#this makes no sense btw

[skelswritingcorner]

Uhhh weird idea warning for pregnant robot. This is mostly just chaos.

So, I've had this idea since going to bed. The jist of it is that the members of the Lost Light end up finding a Decepticon facility where a peculiar Cybertronian is being held. Despite being forged during the war, they've been kept secret the whole time.

Basically, the Cybertronian has the ability to forge protoforms by constantly producing living metal, and most of her midsection is a gestation tank where the protoforms are created. Given how she's a minibot the size of Tailgate, it makes it even stranger. The genetic code of a "sire" is required for these protoforms to take shape. Along with that, she can't go into alt-mode during the forging of a protoform.

She is known only as The Forge, and the people at the facility have been using her for about half the war, and even after it ends to create Decepticon soldiers. Usually, with the code of either other valuable Decepticons or of captive Autobots of high interest. Most of the sires don't know about this either.

The Forge is usually able to pop out a protoform within a few months. However, when she is discovered by members of the Lost Light, she's been forging a protoform for years. This is because the protoform in question is pretty dang massive, and since she's, y'know, a mini, it takes her a while to forge a protoform that big.

When she is discovered, the presence of the protoform in her is very quickly noted. After being brought to Ratchet, he has to physically remove the protoform himself with First Aid's help. Very peculiar experience for them, but not for her. The protoforms tend to get stuck sometimes and can't be removed the usual way, so one of the people in the facility modified the gestation tank so that the protoform can be removed directly (basically a robot c-section).

Except it's kinda stuck, hence why the protoform has been in there for so goddamn long. Nobody knew how to remove it without severely damaging The Forge, which the Decepticons kinda needed for repopulating. Ratchet found a way tho.

After the protoform is forcefully evicted, The Forge (I really need to give her a name) is confused when the protoform isn't immediately taken away, and even more so when First Aid offers them to her. The protoforms are usually taken right away, never to be seen again.

When Perceptor is able to read the documents (including a list of sires), everything quickly goes into WTF territory. Drift has to confirm that no, he is not one of the sires. The sires never see The Forge, and as he sometimes guarded her during his Decepticon days.

So, EVENTUALLY, Fort Max appears. And shenanigans ensue because the moment he saw them, he IMMEDIATELY feels protective of the protoform, and he does Not Know Why. It basically goes like this:

Fort Max: I don't know why I feel compelled to protect the protoform.

Perceptor, with a datapad with a list of sires and Fort Max being the most recent one listed: Who knows?

Also, for extra shenanigans, the protoform is also attached to Maximus. Literally reaching out a servo to him once he gets close. Everyone is either losing their mind or confused as fuck. Mostly losing their mind. Perceptor, who has the documents, isn't surprised. From what he could find, in the occasion that the sire interacts with the protoform after fully developed, they feel incredibly protective of them. They don't know that they sired them.

Perceptor ends up taking Ratchet to the side, explaining that The Forge requires a sire's genetic code to help initiate the creation of a protoform, and that the protoform just removed from her has Max's genetic code.

I have no idea what to add next, so I'm just going to post this at the ungodly hour known as 5 in the morning.

[spikybanana]

time actually isn't real though.

this order, this one directional progressing "thing" is only in our head. in fact, it's not even a thing because it is just the way we put things together. it is the grid on which we understand ourselves, the staffs on which our lives play out and nothing more. it isn't a thing. it isn't real. and I've lost my train of thought

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[seagiri]

reviving an old AU i had in 2020

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanessa TOTALLY got those Tapes for the FNAF lore..

[isjasz]

[Day 321] 💜

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Ok Listen somehow my pieces get harder to explain every time. um. uh. my friend suggested lineless kissing art then we went insane, then they suggested watcher grian and secret life scar so uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh👍i had fun HASJKDAEHWEJ

[ssalballoon]

rot and ruin

this was heavily inspired by thatkorka's lovely fic! please check it out, it's such a good take on Gale's arc :')

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

i feel like when people say "katsuki won't change for you" they mean it like, completely and literally. but tbh i really really don't see it like that.

like yeah, he will never change his personality for anybody. he's still him because if you liked him romantically you'd already know what he's like. but he'd most definitely change his behaviour towards you. ofc im not trynna say he's gonna like do a whole 180 and kiss the ground you walk n shit but like..you're still his partner,, does that make sense ?? like it always confuses me when ppl say stuff like " he wont give you any special treatment he'll treat you like he treats everyone" and to me its like..no.., y'know ?😭 like at the end of the day you are still his partner. you're dating and he loves you so why would he treat you like some rando.

at most i see him like being awkward at the beginning of the relationship when its still new cus he doesnt know what to do (lol loser) but i still know he'd very much try. cus thats the thing youre not just a random you're his person. you're his one and he's obv gonna show you that because otherwise whats the point

m not sayin he's perfect, he's gonna mess up at some points maybe be a bit snappy because that's just how he is and you know that, you knew that when you got with him. BUT you still love him and he still very much loves you and he shows you that and he tries to make it up to you because you're different and he CARESSS!!! thats my whole thing!!!

[inkskinned]

i love when words fit right. seize was always supposed to be that word, and so was jester. tuesday isn't quite right but thursday should be thursday, that's a good word for it. daisy has the perfect shape to it, almost like you're laughing when you say it; and tulip is correct most of the time. while keynote is fun to say, it's super wrong - i think they have to change the label for that one. but fox is spot-on.

most words are just, like, good enough, even if what they are describing is lovely. the night sky is a fine term for it but it isn't perfect the way november is the correct term for that month.

it's not just in english because in spanish the phrase eso si que es is correct, it should be that. sometimes other languages are also better than the english words, like how blue is sloped too far downwards but azul is perfect and hangs in the air like glitter. while butterfly is sweet, i think probably papillion is more correct, although for some butterflies féileacán is much better. year is fine but bliain is better. sometimes multiple languages got it right though, like how jueves and Πέμπτη are also the right names for thursday. maybe we as a species are just really good at naming thursdays.

and if we were really bored and had a moment and a picnic to split we could all sit down for a moment and sort out all the words that exist and find all the perfect words in every language. i would show you that while i like the word tree (it makes you smile to say it), i think arbor is correct. you could teach me from your language what words fit the right way, and that would be very exciting (exciting is not correct, it's just fine).

i think probably this is what was happening at the tower of babel, before the languages all got shifted across the world and smudged by the hand of god. by the way, hand isn't quite right, but i do like that the word god is only 3 letters, and that it is shaped like it is reflecting into itself, and that it kind of makes your mouth move into an echoing chapel when you cluck it. but the word god could also fit really well with a coathanger, and i can't explain that. i think donut has (weirdly) the same shape as a toothbrush, but we really got bagel right and i am really grateful for that.

grateful is close, but not like thunder. hopefully one day i am going to figure out how to shape the way i love my friends into a little ceramic (ceramic is very good, almost perfect) pot and when they hold it they can feel the weight of my care for them. they can put a plant in there. maybe a daisy.

[vaguesnail]

this is the best thing that's ever happened

[pigswithwings]

to care for you i must take you apart

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

thinking about roomie!suguru, who steps out of the bathroom with just a towel hanging loosely around his waist. it's dangerously low and his happy trail is... leading your eyes to a forbidden place. water droplets cascade down his temple and his neck, his scarred chest and his toned muscles.

he finishes drying his hair with another, smaller towel before slinging it over his shoulder. he gives you a warm smile. there's still a bit of sleep in his tired eyes but he looks fresh, he looks good.

(he looks more than good.)

the morning light shines in through the small window of your shared kitchen and he hums at the smell of coffee. you're an angel leaning on the counter, hands busy with preparing your drink as he steps inside.

he chuckles. he asked you a question but you didn't hear it. he smells so fucking good; the smell of his shampoo and his fancy conditioner wash over your senses and it's easy to forget where you are. his eyes flick behind you before walking over to you with a smug little grin.

he bores his sharp purple eyes into yours – he loves how you react to him. he doesn't shy away from it, he's cockier than he looks. he loves the attention, he loves to be in your spotlight. he wouldn't care so much if you were a stranger, if you were a random person on the street ogling away, ut you're neither of those things, are you? no, you're something else.

he exudes warmth as he towers over you, his head tilted down to keep his eyes on you. he wants to play with you a little – he loves the way you're staring up at him right now. eyes big and wide, lip tucked under between your teeth. he's good with people, he can read them like a book and you're no different. he sees you swallow a dry lump, he sees you grace him with a flustered smile as you try to brush by the fact that he caught you admiring him red handed. he sees the way you're taking deeper breaths than normal, surely just to keep your composure. he can't wait to break you.

his arm reaches behind you to turn off the coffee machine with a small click.

"wouldn't wanna make a mess this early in the morning, now would we?"

melting. crumbling. falling down to your knees. you hate how much he teases (you love it), you hate how patronizing he sounds (it's hot). he's the only one that can get away with it – a charming smile that hides his deepest desires of sinking his teeth into little lambs like you, soft eyes that hide the need to watch them unfold before him.

his gentle hands long to hold, long to keep and covet. he thinks about you a lot; your shared mornings and afternoons, your exhausted naps and bitter rants about your days. shy gazes and lingering touches, stupid jokes and the cute little hidden sounds he keeps hearing from your room in the late hours. he's being patient, he's warming you up.

he's just as infatuated with you as you are with him. he's just more subtle with it.

or is he?

because you've heard him, too.

you don't know whether he's doing it unknowingly or he's actually trying to make you go insane – whichever it is, you are ready to bend at his will. soft groans accompanied by a steady slick pump; you didn't mean to listen in. you just wanted to make sure he's okay!

ear against the wooden door, you listened to him think about you. your name was on the tip of his tongue, but it was too early for that. he wants to smear you with his honey, he wants to drag you in but he needs to wait for it. this is perfect.

he did know you're were there.

he heard the floor creak, he heard the cutest gasp that left your pretty lips. fuck, you're perfect. his head was lolled back as he stroked himself to the thought of your wide, doe-eyes. how flustered you'd be, how flustered you were in that very moment. he imagined your trembling hands and your stuttered words and his dick twitched in his palm.

he thought about inviting you in and just making him watch as a form of punishment, for being a little pervert. he shuddered out a laugh and watched a glob of pre-cum cover his own fingers before mixing with the saliva and spit that's covering him already. he thought about making you sit between his legs so he could jerk off right in front of your beautiful face, he thought about your wobbly lips, your teary eyes. the way your thighs would press together.

your fingers would itch and twitch and he'd make you place them on your legs. he wouldn't want you to touch. yet. maybe he'd make you apologize and maybe he'd make you kiss the tip. he thought about how good you'd smell, how good you'd taste. another raspy groan crawled up his throat and you were about to cum untouched behind his door. like a creep.

he loves it. he's proud of you, he wants to push you even further. he wants to see what else he can make you do. this is exciting and he can't wait to devour you whole as a reward after he's done bullying himself into your body and your mind. utterly loved and corrupted—

— you're meant for him.

[lunarin64art]

Day 7: Free Day

Wallace telling Other Scott abt his crush on Scott

[hinamie]

new official illust of them with puppies healed something in me

[seagiri]

gravel

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton has bad eating habits in FNAF