#this was. not the thing I was planning to draw next.

[untoldsoup]

pages 5-8 redraw. Will be the final redraw for a few months. Goal is to redraw up to page 27 over time. Going to take a small break then start working on BTB Chapter 5. After chapter five I'll do a few more redraws of 'change'.

BTB chapter five will come out slower than planned. I'm very depressed due to the election and the uncertain future. I'm going to be spending a lot of time trying to figure things out about life and how to move forward.

That said, I'm going to keep drawing. I need to do something positive and hopeful in my life, and art brings me joy. So even if the next chapter of BTB runs late, it will be out as long as I'm able to draw.

pages 5-8 finally up!! Hope everyone is enjoying. I really was encouraged by all the positive feedback thank u! Will work on the next few pages soon!

previous: 1-4

Next: 9-14

[kangel92]

First Encounter🖊️⭐️

okay so uhhhhh this may look off topic from all things I’ve been uploading to this blog, but lemme explain lol:

This is like a super weird excuse but— I’m on college and our marketing teacher asked the whole class for our social media…. She assigned us to schedule posts from Nov 11 to Dec 11 and is gonna be checking we at least upload something new twice a week xD

I don’t have enough material to post from Parental Control AU; although I’m planning new things for it, I highly doubt I’ll have enough time to make at least two comics per week (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Buuuuut I DO have a lot of yumeshipping material so we’ll be using that for the scheduled weekly posts hehehe

Dw about it. As I said above, I’ll still do parental control. Just. Don’t freak out if you see some out of context drawings of J kissing a blue haired girl lol. Next post for this (my sona reference sheet!) is scheduled fooor Saturday;D

Thank you for understanding I know this is like a super weird situation but it is what it is

[mrsackermannx]

— HOMECOMING | SATORU GOJO

wc: 1.1k

cw: moving in together, implied childhood trauma/abuse, comfort/fluff, light descriptions of sex, established relationship, nervous reader.

author’s note: doing a little draft clearing <3

Moving in together managed to show all kinds of sides to Satoru’s girlfriend of almost two years. You planned every room, insisting on a theme for each to make it ‘fun’—which Satoru loved. His childhood had been nothing but sterile decor, too much white, or light beige, but you wanted cosy and he was completely onboard.

Warm lights and plants made everything seem closer and cosier, rendering the 360 penthouse windows mere spectators.

It felt as if every decision you made was done carefully, so you could fill every space with love and prepare it for the memories you would make together. As it came together it made Satoru’s gut pull with an unexpected feeling, walking into each room was like walking through the great mysteries of your mind, and embrace of your heart.

It made him realise that he was really starting his life with you, so he’d pick you up and spin you around with every step of progress.

You too saw different sides to Satoru, like when he insisted on driving to the only store who had the paint you wanted 60 miles away before the final one was gone. When he didn’t realise how rich he really was when getting an interior decorator isn’t the first thing you arrange, but when you tell him “I want it to be ours” he pulls you in a for a kiss and whispers, “anything you want.”

The next day when you’re shopping for bed sheets and you pick up some ones you think he might like, but he clicks and then softly hums, “Babe, they’re recycled polyester,” as he compares two paint splotches with one eye cocked shut.

Your mouth parts in surprise, “H-how can you tell-“

He sighs into a smile, cocking a brow at you, “Aren’t they?”

He was right.

But it’s the first week of living together that completely blindsides Satoru. When you sleep in one morning and he catches you walking almost silently around the apartment, afraid to make noise, afraid to exist.

He’s almost perplexed, frowning with his thumb to his chin, wondering if he should even call your name in case he startles you. You knock into a piece of furniture and your eyes widen like this is it, hell is about to break loose. Your breath quickens and you hurriedly realign it, before carrying on with quietened and now shaky movements.

The sight pulls on his heart, no—tugs on it until it feels like it’s not cemented in his chest. What had your first home been like? He needed you to know that this one was nowhere near the same, so he stops peeking in the doorway and says your name softly to get your attention.

But you still startle, yelping but then trying to laugh it off. But your palm is glued to your chest and your eyes are wide. He says your name softly, once more. You swallow and nod. When he says it a second time you draw closer, footsteps so soft he barely hears them, he feels like he’s coaxing an injured animal, suddenly wondering if his tall, broad frame is too overwhelming.

But then you place your hands on his forearms, stroking the veins that rest there, and press your cheek into his chest. “Hello,” you murmur in apology. He frowns, carefully wrapping his arms around your waist.

You hold onto him like somebody is trying to pry you apart. The sensation that erupts in his gut is so consuming, that he rocks you to keep himself together too.

You stay like that for a long time. Every squeeze and gentle caress carries silent words like, “You’re safe.”

But still, Satoru doesn’t ask. He tries not to ask you too many questions about anything you do in the apartment.

One morning after an especially late night, your shared laughter rings through the kitchen, Satoru’s whipping up a compote of berries for the plates of pancakes you’re arranging when you accidentally swipe your glass of orange juice.

Satoru startles so little it’s almost imperceptible, but your hands fly to your ears and you’re so stricken by the sight you look like you might just collapse. “I’m so sorry,” you chant, ducking to grab the shards of the broken glass.

But Satoru’s already leaning over and grabbing you, “It’s okay,” he says firmly, and you worry so much that he sounds upset. He’s not upset with you, he’s upset with how you have been failed.

He sits you carefully on the couch and kneels below you, you immediately cover your face with your hands. “Give me a moment.”

You sit curled up on the large pink couch, sinking into the array of blankets and pillows Satoru keeps arranged. He hums little songs to himself as he cleans away the mess, and before you know it he’s cuddling up beside you with one plate of pancakes instead of two.

He leans over and kisses your forehead, and says, “Let’s share?”

You nod silently and he makes a triumphant “hmph” sound, carefully cutting into the pancakes and bringing the heaped spoonful to your lips.

As you take the first bite, so warm, and fluffy and tasty it makes you feel so cared for your eyes grow glassy. Satoru pretends not to notice, humming to Chet Baker’s Let’s get lost, playing on the vinyl in the kitchen.

With every other bite he has one too, humming in content as he leaves the plate on the coffee table and helps you clamber onto his lap. “Thank you, Satoru.”

He cups your cheek and then kisses the tip of your nose, “It’s okay, sweetness…” His voice trails away, staring at you like you’re simultaneously the most bewitching and confusing thing he’s ever seen. “How can I help?”

You dither for a moment, reaching for his hand just to anxiously drum your fingers against it. “Just keep being you.”

Your words seem to reassure him. They reassure him to softly push your back against the couch and spread your thighs. He settles there like his true home is your body and not the place you’re even in, he takes his time to unravel you, making you burst until he realises he’ll have to get the couch cleaned. He shifts your hair from your eyes, loving you so good that you cry a little from how much pleasure he’s giving you with even the most minimal effort.

From then on, Satoru notices the day that you don’t jolt as he hugs you when he steps into a room, when you don’t flinch at loud sounds or startle when his voice fills the room

He asks you and then you begin to always say; because it’s only you.

He grins, enamoured and content, pulls you into his arms and whispers back. “Exactly, and you’re the safest when you’re with me.

©mrsackermannx: do not repost, plagiarise, translate or modify my works.

[kidokear]

I've grown tired of holding into this one.

This is a semi-old drawing. If it's looking meh, that's why. ^^;>

OK, so- I started this back in 2023 (you know, when a certain new year sketch was dropped) and I thought I was being a comedic genius, but I didn't finish it at the timeline I set up so I left it be, then 2024 came and I though, 'oh! Let's give it another go'. Same thing happened. Revisit a couple of months later and though, might as well have it ready for the next Easter. So I finally, finished it up.

I planned to wait, but my patience run out. XD

[gingerteawrites]

"I wanna be yours" - Gojo Satoru

A/N: Fellas, I have returned! Been wanting to post more often, so I'll try actually making a schedule for myself. Anyways, enjoy :)

Content: JJK sorcerer!reader, kind of canon, Gojo x reader, mostly fluff, teeny weeny angst

Gojo Satoru had always gotten everything he wanted in life. Many called him spoiled, but being a prodigy came with its perks. No one ever dared to stand in the way. And those who did never stood for long anyway.

So from the moment you were transferred to Jujutsu High and his crystal eyes laid on you, he knew he wanted you. He marveled at the way you treated your students and fellow staff members. The sweetness of your smile haunted his dreams. He had made up his mind, and nothing could get in the way.

Except you. You got in the way.

"Hey, sweetheart? Wanna grab desserts after classes are done today?" He asks, leaning against your desk as you finish grading your students' tests.

"Sorry Gojo," you look up from your paperwork, adjusting your frames on your nose. "I've got to finish up some lesson plans."

He sulked openly, lips pursed as he lifted his blindfold. Frustration gnawed at his insides. He'd been trying to go out with you one-on-one for months now. But you always found a way to turn him down.

"Can't spare me a little time?" He drew closer. You could feel the cursed energy radiate off of him. Even when he wasn't trying, the Strongest's aura was something that could not be ignored.

"Next time, okay?" Your eyes returned to your papers, and he sighed in defeat.

There was never a "next time".

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The Kyoto sister-school exchange event had just concluded. Cursed energy flowed through you while you worked on healing the injured students. "Thank you ___-san." Itadori beamed at you, the worn out skin around his knuckles slowly repairing.

"You're welcome Yuuji-kun." You returned the smile, standing up to move towards Shoko who had just finished patching up Maki.

The students, fully healed started to part ways. You made sure everyone was set and after a small debrief with Yaga on the special grades' attacks, you walked outside the main building.

"Is Gojo still meeting with the higher-ups? I can't believe they managed to attack us here." You mused, sitting on one of the benches outside the classrooms with Shoko.

She took a long draw from her cigarette and lazily turned towards you.

"I promise you he would appear right this second if he could." Her smoky voice danced in the afternoon breeze. "Couldn't resist you being here." She spoke as if it was fact.

You shook your head to yourself, looking down at your lap with a chuckle. "Pfft, he's just flirty Ieiri. I don't think too much of it." The idea of having Satoru's attention was not unpleasant. His presence always made your heart beat a little faster, after all. But you would never give yourself false hopes. He could have anyone he wanted, and the prospect was more than enough to make you want to keep your distance.

Shoko just shook her head, the cloud of smoke hanging around her parting when she stood. "If thinking that is what helps you sleep at night," she waved with a turn "I'll see you."

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Too many things had happened. Getting attacked by multiple special grades, half of the school destroyed, the kids hurt. The balance of the Jujutsu society felt like a wreck and you knew that October 31st spelt even more trouble.

You sat in one of your empty classrooms, head on the desk with your eyes fixed outside the window. You had to prepare for Shibuya. A deep sense of anxiety gnawed at your insides, causing you to close your eyes in hope of some respite.

However, the sound of doors sliding open prompted them open, turning your head to identify the intruder. There stood Gojo with his blindfold off, a rare occurrence.

"Hello, sweetheart." He approached your desk, pulling a chair to sit beside you.

"Hi, Gojo." You replied, tired voice barely carrying through the room. His azure eyes traced your features.

His hand slowly coming up to brush against your cheek. And you didn't pull away. The soothing touch was oh so welcome. It drew you out of the anxious hole your mind was digging.

"Before we go out there." He paused, voice uncharacteristically soft. Smooth. Not putting on a show, but deeply honest. "Before the fighting starts... I need to be sure."

"Sure of what?" You couldn't help but lean into his touch. He chuckled, almost humorlessly.

"I've been trying. In not so subtle ways." He spoke quietly. "I just want to hear you say it. That you truly don't want me."

Your eyes widened, body stilling. The wind blew in through the window, the chill of the outside filling the room.

"Satoru... I..." Your mouth gaped, in a desperate search for words.

"I wanna be yours." He assured, thumb brushing across your lower lip. "Even if it's the last thing I do." He took in a deep breath, drawing closer so that there were only a few inches left between you. "Will you let me?"

Your thoughts melded together into a hazy mush, breath taken away by his words. By his closeness. You weren't sure you could formulate the correct words. To express how much you wanted it too. How much you wanted to be his. How much you reveled in his closeness, despite the parts of your mind that screamed that it was hopeless. That he was too good for you. That this could end too soon for either of you.

So you pushed all thoughts away and acted on instinct. You closed the gap, plush lips meeting his in a tender embrace. Your hand rested along his jaw, pulling him closer and he responded to your invitation, gently slipping a hand around your neck. Your lips moved in a soft tango, rhythm dictated by your frantic hearts. Kissing until your lips were tinted red with passion.

You finally parted and rested your foreheads against each other, and Gojo let out a chuckle, a quiet thing, teeming with joy.

"That was the first time you've called me Satoru."

You smiled. "I want to be yours too, Satoru," he pressed a tender kiss on your cheek, his lips pulled into a wide smile.

The future had never seemed more uncertain, and the balance of the jujutsu world barely hung on by a thread. But in that moment all Gojo could feel was unbridled joy.

"Thank you, my love."

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated(❁´◡`❁)

[emilysholster]

Bratty (David Rossi x Reader)

Summary: David punishes you for acting out at work

Warnings: NSFW, public teasing/flirting, dirty talk/pet names, daddy kink, [unprotected] PinV sex, edging, oral sex (D receiving), face-fucking, light D/S dynamics, mention of degradation, (fem!reader)

Translations: gattina (kitten)

A/N: inspired by an ask from @vikingstoner69, thank you! 🩷

Admin day was always such a bore. No cases, just talks about budget and financial planning for the whole work day. While Emily took on the brunt of the work as chief, it was still each team member’s responsibility to present to everyone their ideas for the budget updates and what they’d like to see added to the team’s toolkit.

It was during these presentations that your genius idea to get over the boredom came to you. You rolled your chair a bit so that you were further back from the table, and able to see the back of everyone’s heads. You were not directly visible to anyone else on the team except for David, who was at the front of the room.

The two of you had been dating in secret for some time. You’d mutually decided to not let the team know until you were both comfortable, and that meant things were in that easy spot right now. Your nights consisted of separate car rides from work to either his place or yours, where you’d then enjoy dinner, and later, each other.

You felt a light tingle between your legs thinking about last night and the way you’d made David groan. Watching him at the front of the room, you crossed your legs, squeezing your thighs together. The action had a double purpose, as the skirt you were wearing rode up your thighs slightly, exposing more of your skin. You smirked to yourself when you saw David’s gaze catch on your legs as he spoke.

As he went on with his presentation, you began upping your antics. You pulled your hair out of the bun it was in, letting it fall down your shoulders. Next, you began toying with the top button of your blouse. Innocent enough, but when you slipped the second button out of its hole to show off your chest, David stuttered. You looked at him innocently as you bounced the end of your pen against your lips, playing with it. Now David shot you his you’re gonna get it look, unnoticed by the rest of the half-asleep team.

“And that about wraps it up.” He said, ending his presentation.

“Alright!” Emily blinked herself out of her daze. “Thank you, Dave. Ok, and last but not least, Penelope?”

David took his seat next to you as Garcia went to the front and began her colourful presentation about some new tech software she could use funding for.

With Garcia caught up in her presentation and you still being out of sight of the rest of the team, you dropped your hand to caress David’s thigh. You traced circles with your finger, getting dangerously close to his bulge before drifting away again. You smiled to yourself when David cleared his throat next to you, but before you could push him further, his hand grabbed yours, forcing it to stop.

Not wanting to draw the attention of the team, you tried to gently squirm your hand away. But David’s large hand kept its grip on yours, preventing you from moving. Annoyed, you huffed quietly, giving in. You spared a quick glance at him but he kept his eyes straight ahead, jaw set. Uh oh.

•••

At home, you were pouring wine for the two of you when you heard the door open. Before you could even turn at the footsteps making their way towards you, David was behind you, pressing you up against the counter. His large hands came to rest on either side of you, pinning you in place as he brought his mouth close to your ear. “Care to explain yourself?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You hummed, arching so your ass was pressed up against him.

“So bratty today,” David husked into your ear. You stifled a groan when you felt him grinding against you. “I think you need a lesson.”

Suddenly he was tugging your skirt down, followed by your panties. Heat rushed to your skin as he nudged your legs apart, forcing you to stand there bent over and completely exposed.

You heard him unbuckle his belt behind you. “Look at how wet you are for me. Dripping just from teasing me all day.” Without warning, he pushed his cock into you. David groaned at the feeling of your tight walls engulfing his cock, your wetness covering him as he pushed into you.

You all but purred at the feeling of his cock filling you up, the ache between your legs finally getting taken care of. But before the pleasure building in you could reach its peak, David pulled his cock completely out of you. You whined at the loss, pushing backwards in hopes of getting him back in you.

Instead you were met with a sharp slap on your ass, making you hiss. “What, you thought you could act out all day and still get fucked like you wanted to?”

“Fuck!” You groaned out when he pushed his cock back into you. But just as quickly he was back out, and he began picking up this torturous rhythm of filling you up before withdrawing, not letting you soak up the pleasure.

Pretty soon you were at the brink of tears, whining. “Having regrets now, gattina?” David grunted from behind you as he slipped his cock out again.

“Yes,” you cried out in frustration. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” Your hole was aching now, and you could feel your wetness leaking out of you.

“We both know that’s a lie, don’t we?” You could hear the smirk in David’s voice as he traced a finger down your spine, and even that simple action had you arching.

“I’m sorry, I mean it.” You were begging now, so desperate to have his cock back inside you and hitting that sweet spot again. “Please, please just fuck me Daddy.”

David’s cock twitched at your use of the name. You didn’t always use it, but some of his best memories were of when you did.

You felt his cock rub through your folds, nudging your clit before lining up with your entrance and pushing in slowly. Both of you groaned as he pushed deep inside you, letting both of you savour the feeling of him against your walls.

One of David’s hands gripped your hip while the other tangled itself in your hair, gently pulling you up so you were flush against him now as he began fucking you. “Oh fuck,” you groaned. “Yes, right there.”

“This is what you wanted all day, didn’t you?” David’s voice by your ear was strained as he pounded into you. “To be bent over taking Daddy’s cock.”

“Yes!” You moaned as his hand snaked around your front, his fingers beginning to circle your clit. You felt David lick a stripe down your neck, and he pulled your shirt collar to attach his mouth to the sensitive skin. He bit down gently, making you hiss, and immediately soothed the skin with his tongue, making sure you’d be wearing turtlenecks for the next few days.

The combined sensations of his cock, mouth, and fingers had you feeling heady with pleasure, the wave building in you threatening to spill over. “I’m gonna come, Daddy.” You groaned.

“Do it, gattina. Come for me.” David panted from behind you. His permission was all you needed; the pleasure that’d been building finally spilling over. David held onto you tight while you moaned as waves of pleasure rolled through you.

David pulled out of you as you relaxed, and you turned to see him with his still-hard cock in his hand. Smirking, you dropped to your knees and took his cock into your hand. It was slick with a mixture of precum and your juices, and you admired the way his veins bulged beneath his tan skin.

David’s cock twitched in your hand as you circled the tip with your tongue before taking him into your mouth. “Oh fuck,” he groaned from above you. You used your other hand to cup his balls as you began slurping on his cock, running your tongue from the base to the tip repeatedly.

“Yes,” David hissed. “Take Daddy’s cock just like that, gattina.” His hands buried themselves in your hair and he held your head in place as he began fucking your mouth. You braced yourself by holding on to him, moaning at the feeling of your mouth being filled by his thick cock.

“Look at you, my little slut.” David husked. “I’m gonna come in that hot mouth of yours.” He was watching you as you looked up at him through your lashes while you took his cock between your lips. You relaxed your throat, allowing him in deeper.

“Shit,” David grunted from above you, and he doubled his pace before shooting his cum into your mouth. He groaned as his cock oozed into your mouth, and you eagerly sucked and swallowed.

You wiped your mouth as you stood up, and David grabbed you by the chin for a hungry kiss. He moaned at the taste of himself on your lips and you giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed you closer to him.

He pulled away and placed a kiss on your forehead. “You’re so good for me.”

You smiled up at him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Looking down at the mess of your clothes on the kitchen floor, you giggled. “I guess we should order in.”

“Good idea.” David laughed.

[deskraven]

Chaos Terrans, Chaos Energy, Terratronus, Starscream

Read time: 5 minutes

TLDR: Starscream ordered the Chaos Terrans to stab each other with the Cyber Slayer to charge it; The Chaos Terrans cared about each other genuinely; I wish Starscream studied Mandroid corpse.

ID: A clip from Earthspark S2E09. After Hashtag and Mo discover the Witwicky underground tunnels form a humanoid shape, we see Aftermath and Spitfire attempting to enter the tunnels with the Cyber Slayer at the entrance where the cave water was first discovered in S1E07. Aftermath unleashes a massive chaos energy blast through the weapon, shaking the chamber the Maltos sisters are in but having no effect outside. Spitfire takes the weapon, taunting, "My turn already - and you have to it with STYLE!" She spins the weapon coolly, only to release a tiny streak of energy. Aftermath teases, "Some STYLE you got there, Spitfire… or should I call you, Nofire?" Spitfire retorts, "Ha-ha-ha, and I thought you were just funny looking." Possibly misreading her mockery as praising, Aftermath proudly declares, "Aftermath is the complete package," before launching into a random battle cry. "I don't think you -" Spitfire's confused look changes into resignation. "You know what? Never mind." She lifts up the weapon and points it at her brother, "Just hold still while I recharge this - what's it called again?" "CYBER SLAYER," Aftermath reminds her, leaning down. "Wicked cool name for a weapon if you ask - Aaargh!" His words are cut off as Spitfire taps him sharply on the head with the weapon. He stumbles back, clutching his head as his embershard dims, emitting garbled sounds. Spitfire tosses him a bottle of cave water. After a long gulp, his embershard lights up again. Wiping his mouth, he smiles, "That does NOT get any easier, but what a rush!" Seeing the weapon charged with Aftermath's own energy, Spitfire grins, "Yeh? The next time we will trade." This time, she manages to unleash a powerful blast into the cave walls, causing rocks to fall around the Malto sisters but still no external effect. Frustrated, she asks, "Any doors open up yet?" "Ha! That's what we are doing here, sister?" Aftermath shrugs. "I stopped listening after Starscream said - " Switching to a more high-pitched voice, he imitates, "Take the cyber slayer - urrhhh". "Well, apparently, this thing's supposed to get us inside the - " Spitfire says as she continues to stab the cave walls, unleashing loads of energy. "Where?" Aftermath asks. "Yeh, Starscream left that part out." Spitfires stops, contemplating. "But he did say it will help with his BIG PLAN for taking out the Maltos and the Autobots." She seems to be convinced by the reasoning, and returns to her job at hand with an even stronger blow. This time, the wall shatters and starts glowing in red - the color of the chaos energy. Cybertronian letters appears on the wall with Quintus' symbol, "IN TIMES OF NEED HELP SHALL RISE TO YOUR CALL". Marveled, both Chaos Terrans paused, though they likely can't read it, and Spitfire soon resumed her stabbing.

Thought 1: Wow this is quite messed up!

I'm probably just slow, but on first watch I assumed the Chaos Terrans were able to channel chaos energy through the Cyber Slayer naturally, and thought Spitfire hit Aftermath with the weapon as a part of their mutual bickering. I only just realized they were taking turns stabbing each other with the weapon to keep it charged, and they were ordered to do so by Starscream.

Wow this is pretty messed up! "Hey kids take this weapon and go open a door for me. If the weapon runs out of energy, just draw each other's blood to recharge it. Try not to kill each other in the process and good luck!"

This seems extremely dangerous. The Cyber Slayer is not fatal, but it is fatal if the victim doesn't have access to treatment. And we all know if one of them accidentally goes completely offline, Starscream won't bother to treat them. I wonder if this is part of his plan.

Thought 2: Awww Siblings

The interaction between Aftermath and Spitfire is suddenly more wholesome, too. Spitfire didn't stab him out of malice. She warned him about the charging, gave him a very controlled knock on the head, and immediately tossed him a bottle of cave water.

Despite the contact being short and controlled, Aftermath was immediately sent into severe energy deprivation, falling and whining in pain.

It seems like prior to this Aftermath was the only one taking the blows, as Spitfire suggested "next time we will trade." I have been wondering how much Spitfire cares about her sibling, and it turns out she cares about him enough to volunteer drawing her own blood so he doesn't have to suffer repeatedly. And he didn't even complain about it, possibly because 1) he has one braincell and didn't realize it's unfair, 2) he cares about his tiny little sister and volunteered to take up more responsibility as the large big brother.

So it's... both messed up and awwww siblings. Wish to see them more in S2C / S3B / S4 ^ ^

Theories and Implications

This also gives a clearer definition on how they broke through Terratronus's defense system. Basically they just hit her repeatedly with condensed chaos energy. This might imply that Cyber Slayer enhanced chaos energy is stronger than Quintus power.

I wonder if Starscream would have been able to get himself out of Terratronus if he had access to chaos energy. And, maybe the Decepticons could have been able to escape the Quintus-powered bubble if they had access to the Cyber Slayer.

I'm also curious how Starscream learned he could break Terratronus' defense system with chaos energy. The only other person who's aware of this seems to be Terratronus herself. Starscream also seems to know it even before getting Croft's hard-drive. And it's unlikely that he got the information during GHOST imprisonment - GHOST knew nothing about the Emberstone until Mandroid told them about it in S1E20. Starscream escaped in S1E21, likely during he power outage in S1E20. And Croft didn't retrieve the stone for Mandroid to study until S1E22.

I think the only two possibilities are:

Starscream's science degree thesis was about chaos energy and it was a such niche field that none of the other scientists know anything about it.

Starscream got the information from Mandroid. Either he unearthed some of Mandroid's top-secret research on the Emberstone while helping the Autobots clean up the mess, or he reached this conclusion by studying Mandroid's corpse.

[honeyjars-sims]

3.39 Decent Proposal(s)

The Spring semester was drawing to a close and while Chantal aced her exams as usual, she wasn't feeling any more motivated to continue her schooling than she had in the fall. When Kayla suggested they meet up to chat, Chantal hoped for an opportunity to discuss her friend's business plans in greater depth.

Chantal's wish came true: Kayla told her that the ideas Chantal had shared with her a few months ago had been a big inspiration to her. She now had more clarity about what direction she wanted to take her company in and she was almost ready to file the paperwork to get things started.

Chantal's heart sank a bit until Kayla explained there was one thing she was waiting on.

"I don't want to use your ideas unless you can profit from them, too," she said. She made Chantal an offer--either she could pay Chantal for the rights to her designs, or Chantal could become a partner in her business.

"Of course, if you don't want me to use your ideas at all, I'll go back to the drawing board," Kayla assured her.

Chantal thought about it. She knew she didn't want to sell the rights, but starting a business was a big risk. She would likely have to put her schooling on hold for something that might not ever get off the ground. Still, she couldn't turn down an opportunity to do something she'd been dreaming of her whole life. She gleefully accepted Kayla's offer to become her business partner.

Chantal wasn't the only one with something to celebrate. Cece finally graduated from university. She was ecstatic to finally be able to join Ben on tour and become an official member of his band.

After the ceremony, Ben and Cece shared a meal with Cece's family. She couldn't help but notice that her usually easy-going boyfriend seemed a bit more nervous than usual.

After dinner, he suggested he and Cece take a walk. He lead her down to the water's edge and just as the sun began to set, Ben got down on one knee.

Ben looked into her eyes. "Cecelia, being away from you has made me realize how much better life is with you by my side. Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" she squealed. Cece wasn't usually one for big displays of emotion, but tears of happiness were forming in her eyes.

"I love you, Benjamin Coleman."

"And I love you, Cecelia Fields-Haim."

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[yourplaywright]

About the BabyBee au, could you write something about Bee and Sentinel, I mean in your fic they have a weird relationship, I mean “warm colors”, before he was sent to sub level 50 for digging a little to deep.

P.D: your writing is so good

Thank you Anon! Yes, they do have quite the strange relationship. It’s the focus of one the Warm Colour prequels (and also an entirely different AU) I have planned, but that will have to wait :3c

Here is your requested piece! If anyone else wants one, my requests are open and a free-for-all <3

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Sentinel is very easily disinterested in a lot of things. Any kind of paperwork, for one, and dealing with annoying bots.

“That meeting was slag,” he groans, flopping into his berth. 

“Do you need to talk about it, sir?” B pokes his helm around the corner, setting down his cleaning supplies. “The berth has also been freshly laundered.”

“I feel it,” Sentinel says, relaxing. “It’s just more hoops those senators want me to jump through. Primus, if they weren’t integral, I’d have them executed—“

“Maybe steer away from thoughts of violence,” B says. 

“Fine.”

B smiles, tilting his head before going over to the wall and pressing the intercom. “Prepare supper for Sentinel, please. Something nice.”

“You shouldn’t have,” Sentinel grins, rolling over and shaking out his wings. “Tell them to bring up the bismuth high grade, too.”

The bot hums, conveying the rest of the order, whispering about adding some energon nibbles. Sentinel heard him, of course, but the thought was what counted. He’d pretend to be surprised later.

“I have to finish cleaning the washracks, should I draw you a bath?”

Sentinel stretches out lazily. “Please. You know where my nice soaps are.”

The bot trots out of the room and Sentinel sends a comm to Airachnid about bumping off those senators. 

She, of course, ruins the fun by pointing out how that would destabilize the region and throw that sector into chaos. Boo.

> Can we at least fire them?

> I’ll try, Prime.

“Sweet,” he whispers, listening to the water run in the next room over.

> Do I have an assistant position open?

> With all due respect, Prime, I am your assistant.

> Make a new one. You don’t draw me baths.

> Sentin—

He cuts the comm.

Life is great.

[brothernasty]

I find discussions on this super fascinating because all my friends are visual artists and they “see things like it's a movie” in their minds. I mostly think in words, so when I have an idea for something, I tend to go straight into narration/verse without planning it out. Obviously it's still first draft stuff, so I don’t skip any part of the revision process, but I’m not sure I do as much image-to-word translation as other people do.

I want to add my two cents and say that doing writing exercises can be a great way to find ways of writing and thinking that work for you. Writing exercises can involve basically anything, so if you’re googling I’d look up “dialogue writing exercises” or some other specific aspect of writing to get ones that aren’t too broad or complicated.

For a little context, I used to write fiction growing up, got addicted to poetry for a few years in college, and now I'm writing a novel.

One exercise that's useful no matter what you write is to get into the habit of translating sensory experiences into words. If you see/hear/smell/whatever something interesting, think about how you would describe that. You can write these down, or not - it's more about the practice of turning sensory experiences into words.

It's like the artists’ exercise of breaking down an object into its component shapes so you can understand and draw it easier. Practicing turning the world around you into words makes it easier to take the detailed image you have in your head and put it on the page.

Another easy one is to take a piece of writing (including film/TV!) that you like and figure out what you like about it and how the author did that. What plot beats created tension that made you excited to see what would happen next? What does a character say/do that makes them likeable or unlikeable? How did the writer create a certain atmosphere?

Just thinking about how stories work is always useful, but you can also turn this into a sort of study by trying to write a few paragraphs in a certain writer’s style or try to write your own episode of your favorite TV show. This can be a great way to put that analysis into practice.

All that being said: all writing is practice. I spent my childhood writing a looot of short stories that I simply never finished lol. And that wasn't wasted time! So don't feel bad if you end up with a bunch of WIPs that never go anywhere.

Anyway! I hope any of this is useful!

I am curious, writers. Im a visual artist and its smth that has come to me very naturally my whole life, ive worked hard to get better at it and to learn how to observe the world but i feel like ive always had an inclination for it

Ive always wanted to write more, but it doesn't come to me as naturally as pictures

Which doesn't mean i shouldn't put in the effort of learning it, and it's somwthing i want to definetly do :D

But it made me wonder, bc i have such a solid understanding of how i approach the process of drawing (which can be different ways 2 be clear)

At writers, what are some of the ways you personally approach writing? Does it come from just opening a page and fiddling around sometimes, like doodling on a page? Do you do studies like, drawing from life but writing from life??? Or is it more the usual concept of like... a scenario pops into your mind and you start working from that?

Idk im just rambling Curiously i would rly like to push myself to write more bc. A) its a rly important skill to have b) even if i only end up using it supplimentally in my artwork, processing stuff through written pacing, drafting a story etc. Can be so. Well detrimental

[chiropteracupola]

no, they'll never catch me! no, they cannot catch me now!

[collaboration with @dxppercxdxver again again again]

[ch1zzie]

Had this in my pocket for a while so here u gooooo

SCARY MONTH

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what kind of underwear do you think Erik and Charles wear (i'm not asking this to see them half naked) ((please believe me)) (((PLEASE)))

My Personal Belief is charles is a briefs guy while erik's a trunks guy. trunks/briefs kinda couple because i can

and idk just a lil bonus or somethin. as i do.

[westywallowing]

someone just wants some cuddles from their favorite person i think

[failyaoi]

Fuck 'em all but us

[caelanglang]

itadakimasu . gochisousamadesu .