny," you replied dryly. "But I'm sorry, I just wanted to try and not be useless or helpless for once."

He shook his head, denying that you were any of those. Then he put his visor close to your face, and typed one word onto it: Rest. He wanted you to relax, because you had sustained a concussion.

"Alright, alright," you gave in, laying back down on his berth. You smiled, feeling warm inside at his attempts to take care of you.

And he did so quite well for a Cybertronian accused of having no feeling or emotion. He made sure to get you painkillers and water, an ice pack, and your favourite snacks. How he got them, you didn't want to know. You were just grateful for the love he was showering you with.

SHOCKWAVE - broken nose

Shockwave wasn't in the lab for once, having been ordered by Megatron to go and retrieve more predacon remains. Starscream stormed in, absolutely furious with the Decepticon scientist, and when his optics landed on you he knew the perfect way to get back at Shockwave. Which was why you now lay on the ground, listening to Starscream's laughter fade as he left, tears streaming down your face with blood streaming out of your nose. It was broken, that much you knew, but you were in too much pain to get up.

But when you heard Shockwave's familiar heavy footsteps and his voice briefing Megatron outside, you quickly sat up and wiped your blood off the floor with your shirt, then ripped a piece off and tried to stop the bleeding. You turned away from the door, hoping Megatron and Shockwave wouldn't see you.

"(Name), is everything alright?"

You nodded, "Yes, I'm okay Shockwave. Don't worry."

"So that's what Starscream was so happy about," Megatron mused. "Tend to your pet, Shockwave, and then brief me on your latest developments." With that, he left the room.

"(Name), what happened?" Shockwave asked, picking you up off the floor. "Why is there blood on your clothes and a piece of your t-shirt in your nose?"

You sighed and pulled the reddened material out, allowing blood to gush out once more as you teared up, "Starscream." Your bottom lip trembled, and the pained expression on your face told Shockwave enough, as did the sight of your misshapen nose.

"I will tend to your wounds," your boyfriend began, "And then I will see to it that Starscream be punished for this inexcusable and cowardly act."

"Thank you," you responded quietly.

He helped stop your bleeding, and bandaged your nose. Then he made sure the rest of your body was fine, before he set you down on his table.

"Wait for me here, I shall return to give you physical affection after Starscream has been dealt with."

You smiled at him and nodded, warmth filling you at how much he cared about you and how much he was willing to do for you. You relaxed in the lab while he went to deal with Starscream, and when he returned he delivered the affection he promised. Which was mostly cradling you in his servo or letting you curl up against his neck cables. Nonetheless, you were happy and soon fell asleep as the pain medication kicked in.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 187 }

not a want but a need.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

warnings: an unedited, 18+ thirst post / drabble

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

anonymous said: Yandere... Jinwoo who keeps kissing reader's clit after making her cum for the nth time just to see her squirm and cry. I'm so sorry +thrusting his dick inside her slowly but harshly that you hear it slap because he likes seeing the wonderful effect he has on her, how she cries and shake, but keeps herself silent bc she likes it I'm so sorry again 😭😆

your mind was already hazy the moment sung jinwoo slides another one of his thick fingers into your wet heat, swirling the digit around as his hot mouth was felt sucking at your swollen bundle of nerves.

your body was a mess for him, with a symphony of moans falling from your parted lips as jinwoo continued his onslaught of pleasure on your sensitive form.

as if addicted to the mere taste of you, you felt the way jinwoo’s tongue carefully explored your pussy lips, drinking up your honeyed arousal while letting out a guttural groan of satisfaction. even when he lazily thrust his finger in and out of your core, never once quickening his pace, your sensitive body still reacted as you came for what seemed like the millionth time.

the sheets were utterly ruined thanks to the sheer amount of times you had came throughout the night, and you could feel the droplets of your tears clinging to your lashes as you struggled to even breathe.

“jinwoo jinwoo jinwoo…!” your voice was in a drunken haze, shivering when you could hear jinwoo gulping up all your had to offer, your hands weakly tugging at his hair as his face remained buried between your spread legs.

“fuck, you taste so damn good, sarang. better than all the sweets in the world.” jinwoo finally removes himself from the spot between your legs, lips still shining with the evidence of your release as the sight of it was enough to make you bite down harshly against your lip.

“jinwoo-“

you were cut off by jinwoo when he takes a hold of your ankles, pressing your naked body against his. you could feel the outline of his muscles pressing against your form, making you let out a shaky moan in response. along with his muscles, you could feel the way his cock became painfully hard for you, its mushroom tip appearing almost an angry red in color as droplets of a cloudy fluid was seen escaping from its tip.

“look at what my pretty girl did to me… you feel that? i’m practically throbbing and oozing for you.” as if to prove his point, jinwoo proceeds to run the length of his dick up and down your silken walls, collecting the prior evidence of your release against his shaft. you gasp upon feeling every inch of him, with his cock’s prominent veins felt pulsating against your swollen cunt. your mouth goes dry upon feeling such friction, and it was enough to make you toss your head in response, back already arching against the bed as jinwoo kept teasing you.

“fuck… i can’t wait to sink into you… i fucking need you.”

with those whispered words as your final warning, jinwoo angles his cock and thrusts into you with an expert precision, the mushroom tip of his cock already hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you. you were already seeing stars as jinwoo proceeded to make love to you, his pace slow, but powerful. the squelching sound of his cock sliding in and out of you was enough to make your face heat up and head spin, clinging to the sheets with such force that you swore you nearly ripped the fabric.

he takes his time sliding his thick and long cock in and out of you, seeming to become hypnotized by the wet sounds that emits from your cunt each time his hips meet with yours. a hazy expression was seen on his face when he suddenly keeps your hips still before pistoning his cock in and out of you at a breakneck pace.

you could feel your breasts bouncing along with his movements, a dark chuckle filling at the air as he keeps up with his passionate speed and thrusts, never once slowing down even when you fell apart for him.

you felt him slam into that soft spot once more and knew that you were a goner, your cries and moans of his name echoing throughout the area as you felt your warm, love juices escape out of you.

“oh gods, jinwoo!” even with your walls clenching so sweetly around him, jinwoo doesn’t cease his movements, seeming to grow even bigger inside of my before laying back on the bed, grabbing a hold of your waist while proceeding to literally bounce you up and down his cock (completely and utterly using you as his own personal fleshlight.)

“i’ll never got tired of this… just feeling you surrounding me so sweetly like this-“ he cuts himself off, letting out another dark chuckle. “this is better than heaven. me sheathing my cock inside you hasn’t become a want at this point, but a need.”

he continues bouncing you up and down his massive length, licking his lips upon seeing the outline of his dick hidden within your abdomen as he kept you in this position, making sure that you came for a second time before shoving your body on its back once more.

with both of your legs being held by jinwoo, he continues to drill himself into you. by now, you lost count of the sheer amount of times you came, with jinwoo never once stopping or softening his cock. in fact, it seemed as though the more you came, the harder he felt while buried deep inside of you.

“fuck, jinwoo… you haven’t even came once… y-you’re a fucking monster- ah!”

your boyfriend continues to let out a rich chuckle, finally leaning down as you felt his toned chest lay across your breasts that still bounced in tune with his unhinged thrusts. “i must be blessed with a massive amount of stamina with this s-rank body. you should just sit back and enjoy it, my love. use me as your own personal dildo if you must.”

upon hearing his dark words, you couldn’t stop yourself from climaxing once more, eyes rolling near the back of your head at the intense sensation while the tears practically stained at your damp cheeks. basking in such pleasure, you simply allowed jinwoo to play your body like his own personal instrument while begging for him to never stop.

a.n. - thirsty, so damn thirsty for my man… i love him so much please 🫠

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[happy-lemon]

I am likely to miss the main event if I stop to cry and complain again. ~ Fiona Apple, 2005

I thought Nine might have sentimental feelings about the concrete floor and the blue brick walls of the record store, but he explained that the property had come cheap because the windows vibrate whenever the subway arrives and departs the station below.

There's nothing really wrong with the shop, but the feng shui has always been a little off, he said. But I don't know what or how to change.

Okay, so I'm no expert, but it seems to me like this place just needs some warming up. Make it a place where people want to come, talk about music, and suddenly find themselves walking out with an armload of records.

Yeah, that's the vibe.

Most of the changes we made were cosmetic. New floors. Paint. Upgraded counters. A few more plants. A few new rugs. As much as I loved that old punk rock sofa, it was too dirty to steam clean, so we bought a new couch for lounging and listening. But I had the inventory system digitized and talked Nine into a new sign for the front of the building. In the end, we kept all of his posters and the old school video game machines because he loves them.

Nine was pleased with the results. It's kind of like you pulled a few strands from my head and tied them together perfectly. I don't...I really don't know how to thank you.

You don't, I said. Besides, we still have a lot more work to do in the lot out back.

[a-roguish-gambit]

I made a turn of the century x men evolution au

Hey everyone so a big special interest of mine is the period from 1900 to about 1928 so I decided what if I took the kids from the X-Men evolution cartoon from their point at the turn of the 21st century and put them at the turn of the 20th century instead...and also added a few characters. I hope you enjoy this. I have a lot for this au, and I'm gonna put it all under the read more.

So Au thoughts

 The year is 1912. Xavier has started his institute a few years prior with scott summers and jean grey as students. Scott was adopted by Xavier after his parents died in a train crash and jean comes from a family of doctors and scientists Xavier is friends with. 

Because no computers yet, as the microprocessor  has yet to be invented, Forge didn't get stuck in a pocket dimention and got to grow up he works for xavier. He helps design and build a modified danger room that's more steam punk/dieselpunk. Lots of things are gear powered and Holograms are projections onto steam curtians. Because no computers, no cerebro. But jean and Xavier have trained themselves to be able to sense those with mutant powers around them and have been working with a network of underground individuals, some cases literally like the morlocks, to find out about new strange individuals popping up in the states. The morlocks are much more involved in this. they are good friends with Xavier and frequently helps young morlocks train their powers. 

One of those individuals is Gambit. Gambit is 17 in this and does various jobs for xavier. One is listening through the grape vine for odd individuals popping up. The other is essentially working the danger room with forge. As The danger room  is more steampunk/dieselpunk in this, with storm's help as well it can simulate weather events, earth quakes, fires, unstable ground, flooding, (bb gun based) old west shootouts, explosions (thanks to Gambit), search and rescue, avalanche / rock fall settings, and much more. 

Gambit helps set up the room and make the mechanisms work.  it functions well with automatons, steam engines, pistons, and a lot of theater special effect tricks. Gambit helps forge scrap hunt for machinery to repurpose for it. He has befriended the local street children and finds out from them wherever a factory tosses out a machine. 

Speaking of theater though, we have morph as well as a staff member. Kevin is well known fairy(period equivalent  to someone who does not fit into either gender) and drag expert from New York where they worked on broadway and a very close friend of Logan. So close they share a bedroom....;)

Morph is there to help with tailoring as well as helping kids who need disguises to pass in public cause of their time in broadway and avoid harassment, like Kurt. 

They also help simulate battles in the danger room with foes they have faced off against before.

Kurt doesn't have an image modifier in this obviously. No computers, no digital holograms. But with forge and morph they are able to help him pass. Morph designs pants for him that have a  special pocket for his tail to tuck away, as well as boots with  special braces that help disguise his digitigrade feet. Morph also helps him with makeup and hair in the morning to hide his blue face and pointed ears. 

For his hands forge has built some prothstetic fingers that are controlled by the other fingers in his hand like a puppet, so it appears he has five fingers on each hand covered by riding gloves, as well as colored contact lenses for his eyes to disguise them as brown. 

Kurt's parents came to America from Germany with him as a toddler. People found out about their adopted son and they had to flee. They settled in a small German speaking community in the middle of nowhere Iowa where they could be safe. They would have a priest visit Kurt to give him mass in private for his own safety and had a nun come to tutor him. Xavier found out about Kurt through gambits grapevine. 

Ororo came from Africa as a citizen of  British colony egypt to Jamaica where she met Charles she has family living in the states via her sister who do  are wealthy merchants.  they were british colony  expats that moved to the states to control British imports to the states easier. Thus how we get Evan. Skateboard hasn't been invented yet so he is big into the turn of the century cycling craze as well as roller skates. 

 Rogue is still a goth. A very very classic goth. Victorian goth. She still dresses like it's the 1800s to in part keep others from touching her skin but also she is just a great appreciator of Poe and Shelly and stoker. 

One thing that is different for Scott is that on top of the train crash his brother havoc is still with him at this time. His parents are very, very dead tho. No alien rescues. (Forgot to draw Alex tho but he's there as are the minor character students)

Beast is also there more from the begining as a teacher he helps take care of the kids medical needs. He got kicked out of his scientific circle, not cause of his mutant ness that came later, but because he insisted doctors must wash their hands before interacting with patients. 

Jean grey is a highly educated absolute Gibson girl. She and Kitty sneak out to do suffragette stuff regularly.  Speaking of, kitty is definitely a girl of the new century. Wants to go to college one day with Jean. Insists on wearing riding/sports pants wherever she goes. She is girly in certain ways, but defs is a very modern young woman. She likes helping Forge out with his projects. 

Magneto's hatred for humanity in this case comes from his survival of the pogroms of eastern Europe only to see there is still antisemitism once escaping them. And mystique has a boarding house where the brotherhood kids live, but she wasn't principal of the bayview school. 

Wolverine is a cowboy in this au yes. He has a horse, but he's also toying with some of the very few motorcycles. They are more of dirt bikes at this point tho, so his horse his still his go too. It's a deep black mare named Blackbird. He does not have an adimantium skeleton but his claws have been capped with silver to help protect them. 

No x jet but they do have a few biplanes they are training with. Forge is modifying them to be able to cary more people. So far he's made one that can vary five. 

 Gambit introduces everyone to jazz cause it hasn't left Louisiana yet. He brought his Grammaphone and all hell broke loose from there. 

Also rogue having a bit more of a high society upbringing thanks to irene. Gambit hasn't had a day of real school as public school wants universally established until the 1910s. He knows his reading, writing, and arithmetic from Sunday school and such and whatever jean luc  had him taught, but he's excited to learn about what the kids are learning about in their normal school. 

Rogue brings him her study material and teaches it to him and in return he teaches her the various crafts and skills he learned in the bayou and as a member of the theives guild. 

Hope you guys enjoy all this!!! Please feel free to share your thoughts!

Tried to keep things period accurate outfits wise.

[eph3merall]

i LOVE LOVE LOVE your writing and was wondering if you could make a fic or blurb of dealer!chris based on the song hotel by montell fish please 😊

hi lovey, thank u so much !!! ive actually never written something based off a song before so constructive criticism is always welcome for these prompts. had a few ideas for this but i ran with this one. let me know if this was okay/if u arent the biggest fan of my writing like this :)

cw ; small lil mentions of drugs

not proofread ...

when i met you in that hotel room,

i could tell that you were so bad news.

but i keep messin' with ya, messin' with ya,

and now you're messin' with me, messin' with me.

—

chris' hands roam your body, the same expert fingers you saw just earlier rolling a few joints. adorned in rings that are cold to your skin, they tug at your hair as little huffs come from his lips with every little kiss passed between the two of you. stumbling feet tripping over one another, hastily removing any articles of clothing the both of you deem to be in the way.

—

i keep goin' back to this hotel room,

i just don't know what the hell to just tell you.

but i love messin' with ya, messin' with you,

girl, are you messin' with me, messin' with me?

—

his hips snap forwards, rough hands gripping the underside of your thighs. the burn in your muscles is starting to become unbearable in the squished position you two are in, but the way chris shoves himself down to the hilt back inside you with each deep thrust compensates for it. your neck is littered with hickeys and small little bruises as you take in gasping breaths of air. the scent of weed is heavily noticeable on chris.

—

this hotel room,

you put me in, my love.

ohh, i, i love you.

you know me, girl,

better than i know myself, my love.

hotel hell.

ooh, you.

—

you lost track of how many rounds chris has gone, if it's even been more than a few. his dick is cramming itself inside your cunt, stuffed full of his cum already. bits of it leak down from your hole, a milky white ring formed around his cock from how you were suctioning him in. his tip hit those spots deep inside your own fingers aren't able to reach, making your head spin.

—

when i met you in that hotel room,

i could tell that you were so bad news.

but i keep messin' with ya, messin' with ya,

and now you're messin' with me, messin' with me.

—

chris sinks his fingers deep in you, the same ones you saw earlier place a pill on a pretty girl's tongue. the same long fingers you eyed sorting crisp bills curled inside you, a long moan coming from your lips which only prompted a groan from the dealer. his eyes were heavy as he watched your pussy suck his fingers in, feeling your gummy walls clench around his digits. maybe it's his way of repaying you, after you drooled around his cock so prettily earlier.

—

i keep goin' back to this hotel room,

i just don't know what the hell to just tell you.

but i love messin' with ya, messin' with you,

girl, are you messin' with me, messin' with me?

—

it was just a one night stand. there wasn't much going on besides sex, the aftercare chris gave you was incredibly underwhelming—if it could even be called that. chris made you cum. you made chris cum. it wasn't exactly intimate. not like you were clasping hands with him, intertwining your fingers sensually. it wasn't like there were any soft-spoken words uttered that night. a singular "i love you" had fallen from the dealer's lips, except not in the way a man would tell her girlfriend or wife. it wasn't sweet or soft, there wasn't much of anything besides lust.

—

©eph3merall 2024

[princess-tulip-writes]

How I think the bat boys eat it

a/n: yes, I caved and set aside all of my requests and drafts to write this. no, I am not sorry.

Azriel is a fucking god at this shit, okay? Anything pussy related this man is a pro at and you can’t tell me any different. Fingering? Amazing. Fucking? Absolutely beautiful. Eating? A damn expert. This male doesn’t eat it, no he makes out with it. If you were wet before he dove in, you’re going to be drenched when he’s finished because he gets messy too, no fucks given about his saliva or your arousal. It’s coated on his lips, chin and even nose when he comes up to kiss you. He kitten licks at first, but then goes all in; sucking, nibbling softly, spitting on it, shoving his face in it deep, rubbing his nose on your clit while he tongue fucks you—

Rhysand is more of a tease about it more often than not. He uses pussy eating as a foreplay, a way to warm you up before he makes love to you. He’d lap up all of your juices slowly, taking his sweet ass time tasting you before taking your clit between his lips and sucking very softly. He’s careful about how much you feel, and it always leaves you wanting so much more— which he always provides later on when his cock is inside of you. But, if he simply just wants to eat your pussy for the fuck of it, he’s anything but teasing. He’s all in, sucking on your clit harshly, licking up your folds while looking into your eyes, fucking you with his tongue. He doesn’t get as messy as Azriel, but his lips and chin are glistening when he comes up with a smirk.

Cassian is a clit sucker through and through. The second he crawls down there, his lips capture the little bud and just go from there. His tongue flicks at it, softly at first then harder as it progresses. He’d release you with a ‘pop’ after a minute or two to lap at the dripping arousal leaking out of your hole, then go right back to suckling on that bundle of nerves until your clawing at him to stop. His chin is covered, but he wears the goofiest grin as he kisses your cunt as a ‘thank you’ after.

Bonus: cum coated fingers

When Azriel fingers you, he sucks your cum off of them then shoves his spit coated digits in your mouth to taste. Omg he’d coo at you too, telling you how pretty you are while sucking on his fingers.

Rhysand looks into your eyes while popping them into his mouth and sucking your cum off, slipping into your fucked out mind to show you how sexy you look.

Cassian sucks your cum off his big ass fingers then wipes the saliva on your nipples, calling you his pretty girl before sliding his cock inside.

[estellan0vella]

Wouldn't Want To Be Anywhere Else ❀Megumi Masterlist HFBU

You’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The room is dim, the only light coming from the digital clock on the nightstand. Megumi lies next to you, his steady breathing the only sound breaking the silence. His presence is comforting, a warm anchor in the cool, quiet night. You turn your head slightly, looking at his relaxed face, his dark hair tousled against the pillow. You feel a surge of affection and a hint of anxiety, the latter always lurking in the background since your diagnosis.

Living with epilepsy is a constant balance of caution and normalcy, and having Megumi by your side has made it easier. He’s calm, reliable, and incredibly understanding. He never makes you feel like a burden, which is something you’ve feared with previous partners. Instead, he treats your condition with a practical matter-of-factness that helps you feel safe.

You remember the first time you told him about your epilepsy. It was early in your relationship, a time when revealing such personal details felt like peeling back layers of vulnerability. You’d been at a small café, the buzz of conversation and the clinking of cups creating a cozy backdrop. Megumi had listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours, and when you were done, he’d simply nodded.

“I understand,” he’d said. “We’ll handle it together.”

And you have. From keeping track of your medication schedule to learning the best ways to support you during and after a seizure, Megumi has become an expert on the intricacies of your condition. He’s attended appointments with you, asked the right questions, and even researched new treatments and support groups. His dedication is unwavering, and it fills you with gratitude and love.

Tonight, though, you’re restless. You shift slightly, trying not to disturb him, but Megumi is a light sleeper. His eyes flutter open, and he turns his head to look at you.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just can’t sleep,” you whisper back, trying to keep your voice steady.

He reaches out and gently squeezes your hand. “Want to talk about it?”

You hesitate, then nod. “I’m just… worried, I guess. About the future. About having another seizure.”

Megumi shifts closer, his presence a solid, reassuring weight beside you. “I know it’s hard,” he says softly. “But we’re in this together. You’re not alone.”

You smile, feeling a little better. His words, simple as they are, hold a lot of weight. You turn on your side to face him, taking comfort in his familiar features. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, are soft in the dim light, full of concern and love.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly.

He cups your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. “You don’t have to thank me. I love you, and that means being here for you, no matter what.”

You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but they’re the good kind—tears of relief, of gratitude. You lean in, and he meets you halfway, your lips brushing in a tender kiss. It’s a reminder that you’re not facing this alone, that Megumi is right there with you, every step of the way.

The next day, you’re at the park, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your face. Megumi is next to you, his hand entwined with yours as you stroll along the path. It’s a beautiful day, the kind that makes you forget about your worries, even if just for a little while. You’re both quiet, content to just be in each other’s company.

As you walk, you see a group of children playing nearby, their laughter ringing out across the park. You watch them for a moment, feeling a pang of longing. You’d love to have a family someday, but the thought of raising children with your condition is daunting.

Megumi seems to sense your shift in mood. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “What’s on your mind?”

You glance at him, considering how to put your feelings into words. “I was just thinking about the future,” you say slowly. “About having a family. It feels… complicated.”

Megumi nods, his expression thoughtful. “It’s something we’d have to plan for, sure. But I don’t think it’s impossible. We’d just need to be careful and make sure we have the right support in place.”

His words are reassuring, and you find yourself relaxing a little. “You’re right. I guess I just worry about the ‘what ifs’ sometimes.”

“We all do,” Megumi says quietly. “But we can’t let them stop us from living our lives. We’ll figure it out, together.”

You smile, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. You know that with Megumi by your side, you can face whatever challenges come your way.

Later that evening, you’re at home, preparing dinner together. Megumi is chopping vegetables while you stir a pot on the stove. It’s a simple, domestic scene, but it’s moments like these that you cherish the most. The comfortable routine, the easy conversation, the way you move around each other in perfect sync.

As you set the table, you feel a familiar aura begin to settle over you. It’s a sensation you’ve come to recognize all too well—the onset of a seizure. Your heart starts to race, and you clutch the edge of the table, trying to steady yourself.

“Megumi,” you manage to say, your voice strained.

He’s at your side in an instant, his eyes sharp with concern. “It’s happening?”

You nod, and he gently guides you to the couch, helping you to lie down on your side. He moves quickly and efficiently, making sure the area around you is safe. He’s done this so many times, and his calmness helps to ground you.

“I’m here,” he says softly, holding your hand. “I’m right here.”

The seizure takes hold, and everything becomes a blur. But through it all, you’re aware of Megumi’s presence, his steady voice, and the comforting feel of his hand in yours. It’s over relatively quickly, but it leaves you exhausted and disoriented.

When it’s over, Megumi helps you sit up, his eyes full of concern. “Are you okay?”

You nod weakly, leaning against him for support. “Yeah, I think so. Just tired.”

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “Rest for a bit. I’ll finish up dinner.”

You’re too tired to argue, so you let him take care of everything. As you rest on the couch, you watch him move around the kitchen, marveling at how effortlessly he seems to handle everything. His quiet competence and unwavering support make you feel incredibly lucky.

After a while, he brings over a plate of food and sits down next to you. You eat together in companionable silence, the simple act of sharing a meal grounding you after the seizure. Megumi’s presence is a constant reminder that you’re not alone, that you have someone who loves you and will always be there for you.

As you lie in bed that night, you think about the future again. This time, though, it doesn’t seem quite so daunting. With Megumi by your side, you know you can face whatever comes your way. You reach out and take his hand, feeling a sense of peace settle over you.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your voice full of emotion.

He turns to you, his eyes soft and full of love. “For what?”

“For being here. For everything.”

He smiles, squeezing your hand gently. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

You drift off to sleep, feeling safe and loved. And as you do, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you’ll face them together.

[robin-evry]

HII i'm loving your works omg! could i ask you to make a bronya!yuu or silverwolf!yuu? (you can choose just one if you want). take care or yourself and do your work at your time, no need to rush! :D

I decided to do two but sorry if bronya is so short , aww thank you.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅!𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓🐺👾

A member of the Stellaron Hunters and a genius hacker. She sees the universe as a massive immersive simulation game and has fun with it. She's mastered the skill known as "aether editing," which can be used to tamper with the data of reality.

Silver wolf!yuu is rarely known in nrc, they prefer to stay behind the scenes only a few students know about their existence.

Rarely appear in public, mostly using their holograms to go to school. It's pretty rare to see them actually outside of the ramshackle dorm.

Has a habit of disappearing and appearing, imagine your standing there and suddenly a hologram or game particles appear and silver wolf!yuu appear beside you.

Every time Crowley manages to piss them off, silver wolf!yuu would choose an area to vandalize at school, and some students manage to learn when you take a photo of it you can get a hidden message from silver wolf!yuu about Crowley.

silver wolf!yuu has a habit of collecting data about students, they have a database about their past, quirks, strength and weakness.

A very famous gamer in twst known to beat unbeatable levels of any game in twst and they use a fake alias. They hear about idia ranting towards Ortho about their game persona and find it funny. And join many game tournaments and win them easily and they gained money for this.

The ignihyde dorm is their second home, the dorm has good wifi for gaming. And manage to get close to idia and Ortho and talk about games with each other.

Their uniform has technology imbued to it. allowing them to access and project holographic screens on command. These are mainly used for quick data checks, sending encrypted messages, or pulling up maps and files in real-time without needing a handheld device.

They possessed a higher advanced technology than anything in twst. Also they use their aether hacking to change the ramshackle to their liking.

In battle, they would dominate due to having a lot hex on their side, they can hack into reality and get in the students file and remove the overblot. Or use it to discover and apply weakness towards the enemy.

They also have a mysterious job, operated as a freelancer, known for taking on jobs that require skill, secrecy, and the ability to circumvent the most complex security systems. Their reputation was built on their expertise in digital infiltration, information gathering, and high-stakes hacking, often working for those willing to pay for their skills without asking too many questions. most of their clients seem to be suspicious or not morally good.

Notorious for being a phone addict always playing their game outside or inside of class and when they were asked a question they immediately answered it correctly.

They also have a talent of engineering zoning out imagining about creating new tech ideas, mods and strategies for games.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐀!𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 ❄️🌬️

Heir apparent to the Supreme Guardian of Belobog. She possesses pride befitting of a princess, but also the determination and integrity of a soldier.

Bronya!yuu is the embodiment of what a leader and an heir should be. Their charisma is able to encourage people and lead them towards the right path.

As well a dignified soldier bronya!yuu may look weak but are by far one of the most efficient in hand to hand combat, able to pin down a student who is bigger than them.

Has a tendency to reminisce about their mother and would just sit there and reminisce about them and grim would always be there to comfort them.

An expert marksman, rook and them once a week have a contest with each other who ever is the better marksman.

They are by far one of vil favorite, they are dignified, elegant and strong like a soldier and a princess should be, they also inspired epel to be more like them he admired them and have lessons with him where they tutor him.

They are patient and calm in the heeds of battle always believing as being one in harmony they could work together and forge a more successful path, as well being the back bone of a battle planning and helping them behind the scenes by shooting at the enemy

Them and Lilia would usually trade military tactics to each other over a cup of tea and also discussing other topics

They usually get burned out and they don't know when to rest, since they always have to keep a princess like dignity many of the first years notice and comfort them during hard times.

Bronya!yuu abilities allow them to enhance their comrade ability extremely towards its potential, as well to summon winter soldiers to help them but it takes a lot of energy.

Have a love and interest in history, usually seen in the library studying about twst long history and enjoy talking about them to their friends.

As well being a top student, always studying and getting good grades without any issue and always be respectful towards people

By far have a good reputation at school for being a capable leader, many students admire their discipline, while others have some sort of a sense of rivalry with them.

[ronearoundblindly]

ransom + a kiss on a falling tear? 🥺

*evil cackling*

Ransom Drysdale x reader [can be enjoyed as a one-shot or as a piece of The Root of All Ransom series]

The Ransomizer

Warning for filth and so many f-bombs. I'm sorry, but they make *him* and they make it way funnier. MINORS DNI. There is plenty for younger readers on my Light Masterlist, but this one is not for you! WC 1023

There’s an app, and at this particular moment, Ran might destroy any phone on the fucking planet that has it downloaded.

Fucking traitor.

Fucking mathematical bullshit.

He trusted that fucking thing, but this? Ran’s gonna expire before night’s end because of that piece of fucking shit.

No, Ran tenses and slows down, too close, too close, not yet. Fuuuuuuuuuck.

He squeezes his eyes shut, heaving in a breath and growling the air back out.

See, the app is called the ‘Randomizer.’ All it does is generate a single digit number—1 through 9. That’s it. That’s all it does.

You and he use it for chores or choosing between equally-favored options of things. It’s always been super helpful since that’s the kind of decision making Ransom can’t fucking stand to waste time on. It became a fun game of who does what how many times before switching.

Tonight, Ran decided to make it choose…something else, namely how many times you’d each come on Valentine’s Day.

Then that fucking piece of donkey-ass, hurl-fodder went and did this.

Orgasms for you: NINE.

Orgasms for him: ONE.

Cocksucker!

Or, he guesses, ZERO COCKSUCKING.

The mere thought of you on your kn—nope. Breathe. Hold it together. He can do this.

It’s been a marathon. He has walked away—pulled out and gotten off the bed—to cool down several times. If blue balls were a real condition, he’d be dangling two setts of lapis lazuli.

Once, he even took a pillow with him to scream into, he’s so (sincerely) fucking frustrated.

You came on his fingers twice, with his mouth another, with his mouth and a finger in the ass another, him fucking you while you wore this dainty heart buttplug once more, and (thank god) three times while riding him. It’s finally about to be his turn. He just has to get you there one last time.

The night’s gone on so long that it’s early.

You two have been running on fumes and hastily-grabbed water for the last half hour.

“Come on. Come on, sweetheart. You can do it. One more for me.”

He’s got you folded in half beneath him on the very damp bed, cockhead pumping (albeit slightly slower in his fatigue) over your g-spot with expert, torturous precision.

He can feel you climbing back toward a peak, but if he doesn’t seal this fucking deal he will literally, metaphorically, and physically die. Holy shit, don’t lose it. Don’t fucking lose it.

He has one last, completely desperate play to make, and when he weighs his options based on the inferno deep in his thigh muscles, the near-hallucination level of oxygen deprivation to his brain, and the magnet-like pull of pleasure between his pelvis and yours, he can’t see a choice.

At this point, you’re so fucked out, you might not even notice, so he releases one of your legs to let it lazily flop with his thrusts, the flat of your foot weakly kicking his ass without a care in the fucking world except for fuck’s sake come, woman.

Ran grasps your throat gently, palm hot on your clammy skin, tilting your face to the side for better control while the situation feels excruciatingly out of control. He gives the tiniest squeeze as he grinds his hips to yours, the most friction he can offer until the chaffing starts—and it will start soon since he ran out of lube when you rode him.

He watches your shining eyes cross in bliss before you close them.

Tears escape, and he hastily curls forward to catch one with his lips as it rolls to your hairline.

You taste like sweat and sex. That’s no fucking surprise. One shower ain’t gonna wash this stink off.

Fuck, he’s so close.

After staving off his end for so long, he almost can’t believe it. There’s a euphoric haze that blurs the edge of his existence and a dull ringing in his ears that won’t stop. Good, because he can’t stop either.

“You want it. I know you want to. You wan’ cum, don’t you?” At this point, he’s…not sure who he’s actually referencing, but fuck if he’s thinking anything at all.

He’s startled—full-blown, jerks-to-a-stop startled—by your end.

Your hands, which had long since turned to jello, spring to life and claw at his chest, so he instantly lets go and props himself up. Holy shit, he’s never heard you mewl like that. And the force with which you writhe beneath him? Well, he could maybe sorta kinda consider doing this again for another ticket to see that show.

You grip at his sides and keep punching your hips up. You’re fucking him mid-air, legs lolling hap hazardously behind his back and thighs, possessed to move by the sheer potency of your spasming core, and it—it—oh fuck.

Like a house of cards, Ran’s resolve crumbles to leave him nothing but a puddle atop you.

Stamina in absentia, mouth stretched open where it landed over your collarbone, he sobs curses in relief, emptying everything he has regardless of how pinned and tangled you two are.

The flood recedes. Tidal currents return to normal in his body very, very slowly.

He dimly realizes he’s too heavy to stay like that, but he can’t roll away or let go.

Ran tucks his arms beneath you, shifting the burden to his forearms, veins screaming in protest, but he doesn’t fucking care. He bends his knees to hold up his lower half, a warm trickle of cum, dislodged from you, making its way down his balls, but he doesn’t fucking care. He becomes the least effective cage imaginable because he’s not meant to keep you like this.

He just needs a minute, just one fucking minute after this very long night.

He looks up to your face, tracing his nose up your throat and pressing his lips against your lax jaw.

“You’re doing the fucking dishes this week,” he groans. “I don’t give a shit what the app said.”

You pat a hand to his sweaty ass.

“Yeah.”

He just needs a fucking minute, but he'll take nine if he god damn pleases.

Steve Rogers and a kiss on a scar ⬅️ ➡️ Bucky Barnes and a kiss as encouragement

[Main Masterlist; Valentine's 2024 Fics; Ko-Fi]

@supraveng @1950schick @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @yiiiikesmish @ashesofblackroses @spectre-posts @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @buckysprettybaby @starkleila @tenaciousperfectionunknown @ellethespaceunicorn

[thessalian]

Sometimes I think Tumblr shows some of the best of humanity. Not everywhere, obviously - there are always assholes - but ... I mean, come on. Our daily lives demand that we be ... flat. Incurious, unmoved by anything but the need to survive. To those who run the world, we're cogs in a machine and the only time we should appreciate anything that isn't "I have a job so I won't starve this month" is when they want to sell us something, and we should appreciate that without question. It's the worst bits of Brave New World and the worst bits of 1984, all in one.

But here? Here we tell each other stories. We create art just because. We watch the wonders of the natural world through digital windows, and we are awed and fascinated and our brains are alive for a minute. The adorable, the desirable, the awe-inspiring, the sexy - they're what we decide they are, not what someone wants to sell us.

We teach each other. We entertain each other. We inspire each other. We cheer each other on. We remind people all over the world to take their meds, to hydrate, to hang in there because there is beauty in the world. We live in a world where there are adorable little octopi and baby horseshoe crabs and little frogs that sleep in flowers. We live in a world where someone in another country wants to teach us how to crochet, or cook, or do home improvement stuff. We have experts - qualified or not - in every field, willing to teach us what school systems won't.

Yeah, of course there are assholes. Unfortunately, there always are. But I read through your posts, all of you, and I see a world that doesn't just want me to work until I die. I see a world that wants me to live, and most of all to enjoy living. I honestly hope the weird and funny and beautiful things I fill my own queue with help you all do the same. Everyone deserves to remember that the world is more than work-eat-sleep.

So thank you for the beautiful art, and the awesome writing, and the flowers, and the "It's Gonna Be Okay" posts, and all the trivia (even the kangaroo penis thing). Thanks for reminding me how much bigger the world is than some people want us to realise.

[two-white-butterflies]

the most beautiful girl | k7

Description: After a decade long hiatus - everyone expects you to return around the arm of some billionaire. To their surprise, Kimi Raikkonen is your husband.

yourusername: Love and Laughter ❤️💞✨

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darlingstormborn22: UM?? SEVEN YEARS OF NOT POSTING ANYTHING THEN THIS...?

scandanaviandollslova9: oh fashion is about to return

sebastianvettel: Beautiful Family! - yourusername: Thank you, Seb...!

yourusername: I've been gone for so very long - and privacy has been really nice! But I think it's finally time to introduce my family :) 💞✨ I met my husband when I was filming 'Fast and Furious 2'...which is basically 20 years ago? Hmm, time seems to pass easily when you are having fun ❤️ He was one of the people that we interviewed to make sure that the driving was accurate in the movie. I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WE FELL IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER AFTER THAT! Now we have three beautiful children. Malena, Katrina and Keanu 💞✨

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f1multistan: Anyone else think that her husband is an F1 Driver? - watcheaaa2: yeah probs Fernando or Hamilton - hemeheme54: @f1multistan it's probably a billionaire or engineer expert 🤷🏻‍♀️ I think she's too beautiful and precious for the 8 digits club 😁

harabean: ELON MUSK? OR ONE OF THE ARNAULTS?

estiebestiesuperfan: Bill Gates just got divorced guys

yourusername: the story of when i fucked my driver 🤣

tagged: @kimimatiasraikkonen

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kimimatiasraikkonen: You married him too. 🤣

hollarosaaa: EXCUSE ME? KIMI FUCKING RAIKKONEN?

ynsupporter: Her name...her name is Y/N motherfucking L/N-Raikkonen. 🔥

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hatemenow6: The way that she probably wins the arguments - richieriveroo: Mom: "You're fucking wrong." Kimi: "Yes."

bucketfullasunshine8: Malena Raikkonen, Katrina Raikkonen, Keanu Raikkonen. SHE ATE WITH THE NAMES 😭

kimimatiasraikkonen: My beautiful family. 💞✨

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iloveyn: The way that Y/N Probably wrote this 😭

yourusername: I love you. ❤️

@h-c-u @shouq @fdl305 @iloveyou3000morgan @lpab @ietss

[pinkanonwrites]

The human kink realization got me thinking. Would this unlock anything in Jazz or hound? Bc I know jazz is very infatuated with human culture hehehe and hound lowkey wishes he was human. Would they be inspired to any new kinks after meeting humans? Your the expert ur word is law

*Putting on my grad cap for my scholarly seminar* Why thank you, anon! Hopefully these headcanons will suffice.~

I think both Jazz and Hound have a particular fondness (obsession) with just how soft humans are, especially in comparison to Cybertronians. I've waxed poetic about it before, but there really is nothing that soft on Cybertron. Both of them are pretty open about it with their partners, but where Jazz is mostly just appreciative and affectionate Hound is about full-on body worship. He's enamored with every part of you, trailing over your body with exceedingly gentle digits.

I also think while Jazz is more of a switch, Hound prefers to be the submissive one when it comes to humans. He doesn't realize it's a kink (and probably never will unless someone points it out to him) but there's something deeply and primally appealing to him when he's being dominated by someone significantly smaller than he is. He could never be physically overpowered by you, but your demands are more than enough to have him bending to your will. You tell him how and where you want him and he's ecstatic to oblige. Besides, he's not the type to want to resist you anyway.

Jazz may have a slight dacryphilia kink? I don't think he enjoys making you cry, but seeing you so overwhelmed with pleasure that the tears beading in the corners of your eyes start rolling down your cheeks? Yeah, that has some appeal to him. He's not particularly sadistic, but he loves knowing his partner is feeling good.

[mollyjimbly]

🚨🚨ATTENTION🚨🚨

Another Disgusting anti-LGBT bill, planning to censor queer content online.

Yet again another law that infringes on privacy. and anonymity.

The bill is KOSA

https://www.congress.gov/bill/118th-congress/senate-bill/1409

KOSA is a threat to LGBTQ+ youth.

It allows right-wing AGs to censor LGBTQ+ content in the name of "protecting kids".

This doesn't protect kids. This actually hurts kids even more.

It will snuff out LGBTQ+ spaces and makes the internet more of a dangerous place for them, more or less...

"Of course, like so many of these “bipartisan” anti-internet bills that have bipartisan support, the support on each side of the aisle is based on a very different view of how the bill will be used in practice. We went through this last year with the AICOA antitrust bill. Democrats supported it (falsely) believing that it would magically increase competition, while Republicans were gleefully talking about how they were going to use it to force websites to host their propaganda."

"Now, with KOSA, again you have Democrats naively (and incorrectly) believing that because it’s called the “Kids Online Safety Bill” it will magically protect children, even though tons of experts have made it clear it will actually put them at greater risk."

https://www.techdirt.com/2023/05/24/heritage-foundation-says-that-of-course-gop-will-use-kosa-to-censor-lgbtq-content/

KOSA will also undermine privacy in the name of "protecting children".

"This bill would effectively place many internet services behind an age verification wall, prevent anonymous surfing, and would require all users – adults or teens – to verify their age before they can access information or content.

The Computer & Communications Industry Association supports the enactment of comprehensive privacy legislation at the federal level, but has concerns about KOSA’s duty of care, vague requirements that would prevent teens from accessing critical information, and compliance provisions that conflict with current trends toward data minimization."

https://ccianet.org/news/2023/05/ccia-statement-on-unintended-consequences-of-kosa-legislation-would-place-most-internet-services-behind-age-verification-wall/

Age verification technology is just not secure enough for usage at the moment, leaks are likely to happen, it will be especially dangerous if the leaked Age verification information has a government ID linked to it. That would mean that malicious individuals may get a hold of personal addresses, bank details, basically you'll get doxxed by the government...

You may be asking, "well is there anything to do about it?"

Of course there is, but we really need your help spreading awareness around, because the bill is most likely to pass this July!

This website was put together by Fight for the Future. It has everything, from petitions to calls scripts. It's very easy to understand and use and one of the best links to spread. I urge you to use this when calling your members of congress. All you need to do is put in your phone number once and read off the script provided and it does the rest for you.

https://www.badinternetbills.com/

Signable petitions and open letters;

If you live in the states, call your state representatives;

Joinable Discord server;

More information;

I have to say again and I am not exaggerating, this is URGENT the bill could be passed THIS MONTH!

I am begging you, please OPPOSE KOSA!!

[teamdarkweek]

Live with the Team Dark Week dates and themes!

Each day has two words, you can choose either, both or go on a tangent - any form accepted, as long as it's your own work. Thank you @prowerprojects for your help brainstorming!

Participate using #team dark week, #teamdarkweek, or @teamdarkweek in your post. Submission box is also open if you prefer!

I'll be reminding you, but if you want to mark it in your calendar, you'd make my day!

As well as the usual prompts, I have included a Colour Palette for each day - this may not be useful, but if you're a digital artist I thought this would be an easy way to join in at less of a time cost. Here they are, as well as links to a web version. They're approximate, I won't be checking and I'm no graphics expert, these are just the ones I used to make my promo content, which will be shared after this.

February:

1st: Night // Gem

2nd: Memory // Secret

3rd: Power // Control

4th: Creation // Malfunction

5th: Hurt // Changed

6th: Together // Journey

7th: Space // Light

Expect the usual restrictions on content (Non-sexual, some gore and violence allowed) with the added detail that this is a non-ship week, so please don't submit shipping content! Further Details are available on this blog on Web-mode, plus I'll link them here! Participation Basics Rules Expanded Guidance and FAQ (that I have seen on other weeks!) The days again

I hope as many people as can manage it will be able to participate, and if you want to support, please consider sharing this post!

Askbox always open!